#whispers of nature

[blossom-hwa]

Could u pls do san + a whispers of nature universe SEEING IT AS AN EXAMPLE PROMPT MADE MY BRAIN GO BRRRRR <3

well you see my friend. you're in luck because ever since I made that an example prompt I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT WAY TOO MUCH so here is the result. hope you enjoy <3 <3

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(check out the rest of the Whispers of Nature series here!)

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: A Mountain’s Patience

Pairing: San x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 933

Warnings: n/a

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When Mother Earth made the mountains, She formed them to be rooted, grounded to her core. Solid, steady, strong. 

And so very, very patient. 

The thing about mountains is that they are not slow, as so many choose to think. True, they do not move the way the wind zips past the trees, the way water churns down a river, the way flowers sway in the breeze, every shifting, ever flowing. They do not welcome sudden movement, they do not welcome sudden change. But they are not slow - rather cautious, silent, ever listening, ever waiting.

Which is why, when San feels footsteps climbing up the side of his mountain on a dark night devoid of the moon, he does not act, does not chase the intruding guest away. Instead, he waits. 

And come morning, when the sun rises and he emerges from the depths of the rock to observe the new presence in his woods, he feels the imminence of warm, warm magic settling gently into the earth, and he knows he has made the right choice. 

For despite your midnight flight into unknown territory, you are no intruder. Far from it. During the days you take to settle in, San hears no screams of trees felled without warning, no jolt of the earth or cries of the forest to save them from harm. He watches, silently, a thread of his consciousness attuned to the area of his mountain where you have decided to root yourself, but not once does he find you attempting to desecrate the land of his spirit. Instead, you pay him reverence. Respect. 

And magic. 

It is rare that Mother Earth bestows Her blessing upon mortals. To this moment San still doesn’t understand Her reasoning behind it, why She chooses one but not so many others - it has never made any sense to him. But what he does know is that these mortals are often persecuted in their own communities for reasons he also doesn’t understand, and that they are endlessly thankful and respectful of the safe havens they find. 

So a haven he decides he will remain, for you. 

He doesn’t intend to meet you. As far as San is concerned, there is no reason to - you’ve coexisted peacefully for some amount of time and you have never given him cause to worry that your presence may cause his mountain home harm. But one bright afternoon he decides it would feel good to feel the sun on his face, feel the waters of Seonghwa’s river flow over his feet, and during that long, meandering trek down the river is when he meets you. 

San hasn’t seen a mortal in a very long time, though from your expression, it seems that you’ve made somewhat of a habit of interacting with spirits. You recognize him immediately for what he is while San fumbles for a moment, surprise still a pinch in his heart. As he bows slightly in return for your respectful greeting, he expects that this will be the end of it, probably the only interaction you two will have in your lifespan. 

But you are pleasant, kind, and - comfortable, San thinks, in a way that he doesn’t quite know what to make of. The magic you exude does not burn bright and harsh but seems to shimmer softly around you, a sense of home in every small movement you make. With water rushing over your feet, the wind sweeping your clothes, a soft kindness in your gaze... 

As the afternoon flows on, San begins to understand that this will not be the last time you meet, not if he has anything to do with it. 

But a mountain is patient, and a mountain knows to wait. Several years pass before San decides to profess his feelings on a walk along the same river you met on, promising a love as steady and constant as his own roots to the earth. There is a surprise, not altogether welcome - you ask for time with a troubled countenance to your expression, an unfamiliar hesitancy in your voice that unsettles him, but San is a mountain. A mountain is patient. And even unexpected changes can be absorbed over time, built into the structure of his roots, accepted as the days and weeks and years flow on, no matter how it originally hurt. 

You explain, in time. A love that had turned sour when they discovered you were a witch, a love that faded when your village turned its back on your magic. San listens, understands the hesitancy that had plagued your words in that moment, and promises you all the time you need to process his own confession and choose whether to accept or reject it. 

He is prepared to wait again. Years, he’d told himself - even if you never answer, he will be all right. But San finds you a week later at the river, a new determination in your eyes as you look at him, smiling under a torrential rain -

I accept you, you say, warmth in your every word. I accept you into my heart. 

A mountain does not shift with the wind’s caprice, nor does it bow to the waters of the earth. It punishes sudden change, only eroding slowly over time. But it is not slow. It is not unmoving. 

It is patient, for a patient spirit, it knows, will eventually reap its reward. 

And with you in his arms, your hearts beating as one, San knows there could be no other reward in this world greater than this. 

[ravensarca]

I can almost hear what you're telling me.

Casi puedo escuchar lo que me estás diciendo.

[heavenswaif]

[seabeck]

In the pines

[elizabugz]

Studio Ghibli - Critter Pfps <3

[hamoodmood]

[shisasan]

There’s something hypnotic about watching the trees swaying in the wind, as if nature is breathing, whispering secrets in a dance older than time. For a moment, you can almost feel the earth dreaming.

[brewed-pangolin]

MDNI 18+

Expert horseman John MacTavish, who has a very hands-on teaching style and makes you ride the saddle in front of him for post trotting exercises.

His thick frame pressed up against your back. Hands gentle yet firm on your waist as be guides your body to rise and fall with the rhythmic movement of the mares trotting gate.

"Tha's it, bonnie. Watch 'er. Feel 'er as she moves." His instruction's smooth, deliberate. Breath soft and warm along the edge of your neck.

"Ya got it, lass. Up on th'diagonal. Jus' like tha'."

"Eyes forward. Let 'er guide ya."

Your fingers wrapped tightly around the taut weathered reigns. Textured leather broken seamlessly at the seams sliding along your palms. And his expert hands directing the ebb and flow of your hips as the chestnut mare trotted effortlessly within the fields of wheat.

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And as a reward for your continued equine education, your Scottish horse master gifted you with a private lesson in riding a more able-bodied and robust saddle.

Leather reigns replaced with thick clumps of hair that adorned the broad plateau of his chest. Rolling your hips in tandem with his upward thrust, mirroring the diagonal rhythm you perfected only hours ago.

"Tha's it, hen. Move wit me. Jus' like I taught ya."

The rumbling growl in his voice only accentuated the overwhelming sensation of him beneath you. Feeling him pulse within your silken walls, his hands on your hips as he guided you to bounce without restraint on his throbbing cock.

"Faster, John. I wanna go faster." You pleaded. Breathless and breathtaking while riding him.

"No-,not yet," he retorted. Jaw clenched, caging a moan within his throat, panting as he continued.

"Got'a master-, the trot before you move-, to the canter."

"Then teach me, John. Please."

"Aye. I will," he grunted. Lifting your hips as he vigorously bucked up into your cunt.

"Gonnae teach ya so good, hen. Make ya mine. Make ya me-, highland rodeo queen."

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[marissasketch]

Study of a very round little Dunnock 🪶

[justexistinghere122]

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[blossom-hwa]

Hey! I just want to tell you that, well, I've known your blog for a while now (holy shit a while), and I will always love your Whispers of Nature SKZ fics, and most especially Bloom. I just, love it. And it always makes me smile when I see it again. It especially made me smile when I found it again, when I didn't realize you changed names. So just, thanks for your writing :)

hi anon!! first of all I'm sorry I'm answering this so late, I think it just got buried under a ton of notifs that I didn't track for a while :// but thank you so much for this kind message, I'm glad you've enjoyed my stories and I'm happy they make you smile :)

[zenogram]

In a cathedral of whispers, sunlight spills, Golden threads weave through emerald fronds, A tranquil brook murmurs secrets in ripples, Where the air, sweet with moss and wild bloom, Cradles tranquility��each leaf, a soft sigh, Nature’s brush paints peace on the canvas of time.

[raceweek]

lando alex and charles on the f1 post race show

[assassin1513]

🖤🔹🖤Dark Whisper🖤🔹🖤

[dollykiller]