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AND EARTHROOTED IS OFFICIALLY ARCHIVED !!

i’ve still gotta work on the extended navigation and edit/add tags but parker can be found over here !

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AND EARTHROOTED IS OFFICIALLY ARCHIVED !!

i’ve still gotta work on the extended navigation and edit/add tags but parker can be found over here !

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because i’m indecisive af

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because i’m indecisive af

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hoW did i stumble across a p.rn blog trying to come up with a url for parker ????

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UPDATE !

i’ll be moving blogs to start afresh !!! i’ve still got muse for parker and want all of the things here, but logging on almost always kills my muse, and i figured it’s because it’s a bit of a mess here - this way i can keep my boy alive and get new things going ! i’m currently working on a background and on transferring over important pages but i’ll get around to posting the url once it’s all set !

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Nature + Witch + Writer Moodboard requested by @caleidoscopicstardust

(Requests Reopen Soon)

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hey friends ! i’m going mobile since i’m heading out of town with friends for mlk weekend & won’t be taking my laptop. hmu on discords @ miko miko mi#2940 since i’ll predominantly be on there rather than mobile !

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wesley’s  never  been  able  to  sit  still  –  the  word  his  mother  uses  is  wiggly ,  &  it’s  certainly  not  the  first  time  wesley’s  been  scolded  for  fidgeting .  it’s  a  restless  energy ,  he  supposes ,  that  he’s  carried  with  him  to  adulthood ;  small  wonder ,  then ,  that  dancing  is  the  one  time  he  feels  in  control . 

❝  –  is  it  done  yet ?  ❞  wesley  asks ,  blowing  a  tuft  of  hair  from  his  eyes .   wesley  had  never  particularly  cared  for  flowers  before ,  but parker  really  had ��an  eye  for  this  kind  of  stuff .  ❝ i  wanna  seeeee .   i  bet  it’s  cute  !!  ❞ 

     a faint smile curls upon countenance at the impatience in wesley’s voice ( though not at all at the way the other has yet to complete still, always a ball of energy ready to move ), fingers once again lightly tugging at his hair in quiet reprimand. “it won’t get done if you don’t wait a little,” comes the murmured warning, though parker is all but finished with his handiwork, readjusting the crown so it rests more comfortably upon the other’s head.

     “okay, okay, done ! what do you think ?” he steps back to survey handiwork, the crown of light pink roses, red and white roses always together, all interwoven with sprigs of gladiolus ; it’s a nice contrast to wesley’s vibrant hair, and suddenly the witch is eager to see his reaction ( and to explain the meanings of carefully chosen flowers ).

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@earthrooted L I K E D this post for a starter ♥ ooh supportive buds; we stan

Working on a movie was probably one of the hardest challenges to date but she took it in her stride–she was branching out into the fame and fortune of Hollywood when a famous directer caught sight of her popularity in career and got her in for an interview. Originally Hana hadn’t been planning on becoming an actress but she would give anything a try. She had managed to convince Parker to join her for the much needed support, she was petrified but having him there brought a little bit of ease.

As she was on set, the make up artists and hair stylists were making sure she looked perfect for her shot but she was busy playing around with some prop she had found laying on the floor. Pulling silly faces towards her friend, she tried not to laugh at her own actions before the director told everyone that after this quick scene, they would be packing up for the evening.

It didn’t take long for her to speed through her lines and the many praises and compliments at how beautiful she looked on camera was making her shy before she was allowed to head off. Running over to the male, she wrapped her arms around his torso and embraced him tightly, “I can’t believe you stayed through the whole thing?! We should get some food–my treat!”

     he normally wouldn’t agree to tag along with hana for something as out of his comfort zone as a movie set, always uncomfortable when he was the inner city for any longer than a day, but something childish within him wanted to see the new terrain of a movie set, wanted to see the movie magic that went into making things for the big screen, wanted to see how different hana was when it was just them two hanging out and when she had a role to fill ( both literally and figuratively ).

    while the day was long and the presence of the earth was a dull presence rather than its vibrant self, parker was glad to be there, to support his friend, to watch her be her ridiculously goofy self even amidst the attentive make up artists and hair stylists and directors and lighting crew and whoever else was present, biting back a small chuckle when he saw her goofy expression. attention never lingered far from her, watching the way she spoke her lines near flawlessly, watching the way she was flocked and praised, a small smile remaining a permanent fixture upon lips.

     “you did good, hana.” laughter colored words as he stumbled under her tight embrace, arms wrapping around shoulders to return with a gentle squeeze. “let’s grab something from a small place, like towards the neighborhoods.” away from the towering of skyscrapers and closer to the overwhelming presence of the earth.

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     the demon clicks his tongue, finger wagging in disagreement. shouldn’t the witch know that the fact that there’s a separate word for the two means it’s something entirely different? noeul counts it another win when the witch’s shoulder seizes and he backs away once more, stepping away. this is just too delightful ! “ hm, you could always try. if you don’t you wouldn’t know ! ” noeul wriggles his eyebrows with an unbothered shrug, challenge in his tone barely hidden. “ and let’s just say, i know what you are because of what i am. ” riddles, riddles, riddles; noeul is not intent on making this easy for the witch at all. if the demon truly wanted, he could learn of this witch’s name with just an order to his subordinates but this is far more interesting.

     tongue clicks and he feels like a child being reprimanded, like he is being patronized, and the earth in chest seizes in anger, as parker cannot quite figure out what the patronization is about ( and that upsets him more than the sound itself, than that smugness still coloring the other’s features like an ugly mask ). “i know you won’t leave me alone. you’ll probably show up everywhere and be a nuisance.” as if the stranger isn’t already a nuisance, an annoying headache at his temples. the challenge in noeul’s voice is one he has a petty desire to take on, but is it worth it ? he truly does not wish to be stuck with some annoyance. “so not human. not a witch either.” magic reacts to presence but not in the way it does to other witch’s, yet that means nothing as it does not narrow the possibilities down at all, as there are countless non-human creatures out there, and parker knows only a fraction of the names. “can’t we skip the guessing game and you tell me what you are ?” a belated thought enters mind ; do the protection charms interwoven in shirt and adorning wrists work against him, if it comes to that ? oh, the witch hopes so, guard suddenly higher than it was before.

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❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞ from namoo

     an ache grows beneath chest, unfamiliar yet not in the way roots flourish within veins and threaten to wrap round neck in a noose ready to tighten ; apologetic downcast of eyes is not enough of an apology, one that remains burned onto tongue rather than breathed out. there is no reason that he can possibly think to give, no explanation he can hope to form, that will ease the schism he has put between them ; he feels sick to stomach merely standing as he is now, and the comforting call of the other’s magic is not enough to ease tremors in hands nor lift gaze from floor.

     “i won’t give you excuses.” quiet voice, words that do not waver, and finally a glance upwards, to meet eyes with the other, to face head on the hurt that must surely be coloring namoo’s expression ; the excuses that buzz around mind are paper-thin at best, nothing but a fear of the unknown swirling within the other, curling around them both and threatening to wrap around thin chest relentlessly, nothing but the sudden sensation of being too small in a world whose entirety is present in him. it is not him, so unlike him, but fear has driven him to do irrational things before ( though it is only now he has turned back to face that fear rather than keep it in the past as he’s done before ).

     “i - i should go.” the witch should let fall the apology burning painfully on lips but it feels useful, bound to fail, to incite only an anger in the otherwise soft boy. it feels like another excuse, and those roots round his neck tighten further.

@obciidian // five senses // accepting !!

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     the demon cackles, more than delighted. “ oh dear, oh dear, i didn’t say that. you did. ” he stares after the witch who’d taken a step away, putting distance between the both of them. another win for the demon, he supposes and his lips only curl higher, tighter. “ well, if you’d just give me your name, witchy boy, we wouldn’t be strangers anymore. ” the demon straightens up with a shrug, nonchalant, but glides one step closer, effectively putting him in the other’s personal space once more. “ and before you say it’s not fair, i’m noeul. there, now, it’s fair. ”

     “you implied it which is basically the same as saying it.” it isn’t but that’s not the point here. he hates that smarmy smile adorning the other’s features, hates the nickname that sounds like a barbed insult rolling off tongue, he hates this entire situation, but parker is nothing if not stubborn, shoulders seizing when the other steps forward to close that distance once more. “i think if i tell you my name you won’t leave me alone.” the witch has to take another step back, leaning away from the annoying stranger - noeul, a nice name for someone not quite nice, he supposes. “besides, how’d you know what i am ?” is he going to dread the answer ?

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All those Autumn feels… This Mabon inspired botanical wreath will be available Sept 7

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flower boy kihyun

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THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞