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Pink Moon - April 6 2023

Prepare for the blooming season and make sure you take those allergy meds - it's time for the Pink Moon!

Pink Moon

Named for the appearance of spring flowers, in particular the early springtide ground phlox, the Pink Moon often coincides with the first bloom of the season, with trees and fields in flower and a profusion of color returning to the world after the long bleak greyness of winter. Despite the name, the moon itself does not turn pink to match.

The April full moon is also sometimes known as the Paschal Moon, being the first full moon after the spring equinox. The Christian Easter holiday, which has a floating date, occurs on the first Sunday after the Paschal Moon. Alternate European names for the Pink Moon include Egg Moon and Budding Moon, and some modern pagan traditions call it the Awakening Moon. Indigenous names for this moon include Breaking Ice Moon (Algonquin), Budding Moon of Plants and Shrubs (Tlingit), Moon When The Ducks Come Back (Lakota), Planting Moon (Tunica), and Frog Moon (Cree).

Farmer's Proverb: A full Moon in April brings frost. If the full Moon rises pale, expect rain.

What Does It Mean For Witches?

The Pink Moon is a time for reconnecting with yourself and the world around you. The world is giving a good yawn and stretch after a long winter's sleep and so can we! Get outside if you can and get some fresh air. Explore your area, especially if there's something or someplace new you've been meaning to try. Revisit old haunts and discover what's changed since the last time you were out and about.

Take a moment to assess your current goals and mark your progress. Celebrate your growth and learn from your setbacks. Assess your boundaries as well. Are you making enough time for yourself? Are you letting things or tasks or people intrude where they shouldn't? Is there anywhere that you should be standing firm but aren't? Balance dedication to your work with playtime and relaxation. Remember that you are not required to set yourself on fire to keep others warm. Take time to care for your own needs and address those "I'm Sure It's Nothing" health concerns you've been putting off.

What Witchy Things Can We Do?

By the time the Pink Moon comes around, there's either one more cold spell working its' way through or the first true warmth of spring beginning to appear. If the temperatures are rising to sunny pleasantry in your area, it's the perfect time to start planting your garden.

Whether you have a few pots on a patio or a fully-planned plot or just some well-beloved houseplants, get your fingers into the dirt and transfer those seeds and sprouts to a nice fertile home. You can work various kinds of magic as you do, for growth, fertility, prosperity, tenacity, resilience, protection, whatever seems needful. If you grow your own plants for your magical practice, you can also bless them for their intended purposes. If you don't garden (and not all of us do), you can grab your field guide and pruning scissors and go foraging.

For a fun and easy full-moon spell, set out some gallon jugs of potable water to make Pink Moon Water. This will be excellent for watering your garden...and yourself! (Rainwater isn't safe to drink these days, and water collected from wild sources is dicey even if you boil it, but drinking water works just fine.) You can also cast spells for creativity, change, fertility, happiness, adaptability, and growth. Use whatever methods resonate with you and remember that the most important component of any spell is the witch who casts it.

The earth is blooming, so let's bloom with it!

Happy Pink Moon, witches! 🌕🌸

Further Reading:

Pink Moon: The Fascinating Full Moon of April 2023, The Peculiar Brunette

Pink Moon: Full Moon for April 2023, The Old Farmer's Almanac

Everyday Moon Magic: Spells & Rituals for Abundant Living, Dorothy Morrison

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#Pink Moon #lunar magic #moon magic #witchcraft #witchblr #pagan #full moon #lunar calendar

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lightwritesym · 7 months

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TOTK Prequel Fanfic: In Three Years... [PART 1]

It’d been a few years since Ganon had been defeated–three years to be exact. After visiting all regions of Hyrule, Zelda and Link return to Hateno village to rest for a few months. Rebuilding efforts are underway and the Princess–now twenty years of age–couldn't be happier, especially now as Link is back at her side. The Silent Knight himself felt just as content; he was always happy so long as his Princess was safe and sound.

But the Princess wasn’t safe from her regrets.

Link’s house was simple and quaint, with only one floor and a loft. It was those little touches of color and light that Zelda brought into the residence–with Link’s permission–that made it feel homely for her. It might not look like much when you first open the door, but light the fireplace, bring out the eye-catching ceramics, add a few wildflowers in a vase for color, and it transforms into a place of warmth and comfort.

Zelda loved it so much that she asked Link if a cooking pot could be fitted in his home so she could learn to make all the unique dishes they had in their travels. He agreed to the idea, but only under the condition that she would follow a recipe and not her own. It was the first big addition to the house after a series of small ones and the princess was looking forward to doing more in the future–with Bolson’s help, of course.

She liked living the simpler life–but why? Zelda wondered this until she thought back to her early life in the Castle.

The cold, stone walls surrounding her.

The servants bustling in and out of her room.

The giant banners reminding her she was royalty.

And of course, the expectations that came with.

But here in Hateno Village, everyone showed nothing but unrequited love for their princess. The first day she moved to the village, she was given new clothes to wear, food to eat, and flowers to make her smile. The Mayor saw to it that every one of her needs were met, so long as the people could help it. All the elders taught her useful skills, such as sewing or preparing ink to write with.

But the children–goodness, those children!

They were especially fascinated with her highness, particularly for her knowledge of the wild; all it took was one small lesson on the different types of frogs there were on a rainy day, and the questions all came flooding in–the princess never felt so elated to answer them! It took parents calling their tiny scholars home for Zelda to finally catch a break. The Mayor’s daughter, Karin, gave her a big hug before running home, expressing how excited she was to learn more from the princess.

“Goodnight Miss Zelda!” The girl had said. It filled the princess with contentment; never had she felt so overwhelmed with open arms and joyful faces. Hateno Village was truly the place to call home.

But…

The more she pondered those smiling faces, why did it make Zelda feel more and more–guilty?

“Princess?”

Zelda shook her head out of her reverie. She was seated at the dining table, book in hand, with a half-empty plate beside her. “Y-yes?” she stammered. How long had she been staring off into space?

Link was standing by the door.

“I’m going to grab some rice and eggs from East Wind.” He said. “Do you want anything?”

“Oh–Milk,” Zelda said, forcing a smile. “I know I’ll sleep better after a warm cup of milk.”

Link nodded. He turned and reached for the door handle when he paused. Zelda looked up at him, anticipating a question from him. Instead, he shook his head–

“I won’t be long.” Link said before the door shut behind him.

That much was true. He wouldn’t take longer than ten minutes, which was all the time Zelda needed to get ready for bed.

Closing her book, she left it on the table to get changed up in the loft.

But as she undressed, the princess became lost in her thoughts again; this always happened after traveling through Hyrule for months. On the road, Zelda was never so distracted. Obviously, her mind had been occupied by the rebuilding efforts and the needs of her people that she hardly had the time to sit down and just be on her own. At some point under all that stress, Zelda was practically begging for a break from her duties–

But now that she and Link were taking an extended break after three years of almost non-stop travel, she suddenly felt–unease? Was that the right word?

Zelda wasn’t so sure; it wasn’t that she felt unsafe by any means, especially not with Link at her side, but those voices of doubt that once plagued her mind a hundred years ago somehow resurfaced, taunting her. She thought she was beyond those voices but seeing those faces–the faces of her current subjects, so few in numbers–they all had to adapt to living on the edges of the world because Zelda couldn’t stop the Calamity in time. The way they were living now, vulnerable to weather or monster attacks out in the wild, was because she had failed them long before they were born and they didn't even know it. The villagers were so welcoming to a long lost princess–

But if they found out that she was responsible for the kingdom’s downfall, how would they react? How would they treat her then?

Zelda thought about the elders of Hateno and the stories they told of their families; how their parents clamored to escape central Hyrule and the loved ones they lost amidst the chaos. To this day, none of them know if they have any surviving family members around the kingdom. If they somehow did, they're too old to travel alone and are far more vulnerable to the elements and monsters.

“It took a few decades for the village to feel safe here,” Uma had said to Zelda a day ago. “My husband wanted to start a family but I had that feeling in my heart that we needed to wait until the world was a little safer. My darling was upset with me–he thought I’d lied to him about wanting to settle down, but that was far from it.” The old woman sighed. “After five years, when those bokoblin hordes migrated towards the west, we all breathed a sigh of relief. My husband felt so guilty and apologized thereafter. We had our baby the next year and became the family we’ve always wanted.” Uma had smiled fondly at the last sentence. “Take it from an old woman–at some point in your life, you’re going to have to make sacrifices for the people you love, even if it hurts them.”

Those last words resonated within Zelda–why?

The princess laid awake under the covers, dressed in her nightshirt. It was all she could do while her mind raced with all the kingdom’s grievances post-Calamity.

Then she heard the front door click open followed by footsteps.

“Princess?”

It was Link. He was back from East Wind.

But rather than greeting him, Zelda remained still under the covers. She heard him call her again, then his footsteps walking up the stairs. She closed her eyes, and took slow breaths. She didn’t see him, but after a few moments of silence, she heard him descend to the bottom floor.

She hoped Link didn’t feel bad.

The night brought on a chill. Regardless if Zelda had the sheets on her person, her skin prickled as the core of her body shook violently–did Link forget to add fuel to the fire place?

Perhaps the window needed to be shut–but was it not already closed? Zelda remembered doing so.

Why was she so–

Cold?

Shaking, Zelda propped herself up on her hands and called for Link.

“Link–”

AHHHHHHHH!

Screams.

There were screams everywhere.

Zelda shot up from bed and looked around–it was dark, but from the cracks in the window, she could see a glow of red wisp seeping through. The Princess gasped and jumped out of bed, backing away.

“Link?” She called again. When no answer came, she ran downstairs to find the first floor of his house empty. Even the furniture was gone, all except–the dining table and the vase full of silent princesses, now wilted. Zelda looked at their pitiful state.

“But… these were just picked–”

The door burst open, but Zelda had no time to react when Link, in his tattered champion's tunic, grabbed her hand, and hauled her outside his house. She yelled in protest, but the Hero wasn’t listening–she didn’t even have a chance to look at his face. She tried to pry his hand off of her arm until she realized–they were no longer in Hateno, but a burning Castle Town.

And Zelda was no longer in her nightshirt, but her ceremonial dress. The sky burned an angry red color, and the sun’s rays felt more like a burning blaze than a gentle warmth. The Guardians, she saw, aimed at innocent, helpless, lives. Families–mothers, fathers, grandparents–and children–All vaporized in the blink of an eye.

It was all Zelda could do to not scream, but she had to keep running with Link.

They made it past the gates of Castle Town, but rather than veering off into the east, Link kept running straight ahead.

“Link! Where are we going?!” Exclaimed Zelda.

But he didn’t respond.

When they crossed onto the Sacred Grounds, Zelda finally ripped her arm free from his grip. She massaged her sore forearm and noticed the red marks where the Hero’s fingers had grappled her.

Link stopped just a few yards before her, his back turned to her.

“We have to find Impa!” The Princess called out to him. “She said she’d–wait for us…” Zelda trailed off. It was then she realized–how quiet the world became. Not even the wind blew.

But the sky was still red.

And Zelda felt even more cold.

“You failed.”

She looked up at the Hero.

“W-what?” she gasped. “Link–how could you–”

“Is it not true, princess?” He sounded so–so–Robotic. “You failed to unlock your sacred power–you failed to stop the Calamity.”

Zelda stood frozen in the center of the Sacred Grounds. She always felt weak and helpless–but Link never judged her. He would never say these things to her–unless this is how he truly felt about her.

“You’re–you’re not the Link I know.” Zelda said, growing in confidence. “The Link I know, he–he would never say these things because understands me!” She pointed at the imposter. “So tell me right now–who are you?!”

The puppet of Link started to chuckle in his voice–then the chuckle crescendoed into an evil cackle–and finally, maniacal laughter until his body slowly disintegrated into gloomy red wisps.

But now… there stood a familiar figure in the distance. Zelda’s eyes widened in shock.

“F-father?”

King Rhoam walked towards the Sacred Grounds from the south. Wait–

How did he escape Hyrule Castle? That was the last time Zelda saw him before he…

She shook her head.

“This–this must be a dream.” She said to herself.

“Oh no, Zelda.” said his voice in her head. “This is no dream, princess.”

The Princess looked up to see her Father standing before her–without a face. She backed away.

“I-I’m asleep and dreaming–” she told herself when she bumped into someone behind her. She spun around to see Urbosa–also faceless.

“No–this is reality.” She heard her voice in her head. “You did fail–one hundred years ago.”

“Now look at us–” said Mipha’s voice in Zelda’s head. The Champions appeared around Zelda, also faceless.

“Look at them.” said Daruk’s voice in her head.

Zelda soon found herself looking in every direction, seeing standing, faceless bodies of Hylians, Zoras, Gorons, Ritos, Grerudos–all Hyruleans, all of Zelda’s people. They all perished in the Calamity and Zelda now saw how many suffered.

“This is all because of you.” Revali's voice said in her head.

“Because you failed.” King Rhoam’s voice said. “And now you must pay the price.”

Zelda tried running in one direction but was blocked by a wall of faceless bodies, closing in on her. She tried running in another direction, but to no avail.

She was trapped–she had nowhere to go.

Zelda fell to her knees, tears falling from her eyes as she begged–

“Father! Urbosa!”

They all closed in on her.

“N-no! Please!”

And closer.

“I couldn’t–!”

And closer…

“Forgive me!”

And closer–

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Link sprang up from his cot and grabbed his knight’s sword before running up the stairs in one swift motion. His heart was beating fast–who or what got in his house? How could he not have heard–

He paused at the top of the stairs, only to see Zelda screaming and writhing in bed. Without a second thought, Link dropped his sword and hurried to her bedside. He reached for her flailing arms, trying to keep them from hitting him.

“Princess!”

“NO, LET ME GO!”

Her eyes were still closed as she fought him. Finally, Link pinned her arms down at her sides as he said–

“Zelda, open your eyes!”

When Zelda opened her eyes, she saw Link looking over her–then screamed at the sight of him. He stepped back, hands raised in defense in case she tried striking him–not that she would ever do that to him, but with the state she was in, Link wasn’t so certain. He kept his distance.

"It's okay.” He said.

Zelda's eyes had so much fear in them. She was a sweaty mess and her hands gripped the bed sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"It’s okay," Link said again. “It’s me.”

After a moment, Zelda slowly looked around the room. The fireplace was still lit, but the fire burned low. And the moonlight glowed a pale white through the window.

No red sky–no faceless people.

And Link was here with the most concerned expression she’s seen from him.

Zelda felt for the center of her chest–her heartbeat was finally slowing down as reality settled in. Then she broke down crying into her hands.

Before Link could say anything, there was an urgent knock on the door. Zelda became fearfully quiet.

“Link!” called a man’s voice from outside. “Is everything alright?!”

Link took one look at Zelda before hurrying down the loft to answer the door. When he opened the door, Thadd, Nack, and Rhodes greeted him with pitchforks and a farming hoe.

“We heard screaming,” said Thadd. “It sounded like the Princess. Is she alright?”

“...Ah.” Link hesitated to reply. “She’s, uh…” He stopped when he heard sniffling up the loft. He sighed, turning back to the men.

“She will be alright. I can’t say anymore than that.”

The men didn’t appear all too satisfied with that answer, but they weren’t going to argue with him. Not at this hour anyway.

“Let us know if there’s anything we can do to help,” said Nack. “You know I live close.”

After saying their goodbyes, Link quietly shut the door. He didn’t hear Zelda crying anymore, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t upset. He took the stairs to the loft and when he made it into her field of view, he saw her curled up on the bed, clutching onto her pillow.

Link carefully approached her and knelt down by her bedside. He took her hand into his.

"It was only a nightmare." He said.

"No, it wasn’t…!” She cried. “It was the Calamity! All those people–the ones we saw in Castle Town when the Guardians cornered them and they… they…!"

Link reached for the bedside drawer to pull a clean cloth; he held it up to her.

“Here.”

Zelda slowly craned her head up and took the cloth with a shaky hand. She sat up slowly, wiping the sweat and tears off her face. Link gave her a moment to compose herself. She dropped her hands into her lap and took a ragged breath.

“That’s not all,” she said. “It wasn’t just Hylians, but all the other races and…” She looked down at the cloth in her hands. “Our friends... My father… they said I had failed them…!”

Her face twisted with grief as the tears began to flow once more. Link sat by her side.

“I know there’s no changing the past, but I can’t help this–this feeling of guilt when the people of Hyrule are still struggling…” She closed her eyes, recalling what the elders of Hateno had told her and the people's plethora of needs. The burden weighed on her heart like lead.

“How can I protect the people if I’ve already failed them once…?”

Zelda felt Link’s hand atop of hers again. She looked up at him with a tear-stained face; there was a tenderness in his eyes that soothed something in her soul.

“My Princess,” He said softly. “Before I was appointed to you, I had made the decision to not speak. That decision has taught me to be grateful for becoming a Knight of Hyrule–but it has also taught me to listen. Of all the people whom I’ve had the pleasure–or displeasure–of meeting, none of them compared to the struggles that you’ve endured.” Link closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the times Zelda had been berated and yelled at by her father. “You did everything you could to fulfill your destiny–even if the attempt was futile, you still tried because you had hope that something would come of it. You did it out of love for your people, and because of that-you yelled at me in frustration, but I understood why." He chortled slightly at this before turning solemn. "You don't realize how many people love you or, at least, learned something from you-I know I have.” His brows furrowed with self-reproach. “During the trial of the sword, I failed so many times for days on end–every time I reawakened before the sword’s pedestal, I… I thought that the sword was wrong in choosing me. I was ready to give up until I remembered all the sacrifices you made–how you never stopped trying, no matter how futile the attempt was.” Link shook his head. “I wasn’t going to let your efforts go to waste. I was determined to keep trying, no matter how long it took, so that I’d be strong enough to defeat Ganon. I wanted to defeat him, to free you, because…”

Link stopped.

He told himself he would never mention this to anyone, let alone Zelda. The words that lingered on his tongue would make him a burden to her, something he forbade himself to become; he was her knight and that is how it should be, nothing more than that–

“...Because what?” Asked Zelda. She looked so helpless–she needed comfort, and he was the only person who could give her that. But if he said these words, their relationship would forever change. Was Link prepared to go through with it?

Yes. He most certainly was.

“...I wanted to see your beautiful smile again.”

He couldn’t even look at her while saying those words.

Zelda was speechless–this was how he felt all along?

All these years, she thought Link was only trying to save face because of her royal status–but hearing him open up, realizing that she’d always been on his mind from the moment he was at her side…

It made her cry even more.

Link appeared worried and was beginning to regret everything he said so intimately to her highness when she leaned into his chest.

“Link, hold me–Please…” She begged.

How could he say no?

He held her close in his arms, and Zelda never felt so safe and relieved.

[END OF PART 1]

#fanfic #post botw #prequel #tears of the kingdom #fanfiction #zelink #zelda #link

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ravendruid · 10 months

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#6 from the fluff prompts, with perc’ahlia?

[Hi anon. Sorry this took so long. I hope you like it!] The one who usually doesn't get sick gets sick.

Percy doesn’t usually sleep early, not when most nights are assaulted by nightmares and others by insomnia. Because of this, finding him in the kitchen boiling water is not a rare occurrence. Although he usually has the faded green tin of brown grounds next to him, ready to scoop spoon after spoon into the royal-purple mug, tonight he has a soft salmon-colored ceramic jar with herbs and flowers, a tea given to him by Keyleth as a wedding gift. He hums a quiet melody as he tumbles his fingers on the white marbled stone of the countertop, looking at the dark window with unfocused eyes so he doesn’t see his reflection in the black pane. The paleness of his skin is such a high contrast that one could easily consider him a ghost.

As usual, the man’s mind is full of ideas, sketches, a tinkering to-do list for the next morning, worries and memories. He jumps from one to the other like a frog jumping on lily pads in a pond, some bringing him happiness, some concern, others sadness. It’s rare that he sits still to think nowadays, opting to busy himself with tinkering, paperwork, or, more often than everything else, his darling wife, whose stomach grows visibility every month. He snorts as the kettle’s whistle calls him back to the material world. Here he is, in his twenties, living a life he never thought he deserved: married to an amazingly beautiful and smart woman with his firstborn child on the way.

Percy doesn’t dwell further on that feeling. Vex’ahlia needs him tonight, and he has no desire to let her wait more than she has to. A wave of sickness has been traveling through the castle, from server to server, and from all people, Vex, the epitome of health, had to be the one getting sick, as if being pregnant isn’t already bad enough. Like the kind-hearted man his parents taught him to be—Percy snickers again at the thought of a younger Percival considering himself a kind man—he trades the workshop for his bed chambers, his tools for the chamber pot, and the coffee at late hours of the evening for a calming tea.

“Vex’ahlia,” Percy calls softly in case his wife has finally fallen asleep.

“Hm?”

Vex turns in bed, the damp sheets sticking to the swell of her stomach and breasts—much to his delight, Percy noticed one did not come without the other. She looks radiant still. Even with her dark hair falling off her braid, the dark circles growing larger underneath her eyes, and the beads of sweat that trickle down her neck to her exposed shoulders. Percy swallows hard, trying to focus on the task at hand.

“I brought you some tea. It should help you sleep, dear.”

“Thank you, darling.”

Percy notices Vex has more color to her cheeks than she had that morning. Her eyes are more focused as she takes the hot mug, twinkling under the candlelight on her nightstand. Percy raises his hand, slowly and carefully, giving Vex the opportunity to reject him, but she doesn’t—she never does—and he brushes his thumb along the apple of her cheeks as she slowly sips on her steaming herbal tea. She hums happily at the liquid that burns in her throat as her eyes crinkle up in a smile.

“I could get used to this,” Vex’ahlia must definitely be feeling better because her smugness is back. “Being pampered and taken care of.”

Percy snorts, shaking his head in disbelief, “Dear, don’t I already pamper you enough?” He places a hand on her belly as if it helps make a point. Vex throws her head back with a laugh and nods. Her hand comes to meet his on the swell, and she leans in to press a soft, chaste kiss to his cheek—not his lips, lest he fall sick next.

“Yeah, you do, dear. More than you should.”

#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #perc'ahlia #prompted #I really like this one :') it's sweet

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dark-elf-writes · 11 months

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!!!!!!!!!!

Hashirama isn’t allowed to participate in the plant contests because his chakra makes them grow to absurd heights.

Naruto’s apartment looks like a literal jungle by the time he’s six.

The Aburame bugs like to visit because of the wide selection of quality plants and strong ambient chakra.

By the time Naruto is seven, all his flower pots have seals inscribed on them to help them grow, to turn colors when they need water, detect sickness, etc.

Naruto thinks Kakashi’s chakra feels like cool rain in a thunderstorm and it’s a comfort to him even when the warmth of his body gets a bit much.

Kakashi would go on a murderous rampage if someone broke a leaf off of “Miss. Storm Bringer” or “Mr. Sky Splitter.” He is also very dutiful in taking care of them and has Pakkun drop them off at Naruto’s with babysitting money.

Alternatively, Kakashi could try really hard to keep them healthy but ultimately be so so bad at it. Whenever he drops them off, Naruto has to replace it with a decoy to prevent Kakashi from being sad. Like a parent replacing a dead goldfish. He, somehow, never finds out and just thinks not seeing the plants for a while makes him think they look better when he comes back. This belief is reinforced when they start looking the same as always after a day or so with him.

Hashirama and Naruto hold funerals for the dead plants with the ghosts their named after crying in the background. Whenever a new generation is sent off, they get a speech for their “bravery and valor” and are thanked for their “sacrifice for the cause” which is making Kakashi happy.

Maybe after the 10th generation, the ghosts protest letting more of their plants die so Naruto straight up replaces it with a plastic plant which Kakashi still waters per usual. Who knows if he ever finds out.

As much as I’m a sucker for Kakashi getting way too into plant care and treating them like his actual children like he treats the ninken like his siblings, the image of him slamming into Naruto’s Rainforest Cafe ass apartment (complete with stoned looking tree frog Naruto drive at the insistence of one of the ghosts years ago) just all “HOW LONG WRRE YOU GOING TO LET ME WATER A PLASTIC PLANT” is very very funny to me.

Though I vote Naruto does this with Sasuke because boy is barely able to keep himself alive most days with all that bitter need for therapy and would absolutely forget to water a real life plant.

The Uchiha are torn between laughing and crying because this little shit is the one they all died so he could live.

Wait

Dogs can see ghosts.

Pakkun comes to the apartment for the first time to ask Naruto to babysit Kakashi’s new plant daughter and nearly loses his mind because why the fuck are there so many dead people here INCLUDING SAKUMO who even if Kakashi didn’t have the summons yet they would still eventually know of him.

Naruto has to bribe all of the ninken into not telling with the most belly rubs because boy cannot afford to feed them for their silence even with Kakashi’s complete lack of understanding of how much money is reasonable to watch a houseplant for three days.

#the elf talks #naruto #kakashi is essentially tossing a hundred dollars at a child to water his plant for maybe a day depending on the plant #(his way of making sure Naruto has things he needs like food and more plants)#the yamanakas adore Naruto tbh #also I’m so used to anything ghost related being Izuku so the number of times I have mixed up my sweet haunted sons #ghosts and greenery

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torturedpoetemotions · 1 year

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Trying to clean out my screenshots folder because it is way too big but I am coming across so many good tags from people in doing so!! Like the fact that Dean and Cas WOULD be the type to have a cluttered house full of knick knacks and half-finished projects and repurposed items, because Cas would see the beauty in it and Dean lived so long with scarcity that he can't just throw things away.

Cas has a lot of plants yeah but not a single flower pot. Instead he's growing flowers in old boots and chipped coffee mugs and cracked mason jars. Half the plants are actually plants. The other half are lovingly cultivated weeds. Dean made a little walkway that leads up to the house but it's out of salvaged bits of broken brick and cool rocks Jack brought home.

They put their Christmas lights up that first year and never took 'em down. The fridge is covered in photos held on with magnets they bought at gas stations on various road trips. The back yard is slowly accumulating car parts and other useful junk. There's a bath tub out there that Dean helped Cas convert into a frog pond, with a toilet bowl rigged up as a fountain. There's a windmill that used to be one of the wheels on a busted-up Camaro powering the electricity for Dean's workshop, which used to be a wood shed.

Cas keeps chickens and pigs and bees, all in sturdy but makeshift homes made out of salvaged junk. The porch railing is lined with wind chimes and sun catchers made out of random shit Dean or Cas or Jack found, anything that clinks satisfyingly or throws the light. None of their furniture matches and every room is painted a different color.

All their wash cloths are bits of flannel from shirts that couldn't be salvaged as shirts any longer. Their books are dog-eared used copies bought secondhand. Dean's taped the covers back on a few of them. They keep them on a shelf made of old apple crates. There are photos and mementos on every wall, every one in a different type of frame. None of their dishes or silverware match. There are wildflowers in a red solo cup on the kitchen table, left over from the supplies for their last cookout. The cup, not the flowers. Dean brought those home for Cas yesterday when he got back from yardselling.

#supernatural #destiel #hillbilly angel #kansas man

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cg-saturn · 2 years

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Rainy spring day outfit and activities/toys for outdoorsy toddler with pinks and greens and blues, likes bunnies and winnie the pooh and bugs that arent spiders or worms. Like beetles and butterflies. Include raincoat, rain boots, and umbrella please!!

A few Rainy Day Ideas

Outside activities!

Make friends with wildlife! Be careful with newts and frogs, amphibians breathe through their skin, so you wanna get your hands extra dirty by rubbing them on the ground before touching them! That way it covers any chemicals like bug spray or even just natural oils and keeps our little pals safe!

Go forraging for leaves and sticks to make a potion! When it's raining, it's perfect to set a pot outside and create a mud pie or magic potion (just don't drink it kiddos!)

Pick some wildflowers in the rain! Set a jar out while you're collecting them so you can use rain water to put them in after.

Make some art in the rain! Use leaves, mud, flowers, and even paint or chalk and let the raindrops falls around the page and create unique and beautiful works with the help of nature!

Inside activities!

Have a tea party with stuffies

Build a pillow fort!

Have a kids movie marathon

Make friendship bracelets for you and your stuffies!

Build something with Legos or blocks!

Do some coloring or finger painting!

@hey-little-mya thank you for the request!

Requests are open in askbox!

Dni: k!nk/nsfw, maps, terfs, homophobes, transphobes, anti-agere

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townofcadence · 4 months

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Muse Information - Saffron Seileán

Directory | Character List

Basic Information:

Full Name: Saffron Seileán (Sh-eyl-yan)

Nicknames: Saffy-Taffy, Saff

Age: 26

Date of Birth: He doesn't really celebrate (July 21st)

Nationality: American

Accent: American, but voice sound is a little uneven because he has anxiety speaking. kinda a so-cali accent almost underneath that

Blood Type: B

Pronouns: He/Him or They/them

Sexuality: He knows he's gay, but he's questioning if he might be bi

Relationship Status: Single [crush on Jace]

Occupation: Florist and Owner of flower shop The Flower Trellis

Physical Traits:

Height: 5’7” (170.18 cm)

Weight: 267 Lbs. (121.11 kg)

Eye Color(s): red

Hair Color(s): a cool green, with brighter warm green

Notable Features: two toned hair in cool and warm greens, with a pair of square wire-frame glasses. he has a prosthetic hand with a wood patterned design and almost consistently muddy work boots. his overalls have a small frog on the pocket, as well as lillipads for pockets. he has tattooes on his left bicep, and on his neck, and a link cuffed earring of a flower pot and forget-me-nots on one ear, and a green fern on the other. he often wears a shift with mushrooms on the sleeves.

Nature: anxious, gentle, nuturing, timid, outdoorsy

Art Ref (will be updated when possible):

#Saffron #Muse Information #mobilefriendly #Saffron Seileán

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thedeadthree · 2 years

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CHARACTER NATURE AESTHETICS

hi! i was tagged by the darlings @risingsh0t, @blackreaches, @chuckhansen, @leviiackrman and @dihardys to do this cutest tag game for a few loves! ty so much! <3 (x)

TAGGING: @griffin-wood, @queennymeria, @marivenah, @confidentandgood, @yennas, @aartyom, @swordcoasts, @florbelles, @shellibisshe, @jackiesarch, @jacobseed, @belorage, @virassan, @shadowglens, @heroofpenamstan, @multiverse-of-themind, @celticwoman, @inkrys, @adelaidedrubman, @roofgeese, @steelport, @flyntz, @arklay, @roberthouses, @aceghosts, @alexandbear, @pheedraws, @loriane-elmuerto, @rosebarsoap and you!

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms (if you know you know), shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes (prefers gold), fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors (if she wants for something she will have it), biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

Cottagecore

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion (HUGE NO), watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

Cottagecore

Zen Gardencore

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

#only if you want to of course! 🖤#oc: lioslaith mac ruaidhrí #oc: adda de trastamara #oc: zoya de tancarville #oc: holland willoughby #leg.ocs #leg.tagged #leg.txt #if you have done this already please feel free to ignore! and if i missed you please take this as your tag!#THANK YOU SO MUCH BELOVEDS <3 #i will for sure be doing this with more ocs..! this was so cute to do!#ajsnkak lioslaith in the last two sessions on picking mushrooms IM SCREAMING.. she wishes not to kansxkajs #(they are at times fae affiliated and alive and like.... as the heir of an empire she wishes not to make enemies of potential allies..?)#i also realized i liked zoya better (the name meaning is more fitting! its 'from zeus' and her being descended from ->#a vampiric divine being her name meaning 'from a god' FIT SO WELL for her you know?)#i still need to figure out what her class is but ill get to play her in 3 days so ill determine that then! <3 #i love that holland aligned with so many of the aesthetics here <3 that ex personal assistant was MEANT for life in stardew <3 #zoya LOATHING beaches and cottages asnjkhnxdk but that dearest the most in love with the zen garden..! love that for u!#even the chaotic/lawful evil aligned (it varies on her mood that day ajnxksn) need *peace* u know <3 #also SCREAMING how much zoy VEHEMENTLY loathes trusting anyone especially her family.. so that's why that was a HARD no asnk #given her back story its so on brand! also loving for adda that she also felt the most at home with the garden aesthetic!#shes also lawful evil aligned jsanxn (at times lawful neutral bc though power hungry she still loves her people <3)

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beaniebabs · 4 months

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hey man i fuckin love yall btw (very /p). all of my mutuals and everyone else are so lovely and talented and cool and i love being sillay with you guys. and we are all little worms in a flower pot or something. and i love your art and i love your freakish obsessions (/j we are all insane) and i love your posts and. giving you dirt because we are worms friends. i love everyone peace and love on the planet earth. everything is gonna be okay. frogs and parasaurolophus and the color blue exist okay? so it’s alright. and. hi [:

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risingsh0t · 2 years

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oc nature aesthetics.

tagged by my dears @dihardys @leviiackrman @blackreaches @chuckhansen thank you!! 💗🌿

tagging @indorilnerevarine @shellibisshe @jackiesarch @florbelles @marivenah @arklay @montliyets @aartyom @fenharel @loriane-elmuerto @kingsroad @yennefre @shadowglens @queennymeria @devil-kindred if you want!

rules: bold what always/definitely applies, italicize what sometimes applies, strikethrough what never applies.

Cottagecore

Zen Gardencore

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

Cottagecore

Zen Gardencore

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

#tag game #oc: wren #oc: arielle #really wanted to use wren bc it didn't seem like she'd fit any lmao #but forestcore makes the most sense actually!#arielle being zen gardencore followed by beachcore is extremely accurate

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arclantis-blog · 11 months

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Colorful Frog Flower Pot

Talavera Planter, Super Cute & Colorful Ceramic Owl Flower Pot > Great for Indoor or Outdoor Usage > Talavera Potttery is Handmade and Hand Painted in Mexico

> Pot Measures 7” Tall by 8.5” Wide by 9.5” Deep; Weighs 3 lbs > Contains a hole in the bottom for drainage > Handmade Condition means it may contain slight imperfections > Handmade Condition means subtle color variations might occur as well

To learn more about the product, click here.

#Colorful Frog Flower Pot #Ceramic Planter #Talavera Pottery #Indoor Outdoor Planter #Talavera Pot #Mexican Planter #Small Pot

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leviiackrman · 2 years

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OC Nature Aesthetics;

I was tagged by the fabulous @dihardys, thank you macy I love you sm macy🤍

Tagging: @chuckhansen @risingsh0t @arklay @queennymeria @simonxriley @florbelles @indorilnerevarine @saintsilver @confidentandgood @virassan @thomrainer @marivenah @duffmckagans @liurnia @jackiesarch @blackreaches @multiverse-of-themind @trvelyans + @shellibisshe

Rules: bold what always/definitely applies to your oc, italicise what somewhat/sometimes applies, strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies.

Cottagecore:

Zen Gardencore:

Junglecore:

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore:

Beachcore:

Mountain/Meadowcore:

Cottagecore:

Zen Gardencore:

Junglecore:

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore:

Beachcore:

Mountain/Meadowcore:

#tagged*#dihardys #oc: margot durand #oc: asami enatsu #thank you!#these were so accurate for these girls #Margot is a mix of cottage core/forestcore/mountain core #Asami is zen gardencore/beachcore!#love how specific these were too

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strafethesesinners · 2 years

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OC Aesthetics-NatureCore

Tagged by lovelies @deputyash and @harmonyowl to fill this out for my oc (s)

Rules: bold what always/definitely applies to your OC, italicize what somewhat/sometimes applies, strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies

Cottagecore:

Homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows.

Zen Gardencore:

Rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and goddesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud.

Junglecore:

Exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, up cycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit.

Forestcore:

Deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore:

Seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass.

Mountain/Meadowcore:

Watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones.

I’ll tag @unleashed111 @multiverse-of-themind @belorage @florbelles @henbased @adelaidedrubman @josephslittledeputy @nuclearstorms @sleepfight @allthearchetypes @ishwaris @harlow1898 @amistrio @foofygoldfish @cobb-vanthss @shallow-gravy @blackreaches @heroofpenamstan @redroci @clicheantagonist @wraithsoutlaws @vasiktomis @shellibisshe @purplehairsecretlair really whoever wants to! I know I always forget people:(

#oc aesthetics #Cooper aesthetic #no Heath this is too long lol #just one #oc: Cooper McCoy #no desertcore for Coop :(#but! seems like he is a tie between jungle core and forest core #interesting #I really wanna make one of these someday

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captastra · 2 years

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OC Aesthetics - Naturecore

Thanks for the tag @socially-awkward-skeleton <3! I’ll do only Rhea for now :)

Rules: Bold what always/definitely applies to your OC, italicize what somewhat/sometimes applies, strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies

no pressure tag: @galaxycunt @clonesupport @bearcina @confidentandgood @poeti-kat @kourumi @natesofrellis @lethal-justice @incognito-insomniac @sstewyhosseini and anyone else who wants to play along, this is me tagging you :)!

Types of People Naturecore Edition:

Cottagecore: homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore: rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore: exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore: deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore: seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore: watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

#the outer worlds #rhea hawthorne

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