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[sproutedlavender]

I'm tired of everyone saying "life is hardddd" or "nothing comes easy" or, even better "you don't deserve to be happy when so many other people are suffering".

Stop thinking that way! You deserve good things!!! You deserve to be happy and to manifest the life of your dreams. Everything is energy, you literally have the power of reality in your hands. How amazing is that!? FEEL GOOD and manifest your dreams babe.

If negativity shows up, karate chop it in the face and move on. this is your life, you decide what happens. So stop wasting time! Your dream life is waiting for you!!!!!!

Love, Andie ❤️🥰

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[brayneworms]

fearful, wonderful | scaramouche

general tags. kabukimono!scaramouche, trans!scaramouche, yokai!reader, gender-neutral reader, slowburn, yokai lore/imagery, very slowburn, food consumption/eating, tatarasuna.

content warnings. gender dysphoria, allusions to war and death.

word count. 5k

notes. this is an 18+ blog. minors and ageless accounts do not interact, you will be blocked.

synopsis. the puppet learns the horrors of the body.

masterlist | prev | next | ao3

III. SHED YOUR KNUCKLE VELVET, TORN ON MY TEETH.

Winter aches by. 

The puppet had come to you in the middle of it, and now even as you watched, bunches of green leaves had begun to sprout upon the skeletal limbs of the trees. Exactly as predicted, the pathway up to the Hisehide’s house iced over, and those hacked-up cornstalks along with it. The puppet eyed them as warily as one might drawn blades, and insisted on holding your sleeve when you passed them. 

As the days and then weeks unroll before you, the ground becomes crunchy with ghostly frost, and you’re able to see your breath in wisps as it escapes your mouth. A thick sheet of ice sweeps over the lake near your house and remains there staunchly for weeks, glittering whitely in the smudgy watercolour sun. The sky overhead is blanketed in dense clouds, dove-grey and swollen-looking, prone to pouring rain, sleet or snow as they saw fit. 

Winter aches by, and the puppet gets a name. 

It’s not you who gives it to him—that still feels wrong, feels grimy. Feels parental. And it becomes increasingly clear as the weeks pass that whatever you are to the puppet, it is not a parent. You’re scarcely even a mentor. You’re the owner of the house he sleeps him, the one who collects him from his tutoring lessons. The one who still hasn’t told him about the gold feather in your cupboard, or the Electro mark on his nape. You’re not even sure why. 

Kabukimono. Strange things. The name that had stuck to the puppet as the townspeople slowly accustomed to his presence. Nobody knew the extent of what he was, nobody but you and Niwa and Katsuragi (though you suspected Honoka knew, too, with the way she never quite seemed to leave her children alone in either of your presence). They did not know he was inhuman, but they seemed to sense it on him. That particular feeling you are accustomed to. 

There is a bird that frequents the lavender melon tree outside of your door. A blackbird, sweet and silent. Kabukimono becomes fascinated with her. He leaves dried fruits and cracked chestnuts outside on the frozen earth to peck at, and when he sees that she’s poking at his offerings he scampers to the window to watch. Over the course of around a week, he gains her trust. 

One day you walk outside to find the blackbird perched on his finger. His expression is soft and open with wonder, as though awe had pulled him apart from the inside. His eyes round as pennies, lips parted. One of the porch steps creaked under your foot, and the blackbird twitched and took wing. 

Still. One of the children nearby you owned a cat. It was never going to end well. But you wish you would have warned him. 

You were woken early one morning by a scream. Any fatigue left you with a jolt, and when you peered around the room and realised Kabukimono was gone, your stomach lurched. You barely paused to pull on your hanten before rushing outside, barefoot against the frosty soil, looking around wildly. The cold air stung at your skin, the dawn mist curling at your ankles as you rushed around the house. 

You came upon him in a heap. A soft shaking pile of cotton nightwear, his fingers digging into his hair and pulling at the roots. You approached, aghast at the honest fear you felt as you knelt before him.

“Hey. What is it, what’s wrong?”

You almost asked, are you hurt? But maybe his answer still would have been yes, because you think—you think this sort of thing really did hurt him. Splintered his ribcage apart and twisted up his insides. When he looked up at you, his expression was agonised, dark eyes shot red and spilling over with tears. 

Your eyes trailed down to the tiny dark corpse at his feet. Wings splayed apart. Blood matted those dark feathers. 

“Oh.”

“C-Can you… fix it?” He asked it with a sliver of earnestness, was the worst part. As though a part of him truly believed you would say yes. You wanted to, in that moment. 

“I’m… it’s dead.”

His expression screwed up, contorted. “But I don’t want it to be dead.”

Your mouth opened and closed wordlessly. You wanted either to scream or to laugh. If only it were that simple!

But you did neither of these things, and your lack of response only seemed to frustrate the puppet further. “I don’t want it to be dead,” he repeated, his voice rising, cracking horribly. “It shouldn’t be dead! It’s not right!” He clambered furiously to his feet, and when you tried to follow him he flinched backwards. “Fix it!”

“I can’t.” You look at him in disbelief. “It’s dead. Understand? Nothing in this entire world can bring it back, certainly not me. Look, just—”

He cringed back, holding the poor dead bird in his pale shaking hands. “N-no!”

“Listen to me. Listen.” You stormed up to him and grabbed a handful of his shirt. “Things die. That’s the way it works. The things around you die and you live on. You can’t break down and weep every time it happens.”

“It’s not fair!” Kabukimono screamed, hands trembling so badly that he dropped the bird anyway. “Why did she have to die? Why did she have to leave me?”

You open your mouth furiously to answer and find that you do not have one. The puppet stares you down, eyes hard and furious and glimmering with tears, his pale cheeks flushed with fury, his mouth open and wet. Your eyes trail down to his hands; there is blood on them. 

“Come back inside. It’s cold,” you say, even though he cannot feel it. He opens his mouth as though to protest, but there must be something in your expression that screams that you aren’t in the mood to be argued with. Instead he wilts. Deflates from the shoulders down and hangs his head and he shuffles past you to the door. 

You look down at the bird, and find with an obscure sense of unease that you cannot conjure up even a smidge of sadness. The dark-feathered corpse on the floor may as well be an ink stain for all the empathy you feel. 

Still, something compels you to pick it up. You bring it into the house, place it in a box. Kabukimono, still crying, watches you as you move around. 

“What are you doing?” he finally asks, his voice hoarse.

You don’t answer, digging in your cupboard. You come up with a couple of incense sticks and a match, set them alight in a cup to catch the ash. Funeral rituals. It’s been so long you barely remember the steps. With humans, you’re supposed to water the lips and wash the body, but this will do for now—it’s a more extravagant burial than any vermin killed by a cat could hope for. 

“We’ll bury it later,” you tell Kabukimono. 

There is blood all down your front. 

“I’m going for a bath.”

It’s unnecessary—most of the gore had stained your nightclothes, and there was only a little on your hands and arms. But you feel dirty. It’s not that blood makes you squeamish, it just makes you wish you were dead.

You boil the water over the stove and pour it into the tin tub. You’re impatient enough to find that just over the halfway mark is good enough for you as you strip off your clothes and clamber in, sitting with your knees on to your chest and your back to the metal. You tip your head back against the tin lip, feeling obscene, feeling heavy, feeling incorrigible. 

You don’t often like bathing. It thrusts the imperfections of your skin out in the open. Broken apart and sealed back together with gold at the seams like a shattered cup. Like seto. It reminds you that there is no soul holding you together, like most human bodies. Only paint and a prayer. 

The door ekes open, and you scramble to cover yourself. “What?”

Kabukimono’s huge sorrowful eyes peer around the frame. “I need to wash my hands,” he says tremulously. You tuck your knees closer to your chest, hesitating. It shouldn’t bother you to let the puppet see your naked body. You don’t think of such things as humans did, anyway—as yōkai, your form had never been a vessel for pleasure or gentleness. All you’d known was breaking apart and being put back together. In any case, you don’t endure the shame or embarrassment most humans feel when unclothed.

But Kabukimono is different, and you’re not even sure why. 

You’re being irrational, you tell yourself, and nod over to him awkwardly. “Just… dip them in the water there.”

He nods, shuffling in. You scrunch against the hot metal wall of the tub and watch him out of the corner of your eye. His cheeks are still faintly pink, his eyes red-rimmed and splotchy; when he dips his hands in the water, they tremble slightly, sending shuddering rings spiderwebbing out from them over the steaming surface. 

One of his fingers bushes against your ankle, and you flinch back like you’ve been shot. 

Kabukimono raises his eyes to you, and you hate how pinned you feel by them. It’s something in them that makes him difficult to look at, like trying to peer straight into the sun. Something good, something innocent that you’re going to ruin. 

Katsuragi has made a huge mistake. You sit in the bloody bathwater and you’re sure of it. 

You’re going to ruin him.

You’re going to make him just like you—

“Why are you hiding from me?”

Kabukimono’s voice is soft, inquisitive. It makes you want to grow brambles over your skin and hide. “What?”

He straightens up but stays kneeling on the floor beside the bath. The expression on his face is sort of… bewildered. And hurt. Your stomach lurches. 

“You don’t offend me,” he tries, earnestly confused. “You told me before that my body wasn’t offensive, yet you still asked me to hide it. Because of… decency.”

You remember. The diamond cut of his white limbs in the stormlight, in the middle of your dark parlour room like a melting wax candle. But it’s true—yōkai have no shame. You are born naked and often live in it. You clothe yourself whilst you live among humans, but for their comfort, not yours. But Kabukimono is not human, and if shame exists in his soul it is you who taught it to him. 

“I was… wrong to say that,” you whisper hoarsely. “There’s nothing indecent about your body.”

Kabukimono’s lashes flutter. They’re long, delicate wisps, framing those eyes, those eyes. Globe thistles shining out of the thin cage of his head. 

“What about yours?” he asks breathlessly, every word clinging to his lower lip as it escapes him. You flinch again, because he doesn’t know, doesn’t know the half of it, the things this body has done. 

You are shameful. You are indecent. But not for the reasons he thinks.

Kabukimono looks upset again. “Why would your body be indecent but not mine?” he presses, and your skin is starting to prickle. His eyes drop, trailing over the exposed skin, and you wish you’d filled the tub to the brim if only so it would provide somewhere to hide. Every crack in your flesh that has broken apart and been painted patiently back together, and it doesn’t sing so much as it screams. 

“You wouldn’t understand,” you choke out. 

“But—”

“That’s enough. Get out.” Kabukimono draws back, blinking at you. Stung. It only makes you sicker. “Get out, I said! I don’t want you in here, I don’t want you to look at me, I want you to leave!”

“I—I didn’t mean to—”

“Either get out of this room or get out of this house, understand?”

Kabukimono gapes, scrambling back like you’d struck him, and a soft, cut noise escapes him from somewhere high in his throat. He hightails out of the room, the sliding door rattling from the force with which he slams it shut. Your hands clench at nothing in the water, feeling too big for your body, your skin feeling delicate and bruised. 

You stick your head under the water and scream. 

It’s unclear how much longer you stay in the bath; you don’t want to step outside the safe confines of your tiny bathroom. Don’t want to face the puppet and his big reproachful eyes and trembling bottom lip. You don’t want to be reminded of how monstrous you are in the face of his innocence. 

Still, by the time you make the move to lift yourself up out of the yawn of the bathtub, the water is bitingly cold. You dry off and dress methodically, stalling for as long as possible. You wonder, briefly, about curling up on the condensation-wet floor and sleeping there. Certainly, you’ve rested in worse conditions. 

You’re being ridiculous. It’s your house.

And yet you creep through it like a stranger, like you’re the ghost in the walls, the trespasser. In so many ways you suppose you are. A spirit in a human house almost feels like a sick joke. You move quietly, bare feet padding over tatami mats, and you slide the bedroom door open like you’re trying to keep a secret. 

The puppet is a bundle of bedsheets scrunched into the corner. You know he’s awake—both because he doesn’t sleep in general, and because of the way the bundle flinches when the door clicks shut—but he doesn’t say anything as you slip into the room. You feel like he had breath, he’d be holding it, and you suddenly feel desperately sorry and desperately disgusting. 

You crawl into your own futon, searching for comfort in the sheets but finding only the starchy smell of clean linen. Instead, your eyes trace the patterns that the moonlight paints onto the wall, and you count your own heartbeats until sleep slips you under its dark veil. 

You dream, because of course you do. You dream of a sunlit field dotted with white chrysanthemums. You lay among the grass as the sun casts a lazy arc overhead, and you are so young and so stupid and nothing bad has happened to you. Summer carries by on a warm breeze, and your friends’ laughter pollinates the air. You feel that you could drown here. You feel that you could just die—

A soft weight creeps over you. You groan, tuck your head back against the flesh of the mattress, about to slip back into your halcyon dream, and—

 “I thought you wouldn’t come back.”

You snap out of sleep like you’ve been slapped, all traces of summer draining from you in a cold plunge. There’s frost on the windows, but you’re not necessarily cold, and in the dark a shadow moves over you. 

Kabukimono hovers over you, knees on the side of the futon, face above yours. His weight is braced by one arm next to your head. You can just barely make out his outline as your eyes settle into the pitch-darkness; it feels like you’ve only been sleeping for an hour or so. 

“Wh—what?”

The arm beside your head shakes. “I thought… you truly meant it when you told me to leave. I thought about it. Just going. But I remembered about the ice on the path and I got scared, I got scared. Don’t you see? I need you.”

Your throat tightens. “Kabukimono—”

“No,” he interrupts. “Don’t tell me I’m wrong, please, please. Don’t send me away. Please, I can’t—I can’t—”

“Okay, okay. Hey.” You fumble in the dark, still half-delirious but sobering to reality as the seconds ooze past. You sit up, carefully dislodging him. “Don’t be upset. I’m—I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“You tried to make me leave,” he bursts out, his voice shaking, cracking horribly like broken glass. “Is that really what you want?”

Yes, you scream in your head. But not for the reasons you think. 

“I’m not—suited,” you say haltingly. “To take care of you. I will make you into something miserable. As miserable as I am.”

You can just about make out the fuzzy outline of Kabukimono tilting his head. “Then why did you agree to take me in?”

“Because you’re not human.” The words rush out of you like vomit, and you feel the puppet go very, very still. “And nor am I. And I know how lonely that can be. To sit and watch the whole world go by with you unable to keep up. To love something not designed for you to love. And I—I’m too…”

The silence that swells between you is as heavy as concrete—at least until you feel him move. Hair brushes against your chest, right to the left of your breastbone. You stiffen, tense; achingly slowly, Kabukimono presses his cheek to your chest. 

“What—” Your mouth dries, fills with saliva again at a rapid rate, and you swallow hard. “What are you doing?”

Kabukimono’s head twitches against you. And then he murmurs, “You have a heart. That’s more than me. I don’t think you’re doomed. Only I am.”

“You’re not doomed.”

“Everyone I love sends me away,” he whispers, voice catching, thick and wet. “I’m not meant to be kept. I’m not coveted or desired. I’m a burden.”

“Stop that. Stop it.”

“Even you don’t want me.”

“Stop it. It’s not that I don’t. I don’t want to mess you up.”

“You won’t. The only way you will is if you leave me. If you force me out.” His voice is thick with emotion. “Please, please…”

Your heart thuds treacherously in your ears. “Do you mean it?”

His body scrambles against yours, alight with sudden feverish hope. His head retracts from your chest, hovering excitedly in front of you. “Yes. Yes. I mean it. Just don’t send me away and I’ll be fine.”

It’s inconceivable. For someone to want to be wanted by you. But his voice is so tender, so weak, and you find you don’t have it in you to spurn him. 

So you make the worst mistake of your life, and you tell him in hushed tones, “Alright. Alright. I won’t send you away.”

“Promise? Promise me.” His voice is like torn sandpaper, ragged and raw. As though if you say the wrong thing here and now he will be irrevocably ripped apart. 

“I promise.”

That’s where it begins to unspool, you suppose now, even if you had no idea then. Kabukimono jams his head in the crook of your neck, trembling hard, and you can’t help but think you’ve made a mistake. 

You have. But there’s no way you can know this, not yet. 

For now, all you know is the puppet on top of you, bracketing your hips with his knees, and your shame rises until it chokes you back against the pillow. 

Your incorrigibility pulses. Your indecency grows teeth. 

So winter aches by. 

The days roll into weeks, and the frost gradually dissipates. One morning you wake to find that the lake beside your house has thawed during the night, stretching out in an endless glittering grey ribbon away from you. The dry frostiness in the air leaches away, filtering in humidity and warmth. 

The winter thaws, and so do you. 

There’s a rustle in the village one morning. The sun ekes out, bathed golden instead of muted white for the first time since the winter began, and it’s as though the people of Tatarasuna rise with it. You peek out of your window to see the slow procession making its way around the eastern hillside. 

“Where are they going?” Kabukimono asks, craning his neck. It’s a spill of people, old and young. You spot Niwa’s bright hair in the crowd, his sister and her children at his heels. He’s painstakingly pushing an elderly man in a wheelchair up the ornery pathway—his grandfather, you think, knowing of his presence but never seeing him for yourself. He’s frail and so, so old—about as old as you know humans are capable of getting. His skin is papery, clinging loosely to jutting bones. 

You know at this age, his own body is failing him. His joints are all swollen with arthritis, and he’s so ill that he rarely leaves his room, let alone his house. Every jolt and jerk over that rocky path must be agony. And yet he smiles. He looks up at his family and he smiles, watching his great-grandkids rush along and play-wrestle each other. He reaches up with a shaky hand and pats the one Niwa has on the handlebars of his chair, his thin lips stretching into a weak grin. Niwa laughs, turns to Honoka, and she laughs too. 

Aging is one thing you have never coveted the humans for. And even then, it seems they are coping with it better than you. 

“It’s hanami,” you answer after a distracted moment. “They’re going to watch the sakura bloom, to celebrate the beginning of spring.”

“Can we go?” Kabukimono wheedles, lit up hopefully. You sigh, the No already on your lips. What is the use in marking another human year, when they seem to go by as often as seconds to you some days? But you catch the puppet’s eyes, and something inside you lurches painfully, like the string of a bow snapping and loosing a bolt into your heart. This is his first year outside of that Pavilion, that endless brambly dark labyrinth sparing him never a glimpse of the outside. 

Who are you to isolate him as you isolate yourself? If he wants to assimilate with the humans, if he wants to observe their traditions and find a home in them, who are you to stop him? For a moment a siren sounds in your head, a flashing warning baring Ruin! Ruin!

…But. The only way you’ll mess me up is if you make me leave.

“Fine,” you find yourself saying. “I… let me get dressed.”

Kabukimono’s eyes light up, and the vision stays with you as you return to the bedroom and pick out a cotton yukata, plain and unassuming. Putting it on feels methodical, draping it over your limbs, trying the rope knot at your middle. You think for a moment—and then you reach inside, hunting for another. This one is dark, with the hips cut wider and less intricate knots. You carry it out with you and press it into Kabukimono’s hands. 

“It’s traditional for the humans to wear yukata for the flower viewing,” you tell him. “You should… put this on. It’s a man’s one, I think donated to me by a teenage boy in the village when he went off to apprentice as a blacksmith. It’s… yours, if you want it.”

Kabukimono turns the cotton fabric over in his hands as though it’s spun gold. “For me?” he whispers. “Truly?”

“Have it.” You’re not sure what compels you to say it, but you continue, “It’ll suit you.”

You barely have time to take in his reaction before he launches himself at you. You stumble back with the force of it, and it occurs to you that a regular person of his size could never hope to knock you off your feet. There is so much strength packed into his small, slender limbs. Finding remnants, tiny reminders of his infrahuman make up feels like reassurance, feels like a bite. He curls around you like a cat, burying his face in the crook of your neck; the fabric of the yukata crushes between your bodies as he digs his fingers into your back, a little too hard. 

“Thank you,” he whispers into your skin. “Thank you, thank you—”

“It’s alright,” you say awkwardly. Your arms dangle limply at your sides. “It’s nothing. Just—alright. Just go put it on, alright?”

He draws back, trembling, bright-eyed and so sickeningly human in his earnestness, in his gratefulness, that you feel more inhuman than ever. You grow outside of yourself, looking in, looking at the monster in the house. The warrior in the home. The bloodstain on the tatami mat. 

And then Kabukimono brushes past you to the bedroom to change. You run your hands over your face like you’re trying to hold it together, and by the time he returns, pink-cheeked and bashful, you can almost breathe again. 

“Did I put it on right?” he asks, holding out his arms. 

You run your eyes over him. The yukata drapes over his form, just a shade too large, but these things are hardly desired to inflict anything but a linear shape anyway. The knot is wobbly, but secure. But—

“You’ve tied right over left.” You step towards him, hands going out to undo the knot around his middle; he follows your hands nervously, swallowing hard when they brush over his stomach. “You must wrap the left side of the fabric over the right. Right over left is how you dress humans who have died. It’s bad luck.”

You untuck the fabric, leaving it undone in a straight line down his middle. There is a line of white skin slashed against the black cotton like a door cracked open in the dark. You wrap carefully, the right side first and folding the left over it. Several times, your hand brushes against the plane of his stomach; it’s unsuspectingly warm, and it tenses when your knuckles glide over it. Finally, the band, resting just over the jut of his hipbones, and the thick rope that you tie in a neat knot. 

“There,” you murmur, and Kabukimono gazes up at you, lips parted and eyes wide and starry. A red blush melts over the high apples of his cheeks, and you step back as hurriedly as if he’d burned you. “Come on. We’ll miss the procession.”

You slip on shoes and hurry out the door. The weather is still a little cool to where you resent the thinness of the cotton a little, but it’s so much milder than the bite of winter that you relish in it. The earth of the path next to the cornfield is damp and soft as you hurry over it, but Kabukimono grips your sleeve anyway. 

The path trails lazily around the eastern hillside and into a valley that wriggles itself between two mountains. On either side of the valley grow copses of cherry blossom trees, arching overhead to create a dappled canopy, an archway flooded in pale pink and white and lilac. Even as you approach, stray petals drift down from the groves, catching in hair and lashes and snagging on spare threads. In the valley, a stream rushes past; Rie and Shinsuke, as well as a host of other kids, have kicked off their sandals and splash around, spraying each other or else picking up lone crustaceans unlucky enough to have wandered in. 

Kabukimono’s grip on your sleeve tights to a vice as you slip under the canopy, his neck craned up so high he’s in real danger of spraining it. 

“Y/n! I never thought I’d see you here!”

Katsuragi emerges from the crowds and slips towards you, a genial grin on his face. He looks tired, circles the colour of bruises arching beneath his eyes and his hair scraped back carelessly into a ponytail, but his smile makes five years melt off his face easily. 

“Katsuragi,” you greet wanly as Kabukimono tenses excitedly. “I thought you’d be too busy to participate this year.”

“Ususually I would be,” he agrees solemnly. “My father is sick at the moment, though. I got the day off to care for him. Just a flu, should pass soon, especially now the weather is warming up. And I thought the spring air would do him some good, so I brought him over. He’s by the stream. But enough about me—how are you two doing?”

You shrug. “Kabukimono wanted to come and observe hanami,” you say in lieu of answering. Katsuragi grins. 

“Is that right?” he asks. “How’re you liking it?”

“It’s beautiful,” Kabukimono whispers reverently. “Does this really happen every year?”

“Every spring,” Katsuragi confirms. “You should come every year. It’s always beautiful, and always nice to see after a long hard winter. Reminds you that life has a way of turning around even when it seems grounded in what it is. Right, Y/n?”

You look at him archly. 

Why entrust him to me?

Who says I’m not entrusting you to him?

“The flowers are pretty,” you spit, annoyed all over again. Katsuragi’s smug grin doesn’t help. 

“Indeed they are. Don’t let me stop you enjoying them,” he chuckles. He reaches out, ruffles Kabukimono’s hair. “Enjoying the new haircut, by the way. Suits you.”

Kabukimono glows, pink-cheeked and delighted as Katsuragi meanders back over to his father. Pest. 

The two of you walk over to where you see Niwa. He greets you delightedly, and even Honoka offers a wan smile and a halfhearted wave. Rie and Shinsuke splash over to you, babbling about some sort of fish they’d found under a rock. Kabukimono talks emphatically to Niwa, first about his reading and writing, and then about metallurgy. You raise an eyebrow and both the men shift sheepishly. 

“Kabukimono here was wondering about learning a little bladesmithing,” Niwa says. “What do you think?”

You shrug. “It’s… a valuable skill to have. If you don’t mind teaching him, I mean.”

“Not at all,” Niwa beams. “Rie and Shinsuke adore him, you know? Even Honoka has a soft spot. Soon enough he’ll be part of the family.”

He misses the way Kabukimono freezes as soon as that word leaves his mouth, misses the look of longing and disbelief that wrenches over his expression. You catch it, though, and then you wonder when you started paying so much attention to the puppet, to the ghost in your house, because you’re sure you know exactly how he feels and what he’s thinking.

Niwa and Honoka, Rie and Shinsuke—they can be a family for him. The kind he deserves. Empathetic and practical and good. You are not built for family. You are not built to be a home.

You are tsukumogami. That is all you will ever be.

[help-an-alter]

Hi first off this blog is awesome and I think this is such a cool idea. Secondly we just found out about a new subsystem of fragments and we need some help with their names and such.

It’s a Kpop/Idol group each one based on different colours of the rainbow. (Including light and dark of each colour) would it be okay to ask this all in the one ask or would you prefer separate asks for each? They’re still undecided on gender so any for names and pronouns would be fine.

Sorry if this is a lot.

Also could we claim 📼🌌 if possible?

Hi anon ! mod firefly here ,, you can totally claim that :3 thanks for giving the blog compliments !!! We'll separate it by the colours !

names ,,,

Red themed ,,

Rouge , Red , Scarlett / Scarlet , Poppy , Rory , Reed , Ruby , Flynn , Garnet , Jasper , Opal , Rhodonite , Carnelian , Flame , Fire / Fyre , Blaze / Blaise , Poppy

Orange themed ,,

Topaz , Opal , Amber / Ambre , Clementine , Coral , Saffron , Alani , Ginger , Blaine , Ember / Embre , Peaches , Nerenxa , Aurelia , Blaine , Azahaur , Cyrus , Garfield , Daisy

Yellow themed ,,

Helio / Helios , Sol , Apollo , Xanthe , Marigold , Citrine , Elio , Casper , Sunny / Sunney / Sunni / Sunnie , Flavia , Goldie , Gildie , Gilderoy , Sunday , Erica / Erika , Aura , Zahava , Ziva / Ziv , Apolline / Apollina , Eleanor , Dahlia / Dalia , Zinnia / Zinnie , Camille / Camylle / Camyle / Cam , Clara

Green themed ,,

Shiloh , ShamRock / ShamRoc / ShamRok , Laurel , Em / Emerald , Ivy , Midori , Myrthe , Meadow , Thyme , Spring , Celadon , Hunter / Huntre , Kelly / Kelli / Kelley , Ciara

Blue themed ,,

Emily , Azure , Seafoam , Blu , Marina , River / Rivre , Cyan , Sapphire , Indigo , Marlais , Carolina , Iris , Maya , Capri , Marian / Maryan , Yves , Sini

Purple themed ,,

Cecil / Cecilia / Cecyl / Cecylia / Cecylya , Violet , Prince / Prynce , Rain , King , Heath , Heather , Martin / Martyn , Dexter , Gefen / Gefyn , Gethen / Gethyn , Jacinto , Vincio , Vincius / Vincyus / Vyncius / Vyncyus , Jasper / Jaspre , Harold , Harry / Harri , Harriet / Harryet / Harriett / Harryett / Hariette / Harryette , Louis , George , Leroy , Roye / Roy , Rex / Rexx / Rexe / Rexxe , Rey / Ray / Reye / Raye / Reyes / Rayes , Indigo / Indygo , Indi / Indy , Indiana , Lavendar / Lavender , Vander / Vender , Evander / Evandyr / Evender / Evendyr , Perry / Perri , Periwinkle / Periwynkle , Mage / Mayge , Magenta / Magynta , Jack / Jac , Jacaranda , Pru , Prunella

Pink themed ,,

Rose , Roisin , Rosa , Rosalind / Rosalynd , Rosalina / Rosalyna , Rosalynne / Rosalynn / Rosalyn / Rosalinne / Rosalinn / Rosalin , Barbie / Barbye / Barbara , Ken , Adrienne / Adryenne , Penelope , Cordelia , Coral , Elle , Woody / Woodi / Woodey / Woodie , Priscilla / Priscylla / Pryscilla / Pryscylla , Cadillac / Cadyllac ,

Pronouns ,,,

Red themed ,,

red/reds , cer/ise , cer/cerise , crim/son , crim/crimson , scar/let , scar/scarlet , burg/burgundy , burg/undy , fi/fire , py/pyro ,

Orange themed ,,

or/ange , orange/oranges , sun/rise , sunrise/sunrises , mari/gold , mari/marigold , aura/auras

Yellow themed ,,

yell/ow , yell/yellow , yellow/yellows , sun/rise , sunrise/sunrises , mari/gold , mari/marigold , au/ra , aura/auras , sun/flower , sunflower/sunflowers , fi/fire , pyr/pyro , sun/suns , sun/shine , suns/sunshine , sunshine/sunshines , sun/sunshine , bri/bright

Green themed ,,

gree/green , green/greens , li/lime , sprout/sprouts , plant/planty , grow/grows , tree/trees , for/est , forest/forests

Blue themed ,,

blu/blue , blue/blues , teal/teals , cy/an , cy/cyans , rain/rainy , snow/snows , ice/ices , sky/blue , sky/skies ,

Purple themed ,,

ind/igo , indigo / indigos , pur/ple , purp/le , purple/purples , pur/purp , vio/let , vio/violet , violet/violets , lil/ac , li/lac , lila/lilac , lilac/lilacs , orch/orchid , orchid/orchids , lav/endar , lav/ender , lavendar/lavendars , lavender/lavenders

Pink themed ,,

pink/pinks , tul/ip , tulip/tulips , ro/rose , rose/roses , pea/peach , peach/peaches , sal/mon , sal/salmon , salmon/salmons , carn/ation , carnation/carnations

I hope these help all of them !! :3

[garden-of-bah]

🌼Garden-of-BAH intro🌼

Hello lovelies, welcome to the garden!

Requests are: OPEN!

This is a plant-themed build-a-headmate blog currently run by members of one system. We take requests for fictives, factives, songtives (usually), userboxes, and moodboards! We can attempt brainmade alters if we have something to go off of but we’re iffy on them. Radqueer, transID, para and endo friendly, there will be no discourse in our garden. /srs

Inspired by other BAH blogs, especially @sewers-headmates @cutecorebah and @slimeyblossoms :D

Under the cut contains our template, boundaries, tag system, and links to our intros, to-do list and source list :3

Tag system:

sprout ; 🌱 (headmate request)

bloom ; 🌸 (pre-made headmate)

lavender ; 🪻(moodboard)

maple ; 🍁 (userboxes)

fern ; 🌿 (mod specials)

rose ; 🌹 (mod post/important info)

hibiscus ; 🌺 (mod intro)

sunflower ; 🌻 (question/answer)

tulip ; 🌷 (other asks)

clover ; 🍀 (other posts)

mod rammy💐 (posted by Rammy)

mod catra🔥 (posted by Catra)

mod dee🌒 (posted by Dee)

mod kel🏀 (posted by Kel)

mod ashley💞 (posted by Ashley)

mod leyley💗 (posted by Leyley)

Boundaries:

Do not spam request. Asking once if something is in the inbox is fine, but we are VERY busy irl and cannot guarantee when requests will be filled.

Anon emoji tags are encouraged :3

Requests in DMs are fine

When we say no discourse we mean NO discourse. Any asks or comments debating the validity of someone’s existence are NOT welcome here, regardless of what it entails. This is a safe space.

We CAN make moodboards, we can NOT make stimboards. Our phone doesn’t have the capacity to upload that many GIFs, sorry. This may change in the future, but as it stands stimboard requests will be denied.

Source list:

To do list:

Request info:

Here’s the template we’ll be using for headmate requests, you can fill parts out yourself or just ask something along the lines of “can I get a South Park alter with a lot of paras?” or “could you make a fem fairy alter with roles and a bunch of transIDs!”

If you want specific faceclaims, feel free to send a photo! Be as specific as you’d like to be in general, we love direction :3

If no specification is given on the type of request, we will assume it’s a headmate pack.

Name/s:

Age:

Pronouns:

Source:

Genders:

Sexuality:

CisIDs:

Mental/physical conditions:

Other labels:

Faceclaim:

“Detailed” requests will include any/all of the following, as we see fit and/or as requested

Alter roles:

Front triggers:

Signoffs:

TransIDs:

Paras:

Personality:

Quirks:

Moodboard requests can be vague (“can I get a Zim moodboard”) moderate (“could you make a bisexual Dipper Pines moodboard?”) or specific (“would you do a bisexual lesbian Amity Blight moodboard with themes of space and loneliness?”)

We prefer moderate requests because they leave some room for interpretation, but we’ll try to work with whatever you give us!

Userbox requests can be accompanied by specific images, but it’s not necessary. The only thing we require is colour direction if it’s not a character we’re familiar with, but feel free to request fonts or brushes/effects for the border! We use IBIS paint X, so keep that in mind, but we’ll fulfill requests as best we can!!

Mod intros:

[antsgrowingplants]

I still keep forgetting to post updates on this blog but we got a couple of new plants!

the first is a succulent our mum got for us that was unlabeled, but I think it's some kind of Haworthiopsis, possibly H. limifolia?

we put it in a pot and it looks very cute on the windowsill and seems to be doing pretty well so far.

the second is a little rosebush that we impulse bought because we're trying to brighten up our room and saw it while getting groceries

the flowers are very pretty and I may have ended up taking a lot of photos of them.

unfortunately the roses have had some issues with what I think is powdery mildew, so we're currently trying to fix that, but they still eem to be doing well other than that at least.

we've also propagated a couple of small succulents from the Haworthia cooperi. one is in Planter 2 with some other plants, and the other is in a pot that we originally tried to grow lavender in but the seeds never sprouted. weirdly, the pot does smell pretty strongly of lavender and I'm not sure what's going on there

it'll be fun to see what these end up looking like

[todayinmagicalgirlhistory]

The Magical Girl Guide to: Floral Demons

The last post of mine that was from my original blog that I remade was my selkie post, now I’ve finally gotten to remaking my post on floral demons. 

Unlike my previous posts, this is all based on my own UPG and not a post that’s divided into known lore surrounding the species and then my personal experience working with them. 

what is a floral demon?

As the name implies, floral demons are a specific variety of demons connected to flowers that came to be when plants first absorbed blood. Humanoid in appearance, the only non-human feature about them are their colorful hair and skin that represents the flower they are.

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Take away the horns and the sprouting flowers, these illustrations are quite similar to the appearance of a Floral Demon. There is a condition among these demons where plants will sprout from their skin, but that is a disease similar to the chicken pox and is terribly uncomfortable. Their energy isn’t the darkest demon energy out there, but it can be heavy and cloyingly sweet. It can be overwhelming for those not used to it.

In places they frequent, plants tend to thrive and be more vibrant than usual.

floral demon culture and society

Compared to some cultures, Floral Demons consider themselves very non-traditional and open-minded. They live for themselves- their own pleasures and amusements. 

Despite my cautioning of approaching Floral Demons without sufficient experience, they are a friendlier species of demon and tend to be interested in outsiders. One could even say that perhaps they are too interested and friendly, because as I’ve said, they have a history of spiriting away others to a point even other demons can be wary of them. But if you were to visit a Floral Demon establishment, you would be treated kindly by most individuals. 

 As a generalization, Floral Demons are expressive including in acts of physical affection and this is even extended to those they don’t know. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to even kiss a stranger on the lips upon first meeting for some, so you should let your boundaries be known.

Polygamy is practiced largely and widely among Floral Demon, regardless of gender. Men can have multiple wives and husbands and women can have multiple husbands and wives, even their spouses can have other spouses. Many of these large families of mothers, fathers, uncles, aunts, cousins, brother husbands and sister wives, live on their own territory on compounds and have their own internal politics as Clans. Not every Rose is from the same Clan however, so one shouldn’t assume that two Roses or Irises conversing are from the same Clan. However, it isn’t safe to assume that an Iris and Rose conversating aren’t from the same Clan whether as spouses, cousins, or siblings.

Although monogamy is in the minority of Floral Demon society, there are demons of this species that strictly commit themselves to one partner. 

They are also appreciators of the arts. Many schools are dedicated to acting, singing, dancing, and even in the art of seduction for those whose line of work call for it. As I am told, these schools were founded by the Rose Demons. Therefore, if you are a sex worker or member of the LGBTQ+ community, you will find no discrimination here.

an interlude on the angelic equivalent

For those interested in plant-related entities but don’t feel called to work floral demons or rather feel like you don’t have enough experience to feel comfortable working with them, then I recommend reaching out to Florea Angels.

Florea Angels are non-Abrahamic angels that are connected to flowers and plants. I’ve worked with them in the past, two former companions of mine being pink rose and lavender florea angels respectively. They’re a lot more... quiet, so to speak, than their demonic equivalents with vastly different cultures and are definitely a lot more beginner friendly with light and airy energy that is easy to adjust to. As far as plant types, for the most part I would say if there is a Floral Demon version there’s a Florea Angel equivalent with few exceptions. For instance, there are Black Rose Demons but there aren’t any Black Rose Florea Angels.

types of floral demons

As there are many sorts of flowers out there, there are many types of Floral Demons one can encounter in the astral. Going in-depth as to every type of floral demon there is out there in one post would be impossible. The type of flower can even influence Floral Demon subcultures beyond general Floral Demon society. But I will give small summaries for a few species.

Dandelion Demons: connected to the dandelion flower, their appearances very from yellow to white and brown. Dandelion demons specialize in wish and prosperity magic and healing. Among floral demons, they are the least likely to spirit away a person. 

Cherry Blossom Demons: a subspecies of floral demon that are private and tend to keep to themselves. Their population isn’t the biggest but they hold themselves regally. Glamours, energy work, and healing fall into their specialties.

Crocus Demons: youthful in appearance, most tend to underestimate Crocus Demons. In general, they’re a species good at maintaining and protecting territory. Due to their appearance, other species have a hard time discerning their age. As such, Crocuses rarely take partners out of their own kind.

Rose Demons: one of the most diverse species floral demons. While as a whole, Roses specialize in love and sex magic, a Rose Demon’s magical talents can vary depending on the type they are. Rose demon color varieties include White, Red, Pink, Peach, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Lavender and Black demons, all of which have varying specialties. 

Other sorts of floral demons include, but are definitely not limited to:

Belladonna Demons Lily Demons Daisy Demons Clover Demons Poppy Demons Bird of Paradise Demons Lotus Demons Iris Demons Camellia Demons And many more

Among all the floral demon species, I caution anyone from casually approaching Lotus, Iris, and Camellia demons. I would even go as far to say to avoid them completely unless you are extremely experienced as a spiritworker. They are among the most likely to spirit away those they find interesting, and Irises in particular like keeping those they spirit away as pets. 

Generally speaking, floral demons reflect only one flower and color when they are born. This is true even if their parents are two different types of floral demons. If a Pink Rose Demon and a Green Rose Demon were to have a child, that child will either be a Pink Rose or a Green Rose. The same goes for a Magnolia Demon and Jasmine Demon Couple. 

[Pink Rose + Green Rose = either or Magnolia + Jasmine = either or] 

This is how floral demon genetics tend to work 97% of the time. 

But in rare cases, a child will be born that is a hybrid of both and their appearance will reflect both of their parents coloring. Think of the way a bicolor rose or variegated tulip look. These rare cases make up only 3% of the population and it’s quite rare. I’ve only met very small handful of demons like this. (In Florea Angels, these instances are even rarer I’ve noticed.)

suitable offerings

Obligatory disclaimer that this right here are merely general offerings a floral demon would like. Every floral demon is different and an individual so there will be things one likes and dislikes that another dislikes and likes respectively. That being said, should you find yourself working frequently with floral demons, you generally can’t go wrong with:

floral teas

wine (the good stuff)

flowers

how to gain the attention of a floral demon

1) old fashioned offerings

2) astral travel

3) spirit attraction spell

I’m not a promoter of conjuring or otherwise, forcefully bringing a spirit to your vicinity. Think about it like this: you’re at a wedding. You’re best friend in the entire world is getting hitched to the love of their life, and you’re among the audience. You’re welling up with emotion and pride for your friend to have made such an important milestone in their life when… Suddenly, you’re not at their wedding anymore.

No, instead you’re looking at some random stranger who summoned you to their home who say it’s because they’re interested in working with those of your kind. You wouldn’t be too happy about this, would you?

Not only is conjuring or summoning bad for the entity, it can be bad for you if this entity isn’t easily forgiving of being torn away from their personal life to your home and you can end up paying the consequences for it. Instead, I recommend a spell that attracts entities to your home or if you’re sufficiently prepared, astral travel it up.

[pokeconspiracy]

Hi! I'm Winn! Ever since I was a young trainer, I played with other kids in the playground. These kids had very strange ideas about Pokémon like Marill, calling it Pikablu, saying to catch it, I had to have 99 of every evolution stone and trading a Pikachu with a trainer 8 times, and using a water stone on it!

That wasn't all, they told me crazy stuff about Mew, they said screaming literally just the letter A or looking away from the Pokeball increases the chances of catching a Pokémon, and creepy stuff about Lavender Town (which was weird because we lived in Galar, not Kanto) so yeah. I heard that others had these experiences in our childhood back then, so please tell me of similar tales that you heard back then, and I'll actually do it lol.

The purpose of this blog is to chill, chat, and convince you into false theories that don't mean anything (which I would never do).

Also, here's Creme the Alcremie, she's my baby and I would die for her. You're probably not going to see her often, but when she does appear, treasure her, you have been blessed.

Update with other Pokemon because yeah. Berry Sprouts the Oddish and Karpie the Magikarp.

Oh! I also have Mewtube and Litwitch, I rarely post videos or stream on there but often I'll read and talk about urban legends and stuff.

www.mewtube.com/channel/winnconspiracy www.litwitch.tv/pokeconspiracy www.winniethetruther.com

//Current arc: Sanctuary Arc

//already done arc: World's Legend's Arc

(Psst.. Read more for the awesome gal behind the scenes! Also, Pelipper mail, Musharna mail, and everything else is on. No NSFW, do not get weird with the 14-year-old who has Galarian government files, please....)

//Hi! I'm also Winn, (very original, I used the same name as my regular username for the name of the character behind this blog, I know), but to be specific, I'm @winnccc!

I uh... Just really wanted to roleplay Pokémon Irl. If you go to my regular blog, you'll find that it's practically not filled with Pokémon at all, sorry to disappoint you, but you'll see what's going on in my head as I post this.

It's mostly just me obsessing over stuff like Undertale but you get the point. Check it out, if you dare, be careful, it's like a toxic waste for what goes on in my head.

Or. @winniemobile. My alt in which I am more active in.

[bobells]

Welcome to the Farm!

Mun speaking here, coming at you with a warm welcome! This is my first ever roleplay blog, so I plan to be very active here. I'll always be speaking in italics, while my characters will be speaking in quotes. I've commissioned a reference for Bo so far, and it will be coming in due time, as well as references for the Papyri. For now, you can enjoy character introductions as well as interaction rules. main blog is @aez26

Occasionally, this blog will have an event called the Night Market. We'll switch to a completely different theme and description. You can look at additional info on Bo for more info.

Asks are officially open by the way! You can use the tags #farmer's market for things outside the farm, #home for things in the farm, and #best of the bunch of story!

As for animals, we house fluffy cows, bulls, herding dogs, chickens, pigs, and valais blacknose sheep! The sheep is our profile picture, Bo took that photo.

Bo Bells

Description:

Bo is a 5'4 pale human with chesnut brown hair. Their hair is short, up to the end of their neck. They have gold highlights. They usually wear khaki shorts, a beige knitted t-shirt, along with black elbow and knee pads. They wear a farmer's straw hat, green gardening gloves, white socks, and beige sneakers. They're a vendor at most of the omega timeline's farmer's markets, whether it be selling baked goods, or selling those alongside flowers, seeds, starters, and fresh human and monster produce. They're a farmer/gardener that absolutely loves to bake. They use any pronouns, have hazel eyes, and a bunch of freckles. Don't try to debate their prices, they'll punch you. They're a rambunctious character with a love of game-playing and strategy. Polyamorous. They also have a corgi as a herding dog for sheep and cattle, his name is Eitri. They always carry a bouqet of fresh great falls angel coleus. Due to a botanical experiment gone wrong during their study of magical flowers, their body is covered in a variety of flowers that die and bloom as a new type of flower at the end of each month. Currently, the flowers are obsidian coral bells, echo flowers, red roses, and great falls angel coleus. They have a giant echo flower covering their left eye. They're part of a poly relationship with three papyri. They're a soul of integrity. Their soul is a light shade of lavender, with little blossoms of echo flowers sprouting from different areas. Their items consist of a gardening mister, a watering can, carrot seeds, strawberry seeds, and a bag of compost. They always wear a heart locket with a picture of them and their boyfriends inside.

Additional info:

They use magic modifiers to make their exotic flowers, seeds, and starters adaptable to new locations. They combine magic to modify the ecosystem or location that the plant needs to grow in, making it available to your very own garden! Overgrowth does occur, unfortunately, so the flowers and others become even more high maintenance. It does mess with the ecosystem it's placed in, infecting the roots and spreading the modifier to other plants if not properly taken care of. Terminate the flower, that's the plan. Unfortunately, at major overgrowth point, the plant won't be savable. If handled properly, it'll be removed from the planter thoroughly and returned to me. I have an antidote that I do not sell. The antidote is unfortunately posionous to humans and monsters, and needs to be handled extremely carefully.

They first gained the flowers after experimenting with the exotic modifier. It infected them, growing flowers all over their body. At the end of every month, they wither, causing extreme pain. Eventually they bloom into a new species, bringing pure serenity with the said bloom. They have an almost droopy, if not dead feel to them at night time.

At every night, there is a special market in the omega timeline for vendors to sell their less desirable products to the public. Bo sells violent and dangerous botanical experiments, warping flowers and produce into horrific beasts of plants. They also start bleeding from their flowers, causing mouths and eyes to form on the vegetation of their skin.

They sell vegetables, fruits, berries, herbs, flowers, seeds, starters, experiments, and baked goods.

Reference:

Soon to come!

The Papyri: Sain, Lus, and Cig

These three a peas in a pod, sharing their collective interest of loving Bo. Sain is fellswap Mutt, Lus is swapfell Cash, and Cig is underswap Stretch. They all carry the same physical appearance from their original AUs, the one difference being the bones are covered in dirt from helping Bo take care of the farm. Sometimes they come to the farmer's markets to help their sweetpea out. You'll have to dig a lot deeper to find out more about these guys.

References:

Soon to come!

Interaction Rules

NSFW is allowed! Keep it away from minors though.

You can bring your own characters into the mix.

Anyone can send anything/anyone into the inbox. Want us to speak with Dream for a little bit? Sure! Want us to give Bo a flower? Okay!

Similar to a blog like silversans, any on-going really important asks that are sent in (and liked by mun) will be turned into arcs.

If you want to get into an actual roleplay with the cast, put (roleplay) at the end of your ask, and be consistent with your inputs!

No proshipping here. Don't attempt to force things like fontcest, papcest, frans, papara, or sanscest here. We don't do that stuff here. We respect everyone's interest, but it's a huge no.

Pet Eitri. Every time you send an ask please pet our corgi. He really loves people and affection, so it'd mean the world if you gave him some lovin'. Here's a gif for appearance reference.

[kingofbodyrolls]

✨💫The WIP Fairy is visiting your blog and wants you to share your WIPS! Share whatever you like! All of them or one of them, just the title or a brief synopsis. Put them out into the world to manifest some writing inspiration 📝🤍 then send this ask to your writer moots!💫✨

Hahahaha 🤭

Okay, okay—I may have manifested another WIP Fairy! ✨ Since my other WIPs are taking a nap (except for Songs of the Heart, which is just hours away from making its grand entrance, and the Christmas stories lined up for the holidays), I thought I’d give you all a little sneak peek from my original story.

And if this sounds oddly familiar… well, that’s because it is! This story is actually inspired by my Namjoon fanfic Sprout (don’t worry, the male protagonist isn’t named Namjoon, don’t panic 😂). Same dynamic, same strangers-to-neighbors-to-enemies-to-lovers vibe, just with the addition of magic and dragons because, let’s be real, who doesn’t love dragons? 🐉✨I’ve rewritten this thing more times than I can count, but hey, here’s a little glimpse of it. Don’t judge me if it feels like I’m still figuring it out—but here goes nothing! 😅

The radiant glow of autumn cloaks her world in a golden embrace, painting the air with hues of amber, crimson, and indigo. The garden comes alive, a symphony of growth and color—lavender’s soft blossoms mingling with the silvery-green tendrils of sage, the bright spikes of rosemary reaching skyward. The air hums with magic, its fragrance a heady elixir that weaves itself into her being. Each plant sings in its own way, their scents mingling in a harmonious melody that calms her spirit as she tends to them. Her fingers move with practiced precision, attuned to the secret rhythms of each leaf and root. She knows their language—the subtle tilt of a stem, the whisper of a wilted leaf—and answers their silent calls with care. Dew clings to the foliage like scattered jewels, shimmering under the dappled sunlight that filters through the canopy of her greenhouse. Lavender’s calming essence drifts on the crisp autumn breeze, a balm for her spirit and the soul of many cherished potions she crafts.

[herbgardenguide]

From Basic B to Herbal Bae: Our Quest for a Magical Plant Pharmacy

Yo plant fam! Amelia & Noah here, ditching the store-bought stress pills and anxiety meds for a more ~natural~ vibe. We're talking chamomile-infused chill and lavender-laced relaxation, all grown in our very own medicinal herb garden.

Picture this: sun-drenched windowsill, overflowing with vibrant herbs like little green allies whispering secrets of wellness. We're talking stress-busting ashwagandha, immune-boosting echinacea, and peppermint that'll leave your breath fresher than a unicorn's kiss. ✨

But hold up, green thumbs ain't exactly genetic in our fam. We started with more brown thumbs than anything, our first seedlings looking like they'd seen better days. But fear not, fellow plant newbies! We scoured the internet, devoured gardening blogs like they were pizza, and even consulted a real-life herbal wizard (aka a super cool local expert). ‍♀️

Turns out, growing your own medicine ain't rocket science (although DIY rocket gardens sound pretty epic, just sayin'). With the right tips and tricks, even the most clueless plant parent can become a green thumb extraordinaire.

So, what did we learn? Well, sunlight matters (duh!), drainage is key, and don't overwater your leafy friends – they're not goldfish! We also discovered the power of companion planting, where herbs team up to support each other's growth and ward off pesky bugs. Basically, it's like having a plant squad for ultimate garden domination. ️

Now, our windowsill is a thriving haven of healing herbs, and we're brewing up teas that taste like sunshine and good vibes. ☕️ We even share our herbal bounty with friends and fam, spreading the plant-powered love like glitter at a fairy festival. ‍♀️✨

Want to join the herbal revolution? We got you! Click the link for our ultimate guide to planting your own medicinal herb garden, complete with beginner-friendly tips, plant profiles, and enough magic to make even the most skeptical sprout sprout wings (okay, maybe not wings, but definitely some pretty awesome herbs).

Remember, plant parenthood ain't about perfection; it's about the journey. So, grab your metaphorical trowel, get your hands dirty, and watch your very own little green pharmacy blossom!

[sproutedlavender]

Manifesting is supposed to be EASY!!!

I keep seeing people saying "oh I need to do affirmations and visualization and this and that and I don't really feel like it but I need to..." Baby you don't NEED to do anything! If you're forcing yourself to do something, You're not in a state of ease and when you're not in a state of ease, your manifestations aren't flowing.

Manifestation is not supposed to be a difficult process. Manifesting is meant to be easy but we're the ones that make it hard!!

Set your intention and let it go.

One thing I do when I'm manifesting so I don't obsessed over my desire is to say, "I'm on vacation," then I get into a feel good state and feel as though I'm truly on vacation and the universe is handling everything for me.

The universe is your greatest partner!!! if you want something, write a list of what you want the universe to achieve.

Every night I write a universal log where I tell the universe what I want it to work on while I'm sleeping. Effortless grades, weight loss, better skills, attracting money, whatever. Write a list like your directing the universe because it is ALWAYS working for you!!

Do something that makes you feel good and everything will fall into place.

You got this!!!💪🥰

[mmmmkjjohj]

Unleashing the Beauty of Nature: The Art of Gardening with Flower Seeds

**Introduction**

In a fast-paced world dominated by technology, gardening serves as a gentle reminder of the beauty and tranquility that nature bestows upon us. Among the various aspects of gardening, sowing flower seeds is an art that allows individuals to connect with the Earth while witnessing the miraculous transformation of a tiny seed into a breathtaking bloom. In this blog, we delve into the enchanting world of gardening with flower seeds, exploring the joys, benefits, and essential tips to create a flourishing garden paradise.

**The Joys of Sowing Flower Seeds**

Sowing flower seeds brings immense joy and fulfillment, as it offers a unique opportunity to be part of a plant's entire life cycle. Witnessing the germination of a seed, the sprouting of the first leaves, and eventually, the blooming of vibrant flowers is a rewarding experience like no other. The process itself is therapeutic, allowing gardeners to find solace and peace amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life.

**Key Benefits of Gardening with Flower Seeds**

1. **Cost-effectiveness:** Sowing flower seeds is an economical option compared to purchasing mature plants. A single seed packet can yield an array of blossoms, making it a budget-friendly way to beautify your garden.

2. **Variety and Diversity:** Flower seeds offer an extensive range of plant varieties and species. Gardeners can choose from a myriad of colors, shapes, and fragrances, allowing them to curate a diverse and visually stunning garden.

3. **Educational Experience:** Gardening with flower seeds is an educational journey for both adults and children. It provides valuable lessons in botany, patience, and responsibility, making it an excellent family bonding activity.

4. **Environmental Impact:** By growing flowers from seeds, gardeners contribute to sustainable gardening practices. Reduced transportation of mature plants and minimal use of plastic pots promote eco-friendly gardening.

**Must-Have Flower Seeds for Your Garden**

1. **Sunflowers (Keyword: Sunflower Seeds):** Symbolizing joy and happiness, sunflowers are a favorite amongst gardeners. Their vibrant yellow petals and towering height bring a sense of warmth and positivity to any garden.

2. **Roses (Keyword: Rose Seeds):** The epitome of love and beauty, roses are a classic addition to every garden. With various colors and fragrances to choose from, growing roses from seeds ensures a unique and personal touch to your garden.

3. **Lavender (Keyword: Lavender Seeds):** Known for its soothing fragrance and stunning purple flowers, lavender adds a touch of serenity to any garden. It also attracts pollinators, making it a perfect addition to create a vibrant ecosystem.

4. **Zinnias (Keyword: Zinnia Seeds):** Zinnias are easy to grow and offer a burst of color, making them ideal for novice gardeners. Their vivid hues and long-lasting blooms make them a popular choice for cut flower arrangements.

5. **Marigolds (Keyword: Marigold Seeds):** Marigolds are not only charming with their gold, orange, and red hues, but they also serve as natural pest repellents, protecting your garden from unwanted insects.

**Essential Tips for Gardening with Flower Seeds**

1. **Selecting the Right Seeds:** Choose flower seeds that are suitable for your climate and growing conditions. Read the seed packets carefully for information on sun requirements, water needs, and ideal planting times.

2. **Preparing the Soil:** Ensure your garden soil is well-draining, rich in nutrients, and free from weeds. Properly preparing the soil will give your seeds a healthy start.

3. **Sowing Depth and Spacing:** Follow the instructions on the seed packets regarding sowing depth and spacing between seeds. Different flowers may have specific requirements.

4. **Watering and Care:** Keep the soil consistently moist but avoid overwatering. Monitor your plants regularly for signs of pests or diseases and take necessary action promptly.

5. **Patience and Perseverance:** Remember that gardening is a journey, and results may not be instant. Be patient and stay committed to nurturing your seeds into flourishing blooms.

**Conclusion**

Gardening with flower seeds is a delightful venture that rewards gardeners with beauty, joy, and a deeper connection with nature. Whether you're a seasoned gardener or just starting, sowing flower seeds opens up a world of possibilities, allowing you to create a harmonious haven filled with nature's most exquisite creations. So, grab your seed packets, don your gardening gloves, and embark on this enchanting journey of gardening with flower seeds. Your garden paradise awaits!

[gardenishika]

Unleashing the Aromatic Delights: Exploring the Magic of Herb Seeds in Your Garden

Introduction:

Herbs, with their delightful fragrances and versatile flavors, have long been cherished for their culinary, medicinal, and aromatic properties. What better way to immerse yourself in the world of herbs than by growing them in your own garden? With the help of herb seeds, you can embark on an enchanting journey, discovering the joys of cultivating and using these precious plants. In this blog, we’ll delve into the fascinating realm of herb seeds, exploring their diverse uses, and unlocking a world of flavor and fragrance right at your fingertips.

1. The Art of Starting from Seeds:

Embarking on your herb gardening adventure with seeds is an incredibly rewarding experience. Herb seeds offer an affordable and accessible way to begin your garden, providing a wide variety of options to suit your tastes and needs. Whether you choose to start your seeds indoors or sow them directly in your garden, the process of nurturing seeds into thriving plants allows you to witness the magical journey of growth from its very beginning.

2. Culinary Adventures:

Herbs are an essential component of culinary creations, elevating dishes with their unique flavors and aromas. Growing herbs from seeds allows you to experiment with a vast array of tastes, from the zesty tang of basil to the earthy warmth of thyme. With herb seeds, you can cultivate a diverse selection of kitchen essentials, such as basil, parsley, cilantro, dill, and mint, transforming your everyday meals into culinary masterpieces. Harvesting fresh herbs from your garden imparts an unparalleled freshness and intensity of flavor to your dishes, enhancing the taste and making your meals truly exceptional.

3. Medicinal Marvels:

Herbs have long been valued for their medicinal properties and are a fundamental part of traditional medicine practices. Growing medicinal herbs from seeds grants you access to a wealth of natural remedies and wellness-enhancing plants. Consider planting herb seeds like chamomile, lavender, echinacea, and calendula to create a medicinal herb garden. These herbs can be used to brew soothing teas, create homemade skincare products, or infuse oils for aromatherapy, offering a natural approach to self-care and promoting overall well-being.

4. Aromatic Ambiance:

The captivating fragrances of herbs can infuse your garden and home with delightful scents. Herb seeds like lavender, rosemary, thyme, and lemon balm release enchanting aromas when their leaves are crushed or brushed against. By cultivating these aromatic herbs, you can create a sensory oasis in your garden, attracting pollinators and providing a soothing and uplifting ambiance. Harvest the leaves to make potpourri, herbal sachets, or scented candles, allowing the beautiful scents of your garden to permeate your living spaces.

Conclusion:

Growing herbs seeds is an extraordinary journey that brings a multitude of benefits to your garden, kitchen, and well-being. From the pleasure of watching tiny seeds sprout into vibrant plants to the joy of adding fresh flavors and aromas to your culinary creations, herb seeds open a world of possibilities. Explore the vast range of herb seeds available, experiment with different varieties, and let your garden become a haven of scents, tastes, and natural remedies. Start your herb garden from seeds, and you’ll discover a world of aromatic delights awaiting your touch. Happy gardening!

[befiy]

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[saksby-blogs]

The Ultimate Guide To At-Home Hair Loss Treatments

For many people, hair loss can be a difficult and disheartening process to experience. Fortunately, there are solutions that do not require expensive trips to the salon or doctor’s office.

In this blog post, we’ll go over 10 natural solutions for tackling hair loss from the comfort of your own home. We’ll cover topics such as diet, lifestyle changes, and treatments that you can do yourself to improve the health of your hair.

Diet for Healthy Hair

What we eat affects more than just our waistlines — it also has an impact on our hair health! Certain vitamins and minerals are essential for strong, healthy hair growth; these include Biotin (Vitamin B7), Vitamin C, iron and omega-3 fatty acids.

Eating foods that contain these nutrients will help your body build proteins needed to create healthy strands of hair. Additionally, limiting processed sugars and saturated fats can also contribute towards keeping a balanced diet which is beneficial for good hair health.

Lifestyle Changes

Making a few small lifestyle tweaks may make a big difference in how quickly your scalp recovers from any existing damage. Getting enough sleep is important since the resting stage is when most repairs happen — so aim for at least eight hours a night if possible!

Drinking lots of water throughout the day is also key for hydrated strands which will look much shinier than parched ones; plus it helps flush out toxins that might be blocking optimal absorption of certain nutrients essential for healthy hair growth.

Stress management techniques should also form part of your daily routine in order to limit cortisol levels as much as possible since high stress hormones are linked with higher levels of hairfall in both men & women alike.

At-Home Treatments

Now let’s get into some specific treatments you can do at home starting with scalp massages which utilize stimulating oils like castor oil or coconut oil along with gentle kneading motions designed to increase blood flow around the scalp thus encouraging new hairs to sprout up.

Essential oils such as tea tree oil peppermint oil & lavender have also been known mitigate symptoms associated with conditions like alopecia by regulating sebum production while simultaneously reducing itchiness caused by dryness/inflammation — just add few drops into carrier oil mix before massaging onto scalp daily basis!

Lastly, apple cider vinegar works wonders when it comes to eliminating buildup dirt & dead skin cells leading to clogged pores aka ‘plugged’ follicles which often become a source of major problems for people suffering from excessive shedding.

Simply combine 1 part vinegar 2 parts warm water pour directly onto head after shampooing scrubbing gently trying to reach every area possible before rinsing off thoroughly with cold water afterwards — repeat 3 times per week maximum to achieve desired results!

Conclusion

Tackling hair loss does not have to be expensive or time consuming! With the right diet, lifestyle changes and simple at-home treatments you can promote healthier looking locks in no time at all — best part? All these solutions take place within comfort of their own four walls making them a stress free economical way of getting back confidence sooner rather than later.