#polish romantism

[w-miescie-krzyk]

[kissingarthurclaus]

I am nothing if I don't follow the whims of my heart wherever they may lead!!! Lazytown self insert!! 😳💖💖

She lives in Lazytown and I'm debating whether to make her Stephanie's cousin or just another citizen, but either way the particular reason she isn't as active as she could be is she's scared of EVERYTHING. Yes, I've thrust upon her my issues with anxiety (inspired partly by the recent wave I've been experiencing over the past few days 😅) she's scared of cars, birds, germs, certain types of bugs, and it leads to her feeling safer at home.

The lessons she learns with Sportacus and the others are to teach that even though the world can be scary, you can overcome it and get out there and experience all the good in it! 🥺💖

Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @changeling-selfship @crushes-georg @miutonium @cherry-bomb-ships @rosieaurora @rejaytionships @sunflawyer @in-true-blue-love @tropicalgothships @little-miss-selfships @cupiidzbow (as always pls let me know if you need to be added or removed!)

[abnormes]

Lying Female Nude by Victor Casimir Zier (1881)

[emilyscastlevania]

Cathedral inspired rings by Regal Rose

[a-frostitty-ninja]

[bezsenn-osc]

[psykopaths]

The Devil (1972)

Dir Andrzej Zuławskí

[theorphicallure]

I’m a different woman with you. And I don’t like myself that way.

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Cold War (2018).

[chopinbabe]

🗣️RANKING all CHOPIN SCULPTURES‼️🥵

So apparently FC musuem has a new special exhibition of 16 Chop Chop busts 🗿 mmmmmmph yummy

Since he’s my POOKIE 😘 I revisited Warsaw again🇵🇱‼️

JUST LOOK AT THIS 🧿👄🧿

(Damn boi I literally SCREAMED)

🗣️RANKINGS BELOW🗣️

[w-miescie-krzyk]

[burningshellenberger]

który romantyczny poeta

[jeanivere]

more hands but its of my favs

[rambunctioustoons]

porch lights and fireflies

reader/moon, word count 1000

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Your socked feet quietly stalk along the hardwood. Groggily trying to evade triggering the call of creaky floors, stumbling your steps as you do. 

Led between the cracks of unpolished maple right up to the suspiciously wide open doorway. Unfocused sleepy gaze not deceiving you for once. 

Moon sat alone on the porch, huddled into himself. Dimmed painted casting blended right in with the night time sky, but his hat had always been a dead give away in the dark. 

Feeling your breath catch in your throat. So often darting away from you these days, you half expect his nimble limbs to straight up and bolt away from you into the forest. So many times as he had before. 

But you can't get your hopes up. "Hey," You say, barely above a murmur. Tightening the throw blanket wrapped around your shoulders, feeling the fibres brush up tightly along your fingertips. Time slowing almost. 

Choosing to approach. Hesitantly moving forward past the doorway, past the burn out porch lights. It shuffles further away from you, evading looking at you entirely. But not running, not bolting. 

"Good to see you." 

Polite statement radiating hollow, you could do better than that. Sitting down next to him, the squeak of protest from worn down wooden steps earning you a creaky twitch of his face plate. A faint chime of the bell from his hat. 

"go sleep." He tuts. Tone lacking the heeded warning it usually had. No walled in corridors anymore to chase you in, free reign surrounding you. 

Left fumbling on if that had been the reason you've barely seen him since the 'Plex. Sun having no answers, and leaving assurances in place of words you'd just needed to hear. Dancing around concerns with hurried careful statements, but never quick enough to turn away when a faint worried hum wobbled from his casting. 

If it's more freedom he'd wanted, that they'd both wanted, you'd be more than happy to oblige. More than happy to help if they'd just stopped reverting back to old habits. Shutting you out of whatever was happening. 

This was all still new, rubbed raw like skinned knees on asphalt. 

"Go charge." You settle on, getting much too comfortable much too quick. Sliding ever so slightly closer to him proves to be a mistake. 

Shifting away again, balancing himself half off the top step at this point, goosebumps of shame prickling along your neck. Face flush as you pull back again. 

"Sorry-.. I just- I miss you.”

Words crumbling out into the open air. Brisk cold breeze cupping your cheeks, as you hear another squeak. 

Much too sharp to emit from wood, but, there's no solace to be had if your fretting breaks the stairs. Quickly getting off the stairs, out of his space. The sprawl of cold ground trickling up your legs. 

Facing his direction upright, you catch him holding a throw blanket bundled in his lap. Little time to really question it, assuming it to be some kind of comfort. One he couldn't find with you.

Made sense, in some regard you suppose. Your visage is a direct reminder of the fever dream nightmare you'd all rescued each other from. 

Celestial bots gaze turned down away from you, pinprick pupils avoiding meeting yours at any cost. Desperate to reach out, you just can't help but open your mouth again. 

"I couldn't sleep, doesn't look like you could either. I—" 

The folded bundle on their lap, rustling and shrilling sharp. Their widened eyes meeting yours, clutching the displeased creature tighter. 

It's only now, you notice a striped bushy tail peeking out from the blanket. Wiggling and swishing in dis-contempt. 

In the end, little feisty claws are no match for his clutches. A raccoon, bolts from under the covers and out into the open. Blurry haze of fur illuminated by startled, scattered fireflies. 

Moon's stance no longer hunch, sprawling themselves out lengthwise along the steps in woeful defeat. Arms outstretched and flopped against the ground. 

That solves one problem. 

You know the answer. You know. You ask anyway.

"...You were trying to bring that inside?" You ask anyway, deadpan. Fighting the wobble of amusement threatening to upturn your mouth to a grin. 

"it's small, and alone." He mumbles. "likes peach slices." 

That. Explains why the peaches kept going missing, and Sun's insistence the fruit just goes bad super duper quick. Yet straight up refused to quit buying heaps of peaches. Glazed fruit decorated in smoothies and pies just didn't justify the madness. 

"It's got friends nearby," Leaning against the worn banister. "I'm sure of it." 

Moon hums. An off centred acknowledgement it hears you, but. He's for sure going to keep trying to bring raccoons into the house. 

No dice convincing him otherwise. Roaming around the yard, settling to lay down on a patch of overgrown grass. Your gaze trailing sleepily between the stars. 

"Is that what you've been doing out here, all this time?" 

"sometimes."  

Slinking down the rest of the stairs, crawling over to you to nestled up against your side in an impressive but entirely unnecessary half roll to get to you. 

Face plate pressed flat to the ground, theatrically slumping himself down. Like his whole body had participated in a sigh. 

A click somewhere in his upper casting, chiming alongside you as you'd giggled. 

Something gauges you'd been a front seat witness to an impatient attempt to whisk the creature inside. Too bad you'd missed the other attempts then, or joined in supplying the demand for treats. 

Moon stays pressed down in the grass, dawned in a t-shirt and hastily sown together pants. Often radiating lukewarm or cold, you've never known the temperature to bother him much. 

"We should name it," Names spurring immediately to mind, but you hadn't swaddled it like a baby. Didn't think that gave you any real leeway. "The raccoon." You add. 

Casually slipping the throw blanket out from under you, tossing it over the two of you. Moon making no attempt to move away. 

Muffled voice eventually piping up from the twilight grass blades. "peaches.” 

[metamorphesque]

This year again there is spring, spring incredibly familiar, so why does poetry suffocate on its own breath.

This Year Again There Is Spring, Halina Poswiatowska

[a-frostitty-ninja]

[bezsenn-osc]