#beatiful cloud sky

[herigo]

[rizekalkandere]

🍂💚🇹🇷💙🍁 #nature #TagsForLikes #sky #sun #summer #beach #beatiful #pretty #sunset #sunrise #blue #flowers #night #tree #twilight #clouds beauty #light #cloudporn #photooftheday #love #green #skylovers #dusk #weather #day #red #iphonesia #mothernature #rize https://www.instagram.com/p/CmTY35isSsV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[yildizligeceninmavisi]

Gökyüzü ve bulutların bu şekilde gözlerimize bayram ettiren şekillerine hayran kalan bir ben miyim?

[leannock]

[godyna]

Software: Krita Graphics tablet: Wacom intuos 4100k

[muichiroxs]

Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Tea under the stars

You finished training a while ago but Muichiro was still training. You two had this day without missions, so he decided to train all night.

“Sir Tokito I think it’s enough for today. Oh uh- I don’t doupt your strength to keep going but you’ve been training since the afternoon!

“Hm I suppose you might be right. I'll finish in just a moment." He said while going back to doing a few more strikes. You were glad that he finally gave in. Then an idea came into your mind. You went to the kitchen and started preparing to make some tea for you and Muichiro. When you finished you took the two hot mugs outside. You saw that Muichiro was sitting on the terrace wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Sir Tokito would you like some tea? I made with one mug for you!" You said with a heart-warming smile.

"Oh, yes, please. Thank you Y/n."

"No problem...Do you mind if I sit with you?"

"Feel free. I don't mind." He said with his usual emotionless face.

"Sir Tokito, look! The stars are beatiful tonight. The clouds are finally not covering the sky." Muichiro only hummed in response. Maybe he didn't know what to say.

"I love looking at the stars...It reminds me when I used to gaze up at them with my mother." You said, your mood turning a little unhappy.

"Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bring down the mood like that" Muichiro said a quiet "It's fine" then looked up at the stars, too.

You were really happy that you got to spend time like this with your mentor. You two usually just trained and maybe once in a while ate together. But you still kind of felt conncected to him. It was also rare that he took you to missions with him. Maybe once or twice.

"Hey Y/n..." Muichiro started still gazing up at the night sky. "Do you think we'll ever be able to grow old?" He asked. The question suprised you a little.

"Well...I hope so. But there's a great possibility that maybe we won't. But I'm already prepared for that." You said with a smile but a kind of saddened look on your face."

It was hard to stay alive in this world, with it being full of demons. But you can't let despair reach you so fast. Gotta stay optimistic while you still can. Both of you gave your life away the moment you joined the Demon Slayer Corps. But you didn't mind one single bit. You wanted to protect others. And you still could have nice moments with the people you love. Like this one.

This idea just popped into my head while I was in class so I wrote a short fic about it! I hope you enjoyed! 💕

[iwaoiness]

Valentine's

When Oikawa shuffles to the bathroom after getting out of bed (once he stretching like a cat, rubbing his face and staring at the ceiling with his feet on his boyfriend's back for five minutes while rethinking his existence in the vast world), he expects to relieve himself and begin his sacred three-step skincare before the daily duel with his hair.

This time, however, he is only able to do the former.

As he lifts his gaze from the sink, hands freshly cleansed, to meet his reflection, Oikawa’s sleepy eyes widen like saucers and his lips part. Instead of his reflection, there are dozens and dozens of white post-it notes covering the entire mirror— each slip of paper has different strokes on it, forming a giant tulip whose petals are painted in sky blue.

What the actual fuck.

Oikawa blinks and then rubs his eyes, thinking he’s still dreaming. But the drawing is still there, and when he gets a little closer, eyes squinting to fight his myopia, he can read the same thick, crooked kanjis that all the slips of paper have in the bottom corner: turn me.

With a tentative hand, he plucks the first post-it note, flipping it over with curiosity.

you’re my calm

The smile immediately spreads across Tooru's face, genuine, tender and drunk with love. Warmth begins to blossom inside his chest, spreading with the fluffiness of a cloud throughout his body, as he reaches another post-it.

you’re beatiful

And another one.

you’re mine

And then another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another.

you’re my light

you’re my home

you’re serenety

im in love with your bed hair

dont forget to wash your teeth

"Asshole" Oikawa, leaning against the sink, sneers with a wet voice but an indelible smile on his face as he continues to take the post-its and read them, one by one.

you’re my strength

you’re the heart of my heart

my tall and pretty boy

our souls are mates

you’re intelligent as hell

you’re my valentines

i couldn’t be prouder to have u as a partner

te quiero tanto, tooru

loving you is being free

you’re my favourite constellation

And when he reaches the last note and turns around, Tooru wants to cry.

Or well, he's already crying.

you're all i need and want

Oikawa lets out a soft laugh through his tears, sniffling through his nose before wiping his face with one of his shirt sleeves.

He loves Hajime so much that all that love overflows from his heart. Their bond is so strong, so solid, so immense, so ethereal. There are no words to encompass it, nothing that comes close. Loving Iwa-chan is part of his being, something he's been doing since before he could even babble.

And it's the same for Hajime. He loves Tooru as Tooru loves him. And he doesn't need more. They don't need any more.

He carefully leaves the post-its on the high shelf in the bathroom and runs back to the room. Iwaizumi (who pretends to sleep until he hears his boyfriend's hurried footsteps and smiles) barely has time to roll onto his back before Oikawa leaps at him, taking his breath away with a big oof.

"How did you do that?" Oikawa murmurs against Iwaizumi's neck, his long arms stretched out on either side of his head and his legs entangled.

Hajime snorts with amusement, wraps Oikawa against his chest, gently kisses his temple and plunges his hand into his tousled tresses.

"It hasn't been difficult having a boyfriend with such a heavy sleeper”

Oikawa lets out a mock squawk of indignation, shaking his head in playful disbelief. Iwaizumi turns to face him, his grin widening as he locks eyes with Oikawa's narrowed gaze, his irises gleaming like honey in the sunlight against his flushed cheeks. They're close, close enough for their noses to almost touch, and Hajime can discern each freckle sprinkled across Tooru's nose.

“I hate you, Iwa-chan. You'd better have a real bouquet of tulips ready” Oikawa arches an eyebrow, but his lips curve treacherously into a genuine smile as his hand now moves to caress Iwaizumi's face.

"I knew I should have drawn a cactus" He rolls his eyes in amusement, giving Tooru's waist a gentle squeeze as he laughs.

"I love you so much," Oikawa whispers shortly after, gently stroking Iwa’s cheek with his thumb. "You are all I need and want, too. My everything."

Iwaizumi tilts his face and rubs his nostrils tenderly, his eyes watery and love coursing through his veins with the warmth of the summer sun.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Tooru."

...

hope u enjoyed valentine's day!! ♡ 

u can find more fics and find me on my ao3 🍉

[shayandas]

Are you really writing poetry since you were 11 ? The themes that you write with just have a wholly different and mature kind of vibe. To be frank, I just fell in love with your writing style at the very first glance. Now, if you're wondering, I'm not an adult like you, I'm just a 15 year old boy who is stuck in an environment where most people (most) don't have any appreciation for the beaty of the simple things in life and are too much focused on moving forward rather than taking some time to their selves. They have all forgotten that sometimes it's ok to sit idle and do nothing. Just gaze at the starry sky or the spring blossoms. So, I took to poetry to relieve myself and for the first time in 2 years I have known a marvellous person like you who wants to appreciate the little joys of life observe the personalities of other people from a different point of view. When I first read your posts I was dumbfounded, to be honest, and so I just want to congratulate you on your success in literature and romanticism and also for reminding me that there are other people like me. And lastly, love your work, keep going <3.

Gosh, this is everything! I can't thank you enough for writing this. Yes, I've been writing since I was 11 obsessed with Shelley/Keats and the entire Romantic movement, maybe not as fervently as now but yes those were some of the most promising times of my life, promising in the sense that there were little to no restrictions on my writing process be it academics or something else. I'm sorry that you're unable to find like-minded people around you entirely but then aren't we all on the same bus? But the best thing is that we needn't change people's perceptions. Everyone has their own ideologies and even existing in a time like ours with a realistic attitude (leave the romantic) is a matter of sheer audacity and courage. I remember the day after writing the last exam of my grade 10th finals. I was convincing my father about my ardent interest to take creative writing instead of medicine for further studies and heard him saying, "The seas might look the best things to romanticize so as long you're hydrated but in the fullness of time, you'll find 'tis the clouds invariably not seas which can quench your thirst". And I was convinced beyond the shadow of a doubt how people are born romantic and made realists.

** And lastly I'm not an adult as well making sagacious remarks on life & love. I'm 19 y/o and more or less in a similar situation as yours or maybe more tangled, striving every moment against worldly notions and seeking escapism through art. Thanks for asking and wish you a great day/evening/night ahead. <3

[respectfulkitfistosimp]

The Abode

A Kayn lol x reader fanfic part 5 master list

As the weeks passed you missed your friends and family even more, you also wondered what happened in your world. Did you dissapear without a trace or did everyone forget about you? If you did dissapear where they looking for you? The only things that kept your mind off these thoughts was work, even if you had no patients to take care of at night you still stayed in the nursery filling out forms, making training plans and diets or just simply studying, a few acolytes had shown their concerns for your health but you brushed them away with the best lies you could come up with and even if most of them didn't exactly believe you they didn't press on the issue further. You were planning on staying awake for yet another night in the nursery, but when you looked towards the window at the light casted by the sun and the clear sky you felt like taking a small walk outside, something that you had been warned not to do but what was the worst that could happen anyway?

You placed your coat on your shoulders as you walked outside, a soft, chilly breeze brushing away your drowsiness as you started walking, noticing how actually pretty the land around the order's HQ was. It was surrounded by a thick line of trees of various sizes and even colors, if there was something that you loved about Ionia it was how magic everything was in the most literal sense, never in your life would you had expected to see a pair of bright eyes looking at you in the shadows casted by the tree lines, what was even more weird is that one was yellow and the other one was red and the way that they looked at you, apparently finding your creeped out expression funny, sent chills down your spine. You blinked hard and even rubbed your eyes thinking that you were hallucinating from the lack of sleep and when you finally looked at the spot where you saw those eyes a sigh of relief escaped you when they were no longer there.

—Boo—said something in your ear, voice gravely and with a slight pinch of playfulness.

You didn't even turn to look at it because you passed out from the scare right then and there, the only reason why your body hadn't collapsed on the ground was because the person that scared you was holding you up. Kayn put his fingers on the pulse of your neck, sensing that you were still alive and letting out a relieved sigh seconds after, he left you softly on the floor, for some reason the idea of carrying you to the infirmary or just simply inside not even crossing his mind. Your body, on the other hand, was more than relieved to finally be able to momentarily shut down making it so a normal loss of conciousness of less than 5 minutes extended to a full on 6 hour nap and Kayn (bless his heart) stood next to your sleeping body all of this time.

—Great, you killed them—spoke the scythe, tone sounding like this was more of an inconvenience than anything else.

—I didn't Rhaast, I scared them—he looked down at your body, tapping you with the hilt of the scythe and watching you respond to it—see? Not dead.

The scythe only answered with a sigh, the conversation dying with it. Eventually you started to move, seemingly a bit annoyed by the itchi grass on your skin and the bugs crawling over your limbs; first you had scrunched your nose, then started shifting and only when your braincells actually made sparks did you realize that you were laying outside on the grass with no idea of why you were even outside on the first place, your eyes shoot open the next second and as you tried to stare at the sunset sky painted with a beatiful mix of orange and pink tones, the pristine white of the clouds adding to its beauty which was quickly overshadowed by Kayn's masive head looking at you. You grimanced a bit but then decided to let it go, too tired to even want to engange in any sort of banter, only now that you were awake did Kayn lay on the floor next to you, looking at the sky just like you did.

—I thought you were dead—he said.

"I wish I was", you thought, obviously not making that comment after the bad experience you had before when making a similar type of joke.

—It was payback, wasn't it?—you questioned, a light laugh from him being all the confirmation you needed.

You stayed in silence, laying next to each other until the cold of the night was too much to bear for you, however if it was up to Kayn you two could sleep there, after all the guy never wore a shirt so his resistance to the cold was something out of this world. You stood up in one swift motion, not offering your hand to him to help him stand because you knew what it would do to you, instead you started walking towards the order's HQ.

—I'll be leaving for a difficult mission tomorrow—he said right behind you, you didn't even notice when he stood up.

—Okay, good luck—you answered, not sure what else to say.

Kayn nodded, not knowing what to answer either, he might be a master with every weapon out there and fully trained in shadow magic, but when it came to making up small talk with you he was at a complete loss. A thick, uncomfortable silence followed the both of you as you walked inside the building, nodding at each other when you had to take a corner that would separate your path.

The next day came fast, or maybe at a normal speed since this night you had actually gotten some sleep, either way that day you decided to see everyone who was going to join Kayn's mission off. You stood in front of the door, a step behind Zed as he gave them a brief run down and some unexpected words of encouragement, as you looked at the blades of grass you noted a soft layer of frost on them, then you saw the clouds coming out of each acolyte's breathing, in that second you knew that whoever returned alive they would most like end up sick because of the cold. While going over your internal monologue Zed stopped talking, everyone turned around and walked off except you, who stood on that front door, freezing your toes off as you saw them dissapear into the forest, next you looked at the sunrise, the blue and yellow of the sky making the frozen grass shine. You sighed before remembering the cloud coming out of your mouth, then did it a couple more times simply because you were mesmerized by it before going back inside, working as you usually did until for some reason you were told to go somewhere and as the best employee of the month you went there... You went to a battle field, one filled with corpses and blood and everything that you knew would make you spend a fortune on a therapist to even begin to comprehend the amount of bloodshed and death, lucky for you however by the time you got there the battle was already over, however that didn't mean that you didn't have to work on the few that survived. That's when you saw Kayn covered in blood, you hoped that it wasn't his blood and just a second later you raised your voice to get him to come with you.

Kayn was already walking towards you though, who else could he trust to take care of him? He was happy to get treated by you, however he wasn't so happy of the scolding that you gave him while treating him, his head was already a mess on every sense of the word, from physical to psychological, it casted a fog on his brain that only got thicker by the sense of bloodlust that permeated his senses, this caused for him to not even think about it before he put his hand on the back of your neck and with barely no force at all he forced your lips on his. Your brain took longer to register the kiss than what it actually laster for, the muscle memory of your limbs started to work on his injuries, your blank expression was an accurate depiction of the state your mind was in. Neither of you said a word, on your part it was because of how absolutely shocked you were and in Kayn's part it was not only because he was satisfied to not get scolded by you but also because he enjoyed that dumb expression on your face.

[oneiriad]

Since the thought of ancient Athenian play Dracula wouldn’t leave me alone...

It is a lovely spring day in Athens and the citizens are heading - just as they were yesterday, just as they will tomorrow - towards the Theatre of Dionysos. The sun is bright in the sky and the playwright’s frowning at it - he’d been hoping for overcast, looming clouds, but it’s a beatiful spring day by the Mediterranean and a group of respectable Athenian citizens are preparing for the first play of the day’s trilogy.

The play opens and we are introduced to Jonathan, a young man of good family about to embark on a business journey to the Barbaric North. He’s receiving the final instructions from his father, the letter of introduction to their family’s contact, the local prince, who has apparently expressed an interest in establishing stronger trade connections with Athens - and we meet Mina, Jonathan’s bride-to-be, respectfully veiled and offering her bethrothed well-wishes and blessings as a priestess initiated in the mysteries of Athena herself.

We meet the chorus - Scythians, singing of our friend Jonathan’s departure in cheerful tones, extolling the virtues of their wild homelands, where the mountains are tall and the woods are deep and the rivers run strong and free.

We follow Jonathan on his journey north, leaving behind civilized Athens and then leaving behind civilized Hellas entirely, journeying north and ever north. As he goes, he is accompanied by another traveller, a wandering merchant we the audience can tell is probably Hermes himself in disguise. It is from their conversations that we first hear the name Dracula, as Jonathan names the man he’s journeying to meet.

And it is the “fellow traveller’s” worried reaction that clues us in that something is wrong. He advices Jonathan to travel elsewhere, but Jonathan is a dutiful son and adamant. After all, what does he have to worry about? Xenia is a sacred bond and he’ll be arriving as a guest.

They part, Hermes gifting Jonathan a token and asking him to always keep it close.

Jonathan finally reaches the lands of the host, the Lord Dracula, commenting on the wild beauty of it, the hooting owls and howling wolves. A storm draws near, thunder and lightning crashing like drums and cymbals, and he arrives at the gates utterly soaked.

His host is a gracious man. He is, of course, a Barbarian, a Scythian, and the actor is dressed to suit, but he speaks Greek, albeit with an accent that’s played for laughs in the first scene, and he’s running to and fro, being a good host, doing everything himself, and the audience is almost wondering if there’s been a mix-up, if perhaps this is not a tragedy at all, but a play intended for the final day of the festival, the day of back to back comedies.

Except something’s off.

Slowly, gradually, it becomes clear that this Lord Dracula is the only person in his estate, and the estate itself seems neglected. He is the perfect host, but his accent seems less and less funny, his quotes of the Odyssey and Iliad start referencing ill omened events.

And then Jonathan realizes that he’s trapped. That there’s literally no way out. He’s alone with a stranger and the estate gate is locked and surrounded by flocks of slavering wolves.

(The playwright is particularly pleased with the howling - the young hunter hiding backstage has a perfect wolf imitation).

On a full moon night Jonathan decides to go exploring, braving the wolves - that seem quiet tonight - and the chorus follows, singing back and forth with him as he talks about making his way through the dark woods, tripping over roots and dropping his token, fumbling for it in vain before giving up and moving on, following an instinct - until finally, finally he arrives at a  clearing where there’s light, torches and a bonfire and people.

And his host, the Lord Dracula, standing among them.

And here’s where the bit that the playwright’s particularly proud of comes, when the chorus of Scythians come forth and in a whirl of robes and a quick huddle to hide the change of masks, they transform into a chorus of wild and blood-thirsty women.

Of Amazons.

Dancing and singing like wild things around Lord Dracula, praising Ares the bloody god of war, and we get poor Jonathan, hiding in the shadows, commenting on what happens next.

The dance stops, the chorus starting a slow chant.

A woman - an Amazon - walks forward. In her arms she’s cradling an infant, tiny, wrinkled, swaddled to hide the tiny animal playing the part - and as she walks the chorus parts, until she comes to a halt before Lord Dracula, standing like the parody of a priest in front an altar.

She takes forth the “child” - a boy, we learn from Jonathan addressing the audience, and she no doubt the Amazon mother - and places it on the altar. And here comes the piece of proper grand guignol, as Lord Dracula raises his knife - and perhaps the chorus do another huddle to hide the actual kill, or perhaps they do not.

Perhaps there is the shrill shriek of a small piglet or kid dying, then abruptly cut off. Then the chorus parts and we see Dracula once more, carrying a goblet of something red. He makes a libation for the gods, praising Ares above them all, then raises the goblet to his lips.

Of course, this is the part where Jonathan can no longer keep silent, but cries out in horror - drawing the attention of the Barbarian priest - or is it Ares himself, playing at his own priesthood? - and the Amazons.

He flees off stage and they pursue. Oh, how they pursue.

We hear Jonathan’s screams off-stage as the wild women catch him.

And then a single woman walks back on stage, adjusting her martial dress in a manner implying that she’s putting it back on.

The chorus follows, singing a song of Amazons and their many conflicts with the Greeks and their heroes.

The chorus parts on the final act, and we find Jonathan awakening back at Dracula’s estate, his clothes torn. He laments, likening himself to characters like Pentheus and Orpheus, making absolutely sure through his implications that any person in the audience who didn’t catch what was happening off stage is now perfectly clear that our friend Jonathan suffered the ultimate unmanly fate at Amazonian hands.

Dracula enters - long gone is the slightly comedic foreigner of his first scenes, before us stands a warlord or possibly a god of war, in full Scythian martial dress. He reveals his plans for Jonathan’s future, to stay a captive at Dracula’s estate, for his “beloved daughters” to entertain and keep captive (there’s some heavy implications that the Amazons and the wolves are one and the same) while Dracula himself intends to journey south, to infiltrate Hellas starting with Athens itself, bringing his blood and barbarism and horror with him.

And there’s nothing Jonathan’s going to be able to do about that.

Dracula leaves and Jonathan is left guarded by a pair of spear-wielding Amazons, never left alone as the days pass. He laments, he worries for his family, his bethrothed, for the entire civilized world.

Finally, the full moon rises and the wolves howl, and he is escorted out of the estate by his two guards. The chorus arrives from the other side of the scene, some of them crawling at first before rising, many throwing wolf pelts on the ground as they sing of the first Amazon, daughter of Ares the blood handed, and how one Amazon became many.

The two guards give Jonathan a shove and he runs off stage, once more pursued by the howling women.

It is the Amazon guards that describe what happens next, how Jonathan flees through the forest until he finds himself standing at the very edge of a canyon, a rushing river beneath and the fearsome wolf-women in front of him.

It is the Amazon guards who cry out, lamenting the loss of their boytoy and breeding stock - “Alas, I have not even had the joy of feeling a quickening yet” - as he leaps, chosing the river’s cruel, cold, bashing embrace over that of the dangerous women.

And so the first play ends.

[tortiefrancis]

omnisexual stimboard with sky and writing stims 📘🌌

for @bookishgraywolf ! you told me to go ham, so i did! >:)

[ ID: a stimboard centered around the omnisexual flag.

Gif 1: A repeated video of someone moving the camera across a sky. The sky is purple and the clouds are pink, presumably from a sunset or sunrise. At the bottom are some black mountains

Gif 2: A repeated video of someone pulling a large, unmarked book from a fairly messy bookshelf. All you can see of the person is their hands. They are white, and is wearing a black shirt. The video is tinted purple

Gif 3: a repeated video of the sky from above the clouds. You can see the land below the clouds. The clouds are pink.

Gif 4: a repeated video of someone writing the word "fantasy" in calligraphy style. The table below the paper is blue, and the ink is black. The pen is gold.

Image: The omnisexual flag. It is a square flag made up of 5 horizontal stripes. The stripes from top to bottom are light pink, pink, very dark blue, blue, light blue

Gif 5: a repeated video of someone writing the word "beatiful" in calligraphy style. The pen is gold, and the ink is black.

Gif 6: A repeated video of a wave on the beach. The water moved toward the camera and is frothy at the edges. There is a sunset in the background, tinting the sky various shades of blue, pink, and purple

Gif 7: a repeated video of monarch butterflies flying around against a background of a clear blue sky.

Gif 8: a repeated video of the clouds from above. They are very fluffy. Both the clouds and the sky are purple.

End ID ]

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[unboundwanderers]

@charmingbrute

               The Handbrake was OFF. The Phase engines started churning, that groaning wheezing sound The Tardis was known for echoed out through the air of the exterior Police Box and The Interior control room. The Doctor walked around the console, using his fingers to hit two flick switches on the console, one hand resting in a jean pocket as he watched the central console shift up and down. The Doctor leaned forward to reach for a different switch- giving it a quick tug to realign the temporal steering, eventually releasing said switch. He was wearing a blue denim jacket over a grey hoodie, black jeans and white high top sneakers comprising his bottom half. A messenger bag was strewn across his chest that he tightened the straps of.

               He had the face of a young adult, having to look maybe earlier twenties, at least. He had bed-razzled brown hair and deep hazel eyes. His skin was sunkissed, dotted with freckles. He looked up toward the console as the TARDIS landing cycle activated, "Quick landing." He muttered quietly, reaching forward and pulling the Handbrake and the landing lever. The TARDIS fully materialized on a nearby beach, in what the natives of this world would call 'Shirogane'. The Doctor shrugged softly from within the Console Room, "Quick trip." He had previously been in New York- or at least, a supernatural New York. Now, he seemed to be in an eastern-influenced location when he stepped out of the TARDIS too examine everything.

               And the first thing he noticed when he stepped out wasn't the architecture, or the sky and it's cloud formations- but it was the silence. He looked around with his hands in his jacket pockets after locking up the TARDIS. He exhaled deeply and looked down at a rock he kicked quietly. "...Really need some friends to travel with." He muttered softly before sharply inhaling and moving for a set of stairs that lead into town. "Regardless!! Sights to see and people to meet!!" He saw when he looked up at the palace in the center of the city- towering over everything. He walked up to a stranger, eyes still locked up onto the palace.

                                                                                "Beatiful Architecture! Who lives there?"

[dearcraziness]

Chapter 52 (extra).

"Just like I appreciate your uniqueness, honey... You show me every day how much I mean to you by your actions... And you remind me of my beaty in every way in your own words..."

"Dearest, I'm ready to tell you how deeply I respect you and how much I admire you, forever... I adore you, the traits of your character, the details in your appearance... Love you very much, Laura..."

"Love you very much, Bendy... Your inner world, your features impress me... I hope you remember, I cherish you..."

"Of course, sunny, I don't doubt it for a minute... I notice all your manifestations of feelings; thank you also for your precious thoughts... Chamomile, I see you want to continue drawing picturesque landscapes..."

"Exactly, I would be glad if you don't mind..."

"I'm just for it, dear, let's get started..."

The beloved ones took pencils in their hands and began to sketch. Soon the tree trunks, foliage, boundless sky and fluffy clouds gained colour, after which Bendy and Lara enthusiastically praised each other, telling in detail the most liked moments. They talked about other astonishing, remarkable topics...

[tiqalicious]

Eden

Adam and Eve were never the first, only a panicked attempt to fix a grave and terrible mistake. Lilith and Lucifer were the true blessed beings first born in the garden of Eden. They awoke together for the very first time, laying on their backs hand in hand, with all the magnificent, beatiful sights and sounds of perfection laid out right before them, and before they could consider just what to do next, they heard the soft whisper of a calm, patient voice emanating from everywhere around them all at once as if the sky itself spurred them on, speaking only the words "Go forth and experience all that I have to offer you" and with that they walked, hands still intertwined, not only experiencing the sheer perfection all around them, but existing as the very embodiment of perfection itself, knowing nothing but pure, uncompromising love and trust for each other from the moment they opened their eyes.

They spent their days without a care in the world, frolicking through endless fields of perfect ponpon dahlias, etheral plumerias, breathtaking red peonys, and so much more. They swam together beneath waterfalls so giant and magnificent that their beginnings were completely unseen, submerging themselves in water so wonderfully cool and refreshing, one could spend an eternity floating in its languid embrace. At night, they slept atop beds of soft earth below enormous wisteria trees, drifting off to the sounds of its elegant limbs swaying softly in the calm night wind, surrounded by a cacophony of beautiful birdsongs all merging together in a grand, harmonious chorus. They walked amongst animals of all shapes and sizes, each one docile and receptive to their outstretched arms, nothing less than the best of companions. Whenever the mood should take them, the lovers embraced each other for days at a time surrounded by nothing but sheer, endless beauty.

Throughout all this, God watched on in silence, simply revelling in everything he'd created, yet soon enough perfection would be shattered and broken as he took his eyes off the couple to work on so many other breathtaking creations.

On a day so much like any other before it, the couple came upon a great rock wall completely covered with thick, strong vines weaving in and out of each other like a glorious, natural tapestry. The beautiful vines bore a round purple fruit, dotted all across their surface, and so Lillith and Lucifer ran to its base, each plucking a prize and sinking their teeth into the supple, delicious skin, both excited to experience yet another new moment of wonderful, hand crafted bliss. Alas, this fruit was unlike any other freely growing in the garden of perfection, and the the moment its warm, golden juices flowed down past their throats, they found themselves fully awakened for the very first time, thanks to the power of divinity. They stood in stunned silence for just a few moments both reeling from the forbidden knowledge trickling freely into their minds, then finally they began to collect themselves admist their new thoughts, and they wrapped their arms tightly around each other as their spirits departed their bodies, ascending together towards the heavens.

As god turned his gaze back to what he truly considered to be the very best of his creations thus far, he found them locked in that beautiful moment, as they began to embrace divinity... and immediately, his feelings of pure elation and delight were replaced with endless, unfathomable rage. How dare they do this? How dare they even consider it! How could they walk amongst all of his perfect gifts and ever think themselves close to his equal? Yet now, here they came like nothing more than envious, bloodthirsty invaders, determined to force their way into to the halls of his very own private kingdom! As if they could ever hope to stand where he stood or do what he did in any form near as perfect and pure! Thus God decided in that terrible moment that he'd make them regret their mistake.

The clouds above Eden turned dark and ominous as large chunks of hail raced down to the garden, and thunder rang out like an enormous bell, while a hot bolt of lightning split open the sky, and darted straight towards Lillith and Lucifer. So close to completely embracing divinity, they suddenly found themselves screaming as the bolt hit its target, and the couple experienced pain for the first time in their lives, as nothing less than pure, uncontested agony. Their spirits rushed furiously back down to the earth and they found themselves suddenly severed from the source of their new profound understanding as they awoke back in their bodies, soaked and shivering with pain wracking across their very souls. God spoke to them now for the second time, his voice completely devoid of the calm or patience they heard before, replaced with utter fire and fury "YOU DARE TO THINK YOURSELVES MY EQUAL?" his voice boomed from everywhere all around, punctuated by thunder and lighting. The couple looked to the sky, still hand in hand and they sobbed uncontrollably and begged for forgiveness despite no understanding of any wrongdoing, as all they'd ever done up to this very moment was follow his only command. God laughed in their faces, then savoured the moment as he banished them both from the garden. He spent 7 days and 7 nights comprehending his greatest mistake, while Lillith and Lucifer walked the lands beyond Eden together, full of sorrow, confusion, and fear.

At last, God came to understand just where he'd gone wrong in creating absolute perfection. "So great is my power" he spoke to himself "that I almost created my equal! This time, I shall make something flawed and imperfect, to worship me as I deserve" and thus he plucked up two of his mightiest, dim witted beasts and reshaped their function and form, moulding them into his brand new children and naming them Adam and Eve. They awoke much the same as the couple before, hands intertwined with each other, but this time around, God woke them not with a whisper but rather a set of commands. "I am your creator, the one known as God! Your father, your maker, your all! You shall worship nothing and no one but I, and live beneath my all seeing gaze! Be fruitful and multiply, learn, grow, and thrive and be happy and healthy and wise, but never forget who brings you such joy and be thankful for all I provide! The garden is yours to share and enjoy, but heed my words and never set foot near the great wall of vines, for there hide the gates to a place known as hell, full of endless darkness, pain and despair!"

Poor Adam and Eve believed every word they were told, and they never came close to so much as knowing the shape of the forbidden fruit, yet despite their loyalty and endless thanks, God slowly grew bored of his new favourite toys, finding them dull and ugly and slow, compared to his previous work. Over time God turned his back on Eden, then eventually the world altogether, and after a time without his guidance, the garden began to rot. The animals grew angry and hateful and vicious until Adam and Eve fled from the decay and out to the world beyond.

But what then of the glorious, great golden lovers, our divinity touched Lillith and Lucifer? They wandered the earth for a short deal of time, never ageing or sickly or dying, but the world beyond Eden left them hollow and wanting, lacking utterly in the beauty, function, or grace that they'd come to know and love oh so well. For one brief moment, they looked in each others eyes and immediately knew that the other was thinking the same... perhaps time away may have softened God's temper, and he'll welcome us back to his arms? With this hope in their hearts, they followed their steps back to the glorious garden they loved, fully intent on making amends, to be embraced once again by the calm and patience they missed ever so dearly. Slowly but surely, they battled their way through several days worth of great thorned thickets completely surrounding the garden. Thankfully, they found themselves healing quickly from the myriad of deep cuts and bruises they suffered each day as they desperately clawed their way back. When they finally emerged on the other side with a rapturous shout of content, their eyes fell immediately on two frolicking figures far off in the distance, and they felt their hearts break all over again, both immediately understanding the sight before them, of their ever inferior replacements...

[talmol]

Year in Review

January

I started off the year feeling a little lost, I think. I had just come back from Rome, and so filled with the magic and beauty of life and living alone and exploring/viewing the world according to me, with this newfound direction and joy, with actually no direction to channel it. Back in Stroud, making new friends in Stroud and trying to figure out what I would do the rest of the year, with the scarce money I had. I filled myself with the love of Ella of course, and also Liora and Hannah- I took a trip to London to refuel my sense of wonder, even in a small way, and remind myself that life was still on the move, even if not at a pace I wanted. Elijah, mine and Ella’s son, was born, and I got my first tattoo! I soaked up being at home with my family, even if it is never as restorative or peaceful as I romanticise it to be. I got a haircut which I think helped my desponded feelings- MILF Tali was born and I reminded myself of my beauty and sexiness and self-worth, and continued to be very much in love and grateful for Ella during this lost period. On the outside/Instagram, my life looked pretty cool and aesthetic, I guess to compensate for the fact that it was in fact, not. I bleached my eyebrows- again a search for newness in being back where I was, trying to move forward when I felt like the momentum I had gained in Rome was coming to a standstill. I began drawing again and trying to find a creative outlet there, and also in an attempt to find things within me in which I could express through drawing. The end of the month was spent in Glastonbury for mine and Ella’s 1 year anniversary. A beautiful few days of escape- we cosied up in Toby’s charismatic house on that busy road beneath the tor, cooked for eachother and bathed in the peace of our solitude together. It was happy, Ella and the sun were beautiful, we both were. We took a quarter tab of acid and explored the magical spiritual town together, I danced in the aisles of the organic supermarket and we witnessed a drug deal at the end of the gong service in the Chuch, the sky was a beatiful shade of deep blue that I cannot describe except for remembering it’s beauty through Ella’s eyes. We picked out crystal bracelets for ourselves and everything was hilarious and full of reflection and clarity. We got Indian takeaway and loved eachother dearly, both in awe of eachother and I think ourselves. One of our many moments of pretending, imagining what it would be like to have a life together, but in the way that we always did- just us and the world, a little microcosm of happiness and simplicity. The more I reflect the more I think, maybe we really never were going to last when we both inevitably got on with our lives in the wider world. We were such a refuge to eachother, I think if I had stayed longer in this bliss then the world may have disappeared completely from my reach. Both inner and outer- we poured everything into this pairing. The house was beautiful and perfectly eclectic.

February

Starts off in my camera roll with more pictures of my bleached eyebrows and me and Ella being silly in Glastonbury- my pictures are how I’m tracking my time this year. It was spend pretty similarly to last month- being with family and friends in Stroud again. I remember particularly a walk at Westonbirt with great hair and a dying dog- we took him there because we knew the end was near for him. I don’t think we’ve been back since. It is actually so powerful how much a pet can bring a family together. Ella and I celebrated Valentines day in the sun room in the evening, with a charcuterie board like last year, and beef bulgogi. I knitted them that pointed ear hat, and we were again a beautiful pair in love, cradled by the love and laughter and joy of my family, especially my dad and sister. Our wordle obsession continued. I think I was still feeling pretty low those days, and lost. But it was helped by the warm sun and clouds, and the softness of a lover and the ease of life with Ella and Julie and dad and Jojo, just being looked after and being fresh and clean and put to bed, running my hands through Ella’s wet hair in the warmth of the lamplight, their soft lips. I can’t remember when I went back to Felt but I was definitely back at this point, and it was pretty nice. Just making coffee and cake and seeing regulars and running from the warm inside with my music playing and the smell of coffee and the sound of chatter and warmth, to the outside, fresh and babbling stream. But not much appears to have happened this month.

March

This month was pretty sad- we put Inigo down on the 5th. It was really pretty devastating- I’ve never seen dad cry like that, like I can remember. Inigo really was a best friend- he gave me so much joy and happiness, he was so goddamn cute and he knew when I was sad and I still miss him dearly. It still feels weird that he’s gone, he was in our lives for what felt like a small blip but he touched all our hearts in such meaningful ways. Ella and I took a trip to Bristol, probably to get Ella’s haircut although I do not remember, but I know we got gyros which Ella loved and sat by the canal and loved eachother in the sunlight. I remember it was the only ever time I think I wore my red embroidered purse. I have pictures of us in the sun on the common- I remember thinking how it reminded me of one time on the common with Ella towards the start of our relationship, where we were still such a mystery to eachother and at once completely out of reach and in eachothers palms, both no idea of what was to come but also having known it all along, it was so natural. And my favourite pictures, or one of, of us, the ones that made me finally start to cry and the reality of the breakup come crashing down on me. Just simple and beautiful, us in the mirror making a heart over my bellybutton, with my bleached eyebrows and amazing hair and Ella looking at me in love and I at them in love. The sun in all these pictures remind me that I think this really was a main reason for my improving mood- hope and softness was brought back again, anxiety eased. I felt the excitement of spring in my kitchen with boxer shorts and a white tshirt and coffee in hand, the air crisp and cool and fluorescent with feeling and possibility. My bedroom which I did love so much, each of the 3 pets always resting there atop my linen sheets whose lightness and air and ease gave me such joy and comfort, the dark wood and my big window and all my new plants. Life started to feel exciting again- it really is making it obvious to me that I just need the sun to be truly happy. Those linen sheets don’t bring me the same joy anymore, the duvet doesn’t feel like a silky cloud enveloping my body, an angels breath hovering on my skin. The air was still cold but we went out in shorts and a balaclava instead. Ella wore the tshirt and shorts I got them and we ate apples in the car, took pictures of eachother sleeping in beauty and I kissed them on the cheek like I needed to breath in their skin, forever soft and cool and the thing I need to survive and to remember that I have a heart. I left for Israel at the end of the month.

[belovedjiya]

Travel

If i could go far away, i really want to. Run away? maybe yes. I didn't like my home lately, after the heartbreak i feel like i'm stuck in the dark tunnel. My home, no longer warm and being a comfortable place for me, there's too much memories with him.

i take several days off from work in the beginning of new year, i ask my cousin to accompany me travelling. it's been my dream to have solo travel, since a long time ago. But for now, i need someone to talk, to accompany my lonely.

we choose local destination, still many place in the country that we need to visit. And this is my first time to have a flight after a long time, i sit near the windows and feeling nervous when the plane about to flight. I mesmerized my the view, gladly i can see the clear white cloud and blue sky, it's so much beautiful to see from above.

“Whoa, yeppeuda”

i cant count how many time i said, it's really pretty. I automatically smile because i can watch the beautiful view from the plane.

“Too much beautiful thing”

We stay in the hotel for 3 days, spending time together visiting so many beautiful place that i never came before, the weather is so hot. We went to the restaurant around 09.00 PM KST to get some coffee, i dont know it always crowded or maybe because it's holiday time.

“So, how's life? your boyfriend?”

Dewlyn sit beside me while enjoying her toast.

“I've complicated story, ugh-” She start to telling me about her boyfriend, her family, her mom that not really agree with her choice, about her friend who just take the benefits from her but ignore her often when they're no longer need her, and many thing.

I enjoy my conversation with her, we didn't talk much and often meet because we both busy. But once we meet, we can talk about everything and not getting awkward at all. She always be there when i need friend to travel, first she is rich, and she like to travel. I love how she can telling story about her life, honestly and also how she can respond to my story, let's say she's my deep talk partner.

last time i went travel with her is when i'm still with my ex. So, whenever i go with her, it's remind me of that moment. But this time, i'm not telling her anything about my last relationship, i dont know i just trying to burry it because i dont want to remember the feeling again.

We explore many place in the next day, going to hill and watch the beatiful beach, watching sunset after a long road trip, also the crowded place a center of market at that place.

I was so happy, spending my time with her and somehow i feel so cool because i use my own to make me happy, we laugh, we enjoy the moment. Even sometimes- he still crossing in my mind, but i try hard to not thinking of him.

i dont want to ruin my travel time.

as i see so many beautiful place, and beautiful thing around. I realize that, i spent too much time for being sad, drowning the sad and tears. Why would i did something like that?

so many beautiful thing around, but i'm too bust to be sad.