#bringing back flower crowns in 2023

[verkomy]

quick fíli doodle

[fagbearentertainment]

Lol imaging in tumblr existed in the fnaf universe wouldn’t that be funny

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🧠 williamaftonsfrontallobe-deactivated11092023

He looked so silly in this pic I had to make an edit 🥰🥰🥰

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😳🔁 hearmeout

ayo why he kinda… 😳😳😳

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👻🔁 spookyvibesyearround

Wait is that the fucking Fazbear Slasher?

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☹️🔁 sadgalwrites

PEOPLE ARE MAKING FLOWER CROWN EDITS OF WILLIAM AFTON?!?!?! WHAT IS WRONG WIYH YOU?!?!?!!?

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🐻🔁 fazbearfanatic

It technically wasn’t proven that he did it because bodies were never found and there was no solid proof that he was the one wearing the mascot suit seen by eye witnesses

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🏳️‍⚧️🔁t4tgaysex

He killed 5 children in 1987

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🥵🔁 williamaftonsballsack

He didn’t even do it ya know he was set up

I can’t believe you people still think he did it when there’s more proof that the cofounder Henry Emily did it than poor Willy 🥺

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🏳️‍⚧️🔁 t4tgaysex

You will die in seven days

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💝🔁 superwholockforlife

he was also the prime suspect in the unsolved murder of Charlotte Emily years before the Fazbear disappearances

how are there still dumbasses saying he’s innocent in 2023 did that stupid fazbear frights thing bring you freaks back from 1993 or something

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😨🔁 poordisturbedonlooker

wjat the fuck did I just read

[kamotecue]

part four: as the only heiress to the throne, you had your royal duties, that meant you meeting with the lionesses ahead of the world cup.

part one | part two | part three

you sighed as scorpius drove to st. george’s park, it was the last thing on your schedule for the day. your father wanted you to greet and wish the best with the 2023 world cup approaching.

you were literally stuck with media duties, something you quite hated. it was the way the press would turn something around, which well annoyed you. as the car pulled up you saw sarina weigman, the lionesses’s head coach.

“i’m nervous.” you stated, as scorpius chuckled.

“the great y/n, nervous? social anxiety should be afraid.” scorpius joked, as you jokingly glared at him.

“it’s not like i’m dating their captain, i only met three of them. what if the rest of the team don’t like me?” you asked, as scorpius looked at you.

“they’ll love you, besides who could ever hate you.” scorpius said, as you laughed. a lot of people could, you thought.

the car came to a stop, as scorpius killed the engine before heading out to open your door. as your door opened, you stepped out confidently, shaking hands with the dutch manager as she gave you a small smile.

“it’s an honor, your highness.” sarina said, as you nodded.

“the pleasures all mine.” you walked in with sarina, scorpius following behind, always five feet apart. you were lead to a dining area where the lionesses had settled, a few taking a glimpse at you.

the coaching staff were at their designated table, while you joined the table of ella toone who sat with alessia russo, esme morgan, ellie roebuck and mary earps.

“are you really dating our skipper?” ella asked, in disbelief as alessia gently slapped ella’s arm to which you laughed at.

“yes, i am dating leah. is it that much of a shock?” you asked, as ella shrugged.

“you are the crown princess, while our skipper is well—just leah.” ella said, a bit loud making you wince as a few stopped to look at your table.

“just leah was the one i fell in love with, the seven year old that i met on the football pitch.” alessia gave you a soft smile; happy that their skipper had someone to love.

“what do you love about leah?” mary asked, as you gave her a contented smile.

“a lot, really. when we were kids, and i’d meet her on the pitch she’d bring me flowers ‘just because’. or how much she cares about this team, how she loves football, how serious she is. or how blue her eyes are.” you said, as keira gave you a nod of approval.

“has she taught you football?” ellie asked, as you nodded.

“when we were kids, and i’d meet leah on the pitch where we would play soccer. she’s taught me everything i know. she’d also let me borrow a pair of her boots, as we had the same shoe size.” ellie gushed at how cute it was.

“can you tell us more stories?” esme asked as you nodded.

“i had to play goal keeper, just to block lee’s shots. there was this one time, the ball had hit my face. leah rushed to me to check if i had broken anything, or if my nose was bleeding. let’s just say, she scared scorpius.” alessia laughed.

“scorpius?” esme asked as scorpius moved from his position, giving her a small smile.

“my bodyguard.” as you introduced him to the team, he went back to his original position.

“if you weren’t a princess, what job would you take?” keira asked, from the other table.

“well, i am majoring in physiotherapy. after that, i’d enter med school, and graduate.” as keira looked at you in shock.

“i always wanted to do more research, on why it’s more common for females to tear their acl.” you said, stunning those who heard your conversation.

“interesting, leah’s got a keeper.” mary said, as she winked. i laughed at her joke.

“quite literally, i joined a youth team as a goal keeper.” you said, as they looked at you with wide eyes.

“however i only played for about 4 years? before quitting.” ella looked at you in shock, mary was proud another goal keeper.

“i heard there’s a foosball table, would you join me in a game?” rachel asked as she passed by to which you nodded to.

yet here you were absolutely crushing the daly-bright duo, georgia was your partner.

“you’re good at foosball too.” rachel said as the game came to an end.

“what can i say, i’m great at many things.” you said, as you’ve taken lessons in a few instruments, played various sports, and etc.

“well, i believe it’s time for us to go, my lady. you have a date with ms. williamson.” scorpius said, as you flushed.

“can we stop and get flowers?” you asked, as scorpius nodded. keira definitely approved of you, it was cute, your relationship with leah.

[breelandwalker]

Buck Moon - July 3, 2023

Put on your flower crowns and your dancing shoes, it's time for the Buck Moon!

Buck Moon

The Buck Moon is the name given to the full moon in the month of July and is called this because at this time of year, the antlers on male deer are at the height of growth and impressiveness. This month also marks the first supermoon of the year!

Other European names for the July moon include Hay Moon and Wort Moon. North American Indigenous names for this moon include Salmon Moon (Tlingit), Berry Moon (Anishinaabe), Month of the Ripe Corn Moon (Cherokee), and Raspberry Moon (Algonquin, Ojibwe).

The West Abenaki also call this the Thunder Moon in reference to the often-stormy summer weather. (This one is my personal favorite and the name appears in lunar calendars just as often as the Buck Moon.)

What Does It Mean For Witches?

The July full moon continues June's template of planning for the future, this time with a focus on your passions and ambitions. Reflect on what you've accomplished so far this year and plan your next step.

Dream big and plan big, but don't give in to reckless urgency. Summer (and capitalist grind culture) gives us the urge to Go Go Go. Despite all this, it's important to take time to rest and recharge, lest we find ourselves burning out and losing our motivation.

What Witchy Things Can We Do?

Celebrate your victories and revel in the abundance of the summer season. If you're inclined to do so, take a page from the deer and do a bit of prancing around a bonfire or your favorite flower arbor with some festive flowery headgear.

Go exploring! Find a local park or garden and take a stroll among the greenery, or use TV and the internet to explore and learn about faraway places. This is another opportune time to go and check out pick-your-own farms and farmers markets as well. Sharpen your foraging and plant identification skills while you're out and about!

If you're tending a garden, harvest some herbs and investigate what you can make with them. Whether it's seasoning for meals, homemade botanical products, or just helpful spell ingredients, many herbs and flowers have a plethora of uses. As an exercise, select three plants growing in your garden, research their magical correspondences and botanical properties, and try to think of as many ways as possible to use each one for witchcraft and for practical purposes.

(Safety Note: Always clean and prepare home-harvested herbs properly before using them for kitchen, bath, or medical preparations. Always consult a doctor before trying an herbal treatment and take all allergies, medications, and pre-existing conditions into account. Please also note that while herbal treatments can be helpful, it can have negative interactions and side effects just like any other medication, and it is not meant to be a replacement for modern medical care.)

Apart from the usual full-moon festivities, I've always found this is an excellent time for weather-witching. Summer weather is notoriously fickle, but it is also highly malleable - one recalls that old American Southern epithet of, "If you don't like the weather, wait five minutes."

If you're hoping to bring some rain to water your garden or break the back of a heat wave, this may be the time to do it. My personal favorite folk magic ritual for rain-calling involves going outside with a broom and a bucket of water, using the broom to scatter drops of water over your yard, and shouting up to the clouds, "SEE? IT'S NOT HARD!"

Make sure you take local weather patterns into account and try to draw on existing fronts and nearby precipitation to get the desired result. And keep in mind that with weather magic, less is more and one casting is enough. Asking for too much or asking too often can produce undesirable results. And if you manage to make it rain, be sure to collect some for moon water!

If you're interested in weather-witching, I highly recommend checking out this masterpost by @stormbornwitch for a number of excellent articles and suggestions.

Happy Buck Moon, witches! 🌕🦌

Further Reading:

Buck Moon: Full Moon in July 2023, The Old Farmer's Almanac

Buck Moon 2023: The Awesome Spiritual Meaning of July's Full Moon, Amanda Brethauer, The Peculiar Brunette

The Hearth Witch's Garden Herbal, Anna Franklin, Llewellyn Publications, 2023.

Everyday Moon Magic: Spells & Rituals for Abundant Living, Dorothy Morrison

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[wonjivrs]

couple things with cravity

parings: cravity x gn! reader

genre: all things fluffy <3

warnings: none

note: hi ! this is our very first headcannon for cravity. the process of writing this was fun for both of us so we hope u guys enjoy it too ! for everyone reading so far feedbacks and reblogs are appreciated :D

☆ serim

kisses during couple situps. working out together. carrying his s/o bridal style. small gifts without any occasion. random “i love you” texts. doing groceries or just lazing around the house together. spontaneous road trips. candle lights and dinner tables.

“i thought you’d like this.”

☆ allen

sharing things. bad pick up lines. comforting kisses. laying his head on the his s/o’s shoulder. flowers in returned books. giving each other nicknames. slow dancing with soft smiles. bringing you your favourite hot drink in bed. reading books on the couch, hands intertwined.

“how about something warm? it’ll help you sleep.”

☆ jungmo

kisses on the back of hands. falling asleep together on the sofa when watching a movie. finds comfort in your scent. being observant to your likes and dislikes. feeding you as you work. gently wiping your tears. always giving the utmost attention to you if in a crowd.

“you were talking about that table there being a little bare, so i got you some flowers to put in it’s space.”

☆ woobin

smiling at the mere thought of his s/o or their texts. feeding you his cooking and hoping you'll like it. ruffling the other’s hair. softly stroking your skin. barbecue parties in the garden. using absurd terms of endearment. dancing in the kitchen whilst making dinner. doing things for you just because ??

"so, how much longer do you plan on using me as your personal space heater?"

☆ wonjin

smiling in-between kisses. having the other’s head on your lap. stroking your fingers while holding hands. constant reassurance. can only fall asleep cuddled next to his s/o. hugs that last a little longer than they should. peppering soft kisses all over your face. choosing the perfect watermelon together for the first time.

“i know you’ll do perfect, okay ?”

☆ minhee

hugging the other from behind and nuzzling into their neck. napping together. pressing soft kisses onto his s/o’s shoulder. leaning against the doorframe with the sweetest smile on his face just watching his lover get ready to go out. pressing foreheads against each other.

“we’ll be less cold if we cuddle yk?”

☆ hyeongjun

sliding hands under the other’s clothes. watching your favourite show. kisses all over the face. stargazing on a winter night. adorable big eyes that widens a little when he listens to your rant keenly. cuddling together and falling asleep in each other's embrace.

“you make me feel all soft and mushy inside.”

☆ taeyoung

feather-light kisses on your knuckles. quick glances that turn into a longing, admirable gaze. fingers brushing other’s cheek. bunking lectures together. playing among us and being the imposter with their s/o and defending each other during discussions.

“your hands are so big/tiny! i love it”

☆ seongmin

washing his s/o’s hair for them. making flower crowns. subconsciously linking little fingers. silly banter. adopting a kitten together. kissing your forehead when he notices you’ve fallen asleep. sharing sweaters. bingeing an entire season of a trashy reality show in one sitting together.

“shh stop fussing. i’m just braiding your hair”

©wonjivrs 2023 | Do not copy, repost or claim any of our works. 🍓🍋

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2023. Day Twenty-seven

“Rings”

Ao3

Summary: Danny and Death talk, in a mostly official capacity.

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Danny swung his legs back and forth, restless as he sat on the railing o his balcony in Pariah’s- his castle, Danny’s, the King’s.

Clockwork had told him he would meet someone here, and that he better be dressed the part of the King. He had said it with a smile, though, and eased Danny’s worry.

But since he couldn’t just be mysterious and also had to be cryptic, he had then said it was someone Danny had already met, twice.

Prodding and asking got him nowhere after that so Danny dropped it and got ready, wearing his galaxy-print cape (with accurate, moving stars!), the Ring of Rage in hand and the Crown o Fire resting atop his head, its flames licking the air with a constant, soothing crackling.

“Hey, you waited for me!”

Danny turned around and had to blink to clear his eyes, because for a second he thought Sam was here but- no, this wasn’t Sam at all.

“Usually it’s the other way around.” Said the- girl? Woman? Said the goth, because that she was, wearing an all-black outfit from combat boots to top hat and umbrella (maybe it was raining where she had been?), along with what Danny was sure was an Egyptian symbol on her left eye and another that she wore in a collar hanging on her chest.

“Oh, uh, hi. You are- the person Clockwork told me about?” Danny said, and couldn’t help but make it a question at the end.

“Yes, Danny, that’s me.” She said simply, and didn’t elaborate only smiled at him some more.

Danny looked at her for a few more, awkward seconds, and then-

“Ah.” He gaped at her as recognition swept through him. A steady, unmoving presence, a soothing, kind voice that calmed him down even as he was torn apart, a hand taking his, ready to welcome him, except-

Except.

“Hey…” He greeted her anew.

“Hey.” Death answered.

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“Uh, so… I don’t mean to be rude or anything,” Danny started after a bit of small talk. Death had joined him in the railing, picking a purple flower and adorning her hair with it, “but, well Clockwork told me to ‘dress the part’ as King, so I don’t think this is just a social visit, right?”

Death chuckled at him, “You’re right, dad didn’t just call us here to become friends, even if it’s nice to see you again.”

“Your dad called? But it was Clockw- gramps is a father?!” Danny exclaimed, shocked into using the nickname –the title, really– that he reserved for the privacy of his mind and Clockwork’s lair. “But that means-” His eyes widened like saucer and he felt his jaw drop in horror.

“I see you have connected the dots.” Death said, clearly amused.

“I didn’t connect shit!” Danny hurried to say, mortified and blushing a vibrant green. “In fact! I am autistic, which, in case you don’t know, is a learning disability which makes it entirely possible for me to not have figured anything out about my grandpa that could potentially change the way I see him- stop laughing!”

What had started as repressed giggles had turned into joyful cackles and Death’s smile split her face in half.

“We have business to attend! Royal duty! Formal stuff!”

“Sorry, sorry! It’s just-” Death put a hand on her mouth and calmed herself down with effort. “But you’re right, we should get back in track. Can you show me your ring?”

The change in topic, though appreciated, was so sudden that Danny could only obey bringing his left hand up and staring at the red, angry skull sitting on his finger.

“Do you know the history of this ring, Phantom?” She asked, taking his hand in both of hers.

“Not really, no.” The halfa admitted. “Grandpa- I mean, Clockwork has taught me some stuff, but there’s, like, a lot of stuff he says he still has to teach me.”

“Does he now?” Death said in a tone Danny couldn’t decipher, but when he turned to look at her, she had gotten her amicable expression back in place. “Your ring is a gift.” She finally started. “It used to be mine, one of my tools of office, actually, made to command straggling ghosts that wanted to find their way, and help them move on.

“I gave it to the first Ruler of the Ghost Zone, to officially turn that tear in between realities where souls sought refuge into a proper Afterlife, and end the war between pantheons that wanted it for themselves.”

Danny was paying rapt attention, leaning in closer to Death like a moth to a flame. He had never heard of this; Clockwork had not only been teaching Danny about history, but had sent him on adventures missions across time to gain experience he wouldn’t get in Amity Park, and grandpa was like, very old, so he knew a lot of history and had been there for all of it, so Danny wasn’t surprised he hadn’t been told about this yet; did Pandora know about this, though? Had her pantheon been one of those at war? How long ago had this been? If so, how or why was she here?

Unfortunately, Death didn’t seem about to enter into many details.

“With it, ghosts were allowed to rule over themselves as they saw fit, with no god to oversee them, and the war was over.”

Yeah, he would have to ask grandpa about this.

“That’s… cool. Um, thanks! Really…” Danny stuttered, placing a hand on his nape. “Ah, so…” He didn’t know what she was getting at. “Do you… want it back?” He asked, unsure.

“No, Danny, it’s a gift and it’s now yours.” Death smiled at him kindly. “I’m here to help you with it, actually. May I?”

Nervously, Danny nodded, and Death lifted his hand with hers, and touched the Ring of Rage; Danny saw the skull glow blood red the moment she did, enveloping their joined hands in its eerie light.

“Pariah Dark corrupted it, not long after he took the throne.” Death kept explaining. “Rather than motivate and lead the ghosts, he wanted to control them, bind them to his will.

“That wasn’t the ring’s purpose, I didn’t give it that purpose, so Pariah couldn’t completely overpower it, and instead he let it be a- transmitter for his rage, to make it be felt, to frighten other ghosts into obeying. You have felt it, haven’t you?”

Danny thought of the first time he had put on the Ring, of the furious growl that had reverberated through his head his bones, his core, pushing, demanding something it couldn’t word, its name just out of reach.

Although it wasn’t lie Danny had tried to help it reach out, either. And he now suspected where it had tried to reach.

 A sealed sarcophagus.

“It’s annoying.” He said bluntly. “It’s bothersome and insistent and I already said no, but it keeps on pushing and, honestly, I have been seconds away from chunking it into the sun.”

Death chuckled softly and, finally, covered his hand in both of hers. “That’s what I’m here for.” She clutched at his hands in a tither –yet painless– grip, and the light that filtered through their fingers slowly dimmed out and died.

When she opened her hands again, in Danny’s finger rested an obsidian-black gem with only one reflective face that showed Danny’s own.

Through its serene silence, Danny could feel all the denizens of the Zone, ready and waiting to be rallied around a common cause.

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lmao this is funny to me because the "Clocwork is Father Time (of the Endless)" is a thing I've talekd about in the dp server, but only recently did i board the headcanon "he is an awful father, but an amazing grandfather", which is the characterization i've given him here

he loves his adopted grandson so much that he'll deal with his annoying children for him! asdfghjjklñ that's so awful!

i'll be posting this separate once i finish the event

[omaenanimonoda]

For 520 reverse exchange! This idea originally inspired months ago by @stupid-lemon-eater and rb-ed by @clevermanka here

[popjunkie42]

Blossoming in Winter Chapter 3

@witchlingsandwyverns I bring you the new year chapter! Chapter 3 just wouldn't quit. I tried very hard to bring you some lovely gardens and wilderness in this chapter, I hope I succeeded!

Blossoming in Winter (read on AO3)

Chapter 3: Endure with Patience the Hours of Waiting

(snippet below!)

Summary: Prince Rhysand accompanies Feyre on a mission among the rooftop gardens of the Dawn Palace. While Feyre hunts for absolution, the armies of Prythian and the Continent get ever closer to Hybern.

A first war ACOTAR AU inspired by the story of Faramir and Eowyn. For @acotargiftexchange 2023!

A million thank-yous to @witch-and-her-witcher, @temperedink and @wilde-knight for the beta reads and helping to keep me sane!!

Snippet:

Rhysand’s eyes were on her again as they slipped through arched vines of jasmine, hanging so low they trailed down her hair. She turned to warn him about a loose stone in front of her and when she saw him, she thought the blossoms that snagged free in his raven hair looked like a crown of stars. Feyre stopped at the sight as he smiled at her and batted away the last vine on his face. 

The smell of oils and mineral spirits wafted through her mind as she imagined the swaths of grey and blue and black she would layer on canvas with a knife to capture him. She watched as he raised a hand to her hair, plucking a white blossom gently between two fingers. 

“You’ve got flowers all through your braid, darling,” he said with a softness in his eyes that made her stomach jump, made her yield half a step to him.

He regarded her with curiosity. “Have the healers and nurses been able to look at your wound?” he asked quietly.

Her skin burned with cold. Last night it had begun shooting jolts of pain down the muscles of her back. “I’m fine.”

“Are these all the answers I’m to get today?”

“What would you like to know, my lord?”

He sighed. “Everything.”

He released her from his gaze and she finally took a full breath, turned away from him to stalk down the path, the prince still close on her heels.

“Are you so used to that boor in Spring that conversation seems unnatural? I’d fault you but I’ve met the male, and he is admittedly better with a sword than he is with his tongue,” he said behind her.

Feyre bristled at every implication. “Maybe I simply do not speak unless I can improve the silence.”

He grinned. “Good thing I’m such a tolerable conversationalist, then.”

Feyre continued walking, taking her bearings by the sun and paths and hoping she was not leading them astray. Rhysand’s eyes were upon her with an amused twinkle.

“What?” she asked, annoyed. She tried to set a fast pace to keep his breathing too fast for words, but the prince excelled at conversation all the same.

“I’m simply trying to work out your attraction to that horned brute. I can certainly attest you are not the type to be impressed by a title alone.” Feyre snorted at him. “So tell me, how do we compare? You prefer your High Lord’s sons thick in body and in the head? Tamlin is quite dashing, but I must say he’s a bit lacking when it comes to the verbal arts. Or did he turn into that golden beast and win over your wild side?” He smiled as she walked faster, turning her head away from his gaze with a snap. “Oh, no one could blame you. All that muscle and fur - he’s quite a spectacle. Even I’ve cast an eye his way when he’s wrapped in all that natural glory.”

“You forget our bargain yet again, Prince.” she said with steel in her voice. “We aren’t speaking of Lord Tamlin.”

Rhysand clicked his tongue. “I’m speaking of you, darling. Tell me,” he asked, “How did the Prince woo a creature such as you? Somehow I doubt he plied you with jewels and dresses. Did he make flowers spring up wherever your feet fell? Did he recite love poems in your ear? Did Tamlin play that ridiculous fiddle of his and waltz into your heart?”

Maybe it was the bargain she had already accepted, maybe she was angry and tired, but Feyre felt her stubborn quietness waiver as her annoyance grew. He was gallingly good at chipping away at her defenses, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of winning this game, of sulking back to her stifling room and the worrying nurses. 

She had dealt with one High Lord’s son. How bad could another one be?

She barely paused as she spoke, throwing her words over her shoulder. “You seem awfully focused on the subject,” she said. “One might be excused for thinking you jealous.”

As the path rounded and they breached more wild hedges, it split again into two diverging trails. Feyre stopped short, assessing the options.

When she turned back around she gasped to find the Prince so close to her. In another half a step he stood chest to chest with her, her words about their journey lost on her lips. Her nose filled with his scent, citrus and the sea, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of his face.

“Jealous?” he asked, his voice quiet in the garden. “I told you, Feyre, that you’re finally getting closer to it.”

Feyre felt a flush on her chest that had nothing to do with exertion. “I know what you’re doing,” she said with a whisper.

“Do you? And what is that?”

His look was challenging, amused. “Throwing me off my guard. Disarming me. Probably fishing for information.”

He smiled. “Did you ever consider that perhaps I just enjoy watching you squirm?”

Perhaps the most insulting answer, if she was just a plaything and without any relevant information to pry from her mind. Her anger grew, especially considering the trust she was putting in him this afternoon. “You’re a shameless flirt. Was it your plan to wait until you had me in the middle of the gardens to show your worst side?” The birds sang around them, oblivious to her rising anger.

Rhysand flashed an arrogant grin. “Am I such a villain in your mind? Your sister, obviously wise, insisted on a chaperone. Consider me an applicant for the position.”

Feyre snorted. “On what qualifications?”

“I’m a High Lord’s son, honor and chivalry are woven into my very bones.” Her eyebrows were skyward. “Haven’t I been a complete gentleman, seeing to your needs, joining you on…what is it we’re looking for, again?” Rhysand looked around the gardens.

“I’ll know when I find it.”

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[pinkiepiebones]

It's 2023 we need to bring flower crowns back

[merlintarotfest]

Merlin Tarot Fest - Round 1 Masterlist

Very belatedly, please see the masterlist for the first round of the Merlin Tarot Fest! All creations were posted July-September 2023.

FIC:

i will wait by the river by g0blincat

Tom the Blacksmith gets so much more than he bargained for when he decides to adopt the baby he finds floating down the river in a basket. Eighteen years later, Merlin has grown into quite the proficient swordsman-- and quite the powerful sorcerer. When Crown Prince Arthur Pendragon convinces his father to hold an open melee with a knighthood as the prize, Merlin, his brother Elyan, and a ragtag group of commoners decide to enter. They soon discover that there is much more at play in the tournament than stuck-up knights and a contemptuous king. As Arthur becomes smitten with Merlin-- whose skill with a sword is unparalleled-- he discovers that there is so much more to this strange, mouthy blacksmith's son than he had initially imagined.

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I’ll be your strength – and you be mine by adrift_me

Merlin’s words ring in his ears louder than the surrounding silence. "I have magic, Arthur." “Why now?” Arthur asks, fearing to meet Merlin’s eyes. Will they be the unfamiliar gold? Will they be full of fury? Or worse, gentle and crystal clear, as he has gotten used to knowing them.

Merlin reveals his magic to Arthur, and Arthur has a lot to think about.

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Unwavering by adhd_merlin

Merlin and Gwaine get along splendidly — except when they don't. In which there is a fight, a fight, and a discovery. (Set pre-S5.)

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The Great Unknown by TheGhostMagus

Back from the Disir, Arthur made the decision to bring back magic, plunging both Merlin and Arthur into intense reflections.

Is Mordred a real threat? Has Arthur made the right decision? And what's wrong with Merlin?

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The King’s Cards by smartypantsflute

The queen's pregnancy has made Arthur realizes some changes have to be made to Camelot. Gwen tells him about a fortune teller who is never wrong. Arthur decides it's best to talk to this strange woman to learn what is in his future. But this woman looks familiar...

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the echoes of a thousand voices calling your name by ExcaliburnRowan

After Camlann, Gwen rides out to bring Morgana back home.

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Home is where the heart is by Brechtjeeatscheese

Merlin is a history teacher with no friends and a boring life.

That is until Arthur Pendragon and his friends enter his life. Suddenly he has friends and his life is everything but boring.

Featuring; falling in love, keeping secrets, chaotic crying and realising that family is not blood but the people you can come home to.

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The Rise and the Fall by HadrianPeverellBlack

Camelot was recovering.

Merlin had never realized how strong its inhabitants were, but after seeing their ability to return to everyday life after the horrors Morgana had subjected them to, he had to realize it.

Camelot wobbled, tried to hold on, and it did.

They had defeated Morgana, they had won. And, now, they could reap the fruits of that victory.

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Magic Comes From Within by Pearl09

During a tough battle that injures Arthur, Merlin's magic is revealed. Now Arthur is left to deal with the consequences, angry, paranoid, and slowly discovering something he never knew before.

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The Breaking Oath by Aro_Tarot

After seeing a sketch of Archdruid Emrys amongst his father's things, Arthur wanted to grow up to become a druid. He saw the beauty in nature but for some reason, his father hated druids, especially the archdruid. Instead, Arthur grew up to become a green knight, an Oath of the Ancients paladin. When he father died, he put his all into helping those around him, and due to this, he ends up stumbling across a druid in need. In the end, he's the one that really needs help.

A short story of Arthur, Merlin, and Gwen taking place in the Forgotten Realms.

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Nothing by Flower after Blooming Flower by undermycoat

When Arthur sends him away, Merlin doesn't know what to do. For awhile, he tries going after every dark-haired, dark-eyed man in the Five Kingdoms, just to forget his blue-eyed, blond-haired prince, but it never works. Eventually, he returns to Ealdor. That ends up being for the better, however, when said prince ends up in the village too, lost, confused, and unable to remember his own name.

Merlin knows it’s up to him to send Arthur back to Camelot, but that's a lot harder to do when he can't leave with him. Perhaps the appearance of a familiar foe can get him moving, though.

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The End of the Beginning/The Beginning of the End by SpookySweet

What is life, if not to love? And what is love, if not pain?

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All I Want by Shana_Rose

Taking another deep breath, Arthur asked himself, for the thousandth time, what would Merlin say if he was here?

The image of Merlin riding next to him came quickly, painfully so.

"Your first act as King was lifting the ban, they may still be suspicious, but that’s a good first step on making peace with the magic community.”

He clenched his fists tighter, careful not to pull on the reins as he did so. And wished for things he could not change. Now king, Arthur goes to meet the Druid leader, Emrys, to make peace.

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Crooked Trajectory by queerofthedagger

“How did you find me? How did you know I would be here?”

“I know you,” Merlin merely says, because it’s true, and he refuses not to say it out loud just because Arthur might want to pretend otherwise. He’s told enough lies.

Arthur could take Morgana's betrayal and Uther's death, could take the loss of Lancelot and the fact that Merlin had magic. Barely and his days singed with grief, but his kingdom always came first. The revelation, though, that Merlin had been by his side through all these years and hardships solely due to some prophecy? That—well, that is the one truth too bitter to swallow.

When he leaves for an ill-advised break to his mother's childhood home to get away from it all, more things come to light than the simple and irrevocable fact that no authority—no king, no prince, no destiny—could ever make Merlin do anything.

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king of wands, the world, cups. or: merlin and secrets don't mix. By regicsillagok

what if merlin overthought and arthur was not quite as much a dolt as he seems

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The Search for the Crystal Cave by thenerdyindividual

The year is 1901, and Merlin is a recent graduate of Camelot University's History Program. He lives in a crummy flat with his childhood best friend Gwen, and they both dream of doing something more with their lives.

When King Uther falls ill, Merlin sees his opportunity to earn his postgraduate degree, and change attitudes towards magic in Camelot. He makes a proposal to the king and his two children; fund Merlin's expedition to the Isle of the Blessed, and Merlin will bring back knowledge of great healing magic that might just save the king's life. While Princess Morgana and King Uther both reject his proposal, the king's bastard son Lord Arthur Pendragon has a different idea. Using his own money, he puts together a team. Merlin, the historian. Gwen, the cartographer. And Arthur's old friend from school, Gwaine, the muscle.

Together, along with Gwen's brother Elyan who they pick up along the way, they sail to the Isle of the Blessed in search of the Crystal Cave without King Uther any the wiser. Magic, adventure, and romance abound, and it's a race against the clock to find the cave before King Cenred!

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The Last Bear by littelgreyfish

On a hunt, Arthur kills the last bear in the British Isles, and there are consequences.

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The Lover to the King of Swords by Crimson_Fanfic_Writer_7

“Come on, Arthur! This is the first time they’ve had this festival in over two decades!” A raven-haired man in his mid-thirties exclaimed, grabbing his satchel from the kitchen table. “We have to go! It’ll be our first time and a way to really connect with the community.”

Another man, Arthur, walked up behind him and gently wrapped his arms around his lover, resting his chin on the man's shoulder.

or Arthur and Merlin go to a festival and get a lot more out of it than they were expecting

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Always by youdgetbored

merthur hurt/comfort

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ART:

The Once and Future King by Corisan

The cards I drew were The Emperor and Four of Swords.

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The Lovers (Greed) by kairennart

It's all about choices.

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All because of a butterfly… by Laevateinn

The first time Merlin felt like an outcast, he was six. Or maybe seven. He can't remember his age with precision, but he can remember how he felt then.

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Love returned and Sorcery by GYRHS

Based on the Sidhe staff and the Chalice that appeared in the Labyrinth of Gedref.

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Waiting For This Moment by sugareey

It's when they're surrounded by water that's surging and plummeting down the rocks that Merlin and Arthur decide to take things to the next level.

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a-star-is-here:

Page of Wands

Nine of Cups

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Art by wortvermis

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Art by magicinavalon:

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Art by multifandombullshitbabes

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FIC + ART:

Remember Us, My Love? by mischel

“Please, don’t do it, Emrys” they all tell him. He doesn’t listen. After 500 years of waiting, there is nothing Merlin wouldn't do to bring Arthur back to life. And that includes erasing his love for the king in order to use it in a dark magic ritual.

[butyou-callmewhenyourebored]

Leeds Au Blurb #3

Summary: Your 3rd memory with your Ross from the Leeds Au

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff

Author’s Note: Can't believe I got this churned so quickly considering it took about 4 months to do blurb two! But here we are! I hope you all enjoy a little bit of cuteness!

Word Count: 722 words

You can read the main piece here and blurb #1 here and blurb #2 here

2023

The morning of your 33rd birthday. You woke to fresh tulips in the middle of your dining room table, a bottle of champagne and a little pile of presents sat next to them. And Ross sat at the head of the table with a French press brewing for himself and your favourite breakfast sitting waiting for you. As soon as he clocked you; the bassist put his phone down and stood to greet you with a warm all embracing hug. Tucking yourself into his side; Ross rested his head on top of your own before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Morning Sweetheart.” He beamed at you. “Happy Birthday! Made you breakfast.”

“You made my favourite breakfast?” You pouted; as he dragged over to the table.

“It wouldn’t be your birthday if I didn’t. Even figured out how to use the fancy coffee machine we’ve got, made you your favourite coffee.” He smiled bashfully at you.

“You learnt how to make an almond flat white?” You looked up at him, surprise swimming in your eyes, watching as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweats.

“Well, I like them too. Thought it was a skill worth having.” He shrugged.

“And when did you have time to do that Mr Rockstar?!” You smirked; teasing him before bringing your cup to your mouth. A satisfied sigh leaving your mouth as soon as it touched your lips. “Not bad MacDonald. Not bad!”

The two of you sat amongst the peaceful chatter as you ate breakfast together before he was pulling your empty plate away from you to dump in the kitchen sink. Dragging you up from your seat to your array of presents, despite your protest that breakfast and the flowers and being with your best friend was enough.

A gorgeous hand written birthday card and a gift bag of tat, that would only make sense to you and the boys and you were most grateful for them more than anything else he could have got you. You caught Ross nervously twitch as he watched you place everything back in the bag. “What’s wrong?” You didn’t take your eyes off what you were doing but you could sense him being odd as he watched you.

“I have another present… well two for you and I don’t know how you’ll respond?”

“Don’t be silly, I’m sure I’ll love whatever it is because it’s from you Ross.” You leant over to squeeze at his hand.

Shimmying his hand from yours; he started unbuttoning your favourite flannel shirt of his. You had seen your best friend in an array of states of undress over the years you had known him but you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as to why he was taking his clothes off until he showed off his collarbone. Stepping forward to get a closer look; you immediately gulped in an attempt to hold back the tears that were brimming in your eyes. Running a finger over small cursive you finally looked up into his eyes, finding him already looking at you so softly as he waited for your reaction.

“You got my initial tattooed on you?”

“I did. Left collarbone, above my heart.” Ross smiled softly at you. “You’re my best friend. Want you with me forever.”

“Fuck!” You gasped, trying to hold back the sobs. “Why you so cute?! I love you so fucking much!”  You told him genuinely; throwing your arms around his neck and squeezing him tight.

“I have one more thing.” Ross told you, pulling away from your embrace and pulling a small box out of his back pocket.

“You’re not proposing are you?”

“No!”  Ross cackled. “I would never pressure you to get a tattoo but I wanted you to have me with you too. So I got you this.”

Opening the box; he held it out for you to see the most beautiful gold necklace with the letter R dangling in the middle. You pouted at how cute he was before asking him to help put it on. When you felt him release the chain from his fingers; you turned to face him, placing your hand a top of it and holding it close to your chest.

“It’s perfect. Thank you!” You told him sincerely; reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek.

Your lips catching the corner of his mouth in a lingering kiss; neither of you said anything.

[jmvore]

the boy with the flower crown | m.list

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›Synopsis » looking at you, jimin instantly knew that he knew you from somewhere. it isn't until he finally gains the courage to talk to you that he realizes where. he remembers how you rescued him when you were kids. remembers how the two of you were practically inseparable until you weren't. he hated that he had to leave town because of his father's mistake but he hated even more that he had to leave the only true friend he's had, behind.

› Rating » 18+/Explicit › Updated » coming soon › Genre » Angst, Smut, Fluff. › AU » Strangers to Friends to Lovers, College, FWB (not really), Childhood Friends › Current WC » 10k+ › Main Pairing(s) » GenderFluid!Jimin x Reader › Side Pairing(s) » Platonic!Jungkook x Reader, Platonic!Namjoon x Yoongi, f!OC x Reader, Yoonji x Reader, Yoongi x Hoseok, old! FWB!Taehyung x Reader, & Jungkook x Yoonji › Status » INCOMPLETE › Warning(s) » Warnings will be given on each chapter.  › A/N » I already started uploading this on AO3 so if you read these chapters already, that's why! Anyway, I've been working on this for a while now and I'm so excited to share it.

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🌱| 01. flower child | P O S T E D

⤿ jimin remembers you. remembers how you rescued him when you were kids. remembers how the two of you were practically inseparable until you weren't. he hated that he had to leave town because of his father's mistake but he hated even more that he had to leave the only true friend he's had, behind.

so, what happens when he realizes you're here? ⤳ wc: 4.2k+ | posted: 08.22.23

💐| 02. one of the most attractive things about flowers...

⤿ you're fine with being Jimin's partner for your art grade but it seems as if every one else has something to say. people should learn to mind their business, huh? ⤳ wc: 4.5k+ | posted: 00.00.00

🍀| 03. there are always flowers...

⤿ Jimin finds himself getting ready with a little pep in his step. He can't believe he was able to get you for his art partner. He can't wait to see you. More importantly, spend time with you. ⤳ wc: 3.5k+ | posted: 00.00.00

🥀| 04. even the tiniest of flowers...

⤿ you're dating... her? really?

disappointment after disappointment. Jimin hates feeling like he's the butt of the joke but... that's exactly how he's feeling. You, on the other hand, are beginning to get pissed at the fact that everything and everyone seems to be blocking your chances with Jimin.

it's getting frustrating. ⤳ wc: 3.0k+ | posted: 00.00.00

🍂| 05. happiness is to hold flowers in both hands.

⤿ you determine you and Jimin need a one on one to discuss the project and all of it's details. what better way than to take him on a date and then to your home? ⤳ wc: 2.5k+ | posted: 00.00.00

🌸| 06. weeds are flowers too once you get to know them.

⤿ it's time to get the supplies you need to create your reference photos'. it's just you and jimin hanging out when something unexpected happens. ⤳ wc: 2.5k+ | posted: 00.00.00

🌻| 07. every floor blooms in it's own time.

⤿ project angels and demon. it's time to excute your projec. honestly, you're excited. you know he is too but maybe he's too excited. you're overwhelmed with the turn of events and well, you hate pushing him away but you need some time to think. ⤳ wc: 2.5k+ | posted: 00.00.00

🏵️| 08. blooming until we ache

⤿ It doesn't take a genius to know that you and Jimin are playing cat and mouse. Everyone who looks at the two of you know you're beating around the bush and quite frankly, no one knows why. It's kind of cute, until it's not. Jungkook, Yoongi, and Yoonji take matters into their own hands. ⤳ wc: 2.5k+ | posted: 00.00.00

🌼| 09. flowers whisper, "beauty!" to the world...

⤿ Jimin goes back to ignoring you and you don’t know why. It hurts, you admit it does but you can’t bring yourself to contact him… and seeing him around campus and in class sucks even worse. and well, yoonji and yoongi are tired of the both you moping. ⤳ wc: 2.5k+ | posted: 00.00.00

🌷| 10. the earth laughs in flower(s).

⤿ it’s the day of Jin’s get together and you're nervous. he invited you when the two of you were on speaking terms but he never uninvited you. yoonji talks you into going but... you can't take jimin ignoring you anymore and well, it's time to tell him how you're feeling.

the fear of rejection lingers... ⤳ wc: 2.5k+ | posted: 00.00.00

🌺| 11. let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair.

⤿ It's time for the final showcase and Jimin is nervous. establishing your relationship is one thing but actually seeing the piece of artwork you pulled off in a museum is another thing.

...speechless is more you likes it. ⤳ wc: 2.5k+ | posted: 00.00.00

🌹| 12. epilogue: true love is like roses...

⤿ set fifteen years in the future, you and jimin have been doing well. you, a hot-shot interior designer, and jimin being a makeup artist for the stars. you're one of hollywoods 'it couples'. you never thought you would be here with him and jimin is thankful for the second chance he was given. what better way to celebrate each other than to have a bonfire with friends and reminiscing about the good ol' days. ⤳ wc: 2.5k+ | posted: 00.00.00

[reelvibes91]

Top 10 Movies of 2023

10. The Creator - It had a really poignant message about how far we can take technology. Can we replicate the human experience but have it be placed in a human body. It raises the questions about what the future of warfare will look like. Add in some of the most stunning visuals that have been seen in a sci-fi movie, and the final product leaves you in a debate. One that does not have a wrong answer.

9. Scream 6- Jenna Ortega and Melissa Barrera return as the Carpenter sisters, and this film takes the franchise to a new location. Changing up the scenery allowed for fresh thrills to be infused into this series and created a new level of tension. It was a very solid entry as it developed the legacy characters more and continued to give depth to the new core 4. Very good movie.

8. Talk to Me- One of the most original horror films that has been released in a long time. It plays on themes of loss, the supernatural, what happens after death and contact with the world beyond our own. It is well made, well acted and completely immerses you in this unique premise. This is a gem among other films that thankfully makes the list due to other films being pushed back beyond 2023.

7. The Killer- Fassbender is a revelation in this stylish action thriller. It may have a simple plot but sometimes all you need to do is breathe fresh life into something that has been done before. Fincher relies on the fast talking narrative and multiple set pieces to beautifully craft this story that plays out before us. It works and excels because you connect with the story and want to see how it plays out.

6. The Super Mario Bros- This film sat atop the list for a long while but ultimately found itself bumped down. It is such a fun experience for anyone who grew up with the games and a delight to share with the younger generation. This is the single movie from this year that has played the most in my household. It holds so much Nostalgia and brings such a smile to my face.

5. Air- Ben Affleck brings this story to life in such a compelling manner. For anyone who followed MJs career this story is not new. For those who have forgotten MJ used this platform to become the single most recognized athlete of all time. This story, this deal and how it played out changed the landscape of the name, image, likeness game. The Air Jordan symbol is truly iconic and now this film will fully cement that legacy within cinema. Absolutely the kind of film we need more of.

4. Oppenheimer- When Nolan's career is said and done there will be so many achievements we can look back upon. This one will be considered the most important due to the historical nature of it. The way Nolan paints the picture of how this all came to be is a crowning achievement in film making and could likely win the director a slew of awards. Nolan knows how to make a stunning film while getting the most out of his cast and he was some amazing talent to choose from here. 

3. Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse- Miles Morales is my favorite Spider-Man and this movie continues to showcase all the reasons why he is a phenomenal character. The sequel also added more layers to how the multiversal aspect of it all works. Easily some of the best animation we have ever seen. This film is on the short list for best picture at the Oscars and definitely deserves all the praise it is getting. 

2. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem - No kid grew up in the 80s and 90s without knowing who the Ninja Turtles are. Now we have them present for the next generation and what a treat it was. There was so much story and world building in just over 90 minutes. You could feel the chemistry among the actors as well as they brought the brothers to life. The animation was once again on point, and the stellar cast overall helped bring the classic characters to life. This is the TMNT movie we have been needing for the last decade or more.

1 Killers of the Flower Moon- This 3.5 hour long Martin Scorsese epic told probably the most heartbreaking story of the year. What we see in this movie is the death and betrayal of the Osage people. Led by Leonardo DiCaprio and Lily Gladstone this is the type of story that needs to be told to help educate people on the past. The Osage murders were about greed and corruption. Scorsese continues to make films with bold statements and that will help preserve the truth about history. 

[starfilled-galaxy]

I forgot that I was really good at poetry Anyway here's some poems I've written before bc they're fun

Dying alive my Heart is cut by emotion Mind reeling, I'm fine

- Haiku; November 2nd, 2022

Wind blowing The leaves flowing A petal drifts by The ash stained Land strained By the fire from long ago Rebuilding, regrowing Though the process is still on-going It has gone back to its roots once more The Earth is resilient Let’s just hope we don’t overpower it

- Date written unknown

Stars high above Infinite light A breeze blowing the grass The differently colored daisies twirling Everything as delicate as a butterfly’s wing Infinite light From stars high above

- January 9th, 2023

Laying under the pink and orange hues of the sky What's left of the sunset light shining throughout Outlining the purple flowers of different shades A light breeze passing through your hair A petal from your flower crown drifting away Hands held, we lay Us The trees nearby rustle in the wind The familiar sound of nature Cotton candy clouds move across the sky A blue butterfly lands on my empty hand A match to the cool tones of my sweater Together, we rest Us

- December 5th, 2022

Gentle frost Sweet cold Withers her garden Solitude love A lonely moon shines The ancient garden awaits blossom Sacred winter The sanctuary of night

- December 15th, 2022

I twirled around, leaves cracking under my feet Messing around as leaf after leaf fell The sound of the snapping filled my ears Leaves got stuck in my hair, but I didn’t care I could see them staring One of the oldest girls in our class Acting like this, huh? I don’t see the point Make-up and perfume and faking your life Faking your personality and happiness To fit in? Be childish,  Play in autumn like you would when you were in 1st grade But I see the price to pay Outcast Not fitting in makes you an outcast It’s not fun, I can tell you that much But at least I’m me And I’m free

- November 28th, 2022

K: The pencil in my hand O: An extension of the arm projecting creativity K: Letters forming more than words O: Graphite roads connecting time and generations K: It only took one piece of paper O: A paper that connects people K: Through knots and ties of emotion O: With writings that can bring people together K: One person, one paper, and thousands of ties O: Deep gashes coming and going like the pencil from the paper K: The sea of salt water burning them in a way no one understands O: A burning the only the artist can feel K: The price to pay for other’s enjoyment O: Bringing long dark windy clouds with only the warmth of the art K: Careless and cold, I write O: Masterpieces

- Poem collab, my lines were K and my classmate's lines were O; October 17th, 2022

The music It fills my ears Swallowing my emotions in a wave of sound I’m at peace At least right now All the pain and sadness Gets washed away Oh, I know tomorrow it will go back Go back to the same old, Same old But right now I can just lay Lay with my back to my bed Plush in my hand Staring out my window As the music plays The music plays

- October 12th, 2022

[vulcan-bourbon]

writober 2023

day 10 — południca

In Polish folklore, the Południca, also called Lady Midday or the Noon Witch, is a female supernatural figure that roomed in the roamed field bounds, scaring away the children from ruining the crops. They are said to bring people to madness, and they were used to explain cases of heat stroke.

There were a couple of minutes left until noon. A lazy breeze was walking in the wheat field, as if it was dancing some kind of intricate dance with them, sometimes intensifying and pressing the ears almost to the ground, sometimes as if trying to pull them up to the clouds themselves. The latter absolutely apathetically and indifferently floated across the sky about their business, as if not noticing anything around them.

Especially Scar, who was sitting on a blanket in the middle of a golden wheat field. Around the man himself were scattered in a chaotic-rational (yes, exactly that) order, artifacts that were waiting in the wings.

- Come to me, my love. - he whispers to the wind, hoping that his words will reach the addressee.

Noon comes, and, as if on a click, everything around calms down.

And, as if his whisper had been heard, a couple of meters next to him appears the figure of a young man with light brown hair, pale skin, dressed in white robes that resemble a linen toga, but are not one.

The young man was covered with a white transparent blanket, but so thin and barely noticeable that one could see his violet eyes and a flirtatious smile directed at Scar.

On top of the bedspread and hair, like a crown, the ghost was crowned with a wreath of poppy flowers.

Goodtimes froze in place, afraid to even gasp in surprise that he was able to summon his lover... from the other world?

Scar doesn't have time to say anything before the figure in the blanket begins to hum softly:

- I am death and birth,

I am the rise and fall.

I am peace and struggle,

Rest and movement.

I am what you are looking for

What are you avoiding?

I am what you crave

And what are you rejecting...

— Grian, — Scar whispers barely audibly, wanting to touch his fiancé, but knowing full well that any unnecessary movement could make Xelqua disappear.

The wind freezes in place throughout the entire field, and further confirmation that Grian is next to him is that from the figure of the noonday, the ears of corn move around him when he runs his palm over them.

Time seemed to freeze around them; only noonwraith could move in this world, approaching Scar step by step and smiling more and more contentedly, each time getting closer to him.

The ghost sits down next to him on the blanket, hugging his knees with his arms and tenderly looking at his lover with his piercing amethyst eyes.

- You can’t count my faces,

There are countless incarnations.

I am your dying cry

And a groan of pleasure. - Grian sings, watching as Scar reaches out his hand, wanting to throw off the blanket from the ghost, and quietly laughs at this action, leaning in and quickly kissing him tenderly on the lips through the thin fabric.

Scar froze in place, wanting to respond to the kiss, but instead Grian pulled back laughing, turning his gaze to the ears of corn nearby and moving his palm over them, causing them to sway quietly.

- Grian, take me with you, please. - Scar whispers, looking at his lover who has turned away. - I know that you are an Watcher...

Xelqua shudders in place and turns to the man with a surprised look, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

- Maybe... we can be reborn somewhere and be together? - Scar says barely audibly with sadness in his voice.

Grian looks at the man for a short time, as if calculating something, deliberately teasingly thoughtfully putting a finger to his lips and looking at the sky, as if deep in thought.

Half a moment later, the ghost continues to sing:

- Know your death

Know your goodness.

Between fear and faith

Hope and ruin -

Only one choice

Just one step...

Scar's eyes light up, and he, unable to hold back any longer, pulls his lover towards him by the blanket to dive under the blanket and meet his lips with the creature that is destined for him.

The quiet, barely audible sound of the server rebooting restarted life in these parts.

The wind gently shook the ears of corn, as if awakening from a long sleep. The clouds floating across the sky looked thoughtfully at the field that existed under the midday sun, and completely not understanding where a blanket with a wreath of blood-red poppies appeared in the middle of the golden field.

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song performed by Grian: Изида под покрывалом — Елена Ханпира, и Хелависа, musical "Последнее Испытание"

// english is not my native language, I hope for your understanding,,,,,,,,,,,

[stupid-lemon-eater]

i think 2023 should be the year we bring back flower crown edits