#mushroom core notebook

[ai-dadaism]

A handmade Daily planner with coloring pages, and it is full of mushrooms! Want it? get it made to order from my shop!

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[amandaherzman]

[reblogs adored] tomorrow, the 25th of August at 11am AEST my shop will update! I'll have mushroom and meadow flower notebooks, new washi and prints! I'll also be restocking my herbologist zines, volumes two and three!

[wastelandwild]

Mushroom Madness

[skymar13]

Back to school with the deku squad

Izuku

Stocks up on note books and pens (doesn’t even use them for school half the time)

Has had the same back pack since elementary

Buys store brand everything (they all have allmight on them even the backpack)

Def buys what’s on the teachers supply list

Loses pencils like crazy so he has to ask sometimes but gets lowkey annoyed when others ask for his things bc he’s alr lost half of his things

Takes deodorant that’s it

Ochaco

She’s our fav brokie

Reuses school supplies that are still good from last year

She gets the dollar general school supplies (they’re cheap and can be cute)

Buys a ten pack of gel pens and regular pencils

Keeps track of every single one of

Has also had the same back pack since she was little (even still has her address in the inside)

Has a small emergency bag js for herself

Takes deodorant and perfume

Tenya

Rich mcgee over here

Buys new everything bc he uses everything he buys

Gets the high dollar note books with the crisp pages

Sharpie pens all the way and only mechanical pencils

Buys a bigger back pack every year (engenium theme)

Lends out a pencil but will tell you off for not being prepared

Also follows the teacher lists to a T

Takes deodorant cologne and hair gel in case his locks come undone

Shoto

This is the first year he’s doing back to school (homeschooled fs)

Only buys spiral notebooks (all might themed)

Buys a plane back pack but a really good one

Buya the fancy pens and pencils bc the reviews were good

He won’t lend out his supplies he’d pretend to not hear you

And airpod user

Takes bandaides and alcohol wipes for training

Takes deodorant and cologne and gum

Tsuyu

Cottage core girly

Matching note book sets with the mushrooms and flowers and shit (water proof paper)

Buys a set of pens that are all a shade of green or yellow

Buys a water proof back pack so she doesn’t have to worry abt anything

Has a water bottle and won’t share it

Lends out her supplies if you ask nicely and she likes you

She either doesn’t take hygiene or takes a body mist

[dp-marvel94]

Graveyard of Identities- Chapter 6

Summary:

Danny should feel lucky to be alive. After a month held captive by Vlad, barely remembering his life before, and nearly dying in his escape, he is finally safe, with friends in the Far Frozen. And yet, dread gnaws at him- a massive revelation at the edge of his consciousness, forgotten until the dead of night. It was a lie. All a lie. His past, his memories: all false. Amity Park, his friends and family: all real but… not his. The secret locks in his throat, unthinkable. He stays silent while the yetis welcome him as one of their own. But they do not know. And he can not tell them. He is not the Danny they think he is. He is not Danny at all.

Word Count: 4939

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Also on A03

After lunch, Danny went back to his room. He did in fact nap for a short while, the moments of sleep invigorating for his sore muscles and tired mind.

The boy sat up in bed, a spark of excitement flickering in his core. The gardens… the image of the ice phoenix rose in his mind. The towering crystal apple trees, the rows of plants and mushrooms. The buzzing may-insects, an unknown fuzzy creature skittering by. And he had the entire afternoon to explore!

His eyes flickered to his desk, to the notebook and pencils sitting atop it…. Danny bit his lip, contemplating. He’d had a notebook at Vlad's, a way to keep up with his thoughts and the things he’d discovered about himself. He’d taken little notes and doodles, while exploring his garden. Not something he’d ever remembered the other Danny doing. But…. this Danny had enjoyed the practice. 

And now… his eyes went back to the journal… He wanted to write again…. 

Without giving it another thought, the boy picked up the notebook and pencils, slung them on a cloth bag on his back, and flew towards the garden.

Coming through the curtain of plants for a second time, Danny lingered in the doorway, eyes wide and curious. The area was so big! So many different sections, different types of plant and animal life… Or was it life at all, being in the Ghost Zone? Were these creatures native to the Realms? Or were they former residents of the material world, like human ghosts… and at least some of the yetis that were former humans? And wasn’t that a crazy thought…

His mind raced, already overcome with questions, even as his hungry eyes searched for more to see.

Just then, a loud rumble, like a crash of thunder, tore Danny from his musing. He looked up as a massive shadow fell over him. His jaw dropped. A massive eagle with talons large enough to pick up a full grown yeti flew overhead, its blue-white body crackling with lightning.

“The thunderbirds have returned!” A nearby yeti shouted, pointing up.

Sure enough, another boom sounded and a second giant bird swooped down, pursuing the first.

Danny drifted towards the yeti, staring up at the two eagles. They twirled in the air, paths intertwining in a mesmerizing aerial dance. Their calls were the sizzle of electricity, the boom of both close and far away thunder. 

Then… the two dove at each other, talons interlocking. They tousled in the air, spiraling closer to the ground. The half ghost instinctively ducked, reaching for his yeti companion, to pull the other ghost out of the way. 

But the yeti did not look afraid, face painted with a knowing awe.

At the last moment, the two thunderbirds pulled up. The trees shook with the movement, swift air ruffling Danny’s head.

“What are they doing?” He breathed, mouth wide.

“Courting.” They yeti grinned. “It looks like there will be a thunderbird chick on the cliffs this century!”

“Courting?!” His mouth opened and closed. “Like a mating ritual?” 

The other ghost eagerly nodded. “How incredible that you are here to see this! The time of your visit was very lucky.”

“Yeah.” And the boy actually believed the word, awe bubbling up in his core.

For several more minutes, the thunderbirds danced in the sky, the sound of their wings shaking the very walls. But eventually, their flight leveled out, the two flying towards far away towering cliffs. Far too soon, they vanished.

“That was incredible.” Danny’s voice trembled with awe, his eyes fixed on where the two birds had disappeared.

“It always is.” The yeti said. “I’ve seen their dance a dozen times at least since I arrived and each time, it’s just as breath- taking.” 

With an agreeing nod, the ghost boy turned to look at the other ghost. His eyes met ones glassy with nostalgia.

Then, the yeti noticed his gaze. “My apologies, Great One.” A shake of the head dissolved the far off look. “Mistress Periwinkle at your service.” She lowered her head, giving a bow. “What can I do for you?”

“Please, you don’t have to call me Great One.” The boy smiled sheepishly. “Just Danny is fine.”

“Then I suppose just Periwinkle will do for me as well.” She smiled almost cheekily, mischievously pleased at the breach of formality.

“Periwinkle then.” The half ghost chuckled. “Nice to meet you.” Then, his brow furrowed, curiously confused. “Periwinkle… isn’t that kinda…” 

“A strange name for a yeti?” The other ghost cut in, interpreting his uncertainty. At the half ghost embarrassed nod… “It’s my name from my first life, as a human. I choose to keep it after being re-born here.”

Danny blinked, surprised. “Frostbite told me some of you used to be human. And so you…” He vaguely waved his hands, mind whirling as he put pieces together. “You said a dozen times… and this century…” His eyes widened. “How long ago was this? Where did you live? How did you end up here?” He blushed, mouth snapping shut as his mind caught up with his words. “Sorry.”

“It is alright.” She smiled comfortingly. “I lived in what I believe you now call Scotland, thirteen centuries ago or so. As for how I found myself here…” Her brow furrowed, looking at him with some concern. “I am sure you know becoming a ghost requires the passage from one life to the next.”

Danny shuffled awkwardly, looking away. “You don’t have to tell me more if you don’t want to…”

Periwinkle shook her head. “Speaking of my death brings me no pain. It has long passed after all. I am just wary of speaking of it with someone who experienced his own change so recently.” She smiled at him kindly. “I do not want to cause you pain, young one.”

His heart squeezed, for once touched at the worry over him. “That’s really sweet actually. Thanks for worrying about me.” He blushed again. “But I’m fine really. And I’m curious…”

“I can tell you are a curious soul.” She chuckled. “I was young when it happened, barely seventeen. It was late fall. My husband was out hunting with his father and brothers, and I took our little son with me to collect water from the river. A sudden blizzard fell upon us.” Her eyes wandered, far away in memory. “It was bitterly cold. I could not see my own arms in front of me. I knew I would be unable to find my way back until it passed. So I pressed myself into the hollow of a tree, my back to the wind to shelter my son. I hoped I could wait it out. But the wind blew harder. Soon I could not feel my toes. I was so cold… and then warm. But I could not take off my layers, not while holding my baby. He was crying… and it made my heart ache. I longed for nothing more than to keep him safe and to comfort him. So I kissed his head. I told him to be brave, that I loved him…” She trailed off with a shake of her head.

And Danny’s heart twisted, at once saddened, horrified, and guilty. “I… I’m so sorry.” He stammered.

“No, I apologize again. I am sure you did not wish to hear that much detail.” Periwinkle gave him a comforting smile. “And take heart, while my love and his kin did not find me in time, I did succeed in saving our son.” 

“He survived?” The half ghost gasped.

“Aye. They found him safely nestled between the bark and my breast, cold and distraught but alive.” A proud light sparked in her eyes. “He grew to become a caring husband and father. And when he passed from the first life, his soul found himself here as well, to my delight.”

“So he’s here too?” Danny asked. “Is he one of the warriors? Or does he help in the garden too?”

“Goodness no.” The yeti woman laughed. “I have never seen someone able to make even silent plants scream. He has no talent with things of the ground, or for the spear. But he does have a gift for caring for the little ones.”

“CrystalBreeze?” The boy blinked, surprised. “I met him this morning. He is really great with the kids.”

“He is.” Periwinkle smiled proudly. “You meet my Crys, then.” The grin turned mischievous. “Did he send you to check on his old mother?”

“No.” Danny gave a laugh. “Actually, I came ‘cause I wanted to take a look around the garden. Maybe doodle some sketches?” He waved his notebook in example. “Ask some questions?”

“Well, if you have questions, I am most certainly the woman to ask. What queries tickle your brain?”

“There’s so many!” His eyes flickered brighter in excitement. “I saw the ice phoenix yesterday. And maybe something that was a bee or butterfly. Do you have bugs here? And there’s so many different kinds of plants! What are those called?” He pointed to the white and yellow flowers carpeting the ground. “Are they like… the ghosts of living plants? Or are they native to the Infinite Realms? Do you eat them? Do you even need to eat? And-”

“One question at a time, Danny.” The yeti waved her hands, cutting him off with an amused note.

“Sorry.” The boy blushed.

“No need to apologize. Curiosity is something to be admired.” She soothed. “Your first question… about insects, wasn’t it? We do have insects. See here?” Periwinkle bent down, pointing out a fingernail-sized gold and black creature perched on one of the flowers. “This is a gold bee.” Its wings buzzed softly, drifting to the next flower. “We keep bees hives for the honey. And there.” She pointed up, at a blooming crystal apple tree. “A bread-and-butterfly.”

“That’s an appropriate name.” Danny laughed, eyes crinkling at the toast-slice shaped and colored wings.

“Quite.” The yeti nodded. “And these are arctic poppies.” She pointed to the yellow and white, cup-shaped flowers below. “We plant them for the bees. Their nectar produces an excellent honey.” Her brow furrowed. “What else did you ask?”

“Are there flowers like this in the actually arctic? Or are these like…. Realm natives?”

“Arctic poppies do exist in the human world.” Periwinkle said. “Though many of our plants and animals no longer have living realm counterparts or never have. I know little about why certain creatures reflect in this realm and others do not. Or why some only exist here…” Her brow wrinkled in thought. “Thunderbirds are creatures of human legend, so perhaps that plays a role.”

“That’s cool!” Danny grinned. “I’m pretty sure yetis are legends in the human world too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “Did you have stories about yetis when you were alive? Is that why….” He motioned up and down her furry form.

“No. I suspect this had more to do with my freezing to death.” She stated it plainly, a fact she had long seen grown used to. “I’ve heard similar from others of the dead here. And my Crys, being death touched from a young age and by the cold no less….” She shrugged. “It is hard to know for sure. I just know similar souls tend to find each other.” Periwinkle smiled at him affectionately, ruffling his hair. “I am sure that is why you keep finding your way back to us.

The boy laughed, leaning into the touch. Then he straightened, a realization hitting him. He side-eyed the yeti. “I’m not gonna grow horns and….” He made a face. “A lot more hair, am I?”

The yeti woman shrugged again. “Only time will tell.”

He grimaced, then dismissed the thought. Without functional ice powers, it was unlikely anyway, wasn’t it? Plus, he was part human. He couldn’t exactly stay in the Far Frozen forever.

“Tell me more about the garden.” Danny pointedly changed the subject. “You grow a lot of this to eat, right? Do you guys actually have to eat though?”

“No. That is a blessing of this second life. We eat for pleasure, not sustenance. We sleep for the same reason. Both are ways to pass the time. And I for one enjoy tending the plants and watching them grow. It is much easier work than during my human days for sure.”

The boy nodded thoughtfully. “Frostbite said as much, that yetis don’t have to sleep.”

“It is very enjoyable though.” Periwinkle said. “Most especially after a hefty meal.”

“Speaking of meals…” The boy’s eyes flickered to a lattice wall with neon orange mushroom protruding from it. “I’ve eaten some of this stuff before. Jelly mushrooms, crystal apples.” He motioned to each in turn. “And is that ginsdo?” He pointed towards a shrub with heart-shaped leaves. His brow furrowed. “I didn’t realize those were leaves. How were they chewy?”

“They take on that consistency when boiled.” The yeti explained, walking over to pluck one of the leaves. “I believe it is because of the inner portion. You will notice the leaf itself is quite thick

[ink-and-impact]

How Custom Stickers Became the Aesthetic Currency of Tumblr Creators

Tumblr has long been a haven for the aesthetically inclined — a place where visual storytelling, subculture, and self-expression converge. From curated moodboards to fan-made artwork, the platform has consistently nurtured communities who see the world through a creative lens. Among the many tools Tumblr users employ to build and reflect their unique identities, one has quietly but powerfully taken centre stage: custom stickers.

They’re small, tactile, versatile — and incredibly expressive. Whether it's a sticker slapped on a laptop, decorating the pages of a bullet journal, or posted in a giveaway haul, these adhesive designs have become a form of “aesthetic currency” in online spaces like Tumblr.

Let’s dive into how this cultural shift happened — and why custom stickers remain an essential part of the Tumblr creative ecosystem.

The Visual Language of Tumblr: Why Aesthetic Still Rules

Even after all these years, Tumblr remains visually driven. Whether you're browsing trending content or scrolling through your curated dashboard, you’re bound to encounter eye-catching imagery, collages, gifs, and moodboards.

Aesthetics on Tumblr are about more than beauty — they're a coded language. Cottagecore, vaporwave, grunge, academia, punk, and other subcultures each come with a visual grammar, and users instinctively know how to craft posts that reflect these themes.

This highly visual framework has made custom stickers an ideal medium — they offer a physical extension of the digital vibe that creators cultivate on their blogs.

From DIY to Design: How Custom Stickers Found a Creative Niche

The Tumblr community has always leaned into DIY culture — from zine swaps to scrapbook layouts and hand-stitched patches. Custom stickers are a natural progression of that ethos. As access to design software and online printing tools has improved, many Tumblr users started designing and ordering their own stickers to bring their digital identities into the physical world.

Creators in fandom spaces began selling character-themed sticker sheets. Activists printed slogans and imagery aligned with their causes. Artists, illustrators, and even meme-makers used stickers to bring their Tumblr presence to life, shipping them out to supporters or selling them as part of shop bundles.

Popular Tumblr Aesthetics and the Stickers That Match Them

The diversity of Tumblr aesthetics lends itself beautifully to sticker design. Let’s look at how popular visual identities on the platform translate into physical stickers:

Cottagecore: Think pastel mushrooms, vintage florals, lace trim motifs, and tea sets

Grunge/Punk: Raw edges, safety pins, cryptic slogans, and black-and-white photocopy-style designs

Vaporwave/Y2K: Neon colours, Greek busts, pixel fonts, chrome finishes

Dark Academia: Typewriter quotes, candlelit libraries, and sepia-toned literary icons

The search results for “aesthetic stickers” on Tumblr show just how diverse — and in-demand — these expressions are.

Custom stickers allow users to physically carry pieces of these aesthetics, whether on their notebooks, laptops, or even phone cases.

How Creators Use Stickers to Build Identity and Community

For many users on Tumblr, stickers aren't just accessories — they're markers of identity and belonging. Communities such as the #journalcommunity use sticker sheets to decorate their bullet journals, mood logs, and creative diaries. These designs often incorporate mental health check-ins, weekly layouts, affirmations, and symbols that resonate with specific emotional journeys.

Fandom accounts use stickers to show support for favourite characters or ships, while queer creators have developed sticker sets around pride flags, slogans, and illustrations that celebrate inclusivity. These items are frequently shared in haul posts, giveaways, and creator shout-outs — all core behaviours on Tumblr that build community.

In this ecosystem, stickers act as personal branding, gifts, and visual signatures. They help creators feel seen and enable followers to carry their favourite online voices with them in tangible form.

Where to Create Your Own: Finding High-Quality Custom Stickers

If you're considering jumping into the world of sticker design — whether for your blog, shop, or bullet journal content — it’s worth sourcing a printer that offers flexibility, quality, and a creator-friendly experience.

A reliable option for Australian creators is custom stickers from Stikit Master. They offer a wide variety of finishes, formats, and design options, making it easy to bring your ideas to life. Whether you’re looking to create glossy vinyl stickers for laptops or matte designs for planners, their service may suit a wide range of creative needs — from personal projects to fan merch.

Stikit Master’s setup is ideal for those who want full control over how their visuals are translated into physical pieces, with an emphasis on clarity, durability, and fast turnaround.

Tips for Designing Stickers That Resonate on Tumblr

To truly align your sticker designs with Tumblr’s visual culture, consider the following:

Stay true to aesthetic themes: Don’t mix visual styles. A vaporwave sticker in a cottagecore set may confuse your audience.

Think about finish: Glossy or holographic works great for bold styles like Y2K; matte is often preferred for journaling or academia themes.

Size matters: Designs should be readable at smaller scales (e.g., for phone or laptop use).

Use negative space wisely: Minimalist styles often perform well on clean surfaces and suit Tumblr’s editorial feel.

Include hidden meaning: Tumblr users love subtle references and inside jokes — think quotes from obscure fandoms or imagery tied to niche identities.

Final Thoughts

Custom stickers are more than decoration — they’re tools of storytelling. On a platform like Tumblr, where visual identity is a language in itself, stickers let users speak volumes without saying a word.

From building a personal brand to strengthening community ties, the humble sticker has earned its place in the Tumblr creator toolbox. So whether you’re curating a new moodboard or launching your first merch drop, think about how stickers might fit into your aesthetic narrative — and make it stick.

[monstersandmaw]

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[misssage]

I think I might be a goblin...

[hauntedwitchshop]

https://www.redbubble.com/people/HauntedWitch/shop

[shut-up-rabert]

After hours

Last night my brother and I had our devices taken at around 12-ish because according to my Mata ji “ye haramkhor 2 baje tak dekhte rahenge” (the sad thing is we couldn’t protest because she was right lmao, she even took the notebook which I was scribbling on)

So here we lay, 2 sloths of persons who have snored till noon and will not be feeling any drowsiness anytime soon, just sitting up and whispering in the dimly lit room as the city sleeps. One of the multiple things we bond over is our mutual love for the after hours: despite our clashing choices, we always seem to match on subliminal things. He loves the calmness and freedom, I admire the mystery and fantasy. Collectively we are fascinated by that one Shinchan movie where he goes out at midnight and discovers this whole new world (I think it was Golden Sword??) which clicked to both of us.

One of the things he mentions in this conversation is his love for soup, and how he desires have it at midnights and just talk, which is something I agree upon. It seems both calm and fantastical, I guess.

Moments later, I hear my mother coughing in the kitchen: she’s taking her homemade cough medicine. I go to check up on her and see soup packets lying around in the drawer. A craving creeps on me and before I can rationally think, I’m asking her if I can go ahead and make myself some.

At first she is reluctant; its 1 in the morning, but Papa and her have always been against us going to bed hungry, so she relents and answers all my questions regarding one italian mushroom soup: how much black pepper is needed for one bowl, how much salt should be added, what quantity of soup powder…..

As soon as she retires to her room, I go ahead and put another bowl of water in the saucepan. To them, my brother is asleep (as he should be, he has an exam the next day) but not giving him some when it was his idea just feels wrong.

Cooking the soup is easy: it boils over by the time I’m done squishing the lumps of soup powder on a spoon and dropping them back in. Now, when it comes to adding the tastemaker, I go ahead and add a pinch or two more than double the quantity my mother prescribed for a bowl. My brother likes his soup seasoned well, so adding two pinches of red pepper seems risky but not unwarranted.

He pouts when he sees me barging in with the cream coloured broth: he wanted hot and sour. I tell him to shutup and eat it and he does.

“This is excellent!”

For a moment, I feel as if I’m being mocked. No matter how much blood, sweat, tears and love I pour in making him anything, he has one reply to encompass my hardwork: this is shit.

He backs his first claim, says I did a great job, and how he has a new favourite soup that tastes like mom’s pasta.

We talk even more; there is laughing, arguing, offence and satire. The words said are not with me anymore but the feelings will forever be.

While chattering about random nonsense, our train of topic halts at our earlier midnight adverts: we did this first time with namkeen when we used to read stories together and second time with maggie reading encyclopedias together (the first time I made midnight maggie was atrocious; my father who was simply checking on me had to join in and make it better)

Our devices were taken so to keep us from staying up till two, but the night ended with yours truly having to scold both my brother and I into finally lying down at three.

This was our third series of midnight mishapps, who knows how many more will be there, I wish for many, because these carefree, personal, fantasy-esque moments with the one person who understands me the best, one I can hold serious and non serious talks with over a cup of soup, are one of the core memories my soul shall take away from this life.

[desireedelamaterart]

I LOVE this mushroom notebook (cuz I designed it heh heh I'm biased) depicting varying species of fungi with vibrant colors and a black background. Perfect for dark academia, cottage core aesthetic or gothic print lovers. DETAILS: - 6" x 8" size...easy to carry around! - 118 ruled line single pages - Front cover print - Black back cover #mushroomcore #cottagecore #fairycore #goblincore #mushrooms #aesthetic #forestcore #mushroomart #cottagecoreaesthetic #mushroom #mosscore #farmcore #honeycore #fairy #meadowcore #plantcore #grandmacore #gardencore #forest #cozycore #frogcore #grasscore #vintagecore #angelcore #cloudcore #naturecore #dirtcore #moss #faerie https://www.instagram.com/p/CaqthSIlMxM/?utm_medium=tumblr

[retroateez]

Prophecy - Chapter Five

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A month had passed since Yeosang took you under his wing, and he (thankfully) hadn't decided to kill you.

Although the trip to harvest the sand mandrakes often made you think otherwise.

Despite that, Yeosang had been patient with you as you grew accustomed to his lifestyle. Oddly, he trusted in you immediately, sharing with you secrets he wouldn't dare tell other strangers.

"I'm a mage," he had told you suddenly over porridge one morning. He clenched his large palms into equally large fists and laid his forearm upon the table, facing upwards towards the canopy of jade leaves above your heads. "You see those blue lines? They're called veins, and our blood runs through these."

You nodded silently, unsure of what his point was.

"In mine, flows blood as well as chaos," he explained. "Almost anybody can do basic magic, provided you're taught by the right people."

Using his other hand, he ran a gentle finger down the stripe of his prominent veins, and the cerulean bumps bubbled and boiled into a startling shade of sunlight. You squinted in awe; you swore you could see a lightning storm rattling around inside of his arm.

"But only those born into chaos possess the abilities to truly wield it." Yeosang snapped his fingers, and the bolts of lightning in his veins returned to the cool, sea blue they were before.

He had grinned at you then, proud that his magic had impressed you. He didn't get to show off his magic often; most people would trade his life and talent for money in a heartbeat.

Except now, Yeosang wore a frown as you pleaded with him.

"Why can't you teach me any magic?" you beg. "You said yourself that anybody can be taught! By the looks of it you're well up to the task!"

You follow him like an excited puppy, bouncing along behind him and pawing at the back of his shirt to get his attention. Yeosang had his back turned to you, intent on finding the wolfsbane he had been asked to find before you arrived in his life and threw it slightly (majorly) off balance.

"I said no, Iris" he murmurs, keeping his eyes on the mossy ground.

You weren't sure where Yeosang had gotten the name 'Iris' from, or why he started calling you that in the first place. It certainly wasn't your name. Not that you had ever told him your name. He had never asked, so you assumed he didn't want to know. Either way, you didn't care, nor did you find it particularly important, so you let him call you whatever he pleased.

"Why?" you whine, grabbing the bottom of his cotton shirt and pulling it. "What harm can it do to just teach me a little magic?"

He sighs harshly, and turns to face you. Scowl evident, he shoves a handful of wolfsbane into a basket and grabs you firmly by the shoulders.

"I said no. Do not make me repeat myself. Do I make myself clear?" His eyes burn into yours and guilt washes over you; you hadn't meant to make him angry.

"But-"

"I said," he growls. "Do I make myself clear?"

You stare up meekly into his eyes, seeing the same flashes of firebolts from his veins, now crashing around his pupils. You nod, not uttering a word. Yeosang lets you go with a soft huff, and heads back up towards the house. If you'd have known he would get so angry with you, you wouldn't have pestered him so badly.

A few more days pass, and neither you or Yeosang bring up the incident in the woods. You, in fear of angering him again, and you assume Yeosang just didn't want to mention the subject at all. Maybe it was a sensitive topic for him? He acts like it never happened, resuming teaching you how to cook various stews and soups, testing you on the properties of sage and echinacea.

"Echinacea... helps burns?" you hazard a guess, Yeosang's face contorting to an expression of pain informing you that once again, you were wrong.

"Echinacea helps colds and flu." he corrects you with a sigh.

Frustrated, you hurl your notebook down onto the desk in Yeosang's study, crossing your arms and exhaling harshly, much like a horse. His study was as breathtaking as the rest of his house. It was smaller compared to the main, circular room and had no windows. With no natural light, Yeosang had strewn luminescent mushrooms across the ceiling and draped them all over the walls. They were long and thin, but the heads and stems shone bright in tones of seafoam green and azure blue. They made the room glow a strange, ocean mash of colour, often making Yeosang look as if the ocean floor had sprouted atop his head, dyeing his neutral blonde locks with a very startling sea themed concoction.

The room had an earthy smell, as did the entire house. You theorised Yeosang either had an addiction to growing plants in his house, or plainly a plant addiction. Still, the air throughout his home was always immaculately clean, so you couldn't complain about the slight dirt smell, or the soil that was always clinging to your arms and legs.

"I'm no good at this, Yeosang!" you cry. "I don't know why I bother!"

You glare angrily at the wooden planks of the floor, blinking back frustrated tears. You desperately wanted to prove to Yeosang that you were capable of learning something worthwhile. After all, your survival depended on it; why would he keep you around, feed you, house you, protect you, if you couldn't offer anything back to him? More than that, it actually gave you a purpose, something more than just stealing your way through the game of life. Here you were, handed an opportunity to learn and, provided you were any good at it, use the skills to help people in the future instead of stealing the products of other people's hard work and determination.

You're dragged from your thoughts by Yeosang crouching down at your figure sitting on his desk chair. He softly places his rough hands on your knees and offers a rare, but soft and caring smile.

"You'll get the hang of it ,Iris, don't fret. I failed my alchemy exam five times before I finally passed it." His eyes crinkle at the corners when he hears your quiet laugh at his comment.

"Only an idiot would fail five times," you quip. "What happened to three time's the charm?"

"Charm is a load of bullshit," he remarks. "Everything is decided by fate, you know that don't you?"

You nod in response. Everybody knows your destiny is your destiny. It can't be changed, altered or avoided. You wonder if magic has any effect on destiny. After all, before meeting Yeosang you had no idea magic was real in the first place, so really the possibilites could be endless.

"Does magic work on destiny?" You ask the golden haired mage.

Yeosang leans back on his heels, glancing up at the glowing fungi as he ponders his answer.

"Yes and no," he admits. "No magic can directly change, or redirect your fate. But magic can delay it, sometimes quite significantly"

"How so?"

Yeosang lets go of your knees and with a grunt, falls back so he's sitting on the floor in front of you.

"Are you familiar with Virgil's Aenied?"

He takes your silence as a 'no'.

"The Aeneid is an epic poem, centered around a single man named Aeneas, whose destiny is to discover the land that would become Rome. There's a lot that goes on inbetween," Yeosang explains. "but Juno, the goddess of love and marriage, despised Aeneas, and did everything in her power to make sure Aeneas would never be the catalyst of Rome's foundations."

"But Juno couldn't stop him from doing that, could she?" You connect the dots fairly quickly, and Yeosang nods.

"Correct. Even the gods have to abide by the laws of destiny. Jupiter himself unravels the scrolls of time and fate, and nobody can change them. But what Juno did succeed with, was delaying Aeneas as much as possible. Setting him back years and years from the destiny bestowed upon him from the very beginning, at the sack of Troy."

"Do the gods powers count as magic though? You're not a god" You think aloud. You think you catch a wave of offense wash over Yeosang's face, but it passes so quickly you can't be sure.

"In a way, I suppose you can view it as a divine type of magic, magic so powerful that people on our realm couldn't possibly wield it without certain death, or other circumstance..." The mage stands up, bones in his knees cracking as he moves.

"Anyway," he continues. "My point was that your destiny is exactly that. It's been written in the stars since the very dawn of time, and you physically cannot escape it. You may delay it, but the time will come where you will have to fulfill your role in destiny's prophecy. The first step to that though, my young student, is passing your alchemy exam!"

You and Yeosang spent the next couple of days pouring over his hand-written notebooks, reading and re-reading his scrawled handwriting and weirdly endearing drawings. Him presenting you with various herbs and smoking liquids, making you guess what they were used for and forcing you to eat and drink the gross ones when you got the answers wrong. You hated it, but his method of teaching was rather effective.

"We're going to have to make a trip into the city," he tells you one gorgeously warm afternoon. "I've run out of primrose and the only source I can get it is the kingdom."

Yeosang hadn't taken you to the kingdom of Ateez yet, nor had he visited there since your arrival, but the way he spoke about it terrified you to your core. He refused to go unless he needed to, no pleasant day trips or lesiurely strolls. For him, it was dangerous.

"The King has a special band of witch-hunters," Yeosang explained to you as he grabbed his brown satchel and coin purse. "Of course, they're just referred to as 'guards', he wouldn't want rival kingdoms knowing he was explicitly prejudiced towards anybody." he spat.

"Have you met the king?" you ask quietly, handing him a notebook with a list of items you needed to purchase.

Yeosang notably hesitated.

"Yes... he helped me a lot. He gave me this land, and in return I occasionally do him favours."

"I thought he didn't like mages?"

"Hatred for magic kinds is rooted in fear," he turns to you. "Whether or not you like a mage, it is always better to have one on your side, as opposed to having one against you."

"So if the king likes you, why are you so worried about going to the kingdom?"

Yeosang wedges a soil brown hat onto your head, pulling it down over your eyes.

"He doesn't like me," he corrects you. "He merely tolerates me because I posses something that may prove very useful to him one day. Anyway, enough questions, small one. We have plants to buy!"

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You wished Yeosang had told you just how long the walk to Ateez was before you agreed to go with him. Technically you didn't have a choice, but still. You'd been wearing 'tailored' versions of Yeosang's clothes (tailored being he had ripped the excess material off), as your own were ruined beyond repair during the storm. They were too big for you even still, the sleeves of his white cotton shirt coming past your fingertips and copper breeches almost hanging off you if not for the makeshift belt, (wine red ribbon Yeosang used to bunch flowers together) tied around your waist. As grateful as you were, his clothes were weighing you down and making the journey painfully longer.

"We're almost there, Iris!" Yeosang calls back to you. He was wearing an outfit similar to yours, except his actually fit and suited him. He was extremely good looking, you'd admit. What with his piercing cobalt eyes and effortlessly wavy hair. You wondered why he had been alone before he met you, and for what reason.

You turn your attention to where Yeosang was pointing and felt your stomach drop immediately. It felt as if a pit had opened at the base of your torso and every one of your organs was being sucked into the abyss. Despite the uncomfortable feeling seeping throughout your body, you felt compelled towards the miles of kingdom below you. You could see almost the entire kingdom from your position on top of the hill. You realised too, that the western side was situated on the edge of a cliff, with your best friend, the ocean, waiting readily thousands of feet below. You felt uneasy thinking about the drop.

Between the bottom of the hill and the gates of Ateez, was a vast stretch of forest. Towering oaks bundled together like a poor family on a cold night, protecting one another with what little comfort they could provide. You didn't want to imagine what creatures lurked in the woods either, having a hunch that they wouldn't welcome strangers into their habitats with welcome arms.

"We don't have to walk down this hill, do we?" you gulped.

"No," Yeosang said. "We can just jump."

You stared at him.

"Of course we have to walk down it, Iris."

You both began the everlasting descent down the hill. Luckily, a dirt path had been stamped into the grass by plenty of other people making the same journey as you.

No matter how much you tried to push down the growing feeling in your stomach, it wouldn't go away.

You could hardly explain the feeling either. Like your intenstines were lined with the prettiest hydrangeas, and somebody was tugging at the flowers with the strength of a thousand horses, but regardless of how hard they pulled, the roots stayed firmly put.

You surveyed the kingdom, the endless rows of tiny houses and roads, the pathway up to the gates of the castle and the grand towers standing in the castle grounds. On the highest part of the city, towards the east, was the most important building of all; the castle itself. Overlooking the entire of Ateez which stretched out for miles.

"Once we reach the bottom of this hill," you ask. "Won't we have to walk all the way to the gates?"

Yeosang glances back over his shoulder at you, pushing his wavy blonde hair out of his face.

"No, they have horses and carriages that take people to the city, thank the gods."

After approximately 3 decades, you and Yeosang reach the bottom of the hill (more like a mountain, you think). Yeosang guides you over to a line of carriages, attached to the biggest, bulkiest horses you've ever seen. The ones you'd seen back at home were simple, baggage carrying horses. Nothing compared to these absolute monsters. Your companion hands the coachman of a carriage a handful of coins, and you both clamber into the back.

Throughout the journey, the hole in your stomach continues to expand, growing deeper and wider that you're surprised it hasn't totally consumed you. The closer you get to the kingdom gates, the more and more nauseous you feel, the beating of your heart and pounding in your head keeping perfect time with the canter of the Shire horse pulling you along.

The second cog, hand-crafted but not yet complete, waits patiently. He cannot continue welding it until the next steps are taken; until destiny is fulfilled. Until then, he sets the half-finished cog on his workshop table, then he too, sits patiently. Fate is a waiting game, and everyone is a pawn to fate.

Chapter Six

[marchusburchens]

projecting feelings onto each The Rise Undaunted M9 suite

Fjord - The Gift of the Sea

Montage style visuals: learning the ropes on the ship with Vandran, finding the falchion, learning to Blink/Misty Step/Thunder Step, pressing a red button and squaring up with a dragon alone, every Control Water, a whole sequence of Thunder-Stepping his friends out of danger, driving his sword into his innards, surrendering to a higher power and for a moment finding peace 

Emotions: excitement, resolve, innovation; separating the real from the false, learning to recognise when you’re loved, learning how to be a leader only from your own mistakes; falling in order to get back up, turning the fragile core of insecurity into a force of nature 

Caleb - Beyond Scorched Memories

Montage style visuals: cat stepping carefully through burned ruins; studying in darkened libraries, singlemindedly scrawling plans for new spells in disastrously-organized notebooks in disastrously messy spaces, looking over his shoulder; throwing his arms around and half-tackling Nott, a sequence of how he went from entering battles shaking with fear to entering with unparalleled and unemotional severity, a sequence of him facing off against Molly, Fjord, Beau, Astrid, Trent; sitting alone at night on the edge of the bubble seemingly uneventfully, even as we dip into the Ethereal Plane and see magic flurry around him

Emotions: all-consuming anxiety and brilliance, that then feed into unchecked intensity and focus when externalised; who are you if not your sins, except when that falls away in the rush of fighting for something good; magic

Yasha - Storm’s Boon

Montage style visuals: tracking a solitary figure over vast plains and wastes, rolling clouds pulsing with lightning, before striking a tree; sitting back while friends buzz around her, smiling but turning her head to watch the rain out the window; receiving the Magicians Judge and attuning to it, winning arm wrestling, wrecking the beasts in the Champion’s Pit; stumbling to kneel beside his grave, tears in her eyes while with Obann, pressing a flower into her book; bellowing in rage, wings crackling outwards, a sequence of her most bloody and violent kills, turning once more to face the Storm Lord, breaking her chains

Emotions: power, exhaustion, sorrow, perseverance; believing in the trust of higher powers, finding the energy to keep going, absolute dominance; you are more than what has happened to you

Mollymauk - Long May He Reign

Montage style visuals: tarot cards being laid out, silhouette at the entrance of a dark circus tent; bursting jangling into rooms, pointy-teeth predatory grins, leaping onto fence tops, throwing himself at Yasha, fleeting kisses; protectiveness, comforting when he can, taking a moment out of sight to take a deep breath before going back to displaying carefree impishness; barely getting his feet under him before jumping into a fray, swords simultaneously slicing his neck as he draws them; staring agape at drawing poison from a wound; sitting on the back of the cart, painting his cards

Emotions: naivety, invulnerability, delight, warmth; taking on trickery and capriciousness as your personality, but being grounded in your personal truth to a fault; realizing that it’s that easy to care so much for people you barely know and desperately wanting to keep that; willing people to love each other so much that you would die for it

Caduceus - Petrichor

Montage style visuals: days and nights passing at the Grove, as the sickness spreads; blossoming a mushroom from a rotten log, trickling beetles out of the staff into an iridescent cloud; observing those around him and sliding to where he can be most helpful, instantly reassuring others when he returns from death, disguising uncertainty with calmness when looking up at Kravaraad; communing, guiding Fjord, observing the purple seed in the Menagerie and giving it to his family, dreaming of walking through the Grove again; bursting into a shimmering Spirit Guardians, scrambling to Fjord and Revivifying, blasting the cannons in the Happy Fun Ball; watching out for all others in the heat of battle and when it dies down, immediately beginning to pray, leaning back into the body of the Mother as she appears behind him

Emotions: assuredness, youth, selflessness, beauty; god-like loftiness grounded in humanity; greatness from purely believing it will come; refusing to give in to or allow anything less than Pure Good 

[angstchim]

Bubblegum Bitch | kth

Smut Drabble 

Boyfriend Taehyung x Reader 

➻  Rating M 

➻  SMUT, NOT FOR THE VANILLA, if you don’t like eating cum/ cum kinks leave now if you don’t like messy leave now, FOOD PLAY, Angry sex, harsh words, KINKY, will not be for everyone.

➻ Words:1.9k

Synopsis: Taehyung had been spending lots of time in his studio, he spent day and night staring a blank notebook trying to come up with lyrics for his solo song that was to be listed on the next album. You thought it was time for light-hearted adult fun. Stopping at the sex shop you came home with bubblegum candies, only today Taehyung wasn’t one for the candies or your teasing. He made sure you knew.    

Your lips pursed as you walked passed his studio once again. His hair a tussled mess from his hand's constant tugging. His eyes a bit dark and his lips puffy from constant biting. He was stressed and his mind blank as he bore holes into the empty notebook sitting in front of him. Your brows furrowing you knew how much his solo song meant to him, he had the instrumentals, but no lyrics. There was no rush but his hardworking nature didn't care, his pen tapping on his desk, his hand once again making its rounds through his hair as he let out a frustrated grunt. His face not pleased and his stress being worn as a badge as he flung his head back and covered his face with his hands.

You tried everything, food, drinks, naps, even some attempts at sex, yet he turned them all down. His lyricless solo eating him up from within. With some thinking, you felt that maybe a bit of teasing and light-hearted fun may do your workaholic boyfriend some good. Grabbing your bag and keys you snuck out to the car, making your way down to the sex shop in the town over your sweet tooth peaked as you entered the shop and saw a rack of cock shaped lollipops. Many flavors and colors some small and came in bundles, others were sized as actual cocks and some seemed to made of jelly.

Your taste for sweets was rather plain, you liked the more simple and "safe" of flavors. You weren't one for Sour Green Apple Pineapple Cherry blast cock but bubblegum was up your ally. Your lip caught between your teeth as you pondered on getting small bundles or an actual sized cock and your eyes kept straying to the 6-inch bubblegum cock with a mushroom head that peered at you. Grabbing two of the sugary lolis you made your way the check out. With the "goods" placed in a discreet bag, the ride home was filled with eager stops and curses as the stoplights that you deemed too long. You wanted nothing more than to get home and tease Tae with the pink cocks.

Entering the house, the instrumental music bounced off the walls and once again Taehyung sat at his deck, his eyes still boring holes into the blank notebook, and maybe his desk. Setting your bag and coat to the side you held the bag the shop had given you.

"Tae!~" You chimed, walking up to the stressed man, his face blank as he looked up at you his lips in a pout. Planting a kiss on his forehead, you handed him the bag. "Got us some treats."

He held the bag recognizing it from your other trips to the shop. "Mhm, what did you buy now you little minx?"

You giggled, "Like I said, treats."

He raised a brow as he reached into the bag pulling out the bubblegum flavored lolis. He gave a chuckle, "Cute." He set the lolis aside and turned back to his notebook.

Lips pursed, "You aren't going to have one with me?" Your disappointment was evident in your voice.

"I want to finish this song." He sighed, his eyes looking at the blank notes once more.

Your arms cross, "Tae take a break for a bit you've been staring at that blank note for hours on end.. I miss you."

His eyes on the notes, "So you want to suck candy cock to get my creative juices flowing?" He commented.

Reaching into the bag you unwrapped one of the lolis and waved it at him, pressing its mushroom tip to his lips, "Yes, now say "Ahh" you grouch."

He shot you a glare his hand gently swatting it away, "Baby, Daddy doesn't feel like it."

You gave a pout, persistent you held the lolly to him. His gaze hardening, "Are you really challenging me on this baby?" His tone raising slightly, his foot gently tapping against the floor. His hand wrapping around yours as it held the lolly. Your gaze and pout were unwavering as you held the cock shaped treat. "You're treading lightly you know baby." He growled and he snatched the lolly, his eyes dark and narrowed as he glared up at you, his tongue giving the tip a few tentative licks and his eyes now bore into you. You let out a small whimper as you watched the way his tongue flicked the tip, his hand still gripping yours.

Holding the lolly with one hand he pulled you to him, your places now switched as he pressed you against his desk, your form bend over, your skirt riding up your thighs as your chest crushed the blank notebook that sat on his desk. "You know I wasn't getting very far.." He growled, his free hand holding the lolly, the other hand trapped your hands in a tight grip as he pressed you against his desk. "Daddy is stressed, want to help me unwind baby?" He growled.

"Y-yes, p-please." Your voice hitched as your thighs trembled.  

He gave the lolly one last lick, "Bubblegum flavored." he held the lolly, "Suits my baby girl." His hand flipping up your skirt. "Such a sweet girl for her daddy, bringing him home sweets, but you know what the sweetest about you baby girl?"

Your cheeks flushed, your panties soaked transparent, Taehyung taking pride in how his words can make your core weep. He landed a light smack against your aching mound. "W-What daddy?"

"Your cunt is so sweet, the way it drips and ruins your panties when I tell you how much of a dirty girl you are, you know what would make it sweeter?" He smirked his voice Cheshire and carrying hints of mischief that formed a pit in your stomach.

You shook your head, hands gripping his desk, knuckles white. His hand sliding your panties aside, the head of the bubblegum cock spreading your slit, it's crown driving into your folds as he spread your walls with it. A gasp escaping you, it's width and length getting swallowed by your greedy mound. "I always said you were sweet and now I get to taste you at your sweetest." His words were satisfactory to his ears as he landed another harsh slap to your core, his hand pistioning the bubblegum treat into your dripping cunt, his tongue lapping at the sugary slick that dripped from the edges of your folds.

His tongue flicking and his lips sucking around the edges of your stretched cunt, the candy crown prodding at the special bundle of nerves that hid within in you. Taehyung all too familiar with were those special nerves resided. His intentions were mischievous as he continued his ministrations. "Such a sweet little cunt. Is it streching you? I bet it is, the way your little hole trembles when I lick it." His pace increasing as he fucked you with the candy cock. It's head bumping into your bundle of precious nerves.

"You love this, don't you? Bent over my desk, candy cock fucking you raw? Daddy's little bubblegum bitch?" he chuckled as you ever so slightly whine, chest heaving, "I like the sound of that, don't you baby, do you like being daddy's little bubblegum bitch. Daddy's little sweet bubblegum flavored cunt." His pace increasing, his hands keeping your thighs spread, a harsh blow to your ass as he angled his strokes.

"Yes!! Fuckk Daddyy!!"

He chuckled, "Such a needy bitch. Your tight little cunt needs a break don't you think?"

Knuckles white as you gave an eager nod, chest heaving as you felt coiling in the pit of your stomach. "Too bad Daddy isn't finished." He growled, another blow landing to your clit, your sore bud enlarged and twitching, thighs shaking.

"Holy Shit!" he growled, his eyes dark, as he picked up his pace,  your hips gently rising as his thumb padded over your sore bud, your nails clawing at his desk, the sugary slick traveling down your mound and thighs. A sight that Taehyung engrained in his mind. One he wouldn't dare forget. The way you swollen cunt wrapped around the candy cock, your hips shaking as you let out a mewl, tears pricking your eyes as your cunt suffocated the bubblegum shaft. Quick to pull the candy from your core, Taehyung wasted no time in lapping up the sugary slick, his tongue ravenous as he lost his tact his lips, chin and cheek getting coated in a glossy sheen and he couldn't have cared less.

His tongue circled and lapped at your walls, his growls, and groans muffled by your cunt. "S-So fucking sweet." He gave your ass a smack, the palm of his hand giving it a  gentle caress to null the ache. "This is the best treat you could've given me baby girl. Don't you agree?"

Your eyes watery, body trembling, "Yes daddy." The wave of pleasure now succeeding as you looked back to see Taehyung buried in your cunt. Cheeks a permanent cherry tint.

"On your knees."

Not daring to resist you quickly got to your knees, eyes looking up at Tae, his chin and lips glossy, the candy in his hand, a pearlescent sheen around the pink cock, "Open wide baby girl."

Your eyes widened as did your mouth, he rested the lolly's shaft on your wet muscle. "Suck it."

His smirk wide, his pants tight, your mouth wrapped around the sweet shaft, tongue traveling its length, head bobbing. Eyes focused on the man standing before you, his hand holding the stick of the cock. "How does it taste baby girl? Sweet?" He asked, freehand resting atop your head gently guiding it as your mouth sucked the sweet treat. You gave a nod. "That a girl, such a good girl, let daddy have a taste." Pulling your eager mouth from the pink shaft he connected your lips to his in a wet and sugary caress. His tongue tangling with yours as he tasted you from your mouth, his hand setting the bubblegum shaft on the bag you brought it in, his fingers tangling in your tresses.

His eyes trailing to the crushed notes, his tent painful and a noticeable wet spot soaking through his sweats. "Shower now baby girl, Daddy needs to clean you up before we continue," He chuckled gripping your jaw he pulled you into a rough kiss, his teeth nipping at your lips as he pushed your lips away as fast as he pulled you to him. His demeanor playful as he grabbed the lolly once more, his tongue flicking the crown, "Go run a bath baby girl." You gave a whine, but sprung from your knees, the room filled with the panter of your feet as you stumbled excitedly to the bathroom.  

[monstersandmaw]

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[peppers-lament]

You ever just.. see an aesthetic that screams out who you think you are? How you want to be perceived versus how you're able to pull it off is two completely different things. Maybe they were things you loved in a past life, and your soul loved it so much, that it remembered it in the next life so vividly, it's become your personality. I love so many different aesthetics, veiw points, places, things, I'm thinking I'm either multiple souls, or my soul is just so ancient, older than I can comprehend, with memories and emotions I'm not able to properly communicate, that I can't decide on just one part of me.

I love cottagecore, with frilly silky dresses and soft fuzzy cats in a decked out kitchen, covered in flowers being preserved for weaving into bonnets. How hard it was back then to need a single pail over water, and finding it with the cow eating feed lazily out of it. How as delicate as one looked, they were a lot stronger than they seemed. How they made so many tasteful meals for friends that came by, broke bread and laughed and drank wine with one another.

I love witch craft, collecting bones, coins, and trinkets from people or animals who passed on to perform spells and potions, with a loud ass cat that just screams in its chime like voice, dressing in layers and layers of dark purples and greens and blacks, covering myself head to toe in jewelry because each gem provides me with protections and keeps hurtful things away from my mind and spirit.

I love grunge core, being able to make things that don't quite add up into your own style, taking what you can from your parents or older siblings closet, despite it being too big or too small for you, you make it work into your daily outfits, wearing worn shoes that are just as old as your dad's sweater vest, a pearl necklace your grandma had in college, your mom's old pair of pants that ripped so many times you repaired with patches and stitching. Wearing simple gold earrings that was found in the thrift store that were so simple and sweet you fell in love with the fact it was just one dollar.

I love punk or goth core, wearing complete black, punk style being ripped shirts and pants and big and loud shoes with even louder, more dramatic hair. Goth style being a love for death and all things beautiful about how life is unfair yet just, having mushrooms added with skulls and roses. Safety pins serve no purpose other than extra bling and aesthetic, along with the spikes that aren't sharp around your neck or wrists, more serving as a warning to strangers that you aren't one to be approached or messed with. How often times punks hands are scabed over, from too many fights, and how blood is almost always never able to be washed completely off with the chipped black nail polish.

I love the simplicity of dark academia, raining or foggy days, clouded with tension or perspective. A dark green or brown book bag, literally straining at the clasp of the bag being so full of books, notebooks, a laptop, binders, and pencil bag. The trench coats, brown and off gray pallette board that all the clothes have are so bland and boring, yet are comfortable to sit in a desk for hours just reading, absorbing. How smart one is academically, yet knows nothing of street smarts of how the world actually ignores the regular flow of life and society, everything not being able to be recorded for a single person to just read.

Maybe at some point I was all of these things, I hope to be my own aesthetic for my next soul to carry over, and remember and yearn just as much as mine does now.