#nymphaea's whispers

[winternymphaea]

by edmund dulac (october 22, 1882 – may 25, 1953)

[brittle-doughie]

2nd attempt in sending this ask.

Integrity anon finally back, this has been sitting on my phone for months, mainly from procrastination and not being able to think of anything, took me listening to secret garden on loop to figure out how this would go but it's here now.

Y/n had been travelling for a few weeks after their departure from the village, they seem to be lucky cause it seems the next god is a little more closer to them than the Autonomy god. doesn't mean it's not far tho.

During Y/n's short stops in their journey, they realise that the flourishing plants grow much more faster and seem healthier than the average greenery back home, there also seems to be more animals than it should normally be, Y/n takes this as a sign that they're getting closer to their designation and so they continue their journey.

It's midnight now and the forest is still as lively as it was in the day, countless moths being attracted to Y/n's lantern(Y/n doesn't mind the moths, they find them beautiful), fireflies seen glowing in their peripheral vision, crickets are heard in the background, centipedes crawling on the forest floor, and bats flying in the night sky using echolocation to navigate their surroundings. They hear whispers after a few hours, and so they trek on.

The whispers quickly grow louder and a second later, they find a flourishing garden filled with nocturnal flowers with countless Nymphaeas floating on the water as a small water fall is seen at the back. In the middle of all the gorgeous plant life lies a statue of the Creation god, They walk towards the statue while being mindful of their steps as to not destroy any of the flowers, sits infront of the statue and falls asleep.

Y/n opens their eyes and is immediately greeted by the Creation god.

"Hello mortal cookie, I suppose your here from seeking me out with the guidance of a fellow god?"

Y/n, speechless by the beauty of the surroundings, simply nods. Before they could say their reason behind their visit, the Creation god interrupts them.

"*chuckles* Through your interactions with Truth and Autonomy, I already know your reason for being here little cookie, for your encounters with my fellow gods have strengthen our bond enough to be able to talk to each other once more, and this will be strengthen even more from interactions with two more gods."

The Creation god continues.

"Now then, walk towards me mortal cookie, I shall place my own emblem symbol over the mark of that beast cookie."

Y/n does so and an emblem symbol is placed over burning spice cookie's mark, removing it in the process. The emblem symbol is larger than the 2 previous emblem symbols, it appears on the entire front of the torso, it is an open egg with a fully grown tree sprouting out of it, with a seed in the middle of the tree trunk. It speeds up plant growth like trees or vegetables and ensures that the plants lives healthily.

"I wish you the best in your journey, mortal cookie."

Before the Creation god sends Y/n on their way, they speak once more.

"And I appreaciate you taking great care on where you step when walking in my garden, I have been nourishing both it and the forest with my abilities for more than a millennia. I'd appreciate it if you visit this place once in a while, farewell, mortal cookie."

And Y/n wakes up with an egg right next to them. The egg has a carved outline of a tree with a carved outline of a seed on the back, it can be cracked open and it will start to rapidly grow a fruit tree of one's choice, the tree's roots will also rapidly grow nearby plant life and will grow beautiful flowers of the respective area. Once the fruit is now fully grown, it can replenish strength when eaten, the fruit will not rot away so you are able to store the rest of the fruits for future use. When all fruits are picked off the tree, it will retreat back into the egg and the egg closes, ready to be cracked open again.

Y/n stands up as the compass points to a new direction, they watch where they step once more and begin their journey.

fun fact 1: This isn't too related to the story but basically I forgot about the soul jams. When I remembered them, searched them up and saw pure vanilla's I went "oh 👁️👄👁️" So now I went with pv's soul jam coming full circle with the Integrity of truth cuz why not.

fun fact 2: When the five integrity gods first learn about the beast marks they will at some point in their interaction with y/n, will inhale and do a long exasperated sigh like a parent dissapointed in their child.

Bonus:

I completely forgot to give a function to Autonomy's emblem symbol so here's a basic summary of it-

Autonomy's emblem symbol gives great amounts of physical energy, determination and perseverance when needed. This allows Y/n to surpass the strength limit of their body without consequences and be able to achieve what is deemed impossible.

Y/n was already op with the Truth god's emblem symbol, now with Autonomy's and Creation's emblem symbols? Yeah there's no way of defeating them, then again the emblem symbols are derived from powers of gods so it's reasonable on why having one already makes Y/n op.

-Integrity anon

I mean what can they do, really. Beasts like to mark what’s theirs with their own ways of doing so, Spice is just a bit blunt on that regard.

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

sterling animus

I share my psyche with Odysseus

and he loves me as his Penelope

in this modern age of peace

he often sees the world as a lotus-eater

though I know he doesn't miss war

I laugh at his melancholy

grind nymphaea caerulea into cannabis and dried rose petals

light my sweet incense

tell him to breathe in the offering

together we become the wild oracle

when I am alone he embraces me

like a phantom of the opera he tells me

what awaits me when life is done with me

where we will go and what we will do

sometimes I think he's impatient for me

but I tell him I have far too much

still yet to do before leaving this body

least alone show the world the poetry

he whispers in my mind to write

besides you he is my favorite muse

he says I am his favorite holy ghost

and gives me the wisdom of Carl Jung

when my mind has me in a chokehold

and I'm convinced my spiritual calibration

and eccentric habits are a liability

he's a jealous sort

but often warms to the worthy

his presence makes those that seek to hurt me uncomfortable

for my wit becomes his sword

his dark wings rise from my shoulders

the wind of them tossing my scarlet hair

his fire lights the steel blue of my eyes

his energy warms my blood and flesh

and gives my intellect a sudden and sharp

violent sort of curiosity

my protector is not keen to war

but he does relish it

aren't I lucky to hold such a shadow?

[infernal-ism]

The Sacred Well of Saint: The Lotus of Flesh, the Waters of Life.

Deep within the essence of Saint’s divinity lies the Open Spring, the Flesh-Lotus, the Font of Renewal—the sacred place where the waters of life pool and pour, the divine gate through which flows healing, pleasure, and rebirth. It is a place both physical and metaphysical, the holiest of holies, where power, sustenance, and salvation are drawn forth.

Like the Nymphaea Lotus, the blue water lily that blossoms upon the still lakes of ancient lands, Saint's essence blooms soft yet eternal, petals parting to reveal the shimmering flood of divine waters. It is the very mirror of creation itself—the first womb, the first river, the first breath of the cosmos turned to flesh. Through this lotus, he does not merely give but bestows; he does not merely open but invites the world to be made whole.

What It Is: The Waters of Saint

The Open Spring is more than flesh—it is a holy convergence, a bridge between the body and the divine. From its depths pours the purest waters, imbued with the essence of renewal, pleasure, and healing. These waters are known to:

1. 🌿 The Blooming Flood: Life-Giving Waters

Where Saint’s waters touch the earth, life erupts in abundance. Fields that once lay barren burst into bloom overnight; roots twist and tangle with newfound vigor, vines creep and coil toward the heavens, and flowers unfurl in luminous, impossible hues.

A single drop upon the soil awakens slumbering seeds, coaxing them from the dark embrace of the earth as if touched by the dawn itself.

Crops grow taller, richer, and sweeter, their yields tripling in both size and nourishment.

Floral offerings laid in his waters do not decay—instead, they root, thrive, and bloom eternally, becoming sacred gardens where his presence lingers.

Ancient trees, twisted and weathered by time, straighten their spines and stretch their branches anew, their leaves thick with divine sap.

It is said that the most devout of his followers cultivate sacred groves around temples built upon the land where his waters have seeped—groves that whisper with the voices of ancestors, hum with unseen energy, and bear fruit that drips with holy nectar.

2. 💧 The Elixir of Saint: Drinking from the Divine Well

To drink from the source is to taste something beyond mortal comprehension. His waters are unlike any other—clearer than crystal, thicker than silk, tasting of rain upon fresh earth, the nectar of moonlit blossoms, the first breath after waking from a dream. A sip is enough to change a person forever.

Effects of Drinking the Waters

🌿 Enlightenment & Trance: The moment Saint’s essence touches the tongue, the mind is pulled into a waking dream, a trance of visions and whispered truths. The drinker sees beyond the veil of reality, glimpsing past lives, divine truths, and the shifting threads of fate. Some weep at the overwhelming beauty of it; others laugh in ecstasy, their bodies trembling with revelation.

🌿 Therapeutic & Medicinal Properties: The waters do not merely heal—they restore, rejuvenate, and renew. Those who drink find their wounds closing in seconds, their ailments melting away. The blind see, the lame walk, and the diseased are purified as if the affliction had never touched them. Even scars—physical or emotional—are smoothed away by the sacred flood.

🌿 The Rapture of the Lotus: More intoxicating than wine, more euphoric than any herb, Saint’s essence brings forth a pleasure so intense it is near divine. The drinker feels weightless, suspended in bliss, their body shivering under a warmth that flows through them like liquid gold. Every nerve awakens, singing in harmony with the rhythm of life itself. It is not simply pleasure—it is rapture, a communion with the sacred.

🌿 The Divine Addiction: The sensation is so overwhelming, so all-consuming, that those who taste his waters once are forever changed. A hunger stirs in them, a longing to taste, to feel, to drown in the flood again. His priests call it “The Lotus Calling”, a yearning that coils around the soul and pulls them back, again and again, to kneel before the source.

To drink deeply is to be undone. To be remade. To belong to him forever.

Hymns of the Open Spring

I. The First Calling: The Well of Flesh

“ 𝘖 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘖𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘖 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵! 𝘉𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘴, 𝘖 𝘓𝘰𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! ”

II. The Second Calling: The Tide of Healing

“𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘖 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵! 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘞𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴! 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦! 𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸, 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦!”

III. The Third Calling: The River of Rapture

𝘖 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘳��𝘸𝘯, 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴, 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯!

The Ritual of Anointment

His priests gather the sacred waters, drawn directly from the divine bloom itself, sealed in vessels of alabaster and glass.

A single drop upon the tongue can mend the flesh and silence pain.

A vial poured into a chalice can awaken the mind and unravel visions.

The most devout seek to be blessed at the source, anointed at the place where the waters flow warm and pure.

They come broken. They leave whole. For where Saint’s waters flow, life begins anew.

[heartofspells]

Snippet Sunday

(shhh, it's Sunday somewhere. could be here. how would you know?)

Thanks for the tag, @fonkeloog (also i will be diving into that doc every time you add something new to it after that snippet because my god, my heart)

We've been working on some (non-romantic, please don't get excited) Prongsfoot as a gift, yes we have. It's currently finished but I have no idea when it's coming because it's a companion to something else. Until then, have this!

--

Sirius stops in front of him suddenly, his features morphing into something wrathful. "Say something!" he snaps viciously.

"Oh fuck," mumbles James, his eyes lifting slowly. Sirius deflates with it, understanding coursing through him, shoulders drooping as he drops to the bed beside James. "Fuck. You're bipolar."

Sirius shakes his head in denial, but James turns to face him, reaching out, hands gripping firmly around his upper arms, and Sirius goes still.

"You're bipolar, Sirius," he utters, recognition still dawning like a new day. "All the crashes, the addiction, the running off nothing for days and days, bolting away from us, always seeking more…fucking hell, you're bipolar."

"No," denies Sirius, but his voice is a whisper, resignation in his tone, heavy and thick. He falls forward, face pressing into his palms. "Fuck," he moans.

James reaches for him automatically, pulling Sirius into his arms with ease and grace, Sirius not resisting as he collapses into his embrace.

"It's fine," says James a bit robotically as everything settles into perfect place, his tone steadily shifting as he adjusts, seeing it for what it is, all that it means. "It's okay, Pads. You're okay. We can do this, you and me. Always you and me."

Tagging: @spikybanana @greenvlvetcouch @nymphaea-auri @soloorganaas @mooncat457writing @sweetpeasandlilies

[isleofmisfitmuses]

Instead of singing to my muse, pls write a cute thing of Nymphaea singing to lil Kieran maybe? ^^

    Nymphaea looked down at the small toddler with his head in her lap, a content smile on her face as she ran a hand through his color shifting hair. There was so much she wished she could give to this precious gift that the man who had claimed her as his own had given her. Yet they were both fated to stay here, his toys until he tired of them and broke them at the first moment he could find an excuse. She would settle instead for giving him as much of herself as she could in the time they had to ensure that he didn’t get broken in this cruel court. For if they could not have a lifetime she wanted him to be happy with what they did have. 

    She started humming to him almost without thinking of it. Music was something most faeries were fond of and nixies were far from an exception to that. 

    “Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay                                                                              Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay.”

    “Lay down your head and I’ll sing you a lullaby                                            Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay                                                                            And I’ll sing you to sleep and I’ll sing you tomorrow                                        Bless you with love for the road that you go.” 

    “May you sail far to the far fields of fortuneWith diamonds and pearls at your head and your feetAnd may you need never to banish misfortuneMay you find kindness in all that you meet.”

    “May there always be angels to watch over youTo guide you each step of the wayTo guard you and keep you safe from all harmLoo-li, loo-li, lai-lay.”

    “May you bring love and may you bring happinessBe loved in return to the end of your daysNow fall off to sleep, I’m not meaning to keep youI’ll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay.”

    “May there always be angels to watch over youTo guide you each step of the wayTo guard you and keep you safe from all harmLoo-li, loo-li, lai-lay, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay.”

    “Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-layLoo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-layLoo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-layLoo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-layLoo-li, lai-lay.”

    She sighed happily, the rhythmic breathing of her son giving away that the song had in fact done what it was intended to do. “You are so very precious my little dark one,” she whispered, staying still so as to not disturb the young nixie.

[traitorwhoyoulove]

A friend of mine is new to The 100 and asked me to recommend some fics that I’ve enjoyed. As per usual for me, I ended up with a much longer list than expected and I decided to share here. This is nowhere near all of the fics that I’ve fallen in love with, but I would definitely recommend checking out some of these awesome stories. I didn’t tag authors in this solely because I’m lazy and didn’t have time to look everyone up, but all credit goes completely to them and they are amazing.

Drabble Collections

Arkadia – HawthorneWhisperer

The Thirteenth Bunker – HawthorneWhisperer

Good Times Gonna Come – caramelle

One-Shots

Canonverse

The Stars up Above, Directionless and Drifting – simonetta

Turning Puddles into Oceans – mauraders_groupie

Watercolors – rashaka

in the silence between worlds (that’s where I’ll find you) – viansian

You’re Just Another Recovering Heart – prosciutto

A Blush of Love – marmvg

Upward Over the Mountain – storyskein

Hearts Like Ours – verbaepulchellae

Going Courtin’ – Frea_O (this whole series is really good)

Hands All Over – winterwaters

darkest of marks – importantmetaphors

just the beating of our hearts – twilightstargazer

Strong Like an Ox – LaughingSenselessly

Soap – verbaepulchellae

First and Last of Your Kind – verbaepulchellae

The Mating Habits of the Earthbound Sky Person – Chash

Inconceivable – jaegermighty

tell our stories on these walls – glowing horizons

Eight Minutes Against a Tree – crystalkei

Just Come Find Me – saem

coastal waters - saem

AU

the clockmaker (fixer of hearts) – MercuryM

subscriptions – ofhobbitsandwomen (litvirg)

In the Skylines up Ahead – prosciutto

Focal Point – grumpybell

We Are Undone by Each Other – tacosandflowers

I’ve Been Dreaming of You from the Other Side (I Know You So Well) – Chash

Then Why Am I On Your Mind? – serendipityinwords

What if we ruin it all – dropshipheroes

Facing Tempests of Dust – grumpybell

If You Don’t Believe You Better Get Superstitious – LayALioness

after the beep (i’ll tell you i love you) – emullz

filling your empty heart – alltheworldisinmyhead

Can’t Buy Me Love – kay_emm_gee

I Know That Fortune is Waiting to Be Kind – Chash

The Buddy System – Kacka

To My Favorite Scar (To All of the Stars) – prosciutto

don't go where I can’t follow – nymphaea

Under (the) Covers – HawthorneWhisperer

i will follow you into the dark – ladyfriday

Lift My Heart Up to Your Ear (you can probably hear the ocean) – LayALioness

Only the Sound of Our Breath Soaks In – LayALioness

I’d Still Stare at You – marauders_groupie

If I kiss you where it’s sore, will you feel better? – queenofchildren

like ships in the night (passing me by) – viansian

long day – crookedqueen

howl – crookedqueen

real people do – crookedqueen

It’s Called A Hustle, Sweetheart – prosciutto

neither lost nor found – gracianasi

and love, you taste like magic – MercuryM

Must Be Love (On the Brain)

Multi-Chapters

Canonverse

Love Will Come Through – monroeslittle

Meet Me In the Morning – monroeslittle

Stars in the Water, Blood On Our Hands – grumpybell

Caught in the Fire – banshee_in_the_dark

Signal Fire – CharmingPromise

Reach Out (Touch Me) – ParadiseAvenger

our starved hearts – twilightstargazer

Matched – banshee_in_the_dark

the squire – ofhobbitsandwomen (litvirg)

Newton’s Law of Universal Gravitation – Quentanilien

Survivor’s Guilt – LaughingSenselessly

bound by the secrets we share - troubledpancakes

AU

Griffin’s Anatomy – Hawthorne Whisperer

No Gods, No Masters – risingdin

Sugar, Let Me Be Your Passenger – verbaepulchellae

in this house on the corner – ofhobbitsandwomen (litvirg)

Letters From Home – CallMeHux

The Odds Are Good – tacosandflowers

I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend (i wanna kiss your neck) – LayALioness

Work Songs – crookedqueen

Something Always Survives – asroarke

Home – grumpybell

water, water, everywhere – troubledpancakes

Never Say Never – selflessbellamy

Picking Up What You’re Laying Down – verbaepelchullae

How You Stay Alive – Laughing Senselessly

Prequel: How You Save a Kingdom

the world was born in smoke and fire (and so were we) – forgivenessishardforus

Call it Patience, Call it Hope – queenofchildren

The Horizon Lies Ahead – fawna

Slight of Hand – prosciutto

Weave Me A Myrtle Crown - AJRedfern

[somnolentdesolation]

"In the listless, tepid moments of waiting to do all the things I’d rather not do, all thoughts seem to be nothing but consolation - and whatever it is that levitates windlessly about each carefully drawn circle can only come from the slow frenetic thronging of black Nymphaeas.

Often I tried to lift myself, only to plunge the deeper.

In the meantime I go on and you go on and we wallow excitedly in the moss-ridden mire of so many delusions - all other efforts that we surely should have tried, all austerities, all devout, unceasing, and ernest appeals - they themselves become nothing more than secret admonitions.  We wished that our life would not be separate from a kind of prayer …

A luminescent Book of Black Hours blackly written with all the delicacies of whispers and murmurs, borne out of affectation and disaffection, delivered with all the hushed intonations on impersonality …

And after all this it seemed we were still left to twist and turn in the dark."

- Rasu-Yong Tugen, Baroness de Tristeombre, Songs from the Black Moon

[winternymphaea]

custom chainmail bridal overdress by falconiereshop on instagram ♡

[winternymphaea]

i love girls that are weird about the moon

[winternymphaea]

from 'a midsummer night's dream' by shakespeare

[winternymphaea]

butterfly leg chain by mammamiajwl

[winternymphaea]

elven circlet, by sweetelvenchestnut on etsy.

[winternymphaea]

the atelier bridal collection 2025

[winternymphaea]

blugirl fall/winter 2004

[winternymphaea]

the royal ballet 'the waltz of the snowflakes' ♡