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Honor
a friend. who you will live and die for. how i treat that word with such care and respect. i think much of it.
in a country where the english language dominates, there are some certain words that are rather hard to say; not by how it sounds but the weigh of it. in each different language, i have no doubt it's the same.
kaibigan=friend, in filipino
even in my much younger years, i can recall i never used that word. only "kalaro", playmate, best friend or "ka-close"
even as time went by, even the closer i grew with my friends, i still hesitate to say that word, "kaibigan" it was too heavy to speak of.
then time continues.
i found my love for them. real endless.
suddenly i could bear all the weight of what with what comes with that love. i could carry and show it proudly.
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my father is not that familiar of my friends, so whenever he'd ask my mother that relates to them, her answer would be "classmates" or "friend" i would correct her. i would correct them.
it's simple. too simple. almost nothing different. i would catch myself saying this to know it in myself, "kaibigan ko."
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"he's just a friend."
"she's only my friend."
how wrong of us to use those words, "just" and "only"
"kaibigan ko lang siya"
how foolish of us.
we dare water it down for whatever sake it may be. yet for what?
how cruel of us to belittle such a beautiful word?
a title. friend. such a gift.
// the color purple (1985) dir. steven spielberg [gifs by @nerd4music] // @loveiiirene
#art#poetry#we need our people#web weaving#web bouquet#my letters 🖋️#love#on friendship#poems#iiirene's 💌#legacy💌💐
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#🎃#easter#halloween#flower bouquet#bouquets#easter bouquest#pastel goth#flowers#skulls#bats#ghosts#spider web#spiderweb#web#pastel#glitter#art#2024
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—Mary Oliver
#mary oliver#dark academia#light academia#academia#web weaving#poetry#art#poem#queue#photography#naturecore#flowercore#typography#flowers#bouquet
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ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕎𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕 👰🏻♀️🤍
Grazie per il tag @hope-now-and-live
Wedding dress,bouquet, bride/groom, wedding cake, shoes, location, rings and show down your Pinterest wedding...
Per alcune parole le foto sono doppie perché il top sarebbe un mix tra le due 🤍 comunque trovatemi quello sposo figoooo a bonooo do stai?! 🤵🏻🌻
#pensieri per la testa#persa tra i miei pensieri#immagini dal web#pinterest#wedding#wedding dream#moodboard#giochino Tumblr#sogna#dress#matrimonio dei sogni#bouquet#sunflowers#ring#location#cake
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#word weaving#word webs#web weaves#web weaving#love poetry#comparisons#comparatives#typo#typography#parallels#quote compilation#compilation#compilation post#word bouquet#paralells#on love#on friendship#motifs#on monsters#monsters#friendship#love#addams family#i’m not crazy#hey I’m not crazy
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𓈒 ℐ bouquet from animatic battle rentry graphics. requested by @winniezs.
frame used by whisfer. i think @phaea is their new account. art credit: kyxx_i / @kiyomiiyo. thank you for requesting i hope you like it. <3
𓈒 ℐ F2U but please credit when reuploading or posting to resource sites.
#request#rentry#rentry graphics#rentry inspo#rentry resources#bouquet#animatic battle#bouquet animatic battle#resources#web graphics#graphic resources#graphic requests
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‘𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙 𝟳𝟮’ 🤵👰
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Castor Fleuriste
#Castor#Fleuriste#Paris#Louis–Géraud Castor#fleurs de saisons#bouquets#fleur#boutique#studio#shop#typography#type#typeface#font#Bradford#2024#Week 28#website#web design#inspire#inspiration#happywebdesign
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WEB WEAVES 🧵
- Appetite of Our Soul: Love in the kitchen; mothers, my brother, romance
- Breather
- Rose colored gaze
- Decaying Memorabilia
- Kindness and Inspiration: Strangers, Our Own People
- Safety in Hold
- Walls Yet to be Climbed
- When a Tree Grows
- Beginnings we are offered and ready enough to take
- Live for Me ( Without You I'm All Alone )
#poetry#web bouquet#web weaving#art#art ph#love poem#writing#writers on tumblr#literature#qoutes#parallels#creating#filipino writers#iiirene's 💌
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lizur kissnn. chewsday. more sage!damien!!!!!! the boy is still in the water.... 😔
the water that fills me (chapter 2)
[read on ao3]
#elle's fanfic#second citadel#rad bouquet#lizard kissin' tuesday#sir damien#(sorta)#amaryllis of exile#sage damien au#the water that fills me#again- if you don't have an ao3 invite PLEASE feel free to ask me for one. i have a bunch <3#and you deserve an account on the actual good fanfic webbed site.
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Web Design by Alice | Mobile Optimized Web Design | Florist Services
#aesthetic#webdesign#web development#web design#aesthetic web design#websitedesign#florist near me#bouquet
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I love it how he gives NY Cynics and Critics a lot of merit.☺️😜
#collage#layout#screenshot#stickers#background remove#ai art#ai art practicing#ai art generated#ai art generator#ai art experimenting#hobby#habit#daisies#bouquets#spider man#comic book panel#marvel comics#thought bubbles#perfume bottles#spider webs#spider symbol#sniffing#examining#nezuko kamado#happy#romance#other half#spider repellent#peppermint scented#spidey in love
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— "HE'S THE OTHER MAN!" . the corpse groom
SYNOPSIS: A ghost groom has claimed MC as his unwilling bride. Unfortunately for him, she's already got a lover
⊹ [ c.w ] — violence, possessive behavior, malleus blows a fucking green laser down ramshackle, mentions of blood, yuu is poor but we alrdy knew that, papa crewel crumbs
⊹ [ w.c ] — 1.6k opening post with malleus! if this gets enough attention, I might do more :P
"You what?" Crewel seethed, eyes wide as an unsettling smile stretched across the red of his cheeks.
"Repeat that."
"I…I accidentally released that ghost from the spellbook," Grim sobbed, his glossy eyes reflecting both fear and guilt as he looked up at the imposing figure of the professor. "And he's taken my henchhuman as his bride!"
Oh, Great Sevens. Not again.
Crewel groaned, his hands reaching up to frantically rub at his burning eyes. The flickering candlelight cast erratic shadows across his face.
"Please, do tell. How in Wonderland did someone with your lackluster skills manage to—" The professor was abruptly cut off by a loud, almost obnoxious cry that echoed from the doorway. Turning sharply, Crewel saw Crowley hunched against the entrance frame, hysterically sobbing into his palms. Fat tears dripped beneath his ornate mask, glistening in the low light. "They grow up so fast! My dear child is already getting married!"
Crewel's eye twitched as he took in the scene: Grim shaking like a leaf, and Crowley, dramatically weeping, pathetically looking to him for a solution.
"Fools," Crewel snarled, striding out of the room as he fished his phone from his coat pocket. "If you two won't be of use, then I'll have to enlist the help of those mutts instead."
The day had started like any other in Ramshackle, but you certainly didn't expect it to end with a wedding. Surrounded by the ghostly residents of the dorm, you stood dressed in all white, a bouquet clutched in your hand. Curling in yourself, you sighed and rested your head in your hands, avoiding everyone's gazes which felt like icy needles on your skin.
Ramshackle's old lounge, with its worn-out floorboards and faded wallpaper, was the chosen venue for your ceremony. Whispers rustled through the gathering, carried on a faint breeze that stirred the dust motes in the dim light. Somewhere in the background, the somber notes of an organ piano echoed. You didn't even know you had a piano…
"Dear?"
Jumping with a shriek, you whipped your head around. A ghostly visage, bathed in a deathly pale blue glow, hovered inches from your face, an unnaturally wide grin stretched across their blue lips. Bony fingers gently traced up your cheeks, sending tingles down your spine.
With sunken eyes and high, sharp cheekbones, Elizan—a "visiting" friend of one of Ramshackle's ghosts—was truly a sight to behold. His complexion had a pallor that matched the moonlight filtering through the decrepit windows of the form. Wisps of long, flowing indigo hair framed his face, swept back as if caught in a breeze that only he could feel.
"You look wonderful," he cooed, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead, leaving your cheeks burning.
"Ah. Thank you," you stammered, averting your gaze and gently pulling away. You could hardly focus on the words being spoken to you, your mind spinning with the surrealness of it all.
"You look... Good as well," you forced out with a cough, tugging at your hair nervously. "But... Listen... I—"
Before you could finish, the door to the entrance slammed open, nearly breaking off the hinges with a sound that could wake the dead, sending cracks spider-webbing through the already dilapidated walls.
On the inside, you screamed louder than the hinges.
You had painstakingly patched up the door after Grim's recent screw-up—a feat that had tested your patience and carpentry skills to their limit. Unless you wanted to survive on a diet of stale canned food and cafeteria leftovers for another year, you couldn't afford any more repairs.
While you were busy mourning the loss of having decent meals, heaving and leaning against the door for support, your friends called out your name in a panic, their bleary and furious gazes zeroing in on your figure. Clad in white, you stood there, the perfect picture of a pretty blushing bride.
The uninvited guests didn't go unnoticed by your "groom," and in seconds, you were pulled into a suffocating grip. Elizan's usually serene demeanor shattered like fragile glass. His deathly pale features contorted into a snarl, veins pulsing ominously beneath translucent skin. His typically gentle eyes blazed with an unsettling fire, icy whites now narrowed and piercing.
"Mutt!" Crewel seethed, his foot slamming into the floor and shattering the newly installed tiles. Your soul nearly left your body as you screamed inside again. There go a thousand thaumarks…
"What in the Sevens is this!?" Crewel shrieked, running a gloved hand through his tousled hair. With sharp movements, he pointed a finger at Elizan. "I'll have you know I can have you arrested for trespassing, unlawful detention, and violating the sanctity of this academy!"
"How... How dare you? Barging into this sacred ceremony—Who even are you?!" Elizan snapped back, his arms coiling tightly around your torso. The crowd erupted in a haze of shouts and muddled answers. Unable to understand anything, Elizan's intense gaze shifted and bore into yours, demanding answers. You gulped nervously, suddenly feeling small and vulnerable in his grasp.
"Who is he?! Who are they?!" he barked like a dog, flashing his sharp fangs at you.
"Uh… That's my professor—uh, Crewel," you stammered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "And those are… They're my… friends?" Your gaze flickered to the group of men who had entered, their expressions ranging from confusion to anger.
Elizan's wide eyes now filled with shock, white orbs glossed over with luminescent blue tears. He pushed you away as if you had burnt him, recoiling from your touch as though it pained him physically.
"You know other men?!" the ghost cried out, his hands clenching into fists, his midnight blue hair cascading wildly around his face like a tempestuous sea. The tortured cries of the groom echoed through the room, sending a shiver down your spine as you awkwardly shifted on your feet, feeling like a character caught in an soap drama.
"…Yes?" you replied, unsure.
"How could you do this to me?!" He sobbed, a dark shadow covering his face. "Running off on an affair the DAY of our marriage?!"
"Well, that's a rather dramatic accusation—" you started, but Elizan shook his head in anguish.
"Answer me! Do you have another man?!" His voice shook the room, and you took a few cautious steps back.
"Elizan, please," you uttered gently, your eyes darting nervously toward one of the men in the room.
Your lover didn't meet your gaze; instead, his eyes were locked onto the ghost, a storm of emotions brewing beneath his features. As you jumped down from the makeshift podium, you shot an apologetic frown at the ghost, hoping to diffuse the escalating situation. "Don't you understand? You're the other man."
"No! You're married to me!" Elizan shrieked, lunging forward in a frenzy, his nails clawing at the air as if trying to grasp something intangible. "Whoever he is—He's the other man!"
MALLEUS DRACONIA
"Whoever he is—He's the other man!"
Lilia raised an eyebrow with a chuckle, his form reclined against a fogged-up window of the room. The weather was gloomy and stormy, the skies tinted green outside, casting an eerie glow over the scene. The window pane, streaked with raindrops and mist, blurred the view of the turbulent skies beyond. Lilia hummed a tune under his breath, a calm figure amidst the brewing storm.
With a sidelong glance, his eyes locked onto Malleus, whose entire figure shook with a barely contained wrath that threatened to engulf the very air around him. The young prince's chest heaved in violent, choked breaths as smoke wisped from his mouth and nose—tendrils of flames flickering amidst the swirling dust and ash.
A deafening crack tore through the air as a vivid surge of green emerald lightning erupted from the heavens, descending upon the roof of the venue with explosive force. The blast of energy painted the sky with a blinding flash of green as it crashed into the building, sending broken glass and wood raining down upon the venue.
Cursing, Elizan moved you both aside, a large chunk of debris hurtling past, narrowly missing your startled form. As more debris crashed down, he shielded you with an outstretched arm, a shimmering barrier briefly forming to deflect a particularly large piece of wood.
"Spectral pest," Malleus seethed, his eyes aglow with an eerie green hue as his nails elongated into sharp claws. With a click of his tongue, he raised his hands, summoning thorns that spiraled towards Elizan, ensnaring the ghost in their sharp embrace. Simultaneously, from the floorboards below, vines emerged like serpents, their tendrils gently but firmly pulling you away from Elizan's protective embrace and guiding you into the safety of Malleus's arms.
"How—?! Ngh!" Elizan writhed against the thorny vines. The prickly tendrils twisted around him like serpents, their sharp points digging into his ghostly flesh.
Malleus paid no mind to the struggling spirit, keeping his gaze fixed on you as he checked for any signs of harm. His expression softened with relief upon finding you unscathed, albeit a bit dusty.
"Beloved," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm amidst the lingering chaos. His gloved hand moved delicately, sweeping away the clinging dust from your shoulders and arms. Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingered there briefly, conveying a warmth that contrasted starkly with the raw power he had displayed moments ago.
"Are you alright?"
Blinking up at him with wide eyes and frazzled hair shooting up in every direction, you nodded dumbly. Turning away from him, you nearly gasped aloud to see the room in shambles, debris scattered everywhere, and the eerie green glow of energy still lingering in the air. The ghostly residents were in a state of panic, their translucent forms flickering as they moved frantically.
"My dorm," you whimpered, your mind racing as you calculated the cost of the damage.
With a chuckle, Malleus adjusted his grip on you, his muscles flexing as he gently set you down. Your legs felt shaky as you tried to steady yourself.
"I will handle the cost of repair, my dearest," Malleus assured you, bending down to your height, his voice dropping to a whisper. Green eyes bore into yours, strands of his midnight hair falling over his face. "You will not need to worry about such things once we are formally betrothed."
You froze, your face suddenly warming and burning.
"What?!"
Malleus reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your cheek, claws dragging across your supple cheeks. "Yes, my dear," he murmured, chest rumbling as his lips curved into a sharp smile. "You heard me correctly."
"I… I don't know what to say," you whispered, feeling dizzy with emotion.
"Will you consider it?" he asked softly, a faint hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Please?"
Caught in the depth of his gaze, you felt your resolve melting away. "I-I guess?" you breathed, your voice trembling. "I'll… consider it."
A smug smile spread across his face, and he tenderly pressed his lips against yours. "That's all I ask, my dearest."
After ensuring you were alright one last time, Malleus redirected his focus to Elizan. With a flick of his wrist, the thorns under his control tightened around the ghost. Elizan shrieked and thrashed about, his translucent form writhing in pain as the thorns dug deeper.
"Do try to exercise some restraint, my boy," Lilia drawled, tapping his sharp fingers idly against his crossed arms. "We do not want Ramshackle to be bathed in blood. It would be very unsanitary."
not too sure if i am continuing but feel free to suggest some peepl bookies
#twisted wonderland#malleus draconia#malleus draconia x reader#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader
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