#flowery words

[fluffyydumplings]

Iris

You’re like a coniferous tree

Standing there

Beautiful, daunting yet blending in with a sea of others

But even in a sea of the same sunken symphony of greens

I only see you

For only you.. know how to bring light into my life

My beautiful iris

Even winter can’t make you wither away

Even winter can’t take your beauty away

The proof lies in my eyes

For without you I cannot see colours

Only light.. only light

Shades of grey and a multitude of broken things

You accommodate me to the world my broken soul cannot bear

You’re like a bear chasing away the nightmares in my life

You pull me tight

So I am close

You spread your love

So I’m far away from the rest of the world

And only relative to you, my beautiful Iris

I am hurt without you

I am alive but nothing without you

I can see without you

But am I but.. anything without you

You protect me from the world

You colour me purple

You colour me blue

And I sparkle in the rays of the burning sun

As water droplets refract

As the mimosas retract

As the rainbows reinact

The play of love

I see you by my side

My beautiful iris

Who said I’d have to get to the other side of the rainbow just to see you?

Fuck

Red

Orange

Yellow

Green

Blue

And

Indigo

All I care about is you

All I know is you

My beautiful Iris

[skinslip]

Maybe I will lay for you and you'll paint me in your room.

We'll talk, and laugh, and you will make art with my body while you make love to my soul.

I'll lay for you until I cannot contain myself.

I'll kiss you, let the paint ruin my clothes, stain my skin, cake my hair.

We'll ruin some sheets in pursuit of joy.

My heart is your canvas, paint me as you will.

[ylge]

Raise Your Weapon - chapter 3

Bam laughed and Khun's stomach did a flip.

Bonus illustration for chapter 3

Fic by @aikotters

Illustration by me

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Link to the fic:

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Oops I unlocked Ebb and Flow today and now all I want to do is make Rafayel edits

Be still my heart, and remember you're a Zayne main, despite how much Raffy is doing to steal you away lately 👀

[duckiemimi]

there’s a “peeling oranges as an act of love” renaissance happening on twitter right now and it reminded me of this 🍊

[belly-bits]

Rather than immediately delving back into the Underdark I’m picturing a spawn romanced Astarion ending with the handful of companions who have nowhere else to go start traveling together again.

First to Waterdeep, to make sure Gale’s home is still in one piece and that his mother is safe. But after that I can see Shadowheart, Gale, Tav, and Astarion sticking out to try and find a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again.

Traveling up as north as they can get, chasing the seasons and falling in love with winter and it’s long nights with short days. Maybe even somewhere up in Damara, above the Moonsea and Cormathor, where Glaciers start to form and months can pass without the sun peaking above the horizon.

It would be a semipermanent twilight, little to no direct sunlight for over half the year so close to the Pole. It helps that Astarion looks so nice in winter furs. When winter finally comes back to the Sword coast they move camp again closer to Baldurs Gate to visit Jahiera and her kids.

They’re able to travel back into what used to be the shadowlands now slowly blooming with Thaniels help. It’s the first time either Tav or Astarion see Halsin since the Druid broke off their tentative relationship and left when they stopped the apocalypse.

I can see the remaining party searching for purpose, searching for freedom, and moving with the cold caress of winter to herald them wherever they land to set camp for a season. There’s so much potential and I think trying to settle down would only lead to stagnation.

[moonliithe]

Them

[jolynejay]

I really do love how the world of Genshin Impact, of Teyvat, is set up to guide the Traveler to godhood and make them a "good" god at that.

Because one thing is for sure Celestia is limiting the world - it is paraded as the highest of high ideals to achieve but all it's appointed Archons are named after demons. As a metatextual reader this creates an immediate discrepancy between the "heavens" imploying "demons" to rule humanity. Furthermore, Venti calls Celestia's waters foul, its fruit bland. A front that looks all nice and shiny but is rotten at its core.

And while somehow the Traveler's Sibling was made part of the world and conversely is under the laws of Teyvat's existence, the Traveler themselves is not. They are an outsider unbound by the rules and affected differently than the inhabitants of this world.

And as they set out to find their Sibling (notably, GUIDED by Paimon whose irl mythological counterpart is also a King of Hell), they traverse the world and meet its Archons. Along the way they learn, consciously or not, what makes a "good life" and how the gods all try to enforce their ideals - their dreams. One after another, the gods, the lands, the world itself imparts their dreams of a good life upon the Traveler.

The kind but apathetic Traveler that from the beginning only ever cared for their lost Sibling, not for the world of Teyvat. The blank slate that continues on without a single dream of their own. This Fallen Star, who has traveled hundreds and thousands of worlds before, learns what it means to live and to care for the future of this world.

And so their journey slowly teaches them:

In Mondstadt, they learn of the importance of Freedom as one of humanity's highest ideals - thus always to tyrants. Deep down we're all meant to be free.

In Liyue, they learn that for society to function properly there needs to be a social contract between the people, the gods, nature itself. Because "even the wind cannot blow on forever." Freedom cannot exist without Order.

In Inazuma, they learn that linging to the past will only serve to make the world stagnant. Order is all well and good but trying to conserve the past will only prolong grief and suffering. Change is inevitable - the only thing to ever be eternal - and dreams the catalyst.

In Sumeru, they learn that history is written, it is malleable. But while it may sometimes is better to erase pieces to lead to a brighter future, you can't erase history to escape responsibility and accountability. To know ourselves and others well is the most difficult and meaningful work to do. Knowledge is a blessing and a burden - and we bear the responsibility to hold ourselves and others accountable for the actions and paths we choose.

And the Traveler's journey continues on, even as they suffer, have to learn how to handle their own emotions, and decide for themselves what they want the future to be. And they continue to learn until the day of their ascendancy...

When their wishes, their dreams, become strong enough to reach the False Heavens and the Starry Abyss.

[thekidsarentalright]

will never forgive champion haters like what do you MEAN you dont fuck with i got nothing but dreams inside?? i’m just young enough to still believe but young enough not to know what to believe in?? if i can live through this i can do anything??? the only thing i do is sit around and kill time, i’m trying to blow out the pilot light???? shut up forever

[fluffyydumplings]

Boxes of Hope

You’d never expect for the sun to rise from the west

But if you close your eyes

You can pretend North is South

West is East

That the sun prompts darkness

And that the moon prompts light

You’d never expect for roses to bloom in winter

But winter roses exist and beyond your ill-wishing

They bloom

They blossom

And thrive in the cold

For if you close your eyes a little

And wish

And hope

And believe

Whether in the impossible

Or the improbable of life

One day they will come to you

True

And

Beyond the crater of your imagination

For in this box

There is sorrow

There is greed

There is death

There is madness

But most of all

There is hope

The hope in within you

[queen-caramilflinda]

I’ve been trying to figure out what K.P Hob’s full name is and considering the naming conventions for most of the Goblin Court, my current theory is that it’s something along the line of ‘Kill Penis’ or ‘Kidney Pearl’ or ‘Kludge Parvenu’.

[wanyinchen-narts]

SUNFLOWER (CANON DIVERGENCE AU)

the absolute *chef's kiss*, depth, angst, and clownery of the kakagai dynamic this fic has is beyond insane and amazing and I am not ashamed to say that I have binged it at least 7 times

Now, my lovelies, please read "Sunflower" by cloudynebula and lapifors once more and bask in its utter perfection. But make sure you're in the right headspace for it because it's really heavy and dark tho! Please take care of yourself first <3

*more incoherent babbling in the tags lmaooo*

[starheirxero]

I love words so much there's so many fun things to say.... like. y'all hear this shit? divine. theophagy. machine. clockwork. angel. blood. flesh. viscera. primordial. antennae. those words fucking rock i love words so much bro

[ssentimentals]

dating dk feels like...

walking on the flower road. he is acceptance without judgement, gentle touch with all the care in the world; it's never hard to be vulnerable with him because he encourages it, wants you to spill your whole heart to him so he can put it back together, each piece sewed back to another one with love threads.

seokmin is a literal embodiment of the quote 'how lucky you are to have someone you can tell all about your bad behaviors without them thinking that you are a bad person, but because they know that what is inside is purer and more beautiful'.

('mistakes don't make us bad,' he says quietly, stroking your back. 'we are only humans, we all have ego, we all make bad judgements sometimes.'

yours sobs turned into little sniffs at this point as you calmed down from your breakdown. rubbing your eyes, you meet his gaze and almost cry again because the amount of love you find there feels completely undeserved now. you can barely breathe, thinking about what kind of impression he must have of you now. 'seokkie,' you call, hiccuping. 'please don't think bad-'

'shh,' he pulls you back to him and lets you wet his t-shirt with your tears. 'i don't think bad of you, how could i? you are my everything.' he stops when you lightly swat at his chest. chuckling, he grabs your hand and kisses your fingers. 'what? i know you and you are more than this situation.' he feels a small kiss placed on his shoulder and smiles. 'you are my everything.')

he is the 'yeah i haven't slept more than one hour but no worries, i'm coming with you' and 'i can stay on the line as much as you need, tell me everything' type of guy; his love pours from him in waves and you can feel it even through the distance. his heart is big and it wants to fit all of you, wants to keep you close but not with desire to lock you away but with wish to treasure and take care. he is the furtherest guy from displaying any controlling behavior; he wants you to be you and be happy.

('i want to do it but..' you shift from side to side, unsure. 'it sounds a bit crazy to be honest.'

'it does,' he agrees and quickly adds before you can start overthinking: 'but if it'll make you happy then i'm all for it.'

your eyes shine brighter at this, lightning up whole town. 'really? you don't mind?' you rush towards him, lopping your arms around his torso. 'really-really?'

seokmin laughs, addicted to your happiness. he nods, kissing you soundly. 'really and i want to do it with you. crazy things are better when shared, right?')

dates with seokmin are filled with lightness; there's nothing forced and he just makes it so easy. easy to accept that perfection doesn't exist, easy to face your fears, easy to speak up. he is hope, he is light at the end of the tunnel, he is a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean; he can handle a lot and all he asks for is to be appreciated for it.

('did i go overboard with my positivity?' he asks on your way back home. by his solemn tone you can tell that this has been on his mind for a while. 'i can get annoying sometime-'

'no,' you interrupt sharply, angry that he even thinks so. 'no, everyone needed that, trust me. didn't see how hopeful you made everybody?'

he looks at you, trying to see in your eyes whether you're lying or not. when he realizes that you're not, he relaxes, smiling. 'most importantly, did i make you start thinking positively too?'

you nod, because he did, because that's what he does to you all the time. 'you gave me hope again.')

he's a bit shy, awkward in some things too, but he is devoted - your relationship is a priority for him and he is ready to shift his life around in order to accommodate you in the best way. he molds himself around you but he does so without losing himself in it.

dating seokmin is like laying on the beach and having tides lightly sweep over you in a gentle reminder of themselves. this is how it is with seokmin - you have a solid ground to lay on and his love encompasses you all but without overwhelming you. it's peaceful, it's tender, it's sweet.

a/n: written for loveliest @pepperonidk <3

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[fictionadventurer]

Hey, so it turns out that not only did James and Lucretia Garfield finally fall in love with each other after years of marriage, but we have proof of it in one of the sweetest love letters I've ever read.

*

Willard's, Nov 24, 1867

My Precious Darling,

It is nearly ten o'clock Sunday night, and I will not lie down to sleep till I have told you again that I love you. Surely, "love is the fulfilling of the law," and the law of our love is liberty. We no longer love because we ought to, but because we do--the Tyranny of our love is sweet. We waited long for his coming, but he has come to stay. I hope wish, my dear love, that God would let us die together when we die, that neither of us might be left in the empty world for a single hour. It would be unkind of me, to tell you, if I could, how lonely and lost I am without you. Part of the machinery of my life seems to be gone, and I wander around unconsciously as if in search of it, that I may set nature at work again.

Your precious words of the 21st came to me this morning--and fell down into my heart like benedictions. Did you know how unutterably sweet it is to be praised by you? The words you wrote have lifted me and made me proud and happy all day. How sweet the privilege I have had, this summer! The alchemist sought to transmute other substances into gold--I have done far better. I have been able to transmute gold into esthetic joys, intellectual growth, heart life--and better than all--have been permitted to see it transformed into sweet and beautiful decorations of the noblest and truest woman I ever saw--and she as glad to be mine as I to be hers. This surpasses alchemy. It is divine. It is a new proof of the truth that "God is love."

Well Darling, I have done nothing of worth except to hunt houses and read. I am satisfied that the price of the house I wrote you of is too great and we ought not to pay it. I hope I can do better. I am thinking of buying a house on time and hope to sell it again when we are done with it. If we had done so, four years ago, we should have owned it now. I am anxious to receive your answer to my letter of Thursday--It may help me to a decision.

[political paragraph cut for irrelevance]

Dear Love, do write me very often. Kiss the sweet [???] and tell them Papa loves them all.

Ever Your ownest own James

[writerystuff]

I MEAN, WHAT??

"He would tarry himself in the slurry of that darkness every day..."

"Tarry" is intransitive. It means "linger."

"Slurry" means "a semiliquid mixture, typically of fine particles of manure, cement, or coal suspended in water."

The author of the book I'm currently reading is given to such flowery writing. They also think "alright" is a word, running fingers through hair causes it to be "astray," and if a wound is bleeding, one must "staunch" it.

(Your modern dictionary may think these usages are just fine, but if you read enough, you know they aren't.)