#springstorm

[cozynosy]

SPRING STORM

A redraw of something from arooound 2023? i am proud of my progress

[the-watchmanis216]

Faith and Hope Peter says your redemption was not made with or completed using corruptible things like silver and gold. In the world, these two items are costly, and men crave it for financial security. It took the #bloodofChrist, who was the Lamb of God that bought your #redemption for all people who believer. When discussing the #persecutedchurch, we must remember that the foundation laid by #Christ #Jesus has been literally the hope and faith of countless people. There is nothing in this world that can buy or steal #salvation today. It is by faith and is our Hope as we look to the Lord in these perilous times. #ChristJesus the #LambofGod is also the #Almighty in #Revelation chapter one. It is the foundation of the #church, Christians lives, and the #gospel going forth into all the world. Further, it is the #blood and #martyrdom of #Christian's today that mark the #costofFaith in this world of ours. #Faith, #Hope     🎧Listen now, go to Post:   To get the Books from the Watchman Dana G Smith go to his website https://www.DanaGlennSmith.com   Visit https://Warn-Usa.com

[weathermadness]

While it will be snowing in Wyoming, severe weather will return to the eastern Plains tomorrow. Storms that develop along the cold front may contain damaging winds and large hail. A tornado threat will exist from northeast Kansas into central Iowa in the afternoon.

[verdantvisionsai]

As the storm clouds dance in harmony with the whispers of spring, nature paints a canvas of contrasts in the sky. The air is alive with anticipation, a symphony of thunder and raindrops serenading the earth below. In this moment of atmospheric drama, we are reminded of nature's raw power and enchanting beauty. 🌿🌧️✨

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Ernst Seger

Springstorm

[dissociativewriter]

Once Upon Another Time

Love and Deepspace x Phantom of the Opera

Pairing: Sylus x Christine (OC) x Caleb

wc: ~1.5k

cw: dramatics, implied murder, nothing too bad honestly, maybe actual murder eventually, consensual kidnapping (?) eventually, eventual; not proofread; no beta we die like Josephine

Synopsis: A singer at the opera house, Christine is faced with a Colonel from a childhood she barely remembers and a mysterious figure, called the Opera Ghost, who seems to know all the secrets of the opera house and beyond. Stuck between life above and below the opera house, Christine attempts to balance her care for the two men with her budding career in opera. Unfortunately, it seems neither man will settle for half of Christine’s love.

author’s note: I meant to update this earlier but I got distracted by Isekai!reader. I love this series though and it makes me kinda sad that it’s not getting a lot of notes :(

art found on Pinterest (springstorm art & sesame fruit)

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4- The Mirror

“I’m fine, Raf, I promise.” Christine held his hands close to her chest as she reassured him. “There’s nothing wrong, it’s just paranoia,” she shrugged.

“Sometimes paranoia is right,” Rafayel huffed. His brows furrowed. “You’ll tell me if anything happens, right? If anything seems weird, you come to me.”

Christine let out a light laugh. “Goodness, you’re more worried than I am.”

“Someone has to be,” he whispered. “Christine, I think you should know—” A sharp yet comfortable knock on the door interrupted him, and his voice grew cold as he asked, “Who’s there?”

A slight hesitation. “It’s the Colonel. Is Christine there?” The voice was practiced, trying to place more warmth in his tone through the edge.

Rafayel scoffed. “She’s—”

“Yes, I’m here,” Christine spoke up. She dropped Rafayel’s hands as his head jerked to meet her gaze. “Don’t be mean. I should at least see what he wants,” she whispered.

A sigh. “Fine, just…” His eyes searched her own. “Just be careful.”

Rafayel gave her one final look before walking to the door, with Christine just a few steps behind. He opened it forcefully, his aggression barely concealed as he made eye contact with the Colonel. With crossed arms and a tilted head, Rafayel began his own interrogation.

“What do you need?”

“I’d like to talk to Christine.”

“About what?”

“It’s… private.”

Rafayel raised an eyebrow. “Anything you can say to Christine, you can say to me.”

The Colonel, initially allowing himself to be questioned with the assurance that this was just another person aiming to keep Christine safe no matter how incapable he was, was overcome with annoyance that was quickly seeping into anger. “Not everything involves you. I have a personal matter to discuss with Christine, and I’d advise you to step aside.” His voice was losing the barely-there warmth, giving way to the tone of a commander.

“Why should I leave you alone with Christine? I don’t want to put her in any situation where she feels unsafe, and you’re not exactly creating an air of security!” Rafayel’s hands dropped to his sides, his knuckles nearly white as they balled into fists.

The Colonel’s shoulders straightened, making him seem impossibly larger in the small doorframe. “Listen here—”

“Wait!” Christine grabbed hold of Rafayel’s sleeve, suddenly feeling nervous under the expectant stares of both men. “Raf, just go. I’ll be fine,” she said softly.

A triumphant smile made its way onto the Colonel’s face which greatly contrasted the icy glare he shot Rafayel. “You heard the lady.” He wore a cocky smirk as he sidestepped, leaving a space so Rafayel could leave.

Rafayel turned back to you one final time. “Anything,” he reminded you before quickly ducking out the door.

The Colonel watched him with a frown as he left, stepping into the dressing room and shutting the door behind him. His eyes were still harsh as they observed Christine before flicking around the rest of the room. “Are you two close?” He asked sharply.

Christine blinked at him. “I… guess so? Why do you ask?”

The Colonel still avoided her gaze, continuing to scan the dressing room. “I want to know if he deserves to treat you so casually.”

“Of course he does,” Christine said simply. “He’s my best friend.”

Caleb visibly flinched at this, his hardened eyes softening into something much more vulnerable. He grabbed Christine’s hands softly, leading her to sit down with him. He sat across from her, rubbing soft circles on the top of her hand with gloved fingers, contrasting the ironclad grip he had on her hands. Violet eyes searched her own and Christine shifted in her seat, unsure of why he had requested to meet her privately.

“I know you don’t remember me,” he began hesitantly, “but I remember you. And I don’t want to lose you again.” He sighed deeply, looking into her eyes for a sign of something, recognition or understanding.

Christine took a breath. “Colonel—”

“Caleb. Please.”

“Okay, Caleb,” Christine corrected. “I’m really sorry, but I still don’t recognize you at all. I don’t know what—”

“I know you don’t know who I am anymore,” he interrupted. “That’s fine. I can remind you. I can show you who I am. I can show you I’m someone you should care about.” Caleb took a deep breath. “Because I still care about you.”

Christine gaped at him. “I just don’t know what you want me to do,” she whispered, looking down at their entwined hands, fidgeting slightly.

“I want you to let me be in your life again. I want you to let me protect you.” His eyes burned with an intensity, and he ignored the hesitance on Christine’s face. “I want to keep you in a world where it’s just the two of us.”

Christine’s breath hitched, and she remained silent for a few seconds, unsure of what to say. Looking back up to meet Caleb’s eyes, she nearly flinched away from the barely concealed mania within them. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, trying not to notice how Caleb’s brows drew together. “It’s late. I don’t think you’re in the right state of mind right now. Maybe you’re tired or stressed. Either way, I think we should talk about this later, just not right now. Is that okay?”

At Christine’s promise of a future conversation, Caleb’s forlorn expression was replaced by one of hope. He hastily agreed, saying that he could give her time if that’s what she needed. That he could be patient, but didn’t want to be left out of her life. They had a quick goodbye, eager on Caleb’s part and unnerving on Christine’s.

She shut the dressing room door behind her, leaning against it with a loud sigh. She wasn’t sure how to deal with the Colonel. She definitely pitied him, but there was an air of wild passion around him that put her on edge. The sort of wild passion that leads to near-insanity.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she heard faint footsteps again, growing louder and heavier as they continued.

“Angel of Music?” she murmured.

“Ignorant boy! Trying to bask in your glory.” The voice was there again, losing the playful edge it had before in favor of a tangible tension. “What an ignorant fool! This brave young suitor thinks he is owed something!”

Christine chuckled slightly. “You really hate the Colonel, don’t you?”

“Is there a reason not to?” The voice responded coldly. “He sits there so proudly in his box, sharing in my triumph!” There was a deep sigh, and the voice was calmer, softer now. “I’m sorry, my dear. I lost my composure for a moment.”

She laughed again, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease. She moved to sit, opting to lean against the grand mirror.

The mirror was odd, being with the opera house since its creation. There were lots of rumors surrounding it just like Box 5, saying that it as haunted or something or other. Christine, at first somewhat suspicious of the mirror, had grown to admire it. It became a source of comfort, its strong scent of oak always calming her nerves.

“Tell me, Angel of Music, who are you?” Christine rubbed her eyes as if to rub away the fatigue, but she yawned nonetheless.

“I suppose, my dear, you shall know me, and see why in shadow I hide.” The voice was fond, if not a little stressed at Christine’s question. “Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside.”

Her eyes, previously drooping shut, shot open and she jumped to her feet. She cautiously turned to the mirror, taking a few careful steps forward.

She took a short step back when she was meet with a pair of crimson eyes. Her breathing became shaky, her hands trembling slightly at her sides.

“Hello, Christine.” The man in the mirror tilted his head slightly, a soft smile on his lips as he observed Christine, though it quickly became a frown as her watched her expression. “Please, I don’t mean to frighten you.”

“Who are you?” She asked again.

The man cocked his head in confusion. “Did you really not expect your Angel of Music to be an actual person?”

“I didn’t expect him to be a tall, young, muscular man!” Christine sputtered, her hands waving emphatically. She sighed. “I don’t know what I expected.” She said, quieter now.

The man nodded, perhaps in understanding, perhaps in amusement, or perhaps a mix of both. “Sylus,” he offered.

Christine’s eyes snapped back to his own instead of the floor. “What?” she whispered.

“You asked for name.” He gave a bigger smile this time, still not showing all of it, but she could see the sharp tips of his canines if she looked closely. They reminded Christine of the canines of a predator, and she shivered involuntarily. “It’s Sylus.”

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[mendely]

mendelssohnformer. happy birthday dude, you're a fucked up looking stealth aircraft

thinking of turning him into a tf oc named Springstorm

[sheri42]

Spring Storms; #springstorms #poetry #haiku #smallpoems #napowrimo #napowrimo25

[iffoundreturntosea]

March 29, Day 88/89

Day 88 2015

Grandpa & I made peppermint ice cream today. This little guy came up and was licking the salt from the water we used.

#toocute #country #animal #nature #rabbit #bunny #spring #afternoon #picoftheday #project365 #day88

10 years later, after just seeing him, it was quite a bit different of a visit with my grandpa. Always cherished though.

Day 89 2016

What would you wish for?

#wish #dandelion #grass #yard #nature #outdoors #green #shadesofgreen #march #picoftheday #project365 #day89

Day 88 2017

What I think, turns into sticker

#weeds #grass #lawn #stickers #flora #nature #outdoors #macro #march #picoftheday #project365 #day88

Day 88 2018

Patrick

#beautiful #seagreeneyes #iris #lashes #pools #lookslikethecaribbean #eyeball #eye #theeyesofmarch #march #picoftheday #project365 #day88

Day 88 2019

Pop's place 😻

#vet #vetclinic #animals #dvm #smallbusiness #nationalmomandpopbusinessownersday #march #march29 #2019 #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day88

Day 89 2020

More spring rains on the way

#texas #spring #sunset #clouds #stormy #springstorms #springhassprung #march #march29 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day89

I love me some rainy days. The more the better!

Day 88 2021

I did a thing and it was amazing! 🏝🐴

#Galloway #horse #equine #beach #beachride #horseback #horsebackriding #gulfofmexico #water #march #march29 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day88

Not only did I take a solo trip to Corpus Christi but then I went horse back riding on the beach! I haven't been on the back of a horse since I was a kid. So many big wins for me this week.

Day 88 2022

Red Dahlia

#reddahlia #dahliacoccinea #flowers #spring #texas #pretty #march #march29 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day88

Day 88 2023

It was so cool and the humidity was so low all day, so nice!

#notreadyforsummer #iwontsurvive #winnie #beach #lunchbreak #driftwood #march #march29 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day88

Day 89 2024

During my trip to Missouri I was finding faces everywhere. This one definitely wants to call you up and tell you a juicy secret.

#communication #dailytheme #phone #hiddenface #iseethemeverywhere #march #march29 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day89

A friend saw this and mentioned that hidden faces sounds like a good show or collection name. I might have to do something with this!

[caiusmajor]

Help I haven't even read the short story but I keep listening to this today, mostly just for Cpl. Corgi's Fulgrim.

Yes, please, give me your attention, Fulgrim.

[dairymoos]

Double rainbow so intense

[stockschatz]

Storm cell #champlainvalley #weather #springstorm #stormclouds https://www.instagram.com/p/CA13CtNh3g2/?igshid=1swsc1tc9dw9p

[watchoutforice]

One awesome thing about working from home is you can put out the livestock to graze for the day and then get them in before a fast moving thunderstorm, because you heard the thunder. Beat the rain by less than 10 minutes, all stock and dogs in and under cover, and, good GODS is the thunder rolling and rain pouring down now! That one came on FAST! . #SpringStorm #Thunderstorm #SevereWeather #GonnaGetWet #StormSeason #WallCloud #CloudWall #WorkingFromHome #WFHBenefits (at Wahio Walkabout) https://www.instagram.com/p/CALxTB_HQjY/?igshid=ceyx7d136xab

[verdantvisionsai]

Beneath the tapestry of thunderous spring skies, nature's raw power dances freely, painting the world in hues of stormy beauty. In the symphony of rain-kissed leaves and electrifying winds, one can't help but stand in awe of the majestic forces at play. May the serenity of this moment remind you of nature's fierce yet breathtaking might.

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

My favorite part of spring is the rain and storms! A storm over some tulips. Oh, and Holo glitter rain drops. 😍🌪️⛈️🌷 #holotacospringnailart #storm #nailart #holotaco💿 #sallyhansen #acrylicpaint #springstorm #springnailart https://www.instagram.com/p/B-nJk9xFSlg/?igshid=17ftzmtmf85h7

[dissociativewriter]

Once Upon Another Time

Love and Deepspace x Phantom of the Opera

Pairing: Sylus x Christine (OC) x Caleb

wc: 1.4k

cw: nothing bad in this part but for the rest- implied murder, maybe actual murder eventually, consensual kidnapping (?) eventually, probably angst eventually; not proofread; no beta we die like Josephine

Synopsis: A singer at the opera house, Christine is faced with a Colonel from a childhood she barely remembers and a mysterious figure, called the Opera Ghost, who seems to know all the secrets of the opera house and beyond. Stuck between life above and below the opera house, Christine attempts to balance her care for the two men with her budding career in opera. Unfortunately, it seems neither man will settle for half of Christine’s love.

author’s note: writing Caleb’s perspective while still keeping the ‘mystery’ (even though it’s obvious who he is) was more challenging than I thought. I also feel like I wrote too much chemistry between Rafayel and Christine for him not even being a love interest, but I’m going to establish their relationship as purely platonic in the next part so it’s fine.

art found on Pinterest (springstorm art & sesame fruit)

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2- Think of Me

Christine blinked in the bright light. She stared out at the unfamiliar faces before her, who only stared back expectantly. Christine suddenly felt the weight of the hundreds of people waiting for her, for her singing, for her performance, pushing down deep in her lungs. The weight of their stares, the weight of their expectations, the weight of her ornate ballgown. It all felt like too much, more than she could handle on her own.

With a shallow, shaky breath, Christine brought her posture up; shoulders back, head held high, just as she’d been taught. Her eyes drifted across the crowd as she waited for her cue. Why there was such a delay after the curtain rose, Christine didn’t know. If they didn’t hurry, she noted nervously, she would have to perform unaccompanied.

She looked to Box 5. The center of many rumors and legends that circled the opera house, and an area of particular interest to Christine now. Empty yet imposing, Christine searched for anything in the famed box that could either confirm her suspicions or put her mind to rest. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but Christine couldn’t explain the flash of crimson she’d seen before going on stage. She saw nothing more, however, and was quickly pulled away from her observation as the conductor tapped his baton.

The soft piano notes echoed through the concert hall, and Christine took one final deep breath before beginning her performance.

‘Think of Me.’ A somber song, but beautiful nonetheless. A plea to a past love not to forget. Inherently nostalgic to Christine from a childhood she could not fully remember. Her melancholy voice filled the opera house, capturing the attention of the audience.

Christine’s voice rose as the music swelled, finding her confidence alongside her voice. Settling into the music, Christine didn’t notice the crimson glint in the tall shadowy figure at the back of Box 5, or the Colonel only just taking his seat in Box 3, his interest apparent in his expression.

The Colonel lifted his hat, resting it in his lap as dark brown locks fell over his eyes. Leaning forward, holding onto the railing of the box, he muttered, “Can it be…?” As there was a brief instrumental break in the song, a few shouts of ‘bravo!’ could be heard throughout the concert hall. The violet eyes of the Colonel scanned the singer’s face, searching for something undeniably familiar.

He settled on her eyes, a familiar, determined glint drawing him in. The Colonel was reminded of summers long past, of two children in the countryside. “Can it be Christine?”

The Colonel resolved to meet her after the performance. Although it had been requested that singers not be approached, nothing was out of reach for the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet. And surely an exception could be made for a childhood friend, right?

The Colonel looked over the railing of Box 3, down, over the heads of those in Box 4, into Box 5. Withholding his disappointment on finding it empty, he leaned back in his seat. His eyes fixated on the girl on stage, and as her song came to a close, he felt something settle in his chest.

“After all this time,” he whispered. “I’ve found you again.” His hand flexed as he breathed, “Christine.”

Thunderous applause rumbled through the opera house as Christine curtsied, her smile wide and bright. Hands clasped as she bowed again, Christine was eager to run off stage, back to the safety of her dressing room. The thrill of performance was undeniable, but it was impossible to not crave the comfort and familiarity in this alien experience. She turned from the stage as the curtains closed, immediately met with the blinding grin of Rafayel.

“See? I told you, you’d be amazing!” He pulled her into a tight hug, holding her close.

Christine frantically patted his shoulder. “Raf, you’re suffocating me!” He loosened his grip slightly, pouting into her hair all the while.

“I can’t help it! You were beautiful out there!” She felt his wide grin against her neck as he nearly vibrated with excitement. His voice took a softer tone as he asked, “Do you feel alright? Anything wrong? I know performing can be nerve-wracking.”

Christine rested her head against his chest. “It was scary when I first went on stage. When the music didn’t start, I didn’t know what to do!” She felt Rafayel nod. “But once I got into the song, it was really thrilling.” She smiled.

“I’m so glad, cutie. You let me know if anything goes wrong, alright?” His grip tightened again, but Christine didn’t complain this time. “Your big, strong Raf will come to the rescue!”

Christine snorted, but before she could respond, they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Rafayel raised his head, completely prepared to tell whoever it was to wait their turn, that his cutie just had an amazing performance and he wanted to make sure she knew it, but the words died in his throat when he caught sight of the insignia on his coat. He shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to let go but knowing he should before things escalated beyond annoyance. He reluctantly released Christine under the hard, scrutinizing gaze of the Colonel.

“Christine?” Though the edge on his voice softened slightly, the Colonel still stood before them, tall and imposing. She looked up at him, nodding slightly. “Could I talk to you in private?” He sidestepped beside them, motioning to a secluded hallway backstage. Christine gave one final, curious look to Rafayel, who only mirrored her own confusion, before following the Colonel.

Once they were by themselves, the Colonel grabbed Christine’s hands, tightly engulfing them in his own as if he were afraid she would disappear. Christine looked at him, the shock evident in her eyes even though she tried to keep a neutral expression.

“How can I help you, Colonel?” She swallowed nervously.

His brows drew together. “You… don’t recognize me?”

“Am I supposed to?” Christine cocked her head.

“Yes!” He said a bit more forcefully than he intended, internally wincing as Christine flinched back. “I just…” the Colonel sighed, taking his hat off and running a hand through his hair. He looked back to Christine, eyes wide and pleading. “We were practically raised together. Don’t you remember?”

Christine frowned. “I’m really very sorry, but I don’t remember a Caleb. Maybe you’re thinking of a different Christine?” she offered, her frown only deepening as he shook his head. An impatient cry of her name brought Christine’s attention away from the Colonel, much to his chagrin.

She turned back to him, now offering an apologetic smile. “I’ve got to get going. It was wonderful meeting you, Colonel, and I hope you find who you’re looking for.”

The Colonel stared after her as she ran off, disbelief and disappointment mingling in his violet eyes. A small smile found its way onto his lips as she watched her happily converse with Talia. “Long ago,” he whispered hoarsely. “It seems so long ago. How young and innocent we were! She may not remember me, but I remember her.” Caleb grinned somberly.

After only a couple more performances, the chattering audience was ushered out of the opera house, their praises of the night’s singers echoing in the darkened streets. Christine, in all the bustle of the crowd, managed to sneak away to satiate her curiosity. Swallowing her fear, she forcibly pulled back the curtain leading into Box 5.

She didn’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved upon finding the chairs undisturbed. She took a step further in, searching for any indication of the Opera Ghost. While she stubbornly believed the him to be only a rumor, she couldn’t explain what she had seen before her performance. And who knows, Christine thought, maybe knowing the Opera Ghost wouldn’t be so bad.

She sighed upon finding nothing, but just as she was turning to leave, a glossy black on the arm of the seat caught her eye. She knelt down next to the seat to have a closer look. Carefully balancing the delicate crow’s feather between her fingers, Christine didn’t notice the two watchful eyes on her.

The Phantom of the Opera watched the singer so blatantly intrude upon his space, and, for once, did not act in malice. He stood, attentive eyes trained on her, a long-forgotten emotion passing through his crimson eyes. Maybe someone knowing the Opera Ghost wouldn’t be so bad, he thought.

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