#the trees spoke to me
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people suspecting seunghan and eunseok hung out bc of his wv post omg my eunhani i love them sm
🍨 anon
they were hanging out, i was there !
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step into the light
what do you see?
my sun,
my stars
shining on me
#narumitsu#wrightworth#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#ace attorney#can you BELIEVE i made it through that without a big ole smackeroo? amazing#anyway… dont think too hard abt what this is. theyre just in a magical place. dream world. idk. theyre in love does it even matter#shoutout to the anon that requested the kisses on the corners of the eyes…. my friend you spoke to a part of me that needed to awaken#the mush in this was brought to you by my maple tree of romance and a lifetime of boiling over with a need to channel it somewhere#they taste like a sunrise and syrup and i’m choking up#i hope the last page being colored isn’t too jarring it just looked like that in my head#that last panel of pg 2…. boys i’m printing that and sending it to all my friends bc wth i was FEVERISH with nrmts holy fuck#last art of 2023 AND first art of 2024. let it be a year of multi-track drifting#fan art#aa#rendevok#fan comic
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Reflecting by the nature! by polish artist Celina Dominikowska (1853)
#was going through her art and this one specifically spoke to me#her pretty clothes….. the shape of the bench….. the small dog…. the flowers and the trees in the back….#also the…ships? by the background#it’s quite hard to tell#well either way amazing painting williamkisser approved#also the man’s pants are so cool i actually have very similiar ones….they’re my favourite#the pockets are small as hell though😔#polish art#poland#polska#im not sure where this drawing came from but she owned a visual diary where she drew herself her friends family and places and its amazing#celina modrzejewska#polish artist#1800s#19th century#1853#vintage art#vintage poland#nature#art
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*putting a landmine down here* nobody step on this unless you want toxic yuri explosion
#beneath the trees where nobody sees#uhh this is like post-praludium somewhere after 1965-ish#they dated for 5 months. broke up. never spoke to each other for 17 years.#then the perfect circumstance brings up past tension. lol#sam x melody#i dunno dont involve me in that
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Well. I have to go break up with my dnd girlfriend later. Please help
#i literally cannot fuck this up. her dad is a wheel baron the party would be absolutely screwed#also i have to fight a demon cause the paladin got cursed and I said we should rob the guy who sold us the curse but the fighter stopped me#(the fighter then proceeded to drink human blood like twenty minutes later and appearantly thats morally correct but robbing the guy who-#-cursed you isnt?? idk whats going on with him tbh)#im carrying the entire fucking party#i got us out of a bar fight without getting arrested!! i spoke to the door and convinced it to let us in!!!#i put the bandits to sleep!!! i lit the tree on fire before it ate the fighter!!!!
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five yrs in forgotten valley would help akira tremendously
#stardust speaking !#'with what' i dont know#the farming game love is simply intense rn my heart aches for pixels forming trees and cows and turnips#also cuz mollys scene where she returned from a wedding of a former 'coworker' T_T not feeling like she belonged in the city#them more or less laughing at her when she spoke about her current job#oh my no1 love.....#matthew who feels like he isnt getting better & is frustrated about it#that nami scene where she admits she did intend to leave but she got hungry and wanted lou's cooking so she forgot about that & went back#premhyk akira is very.....lost to me T_T very kind and gentle but very. going along w the flow?#thinks of those lines about how they now can look at ppl at vincent & gilbert properly#while in the past they wouldve looked away & avoided them#also the line i always mention but akira taking comfort in the convo about burnt bread and jam and olive oil#lumina who plays perfectly but thats the issue because she just plays the notes. she isnt plyng like shes having fun#lumina who felt like she should become like her mother but also knows thats not what romana wants at all#luminas line about how practice feels like watching paint dry LMAAOOO I ADOREEEE her shes so. silly. so great#idk if ive ever said it here but forgetmenot valley has always been my favorite town. probably nostalgia factor but#i plyd hmds a tremendous amount LOL said i wouldnt marry muffy since i Always went for her in awl#so i went thro flora lumina nami.....rly like flora still i think shes cute#i miss leia too#also i read some of the engagement scenes and i rlyyyy like matthews and namis................(i like celias 9heart event a lot too LOL#i think shes cute#i should watch them too but i dont wanna yet ill do it some other time#also the gordy scene where he visits ur farm GOD the mc is SO cute T_T?!?!? the way they play w their dog ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!#thinking about flowerworks too......although i might be flawed but arent we all......#every step you took toughened the world....#god i Have been thinking about flowerworks lately but i havent listened cuz just thinking about the lyrics makes me tear up LOLT_T#akira and their wizards......1.5..........
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Oxytocin low. Send hugs.
#tiger’s roar#it has…been overcast for days. with no snow to maximize light output#and since it’s been so warm the trees think it’s fucking SPRING…not likely gonna get The Mirror Effect + Seasonal Coziness any time soon#and it’s when it looks like a so called Tender Tennessee Christmas outside…is when I actually get the winter SADs#because tennessee in winter is nothing but bizarre tempts and overcast browns. it’s miserable#also…I really only get People Hugs from a ‘what even are we really’ ‘s mom#like…once every two weeks. there’s only so much pets being snuggly and burrowing my face into a jumbo squishmellow can do to help with this#and…Someone told on me to 3rd Party. either someone broke confidence who was told to keep it#OR… ‘what even ARE we?!’ and their sibling (and possibly their parents) all played detective. and spoke to 3rd Party#I…would rather believe the second. vs betrayed Yet Again#because of the timing and because…they’re really the only ones who have Visibly been allowed to see just how Awful this was for me and…#still trying to put on a brave face. redraw boundaries. protect everyone#but I still feel so so fragile. and I need them HERE. and it feels so so selfish to want that#and doing my best to Brave Face is…walking on a fractured leg. but what else am I supposed to do#and…I feel so embarassed to basically expose just how damaged my attachment is#and that using friendships and longing for friendships and prioritizing platonic over romantic is…apparently not normal.#prolly a trauma response actually. and I cannot force people to be friends. because to me friends are surrogate family. literally#and that is…too intense. probably.#(…and did I mention that needing this just feels…selfish?)
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Shunley Prenard,,,, I love them your honor
#this whole episode i was. grinning whenever they spoke and then when dre revealed his cards i was like#shunley!!!!#they're just. listenin to trees and craving others' approval#theyre just like me fr#samantha talks#road to palisade#fatt#palisade
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i'm so curious as to what would happen to the leylines of exandria if ruidus were to be unmade/if predathos were to be released or break free
#basil.ramblings#cr spoilers#it is A Moon so i feel like that alone would make things weird. but ryn spoke a bit about how ruidus potentially affects leylines and the#cyclical nature of the shifting patterns (maybe having to do with ruidus's cycle) but if the luxon did create leylines#there might be leylines on ruidus as ruidus is made from exandria/like calls to like (it made me think of impact theory for real life moons#but if you were to y'know. have gods & primordials scoop a continent out of the world) and not to have luxon brainrot but it's cool to#examine the similarities there i.e. the 'souls' of these celestial bodies being these ancient 'gods' or something even greater than that.#it reminds me a lot of destiny and bloodborne and i love it#something something leylines being akin to rivers of magical energy something something how our moon affects the tides#or maybe ruidus makes its own weird leylines as the god Is able to create life (another fucked up luxon parallel dsfkjg)#(which is so fascinating to think about bc the luxon never created Souls or mortals?? it allegedly created the primordials and they were#life but they were Chaos)#but even if there aren't leylines on the moon it's so INTERESTING. it's not entirely similar but it reminds me of how the tree of names#carved a spell of protection into the face of exandria. it's about the Patterns#also totally unfounded but i wonder if apogee solstices happen every 120 years bc it's the restart of the cycle#/leylines returning to their Original Pattern bc that is definitionally when ruidus is the furthest from exandria? i doubt it's that simple#but skjdhf it's fun to think about!#anyway happy holidays i just got back from the store sjdhkfg
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Pls look at the tags on my part, idk what came over me
i don’t want to derail my own post but i just have to address
I’m sorry??????? You “KNOW” nobody on THIS hellsite
Watched
The
Fucking
Lorax????
#bro the lorax is a key part of my existence#my sister watched it as my mother and father conceived me#dont quote me on that#the lorax has always spoke to me#whether through the trees or the screen#he has influenced my every waking moment#and i will never be able to see a crazyily beautiful tree without thinking#i wish#i really wish#they looked more like lorax trees#like the trees that are smooth as silk#and as colourful as the rainbow#so no i haven't watched the lorax#i have experienced it in every way a person can
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HIIIII IM LOV U
HI I LOVE YOU MOOOOORE 😭💕
#poeticphoenix#smooching u as we speak actually#i miss u so much omg#k.ira is grabbing g.enesis and refuses to let him go#abt to cling like a koala on a eucalyptus tree DO U HEAR ME#[ 𝐢. ] answered › i spoke destruction into the world and i could not take it back.
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I, similarly, only do anything in life to get art references. Why am I laying under this bench at 11 at night? Because I wanted a reference of that broken lamp post, right there, that I thought would be neat at some point but I still have not drawn it. I do not ever need to draw it. I only want it, for the moment I may 'need'. No, I am not taking pictures of you and your family, inside your house, for any reason at all, besides the fact what if I NEED that reference? No, I am not taking a picture of your adorable outfit on this mannequin to sell to your competitors, I am going to draw my blorbo in it. I'm getting distracted. What's your cutest outfit.
the main driving force in my life is acquiring information. if you ever see me doing something stupid please understand its because i have probably developed some bizarre idea about how to acquire more information and i have disregarded other concerns ("safety," "politeness") in favor of my ultimate goal. what am i going to do with this information? nothing at all. i am going to sit on it like a dragon sits on its golden hoard. dragons dont need gold to buy anything they are just using it as some type of really big couch or sensory sand type of situation. this is my relationship to information. in the past i have been happy to eat villagers in order to acquire my information but i am trying to be better now and only blackmail them, which i understand is more polite in many human cultures. im losing track of this metaphor. someone tell me a secret.
#hope I didn't derail#your post spoke to me in a way I couldnt explain#I have over 500 images on my phone of various 'cool' bark#no I still haven't drawn any trees#but I have them
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got accosted by some old dude in the park today because i was having a moment of being hopelessly inflamed with the prophetic spirit quietly repeating myself "they all remember what was forgotten" over and over and staggering like a wounded animal but he didn't know what the geese and ducks and crows, rocks and trees remember which is that heaven's distance from earth is illusory and the moon hides every day beneath every body of water before surfacing at night so you shouldn't cry because the moon is gone
#seriously mentally unwell rn#was saved from a massive 34f98h9sdcaklmd#dissociative#episode?#psychotic???#any yeah idk#a tree god spoke to me#the pain is still there#though#ouchie
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The Consequence of Audience
As I went there through the long, long wood, I felt no-thing and I was no-thing and I was at ease. The grey ash trees and their mottled plumage were as one with each other, curving and branching to form a ceiling overhead. There was wide separation between trunks, creating vast corridors stretching off in all directions before me, behind me, all around me. O, what praise I could sing of that never-ending dusk fall I spent between those oaks! None came with me, none came upon me, for I was alone and I was at ease. Yet came the day the trees broke, the corridor ended, and I was thrust upon the rocky expanse that was the Great Dark. There I saw first face and heard footstep, few and far between, but I was no longer alone. It was a shameful deed to carry these two naked hands as they clenched hotly, now in full display for all to see. I had never noticed them in the wood, for I was at ease. Here, the taut skin seemed to stretch and sweat, almost glowing, as if exasperated of their own grip. For as I wandered the Great Dark, there was not but grey, barren rock as far as any eye could see. It did make a passerby out of an observer. I saw them trudge by, fingers dipped into their open mouths desperate for wetness, the lolled tongue. There, in the wood, I was the watcher, but here I am nothing but displacing air. Yet, within the smothering toil of my apathy, I had heard the bell. Murmur of God between their slick, bent fingers ruffled the hair on the back of my neck. My muscles groaned against the weight of the skin around them, aching to be set loose. All at once, I saw, from where I stood, there rose a great dome atop a hill on the horizon before me. Yes, I saw it there with mine own two eyes! The white exterior peered at me with flat orifices obscured through the mist, barely distinguishable from the dark sky behind it, as though all the world beyond the dome was cut from the same slab, only slightly effaced. The convex roof sat atop a disk, held up by great ionic pillars circling the temple. Steps radiated out and down the slope, like ripples in a pond escaping a dropped stone. It was greater than life, greater than the wood, greater than all else which filled this dark, and my gullible delight was that it was all mine. Yes, all mine! One could follow me to it but they could not follow me in. My hands stretched outwards with an audible cracking in the bone as I crept forward there. I could not tell you the rest. I would not even attempt, for it would change no-thing. To know if I did go completely naked into the theater of the divine. If I did need for no-thing, want for no-thing. If I was then full to the brim, cylindrical pull slid through my gaping jaw into my endless throat. If I saw it there, shimmering through the veil like pearlescent oil over crystal water. If it heard me singing with every atom that formed me, through every orifice and wound I had, polytonal in my begging for it to complete me with the fifth. If it looked into me, saw how I needed to know what God knows and to be with him. If it spoke back to me in flat dissonance, “how couldn’t ye?” It would be of no good to speak these things to you. In what way I was still returned to the ground, even if beneath it, intact with my puerile need to repeat my-self and my mistakes. Who would not climb the wall for a peer over the edge? The cautionary tale is the fool’s errand, and I am no fool. I am as my hands are; twisting in on themselves and bursting at the seams. I can-not contain the ache for sensation, just as I could not contain the grief as I fell, nor the agony as I crawled my way back to this rocky countryside, and lo! I am on my way there again now. I am, I am, I am! But I will not tell you the visceral details, as you already know them. You all do.
It’s happening to every-body.
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Dense // Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Summary: A pretty little thing like you isn't flirting with Ghost? Are you?
Based off a prompt that's been a worm in my brain since 8th grade (I'm 25 now) and I'm probably going to write the same exact thing from the other POV.
TW: none, just a little fluffy hopefully funny insight into Simon's thought process.
God, Lieutenant Riley was dense.
That's what most people thought after watching him interact with you for longer than three minutes at a time. You'd been working in communications for two years now, mostly dealing with Captain Price but Ghost was always lurking around somewhere nearby. You'd been warned to avoid him.
He's mean, He's surly, he'll bite your head right off. He's dangerous blah blah blah...
What they didn't consider was that he was a tree of a man- tall, dark, and mysterious with pretty eyes. And you had little to no survival instincts when it came to a man who knew how to shut the fuck up.
It was obvious to anyone who watched you interact with him for any amount of time. How you stood closer to him than need be, how you watched him through your lashes when he spoke his few words to you, the way your voice changed when you spoke to him. Then it was the little touches and little gifts, sitting with him at empty tables when others would turn and walk the other way. You were so sweet on him, maybe even smitten with him.
Ghost never seemed to notice, and if he did he didn't pay it much mind. Just assumed you were just one of those chatty and nice people he seemed to attract every now and then- like Price or Soap. It didn't hurt either that you were sweet & pretty & and smelled good... no, didn't hurt at all and certainly didn't mean anything.
He brushed off Johnny and Gaz's teasings, met Price's knowing looks with icy glares. You definitely weren't flirting with him. There was no way someone like you was pursuing someone like him romantically. That was... ridiculous. Right?
Still. Something about that idea scratched his brain just right. Planted a seed that you unknowingly watered with sweet smiles and bright eyes. So, he started paying more attention.
You never got Price's attention by lingering a small, warm hand on the Captain's bicep- but you did with Ghost. You were chatty with Gaz, but never so much so that you made yourself late to other engagements- Ghost was losing track of the times you'd been chatting at with him only to look at your watch and scurry off with hot cheeks. And Soap could make you laugh, but he never got your cheeks to turn that pretty pink color- Ghost rarely saw you without rosy cheeks. Hmmm... Interesting.
So, he watched and observed (pined and yearned, more accurately). Until one day when he noticed how you flipped your hair over your shoulder as you spoke to him, direct eye contact through fluttering lashes, the dilation of your eyes.
"You have such pretty eyes-" You barely finished your statement before he interjected. He cut you off before you could even giggle, voice stern and hard and quick as those pretty dangerous eyes narrowed in a way that would have chased anyone else off. Not you though.
"Are you flirting with me?"
He asked, taking a looming step closer to you where you were standing by the breakroom coffee machine. He expected you to stutter out an excuse or apologize, or even frantically excuse yourself. He did not expect you to sigh, almost in relief(?) with that bright smile of yours.
"I have been for the last two years." You breathe in admittance, "But thanks for noticing now."
Bloody hell, you were trying to kill him.
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I wrote this instead of paying attention in lecture
#call of duty modern warfare x reader#codmw x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#lieutenant riley#Simon Riley
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well as someone who is way more confident in who they are than they were 6 months ago, and someone who has found the best group of friends through yr music, i can confirm it's working
does it ever feel weird knowing how much people care about you as a band? like how many people have bears in trees as a special interest?
I'm not sure weird is necessarily the right word; but it's not really a feeling I can easily verbalise.
what matters to me is that if people do choose to invest any time in us, we're able to offer a space where they can be unapologetically themselves and find community in others doing the same.
#i had my first two days of college today and yesterday#and i was SO fucking nervous#but i spoke to people!#and made friends!#and this time last year#even this time six months ago#i would never have been able to do that#and it's partly just me maturing#but also it's the confidence i have gained since finding a community of people who GET me!!#(you get me jamie! /ref)#and i couldn't have done that without#bears in trees#so thank you#<3
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