#ic//.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 ➤ the ethereal lilies

[liliaxhymn]

@rosxtenebrae sent: “You know we’re going the wrong way, right?” from Shiro to Layla!! :)

ㅤㅤㅤThere's a pause, a long moment of realization as Layla stopped in her tracks and took in the words that were spoken to her, blinking countless times. And then, her face changed to one of angry embarrassment, sputtering as she tried to come up with an explanation.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I-! I knew that! Kind of! Sort of! Ok maybe I didn't but! But! Um! Well! If we're going the wrong way, then why don't you show us where the RIGHT way is if you know! ❞ㅤShe just was unfamiliar with this area, but didn't want to admit it; mostly as she had sworn she knew where she was going, since she had looked at this place on a map before.

ㅤㅤㅤ...but, thinking of it, that map she'd looked at was rather old, wasn't it?

[ellecdc]

single mom lily x fem!reader?

reader works in an ice cream shop and cute little harry (im imagining hes like 4/5???) absolutely adores the place so lily brings him in for ice cream all the time and falls for reader bc she is just so good with harry

ok here's my attempt 😮‍💨 thought this idea was so cute though!

single mum!Lily Evans x fem!reader meet cute

Lily was very lucky and very grateful that Harry had been a generally easy child. He was so much like his father that, whilst it didn't translate into the romantic relationship most parents wished to enjoy, led to a wonderful son and the best co-parent a woman could ask for.

And because Harry was such an easy-going child, she was trying very hard to stay patient with him as she frantically texted with James.

L: James Potter, where in the buggering fuck is this ice cream place that has ‘spiderman’ ice cream!? J: LOL oh god sorry. It’s on the boardwalk near the ferry. L: Thank you 😮‍💨 J: He making a fuss? L: I think we may have been moments away from a stage five meltdown. J: Thoughts and prayers 🫡

One meltdown avoided later and they were finally walking into the quaint, family owned ice cream shop on the boardwalk by the ferry, just as James described.

“Oh no!” Harry cried dramatically, holding his little hands to his face.

“What is it, Haz?” Lily asked, looking around to see what could have possibly caused such worry in a five and a half year old. 

“The man!” He explained.

Which explained nothing at all to Lily, still looking around the shop in confusion.

“What man?”

“The man with the spiderman ice cream! He’s not here!” Harry cried, turning to his mum with tears magnified by his glasses as they began pooling in his eyes.

She was racking her brain for something to say to the boy when a bubbly voice trilled from behind the glass ice cream displays.

“Hello there! What can I get for you two?” You greeted the pair with a beaming smile. If Lily wasn’t so caught up with Harry, she would have likely taken a moment to admire your radiance.

“The man!”

Lily watched as your smile fell only slightly and you tilted your head in confusion. “Which man, sweets?”

“The man with the special ice cream! He made it after my favourite superhero!” Harry cried with a stomp on his foot.

Lily pulled Harry towards her as she offered you an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry, he came here with his father last week and I-”

But like a beautiful ethereal angel sent from Lily’s own personal heaven, you waved her off with an easy smile. “Not to worry at all, love. My dad is the better ice cream server, so I understand your disappointment, little man.” You empathised. “But!”

Harry perked up at that, standing a little taller as he looked at you expectantly. “He did tell me that a certain hero may be coming in to look for some special spidey ice cream; could that be you?” You stage whispered the end of your sentence to Harry, causing him to squeal in delight.

“Yes!”

“Oh thank goodness.” You said with a dramatic sigh. “I thought I was going to have to erase your memory for giving away trade secrets!”

Harry squealed in excitement again and shoved his face up against the glass casing to watch you start expertly scooping ice cream, completely unawares of his fingerprints and foggy breaths creating more work for his newfound hero.

“How many scoops, my man?”

“Five!”

“Uhm,” Lily interrupted, placing a conciliatory hand on her son's shoulder. “Maybe just two.”

“Mum!” Harry whined, but you just laughed.

“Sorry kid, mum’s the boss.”

Harry acquiesced with one more groan, but grinned when he saw the size of the scoops you were serving him.

“What about you, mama?” You asked after handing Harry his cone, watching as the boy made his way to sit at a table with his red and blue ice cream.

“Is it really spiderman ice cream?” Lily blurted instead of answering your very normal, professional, and polite question.

You barked a laugh, but Lily was pleased that your laughter was because you found Lily funny rather than at her expense. 

“Between you and me,” you whispered conspiratorially, resting your arms on the glass counter and your chin on your hands. “It’s just moonmist ice cream, but this batch used too much food dye, so instead of the normal light blue, pale purple, and pastel yellow, it turned out a little more…super.”

Lily looked back to her son, happy as can be with his super ice cream as he watched boats sail by in the harbour. 

“Brilliant.” Lily whispered as she turned back to face you, only to find you smiling softly at her already.

“Yes.” You agreed, though Lily wasn’t quite sure what you found brilliant. “So, what can I get you?”

“Oh.” Lily responded dumbly, looking hastily through the options before opting for two scoops of rocky road. 

“Fine choice, m’lady.” You said before scooping, once again expertly, the frozen treat onto a cone.

“Is that what you usually get?” Lily asked suddenly. You seemed surprised at her question as your eyebrows migrated to your hairline and you looked up to consider her.

Lily hoped to all hell that her blush wasn’t as furious as it felt.

You smirked before your eyes flit back up to hers. “I’m more of a strawberry girl, myself.” You replied quietly, shooting Lily a wink.

If her blush hadn’t been furious before, she was certain it was now. 

Lily paid and Harry shot you a “thanks ice cream lady!” as they headed towards the exit with their ice creams in tow.

“You’re welcome, little man! Stay super!” You said with a wave.

“I will!” 

“Hope to see you and your mum here again soon.” You said quieter this time, sending Lily a kind albeit shy smile. Lily was certain you’d be seeing the two of them here again.

[sirenedeslily]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 ‎𐦍 𝐦atthew 𝐬turniolo

❛too tired to move, too tired to leave.❜

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 a tormenting and bitter autumn fades into an even colder winter, unrelenting flurries shrouding two lovers in a painful veil of memories and grief. a girl, forever haunted by what was lost and what can only unfold beneath the snow, remains trapped in a ceaseless cycle of naive love and unyielding despair’s. she finds solace in the one soul who saw her, truly saw her and gazed lovingly upon her bare, scarred flesh.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, heavy themes of grief, loss, and death. extreme violence, graphic description of physical abuse. intense emotional turmoil, including scenes of blood, domestic abuse, and parental neglect. dives into suicidal ideation and mental health struggles. little use of religious imagery, just the worst most tragic angst (i hope)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭, 5k !

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, well !!! haha !!! lol !!! y’all wanted more of the “poison in the water” universe and i didn’t think the last one hurt enough so :p this is fully inspired by “hard times” by ethel cain aswell as jackieshauna from yellowjackets and also lilies + knuckle velvet by hayden again !!! i love our doomed in every universe lovebirds (,:

snowflakes drift from the sky, like tiny, crystallized secrets falling from a heaven that refuses to speak. they flutter around you, landing softly on your skin, kissing your cheeks like cold lips. you stare up at the grey sky, the winter clouds heavy with a weight they can’t hold, threatening to spill over. the air is biting, but the cold doesn’t bother you much anymore. your breath forms misty plumes that fade into the ether as soon as they appear—transient, like everything else in this world.

you turn your head slightly, and there he is—matt, smiling at you from just an arm’s length away. his face is serene, untouched by the frost gathering on his eyelashes. his eyes, usually half-lidded with that perpetual look of exhaustion, are now clear and focused on you. his lips part slightly, and he exhales a soft laugh, visible in the chilled air, and it almost makes you forget how cold you feel.

you both lie side by side, limbs sprawled like the delicate branches of the bare trees surrounding the both of you, creating a canopy over your makeshift resting place. for a moment, it feels like you’re both floating, suspended between the earth and the sky. you smile back, your lips trembling not from cold, but from something deeper—a desperate desire to hold onto this moment, this vision of matt that’s pure and unbroken.

“isn’t it beautiful?” he says, his voice soft as the snow.

“yes,” you whispers, though you’re not sure if you’re responding to him or the way the world seems to slow around you. your fingers twitch, aching to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth you know won’t be there.

but then, something shifts. a shadow creeps over your consciousness, like dark water lapping at the edges of your mind. you blink, and suddenly, the snow is not so comforting. it’s biting into your skin, sharp and relentless. your hands are covered in something darker than frost—blood. your breath hitches, your chest seizes. matt’s eyes are closed now, his breathing shallow, and you remember—

it had all started with the letter.

the church was always cold, even in the summer, but that day it felt like ice. you stood at the back pew, your fingers trembling as you slipped the letter between the pages of an old, dog-eared bible. this was your spot, where you and matt would sit during the long sermons, half-listening and half-lost in your own world. you thought he'd come here, find it, and know everything you hadn’t been able to say out loud. you didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes when he read her words, but you needed him to understand.

you never noticed it, but you weren’t alone.

your father, the preacher, had come to the church earlier than usual that morning. maybe it was fate or bad luck, but he saw you. he saw the way your hand lingered on the bible, the way your eyes darted around as if you were afraid of being caught. later, when he found the letter and read the confessions hidden within, he didn’t need to guess whom it was for. rage twisted his features as he clenched the paper, the words like a poison seeping into his mind.

he didn’t confront you just yet. no, he waited. binding his time.

“stay with me,” you murmur, and you’re back in the snow again, your voice small, a thin thread against the wind. you reach out to matt, your fingers grazing his, and for a moment, he feels warm. his smile is still there, but there’s a tiredness to it, a heaviness that mirrors the snow pressing down on you.

“you know i’m not going anywhere,” he says, his voice steady and calm. his hand comes up to brush a stray snowflake from your brow, and his touch is so gentle, so tender, that you almost believe it’s real. “i can’t.”

but then you see it—a flicker in his eyes, a shadow that wasn’t there before. your heart clenches, and suddenly you’re falling again, tumbling back into the dark.

the dock had always been your sanctuary, a place where the rest of the world felt miles away. you both came here to escape, as you always did, wrapped up in each other, sharing whispers and stolen kisses. the lake stretched out like a silent witness to your secrets, its surface a broken mirror reflecting the twilight sky. you nestled into matt’s side, your head resting against his shoulder, feeling his steady breath against your hair. for a moment, it felt like the world was quiet—just the two of you and the water. but your heart was restless. you looked up at him, eyes searching his face as if you might find your future there.

“matt,” you began, your voice barely a whisper. “i’ve been thinking... thinking about leaving.”

his hand, which had been drawing lazy circles on your arm, stilled. “leaving?” he echoed, his voice neutral but his body suddenly tense.

“running away. far from this place,” you continued, your words gaining strength. “we could go somewhere new. somewhere no one knows us. you could write your stories, take it seriously, and icould run a little bookstore. just the two of us.”

you were smiling now, your eyes bright with the fantasy of it. you painted pictures with your words, of the city life and cozy apartments, of mornings spent writing and nights wrapped up in each other. you looked at him, waiting for him to smile back, to share in your vision.

but he didn’t. his face remained still, his eyes distant.

“no,” he muttered, almost too quietly to hear.

your smile faltered, but you pressed on. “we could make it work. i know we could. we just have to take that first step—”

“no,” he said again, louder this time.

you blink, your fantasy shattering like glass around you. “why not? why can’t we—”

“because i can’t just up and leave, yn!” he snapped, pulling away from you. his voice was sharp, tinged with an anger you hadn’t heard before. “i have a life here, a family. i can’t abandon them just because you want to run away from yours.”

your breath hitched, and you felt a burn behind your eyes. “they’d understand, matt. they’d want you to be happy—”

“happy?” he cut in, his voice rising. “you think this is about happiness? you think i can just throw everything away for some half-baked fantasy?”

“it’s not a fantasy!” you cried, your voice breaking. “it’s a chance—a chance for both of us to have something more!”

you were both standing now, facing each other on the dock. the wind whipped around you, and the lake seemed to swell with the tension between the both of you. tears spilled down your cheeks, but you didn’t care. you were desperate, pleading.

“please, matt,” you whispered, your voice raw and broken. “come with me. we can start over. together.”

he shook his head, his expression hardening. “no,” he said, his voice low but firm.

“why not?” you begged, stepping closer, your hands reaching for his. “why can’t you just—”

“because not everyone wants to run away from their problems, yn!” he shouted, his words like a slap. “not everyone wants to leave everything behind because their life is so fucking tragic and pathetic!”

you recoiled as if he’d struck you, your eyes widening in horror. he didn’t stop; the words kept pouring out, ugly and twisted with anger.

“you think i don’t know about your father?” he continued, his voice cold and sharp. “you think i haven’t seen the bruises? the way you flinch whenever someone raises their voice? i know, yn. i’ve always known.”

your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. you stared at him, your chest heaving, feeling like you might shatter into a thousand pieces. he knew. he had known all along.

“just because your life is miserable doesn’t mean you get to drag everyone else down with you,” he spat. “i’m not going to ruin my life because yours is a mess.”

there was a moment—a long, terrible moment—where neither of you spoke. the air between the both of you was thick with pain and anger, the silence louder than any scream. you looked at him, tears streaming down your face, your heart breaking in your chest.

you didn’t say another word. you just turned and walked away, leaving him standing on the dock, the cold wind biting at his skin.

“matty,” you whisper, back in the snow again. you don’t want to remember. you don’t want to see.

“stay with me. please.”

“i’m here,” he replies softly. his voice is steady, but there’s a fragile break beneath the surface, like thin ice over deep, dark water. and you want to stay here, forever, with the boy you love. even if you can’t truly feel him. even if you know you never will.

the snow falls thicker now, a suffocating veil that dims the world. it’s getting harder to see, harder to breathe. you can’t quite tell if his eyes are open or closed, but you know he’s there. you want to reach out, to touch him, to feel something other than the agonizing emptiness, the cold truth settling into your bones. this isn’t yours. it isn’t real. the edges of your vision blur, and the snow closes in like a shroud, heavy and relentless, burying you under its weight.

you want to stay here, in the not knowing, in the almost, but— you blink, and the world shifts again.

you’re back. back to the house that was never a home, back to the cold, accusing stares of your father—the man who looked at you like you were a blight on his very soul. your mind was a haze of pain and betrayal, and you moved like a ghost through the hallways, numb to everything but the weight in your chest. you didn’t notice your father watching you from the shadows, didn’t hear the way his breath quickened with rage as you passed by. you stumbled to your room, shutting the door behind you, and crumpled to the floor, your body wracked with sobs so violent they shook you to your core.

you didn’t know. couldn’t have known. not until he stormed into your room, his face twisted with something beyond rage. he’d been the devil that night. his eyes burned with a fanatic fire, a hatred that seemed born from somewhere far deeper than anger. “dirty, broken angel,” he hissed, his voice trembling with a fury that shook the walls. “do you think you can fool me with those innocent eyes? do you think I don’t see what you are?”

the words were venom, each syllable a lash. you tried to shrink away, tried to disappear into the walls themselves, but he was on you. his hands gripped your shoulders, shaking you so violently your teeth clacked together.

suddenly, the room dissolved, the walls melting away into a harsh, biting white. you were pulled back to that relentless winter, a chill that seeped into your bones, a cold you could never seem to escape. snow fell heavily around you, swirling like ash in a dying fire. matt stood before you, his face drawn and pale against the frozen backdrop. his eyes, usually warm, were unreadable, his expression soft yet distant.

he reached out, his hand gentle as he cupped your cheek, but you couldn’t feel it. his touch, meant to soothe, was nothing but a ghost against your skin. your lips trembled from the cold, a shiver running through you that wasn’t just from the chill. “i love you,” he cooed, his breath misting in the frozen air, words meant to anchor you, but they felt hollow, distant.

he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, but even then—nothing. his kiss was as cold as the winter wind that cut through you, no warmth, no comfort. your eyes stayed wide, filled with fear and confusion, searching his face for something real, something to hold onto. but his face remained serene, his eyes boring into yours like he was trying to see something buried deep within.

then he whispered, his voice low and intimate, but the words were not his. they were familiar, dripping with venom, heavy with the weight of years past.

“this is your mother’s fault,” he murmured, and the world seemed to tilt, your breath catching in your throat. his voice, his tone, had shifted, morphed, becoming something more sinister. it wasn’t matt anymore; it was your father, the words twisted into something cruel. “your cursed existence is the reason she’s gone. a punishment. a living testament to sin.”

the snow, the cold, it all shattered like fragile glass around you, and you were back—back in your room, the air thick with dread. your father loomed above you, eyes wild and feverish, his face a grotesque mask of hatred and righteous fury. his words were still echoing, each one a branding iron against your skin.

“a punishment. a living testament to sin.” the mantra pounded in your head, searing into your very soul.

you were there again, your cheek stinging from his strike, but the pain was drowned beneath the roar of blood rushing in your ears. you scrambled to your feet, breath ragged and desperate, only to find yourself cornered against the wall. the splintered wood dug into your spine, cold and unyielding, a cruel reminder that there was nowhere left to go.

he loomed over you, his face a grotesque mask of hatred and righteousness. the stench of whiskey on his breath was sickly sweet, mingling with the cold sweat that ran down your face. his hands trembled, but his eyes—they were steady. they were locked onto you with a feverish intensity, the kind that burrowed under your skin and settled in your bones.

“you think you can be saved?” he spat, voice low and venomous, each word a curse. “you think there’s redemption for someone like you?”

his voice dripped with contempt, each word sinking into your skin like a brand. you could feel the weight of his words pressing down on you, crushing your ribs, making it impossible to breathe. and there, pinned between the wall and his hatred, you felt it—the cold realization that nothing you could say or do would ever be enough to erase the stain he saw in you.

you didn’t know what to say. you couldn’t speak; your throat felt like it was closing in on itself. you tried to slide along the wall, to find a way out, but he slammed his hand next to your head, trapping you.

“no,” he continued, his voice rising. “you’re beyond saving. you and that boy, both tainted.”

tears blurred your vision, but you looked up, your eyes red and swollen , yet you could still see the rage in his eyes, the way his lips curled into a snarl. his hand, still clutching the letter, the paper crumpled and torn. trembling with fury. his mouth foaming with scripture twisted into madness.

“please,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “i didn’t—”

“shut up!” he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. the letter fluttered to the ground, and his hands grabbed your shoulders, his grip like iron. “you ungrateful little whore,” he spat, shaking you. “you think you can defy me? disgrace me?”

his fist connected with your stomach, driving the air from your lungs. you doubled over, gasping for breath, your body folding in on itself. you felt his hand in your hair, yanking your head up, forcing you to look at him.

“i will not have a daughter who defiles this house,” he said, his voice trembling with a twisted kind of conviction. “you will repent, or you will suffer.”

his words were like ice in your veins, and you knew in that moment that there was no reasoning with him, no escaping the hell he intended to put you through. you had to get out. you had to run. he continued, his words a twisted sermon, each syllable a lash against your soul. you tried to fight back, but he was too strong, his grip like iron. the room blurred around you, and you felt yourself slipping away, drowning in the darkness.

the snow falls heavier now, each flake sharper, the cold seeping deeper into your skin, into your bones. you're back again, lying beside matt on the snow. his face is still there, just inches from yours, but it’s fading, the world around you closing in, shadows creeping in at the edges of your vision. you reach out, your hand trembling, desperate, and touch his cheek. His skin is cold—too cold, lifeless under your fingers.

“matty,” you murmur, your voice fracturing like ice under pressure. “i’m so sorry.”

he doesn’t answer. his eyes are closed now, his chest barely moving. the silence is a vast, hollow thing, swallowing you whole. panic coils in your throat, sharp and jagged, a desperate, choking fear that clutches at your lungs.

“please,” you whisper, your voice a thin, ragged thread unraveling in the cold. “don’t leave me. not you.”

but he’s slipping away, dissolving into the snow like a ghost, like something that was never real to begin with. you try to hold on, to keep him there, but your grip is weak, your fingers numb and useless. the snow piles higher around you, burying you both, burying everything you tried to hold on to, leaving you with nothing but the relentless, empty cold.

and then you’re back there, in the backyard, crumpled on the cold, dead lawn. the grass feels like shards of glass under your bruised skin, the world around you spinning in a dizzying blur. the preacher’s foot slams into your side, and you’re thrown like a ragdoll, your breath torn from your lungs in a choked, desperate cry.

“daddy, please,” you gasp, the words breaking like glass in your throat, sharp and jagged. “i’m your daughter… i��m supposed to be your little girl—”

but he doesn’t hear you. his eyes are vacant, unseeing, lips moving in some silent prayer as if trying to exorcize you like a demon. another kick lands, and you hear the sickening snap of a rib, a sound that splits the night like a gunshot.

matt is pacing his room, the silence unbearable. your face haunts him—the way your eyes widened, pools of betrayal and hurt, the way your lips trembled as you tried to hold yourself together. his words, venomous and cruel, play on repeat in his mind, an echo that builds into a deafening roar. he has to see you, to make it right, to take it all back. he grabs his coat, the cold biting at his skin, and starts toward your house.

when he arrives, the front door hangs slightly ajar, the dim light inside flickering like a dying flame. his heart pounds, a sickening dread coiling in his gut. he steps inside, calling your name, his voice breaking in the stillness, but only silence answers.

then he hears it—a low, broken cry, barely a whisper, from the backyard. he runs, panic surging through him. and there, beneath the skeletal trees, he sees your father dragging your limp, bloodied body. time slows; his breath catches in his throat.

“let her go!” matt’s voice tears through the night, raw with terror and rage.

your father turns, eyes wild and unfocused. “you,” he snarls, his voice thick with malice. “this is all your fault.”

matt doesn’t think—he just charges, fists flying, his body a blur of desperation and fury. he has to get to you, has to save you. they grapple, slipping and sliding in the mud and blood, until somehow, he manages to pull you free. you collapse against him, your body broken, your eyes wide and glazed with terror. he can see the fear in them, the plea. he can’t fail you.

your father isn’t finished. he comes again, a knife gleaming in his hand like a shard of moonlight. matt braces himself, his heart pounding like a war drum. the blade slices through the air, and white-hot pain sears his side. he grits his teeth, using the pain as fuel, and throws himself at your father, knocking him to the ground. they tumble, crashing through the underbrush, the world a chaos of limbs and fury.

“take it out on me instead,” matt shouts, his voice trembling. “if you need to hurt someone, hurt me. i can take it.”

and your father does. the knife comes down again and again, each strike a white-hot burst of agony. you scream, a sound that tears through the night like a wounded animal, but he doesn’t stop. not until matt is a crumpled heap, his face unrecognizable, his breath ragged and uneven.

“Matt,” you whisper, your voice breaking on his name. You’re a few feet away in the snow, struggling to move toward him. his blood is staining the snow around him, and your heart pounds with every agonizing inch you crawl closer.“matt,” you whisper, your voice breaking on his name. you’re there in the snow,

“stay with me,” you plead, your voice cracking, barely more than a breath. “please, stay.”

his eyes flutter open, just for a moment, and there’s something there—something soft and forgiving, something that breaks your heart all over again. his lips part, but no sound comes out. you can see him slipping away, fading into the cold night.

the knife clatters to the ground, a dull, final sound, and your father staggers back, his face a twisted mask of rage and relief. the snow around you is stained with blood, an obscene, violent canvas beneath the indifferent stars.

your body is a symphony of pain, but you force yourself to move, to crawl toward matt. every breath is a struggle, every inch a battle against the screaming agony in your bones. “matthew!” you cry, your voice ragged, desperate. “matt, please!”

the wind howls around you, carrying your cries away into the night. you drag yourself closer, your hands slipping in the blood-slick snow. the world narrows to this moment, to him.

when you finally reach him, you collapse beside him, your hands trembling as you press them against his wounds. you can barely recognize him through the blood and bruises. his breaths are shallow, each one a fragile, fading whisper. your fingers tangle themselves in his blood-matted hair, tears freezing on your cheeks. his blood is warm, soaking through his shirt and into your skin, and you press your hands to his wounds, trying to keep him here, trying to keep him with you.

you press your hands firmly against his wounds, trying to stem the flow of blood, your tears mingling with the crimson on his face. “stay with me, matthew,” you plead, your voice cracking with desperation. “please, don’t go. we can make it through this. just hold on.”

but his eyes are distant, his breaths more erratic, slipping away like sand through your fingers. “my fawn,” he whispers, his voice a ghost of itself. “i’m sorry.. i would’ve loved to run away with you—”

“no, no, no!” you scream, your voice shattering in the cold. “don’t talk like that. you’re not going to die. you can’t. please, just stay with me. i need you. i need you.”

your sobs tear from you, raw and broken, echoing through the empty woods. you hold him tighter, pressing your forehead against his, but his skin is growing colder, his breaths fading until, finally, they stop. the light in his eyes dims to nothing, leaving you alone, utterly alone, in the dark, cold night.

the agony of his death seized you in its jaws, tearing at your insides with a cruelty so profound it almost felt unreal. your screams became the wind, your cries the haunting echo that would reverberate in these woods long after you were gone. blood, warm and dark, seeped into the snow, turning it a shade of sorrow, and the night seemed to grow colder, sharper, like shards of glass piercing your skin.

time twisted around you. seconds stretched into eons. you sank into the snow, cradling matt’s broken body, your hands trembling against his cooling skin. his eyes stared past you, vacant and unfocused, his lips parted in a silent goodbye. you pressed your forehead to his, desperate to breathe him back to life, to share your warmth and will him into staying. but his soul had already slipped away, leaving nothing but this empty vessel that had once held everything you loved.

the world dimmed around you, edges blurring into a haze. somewhere in that numb, drifting fog, you saw him again—not as he was now, but as he had been: smiling, his eyes soft and full of mischief, his hair catching the sunlight just right, as if touched by gold. he was running through a field, hands outstretched, laughter dancing on the breeze like a melody only you could hear. you reached for him, a breathless plea escaping your lips, but he remained out of reach, a ghost haunting the periphery of your fading consciousness.

the snow began to fall heavier, thick flakes descending like feathers, almost gentle, almost kind in their relentless descent. you were so cold. you could feel your own life ebbing away, the blood slipping sluggishly through your veins. the forest around you seemed to shift and sway, a cruel dance of shadows and snow. your limbs grew heavier, the weight of grief and exhaustion pulling you down into the earth. your breaths came shallow, and you could taste the iron on your tongue, the salt of your tears freezing on your lips.

“matt,” you rasped again, his name a prayer, a curse, a lamentation. you were collapsing inward, folding into the pain, the emptiness where he used to be. you pressed your lips to his temple, feeling the chill seep into your bones. “please don’t leave me here alone.”

and then, in your delirium, there was a flicker—a vision, perhaps, or a cruel trick of the mind. you saw him standing before you, whole again, untouched by death’s cruel hand. his eyes met yours, and they were filled with such love, such deep, abiding love. he reached out, his fingers brushing yours, and for a moment, you felt warmth. real, solid, impossible warmth. it seeped into your skin, a desperate gasp of air after drowning.

reality snapped back with a vicious bite, and you were left grasping at nothing. his body was cold and still beneath you, the snow swallowing you both inch by inch. you could feel the blood pooling around you, freezing in the night air, a red halo that bound you together in death.

the cold became everything. it seeped into your veins, slowed your heart to a staggered, final beat. you lay there, cheek pressed to his, your breaths shallow and ragged until they too were gone. the last thing you felt was the brush of his hand in your mind’s eye, the ghost of a touch, pulling you gently into that endless dark.

and then, silence.

the numbness seeped deeper, and you were too tired to resist its pull. the pain tethered you, wrapped you in chains you were too exhausted to break. a thousand whispered thoughts blurred in your mind like snowflakes in a storm, i’m tired of you, forever tied to me. bleeding whenever you want. each word was a throb, a pulse that faded, that grew quieter with every breath you let slip away.

you wanted to move, to leave, to rip yourself from the bone-deep ache of him. but your body betrayed you, too heavy, too hollowed out. the cold kissed your skin, numbed the raw edges of your grief, but the weight of him remained. always him. always this.

your eyelids fluttered, closing against the snow that stung like a thousand tiny needles. darkness edged closer, a heavy curtain drawn around the last flicker of your consciousness. you wanted to slip beneath it, to surrender to that deep, inviting sleep. i just wanna sleep. the words were a prayer now, mouthed against his frozen cheek.

each moment stretched longer, like the last taut thread of a fraying rope. your body trembled, but your spirit was drained, emptied of all fight. you wanted to sleep, to let go of the agony that bound you to him. please, can i sleep, can i sleep? the plea filled the hollow of your chest, a soft, desperate echo.

you were tired of the way his death clung to you, the way his absence seeped into every breath, every beat of your failing heart. you were too tired to cry, too tired to feel the tears that had already frozen on your cheeks.

your breaths came slower, shallower, until there were no more breaths at all—only the silence, the snow, and the darkness that cradled you. the cold was absolute now, and you could no longer tell where you ended and he began.

you were tired, he was all you had left, the only tether in a world that had gone dark. and so you clung to him in those last moments, not out of hope, but out of sheer exhaustion, out of a weariness so deep that it became a final, bitter kind of love.

too tired to move, too tired to leave.

and at last, in that unbearable stillness, you drifted into the long sleep you had begged for, the snow falling over you both like a curtain drawing shut.

the snow descended steadily, indifferent to the agony it buried. it covered you both in a pristine shroud, erasing the violence, the blood, the suffering. alas, the world went on. the woods stood tall and quiet, a witness to the horrors of love, what it would hold onto long after you were nothing but particles and forgotten memories.

in the end, there was only the snow—soft, unfeeling, eternal. it fell and fell, a cold, white blanket that erased the past, the present, and any promise of a future. it covered you and matt, sealing you away from the world that had betrayed you both, keeping you together in a final, frozen embrace.

and there, beneath that silent, bitter veil, you found peace in the way the living never could.

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[baby-brunette]

a spontaneous review of my perfume collection 🌹

i was about 14-15 when i picked up a bottle of Japanese cherry blossom from bath & body works. i practically wore it all the time & my fav thing about it was the way the glitter shimmered on my skin throughout the day. i haven't been to b&bw in a while so idk if they're even still making glittery perfumes. there's of course the floral notes but i remember it being kinda soapy too? like it kinda smelled like u just took a bubble bath with flower pedals lol. the memories aren't very clear but i get glimpses of summer camp, field trips, & when i & other girls wore wire cat ears, flower crowns & we popped the lenses out of shades cuz we liked to wear just the frame, y'all remember that right?

as for sweet cotton candy ( bodycology ) i don't remember buying it but i know for a fact i got it from walmart years ago. if japanese cherry blossom was in one hand, sweet cotton candy was in the other. idk why i took the sticker off tho. scc is almost sticky sweet, but not very overwhelming. i was stuck on these two for a good while as u can see i'm almost out. i refuse to use them now cuz jcb holds so many repressed memories & i scc has been discontinued by bodycology, they're very sentimental pieces to me.

i happened to find this one day & bought it on impulse. big mistake. it smells similar to the one i got from b&bw AT FIRST, but when it dries down its sweeter ( like splenda sweet, i hate splenda ) & the floral note fades quicker. also there's no glitter.. which is no fun. pretty bottle tho but i don't see myself wearing this anytime soon, it's not terrible just very bland & it's just not the same as the one from b&bw like i hoped it would be

i've made a post about this one already when i found it. i absolutely adore this scent, smells exactly like the one from bodycology. 🩷 it smells like pink sugar crystsls & it's not too sweet either. it's more like cotton candy ice cream rather than actually COTTON candy which is fine with me. btw i think this is perfect for bubblegum coquettes.

i got these years ago & i remember loving cupcake swirl at the time but it's just wayyy too sweet for me now. it's like disgustingly sweet which i guess is good if u like that kinda thing but i only wear it from time to time just to try to like it again lol. i tried giving it away to my friend but she didn't want it either. i think someone gave me cookie butter & it's also kinda strong but i like it.. it's slightly buttery like those Danish cookies. if i had to choose between the two i'd choose cookie butter, that's the one i used the most out of the two. unfortunately i haven't seen cookie butter anywhere since then. if i happen to come across more i'll definitely get s'more, i'm practically out. for some reason it reminds me of cool sunday mornings

ngl i saw my mutual post about this one in a mini haul & i went & got it. it smells lovely, sweet, floral, powdery. kinda reminds me of a night at the beach during a full moon, perhaps even a date night. this scent has an androgynous feel to it, i think it can be appreciated by coquettes & faunlets alike. now that i think about, maybe i'll get my bf to wear this... i think maybe dark or grunge coquettes would like this one

if u were around for Melanie Martinez's crybaby era but was never able to get her milk perfume ( i feel ur pain :ccc ), i think this a good replacement. i know i know, the notes are mainly powdery, not lactonic, but i think she'd wear this especially during that time, don't u agree? even the reputation this perfume has reminds me of melanie to a degree, not sm the slogan but the advertising & the way the models were dressed up ( also if there's anyone out there that has/had the crybaby milk perfume & u know of a perfume that's very similar PLEASE let me know.. ty :* )

i think this is the most recent one i got? i don't remember, but this is lovely. it's a fresh bouquet of lilies & jasmine & vanilla/syrup mix, i'm thinking more ethereal coquette with this one. this reminds me of marc jacobs commercials, it's what angels smell like. this is great if u want something sweet & simple.

strawberry pound cake is the scent i reach for the most as of right now, partly because my bf really likes it. you'll be walking around smelling like a strawberry pound cake of course, & who doesn't want that? while for me, strawberry pound cake is an everyday perfume, pretty as a peach is usually for occasions or when i'm dressed more mature/androgynous than usual. it's not everyday that i go around smelling like fresh fruits, but when i do, this is what i'll be wearing

this one isn't only the most eye catching of the bunch, it's also a classic coquette perfume that i'm so glad to have finally gotten my hands on. this is the most complex perfume i have so far. top notes are very sweet, fruity, mostly cherry, & at times can be nutty & smell of almond extract. needless to say, if u love the classic coquette look, this is a great finishing touch

last but not least, pink sugar! this one i find lasts the longest, i wore it to sleep last night & i woke up smelling just as good. this too is great for bubblegum coquettes & is great if u want a perfume that lasts all day. i swear i've used this exact same perfume even before japanese cherry blossom & sweet cotton candy. it was in one of those small roll on fragrance oil bottles. my mom bought it for me & i was so sad when i ran out. so glad i've finally reunited with this scent <3

[chipsbarista]

Kiss the Go-Ghost

A JeGulus Microfic. 876 Words. Word of the day: Ghost.

When James moved into his new apartment he did not expect it to be haunted. 

He'd brought shamans, and ghost hunters, he'd even gotten Lily, his witch friend, to do cleansing rituals for him. Nothing had worked.

Despite all these attempts he'd still see the pale man sitting in the corner of his room at night while he tried to sleep. Lily had said that he wasn't an evil spirit , but still. Having someone watch you as you sleep was uncomfortable.

That wasn't all, objects moved on their own, eerie whispers filled the air, and chilling cold spots seemed to materialize out of nowhere.

So James stayed awake that night, just watching the ceiling fan circle round and round. He sighed.  "What's your name?" He finally asked.

"Oh. Uh. I did not expect you to talk to me for some reason." Came the icy voice. "I'm Regulus. Regulus Black."

"Well Regulus, please stop staring at me." James pleaded.

"Sorry."

Silence reigned in for a few long minutes, and while James could feel that Regulus no longer looked at him, something still felt wrong.

"Want to join me?" James asked, though from where the outlandish idea came from he wasn't sure.

"On the bed?" Asked Regulus.

"I mean why not? At least you won't be staring at me." 

James's suggestion was met with a momentary pause from Regulus. It was an unusual proposition, inviting a ghost to sit on his bed, but given the circumstances, James was willing to try anything to make the situation less uncomfortable.

"Sure," replied Regulus hesitantly, and with an ethereal grace, he glided over to the bed and seated himself at the foot of it. It was strange to see a ghostly figure taking a physical form on his bed, but James was relieved that Regulus had stopped staring at him from the corner of the room.

The two of them sat in an uneasy silence for a while, James still unable to shake the eerie feeling of sharing his bed with a ghost. He decided to break the ice. "Can I touch you?" he asked.

"You'll get cold." Came Regulus' voice.

"Eh, I have a blanket." James turned to his side, staring at the ghostly figure, whose head was just now turning to face James.

Regulus hesitated for a moment, seemingly surprised by the request. "I haven't been touched in a very long time," he replied, his tone tinged with a hint of sadness. "But if it brings you comfort, you may try."

With cautious curiosity, James reached out his hand toward Regulus. As his fingers made contact with the ghostly figure, a shiver ran down his spine. Regulus felt cold, as if his touch had plunged into an icy abyss, but there was also an ethereal quality to it, like touching a wisp of smoke. Regulus's form seemed to ripple slightly as James's fingers made contact with him, almost like the surface of a pond disturbed by a gentle breeze. James shuddered, but not from the cold.

"You're beautiful." Whispered James in the dark.

Regulus, the ghostly figure, was taken aback by James's unexpected compliment. For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the soft hum of the ceiling fan overhead.

"You... you find beauty in this form?" Regulus asked, his voice tinged with surprise and a hint of longing.

James nodded, even though Regulus couldn't see the gesture. "Yes," he replied, his words filled with sincerity.

Regulus' fingers reached to grasp James' hand which now cupped his cheek. Regulus's form seemed to shimmer slightly, as if responding to James's words. "Thank you," he said softly, his icy voice carrying a touch of warmth.

As Regulus's ethereal fingers gently clasped James's hand and James's palm cupped his cheek, an electrifying connection sparked between the living and the dead. James could feel the coolness of Regulus's touch, but it was accompanied by a strange warmth, as if a long-forgotten ember had been rekindled.

Their faces were now inches apart, and their eyes met in the dimly lit room. Regulus's translucent eyes, once filled with sorrow, now held a glimmer of something different—hope, perhaps, or a longing for the simple human contact he had been denied for so long.

Their breaths seemed to synchronize, and for a fleeting moment, the boundary between the living and the dead blurred. In that moment, it didn't matter that one of them was a ghost and the other a mortal; what mattered was the profound connection they had forged.

In that charged moment, with their faces mere inches apart, James felt an irresistible pull toward Regulus. Their lips met in a soft, ghostly kiss, and the room seemed to hold its breath as their lips touched, and a gentle warmth spread through James's body, contrasting with the coolness of Regulus's presence. It was a kiss that defied logic and reason, a kiss that spoke of a connection that went beyond the realm of the living.

As their kiss deepened, their souls seemed to merge for an ephemeral moment, and in that union, they found a kind of solace and understanding that words could never convey. It was a bittersweet embrace, a union of two worlds that should never have met but had, against all odds.

[muscacat]

Flag id: The Ethliberic flag. It is a rectangular flag with 9 even horizontal stripes, colored from top to bottom; Dull light green, lavender, baby blue, very pastel yellow, white, very pastel yellow, baby blue, lavender, and dull light green. /end id

Ethliberic

Pt: Ethliberic /end pt

Gender related to rose-gold jewelry, purple gold jewelry, cool colored gems, expensive aesthetics, ethereal aesthetics, bright lights in the sky, sleeping in a field surrounded by lilies, and the idea of one's eyes being made of quartz

Coined on August 8th, 2024 — [eth]ereal + [liber]osis + ic

Tagging @radiomogai and @obscurian

[missgryffin]

word game

Thanks for tagging me @wearingaberetinparis and @practicecourts! I don't have snippets for all your words, but it sure was fun going through all my WIPs! 🥰

stag

The stag that lives inside him—that is him—awakes with observant alertness.

House of Stone

water

It’s ethereal, thin, the color of ocean depths with a sheen like water, and it’s clasped at his neck by a broach of a symbol Lily doesn’t recognize: a circle inside a triangle, with a line straight through.

Castling

gasp

A small gasp sucks into her throat as she sees what he’s set up: a spread of plush blankets and pillows, arranged as if to picnic on the roof, with a bottle of wine sitting in an ice bucket beside two glasses.

Love for the Summer

ring

Her engagement ring sparkles starkly against his inky curls, lighting up familiar butterflies in her chest.

glowing in the dark

swear

McGonagall motions for her to stop, rolling her eyes as she grumbles, “Say no more. I swear that potion turns seventh years into imbeciles every year, why it’s still in the curriculum, I’ve no idea…”

Secret Keeper

[feytouched]

hi! could you recommend me an accessible perfume with mysterious fairy vibes please? something fresh and gauzy and sweet but not cloying and would remind you of a crisp and probably a slightly chilly spring day ? hope that's not too specific a description. I've been looking but haven't found anything I like yet but I like how you review perfumes so I thought I'd ask. thanks!

so what qualifies as affordable to you vs to me can depend highly... like i'm in the EU so anything from niche perfumers in the US entails a high shipping fee + customs tax but if you're in the US i'd say those are pretty good deals. and idk how much of your disposable income you wanna dedicate to perfumes either / what brands are sold in stores near you etc

but anyway putting that aside here are some recs

alkemia silver sky -  "rainwater musk, oceanic grey amber, muget, daffodil, silver needle tea, galbanum, and white cedar" androgynous, translucent, cucumbery, watery-floral

alkemia lilacs along the winding drive - "lilac bushes heavy and purple with blooms, a gentle breeze after light spring rain, a dusty pebbled driveway, a slightly rusty porch swing, and a small handful of late blooming violets." mostly lilac tbh but a nice springtime floral

bpal sjöfn - "apples and birch bound with apple blossoms" golden (not red) apples and a medical green sharpness. juicy and revitalizing, def not cloying

bpal juliet - "sweet pea with stargazer lily, calla lily, heliotrope, honeysuckle, white musk and a touch of fresh pear." - ethereal floral, very rounded sweetness to it. reminds me of floral soap. clean and prim. pear and sweet pea and honeysuckle-forward.

bpal moscow - "a rich, bold blend of imperial rose, carnation, lush jasmine, lily of the valley, dark musk, amber, bergamot and gilded tangerine." more majestic floral than juliet, still soapy clean but more complex and cold floral notes rather than fruity sweetness.

bpal titania - "fae dew-kissed petals and pale fruits: white grape, white peach, iced pear, musk rose, sweet pea, moonflower and snapdragon." very on theme for fairy vibes, definitely a sweet crisp fruity floral, also rather clean (kinda reminds me of herbal essence shampoos back in the day idk). very pretty

all of these are like 20-30 bucks apiece and believe me 5ml of perfume oil lasts forever. i don't really have any mainstream recs i've tried under like 50 bucks but i'd look for pear, violet, freesia, lilac, tea, bergamot, oakmoss, white musk kinda notes. best of luck!

[stobotnikworld]

After All, He Deserves It - Ch 4 Teaser

Title: After All, He Deserves It - A Tickle Kink fic Rating: M Genre: Romance, Hurt/comfort Link: AO3

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Thank you for being so patient guys! The next couple of chapters are nearly here.

There has been a lot of writing going on, but most of the work has been shifted around and saved for various chapters, so hopefully you should see a few updates coming your way soon!

For now, here is a teaser of chapter 4. Dr Robotnik is going to start spoiling Stone rotten from this point forth! *_*

In this chapter Robotnik is worrying himself sick about Stone, his bad dreams and why he keeps going for late night walks without telling him.

He wonders if he is missing home, and plans to finally tackle the issue that night, but wants to be gentle and spoil him rotten first.

So he runs the most luscious spa-bath for him, decorated with romantic candles, exotic flowers and scents to remind him of home, with rose petals trailing from the bathroom to the front door. (Spoiler: Massages, cuddles, romantic kisses, silliness, tickling...)

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ASMR

The bath water ran hot and deep. The luscious loud pouring, rushing, wallowing and rippling sounds, as the whirlpool jets filled the giant wooden beech-coloured bathtub, transported him in blissful fantasy to nature-reclaimed island spas.

The perfumed bath soaks and oils dropped, dived, swam and glided, flipped and rolled luxuriously in pastel circles and forked rivers. Much like Koi fish, mini galaxies, drip paintings, or tropical undergrowth spreading rapidly in hot climates.

The gentle scents of the Middle East (and South Asia), enticing rare flowers and juicy fruit liberated his senses, as the cosy, sensual, musky and uplifting perfumes mixed, rose and dispersed.

Soft ruby-red rose petals floated on the waters surface lovingly, scattered artfully and delectably, their sweet smell and perfectly preserved dresses 'mini ethereal slices of home.' Two fuchsia-pink and ice-white lotus flowers danced, and spun calmly round each other like Apsara (Indian faeries, or cloud and water spirits.)

A mixture of cherry blossom petals and roses led the way to the bathroom, from the bedroom, and down the beech-coloured stairs leading to the cabin door.

Richly-coloured trails of hand-painted mandala tea-lights containing 'Midsummer's Night', flickered mysteriously around the bathroom. Spiritually. Protectively.

The attractive 'experience' had been comprised of citrus, herbaceous, woody, bergamot, lime, lavender, pine floral sage, cedarwood, vetiver, juniper berry, clary sage and moss. Otherwise described as 'an intoxicating and masculine blend of musk, patchouli, sage and mahogany cologne' - or Lynx, to those unfamiliar with this particular Yankee Candle.

Small vases of orchids and lilies, and bowls of potpourri scented with hop, lavender, jasmine and sandalwood posed elegantly in the four corners of the now-spa room. Each glass centrepiece was wrapped with tiny sparkling green leafy fairy lights, and had fuchsia rose petals and cherry blossoms scattered around the bases.

Pretty diffusers scented with Thyme, Mint and Eucalyptus puffed dreamily into the warm Spring night and, as the window was open letting in the scent of fresh grass and rain, a lovely breeze perfected the atmosphere.

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[justavulcan]

COMING SOON: AIRMARK'S GUIDE TO PLANAR VEGETABLES

I would like to dedicate this Flora to my neighbors here in Sigil, who tolerate my greenhouse with mostly good humor; to my editor Sleeps-Never-Twice, who has sent rescue parties after me three times now since I started writing this volume; and to my partner Wren, who has brought me all manner of stimulant in my pursuit of finishing this volume before our vacation to Mt. Celestia. I thank you all for your love and support; or, in the case of my neighbors, your tolerance and acceptance of my garnish.

What follows is a series of selections from my Guide to Planar Vegetables, for your consideration and potential use. Traveling throughout the Planes, it is clear to most that all manner of beast, spiritual being, and person might help, hinder, or assault the weary traveler; this, then, is my attempt to make readers everywhere aware of the danger the local flora can pose, or to draw the attention of the curious to the more strange and wonderful of the Planescape's plant life. I hope the following entries serve well as warnings and appetizers both, and that your own gardening adventures proceed safely and with an eye towards finding beauty everywhere- even in the Lower Planes.

Eustace Airmark

Date varies by local Calendar

I will be posting one non-animate plant and one animate plant (plant monster) every week, in pairs by plane. This will also serve as the index post for the project, and will be updated as I have new entries. As always, if you find one of my creatures tempting to use, my price is only to tell me: how did it work out? The posts will begin on September 4th. Thanks again to my players, who in moments searching bookshelves for uncommon topics, force me to make things up on the fly that prove fertile ground for my overactive imagination. Airmark's Guide to Planar Vegetables would not exist without them.

Astral: Lotus Anchorite (CR 20); Astral Mangrove

Ethereal: Tombstone Lily (CR 16); Ethereal Marigold

Feywild: Alraune (CR 11); Blue Iris Flowerfly

Shadowfell: Fugue Weed (CR 10); Detainer Cactus

Elemental Plane of Air: Urchin Bush (CR 12); Cloudfruit Tree

Elemental Plane of Earth: Wandering Garden (CR 13); Jeweler's Delight

Elemental Plane of Fire: Sparkflower Seed Swarm (CR 4); Ignan Ashpetal

Elemental Plane of Water: Kelp Dragon (CR 14); Tidemat

Elemental Plane of Ice: False Chilblain (CR 12); Chilblain Ivy

Elemental Plane of Mud: Oblivion Yam (CR 5); Sludgy Sundew

Elemental Plane of Magma: Flameforger Tree (CR 11); Caldera Cactus

Elemental Plane of Ash: Smokecatcher (CR 9); Smogwood Tree

Limbo: Rainbow Bamboo (CR 15); Peacock Shrub

Pandemonium: Pandemonian Tumbleweed (CR 9); Mindmute Moss

Abyss: Ichordeep Emissary (CR 13); Shatterstone

Carceri: Carcerian Snapdragon (CR 8); Cathryan Coward-Weed

Hades: Gray Lily of the Waste (CR 17); Eurydicean Willow

Gehenna: Gehennan Grafting Tree (CR 19); Spitebriar

Baator: Minauran Creeper Lily (CR 6); Garrison Vine

Acheron: War-Drum Tree (CR 18); Rustbloom

Mechanus: Copper Sheet-Leaf Bush (CR 3); Meter Weed

Arcadia: Arcadian Lightning Tree (CR 6); Tuning Tree

Mt. Celestia: Springbush (CR 2); Provider Oak

Bytopia: Shurrock Mercywood (CR 6); Dothion Mercywood

Elysium: Pollen Cat (CR 5); Eronian Lotus

Beastlands: Krigalan Praying Orchid (CR 13); Beastborne Fern

Arborea: Whitesand Sentinel (CR 8); Heartshare Rose

Ysgard: Wanderpine Cone (CR 1/8); Wanderpine Tree

[liliaxhymn]

@rosxtenebrae sent: “You know, the Earth revolves around the sun, not around you.” cinder on layla violence. heh

ㅤㅤㅤThe girl pauses when she hears those words spoken by Cinder, feeling the flames of rage erupt within her only a second after Cinder finished her sentence. She soon turns to Cinder, her face deadpan, yet her eyes narrowed and had a particular sort of glint that could only be described as 'absolute utter anger'.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I could tell you the same thing, Cinder, considering how much you seem to act like a self-centered vixen at all hours. Maybe rather than scolding me about this, you should take your own advice and apply it to yourself; I think the whole world would benefit immensely from that. ❞ㅤCinder wanted to have an argument? Then she'll get an argument.

[ginger-grimm]

🐰 + my girl Beth!!

BETH OMG I HAVEN'T THOUGHT OF HER IN SO LONG

Their berserk button: People bringing up her family in a negative light. Her mom was murdered and they lost everything so she's really not keen on people gossiping about them.

Why their name was chosen: Freya wanted something ethereal sounding and a longer name as well. She and Atticus went back and forth for a while. Beth was born after they made it to the Northside and they wanted her name to reflect this too. They ended up deciding to mash their two favorite choices together. Lili came from Freya and Beth from Atticus.

Their favorite 2020s song: Flowers by Miley Cyrus

Their biggest fear: Her biggest secret being revealed (it comes true in season 2)

One turn-on of theirs: Consent is *sexy*

Their go-to sleepover activities: She loves sleepovers especially in colder months because she loves to cuddle up and tell ghost stories or watch dumb romcoms. Once during a rainstorm, Beth invited Kippi over and they snuggled under blankets all night and basically left the Hallmark Channel on and critiqued all the plotholes of the movies.

What candle they'd get at Bath & Bodyworks: Iced Lemon Pound Cake

A moment where they reached their breaking point: Honestly, way too many but a really bad and dangerous one is after Homecoming in season 1 when Cheryl had kissed her and Misty walked in on it and told her off. Beth, already down in the dumps, runs off into the woods and falls down. Instead of getting up, she decides to lay in the snow and almost dies until Jug comes in and saves her.

Whether they're organized or slobby: Quite organized. She loves being an aesthetic queen, even in her smaller room.

Their favorite feature about themselves: Her lips!

[angeliana2023]

Author's note: Hello, dreamers! So, after the last chapter's events, the Trix will try to copy Coletta, and use one massive attack to destroy the light forces. Coletta and the Trix engage in a battle for light. So, anyway, enjoy! 

Since this was a shorter chapter, no new characters. :(

Disclaimer! Any of the characters, ideas, locations, or stories that aren't my OCs or part of my ideas aren't mine and I do not claim to own them.

Chapter 15: The Light Prevails

August 2012

The battle was won. Even though the Trix still stood, the power of Coletta's locket had completely decimated the army of darkness.

She had used a completely forbidden spell and incantation, one that would probably bring chaos in the long run, but had to be used. The only reason she used it was to save the lives of Lily, Corrin, Cadenza, and the others who were in Fallingstar during the dark army's invasion. The consequences were unimaginable, but...

Coletta would just have to leave those consequences for a later day.

After every decay fighter, decay soldier, and manta flier had been destroyed, the mood was calm. The city folk of Fallingstar was speechless, but not with wonder, or awe, but with fear. Though Coletta's spell did a good deed, they were terrified by its might.

Since the army of darkness was gone, and the Trix's magic was weakened by the light emitted from the spell, Lily decided it would probably be safe to go outside and check out what had happened.

Lily was standing in the crowd, watching the Trix try and use their magic to no avail.

"What... why can't I use my ice powers?" Icy said, followed by Stormy.

"I can't conjure my storms anymore... Where's the lightning? Where's the thunder? I'm nothing without my powers!"

Darcy was pretty devastated, but Stormy was even more. "My darkness. I'm nothing without it..."

They deserve what's happening to their magic, but I feel kinda bad for them. I would feel the same way if I lost my powers... Lily thought.

"Lily, you shouldn't be out here. Coletta's magic won't stay potent in the air for much longer, so the Trix's magic could come back at any moment." Aurora sometimes came off as strict, but she just wanted to protect her sister.

"But they still need to be purified!" Lily said, getting out the Ethereal Pure Love Staff.

"Lily, Aitway untilway eirthay inway ailjay!" Aurora whispered.

Since Lily didn't know pig Latin, she just gave Aurora a strange look.

The Trix saw Lily's eyes, and knew something was going on. The words Aurora said meant something, but what?

"I know how to get Aurora to tell me everything! Dark hypnotic!" Darcy's powers had come back, and she was using them to Hypnotize Aurora!

Aurora's eyes turned completely glowing purple, and she stared blankly at Darcy.

Now, I want you to tell me what those words meant, and what you're planning! Darcy was talking to Aurora through her mind while controlling her!

I told Lily to wait until you three were in jail before... Aurora broke from her trance before she could reveal the purification!

"Next time you try and mind control someone, don't make it obvious that you're doing it!" Coletta said.

"So it was you who broke my trance!" Darcy said.

"Well, you won't be able to break 'em for much longer!" Icy said.

The three witches converged their magic into a black ball of energy. Lily's eyes widened as they threw it toward Coletta.

Why isn't she moving out of the way? Aurora thought. The lethal ball of converged ice, storm, and dark energy was racing toward Coletta, but she stood unmoving and stoic...

The energy ball hit Coletta and even made a crater in the concrete ground on which she was standing, but she was standing in the same position as she was before, in the crater, uninjured.

"How... How. are. you. ok?" Icy said, fuming.

"I'm alive because I accepted this," Coletta said, clutching her locket.

"Keep that thing away from us! That's what weakened our powers!" Icy said, drawing back.

"Oh, I see we have something that scares you! I guess that'll make you easier to catch!" Coletta said.

The Trix made a mad dash away, and Coletta started chasing them. She chased them around the beach and cornered them at the ocean's edge.

"You probably can't breathe underwater, like I can, because you're cornered!" Coletta said, walking slowly toward the Trix.

"How are you gonna contain us?" Stormy asked, smirking.

"With these!" Coletta said. She conjured up energy cuffs and threw them at the Trix. The cuffs flew onto the three witches' wrists.

She can do so many things... Is she one of the 'other Etherians' Ms. Dubois said were living here? Lily thought Coletta was another creation of Alessia.

Coletta made a call to the Fallingstar authorities, and they were there in a jiffy and put the Trix in custody.

"Well, that takes care of them. I'm out." Coletta said.

Lily wanted to know more. "Wait, you can't leave yet! Where does your locket come from? How can you create things out of thin air? Are you a Daydreamer like Aurora and me? How did you survive that orb of magic? Who are the 'Ten Guardians'? Who are you?"

Lily wanted to know everything, but Coletta just couldn't tell her... "In time you will find out, and trust me, you'll wish hadn't, just like me..." Coletta said.

"But..." Lily said. Oh, well... There'll probably be more time for me to get to know her later... Lily thought, watching Coletta leave...

Author's note: So, that was the aftermath of the army of darkness fight, and showcased some more of Coletta's powers. The next chapter will be about cleaning up the town and the beach house after the storms and stuff, with Aurora giving Lily permission to visit the Trix in jail, to purify them... So, I'll see you in the next chapter! Stay Lucid!

[wolverenmayden]

Overcoming loneliness and failure

Overcoming loneliness and failure

Swift as a purple night,

Ere night was drifting by a dusky night,

Yearns to serve her in her kind,

Saw no other eye at call;

Light as a feather goes the little line,

Clatter of ice through liquid flame,

Young you were an amber well;

Both are the arms of men;

Lest they break the painted shame;

Ample and bed,

Trailing ever the rosy shine,

Sit at thy lips and on thy large eyes:

Pale as a evening west,

Light of my youth, through whose dusky youth

Hear her liquid golden crossings meet;

Something long es like the bee

Bloom the world to a single land,

Silent as some gray voice in distant thread,

Black secrets hurried into the bee,

Laid by the rosy fingers of a man,

Sunbeams will be before their eyes,

Young you were an amber well;

Black as a dusky lily bud,

Laid his brown rein with due desire,

Swift as the purple could,

Laid by the rosy lip, that glow'd

Yearns to its darkness as her song

That she was mute to pass;

Both the mirth, the fragrance of your lips,

IBut at the prow he struck the thee,

Sit with your twinkling at the mocking fields

Thine image is her own eternity;

Snapped like a single lightning through the town;

Laid my hand on the chamber house,

Earth breathed a rosy atmosphere;

You'd like a charming line to pass,

Thou, by the snow's ethereal thread,

Hath beat without a single beat,

Rich with the glory of a transient dream.

[sweaterlinkcafe]

I realize overtime, over the course of my 26 years of living, that I have a particular type when it comes to celebrities and fictional characters. This includes both men and women, but I will start with the men.

I love men who are ethereal, pretty boys, princely, protective, or some or all of the above. They typically have some kind of brooding front but deep down they are the most gentle and kind souls. For some reason, they all have light hair (silver or white) but doesn't have to be necessarily. But most do. I also love a good fictional man with a tortured soul. Bonus points if they are some kind of demon or vampire. Or a humanoid mixed with some other other-worldly entity. Additional points if they hate everyone but the person they love. Bonus bonus points if he cooks well.

Exhibit A: My first anime crush, Yuki Sohma from Fruits Basket

I was gonna say he just has this princely vibe. But now that I think about it, he is lowkey kinda brooding. He just is not as prominent with it. And he has the Sohma curse, so he also does have a mystical aspect about him. And he's a pretty boy. It all makes sense lol.

Exhibit B: Zero Kiryuu from Vampire Knight

Zero's got somewhat of an ethereal vibe with his light features. He's also is the definition of having a super brooding front but deep down a very gentle and kind soul. I can especially because not only how he treats Yuki, but how he treats animals (like the horse White Lily for example). He's also a vampire. And a tortured soul. And hates everyone but Yuki. I get the vibe he's somewhat protective too, at least with Yuki, so I'm like like good lawd.

Exhibit C: Rin Okumura from Ao No Exorcist

I put him in here too because he's somewhat of an outlier. Not really but kinda? Maybe just because he has dark hair? Idk. Anyway, I liked him because of his humor and the fact he cooks well. He gives me somewhat ADHD vibes too. Teenage me was like damn. I would marry him. And his father is literally Satan himself??? Hell yeah. (No pun intended).

Exhibit D: Tomoe from Kamisama Kiss

Also has white/silver hair. Wow. What a coincidence. He's also. A demon. Wow. What a surprise. And he's brooding by all fronts. An element that makes him stand out is that he cooks and cleans well. And he has a somewhat like sensual vibe? And he has a past. A wild past at that bc, ya know, he's a demon.

He's also very protective of Nanami. So much so he's very possessive of her at times. Some moments in the show made me raise an eyebrow like...huh? But it all comes from a good place, so I don't mind it overall. He pretty much hates everyone but her. And don't even get me started on how he approached Nanami when they first meet when Nanami goes back in time. Like HUH. I beg your finest pardon? Why does it feel so hot in here all the sudden?

I would classify him as a tortured soul because he's pretty much betraying his nature as a demon (and Akura-Oh) for falling in love with a human. And he has a tendency to hide in great conflict and close himself in. So I'm pretty sure he's a soft boy at heart.

Exhibit E: Taemin

Do I need to explain? He's the only real person on here. And that's saying something. He's a pretty boy. He's giving ethereal. Giving sensuality. Sings and dances with so much soul and emotion like he's a tortured soul (and honestly I think he is). He's sensual. He's someone that makes me go, hm, I like him so much that I wanna be him. He's an inspiration for my fashion choices and my dance style. Because I dance here and there and I can say that I'm definitely not a terrible dancer. I've been watching his growth as a performer since 2011 and I just am in awe with Taemin. His music and performances makes my spirit come alive. Like I think yes! Someone gets it. But he could just be autistic and that's why I'm drawn to him more than others. (I'm autistic).

And more recently, the icing on the cake

Exhibit F: Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3

I remember seeing edits of him on Tik Tok in September of 2023. I think that was when Baldur's Gate 3 was released. Astarion was the primary reason why I bought it. I also heard it was a good game in general too and it is up my alley when it comes to fantasy RPGs. So that was a factor. First off, light hair? Second, he's an elf vampire??? Not a thing I would expect coming out of my mouth. And I don't mind it a single bit. And he's ethereal and a devastatingly beautiful being.

He is THE definition of a tortured soul. My guy was a slave for 200 years and had to bed thousands to lure them to an older vampire in the guise of a well-respected noble. And was tortured and had no control and had to do everything this vampire said no question. And for one of those years, he was put into complete darkness. For not wanting to lure in a sweet man.

He puts up a front, idk if it's brooding per se. It's more flirtatious and cheeky and diva-esque. Full of sarcasm too. I think the real him is full of anger/resentment. He is power hungry, but it makes sense because he was controlled. But I'm choosing not to ascend him and have him continue the cycle.

That's it. Thank you <3 (My post for women will be coming soon)

[aetherose]

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MUN POSTS

&& ooc / your local queen of brainrot

&& rose plays hi3 / ellie herrscher ballista go

&& rose plays gi / this is my third playing gi tag jfc

&& rose plays hsr / screams in kafka simp

&& rose plays lc / im a sadomasochist confirmed

&& rose plays lor / screams in angela simp

&& rose plays lcb / 12 idiots and 1 simp

&& rose plays bg3 / who knew cats can get you so far

&& rose plays ptn / sapphic fever dream time baby

&& rose plays pgr / my impulses won and now we're here

&& aetherose pinned post / do not reblog; non-rp blogs dni

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GENERAL

&& ic / give all to the present for the sake of the future

&& thread / the hearts that can bend shall never be broken

&& commentary / live to the point of tears

&& open starter / freedom is nothing but a chance to be better

&& asks / seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable

&& drabbles / a nostalgia for innocence

&& memes / there is not love of life without despair about life

&& dash games / there is scarcely any passion without struggle

&& crack / oh lord save us from ourselves

&& incorrect quotes / just a rose tradition!

&& headcanons / man is always prey to his truths

&& oc lore / the gentle indifference of the world

&& gallery / at the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman

&& edits / the glimpse of an eternity stretched across time

&& mun art / rose can draw sometimes

&& aesthetic / an appeal to the essence of being

&& musing / can you see the meaning inside yourself

&& music / where words fail song speaks

&& announcement / gather around rose’s garden

&& patch notes / just a rundown of the updates to the blog!

&& psa / you should probably read this

&& starter call / where there is no hope it is on us to invent it

&& inbox call / a day will come when revolutions will have need of beauty

&& promo / a beautiful twilight that enhances everything

&& self-promo / heyo its me rose

&& discord chronicles / hidden beneath the surface lies treasures

&& signal boost / a little can go a long way

&& misc / rose doesnt know where to put this

&& munday / stuff about rose!

&& saved / rose’s most beloveds

&& wishlist / rose’s hopes

&& queue / rose remembered she can queue stuff

MUSES

&& c. elysia / miss pink elf

&& c. aponia / disciplinary perdition

&& c. mobius / infinite ouroboros

&& c. fu hua / taixuan impression

&& c. dr. mei / ward of humanity’s flame

&& c. seele / swallowtail phantasm

&& c. veliona / starchasm nyx

&& c. theresa / valkyrie pledge

&& c. senti / herrscher of sentience

&& c. binah / degraded arbiter

&& c. faust / representation emitter

&& c. rodion / what is cast

&& c. furina / endless solo of solitude

&& c. focalors / lady of all waters

&& c. columbina / the damselette

&& c. sandrone / the marionette

&& c. la signora / the fair lady

&& c. lumine / the abyss princess

&& c. klee / fleeing sunlight

&& c. raiden ei / plane of euthymia

&& c. raiden norika / guardian of eternity

&& c. zero / song of the end

&& c. kafka / twilight trill

&& c. black swan / loom of fate’s caprice

&& c. hsr bronya / windrider bullet

&& c. hsr seele / butterfly flurry

&& c. layla / silent nightingale

&& c. lumia / niveous eminence

&& c. rosemary / nocturne illusion

&& c. pamela / paradoxical heart

&& c. arabella / bloodied blossoms

&& c. lynn / starlight’s embrace

&& c. gabriella / tempestuous waves

&& c. daphne / flowing gales

&& c. calista / transcendent damnation

&& c. radiata / crimson lily

&& c. sylve / tempest archer

&& c. raven / lunar songstress

&& c. nimue / ethereal sorceress

&& c. luna / apocalyptic moonlight

&& c. vera / redheaded death

&& c. alpha / crimson abyss

&& c. qu / kowloong monarch

&& c. nanami / searing heart

&& c. selena / tempest finale

&& c. angela / star of freedom

&& c. iori / the purple tear

&& c. zena / arbiter of the head

&& c. eden / golden diva

&& c. bronya / wolf’s dawn

&& c. skirk / girl of another world

&& c. clorinde / candlebearer shadowhunter

&& c. kokomi / pearl of wisdom

&& c. jingliu / transcendent flash

&& c. robin / caged songbird

&& c. one / song of salvation

&& c. two / song of love

&& c. three / song of obsession

&& c. four / song of envy

&& c. accord / recorder android

&& c. popola / singer of the ancients

&& c. devola / singer of the ancients

&& c. shadowheart / daughter of darkness

VERSES

&& v. crossover / and we come together despite all odds

&& v. unspecified / dance in a world of endless possibilities

&& v. genshin / step into a vast magical world of adventure

&& v. hi3 / for all that’s beautiful in the world

&& v. hsr / may this journey lead us starward

&& v. lobcorp / face the fear; build the future

&& v. lor / book; librarian; star; and city

&& v. lcb / face the sin; save the ego

&& v. projmoon / hominem te esse memento

&& v. stp / you are on a path in the woods

&& v. bg3 / to become more than what we were made to be

&& v. d&d / our adventure begins here

&& v. fe3h / promise me you won't forget me

&& v. ph / there is no black and white; only our will

&& v. pgr / reclaim the world for humanity

&& v. dod3 / the songs of oblivion

&& v. modern / a world not far off from our own

&& v. ce / the ethereal abyss

&& v. ce: rein / reborn into peace

&& v. tenebra / repetition of history

&& v. herrscher of death / birthed from broken serenity

&& v. older layla / the nightingale’s metamorphosis

&& v. younger layla / from the embers

&& v. little layla / still-burning flame

&& v. white witch / the monster they made

&& v. star of the head / flickering lights in an empty city

&& v. shining star / reignition of lost light

&& v. fallen star / all-consuming darkness

&& v. chosen of bhaal / the embrace of her rancid blood

&& v. young nimue / unknowing accursed daughter

BONDS

&& complicated found fam / butterflies daffodils and birds

&& layla + crystal / the sweetest devotion i’ve ever known

&& calista x aelia / light up the night sky together