#leafbed

[parakavka]

癒しの動物 on X: "実家の犬元気？と母にラインしたら送られてきた写真 https://t.co/GRaOeCwaLR" / X

[moonstruckme]

fae!Sirius asks for your name and you give it to him immediately because he's just so pretty wtf and he feels too bad to steal it from you because you're looking at him like he's a god and sure, it's not uncommon for his 'victims' to think he's beautiful but something about *you* just makes his little fae heart race-

I'm so normal about him I promise <3

Babe you have no idea how this has sat in my brain since you sent it all those months ago. I am not normal about him. Thank you! <3

fae!Sirius x whimsical!reader ♡ 804 words

Sometimes, when you leave your gifts in the forest, you’ll think you hear movement behind you. A soft crunch of the leafbed, or a rustling in the trees overhead. You’ll catch the rich scent of soil after a storm, though it hasn’t rained for days and the sky is blue and cloudless. Sirius will watch as your head lifts, noticing these things, but then you’ll simply carry on with what you’re doing, stand up, and go home. 

One day, you stand up to go home and find him waiting for you. 

“Hello, lovely,” he says, watching in amusement as your human face stills with awe. Your lips part. 

You know instantly what he is. No human carries themselves like the fae do, like Sirius could melt into the foliage at whim and you’d never find a trace of him. None of your kind have features quite so fine, or hair so dark it eats the sun. Or eyes like his, ever changing, shifting colors like a fish’s scales. No, you recognize him with one look. 

To your credit, you recover quickly. “Hello,” you say back. 

Sirius smiles with his too-white teeth. “What have you brought me this time?” 

You look behind you, to the tree hollow where you leave your gifts, as though you’ve already forgotten. “Oh. It’s a new cheese I found. Sea salt and honey.” 

Sirius cocks his head, intrigued. “I’ve not had that before.” 

“I thought you might not have.” Your initial surprise is wearing off, giving way to a sweet airiness. Your smile is soft as fresh snow. “I try to bring new things for you to try. I didn’t realize how small the portions would be, though; you’re bigger than I thought.” 

Sirius looks at you, making his eyes flash. He expects you to flinch, but you gasp softly, leaning in as if to see better. Strange. 

“You think that because I’m this size now, I must always be,” he says. 

“Aren’t you?” 

He tsks, teasing. “Best not to make presumptions.” 

Once again, curiosity rules your expression. Your eyes squint and your brows twitch towards each other, but before you can ask more questions Sirius goes on. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says, a simple truth. He wonders if you know he can’t lie. “If you’d let me repay your generosity, I’d like to give you a gift in return.” 

Again, your lips part, but you hesitate. Such pretty lips, Sirius thinks. So expressive. 

“That’s alright,” you say after a moment. “I don’t need anything. They were for you.” 

Sirius hides a smile. Clever thing, not to accept gifts from the fae. 

“If that’s what you want.” He asks, in a voice like spidersilk, “But what should I call the beautiful girl who’s left me so many gifts?” 

You smile and give him your name without reservation. Perhaps not so clever after all. 

Sirius says it back to you, rolling it around in his mouth. It leaves a sweet aftertaste on his tongue. You nod in clueless confirmation. 

“Can I ask yours?” 

“No,” says Sirius, “you may not.” 

You don’t appear offended. Your eyes are placid and trusting. Maybe it’s that look that makes him hesitate. Sirius knows what he’s meant to do now, what he’s done to others before you, but he finds himself tempted to wait. To see what you do next. 

“Well,” you say after a long silence, “I hope you like the cheese. If you want more, I can bring you some next time, but I should probably be getting home now.” 

“So soon?” Sirius asks. Though the breeze is cooling, and the sun’s dying rays tangle in your hair. 

You smile, almost apologetic. “Yeah, but—oh. Here, I forgot.” You reach into your bag, drawing out a long feather. It’s onyx black and shines like oil in the fading sunlight. “I found this at a friend’s house a few days ago, I meant to leave it with the cheese.” You look at him, shameless in your appraisal. “It sort of looks like your hair.” 

Sirius smiles, feeling the stretch of his lips with an odd sort of amusement. “It does,” he agrees. He lets you place the feather in his hand and feels the warmth of your fingertips on his skin with something like awe. A human has never been so bold as to touch him before. 

“I’ll visit soon,” you say, granting him one last, serene smile as you turn to go. “I hope you come out and say hello.” 

He thinks that he might. As you walk away, feet padding softly on grass and the shadows of trees falling over you like loving touches, he considers stealing the name you gave him so freely. 

But you’re lovely, and Sirius is a hedonist. He wants a taste of those lips given of your own free will. 

[shadowistrans]

Holly leafb :3

[foulserpent]

depiction of the eloweyn (elven) “wild god” arweny, who is considered the lord of the “hunt interrupted”, believed to lend strength to prey facing insurmountable odds against a hunter. this god’s original name was lost, considered to be an ancient “lord of spears” before being devoured and transformed. 

an old fable about arweny both saving and thwarting a hunter is told to those in the sykhilic cult (unusually devoted followers of the hunting/moon god sykhil) as a reminder of natures impartiality. putting it under the cut. 

A young hunter was on the long walk through the wilds. They were on their rite of passage, and as such were clad only in a light cloth and armed only with a knife. They walked, hunger gnawing in their belly, missing the city more and more with every step.

They were dreaming about the great feast that would be held upon their return, when they heard a sudden snap. They only had a moment to turn before a great beast seized them in its claws. A tyger had been stalking them, and now they were pinned to the earth under one massive paw!

Thinking fast, they called upon one of the wild gods of these parts. 

“Arweny! Rat-Who-Chokes-The-Snake! Please, lend me your strength!” They cried.

And there was a great rustling in the bush, a sliding, slithering sound, and a cackle of frightful laughter. And the hunter felt every muscle in their body seize with a great strength, and they wrenched themself out of the cat’s grasp.

The hunter scampered up a tree, and sat in its high boughs with their breast heaving. The cat paced below in agitation, but it did not climb, as the branches were far too lithe to support its great weight.

It stalked away, and the hunter cried out their thanks to the lord of the triumphant prey, and began to nurse their wounds.

Now the hunter, hunger gnawing deep in their gut, came upon a river. They rooted around its banks, looking for a frog or small snake, or a juicy river bug.

But a slight ripple on the water filled their gut with ice. Their instinct told them to be afraid, and in the fraction of a second, they whispered, “Arweny, lord of the hunt-interrupted, lend me your speed.”

And in that same moment, a colossal riverdrake sprang forth from the murk, faster than the hunter could have run. But their body was seized in a great quickness, and they leapt into the air, high above the drake’s head, and came down upon its jaws, forcing them shut with a snap!

As they sprang into a run away from the beast, they heard a wet slithering sound, and that same cackle of triumph. They silently thanked the lord of the biting quarry, as they ran far from the river and the confused beast.

But now, the hunter was near starved. The small insects and tough leaves they had found along the way did little to abate this hunger. They needed to make a kill, or they would surely starve.

And as if by divine will, they came across a river hog, its legs hopelessly tangled in a mass of vines. It squealed and strained to no avail, and collapsed onto its side. It now laid still, chest heaving and showing the terrified whites of its eyes. The hunter sighed in relief, and drew their blade.

And suddenly, the pig trembled, and burst away, ripping up and dragging all the vines with it! The hunter was frozen in shock. How was this possible? The pig was as good as dead!

And as if to answer that question, they heard that same slithering, the sound of something heavy dragging its long body over the dry leafbed. And they heard that same cackle, a laugh of triumph, as the prey fled and the hunter starved. 

[keoni-chan]

"You two better not be making another kid. -_-" LOL! But these good genes need to be passed on! Can I ask where the beautiful leafy bed they're on in this picture is from?

lol XD You’re not wrong, but there’s seriously no room for another kid in that apartment. I think I accidentally made this one even smaller than the last one :(

That’s MummySims LeafBed. The site is long gone, but Zerodark did some recolors over here that include the mesh ^_^

The recolor with the green leafs in the picture was one I did, but never shared. If you like it, you can grab it here. I included the mesh too. 

[moonshinenum]

This was quick doodle of my bettafish Alistair 

( I swear this has ton of sassy in his life and I notice he start attack leafbed and even saw him smack it) 

[kittoforos]

the opossum is the christ of animals. dying-&-rising god of the leafbed

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[lemonadesandlavender]

God owns the heaven but craves the earth.

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how the god is my god.

A leaf is falling from the canopy of the large banyan tree right besides the backyard of my childhood home onto the barren land and i run towards it to catch it in my palm before it falls and i lose it somewhere in the leafbed.

The god is examining each and every little step i take, he cares, about me, about the leaves and about every little micro organism trodding beneath the leaves.

The whiteness of the clouds and the eternity doesn't excite him as much as i do, he has given form to me and held my finger everytime i was about to fall off into a parallel world.

He has made me take all sorts of vows, and i have submitted, leaving no chance for him to be kind upon me even once.

I look into his eyes and all i see is the distant heaven and the proximal earth, the sand amuses him more than the sugar castles and breezeless sky.

He kneads a clay pot for him to keepsake every blessing i win and he keeps me looking onto the bull's eye.

He owns the heaven but craves for the earth, he craves for me. He is my guardian, my god.

[dartiri11]

Crispy Cracker News!

Hey Guys! Its your Cracker!

Great (not very great?) Update!

My A blue one and a green one is going to be remade! I think i will dealte the first two parts and start in another way! Here as a little trailer is one of my favourite part of the story! Enjoy! :)

Tiri woke up with a groan. Her head hurt from the uncomfortable landing. She was laying on fresh green grass. Much fresher and greener than every grass she ever knew. Tiri looked around and saw nothing. Just feathers. Wait, why feathers?!

It took a few moments until she realized that this feathers were her own ones hanging over her face. She put them away and could finally see. But she wasnt laying on grass, she was laying on a leaf!

"She's awake!" Someone called.

Tiri tried to turn around ignoring her headache. "W-What...? WAAAAA!" A pair of light purple eyes was staring at her.

"Youre eyes are amazing!" The owner of the glowing eyes said. It was a little boy. "I have never seen a Creaty with two different eyecoloures!"

"Where am i? What happened?! And did you say... Creaty?" Tiris heart stopped beating when she looked at the boy.

"Well ya dont know? Man! Sorry girl! You fell from the sky like a stone! One of the Guardian-Dragons catched in the air and crashed directly into my dads fruit-field. That looked sick! After we brought you into here, i had to help my dad getting that greedy little dragon out of the field. Hey are you even listening? Why are you staring at me like that?"

The boy had short, orange feathers and a light-green skin. Perfectly matching with his purple eyes. He was s bit smaller and younger than her and wore simple but elegant clothes.

"Youre....youre a Creaty...! A real Creaty!" Tiri must still have been dreaming.

"Yeah? I am? Did you fell onto your head?"

"Am i dreaming? Am i dead? Yeah! That portal killed me-"

Slap

Her words got cut of by a hand hitting her face.

"WHAT THE...?!"

"Nope, youre awake!" The boy smiled and slaped her a second time.

"OUCH! Why did you hit my twice?!"

"'Cause i like slapping people! And my name is Akaris, but ya can call me Aka!" He said with a bright smile on his face. "Whats yours?"

"Tiri." She said while rubbing her face. That boy had brutal force in his hands!

She looked around in the room they were in. It was a classic Creaty house like she discribed it. Rooms carved into a huge tree. Lovely and elegantly decorated. Suddenly she heared bells ringing and everything froze for her. Only one thing in the world could have so lovely ringing bells.

"I think there is someone waiting for ya. He didnt leave since you fell from the sky." Aka said helping her to stand up from the leafbed.

When she opened the door, her heart made a jump of joy, finally seeing the person she was always dreaming to see in real.

Do ya like it? :) well its just a part of the middle of the story. I used it as a trailer! Well like i said, i will work on the start and post it in parts. Its a story totally written my myself and... well... hope ya guys like it :3

[thealbertstudio]

“I need to feel worthless again to make music.” I actually didn’t read this as being sad, but rather wonderful, albeit in a bittersweet way. Kevin (@tame__impala) has always struck me as elemental. His albums feel like a cycle of seasons, which explains the spectrum of them, the *life* in them — and to him, solitude, quietness and yeah, worthlessness as he puts it, is the ‘winter’. From one perspective, a branch that’s shed it’s leaves for winter is worthless, because it doesn’t provide shelter or nutrition anymore. But... The fallen leaves and branches/twigs can serve as kindling to ignite a fire, or to create a mulch from which seeds can grow, or the leafbed protects the insects thriving below. He has this wonderful duality to him, exemplified in his two sides, and I love how the article put it, the grounded conversational voice juxtaposed with his higher-pitched, more pleading and vulnerable voice. He has made friends with his introversion and his solitude - he accepts it as a part of him, I believe, in the healthiest way possible. I also love what he said about hesitation — that anything you find yourself hesitant to share, you should. Cos it’s the truth :) I’ve listened to/resonated with Tame Impala for over a decade now, and from the get go, I’ve respected and found kinship with how Kevin ‘dances’ with existence, with life and all it’s quiddity and questions. He does this without a single mote of the self-involved-ness of many who reach his level of success/fame, which I attribute to his clear-perspective-having early days/self-upbringing, To always see everything on the same level, everything made of atoms, wether it’s the bass he’s written all his songs on, to Rhianna, to Kanye, to the sunlight streaming through his window. A measured, well rounded, kind and generous creative soul, whom I’m grateful, truly, to share a planet/timeline/dimension with 🙏🏼 OP, thank you for this photo, and thanks to your awesome teacher as well. I haven’t sat down to read a paper article (even via digital) for a while, and this brought me back :) Walking around my town Canberra will always be connected with listening to #TameImpala 🌲🌳🌱🚶🏻‍♂️☀️🎶 (at Canberra, Australian Capital Territory) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxsxM5XJ_ks/?igshid=me0utvo4vcl5

[leafbed]

acnuleaf --> leafbed

:-)))

[content-creation-3d-a-group]

Little Fairy needs

Little Fairy needs Little Fairy needs DESCRIPTION —————————— ~ * Little Fairy needs * ~ Prop Pack for all little Fairies —————————— What’s Included: —————————— Little Fairy needs: New Prop Pack for all your little Fairies ~ 01 Prop Leafbed with Morphs ~ 01 Prop Fairy Pram ~ 01 Prop Pillow ~ 01 Prop Blanket ~ 12 Mat Poses for the Leafbed ~ 07 Mat Poses for the Fairy Pram ~ 07 Mat Poses for the…

[grupoamalogia]

Caso de Estudio 2

CASO DE ESTUDIO 2: LEAFBED

En nuestro segundo caso nos hemos basado es el espacio reversible, aquel espacio que es capaz de transformarse en otro espacio totalmente distinto para ejercer un nuevo uso y para adaptarse a las nuevas necesidades de los ciudadanos, actividades propiciadas por el cambio de clima o a diferentes eventos. O bien se pueden dotar de elementos externos o bien por el simple cambio de agentes a que lo usan; y que una vez finalizado el uso alternativo puede volver a la normalidad sin dejar ningún, tipo de huella, sin necesidad de restaurarlo. Por ejemplo, algunos edificios que fueron construidos temporalmente durante Exposiciones Universales, luego se han adaptado a otros usos, como oficinas, centros lucrativos, espectáculos… Por ejemplo la Tate Modern era una central eléctrica, tuvo un proceso de rehabilitación ganado por Herzog y de Meuron, transformado en galería de arte y con  exposiciones temporales.

     Puede ser que se transforme para reivindicar un espacio, según la época del año ser una cosa u otra, o simplemente un elemento reversible que tenga distintas funciones para el usuario. Por ejemplo un elemento muy común como es una caja. Se ha innovado este elemento utilizándolo como multiusos y con material reciclado.

Se trata de Leafbed, plegándola tiene la posibilidad de ser utilizada como silla, mesa y con la unión de otras tres como una cama. Se ha creado como sistema para situaciones de emergencia. Diseñado para ayudar a proporcionar refugio temporal en el caso de desastres naturales, o la creación de campos de refugiados. Es un producto de cartón estándar, fácil de producir, transportar y montar.

PALABRAS CLAVES:

Transmutar

Dinámico, cambiante ≠ Estático, fijo

Aumentar, quitar, variar

Aprovechar

Adaptable

Dualidad de usos/ Ambigüedad

Sostenible

Reciclable

Social