#fresh snowfall

[missedmilemarkers]

[photozoi]

Note the lack of snow on the lower railing. Reason?

The Wizzard likes his snow cones railing flavoured.

The Wizzard, Borzoi

[wintersxkiss]

@vhagarryder asked: "Your mind can lie but your body can't." From Aemond

"Oh?" One elegant brow arched as she shifted towards the Prince, elaborate robes made of light silks and soft fabrics fluttering around her. Hair as white as his drawn back into the elaborate braids of her people left her standing out distinctly amongst the gardens of the Red Keep. The soft ocean breeze that came in off of the sea at least helped remove the ever-constant smell of the city that wrapped around the keep that one day may be her home if her parents and his had anything to say about it. "What exactly is my body saying that my lips have failed to?"

[tea-time-terrier]

I found this in my drafts. They were really great at two dog games <3

[capturing-earths-beauty]

Freshly falling snow out my window. Taken November 29, 2022, with a vintage 300mm lens.

Photography by Shel Celeste shelceleste.com Select prints available in my shop! Contact me if you’d like a print that isn’t available.

[fisheito]

THE LI VE EVENT HAPPENEDM,?¿° I THOUGHT IT WOULDNT HAVE AN Y ENG TRNASLATOONS sO i assumed I'd be too unpllugged and unknowledgeBle to benefit from it

But just ont he dash alone

Feels like I'm Wlakibg waklking my regular route when i spot something on the grounf d

So i pick it up to investiga5e

It's a high definition portrait (dazzling) of eiden that makes me pass out from blood loss. And this happens every 17 steps

[intcritus]

and where he falters, she is there to be his strength.

Lumine likes to think that she was angry, hurt even when it came to her and Tartaglia’s fight in the Golden House. And maybe, just for a second, she had been. But that had been so long ago, just when she was getting used to Teyvat. And maybe she had never wanted to run into him again, or she’d toss him over her shoulder and chuck him elsewhere, just away from her.

Now though, she can’t go a day, a week without wanting to see his face, to see that mischievous smile. And if she were being honest, she trusted him implicitly, soundly. He was a constant in her journey that she couldn’t really see herself without. It’s weird to think about, even now. She cares for him, she likes him, she misses him. There’s a foundation there that is building upon itself that further solidified with each meeting, every spar, every single moment they spent together. 

And it’s why, when she sees him hurt, there’s no hesitation to help him, to make sure he’s alright, to have his back against anyone who raised their blade to him. The painful lurch in her heart tells her that her journey wouldn’t be a journey without his impromptu appearances. Maybe that’s the reason why she worries, why she’s quick to guide him, her arm around his waist, her words hurried and tinged with worry and concern.

It’s raining, and it soaks through their clothes, washing away the blood ( his blood ) that coats her fingers. She swallows thickly, not wanting to think about blood loss. Maybe she hurries them along ( only a little further, she tells him quietly, her voice cracking ), until they’re inside and she can finally clean away the blood ( there’s so much. Hasn’t his body been through enough ? ) , and patch him up properly. No, the traveler can’t meet his gaze. What if…what if they’re blank ? What if they’re lifeless ? No, he’s okay, she can hear his heartbeat, slow and steady with her own ears. 

Grabbing a towel, she kneels on the bed by his hip, gently toweling his hair. Once it’s somewhat dry, and messy, Lumine puts a hand over his eyes, pushing him to lay down. Hopefully, he wouldn’t get sick from getting caught in the rain, not on top of being hurt. ❝ ━ You’re exhausted. Rest, don’t talk. ❞

There’s a tired, amused huff from him that soothes her nerves and she stays by his side, even when he shifts to lay his head in her lap. She doesn’t scold him, instead, hand comes down to comb his hair away from his face, a heavy sigh easing from her slowly. What if she’d been too late ? Would he have bled out ? No, Lumine shakes the thought away, hand stilling in Tartaglia’s hair, before resuming with a tired smile. He was alright, battered, exhausted, but alright. That’s what mattered. Lumine could relax with that thought, head resting back against the headboard.

she cares for him. | @avaere

[godkilller]

out of character. Fond flashback to pretty much two decades ago when I first made the decision to not magically heal Gin's lost arm back for my canon-divergent verses and how I started testing out all the things Gin can and can't do with one arm -- and how that ended up with me rolling around on the floor trying to get into his Arrancar Arc cosplay at 2am without using my right arm/hand at all. I was completely normal.

Anyway, frembly remembly that Gin is missing his right arm in both of my main canon divergent verses; Rogue and Redemption. The only canon divergent verse that has his arm magically restored is New Generation, in which he becomes a father with Rangiku. That restoration symbolizes that he's healed and ready to move on.

In my Redemption verse, Gin slowly but surely becomes accustomed to doing things differently, is quite flexible and good at dealing with most obstacles, and even accepts that he'll have to ask for help (usually from Rangiku, but Izuru too) whereas Rogue Gin is used to being mostly alone, so he's gotten very good at avoiding needing help no matter what. He'll use his mouth, his feet, he'll get very creative to work around the fact that he's a loner without a shoulder to lean on.

[m-eltdown]

[missedmilemarkers]

[scham-wcan]

Winter: Ashes, do you think I’m a good mum?

Cinder, choking on coffee:

Cinder: A GOOD WHAT?

Winter, sadly: A good mum! Look at all my plants, they don’t live longer than a week anymore!

Cinder: Oh.. oh brother give me strength…

[nvrcmplt]

//. @constellaris @snowaliity Spotted tail slowly swayed from side to side behind him, icy blue orbs trained upon the fledgling vampire's face as he took the chance to more closely examine Oscar's expression. He was handsome, there was no denying such a thing, but Mikhail had to admit … He was more than just a little bit curious to see what else the younger man could show him. One hand easily gripped the other's chin, keeping gazes locked as he leaned in closer - warm breath mingling with his and a small smirk playing upon usually calm features. " You seem as if your hunger is starting to become more intense . " Mikhail commented, thumb slowly tracing along the other's bottom lip. " I have told you before , you are welcome to come to me to feed . You need only speak up … And ensure you repay me appropriately . "

It was like pins and needles in his gum line, the sensation was a bitch to rid of. Chewing on gum, jerky, his own hand - did nothing but make him itch more. Then at times, like now, it was hot. His teeth ached with a need to grow and he knew why - since the moment his features were cornered off by the Leopard, his lips parted involuntary to allow his canines to extend with a satisfying 'shing' in the space between them.

Drool pooled on his tongue, his nostrils inhaled the others air and smell with every fibre of his being shaking from the strength of their blood under the skin.

Oscar almost flinched at the touch of a thumb on his lip, his lashes fluttered - the haze clearing back a touch to listen to the words spoken. Fuck - he was drowning. "...I-!" He didn't want to be the monster he was, hurting others for his own food but it was driving him crazy, he had to make a decision one day - to keep himself on the sanity side of the stick.

And this felt like the best form of consent he's ever heard, though the promise of returning the favour did leave him with a scowl. The red rush on his cool cheeks took the menacing vibe away. "Ye...yeah, yeah, whatever - just... let me? Can I?" He was near whimpering at this point, but with the other's consent, did his fangs once more extend, longer than they should have been, but with an eager inhale - did his jaws clamp down on Mikhail's throat, between the shoulder and curve of the neck. The loudest spot his ears focused on and now - with a noise of a pleased monster, he gulped without limitation.

Latching onto the Leopard's waist with one hand and the other gripping onto that wrist that once held his chin. Don't leave, don't leave, don't leave.

[wintersxkiss]

@caraxesryder continued from here

"I have been cast aside and find myself beyond bored." She replied smoothly, lifting her tea to her lips to take a sip before raising her gaze to his. One elegant brow arching at him in quiet challenge as she added. "What do you think?"

[hoshanti]

okay everybody gets so shocked when i say that winter is my favorite season bc ew the cold, but have yall ever looked at the snowy scenery around you and felt it's insane aura?

[travel-my-kashmir]

Kashmir Tourists Update 30-April-2024 | Fresh snowfall in April | Gondol...

[capturing-earths-beauty]

Fresh snowfall in Seattle, WA as seen from our apartment balcony. Taken on December 21st, 2022, with a vintage 300mm lens.

Photography by Shel Celeste shelceleste.com Select prints available in my shop! Contact me if you’d like a print that isn’t available.