#winter dahlia

[outlying-hyppocrate]

my top three are lobotomy, aNGeL M3TaL and winter dahlia (maybe glitch). i also love samo mi se spava but. i think i like the original a tiny bit better,,,,

[nobodynotbymitski]

how is it the first time i see this frame ever when ive watched this too many times to count???

[pray-to-church-of-the-holy]

<3

[idolomantises]

Moth Girl Mini Comics

[Webtoon / Patreon]

[nordicsublime]

Bringing the dahlia tubers in for the winter.

[brokentrafficknight]

The collective Arc brood!

[hragon]

They are dating

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Hi, hi. It's been a while since I have posted my Idiots since I have been (and still am working on more Emmrich brainrot.) However, I thought it would be nice to get back to my roots and share with you what Ulfric and Dahlia are up to.

Tagging: @oblivions-dawn, @dirty-bosmer, @hircines-hunter, @skyrim-forever @bougainvillea-and-saltwater

@pocket-vvardvark @firefly-factory @illumiera @hannah-heartstrings @vivifriend

@theoneandonlysemla @sylvienerevarine @umbracirrus and anyone else who wishes to share. <3

23rd of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 203

Dearest Dahlia,

It has been so strange and too quiet with you not in the castle to fill the empty space between my thoughts. When I wake up every morning, I almost expect to find you next to me to tell me to, “stop thinking so hard” as you can “almost hear my worrying”. I promise you that this much has not changed, but that I am also trying to take care of myself.

Sylvi is doing just fine. Lydia and Narile have both taken it upon themselves to look after her most of the time. At least when I don’t have her. Normally, in the mornings I take her into my offic,e and she helps me with the endless mountains of paperwork there. (Don’t scowl at me. I’m teaching her young as she is the only heir we have.)

As for our “friend” downstairs, as promised he has been released, but under the tightest surveillance, and true to his word he has told us of other “problems” we might encounter here in Skyrim. I have dispatched some of the guards left here to help deal with them discreetly. I’ll be sending our friend out to Hammerfell with you and Galmar once this business is done. Lord Corolius currently rots in a cell in the Bloodworks as he waits for his execution date.

I pray to Talos every night to keep you safe.

Yours,

Ulfric

2nd of Evening Star, 4E 203

My bear,

Truly, it is good to hear from you as being so far from home has been rather difficult for me as well. Ralof was not joking when he said that Hammerfell is entirely unlike Skyrim. Not long upon crossing the border, we found ourselves in seas of sand and sun, endless heat following us everywhere we go. There is no escape from it. I miss the snow. I miss Windhelm. And more than anything, I miss you and Sylvi.

As for myself, I am holding together the best that I can…and trying to keep Galmar sane as well. Did you know he frets in his sleep just about as much as you do? Before you get any ideas, his tent is pitched right next to mine, so I can hear him very clearly. I’ve offered to have one of the mages make him a tonic, but the stubborn man refuses—much like you would were you here.

It is likely in the next few days that we will find a spot to make a more permanent camp. According to our sources, Queen Riyah’s sand riders are only a couple of days ride from where we currently are. I’ll be sure to keep you updated as much as I can.

…if I don’t melt first.

All my love,

Dahlia

17th of Evening Star, 4E 203

My heart,

I cannot begin to describe the feeling of complete and utter uselessness I hold when I think of you and our armies out in the field while I sit here and slog through meaningless paperwork. None of this matters in the grander scale of things. With each hour passing, my fingers itch more for the hilt of my waraxe than for that of the quill which I currently hold. 

Or perhaps it is that they yearn for the softness of your skin.

Forgive me for being an old fool, but your presence has been sorely missed in my bed. And before you go getting ideas, it is not only the intimacy I miss, it is your warmth more than anything that I long for. In these trying times, comfort is more valuable than gold, and you are my treasure.

Sylvi is doing well, so you need nor worry for her—even if I know you will still do so despite my reassurances. Recently, she has started crawling around the bear rugs we lay down for her in the Palace. She babbles as she tries to find more troubles to get into. Just like her mother, or at least that is what Lydia says as she chases her around the room. I’m inclined to agree with her, although I would say neither one of us are good at sitting still, so perhaps that comes from both of us.

Yours,

Ulfric

[flowerishness]

Dahlia x cultorum (garden dahlia)

Winter bees

Today is Halloween and dahlias are one of the few flowers still going strong. This is good news for this honey bee because her hive is getting ready for winter. Unlike most bees, honey bees don't hibernate and remain active throughout. They cluster up into a ball surrounding the queen and survive by eating small amounts of honey. Then they shiver their flight muscles to generate heat and keep warm. These specialized 'winter bees' are born in the fall and getting the colony through the cold winter months is the only task on their job description.

[dolly-macabre]

❄❄☃️ Winter Wonderklok Day 1 ☃️❄❄

❄ Improvised Snowman Decoration ❄

Everyone meet Weedy the Boozeman!

[outlying-hyppocrate]

working on this poetry assignment for french. mine is on flowers and we have to include one song. GET ABSOLUTELY LUKE BLACKED YOU RECTANGULAR TWINK.

[nobodynotbymitski]

sir??? are you perchance psychic? this was exactly what i needed today tbh.

[life-series-school-blog]

Here’s a valentines special (pretend this a other day with no chaos) :3

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Velvet: ranchers taking a while..

Rancher: um velvet..?

Velvet: oh! hey love! Um Hi!

Rancher: hello! I- um.. I made you this!

Hands flowers

Velvet: oh! T-thank you! It’s lovely.. I made you some muffins for.. you know..

Rancher: I love you! I-I mean I love them! But I also do love you..! Thank you!

(This is my favorite awkward couple)

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Bone: miss dahlia! I finished everything! Would you like me to take care of your homework as well?

Dahlia: no. It’s alright, I’ll survive. Take today off early since today is apparently special or whatever…

Bone: *gasp* really miss dahlia??!?!

Dahlia: *Sigh* yes… Stop wagging your tail and go before I change my mind.

Bone: yes sir!

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???: …Martyn im really sorry!

???: I miss you, you know?

???: whisper said to stop sending this but I can’t

???: happy valentine-

Pearl: you should really stop listening to those! It won’t stop the fact you’re lonely!

Martyn: shut it and go away.

Pearl: suit yourself!

Pearl leaves

Martyn: …

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Blood: sire I made this for you!

Winter: a paper crown..?

Blood: I’d thought you’d like it.. I’m sorry I’ll throw it away..

Winter: I do like it so stop thinking like that. it’s very pretty thank you.

Blood: I’m glad!

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TW!!: Abuse & Forced love/Toxic relationship(is that what’s it called? Idk :P)

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Red: you did what.

Grian: I-I’m sorry red! I didn’t mean to-

Red hits Grian and Grian falls to the floor

Red: if you didn’t mean to then why is it broken? Your Mine Servant remember? Act like it.

Grian: I-i didn’t mean t-to.. I-I’m so- so sorry

Red: say who you belong to.

Grian: I-i belong t-to you.. red..

Red: Good, now Kiss me.

Grian: b-but r-red i-

Red grabs Grian by the collar and kisses him

Red: remember this: your mine and no one else’s. And if you dare defy me again I won’t hesitate to hit you again.

Grian:…

Red: happy Valentine’s Day.

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Scar: Scott! Scott! Scottt!

Scott: um yes scar..?

Scar: I heard you make things for everyone you care about in Valentine’s Day! So I made this for you! I carved it myself!

Scott: oh! Thank you scar.. I’ll put it by my nightstand! Anyway now we-

Scar: wait! I made more things!

Pulls out five boxes

Scar: do you wanna go alphabetical order? or maybe biggest to smallest?

Scott: oh god…

[msweebyness]

Dahlia Winters’ Rules for Her Students

Here’s the final part of the saga! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Always. Ask. For Pronouns. And respect them.

There are at least two fidget toys per student in the bottom desk drawer. They are available for use at any time.

Do not send Brecken and Evie out of the classroom together. The same goes for Jesse and Anthony.

In a similar vein, if Reshma Leghari or Lacey Greene from Mme. Mendeliev's class asks for Margo, do not send her with them.

The words 'disappointment', 'idiot' and 'useless' are banned in this classroom.

The game UNO is absolutely forbidden under any circumstances. Not even with adult supervision.

If Eri begins to murmur to herself in Japanese, or Brecken in English, that's how they re-center, don't disturb them. (Eri also sometimes writes answers in Japanese, just translate them and grade the answer.)

Jesse's monocular vision sometimes makes seeing the board difficult. Have auditory supplements or notes with larger text ready for him.

Aggie is not allowed to go downstairs by herself. Neither is Eri.

If you are sending any AFAB students out of the classroom between 10:00am and 10:15am, make sure Brecken and/or Soo-Yeon accompanies them.

Evie cannot help her natural curves, so if you're a dress code freak, don't get on her case about wearing more layers.

If Jesse is having an anxiety attack and Anthony is not currently available, send someone for either Mylene Haprele or Jean DuParc.

Anais' mother is not allowed in the class. Neither is Evie's grandmother. (The same would apply for Jesse's father, if his ass wasn't behind bars where he belongs.)

If Dot takes out her binder of notes, you are to listen to what she has to say.

If Anais or Candace falls asleep in class, do not disturb them, but leave a small cup of coffee on the desk. They both need to rest.

If Mona begins to have one of her 'spacing' moments, have someone gently tap their shoulder and redirect her to the task.

Keep first aid supplies on hand for Soo-Yeon. The boy is a walking hazard to his own safety.

Ayesha leads a ten-minute meditation session each morning. DO NOT FORGET.

Never discuss grades in front of the class.

If you are having trouble understanding Margo or Aggie due to their accents, give them a hand signal and they will know to write it down. They'll understand, but don't make a scene of it.

During an akuma, you make sure everyone is accounted for.

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[cymorilcinnamonroll]

'THE GREAT GOD APOLLO IS DEAD'

the great god apollo is dead, florid

blood like smattered roses on the grecian

asphalt, where once delos was flocked

full-circle by kingly swans, now, the nymphs

weep for their great King, his golden breast pearlescent

as ichor and odor of marigold ambrosia bleeds

like the crust of a spanakopita onto the laurels and pine.

oh apollo! great god of mystery. you who conquered

the python and cursed cassandra with a dream of dew,

traipsing across coveted flocks with lyre, stealing maidenheads,

robbing sheep, great artificer of device, great machine of poetry.

who nibbled homer's ears (for blindness makes the better of us)

and tickled catallus' ass with a sun-bright bow - rammed straight

up to his head, aright! what would sappho be without your sister’s 

sweet kiss on the isle of lesbos in the grace of doe-eyed artemis? for,

those fairy maids danced twine for you in Asterion's labyrinth.

midas' touch is pale compared to the flax of your dead hair, apollon!

vain god apollo, beneficent wondermaker, he of cymbal and philosophy.

when calliope braids your drying hair, mourning as the many men and women

you had bull-jump in Knossos over your blooming corpse (was hyacinthus' disc-death

any worse than you, forgotten Apollyon of the Pit?) cast out of temples long ago,

fain wanderer of fair fortune, the ephebe visitor of Germania who could not die -

timbrels echo in Hyperborea as the bears of cold climes (where dahlias grow)

clamor at the rain that falls on your bronze pelvis. 

There goes the grass.

There, go the ashes.