#stunning against winter landscapes

[dilatorysloth]

Bullfinch / Domherrar (studies for embroidery)

If you’re reading this, show me some art you’ve made.

If you haven’t made any art, make some now and show it to me.

[yzzart]

HII

Can I request something with Tom Blyth related to the hermes camp he went to?? Something fluffy and snowy

"Watching the snowflakes."

pairing: tom blyth x actress!reader.

summary: you and tom enjoy some free time at winter camp.

word count: 431!

"This place is so beautiful!" — You commented in an enthusiastic tone, admiring the environment and the elegance and exuberance of the camp's landscape. — "We need to come here again, and i've already put it in our future plans." — Settling into your seat, you brought your cup, which contained coffee, to your lips; tasting and observing the light snow that fell in the surroundings.

"We really do." — Tom replied, looking at something on his cell phone and then directing his eyes to you. — "And maybe, take the guys with us." — He recommended, mentioned, discreetly, the cast; your head nodded in agreement and made a mental note to talk to them when you got back home.

Hermes' winter camp was a fantastic and fascinating place, perhaps, it could be included in one of the best places you have ever set foot in; completely enchanting your eyes and everyone who was present. — The calm mixed with small, faint songs from the birds that flew overhead, the trees decorated with snow and the mountains were stunning. — In fact, you had no words to describe the place.

If you had the opportunity, you would stay in that environment for a long time together with your boyfriend.

"We can ski later or even after here." — The oldest suggested, tilting his head and thinking about the plan with a distracted smile and making contact with his foot on your leg under the wooden table. — "What do you think, dear?" — He smiled waiting for your answer.

"A great idea." — You replied, running your hand over the warm fabric of your coat. — "Maybe, a snow competition or snowball fight?" — Tom laughed, imagining the scenario and wishing it would actually happen.

"Excited to see you lose, sweetheart." — Tom commented with a touch of teasing and amusement, picking up his sunglasses, which were on the table and next to your coffee cup, and putting them on. — Tom's laugh echoed for a short distance when he saw your surprised expression against his boldness.

"No chances!" — Your voice exclaimed, amused.

Taking advantage of the moment, you grabbed your cellphone, which was near your coffee cup, and quickly entered the camera and directed your device at your boyfriend. — He understood what it was about and picked up your coffee cup, forming a discreet pose. — And then you took a photo.

Saving the photo, you turned your device so that Tom could see the result and asked you to send it to him; and in the second moment, you sent it. — And you admired it and decided to put it as your cellphone wallpaper.

[seraphinalovesme]

꩜.ᐟ OUCH ✧₊⁺

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

— authors note. I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE FOR ROBOTS, and I don't know how to write fighting scene too so BITE ME!! lol

01

𐙚࣪⊹—————   

The winter wind howled, a chilling symphony against the otherwise silent landscape. Only the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of shoes on the frozen ground broke the stillness. A robotic figure, sporting a cute hat, walked towards a pod, her friend by her side.  You knew you shouldn't be out here, especially with her "project." But a nagging feeling had compelled you to follow, and now, regret gnawed at you. You clutched her shoulder, squeezing gently.

“Uzi, we shouldn't be here! It's dangerous! We need to get back behind the doors! Who knows what those murderous drones wi-”

Your words died in your throat as you saw the pile of dead robot corpses. The sight sent a shiver of fear down your spine, making your lips tremble. Uzi rolled her eyes and squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“C'mon, (Name), don't be a fraidy cat! Besides, we're doing something awesome! C'mon, help me find it. The sooner we get it, the sooner we get out of here!”

Uzi grinned, already running towards the spaceship, her eyes scanning the area. You, however, were frozen in place, fear gripping your heart. But Uzi was right; the faster they found it, the faster they could escape.

The sound of snow crunching underfoot was a constant, almost deafening roar as you helped Uzi search for the final piece of her weapon.  You scanned the area, your optics sweeping across the desolate landscape, a relentless pursuit for the missing component.  The wind whipped around you, biting at your exposed circuits, but you pressed on, driven by a mixture of concern and a desperate need to escape this dangerous place.  Finally, Uzi’s voice, laced with a mix of excitement and relief, pierced through the blizzard’s fury.

“Is that it?  If so, let's get out of here!  Uzi, this place is a death trap!  We need to go!”

You grabbed her hand, your metallic fingers tightening around hers, and started to run.  But a sudden flurry of wings, a sound that sent shivers down your circuits, made you freeze in your tracks.  Instinct took over, and your optics flickered, scanning the area with renewed urgency.  You gripped Uzi’s hand even tighter, your survival instincts kicking in, your visor switching to survival mode, its red glow reflecting the danger that lurked in the shadows.  The snowstorm raged around you, but it was the unseen threat, the unknown predator, that sent a wave of fear through your systems.

"THERE!" Uzi's voice, sharp with urgency, cut through the howling wind.  She pointed a trembling finger, and your fear, a cold, metallic dread, surged through your circuits.  You turned, your processors screaming, and began to run.

"UZI, RUN!"  Your own voice echoed in the blizzard, a desperate plea against the relentless storm.  You both sprinted, but the winged monstrosity was faster, its shadow looming over you like a predator.  You pushed Uzi to the left, a desperate attempt to avoid its strike, but you weren't fast enough.  A searing pain lanced through your shoulder, a sharp, metallic sting that sent a jolt of agony through your systems.  But your reflexes, honed by countless simulations, kicked in.  You punched the drone in the face, a desperate blow that forced it to release its grip.  You crashed to the ground, your circuits screaming in protest, clutching at the wound.  Your visor, a crimson beacon of alarm, flickered to survival mode, scanning the area for threats.  You grabbed the nearest piece of scrap metal, a jagged shard of twisted steel, and used it as a makeshift weapon.  But then, Uzi's voice, filled with a raw, primal urgency, cut through the blizzard's roar.

"(NAME)!  DUCK!"

You obeyed instinctively, diving to the ground just as a blinding laser beam tore through the air, striking the robot squarely in the head.  You watched, stunned, as the drone crumpled, its circuits smoking.  "Holy scrap," you thought, "that gun Uzi built... it's dangerous."  You were both alive, for now, but the fight was far from over.

"Uzi!" you shouted, your voice a strained rasp.  Pushing through the searing pain in your shoulder, you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close.  Your visor, a calming blue once more, indicated that survival mode had deactivated.  You held her tightly, trying to find solace in her presence, trying to calm your racing circuits.

"I told you this was a bad idea..." you mumbled, your voice a low groan.

But before you could finish the thought, a chilling sound broke the silence.  The headless robot, its metallic frame shuddering, began to rise.  You watched in astonishment as its severed head, a grotesque mockery of life, reattached itself to the body, its systems whirring back to life.  You had never witnessed such a thing.  In all your years, you had never seen a robot regenerate.

"What... is this thing?" you whispered, your voice laced with a mixture of fear and fascination.

Uzi, her eyes burning with a strange, fierce light, grabbed your severed arm, the one you'd used to punch the drone, and charged at the reanimated robot.  You tried to grab her, to pull her back, but it was too late.

"WA- WAIT UZI!" you yelled, but your warning fell on deaf ears.  Uzi slammed the robotic arm into the creature's head, a brutal blow that knocked it offline.

"Woah!  Did you just hit me with an arm?" the robot groaned, its voice a distorted echo.

"Oh my darling stars, it talks," you muttered, your circuits buzzing with a mixture of shock and disbelief.  The encounter had taken a turn you hadn't anticipated, a turn that left you reeling in a dizzying cocktail of emotions.  This was a new kind of danger, a threat unlike anything you had ever encountered.

You pulled Uzi behind you, shielding her with your body, and glared at the murderous drone.  Your visor, though no longer in survival mode, still flickered with a warning red, reflecting the unease that gnawed at your circuits.

"What are you...?” you mumbled, your voice low and dangerous.  You gritted your teeth, holding Uzi close, her small frame trembling against your metallic chest.

The robot chuckled, a hollow, metallic sound that sent shivers down your circuits.  It raised its hand, a gesture of surrender.  The silence that followed was thick with tension, a heavy weight that pressed down on you.  You let out a sigh, your shoulders slumping slightly, and reluctantly lowered your guard.  Your optics scanned the area, searching for any sign of danger.  For now, it seemed safe.

"Hiss..." a soft sound hissed behind you.  You turned your head and saw Uzi's hand, the one she had used to strike the robot, melting.  The metal was turning into a viscous, bubbling liquid, a horrifying sight that sent a jolt of fear through your system.

"Oh, you got hit with some of your venom!  You should stick it inside your mouth. It'll heal!  Haha," the robot chuckled, lowering its hand.  Its tone was light, almost playful, but the sight of Uzi's melting hand made your circuits scream.

You looked back at the murderous drone, your brow furrowed in confusion.  Its actions, its words, its strange, almost friendly demeanor, were all so confusing.  You had never encountered a robot like this before, a robot that seemed to be both friendly and... strangely playful. What Is This Thing Planning? What was this thing, and what was its purpose?  You had so many questions, but for now, you focused on the immediate threat: Uzi's melting hand.  You needed to stop it, and you needed to figure out what this robot was all about.

The thing, the murderous drone, stared at you, its optics boring into you with an intensity that made you uncomfortable.  It held your gaze for a moment, a moment that stretched into an eternity, and then, as if realizing its lapse in etiquette, quickly looked away, chuckling nervously.

"Hahah, I'm sorry!" it said, its voice a strange mix of metallic and human.

"Oh! You must be a new squad mate! And your name is…?" it asked, its tone now friendly, almost eager.  It smiled, a strange, lopsided grin that didn’t quite reach its eyes, and held out its hand.

"That doesn't matter," you replied, your voice curt, your gaze unwavering.  You had no intention of revealing your name to this unpredictable creature.

But Uzi, ever curious, had a question of her own.

“Sayyy, you said you said you're on a squad, right? So like, is the other coming back?” she asked, her voice laced with a hint of apprehension.

You looked at her, your optics flickering with concern.  Uzi’s question was a valid one.  The robot had mentioned a squad, implying that he wasn't alone.  But with the way things were going, with the unpredictable nature of this creature, it was impossible to know what to expect.  You couldn’t help but wonder if the rest of his squad was as… strange, as predictable, as this one.

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[the-travelling-witch]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍

summary: the type of beauty the piercers/ tattoo artists in my modern au hold

characters: piercer!/tattoo artist! xiao :: scara :: kazuha :: venti :: aether :: heizou

my modern au || genshin masterlist

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 is beautiful like…

𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 like new leaves on a bush and budding flowers emerging from the ground; like lush moss and drops of dew clinging to grass in the morning; like the first warmth of the sun after a cold winter and a playful breeze curling through a garden; like the soft song of birds in the crisp morning air

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 is beautiful like…

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 like the golden brilliance of the sun and the ripe sweetness of fruits; like the constellations of freckles on sunkissed skin and airy freedom of light clothes; like the laughs shared between friends and the coolness of diving into water; like the sun sinking behind the horizon and late nights spent outside in the warm air

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔 is beautiful like…

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 like the lights of festivals illuminating the night; like the afterglow of warmed skin and the combination of summer and autumn wardrobes; like watching the butterflies in the garden and harvesting fruits and vegetables; like getting surprised by tepid rain and watching stunning thunderstorms light up the sky

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 is beautiful like…

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 like the leaves changing their colour and the sour sweetness of apples; like the earthy smell after rain and the crunch of stepping on leaves; like pulling your favourite sweater from the closet and the sound of rain against your window; like the smell of cinnamon and baked goods wafting through your kitchen

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀 is beautiful like…

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 like the feeling of coming home after being out in the cold and warming your hands around a steaming mug of your favourite drink; like the scent of pine in the air and the swirls of frost decorating the windows; like the stillness of a snowy landscape and doodling on snowed in cars; like the reflection of icicles in the sun and your breath being visible in the air; like bundling up in a pile of cosy blankets and making fun of cliché rom coms

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 is beautiful like…

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 like the beginning of something new; like rivers breaking through their icy surface and misty morning sceneries; like the realisation you can leave your scarf at home and sitting outside in the sun for the first time again; like talking a walk through a blooming landscape and catching up with your friends again

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[nightbunnysong]

Why I love living in rural Italy

Autumn/winter edition

There is a certain magic that descends upon the rural areas of Italy as the seasons shift into autumn and winter, especially here in the Pre-Alps. The hills, which during the warmer months are vibrant with green, slowly turn into a rich palette of reds, golds, and deep browns, creating a landscape that is nothing short of breathtaking. It’s a time of harvest, gathering, and quiet reflection, when the air becomes crisp and the pace of life slows down, making room for a deeper connection with the land and its rhythms.

Autumn begins with the scent of wood smoke curling from chimneys and the rustle of leaves as they blanket the forest floor. One of the highlights of the season is the chestnut festivals, or sagre delle castagne, held in the mountain villages. These festivals are a celebration of the simple joys of the season—roasted chestnuts, warm wine, and laughter shared around open fires. The smell of chestnuts, roasted over hot coals, drifts through the air as you walk through cobbled streets, their warmth cradled in paper cones that warm your hands on brisk afternoons. Local producers sell honey, preserves, and handmade crafts, while the soft glow of lanterns creates a cozy atmosphere, inviting everyone to pause and savor the moment.

The mornings in autumn are something special. The first light of dawn reveals a world covered in mist, with the peaks of the Pre-Alps just visible in the distance. Everything feels quiet, as if the landscape itself is still waking up. The trees, heavy with dew, shimmer in the pale light, and the earthy scent of wet leaves fills the air. After a night of rain, the hillsides glisten, their colors deepened by the moisture. It’s the perfect time to wrap yourself in a woolen scarf, head out for a walk, and enjoy the calm before the day begins in earnest.

As the season progresses, the days grow shorter, and the soft golden light of the afternoon gives way to early twilights. At dusk, the landscape takes on a dreamlike quality. The sky turns a soft lavender, and the silhouettes of the mountains stand stark against the fading light. There’s a comforting stillness in these moments, a sense that the world is ready to rest, much like the land preparing for the sleep of winter. It’s a time to retreat indoors, to sit by the fire and let its warmth seep into your bones. A pot of broth simmers on the stove, filling the house with the soothing scent of herbs and root vegetables, promising nourishment and comfort.

And then winter arrives, transforming the landscape once again. The Pre-Alps, now blanketed in snow, seem to stretch endlessly into the distance, their peaks disappearing into the clouds. The mornings are sharp and cold, with frost clinging to the bare branches of trees, and the air is filled with the promise of snow. After a heavy snowfall, the world outside becomes silent, as if the snow has absorbed all sound. It’s in these moments that life inside feels all the cozier. The crackle of the fire becomes the soundtrack to quiet evenings spent knitting or reading, while a hearty meal, perhaps a simple broth with fresh herbs, warms the soul.

Even on the coldest winter days, there’s a comfort in the rhythm of rural life. The mountains provide a stunning backdrop, whether viewed from a kitchen window while you prepare a meal or glimpsed during a brisk walk through the woods. The snow crunches beneath your boots, and the air is sharp and clean, with the scent of pine needles lingering long after you’ve returned indoors.

The beauty of autumn and winter in rural Italy isn’t just about the changing landscape—it’s about the feeling of being deeply connected to the natural world, of living in harmony with the seasons. These months offer a sense of cocooning, of turning inward and finding peace in the simplicity of daily life. Whether it’s the warmth of a bowl of chestnut soup after a walk in the crisp air or the comforting glow of a fire on a dark winter evening, there’s a timeless, grounding quality to these seasons that makes rural life here so special.

[not my photos]

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

Ψ M is for Maraclea: Chapter Three

M is for Maraclea: Following an accident you had over summer break, you find yourself in limbo after being legally dead for several minutes. Now an outcast at boarding school, you end up finding comfort in a strange boy named Nigel. As winter draws near and tragedy strikes, your only reprieve from madness comes from a mind much like your own.

Warnings: Death.

To Note: Nigel Colbie x Fem!Reader, NAMED Reader for Plot Reasons, There Are A Lot of DARK Themes.

Word Count: ~2.2k

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You had no idea why Alex and Josh were dragging a boy to the train station, and were even more confused when they got on. You followed of course, your curiosity piqued and mind focused on what they were doing. It was already past curfew for them. They weren’t supposed to be out like this but clearly, by their actions and ease alone, this wasn’t the first time they had done this. You lost them at one point, trying to figure out the schedule of the train to ensure that you’d get back, and took to slowly moving through train cars as it began moving to find them.

Naturally, you got distracted when your eyes caught dark landscape flashing by and you took a few moments to stare out the window. Or perhaps several minutes, the darkness was truly inviting to you. Going to a door at the end of the car you were in, you pressed your palm against the glass and watched the occasional lights flicker by. It’d been ages since you had left the academy grounds, either of them, and you missed the eery silence. The train shook and ratted around, and as you blinked a loud bang erupted in the night and you flinched back from the bright flash of light.

Bloody hell what was that!

Taking a few moments to blink the stars from your eyes, you were more prepared for more of the loud pops that exploded just outside the train. If you remembered correctly, Josh liked to make flash bangs. They must be just up ahead. Leaving behind the window, you entered the next train car and spotted Josh fiddling with one of his flash bangs. Hurrying towards him, Josh’s eyes widened when he spotted you and he turned to the hidden part of the train care where Alex must be. Josh spoke something to Alex and your brother was immediately sticking out from behind the metal wall and glaring at you.

“What are you doing here!?” He yelled. You gazed back, unperturbed by his raised voice and words.

“I could ask you the same,” You retorted, stepping forwards to see who the poor boy that had gotten dragged into Alex and Josh’s games was.  The moment your eyes settled on starry blue eyes framed by black lashes you paused in step. His gaze held yours, much like your own. Demured yet something lurked deep within, something that made a spark in your mind and a warmth bloom in your chest. A like mind. You were unable to get in another word, for the train rattled and you were thrown off your feet. Stumbling back, you heard Josh let out a yell, and then a hiss at your feet. One glance down was all you had before a bright flash went off and a painful explosion rang in your ears.

Stunned, you slumped over against hard plastic chairs as your ears rang in deafening silence. With your hearing in a blackout, you focused on your breathing and basked in the peaceful comfort that almost reminded you of your death. Silent. Cold. Pacifying even. Your hearing came back with a resounding ringing in your ears and you pressed a hand to your head. That beautiful silence hadn’t lasted nearly as long as you had liked. Blinking, you saw Josh trying to drag Alex away from the car door. Oh Alex was making a right mess of things.

You had the best luck in calming in down when Alex was in a mood and clawed forwards. But as you reached the three boys, Josh flung Alex away from the door and his momentum was furthered by a lurch of the train. You watched with a passive face as he leaned off kilter out of train, terror on his face. Then he was gone. Smashed into a pole along the tracks. Silence reigned once more, death spreading its touch around you. Blinking you settled your eyes on the boy that was Alex’s latest target.

His nose was bloody, a crimson drip having run over his lips, but you were captivated by his hypnotic eyes. You could have swore that you saw a reflection of yourself within his eyes, haunting pain and a need for that blissful silence. Reaching into your jacket pocket, you pulled out the embroidered handkerchief all girls at your academy had, and offered it to him.

You didn’t go to Josh’s funeral, naturally, if your father had learned that you’d followed Alex he would be ever so irate with you and that would just be a bother. So you simply played the good daughter and prayed with the other girls at mass, and went about your week under the guise of normalcy. It was not a normal week. You couldn’t get hypnotic blue eyes out of your mind. Or midnight hair. Or even the color of his blood staining his nose and lips. Crimson. A pretty shade that matched blue and black.

He still had your handkerchief. You’d promptly left for your dorm room before Susan grew worried and raised alarm to the dorm mother. She still tutted at you for staying out so late, but you reassured her that your brother had been in your company so you hadn’t been alone. It was nearly a week later before you were back on the boys academy grounds. You were walking with the girls in the play, on your way to rehearsals.

Passing by Alex who was painting part of the set, you saw him eye Susan. Peculiar. Alex had never shown interest in a girl before, you wondered how that would bode with his hot headedness. Entering the grand room of the academy, you helped Susan and Eloise into their stage garments as Ethel pulled out her clipboard. Your fingers fussed with Susan’s head piece, making sure that all of her brown hair was tucked away by white fabric.

“The piano was tuned,” Susan softly spoke while attaching the wooden cross necklace around her neck. You spared a glance in the direction of the piano, pleased to hear so.

“Then I shall practice some of the pieces,” You murmured, finally pleased that Susan’s costume was ready. “I am sure Ethel will request that I play the music in time for the scenes you will practice.”

“It would help to speak our lines while you play.” While Susan and Eloise began speaking to each other about their roles in the play, you walked out of the changing area and headed for the piano. Ethel promptly followed you, clipboard in hand. She scribbled something down on a piece of paper and thrust it towards you.

“These are all the scenes we are rehearsing today, find the sheet music for the scenes and play them when I tell you to.” She ordered before striking off to do something else. You almost made a smart ass comment about her not saying please, but held your tongue. Picking up the folder of sheet music, you riffled through the pages and pulled out what you needed. Settling them up on the stand, you uncovered the keys and pressed the ones that had been in need to tuning. Perfect. There was nothing like playing a freshly tuned piano.

You did a few repetitions of your basic warm up to get your chilled fingers to move smoothly. Perhaps you’d get lost in the music and give your mind a chance to think of someone other than the blue eyed boy that consumed your thoughts. So you focused on the rich notes blooming from the piano and the strong voices of the students practicing their lines. Scene by scene, you put up with Ethel’s orders and as things finally wrapped up, you were once again floating in a state of in-between. Cold. Silence. Blue eyes. Blue eyes? Black hair… you were thinking of him again.

“Mind over matter,” You murmured to yourself, looking up at the panes of stained glass. You felt eyes on your body and paused in your shuffling of papers. Looking up, you looked around. No wonder you felt at peace. Pushing back from the piano, you rose from your seat and brushed out your skirt before striding for him. Perhaps you’d finally get a name…

“Hello,” He spoke as you walked up to him.

“Hello,” You echoed, clasping your hands together in front of you. He slowly reached not the inner lining of his blazer and withdrew a familiar looking handkerchief.

“I got all the blood out of it,” He murmured while you kept your eyes trained on his. Such a pretty blue.

“I wouldn’t have minded, it is just a bit of blood,” You answered honestly, slowly taking the handkerchief back. It was quiet for a few moments before you decided to speak up. “How do you know my brother?”

“We were roommates for a short while.” He explained to you. You made a noise in the back of your throat in surprise. Alex had pressed your father into making sure he never had roommates… “My name is Nigel.”

“I’m—”

“The lovely Lady Mary,” Nigel cut you off, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. “You’re the talk among the boys.” Your eye twitched ever so slightly, not unnoticed by him. “Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. Alex is quite protective of you, warned off any boy brave enough to even look at you.”

“Surprising,” You spoke softly. “Given the rumors whispered among the girls at my academy.” It was Nigel’s turn to tilt his head.

“They don’t understand,”

“No, they don’t,” You echoed, looking back at the girls. “But not all of them are cruel. Besides, I find solace and beauty in silence.”

“Is that why you like playing the piano by yourself? Because they are loud?”

“They don’t understand me,” Your eyes caught sight a notebook tucked beneath his arm. “Pardon for prying but you don’t appear to be observing the play rehearsal.”

“I like to draw,” Nigel supplied, shifting his grasp on his notebook. “I enjoy listening to your music while I work on my diagrams.”

“You draw diagrams?” You questioned, wondering what was interesting enough to draw diagrams of. “May I ask of what?”

“Would you like to see them?” Your eyes sparkled, echoing the delight of your interest and nodding eagerly, you took a step closer. Nigel took his notebook and opened it, flipping a few pages until he landed on his latest drawing. It was the anatomy of a bird, cleverly and expertly drawn to show the innards in the most beautiful detail.

“Impeccable,” You breathed, itching to stroke the fine lines of the diagram and trace the neat scribbles of notes Nigel had written in the margin.”How many have you done?”

“Quite a few, it’s a hobby of mine,” Nigel said proudly, turning the page to show you more of his diagrams. You were truly fascinated by the macabre drawings and attention to detail, admiring Nigel’s ability to both capture the artistic look while being scientific at the same time. Rather than stand awkwardly in the alcove at the end of the hall, you and Nigel moved to a bench off to the side. You found that you liked hearing him talk about his passion for anatomy, and that his voice was so soothing to you.

Nigel told you all about the dissections he had done for his diagrams, which easily explained the detailed drawings. He was a meticulous, calculated, and intelligent. Pointing to a diagram of a rabbit, he’d found it after his neighbors dog had caught and killed it, Nigel explained the process he’d done to preserve the body so he could later study it.

“What do you intend to do with all this knowledge?” You asked, fingers drawing down a page in appreciation. “Your work is incredible, surely you have some plan to utilize your skills…” A far away look bloomed within Nigel’s eyes for a moment before he responded.

“My parents want me to become a doctor, or a lawyer, my father even mentioned becoming a banker once.” You took note that he hadn’t answered your question, but simply told you what others expected of him.

“That is what your parents want,” You reiterated quietly, feeling the weight placed upon Nigel’s shoulders. It was similar to the one that rested on Alex’s… and yours. “What does Nigel want?” He stared at you, only becoming more enamored with you. A small smile crept onto his lips.

“I wouldn’t mind becoming a surgeon.” You nodded in agreement, a small smile of your own appearing.

“That makes sense, your eye for detail with these drawings, I’m sure you’ll make a splendid surgeon.” You said, looking up from the diagrams to peer out the widows. It was a rather blustery day. The following week would be even worse.

“And what about you?” Nigel asked in turn, wishing to know more about you, the only girl that had ever really interested him. You looked back to him and softly shrugged.

“I’m not so sure, my father… he has spent most of his time and energy making sure that Alex is built for success. I’ve just been an afterthought. Of course he cares for me, has ensued that I have the best education there is, but I don’t think there is much expectation of me from him. I like music, but I am not sure how I would turn that into a career.”

The future was a daunting thing to ponder. You longed for silence and darkness, that calming feeling washing through your body once more. How odd that Nigel exuded that wonderful feeling. You didn’t mind.

Date Published: 4/1/24

Last Edit: 4/1/24

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[llycaons]

🌕🕸 Wei Wuxian birthday fic recs 🎃👻

For Halloween, I wanted to contribute by highlighting some of my favorite fics from the reclist that focus specifically on wwx, that are set during Halloween, or that have a general spooky vibe or monster elements. I picked a lot of feel-good comedies and romances (yes, there's monsterfucking dw), but there are some more difficult ones in here too - he's a character involved in both joy and the grief, after all. ♥🖤

*NIGHT HUNTING* by detention_notes

summary: in a universe otherwise without magic, wwx and lwj start being haunted (around halloween!) by mysterious references to cql canon. some drama but mostly lighthearted references and shenanagins. jc is hilarious in this one, and so is lxc. one of my old faves - spooky, tender, and silly. a perfect halloween read. cql characterizations work issues: none author issues: none

*Tie Your Heartstring Up Tight by athena_crikey

summary: non-cultivation AU where lwj is a wu, something like a shaman who spiritually interacts with nature to provide guidance for his sect and balance to the world. he’s asked by jc to find a missing wwx, so he leaves his isolated little home in gusu to go on a journey with a strangely intelligent black hare he takes as a familiar this work is a real treat. so atmospheric! fantastically evocative descriptions of winter landscapes, wonderfully fun relationship banter and chemistry, a unique and yet authentic and well-researched setting, a satisfying little character arc for lwj as realizes the error of his ways and works to account for his mistakes, a thematically appropriate story for our main characters, smooth writing and a clean, fresh style. somber and grounded and sincere for the most part, just as lwj himself is, with wwx’s bright playfulness and sense of humor bursting through now and then. work issues: ngl this xue yang was literally a homophobic stereotype author issues: omegaverse, forced courtesanship….egg-laying? just thought I’d mention that one but honestly I don’t even mind, uh one where wwx has to provide a dowry. like. ugh, why?

*second person* by theherocomplex

summary: this is one of the most stunning and beautifully written fics I’ve ever read. in one timeline, wwx is grappling with being in mxy’s body, slowly healing and coming to terms with his traumas while traveling solo after leaving CR. in another timeline set some time in the future, a wwx reunited with lwj races to save his life after an assassination attempt both parts of the story interweave with each other; at times aching, at times terrifying, at times introspective. with a wonderful ending after an intensely compelling showdown. the second person pov was so engaging and unusual. cql for most things except wwx being in mxy’s body. I dislike when the post-temple travels are longer than a year, but the characterizations are so good, and the writing is so gorgeous, and the time for healing is needed so clearly that I don’t mind see author notes for warnings. wwx’s new body is written as if it’s a discrete entity from him and they are both talked about as if they have their own desires and goals. there are some allusions to wwx’s suicidal ideation early into his travels, as well as a semi-graphic description of torturing a character to death work issues: none author issues: xicheng, 3zun, dubcon, and sex pollen

*And you must keep your soul/ Like a secret in your throat by athena_crikey

summary: vampire wwx! modern AU where he’s living peacefully in the boonies and cultivator lwj approaches him for help on a case against the wens. fairly good romantic development, and once the author decides to make it rated E, a LOT of sex scenes. great characterization and exploration of trauma, and an utterly devastating take on the canon yunmeng sibling situation. avoids a lot of the more cliched vampire romance tropes - actually quite unpredictable in a lot of ways. satisfying and fun work issues: none that I recall except they made wlj kind of booby a la the donghua and wwx kind of rude about it. yeah we get it you’re gay author issues: omegaverse, forced courtesanship….egg-laying

*The Shape of Your Love (is Horny) by Vamillepudding

summary: demon influencer wwx meets and then tries to romance mortal lwj without knowing much about how humans work, despite having lived on earth for years and watching a lot of demon porn about humans. just really silly and off the wall. they nail lwj being a weirdo and this makes him really compatible with non-human wwx. the way they had instant chemistry and fell right into a relationship was so low-drama and sweet. based on the title you'd think there are weird sex things going on but it's actually rated just T. nhs is great and there's a ton of really funny lan family moments and jc stuff too. work issues: unfortunately the other main couple is jgy/lxc author issues: see above - xiyao

*somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply by perilously

summary: one of the few horror fics I’ve enjoyed. postcanon wwx struggles with his past and some parts of his life in CR, and the gift of a large, creepy mirror exacerbates issues. the quasi-argument between himself and lwj is quite raw and feels well grounded in their characterizations, and the atmosphere is extremely well-crafted work issues: none author issues: none

*hold the fire in your palm by oogenesis

summary: wwx is an infamous demon a la bartimaeus, and lwj is a demon hunter. they’re mistakenly, magically bonded together when wwx is summoned to the human world, and have to figure out how to send him back to the demon realm while keeping his identity a secret. the better lwj gets to know wwx, the more he has to face his assumptions and principles regarding demons. the plot is really interesting and the romance is wonderfully developed. action scenes are a bit shaky but I think the worldbuilding and tantalizing mysteries more than make up for it. another sadly discontinued work, but I think it ends at a nice place anyway. novel characterizations, but not for the bad stuff there’s some discussions of homophobia, so mind the notes work issues: none

*No Charming Smile, No Violet Eyes by mossymossy

summary: granted I've only read the first chapter, but I was a wreck. wwx's emotional journey of dying and then waking up alive again...it's about grief and loss and slowly coming to appreciate being alive despite the pain. *screams* really good emotional writing and incredible cql characterizations. literally just like watching the show. work issues: none author issues: none

ordinary bodies by messier45

summary: a moody and introspective fic where postcanon wwx dwells upon his dissatisfaction and grief involving his new body, and the things he never got to do with his old one. not very warm and fuzzy, but cathartic and very raw and I really liked the way it handled wwx’s body issues. the romance in this was not the main focus, but it was excellent - even though the grief and discontent there was a lot of love and gratitude, which feels more realistic and honest than ‘wwx is married and everything is happy forever!’ trans author! work issues: none author issues: none

*Odd Geometry by maziodyne

summary: sunshot AU where wwx was not adopted by the Jiangs, and is instead a healer in Yunmeng, using his unusual qi powers to treat the community for no fee. elemental magic co-exists with cultivation, resulting in a unique and complex magic system. the lead-up to and entirety of the sunshot campaign - and indeed the entire fic - is extremely well-researched, the characters are on-point, the ocs are super fun, the action scenes are heart-poundingly exciting, the romance is gentle and tender, the pacing clips along, and the relationships are teased out with incredible heart. absolutely a must-read. mixed canons with characterizations leaning towards cql. it's here because it's SPOOKY baby work issues: none! author issues: none! my mutual wrote this and I beta read it!!

an hour of sunshine by astrolesbian

summary: very short work, either canon but I feel cql. modern AU wwx, easing into mental health and listening to his body. attending a silly halloween party, experiencing the love of his friends and and kissing lwj on a balcony. really sweet and low-drama. bit corny but I just like it when things are nice for him! also jc is funny work issues: none author issues: genderbends

your light in the mist by seularen

summary: postcanon, wwx just has a really good day. although not very plot-heavy, I do love the language in this fic, and I think the way jc and wwx are written post-temple is extremely satisfying. novel verse work issues: none author issues: I’ve read a few of their other fics and found them quite good otherwise, but the sex scenes are incredibly weird in the way that novel-faithful fics tends to be (cnc). xiyao as well

*end the rises and the falls*  by eeriemedusa

summary: postcanon and married, a still-recovering wwx attempts to use kink unsafely as a coping mechanism for his residual trauma. one of the most nuanced portrayals of a character’s relationship with sex that I’ve ever read. compassionate and loving. novel canon, but it doesn’t matter too much. the atmosphere in this one was built up SO well wwx is triggered during sex - see notes work issues: none author issues: none

*see you yesterday* by glyphic

summary: oh, boy. modern AU with cultivation, and set on halloween - a russian doll-style death timeloop set in new york city following a wwx (believed to be dead) and lwj (studying for his doctorate) a few years after the roughly-canon adjacent events of nightless city. there’s some memory manipulation involved to make wwx and lwj forget each other after the war, but it’s easiest to just read it and see how it all comes together. the novel-inspired worldbuilding is absolutely incredible, and I was also impressed by the more cql-leaning characterizations and the wonderful relationship development. absolutely lovely descriptions of the characters falling in love and finding joy amidst some of the darkest lives I’ve seen them live. this is a very angsty and difficult version of the story and I did have to fight back tears more than once, but it was so worth it. currently unfinished but the last chapter took a year to come out so I’m holding out hope expect everything that happened to the wens, wwx, and mama lan in canon, plus child death. see notes for each chapter’s specific warnings; this is not a lighthearted or easy work work issues: none author issues: none

a bite of a vow, a taste of the truth by occultings (microcomets)

summary: kind of a guilty pleasure tbh because this is schlocky and tropey but modern AU wwx and lwj are cultivators who are assigned a case on the disappearance of all these couples and they have to pretend to be a couple in order to infiltrate and…yeah there’s succubi involved they have to ‘prove’ they’re a couple. so they pretend? but there’s no actual sexual activity forced by situation or under the influence of magic when they do eventually get together I thought it was really sweet. the characterizations are good, there’s fun interpersonal drama/angst, and the ending made me smile a lot. I also liked the exploration of wwx’s backstory and I thought it tied in well with canon. what can I say work issues: several allusions to wwx’s cnc fantasies. the actual sex scene isn’t very appealing imo but nothing terrible author issues: allusions to cnc, genderbends, sex pollen

*Vagabond by xantissa

summary: postcanon, wwx returns from a year of travels to a mysterious illness plaguing the region. he, lwj, and another investigator work to solve it while he and lwj navigate their feelings. I liked the oc a lot - lwj has a friend! I don’t want to give more detail because the mystery is so compelling and the plot twist was a genuine surprise. there were a lot of little details that didn’t make sense, but I loved how sweet wwx was with wen ning, and the romance was so satisfying it’s kind of up to interpretation but there is arguably in-universe homophobia and consent to sex under a false identity also, one lan has romantic feelings for another one, but based on how it’s treated I really don’t think they’re related work issues: PM mountain kiss is talked about and it’s not made a big deal of 🙄 author issues: lxc/lwj is the big one. also nhs/nzh, niyao, xiyao, 3zun, dubcon

empty as the sky by incendir                

summary: lwj and wwx investigate a cursed pot, which sends wwx into another reality in which he holds a powerful political position, retained his golden core, and is still in the lives many of his loved ones, some of whom don’t even exist in his old life. his subsequent dissatisfaction pushes him to reflect on his original life and where his true happiness lay. I really like stories where canon wwx interacts with alternate versions of his story, and this is a nice examination of a world that wouldn’t be out of place in a fix-it fic, but with a balanced and thoughtful portrayal of what that would still be lost in that world as a result. there were joys and sorrows in both lifetimes, which imo follows the themes of canon well. cql verse, except wwx is in mxy’s body. lwj isn’t actually there for most of this fic, but their relationship is ever-present work issues: bit of ableism treated poorly? a wheelchair user’s chair is grabbed without his permission in the style of wwx’s boundary-pushing in CR. other than that..wwx is nicer to jc than he would be in canon imo but this is years after the temple showdown and they appear to have reconciled author issues: nhs/nzh, sl/xxc/xy, jl/lsz

[winterweary]

Skating with Satan

Little SFW drabble because I'm anxious and also super worried I'm going to miss out on wild ice skating this season!! I'm hoping it will still be good conditions when I can go out Wednesday...

I like when Satan gets to try new things.

GN Reader

“Surely you jest.”

The look on Satan’s face made you laugh, the sound a little breathless from the work of tightening your skates onto your feet around the bulk of your winter clothing. Carefully you heaved yourself into a squatting position, slowly standing on shaking legs before you answered.

“Of course not. Come on! It’s fun once you get the hang of it,” you promised, feeling out your balance and steadying. You held out a hand to where he’s standing on the shore of the frozen pond, looking from you to the skates in his hands dubiously.

“I’ve never read anything about strapping knives to your feet for fun,” he grumbled, but he edged onto the ice and sat to put on his pair as you cheered.

While you waited, you pushed off and skated in a few small circles, getting your ‘sea legs’ back so to speak.

“It always takes a minute to get reacquainted when the season starts,” you tell him cheerily, sliding back over to his side as he finished. You offered him two hands, Satan taking them and clutching tight. Carefully you helped him stand, biting back a grin when he hissed out a startled noise as his legs wobbled.

“This is madness,” he mumbled, and you gave his hands a reassuring squeeze.

“I know you’ll be a natural,” you tell him soothingly, which makes him jut out his chin in that determined way he had and straighten up a bit.

“Okay, let’s start slow. I’ll just pull you,” you instruct, gently tugging to pull him over the ice. At first, he’s wobbly as a baby fawn, cheeks reddening as he tried to keep standing. Once he’s steady, you drop one of his hands, skating to his side from in front of him.

“Now you try!”

As Satan held your hand, he made a few tentative strides, mimicking your movements carefully.

“See! I knew you’d get the hang of it,” you praised, watching him almost visibly puff up at the attention.

“I suppose it’s not too difficult…It’s just balance,” he replied, pleased. For a few long moments you skate in silence together, the soft shushing sound of your blades on the ice the only noise in the cool winter air. Suddenly Satan stops, making you halt as well. You watch as he lifts his gaze to rake over the landscape, a breeze chasing flurries over the frozen pond, dark pines cradling the shore and the Devildom moon glowing almost as bright as sunlight.

With a tug, Satan pulls you to him, catching your hips and tilting his head to give you a sudden, hard kiss. It startles you, the heat of his mouth a shock against your chilled skin, the passion behind it equally warming.

“Thank you,” he says when he pulls back and you’re still stunned into silence, “For sharing these things with me.”

“Thank you for trying it,” you reply softly, leaning into his hold and giving him a squeeze around the waist in return. His cheeks flush and his gaze casts down as he quietly flusters, moment of boldness retreating. You beam happily, pressing a kiss to his cheek before releasing him to skate a short distance away.

“Come on! Catch me if you can!”

Satan grins and moves after you. Soon he’s gotten the hang of it and is almost as graceful as you on the ice. Still, he doesn’t mind letting you escape his hold every so often. It makes the kisses he wins when he catches you even more sweet.

[misswynters]

FROSTFANG

Winter’s Claw

Mentioned: The Boy who claimed a dragon

Appearance

Frostfang is a majestic dragon with a stunning appearance that reflects its northern heritage. Its scales are a brilliant, pure snow white, giving it a ghostly, ethereal quality that stands out against the icy landscapes of the North. The dragon’s eyes are a deep, piercing blue, reminiscent of the winter sky. Its wings, vast and imposing, are edged with shimmering frost that catches the light with an almost magical glow. Frostfang’s breath is a chilling mist that freezes anything it touches, adding to its fearsome reputation.

Size

Frostfang is medium sized, and not so battle hardened. Its imposing presence and the icy aura it exudes make it a formidable creature in its own right.

History

Frostfang has a storied history that reflects its importance to House Stark. The dragon was bonded with Daenys Targaryen, the reader’s mother, a dragonrider of notable skill and bravery. Daenys rode Frostfang during her time in the North alongside her husband Luceon Arryn, using the dragon’s icy breath and strength to defend the lands and support the Stark family. The bond between Daenys and Frostfang was one of mutual respect and understanding, and the dragon played a crucial role in many pivotal moments in the history of House Stark and House Arryn.

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[argisthebulwark]

Happy week one of @tescheer everyone!✨ This is fairly short since I'm still recovering from Nano, but I decided to write a little snippet with the first week's prompts Cloak and Snow :)

Starlight twinkled across the night sky, interrupted only by the white flakes as they drifted lazily toward the ground. The well worn footpath was long lost under gathering snowbanks. The Dragonborn's hands raised toward the heavens, fingertips growing numb after a long trek. Their mouth opened but found there were no words that could capture nature's beauty; snowflakes whirled in all directions and fell to blanket the silent plains of Whiterun. Trees bowed and swayed as snow gathered upon their branches, beasts silent and hiding from the late winter chill. They puffed out a cloudy breath and grinned up at the colors dancing over the horizon. For one brief moment they felt entirely alone in the universe.  "You'll catch your death out here."

Vilkas grumbled from nearby, arms surely folded over his chest. They ignored his tone - he meant no harm. Turning to chastise him for ruining the moment they paused, taken aback by the sight. Vilkas' dark hair collected flecks of snow, soft brown eyes sweeping across the landscape. Chilly winds had left his lips pink and gloved hands tightened the fur lined cloak around his shoulders. Against a backdrop of pure white he stood prominent, a shadow contrasting the dreamy background. A gentle breeze stole away the fog of his breath and whipped hair out of his face, causing the Dragonborn's heart to thump against their ribs.  He was beautiful. Bundled into his layers and brows furrowed, Vilkas looked stunning even as he stood ankle deep in snow. Despite all his grumping he'd insisted on accompanying them on their walk. Throughout his endless stream of snarky comments Vilkas had tied a scarf around their neck before tiptoeing out of Jorrvaskr. The Dragonborn stared at this man who seemed to care so deeply despite his endless protests and felt something swell deep in their chest.  "What?" He barked, cheeks bright when his glare cut over to them. His gaze softened and the Dragonborn felt a thread between their hearts snap into place, a string tightening and drawing them closer. Snow crunched underfoot as they stomped to stand before Vilkas, unsure what they intended to say.  "You're pretty." The Dragonborn watched a flash of color raise in his face, those brown eyes panning over the white hills once more. Vilkas cleared his throat as he pointedly avoided meeting their gaze but he did not move away. The Dragonborn's muscles tensed, awaiting whatever killing blow he intended to deal - his words were always especially cutting. They were stunned when he remained silent, gloved hands raising to the clasp of his cloak.  In one quick flourish, fur and soft cloth was wrapped around their body. Vilkas focused intently as he pinned it in place around their throat, the supple leather of his gloves brushing against their jaw. The Dragonborn didn't speak as he worked, though something about the way their mingling breath formed a small cloud between them captured their heart. Snowflakes continued to gather in the gentle waves of his hair, one catching on his long lashes before he stepped back.  "I told you to wear a coat." He chided, though the annoyance in his voice felt empty. Swathed in fur warmed by his body the Dragonborn couldn't help but feel cared for, his cloak wrapped neatly over their half buckled armor. It radiated the smells of home - smoke from the crackling fire in Jorrvaskr's main hall and a hint of juniper berries. The Dragonborn tucked their arms into Vilkas' cloak and, feeling just a tad daring, grasped blindly for his hand. He grumbled but accepted it, eventually allowing an arm around his middle as their legs grew tired.  The Dragonborn didn't keep track of how long they remained out there, standing on one of the many hills surrounding Whiterun's outer walls. A fallen guard tower jutted up through the blanket of snow coating the plains and constellations danced overhead, watery moonlight playing across the land. It felt so simple to simply exist with him, allowing snow to gather around their boots and melt into their hair. The two returned to Jorrvaskr when the first rays of sunlight peeked across the horizon, painting the snowy lands in all shades of pink and yellow. Soon, children would begin waking and dragging their parents into the streets. Creatures would emerge from their cover in search of food and the stars would melt into the sky. Life would march on as it always had. Each year when the snow began to fall, the Dragonborn could not help but fondly recall that night spent gazing into the heavens with Vilkas. He was not a man of flowery words but had proven that he would always be there to chase away the cold.

[averillaratargaryen]

“A Better Man.”

Chapter XXVII

The dawn breaks cold and gray over Winterfell, casting a muted light across the snow-draped stronghold.

Frost clings to the spindly branches of barren trees in the godswood, while the heart tree, its red leaves striking against the white landscape, watches solemnly.

“I suppose you ought to make way back, to Dragonstone” Cregan Stark walks into Jace’s chamber.

One that we had been granted stay in.

“On the note that you will keep your word” Jacerys responds, “the realm will be torn apart, should the men not remember the oath they took to King Viserys, and his rightful heir.”

“Starks do not forget their oaths, my Prince” Cregan stark makes his way forward towards Jacerys as he gives a helping hand.

As he held onto a piece of Jacerys clothing, he looked down towards the Prince, and let out a soft smile, “but you must know I am torn between the North and South. In winter, my duty to the wall is more dire, then what i owe, to Kings Landing.”

Jacerys looks to Cergan with a sigh.

“Come, let me show you something” Cregan then stood up, as he awaited Jacerys follow.

…

“The Hightowers had planned to usurp the throne. My sister being the advantage to them, and successfully they had taken Aegon to sit the iron throne. But wrongfully so, it should be my mother” Jacerys spoke, as he and Cregan were walking along.

“If war is to come, my mother will need an army. She will need support, and no doubt from your people” Jacerys responds.

“I guess you have not taken a look to your sisters or mothers ravens they have sent. Although they had sent possibly hundreds” Cregan responds.

“I do not wish to read them. As much as i love them both, they are weak in the fact that they wish i accept their apology and the fate of usurpers. But i am nor weak nor forgiving to such things” Jacerys responds.

“Your sister is wed, to this usurper, as you call him” Cregan announced the news to which Jacerys found himself in shock, as his steps stopped.

Cregan turns to face Jacerys, as he realises his shock from his statement.

“Your sister, her Grace, has now been crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Prince Aegon had given up his throne, to her” Cregan updated him.

“That is.. impossible. My sister would not accept. She- she knows the throne belongs to my mother” Jacerys responds.

“Your mother has accepted to. Your family no longer live within Dragonstone. They have moved back to Kingslanding. From what i gathered through her Grace’s ravens, she wished for your blessing” Cregan responds.

Jacerys scoffs, at the thought that her sister had decided to marry a man like Aegon. To marry into a family who would take no second look into hurting his own family.

Their own mother.

He continued walking ahead, Cregan taking a couple of steps behind, noticing the change in his demeanour.

Cregan soon stopped, as he let Jacerys walk ahead, when he noticed what was before him.

Jacerys stopped his steps, as he looked around, the cold air around him as he took a deep breath.

Cregan gave him a couple of quick seconds to take it all in, before he joined beside him,

“My father bought King Jaeherys and Queen Alysanne to see the Wall. His grace stood at this very outlook and watched, as their dragons, the greatest power in the world, refused to cross it.”

Jacerys listened in quietly, his eyes still looking around him, stunned and confused.

Cregan then leans in, as he spoke softly, “do you think my ancestors built a 700 foot wall of ice, to keep out snow and savages?”

“What does it keep out?” Jacerys asks, as he looks ahead to the wall, dazed into it.

Before he turns to look towards Cregan Stark.

“Death” Cregan whispered.

A silence was shared between the two, as Cregan let out a low sigh, before he turned to face the Wall once again, as did Jacerys, yet his eyes were focused up, towards the sky, as he watched the snow fall.

“Your mother needs not to worry, of our support, should she need an army to fight for her. I have a thousands of Graybeards, who have already seen too many winters. They are well honed” Cregan offers Jacerys a deal.

“So they’re old?” Jacerys asks, to which him and Cregan then share a friendly chuckle with one another.

“I can ready them to march at once” Cregan responds.

Jacerys nods, accepting the deal as he looks towards Cregan, “if your Graybeards can fight, my family will have them.”

“They will fight hard. Like Northerners” Cregan assures Jacerys with his response.

“My Lord” a voice was heard from behind both Cregan Stark, and Jacerys, as one of Cregan’s men came towards them, holding a raven.

Cregan took the raven from his hand, before his man then spoke, “a raven had just arrived. Urgent news from Kingslanding.”

Cregan and Jacerys took a glance at one another, as the raven was placed within the palm of his hand, before Cregan looks down to the raven, as he decides to discover what urgent news it might be.

Jacerys looked towards Cregan, watching his lips tremble, and no longer was it from the cold, but a worried look on his face.

“What is it, my Lord?” Jacerys ask.

Cregan slowly looks up toward Jacerys, silently conflicting within himself on how he should break the news.

“The Princess, your mother..” he gulps.

Jacerys puts his hand out, in hopes to gain the letter from Cregan Stark, as he knew his reaction only meant it was bad news.

Cregan took the raven to Jacerys hand, before turning away.

Jacerys looks down, the news of his mother’s death meeting his eyes.

-

Within the Bay of Shipbreaker, Averillara and Aegon rode ahead, the figures of people stood nearby as they discovered Lucerys belongings, as it was washed to shore.

As the local people looked up, they noticed two dragons above, causing them to scream out of panic.

“Dragon!” One screamed.

“Run!” Another shouted, as they began to run and scream.

Averillars continued making her way, Aegon following ahead when he noticed the shift in her body.

“Averillara do not” Aegon warns her.

“Do not kill these people for parading around as they insult my brother?” Averillara responds.

“You have always said, do not fight with dragons. You know the danger of it, and what it will do. Do not let your anger get the better of you” Aegon responds, a plead in his voice.

Averillara looks to her palms, noticing the strong hold she had against her harness, as she was riding Melbal, before slowly loosening her grip.

As they made their way to ground, Averillara took no time in letting her feet hit the ground, as she took her steps towards what was bought to shore.

Lucerys’ cloak lay against the sand, its edges still dusted with faint salt from the storm that had claimed him.

Aegon had made his way toward her, yet kept a slight distance, as he knew that space is what she needed.

As of now.

Averillara’s reached out with trembling hands, fingers brushing the fabric as if it might bring him back, her mind struggling to reconcile the child she’d known with the relics of a life so suddenly extinguished.

His small, dragon-embroidered clasp was tucked beside it, dulled but recognizable, and she lifted it to her chest, feeling its chill bite through her fingertips.

Her vision blurred, tears falling unchecked as she let her hand drift over the cloak, feeling each tear and threadbare spot where his hands had clutched it on his journeys.

Aegon felt her choke on her own breath, as she held this cloak against her chest, finding it hard to breathe.

He sighed as he looked up toward the grey sky, realising that Camyla was right all along.

Averillara’s reaction had only confirmed it.

Averillara’s sobs tore through, raw and broken, as she clutched Lucerys’s cloak tightly to her chest, pressing it against her heart as if it could somehow fill the gaping void his death had left behind.

Her cries began as a low, trembling sound, barely more than a whisper, but soon grew into a wrenching wail, each sob catching in her throat like a jagged shard of glass.

As she was sat at her knees, Aegon approached her, kneeling beside her.

“Averillara” he whispered.

“They took him away” Averillara cried out, before she looked towards Aegon, “they took my baby brother away!”

Aegon pulls her towards him, embracing her tightly as he let her cry against her.

Her sobs muffled as her head was buried within his shoulder, yet the feeling of her heart breaking, vibrated through his body.

“I’m so sorry” he whispered, as he placed a peck against her head, to then rest his cheek against it once again.

-

“Why would you do something like this?” Alicent’s shout was followed by the echo within the chamber she, Aemond and Cole stood in, as she harshly slapped her son against his cheek.

“It was an accident” Aemond responded, holding his cheek, as he looked back to his mother, “I did not plan to kill him.”

“What was your plan exactly, Aemond?” Alicent asks, “you have acted out of impulse and foolishness!”

“I only wished to frighten him into not making an alliance with the House Baratheon” Aemond responds, “i lost control of Vhagar-!”

“Lost control?” Alicent chuckles, “lost control.”

She whispered with a nod, “Vhagar is a war dragon. You followed a child, with a war dragon, and you expected to only scare him away?”

Aemond could not respond to her mother, before Alicent turned to Ser Cole.

“And you” she calls out, “i am the mother of your child yet you did not confide with me. Instead, you chose to play along with such a childish plan.”

“Your grace” he whispered.

“I am carrying your child, Cole!” Alicent shouts, “did you not think of that? Of us? Of your child?”

Ser Cole looked away in guilt.

“I did what i had to, in order to weaken Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne” Aemond responded.

Alicent turned to face him, “he was just a child, Aemond.”

“Oh do not feel so sorry for him” Aemond responds, “what of my eye? He had to pay!”

“You agreed to make peace with it years ago!” Alicent shouts back, “Lucerys was a child and you killed him in cold blood!”

The silence was deafening, amongst both, Ser Cole and Aemond.

“You will have your brother and Averillara to answer to” she whispered, “and pray to the gods she shows you mercy.”

Alicent then turns away as she storms out, Ser Cole following behind her.

As Aemond watches the two leave, he notices Helaena walk in, closing the chamber door behind him.

Aemond turns his back toward her.

“I warned you, Aemond” Helaena spoke.

“Do not” Aemond sighed with his response.

“You can not deny what you have done” Helaena responds.

“It was an accident” Aegon spoke through gritted teeth.

“Was it an accident when you chose to poison our sister, Rhaenyra?” Helaena asks.

Aemond walks toward Helaena, as he held a tight grip against her jaw, “know of what you speak.”

“Or what?” Helaena asks, “Will you kill me as you did Lucerys?”

Aemond’s hardened gaze turned soft, his grip slowly loosening, before he let go completely.

His shoulder pushed past Heleana as he wished to walk away, yet she had one question left to ask him, causing him to stop at the door.

His hand grasping the knob.

“Was it worth it?” She asked.

-

Aegon and Averillara had returned home the same night, the Queen herself having no words to say, as she dismissed herself to her chamber.

Leaving the orders to Aegon.

“We will not do anything. Not until Jacerys arrival” Aegon responds.

He looks to Helaena, before his eyes avert away from his family, toward Rhaenys, “Prince Lucerys belongings are in the hands of Averillara as she wished to hold onto them until tomorrow morning.”

“Aegon” Alicent whispered.

Yet Aegon dismissed her as he did not look her way, “if that is all, then, goodnight.”

He gives a small nod before he walks away, not acknowledging his family.

…

It had gotten to the next day. Despite waiting for Jacerys arrival, he was yet to be seen.

Giving Averillara no choice but to go ahead with giving her mother and Lucerys their peace.

She wished no longer, to hold onto them, but to let them go.

…

They stood within the grounds, Rhaenyra’s body before them, as her sons belongings rested beside her.

Averillara sighed, as she looked beside her, to where Alicent was stood.

Noticing the remorse the old friend felt, toward losing Rhaenyra, as her eyes spoke, when they flickered, as she let out a small gasp.

Helaena, who was stood beside her, held her mother’s hand as she tried her best in comforting her mother.

Averillara then turned back around to face Aegon, looking down toward their hands, as they held onto each others, before looking back up.

Aegon nods, before the two slowly unlock the hold within each others hands, Averillara then making her way forward, from the others.

Her eyes did not dare to look down. She did not wish to. Not yet.

She looked up toward Melbal, who was sat high above, causing the tears that were stuck within her eyes to stream down her cheeks.

Averillara thought herself ready, as she spoke, “Drac-“

She found herself letting out a sob, not being able to say the words.

Alicent gently clamped her eyes shut, as she heard Averillara’s cry.

Her lips folded, as she took a deep breath, the guilt being held within her.

Averillara was quick to hold herself together, once again, as she stopped Aegon from coming toward her, with a motion of her hand.

With the other hand, she wiped her tears, and held a breath in, before she looked up once again.

This time, she let her words out clear enough, “Dracarys!”

It was soon after she finally looked down, watching the flames that burnt her mother to crisp, her mind bearing all sorts.

Despite everyone’s await for Jacerys, no one had noticed his arrival, as he stood behind everyone as left soon after, not being able to bare to see anymore.

-

It had gotten to noon, when Averillara found herself within her chamber as she was to herself.

A cup of water beside her.

As much as she wished to have sunk down a cup of wine and find herself numb within the moment, she knew the harms it would cause her and her child.

It was a sacrifice in which she had no choice but to make.

She sighs, leaning back against the chair she was sat in, herself nearby the fireplace.

“Your Grace?” Rhaenys calls from behind the chamber door.

“Come in” Averillara sighed in response.

Rhaenys had opened the door, Averillara looking ahead as she awaited for what news was to come, until she found herself shocked, as she stood up slowly.

“Jacerys” Averillara whispered.

Rhaenys looks towards Jacerys, and to Averillara, giving both a head bow, before she dismisses herself, knowing the two siblings would wish to spend time with one another alone.

“Jacerys, i-?” Averillara spoke but then stopped, having no words to say when they both stood apart from one another.

Many unsolved emotions through them both.

“Your Grace” he stated.

Averillara sighed as she rolled her eyes away, not wishing to be labelled as the Queen. At least not in this moment.

His voice was shivered as he spoke his next words, doing his most to not break down whilst letting her know of his completed duty.

“Lady Jane Arryn, has pledged her support, in exchange for a Dragon, to guard the Vale” He announces.

Averillara nods, before she quietly responds, her voice tired and aching, “i suppose i can make that arrangement.”

“And Lord Creg-“ he cleared his throat, causing Averillara to look at him softly.

“Lord Cregan Stark has promised 2,000 men” Jace had found himself doomed to keeping himself together when his eyes became teary, as he let out a quivered breath.

Averillara began to make her way to him slowly, as he could no longer bring himself to speak, the two looking for the pain in each others eyes.

Averillara’s arms reached out for Jace’s, as did his, before the two embraced one another tightly.

She rested his head against her shoulder, as Jace found himself sobbing within her embrace, as did she.

Tears spilled silently down their cheeks, mingling with the memories and pain that pulsed between them.

After so much time they spent apart, their shoulders trembled, holding each other up in the shared weight of loss, the warmth of their embrace the only solace on a day made so cold by grief.

-

Averillara saw to it, that Jacerys was given himself a chamber near to her, as she let him be to rest.

Erryk, her mother’s guard who had now been passed on to Averillara, was stood at his chamber door, as requested by the Queen herself.

Whilst Averillara herself, found herself within the gardens, a stroll she wished to take by herself.

Until she was unfortunate to have bumped into a face she did not wish to see. At least not of now.

“Averillara” Alicent spoke.

“Your grace” Averillara corrected her.

“I am sorry. About everything, about it all” Alicent responds, “i had written a letter-.”

“A letter?” Averillara cut her off from speaking of letters, “a letter to apologise for the slaughter of my family?”

“I did not mean for any of this to happen, i swear it” Alicent responds.

“You meant it the day you chose to put your children and yourself against my mother and my family” Averillara responds.

“Rhaenyra was my friend too. She was.. dear to me” Alicent nods.

“Is that why you chose to treat her so horribly all these years?” Averillara asks.

“I made some mistakes, yes” Alicent nods, “but so did your mother.”

“My mother made mistakes that were none of your concern” Averillara responded, “if she wished to have bastard children then let her be. Viserys was happy. It did not hurt anybody. Laenor saw us as his own.”

“She hurt your father” Alicent responds, “she betrayed him whilst he was in love.”

“Then he should have fought to resist himself” Averillara responded, “my mother was younger than me, when she was with me. Cole was much older with a duty at his hand yet he let it slip and all you ever care about is that my mother bore bastard children! Your family and its hatred is the reason i have lost my own, Alicent!”

Her voice was raised, alarming others around. Not many seeing Averillara this angry. At least not today.

Alicent nods, as she looks away, “perhaps I should have waited before i wished to make ends meet.”

“Our ends will never meet” Averillara responds, “i gave you mercy because there is a much punishable debt than having you killed, after what your family has put mine through. That is keeping you alive, with me on that throne.”

Alicent found herself stunned by Averillara, not being able to believe the side to her that was now put to show.

“Just as you treated my mother, will be exactly how I treat you” Averillara whispered her final words before she pushed past Alicent and away from her.

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chapter 28

[snowrider3d]

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[cascadeclan-gen]

Territory

CascadeClan makes its home in the Silver Fir Zone of the North Cascades National Park.

The territory is a wet woodland. There is a large stream running through the center, leading to a perched lake that overflows in the spring and fall to create a cascading waterfall. Near the stream are deciduous trees and a wealth of flowers, but the trees turn to fir and cedar the further away from it you get. The understory is full of brambles, ferns, and creeping vines, and many small animals and birds make their home within. The land is steep, and riddled with divots and gullies created by avalanches and landslides.

Spring and fall are rainy, and summer is kept cool by the shade and the humidity. Winters can be harsh, with low temperatures and a frequent snowfall, but at least it keeps the predators away!

CascadeClan’s camp is located on a small island by the lakeshore. Stepping-stones allow easy access, but an apprentice’s first task is often swimming to shore.

Leader’s Den: an upturned tree stump; the den is in a hollow in the trunk, and the leader addresses the Clan from atop the roots

Healer’s Den: a large stone leaning against a log is the entrance; inside is a small clearing surrounded by ferns where cats sleep and are treated, and herbs are stored within the log

Warrior’s Den: a collection of large rocks; they’ve been stacked to create a roof, and the area underneath has been dug out to create a spacious hollow

Apprentice’s Den: a structure made of driftwood; the sticks have been leaned against each other to create a triangular shelter, with vines and large leaves woven in to help stabilize the den

Nursery: inside of a thick blackberry bush; the inner walls have been lined with moss to prevent kittens getting scratched on the thorns

Elder’s Den: nestled into the roots of a tree stump on its side; the roots have been woven with vines and driftwood to create a cozy shelter

Landmarks:

Greenfur: a large, imposing fir tree neat the lake. Moss grows from its branches and along its trunk, and many prey animals make their home nearby, making it a great place to hunt.

The Shallows: a short walk along the lakeshore from camp, the lake is shallow and calm, with large rocks for sunning and water perfect for an afternoon swim!

Darkhollow: an abandoned bear den, nestled in the root system of a tree near the Lodge. While no bears have been seen there in a while, sometimes big cats or lone wolves and coyotes will stay within for a brief time. The Clan keeps a close eye on its occupants.

Lookout Point: a ridge with stunning views of the other mountains, as well as the landscape below. A popular place to patrol with a crush.

Training Field: a sunny area along the stream. Little tree cover and plenty of short grasses make it an ideal place to train apprentices, and a fallen tree offers an easy place to cross.

Border Groups:

Little Bear Lodge: A Twoleg vacation destination. A group of loners lives nearby, fed by the workers at the Lodge. Rooms are available within, and a handful of small cabins are available for rent as well. Kittypets sometimes come through with their owners.

Ranger Cabins: A collection of cabins for Park Rangers to live in. Seasonal kittypets live here, often returning year after year.

Group 6: A group of coyotes that live near CascadeClan’s territory. The family group often fights with the cats, as an ambitious or aggravated coyote may view them as a meal.

Territory Tales:

Bigmaw: apprentices whisper about a fish that lives deep within the lake, big enough to swallow a cat whole. Dubbed Bigmaw, apprentices left to their own devices often dare each other to go deeper to get a glimpse of this beast.

The Ancestors: CascadeClan’s version of StarClan. They believe their fallen Clanmates stay in the forest with them still, sending omens and signs to guide the living. It is believed that on full moons the Ancestors will join together for a massive hunt through the forest.

[bookofkatherine]

Touched by an Angel.... or a Celebrity?

Have you ever wondered what makes a star a star? Why they give out stars for the Walk of Fame in Hollywood, why talent scouts search for 'that star quality' or why one guy sells out stadiums while the other can't fill out a coffee house?

I used to wonder.

Not anymore.

I could tell you I learned the truth by studying the subject for ten years, but I'd be lying. Oh! I have studied the subject for ten years, but most of what I know is from first-hand interactions with the red-carpet world. Or, to be more specific, I'm involved with the powers-that-be in Hollywood- the ones who run the show, keep the glitz and make the glamour.

And it's not what you think.

But once you know, things start to make a lot of sense. The world isn't so confusing anymore. And you start to see the magic at work all around us - little things we take for granted. But would be miserable without them.

If it were up to the Devil, the Earth would be scorched- a poisonous sulphur landscape blackened and without life.

But it isn't. Earth has forests, flower beds, healthy crops and stunning mountain ranges with glorious sunsets. Oh, we humans have certainly harmed the Earth, hunting its most amazing wildlife into extinction, but we aren't the only ones running the show.

Oh no. We are not alone

_

The truth is, angels are among us. They can take any human form they'd like. Some are good. Some are bad. And here on Earth, the split between the two is 50/50.

You may have heard that a third of the Angels fell when Satan rebelled against the God of the Angel Armies. But what you haven't heard is this:

• A third of the Angels remain in heaven. They are the stars that watch us from above. All of them are faithful to the Lord. They are ruled by Enoch, a prophet-turned-angel wrote wrote the very first book of the original Bible: the Book of Enoch. In some texts he is known as Metatron after he becomes an angelic leader in the heavens.

• A third of the Angels are called the Fallen. Yes! That's right! Only 33% of all angels fell, meaning Satan's is in the minority. These Fallen Angels are down here on Earth, living among us and in the dark places, like the bottom of the ocean, dark caves, etc. Some will even possess humans. Either way, the Fallen Angels don't have much Authority. Their Authority died when they rebelled against the Throne. Instead they must get permission from the Lord to make any kind of move. And thus, to their abject horror and dismay, they end up carrying out the Lord's judgment against their own followers, and strengthening their enemies through attacks fashioned just so! So that the attack acts as training for the Lord's faithful.

• The final third of angels remain faithful to the Lord too, but they're bound to Earth as well, counteracting the evil angels banished to this soil. These obedient angels garden the Earth, keeping time, keeping the calendar, guiding the seasons and the elements, feeding the rivers, instructing hibernation, waking the trees and putting them to sleep in winter. You can categorize their ranks by the order of nature, from the wind to the sea to the rivers to the rain, each is ruled by an army of angels across the Earth.

_

Now here's the interesting part: angels can have babies with humans. And these are the bloodlines that form many of the Royals around the world as well as many celebrity families.

Thousands of years ago our celebrities would have been called gods in many cases. But the truth is much more simple: angels walk among us and they are glorious. And their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren walk among us too. And those boodlines shine.

They shine whether you see them walking in a mall or on the big screen or on the small screen. They stick out in a crowd. They glow and sparkle. People tend to gravitate towards them or look up to them. We use cosmetics to try and look like them. Have you seen what drugstore makeup looks like? It looks like stardust in all sorts of shapes and sizes, liquid to powder.

But those who don't need makeup sparkle anyway, don't they? They shine like a star for a reason. Stars are angels. And certain bloodlines have angelic DNA.

Me? I can't have children. But I am in love with many angels, most of whom I met through Hollywood.

And now we've left, living on a different coast. Hollywood has had to kill off most of my angel's plotlines as a result.

But we have a battle to fight.

The Last Battle.

For more daily updates, visit my Prophet's Journal feed on Twitter! @ prophetsjournal !

...

C'mon... you guys didn't really think Chris Hemsworth was human, did you!?

[eurotripping24]

Discovering the Charm of France: From the Majestic Alps to Sunlit Vineyards

France is a tapestry woven with diverse landscapes, from the soaring peaks of the Alps to the sprawling vineyards that blanket the countryside. Each region offers a unique blend of natural beauty, culinary excellence, and deep-rooted history, making France a top destination for travelers seeking a blend of adventure and culture.

The Majestic French Alps

The French Alps are a paradise for adventure seekers and nature lovers alike. Towering above the eastern part of the country, these dramatic mountains offer breathtaking views and a host of outdoor activities throughout the year. In the winter, the Alps transform into a premier skiing destination, with world-famous resorts like Chamonix and Courchevel providing perfect conditions for snow sports enthusiasts. As the snow melts, the region blossoms into a haven for hikers, mountain bikers, and climbers who come to challenge themselves amidst the stunning alpine scenery.

Photographs of the Alps rarely do justice to their awe-inspiring beauty, but they can capture the essence of what it feels like to stand on top of France. From the crisp air to the unmatched panoramas, the Alps are a highlight of France’s geographical wonders.

Vineyards: The Heart of French Wine Country

No journey through France would be complete without a visit to its renowned vineyards. The country’s reputation as a wine powerhouse is well-earned, with regions like Bordeaux, Burgundy, and Champagne producing some of the world’s most celebrated wines. The vineyards themselves are a sight to behold, with endless rows of grapevines stretching into the horizon, often set against the backdrop of historic châteaux and rustic farmhouses.

Wine tours offer a deeper understanding of the winemaking process, from grape cultivation to barrel aging, and, of course, wine tasting. Each vineyard has its own story, characterized by the variety of grapes grown and the unique soil compositions that influence the flavor of each vintage. Whether you're a seasoned sommelier or a casual wine lover, the vineyards of France provide a picturesque and educational experience that captivates all who visit.

Experience the Diversity of France

France's appeal lies in its diversity. The contrast between the alpine adventures offered in the snow-capped mountains and the leisurely afternoons spent in sunlit vineyards encapsulates the French way of life — a balance between exhilaration and relaxation. This duality ensures that every traveler can find their perfect French experience, whether it’s scaling the rugged Alps or sipping Chardonnay under the warm sun.

Join us on this enchanting journey through France, as we explore more than just destinations. We dive into experiences that resonate with the soul, accompanied by photographs that bring the French landscape to life right before your eyes. From the highest peaks of the Alps to the serene expanses of the vineyards, France awaits to share its treasures with you.

[choti12]

Discovering the Optimal Season: The Best Time to Experience Big Bend Texas

Nestled along the Rio Grande in the vast expanse of West Texas, Big Bend National Park stands as a testament to nature's grandeur. Spanning over 800,000 acres, this rugged wilderness offers a myriad of outdoor adventures, from hiking through towering canyons to stargazing under the vast desert sky. But when is the best time to visit this remote and awe-inspiring destination? Let's unravel the seasons of Big Bend and discover the optimal time to experience its wonders.

Spring: March to May

As winter loosens its grip and the desert begins to bloom, spring emerges as one of the prime seasons to visit Big Bend. Temperatures are mild, ranging from comfortable highs in the 70s to cooler evenings. Wildflowers carpet the desert floor in a riot of color, creating a stunning backdrop for hiking and photography. Spring also marks the peak of bird migration, making it a paradise for birdwatchers.

Summer: June to August

While summer in Big Bend brings scorching temperatures, reaching well over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, it also offers unique opportunities for adventure. For those willing to brave the heat, summer presents the chance to explore the park's trails and waterways with fewer crowds. Early mornings and late evenings provide a reprieve from the intense sun, allowing visitors to experience the park's beauty in relative solitude. Just be sure to stay hydrated and seek shade during the hottest hours of the day.

Fall: September to November

As summer wanes and the temperatures begin to cool, fall unveils its splendor in Big Bend. Crisp mornings give way to pleasant days, making outdoor activities all the more enjoyable. Fall also brings the annual Monarch butterfly migration, as well as opportunities to witness the changing colors of the desert foliage. With fewer visitors compared to the spring season, fall offers a tranquil and immersive experience amidst the rugged beauty of Big Bend.

Winter: December to February

While winter may not be the most popular time to visit Big Bend, it holds its own charm for those seeking solitude and serenity. Daytime temperatures are mild, ranging from the 50s to 60s, perfect for hiking and exploring the park's diverse landscapes. Clear skies and low humidity create ideal conditions for stargazing, offering unparalleled views of the Milky Way against the backdrop of the desert night.

In conclusion, the best time to visit Big Bend depends on your preferences and tolerance for weather extremes. Whether you're drawn to the vibrant blooms of spring, the solitude of summer, the colors of fall, or the tranquility of winter, each season offers its own unique opportunities to experience the magic of this remote wilderness. So pack your bags, prepare for adventure, and embark on a journey to discover the wonders of Big Bend, Texas, no matter the season.