#i love them.....heralds of spring...

[korrasamibottles]

Haven't been able to get this image out of my head since I started hearing them about a week ago so please take this

[magnusmodig]

||. Thinking quietly about Thor and his friends. How they all filled a space in him and outside of him that Thor needed fulfilled... The most obvious being in the group's battle formation, but even outside of that too.

Volstagg with his jolly nature helping Thor keep morale up, being the glue that keeps the warriors together, especially when it comes to making group compromises and hard decisions. Hogun with his straight-laced practicality , the way he'd be able to offer an outside perspective to Asgard's ways — something invaluable to Thor. Fandral for all of his apparent womanizing likely keeping up with the courts of Asgard and so Thor would be in the know in a much more close manner through what Fandral knows, and what he's able to find out in Thor's stead. And he's quite personable, in a manner much more suited to crowds than Thor... so that makes the finding of information that much easier, and quicker to relay. (Thor may be a prince, but he's also got Homeschooler Energy out the wazzoo.) Thinking about Sif and Thor being something of childhood friends... Or as close to childhood friends as someone like Thor can have, when you live in a palace your whole life and are largely confined to its walls with your tutors and your parents and your brother for company keep. But Sif would be the exception, I'd imagine, if indeed she is of noble birth the way I'd suspect it.... and Thor and Sif would have gotten along splendidly, especially once he finds out her desire to become a shield-maiden, and then that leads into learning about the Valkyrie, and of course then Thor would want Sif to be HIS Valkyrie, because of all the people who are mighty and brave and compassionate, and who would then deserve to be his esteemed commander of guard, surely why WOULDN'T it be Lady Sif?

And of course there's Loki, who completes many of Thor's loose ends and falterings in plenty of ways, but that's it's own story and its own post for a different time.

Thor picked his warriors well and he picked them wisely. There's not a single quest or mission they can't overcome because each of their strengths buoy the other's weaknesses. Together, when in sync, they're all six of them a well-oiled machine, and it's really no wonder that they, together, become "Asgard's Finest", and it's really no wonder that they were all to be Thor's council as King. (If only all of them lived...)

[brittle-doughie]

I’ll Take You V1 (I’ll Miss You Alt)

Some things are not fated to last, but trying to push closer only makes love farther out of reach. Results can be fatal.

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Five Cookies were baked by the Witches, radiant beings graced with wisdom and power unparalleled. The Five were destined to reshape the tempestuous world and usher in a new age of peace and prosperity for all.

Seeing as how the Five were unlike most Cookies, they could live on for far longer, the Witches have decided to bake one more Cookie. A Cookie that wasn’t as strong or held great power like them, but rather…as a companion for any of the Five to cherish and love dearly.

The love blossomed into something more that could be considered as forever happiness…

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You’ve always looked up to the Fount of Knowledge to know many aspects of this world like the back of his hand! However, all of the knowledge in the world wouldn’t compare to the joys he would have spending time with you!

He likes to spend his time in the Spire of All Knowledge cuddled up next to you as he reads books with you, showing you the many wonders of Earthbread! He always kept the stories interesting with his mannerisms and funny way of speaking, you’re never bored when he reads.

He makes sure to always leave time away from writing in scrolls and books to have moments with you, why would he keep his cutie patootie waiting on him! The texts could wait, snuggling up to you by his tower window was much more preferable to him!

“Man, you always tell such fascinating tales, my fair Fount! It almost makes me feel dull in comparison!”

“Oh, don’t let those little words come out of your mouth again! You are way more fascinating than any of the books I have! I can write whole books on their own on what you’re just oh so great to me!”

“Oh stop, you’re just saying things.”

“Far from it, my little Cookie~ It’s the honest truth~”

The two of you share a laugh as you look out the spire window, leaning on each other…

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The Herald of Change always had that bit of a grumpy side to him when it came to getting him out of his temple to come look at the new civilizations and kingdoms being created everyday.

Everything was the same to him no matter the result, but he could never say no to your requests to visit these civilizations. Your enthusiasm to see what could possibly be different was pretty infectious, encouraging him to go with you in these visits.

He was quite the protective one too, insisting that in return of going with you, you are to stick by his side as you two walked. He makes sure of that by having one of his arms around your waist, he behaves himself but will shoot a glare anyone getting too close.

“Look at that spring the townspeople made, my Herald! Look at the flowers blooming from the water and the creatures that inhabit in and around it, isn’t it wonderful?”

“It’s remarkable, but it’s nothing new to me. I’ve seen many springs like this before, they come and go eventually. Just like the many civilizations we’ve visited today, there’s so much more that I can get done by now!”

“The destination may be the same, but the journey doesn’t have to. It can be different compared to another, so many different ways Cookies behave and act, environment changing with many different plants and creatures. Tell me just one thing that you wouldn’t want to change.”

The Herald, looking down at the ground, slowly formed a smile as he softly laughed, turning his gaze to look at you. One of his arms going around you to hold you close to him.

“I’d say….”

“It would be us that I would never want to change.”

“Aw….”

The two of you hold onto each other close as you both looked on at the lively spring.

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The Seeker of Volition was immensely patient and considerate of you, shaping and changing her realm to make you as comfortable as you can be. She knows things around the Ivory Pagoda may not too interesting or extravagant, but that was alright with you. So long as you were with her.

Her displays of affection were pretty subtle that no Cookie that visited her would’ve suspected that you and her had something close and in a way, it made it more special to her. The gentle hand holding, the way she caressed your cheek as she spoke to you, it was small yet held so much love that she shared with you.

She’s always wondered why you never asked for a wish from her, with how many Cookies that visited her wanting that exact thing. Well, you didn’t really want to wish for anything, the Seeker was enough for you. Being able to stand by her side like this was a wish come true. She didn’t understand your refusal for a wish, but…it touched her that she was enough for you.

“After all the Cookies that have come to me for a wish, I did not think you wouldn’t be one of them. Is there not anything you want wish for?”

“Oh, Seeker. We’ve been through this, ehe. I do not want a wish, I have all that I need here at the Ivory Pagoda. As long as there’s this, I’m happy.”

“You are? After spending all of your time here at the Ivory Pagoda with me, you must have some sort of wish you want granted. Please, say the word. I shall fulfill it to the best of my abilities.”

“Well….”

“Yes?”

“I wish to take a walk around the Pagoda with you. Just the two of us.”

The Seeker was not expecting such a simple and mundane wish, she would’ve seen it as a waste if it came from any other Cookie, but…

To hear it from you…it made giggle softly with a smile.

“Hm…hehe, very well. I shall grant you your wish, my dearest Cookie.”

The two of you hold hands as you leave out the doors to her Pagoda, intending to enjoy a peaceful walk together…

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But could that happiness really last forever?

As time went on, it felt the Cookies you once held dear to you had changed, no longer being the Cookies you once loved. It was as if the power they held was slowly warping their minds and ideals into something more twisted and dark.

“But we both know it’s ever too good to happen.”

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The Fount could never be truly honest with you, always masking his words that tinged with deceit, always making a game of things. Even the books and text he’d were how you remembered…

“Fount, this..isn’t how the story went the last time I’ve heard about it…”

“Oh, that boring ol’ story? I helped myself to make a few changes that really added to the pizzazz of it all, don’t you think?”

“But that never happened! It’s a complete fabrication! Real Cookies have gone through those events, I feel like we shouldn’t tarnish that to make it “interesting.”

“Oh my! I’m hurt! I just wanted to make it more good! Oh well, I’m sure those Cookies wouldn’t mind, right? Come on, let’s read another, shall we?”

“N-no, I don’t want to read another. I’ll just..be in my room.”

“Hey! Where you going?! I swear the details on the next one are accurate! Mostly! Maybe!”

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The Herald never could see how you see the many locations and civilizations you two see, always groaning and muttering that it was boring to him. It had gotten to the point where he ignored you and remain sat on his seat in the temple.

“What do you mean you’re not going?”

“I mean it. You say that all these places would be different in their own ways, but it’s all been the same! It bores me when I have to go through the same thing over and over again!”

“I-I promise that I’ll keep your interest piqued with this one-“

“NO!”

He destroyed a nearby table with a single hit.

“You can go on without me from now on. I have no reason to endure something so boring as another town visit…”

“R-right, okay, I’ll just…go.”

You hastily leave as the Herald looked at his fist that broke the table, he realized something as a large grin on his face formed…

“That…felt good….”

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The Seeker didn’t feel like herself anymore with the coldness and apathy she now radiated. She didn’t push you away when trying to be close like old times, but she didn’t really reciprocate your affections like she would back then. It felt like..she didn’t love you all that much anymore.

“Where you going?”

“I must return to the Ivory Pagoda in order to continue my pursuit of becoming a Leavened One.”

“I know this Leavened One status is important to you, but…wouldn’t that mean I won’t get to see you much anymore. I can’t bear that…”

“Oh, Y/N Cookie…”

She caressed your cheek, but it didn’t feel right. There was no sense of love placed into it, as if she only did it to calm you down by reminding you of the past.

“You should know that I hold this opportunity dear to me, but it does not mean I value you any less, it is meaningless to worry. I must go.”

“What about my wish to spend the day together…?”

“You should also know that not every basic wish will be granted. I am sorry…”

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Regardless, it felt like you were kicked to the curb as you walked outside during the night.

You were not happy. You look up at the sky, wondering if your Creator was looking down at you too.

You ask them how could things go so wrong. What purpose could you have now that the Cookies you were made for weren’t themselves anymore? Were they even the same Cookies at this rate?

You ask…what could you do…?

…

…

…

You look down, only now noticing a nearly invisible string flowing in the air, red in color as it looked like it came from your chest. You reached up to hold it and in doing so, the string was seemingly cut and it floats away into the sky…

That…oddly felt liberating. You looked at your hands and realized that..you did have meaning outside of your purpose. There was a whole world out there that you could now explore! Many things to see and Cookies to meet!

You felt rejuvenated and head off to rest for tonight. Tomorrow, you’ll be a new Cookie!

Surely, the “Virtues” wouldn’t mind if you were gone for a little while, right?

…

…

…

…

But you weren’t the only one who felt a change after that string was cut…

The spire trembled.

The temple shook.

The cocoon violently spasmed.

Their occupants having felt the full effects…

The Fount suddenly tore the book they were “changing” as he keeled over, clutching his chest where his heart was…he felt…empty.

The Herald started a rampage in his temple, the pain in his chest fueling his anger and muddied despair as he destroyed everything…he felt…lost.

The Seeker, once settled in her cocoon, was now clutching her head with both her hands as she lets out silent screams of anguish, the pain in her chest amidst a void of white too great to ignore…she felt…voided.

One by one, they fall….

They’d find you, and they’ll take you….

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You were just about to carry on in your boat out of the continent when a sheep wandered to you.

“Oh hello, little sheep. You lost your way from your herd?”

“Baaaaa….”

“Why are you looking down? Come on, look at me…”

The sheep suddenly jolted up to look you, it looked furious as it’s eyes glowed shades of blue.

“BAAAAAA!”

“What?!”

The sheep poofed into blue smoke, and in its place was now a very angry Cookie.

“My Fount?!”

“ERRR! WRONG! Now let me ask you a question. WHY DID YOU LEAVE?!”

Shadow Milk Cookie had found you right as you were about to leave Beast-Yeast.

“I’m sorry, my Fount. But…I can’t do this anymore. You are no longer the Cookie I know and loved. You lie to me, you twist things so badly, I can’t even tell what’s true and what’s not.”

“I do not lie to you! I never could! You weren’t supposed to leave me behind! You were supposed to stick to me like glue for as long as the two of us lived!”

“We all change, Fount. That includes you and me.”

“Is that it?! Are you just going to walk away from EONS worth of our time together all for my new change of style?!”

“You are NOT going anywhere! You are coming back with me to that Spire and we are going to adore and be mushy to each other like always!”

“I’m going, Fount. I’ve made my decision…”

“Oh…hehe….ehehehe~!”

“What? What are you laughing for-“

Your movements are stopped, you are horrified to see blue strings wrapped tightly around your arm. You try to free yourself, but you found that all your limbs were wrapped in strings too. You pulled into his arms as he giggled menacingly to you, a shadow over his eyes.

“Oh, you silly little thing~ I never would’ve expected you to lie to ME! My brand new style doesn’t mean my heart went out the window! If you can’t accept how deceit seeps into the very cracks of this world, then…”

He leans in real close to your face, whispering in a chilling voice…

“I’ll just have to take you, cutie~ Ehehehe~”

You were never seen again…

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You were having a peaceful time in the civilization you were staying at, enjoying a nice meal provided by the locals when…

“AAAAAH! Run for your lives!”

“He’s destroying everything in his path, watch out!”

“ARGH! It hurts!”

The screams of Cookies in the distance alerted you to turn around from where you were sitting to see Cookies running away from something.

And their screams weren’t the only ones you were hearing.

“COME OUT TO ME, LITTLE COOKIE! I KNOW YOU’RE HERE SOMEWHERE!”

The Herald(?!) shouted in anger as he was breaking and bashing through anything in his path up ahead.

Cookies that were in his way were simply hit back with enough force to send them into walls or sliding back on the ground, he didn’t give them any time to move.

“Ah! Please! Show mercy!”

“Mercy?! There IS no mercy for you WORMS!”

The Cookie on the ground from an earlier attack tried to get up, but groaned in pain as Burning Spice Cookie slowly raised his weapon, the Cookie covers their face to brace for impact.

“STOP!”

Burning Spice Cookie immediately stops to look in the direction of your shout and locking eyes with you, he heads for you.

“Please, don’t hurt any more Cookies!”

“So…you’ve been here all along, spending time amidst these ANTS! The tide of Change will sweep through all, leaving everyone here as nothing but dust in the wind!”

“Have you NO IDEA how long I’ve looked for to find you when you didn’t come back the temple?!”

“To not see you by my side for DAYS?!”

“I know you’re mad, but please, you don’t have to do this! I’ll..I’ll come back with you…”

“Will you now…? I must be sure!”

“What are you-“

Your talk was stopped when he grips your shoulders and brought you to a rough kiss that left you coughing spice when he pulled away.

“Hahaha! Yes! I remember this feeling now! I expect you to stay in the temple with me, for as long as we live! I promise not to break you too easily, ahahaha!”

You felt conflicted as you were dragged with him back to the temple. He’d never let you go as easily again…

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You say farewell to a close friend of yours as you head inside your home. You were ready to turn in for the night as you offed the lights, it was particularly foggy tonight, so you chose to keep things closed up before you turned in for tonight.

You close your eyes and drift off to sleep..or at least, you tried to before you hear a slight creak in your room. You sit up and look, only to see a pair of slit pupils staring right back at you in the darkness in the room.

Neither of you move….

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…

…

“I may give nothing for your loyalty, but to see you offer your mind and soul to another, right after I had been free from my cocoon…you will learn that it was pointless to try and leave me…”

“My Seeker?!”

She barely gives you time to let the realization sink in before she rushed forward to hold your cheeks in her hands, lifting you up effortlessly to bring you face to face with her as she looks down at you. Her eyes wide open and pitch black, her slit pupils bearing down on yours.

She was as expressionless as ever, but her eyes told you everything you needed to know that she was mad. You felt weak, dough turning pale..

“I never forgot our bond, the years upon years that we shared…my rise to the Leavened One should not have been a path I walked alone…”

“Why are you saying..?”

“I should’ve shared my feelings with you, to show you that everything will be futile in the end. Just like your intentions to leave me as just a thought…”

“No, you don’t have to…”

“THIS is my wish. To have you see what I see, to feel how I feel. About everything, about you…”

“No, please…”

“I promise…I promise to not have us walk alone anymore…”

Everything was a blur as she took you away from your home, up the stairs; and back to the Ivory Pagoda. The last of the outside world forever a distant memory as the cocoon wrapped up once more, Mystic Flour clutching you close to her body.

Together in a world of white, that is what she always wished for…

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“I loved you

Even though I loved you

I’ll treat you like this

Like the traitor you are

Return my feelings

I loved you

Even though I loved you

Forever”

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[hoonieyun]

enhypen

series

hyung line "ritual" horror series ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ (completed) "collecting tears" enhypen angst anthology ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ (completed) "a christmas herald" enhypen holiday anthology ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ (completed) a lovesick girl's guide to heartbreak ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ (completed) why... exes reunited ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ (completed) is he mr. right? the dating show! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ (completed) the garden of eden enhypen spring anthology ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ (completed) unusual taste enhypen summer anthology ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ (on hold) the lifeguard diaries ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

heeseung 희승 "score: love!" lee heeseung ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ (completed) "now playing..." lee heeseung sim jaeyun ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ (completed)

jongseong 종성 "black coffee or cream & sugar" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ (completed)

jaeyun 재윤 "now playing..." lee heeseung sim jaeyun ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ (completed) "do you trust me?" sim jaeyun park sunghoon ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ (completed)

sunghoon 성훈 "do you trust me?" sim jaeyun park sunghoon ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ (completed)

one shots

heeseung 희승 "i know what you did" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ "bright red" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ "locked up" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ "locked in" - part two of "locked up" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "loving you is forever" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ he(e) would ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

jongseong 종성 "oblivious" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ "thats what i'm here for" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "paint them for me?" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "love hangover" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

jaeyun 재윤 "my friend over there thinks you're cute" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ "APT" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ "no doubt" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ "together again" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ "so lovey dovey" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "inteview with a vampire" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "his deepest desire" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "hindsight is 20/20" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

sunghoon 성훈 "lie to girls" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ "give up heaven" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ "shy boy" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "so close yet so far" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

hyung line "sleepover" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "words that leave wounds" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "this is where it ends" - part two of "words that leave wounds" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "dozing off" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ to be loved is to be... ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

smau/texts

heeseung 희승 texts with boyfriend!heeseung ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ stoner!heeseung as your plug ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ dial tragedy with heeseung ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ bar-tending to your love ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

jongseong 종성 texts with secret boyfriend!jay ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ texts with brothers best friend!jay ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ always with ex!jay ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ cat meow-tch maker ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

jaeyun 재윤 texts with downbad!jake ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ dispatch exposes your relationship with idol!jake ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "don't buy me flowers" with situationship!jake ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "find my way back" with jake ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "almond croissant" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

jungwon 정원 "back to black" with boyfriend!jungwon ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

sunghoon 성훈 texts with ex-boyfriend!sunghoon ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ soft launching with idol!sunghoon ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ love at the water cooler with boyfriend coworker!sunghoon ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ tread lightly with jock!sunghoon part 1 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ part 2 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ away we happened ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

hyung line toxic situationship hyung line - one - two - three ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ "maneater" texts with hyung line ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ldr texts with down bad enhypen ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ "who taught you that?" nail prank with enha hyung line ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ hinting you want them to propose ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ let's break up... ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ accidental confession ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ pouty boy ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ when you have a bad day ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ .025 second response time ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ when they break something of yours ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ emergency contact ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ to be near you ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ silly test of trust ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

requests

hyung line enhypen as vampire king ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ enhypen love languages ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ enhypen "we listen and we don't judge" ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ performing jingle bell rock from mean girls in front of enhypen ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ i can't pay the rent... ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ soft launching with idol!jay ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

[fromelysium]

Hannibal and Will reuniting and acknowledging their love in front of the primavera means so much to me actually. The centrepoint of the primavera is the goddess Venus. Chloris the nymph blooms into Flora the goddess at the touch of Zephyr's love, and heralds the coming of spring. The painting is symbolic of all the themes of renewal, new beginnings, and transformative love shared between the both of them. I can't even imagine how Hannibal must have felt in that moment, sat next to the man he loves that he has changed and that changed him in front of the painting that depicted the connection he desperately craved all those years.

[vitaminseetarot]

Pick a Flower: What Your Future Partner Wants You To Love About Yourself 🌸💟

UPDATED: So so sorry for posting pile 3's picture with pile 4! If you picked pile 4 I have now uploaded the correct picture for your reading to review. I apologize for the error!

Hey y'all, welcome to my next pick a card reading. I wanted to use this vintage card deck I found featuring native flowers of North America. We're going to look at what qualities your future partner wants you to recognize in yourself. (I meant to post this yesterday but got caught in a surprise Valentine's date and it was lovely!)

Please pick any one of the four cards above:

Pile 1. 5♥ - Spreading Phlox (phlox diffusa) Pile 2. Q♣ - Red Lily (lilium philadelphicum) Pile 3. 6♠ - Wild Rose (rosa acicularis) Pile 4. J♦ - Large-Leaved Lupine (lupinus polyphyllus)

Pile 1 - Spreading Phlox 🌸

King of Talismans (Pentacles), X Fate (Wheel of Fortune), 0 Seeker (Fool); Lenten Rose - Protection, Blessed, Trust, Eyes On Your Own Paper

Pile 1, your future partner wants you to see the side of you that is practical and reliable. This lover wants you to understand that although it may seem like a humble trait, it's nevertheless something they feel they've been missing in their lives. You are conscientious of how you spend and save, you're able to create a budget and set boundaries for yourself, even ones as simple as going to bed at a certain time each night. Your future partner will love how you're able to balance healthy routines with thrill seeking and fun. It may seem at first like they're just looking for an exciting fling or two, but deep down they're thinking in much longer terms though it may be difficult to admit. At least until they meet you and see how you're able to both keep to your necessary tasks in life while still enjoying the occasional adventure. You're definitely going to change how they see themselves and other people as a result. Your open mindedness will expand their perception on everything. Things they didn't think could be possible may suddenly call their attention like a pop-quiz they never studied for. You might actually intimidate them a little, not because you're scary, but because their feelings for you will suddenly drop on them like a timer and put them to the test. What's important is that your future partner will embrace these tests because they trust that you're the one for them. You keep yourself protected and they're gonna learn how to knock nicely instead of barging into your energy.

Your future partner sees you as a trustworthy companion, they value your ability to stay committed for the long haul while still containing the passion and excitement as if it had only just begun. I don't think the "honeymooning" rule applies here. They say we only experience those zesty feelings for someone for a limited time, as it naturally evolves to a more mature and level headed phase. I see here that your partner loves your continuing romantic zeal. Despite seeming down to earth on the outside, you have a spring like energy inside with the spreading phlox, said to be a flower that heralds spring. The King of Talismans is one of the highest court cards for the Pentacles, which represent the spring season. So this is like an energy you carry with you regardless of what's going on. Because of your multifaceted ability to be grounded and focused while also keeping your boundless youthful enthusiasm, they can more easily picture staying with you and ditching flightiness. Your gentle warmth will bring them out of their shell and in touch with their feelings. Being with you will be like a whole new change of season for them. A winter of emotion becomes a spring of empathy for their heart and mind.

Pile 2 - Red Lily 💖

7 of Talismans (Pentacles), VIII Strength, XXIII Magnum Opus; Zinnia - Absence, Mending, Nurture, Celebrate Your Wins

Oh my, pile 2. I think you need to take into account just how attractive it is to have a personality built around the virtues of patience and discipline. When others would quickly throw in the towel, you pick it back up almost like it's a reflex at this point. You're willing to do the long haul and put up with spending extra time when it comes to what matters in your life most. Deferred gratification is not a trait to be taken for granted as it shows a great deal of maturity. Many of the best things in life come after willing to put in the time and effort for it (not to excuse pesky bootstrap economics by any means). When it comes to things like parenthood, being dedicating to writing a book, or simply overcoming challenges, you're still able to push through because temptations have no sway over the ultimate vision. The Zinnia shows that you are able to do without for a period of time when it's necessary to compromise for the sake of your deepest wishes finally coming to fruition. You may be wanting to wait for the perfect partner even if the wait isn't wonderful because you know the outcome will be everything you imagined it to be and then more. I get the sense that the wait will be more than worth it as it will attract the kind of partner who cherishes and respects your dedication and foresight. They appreciate your ability to push through even if certain wins have come in various cycles. They know true progress is mindfully cultivated and doesn't happen overnight.

I about gasped and felt relieved when I saw the Magnum Opus card come out because the reading all made sense after. This is an additional Major Arcana card in this huge tarot deck and it's like the elevated form of the Magician. It is the magic made manifest; it is the final result of blood, sweat, tears, and love. Your partner knows you believe in the beauty of a masterpiece not just in its technical genius, but in the subtext of devotion between the creator and the created. The care and love put into something is part of what makes it beautiful to them. I think your future partner will see you as a good parent, someone who knows that raising a child or tending to a sick tree doesn't happen overnight. You can rescue a skittish animal and nurse it back into health because you see that the importance isn't in the rush, but in the amount of thoughtful care that is given and felt sincerely. They're looking for someone they can lean on in hard times, someone who doesn't shy away from responsibility, maybe as they grew up surrounded by people who did. You're like a safe refuge to them in an unpredictable world.

Pile 3 - Wild Rose 🌹

2 of Candles (Wands), 8 of Talismans (Pentacles), 7 of Candles; White Carnation - Devotion, Peace, Change, 11:11

Ooh, pile 3, am I sensing a potential power couple here? I'm seeing a combination of lover with colleague. Maybe your future partner is also a coworker or someone who runs a business with you? Seeing all these books, this could be a student or someone who is very involved in studies. Your future partner may want to make a lot of travel plans with you because they see your spunk beneath any stoic façade. This person is a go-getter and also sees that in you. It's like you amplify that drive within them, and in turn they bring out that drive in you if you aren't yet aware of it. I'm seeing pairs in both the Rose card you selected, the 2 of Wands, the 11:11 card, and even the 8 of Talismans which appear to make an 11 sign. It may seem like at times you'll be joined at the hip with them, but not in a cloistering or suffocating kind of way. You may find out in time that it feels great to work alongside somebody, to have a partner to help out with life and pursue greater things. Your partner is like a mirror to what you desire, which makes your pairing a formidable couple in the face of regular challenges that come with setting big goals. But they also respect your independence and tenacity, and have no intention on undermining that. It will just feel natural to be next to them when it used to be normal sitting alone.

Your partner loves that you are able to live by your own rules and values and refuse to budge for anyone, with the Wild Rose and White Carnation here. Despite your solitary nature, you can also adapt to circumstances as they arrive with tranquility. You do this through standing your ground and fighting for what you believe in. You fight for not just your lover, but your friends and family. This is giving me, "I'll leave you be if you leave me be, but if you mess with my loved ones then watch out because you're messing with me." And your future partner adores that quality in you of typically being so relaxed and even tempered until push comes to shove. It's finding the balance between being amenable and being assertive. These are traits you will bring out in each other. Your partner wants to be the warrior standing next to you ready to tackle anything that opposes you, all the while admiring your strong will and bravery. and empowering you every step of the way. If you have struggled to accomplish tasks, they will push with you and cheer you on at the same time, as they can both be of help and encourage you to find your own inner power. This partner will be with you through thick and thin as they know that the calm always comes after (not just before) the storm.

Pile 4 - Large-Leaved Lupine 💜

Princess (Page) of Talismans (Pentacles), Queen of Talismans, III Sacred Space (Empress); Pitcher Plant - Insight, Clean It Up, Worth, Sound-Resonance-Frequency

Pile 4, your partner is in loooove with your feminine side. Even if you see yourself as the burliest of brutes, they want you to see how lovely your feminine side is. Everyone will have a different interpretation, but with the Princess, Queen, and Empress, it's like they see all the different facets of femininity in you, so it would be fruitless to only limit yourself to one song. This energy has a healing effect on them, like how nitrogen-extracting lupines have been planted across Iceland to encourage the growth of other plant species. With the Princess of Talismans, I see your partner loves your diva side and wants to spoil you something. If you've ever felt pangs of guilt for expressing the glamorous side of you, I see that your partner will cherish those traits enough to allow you to express it again. Maybe you're not the type to doll up very much, but it doesn't necessarily take a pound of jewelry to impress them. Just putting on your finest clothes will have them turning their head thinking, "wow, pile 4 is just… different somehow." They could go to work or school one day and just see you after dressing up for an event, excited to talk to you.

This isn't just a partner who loves only beauty, mind you. With Pitcher Plant, your partner adores your deeper, more introspective mind. They love the sensuality of seeing you sway to your favorite music and they wonder what kind of world you go to when you peer into a complex painting at the museum. Your partner loves that you take care of your surroundings. Not just in the domestic sphere, but in many areas of life. At work, you tend to the little details so everything runs smoothly. You may petition and protest for the sake of the environment or your local community. You have a deeply caring aspect to you that your partner wants you to notice. Your partner deeply wants you to recognize your inherent worth, and see your caring nature as a superpower and not a burden. Sometimes the Empress is like the mom that tells us to clean up our rooms despite our objections. She's not always sugar sweet. Your partner sees how you're able to create important boundaries with others while still being generous and conscientious with your time and love. They love that you care for yourself as much as you do with any other, and they want you to embrace more indulgence whenever they see you work hard. So very likely they will be the love to take you out to that favorite concert or set up a gorgeous breakfast and bubble bath. Not just to thank you for hard work, but to genuinely take pleasure in seeing you be loved and happy.

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2025, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[aetherograph]

Redesigned Pride Flags Masterpost

All of these are free to use and reproduce in any variation as long as you can blazon it the same way (I will include the blazon, or formal heraldic description, under each flag). The shades of colours and the execution of the blazon can all be variant. As long as you can recognise it at the size of a postage stamp OR twenty yards away in the rain, it is correct.

Leather/Kink General:

A field chevronny sable and azure, a pale argent, on it three hearts gules.

I re-arranged the stripes of the leather flag, and made it three hearts instead of one because of the many triplicate concepts in kink: top/versatile/bottom, dominant/switch/submissive, safe/sane/consensual (nb: there is criticism of ssc by the Mad community, as well as those with kinks that cannot be made safe. However SSC is still a part of the community and the discussion about it is a good thing!)

Polyamory/Non-Monagamy:

Blazon: A field per fess azure and sable, a fess or, upon it a pi symbol gules.

As you can see, all I really had to do with this one was flip the colours of the fess, or middle stripe, and the pi symbol. Now it has higher contrast and is easier to see!

Transgender Flag

Blazon: A field per pale azure and argent. To dexter, a sea-horse rampant sinister or. To sinister, a butterfly volant gules et rose.

Okay, so I have a Thing about the proliferation of Stripes In A Gradient flags. I hate them, to put it lightly. I think queer people deserve Creatures and Beaſtes. In fact, transwomen picked out the butterfly and transmen picked out the seahorse long before my time! I discovered our mascots as a baby transboy way back in 2007 and was delighted. All I did was 'translate' the sea-horse into heraldic depiction, because I think hippocampus is a fun creature. For the joined flag, I swapped the field colours so the butterfly could be colourful, as butterflies should be, and added pink that way.

Transmasc and Transfem Flags

Transfem Blazon: A field per pale sable and gules, a butterfly volant argent. Transmasc Blazon: A field per pale azure and sable, a sea-horse rampant.

The individual banners are more heraldic. I took the colours of the trans flag and made the colours basic heraldic ones, and added the black of flux and spring and transformation, as well as adding gold because many seahorse species are mostly yellow, including the most famous and well-recognised one. The sea-horse is facing the blue side to signify transmasc people going from a state of flux toward masculinity. I would have done the same with the butterfly but butterflies are symmetrical!

Non-Binary Flag:

Blazon: A field per pale purpure and or, two werewolves rampant dexter; one argent langued or, one sable langued purpure.*

Werewolves are neither human nor wolf, no matter what they look like; they are always werewolves, and shift freely between shapes. Also, my best friend who is non-binary loves werewolves and wanted a werewolf to be the non-binary Creature. Heraldically speaking, a "werewolf" actually is a "wolf with human hands instead of feet, and human ears", so if you wanna get real correct, you could draw it that way too! These flags are not set in stone bc of how they look in this post!

Aromantic Flag

Blazon: A field counter-ermine. A saltire argent, upon it five pine trees proper.

I chose the saltire because it makes an X and that symbolises how aromantic people "X-out" of the idea of romantic stuff. I chose pine trees because my mother, who is aro, loves evergreen trees the most in the whole world; trees are also green, like the green stripes of the flag, so I thought it fitting. Trees are also not living beings that have any kind of pair-bonding, and yet also have sexual relations with other trees to make more trees. I used counter-ermine because it's more visually distinct and interesting. I wanted to also show that these flags can be made into any shape of shield or banner and still work.

Asexual Flag:

Blazon: A field semy pique purpure and sable. A saltire argent, upon it five dragons rampant sable and purpure.*

Another saltire, this time because asexuals do not interact with sex in the usual way or at all. Piques (i.e. the spade symbol) and dragons because in my long years in the community, I have seen these two symbols used the most for our community. Having a semy means I can include both the pique and the dragon without cluttering up the flag. This one is probably the most intricate and difficult to draw, but again, the dragons can be as detailed as this or can be like, trogdor or something. As long as they're recognisably dragons with four legs and two wings, and only one foot on the ground, you're good!

Bonus: Monsterfucker Flag:

Blazon: A field per saltire tenné and or. A saltire sable.

The X is for Xeno, or 'strange', and X is also used for the Unknown, as is the black of the void. The orange is because Halloween is a monsters' holiday. The yellow is for joy and both moon and sunlight, for monsters encompass all possibilities. Yellow is also because I don't see it that much in pride flags, so using it here makes it distinctive.

Orange (Tenné, which can also be depicted as tan or brown) is, like pink (rose), a very late addition to heraldry--as indeed it was to the English language!

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*I am still a student, I don't know if these blazons are fully correct; if you know more about how to blazon, please feel free to correct them!

[dragon-ascent]

🪴✨🌻 Cottagecore Zhongli Headcanons 🌱 🍂🍯

--some ramblings about Zhongli as a cottagecore husband 🌙

🌸 When I tell you he loves the garden, it's an understatement. He tends to each and every plant like they’re his children, making sure they get the perfect amounts of water and sunlight. The key ingredient to your thriving garden, though, is the way he holds conversations with nature: telling the shrubs about his day, narrating stories to the flowers, and asking the trees how many little creatures have decided to make themselves a home on them. It’s no wonder the place is simply bursting with life.

The prettiest flowers and the juiciest fruit go into making you the best flower crowns and the most nourishing juice – there’s nothing better than the sparkle in his eye as he internally plans the ways he can turn the garden’s bounty into gifts for you.

🥣 If a dreamy aroma wafts about your home, that means Zhongli is in the kitchen whipping up a delicious meal. Every ingredient is either grown or found nearby, so freshness is a given. Be it soup, sweet pickle, yoghurt, galette, or a piping hot shepherd’s pie, Zhongli’s favourite part of the whole process is watching your eyes widen in wonder as you take the first bite. He loves to watch you indulge, and a happy partner is a happier Zhongli.

(As for your favourite part? Licking any stray batter or berry sauce straight off your husband’s cheek.)

Oh, and! The heavenly scent of his cooking often attracts woodland creatures, feathered and furred alike. He always makes sure to make extra for these little friends :]

🧶 His crafting skills are unparalleled – in fact, most things in your home have been skilfully made by your talented Zhongli, ranging from the cookware to the flower vases to even some of your warmest winter wear, padded lovingly with the softest wool. Heck, even the bindings of most of your books are made by him, intricately threaded with dried and pressed flowers for that personal touch.

🌷 Spring often heralds your favourite sight of your darling husband. On a pleasant afternoon, as the flowers begin to peek out from their petals again, the sunlight spotlights a certain place atop a wooden swinging bench outside your home (a bench crafted by none other than Zhongli, of course). Emerald-green ivy weaves its way along the bars of the bench, a backdrop alongside all the potted primroses, snapdragons and lilies around it.

And there, curled up right in the middle of the swinging bench, naps your lover in his fluffy little dragon form, his fur glowing under the light. Soft purrs escape him with every tender exhale, his sweet paws clutching his tail as he sleeps. A butterfly may often flutter over and perch atop his nose to complete the scene.

It’s straight out of a painting, really, which is why you have a painting of one such spring moment up in your shared bedroom.

[dark-corner-cunning]

🌕The Full Pink Moon in Libra: The Balancing Moon 🌕

Full Pink Moon Blessings!

As the hills of the Dark Corner stir with the rising warmth of spring, the Full Pink Moon casts her glow upon the land. This moon, so named for the moss phlox that carpets the Appalachian valleys and ridges in shades of soft pink, heralds the true arrival of the season’s fertility. In the old ways of the mountain folk, the Pink Moon is a time of renewal, love, and setting right the balance between ourselves and the land.

In the night’s hush, the spirits of the woods and hollers move differently, as the shifting season calls forth growth, both seen and unseen. This is a moon of beauty, but also one of power—the quiet yet undeniable force of harmony reasserting itself after the harshness of winter.

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The Full Pink Moon in Appalachian Folk Tradition

In the traditions of Appalachian folk wisdom, the Pink Moon is a moon of awakening. It marks the time when the land’s vitality surges, waking the roots and calling forth the blossoms. Among the mountain cunning folk, this moon was a time for purification, love workings, and making peace—whether with the spirits of the land, one’s kin, or oneself.

Spring planting is well underway, and as new life takes hold in the soil, so too must balance be found within our own lives. This is a time to clear away lingering conflicts, mend broken ties, and ensure that what we nurture—whether in the garden or within ourselves—has strong and healthy roots.

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Astrology of the Full Pink Moon in Libra

Astrologically, the Full Moon in Libra shines its silver light on relationships, justice, and equilibrium. Libra, ruled by Venus, is the sign of harmony, beauty, and fairness. This moon illuminates where imbalance exists—whether in love, friendships, or within our own spirits. Libra calls us to restore right relationship, both in the mundane and the magical realms.

But under this moon, the scales are not just for weighing what is fair, but also for measuring truth. This is a time when hidden tensions rise to the surface, requiring clarity and decisive action. Full moons always bring revelations, and in Libra, they ask us to see the reflections in our relationships—what we give, what we take, and where we must realign for our own well-being.

With the sun in Aries opposing this moon, there is a tension between the self (Aries) and the other (Libra). Do we stand firm in our desires, or do we compromise for the sake of peace? Do we honor our own needs, or do we give too much? These are the questions this moon brings to our feet like offerings on the altar.

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5 Ideas for the Full Pink Moon in Libra

A Mirror Spell for Clarity in Relationships – Take a small hand mirror and cleanse it under moonlight. Speak to it as though you are speaking to your own reflection, asking the moon to show you what is hidden in your relationships. Use this moment to scry, journal, or simply reflect on what surfaces.

A Balance Rite with Land Spirits – Stand in a natural place, barefoot if possible. Hold two small stones in your hands—one representing what you give, the other what you receive. Whisper to them your intentions for balance and fairness, then place them back upon the land.

A Pink Moon Beauty & Attraction Ritual – As Libra is ruled by Venus, this is a powerful moon for beauty spells. Create an enchanted bath with rose petals, lavender, jasmine, and pink salt... or with whatever calls to you. As you bathe, visualize washing away self-doubt and stepping into your own power and charm.

Binding & Unbinding Work – Libra’s energy can be used both to forge bonds and to release them.

A Hearth & Home Blessing – The Pink Moon is a time of unity and peace. This full moon is a great time to invite harmony and loving energy into your home.

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2 Reflection Questions for the Full Pink Moon in Libra

Where in my life do I need to restore balance, and what steps can I take to realign with my true path?

In what ways do I give and receive in my relationships, and how can I ensure fairness in my exchanges?

As the Full Pink Moon rises over the mountains, casting her soft glow over the hollows and hills, may we find harmony in her light. Let her show us what must be restored, what must be released, and what must be cherished as we walk the Cunning Path.

[ladykailitha]

Share With Me One Love, One Lifetime Part 1

Here we go. The final story in the Boy with a Bat trilogy. It's certainly come a long way from when I first started writing for this fandom. Two years ago on this day, I put out Can Anybody See Me? because there was serious lack of season 2 AUs were Hellfire had taken Steve under their wing. And then it grew from one story into two with Never Hold Back Your Step... and I promised I would get Steddie all the way through season 4 to come out alive on the other side.

The goal is to get all the story out before season 5 premiers. So far of what I've written, we're about 2/3 of the way through season 4. We'll get to the end and then we'll have a short epilogue.

Thank you to everyone who cheered me on to complete this trilogy. But especially @bookworm0690, @kultiras, and @dreamercec.

The title like the previous two stories before it (here and here) comes from a musical. In this case, The Phantom of the Opera. RIP Eddie. You would have loved that musical.

In this we have our boys caught between a rock and hard place, Steve watches Lucas's game, and Eddie gets into some trouble.

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Steve was going to murder someone. He just hadn’t decided on who yet. Though at the moment it was starting to look like Lucas.

“And you’re sure you can’t move it to another night?” he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah,��� Eddie murmured. “Mike leaves for California in the morning and most of the other guys have plans too. Then once spring break comes back...”

“You can’t use the drama room because the play is starting up,” Steve finished for him. “Shit. And I can’t have it here. My mom somehow found out about the movie nights and threatened to have my dad kick me out if it happened again.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, nervously chewing on his lip. “And you know I’m gonna want to support Lucas.”

Eddie let out a long sigh. “Yeah I know. Dustin told me. I just wish Lucas had come to me instead of the flying monkeys you know?”

“Me too,” Steve said, closing his eyes. “He just got in with the boys on the basketball team and I’m worried he’s going to alienate himself from his friends if he continues to hang out with them.”

“I’m worried about that too,” Eddie huffed. “And my speech was aimed at Carver by the way. In the heat of the moment I had forgotten Lucas was on it. Got reminded afterwards though.”

Steve opened his eyes and let out answering sigh. The little bell above the door twinkled, heralding the arrival of customers. “Look, I’ve got to go, I have to actually work.”

“Booo,” Eddie hissed. “I’ve got that deal with Chrissy after the game, so I’ll be by after that, okay?”

“Okay, Eds,” Steve said. “Be safe.”

“Yup!”

Steve hung up the phone with another sigh. He straightened up and put on his best customer service smile. “Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you today?”

The rest of the day flew by in a flash and too soon he was picking up Brenda for the game. She had come into the store earlier and was talking about how she really wanted to go to the game because her brother was on the team but her parents didn’t want to go.

So Steve offered to take her. He was pretty sure she thought it was a date, but Steve kept trying to steer here away from that sort of talk. He’s not sure he succeeded.

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“It’d be funny if we won the championship game the year after you graduated,” Brenda said with a smile.

Oh hell no.

“I wasn’t on the team my senior year,” he said with a bitchy expression. “You would know that if you actually watched us play. I was out with a concussion.”

Brenda smirked. “You know what I mean. I just mean that you were King Steve, we didn’t win the championship once.”

“Yes,” Steve cocking his head forward, “but I’m the one that got us to the championship my junior year. I sunk that last shot with nothing but net that got us into the final game. The other team was better. You can still do everything right and have the other team just be better.”

Then it looked they were going to lose, so they let Lucas play. After all what was the harm of letting him play for the last minute of the game.

And then a miracle happened.

Lucas was at the three-point line and he let go of the ball just as the buzzer went off. Steve rose to his feet as the shot sailed into the air and hit the basket dead on.

Lucas had won the championship game for the Tigers.

Steve was jumping up and down and just screaming. “Yes! Yes! Yes!!!”

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After the players came back out from the locker rooms, Steve put his arm around Lucas.

“Looks like our hard work paid off,” he said with a teasing grin.

Lucas rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Thank you, Steve.”

Steve gave him a tight one-armed hug and then whispered in his ear, “If you feel uncomfortable for any reason, just give me a call and I’ll be there in a heartbeat. And don’t let anyone pressure you into something you don’t want to, okay?”

Lucas nodded and then hurried to catch up to Jason and his friends.

Steve shook his head and turned to Brenda. “Hey do you need me to take you home?”

She shook her head. “My brother is going to drop me off before heading the celebration.”

“You got it,” Steve said with a thumbs up. He stopped for a moment. “Which one did you say was your brother again?”

“I didn’t,” Brenda sneered. It’s Andy Snyder, number forty-three.”

Dread pooled in Steve stomach. Andy was the new Tommy H. A bully and a brute, on and off the court.

“He played good tonight,” he said with a fake smile smile firmly in place.

Her returning smile was even less sincere and she walked away. Steve put his hands on his hips and looked up, pressing him lips together.

He was now certain she thought they were on a date, but with Steve paying more attention to Robin then her and rooting for Lucas without even asking who her brother was... yeah. According to her the date was a failure, according to Steve, he dodged that fucking bullet.

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Steve had barely kicked off his shoes when the walkie talkie he kept next to the door crackled to life.

“Code Red!” Eddie hissed. “I have a fucking Code Red! Is anyone there? Please god, please!”

Steve was on the line faster then from one breath to the next. “Eddie, this is Steve. Repeat, this is Steve. What’s your status?”

“Chrissy is dead, man,” Eddie whined. “She–she rose up into the air, like a puppet on a string and oh god!”

“Shit, shit, shit!” he cursed. “You’ve got to get out of there, now! Stash the van and run for Rick’s. After the game there are going to be too many eyes on my place. You keep your head down, you hear?”

“Yeah,” Eddie breathed. “Yeah. Oh god, it was so bad, Stevie. Why her? She was so nice to me. Why her?”

“We’ll find out,” Steve breathed. “I just don’t know who would be around right now. Everyone is out scattered because of the game, Nancy and Mike are getting ready to take him to the airport for him to fly out to California and everyone is out celebrating the win.”

“What about Dustin?” Eddie murmured. He hated bringing a kid into this, but if that was who they had...”

“I don’t know where he is,” Steve said chewing on his thumb nail. He should have picked up before he did.

“Shit!”

Steve let out a shuddering breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ve got work tomorrow, but as soon as I can, I’ll bring you clothes and food enough for you hide out there, okay?”

He had a lot of Eddie’s clothes over at his place, it wouldn’t be hard for him to pack a bag.

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie sighed. “You’ve got a handle on this. Just don’t forget about me, okay?”

“I’d never.”

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“Hey,” Robin said after Steve pretty much blew up at a customer for not know if her boyfriend liked scary movies or not. “Are you okay?”

Steve grimaced. He had tried to get people on the walkies this morning but he couldn’t get anyone on the line and he didn’t have a chance to talk to Robin, because she had been running full steam about Vickie all morning.

But before he could even open his mouth to answer Dustin came storming in, with Max hot on his heels. “Turn on the news now!”

Robin turned over to the news and sure enough the breaking news was of a girl being murdered at the Forest Hills Trailer Park and the investigation was ongoing.

“That’s Eddie’s trailer!” Dustin cried.

“I saw Chrissy go into his trailer last night,” Max admitted, “and then he came running out screaming.”

“Why you didn’t get anyone on the walkies?” Steve growled. “That would have been great to know last night!”

“My mom sold them for more booze,” she snapped back.

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily.

“We need to find him!” Dustin insisted. “He’s innocent! There is no way he did this! He couldn’t have!”

“Whoa!” Steve said sternly. “You think I don’t know that? I’m the one who introduced him to you do you forget!”

Dustin blinked at him for a moment and then nodded. “Sorry Steve, I freaked out when I found that my walkie talkie had been accidentally been turned to the wrong channel, but I couldn’t get him on it this morning and I was really worried.”

“Okay...” Robin said, raising an eyebrow, “and why are you here, specifically?”

“Oh, I was going to hack your system to find out where Eddie might have gone aground?” Dustin said with a grimace.

Steve buried his head in his hands. “Oh I am so getting fired.”

Max scoffed. “As if your peon bosses would be able to tell Dustin even touched it.”

Steve put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes skyward. “No, that’s not why I’m getting fired.”

Everyone else looked at each other in confusion.

“Then why are you getting fired?” Dustin asked with one raised eyebrow.

“I’m guessing you’re going to want to hasten to Eddie’s rescue, yes?” he asked licking his bottom lip slowly.

Dustin rolled his eyes again. “Yes!”

“And how would you get there?” Steve pressed. “You bikes? Because that won’t draw attention to where Eddie might be hiding.”

“Well, no,” Max said, “we’d make you take us.”

“Which means I would be abandoning the job to go look for Eddie if we left now, yes?”

Dustin and Max eyes went wide and then they said together, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Steve huffed, shaking his head. “You either wait until two when I’m off or I’m going to get fired.”

“Two, you said?” Max said with a wince.

“Mhmm.”

“That’s not too bad,” Dustin hedged. “After all it might take me that long to crack the system and find Eddie.”

He went to go leap over the counter when Steve grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

“Oh hell no,” Steve snapped. “One I just sorted those tapes and I’m not doing it again, and two you don’t need to hack shit, because I know where he is without all the techno bullshit.”

“Techno is a genre a music,” Max supplied unhelpfully.

“And it’s not bullshit if it helps us find him!” Dustin growled.

“Did you even listen to the rest of Steve said?” Robin asked, knocking his hat off his head. “He knows where Eddie is.”

Dustin blinked at Steve for a moment. “How would you know that?”

Steve rolled his head and tilted his head back. “Because I was on the actual fucking walkie talkies you make us carry around everywhere we go and Eddie radioed the party last night. AND I was the only one who answered!”

Dustin and Max blinked at Steve’s outburst, shocked that he would yell at them. But with Eddie missing and a girl dead, it was forgivable.

“So where is he,” Dustin groused, picking up his hat and slamming it down on his head, “if you’re so smart?”

“Reefer Rick’s boathouse on Lover’s Lake?” Steve suggested with a half shrug.

Max folded her arms and glared at Steve. “And how would you know where that is?”

Steve threw his arms in the air with a huff of frustration. “We’d go there sometimes when my dad was being an ass, okay?” He looked down at his shoes and scuffed his shoe on the carpet. “It was a place no knew but us. Sometimes Rick would be there and we’d watch TV sometimes.”

Dustin looked at him disbelieving. “Yeah, sure...that’s all you did.”

“I hate to break it to you kid,” Steve said dryly, “but drug lords actually prefer that their dealers aren’t doing the drugs they’re selling. It’s bad for business.”

“Oh.”

~

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[kedreeva]

which do you prefer: cows or frogs?

neither, they are both good.

Cows are highly pettable and you can put your weight into it and some of them you can ride around like hoses and also they make the milk we use to make cheese. They are spotty colored and will scratch themselves on giant brushes if you give them access. They frolic in the sun and grass, unrestrained despite their size.

Frogs are Shaped and slippery and they make pleasant noises. The thaw of the peepers' blood heralds the spring every year, bringing hope back with them. Frogs have little webbed feet and swallow by pressing their eyeballs in and some of them are so handsome we cannot help believe they were once princes.

I love them both, and love is boundless, anon.

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO MISCELLANEOUS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🍃 ZEPHYROS: GOD OF THE WEST WINDS, PERSONIFICATION OF THE GENTLE WEST WIND AND SPRING. 🌷

A/n: Another Popular minor god let's go! Zephryos or Zephryus will always pop up like a random but welcome breeze, so it was only fitting to do a demigod imagine on him. Also either I'm not looking in the right direction or I see a lack of Zephryus demigods. No idea if he would make a good godly dadza. Now to see if anyone picks up the references I've put in from another fandom. MISCELLANEOUS DEMIGOD H/CS MASTERLIST LINK: [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

If you’ve ever heard of “Spring is in the air”, there is no better term used for Zephyros because that essentially sums up his entire existence. This also applies to you every time you make an appearance. Whether you bring love in the air or smell like flowery perfume (the good kind that brings you ease and happiness), it ranges a bit.

When you get claimed, you can hear the singing of swans as the wind blew gently from the west, carrying the smell of Spring almost like a herald…even if it’s not even Spring anymore. Unironically, your claim in Camp Halfblood takes place at Zephyros Creek…the creek that is literally named after him that runs through the entire forest.

As one of the more popular, minor gods, your presence as a demigod and your powers are also notable…which isn’t as much of a problem if it wasn’t much of a learning curve. Unlike where it’s pretty simple for the major gods where it makes relative sense of their domains and concepts, for Zephyros it’s less on the nose and requires some actual studying; from the winds, horses, spring, love, and etc.

As a child of Zephyros, you obviously have the power of the winds at your command. However, he is also technically a god of springtime, you also have the power to grow and manipulate plants, though not as much as the child of Demeter. Makes sense if you think of the wind carrying the pollen, helping the growth of flowers and the Spring wind heralds the changing of the seasons from Winter. If you’re at Camp between the seasons of Winter and Spring, you’ll find yourself in the company of the children of Demeter. A welcome change from growing decorative gourd to strawberries.

What no one tells you at first, despite being a god of the winds, you expect to have some connection to birds like the Swans from earlier, you learn you also have a connection with horses; as Zephyros has turn into a horse and had pulled Zeus’ chariot with his brothers against Typhon. So Pegasus flying is almost like second nature to you but slightly left field. Good thing you have the children of Poseidon because you two can gossip and complain with the pegasus…though why is that you feel a certain draw to certain pegasus…?

You also find yourself being drawn to and from the children of Iris; where you learn that Iris told them to make you feel welcome and extends you an invitation to drop by her Organic shop anytime, the children of Apollo surprisingly; once everyone got over the fact about their parents’ thing over Hyacinth, they welcomed you greatly and especially appreciated you spirit over any injured patients over or simply growing some well-need plants at that moment. Plus, every so often, you all get together to have a small music break and not surprisingly, you find yourself gifted at wind instruments.

You also meet Lester or a.k.a. Apollo as well around this time. He welcomes you as much as he can and while you appreciated the gesture, you knew he carried guilt and awkwardness towards you, forcing himself to show you that he had no qualms and in extension, show Zephyros that he regretted blaming your godly father for Hyacinth's death and to show he wouldn’t be petty and harm his own kid; even if he knew that received help during his own powerless moment. Luckily for you and him, Zephryos written a letter for Apollo that you gave to him, explicitly stating that Zephyros that was sorry as well and forgave Apollo long ago. You find yourself having another father figure in your life through Apollo, who constantly invites you to his and his children’s activities.

You find yourself being in the company of the children of Aphrodite. Zephryos famously has a connection being in the service of Eros, bringing Spring (i.e. romance) in the air, but there’s also his and Iris’ son; Pothos, the God of Sexual Longing, Yearning, and Desire, who is also an attendant of Aphrodite. So whether or not you have a particular interest in romance or whatever, the children of Aphrodite are more likely to share their secrets and gossip with you and even help you from time to time. Or you’re going to be the one spreading those juicy gossip and spilling the tea to the people of the Aphrodite cabin (and those who feel so inclined) about So and So being seen together while holding hands.

You quickly figure out that Zephyros is rather well-known around Camp, outside of his presence in Greek Mythos, as you find out that from Annabeth, like her, a lot of them were brought to their mortal parents from their godly parents by Zephyros. Somewhere down the line, you find yourself able to find out whose unclaimed demigods’ parentage is because Zephyros touch lingers on them, leaving you in a dilemma if you’re allowed to say it.

In terms of physical attributes inherited from your father, this is what’s going to be a nightmare for you. At first you thought you might inherit wings because Zephyros is often depicted with wings, but if your claiming doesn’t trigger it, then you might not have wings at all. Though this is not a problem with flying as you can manipulate the wind to help you fly. No, what’s a nightmare is that Chiron sat you down and told you that you might be able to turn into a horse because Zephyros has been known to turn into a horse, so you may be able to turn into that…but what really threw you in a loop is that you may possess the characteristics of a tiger because he’s also the sire of Tigers. So Tiger, Horses, and Birds oh my! good luck with that!

On the other hand, you’re going to have an animal companion; whether its a tiger, horse, or birds; though usually swans but not limited to it. Afterall, pegasus are considered horses too; so there’s that. For all you could know, you may have crows as your companion(s); though they’re a rather chatty bunch so you are probably going to call them as Chat. Or Bryan- for that one crow that can speak rather human like. 

Everyone stared at you with open gaped mouths as the claim of Zephryos floated above your head. The swans were singing and flapping their wings in Zephyros creek. The wind gently blew from the West as if Zephyros was gently running his hand over your hair, giving you a light kiss on the forehead. There was a waft of floral scent also coming from the West, and it smelled familiar to you. 

Everyone was staring at you with a range of awe, surprise, and absolute recognition. The weight of the stares was starting to make you awkwardly hot and uncomfortable. Silence gradually filled in when the swan singing started to fade off into the distance, only the wind swaying of the trees with the sound of the water running through the creek. It was then you remembered that you had the flag in hand, the fabric flapping in the wind earlier like some epic painting when you reached the goal. It was a whirlwind of events when you felt yourself flying, your feet carrying you like you were absolutely nothing. At first you thought you were definitely a child of Hermes, with your feet running like you had wings on your feet but then when you were getting pincered from all sides. You were cut off by the enemy side and the only exit was a cliff and the next thing you knew you jumped off the cliff in a run, and as you fell, panic hit you as you realized you couldn’t land safely and the creek wasn’t that deep to sustain your fall. 

It was at that moment the wind blew from the West and swirled around you, carrying off into safety into the waters. You botched the landing and did a couple stumble but you took that then going SPLAT.

You wondered if you should say anything when people weren’t really moving, whispering amongst themselves, until you heard a whistle that came off rather musically impressed and then a clap of rhythm. Your eyes turned to the source to see a boy with brown hair and eyes but when the sunlight filtered through the gap of the branches, you swore you saw blue instead. 

“Well, certainly Zephyros knows how to make an entrance, not that I wouldn’t do either of course” said the boy and you heard that one child of Demeter with a temper scoff. “I think we can say Capture the Flag is over right Chiron?”

The centaur shook out of his stupor and cleared his throat, regaining his composure. “Yes, that would seem to be the case” he said before he turned to the other campers to say that Capture the Flag was now over and your team cheered in victory. 

You were rushed over by your teammates for securing the win and congrats on being claimed. You thanked profusely, still not sure who claimed you until you saw the boy from earlier, that your brain hazily remembered as some from the Apollo cabin. 

“Well I never expected to see a child of Zephryos to appear, much less when I’m at camp. I guess there’s no real bad blood anymore if he’s open to claiming his kid in front of me.”

“Uh, wait Zephryos? He’s my dad? But isn’t he the god of the West wind-”

“Yes, Zephryos, God of the West Wind as well as the personification of it and a god of Spring you can say” he said, before gently gesturing you out of the water and that’s when you realize your shoes and socks were absolutely soaked and very uncomfortable as they squished with every movement. 

“I don’t think he would have a demigod” you admitted. 

“Well, Zephryos and I were both interested in a lovely human man named Hycanith, though he got jealous that Hycanith accepted me as a lover. It’s a long story but it seems like he had moved on some time to have you” smiled the stranger. 

“Wait, I remember that story…but you? The story had Apollo-” you started to say but you cut off your words when it hit you. You turned to the stranger beside you and now you could feel it.  “Ah yes, it’s a rather long story but I’m in my mortal form. Here, I’m called Lester Papadopoulos but those who know, know me as Apollo.”

[cerseimikaelson]

Hiyah! I was wondering if you had headcanons about the Season Ministers, especially since Clarion interacts with them the most aside from Fairy Mary

Hi!

The three Ministers are called Hyacinth (Spring), Sunflower (Summer) and Redleaf (Autumn) and these aren't actually their original names, aka the ones they had on their Arrival Day. They took up new ones when their talent was revealed. All Ministers do this. It's a tradition that started during the reign of Queen Thessaria, for unknown reasons. Clarion was seriously against it, telling them time and time again that they didn't have to, but they chose to follow tradition in the end.

Redleaf is the oldest, and he actually succeeded Rowan. He was worried for a really long time that Clarion would hate him for it, because his Arrival heralded the end of her friend's life. It was how he learned about Clarion's own guilt regarding Elvina's death, even though he doesn't know the full story.

Sunflower has very long, very thick red hair and she absolutely hates it. She actually tried to change it with magic, but the spell rebounded and she grew antlers instead (that was a fun evening, but the healing talents swore on the stars not to tell a soul). "Honestly, what Sunflower has red petals? It just doesn't sound right."

Hyacinth has four tortoises as emotional support animals to help with his anxiety.

Redleaf and Clarion kissed exactly once. It was the eve of a Revelry and they were both so exhausted, staying up late and poring over plans. Clarion did kiss him back, having given up on any hope she'd get Milori back after all these centuries, but then pulled back and told him this wasn't something she was willing to try out. Redleaf took it well enough, and he agreed it wasn't appropriate, but there was no denying it put a damper on their friendship.

Despite being the Minister of Summer, Sunflower loves warm beverages, especially hot cocoa.

Thank you for the ask!

[vladbellylover]

The Herald of Spring

Leif had always wondered if kids were in the cards for him. He was always told he had a bright future, and he knew it, but he felt constantly overtaken by a maternal urge to love. He had always found it ironic, considering that when he and his ex-boyfriend tried to go all the way, he ended up crying because it was too big (in his defense it was) and made him pull out after two seconds.

He knew it most definitely wasn’t, but Leif took his mystical impregnation as a blessing. He knew he was going to take a gap year to travel, and he did. To another state, and a small rural town, and the diner he worked at to pay for his small apartment. Maybe next time he gets pregnant he’ll travel and take some nice pictures.

His vacation hadn’t been entirely unrestful, he had grown to like his routine. But rest was not in the cards for tonight. The second he closed his eyes he felt a cramp.

“No, not a cramp,” he told himself, “9 months ago a forest diety told me I was pregnant… this is a contraction.” It was the first one, so he tried to get some sleep, but patience didn’t work, the tea was unfruitful, and the load he busted was more effort than was worth it. At 1am, he got into his car and drove, but he didn’t go to the hospital. He went to the woods he knew better than his own mind. He wandered aimlessly into nature, the warm light of dawn highlighting his increasing pains.

The sun was full into the sky when Leif stumbled upon a spring he had never seen before. It was magnificent; the water was tropical blue, half of the small hole had a steep, sandy, drop off, the other half, lumps of mossy rocks. The distance was elm trees and fruit bushes, bugs and rodents alike bounding around, and fish darted about in the water. The sheer beauty of the place may have made Leif cry, if he hadn’t released a different fluid. It felt like he had just let himself piss after a week of not.

“No… wait no.” Leif stripped as his insides contracted more, pressing his hands above his shaft; a head, stretching his skin and attempting to break into his cock. He knew that they happened, but Leif knew much less about penile births. He lowered himself into the pool, gripping onto the rocks as the waterline rested atop his belly.

He listened to his body, waiting only a few moments before he felt his muscles tell him to push, and push he did. He felt the moss under his arms, the fish swimming around his thighs, the rabbits hopping and staring, and his dick struggling to let the head in. He gave it a rest, before straining again. The moss began climbing onto his skin, the fish nibbled at his dead skin, the rabbits gather in larger number, and with a gasp the head made its way in, leaving his dick lopsided and the shoulders stretching the entrance an impossible amount.

An hour later Leif gave the push that slid the feet into his shaft. Once enough of the baby had gone in that his cock was heavy enough to break off, a trout wriggled itself underneath so he could grip onto the rocks while he sweated and grunted. He expected worse, honestly, he was enjoying it. The pain was minimal, and everything seemed abnormal. Vines had wrapped around his legs, the source his hole, and flowers grew from his scalp. The rabbits had gathered in great numbers, joining them were groundhogs, beavers, mice, wolves, and even a bear. He decided to take a break, a small one, but still a break. His urges waxed and waned, and he finally bore down again.

The animals broke into a frenzy; the fish leapt out of the pool, the bear roared and clawed at the rocks, the various rodents hopped up onto the rocks, fighting for the highest place. As Leif felt his urethra opening, the vines shot up his torso, caressing his hips and swollen tits. He pushed for quite a while before the head began to slip out, at that point the the vines had began palpating his chest to relieve some of the pressure, and had slithered past his moss-covered forearms to grip his fingers.

Leif took five seconds to breath when the head came out, less really, before he pushed once more, unceasingly. His grunt turned into a yell as the animal’s frenzy reached a peak, then gradually stopped as they surrounded him. Shortly after, Leif stopped. He reached down to grab him baby out of the water, the bear effortlessly slicing the cord. It cried for only a few moments before it calmed, feeling Leif’s skin.

“Well done, you have earned the earths blessings.” The twisted, mother tree returned in front of him once more.

“I… I don’t think I realized until now that I have a baby. I’m so tired.” The afterbirth slipped out of Leif as his eyes grew heavy.

“I’m sure. Get some rest, you are safe here.” And rest he did, almost immediately. He didn’t know what time it was when he woke up, but he knew he wasn’t where he had been, and he wasn’t with his baby. He sat up to see the boulders from the field of his woods growing up. He was alone, he was done, and he felt empty.

[teacookieezz]

[Unforgiving Change]

Pairing: Burning Spice Cookie x Cinnamon Swirl Cookie(Self Insert)

Premise: Late at night, where all is still in the Land of Spice, Burning Spice Cookie reminisces on a moment shared with his past love. A love that he will never forget and shall honor with his life.

Warnings: Romance, fluff to angst(if that exists?), very small mention of death but they aren't actually dead, mention of violence but that's just burning spice as usual.

A/N: First post here!!! Waow!!! This draft has been sitting in my google docs for almost a month mostly cause I was drawing something alongside to post it. And now they're both done!! And heads up, my self insert uses shey/heyr pronouns, in case anyone gets confused reading the pronouns.

Likes and comments are appreciated!

“Burning Spice Cookie, this feels ridiculous, you know that?”

“Oh come now. Don’t be like that, trust me, will you? Keep your eyes closed and let me lead you, my flower. I know you’ll love this!” 

The pair of cookies walked carefully through the hall, jalapeño braziers illuminating the crimson, stone walls of the temple. Threads of flowers hung from the ceiling and decorated the walls beautifully, framing the many historical murals that had been carved and painted over the years, all praising the great Herald of Change.

As the taller, muscular cookie walked behind the smaller one, he kept his hands firmly planted on heyr shoulders, careful to lead heyr without getting in heyr way. And the smaller cookie, Cinnamon Swirl, kept heyr hands over heyr eyes. As he had told heyr to do so with the promise of ‘showing heyr a surprise’. 

He seemed rather excited, more so than usual. Truth be told, over the years he seemed almost uninterested in what the kingdoms had to offer, as well as his subjects. His excitement of witnessing a seedling blossom and thrive ready to grow into a new civilization, the kindness he showed to those who prayed before him, and his enthusiasm seemed to dwindle as time ever so slowly passed. Perhaps a sign of something to come, but shey wasn’t sure what…

So when shey saw how eager he was to show heyr something new, how could shey say no to him? Perhaps it was another oasis spring the civilians had made, or a grand statue dedicated to him in a town square. Though whatever it may be, it would’ve been more enjoyable if he didn’t drag heyr out during the dark of the night. And the longer they shuffled together, the more heyr annoyance grew. Especially when shey had tripped over a cracked tile, heyr yelp echoing through the hall followed by the bark of his laughter. Thank the witches he was quick to catch heyr. 

“Alright, you may look now.”

He took a moment to shift and turn heyr body, Cinnamon Swirl murmuring in confusion, before bringing his hands up to heyr own. Gently pulling them down, shey blinked several times, adjusting to the darkness. As the flames flickered and cast their light upon the wall, shey could see it so clearly now.

A mural, like many others that decorated the temple walls, grand and tall. But one look at this special mural was enough for heyr to gasp. Compared to the many walls of art of the Herald of Change, this one was of him and his lover, Cinnamon Swirl Cookie. Shown in a loving embrace and their foreheads touching as they smiled to each other. Floral patterns and the telltale symbol of his souljam decorated the edges and frame, a unique finishing touch to this new addition to his temple walls. And a worthy depiction of their undying love. 

Shey was left speechless. Eyes wide, staring up at the gorgeous art, shey found heyrself moving closer to the wall. A slight hesitancy in the way shey reached heyr hand up to the painted wall, as if the smallest touch could crack and crumble it to the ground. “It’s…” 

“It’s us,” Burning Spice Cookie spoke softly, grin wide and proud, “It is about time you truly became a part of history, our history. And this is just the start. All will see just how much we mean to each other,” His breath stirred in Cinnamon Swirl’s hair as he leaned downwards, hands gentle as they caressed heyr skin. “How much you mean to me.” This softness of his was a treat for only heyr. His whispers of adoration, the surprising gentleness in each touch, only shey deserved this.

Green eyes shimmering in the fire’s light with welled up tears, shey turned swiftly to face him. “Oh, Burning Spice…” Voice barely above a whisper. Molten eyes softening only for heyr, his golden teeth glistened in the dark as shey held his hands. “It’s absolutely beautiful. I have no idea what I have done to deserve something like this, or you… I… I don’t even know how to thank you…” 

He did not answer, instead wrapping heyr in his large arms and pulling heyr upwards, closer against him. Lips enveloping over heyrs in a heated kiss, he will prove that shey deserves this. Rightfully deserves to be by his side for as long as they both live. While civilizations will crumble and kingdoms rise and fall, they will remain eternal. 

They will live forever in each other’s arms, and all will bear witness as he proves that as many times as he has to. Both to their subjects and to heyr.

Even in the dead of night, the temple of the Great Destroyer stood tall in the dark. An omen of doom that stalked upon the cliff tops and loomed amongst the dry, spicy winds. It was at this time that the smoldering heat in the air would die down enough for the residents of the temple to retreat for the night, preparing for a new day of wreaking destruction and keeping their master entertained. But even at night, he could not find it in himself to relax. 

Heavy footsteps echoed through the dark hall as he walked, fists clenched in a restless yearning to break something, anything. The fires of the braziers cast his shadow over the piles of debris and rubble he had made a mess of long ago, walking past as if meaningless to him. If one were to look close enough, it seemed there had been something carved and painted on the rocks. Something he dared not let others see, not even himself. 

And now, alone with his thoughts, Burning Spice Cookie paused in front of a cloth covered wall. Cream colored flower threads peeked out from behind the long cloth, out of place amongst the harsh environment of the land of spice. His rough glare softening just slightly, he reluctantly reached out towards the cover. 

Just behind it was one of the few pieces of his past he left untouched. One he dared not destroy and for his eyes only to gaze upon. The mural of his long lost fiancée, his beloved flower. When he had destroyed all evidence of his past, eyes blazing with fury and a lust for violence, he stopped himself just as he was about to blast this one wall. The sight of Cinnamon Swirl Cookie, heyr smile peaceful and happy, was enough to make him pause. Enough to make him leave all evidence of heyr untouched

He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he was cast into that wretched prison, hidden deep in the faerie kingdom inside of the silver tree, and since he had last seen his lover. He was sure he could escape easily, him and his fellow Beasts, arrogant in his abilities. Though as time passed the memories he shared with heyr had grown hazy, heyr voice and face now only a blur. Though he’ll never forget the look of anguish upon heyr face as he was pulled away, reaching out desperately for him, the silver bars closing the distance between the two. 

He never knew what had become of his beloved. While shey had the burden of immortality, much like him, shey was able to be crumbled like any other cookie. Shey wasn’t weak of course, but the very thought had his fists clenched tight. Perhaps that’s what the witches had done, hearing heyr muffled screams just past the chains and bars of his prison. Knowing how close Cinnamon Swirl Cookie was to the Beast, they must’ve destroyed heyr. 

He dared not let himself forget heyr if that were the case. He couldn’t bear to lose the memory of the one thing that could live forever, just like him. His love— no, his everything. And he couldn’t bear to destroy the remaining piece of heyr in this very temple. 

Grabbing the cloth cover, he yanked it downwards and onto the floor, dusting billowing up into the air and leaving a bitter scent. The old mural of them both remained intact, their love everlasting evident on this very wall. As the years passed, the paint grew faded and dusty, and the stone cracked with old age. Yet its beauty will remain.

Though a symbol of his past and one he wished he could cast away, he can’t bring himself to. He can’t let himself forget what his queen looks like. Heyr long, swirling brown frosting locks and the green of heyr eyes. The way shey would gaze upon him with such kindness and admiration that leaves his dough aching and longing. 

Reverence in his gaze, he brings his hand up to the stone, pressing at it in hopes he could reach through the art and pull heyr back into his arms. The former Herald of Change, a beast of utter destruction, kneeling before the art of his lover. Right now, it doesn’t matter what any cookie or even the other Beasts would think or how weak he appeared to be. 

He is the one who worships in this moment, longs for his lover again. Yearns for the past moments he shared with heyr, and hatred towards himself for taking heyr presence for granted before he had been torn away and locked for years. 

Despite the happiness in the mural’s expressions, anger boiled deep in his gut and jam. As quick as his need for violence vanished, it was quick to boil back to the surface. Stepping back onto his feet and flinching back from the wall, holding himself back from punching his fist through the stone, he stormed away through the hall. 

Through the night, the booms and roars of his tantrum quaked the temple. Servants and wild spices having been woken up, muttering and whimpering, praying to be spared from his wrath. Rocks and temple ruins crushed to dust and left to be forgotten in the desert, it would never be enough to satisfy him. Nothing will. Not when images of Cinnamon Swirl Cookie flashed in his mind, only fueling his rage, wishing he could forget heyr and move on already. Knowing shey was long gone, like everything else. 

Because alas, it is as the Tide of Change decreed. Swallowing his past and who he had been whole, and leaving him hungry and reckless for vengeance in the aftermath. 

[thatacotargirl]

Flower of the Dawn Court

Please enjoy this little oneshot 🌼🌸

Summary: It is Thesan's wedding day and all of Prythian seems to have been invited. His daughter's, y/n and Dalia, have played wedding planners ahead of their father's big day; but nothing ever goes to plan when the 7 High Lords come together.

This oneshot is set at the beginning of A Court of Mist and Fury.

Reader's POV

It was a beautiful, warm morning in Dawn Court. The sun had slowly started to rise over the horizon, the birds were singing their love songs quietly, the tune carried by the breeze. You were stood on the balcony of your bedroom, a coffee in hand, enjoying the peacefulness of nature before the day fully erupted.

Today was your father's wedding day. After his experiences under the mountain, he hadn't waited a single second before letting the Captain know his true feelings and the pair agreed to marry as soon as feasibly possible. The wedding was the first to take place since Amarantha was slain and it felt like all of Prythian had been invited to Dawn, including the remaining 6 High Lords.

A door opens to my left and I turn to see Dalia, my sister, appear with a steaming cup of coffee to join me. Dalia and I were adopted by Thesan as babies when we were left on his doorstep. Dalia arrived a few months before I did, but Thesan treated us like we were his own flesh and blood; raising us in Dawn amongst the greats. Rumour had it that Dalia was even next in line to inherit the title of High Lady of Dawn, despite not being a blood relation. I grin at my sister as she reaches out an arm to embrace me.

"I can't believe the day is finally here", she says, pulling me closer into her side.

"He deserves this, every bit of happiness the world can offer him and more". Dalia nods her head in agreement as we gaze out over the gardens, watching the staff begin to set up the arch and the seats for the ceremony.

Turning the my wardrobe, I pull out the dress that was custom made for today. A beautiful shade of deep crimson with golds heels and jewellery to match. Dalia was to wear similar, only hers was a deep shade of blood orange. We looked magnificent.

"Time to get ready", I grin to my sister, as she rushes forward to pull her dress from the hanger.

Several hours later and both Dalia and I were dressed and ready, our hair and make-up perfect. We watched with tears in our eyes as Thesan and the Captain shared their first moment of seeing each other dressed for their wedding, and took more photos than there were stars in the sky as our newfound family of 4. We could hear the hustle and bustle of guests arriving and taking their seats, and soon the bell called to let us know it was time for the ceremony to begin.

"I love you girls with all my heart", my father said, pulling Dalia and I in for a hug. When we finally let him go, he walked to the entranceway and began his walk up the aisle.

Dalia and I were next. Our heritage remained unknown, with neither of us caring too much to know more about the family that had abandoned us, but it was clear from which court's we heralded. Dalia was without a doubt a descendant of the Day Court, her power to wield sunbeams could rival even the most talented magic in her native lands. I, however, was born of Spring; and beheld the power to command flowers. Dalia used to tease me that I had the 'flower power' when we were children, especially when our father was teaching us how to manage our powers and I accidentally caused flowers to bloom from every wall, floor, and ceiling of the Dawn Court palace. One time I even bloomed a flower from the top of my head and couldn't quite grasp my magic enough to make it vanish - leaving me with a real-life flower crown for several days. Thankfully, Dalia and I had mastered our powers eventually, and could put them to good use today.

Arms linked, we walked down the aisle, smiling around to our many guests. Dalia commanded the sunlight to shine down and spotlight our father, with wisps of sunbeams dancing around the garden to the tune of the choir. With soft gestures of my arms, I yielded flowers from my fingertips, allowing them to fall from the sky amongst the seats and along the aisle. As we rounded off to the alter, kissing our father's cheeks as we went, we watched as the Captain appeared at the entrance of the walkway.

The ceremony was nothing short of jaw-droppingly beautiful, and the crowd roared with delight as our father and the Captain were pronounced married. The 4 of us embraced at the altar and we walked hand in hand back down the aisle towards the evening celebrations.

On arrival at the reception, with a glass of champagne in hand, Dalia and I made our way around the guests to welcome them to Dawn. The High Lords had all agreed to attend and many were staying in rooms at the palace tonight, allowing them to indulge in the festivities to their heart's content. Only Kallias of Winter and Beron of Autumn were leaving tonight; Kallias to return home with his heavily pregnant wife, and Beron because - well - he's Beron.

A brief disagreement caught our attention as we turned in the direction of the Night Court table. Rhysand and his Inner Circle were all present for the wedding, as was Rhysand's plus one - Feyre Cursebreaker. It was made public soon after what happened under the mountain that Rhysand and Feyre had made a bargain that she stay at the Night Court for a week per month, and it looked like Rhysand had decided to take that week now, stealing Feyre as his guest to the wedding so that Tamlin wasn't able to. Dalia chuckled, clearly enjoying the drama of it all. Honestly, Prythian was slowly turning into a real-life drama production these days.

We approached their table to greet them, bowing to Rhysand and offering our hand to the Inner Circle members.

"Thank you for attending the wedding, High Lord", Dalia offered, her head still bowed as she addressed Rhysand.

"It was our pleasure, Dalia, thank you for inviting us. The ceremony was wonderful", he replied.

As you made your way around the table, greeting each member, you reached out a hand to greet Feyre. Although she sat with a frown on her face, her body caved inwards and away from Rhysand, she offered out her hand to shake yours.

"Thank you for coming, Feyre", you offered gently. You felt her hand untense in yours as you addressed her personally, and she relaxed her posture slightly.

"It was a beautiful day. Your's and your sister's powers are really something else, I know my sister Elain would love to be able to create flowers at her whim".

You smile as you withdraw your hand and Feyre looks up to meet your eyes. You see her's widen and she quietly gasps. Not quietly enough, however, to evade the notice of everyone sat at the table, who turn to look at you with confusion.

"Is everything ok, Feyre?" you ask with concern, taking a step backwards in case you startled her.

"I'd know those eyes anywhere".

You look at her your face laced with confusion, as you turn to look at Dalia for assistance. She offers you a shrug as you both turn to Rhysand, hoping for an explanation. He, too, however, looks completely at a loss.

"Feyre?", he asks, reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder. The entire table is silent, waiting for Feyre to respond, but her eyes remain frozen on yours.

"Feyre?", you try, crouching down to be in front of her seat.

"I'd know those eyes anywhere", she repeats. "I fell in love with them".

The entire table exchanges confused glances, now becoming concerned that Feyre is speaking in tongues and not making any sense. You stand and turn to Rhysand, about to offer to get Thesan in case Feyre needed a healer, when Amren, Rhysand's second in command, also gasps.

"By the Cauldron", is all she could get out, looking past your shoulder to the crowd behind you.

You turn, trying to find the source of Amren's shock, only to lock eyes with a pair of matching emerald ones that were staring back at you, widened in surprise. Eyes that mirrored yours in every way. Eyes that could belong to no one other than your biological father.

The High Lord of Spring.