#jewel beetle at heart

[fiomeras]

Innate need to die in someone's glass of water or get hit by a bug zapper nowadays

[bumpsyp1ains]

it’s the beeble’s birthday…

[sonicrarepairtournament]

[todayisafridaynight]

Ok but Jiro splurging and getting Ichi a little pocket guide to local bugs ;o; He’d carry it everywhere as a kid and it’d get so bent and dirty but he learns so much. Bringing home bugs to his dad in his lil wire bug trap and rattling off bug facts while some of the girls are screaming for him to take it outside (cute lil Ichi being the one who handles bugs for some of the girls at Shangri-La who are afraid of them)

I’m sorry I dunno why I’m so obsessed with little bug guy Ichiban. Imagine him being young and watching caterpillars grow in class okay ;o; angel!!

oh so we're all on board with Bug Lover Ichi then maybe democracy does exist

[syncrovoid-presents]

DISCOVERIES OF THE NEW WELCOME HOME UPDATE (SPOILERS?)

NOTE: this is a first cursory glance without getting into things! Also, every video mentioned has a transcript below the video (ctrl+a) to highlight it.

First off the first page! If you zoom out on the left and right there are two eyes watching you @:)

WELCOME

The red drawn house is clickable and leads you to a welcoming audio (clownillustrations.com/i)

There is an out of place letter Y in the Serendipitous Salutations.

In Wally's character description if you click on his canvas itll bring you to a page with another audio file. This one is more direct, and silly! (Clownillustrations.com/will)

NEIGHBOURHOOD

The so-below has a spiral that when clicked brings you to a glitching audio file. The record acts weird and the audio is a series of squeaks and clicks. Most likely Morse code (from Home )!! (Clownillustrations.com/neighbor)

The so-below graphic has been updated to a black void with a white eye and spiral (image below)

If you click the beetle on the bottom right you get another hidden page. This one is a video and a message (looks to be a transcript). It is from Poppy with Frank talking about her recipe. It's pretty sweet haha. Glitches out at the end with Wally @:) (I think there is a freeze frame? The video cannot be replayed nor paused) (Clownillustration.com/9-14-fp)

There is another bug with Eddie that brings you to a video between Eddie and Frank. Glitches out when Wally is mentioned. (Clownillustration.com/8-14-ef)

There is an out of place X letter.

Fun thing! If you select all on the page home doesnt get blued-out.

The O is out of place

ABOUT US

The blue drawn heart is clickable. It brings you to another audio file. Wally is being so silly @:) (clownillustration.com/a)

Overlapped text: "When I unwrapped the first letter, I felt it. I heard it. Open. Open. Open. I want it out. I'm going to get it out."

The wally darling is my favourite line js new I think? Wally is being mentioned more overall.

In the bottom right another bug will appear that leads you to another hidden page. This is a video where Sally and Julie are talking, and "Williford" Wally is mentioned at the end (clownillustration.com/10-14-js)

The yellow drawn star is another link to audio. This one is very helpful @:) (clownillustration.com/i-2)

STICKERS

Top right there is a spider that brings you to a video where Julie and Barnaby are chatting. Glitches out again at the end when Wally is mentioned. (There is an mention during the conversation that he's there, I think that's different than the rest?) (clownillustration.com/11-14-jb)

Theres a few letters that look odd in the first part (in order of appearance): K P I (first one could be C, second could be S, third could be T. Might be in pairs of CK, SP, TI)

I managed to get a small blue orb thing in the top left but clicking did nothing. It is gone and couldn't be selected so that might have been just a my-laptop glitch. Weird though!

None of the stickers or banners are clickable (havent checked names)

There is a Caterpillar on the top right with another video. This one is between Howdy and Barnaby. Also glitches when Wally is mentioned. (Clownillustration.com/12-14-hb)

NEWS

E is out of place

The guestbook has officially been closed! Unless you submitted something a while back you cannot submit anything anymore. Understandable but unfortunate. There is a message to the guest book writers after the most recent update. Please respect boundaries @:)

There is a beetle on the top right that leads to another video between Edie and Howdy. Howdy calls Edie Ed and Julie Jewels @:P. Also glitches when Wally is mentioned (clownillustration.com/13-14-he)

GUESTBOOK

The drawn hello is clickable and leads to another audio. Theres some connectivity issues @:P (clownillustration.com/find)

I am too eepy to go through the rest of the guestbook but there is lots of new messages and images!

There is a little bug hiding in the top right that has another video link. This is a talk between Poppy and Sally. Wally is about @:) (clownillustration.com/2-14-sp)

EXHIBITION

Specifies that Welcome Home started airing on October 11th 1969 until sometime in 1974 (4 to 5 years).

I didnt go through to test the brightness and read the text for all of the images of the gallery. There are multiples with text!

The house drawing on the bottom left is clickable and leads to more audio. It's very friendly @:) (clownillustration.com/understand)

There is a bug on the left halfway down with another video. This is a talk between Howdy and Poppy. Wally is about @:) Glitches when Wally is mentioned (clownillustration.com/1-14-ph)

MEDIA

Theres a lot more on this page that I will go through later!

MERCHANDISE

You need to wait for the butterfly to appear at the Currently Unknown Records subtitle. Leads to another video where Frank and Julie were talking back and forth. It's very Silly @:P. Glitches when Wally is mentioned. (Clownillustration.com/6-14-jf)

OTHER

When trying different possible codes I managed to get a drawn stars on the error page that leads to another audio! This one I did not expect. It shows up after waiting a few moments, either appearing or being drawn in a 2 star or 5 star formation. (Clownillustration.com/soon)

The hidden Wally audios lead to a possible hidden message: "I WILL (HELP?)(FIND?) YOU NEIGHBOR (A?) (I?) (WILL?) UNDERSTAND (YOU) SOON". My guess is "I will help find you neighbour. I will understand soon". But that doesnt explain where "A" and "WAY" would go. It could also read "I will find a way to help you neighbor" (although "to" is not one of our words).

There is another hidden audio you get from clicking the drawn heart of YOU (clownillustration.com/you-1)

YXWVOE still works. Transcript has been added.

WOXYVE now had a cockroach that leads to another video where Barnaby and Home have a conversation. This takes place after his conversation with Julie and Howdy as he mentions both. It glitches out once Wally is mentioned. (Clownillustration.com/14-14-bh)

YWXOEV has a drawing of a phone after a few moments. Another audio with the transcript. Wally is being so Silly @:p (clownillustration.com/way)

VOYWEX works the same. I waited for a while and there were no added text or drawings.

EOVWXY works the same. Fhe webpage is also called answer, just like Wally's hidden audio files. Sounds like Wally is trying to communicate through the static at times?

That's all I found tonight without going through all the new images! It is 2am here, but it's so fun being able to dive into the new update!

By typing in different words you can get audio from HELP and PHONE (seems different than old phone call audio. More has been added, voice has been updated).

THOUGHTS

Also I have a guess that with all the videos the first numbers might put them into a chronological order? If true there may be up to 14 hidden audios as the last one (Barnaby and House) is 14-14 (14 our of 14). Might not work or mean anything if there are duplicate numbers (or they are happening at the same time).

If they can be placed in order, perhaps a new message or secrets can be found with the two letters they all end with! This I will test tomorrow.

Also the eyes appear on all pages out on the left and eight, most likely belonging to Wally as he makes multiple inferences towards eyeballs and him being related (I can see you, I see out of the eyes on my you've drawn, here is how you drawn eyes, etc.)

There has also been a lot of stuff relating to bugs, which Frank directly mentions is his expertise. Frank also is in multiple videos, which seems like there may or may not be a connection. I forget now, but it should be checked if Frank ever asks Wally's opinion since that is when videos glitch and end. If he does not, then that may be a sign that Frank knows more than they're letting on.

Good Bye for now!

[drunkwhenimadethis]

I no longer wade into the black waters, I feel winged, crowned. I float like water lilies and cry for the splendorous joy that arrives in my awareness. Sudden gluttony for all of this perfection of mind

I see the web of life, glimmering light of knowing; such a contrast to the darkness I had thought was all-surrounding

I drive home from work like a green jewel beetle, cozy in my shell. Rain collapses onto the windshield. Headlights are all drawing streaky streams of light over the world. I don’t know where I am while I drive. I move like in hypnosis. We all read each other’s flashes and pauses. I am inside of myself remarking: everything in my life is perfect. Even the bad things. Extracting value from within a deep vagueness. I take long periods away, I am in sync with almost imperceptible rhythms. Like phases of moon: at times absorption, and then reflection, emittance

I am at work typing on the ancient computer. I am in my imagination at the source of all things. Jungles, blackness, ecstasy. I am comforted by my dimensions: I feel no need to bring them out into shared day. I do not need a name in front of you. I do not need to be known by the world in the same capacity by which I know and recognize myself—in a sense I am my treasure; my knowledge of myself, the way I see the world—it is all refuge, dream, protection

My acceptance is my amulet. “You are so magnetic”—yes, we all are, the heart is the largest biological magnet. On which wave of this reality do you float and play and swim?

[tearsonthemoons]

Talk to me - part one

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄༻✦༺⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

Warning: (none) pure fluff.

Pairing: Finnick Odair x chubby reader

promt: You've always liked finnick odair, even before his reaping. while running into him while headed to the district market, you discover just how intense he makes you feel. (Multiple part story with a thick plot line.)

Finnick Odair, every girl in every districts boy crush, including mine.

My unfair advantage came with my look, I wasn't exactly what people would see as beautiful, quite the opposite of sex appeal. Though now it really is hard to be considered something appealing to the capital's eyes, or a handsome boy in our district. Finnick couldn't relate, he’s what every boy wants to look like and what every girl wants to get their hands on.

I had fallen victim of his charm.

I was a tough girl though, I never let boys get in the way. Then again, I’ve never ran into a situation where i needed to try and prevent this either.

I have never been chased by a boy, never desired. I'm not a capital jewel, or even a pretty district girl. Somehow even being short of food, my body seemed bigger than the average girl in my district, or any district. I have larger arms, wider hips, and my thighs weren't small by any means either, I never do feel ashamed of my body, It's not like i'll be showing it off to anyone.

"Y/n?" I heard my mother call, interrupting my thoughts. I'm sure she was just planning to send to into the town to sell off her pearls for something to put on the table. I was already lacing up my boots in preparation for the 3 miles of walking i'd have to do.

I walk down the hall and greet my tired mother with a small peck on the cheek. "On it." I say pushing through our faulty door and heading my usual direction into the town.

With each step I took through the forest on the patchy trial, Finnick was in my mind, Though he had won the hunger games for our district at only 14, he’s never failed to come back home from his capitol "duties", Were older now though, no longer teenagers, he has more freedom of where he calls home. I never knew finnick well enough to talk about him in depth, unless it was about his alluring looks anyways. In school he was typically pulling pranks on other students and teachers, but he never did get in trouble, It was probably his manners, he was always kind, despite being a little wild.

I remember being 12 years old, walking this same path home, only I had company, with this kind boy, finnick, no particular reason, he just happened to be talking my ear off the whole time, whether it was about fish he could catch, or how he liked the color of my hair. I enjoyed his presence, He only did walk with me a few more time after that, I wasn't too cooperative to the talking part, I never even told him my true name, "What's your name then?" he said, I smiled, and that was all. Then all of a sudden I was "Bugs".

I sure it was because of my beetle charm, but he never did specify why he had called me this.

By the time these thoughts had consumed my mind, I was a but over halfway there, passing my old school already, each step crushed with the sounds of leafs. It was chilly out, the wind was blowing my hair in my face, I was thankful for the scarf my mother made me wear on my way. The crunching of the leafs were soothing my ears. Until I began to hear the crunches follow behind me. Who was there? was I being followed? robbed? I came to a quick turn expecting to be frightened, but to my surprise, the blonde headed boy who was in my thoughts all this time was following behind me.

what was finnick doing here?

I headed a bit towards him, a friendly smile was on his face, or maybe a devious smirk, I really couldn't tell. "Hey there." he said taking steps closer to me, I was able to identify his smile, it was devious.

I almost didn't respond to him like I didn't all those years ago, but his greeting was to alluring to avoid. My heart nearly left my chest, "Hi" I said with a smile back. All I could manage to get out was that before I turned around keeping myself on my same path to my destination, still being slightly ahead of him.

I heard him speed up a bit to walk beside me, his tall and broad frame next to me was enough to understand why so many girls wanted him. Handsome is all I can say. "Headed to town?" he said turning his body to mine, still keeping the same pace as before. a smile on his face as he looked at me. "Yes, trading pearls for my mother." I said holding out the pretty pearl in my hand for him to see. It was strange having finnick odair, capitals charmer walking with me into the town, but then again, we've called the same place home for years, it's not like he's lost or anything.

"Pretty pearls you got their Bug." he said with a slight giggling placing the pearl back into my hand, I stopped in my tracks realizing he had recognized me. Why did he recognize me? Some random girl that ignored him on his way home from school? It wasn't adding up and I tried to piece it together shooting him a puzzled look. "You remember me?" I said with a near stutter in my voice, furrowing my brows a bit more as he shared a chuckle out loud, his smile lines complimenting his oddly white teeth.

"Hmm" he said turning to walk again, "How could I forget that pretty hair." he said with another laugh, It was almost sarcastic. even if he was being sarcastic, at least he remembered me, because he's been stuck in my mind since I first formed my crush on him at only 12. I turn and continue to walk with him, a few moments of silence and crunching leafs consume my ears. I was waiting for him to talk to me again, or think of something I could say to him, but it was just quite, aside from his little whistle he kept repeating.

"I'm going to donate my fish to the market today, join me?" he said as we took our last few steps into the town, It was a relief he had invited me, though I had things to do, I'm sure a few more minutes in the towns wouldn't uphold my mother's dinner plan to much. besides, what harm could a nice even with Finnick do?

I can't help but smile a bit, bringing his face to look at mine. "Why not." I say following him further. Surely a few more minutes with him wouldn't delay my mother's dinner plans to terribly.

We make our final approaching steps reaching an old ladies market, she typically trade shiny goods for meats, but Finnick wasn't trading, just offering. "Here you are lilith." he said placing what seemed to be a small bag of trouts in front of the old lady, her hands were shaking as she pulled out a shiny locket from her pocket. I had recognized this jewel, She's always had it on displayed, offered to me for food a few times, I was never able to take no matter how pretty I thought it was. I looked back at finnick, a smile on his face as he shook his head at the old woman, for a second I forgot that finnick probably had endless supplies of these pretty lockets. "For free lilith, Keep it." he said closing the locket in her hands, the woman shook her head back at him in response. "Take it dear, there's no harm." she said trying to hand it to him, my eyes were obviously glued to the pretty necklace, but I was distracted enough to see him actually take it from the woman though, I looked over at him, his eyes were darting back and forth from the necklace to my neck.

"Okay lilith, but only for the lady." He said kissing her hand and sharing a soft smile with her. I could feel the warmth of my face forming a pink color on my cheeks, I looked at him not only being so nice to this woman, but receiving me a necklace I've wanted for years. I smile at him as we leave the old women's booth.

"For you." he said holding the necklace up, dangling in front of my eyes, I drank in its golden beauty. "Thank you Finnick." I said gently grabbing it from him, my fingers tracing over the flower detail on the necklace capsule, it was almost shiney enough to see my reflection in it. He had his hands behind his back now, watching me admire it.

"Here, let me." he said taking the necklace back in his hand and walking behind me. I could feel my stomach form knots, tight ones, seeing him disappear behind me, I pulled my longish hair up in my hands, allowing his to go around my neck, gently picking up the other end of the necklace, his hand faintly touching the crook of my neck, It was enough to send shivers now my spine. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck now, I wonder if he could see the goosebumps on my neck. the locket fell down over my scarf, It was beautiful. Finnick was back in front of me with a smile, hands on the base of the locket. "Pretty, isn't it?" he said looking back up at me.

I could tell the seconds of my delayed response nearly made it obvious how I was feeling, his lips being slightly parted and his eyes wide in expression made me want to kiss him. I've never wanted to kiss a boy this way before. I couldn't say anything, just stare. A cough came through his throat interrupting my thoughts. "Here." he said unraveling my scarf from my neck gently, my hair fell onto my shoulders, the necklace falling down decently low, resting right above my chest. "Very pretty." he said smiling quickly before turning away from my face walking towards the direction of another booth, me tagging along. Was he talking about the necklace alone? or the necklace on me? was all that was running through my mind. my scarf was still in his hands, him holding onto it for me. I was swooning, my eyes trying their best to not stare at him.

When we arrive at the booth, I pick up some bread to eat for dinner, the pearl didn't get too much, but this would still feed us. We walk toward the path we took to get here, not saying anything since his compliment to the necklace he got me. I start to walk down the path and notice hes standing still not trying to follow.

"This is where I'm off." he said smiling down at me. A disappointment filled me, Even in silence, I liked spending time with him. "You aren't coming?" I said causing his smile to fade a bit. "Not today." he said slightly defeated. I smile at him, "Thank you." I said with another almost stutter in my voice. "I've always wanted this necklace, thank you finnick." I said, I wanted to give him a hug, something was drawing me to him, but I just sat there not being able to. "I'm glad you like it." he said, his soft laugh teasing at my heart again. We both smile at this, I know I looked like a love smitten fool at this point, like all those pretty district girl would look at him even if he were to just walk by.

"Bye now." I said turning away and walking down the path a few steps more.

"Bye!" he shouted a bit so I would hear him, the smile on my face growing bigger than it has all day, now that I was hidden from his frontal few, I had nothing to try and hide. The walk home was slow and boring, finnicks pretty smile and warm eyes on my mind all the way until I walked through my wooden door.

"You're back late" my mom said receiving the bread from my hands and putting it down on our dining table. The smile hadn't left my face just yet, leaving her to notice it. "What's that about?" she said with a soft grin, nuding my shoulder.

"Nothing important, just ran into an old friend." I said sitting down at the dining table with her, cutting the bread with the knife I had stored away in my jeans.

"Just a friend." I whispered, her eyes on my locket. "Your friend sure does like you if he happened to get you that expensive necklace, that thing could get us all kinds of bread and meat." She said pulling the necklace into her cold hands.

I stopped chewing to look at her again, "Well, this one's not for sale." I said pulling it from her hands, gently holding it in mine. "hm." left her lips, I could tell by the suspicion in her eye's that she might have figured out it wasn't someone I wanted to call a friend.

"We'll seen then." she said smiling while getting up from her chair. "You do need to go back tomorrow anyways." she said.

I didn't respond, only a sense of excitement filling my gut, maybe I would see him again.

Maybe I could truly thank him.

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[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Behold my Sonic fankids!

Buckle up y'all I'm about to lore-drop

Dash the Hedgehog: Son of Sonic and Amy. He's a speedy, fun-loving kid with a big heart. Future hero of Mobius but for now is mostly having fun exploring with his dad and racing anyone he meets. Also has a hammer like Amy's, with which he can do cool tricks.

Mouse the Owl: Adopted daughter of Sonic and Amy. Found and brought home by Dash after her parents were killed by an Eggman scheme. She's really sweet and a bit shy, and is basically the equivalent of Tails for Dash. Best friends with Tikal.

Nova Prower: The girl that grew from Cosmo's seed. Raised by single dad Tails and is a great mechanic like him! Loves sunlight and nature and going on adventures with her Papa.

Ash the Cat: Son of Blaze and Silver and twin brother of Aura. As the crown prince chosen by the Sol Emeralds, he inherited Blaze's fire powers. He's very stoic and serious, taking his role as future king very seriously.

Aura the Hedgehog: Twin sister of Ash. Is far more spunky and playful, and tries to drag her brother out to do fun things instead of studying. Inherited Silver's telekinesis.

Knuckles the Bat-chidna, a.k.a. Knux: Firstborn son of Knuckles and Rouge. Relatively rare in having mixed species features rather than only taking after one. He's rather rebellious and doesn't want to take on the warrior lifestyle on Angel Island, preferring thievery.

Spear the Echidna: Second son of Knuckles and Rouge. Far more serious about his tribal heritage than his older brother, and because of this is next in line to take on the Guardianship of the Master Emerald. Devoted to the warriors lifestyle and protecting his family.

Jewel the Bat: Daughter of Knuckles and Rouge. Sweet and simple, well-trained in fighting but prefers not to. Is dedicated to finding all the secrets of Angel Island, taking care of its Chao population, and recording the history of the Echidna for future generations. Not named after Jewel the Beetle but they do become friends after realizing they share a name.

Hunter the Bat: Son of Knuckles and Rouge. Inherited both of his parents' treasure hunting tendencies and loves to explore. His wings grew in too small, making him the only member of his family who can't fly/glide, although he can hover for a short amount of time. That doesn't stop him from traveling all over the world! Honorary member of Team Kid Chaotix (the next generation of the Chaotix).

Tikal the Echidna: Youngest daughter of Knuckles and Rouge. Small and spunky! Is still a bit young for warrior training, but she's ready to go when she can! Loves animals and swimming and playing around Angel Island. Goddaughter of her namesake, and is able to interact with her and Chaos. Best friends with Mouse.

Night the Wolf: Son of Shadow and Whisper. Autistic and almost entirely non verbal. Is super powerful, with Shadow's abilities, but is very quiet, calm, and stoic. Because of his resting angry face, people think he's kind of grumpy like his dad, but he's actually pretty chill. Very close with his "cousin" Knux.

Maria the Hedgehog: Daughter of Shadow and Whisper. Fun, spunky, loud, and energetic. Basically has the energy and noise of the rest of the family combined. Loves to get into fights and Night constantly has to bail her out. Also has Shadow's abilities, especially running. Loves to run. Always has a different fun design on her T-shirt.

Mint the Bunny-dile: Daughter of Vector and Vanilla. Like Knux, is a rare mixed-species kid, although mostly crocodile. Is hard of hearing due to physical issues with the connection of rabbit ears with a crocodile head. Is very big and strong, sometimes not knowing her own strength. Sweet and a bit rough-and-tumble. Is a big proponent of body positivity due to being mixed-species as well as growing up around primarily mammal mobians who were a lot smaller than her at the same age.

Gale the Hawk: Daughter of Jet. Fast, cool, and a bit egotistical but ultimately good-hearted. Loves racing and pushing herself to learn new tricks and new types of racing. Like wearing the "retro" hand-me-downs from her Aunt Wave (okay actually I haven't decided if I ship Wave and Jet or see them as siblings so for now it's just "aunt")

Thanks for letting me ramble! Feel free to ask me about my babies 😁

[ayzrules-art]

a lil intro for moon-and-seraph's words into potions event this march! definitely check it out if you can; they've put so much work into making such a cute, motivating challenge for us!

WILT AND BLOOM .

GENRE・Fantasy (specifically, second world urban fantasy) WARNINGS・Body horror and plant-related body horror, mild gore, physical/emotional abuse, implied/fade-to-black sexual abuse, violence, torture, nonconsensual experimentation, abductions/kidnapping.

SUMMARY・Sworn to serve the Blooming Court and its fickle blossom-queen, Alejandro has resigned himself to an eternity ensnared in the treachery of fae lords and their patronage contracts—binding agreements drawn in blood, and in the flowers that sprout from his bones each spring. But everything changes when he rescues a girl cursed to die as a star.

First, Alejandro must accept the help of a traitor. Then, the manhunt to bring in a heart-eating Oathbreaker wreaks havoc on the centennial Ascendancy, uprooting all his attempts to save Genevieve. To make matters worse, the embers of an ancient war are flaring back to life: the Blooming Queen and her Withering half-sister have been battling for centuries, the magic of the land sickens with the pollutants of the modern age, and investigating the curse reveals a deadly truth that leads to more questions than answers.

As Genevieve grows weaker, it all comes down to Alejandro to put an end to a battle between the forces of life and death and wilt and bloom—a battle that may just be the end of the world as he knows it.

[aesthetics + court info under the cut]

COLOR PALETTE .

The Blooming Queen’s hair as it is when the story starts: a rotting, brown-sweetened gold, like a bruised persimmon, pale orange undertones mottled with the hues of overripe peach flesh.

All the reds of an autumn forest, but especially the deep, bloody reds that certain trees produce—crimson with a cool tinge to it, a violet-indigo like shadows blooming at twilight.

The dry, wilted brown of fallen leaves; the papery chestnut of dying grass; the goldenrod that adorns fields in sways and swirls until first frost.

Dusk-light that pours like honey, a sighed warmth that pools into all the places where you have gone hollow.

The depthless dark of the Withering Queen’s eyes, like earth black with everything once-bloomed and dying; the burnished gleam of the wilt-prince’s eyes, dark like his mother’s until the light hits right. Then, they’re veined in the softness of mercy.

The orange ember-brilliance of Tselvya’s flames, of Genevieve’s hair, of chrysanthemums and marigolds throwing flamboyant blooms into the slow subside of midsummer sunshine.

THE BLOOMING COURT .

Butterflies and moths and beetles have domain over this land, where the flowers are bright and the berries overripe, sweet and heady and repugnant. The Blooming Queen dotes upon them, and they grow larger than they have any right to be.

The fae sworn to the blossom-queen adorn themselves in red, red jewels and red flowers and red life, carnage bloodied down the tips of sharp teeth and talon-pointed nails. They pluck the eyeballs out of freshly slaughtered game and feast on fruit bruised to the point of bursting, and all the flowers they touch bloom big and bright and radiant, incandescent—almost frighteningly alive.

Death will always be much too slow to come, here where life rots to the very core.

THE WITHERING THRONE .

The wilt-queen rules from a throne of bones and moonflowers, and her flesh is so brittle that she appears to be no more than a dead body propped up in a borrowed imitation of life. A single touch of her finger leaves spiderwebs of pale mold behind, dozens of white moths fluttering about her shoulders and settling atop the crown of fresh roses adorning her hair. As the moon rises and falls and rises again, the moths drop all around her, and the roses lose their bright sweetness, rotting into a slow, violet-brown mass, until the Withering Queen is draped in nothing but corpses.

The wilt-queen offers her white-clad followers all manner of delicacies over the course of their midnight banquets, and she eagerly partakes in the festivities herself, her dainty corpse-mouth red with the hearts of small, dead creatures. She caresses bony fingers—spindly like the stems of wilted flowers—down the edges of dewy blossoms and trapped prey animals before she drains all the life out of them, her face going from dead-eyed translucence to pink and flushed in the space between one exhale and the next. 

Birds and insects and rodents die at the hands of the Withering Throne, laid to rest in the soil, and the Withering Queen feasts. She feasts.

[oziads]

here is my woefully belated secret samol for @/lightinpitch on twitter! (twt link)

she requested something to do with signet's unseen reliquaries of her own body parts and i was very excited to oblige! i have always been so sad we never got to see those onscreen. some more thoughts + detail shots + design notes under the cut!

so i make pinterest mood/reference/inspiration boards for most big illustrations i do, and this one is by far my biggest one with like 350+ pins on it lmao.

i wanted to avoid just doing catholicism with my reliquary designs and instead wanted a bit of an art nouveau vibe with an emphasis on insect motifs. (teeth reliquary going for the chrysalis shape & heart reliquary going with a butterfly egg shape—the middle one i ended up doing a kind of weird anatomical pattern with the detailing instead, see also the detailing on her gold collar)

the red jewels are also of course meant to evoke the false eyes on a moth's wings.

the sleeveless over-dress/sarafan i decided on after looking at some replicas of/modernized versions of 17th century russian court dress, but the detailing is meant to evoke a tailed moth (and it also kinda looks like dripping blood, which was an extra bonus because i wanted to keep the suggestion of like. unsettling body stuff). her scalloped sleeves mostly just came from my brain.

as for the headdress i went back to pham huong's crane crown that janine referenced in her first description of signet's fashion sense, and drew a beetle/scarab riff on it (+ the moth-eye jewels).

if i'd had more time/brain juice i would have loved to do some fun art-nouveau style scrolling/arabesques around the frames and more detail to the dress, but alas. all of these elements i think could make for a really cool visdev project if i had the time and excess creativity, it would be neat to design more reliquaries and outfits and props and stuff... but i doubt i'll ever get around to it lol. anyway thanks for reading!!

[princesstaeille]

Seeds

summary: donghyuck gets distracted while picking strawberries, so doyoung goes to find him.

genre(s): farm!au, horror

warning(s): gore, food as horror, mentions of dead animals (pls let me know if there are more)

wc: 636

notes: inspired by this post. if you enjoyed reading, pls like/reblog and comment! thank you xxx

"Donghyuck, supper's ready!"

Doyoung trudges through the tall, yellowing grass and searches for the boy in the vast field.

A calm wind blows in from the west and sends the wheat dancing, swaying gently. The delicate smell of strawberries weaves through the field and leads Doyoung to where the wheat becomes sparse, and the sea of golden grain mingles with bright green leaves until it's no longer. Now, before him, lies rows of strawberry plants that house hundreds of small jewels, which glisten when the sunlight kisses them.

There, he finds Donghyuck, who, in the company of Daegal, plucks a ruby from its stem and drops it into his mouth. Occasionally, he tosses one into the tan and worn wicker basket beside him.

Doyoung wipes the sweat from his brow and sighs. "You know you're supposed to pick the strawberries, not eat them all before everyone else, right?" He lightly glowers, but the brunet pays no mind.

Donghyuck brings another strawberry to his lips; this one is big and plump and succulent, such a stunning red that it almost resembles the heart. He takes a big bite and savors the sweetness that floods his tongue and overtakes his senses. Juice seeps from the corners of his mouth and dribbles down his chin, staining the collar and cuffs of his shirt bright pink.

Doyoung watches as Donghyuck swipes another strawberry from its stem and notices that his fingertips are painted the same color. The juice makes a home underneath each nail and spreads thin when any pressure is applied, only to coalesce once more in a translucent pink thread.

Donghyuck uses Daegal as a napkin and rubs his sticky hands into her fur, turning the pristine white to pale red. Then, he picks up the wicker basket at his knee and holds it up. "Oh, come on, hyung. You see I picked all of these right here, don't you? This is plenty. I was just having a small snack." He smiles cheekily and tilts his head. "A reward for all my hard work."

Doyoung wants to roll his eyes at the comment but freezes at seeing Donghyuck's smile.

His lips are dyed the same red as his fingertips, and the color trickles down his neck, but he makes no move to wipe the mess from his mouth. Skin and flesh stick to his gums and sink into the crevices; the juice coats his tongue and teeth and drips from his canines. Seeds are caught between the gaps, and his tongue tries to push them free. Like trapped golden beetles, they crawl and squirm, only to be crushed by their enamel cages.

Doyoung recoils with a scowl. "Make sure to wash up before supper. You'll scare away everyone's appetite if you show up like that."

A slight pout supplants the grimace that once rested on Donghyuck's face. His tongue, hidden by pursed lips, wiggles around his mouth some before he spits a wad of seed and saliva out into the grass. He wipes his mouth with a sleeved hand for good measure.

"This year's harvest seems extra ripe." Donghyuck hoists the basket up and holds it on his hip, staring proudly at the picked strawberries. "And we probably have enough to sell. Make a nice cake or something with them, maybe a lemonade since it's getting warmer."

Doyoung peers into the basket and studies them. They are ripe, and full of juice, too. Bursting with it, almost. The strawberries bloat and bulge, skin stretched thin and transparent. The juice courses throughout like blood. A basketful of tiny hearts, thrumming with life. "Mhm," he replies half-heartedly.

Donghyuck chirps at Daegal. "Come on, girl," he bids, and the dog rises from its place in the grass where it rested so peacefully it almost looked dead, pristine white fur tainted red.

thank you so much for reading! please leave a like and a comment. reblogs are appreciated too!

[cosmothealien358]

*slides in* Bug symbolism? Tell me more

ask and you shall receive :)

(Jewel?) Scarab? 

I know I’ve seen people saying this is a love bug, but love bugs don’t look anything like this (unfortunately, I love the idea that a love bug would direct into a conversation between Eddie and Frank. However, this bug resembles a beetle, possibly a scarab, more than anything. Scarabs are especially prominent in Ancient Egyptian culture, and they symbolize rebirth and renewal. While western civilization has come to interpret scarabs as a symbol of death and destruction, Ancient Egyptians believed scarabs to hold rejuvenating power for the living and the dead. They were also associated with the sun god Ra (partially due to their behavior of moving dung balls aligning with the movement of the sun). They are associated with death, as they come out of the soil, and also because, during mummification, the heart was often replaced with a scarab-shaped amulet. Overall, scarabs represent rebirth, revival, and even resurrection. 

(WH bug symbolism part 1)

[h1ccu9]

Scarab character profile‼️‼️‼️

(This is all based on them being the reader in @charliemwrites SpecGru (this is also a self insert))

Name:Amanda “Scarab” Buckley

Alias/nicknames: Scarab, Ladybug, Andi, Mandi, Dromeda

Age: 27

Gender and pronouns: AFAB She/They

Surviving Family members: adoptive uncle

Physical description:

About 5’5” about 175lbs. She’s very muscular and has pretty thick thighs, never skips leg day. Their hair is layered and stops about the middle of her back. It’s mostly straight, but has a slight wave. They have naturally black hair, but has streaks of dark, neon blue. The blues bright, but not like baby blue, more neon colour. She also has hair wraps with jewel tone colours and sometimes beads or sea shells.

Identifying features/unusual marks:

•scar on her lips, like starting right below the right side of her nose and ending middle/beginning of their chin

•also has a scar on her nose

•their nose is pretty crooked from not being correctly fixed from multiple times of it being broken

•freckles all over her body

•a small scarab beetle tattoo behind her left ear

•a nose piercing on her right nostril

•lots of ear piercings

•a tongue piercing (and nipple piercings)

•belly button piercing

•has large freckles in the shape of the Andromeda Constellation on her side

•small star tattoos like freckles all over her body

•wolf jaw bone under her boob

•3 small colourful ladybug tattoos on her chest

•heart with like squiggly lines in the valley of her boobs

•jellyfish on her hips

•SpecGru symbol on her upper left arm

•Lily of the Valley tattoo on her thigh

•swords above her knees

•many scars along her body

Childhood:

They don’t know who their birth parents are and she doesn’t remember the first 6 years of her life. Their adoptive (she considers him her actual dad) worked for the Navy SEALs and ended up adopting her after a mission. Amanda doesn’t really know where or why, no one’s had told her and they can’t find the files on said mission.

They had a fairly good life, lived in Texas then moved to California, her dad and his best friend (their uncle) raised her to be strong and independent. They learned to love the ocean and spent most of her days there. She learned to cook and play guitar, to fight and throw knives and a whole bunch of other cool things. Their uncle taught her Italian and their dad taught them ASL, leading to that being a primary form of communication when things got rough. She wasn’t the most popular in school because she had the scar on her lip, and when someone got close they’d leave. This led to their lack of trust with people.

Yet because i love angst and need something sad, all good things come to an end.

Her dad was still in the navy, so of course he had to go on a mission. On said mission, he ended up getting shot and killed. After that her uncle, who was extremely distant and took her dad’s death hard, took them in until they turned 18 and joined the Navy.

Military career:

When she joined, they tried to join the SEALs to be like her dad, yet was denied. So she just joined the navy and trained to be a medic. They didn’t fully become a medic, yet have all the qualifications and training.

How she got their nickname is when she was training, she continuously got lucky and missed getting hurt or in trouble lots of times. For a while people called her ladybug because of how lucky they were. They were happy for a while because she felt like she was honoring their dad. Then she got stabbed and betrayed by someone they thought was her friend. When she healed and came back to work she was completely different, like they were “reborn”, and one of her friends from training and now on the same team started to call them “Scarab” because of the fact of luck and their “rebirth”.

141:

She worked for the Navy for 5 years and then got recruited by Laswell to work for Task Force 141. During that time they let their walls down and got close, something they didn’t due for years. She thought they were better, then they got hurt and almost died. After they woke up she got kicked and essentially betrayed by the 141 and transferred.

SpecGru:

Now most of this still follows the same timeline of the series, so there’s not much. But when she joined SpecGru, they learned to trust people again, but for two weeks during October it’s terrible because not only did her dad die, but she almost died and forced out of the people she thought cared about her.

[kirbyofthestars]

If ribbon were in the pokemon world what are some of the pokemon they would train :)?

Carbink / Diancie (Her Ace - a Rock/Fairy type covered in crystals with a soft, fluffy mane, found during underground expeditions.)

Sylveon (A Fairy-Type covered in ribbons for Ribbon the Fairy. This just feels par for the course.)

Swoobat (it’s the Courting Pokémon for a crushy fairy who loves to explore caves and catacombs, and it’s got a Ripple Star-esque heart motif!)

Masquerain (The Eyeball Pokémon, uses its eyespots to scare predators. Also the vibes fit quite nicely.)

Mega Absol (White fluffy feathers that mark an angelic harbringer of doom and misfortune; sounds familiar.)

Sableye (Someone who loves collecting shiny rocks and jewels as much as she does.)

Heracross (Ate a beetle in concept art that one time.)

Remoraid (It’s a gun.)

[azazelstays]

A/N: Good day, pookies. I’ve decided it’s time to stop procrastinating. So here is my official tumblr debut! This is something I wrote a bit ago and didn’t cringe at three minutes later lol

Warnings: suicidal idealisation, angsty! But bittersweet if you’re deranged like me🫶🏻

Golden, it was.

I was young, it was a late afternoon, sunny and golden on lilac fields.

Your eyes were lavender. Everyone's were lavender but mine. Mine were black like coal. It wasn't my fault; I know that now. But back then it was a curse to me. I hated how my reflection bore the truth of my differences. How my eyes were just so different. Had I messed up in a previous life?

Was this an interference from a higher power disguised as gentle, when truly it was torture in form of society and her merciless ways?

I was contrasting, she didn't like that.

So, when I told my people I loved them, they scowled. Appalled. It happened time and time again. I stopped hoping. Learning quickly how she caused the people around me to cast me away, regard me with disgust, undisguised. No one would protect me. I knew that. I couldn't blame them either. Who knows for sure if I wouldn't have done the same if the roles were reversed.

Deep down I knew or hoped I wouldn't, but I didn't let it linger. It wasn't their fault.

You were known, famous even for your empathy. Everyone knew how much comfort you had to give, how much love you meant to spread. You made everything sound like it was okay, adorned every flaw until it became a jewel- and yet. I didn't believe it.

But then I heard you. I became weak and I let your words comfort me, shutting out the lingering voice of my heart warning me to be cautious. "Don't let them hurt us more", it said.

Oh, had I only listened to you, my poor soul.

When we first met, you looked into my eyes and without flinching, told me it was okay. I was fine. I wasn't that bad.

In that moment I thought your eyes were golden.

Our encounters became more frequent from that moment onward. We would meet once every seven days on the lilac field. Your words were soothing to my wounds and with time scars remained. The pleas of my heart quieting more.

I smiled. It felt weird. You laughed at my happy grimace and soon I laughed along.

You made me feel strong, like I could face anyone. Like their words just ricocheted off the golden rays our last meeting had left me with.

What was I without you? What was I before you? What was left without you?

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

However, our next encounter came quicker, breaking the pattern we had carefully crafted. It wasn't at the field either and you didn't see me at first. You spoke with your back turned to me, with who must have been your acquaintances. So, I patiently waited.

"I hear you've been talking to beetle eyes."

The voice wasn't gentle like yours and my ears perched at the familiar nickname people had branded me with.

"Ah, yea. Whassat 'bout, eh?" Another scornful voice.

Your hand reached to the back of your head as you fiddled with a lock of your hair. A nervous habit you had.

"They aren't.." You started but were interrupted.

"Don't tell me you've actually grown a soft spot for that stray."

And I saw as your shoulder slumped the slightest bit with the repulsed tone. One you hadn't ever felt on yourself. One I was only too familiar with.

My heart stuttering in its beat, my eyes wide-

"What?!" you exclaimed; your voice though unsteady, equal in tone.

"I'm just messing with the reject, so what?"

-my heart broke, shattered. A tiny suppressed sob crawling out of my throat that felt impossibly tight.

What had come over me? Whatever possessed me to lower my guard to such an extent? I turned and I left, never looking back when I heard you call my name.

I've always loved shiny things. The sparkle, the brightness. The way it was so different from all the bland and mundane as it emerged effortlessly from the rubble. Golden. The way it made me feel powerless.

The way you made me feel inferior. How you looked at me sympathetically, gracious. As if I should feel honored by your presence in my vicinity. And I did. Until it wasn't. And I didn't.

Was it bad that I wanted to be gone? That this world felt so hurtful with the loathe I had for myself burning through my veins returning tenfold after your lies.

It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry.

You tried so hard to put up with someone like me. I hated myself for burdening your kind heart with a helpless case like myself. Every memory of the past at the field now left a bitterness on my tongue I couldn't will away. And I hated how I felt so hurt even though I had no right. I knew I should have been grateful for your effortful kindness instead of the pain that came with your revelation but it hurt so bad.

I felt overwhelmed, lightheaded.

"I want out."

I had begged toward the sky. I'm done, I'm tired I whispered to the lovely lilac that now smelled of charred hope.

I wasn't their fault. It was me. It was always me. But no more.

No more me.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

//hope you enjoyed this a little! I’m new to this so any feedback is highly appreciated <3

~Azazel

[idenwritingthing]

Rot

Hello, friend. I am Rot. I am Decay. I am the grey petals on the flowers as they wilt away. You know who I am, do you not? You do of course. I know you well. We've met many times, I can tell. You have the fear that they enforce. Your kind see me foul. Horrible, vile. A putrid being leaking bile. Cunning like fox and wise like owl. "She is filled with worms, spiders, beetles," "And other beasts of similar kin," "Crawling, scrawling, scratching skin," "From head to heart, truly evil"

You run from me. You scream in terror. You beg to be freed from my grasp of horror. And yet I march, despite your plea. You build machines, to slow my goal. You sterilize, clean and heal, Replacing flesh with stainless steel, Cleansing down to your very soul.

Why, oh why, do you fear me so? Drowning out the spark of life, Wasting natures gift, so bright, All to stop my march so old?

Hear my truth, friends of Earth; I hold no hate. No contempt. No distaste. My heart holds 'nough love to burst. I love you, friends. I truly do. That is why I make them rot. I let them rest, I let them stop. I make the pain and chaos end on cue.

In cessation there is beauty. There is freedom, fulfilment, completion. In the end lies true relief from all of one's needless, worldly duties.

I am not cold, nor cruel, As I lie dormant within all the living. I wait until the moment comes, giving them their promised jewel. The jewel that unites you all; The jewel to which all return; The one jewel that all souls may hold. In beautiful unity. There is beauty about such a jewel, is there not? A shimmering, sparkling liberator. A shining, glittering union. For all souls to find in the chaos. Hello, friend. I am Rot. And I am beautiful.