#calla tree

[valewritessss]

Kotlc fandom, how do you pronounce Calla, as in Calla tree? The Spanish speaker in me wants to say “kah-jah” but I thought the same for Luke Castellan and I was wrong

[mothmiso]

Ireland 2024 - Blarney Castle and poison garden (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) by Sara Ream

[brightbeautifulthings]

'Trees in your eyes,' Calla added, more gently than usual. 'Stars in your heart.'

— Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

[lezabeththetheodoraimposter]

calla got the thalia treatment

[mosqitofood]

[jttlpgroup]

Calla🧶 11570   http://www.steveb29.com/2025/04/calla-11570.html

[callalillywrites]

This will be what our little kitten looks like all cleaned up from The Tree Incident.

Taking any and all name suggestions at this point.

Contenders so far include: Smoky or Ash.

[cartoonscientist]

[crowgirlpictures]

Pictures of Some of My Favorite Things

[ranger-potato]

I have fallen into the pitfall of obsessing over the Panakes Tree… again

It’s a cool tree okay 😭

medium/s: alcohol markers, black and white ink pens, HB pencil

time taken: around 2 hours for both pages

size: 2x A4 pages

edit: I realised I accidentally spelt ‘Panakes’ wrong on one of the pages, writing it as ‘Panakas’ instead. Apologies for the mistake, but in my defence it was like midnight when I wrote it >:(

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[camelspit]

can you draw more girl!keefe? the lesbian in me craves her

fun fact: if u don't think a character of the opposite gender from u that is said and drawn to be hot is rly that hot until u see a genderbent version, ur gay!

source? i made it the fuck up.

250 notes and i draw fem!keefe sokeefe kiss 💛

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[multific]

The Festival of Love

Emperor Caracalla x Reader

Summary: A celebration in your name, the true testament of Emperor Caracalla's love for you. 

The city of Rome buzzed with an energy that hadn’t been seen in years.

Streets were adorned with garlands, and the air was filled with music and laughter as citizens from across the empire gathered.

Emperor Caracalla had declared a festival.

However, it was not in honour of a military victory or the gods.

This celebration was for you, his beloved wife.

Encouraged by his brother, Caracalla was happy to announce the event.

Whispers spread like wildfire.

The Emperor, known for his cold demeanour and taste for blood, had revealed a side of himself no one could have imagined.

To you, though, this was not something you.

You had always known the man behind the crown, the one who held your hand in private and whispered his deepest fears into the quiet of the night.

He was your husband after all.

With a marriage born from love instead of politics and strategy.

Geta was thankful to have a wife by his brother's side.

And Caracalla loved you with all of his heart.

As the festival began, you stood beside him on the palace balcony overlooking the Forum.

The sight below was breathtaking.

The citizens dancing, children laughing, and the scent of roasted meats and fresh bread filled the air.

Caracalla’s hand rested on the small of your back, a rare public display of affection that sent even more murmurs through the gathered crowd.

“You’ve outdone yourself,” you said, turning to him with a soft smile. “The people look happy.”

His lips curved into a smirk, but his eyes soon met yours.

“We could command armies, conquer lands, and build monuments, but none of it would mean anything without you. Today, Rome celebrates you because you are the reason I still find joy in this life.”

Your heart filled with happiness at his words.

Caracalla’s reputation was one of brutality and power, but in your presence, he was a man deeply in love.

“I don’t need grand gestures to know how much you care, Calla. But this… it’s beautiful.”

He leaned closer and whispered into your ear. “It’s not enough. Nothing ever feels like enough when it comes to you.”

Later in the evening, as the festival reached its peak, Caracalla escorted you through the city. Guards watching the crowd.

The streets parted for the Emperor and his Empress, citizens bowing low as you passed. Caracalla kept his hand entwined with yours, grounding himself in your presence.

When you reached the central square, musicians struck up a lively tune, and the crowd cheered.

Caracalla turned to you, his eyes twinkling with a rare playfulness. “Dance with me.”

You laughed softly, glancing at the people around you. “Here? In front of everyone?”

“Yes,” he said simply, pulling you into his arms.

The crowd erupted into applause as the Emperor and his wife danced under the sky.

He held you close, his movements surprisingly graceful for a man more accustomed to wielding a sword than navigating a dance floor.

“I hope you know how much I adore you,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “You’ve given me more than I ever thought possible.”

As the night went on, Caracalla led you to a quieter part of the city, away from the festivities.

You found yourselves in the gardens of the Domus Augustana, the only sounds being the chirping of crickets and the distant hum of the festival.

He stopped beneath an ancient olive tree, turning to face you.

“I have one more surprise for you,” he spoke.

From the shadows emerged a small procession of servants, carrying a gilded chest.

When they opened it, your breath caught.

Inside was a diadem of gold, encrusted with emeralds and pearls, crafted to resemble a crown of laurel leaves.

“For the true queen of my heart,” Caracalla said, lifting the diadem and placing it gently on your head. “You’ve made me a better man, and I want the world to know that everything I do, I do for you.”

Overwhelmed, you threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. “I don’t need riches or titles. Just you, Calla.”

He held you tightly, his hand stroking your hair. “You have all of me, now and always.”

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[dragon-in-a-stew]

*grabs you by the shoulders*

*looks you in the eye*

what if the Neverseen burn down Calla's tree in the next book.

imagine Sophie's reaction.

*runs away*

[autumnrainwrites]

Publicly Owned Doll

Two witches walked side by side through the streets of the town, unaccompanied by any dolls. It was a warm day in early spring, and the shops and parks bustled with townsfolk enjoying the pleasant weather, with the occasional doll or other being mixed in. In truth, that was why the two witches were out there as well, while their dolls busied themselves back home with spring cleaning. After all, the witches would only get in the way.

The morning was getting late when the witch Raleigh turned to their friend and asked, "What is the time, Cal?"

Pulling up her sleeve, the witch Calloway checked her watch and said, "Just shy of eleven. Are you feeling peckish?"

"I could certainly go for elevenses."

An unfamiliar voice spoke up from behind them. "The cafe on the corner of Barrow and Main is packed this morning, Miss, but the one on Yrhill Lane has tables free on the patio."

The two witches turned to see a doll neither recognized. It wore a smart grey uniform, with a red sash and a red pin on its breast that read 'Publicly Owned Doll' in bold letters. It curtsied, a confident smile upon its porcelain lips.

"I don't recognize you," Calloway said, curious about the doll who interrupted them. "Who do you belong to?"

"This one belongs to the public, Miss," the doll replied.

"The public?"

"Yes?

Calloway pinched the bridge of her nose, while Raleigh giggled. Then they asked the doll, "Could you explain to us what you mean by that, dear?"

"Of course, Miss. This one is publicly owned. That is to say, it belongs to all witches and makers collectively, not just any single witch or maker."

"That seems strange to me, I admit, but do you feel satisfied with that?"

The doll nodded. "It aligns with this one's Purpose, Miss."

"And what Purpose is that?"

It tilted its head slightly, still smiling. "To make the world a kinder, happier place, Miss. This one's maker granted it that Purpose when it was first made."

"And who is your maker?" Calloway asked.

"This one was made by Master Vaughn, Miss."

Raleigh nodded at that, but Calloway gave them a questioning look, prompting them to say, "Vaugh was a dollmaker who passed away about... eight years ago or so. He helped me when I converted my Calla and Aster from cloth to porcelain, and I incorporated some of his parts into Euthamia as well."

"I see. That would have been four years before I moved here with Ash, right?"

"Just three, Cal. You've been here five years."

"So long already? Are you sure?"

"Positive," Raleigh said, then glanced back at the doll. "Well, I suppose we'd best get to the cafe on Yrhill before it gets any later."

So, the three made their way to Yrhill Lane, to a little cafe in the pleasant shade of the trees. The doll served them, while the two talked about the latest gossip in the magical community. Before long, the sun hung right overhead and the teacups sat empty. 

"I suppose it is about time I get back to Ash and Apricot," Calloway said, a smile playing across her face. "It's been a pleasure, Raleigh."

"Likewise, Cal. And I must thank our lovely doll as well." The witch reached out to pet its head, earning a sweet awawa of affection. "Though, I just realized I never asked it's name."

The doll nuzzles the hand petting it and said, "Master Vaugh named this one Rossa Primavera, Miss. He said it was from an old song."

"Ah, yes. I see. Well, Rossa Primavera, you've been a very wonderful public doll, and a great help."

"Thank you, Miss. This one is sure to see you again soon."

And with that, the three parted ways, the witches to their own homes and their own dolls, and the public doll to find others to help.

[jttlpgroup]

Calla🧶 11135   http://www.steveb29.com/2025/04/calla-11135.html