#whispers of nature

[ravensarca]

I can almost hear what you're telling me.

Casi puedo escuchar lo que me estás diciendo.

[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 :)

[heavenswaif]

[seabeck]

In the pines

[elizabugz]

Studio Ghibli - Critter Pfps <3

[genericpuff]

I find something that annoys me is how people misunderstand why Persephone is considered the goddess of spring.

It’s because Demeter makes it spring when she returns. Not because Persephone has some awesome sick flower powers and she makes it all pretty before returning to her 10000/10 husband.

Agreed! But also, if I can offer up my own food for thought / interpretation: Demeter didn't necessarily create 'winter' as we traditionally perceive it, rather she created famine.

In that same sense, Demeter isn't even necessarily "making it Spring" when Persephone returns - she makes the land fertile again, allowing mortals to harvest their crops and thrive. Thus creating the "seasons" of harvest and drought.

Like many of the myths we've preserved and still read today, The Hymn to Demeter was a story created to explain natural phenomena that we didn't yet know how to explain. In Demeter's case, the story of her separation from her daughter explained the cycle of nature - why the clouds would no longer rain, why the ground would dry and crack, why the soil would become brittle, and why the crops would lose their will to live. It wasn't necessarily because she brought about 'winter', it was simply that she stopped performing her own duties, which were specifically dedicated to the harvest, especially that of wheat and grains (both of which are INCREDIBLY important foods that played their own massive role in the evolution of the human race - they weren't only essential to keeping both humans and livestock fed with their carb-heavy components, but could also be used to make fabrics and tools.)

Just as people prayed to Poseidon for safe travels across still waters, so too would people pray to Demeter for a bountiful harvest. Whenever there were droughts, you could understand it as the period when Persephone would return to the Underworld; or you could even blame it on yourself, or even your own fellow mortals, if you felt that perhaps Demeter had been disrespected in some way so as to bring about a drought as punishment.

This is why The Hymn to Demeter also functions as a foundational story for the founding of The Eleusinian Mysteries - a cult that worshipped Demeter, and other deities attributed to the harvest (ex. Dionysus) whose initiates were sworn to secrecy, never to speak aloud what practices were happening within the cult. And they did a damn good job of it too, because to this day we still don't fully know what went down in those cults. They're mysteries, after all :')

Demeter wasn't the only god who was attributed to the harvest and the weather patterns that would cause drought, but she's certainly one of the most popularly discussed, undoubtedly due to the fact that her story is one of the oldest and most well-preserved, and she was attributed to some of the most essential crops of that era.

But as it would happen to many myths over the centuries, the exact cultural contexts and intentions behind her original story have become either lost, or re-interpreted so many times that we can't even fully trust that Homer's version is "accurate", at least not without any way to retrieve those original oral stories that predated both him and other famous poets whose work we still study and analyze today.

But hey, that's just my own interpretation! One out of the thousands that have existed and the thousands that will undoubtedly go on to exist. I'm sure my own interpretation of it isn't perfect or foolproof, but I hope it offers up some fun food for thought!

[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."

Drabbles Masterlist

[marissasketch]

Study of a very round little Dunnock 🪶

[dollette-whispers]

[justexistinghere122]

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[blossom-hwa]

Hi! I'm new to reading fan fiction on Tumblr and recently stumbled across your Whispers of Nature series! I just wanted to tell you it is amazing! I love your writing style and the stories you have created, they are absolutely incredible!! :)

omg hi!! thank you for sending this message - it means so much to me that you enjoyed whispers of nature enough to tell me about it <3 hope you have a lovely lovely day!

[amy---pearson]

Chlorociboria Aeruginascens, the Turquoise Jewel Fungus, is a rare and mesmerising species that adorns the forest floor with its vibrant blue - green hues.

Found in temperate forests across Europe, North America, and Asia. This tiny fungi thrives on decayed wood, creating a stunning contrast against the rich browns of its host.

Its unique pigmentation, xylindein, is so vivid that it has been historically used to dye wood for artistic and decorative purposes Despite its small size, the Turquoise Jewel Fungus captivates with its almost glowing quality, resembling fragments of the sky fallen to earth.

Its beauty reminds us of nature's intricate artistry, hidden in the quietest corners of the forest.

📷 Nature Lapse

[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