#by imagining it's around the transition of autumn to winter there

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OC Crossovers (1/3): Tea Time with Myr and Lidija (@myrmyrtheorca 's OCs!) Kurumi may or may not be telling Lidija about shoujo manga while Myr is just chilling there and relaxing from the nice atmosphere.

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My one Fictober post

(because im a slow writer)

Prompt: 22 why are we doing this again?

This is “au” for after season 8 || read on AO3

She stared out across the lake sized pond, they called lakes ponds here, making her wonder what Maine’s lakes looked like. She made a mental note to ask Mulder to take them to see one after. 

Everything was so vast and open and endless. Sun drenched mountains stood ancient and unmoving past the parting of the trees on the opposite bank. Their rocky tops colored an amber yellow in the sunrise. Tall pine trees hugged the shore but for the rocky beach she was standing on. The water was a clear shade of greenish blue, reminding her of his eyes in the light of a sunrise. 

Rocks as big as her feet under her bare toes were warm to the touch, baked in the morning sun. They felt wonderful in the chill air surrounding her, remembered from the night before. It was cold here in the evenings, the warning of winter came as early as late August. But they were cozy in their cabin, with a cast iron stove and a furnace and a fireplace to keep the chill out. 

She liked the wildness of it and loved feeling the cold prick her skin at the closing and opening of each day, chasing her and being chased by the sun. There was a comfort there, of the silent and unmovable force of nature after being pursued for so much of their lives by things much less impressive. 

They would all flee inside as their daily ritual, Mulder their shepard when she or their boy were inevitably stubborn. But he was being strict with her, and would never allow it. 

She wanted to sit outside around the firepit on occasion but Mulder wouldn’t hear it. He worried about her, insisting she come inside. Telling her there would be other summers and autumns when she could. And the funny thing was, she let him. She didn’t even have to fight herself and her independence at all really, she found his protectiveness, her cheeks reddened just thinking about it, sexy. 

He’d missed out the last time she told herself, he deserved to have this. So she let him herd them all inside and cuddle up as a family every night on the cozy couch by the fireplace and they would all take turns telling stories and adding new chapters to their favorite ones until one of them, usually her, fell asleep. 

Besides it made her feel a comfort she couldn’t describe or understand. His care for them, she couldn’t have imagined how good this could be.

A wind blew off the water wipping her hair around her neck and she shivered pulling her sweater tight around her and glancing back to the hammock tied between two trees to make sure it wasnt swaying too much in the wind. He was warm enough she’d put a sheepskin down and then a wool blanket over top of him. The impression their little boy made was so tiny and she had a sudden wild feeling of joy and sorrow mixed together in the most confounding way. How small he used to be, with his little rabbit ear hat. How big he would seem in seven more months. Everything felt like it was going so slowly in this calm, but when she stopped to look she realized everything was going at the speed of light. 

The truth was he wasn’t tiny, she couldn’t really lift him up anymore, and they’d started transitioning to couch cuddles when he needed comfort. He was in the 94th percentile for height. Mulder had kissed her head and said “Thank those recessive Scully genes your brother got, huh?” at his last checkup. To which she’d muttered back “He's a Mulder.” Mainly to see the pride flicker across his face. He had started planning to put a basketball court in beside the driveway.

She turned back to the water chin dimpling at the passage of time. She’d always loved the fall, the shade of sunlight on her skin in the mornings and the sharp angles and yellow sunsets cast across living rooms in the evenings. This fall though, was the happiest of her life. The stillness of it was turning her world on its axis. God knows, she wasn’t one to remain in one place for long, neither was Mulder. She smiled at the thought. But they had soaked this in for two weeks now and she could envision seven months more, longer. Safe. Him safe. Together and enjoying each other for the first time… ever. 

It was like a honeymoon phase they never really had. They were like teenagers exploring their newfound freedom and the change in their lives for the first time it felt like, for the better. She couldn't stop smiling. Neither could he. Sometimes by the fire in the evenings, her, curled up in the big armchair reading, him, typing on the sofa next to their son fast asleep; they’d meet each others gaze and just grin dopily at each other.

Even Liam saw their newfound giddiness. “Momma you’re happy now?” Hed asked this morning, through a spoonful of oatmeal. They’d eaten a later breakfast than Mulder after he had left for an early morning hike. 

“Yes baby, I’m happy.” she’d said kissing the top of his sun bleached, sandy brown head.

“Are you happy my love?” She asked, playing with his hair.

“Yeaaaaah!” he’d exclaimed and wiggled in his chair and shed laughed.

Shed been saddened a bit by this. It had only been months that they’d finally been free.

Their son had grown up with both of his parents filled with worry, and anxiety, and serious conversations, and fights even, about the right thing to do, the time it would take them, the sacrifices they were making, even the moral thing to do. He’d spent his toddlerhood in an underground medical lab that was soulless and sunless and the bane of her existence for three hellish years.

Scully sometimes couldnt believe they’d gotten through it. Couldn’t believe she and Mulder had come out of it together and loving each other the same way, if not more deeply. 

She shook off her memories of that time determined to enjoy the world in front of her now. Mostly alien-less and beautiful and sunny and windy. Oh how she’d missed the wind. 

And people! Strangers, smiling as you passed them on the street. It’d taken them a couple of days to get used to the college town hospitality but how refreshing it was to see people. No weirdos, no cults, they'd employed the gunmen to double check, just students and parents and seniors posted up at the local coffee shop all day. Nothing but normalicy. Well except for the three of them. But she could live with that. 

She could live with a lot, she realized, once that low hum of anxiety, the constantly on guard state of being she’d become so accustomed to fell away. Mulder too, was more relaxed and happy here, just them, in their own universe. 

——————————

He’d been booked for a flight to a case he’d been working with the lone gunmen when it happened. It would’ve been a normal case with them otherwise, like he had done since they’d been freed. Free of the FBI, free of the conspiracy, and the group that had been a danger to them. Some in the government were taking the threat seriously and many of the survivors had been placed on the most wanted list. They were, more importantly, free of the colonists. They’d gone once the vaccine program had been rolled out, the earth, useless to them now. 

It felt like a weight that she hadn’t known she carried since she had woken up in the hospital in 1994 had been lifted off of her. No more experiments, no more women and children in danger. She could rest now. They could rest now. And rest they had.

She’d come back from the doctor in a daze. She’d been feeling under the weather and silently, she’d feared cancer, she hadn’t said as much to Mulder, but he had offered to drop Liam off at her mothers and go with her. She’d said no, it was probably nothing and if she needed him she’d call. He’d sent her off with an extra tight hug and a thousand kisses, whispering things that made her face flush thinking of them now. When the nurse had told her to do the standard pregnancy test before any imaging could be done she hadn’t even thought…

Mulder and Liam were dozing on the couch when she got home. She’d gone to the kitchen and turned on the faucet, hands shaking, mind blank, watching the water.

Mulder appeared at the kitchen door, wordless and waiting. She swallowed and managed a smile. “Not sick” she’d said.

And he’d been so relieved by this news he’d hardly noticed her fighting to remain calm while he woke Liam and they’d jumped around the kitchen shouting the lyrics to everything’s gonna be alright by Bob Marley. Mulder said they’d been waiting to have dessert with her, so she picked at the ice cream and watched her boys chatter and laugh for what she realized would be the last time as just the three of them. 

She’d waited until they’d put him to bed and he went to the couch holding a hand out, waiting for her to join him in their nightly cuddle. 

Instead she’d sat on the coffee table, taking his hand. She’d whispered “Mulder, I got some news at the doctor.” 

“I thought..?” He’d looked worried then and she’d wanted to beam her thoughts into his mind to stave off the five extra seconds of worry. 

“No its nothing bad, its…” She didn’t quite know how to say it, which if she wasnt so distracted she would find hilarious given this was the one thing she’d rehearsed in her dreams every single night the first time around. It came tumbling out of her mouth instead. 

“We’re going to have a baby.”

He’d blinked at her in complete shock and then his brow had furrowed and she’d wanted to say something else but he’d just leaned into her, took her in his arms and drew her into his lap.

“You’re sure? How scully..?” He’d mumbled from her neck. 

“I dont know” she’d cried, holding onto him like a life raft. 

They’d been overcome, trembling together, his tears wetting her neck. And she’d held him and kissed his cheek. 

He’d whispered ‘oh my god’ and found her hands and kissed each finger and then her face giving her little kisses all over, until the tears turned into giggles and they sat back and looked at each other faces red and puffy and happy.

The feeling that welled inside her then was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. At the chance to tell him. The second chance at everything. 

“What about the placenta?” he'd blurted out serious. And her heart could’ve shattered at his care for her. “Will they check it? Make sure you two will be safe not like last time?” His arms wrapped around her waist hugging her close to him.

“Well it was a great deal more stressful last time.” He squeezed her hand “but yes my OBGYN wants me to come in as soon as possible to do some testing.”

“Tomorrow?”

She nodded. 

“I’ll take you.” he said it with a finality that raised her deeply ingrained self suffient hackles and perplexingly turned her on a little.

Normally she’d have shaken her head. She almost did it automatically. But instead she’d smiled. “I’ll call to see if we can come in when Liam is at Bill and Taras.”

He’d sunk to the carpet, let her lie back on the couch as he rested his chin on her hipbone and whisped salutations to their child. Her fingers raked through his chinchilla hair. Trailing his fingers across her bare belly, asking for her to un button and unzip her pants so as to be as close as possble to where their baby currently inhabited her belly. He whispered about how he hoped they’d get her beautiful nose and come to think of it her eyes and the shape of her earlobes. She’d added 

“Tell them about your jawline and your soft hair.” 

“And your mom wishes you’d get my jawline so maybe work on that in there while you can, but I like her hair better so its up to you kid.”

She’d giggled, and they’d cried, and he’d carried her to bed. That night Mulder wrapped his body around her, entangling his limbs in hers, his hands placed protectively around her belly.

And when they woke up three days later and he’d prepared to go to the airport for the gunmen’s case, they both could barely look at each other. 

And he’d hugged her and said, “Don’t worry Scully, no monsters just run of the mill missing persons.” 

But her stomach dropped into her abdomen and stayed there as the door closed behind him, and as she’d started breakfast and cried silently at the stove begging god not to be so cruel. Not to take him a second time. Knowing he’d be okay but feeing deep down something would go wrong, the darkness would find him. 

And it jumped into her throat ten minutes later as the door crashed open and she heard him call her name and his long strides coming determinedly to her in the kitchen, catching her face in his hands, and wildly searching her eyes.

She’d cried his name as he’d asked desperately.

“Why are we doing this again?”

“I dont know” she’d broken down then; relieved, and so happy he’d come back to her. And he’d grabbed her and kissed her like he should’ve the first time, like he wanted a second chance, like they could relive the past and physically force it to change. 

“I dont want to miss a second of you this time.” he’d muttered into her hair holding her to him. 

“Mulder” she’d choked out, emotions too vast to put into words.

“Momma waffles” Liam had reminded her and she saved them before they burned

“Breakfast” she’d smiled weepily at Mulder, as they both wiped tears away.

“Yes, then let’s get out of here.” he’d said looking at her as seriously as she’d ever seen him.

She tilted her head in question

“Lets go to the maine house.”

She tried to hide a smile. “For how long?”

“The rest of it. A year. Forever. However long you want.”

She’d raised her eyebrows. This was her Mulder, all or nothing all the time. She’d fought a smile. “What happens when we get bored?” She crossed her arms, spatula still in hand, after putting the waffle on Liam's plate.

“I have a book to write that I’ve been putting off. You have a baby to grow and two full shelves of books you've been wanting to get through and…” he searched for more concrete reasons, “you wanted to decorate that house…Fall is the best time for antiquing” he’d said fluttering his eyebrows enticingly.

“We can stop at Brimfield on the way up.” he added in a sing song, knowing this would do the trick.

Her eyes lit up, he knew he had her, and he grinned.

“What about my training?”

“Can you take a sebatical?”

“Maybe, I can ask” 

“Ask”

“Okay I’ll call after breakfast.” She said excited at their new plan. 

“Good” his fingers found hers and pulled them around him spatuala and all, as he pulled her into a hug. 

“I’m so happy.” he mumbled in her hair “Its terrifying.” 

She nodded into his chest and said “I know exactly what you mean.”

And then he started laughing and she laughed with him and then Liam started his cutest five year old laugh and soon everyone had dissolved into giggles and hugs.

—————

The sun dappled her dappled cheeks catching a tree on its rise. She found herself smiling at the memories and she sighed.

He walked up behind her. She didn’t turn around knowing it was him from the sound of his footfalls. He stopped behind her and wrapped his arms under hers and over her slightly swollen belly, tucking his nose into the side of her neck. “Mmm” she hummed “Hi”

“Hi”

“Nice walk?”

“Very relaxing” he muttered into her, lips brushing against the top of her shoulder setting her skin alight in goosebumps. 

“Tomorrow we can all go.” She whispered, tilting her head so he could continue the path up her neck.

“Okay. I found a perfect little outcrop that looks over the lake. The trail is mostly flat.” His nose drifted across her jaw.

She smiled at his worry.

“Mulder” she said in that exasperated voice she knew he loved “I worked for the FBI the first time I was pregnant I can do a hike.”

He just breathed her in. “You smell different.” He murmured from the soft bare skin behind her ear.

“Better or worse” she asked, voice still playful.

“Just different. I love it. I love being here with you, watching you.” He breathed her in deep over exaggerating, and she giggled.

“You’re amazing. Have I told you?”

“Today? Not yet” she teased.

“You’re amazing Dana.” He said kissing her jawline.

“Thank you Fox.” she whispered as if his name was their secret.

“I have something for you.”

She turned in his arms looking at him questioningly. He dug in his back pocket and pulled a notebook out, opened it and on the page there was a perfect maple leaf in fall colors. The veins of it were still green but the colors faded outwards from them in a tricolor rainbow of brightest yellow to deepest red around the very edges.

“It’s beautiful” she said studying the way the colors merged from one vein into another.

“It wasn't ready to fall but it did and it ended up better for it.” He said. “Like us.”

She smiled earnestly up into his eyes. She twirled the stem in her fingertips the light catching it and illuminating the colors even more. 

“Fall always reminded me of you.” He said in a low voice still holding her. She reached up to his face brushing a finger across his plump lower lip. He answered her unspoken request, bending down to brush his lips to hers and allow her to open her mouth to him playing with them between her own, tasting the familiar taste of him on his tongue. Before parting, and pressing her cheek against his chest, looking out at the sun fully risen over the water now.

“I have something for you too” she said glancing up at him, finding his eyes a smile playing on her lips. She dug in her sweater pocket and pulled out a smooth stone and held her hand out with it lying on her palm. He took it beamused, then his eyebrows raised “Its shaped like a UFO” he said surprised. She laughed pleased he could see it too.

It was. It was oblong a perfect sphere from the top with a small hump on one side that could’ve been a cockpit.

“Don’t go imagining it actually is with tiny aliens inside, its just a coincidence in a stone.”

He smirked at her “Maybe” he said suggestively.

She shook her head staring back at her leaf 

“I think I can put this between wax paper and preserve it.”

He kissed her temple their presents held in each others hands.

“I can’t wait for spring, we can swim.”

“The babys due in May, I dont think I’ll be able to for a while after.”

He shrugged. “Then we’ll wait for summer.”

“You’ll take Liam, teach him to swim.” She said with certainty. “We can watch.” She spoke as much to him as her belly.

Mulder smiled and she saw tears flood his eyes threatening to spill over his bottom lashes. She put a hand to his cheek and asked for his eyes. 

He sighed and smiled “Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

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November Prompt 8: Leaves

Words: 441 | Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Perched against the fountain in the courtyard, you twirl the stem of a fresh leaf between the fingertips of your index finger and thumb. You’d found it right at the entrance, on the cold cement ground amongst the brush of brown decaying leaves. You plucked the thriving bright red leaf off the ground thinking it symbolized something, like new beginnings.

Autumn at Hogwarts was just as magical as the snow here during Christmas. The leaves drying out and falling were the perfect transition from the heat of summer to the cold of winter and you enjoyed the time in between with none other than Draco Malfoy.

You would say you’d sent for him, but you hadn’t. You two were just like this, magnetic. You’d only been in the courtyard for three minutes at most before the crunching of leaves on the cement drew your eyes from the bright leaf in your grasp to his lanky frame entering between two vined pillars. A knitted gray sweater hugs his shoulders under his flowing robes with his wand tucked somewhere inside his back messenger bag.

“Thought I’d find you out here,” he half scoffs, half chuckles. “You’re missing dinner, you know? Second night this week.”

“How can I eat when I’d be missing a view this beautiful?”

“Dying leaves?”

“Not all,” you reply softly. “New beginnings. Winter is close by.”

He plops down on the edge of the cool fountain next to you, nudging your arm with a smirk before plucking the leaf from your fingers.

“Again, you’re missing meals. I’m worried about you.”

“There’s no need to worry. I have snacks.”

“Mhm,” he hums and places the leaf between the two of you.

You kick your legs up and cross them in front of you on the coolness of the stones. You lean back against a stone pillar and gaze up at the sky above. Swirls of orange, golden yellow, and coral pink intertwine with the purpling clouds, all fading toward the reddening sun in the distance just beyond the castle.

You can feel Draco’s eyes on you, but you don’t turn towards him, not just yet.

“Draco,” you breathe as softly as the wind that swirls by.

He shuffles next to you, allowing his fingers to slip into yours between the two of you under the cover of your robes.

There’s a certain warmth that seeps over you when he touches you and you find yourself drifting, falling, like the leaves around the two of you. You’ve found yourself in this very moment with him a lot lately, feeling this way, and though the leaves change, you never want this feeling to.

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Dreamy Room: A Haven of Softness and Imagination

There is a special kind of magic in crafting a dreamy room - a space that exists somewhere between reality and fantasy, where every detail whispers comfort and wonder. Unlike ordinary interiors, a dreamy room engages all the senses, wrapping you in a cocoon of tranquility while sparking creative daydreams. This guide will help you transform any space into your personal dreamscape, focusing on sensory-rich details that elevate ordinary rooms into extraordinary sanctuaries.

The Psychology of a Dreamy Space

Scientific studies show our surroundings significantly impact mood and cognition. A dreamy room capitalizes on this by incorporating:

Biophilic elements that connect us to nature (think hanging terrariums or a small indoor water feature)

Soft, rounded shapes that feel instinctively safer and more comforting than sharp angles

Personal nostalgia triggers like childhood books or inherited trinkets that spark joy

Subtle sensory layers - the faint scent of lavender, the whisper of wind chimes

Texture: The Secret Language of Dreaminess

Where ordinary rooms stop at visual appeal, a dreamy room speaks through touch:

The Cloud Effect

Layer a featherbed topper over your mattress

Drape faux fur throws across seating areas

Install plush, wall-to-wall carpeting or oversized rag rugs

The Whisper Test

Every fabric should make you want to reach out and touch it:

Crinkled linen curtains that filter sunlight

Hand-knit pillow covers with dimensional patterns

Bumpy ceramic vases or woven baskets

Light Play: Painting With Luminescence

Master these lighting techniques to achieve that signature dreamlike glow:

The 5-Point Lighting Rule

Combine:

Overhead pendant (with dimmer)

Task lighting (adjustable bedside)

Ambient (LED strips under furniture)

Accent (picture lights on art)

Magical (projectors casting moving leaf shadows)

DIY Light Diffusers

Stretch chiffon over embroidery hoops to create floating "light clouds" around bulbs

The Forgotten Dreamy Zones

While beds and seating areas get attention, these overlooked spots add magic:

1. Threshold Spaces

Frame doorways with cascading vines or bead curtains

Place a "dream journal" shelf near the entrance

2. Transitional Corners

Convert awkward nooks into:

A tea station with glass jars of herbs

A miniature indoor garden under grow lights

A memory wall with Polaroids and ticket stubs

3. Ceilingscapes

Often neglected, ceilings offer huge potential:

Paint a fading ombre sky effect

Hang origami mobiles that catch breezes

Install a removable constellation decal set

Maintaining the Dream

A dreamy room requires gentle care:

The Daily Ritual

Spend 10 minutes each morning adjusting:

Opening/closing window coverings

Rearranging one decorative item

Lighting a seasonal candle

Seasonal Transitions

Rotate these elements quarterly:

Duvet covers (floral for spring, velvet for winter)

Scent profile (citrus summer, spiced autumn)

Textural accents (crochet in spring, wool in winter)

When Reality Intrudes

For those who need functionality alongside fantasy:

Discreet Tech Integration

Hide routers in decorative boxes, use smart bulbs that mimic sunrise

Multi-Purpose Magic

A storage ottoman that doubles as a coffee table

Floating desks that fold against the wall

The true essence of a dreamy room lies not in perfection, but in its ability to evolve with your imagination. Start with one corner, let the vision grow organically, and remember - the most enchanting spaces often emerge from happy accidents and personal quirks. What unexpected element will make your room uniquely dreamlike?

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Scent and Seasons: A Sensory Expedition

The connection between Scent and Seasons is a captivating bond, where scents intertwine with our emotions and memories, transporting us to different times and places. The changing seasons, with their unique ambience and characteristics, offer a rich tapestry of inspiration for crafting fragrances that resonate with the very essence of each passing moment. At Pairfum London, we celebrate the enchanting marriage of scent and seasons, curating exquisite fragrances that capture the spirit of nature's ever-evolving beauty.

The Science of Scent and the Seasons

Our perception of scent is deeply intertwined with the rhythm of the seasons. As temperatures rise and fall, humidity levels fluctuate, and nature undergoes its transformations, our olfactory senses respond in kind. The warmth of summer air carries light and airy scents with ease, while the crispness of winter invites us to embrace deeper, more comforting aromas. This fascinating interplay between scent and season is at the heart of our fragrance philosophy at Pairfum London.

The Emotional Connection

Fragrance has a profound ability to evoke emotions and memories, creating a powerful connection between our senses and the world around us. The delicate floral scents of spring can transport us back to carefree childhood days, while the comforting warmth of vanilla and cinnamon in winter evokes feelings of nostalgia and festive cheer. At Pairfum London, we understand the emotional power of scent, and we strive to create different perfumes and fragrances that resonate with the heart as well as the senses. Be it a perfume or a home fragrance scent and seasons have a profound emotional connection.

Crafting the Seasonal Experience: Blending Complementary Accords

With the core fragrance notes in mind, our perfumers embark on a creative journey to harmonise these distinctive sensory elements, capturing the true spirit of each season. By employing the art of blending complementary fragrance accords, we amplify the desired atmosphere and emotions, creating perfumes that holistically encapsulate the richness of the zeitgeist. Spring: A Symphony of Renewal Spring, a season of rebirth and rejuvenation, inspires fragrances that capture the essence of new beginnings. The fusion of velvety green notes with ethereal floral note bouquets creates an air of romantic enchantment. Imagine a gentle breeze carrying the scent of blooming hyacinths, delicate lily of the valley, and fresh-cut grass, a reminder of nature's reawakening. Our spring collection features light and airy floral fragrances like lavender that embody the spirit of blossoming possibilities. Summer: An Ode to Vibrancy Summer, a season of warmth and vitality, calls for a summer scent that exude energy and zest. The marriage of vibrant citrus notes with tropical floral accords sparks a sensory symphony that captures the essence of sun-soaked days. Think of a zesty burst of lime and grapefruit mingling with the sweetness of jasmine and tiare flower, creating an invigorating summer fragrance that embodies carefree days and balmy nights. Autumn: A Tapestry of Warmth As nature transitions into the golden hues of autumn, fragrances embrace a comforting warmth and musky depth. The blend of earthy and woody notes with the subtle spice of cinnamon and vanilla evokes the cosy intimacy of crisp air and falling leaves. Envision the comforting woody scents and aroma of sandalwood and cedarwood intertwined with the spicy allure of nutmeg and clove, creating an autumn fragrance that reflects the season's tranquil beauty. Winter: An Embrace of Luxury Winter, a season of quietude and reflection, invites us to indulge in fragrances that offer warmth and comfort. The combination of resinous amber, woody notes, and gourmand accords creates a luxurious embrace, reminiscent of a cozy fireside gathering. Picture the richness of vanilla bean and tonka bean layered with the warmth of amber and musk, a winter fragrance that embodies the season's serene elegance and cooler temperatures.

Personalising Your Scent and Seasons Journey

Selecting the perfect perfume for each season is a personal journey. Consider your favourite fragrance lifestyle, preferences, and the emotions you want to evoke. Do you crave the invigorating freshness of citrus in summer or the comforting warmth of vanilla in winter? Experiment with different scents and discover the ones that speak to your soul. At Pairfum London, we offer a diverse range of seasonal fragrances to suit every taste and personality, ensuring you find the perfect scent to accompany you through the year.

Fragrance Layering and Seasonality

The art of fragrance layering allows you to create unique scent combinations that evolve throughout the day. In spring, layer a delicate floral eau de parfum with a fresh green body lotion. In summer, combine a zesty citrus cologne with a light, fruity hair mist. As the seasons change, explore the endless possibilities of fragrance layering to express your individuality.

The History of Seasonal Fragrances

The use of versatile fragrances to mark the passing seasons has a rich history, dating back to ancient civilizations. Aromatic herbs and spices were used to celebrate harvests and religious festivals, while floral scents adorned spring rituals and ceremonies. In medieval Europe, pomanders filled with cloves and oranges were carried to ward off disease during the winter months. Today, we continue this tradition by embracing seasonal scents with fragrance oils that connect us to the rhythms of nature and the heritage of our ancestors.

Scent and Seasons Trends

The world of fragrance is constantly evolving, with new scent trends emerging each season. From the resurgence of classic floral scents in spring to the growing popularity of woody and gourmand notes in winter, staying abreast of these trends allows you to explore the latest olfactory creations and discover new favourite fragrances. At Pairfum London, we stay at the forefront of seasonal scent trends, offering a curated selection of perfumes that reflect the latest inspirations while staying true to our timeless elegance.

The Impact of Climate on Fragrance Choices

Climate and geographical location can significantly influence our fragrance preferences. In hot weather, lighter, fresher scents are often preferred, as they provide a sense of refreshment and invigoration. On the other hand, colder months invite us to embrace heavier scents that offer warmth and comfort. Consider your local climate when selecting seasonal fragrances to ensure they complement your environment and enhance your overall well-being.

Caring for Your Fragrances in Different Seasons

Proper storage is essential to preserve the integrity of your fragrances. Avoid exposing them to direct sunlight and extreme temperatures, as this can alter their delicate composition. In summer, store your perfumes in a cool, dark place. In winter, keep them away from radiators and other heat sources. By taking care of your fragrances, you can enjoy their beauty and complexity for years to come.

Scent and Seasons at Pairfum London

At Pairfum London, we invite you to embark on a sensory journey through the seasons with our exquisite collection of seasonal fragrances. Our perfume oils are crafted with the finest ingredients, capturing the essence of each season in a bottle. Whether you seek the delicate floral notes of spring, the vibrant citrus accords of summer, the comforting warmth of autumn, or the luxurious embrace of winter, we have the perfect scent to complement your every mood and occasion. Spring Scents: Embrace the Renewal Awaken your senses with our captivating spring collection, featuring delicate floral notes like jasmine, rose, and neroli, blended with fresh green accords and a touch of citrus zest. These light and airy fragrances capture the essence of new beginnings and blossoming possibilities. Neroli, Musk, Orange Blossom - Eau de Parfum - This beautifully fresh, floral fragrance opens with the natural top note of Neroli.  - What follows is an alluringly pure & white floral heart of Orange Blossom and Madagascan Jasmine.  - The sensual base of Radiant Musk and Cedarwood, add depth and warmth to this fragrance. Summer Scents: Celebrate the Vibrancy Indulge in the sun-kissed radiance of our summer selection, bursting with juicy citrus, tropical floral accords, and refreshing aquatic notes. These invigorating scents will transport you to a world of carefree days and balmy nights. Spiced Rum, Lime & Guaiac Wood - Eau de Parfum - This Connoiseur’s accord opens with the intense aroma of Rum, nuances of Lime & Lemon and a radiant combination of Nutmeg & Pepper. - The heart is deep and rich with Tuberose, Iris and Vintage Leather. - A fond of Guaiac Wood, Cedarwood, Golden Amber, Vanilla Pod and Musk complete this luxurious fragrance.

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[robotlearnstolove]

2024-09-22

Shadow/Autumn

The Mountain still loomed over Paraé, despite the fact that it had already been several spans since she’d actually been able to see it. She was so far from it now — so far in every imaginable way — but she was beginning to feel as she could never be far enough to feel separate from it.

We are forever in its great Shadow.

The words of prayer would cast their way into her mind like an echo from a wall. In Koma, those words had carried a certain meaning and, while that meaning wasn’t lost to her, there was something new echoing alongside it, a response or perhaps even a new prayer altogether.

The Mountain reaches a great height and casts a long shadow.

While these ideas resounded tumultuously in her mind, the world around her spun out a different story. They had descended into the valley down a steep, rocky path that was overgrown with the roots of trees and were now underneath the trees that she’d overlooked so fondly the day before. Silver had described the descent as harrowing, even dangerous but Paraé had been scaling the Sheer Halls and the Vents since she was a child and a climb like this was nothing to her.

Overhead, the light of the sun and passed through the leaves, illuminating all their violent shades of yellow, red and orange even as they danced overhead in the light breeze. Once again, the unexpected beauty of the world gripped her and she had to stop to express her admiration. As she stared at the trees, Silver foraged, made a fire and prepared a meal.

Yesterday, he had given this season the name Autumn and described it as the transition between the hot and cold seasons. And now, as he stoked the embers and stirred a simmering kettle he talked a little more about the seasons. “Winter down here is a lot like summer in the Wastes,” he explained in his usual blunt, gruff way. “I don’t mean this darkly, if you’d left Koma in the winter, there’s no way you would have made it out of the wastes. You’re a young, spry and competent human but on a cold day, the Wastewind can kill a person in a matter of hours.”

[nawabshotelsandresorts]

Unveiling the Festive Spirit of Naran Valley: Plan Your Trip Around These Upcoming Events!

Naran Valley, nestled amidst the majestic peaks of the Himalayas in Pakistan, isn't just a haven for breathtaking landscapes and heart-pounding adventures. This captivating region pulsates with a vibrant calendar of events throughout the year, offering a unique way to immerse yourself in the local culture and create memories that go beyond the postcard-perfect scenery.

Planning a Naran Tour? Consider Aligning Your Trip with a Festival!

While Naran Valley offers stunning beauty year-round, some seasons come alive with vibrant celebrations. Here's a glimpse into some of the upcoming events you might want to consider when planning your Naran tour:

Spring (March-May): A Celebration of Renewal

As the winter chill gracefully surrenders to the gentle caress of spring, Naran Valley awakens in a burst of color. This season ushers in the Basant (Spring Festival), a lively celebration that explodes with joy and tradition. Imagine vibrant kites dancing on the spring breeze, the sweet aroma of freshly prepared seasonal treats filling the air, and the rhythmic beats of traditional folk dances that will have you tapping your feet. Immerse yourself in the festive atmosphere alongside the locals, soak in the vibrant hues of the kites soaring high above, and indulge in the delectable treats that mark this special occasion.

Summer (June-August): A Season of Joy and Adventure

Summer paints Naran Valley in its most vibrant hues, transforming it into a playground for adventurers and culture enthusiasts alike. The picturesque Shogran Valley, nestled within Naran's embrace, comes alive with the Shogran Festival. This lively event celebrates the rich cultural heritage of the region. Witness exhilarating jeep safaris navigate the rugged terrain, test your strength in traditional tug-of-war competitions, and be captivated by the vibrant tapestry of cultural performances that showcase the heart and soul of Naran Valley.

Calling all angling enthusiasts! If you crave a thrilling challenge, then the National Trout Fishing Competition held on the crystal-clear waters of Lake Saiful Muluk is an event you can't miss. Put your skills to the test against seasoned anglers, or simply enjoy the spectacle of this exciting competition. Whether you're battling for the top spot or cheering on the participants from the sidelines, the National Trout Fishing Competition promises an unforgettable summer experience.

Autumn (September-November): A Farewell to Summer's Embrace

As the summer sun bids farewell, Naran Valley transitions into a breathtaking tapestry of autumnal colors. This season presents the perfect opportunity to witness the Naran Horse Festival, a celebration that showcases the equestrian prowess of the Naranvi people. Prepare to be awestruck by the thrilling horse races that unfold against the backdrop of the majestic mountains. This event not only highlights the remarkable skills of the riders but also underscores the deep bond between the locals and their steeds.

Finding Your Perfect Haven in Naran Valley

Whether you're a seasoned adventurer or a family seeking a memorable escape, Naran Valley offers a variety of accommodation options to suit your needs. Best hotel in Naran Valley cater to travelers seeking comfort and amenities, while budget-conscious explorers might opt for guesthouses or homestays. For a luxurious escape with exceptional service and stunning views, consider naran hotel booking for  renowned Nawabs Hotels and resorts.

Family-Friendly Fun Awaits in Naran Valley

Naran Valley is a fantastic destination for families. Many hotels, including some of the best family hotel in Naran, offer amenities and activities specifically geared towards children. Imagine creating lasting memories with your family as you explore the breathtaking scenery, participate in cultural events, and embark on exciting adventures together. There are a lot of Pakistan beautiful places but Naran Valley, with its unique blend of natural beauty, cultural richness, and exciting events, offers an unforgettable experience for families of all ages.

Plan Your Naran Escape and Embrace the Unexpected

Before packing your bags and booking your stay (consider the best hotels in Naran Kaghan Valley!), it's important to remember that while some events have fixed dates on the calendar, others may vary slightly from year to year. To ensure you don't miss out on the festivities, check online resources or contact the naran hotel booking before finalizing your travel plans.

Most importantly, embrace the unexpected! Sometimes, the most magical experiences in Naran Valley are unplanned. Be open to discovering local celebrations or impromptu cultural events that might not be widely advertised. Strike up conversations with the locals, explore hidden gems, and allow yourself to be swept away by the unexpected delights that Naran Valley has to offer.

Conclusion: A Year-Round Destination for Unforgettable Memories

Naran Valley isn't just a visual feast; it's a cultural tapestry waiting to be explored.

[dfroza]

imagine always being on the outside looking in

but a heart never opening?

(being forever “lost” and never “found”)

this is what my heart feels like, sometimes, by writing and sending out thought as a ‘bird’ that carries words seeking the engagement of another heart and thought-life

as a book being found and read and welcomed in, its silent “calling” being written in the inner space upon the tablet of the heart itself (just as the inner rings of a Tree)

just as seen “mirrored” on the tablet of an illumined screen where a very real heart & spirit is seen (my inner room on clear display)

A real book of pages that “breathe…” as an open diary of thought and its dream of leading others to the place where their treasure is (where it is found to be by “unearthing” the old Adamic nature and taking upon the new)

this is how we seek & find in the discovery of our True nature as children reborn in Light (eternal Love) to be known as daughters & sons of our heavenly Father

you see, everyone is born naturally seeking their identity as a form and place of “belonging”

and it can only truly be discovered in grace (by faith) and the removal of the past (tense)

this is (inside, Anew) as the (Full Circle) design you see here, as a ring (not an audible ring, nor an audible call) but One that seeks to “betroth” the heart (by the Spirit) with the Son who is known as the Word of God

the Spirit is A silent and invisible Ghost of holiness here on garden earth seeking the “embodiment” of others who come to share their spirit and thought-life and voice

this is the True sense of personal “calling” done here from my [blueprint] design as an instrumental book of (silence & sound)

it is the “seed” i created as a form of trust that is (already inside)

the trust (and hope) of being found and befriended.

this is the “letter” i wrote while out walking (flying in thought) this day, the last day of school for Grand Rapids Public with the kids starting Summer break

A time of “rest” and play

the 6th of june 2024 (Thursday)

the 80th day of Astronomical Spring and the 6th day of meteorological Summer in a short time period when “all” the seasons blend upon the twin Hemispheres of earth (Astronomically and meteorologically speaking)

it is now the transition of Astronomical Autumn and meteorological Winter in the lower half

and you see how God created birds with wings for flight to get around, including migratory patterns, which is why it is nice for people to have their own car to get around because people were made in our Creator’s image and so we are innately “inspired” to make things here in this world

we were intentionally designed to dream

this is what i do by writing in the silent music of instrumental poetry

it is a form of “connection”

And i saw a red cardinal flying across Monroe Ave this day

in the eternal [here, & now]

i’ll keep (gently) calling out in writing and in birdsong, proposing these question marks (?) and (Waiting) for an answer

(both in thought & in body)

no matter how many years go by (in the in-between) or how many rings grow in my Tree

[nikita1965]

Functional and Fabulous Girl Dresses for Every Climate

Welcome to a fashion journey where every season becomes your runway and every occasion an opportunity to shine! 🌟 Have you ever found yourself staring at your little one's wardrobe, uncertain about what dress would suit the unpredictable weather or the upcoming event? Fear not! We've all been there, navigating the fine line between fashion and functionality. In this style-packed adventure, we're not just addressing the common wardrobe woes; we're turning them into triumphs! Join us as we unravel the secrets of Seasonal Dresses for Every Occasion and Weather. From sunny smiles to snowy twirls, we're here to guide you through a world where fashion meets practicality, ensuring your little fashionista steals the spotlight, rain or shine. Curious? Let's dive in and discover how to effortlessly dress your way through every season with flair and finesse! 🌈👗

In the kaleidoscope of childhood, each season paints a vibrant canvas of experiences, and what better way to capture these moments than through the enchanting world of girls' dresses? Imagine this: your little one stepping out, a vision of grace, confidence, and weather-appropriate chic, turning ordinary days into extraordinary memories. If you've ever pondered the perplexities of dressing your princess for the ever-changing seasons, you're not alone. The constant quest for outfits that seamlessly blend style and practicality can be overwhelming. But fear not, for here begins a sartorial journey where fashion is the guide and every season is a chance to express, create, and, most importantly, enjoy. Are you ready to transform your girl's wardrobe into a year-round fashion spectacle? Let's dive into the secrets of Seasonal Dresses for Every Occasion and Weather.

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Now, some might raise an eyebrow and express skepticism about the feasibility of maintaining a wardrobe that's not just stylish but also tailored to every twist and turn the weather may take. The common concern is often centered around the perceived complexity of curating such a versatile collection. "Isn't it too time-consuming?" one might wonder. "Will my child really need a dress for every season?" another may ask.

Let's address these valid concerns head-on. While the idea of a meticulously curated wardrobe might sound daunting, our approach is all about simplifying, streamlining, and making the process enjoyable rather than cumbersome. Time is of the essence for busy parents, and we understand the need for practicality. The key lies not in an exhaustive array of dresses but in strategic selections that effortlessly transition through the seasons.

As for the necessity of seasonal dressing, it's not just about the weather; it's about instilling a sense of adaptability, creativity, and self-expression in your little one. Plus, who wouldn't want to capture the essence of each season in their child's wardrobe, creating a treasure trove of memories? So, let's dispel any doubts and embark on this fashion journey with confidence, knowing that every dress will not only serve a purpose but also add a sprinkle of joy to your child's everyday life.

Picture this: the rustle of leaves in autumn, the soft crunch of snow underfoot in winter, the sweet scent of blossoms in spring, and the warmth of the summer sun kissing your little one's cheeks. Each season brings a unique tapestry of experiences, and as we delve into the world of seasonal dresses, a crucial question lingers tantalizingly in the air – what is the perfect dress for every season?

The anticipation builds as we explore a curated selection that transcends mere fashion. It's not just about finding an outfit; it's about discovering a wardrobe that effortlessly adapts to the ever-changing canvas of weather and occasions. From the crisp air of fall to the balmy days of summer, each dress in your child's collection is a chapter in this fashion odyssey. So, are you ready to unlock the secrets of sartorial versatility and turn the pages of your little one's seasonal wardrobe adventure? The answer awaits as we navigate through the enchanting realms of style and functionality. Let's embark on this journey together!

In the symphony of parenting, there exists a recurring note of dilemma – the perplexity of dressing our little ones appropriately for every season. Navigating the kaleidoscope of weather changes, festivities, and everyday moments demands a wardrobe that's not just visually appealing but also strategically aligned with the nuances of each season. 

How often have you found yourself standing in front of your child's closet, pondering the perfect ensemble for the weather outside or the event at hand?

The struggle is real, and parents worldwide resonate with the challenge of striking that delicate balance between fashion and functionality. The quest for dresses that seamlessly transition from the freshness of spring to the warmth of summer, and from the vibrant colors of autumn to the cozy layers of winter, can be overwhelming. We're here to unravel this dilemma, transforming it from a source of stress into an opportunity for creativity and joy. Join us as we delve into the heart of the problem, exploring the intricacies of seasonal dressing and offering practical solutions that redefine your child's wardrobe as a dynamic and ever-evolving expression of style and comfort. Say goodbye to the wardrobe woes – it's time to embark on a journey where dressing becomes an art, and every season unfolds a new chapter of sartorial delight.

In this captivating exploration of Seasonal Dresses for Every Occasion and Weather, we've embarked on a mission to redefine the way we dress our little ones. The stage is set, and as we immerse ourselves in the pages of this article, we'll discover a carefully curated guide that not only addresses the common challenges of seasonal dressing but transforms them into opportunities for creativity, adaptability, and joy.

From the attention-grabbing hook that invites you into the enchanting world of children's fashion to addressing objections with practicality and assurance, we've laid the groundwork. The open loop has left you on the edge of anticipation, poised to unveil the secrets of the perfect dress for every season.

Now, we delve deeper into the heart of the matter, introducing the very dilemma that many parents face – the intricacies of dressing our children in a way that's both stylish and weather-appropriate. But worry not, for this article is not just about highlighting the problem; it's about offering tangible solutions.

As we progress, we'll navigate through the seasons, exploring the challenges and triumphs of each. We're not just providing a list of dresses; we're crafting a guide that empowers you to curate a wardrobe that adapts effortlessly to the changing weather and occasions. Bid farewell to the uncertainties of seasonal dressing; the insights you're about to discover promise to make every day a fashion spectacle, ensuring your little one steps out with confidence, style, and comfort, no matter what the season holds. Get ready to revolutionize your child's wardrobe – the journey begins now!

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[zencha]

Day 6 - Autumn fruit

death // endings, change, transition

I briefly mentioned it yesterday, but the cafe will be going on Winter Solstice break starting from tomorrow. I know, I know, it's been just about a week since I opened shop for the first time, but I'd booked consultations with a number of tea farms around my family farm, for research and development for the sake of the cafe, and they'd only managed to slot me in around the Winter Solstice period, so I decided I'd combine this business trip together with a quick visit home. I've not been home for a few years, and I certainly haven't told my parents about opening this cafe, so I've got plenty of news to bring home, for sure.

In the meantime, a travelling satyr merchant stopped by today with some seasonal produce. She told me her name was Lilah - she'd heard about the cafe from a couple of her pixie friends, and decided to stop by to check out the place. It seems that she gathers produce from all over and travels around to sell it for a living, and she ended up bartering a few croissants for a bushel of the last of the autumn persimmons. I was pretty excited by this offer - I haven't been able to go foraging properly ever since we opened for business, and it's been a bit of a struggle trying to stretch a menu with only witch-hazel and a couple of teas. The addition of persimmons promises some variety for our newer menu items, which is a pretty exciting development.

I never used to eat persimmons much as a child - our neighbours ran an apple farm so we always had plenty of apples, but persimmons were something far more exotic. The first time I had one, I was already considerably well-travelled. We'd been heading from one city to another, and along the way had stopped to help an old lady who'd been dealing with an infestation of giant rats in her farm. As thanks, she shared with us some persimmons from her crop. When I bit into a slice of that persimmon for the first time, I instantly felt like I was basking in the sunshine of a warm autumn afternoon - juicy, honey-sweet, the juice resting on my tongue.

Of course, a whole bushel of fresh persimmons would go bad instantly. But I've decided that since I'm going to be away for a while over the Winter Solstice, I might as well try preserving them for use in future food items for the cafe. Dried persimmons, of course, are a given - I strung up and hung a good half of the persimmons from the ceiling rafters once we'd closed for the day, and The Viscount Baxter helped me knot the strings tight. I've set up a ward to protect them from mold - hopefully in a month or so we might have some nice dried persimmons to experiment with.

The other half of the persimmons I've layered with some rock sugar in a large jar, and left on the bottom shelf of the pantry - I've heard of people making syrup with plums this way, and if plums can do it, why not persimmons? I can already imagine all the things we could possibly do with persimmon syrup.

Any new recipes, though, will have to wait until Winter Solstice! I'll come back hopefully filled with new ideas and ready to experiment. Until then, see you!

[emjiroki]

Prince Shoto Todoroki x Court Lady Reader

Warnings: extreme fluff, arranged marriage, mentions of scars, Shoto is hopeless romantic and we love him ♡

The late morning Autumn sun baked the windowsill stones as a soft breeze fluttered through the room, gently moving the silvery white fabric that trailed against the floor as you tighten the corset ribbons. The dress was a beautiful gift, handcrafted with delicate lace flowers and silky material, a true gift befitting a princess. You tightened the ribbons to the corset as Princess Fuyumi took a breath, a soft gasp eeking past her lips at the tight squeeze. You could feel her heartbeat hammering through the tight material as you continued to situate and fix, thrumming like the wings of a hummingbird. You gave her a cup of water that was on a nearby tray, a soft smile gracing you as she took the silver from your hands.

“Are you okay my lady? Feeling ill?” You asked with concern as her cheeks flushed.

“No. No, I’m fine,” She breathed, setting the cup aside, “just a bit nervous”. Her hands smoothed the material at her waist, her body fidgeting back and forth in the long mirror as she looked at her reflection. She was stunning in this dress, the deep blue of house Iida fitting her so well it really did feel like she was made for this.

“Nothing to be nervous about,” You said, finishing the backing with an easy knot bow due to this just being the fitting. But nerves were expected when planning to meet her future husband in a week. The dress box and a necklace with the family crest had arrived that morning at the castle gates by private messenger. Queen Rei immediately instructed you to have it fitted on Fuyumi to be tailored if needed and have it ready for the engagement ball.

“But what if he… doesn't want me?” She asked in a quiet voice, looking down at the floor, “What if we’re nothing alike and have no common interests? What if we aren’t meant to be and I end up like my parents?”. The conflicts between the King and Queen were far from private, their fights and cold behavior toward each other spilling over into the bare minimum family life they participated in. You had been taken in when you were only sixteen years old, an orphan made into an aid for the princess, and had quickly realized the strained dynamic that resided within the castle walls.

“But what if you are? And that night is the first night of the rest of your life?” You say, delicately taking her hand in yours as she looked over at you with her stone gray eyes filled with apprehension, “I’m certain everything will be alright”. She squeezed your hand for a moment so hard you thought your fingers would break but you let her, knowing she needed the grounding now more than ever.

“Tell me his name again,” She said, the hand not holding yours going down to pet along the patterned lace.

“Tensei Iida,” You said, having overheard the Queen discussing with her two private court ladies as they made wedding preparations.

“Tensei,” She said with a deep breath, the name rolling naturally off her tongue, “I like that”. You nodded as you fixed a strand of her hair that had fallen out of place, nearly jumping at the quick knock against the door. You bowed and stepped to the side as the Queen entered, gushing over how beautiful her daughter looked.

“Look at you! The prize of the country,” Rei said with an elated tone, hands flitting around her daughter looking for any marks or imperfections to the gown or her composure, “I can not believe that my lovely Fuyumi is going to be getting engaged to be married. The perfect Winter wedding, as is tradition”. The Todoroki’s were always married in the cold, their traditional wedding robes made of thick furs and deep crimson wool. But this time would be different as Fuyumi would only be in the crimson robes for the first half, changing the cloak over in the middle of the ceremony as a transition into the next family.

“Imagine if you are soulmates. A Royal pairing destined from birth, how romantic” Rei said with a dreamy sigh, giving her daughter a squeeze quickly before turning to you. “Does the gown need tailoring?”.

You shook your head. “No your highness, it fits perfectly. Expertly made,”.

“Excellent! Exactly what I wanted to hear,” She beamed, turning for the door once again, “We have many things to discuss Fuyumi, Meet me in the north wing parlor room as soon as you get your dress put away”. The wooden door shut heavily behind her, Fuyumi breathed a sigh of relief as her mother disappeared.

“Get this off of me, I would rather not look at it anymore,” She said curtly, undoing the bow behind her back as you moved quickly to loosen the corset. Once the garment was neatly folded away in a dressing trunk, the princess reluctantly left the room with a quiet “see you for supper” before the door shut behind her too. Fuyumi had always been reserved around her parents, going along with whatever they wanted for her just so she didn’t have to hear them fighting or be on the receiving end of their backlash. After Touya’s death and the second youngest son, Natsuo, leaving for a monastery almost immediately after the funeral before he could be crowned, the pressure had been put on her shoulders. And Shoto’s. Your cheeks burned thinking about the prince as you exited the dressing room and made your way across the hall, stopping by your small room on the way to grab the book you were reading so you could head to the gardens for a bit.

It really was a beautiful day, bugs and birds chirping as you made your way through the bloomed rose hedges and the soft dry grass beneath your feet. You always liked to escape to the back area where a few cherry trees blossomed, still smelling sweet in the fall coolness even with the flowers gone and the leaves turned a vibrant fire orange after the fruit was picked and made down into jams and wine, the spot was peaceful and a safe haven. You had just turned to the page with the folded corner when you heard the slightest shuffle of a footstep behind you.

“Your Father training you on your stealth skills?” You asked with a smile when you heard the prince sigh in annoyance behind you.

“He’s not doing a very good job apparently,” Shoto said, flopping down onto the grass on his back and laying his head on your lap where your legs were crossed under your long cotton dress.

“Maybe you are just not a good student,” You said, giggling as he reached up to push your face playfully.

“Such kind words for the man that wants your hand in marriage,” Shoto huffed, prying one of your hands off the book, lacing your fingers together, and pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. You could feel your lips turning down, brow furrowing out of his view for a moment. You always disliked when he brought up marriage.

“I know you’re grimacing behind your book,” He said pointedly, freehand coming up and pushing the book down so he could make eye contact with you.

“You know I don’t like when you talk like that,” You chided, bopping him very lightly with the hardbound spine.

“Like what? Like someone who loves you more than I have air to breathe?” Shoto mused, pressing one more lingering kiss to the back of your hand before placing it on his head, closing his eyes against the feeling of your fingers running through his red and white hair, nails lightly scratching at the scalp as you felt him relax further against you. The sunlight filtering through the leaves on the trees cast shadows of swaying branches and spots of light against Shoto’s soft face, like bright heaven kisses against his cheeks, his eyelids, and even the scar surrounding his turquoise eye, making him all the more ethereal. He always seemed to take your breath away, your hand faltering for a split second when he cast his bright heterochromatic eyes to yours, the blue and gray shining with so much warmth and adoration that your eyes began to sting with tears.

“I’ve never felt love like I do for you,” Shoto said quietly, a soft breath of vulnerability and admittance for you alone. Before you could even think about replying, the loud voice of one of the King’s attendants rang out across the garden and scattered the birds.

“YOUR MAJESTY! YOUR PRESENCE IS REQUESTED BACK IN THE TRAINING ROOM”. They always knew where to find him, but at least were none the wiser of your beings here. Shoto groaned, calling back a quick “I’m coming!” before sitting up and grasping your jaw in his hand.

“Meet me here tonight, After dinner. I want to see you again,” He said, bending in quickly to press a hard kiss on your forehead as you nodded, fighting the smile from your face. And in a flash, he was gone, wanting to be quick so as not to bring them searching. If anyone caught you two together it could mean the worst of endings. Exiled to the forest to die by the teeth of some beast or, worst, beheaded in a public display. Used as an example of what happens when inferior blood attempts to mix with the royal family. Being allowed a room in the castle alone was more than anything anyone like you could hope to receive from a family of such high standing, according to several quotes over the years from both the King and Queen. Fuyumi had always said to let their comments roll off your back, like water on a duck's feathers, never take heed to their words, and just smile and nod. Even if it felt like acid was boiling behind your teeth as you bit your tongue to keep your composure. An uneasy feeling squirmed like eels fighting the lingering butterflies in your stomach as you thought back to Shoto’s words.

‘The man that wants your hand in marriage'. He had said it with so much conviction, so assuredly that hope had bloomed in your chest for a moment. But it was always a means to an end, and with your luck, not a good one. The close relationship Shoto and you had was forbidden in the eyes of his parents, and almost everyone else, but the prince wouldn’t relent. Starry-eyed confessions in the dark of your room of running away, far away, across the ocean and leaving this big castle and all of the problems and torments inside of it behind. Slip through the cracks like a ghost in the night and vanish before morning dawn. It wasn’t a plan, barely even the bones of one, but the way he held you and spoke so softly it felt like it could be reality. Even as tears wetted your cheeks. You took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to go into this dinner in a sour mood knowing the Queen’s cheer would bring about a worse one.

[f4irycafe]

I just looked at your masterlist and saw acotar, so I was wondering which court would you wanna be lady/high lady of and why?

this was the wrong question to ask me anon cause i could write an entire dissertation on this and y’all are abt to read it hehe hehe. please request more stuff like this i love this ask omg. i could talk abt this series for ages.

MY TOP 3 COURTS ARE UNDERNEATH THE CUT!

1. spring court

lol bet u didn’t think that would be on there. but high lord aside, spring and autumn have always been my two favorite seasons. i loved them because they were “transitions” not too cold like the winter, and not deathly hot like summer. watching flowers bloom, seeing all the animals come back out of hiding, watching my city like come alive again, everything about spring has always just has such sweet memories for me.

now if we wanna talk about tamlin i like the guy, or atleast i love the fanon version of him i’ve created in my head. whenever i imagine settling down with tamlin it’s always a couple decades after what happened in acomaf. boy has healed, and his court is flourishing, he has friends, newfound family, he’s thriving okay. i also feel like our personalities would go great together, he can be a little shit sometimes and i appreciate that cause i’m a little shit, always. for some reason i also feel like the people of spring have a very rich and deep culture, and i would love to know more about it.

i want to live and spring and dance thru the flowers at night with the fairies and then get drunk with my husband on top of a hill that overlooks out court and i feel like tamlin could 100% give that to me <3

2. summer

my second favorite seasonnnn + tarquin in the best high lord. politically and economically, tarquin checks ALL of my boxes. working towards democracy? love it. wants to ABOLISH THE CLASS SYSTEM? HELLOOOOOO that's husband material right there. i feel like he's the most genuine and caring out of all the high lords, and that really shows in how he rules his court. plus he is absolutely gorgeous...and black. so yes, he is quite possibly everything you could ask for in a husband.

i was born in the beginning of summer so i also probably have a personal connection to wanting to rule over summer w tarquin. i've always loved the beauty of the sea, and admired people who go out there every day for fishing and exploration and manage to come back alive. but i flourish in the summer. always happy, always outside doing something, even if its just reading on the front porch all day or doing stupid little sidewalk drawings with my friends. i do feel like tarquin would be a little bit too kind hearted to handle my sass, and that's where my third and most controversial option is.

overall, summer will always hold such a sweet place in my heart.

3. autumn dun dun unnnnnn

hehe i love eris. have always loved eris, will always love eris and there is next to nothing you could say to me to make me believe he is a bad person. he just. wow. everything about him is wow. this is def more a person based preference rather than a court/seasonal one. an eternal autumb doesn't sound AMAZINg, but where i'm from irl we never really get the whole red leaves thing in the fall, so i feel like it would be amazing to experience that in autumn. i def love the big meanie on the outside but soft for me trope. like i said in tamlins, i can be a little shit. like SHITTT sometimes. and i feel like eris matches my personality even more than tamlins. we both put on masks while were around other people, and while mine is a lot more enthusiastic, kind, and extroverted than eris' it would be nice to have someone to take it off around.

i feel like afte eris settles into being high lord he chooses very carefully who he wants close to him. he makes sure they all have good values and care about the people they were tasked to rule over. he creates a family of brothers for himself because his real one is so shitty. i feel like all the people he appoints would be strangers at first, but grow to have a bond thicker than blood. eris would be a great high lord and would want to protect his people more than anything, ALL of his people, not just ones who live in a stupid little secret city (cough cough rhysand).

my love. i feel like he would be the best husband. humor me, love me, do stupid devious shit with me. it would be really fun.

elles ramblings: LOl if you managed to read through that whole thing thank u i really appreciate it. and please please pLEASE don't be afraid to ask me other questions like this :)

[thorraborinn]

For a "neopagan" or whoever wants to follow the Nordic pantheon, which position is the "correct" one? Faithfully follow their traditions as testified by the sagas even though they contravene current customs and "calendars" or adapt it as best as possible to current times and our natural environment? Example: if the Nordics celebrated a propitiation at the end of the harvests at the end of autumn, should we do it following their autumn or ours according to latitude/longitude? I hope I was clear. Excuse my English, I use a translator

Me puedes preguntar en español a la próxima vez. No lo hablo bien pero lo leo un poco. Lamentablamente tengo que usar inglés para responder más.

I think that it would be difficult not to adapt your festival dates to local conditions. I don't think that you could insist that you're celebrating the coming of the cold and dark at vetrnætr when it is, in fact, transitioning into summer. If someone told me it were the "darkest night of the year" at 21:00 and there's still some sunlight, I think I'd have a hard time taking that person seriously.

The truth is that all of the heathen calendars that we know about from Scandinavia did adapt things for local conditions and customs, even if those differences were more minor. One of the reasons modern heathens argue so much about calendars is that they don't understand that there can be more than one heathen calendar, and they are trying to resolve differences that don't need to be resolved. For example, people fight over whether dísablót should be held in the beginning of winter or end of winter, because there are texts describing dísablót in Norway around vetrnætr, and dísaþing in Sweden when winter was almost over. There's really nothing confusing about this; there were different customs in different places (and dísaþing was not even the same type of celebration as dísablót anyway, but heathens see the word dís and cannot imagine they were independent celebrations). Yet, heathens argue over which is the "correct" date. (this also means that someone in the southern hemisphere could pick either one to model their own celebration)

Things become even more diverse when we talk about aspects of the calendar beyond the major celebrations (höfuðblót). Traditional names of the months and moons usually come from what work needs to be done or what is happening in the environment at that time of year, such as sáðtíð 'seed-time' in late April, heyannir 'hay-working' at midsummer, frermánuður 'freezing-month' in late November.

On the other hand, if someone in the southern hemisphere wanted to use the word jól to give a name to the celebration they have during the summer, and adapt the way they celebrate it to make sense with long days and hot weather (but maybe also with gift-giving, if you do that), I don't see anything wrong with that. There's nothing about the actual word jól itself that says it has to be when it's cold out. In fact, the timing of jól has already been moved as part of Scandinavian history (from January to December). Almost everyone in the northern hemisphere celebrates jól at about the same time as Christmas, for a long list of reasons, even though it was originally in January. So I couldn't blame anyone else for celebrating it at about the same time as Christmas, even when Christmas is in the summer.

There is one other change that I would make if I were in the southern hemisphere, personally. I use a lunisolar calendar with 12 or 13 months, that adjusts based on the winter solstice. The midwinter-moon is the first full moon cycle following the winter solstice. If that happens too early, then a thirteenth month is added in the middle of summer. If I were in the southern hemisphere, I would change this so that the calculation is based on the summer solstice, and I would add a month to the middle of winter. The reason is that then there would always be the same amount of months for both the northern and southern hemisphere; not sometimes 12 months in the north and 13 in the south, and the other way around. Where I live, this doesn't actually matter, because almost no heathens are using a lunisolar calendar around here, but I don't know the situation in the southern hemisphere.

So basically, I think that adjusting to local conditions makes the most sense, but since we live in a globally-interconnected world sometimes those local conditions involve being influenced by non-local conditions. I don't think that there is always one unambiguously correct way to handle this.

I hope this is helpful.

[mattydemise]

Another winter morning in Victoria. The air is crisp but revitalising, the sky is pale blue like a robin’s egg, and there’s barely an angel’s breath of breeze stirring the gum leaves and wattles. In these moments it’s hard to imagine any other season mattering. Winter holds unique charms. The world seems to slow a fraction or two in winter, and people seem to carry themselves a little differently. The cold turns us insular, even extroverts shelter themselves in July. Summer in Australia is beautiful but of fucking course it is; Australian summers are known worldwide for their beauty and warmth. If you want to experience a different side of Australia, come to one of the southern states during the zenith of winter, once those winds to towards gales and squalls, and thrust their way straight up from the Antarctic Ocean, then you’ll have a true taste of Australian winter. When I talk about Australia to friends from around the world, they find it hard to believe that Australia even has a winter as it’s always portrayed as being in a state of perpetual summertime on the television. Lately though our summers have been mild, with barely a handful of days stretching beyond 30 degrees Celsius. The last hot summer I can remember was the summer between the end of 2019 and the dawn of 2020, when the bushfires pillaged their way up the high country and down across regional Victoria, back when I was a different person, working elsewhere, and sleeping next to someone else. The seasons shift incrementally and so do our lives, as we take on the influences of others, and become different people entirely. Yet, it also seems like the more things change, the more we stay the same. Perhaps, just like spring and autumn, we exist in these perpetual states of transition, wavering and shimmery and strange, like our own disfigured reflections in the pools and pockets of water at the beach.

[throbbingwish]

Oh god I don't know if I can catch everything up to speed, but I've changed a lottttt. I go to a community school transition program now to get me back into school. Actually one of my teachers was in Phantom Sydney, and as someone who loves POTO it's always so great to hear his stories. Currently, my celebrity crush is Jimmi Simpson; he's just so charming, funny, he has this air about him that's so likeable. He has such a nice sounding voice, perfect lips (his upper lip is bigger than his lower lip! How cool is that. I think that's such an attractive feature...), the most beautiful nose (I just love love LOVEEE medium-big upturned noses. Upturned noses in general, the best nose on a man.), he's very talented as an actor and has been in some great shows (I actually first started loving him in 2022, when I watched USS Callister in Black Mirror. Actually that's what reignited my crush on him recently with its rewatch!) his gorgeous hair, his beautiful beautiful blue eyes and the fact that he listens to SMOG!!!!! I found out in an article, and honestly that's so good. I'm a fan of Bill Callahan and knowing he listens to Smog is a win for me. I don't know if he still does, but in the article he said he did. He also wears glasses! Gosh, I could go on all day but I don't want to waste your time. Currently my top artists are Jack Ladder, PJ Harvey, John Cale, Roxy Music, Bill Callahan, Scott Walker, David Sylvian, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds (Yes I know, Nick Cave and PJ Harvey, scandalous) and The Blue Nile. But I think spotify stats is a bit off on the ranking. Jack Ladder I have definitely been listening to most; I am OBSESSED with the song Susan. I actually found it around a year ago and loved it, but then in May started listening again and could not stop. It's actually become my top song of all time on spotify. That's how much I listen to it, and it never gets old. Cold Feet is such a nostalgic song too, it makes me feel some things. Its such a night song, I want to drive with it through the cool air near nature and sky at autumn/winters night with my lover in the car. If only I had a lover, I would cherish him completely. And as I said I've been listening to Bill Callahan, The Wind And The Dove is stuck in my head and all you'd hear if you stepped into my mind would be "I am a child of linger on, I peer through the window gone" just repeating and repeating on the loud speaker at mind terminal. I wonder if I was there, what plane would I catch. There would be so many to choose. Obviously, I get free access as the owner of the land, but my mind is wild and free and expands to many different places with my millions of thoughts, ideas, aspirations, feelings, interests, etc. I could take a world tour and reflect on all of this. I can imagine the floors as warm and my eyes calm and cool, steady guided to reflection plane. I just love that its Winter now by the way, I love all the months, Winter has its special charm. I'd always want to make love in a field near the mountains at night time during winter, with the cool breeze on me. I really do love nature. I love the bush, I love the mountains and towering trees in Washington and Appalachia, the beauty of the Blue Mountains, of course Austria and Switzerland and China is so beautiful too. I could go on and on. Most importantly, I love the mountains, hills, fields, trees, and the country. I also like lakes if they're surrounded by trees like in coming of age films. Speaking of film, I want to watch Wristcutters: A Love Story. It's next on my list. I might as well go, its getting late at 1am. My eyes hurt and I need glasses. I'm glad I get to post this, I'll probably read back on it later.

[winterlinksandotherlinks]

Ravio Marchand — local merchant, family man, and husband of the Hero of Legend! Also featuring an obligatory Sheerow

I love LiWiAU Ravio so much, y'all have no idea I’ll yell some more about it in the tags dw

Thoughts and bonus doodle under the cut, and a shout-out to @astrolabe-blade for lending an ear in the character development process ❤

Ravio is one of those characters that I first encountered in fan content, and I've never really been able to stray all that far from that. As a result, I really don't know how much remains of the original character, beyond the name, the occupation, and the general appearance. Still, I care a lot about him, and I hope you'll all also enjoy him

originally from Lorule — his mother was a herbalist, his father made wicker-baskets, and their garden was frequently visited by birds;

this was the garden Sheerow, a blue-and-white sparrow-like bird hatched in one autumn, and Ravio’s mother took great care in nurturing Sheerow through the winter — Ravio loved playing with Sheerow, and always claimed to be able to speak telepathically with him;

for reasons currently unknown, Ravio and Sheerow do, in fact, speak telepathically with each other;

when Ravio was six, his parents died, and he ended up on the streets — he made a friend who introduced him to Mamie, and older lady who Ravio views as a grandmotherly figure (Mamie’s also Mitchi’s biological great-grandma);

when Ravio started working for Hilda, he used his income to buy Mamie and red-and-purple woollen shawl that, later, was passed back to him (see the illustration above);

trans (ftm) — found appropriate resources to transition once he moved to Hyrule (has only had top surgery), but is on bad days still insecure about his waist, hips, and thighs;

enjoys being the care-taker in the household, but worries that it’ll make him appear less masculine in other people’s eyes;

knows more or less everything about Legend’s adventures, and helped Legend through the rocky period post-Koholint (I’ve fiddled around with the order of Legend’s adventures, but I’ll talk more about that in the post about Legend) — heard about Marin before he knew anything about Koholint, and was secretly furious with her for the state Legend was in (these days he’s accepted that some part of Legend always will love Marin, and come to enjoy hearing Legend’s anecdotes about Koholint);

works as a merchant at ‘Link’s Orchard and Ravio’s Magic Items’ (a small shop-expansion to Legend’s cottage), and crafts enchanted items for sale and renting — so far, he’s created a magic boiler for bath water, and he’s considering inventing a magic washer and a magic broom (essentially the equivalent of a washing machine and a vacuum cleaner);

travels for a few weeks every summer, together with Legend, to trade all over Hyrule and Lorule;

when I write Ravio, I tend to imagine a softer less-dramatic version of Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle, with some added flavour;

to distinguish between Hyrulean and Lorulean, I’ve decided to use French as a place-holder for Lorulean (French!Ravio was an idea that occurred when I saw @guardedchild​ ’s wonderful colouring of this RavioLink illustration);

Ravio calls Legend ‘mon lapin’ (trans.: ‘sweetheart’, ‘[my] bunny’) — beyond three months of French in high school, I’m not as familiar with the language as I’d like to, so this is purely what I’ve learned from Reverso and some deep-dives in dictionaries (if any French-speaking person thinks I got it wrong, please let me know);

Ravio and Legend’s interactions, under normal circumstances, are definitely that flavour of flirting that’s thinly veiled as almost-scathing banter;

Ravio firmly believes there’s a tea for any situation; 

his favourite dish is Mamie’s cassoulet (a savoury bean stew);

bought matching mugs for himself and Legend once (one’s pink, the other’s purple, and they both have bunnies painted on them);

half his clothes have apple blossom embroideries thanks to Legend (whenever Legend takes his shirts/tunics, it’s always a tossup between “Legend just sort of forgets to return them and wears them casually around the cottage” and “Legend returns them covered in embroideries” — either way, Ravio doesn’t mind);

Ravio knew very early on that he liked Legend, but kept it to himself because of Marin — at first just because he didn’t know who she was to Legend, and then because he assumed Legend was still grieving her;

Ravio and Legend got married the day they started dating (it’s a rollercoaster, and the entire 16,000-and-some words of Ch. 2 of Out of Time is about this);

Ravio marks all the items he sells with a watermark/trademark/y’know what I mean (I can’t remember the actual word for this in any of the languages I know rn, but see the doodle below);

knows Warriors from the War of Eras, and is essentially best friends with Linkle (she knows everything about Ravio, Legend, Mitchi, and Fable, and Ravio knows everything about Linkle, Warriors, and their Zelda) — Malon’s later included in this little group, and the three of them are inseparable; 

Ravio’s very proficient with his hammer (which he may or may not have placed some enchantments on) — Legend doesn’t know this yet, but he’ll find it very attractive when he does, and might have a minor existential crisis over it;

Ravio has copied the bracelet he gave Legend, so both of them can travel between Hyrule and Lorule

I probably have more thoughts about him (and his interactions with the others! especially Hyrule!), but this post is already long and detailed, so I’ll leave it here for now

Bonus doodle of Ravio's branding/trademark/thing (the line below the bunny hood is supposed to be some kind of writing, probably saying something along the lines of, “Made by Ravio Marchand, Hyrulean merchant and enchanter”):