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[altherasart]

Vintage Halloween Design: Süße Hexe, Kürbis, Vollmond von AltherasArt

Ein charmantes Vintage-Halloween-Design mit einer süßen Hexe, einem Kürbis und dem Vollmond im Hintergrund. verziert mit Fledermäusen

[firelise]

♪ Gotta watch how you whisper when you 'round me, though // Give a fuck what you prefer I'm too profound to go back and forth with no average dork ONLY FRIENDS as SZA Lyrics 6/6 -> FORGIVELESS

[namtanlovesfilm]

I'm hyped, my off looks so good 🥰 so sad gawin isn't a main for basketball though 🥲

[angebleue2]

Fleur de Hoya 🧡🌿🧡🌿🧡

[canadachronicles]

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«Si jamais il y a un instant où tout est possible, c’est maintenant.»* -Alanis Obomsawin, sharing this message of hope and possibility, is exactly what's needed on this National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, and a vivid reminder why this is vital.

*"If ever there is a moment where everything is possible, it's now."

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[brainrotandbedrot]

okay. im a perfume nerd and i just can’t get this out of my head and these are all my own little brainworms so 🤪

perfume scents that every man in the 141 loves.

price is a classy man. but i also think he isn’t a huge fan of anything strong — he likes how you smell naturally. anything light, airy, a little floral but not like grandma rose perfume floral. price is the type of guy i see having fresh laundry scented candles in his house and a “fresh and clean” air freshener for his car. this man is tired and approaching middle age and he just wants his shit to smell good. including you. i hc something along the lines of maison margiela replica’s lazy sunday morning edt, glossier’s you edp, dedcool’s fragrance 03 blonde edp. for something more recognizable, gingham and sweet pea from bath & body works.

i feel like he’d also like chanel no. 5 just because of the name. his mum wore it. it’s sentimental for him.

notes: crisp fruits (pear, apple), light floral (jasmine, rose, lily of the valley, lilac), light musk, milk

gaz loves when you smell like a cashmere sweater. warm, sweet, but soft and homey. he wants to come home and just sit there and sniff you because you smell like a warm hug after a long day (it makes sense in my head okay). he’s the type to come along to sephora and ulta and hold the bottle while you spray the testers and he’ll tell you if something smells good (everything smells good, he likes seeing you smile & he’s paying anyway). philosophy’s fresh cream edp, ariana grande’s cloud intense edp, byredo’s slow dance edp, and skylar’s fall cashmere edp are all scents i think he’d love. i also feel like ivory cashmere from bath & body works is a given.

notes: almond, warm vanilla, berries (juniper, cranberry), cinnamon bark, sandalwood, light musk

johnny. johnny is a man of taste, okay? this man loves a unisex fragrance. (they all do. but like. johnny truly just loves a scent that is just a scent. no feminine or masculine packaging.) literally anything that smells good has his paws all over you. i feel like he’s a woody, earthy scents kind of guy. just smell like a forest and he’s head over heels. like le labo’s santal 33 edp, tom ford’s oud minerale edp, zodica perfumery’s eau de dallas edp, dossier’s ambery saffron and woody oakmoss edp. mahogany teakwood & into the stars from b&bw will also get this man’s heart rate wild.

notes: bergamot, oud, amber, musk, sandalwood, cedarwood, spices (cardamom, ginger), fir balsam

simon is a gourmand man. change my mind (you can’t). this man will get a whiff and have to stop himself from nibbling on you like a cat. or he doesn’t. you just smell too good, love. i don’t think he has a specific preference in terms of general scent, but anything that smells yummy has him drooling. sweet, warm, similar to gaz but more in the food direction than the cozy warm direction. i think le monde gourmand’s crème vanille edp, kayali’s yum pistachio gelato intense edp, billie eilish’s eilish 1.0 edp, sol de janiero’s brazilian crush cheirosa '71 fragrance mist. sweet whiskey and viva vanilla from b&bw are also delicious to layer with.

notes: gourmand (warm vanilla, brown sugar, marshmallow, caramel), amber (and ambery musk), florals (jasmine, orange blossom), nutty (almond, hazelnut, pistachio)

sorry simon’s scent notes are so long gourmand fragrances just have so many and they all smell good

[sweetvanilla222]

Pick A Fragrance ୨୧₊˚ʚ ;

messages from your higher self <3

you can pick based on appearance of the perfume bottle, or the notes which i will put below ♡ these fragrances are all by Le Monde Gourmand

pile 1 ~ thé matcha (notes: fig, cedar, matcha tea, bitter orange, vetiver)

pile 2 ~ chai épicé (notes: violet, fig, musk, lily of the valley, blonde woods)

pile 3 ~ fraise fouettée (notes: strawberry, banana, california orange, butter, heliotrope, coconut water, sugar, vanilla)

pile 1 - thé matcha

hello hello hellooooo. i got a feeling from your higher self that you're a bouncy person. i heard "free-looking" but also free-feeling. carefree kind of person. i'm getting taurus & sagittarius energy (could be significant placements or the house that they fall under in your astrology chart is calling your attention right now! for example, if you're a taurus rising, your higher self would be calling attention to your first house of identity, appearance, self-expression & such). if this resonates, it's extra confirmation that this is for you. i will also pull some paper slips with keywords for extra extra info <3

keywords: searcher & finder (got the message that you're a searcher/you spend lots of time searching but in a fulfilling sense), weekend, sequence, between the lines, triangle symbol (fire, so i'm getting you have a prominent fire placement), missing puzzle piece, "follow ♥︎", illusion, "full?", in the zone

cards: 7 of swords, 2 of swords, the world, page of cups

something your higher self is drawing your attention to is being more strategic when it comes to attaining something. to be more straightforward and honest with yourself. let's say you've been feeling lazy about getting a job but when you see, then fully accept that you have a Need to fulfill, you start to plan out how to attain that goal. you start with your resume, you pretty and polish it up, you create a profile, you start looking for jobs you'd be willing to work at. that's just an example of course, but something about getting real with yourself and getting organized as a result. your higher self is encouraging you very much and also protecting the situation for you. i definitely think they're being loud and clear about it, so if you've been seeing a lot of sings or been called to many readings recently, or been thinking heavily about a change you can make, that's them reaching out! "devote and dedicate yourself to what's important to you". you could be passionate about many things and have many goals but there's something here about re-prioritizing and organizing yourself so you don't overwhelm yourself with goals. take it step by step, one day at a time. just organize your thoughts, take the time to get to the root of your current needs. your higher self is highly recommending you to be decisive right now. and it'll be easier to make decisions once you organize yourself.

the way your higher self is seeing you right now is with pride. you are already so accomplished and maybe don't fully realize Just How Accomplished you are. not to the extent. so they want you to give yourself credit. compare your current self to a past version of yourself that wasn't as wise and didn't have as many tools, and you'll start to recognize just how many things you have done. you've overcome so much and your higher self is like "that's my girl" kind of vibe. you don't have to be a girl of course but it's that kind of feeling of a parent watching a child grow and gently guiding them towards success but really that child is doing so well on their own. but you can rely on them fully (your higher self). they want you to know they're always there for you and that you're so strong! also if you're into travel, they want you to know that you'll be able to do so much of it in your life, and that they'll protect you. "the biggest blessing you're receiving is that you're gonna start to get your shit together and take over the world" lol.

with lots of love, what they're working on and "crafting" up for you right now is: a new learning venture, a new passion/interest/love, an opportunity. take all of those as they resonate.

channeled songs: whenever, wherever by shakira, illusion by aespa, drip by izna, illusion by ateez, bus by travis

pile 2 - chai épicé

omg HIIII i got a burst of energy for this pile omg. i couldn't even spell LOL. okay. getting a cozy energy from this group like you could be a lover of comfort and all things mellow and relaxing. don't think you enjoy heavy and unpleasant media, which is some interesting wording so maybe you have a nice and adequate vocabulary or you're the kind of person that remains graceful in hard situations even if you're feeling quite intensely about something. i'm getting peaceful, pacifist, but strong vibes from you. your higher self really praises this because i think you've gone through quite an array of difficult experiences but you remain charming, kind, and loving. i just heard "i shed a tear", like i'm picturing your higher self and i think another guide of yours? perhaps an angel, or a "motherly" kind of spirit. definitely a feminine spirit. if saints resonate with you, i do feel that as well. you're definitely being commended for the person that you are. these are all intuitively channeled so far.

keywords: cheer up! signs, bad (i thought of bad, bad, bad by LANY), tell me, journey, set me free, zone, beauty, butterfly

cards: ace of pentacles, 6 of swords, king of cups, 4 of wands

first of all, your higher self is once again commending you for being the way you are. you are very balanced and well-rounded, seeing as we got an earth card, an air card, a water card, and a fire card. you have all the elements within you! and truthfully, we all do, but there's a tendency to lean into some elements more than others. you have the balance. you seem to really alchemize in your life and take in things that are important and necessary to you, leave out the rest, and create beauty. you spread it. i was also hearing that you're the kind of person that people talk about to their friends like. you make good impressions on others quite often. and you are respected. right now, your higher self is calling your attention to keeping your eyes peeled for some sort of promotion/upgrade. if you've been working on a project, they really want you to put it out there and do it your own way. there's a prosperous result on the horizon for you. so pay attention to any creative ideas, inspiration, and epiphanies that come your way! document them! clouds and hanging flowers could be positive signs that an idea of yours will come into bloom or have a very wonderful outcome <3 if you're interested in chakra work, i would suggest doing crown chakra activities/exercises during this time (feel free to look some up!) but yes, your higher self is saying to definitely move towards any creative endeavors right now. there are soooo many possibilities. a book that has really TRULY been super insightful to me as a writer and creative is "the creative act: a way of being" by rick rubin. if you're called to that, please please look into it! ♡

some blessings that your higher self is working on for you at this time are: a good support system, connection, compassion, important (& beautiful) gatherings, wish fulfillment (significant steps that you're taking in the 3D and 5D towards dreams of yours are shaping up into the physical and getting closer to you), celebrations (i also heard congratulations) 🎊🎂

i'm super duper excited for u and i think you're doing wonderfully. if you believe in fairytale endings, i do think that kind of energy is absolutely meant for you. things are happening pile 2!!!! keep movin' <3

channeled songs: bad, bad, bad by lany, any songs that have the keywords i mentioned at the beginning of your reading, such as "butterfly", congratulations by day6.

thank u for being here 🎀

pile 3 - fraise fouettée

welcome in, welcome in ♡ getting such a sweet vibe from this pile. magical. pink. if this isn't how you see yourself, maybe your higher self embodies that kind of pink, light, fluffy energy. i'm getting you could be really into pinterest, collaging, scrapbooking, ribbons, cake, dainty clothing, white clothing, be into fashion. getting a bit of jennifer aniston kind of energy.. your aura is definitely giving PINK. i also feel like you could smell very good (this is interesting bc the other two piles did not mention anything about the person smelling good despite this being a "pick a fragrance" lol) so i think you're very put together physically, and care a lot about how you present yourself. i think you take other people's feelings into consideration. you have a gentle leader kind of archetype. take that however it resonates. those were the intuitive messages i got, now for keywords!

keywords: bunny, wonder girls, "say ahh", like (with a heart on the i <3), black hair, hundreds, unlock, party, charm, cake, girl's generation (make u feel the heat), sensibility

cards: the fool, the star, 5 of swords, justice

let's get started! i'm getting that you're a smooth talker. you love talking or your passion has something to do with using your voice and really getting a point across to people. and i think you're naturally gifted at that whether you sense it or not. your higher self is reassuring you about this right now, and also bringing your attention to situations where you have to either be upfront with people, explain something to them (maybe some of you are tutors or teachers of some sort), or present ideas to people. so if things like that come up, it was divinely guided for sure. you are meant to really take in this situation and learn from it. i think a lot of doors are opening up for you at the moment, perhaps you're in a "blank canvas" part of your life right now. so many things you could do, so many ways you can go. and it's all up to you. i'm hearing "design your own life". if you're skilled in the arts, you are also skilled in manifestation. that was specifically for you. your higher self is really recognizing your potential right now, if in the past you had a hard time listening to your intuition, they're thanking you now for having faith. "it's not easy, but it's so beautiful and true to you and your journey". for some reason marie antoinette just popped into my mind. you could really influence people because of your natural abilities. and i do think you have lots of potential to gain a lot of recognition for them. big scale. the house that scorpio falls under in your astrology chart could be significant right now, so if you're curious, look into it! at first i was getting such a pretty vibe from this group, and you still are, but as i got more into it, I felt a very sharp and direct feeling from you. you could surprise a lot of people with your thoughts, way of commanding a room, and overall your approach to communication and life. very cool person if i do say so myself.

blessings that your higher-self is sending your way are coming out in quite a straightforward manner: karmic justice. people getting what they deserve. the truth being revealed. unveiling.

i think that your higher self has watched over every single situation where you've been treated unfairly by others. it's funny to them, because they know exactly why those people were acting that way, and they're just happy you won't end up that way. they want you to rest assured, you have nothing to worry about. you can leave all of that in the past, and know that they, and the rest of your guides are all here for you. standing next to you. protecting you. and giving you the wisdom to see through those kinds of situations. you become smarter and much more compassionate each step of the way. your higher self is really working on giving you a more gentle time of your life, full of light, forgiveness, and innocence. beautiful and positive relationships and experiences are coming your way.

channeled songs: smooth operator by sade, pity party by melanie martinez, tell me by wonder girls, dying by echobelly, closer to fine by indigo girls, see you by depeche mode

i got the idea for a "pick a fragrance" out of the blue but i have watched a video by Kino Tarot on youtube where she did this so inspiration was derived from her :D

thank you for being here ♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. 🌷

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hello, Hazel! Could I have a Divination Ritual for Diluc with jasmine, unakite and frankincense items? Thanks a lot ❣️💫

Jasmine (love, sensuality), Unakite (attraction), Frankincense (confidence) Diluc x gn reader | Divination Ritual warning: clumsy reader, reader smacks diluc in the face (on accident), pre-relationship pining,

Mondstadt. The City of Freedom, the city on the lake where troubles and worries rarely found hold, left in the absent gaze of their Archon. You loved it here.

The land. The people. The festivities that rolled around each season. A moment to welcome the spring, the Windblume festival in the summer, and a celebration to mark the fall of the land; though Mond rarely endured snowfall the people still enjoyed the festivities that came with the cooler seasons.

And it was this festival that drew the people from their homes and into the streets in jovial songs, lively dances, and tender moments with friends, family, and loved ones.

You watched your friends dancing, twirling, and spinning in the square. Their voices cascaded upward with the music, broken notes, and perfect harmonies. You laughed with them while they tried to coax you to join them.

"Come on!" they shouted, arms waving to bring you with them.

You shook your hands and stepped back into the crowd. You didn't mind dancing in your living room behind the safety of private walls that didn't care if you stumbled or ran into something, but, in public? You were okay with missing the opportunity.

It wasn't that you were a terrible dancer persay, just a clumsy one.

Your more spirited friend ran to you, her face bright in the swaying lanterns above. The shades of red, orange, and amber decorate the massive pillars draped in elegant cloth. If anyone deserved to be under them, it was certainly them.

"Please join us," she begged. Her hands cupped yours and tugged you gently toward the center of the square.

"I'll hurt someone. Remember last time?"

"It'll be fine! Come on - please? It's not as much fun without you." Her pouting lips twisted your resolve. She was so good at making you cave. If she had a vision, you were certain the world would be in danger.

"Fine, but just one song."

"Yay!" She snaked her fingers around your arm and pulled you to the rest of the group. They greeted you warmly, their arms rising and falling with the music as their feet danced in rhythms you couldn't follow.

It took you a moment to join in. Starting slow, and confined, you swayed back and forth and bounced with the beat until the infectious energy from your friends brought more from you. The rhythm picked up and so did you. You spun once, cheers from your friends encouraged you to do another, and soon you found yourself galavanting around the square with wild arms and a wide grin.

You didn't notice how close you were getting to the crowd, or hear your friends calling out in warning. And before long, you whirled yourself directly into the last man you wanted to smack in the face.

Hand collided with cheek, and you came to a violent stop and cried out in shocked apologies. "Archons! I'm so sor-" The color drained from you at the sight of Diluc Ragnvindr holding the side of his face. "I'm s-so sorry - I-"

"It's alright," he said but his hand muffled his words.

"Hold on, I'll be right ba-ah!" You pivoted to to run to one of the nearby stalls but you didn't see the pile of crates until it was too late. Your shin collided with the side, pitching you forward and straight toward the cobblestone. You flailed, hands scrambling to grab onto anything they could. An arm coiled around your waist, catching you inches before your face met the side of the crates and you steadied yourself by digging your fingers into your rescuer's coat.

Panting, you stared at the ground. People chattered around you, their voices rising and halting the music. Your friends rushed to your side while Diluc slowly helped you stand on your shaking legs. He kept his arm near your back, close enough for you to use it to steady yourself but far enough away that it didn't actually touch you.

'Are you alr-"

"Are you okay?" your friend asked, worry in her voice when she approached. She squeezed your arm and looked you over for injuries. There were none, Diluc made sure of that. "What happened?"

"It's fine. I'm alright just, being me," you said, a self-deprecating laugh fluttering up your throat. You turned your attention to Diluc. "Diluc I'm so so-"

"That looked so scary! Thank you for saving my friend, Master Diluc."

"It was no trouble," he replied with a curt nod. He seemed unfazed by what had happened, his expression even, even when he met your eyes. Heat bloomed in your cheeks - cheeks, cheek. You looked at his cheek. It was red, and a slight cut peeked through the discoloration.

"You're hurt," you said while your friends roared on beside you.

Diluc lifted his hand a partial way but stopped before touching the injury. "It's no worry. Think nothing of it."

You didn't like that.

"Maybe we should go take a break? We could eat something, play one of the games by the church?" your friend suggested, and the rest of them nodded.

"Yeah, I think we've danced plenty."

"Come on."

Your friend tugged on your arm but you navigated free of their touch and instead held them instead. "Go on without me."

"What? Why?"

"I'll come find you, okay?" You smiled, nodded quickly, and tried to convey a thousand conversations in the intensity of your eyes. She seemed to understand when you turned back to Diluc and grabbed his wrist. "I'm sorry, but will you follow me for a second?"

You didn't give him a chance to respond as you tugged him through the crowd to one of the more secluded areas away from the lively festivities.

---

"This will be a little cold," you explained and carefully poured water onto your small hand rag. Caping your container, you shifted to the bench so you could better see the cut on Diluc's face. It was small, thin, but bright red. You frowned. "I'm really sorry about this," you said as you pressed the rag to his cheek.

"You've already sufficiently apologized."

"Yeah, but it doesn't feel like enough." A trail of red soaked into the water and you shook your head. "I hope this doesn't leave a scar."

"It wouldn't matter if it did."

You huffed at his comment. "It absolutely would. I'm not about to be the talk of the down because I damaged the most handsome bachelor's face with my dancing." You dragged the rag over his cheek one last time before folding it so you could pat it dry. Without thinking you held his chin so his head didn't jostle.

"-some."

"Huh, what did you say?"

"You called me, 'handsome.'

You froze, rag against his cheek, fingers against his chin and when you met his eyes you forgot words for a moment. You scrunched your nose and focused on the cut. "It's common knowledge."

"Is it?"

"Yes. Have you looked at yourself?" -- what are you saying??? "Anyway, hold still."

"Am I not?"

"Fine, then stop talking for a second."

Diluc said nothing else while you finished your impromptu first-aid. If you were a vision user you might have been able to heal this in an instant, though with your luck your vision would be more likely to kill on accident than do any real good.

"There, I think that's about as good as it can get. Might go check with a healer at the church though."

"It's fine," he said and touched his cheek with his gloved fingers.

You slung your bag back over your head and adjusted it until it rested comfortably against you. Diluc stood first and for a moment you were sad. Perhaps you should have taken longer. It was nice. Being close to him like that.

"Will you return to the festivities?" he asked.

"Probably. I'm sure my friends are waiting for me."

"Ah, I see." His head dropped for a moment, eyes downcast but when you shifted on the bench they moved to you, as did his hand. "Here."

You paused, staring at his upturned palm. Nervous, you slowly lifted your own but hesitated at the last second. You could feel the leather, featherlight and rough against your skin.

Glancing at Diluc, you met his eyes and felt your breath catch in your chest. He wasn't looking at you, not really, he was looking at your hand. Fixated even. When you let it rest in his, your heart fluttered at the way his expression softened and the corner of his lips lifted slightly.

He helped you to your feet and you welcomed in the warmth his presence brought.

"Then I shall escort you," he said, his gaze lingering on your hand.

"Are you going to go back? To the festival I mean?" you asked and searched his face for answers to the countless questions floating up your throat.

You had known Diluc for so long. Had helped him during busy nights at the tavern, assisted him with supplies, and even helped him with the advertisement of his specialty drinks. Delusional thoughts had clouded your mind once before but this felt different.

You recognized that stare, that want in his eyes. You had it yourself each time you looked at him.

"Unfortunately I must return to the tavern."

"Work never stops for you, does it?"

"It does not."

You swallowed and breathed. "I can help. I mean, if you want?"

Diluc's gaze rose to your face and you hoped you looked alright. "Your offer is considerate but you should be with those you care about tonight."

"Okay."

He pulled his hand away and though he smiled, it didn't reach his eyes. He stepped back and began to walk toward the festival. "Then let us -"

"Let me spend it with you." Your heart beat wildly while you waited for him to register your words, to hear you for what might have been the first time in your life. Hand trembling, you held it out for him and waited, waited with the same erratic heart that - hopefully - felt the same moments ago when you sat on the bench.

Diluc stared at you. The seconds crawled by agonizingly slow and your mind screamed to take it back. To call the whole thing a joke and run back to the safety of your friends but as soon as he stepped toward you and took your hand in his, all those thoughts fell to the cobblestone like dormant leaves in the fall.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

Master Anthology

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

[lounesdarbois]

Paris aux approches de Noël à l'époque, il y a longtemps, combien c'était beau. Les porches, les entrées éclairées, les hautes fenêtres avec leur rideaux là-haut, la branche qui dépasse d'un sapin décoré, les moulures aperçues d'un plafond illuminé. Je regardais tout cela enfant depuis en bas, depuis la rue. Et en arrière-plan le soir était la pénombre des parcs avec leurs feuillages balancés au vent derrière les grilles en fer. Émergeant ça et là, les gens, les familles surtout, une chose rare aujourd'hui, les gens étaient en famille. Des pères à l'allure fringante, de jeunes mères avec chacune plusieurs enfants, très rangés, très élégants, très heureux. Un monde comme mon monde, chez mes grands-parents. Le monde comme un prolongement tranquille de mon monde. Le décor des logements bourgeois dans des films comme Les Visiteurs, Opération Corned-Beef, Le père Noël est une ordure, étaient tous semblables au logement principal et secondaire de mes grands-parents, ainsi la vie future serait une tranquille continuité entre la vie privée et la vie publique, et la France remise à l'endroit par ces visites chez ces Anciens avait forcément raison contre la montée des "voyous" comme on disait, à partir du collège. J'avais une seule famille. Un havre de paix quelque part, un refuge, une base. Quand j'ai compris avec le temps que c'était ma seule famille, vu mes origines, alors que tout le monde en avait deux, cette base est devenue aussi un but, et même un idéal.

La fête que c'était, Paris, enfant, avant Noël. La foule variée des restaurants, des cafés, tout cela inondé de lumière qui devait ne jamais s'éteindre. Il y avait la vie quelque part, cela existait, il suffisait de le savoir pour s'en retourner rassuré dans sa banlieue éteinte affronter la montée des "voyous" qui s'éteindrait forcément bientôt, car les méchants finissent au bagne disait Le Bouillon.  Paris, les grands magasins. Le Printemps. Les Galeries Lafayette. Le métro avec ses publicités immenses pour La Samaritaine. Le Trocadéro. Les églises. Les gares pleines de voyageurs avec des skis. Les sapins triomphants dans les halls des palaces. Les avenues bordées d'immeubles en pierre, illuminés du dedans, peuplés de familles françaises qui attendaient Noël comme nous. Les guirlandes électriques dans les rues. Les spectacles bondés de foule française heureuse pendant les jours qui précédent immédiatement Noël, les jours de cette réjouissance progressive, 19 Décembre, puis 20, 21, de mieux en mieux le 22, le 23, puis le 24. Les libraires, les bistrots, les teinturiers, les écoles, les salons de coiffure, les marchands de gravure, les détaillants en spiritueux. Partout la vie. 1995. 1990. 1988, et avant. Larmes fréquentes rien que d'y penser. Cette lugubre, hideuse impression de fin de tout aujourd'hui, dans l'indifférence dépeuplée, cynique, impie, technologique. Tout cela beaucoup trop violent, beaucoup trop méchant quand on est seul, quand on est loin, quand le train qui vous dit "complet" part sans vous et qu'on s'essouffle à le rattraper. Parti au vent le parc Monceau, et le Ranelagh, le manège en bois, la boulangerie, le marchand de caddies à motifs écossais en bas de la rue. Cette ville grise à l'extérieur et si chaude, si lumineuse, si proprette dès que l'on entrait quelque part. Auteuil, l'arrêt "Jasmin" sur la ligne du 9, la légende, la ligne qui mène aux Champs-Elysées et au virage Boulogne, à la bourgeoisie et au combat. Et le musée de la marine, et l'aile Denon au Louvre, le théâtre de Chaillot, Guimet, et les petits cinémas du 16ème qui donnaient Maman j'ai raté l'avion en 1990. Et les vieux appareils électriques oranges, notamment le presse-agrume, le couteau électrique qui fait des fines tranches de rôti, le hachoir à jambon, la yaourtière. Et la noble charité filiale, légère, facile, dégagée, qui nimbait tout cela dans un ordre qui avait toujours été, qui serait toujours, grâce auquel nous n'aurions jamais à nous inquiéter de rien.

Et aujourd'hui... À six heures du matin rugit le hurlement des poids-lourds qui redémarrent au feu rouge (le pauvre visage effondré des routiers moldaves à la proue de 20 tonnes de béton sur métal qu'ils ont conduit toute la nuit). Les embouteillages, les rues défoncées, les palais noircis qui s'enfoncent dans la boue du sol détrempé. Plus de jobs. Plus de prolétariat. Plus rien. Recommencer à "gagner sa vie" là-dedans seul, abandonné en rase campagne. Sueurs froides et halètement. Je repense à Houellebecq, Soral, à ces lectures de 2000-2010, à des phrases comme "la société où vous vivez à pour but de vous détruire", ou "ils ont été emasculé par la violence du système", ou encore "vous étudiants, êtes voués à un monde de mensonge, de saloperie et de violence". Dire que cela me semblait exagéré à l'époque... Tout est contre nous et personne ne fait rien. Et puis un pays noir. Des rues noires sous un temps noir. Population verdâtre, visages froncés, bouches mal fermées, dents avides. Société excrémentielle. Pluie noire sur les dos voûtés, lavés à l'eau sale, qui rentrent par des cages d'escalier aveugles dans des bâtiments opaques aux vitres fumées d'où ne sort ni lumière ni branche de sapin, ni familles rangées. À côté de cela, les "consultants" badge au cou dans leur voiture payée par la prétendue union, prétendument européenne, et les "double paye sans enfant". Il n'y en a plus que pour les sournois suceurs. Un tel degré de saloperie, une entreprise aussi monstrueuse, devrait se payer par vingt Sinn Fenn par jour, méthodiques, fanatiques de justice en faveur des pauvres.

[theungracefulpasterie]

Second part of @imaushisimp 's request !

A/N : Sorry for the long time I took, I got a lot of exams and I had a hard time finding inspiration. Anyways, hope you'll like it !! (It'll still be in French as you have requested)

P.O.V : You throw a surprise party for him (Dazai)

Warning : get a tiny tiny bit heated towards the end.

Dazai

Ça fait 2 ans que tu fais partie de l'Agence, 2 ans qu'un certain homme parsemé de bandages sur tout le corps est entré dans ta vie. L'année dernière, lors de votre anniversaire, c'est Dazai qui a tout organisé. Mais cette année, tu as décidé que c'était ton tour de faire de cette journée la meilleure. Tu décida donc de faire de cette fête une surprise et de convié tout les membres de l'Agence.

~~little timeskip~~

Tu avais tout prévu. Vous alliez passer toute une après-midi à fêter votre amour avec tout vos amis, puis une balade au parc entre amoureux au crépuscule pour admirer le coucher du soleil et enfin pour finir la soirée chez toi.

"Bon, c'est quand que je peux voir ?", dit-il impatiemment. Tu lui avais mis les mains devant les yeux et essayait de le guider tant bien que mal à le guider jusqu'au bureau.

"Oh mais attends !!", tu soupiras parce que t'avais l'impression de parler à un enfant. Vous étiez enfin arrivé devant la porte et tu lui enlevas tes mains de ses yeux. "C'est bon, tu peux ouvrir la porte !".

Il ouvrit la porte quand tout le monde cria "Surprise !!" et sauta sur lui, à ça de l'écraser au sol avec leur poids. Tu éclatas de rire et il se leva endolori.

"C'est pas drôle !", dit-il en faisant semblant de faire des yeux de chien battu pour attiser ta pitié. Il reprena son air sérieux et admira toute la décoration. "C'est... c'est toi qui a fait ça ?", dit-il en te regardant comme si il te croyait pas.

"Et oui ! Avec l'aide de tout le monde bien sûr...", tu répondis en regardant ailleurs et en rougissant. Dazai venu vers toi, entoura ta taille avec un de ses bras et te pris par le menton et approcha son visage du tien et dit d'une voix suave et séducteur comme il sait bien le faire : "C'est magnifique, ça te reflète parfaitement chéri." Et il t'embrassa tendrement. Tu entouras tes bras autour de son cou et tu te laissas faire par ce baiser envoûtant. Tout le monde sifflait et vous disait de réserver pour ce soir, à quoi tu leur répondis tout rouge "CE N'EST PAS VOS AFFAIRES !!".

Vous passiez une après-midi fabuleuse avec tout le monde quand tu remarquas que le ciel était déjà d'un orange doré. "Osamu, ça te dit une balade au parc ?", demandas-tu en lui tendant ta main. Il la prit et se leva. "Avec plaisir, mon amour~", répondit-il, plus amoureux que quiconque. Ton cœur palpitait tellement il était sexy en paroles et en apparence. Tu pouvais pas croire que la vie t'avait béni avec un homme comme ça.

Vous marchiez dans le parc main dans la main, en parlant de tout et de rien et en admirant la nature. Ce que Dazai aimait chez toi était ton amour pour la nature, c'était peut-être le seul domaine dans lequel tu le dépassais, lui et son gros cerveau. Et c'était ça le problème, tu savais que son intellect le permettait de prédire carrément l'avenir.

Vous vous asseyez donc sur un banc, admirant le coucher du soleil. Tu posas ta tête sur son épaule et lui dis :

"Tu le savais depuis le début pour cette surprise, hein ?"

Après quelques secondes, il disa avec de l'embarras dans sa voix :

"Haha... malheureusement...", il était également très nerveux. "Mais pour être honnête, même si je l'avais déjà prévu, les moments qu'on a passé ensemble et avec tout le monde m'ont beaucoup touché et ça, tu vois, c'est quelque chose que je n'arrive jamais à prédire."

Tu lui souris et répondis :

"Merci d'avoir jouer le jeu, vraiment... c'est ça que j'aime chez toi, Osamu. Même si tu sais déjà ce que je veux faire avec toi, tu ne laisses jamais ton intelligence gâcher le moment et tu laisses libre cours à tes sentiments et aux sentiments des autres. Et ça, je te suis à jamais reconnaissant. Je t'aime, Osamu."

Il sourit à ta réponse et te regarda tendrement.

"Moi aussi je t'aime." Il posa ses mains sur ton visage et t'embrassa. Il inséra sa langue dans ta bouche et domina ta langue. Tu te laissas faire et vous commenciez à vous allonger sur le banc, Dazai au-dessus de toi, continuant à te rouler une pelle. Ton pantalon commença à devenir trop inconfortable au niveau de ton entrejambe, pareil pour Dazai. Quand tu te rendis compte que ça commençait à devenir torride et que vous étiez encore en public, tu te rappellas de la dernière étape de ta surprise. Tu séparas tes lèvres des siennes, à son grand désarroi, et dis :

"Chez moi ?~"

Il sourit sournoisement et répondit :

"J'ai cru que tu le demanderais pas~"

A/N : At last, it's over !! My first time writing a more heated story, I'm not too good at this yes but I wanted to try, so I would like feedback ! Don't hesitate y'all to request more things, I'd be happy to make them !!

[altherasart]

Gruseliger Zombie mit Kürbissen und Mondvon AltherasArt

Entdecken Sie unseren gruseligen Zombie in Cartoonform, der von Kürbissen umgeben ist, während der Mond orangefarben scheint. Eine Fledermaus vervollständigt das schaurige Ambiente. Holen Sie sich jetzt dieses Halloween-Motiv!

[syahan-system]

★ Full Teammate List! ★

This is a list of only our identified/recognized teammates. If we don’t know about them, we can’t list them.

Unless stated otherwise, their age is assumed to be the same as the body’s age. In no particular order:

★ Unclustered ★

CB, she/her (host)

Fae, she/her

James, he/him

Loop, she/they

Mal Du Pays, it/it

Mal Du Monde, he/him

The mediator, he/him

The planner, he/him

Radio, he/it

Siffrin, he/they

Lucie, she/her

Odile, she/her

Euphrasie, she/her

Feedback, he/it

OS, he/him

♦︎ The Red Cluster ♦︎

Seff, he/him, little

Axel, he/him

Leon, he/him

★ The Blue Cluster ★

Blue, he/him, little

Fold, he/him

Nem, he/him

♣︎ The Orange Cluster ♣︎

Coelle, she/her, little (5-7)

Beatrice (prefers Bea), she/her, 15 or 16

Melinoe (prefers Mel), she/her

☆ The Black Cluster ☆

Shade, he/him, little

??? (We know they exist, but don’t know who they are)

[ecrisettaistoi]

La Terre est rouge orange sanguine

.

.

.

Le monde manque de

poésie,

c'est un fait plutôt bien

établi,

des pétales de pensées

au lieu de balles insensées,

des rimes et des mots choisis

pour autant de crimes et de morts

aléatoires,

des rafales d'amour, des bombardements d'émotion, des rivières de sentiments plutôt que de sang,

oui,

le monde manque de poésie

mais

c'est pourtant la solution

pour ne jamais

mettre de point

final

à l'histoire

.

.

.

[carraways-son]

Lundi

Grâce aux agrumes en pots, la terrasse est ensoleillée même sous la pluie. C'est un vrai plaisir de voir rougir les mandarines et jaunir les oranges. L'attente prend des couleurs. Hier, via Skype, le Kid nous a joué spontanément trois morceaux à la guitare et récité un poème. C'était trop beau. "Chacune des joies que tu éprouves est un secret de plus arraché à la monotonie du monde." (Alain Jouffroy, Le roman vécu).

[c-t-r-l14]

See You Again

“I said I’m ‘bout to go to war,

And I don’t know if I’ma see you again.”

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Synopsis: You find yourself wide awake, thinking about Dontis.

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“The sky was a shade of purple yesterday”.

A knot formed in your chest, and your whole body felt hollow. Heat bloomed throughout your entire being, and beads of sweat formed on your forehead as you typed.

“Yes, but the clouds rolled into orange hues.”

The overwhelming feeling of dread formed in the pit of your stomach, and you swayed slightly where you stood. You sucked in a deep, shaky breath and your whole body began to shake. You never would’ve guessed how two seemingly harmless sentences had such a profound effect on you. But, it made sense. Those words were the harbinger of war, and your beloved Dontis was in the very heart of the battlefield. With war, comes pain, and with pain, comes death, and it was a very likely possibility that Dontis could end up as a casualty. And, although this was something you’ve already realized, this stark, and very possible reality hasn’t hit you yet.

Feeling strangely detached from your own body, you started to get ready for bed.

……..

By the time you’ve emerged from the shower, night had fallen. The moon was out—its white radiance illuminating the midnight blue sky. There weren’t many stars peeking overhead that night, but the beautiful lights of the city that lived underneath the vast sky made up for it. You sighed inwardly, feeling hollow yet again. He would’ve loved this.

You remembered the first time you stayed in New Orleans with him. It was such an unfamiliar place—the city was bustling—full of rich culture, and people from many backgrounds, humans and supernatural beings alike. It was there where you finally saw what Dontis was trying to tell you when you two first met. There IS a place where everyone could live in harmony—without threat or fear. Without needing to hide. And that place was New Orleans. You remembered how Dontis beamed with absolute delight as he planned out what exactly you guys were going to do there, figuring out ways on how to make your stay so memorable, “that you’d never want to leave”—or however he put it. And if it were anyone else, they would’ve been smiling from ear to ear, eager to help with the planning, trying to find what days to go sightseeing at what time, and at what place; but all you could really think about was the recent revelations you’ve come to know, and how you’ve spent so many years of your life living a lie. Your hands were stained with the blood of so many people just to get this far—to finally catch the incubus who made your father go “missing.” And now the same incubus that you worked so hard to find stood before you, happily ranting about how exquisite Cafe du Monde’s cuisine was, and how you two should totally stop there for lunch tomorrow when he takes you on a tour around the city.

You let out a loud, hearty laugh—one that came from the very pit from your stomach, one so strong that it bounced from the back of your throat and reverberated against the buildings and streets. You couldn’t find the irony any more hilarious.

“What is so funny?” Dontis inquired, a bit confused as to why you were laughing seemingly out of nowhere.

“It’s just really crazy how just a little while ago, I had you tied up and chained in my basement. I never would’ve guessed that our lives—our relationship would go from that, to you planning on taking me on a grand tour around the city,” you chuckled, wiping a tear from your eye.

Dontis smiled—a smile that you grew fond of. A smile you’ve come to love.

“Ah, yes. Life could be crazy and unpredictable. But it could also be beautiful and exciting. Filled with anticipation and a bit of wonder. It’s for us to enjoy, if we allow ourselves to do that.”

You stared deeply into his eyes—his irises as gray as storm clouds, flecks of gold and brown peeking its way through the grey colored ocean that was his eyes. Soft and sweet. Warm and inviting. Loving and kind. And that was the first time you truly got to admire how gorgeous Dontis was. Your lips stretched into a toothy grin.

“Well,” You said, running your hand into your hair, “I’m glad you’re here to show me just how great life can be.”

And on this night, the moon was out, its white radiance on display for all to see.

The sky tinted in the shade of midnight blue.

Not a single star peeking overhead. The streets lined with city lights, and a bustling city that lived under the vast sky.

And it was a night just like this one, where you found love.

Your eyes began to sting and you crossed your arms, your nails digging into your skin to prevent yourself from falling into pieces. The reality struck you so hard that it almost knocked you over. Dontis may never come back, and that reality was too much to bear. And although you’ve made the decision to stay behind, you found yourself wishing that you went with him. You spent so many years of your life using your skills to hurt people, and it all amounted to nothing. But, this could’ve been your chance to actually put those skills to good use—to help and protect the ones you love instead of hurting and killing people for them. But it was all too late now. You let out a loud, forceful sob—one that came from the very pit of your stomach, one that clawed its way out of your throat, and made your chest tighten and burn. You sunk to the bed, your nails digging deeper and deeper into your skin. You had no idea what you’d do without him. He was the only person you actually gave a damn about. He was the only person you had ever truly loved. Being alone again in this world was a reality that you couldn’t handle. It was a reality that you weren’t willing to accept.

You laid in bed, although, you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

Because Dontis had gone to war, and he had taken your heart with him.

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A/N: I remember listening to the audio where Dontis was saying goodbye to listener, and honestly his whole interaction with them just killed me inside. Dontis was the whole reason why listener was able to settle down in the first place—and he gave them the opportunity to actually live a life that didn’t have anything to do with violence and death. So, to see that the one person who taught you how to live your life now going off to risk their own, with a very big possibility of not coming back—just made me feel for them so bad.

I’m trying to get better at writing dialogue for these characters, so if there is any improvement that needs to be made, don’t hesitate to let me know!

That you so much for reading, ya’ll! 🧡

Masterlist

[prophctic]

the anthology | coven

ivy was certain she'd never felt heat quite like this before.

it was hot in the summers in new england, certainly; closer to the coast the humidity was higher than it was inland, and summer nights on the cape were often made warmer due it the proximity to water. but new england summers, even at the coast, were nothing compared to summers in new orleans. they were deeper south than she had ever been, so close to the gulf they could walk to it's shores, and the moment she stepped outside she found herself sweating. she found herself sticking to the merciful shade of the spanish moss-draped oak trees during the daytime, hesitant to step out from under their branches even to cross the street, and nighttime came as a blissful relief.

another blessing, aside from the shade cast by the massive, romantic trees that lined the streets, was the fact that the city seemed to take air conditioning very seriously. the moment she stepped inside a building, she was instantly cooled down. even the insulation on containers seemed somehow superior to anything she'd experienced on the east coast; the cup of frozen coffee she'd gotten at cafe du monde earlier in the day stayed icy cold for hours, it's to-go cup protecting it somehow from the oppressive summer heat.

ivy suspected magic was involved, not only because of the impressive insulation on the cup, but because of the twinkle in the baristas eye as she'd paid.

magic was everywhere here, but so different from the way it was imbued within society in salem. residents of salem who were human still believed in witchcraft, certainly, and seemed well aware it was a part of their city's history. here, though, even humans seemed to openly not only be aware of, but embrace, the supernatural. sigils were carved into planters, and people left offerings at the voodoo temple or shopped for candles to cure their ills or sorrows; people returning from the bayou openly spoke of hearing a rougarou call or seeing the lights of a fifolet. they were a part of things, not just aware of things; even if they were not supernatural themselves, the people of this city seemed aware of it and respectful of it; open to the help of the paranormal, yet aware of it's boundaries. it was fascinating in a beautiful way.

a third blessing came from the originals, who, despite the salem refugees insistence on paying their own way once they could, were looking out for them nevertheless. clothes appeared in their wardrobes overnight; comfortable shorts and shirts that would keep them cool in the summer heat. a few dresses even appeared, including a vintage dolce and gabbana slip dress that made gemma squeal, and that had left her spinning on the balcony and jumping up and down with excitement.

gemma wore the same dress now as they traipsed to the new orleans library under the blazing sunset, all vibrant reds and pinks and oranges silhouetted behind palm trees. it was so different than anything ivy had grown up seeing; it was all so beautiful.

"won't the library be closed when we get there?" willow inquired hesitantly, still afraid to break the rules.

"ajani said they were staying open late for us," ivy said, feeling almost as hesitant as they approached the steps. as if on cue, ajani opened the door, smiling out at them.

"ah, there you are! come in, come in! i have a friend who works here; she offered to let us have the place to ourselves tonight for research purposes." ajani held the door for the coven members as they filtered inside, ivy's eyes widening as she took in the vast collection of books before her.

"a few more friends will be joining us, so i will wait by the door to let them in. please, feel free to browse until then if you would like."