#voodoo lily
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Dangerous Stuff, now available on fabric and wallpaper, in three different color combos. Design features some of the most deadly plants and animals on the planet.
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geographic cone snail, poison fire coral fungi, golden dart frog, voodoo lily, castor bean plant, deathstalker scorpion, deadly nightshade, Brazilian wandering spider, lily of the valley, oleander, redback spider, banded krait, autumn skullcap, diamondback rattlesnake, death cap, angel’s trumpets, stonefish, poison hemlock, box jelly, blue-ringed octopus.
#dangerousstuff#deadlythings#floraandfauna#creepycrawlies#fabricdesign#poison#spookyillustration#seamlesspattern#geographic cone snail#poison fire coral fungi#golden dart frog#voodoo lily#castor bean plant#deathstalker scorpion#deadly nightshade#Brazilian wandering spider#lily of the valley#oleander#redback spider#banded krait#autumn skullcap#diamondback rattlesnake#death cap#angel’s trumpets#stonefish#poison hemlock#box jelly#blue-ringed octopus#illustration#jada fitch
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Is anyone else here a fan of Corpse Flowers? (:
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I fukign love these things so much!! Their vegative state is my favourite, since they just look so alien and ancient at the same time! C:
#plants#botany#plantblr#corpse flower#voodoo lily#amorphophallus konjac#house plants#i can't wait to see the flowers#not so hyped for the smell though#but it's so worth it! :D#keeping an eye on the middle one though#hopefully next year it will bloom for me#it's actually the largest of the three so it should be ready sooner#very excited!!!#also yes...I do keep these inside
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Tis the season for Mr. Stinky my 5 foot tall voodoo lily to go outside into Stinky Plant Timeout Jail(TM) until he stops blooming
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One example of the functional usefulness of the alternative oxidase is its activity in so-called thermogenic flowers of several plant families – for example, the voodoo lily (Sauromatum guttatum).
"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.
#book quote#plant physiology and development#nonfiction#textbook#oxidase#thermogenic#flowers#lily#voodoo lily#sauromatum#sauromatum guttatum
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So pretty.... Looks like a witch's wand, can easily see a witch of the woods cast a spell with this—
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Amorphophallus Konjac bloom! So happy!
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What would lily look like as a cup?
something like this
I did one where she had wine throughout her whole body, kinda like Chai but it looked disturbing-ish to me since it was red so I just removed it
but yeah, she'd be a wine glass, seductive ig but very delicate
callback to her old cup re-imagine thingy, slightly redesigned
the redesign repulses me
#cddwtd#cddwtd cuphead#cddwtd lily#lily rose#my art#casino cups#casino cups oc#the redesign looks like carla cus of the skin colour#would it even be called skin#more like porcelain#why is porcelain spelt like that#it should be porcalen or porcelin#or even porceilin#no nose for wine lady lmao#HOW DID I SUDDENLY GET GOOD AT DRAWING LEGS AND FEET#this is some voodoo shit#cus I ain't do that /j
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Farewell To An Old Friend...
My Amorphophallus after I brought them home on 7-1-17, #353-1. Hello everyone! I hope this post finds you well. It has took me a week to write this post because I kept taking more photos… Tragedy has struck… The above photo is of the two Amorphophallus I brought home from Wagler’s Greenhouse on July 7 in 2017. I picked this pot because not only were there two, but there was also an Oxalis…
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Stench
Stench of a trash can /
left open in the alley — /
Voodoo lily blooms.
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#stench #voodoo #lily #trash #can #alley #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #haiku #poem #poetry #haiga #photo #may #wednesday #051524 #2024
#poem#poetry#haiku#photo#david e. booker#old north knoxville#haiga#wednesday#voodoo#lily#trash#stench#alley#may#051524
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FAKING AN INTEREST
f1 grid x platonic!reader (implied landoxreader) smau
based on this request! (this may need a pt 2 honestly)
warnings: none, just men having the audacity
masterlist the playlist
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danielricciardo what he say fuck me for?
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username2 how does she know them im so confused
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logansargeant will you stop posting the worst pictures of me?
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lilymhe come back to williams i miss u
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yourusername congrats on driving fast bestie
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username4 jenson button? what are you doing here?
⤷ yourusername forming a danica patrick hate club
⤷ yourusername we're discussing gentle parenting tactics for logan <3
⤷ logansargeant is this why jenson keeps telling me that sharing is caring??
⤷ jensonbutton in my defence i told her it wouldn't work 🤷
⤷ yourusername we'll see about that - alex_albon do you feel cared for?
⤷ alex_albon im staying out of this.
oscarpiastri thank you y/n!
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⤷ oscarpiastri i already paid for dinner you can stop pretending to be nice now
⤷ yourusername brb faking an interest in our friendship rn
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username7 their friendship confuses me but im so here for it
username8 oscar paid? who's shocked
⤷ username9 not me!
⤷ username10 not me!
⤷ yourusername me tbf he usually forgets his wallet
⤷ oscarpiastri i leave it on purpose, actually
⤷ yourusername gold digger 🫵
username8 she literally only goes to the races so that she can post about it on ig and pretend she knows what's going on
logansargeant you never congratulate me :(
⤷ yourusername tf u want me to congratulate u for? brushing your teeth?
⤷ logansargeant no one else will :(
username6 where did u find that picture of oscar?
⤷ yourusername wdym find? i took it loool
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yourusername glorified uber drivers
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logansargeant best biscuits ever
⤷ username5 biscuits?? that wasn't very wtf is a kilometer of you
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⤷ alex_albon one of us! 🇬🇧 one of us! 🇬🇧 one of us! 🇬🇧
⤷ logansargeant oh! so this is hell!
landonorris cute! don't do it again!
⤷ yourusername i snapped the head off yours hoping it was a voodoo doll.
⤷ username3 do they hate each other or..?
⤷ yourusername yes.
⤷ landonorris cancelling our lunch plans
⤷ yourusername i was kidding pls dont im so hungry
⤷ username4 lunch plans? y'all seeing this???
username6 the picture of logan im dead
⤷ yourusername he was modelling for his cookie design
lilymhe i want the alex one
⤷ yourusername boxed it up just for u <3
⤷ yourusername alex said he'd give it to u later
⤷ alex_albon i lied. i ate it. no regrets.
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yourusername lando norris fakes an interest in the menu
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username5 y/n out here living our dream </3
⤷ username6 god i have seen what you've done for others 🙏
⤷ yourusername lando eats chicken nuggets with a fork you can have him
⤷ landonorris this is defamation, my lawyers will be in contact.
landonorris in my defence, that place was FANCY and i wanted to pretend i wasn’t about to order chicken nuggets and chips
⤷ yourusername fancy?? oscar literally ordered a cheeseburger??
⤷ oscarpiastri dont expose me like that y/n
⤷ logansargeant one of us! 🇺🇸🦅 one of us! 🇺🇸🦅
⤷ yourusername it's not funny when u do it <3
logansargeant you never want to go to lunch with me :(
⤷ username7 logan try not to get jealous challenge - hard
⤷ yourusername i literally had brunch with you like yesterday?
⤷ logansargeant ok and?
username11 she is never gonna let that comment go is she. we get it, you know f1.
⤷ yourusername why should i?
⤷ username11 it wasnt that deep
⤷ yourusername why should i give david coulthard the platform to perpetuate negative commentary on women in motorsport?
⤷ yourusername why do we keep allowing men to talk down to women with genuine interests instead of providing them with opportunities to excel in the field?
⤷ username2 say it louder for the people in the back queen
username1 lando looks so fineeeee
⤷ yourusername too bad he sucks at chess
⤷ landonorris you cheated!
lilymhe u look so sexy let me take u out 🫢
⤷ yourusername only if ur paying 🫢
⤷ lilymhe we’ll put it on alex’s card
⤷ yourusername sounds good
⤷ alex_albon do i have a say in this?
⤷ lilymhe no.
⤷ yourusername no.
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yourusername y/n l/n fakes an interest in getting her degree 🍾🥂
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landonorris that caption isn't even a lie 🤐
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⤷ landonorris talk to me when you get a trophy
⤷ yourusername ok mr won one race now thinks hes the shit
⤷ username4 gagged.
landonorris but fr, congratulations y/n! proud of you always!
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⤷ username9 go back to bed grandma
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username6 intelligent queen we loveee
username6 suck on that david coulthard.
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⤷ username11 got a degree and now thinks she's better than a literal racing legend
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username2 shes so unserious i love her
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⤷ username3 hot girls get degrees 🤷 i don't make the rules
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⤷ yourusername me neither tbf
⤷ oscarpiastri same.
⤷ yourusername no one asked u vroom vroom
username13 what was your dissertation on?
⤷ yourusername net-zero carbon development in race mechanisms and engineering !
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⤷ landonorris debatable
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ybfusername those 3am library trips finally paid off! 🙏
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lilymhe graduate, baker, sexiest woman alive - is there anything you cant do?
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landonorris well, some of us drive fast cars
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username8 lando? yn?
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mclaren hope to see you in our garage soon y/n!
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⤷ username8 admin how much did lando pay u to say that?
⤷ mclaren 🤫
oscarpiastri williams take her back she keeps slapping my hat across the room
logansargeant you literally told me you're only here to get max’s autograph and sell it on ebay?
⤷ yourusername ok and?
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⤷ maxverstappen1 bring a pen
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⤷ maxverstappen1 im supporting y/n's financial endeavours?
#f1#formula 1#f1 grid#f1 x reader#max verstappen#lando norris#oscar piastri#f1 grid x reader#mclaren#lando norris x reader#lando norris smut#lando x reader#lando smut#lando norris imagine#lando norris fanfic#mclaren f1#lando norris fluff#propertyofwicked#f1 smau#lando norris smau#logan sargeant#logan sargeant x reader
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On the topic of pagan iconography being used as visual shorthand in media:
I don't know shit about veves. I'm not even sure where I could possibly go to check and see if Lily's claims on how they work or whether or not like, knock-off veves are less or more offensive.
I'll speak as a practicing Healthen and say in most pagan traditions idolatry and symbolism is a very important element. More or less the reason why Abrahamic faiths rail so hard against it was in direct response to Pagans revering it so much (even though a lot of Abrahamic faiths are rather hypocritical about it.) At least in heathenism, it's more complicated than the use/misuse of divine symbols being offensive or not. The gods and the spirits are neither good or bad, and in my opinion a big part of worship is understanding how they are flawed as much as they are divine. The only really blasphemous or offensive use of norse idolatry is profaning nature itself (not going to get into it right now, but this is why Nazies and Folkish who appropriate norse symbolism for their bullshit are a) posers, b) lil' bitches breaking basically the number one moral lesson in norse teaching with their cowardly bullshit, and c) offensive blaphomers who need to fuck off.)
Assuming (maybe incorrectly) that Voodoo, also being about the reverence of nature as most pagan traditions are, it's kind of hard to say exactly.
It's good vivzie changed the symbols if she got some feedback on the way they were being used. . . Honestly I'd be interested to hear what an actual practitioner thinks.
I remember pointing this out to somebody else a while ago, but I find it interesting that a large majority of Lily's "punching bags" of whom she can freely rip bleeding assholes into their creations and them as people are either women or afab.
Rebecca Sugar, Christy Goldberg, Dana Terrace, ND Stevenson, Ryoko Kui, Lindsey Ellis, (though smaller) Hiromu Arikawa, possibly Nemlei... the only one who really "breaks" this mold to my memory is the late Howard Ashman, and it's on record she tried to defend Vivian "she hates you too, Lily" Medrano only to spite KP.
Still, I firmly believe it's at least in part because they all represent something Lily cannot and never will be; an artist who is loved and celebrated for their creations.
Yep. Don't have anything else to add. Just, yep.
#lily orchard#lily orchard critical#anti lily orchard#lily orchard discourse#lily orchard receipts#lily orchard is a bad critic#liquid orcard#eldritch lily#heathen#heathenism#voodoo#vevey
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Infernal Shadows 06.
Synopsis: Being one of the most powerful overlords in Hell, you like to keep up with colonies and overlord plans. Recently with the new extermination date out, you hold your annual gala sooner than usual. You hadn’t expected to get in the middle of the already heated feud between the Radio Demon and the head of Vox Tech.
Warnings: She/Her pronouns used for the reader, mentions of blood, voodoo?, Angel Dust being a horn-bag, Reader is referred too as Madame to the public. Vox and Alastor feud because I live for it. SOME ROMANCEEEEEEE BECAUSE I DIDNT BUILD THIS STORY UP FOR NOTHINGGGGGGGG and they KISSSS AT THE ENDDDDDDDD, Madame being stubborn and not wanting to open up, alastor being a unconventional flirt, other overlords wanting to fight Madame, fighting, THEY KISSSED FINALLLLLLYYYY RAHHHHHHH ROMANCE CHAPTERRRRRRRRRRR RAHHHHHHHHH ENJOYYYY RAHHHHHHHHHH
A/N: IM BACCCKKKK WITH ANOTHER CHAPAPPPTTERRRRRR, I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY AND THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO STILL KEEPS UP WITH THIS STORY I LOVE YOU SOSOSOOOSOSOOSOSOS SOOOOOO MUCH THANK YOU ENDLESSLY FOR THE SUPPORT I CANT THANK YOU ENOUGH!!!! IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS CHAPTER SO THIS IS SHORT BUT YEAH ENJOY!!! As for the taglist, I’m afraid it’s closed as of right now, just because I physically cannot tag anymore people on these posts, so I’ll try to figure something out with that!
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Masterlist // Navigation // Part five //
Word Count: idk too much to count
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Alastor wandered through the dimly lit corridors of his domain, his thoughts consumed by the recent encounter with Madame. The battle had been a humbling reminder of his own limitations—something he wasn't accustomed to facing. Despite his confidence and power, Madame had proven to be a formidable opponent, one whose control over shadows and icy demeanor had far exceeded his expectations.
As he moved through his radio tower, the events of their confrontation replayed in his mind. He had approached her with the usual bravado, fully expecting to bring her down like all the other overlords he’d bested. But she had met him with a calm, almost eerie composure, deflecting his every move with an ease that unsettled him. He could still hear the sound of his staff shattering under her attack, the unpleasant screech of static in his own mind as she sent him back to the Pride Ring with little more than a thought.
It wasn't just her power that gnawed at him—it was the way she had affected him. Alastor was used to being in control, to dictating the flow of events, but something about Madame had stirred feelings he didn’t want to acknowledge. She was cold, calculating, and impossibly strong, and yet... there was an allure to her that he found difficult to ignore. It was a weakness, one that he despised, but it was there nonetheless. He felt if he ignored it, it would go away. All he needed to do was to be stronger—better. Then she’d crack under him, make her the newest voice of his broadcast, make her feel so little the way she had done to him.
As he pondered over these thoughts, Alastor was brought back to the present with the realization that the meeting with the other overlords was quickly approaching. These meetings were a regular occurrence, held every few months, and were crucial to maintaining the balance of power in Hell. They were a time for the most powerful and influential figures to discuss territory, strategies, and alliances. Alastor had never missed one, and he had no intention of starting now, especially not with the recent developments concerning Madame. Maybe he could find the next overlord he could to dethrone.
Arriving at the grand hall where the meetings were held, Alastor made his entrance with his usual arrogance, his presence immediately commanding attention. The room buzzed with the energy of powerful entities discussing territory, power, and politics. Alastor mingled easily, his charm masking the storm of thoughts still brewing from his encounter with Madame. He decided to try pushing their little petty fight to the back of his mind for now.
But as the discussions swirled around him, the grand doors suddenly swung open, their creak cutting through the noise like a knife. The room fell silent as every head turned toward the entrance. The air felt cold, chilling, and the energy in the air swirled of death. Like if a reaper had come back to kill them all a second time. Madame stepped into view, her presence electrifying the air. The shadows clung to her like a living entity, her authority almost tangible. The surprise among the gathered overlords was immediate—Madame’s arrival at such a meeting was nothing short of shocking. She was never one who cared to mingle outside of her own will, and despite being advised to attend these meetings, it was rare she’d ever come.
Alastor’s eyes locked onto her, his usual smirk straining as he took in the sight. Her presence had instantly shifted the dynamics of the room. This was no ordinary gathering now; it was a battlefield, and Madame had just declared herself a major player. Alastor had never felt so small before, even in a room where some would say he had a target on his back. She made him feel like biggest loser in a game of chess. He hated this feeling.
His mind raced as he watched her, the earlier feelings of unease mingling with something deeper. He couldn’t shake the effect she had on him. This meeting was supposed to be about power, about control, but as she moved with that same eerie composure through the room, Alastor knew that his own feelings were becoming just as much a part of the game as anything else. This felt different, like something he couldn’t fight.
As Madame strode into the grand hall, her entrance caused an immediate stir among the gathered overlords. The room fell into a stunned silence, all eyes drawn to her commanding presence. The shadows that cloaked her seemed to deepen, adding an air of mystery and authority to her arrival.
A tall, imposing figure was the first to break the silence, his voice tinged with a note of surprise and curiosity. “Madame, what a surprise,” he said, his tone careful but laced with underlying tension. Even he was nervous. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your presence here?”
Madame’s gaze swept across the room, her eyes cold and unyielding. “Pleasure is not the word I would use,” she replied, her voice smooth and controlled. “I believe it is time for a new alignment of power. The affairs of Hell are shifting, and I intend to make my influence known.” She said, her eyes shifting to the other overlords in the room. It was deathly silent.
A smaller, serpentine overlord slithered closer, suspicion narrowing his eyes. “And why should we welcome you here, Madame? You’ve always preferred your isolation. What has brought you to our gathering now?”
Madame’s expression remained inscrutable. “Times change, and so must we. I am here to ensure that my interests are represented. The dynamics of Hell are evolving, and I intend to be at the forefront of these changes. You should know me better than this by now, or so I’d hope.”
Another overlord with a severe demeanor stepped forward, her voice sharp with authority. “You have been a formidable force in the Pride Ring, Madame, but this is not your usual territory. What exactly are you proposing?”
Madame’s eyes met hers with unwavering resolve. The woman almost shrieked when Madame had turned almost too quickly to face her. “I propose that we reconsider our alliances and strategies. The balance of power is in flux, and I have no intention of being left behind. If any here believe they can dictate the future without considering my position, they will find themselves gravely mistaken.” Madame said, and at this, her eyes finally met Alastor. It seemed as though their little fight had pulled Madame out of her long dug out grave.
The assembled overlords exchanged uneasy glances. Madame’s arrival and her clear assertion of power had shifted the atmosphere in the room. Alastor, observing the exchange from a comfortable distance, felt the tension rise. He was drawn to her presence, not just as a rival but as something more—a feeling he found unsettling. He couldn’t deny the pull of attraction he felt toward her, but it clashed violently with his usual sense of lost control. It made him uneasy, this mix of admiration and something dangerously close to affection. But it seemed she was proving to be quite the ally.
He had heard tales of her power, of her cold demeanor and strong will, but seeing it firsthand stirred something unexpected within him. It wasn’t just respect for her strength; there was an undercurrent of desire, something he had never allowed himself to feel before. And he hated it. Hated that she, of all beings, could make him feel this way. It was a weakness, and Alastor despised weakness.
Yet, as she spoke with such calm authority, claiming her place among them, he couldn’t help but be fascinated. There was a part of him that wanted to test her, to push her limits, to see just how cold and powerful she truly was. But another part, the part he tried to suppress, wanted something more—to know her, to understand who was under all this power.
The tall overlord who had first spoken tried to regain his composure. “Very well, Madame. We will hear what you have to say. But know this: the balance of power here is delicate, and any attempt to disrupt it will be met with resistance.”
Madame inclined her head slightly, a gesture of acknowledgment. “I understand the stakes. Rest assured, my intention is not to disrupt, but to integrate my influence into the existing framework. The changes will benefit all, or none.” She said, looking around before landing back onto the previous overlord. “Though I wouldn’t mind a good fight. I haven’t had one in quite some time.”
A good fight? Had he really made himself look like that much of a fool? Her words angered him, and he fought hard not to attack her right then and there. But who knew what the other overlords would do. Alastor had a feeling he wasn’t the only one considering attempting to make her his new ally. She seemed like a sure asset to survival. Alastor remained silent, his mind racing with thoughts he wasn’t accustomed to having. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like that she had this effect on him. But as much as he tried to push those feelings down, he knew they were there, lingering just beneath the surface, making him question his own intention.
After the meeting, the grand hall slowly emptied as the overlords departed, leaving behind only the first overlord and Madame. The tension in the air was palpable as the first overlord turned to her, his gaze sharp and probing.
“You don’t usually involve yourself in these meetings,” he remarked, his tone laced with suspicion. “What do you really want, Madame? What brings you here now, after all this time?”
Madame’s expression remained unreadable, her eyes cold as they met his. “Perhaps it’s because you’ve failed to keep your so-called allies under control,” she replied smoothly. “There’s been a shift in the balance of power, and it seems you’re struggling to maintain it.”
The first overlord bristled at her words, his jaw tightening. “What they do doesn’t concern you. My goal is to keep us all in power, and I’m doing what needs to be done.”
“Are you?” Madame’s voice was calm, almost dismissive. “Because from where I’m standing, it seems like you’re losing your grip. I, on the other hand, have no such difficulties. Power comes naturally to me, and I don’t need to rely on unstable alliances to keep it.”
Her words cut deep, and the first overlord’s face flushed with anger. Without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Madame alone in the echoing silence of the grand hall.
After the overlord had stormed out, Madame lingered in her positing in the meeting room, her thoughts a complex web of plans and calculations. The conversation had been revealing; it was clear that the balance of power was more fragile than anyone wanted to admit. The idea of aligning herself with these other overlords seemed increasingly unnecessary. She could sense the cracks in their unity from a mile away and knew that exploiting those weaknesses would be far more effective.
But she wasn’t truly alone.
Alastor had been listening, concealed in the shadows, his presence undetected by either of them. He had heard every word of their exchange, and now, as the first overlord’s footsteps faded, he decided to make his presence known.
Stepping out from the darkness, Alastor’s voice broke the silence. “You’ve certainly made quite the impression tonight.”
Madame didn’t flinch at the sound of his voice. Instead, she turned to face him, her expression as inscrutable as ever. “And you’ve been eavesdropping,” she noted coolly.
Alastor smiled, though there was a hint of something darker beneath it. “Curiosity is one of my many vices,” he admitted, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded her. “But I must say, you’ve surprised me, Madame. Not many can make him lose his composure like that.”
Madame remained silent for a moment, studying him with a measured gaze. “What do you want, Radio Demon?” she asked finally, her tone devoid of warmth.
He tilted his head slightly, pretending to consider her question. “Oh, just a chat between acquaintances. Perhaps over dinner?”
Her answer was immediate and firm. “No.”
Unfazed, Alastor took a step closer, his smile unwavering. “Are you sure? I might know something that could be of interest to you.”
Madame’s eyes narrowed, her suspicion evident. “I said no.”
But Alastor didn’t retreat. Instead, he moved closer still, until he was near enough to feel the chill radiating from her. He could sense the coldness of her aura, a stark contrast to the warmth of his own presence. His nerves prickled with a faint anxiety, but he concealed it behind his ever-present grin.
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Business, of course. And who knows? You might just hear something you’ve been curious about.”
Madame studied him for a long moment, her gaze piercing. Finally, she relented, though her tone remained cool and businesslike. “Fine. This is strictly for business.”
With that, the tension between them shifted, an agreement made but far from trust. As they prepared to leave the room, Alastor couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation. This was just the beginning, and though Madame remained an enigma, he was determined to unravel her secrets, one way or another, wether she liked it or not.
Later that evening, as the darkness settled over Hell’s Pride Ring, Alastor arrived at Madame’s grand estate. The ominous shadows that seemed to live within the very walls of her home barred his entrance, forcing him to wait outside. He stood there, outwardly composed, but the anticipation was a slow burn beneath his skin.
The front door creaked open, and for once, she chose to step outside rather than melt into the shadows. The sight of her made him still, his usual suave demeanor faltering as he took in her appearance. Madame was clad in a sleek, all-black ensemble that hugged her form elegantly. The way the fabric moved with her, dark and fluid, almost like the shadows she commanded, made it seem as if she was an extension of the night itself.
Alastor's sharp red eyes traced every detail, from the delicate curve of her neck to the way the dim light glinted off her attire. For a moment, he fought to keep his usual control, but the sight of her was... disarming. She was a vision of power, one that both thrilled and unnerved him. He began to wonder if having thoughts of Madame in, other ways, were something his mother would approve of. He wasn’t raised to be so, ungentlemanly.
"You look... stunning, if I may say," Alastor remarked, his voice laced with a gentlemanly charm that barely concealed the genuine admiration beneath. There was a subtle flirtation in his tone, something almost out of character for the Radio Demon, but then again, Madame had a way of bringing out what lay beneath his facade. She felt a proud sense in this moment.
Madame paused, her gaze cool and assessing, yet something softened in her eyes. A slight smile tugged at her lips—just the faintest hint of amusement or perhaps acknowledgment of his words. "Be quiet, Radio Demon," she replied, her tone as sharp as ever, but there was no real bite to it. The smile remained, even if just for a moment, before she turned away, signaling the beginning of their 'business' evening.
As Madame stepped closer, her calm demeanor unwavering, she glanced at Alastor with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “So, where exactly are we dining tonight?” she asked, her tone as measured as ever.
Alastor’s smile widened, an air of mischievousness dancing behind his eyes. “I do hope you enjoy venison,” he replied, his voice smooth. Before Madame could respond, Alastor extended his hand slightly, and with a mere flick of his wrist, the shadows around them swirled and engulfed them both in an instant. The world shifted, and they reappeared at a secluded, upscale restaurant deep within the Pride Ring.
As they materialized at their destination, Madame found herself standing on a balcony overlooking a secluded, upscale restaurant nestled deep within the Pride Ring. The restaurant was lit with soft lanterns, casting a gentle glow across the water. The air was thick with the scent of rich spices and sizzling meat, the restaurant’s specialty.
Alastor kept a polite distance from Madame as they walked to their table, though his eyes couldn’t help but wander to her from time to time. "I trust you enjoy venison?" he asked casually, glancing at her to gauge her reaction.
Madame didn’t miss a beat. “It’s acceptable,” she replied, her tone even. “But I’m more interested in why you chose this particular place. Seems a bit... quaint for an overlord.”
A small, knowing smile played on Alastor’s lips. “Ah, but that’s the charm of it, isn’t it? A little pocket of calm in the midst of all the chaos. I find it helps... clear the mind.”
Madame’s eyes briefly scanned the surroundings, taking in the dark wood paneling and the warm glow of the lanterns that lined the walls. “I suppose even demons need a break from the constant power struggles,” she mused, though her voice held a hint of skepticism.
Alastor chuckled softly as they continued following the host. “Indeed. And besides,” he added, lowering his voice slightly as he leaned in just a fraction closer, “it’s not often I get to dine with such... intriguing company.”
Madame shot him a sidelong glance, her expression unreadable. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Alastor,” she said, though there was the faintest trace of a smirk on her lips.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied smoothly, his grin widening as they stepped out onto the balcony. The cool air of the night greeted them, and the view of the pond below made for a striking backdrop. The host gestured to their table, positioned at the edge of the balcony, was isolated from the other diners, giving them an unexpected sense of privacy. The atmosphere was intimate, almost deceptively so, as if the very setting was designed to disarm and enchant.
Madame paused for a moment, taking in the scene before her. It was, as Alastor had described, a little pocket of calm. But she knew better than to be lulled by the surface. “Interesting choice,” she remarked, allowing a hint of approval to seep into her voice.
Alastor pulled out her chair with a flourish, his smile never faltering. “I’m glad you think so. I find it’s always worth it to seek out the unexpected.”
Madame allowed herself a slight nod as she took her seat. “We’ll see if it’s worth it,” she said, her tone measured, as Alastor took his place across from her. Despite the seemingly relaxed atmosphere, the undercurrent of their conversation was anything but casual. Both knew that this dinner, like everything else in Hell, was a game of strategy—one where neither could afford to lose.
As they settled into their seats, a server approached with a polite smile, ready to take their order. Alastor gestured for Madame to order first, but she simply nodded at the server, her expression impassive.
“I’ll have whatever you think is the best dish on the menu,” Madame said, her tone decisive, as if challenging the server to impress her.
The server blinked, slightly taken aback but quickly recovered. “Very well, Madame. We’ll make sure it’s something special,” they replied before turning to Alastor.
“And for you, sir?”
“I’ll have the venison,” Alastor responded smoothly, handing the menu back with a courteous nod. “Prepared exactly as the chef recommends.”
The server took their menus and bowed slightly before retreating, leaving the two of them alone on the balcony, the soft sounds of the night providing a serene backdrop. The silence between them stretched on for a moment, each absorbed in their own thoughts.
It was Alastor who finally broke the silence, his tone casual but with a hint of something more. “You know, Madame, you don’t have to keep calling me ‘Radio Demon.’ It’s Alastor. A simple name for a not-so-simple demon.”
Madame looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing his words. “I’m surprised you’d share something so personal,” she replied, her voice cool and measured. “Names hold power, and in Hell, that’s not something you should give away lightly.”
Alastor smiled, unfazed by her caution. “Perhaps, but I don’t mind people knowing my name—especially if that person is you.” His tone was light, almost teasing, but there was an undertone of sincerity that gave his words more weight.
At this, Madame grew silent, her gaze steady but thoughtful as she considered his response. For once, she found herself at a loss for words. His openness caught her off guard, and she wasn’t sure how to respond. The usual sharp retorts or calculated replies seemed out of place in this moment, and that realization unsettled her.
Alastor, noticing her hesitation, simply smiled and leaned back in his chair, letting the silence settle between them again. He didn’t push further, content with the small victory of having her momentarily off-balance. The night was still young, and there was plenty of time for the game to unfold.
Moments later, the server returned, balancing plates of expertly prepared food and a bottle of wine. With a polite nod, they set down the venison in front of Alastor and another dish for Madame, which appeared to be the restaurant’s specialty. The bottle of wine was uncorked with a practiced hand, and two glasses were poured before the server bowed slightly and left, leaving the two alone on the balcony.
The night air was still, with only the faintest sound of the water from the pond below. Madame, ever composed, picked up her glass, swirling the wine briefly before taking a sip. She set it down gently, her gaze sharp as it met Alastor’s.
“So,” she began, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “what is it that you so strongly think I should know?”
Alastor leaned back slightly, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. “You have such a way with words, Madame,” he said, his voice smooth. “But I assure you, I wouldn’t have asked for your time if it wasn’t worth your attention.”
Madame remained silent, her expression unreadable as she waited for him to continue.
Alastor, sensing her impatience, leaned in slightly, his demeanor shifting to something more serious. “You’ve been making waves, Madame, whether intentionally or not. The power you wield, your control over the Pride Ring, the overlords—it’s drawing attention. Not just from me, but from others who are far less… civilized.”
Madame raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Civilized? And you think I can’t handle a few envious overlords without a man?”
Alastor chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Oh, I have no doubt you can handle them. But there are forces at play that are more cunning, more insidious. They’d rather undermine you from the shadows than confront you directly.”
Madame’s eyes narrowed. “And why would you be warning me about this, Alastor? What’s in it for you?”
“Consider it a gesture of goodwill,” he replied smoothly. “You see, Madame, I prefer a more… direct approach. If I want something, I’ll let it be known to all who listen.”
Madame studied him for a moment, her gaze piercing. “ Very direct and very vague, of course.” She said with a scoff, looking away from him, not noticing how Alastor’s eye twitched at her comment. It was clear he could not fool her. “And what is it that you want, Alastor?” She said looking back at him.
Alastor’s smile widened slightly, his eyes glinting in the low light. “Simple. I want us to work together. You’re strong, powerful, and let’s be honest, Madame—you’re far more interesting than the rest of them. Imagine what we could achieve if we combined our strengths.”
Madame didn’t respond immediately, her mind processing his words. She couldn’t ignore the flattery, but she also couldn’t fully trust him. She picked up her wine glass again, taking another sip as she weighed her options.
Finally, she set the glass down, her expression firm. “I’ll consider your proposal, Alastor. But know this: I’m not easily swayed by words alone.”
Alastor nodded, his smile never fading. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, mon chère.”
The night sky over the Pride Ring was a tumultuous swirl of crimson and black as the group of overlords gathered for their planned ambush. Their leader, a towering figure with an aura of dark energy, spoke with grim satisfaction.
“This is it. Madame won’t see this coming,” the leader said. “We strike quickly and decisively. She’s always so isolated. She thinks she’s invulnerable. This will be her lesson.”
A hulking overlord with a body of molten stone growled in agreement. “We’ve waited long enough. Let’s kill her already.”
Another overlord, draped in ice added, “She’s always been a thorn in our sides, thinking she’s better than us. Without her, we can consolidate our power and crush any opposition.”
The group spread out, their malicious grins reflecting their eagerness to finally take down Madame. As they prepared to ambush her, their confidence was palpable.
Madame, however, despite their past beliefs, had sensed something was amiss. Emerging from the shadows with her usual poise, she took in the sight of the assembled overlords. Her eyes, cold and calculating, swept over them.
“I see you’ve decided to pay me a visit,” Madame said smoothly, her tone carrying an edge of disdain. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
The overlord leader’s eyes narrowed, a mixture of surprise and irritation on his face. “You’re not in a position to be so composed. You’ll be begging for your life soon, Madame.”
Madame’s lips curved into a faint smile. “And you think you can do that easily? You forget yourself.”
“Enough talk,” the molten overlord roared, stepping forward with an imposing presence. “Let’s get this over with. I’m sick and tired of her.”
Just as the overlords closed in, ready to strike, a burst of static crackled through the air, causing them to halt in their tracks. Alastor emerged from the shadows, his usual flamboyant entrance turning heads. The overlords looked at each other in surprise, confusion evident in their expressions.
“Surprised?” Alastor’s voice echoed with a hint of amusement. “I’d say you’re a bit out of your depth. I think we all know I love good entertainment!”
The overlords hesitated, momentarily thrown off balance by Alastor’s sudden appearance. Madame seized the opportunity, her shadows whipping out with precise strikes, catching the attackers off guard.
The overlord leader’s eyes widened. “You’re with her?”
Alastor smirked as he manipulated reality around them, creating chaos among the enemy ranks. “Indeed. Seems you’ve underestimated both of us.”
Another overlord, speaking with annoyance, said “He’s only with her because she’ll kill him if he tries killing her. He’s too weak.” At this, Alastor felt himself grin, his aura shifting to a green tone, the way it had when he had first fought Madame.
Madame’s eyes glinted with determination. “Alastor, keep them disoriented. I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Of course, Mon chere,” he replied, summoning a burst of static energy to further disrupt their opponents. “Let’s make this an entertaining show!”
The fight erupted into chaos, with Madame and Alastor working in tandem. Alastor’s chaotic influence complemented Madame’s shadowy precision, creating a whirlwind of confusion for the overlords. They fought back fiercely, but the combined might of Madame and Alastor proved overwhelming. Alastor had proven himself to be quite the asset to her.
One of the overlords, cornered and desperate, shouted, “You can’t defeat all of us! You’ll get tired eventually!”
Madame’s shadows enveloped him, pinning him down. She laughed, a smile on her face, one Alastor took the time to stop and admire as he watched her speak to the overlord beneath her.“We don’t need to defeat all of you, I was actually planning on killing you. But I guess I can rough you up just enough to make you reconsider your plans.”
As the last of the attackers fled, the battlefield fell silent. The ground was littered with the defeated, the acrid smell of blood hanging in the air. Madame stood tall, her gaze sweeping over the scene, while Alastor casually adjusted his jacket, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Well, that was quite the display,” Alastor remarked, turning to Madame. “I must say, mon chère, we do make quite the team.”
Madame regarded him with an unreadable expression. “This doesn’t make us allies, Alastor. You helped because it suited your interests.”
Alastor’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with playful mischief. “Perhaps. Or maybe I simply enjoyed the spectacle. It was a great show!”
Madame’s lips twitched slightly. “Regardless, you were useful tonight. But don’t think this changes anything.”
Alastor chuckled, his tone both light-hearted and sincere. “Of course, Madame. That’s what makes you so intriguing.”
As they left the battlefield, Madame cast a sidelong glance at Alastor. “You’re more complex than I expected.”
“And you, Madame, are a mystery I’m quite eager to solve.” Alastor replied smoothly. “Though all that can wait, I’m quite starved. Would you like to accompany me to our usual restaurant? I hear there’s a special tonight.” Alastor said in a sing-song tone. Madame sighed, joining Alastor at his side as he summoned a portal.
“I guess I could bother myself with your presence for a bit longer.” She replied, a small smile on her face as she stepped through with Alastor.
As the evening wore on, the restaurant’s ambiance shifted from casual to intimate. The soft glow of candlelight flickered over the polished table, casting warm shadows that danced across the walls. Madame and Alastor had finished their meal, and the atmosphere between them was charged with a new tension, an unspoken expectation hanging in the air.
Alastor stood up from his chair, his movements deliberate and graceful. He adjusted his suit jacket, his usual playful smirk replaced by a rare seriousness. With his hands clasped behind his back, he took a deep breath, his posture straight and his gaze focused intently on Madame. The light caught the gleam in his eyes, emphasizing the earnestness of his next words. “Madame,” he began, his voice soft yet filled with intensity. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
Madame looked up from her wine glass, her expression guarded but curious. “What is it, Alastor?”
Alastor’s eyes never wavered as he leaned forward slightly, the formality of his stance softened by the genuine emotion in his tone. “When I first sought you out, it was with the intention of understanding you, and perhaps even taking your power. You intrigued me, and I thought I could manipulate it to my advantage. But as I watched you, as I saw how fiercely you fought and how you stood your ground tonight, something has changed, and I believe I can no longer keep these emotions to myself.”
Madame’s eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of skepticism and anticipation. “Changed how? Keep what to yourself?”
Alastor’s gaze was unwavering, his voice carrying a sincerity that seemed foreign to his usual demeanor. He took a small step closer, his body language open and vulnerable. “I believe, I have… fallen for you.” He said quietly. The air was still, silent. He continue. “I’ve never felt this way about a single living soul, not even while I was alive. At first, I was drawn to your strength, your control, and your resilience. But I find it is more than that now. You’ve touched something within me that I believed was long dead. My feelings for you have grown beyond mere admiration.”
Madame’s expression softened, though she remained silent, processing his confession.
“I am aware,” Alastor continued, his hands now loosely clasped in front of him, his stance slightly more relaxed but still tense with emotion, “that you do not need me. You are more than powerful and capable on your own.” He said, trying to disband any doubt in Madame’s mind. “But I want to be by your side, to fight alongside you, and only if you will have me. I’ve never felt this way before, and I cannot let this go unspoken about any longer.” Madame studied him for a moment, her emotions a tangled web of surprise and contemplation. “I love you, mon amour.”
Alastor’s smile was slowly faltering with the more silence she gave him. He felt his mind begin to race. Maybe he had made the wrong decision. But if she doesn’t say yes, surely he can’t have her be with someone else, right? Fighting her again would be hard though. She surely wouldn’t just allow him to lock her away forever right? Alastor took another step closer, his hand hovering just above hers, a silent offer of connection. “Please, say something.” He asked. At this, Madame just hummed.
Madame had grown…accustomed to Alastor. It had been months since their initial meeting, and during that time he’d stuck rather close to her. Whenever she was out on the town checking on her boutiques, he’d send her lunch or occasionally flowers. Some days while she was resting home, looking over plans and notes, a shadow would report to her with a message about how Alastor had single handedly taken down another overlord who she knew had been plotting on her for a bit. He had proven himself to be useful, but she was beginning to find it harder and harder to ignore how he had truly made her felt. Outside of a business sense. He’d invite her to tag along with him on business endeavors, and she’d sit and watch as Alastor racked up souls like if it was a game. Sometimes she wondered if he really took anything serious, and if he could ever take her serious.
She’d never trust a man. How could she when she watched her sister be crushed by one? She was afraid, being with someone meant being vulnerable, giving herself up. Giving up everything she believed in all because she’d fallen in love with a man in her afterlife? This wasn’t how she thought she’d be spending her eternity, but here she was. But, she’d be damned if she ever made the first move.
Maybe, she could trust him? Or learn too, at least.
Madame’s gaze remained steady as Alastor finished his confession. She took a moment to process his words, her expression betraying little emotion. Her posture was relaxed but maintained, the epitome of composure. She sat upright, her hands resting neatly on the table, fingers interlaced as if to keep her emotions in check.
“Alastor,” she began, her voice cool but with an underlying softness, “your confession is unexpected. I never imagined being in a position where my own feelings would be so… exposed.” Alastor chuckled at her words, his nerves calming a bit.
She briefly looked down at their hands before meeting his gaze again. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, softened ever so slightly as she continued. “You’ve managed to breach the walls I’ve carefully constructed. It’s disconcerting, though not entirely unwelcome. Your presence has affected me more than anticipated.” She paused a bit, before continuing.
“I never imagined I’d hear such words from you, let alone in a setting like this. I have spent so long keeping my emotions in check, I convinced myself that power and control were all that mattered. But you have managed to break through those barriers in ways I hadn’t thought anyone could.”
Madame shifted slightly in her seat, leaning back just enough to create a bit of distance, yet her eyes remained fixed on him with unwavering focus. Her fingers, previously interlaced, now rested lightly on top of his own hand, betraying the calm control she was trying to maintain. “Though I didn’t want to admit it, even to myself, I . You’ve brought out parts of myself that I thought were hidden away, and yet you stand here, offering me your heart and your loyalty. I’ve been so scared to let anyone in, to risk the control I’ve worked so hard to build. But with you, I feel like I can let my guard down, even just a little. You’ve managed to make me feel something I thought I had left behind.”
She adjusted her posture, her movements deliberate and measured. Her fingers gently tapped the edge of the table, creating a subtle rhythm as she spoke. Her eyes locked onto his, a tender sincerity in her gaze. “You’ve captured something in me that I thought was lost forever. And for that, you have my heart in ways I don’t think anyone else ever could.”
Alastor’s gaze softened as he took in her words, a warm smile spreading across his face. “I’m deeply moved, mon chère,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I’ve never felt anything like this before, not even in life. You’ve captured my heart in ways I never imagined possible.”
He took her hands in his, his eyes locked on hers. “Je t’aime plus que les mots ne peuvent le dire. You are everything to me, and I’m here for you, not just because I must be, but because I want to be. I will stand by your side through all of Hell’s chaos.”
As he spoke, he leaned in slowly, his breath mingling with hers. The space between them closed as he gently pressed his lips to hers, their kiss a tender promise of his unwavering devotion, and her promise to him, to begin opening up more, and letting herself be just that, herself.
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DANGEROUS STUFF!
For Halloween, a pattern of some of the most poisonous, venomous & toxic plants & animals in the world... geographic cone snail, poison fire coral fungi, golden dart frog, voodoo lily, castor bean plant, deathstalker scorpion, deadly nightshade, Brazilian wandering spider, lily of the valley, oleander, redback spider, banded krait, autumn skullcap, diamondback rattlesnake, death cap, angel's trumpets, stonefish, poison hemlock, box jelly, blue-ringed octopus.
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Minerva: If you bit it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.
Sirius: What if it bites me and it dies?
Regulus: That means you're poisonous. Merlin, Sirius, learn to listen.
Peter: What if it bites itself and I die?
Remus: It's voodoo?
Severus: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
Lily: That's correlation, not causation.
Evan: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?
Barty: That's kinky.
Minerva: Sweet, Merlin help me...
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J'ai décidé de faire des gifs, sans texte, plus facilement utilisables dans les rps. Pour ne pas avoir à toujours les poster, j'ai créer une galerie, que je mettrais à jour à chaque fournée de gifs. Bon, changement d'avis et d'idées. Je regroupe tous mes gifs dans différentes galeries, classées plus ou moins par thèmes. J'en posterais certainement encore ici, mais j'éditerais en priorité les galeries. Ce post sera édité à chaque fois qu'une galerie s'ajoutera. Servez vous sans soucis, sans oublier de me taguer sous Lilie ♥
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In Perpetual Spring
by Amy Gerstler
Gardens are also good places to sulk. You pass beds of spiky voodoo lilies and trip over the roots of a sweet gum tree, in search of medieval plants whose leaves, when they drop off turn into birds if they fall on land, and colored carp if they plop into water.
Suddenly the archetypal human desire for peace with every other species wells up in you. The lion
and the lamb cuddling up. The snake and the snail, kissing. Even the prick of the thistle, queen of the weeds, revives your secret belief in perpetual spring, your faith that for every hurt there is a leaf to cure it.
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