#winter blooming flowers

[arrietty-rune]

À travers les saisons.

[smile-files]

here's fluttercup, a plant creature inspired by clover from inanimate insanity, especially @gingerkingfisher's lovely creature-like design for her!

fluttercup's design combines elements of four-leaf clovers, clover flowers, pansy flowers, butterflies, caterpillars, milkweed flowers, and dandelion puffs!

[fairydrowning]

"It's March. I open the window and spring floats in, kisses me on the nose. I have waited so long — and now the Sun is washing the world in yellow, and now the seeds sprout green in the dirt, and now the trees are budding and ready to bloom — and it was all so worth it."

– Schuyler Peck, Worth the Wait

[useless-catalanfacts]

The Priorat landscape in late winter. Camp de Tarragona, Catalonia.

Photo by top_priorat on Instagram.

[beaft]

everything is super uncertain and scary right now, so i'm trying very hard to not think about the future and just focus on the things that i want to happen. the concrete things.

i want to be in a space of my own that's clean and safe where i am surrounded by objects that are beautiful or meaningful to me. i want to be in a body that feels natural, a body that i can love instead of tolerate. i want my friends to be a short train or a bus ride away. i want to make art and write stories. i want to go on long walks in the summer and look at the animals and flowers. i want to sleep in a tent by the river. i want to make good food for myself and for the people i care about. i want to have a job i don't hate that pays me enough - not lots, just enough - that i can afford to be independent without constantly panicking over money. i want to feel at peace with where i am instead of agonising over where i'm not.

all of these things are achievable. maybe not all at the same time, maybe i can just have a couple of them, but they are achievable. i will not always feel this way. i will not always be trapped like i am now.

[sunflawyer]

Don't you miss Spring? 🌼

just imagine you and your f/o running together in a colorful flower field, holding hands, laughing at each other. you'd pick a small flower and tuck it behind their ear, seeing them blush and try to hide their face.

you'd have a nice little picnic, just the two of you. and dont forget to make a flower crown, an essential item to have in this beautiful and joyful day.

I miss Spring! ☀️

[natureisthegreatestartist]

My first hellebores of the year. Don't you love flowers that bloom in winter?

[dragonic-floral]

"Hello dragon..." - @son-of-snowflakes

The knight is at his post, standing at the front gates of Corsage. He tilts his head down at the other in curiosity, his tail perked up at see Snow

"Snowflake. How may I assist you?"

[meatcrimes]

Almost fully white dog roses

[krisjustsleeps]

[burnin0akleaves]

halt 🍄

Early bloom / Slow decay

[widowshill]

— But it's almost midnight. — Oh, that's the point! At the stroke of twelve, he turns into Dracula. C'mon, Vicki – he won't bite.

pose ref.

[alexanderlightweight]

Wednesday prompt, guide-sentinel au?

here we go! i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

sentinel!alec and guide!magnus - flowers blooming in the winter

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Alec hears the beat of unfamiliar but beautiful heart and he knows.

There is no other outcome possible and he smirks even as he types a code into his phone and then signs off a fire message.

The premier pair of Idris’ pride will receive his resignation and Alec feels no shame in known that they will be both lost and bereft without his influence.

“Take point until my relief gets here.” He tells Jace, handing over a small badge that makes Jace’s eyes widen before he nods, smirking. His brother doesn’t quite understand just how important the tasks he’s been given are, but he will.

Alec can’t let himself think about it, so he doesn’t.

His guide is somewhere in this building, full of life, heart pulsing an intricate tempo that croons to Alec.

It’s nearly primal, the need with which he wants to hunt down and secure his guide.

Instead Alec lets himself drift, closing his eyes as he reaches out his senses.

It’s intoxicating, the steady beat of his guide’s heart and then it pulses, as if upset and Alec can no longer bear to be denied his guide’s presence.

— Magnus feels the tell-tale intrusion of nephilim on his wards and nearly lets it go… until it’s followed by the the sparked presence of Circle runes.

Rage ignites and his heartbeat flutters with anger before he steadied himself. In the mere moment it takes to pull himself together, Magnus feels the energy of one of the Circle members be extinguished.

He relaxes instantly, letting himself reach out to assess the threat without moving.

The surviving Circle member is being brought to him, wrapped in the aggressive energy of a hunting sentinel and Magnus lets out a little hum of pleasure.

Even without seeing him, Magnus knows that the sentinel coming to him is his.

It’s not how he expected this to go, but he can’t be upset that his sentinel is hunting for Magnus’ protection and pleasure.

The Circle member is obsolete, his presence unnecessary, when Magnus gets eyes upon his sentinel.

He’s gorgeous and he’s nearly feral.

Hazel eyes are lined with runic blue and his large hand is barely restraining from crushing the Circle members neck.

“Darling—” Magnus murmurs, unable to do anything but whisper the translation of the endearment his heart cries out.

Instantly the sentinel is there, his sentinel is here.

A heavy weight is in his lap as thick thighs slide across his own and strong hands cup his face, lips nuzzling against his jaw and goatee.

“Are you safe?”`

Magnus is asked carefully, almost ritualistically and he agrees with magic and voice.

Hands reach greedily for his skin and his sentinel sighs in relief as chapped lips brush Magnus’ neck and a tongue flicks out for a taste. Unhesitant fingers reach under his shirt and callouses memorize the skin of his waist and hips.

“Stop that,” Magnus chides, hand coming up to grip his sentinel’s nape, “what will you do if you imprint on me fully here? Slaughter everyone who dares to look at me?”

An upset grumble is felt against his jaw and Magnus sighs, soothing with everything he has as he reaches out to gentle his boy.

“None of that darling, be good for me, please?”

His sentinel settles with a huff, teeth nipping at Magnus’ neck.

“For you.”

Magnus is promised and then his beautiful sentinel is sighing and rubbing his cheek against Magnus’ own, glowering at the beings gawking at them.

“Take me home?” His sentinel asks and Magnus knows instantly that wherever he takes his sentinel, it will be considered home.

[theoppositeofprofound]

the problem with lothlorien is that 180 days of the year you have to go gently wipe down your house o’ silver wood high in the treetops and it looks like this all over

[oliviarosaline]

Ozark Witch-Hazel

Hamamelis vernalis

This fragrant species of witch-hazel requires a winter freeze to bloom and is endemic to the Ozarks in Missouri, Arkansas, and parts of eastern Oklahoma.

Feb. 14th, 2024

St. Louis County, Missouri, USA

Olivia R. Myers

@oliviarosaline

[autumncottageattic]

Happy first day of spring!🥰🌱

fox_and_blueberry