#poppy blossom packs

[jade-green-butterfly]

Just watched Trolls Band Together...ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!!😍😍😍(SPOILERS AHEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!)

Oooh, my Harmonia...just got back from watching Trolls Band Together and my GOODNESS!!🤩✨🤩✨🤩Words cannot describe how amazed and engrossed I was into the whole movie!!💖💖💖Was it worth the seven month wait?😗TOTALLY!!😍😍😍It was absolutely fantastic, and I LOVED and enjoyed every single moment of it!!🥰

I was really getting into scenes, got quite a few laughs out of some scenes and was touched the wholesome ones~💕Branch's brothers were just as enjoyable on screen - John Dory still being my fave as he grew throughout the movie (LOVE Rhonda too!😁) Spruce/Bruce is such a lovable family man, Clay was (serious)ly awesome in his scenes and the tender moments between Floyd and Branch really got me...especially with the flashbacks...🥲 It was so great to see Grandma Rosiepuff again, though I do wish there was more feeling shown when her death was mentioned, hopefully the brothers will come to terms with it more in time...and Branch's bunker plan for them all, d'awww...~🥺So he DID build the bunker for all his family...😭 Viva was such an amazing character as well as she adorably bonded with Poppy (ooh, dear King Peppy, I know you were heartbroken at the time but c'mon...😅) and finally braved out of her comfort zone, and Tiny Diamond going through his big boy phase was real cute and funny😂Bridget and King Gristle were great too, it was lovely seeing them again along with the Bergens!😊 I had a feeling Velvet and Veneer were luring BroZone to them, they were such good villains with their goals and personalities but I am glad Floyd got through to Veneer in the end, and he saw the wrong he and his sister were doing, and came clean to everyone. And Crimp was a cutie and deserves better🫂(glad she got a hug from Poppy and stood up to Velvet and Veneer in the end😌) And it was also great to see some of the Snack Pack again too, including Prince D and especially my darling Cooper too, eeeee~!😍💗💗💗He looked so dapper!💝🥰 Speaking of Poppy, she was just as darling as ever~!😚I seriously LOVED her relationship and her undying love for Branch blossom so much here whilst supporting and fangirling for him all the way as they interacted, bless her~😊And that sweet BROPPY KISS!!🤭...🤩I was going 'YES!! FINALLY!!' under my breath, grinning from ear to ear in that moment~💙💖And that moment when I thought he was gonna pop the question during the performance during the end...hehe, maybe another time~😉But I certainly didn't expect *NSYNC to show up in their trollsonas near the end...what a twist!😮

The chase scene and perfect family harmony scene were truly epic and it really shows, it doesn't have to be perfect as long as we're altogether~💞💓All the locations of the brothers were stunning to look at, with Vacay Island and Spruce/Bruce's family, the creepy abandoned Bergen golf course with the Putt-Putt Trolls, and finally Mount Rageous - a whole lot of wonder to take in!💖Walt Dohrn, Gina Shay and the DreamWorks Animation Crew did such an fantastic job on everything!✨🌟✨And that huge BroZone hug...again, d'aaaaww~!😭

As for the songs...I'll be downloading the rest of the album now because they were all wonderful to listen to!🎧🎶Real boyband and 90's nostalgia~✨I know they're gonna be stick in my head for a long time, hehe!😆I have so many faves, especially all versions of 'Better Place'~😚

A greatly HUGE thank-you in a million to everyone Trolls for such a fantastic movie, which I wonderfully enjoyed all the way through, from start to finish!🌟👏👏👏🌟AAAHH!!💓💗💓I JUST LOVED IT ALL!! 😍🤩😍I give it a solid 9.5 out of 10!!😊👍✨Totally made my weekend~!🫶🥰

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Hi there! First, I wanna say I absolutely love your works; they are all great, and I enjoy reading every one of their reactions!

Can I request to see HLC (including professors) react to MC sniffing them (out for many reasons, but mainly they want to remember their smell)? Just genuinely curious about what they would usually smell like :) Thank you! And wish to see more works of yours!

A/N: laughing so hard the whole time writing this 🤣

HLC REACT TO MC SNIFFING THEM

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: Old books and smoke. He smells like a stack of forgotten tomes that were set on fire. He raises an eyebrow and laughs. "You're not going to lick me next, are you?"

OMINIS GAUNT: Clean linens and a touch of mint. "...did you just sniff me?" One would think he'd be used to MC's weird behavior by now. Alas, he is not.

ANNE SALLOW: Wild flowers. She smells like she's been laying out in a meadow in spring. She smells her own robes. "What? Do I smell bad?"

IMELDA REYES: Broom polish and various wood scents. She gives MC a strong side-eye glare. "What are you doing?"

NATSAI ONAI: Incense and fresh cut grass. She gives MC an unsure look but smiles anyway. "You're acting strange. Even by your standards."

GARRETH WEASLEY: He smells like an apothecary shop threw up on him, that also exploded. "What? Do I still smell like burnt rat hair? I thought I got that out."

LEANDER PREWETT: Cheap cologne that screams "try hard", but at the same time isn't overly offensive. He side steps away from MC. "Please, stop that."

AMIT THAKKAR: Parchment and spilled ink. He startles when MC sniffs him and he jumps away like a startled cat. "What was that about?"

EVERETT CLOPTON: Depends on the day. There is no consistency with him. Some days he smells like a pack of dung bombs, others he smells like a summer breeze. He sweats nervously, hoping that MC doesn't smell dung bombs.

POPPY SWEETING: Ever smelled a horse with feathers? That's her. She watches MC curiously. "What are you sniffing around like a niffler for?"

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ELEAZAR FIG: A well kept library. Old leather and parchment. He sniffs MC back. "I'd say we're both due for a wash after all the running around we've been doing."

MATILDA WEASLEY: Orchids, her favorite floral scent. She gives MC an unsure glance. "You could just ask what perfume I use."

CHIYO KOGAWA: Leather and sweat. Even with quidditch canceled, she's always out and about the grounds. "Don't sniff. That's rather rude."

AESOP SHARP: The wizard equivalent of Old Spice and a hint of fire whiskey. He just rolls his eyes. He doesn't get paid enough for this.

ABRAHAM RONEN: Sugar and cinnamon. Always smells like he just came back from Honeydukes. "Oh my, do I smell bad?" He's genuinely concerned and smells his own robes.

MIRABEL GARLICK: A garden. Flowers, soil, pottery; the whole shabang. "I was repotting mandrakes with the third years today. Sorry if I smell a bit ripe." She laughs.

MUDIWA ONAI: Incense and palm oil. She offers MC some incense. "Would you like to burn some for your dorm? You smell like you could use it."

BAI HOWIN: She works in beast pens all day. Enough said. MC doesn't even need to get close to smell her on some days.

DINAH HECAT: Amazingly. Nothing. Her time as an unspeakable has taught her to be undetectable, even by smell. Old habits die hard.

CUTHBERT BINNS: He doesn't so much give off a scent, as he does a cold chill if MC gets too close.

SATYAVATI SHAH: VERY faint smell of cherry blossom. She's very guarded of her personal space, so MC will have a hard time catching it.

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: Expensive cologne and hair tonic. He steps away from MC. Ew. Students.

[deceasedchoir]

system name, name, pronoun, and title suggestions based on madoka kaname

girl pack ៸៸ (the) hope staff ៸៸ (the) flower collective ៸៸ magical girl system ៸៸ choir of friendship ៸៸ savior collective ៸៸ the fates ៸៸ deers ៸៸ wish hoard ៸៸ the wand

nadia ៸៸ hope ៸៸ wisp ៸៸ chloe ៸៸ asher ៸៸ jesse ៸៸ aurora ៸៸ faith ៸៸ aisling ៸៸ kit(ty) ៸៸ camellia ៸៸ cerise ៸៸ corali(n)e ៸៸ heather ៸៸ clover ៸៸ flora ៸៸ fawn ៸៸ allicent ៸៸ blossom ៸៸ azaela ៸៸ meadow ៸៸ lyric ៸៸ poppy ៸៸ alyssa ៸៸ dahlia ៸៸ ivy ៸៸ jasmine ៸៸ alina ៸៸ zara ៸៸ bethany ៸៸ eren ៸៸ tiffany ៸៸ naomi ៸៸ maddison / madz ៸៸ calliope ៸៸ lillian

🎀 / 🎀៸៸ wing / wings ៸៸ 🪽 / 🪽 ៸៸ 🩷 / 🩷 ៸៸ beep / beeps ៸៸ calm / calms ៸៸ goddess / goddeses ៸៸ love / loves ៸៸ hope / hopes ៸៸ heal / heals ៸៸ 💝 / 💝៸៸ shy / hyr ៸៸ tear /tears ៸៸ 🏩 / 🏩 ៸៸ hug / hugs ៸៸ pink / pinks ៸៸ frill / frills ៸៸ friend / friends ៸៸ wand / wands

꒰⠀do not interact : ace exclusive, nontraumagenic systems, radfem, radqueer, basic dni⠀꒱

[playername-player-of-games]

oli and 🌸

🌸: draw a character with flowers that match their personality (did i pick good ones let's find out together)

hiii so do you remember in empires s2 when all of the empires all had to bring some artifact/item important to their empire to pix's museum? this is that except instead Pix goes on a road trip with the Historian’s Guild to gather all of them in person and Oli tags along per Gem's request and the real adventure was the queerplatonic relationship we made along the way. have some olipix <3

//

Oli wipes his hands on his pants. "We've got nothin' to do today, yeah?"

Pix nods, "everyone's spending the day in town, and once they're back we'll have to do a headcount and pack up so we can leave first thing tomorrow."

"Okay but like, we're not doing anything 'til they get back, yeah?"

"Er- yes? Oli, what do you have planned?"

//

They end up in a flower field just outside of camp- still accessible, for anyone who needs the leader of the guild, but tucked away behind two caravans in a way that makes it feel as though they're alone.

Oli circles around one caravan with a fist full of flowers and a cream patchwork picnic blanket draped over one arm. Pix scoops up the two books Oli allowed him to bring, and helps spread out the blanket.

"I picked some daisies for you," Oli says as they settle- Pix stacking his books, and Oli spreading out rows of tiny blossoms, "I hope that's alright."

"That's fine."

Pix watches him sort them- length, number of petals, general shape- he smiles to himself and picks up a book and quill.

Oli looks up, "Oi, what are you doing, fella?"

"Sorting out assignments," he scratches jobs beside names, wishing he'd brought a pencil instead when ink drips onto his fingers. "Everyone will need a job when they get back to camp."

"What? No no," Oli reaches for his quill- Pix tilts the book out of his reach, looking up to see Oli's frown. "You're meant to be relaxing. Put that away, sir!"

Pix releases his quill. Oli snatches it by the feather and sets it aside, the black ink leaving stains on the blanket.

"I'll need to do it later," Pix says as Oli takes his book. He blows on the open page to dry the ink a bit faster, then closes it and sets that aside as well, placing the quill on top.

"Yes, later." Oli brushes loose petals off his pants and smiles at him, "now go find some flowers for me! I want an elegant crown, Pixlriffs. Utterly stunning in every way, and I will settle for nothing less than perfection."

Pix chuckles, getting to his feet. His other book sits on the blanket- Oli snatches that too and starts stacking daisies on it. So much for reading on the way. Oli waves him off.

"Go! Flowers don't pick themselves, Pix."

"I'm going, I'm going," he steps carefully off the blanket, already scanning the treeline for patches of flowers. He spots some in the nearby field and starts that way. Azure bluets maybe? Or some poppies?

"Oh, Pix?"

"Hm?"

"Will you get my ribbon box, please, when you come back? I left it in our room."

//

Pixl returns to the blanket with an armful of sunflowers, cornflowers, and a box of decorative ribbons. Oli's tugging the box out of his hand before he's even settled on the blanket, and he scrambles to keep a hold on all the flowers he's gathered.

"Thank you for this," Oli says. He isn't looking at him when he says it, already digging through the bright colored ribbons, pulling out orange, gold, red, pink, setting them all aside. There's a half finished daisy chain laid out over one of his thighs, and a small pile of discarded daisies next to the quill.

"You're welcome," Pix answers, setting out his flowers between them on the blanket. He sorts them simpler than Oli did, sunflowers here, cornflowers there, and soon Oli is putting ribbons in his hands-

"I'd like these ones."

Blue and white, with light lacy trim on the sides. Barely noticeable, but a nice, subtle touch.

"Pretty please," Oli says.

Pix smiles, "I'll do my best."

//

Their meandering conversation cuts off as Oli lifts himself onto his knees and shuffles across the blanket.

He holds out his daisy chain crown, "hold still."

Pix pauses his weaving and bows his head just so, making it easier for Oli to reach. A light weight settles, then pulls away. Oli fluffs up his hair a bit, then the light weight is back, and he's shuffling back.

"There we are!" Oli beams, bright as the sun, as pride and fondness overwhelm his tone. "Beautiful."

Pix laughs, "thank you."

"Anytime." Oli looks down at the mess he's made of the flowers. Pix resumes his weaving as he makes two piles of the flowers- sunflowers here, cornflowers there, this time at the edge of the blanket. Still within reach, but clear enough now for Oli to fully lay down with his head in Pixl's lap.

"Is this alright?" he asks.

Pix brushes his nose with a cornflower as if it's a paintbrush, chuckling at the side eye he gives before swatting the flower away.

"You're fine," Pix tells him.

"Good. I'm going to nap."

Pix picks up another sunflower and starts fitting it onto the crown. "Goodnight."

He wraps the ribbon and other stems around to keep it in place. Oli's eyes are closed. He's frowning. He opens one eye to glare up at Pix.

"What, no sweet wishes? No goodnight kiss?"

Pix pulls off a loose petal and places it in the center of Oli's forehead.

"I'm working on your crown, Oli," he brushes the petal off, runs his fingers through Oli's hair. "Nothing less than perfection, remember?"

Oli pouts, closing his eyes again. "Fine."

Pix chuckles, "sweet dreams."

"Thank you."

//

Oli doesn't end up napping.

He doesn't exactly talk, either- at least not with his usual gusto. He's calm, quiet, handing Pixl whatever flowers he can't reach and complimenting the daisy crown, and correcting any little mistakes Pixl's made with his crown. Guild members come and go, some joining in conversations, others requesting help- when Oli isn't needed he turns to hide his face until Pix can talk to him again. They dance between topics that are easy to pick up and drop off as needed- favorite pattern of horse, how to decorate the caravan, what they'll do with the dragon when it hatches.

Pix requests a final cornflower. Oli passes it over.

"Do you really like me?" Oli asks, soft as petals.

Pix ties off the last ribbon and meets his eye with a smile. "I do."

Oli smiles, blinking sleepily. Pix lifts the crown.

"You ready for your crown?"

Oli brightens. Slowly pushes himself up and turns around so that he's facing Pix- Pix turns the crown around so that the ribbons will trail down his back. Oli bows his head. Pix fluffs up his hair and gently places it atop his head- adjusting until it fits nicely.

When Oli looks up, he's got a crown of sunflowers and cornflowers, with white and blue ribbons peeking through the gaps. The sun and the sky, the brightest days captured in his smile.

Pix reaches out, pulling the ribbons off of Oli's shoulders so that they hang freely down his back. Oli watches the movement, catches Pix's hand as he pulls away.

"Thank you for this," Oli says, holding Pix's hand in both of his. He traces lines between his freckles, as if they're constellations. "I know work is important, but rest is important too, and I thought a break would be nice."

Pix cups Oli's cheek in his hand, gently cutting him off. He kisses his forehead and tucks him into a hug.

"Thank you for this," Pix answers, carefully running a hand up and down his back. Oli holds on tight. "This was nice."

[sarilolla]

*looks at my three main Trolls aus (and the other not posted ones)*

Damn this creatures going through the horrors

Anyway, I’m bored and made the mistake of listening to SCP readings before bed (again), so feel free to send me asks about my aus! Different Beat, Experiment Pop, and Hanahaki Branch plus the ones I haven’t posted about or have only mentioned, I'm hopeful for questions about any of them :)

Other asks and headcanon asks are open too! Don’t need to be about an au, I just have a need to ramble rn

Just a warning, some of these are dark and slightly (or very) gruesome and few or none are completely happy (I'm so sorry Trolls, I love you)

I’m sorry, these creatures have infected my brain and the only way to get them out is angst, misery and pain

Small descriptions of each au:

Different Beat: Featuring my main oc Juniper, Poppy’s older cousin, this is an au where the Pop Trolls distance themselves from Troll Kingdom after escaping the tree. King Peppy is dead, Viva is gone, so Poppy is queen at age 5 as Juniper is String Keeper (the position is separate to ensure survival of their tribe and their music under the Bergens). Current point in timeline: 10 years after the escape, the royal cousins plus Branch, Cooper, and a new friend Jackie (oc) is on their way to Vibe City

Experiment Pop (Warning: Will become darker after a while): Tired of the flavors of the Trolls, the Bergens experimented on them. The Pop Trolls became twisted and odd, gaining new powers in the process. Being grey makes Branch’s powers go haywire, and Poppy is keeping a secret about hers. Current point in timeline: Just after the failed 20th anniversary of freedom party, Chef captured no Trolls (ORIGINAL STORY IDEA THAT HAS BEEN POSTED NO LONGER FULLY APPLIES! Big changes have been made to add more angst and also incorporate some new headcanons and the Trolls 3 characters)

Hanahaki Branch (Warning: Will involve death and other semi-dark topics, as explored in my ficlets): Despite being left behind by his brothers, Branch still loves them. They were his everything in the beginning, and that love manifested in flowers blossoming inside his lungs. He gets a support system in Poppy, the Snack Pack and Kismet, but will he survive when his brothers are nowhere to be found? Current point in timeline: Start of the first movie, Poppy and Branch agreeing to go together to Bergen Town

Then there’s the little mentioned or not posted ones

Viva has the Pop String: Escaping Bergen Town came with a huge loss, not just with the Trolls left behind, but the potential of their entire genre disappearing. Peppy still has to build up a village and raise his daughter, but the loss of the oldest and their music (arguably their most powerful weapon), weighs heavy on him. When the World Tour rock-and-rolls around, how will things work out? Potential WIP, might be worked on after one or more fics have been finished

Product Pop (Warning: Dark stuff. Trolls are seen as livestock/slaves. This au is NOT kind to them, and I don’t see a happy ending for it. (Made after the second movie came out)): The Pop Trolls escape but they’re few, and things aren’t stable for a long time. Branch and Cooper leave after 10 years, longing for a place where they will fit in better (Cooper in Funk, and Branch in Rock (his mother is a Rock Troll in most of my aus)). King Peppy is sick, and dies, leaving Poppy to rule at just age twelve. Not a year later and they’re found by a species called Elves, specifically by a woman named Lilith Silvertongue. Just as awful as the Bergens but greedier, she takes the entire village and finds a way to extract their essence without killing them, turning them into livestock for her candy she sells to other giant species. She keeps Poppy as a pet and the mascot of her brand, her little songbird, and takes the Pop String too. When she discovers there’s more Trolls out there with potentially different flavors, well, she will find them, even if she has to force Poppy to become a traitor to her species. Technically a WIP, but it needs polish before I will post anything “official”

Pop World Tour: (After the second movie, other genres taking over became a popular trope, so I’m piggybacking on that but with Trolls 3 characters too) The first movie didn’t end on a happy note, and around half of Pop Village was lost. Poppy has the Pop String, and searches old records about its history. That’s also when she finds out she has a sister and potentially more people out there. Obviously, she needs to reunite them. She needs to reunite them all! With her fiance Branch there’s nothing they can’t do! Viva is skeptical of her baby sister’s plan, instead wanting to offer sanctuary to the surviving Pop Trolls. Poppy is not happy about that, and uses the Pop String to hypnotize the Putt Putt Trolls to help them take over. Clay escapes after a tense confrontation with his baby brother, and has to find the rest of his brothers to see if the Perfect Family Harmony can snap his people out of their current state. With Pop and Putt Putt Village combined, Poppy sets off with her love and her sister to reunite all of Trollkind in a place out of range of any and all giant species who might harm them (having heard rumors of Mount Rageous). Will Poppy succeed in her plan? Will Cooper accept finding his biological family (Poppy promised him they wouldn’t be hurt)? Will Branch come to his senses and help his brothers? Will Brozone manage to unite, perhaps with new friends, against their own tribe? Potential WIP

[kittyball23]

First Proposal (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: With love confessions out of the way and a strong friendship, Branch decides to propose an idea to Poppy

A/N: Still waiting for trailer 2, but in the meantime have a sorta Christmas in July Broppy fic, taking place post Holiday in Harmony 😜

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A balloon ride over the Troll Kingdom was a pleasant experience. But there were certain things that made that said experience an even better one. A ride at night during the holidays, for one, enhanced the atmosphere, as the rider would be able to see all the unique, beautiful lights and displays of each musical tribe. Another thing that added a touch of extra excitement was the ability to ride with Queen Poppy, the optimistic pink Pop Troll who's ever-jovial attitude allowed her to be a friend to many.

And, to some, more than a friend.

But that was only a special advantage that one particular Troll had the privilege of having. And that Troll happened to be having the full pleasant experience. That Troll, being Branch.

It went without saying that Branch held a special place within the pink Pop queen’s heart. Those who knew them from Pop Village (namely, Poppy’s closest friends referred to as the Snack Pack) had seen the pair since the start of their friendship and how it had blossomed. Those who had come to know them more recently, such as members from the Troll Kingdom, saw how the pair interacted and knew without much doubt how much of a close bond they shared. Why, even Queen Barb of the Hard Rockers - who very well knew Branch's name - simply liked to refer to him as 'Poppy's boyfriend' when speaking with others, despite the two not officially being an item.

Well, not yet at least. But that was something that the teal Troll was intent on resolving soon. And by soon, he meant…

“A-hem.”

Branch cleared his throat, attempting to be inconspicuous but also wanting to make sure that he got the attention of his companion. He felt a moment like this, staring out at the beauty of the lands below should perhaps not be interrupted. However, Branch did not see a better moment to ensure that they were alone, so that he could express a certain thought that had been on his mind for quite some time.

Poppy immediately turned to him, a content expression on her face. "Yeah?"

Branch didn't say anything right away. Instead, he took a few fleeting seconds to behold her beauty, far more radiant than anything they'd seen on the balloon ride thus far. He loved the perfect pink hues of her skin and hair, the way her stunning fuchsia eyes sparkled with life, and the way her sweet, pink lips upturned when she smiled softly at him. The same pink lips from which the physical memory still lingered of when she'd pressed them lovingly against his cheek in a quick but incredible peck. Branch had to resist bringing a hand up to his cheek to rub that spot in fondness, and prevented himself from the goofy, giddy laughter that wanted to bubble up again. Boy, that had felt good! He blinked, clearing his head, pressing on with confidence and poise. “I, umm… have something I want to tell you.”

The pink Pop Queen nodded, her eyebrows drawn together slightly in worry. “What is it? Is everything okay?”

Branch nodded, unable to keep the smile off his face. "There's actually, uh, a second part to your gift from today..."

Poppy blushed. “Braaanch,” she groaned playfully, though she couldn't hide the pleased glow from her cheeks, "you shouldn't have. Here I am, having gotten you nothing, and here you are with not one but two gifts for me!" She sighed. “Not the best impression on the Gift Master, huh?”

Branch chuckled, reaching over to take her hand in his and speaking softly. “Poppy… I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, being the queen and all, but you remember what we said. Gifts might be a nice part of the holidays, but the best gift is just being here… with each other .”

Poppy gratefully squeezed Branch's hand. She knew that, of course. But the queen still wished that there was something she could do to make up for the huge gift box with nothing inside. Luckily, Branch presented that opportunity in that next second.

"But I guess, if you still feel like you want to make it up to me - which, is not necessary, by the way - you, um, could agree with what I'm about to ask you. Which, you know, you're not obliged to agree, it's totally okay if you don't because it's your decision and as a friend I respect whatever your decisions might be -”

“Branch," Poppy cut into his rambling with a laugh. He was so cute when he got flustered. "Just ask me. What is it?"

"Well..." He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. His fingers curled a little tighter around Poppy's hand. “Poppy… we’ve been friends for a while now.”

“Correction: really good friends,” Poppy said, with a grin. “Best friends.”

Branch nodded, blushing slightly. “Right. Best friends. And… well. We’re pretty close.”

“Yep!” Poppy agreed, giggling. They had a special connection, and every time they hugged or high-fived they could feel it.

"And... you know that I, um, l-love you," he continued, starting to get a little nervous.

"I love you, too, Branch," Poppy reassured him, feeling that wonderful warm glow she always got whenever she said it out loud. It was such an honest thing to say, because it was the truth.

"And..." Branch continued, "I was wondering if we could take our friendship a bit further. Make it not exactly a friendship, per say, but more of a... a relationship?"

The pink Pop Queen gasped, realizing where this was headed.

Branch 's face further darkened with a blush when he spoke again. "Poppy... would you be my girlfriend?"

Poppy felt her heart leap at the words. A swarm of butterflies felt as though they'd taken flight inside her stomach, leaving nothing but joy and excitement in their wake. She could hardly say how happy she suddenly felt. She really did love Branch so much, and he made her feel so special. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was dying for things to be more official between them. Why, she had even considered proposing the idea to him!

“Look, I… I know that things were not so great between us before the whole Bergen-Town rescue thing, and I know that you’ll probably never forgive me for leaving you to get captured by Barb when she was doing her World Tour. And like I said before, you don’t have to feel obliged to agree, I mean, I’ll be fine with whatever you decide because it’s what you want, and I’ll be happy with whatever makes you happy so - “

“ Shh ,” Poppy hushed him, placing her index finger on Branch’s mouth. She couldn't help giggle at the startled expression on his face. She wished she could snap a picture of how flustered he got again. "Branch, I've already forgiven you like a thousand times over for that stuff - no, more like an infinity -times over! You don't have to keep apologizing... unless, you don't think I'm a merciful queen..."

Branch's eyes bulged. "What?! No, NO! Poppy, of course you're a great queen, I would never - "

"Branch, I'm joking," Poppy reassured him, snickering. 

He relaxed a little, though he still looked somewhat embarrassed. "Sorry. Um, you're right..." He looked down at his feet, avoiding her gaze.

But it wasn't for long. Poppy's free hand  found its way to his cheek, lifting his head so that he faced her. "And my answer, is yes." She smiled brightly, her fuchsia eyes sparkling. "I would LOVE to be your girlfriend. And I'd love for you to be my boyfriend!"

Branch made a sound of surprise and gaped at her. “Yes? Really? ” He looked utterly ecstatic, as though she were giving him the entire world for the first time. And, in a way, she was, because Poppy was his world.

Poppy laughed again, nodding vigorously. “Uh, yeah! Definitely! I mean, all of Troll Kingdom pretty much thinks we're together anyway!"

"O-Oh... right."

Poppy saw his expression falter a little, and she smiled sweetly at him. "Branch, I'm not saying yes because everyone else thinks we should be together. I'm saying yes because I really want to be with you. You're so sweet, and funny, and kind, and cute... you're just who I want as a boyfriend!"

Branch grinned broadly. "Yeah?"

"Yes!" Poppy said again. "What, you, the guy who's super overprepared for everything, didn't prepare for me to say yes?" She feigned shock.

"Well... there's a first for everything," he laughed.

She joined in his laughter, the two holding each other's hands and grinning. She loved the way he looked at her... like he couldn't believe someone like her existed. And Branch loved how she treated him, like he meant absolutely everything to her. Like he was precious, unique, irreplaceable. He felt like the luckiest Troll in the world. The most important person in the universe. And he loved it. She was perfect for him, in every conceivable way. And he wanted to show her - his girlfriend -  just how special he thought she was.

Branch leaned closer towards her, tilting his head, letting his eyes slip closed. He figured the action would not be a stretch, since she herself had pecked him on the cheek. And there's a first for everything , he reminded himself.

Poppy leaned in, too, a little scared and a little anticipatory for what was coming next. She closed her eyes, her boyfriend's breath caressing her lips just a few centimeters away, and...

KABOOM!

A fizzing sound followed by a loud explosion and burst of light filled the air, causing the two Trolls to jump back from one another in surprise. They looked out into the sky. The balloon had returned back to Pop Village, and fireworks were being shot out around them as part of the holiday celebration. Some Trolls below clapped for the pretty display, some clapped for the couple’s return… most clapped for both!

Poppy and Branch awkwardly cleared their throats, neither knowing quite what to say. They were obviously surprised that their moment had ended abruptly. But it was taken in stride, the mood not completely killed. Instead, Branch extended one of his arms out, wrapping it around Poppy's shoulder and allowing the pink Queen to snuggle up next to him, one of her arms on his chest and the other holding his free hand.

They stood there like that, watching the fireworks go off around them, listening to the cheers of the crowd, and loving the feeling of having each other in their arms, safe, loved and alive in their bubble of happiness. There would be more opportunities to kiss - it was something that came with being boyfriend-and-girlfriend, they knew that.

But for now, this was enough.

[yeahcurrahhe-e]

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘

〚 𝐄. 𝐑𝐎𝐄 〛

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 -> 𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙏HREE

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➛ language, mentions of death/blood

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ➛ anonymous: Can I request happy prompt sixteen with Eugene Roe please? — prompt used: “you’re not alone, you never were”

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 -> 𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙏HREE -> hurt/comfort fic; @hbowardaily

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

There would be the shop windows, their meticulous displays of dresses with colors of a blossomed garden. The only poppy red would be on the sewn fabric, not smeared roughly across her palms. The cobblestone streets would be none the wiser to a counterpart that had been upheaved by foreign artillery. The air would be clear, an orchestra of organic noises, children’s laughter, and radios arching over intact buildings.

Years ago, with a stroke of a pen on an enlistment form and an assignment to Georgia, that childhood fantasy of manicured dresses and serenity was replaced by an existence of M-1’s and discord.

She was in France now, sure, but it was a pit of meaningless suffering and a wasteland of humanity’s worst actions.

There was a patchwork of the previous civilians belongings among the cracked motor shells and bullet casings; splayed open Bibles, cast-over bicycles, watches with clock faces eternally frozen, children’s toys, tarnished jewelry. That morning, she had stepped over a fractured family portrait partially obscured by a spent machine gun magazine, their broad smiles nearly foreign to her eye; when had been the last time she had seen a genuine smile?

And as she does inventory for Easy’s measly accumulation of medical supplies, the pulse of evening wind stirring the white flaps of the medic tent and her grimy hair, she peered through the candlelight at her fellow medic.

The one with soulful-eyes and grim mumbles, Eugene Roe. He always had a meticulous stare set on his handsome face from the balmy day at Toccoa when an introduction was composed by their superior, Richard Winters. The Cajun boy had a personality of a fortress; aloof and barricaded on his facade and rarely exhibited what resided beneath the obstacles. He was strict to his obligations as a medic and training requirements; if their captain ever told the poor boy to jump, he’d ask ‘how high?’. He’d mind the inventory ten times over if it secured a silence between the pair of them in the newborn evening hours. There had been enough awkward one-sided conversations to embarrass her into a grave.

It was the night of the rescheduled jump into Normandy that he relented to holding a conversation with her, for once dismissing the guards of his mind. Their discussions that night drifted into murmurs of youth, who they were beyond their OD’s and medic bands. After that, it was an exceptional circumstance to see one without the other.

Now, she wondered amidst a rummage through gauze: when was the last time I saw you smile?

“We’re short a couple sulfa packs,” she divulged to snip away at the thread of silence that had weaved between them. She propped her elbows onto the wooden rim of the cargo box, anticipating one of his distinctive responses, which could gamble between a hushed grunt or an exhaled ‘hm’.

“We short on everythin’,” the brusque response had her brow bowing, peering at him in the candle’s arc of gold with incredulity, “Don’t need anyone tellin’ me the obvious.”

Y/N shifted to face him more, almost amused at his words to, regarding how his knuckles were pulsed white as he clenched his clipboard and its accompanying pen.

“Part of inventory is stating the obvious; that’s how you re-supply,” she attempted to not wade into his tides of frustration that pooled through the grass between them, forcing a composed tone.

“Any re-supply takes months since we gotta rely on some alcoholic superior in Washington to get off his ass and give a fuck about us,” Eugene decided to douse himself through and through with the tides, his fingernails drawing grooves into the flimsy clipboard, “We ain’t even reach a week after resupply and we already scrounging for supplies.”

Y/N casts a fleeting glance down to her own clipboard, to the dashes of ‘X’ down her scribbled checklist, crimson indications of everything they were either low on or entirely dry of. There were too many.

“I’ll talk to Winters—” she commenced stiffly, fingers a perturbed song against the battered wood of the box beneath her forearms, the song a byproduct of the symphony of tension that crescendoed between them. She knew they couldn’t be getting so cynical — too many lives depended on them.

“It ain’t enough,” he furiously halted her approach towards a rushed resolution. He cast the clipboard to the table, a raucous display of something that has smoldered since D-Day, “And you know it ain’t ever will be.”

Y/N resigned herself to the palpable silence beneath the fabric arch of the tent, head bowed and fingers in a haphazard diversion with the frayed splinters of wood; any words she could have supplied would only poke at his frustration.

As medics, a portion of their basic training had been a borderline lecture on how to be the Earth-equivalent of a saint. Smile always, reassure always, cure always — the mantra of their CO was sewn into her brain, the threads dangling down to her fingers as they’d apply a bandage, rip open a sulfa pack, plug a shredded artery, then they’d dangle to the corners of her mouth, draw away the tremble and weave out a smile. That was all before the realization that Washington left them high and dry the moment their boots hit French soil. They were alone to fight a war for men who gave more of a shit about what was for dinner than if the boys they sent off could be saved.

“We’re alone,” they seemed to always be on the same wavelength, falling into pace with the other’s thoughts without having to saturate the air with the verbalizations of them; Eugene knew her thoughts were living at a mile a minute, the separation of cot between them no obstacle for sensing the grim realization she couldn’t speak into existence as it deviated in her eyes.

As months went by in their war parade through Europe, each day marked by a relentless carousel with Death and all his friends (implosions, crossfire, blood, screams, the monotonous clack of a typewriter as it typed something resembling a bullshit narrative of someone’s son dying a hero), Eugene Roe had decided two things: 1) there was never stepping off that carousel, Death’s corrupted and inky hands would always be there to snatch him back, hardwired to always seek out a soul as he could never regain his own, and he would just keep spinning around on once consecrated ground, and 2) being a medic was the loneliest job in the world.

Even if I have you, he thought, the stern thorn that darkened his eyes subtly loses its edge as he watched her dutifully resume her inventory of their mockery of medical supply stock. His previous thought halted with the ferocity of an abrupt record scratch, do I have you?

Their similarity with duty in the war effort is what had drawn them towards the other, plucking them from distinct solar systems and into the other’s orbit, but Eugene is certain that beyond the grassy knolls of France and the 506th — they would roam about planes of existence of different hues, never spilling into the other.

He had pictured her outside of timeworn OD’s, dirt-creased nails, hair curled with desiccated blood — imagined how she would be, untouched by war in her hue of gold. She’d still be a nurse, but her hands would never be marred by the trauma of having to pin spilling intestines back into an impossible space, her ears would never know the cries of desperate boys in pain.

His imagination had encountered her in a conscious-painted hospital ward, golden threads of morning sun winding around the agape shades, and it smells and looks entirely clean. She would be standing at the right side of a cot of a patient — a young man similarly pardoned by the wrath of Ares. It was a reassuring little scene from his mind’s ingenuity; she would be laughing, her smile not the thin one she’d bear on for the sake of dying men. Her hair would be the sun's muse, glistening in a thousand shades of y/h/c that manifested new masterpieces each moment in the warm summer air. Not a streak of crimson amidst its meticulously rolled ringlets. She’d be happy.

And he felt that his own fate was to be lonely and forgettable. Something of a wayfaring ghost that ambled through the monotony of life — drowning in his own hue of grey.

There’s a hand on his forearm now, and it relinquishes the picture back to being a sacrosanct happiness. The nurse who smiled with heartfelt pleasure faded into the one who now drew on a smile with a jaded soul.

She was fleetingly relieved when he didn’t turn away or attempt to scramble from her hold.

“You’re not alone, you never were, Eugene,” she then murmured sternly; have him know that it was not his lot in life to be so lonely.

The dedication of a steadfast belief in her murmur seemed not genuine in the war path towards solitude his mind was on, but some corner of an unconquered surface in his brain fruited some acceptance.

So, he flexed his wrist to clasp her own, and squeezed: thank you.

And perhaps one day he could imagine himself by her side in that sunny hospital ward, laughing….happy.

[foxghost]

Joyful Reunion

Translator: foxghost @foxghost tumblr/ko-fi1 Beta: meet-me-in-oblivion @meet-me-in-oblivion tumblr Original by 非天夜翔 Fei Tian Ye Xiang Masterpost | Characters, Maps & Other Reference Index

Lang Junxia · Poppies2

Jiangzhou’s sunset is as red as blood. It shines on the exhausted city, onto the Yangtze and the Yellow River, and it shines on the seemingly endless mountain ranges. In the skies above, on every river, in every well, that red sun is omnipresent.

In a side wing of his official estate, Lang Junxia slides a letter into Qingfengjian’s scabbard and patiently packs away the things that have accompanied him through all these years — his wooden flute, the jade tablet that represents the Wuluohou royal family, and a long dried out swallowtail butterfly caught between the leaves of a book.

Among his things is an old yellow paper packet with some seeds inside. When he holds it up next to his ear and shakes it, he can hear it rustling. They’re the poppy seeds he bought Duan Ling the day before he left Shangjing. Lang Junxia remembers that day even now; it had been a sunny spring day, and just like always he’d gone shopping in the marketplace. Every peach tree was blooming in late spring Shangjing, and the merchants who’d come north had brought wares from the south, and this packet of poppy seeds had been a part of their merchandise.

He’d placed them carefully between the pages of a book, planning to bring them home to Duan Ling in exchange for a surprised gasp and a brilliant smile. Whenever he saw that smile, he couldn’t help but wanted to smile as well. But the peach blossoms were thriving so well that it had given him a sense of foreboding, for in his life, of all the beautiful sights of blooming flowers he had seen, none ever bloomed for him. For the blooming of the rose-leaf bramble silently foretells coming days of loneliness, and no matter how brilliantly the peach trees may bloom, they did not bloom for him, nor was the ground covered in rose-leaf for his sake. The wind that blows through a desolate courtyard though, that, and that alone, belongs to him.

When he got home in the afternoon and saw that tall figure waiting in the courtyard,3 he realised then that the premonition he’s had all these years had been largely accurate. The master of this house had finally returned to demand a certain something that Lang Junxia had stolen for all these years, giving him no room to resist or refuse. It all belonged to that man, and he himself had been nothing more than a thief, holding onto a treasure whose value is beyond imagining, a thief that couldn’t help but constantly wished he could keep it for himself.

He knew that, and the real master knew that as well. As this mutual understanding dawned, he kept thinking that he ought to feel somewhat ashamed, but this shame only lasted for an instant. And tactfully, he also realised that it was time for him to go.

Lang Junxia straps the Qingfengjian to his back and closes the small wooden case he always carries with him. In the twilight of his memories, when he closed the door behind him, he heard Duan Ling’s urgent voice calling out.

Just like this very day, this agitated evening, the last day of this lifetime, he had closed his wooden case and strapped the Qingfengjian to his back, and walked out the door. But this time, he knows that no one will be behind him, calling for him —

Lang Junxia! Where are you going?

Someone has placed a tiny little jade box out in the courtyard. The lid is open, and a single pill rests within.

Lang Junxia stares at it silently for a long while before he takes the pill and tucks it into an inner pocket. With one leap he’s on top of the wall, the tails of his robe fluttering in the breeze as he sets off for the palace in the twilight.

At night, the sky lanterns rise; he pinches that pill between his slightly trembling fingers, but ultimately does not take it.

Lang Junxia —

Duan Ling’s voice echoes relentlessly in his ear. Lang Junxia stands on the Hall of Supreme Harmony’s roof tiles and looks into the distance at that river of stars. Wu Du, at the head of an army, is fighting his way into the imperial city.

He waits on top of the roof for a long, long time, until Helian Bo and Batu are rushing through the imperial gardens, with Duan Ling in their charge.

The youths are already grown, and even Duan Ling is of age.4 His footsteps are steady and not a smidgen agitated, only that every once in a while, he would glance behind him, a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

Amidst war cries, the metallic clanging of weapons, and blood splatter, the longest night in his life is finally over, and the curtain of night that has been offering him refuge is also being slowly pulled away.

The throne room is deathly silent.

“Wuluohou Mu.”

Lang Junxia finally takes the pill; he steps out calmly from the other officials. The morning sun shines on Duan Ling’s face, just like the way the light had shone on him that snowy night, many years ago, when he’d opened the door to that woodshed and shone a lantern onto his soft, juvenile features.

Lang Junxia’s eyes are still faintly smiling as he gets down on his knees and looks up at Duan Ling, but Duan Ling’s eyes are filled with tears.

He knows Duan Ling wants to pardon him.

“I attempted to murder the crown prince …” Lang Junxia says loudly.

He’s thinking about the way Duan Ling had implored him after taking this same pill. Lang Junxia, my stomach hurts.

I’m sorry, Duan Ling, I’m sorry I made you go through so much hardship, Lang Junxia whispers in his heart. As his consciousness begins to slip, he knows that Duan Ling would try to rush down from the dais, and Wu Du would no doubt hold onto him. As the officials and Li Yanqiu look on disdainfully, Duan Ling will cry, and he’ll cry out — just like that child he knew from way back then.

So he closes his eyes, and the voices gradually fade away into the distance until the last words reverberating in his head are — “Hurry up and save him!”

The coffin lid is pushed aside. A Black Armours guard is holding a lamp. Surrounded by darkness, Lang Junxia wakes under this harsh light.

In the moment of waking, he’s even entertaining a hint of an unrealistic fantasy that the person standing in the funeral hall with a lantern to wake him would be Duan Ling.

But it’s Li Yanqiu’s ice-cold voice that says to him, “Get out of here. Don’t let me see you again.”

Lang Junxia struggles to his feet. Li Yanqiu adds, “Leave the Qingfengjian here. The slate between you and Great Chen has been wiped clean. This is farewell.”

Lang Junxia breathes out a scalding breath and bends down to place the Qingfengjian in the coffin. When he straightens up again, he glances at Li Yanqiu, but all Li Yanqiu does is wait for him quietly.

Lang Junxia walks past Li Yanqiu without stopping, and after leaving the funeral hall, his pace slows as he passes through the imperial gardens behind the rear palace halls. From here, he’s only a wall away from Duan Ling’s current sleeping chambers.

“Where is His Highness?”

“He was just here earlier, but it seems he’s walked off in the blink of an eye …”

Lang Junxia overhears a panicked conversation between the guards.

Lang Junxia pauses to wait patiently behind the Spirit Wall. Soon, Duan Ling walks through the covered gallery dressed only in his white underclothes, and amidst the fragrance of osmanthus, under a rain of scattered petals, bathed in moonlight as soft as water, he leaves his sleeping chambers for the funeral hall.

Li Yanqiu is waiting just around the corner, and Duan Ling almost walks right into his uncle.

“Go back to your rooms and rest.”

“I had a dream,” Duan Ling murmurs. “I dreamt that Lang Junxia woke up …”

“He’s already dead,” Li Yanqiu says quietly. “Go back to your rooms and rest, Ruo’er.”

In a daze, Duan Ling turns to stare into the imperial gardens. Behind a low wall, Lang Junxia raises the wooden flute to his lips, letting it stay there for a long, long time before he puts it down again. There’s no telling how much time passes, but when Lang Junxia comes out from behind the wall again, no one is in the covered gallery anymore.

It is the first day of winter, and the sun is bright and warm.

“He already found out.”

“What did he find out?”

“He found out that you’re still alive. Wu Du told him.”

On the second floor of a restaurant in Jiangzhou, Yao Zheng says to Lang Junxia, “Hurry and leave already. If my uncle finds you again, no one will be able to save you.”

Lang Junxia leaves behind a note, and turning to Yao Zheng, he puts a fist in his hand and salutes.

“May we meet again.”

Yao Zheng follows Lang Junxia’s retreating back with her eyes, and from the second floor, she yells downstairs. “Hey!”

Lang Junxia looks up.

Yao Zheng says, “I think you’ve changed!”

Lang Junxia doesn’t answer her; facing the first day of winter sun, the corner of his mouth quirks up ever so slightly. He takes the reins of the horse Yao Zheng has left for him, and leaves Jiangzhou behind, galloping onto the highway north. He waits at the relay station until Batu, Helian Bo, and Tenzin’s diplomatic delegation passes by. He doesn’t step up to greet them though, just watches from a distance.

“Isn’t that Wuluohou Mu?” Helian Bo nudges Batu. The two stop to stare at the opposing shore, but Lang Junxia is already steering his horse away.

All the greenery has withered away for the winter, and Lang Junxia leads his horse onto a boat that travels on the Yellow River before the roads are sealed by snow, going north once he’s out of Ruyang. Since Great Chen had formed an alliance with the northern tribes, Hebei is thriving, and many people are moving to the north to resettle in their homeland. Many are choosing to ford the river today; cold wind whistles by the shore crowded with commoners travelling with their families. After Lang Junxia boards the boat, he runs into a bewildered child sitting by the railing. The child is all by himself, his cheeks reddened from the cold, holding a frozen pear and staring at Lang Junxia. Lang Junxia had bought two catty of baijiu and he’s drinking by the railing. He looks back at the child.

“What’s your name?” Lang Junxia asks.

The wind roars by the boat’s railing, and Duan Ling’s voice comes to him amidst the noise — my name is Duan Ling, and my dad’s name is Duan Sheng …

The child answers him with something but Lang Junxia doesn’t quite catch it. He looks like he’s wandered away from his family, lost, so Lang Junxia moves a bit over to make room and says to him, “Come over here then.”

The child shuffles over. Lang Junxia takes off his heavy overcoat and wraps it around the child. The child watches him as he drinks, and Lang Junxia adds, “You’re still little so you can’t drink yet. You can only drink once you’re grown up.”

“I won’t drink. I’m just looking.”

Lang Junxia looks at the distant shore. “Where are your parents?”

The kid is actually rather mature. “I’m lost, don’t know where my dad is. Where are you going?”

“The Xianbei Mountains. Will you come with me?”

The kid says without missing a beat, “Is it fun there?”

Lang Junxia says coolly, “It’s not fun, and it’s very cold there too.” He gives the kid a look and adds, “I was only joking. You have parents waiting for you, so remember not to agree to go with people the way you just did. If you do that, then in this lifetime, there’s no way to tell where you may end up.”

“I got lost a long time ago. Everyone’s saying that I won’t be able to find him again.”

“What’s your dad’s name?” Lang Junxia says offhandedly, “I’ll find him for you.”

After disembarking, Lang Junxia takes the child with him to wait for his family at the pier. He buys him a bowl of Laba congee, so the child picks up the bowl and drinks it. Lang Junxia gets on one knee and wipes the child’s face and hands with a hot towel. He pays some dock workers to help him look for the child’s parents, and stays at an inn nearby for a few days; dock workers have the best information network, and within two days they manage to find out that the child’s father is on his way over from Ruyang.

A few more days pass, and the child’s father arrives. Lang Junxia reprimands him a little before getting on his horse. The child runs after him.

The child asks Lang Junxia, “You’re leaving already? Who are you anyway?”

“I have no name,” Lang Junxia says to the child, “remember to forget me. Gup!”

Voices from many years ago drift to him in the wind, and gradually fade away. Mountain peaks to either side of the valley flit by like pictures on the canvas of a shadow play.

Lang Junxia, where are you going?

The Xianbei Mountains. Will you come with me?

To see my dad?

I was only joking. We’re not going to the Xianbei Mountains, don’t take me at my word. I’m taking you to Shangjing right now … before your dad comes, I will protect you …

Snowflakes the size of goose feathers fall to blanket the land, and the mountain peaks are ink-black against the sky. With a single stroke of the brush, the horse gallops off, leaving this ink-brush landscape in its dust.

It is springtime in the Xianbei Mountains; birds fly over the mountain range as the snow melts.

Lang Junxia had overhauled the temple on the mountain from top to bottom. With the sleeves of his martial artist’s robe rolled up, he stands on a ladder with a ceramic plate in his left hand and a brush in his right, blending the pigment brought here by merchants from Xiyu. He dots the eyes in cinnabar and draws a tiger’s patterns in lapis lazuli; Lord White Tiger looks so lifelike it seems almost like it would leap off the mural.

On Lord White Tiger’s back is seated the constellation’s official; covered in an embroidered robe, his features handsome and bright, with a smile soft as overflowing water. He is bare to the waist, sitting casually with one hand resting on his knees, while his other hand is held out, palm up, with a jade arc placed in his palm.5

Lang Junxia is very patient, adding more to the mural every day. The Xianbei people come by to check on him every once in a while, bringing him food, and looking on as he adds flowing intricate lines and multicoloured petals that drift through the mural’s sky.

“Any news from the south?” Lang Junxia is focused on drawing as he asks this question without bothering to look behind him.

Passing merchants would bring him rumours from Jiangzhou — all is well, and the world is thriving.

One evening, once he finishes the day’s work on the mural, he washes his hands and heads to the land behind the temple, where he picks up a hoe and turns over the soft earth. Spring has come, and the sun is bright; he kneels before the flowerbed and buries the swallowtail butterfly in the dirt.

On a certain day in Shangjing, he once handed the swallowtail butterfly to Duan Ling, wings pinched between his fingers.

Duan Ling seemed a bit distressed, and as he took the butterfly from Lang Junxia, his expression clearly darkened, but he didn’t say anything.

“What is it?” Lang Junxia had picked up on this minute change.

Duan Ling smiled and took the butterfly from him, but Lang Junxia keenly perceived that Duan Ling’s sadness came from the loss of the butterfly’s life. As an assassin, he had grown accustomed to the loss of life, but on that spring day, without any warning at all, Duan Ling had put him on trial.

Ever since then, he became even more careful. He also became aware of the many other scars that are inherent to his person, carved into his fate.

“That’s the way things ought to be,” Lang Junxia mumbles to himself.

After laying the swallowtail butterfly to rest, Lang Junxia plants the first flower seed.

Three years later, poppies are thriving in the flowerbed, greeting the first rays of spring sun on the sacred Xianbei Mountains.6

News has come from the south of Borjigin’s army heading south, while Great Chen had gathered two hundred thousand men, and they are heading north to meet Yuan’s southward expedition.

But Lang Junxia’s mural is not yet finished.

The white tiger is done, while the star official, bathed in daylight with his elegant and gentle smile, is watching him with an expectant look in his eyes. The only part of him that isn’t painted in yet is the corner of his fluttering robe and his belt. The tattoo runes, drawn in the corner of his robe, are lined but uncoloured.

Lang Junxia kneels before the mural and opens the wooden case. The swallowtail butterfly that used to be kept in the case had already returned to dust, and the poppy seeds have also been sown on the same earth. The only thing that’s left in the case is the wooden flute.

He takes out the wooden flute. The case is finally empty.

Kneeling before the mural, he quietly plays that song again — Joyful Reunion.

The song ends. Lang Junxia looks up, locking eyes with the immortal officer of the stars.

“I’m going,” Lang Junxia says with a smile, then before long he adds, “I’m coming.”

Thus said, he puts the wooden flute away, and inside the case, he places the poppies he’d kept and dried over the past three years. Then, he puts the wooden case in front of the mural as an offering, before rising to go.

Forest flowers have since wilted, spring reds gone far too quickly. Alas they could bear none the morning cold rain nor the evening gale.7

In the following spring, brilliant sunlight shines upon the mountain range, and within the temple, the mural remains ultimately unfinished; of the four runes on the officer’s robe, only one is missing, and no matter how long it waits, no one will return to fill the graceful lines with bright pigment.

A rising spring breeze brings flower petals into the air, breathing life into that cloudless sky, breathing life into that vast land, brushing through the withered flowers inside the wooden case. Suddenly it seems a million petals have come to life; red ones, purple ones, yellow ones, filling one’s vision, flitting by the mural, and in the restless mortal world it becomes —

— one long and ethereal dream.

This translation is by foxghost, on tumblr and kofi. I do not monetise my hobby translations, but if you’d like to support my work generally or support my light novel habit, you can either buy me a coffee or commission me. This is also to note that if you see this message anywhere else than on tumblr, it was reposted without permission. Do come to my tumblr. It’s ad-free. ↩︎

This was written in 2018 by Feitian for a draw on Weibo to celebrate the airing of Breaking Through the Clouds audio drama by Huai Shang as well as Huai Shang’s bday; this one, and Wu Du’s were part of the request. I’ll note whenever there are inconsistencies with the main plot as they come up. ↩︎

In book 1, Lang Junxia actually stayed up all night before Li Jianhong came, just sitting outside Duan Ling’s room. It’s obvious that Li Jianhong’s arrival was not a surprise. ↩︎

Duan Ling was 17 in the main plot at this point, so that’s 3 years until he’s of age. This scene also didn’t quite happen this way — Lang Junxia was protecting Duan Ling as a bodyguard while Wu Du was fighting his way into the city. ↩︎

Li Jianhong, god version. He actually made a brief appearance in the mid-autumn festival extra in 2015 as a preview to the butterfly-dream extras. ↩︎

There were actually only two years between Lang Junxia leaving Jiangzhou and the war. ↩︎

A Joyful Reunion, by Li Yu, fully translated here. ↩︎

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Spring Flowers sticker pack, featuring:

→ Tulip → Poppy → Rose → Cherry Blossom → Orchid → Calla Lily

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Garden Report & Frugal Living 24.04.25

We have sproutage! These are the seeds from the report on the 12th of this month. The little sproutlings in the lean two are the yellow mangle root/golden beets, the poppies and the beans (the beans in the garden I'm afraid were preyed upon by ratses due to the obvious digging). I do need to purchase some garden pea seeds to get started!!

Today is more of a foraging day due to the incoming days of rain forcast: fir tips and thyme (yesterday was lilac blossoms). I am staring at the wild sorrel as it has bolted ... do I take it for seed or do I take it for root propagation and transplant it in my garden. I know... People are going 'dear heart, that's a weed'. A weed is just a plant that is where you don't want it. I wanted to collect a batch of dandelion flowers to try again to make dandelion wine but the heads just won't bloom in quanity this year. I know people say just throw them in the freezer but the freezer is small and packed with salmon I got on a great sale ... sorry but I have priorities when it comes to salmon! But I could make dandelion oil and later convert to salve. Or make dandelion vinegar. Or just dry the leaves and petals for tea. It will probably be the later as it is easiest for me to drop on a tray, turn the dial on the dehydrator, and walk away but I so like making tintures and other herbal concoctions. By the time my brain engaged into foraging mode, it was already too late for the willow bark and whips I was eyeing. The borage at home garden is racing along. I had plans to dry some leaf and some blossom. Again, funny looks but I'm on a 'classical' mission (that's the goal at least). Pliny the Elder and Pedanius Dioscorides wrote that borage was used to "exhilarate the mind", "comfort the heart", "drive sorrow away", and thereby increase one's general happiness. I can get on board for that! Once again I will keep my eyes open for fireweed so I can make Ivan tea as this is the year to resupply.

Okay my foraging compatriots, tell me what you are foraging or interest be! I'm trying to regain some spark instead of letting go and tired of fighting so striking a middle of the pathway here.

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From @clodsiremom

Hassel gets a large flat box wrapped in clodsire paper from Rika. Inside is a portrait that she had commissioned of his Elite 4 team. Another paper sits underneath. A novice painting of the same team all in an attacking pose. A little note folded and placed on top reads: I thought about trying my own hand at painting, but it wasn't very good, so I had one done by someone else. Tucked underneath the professional one is mine because I knew you would appreciate the effort. Hope you enjoy the holiday. -Rika

He's been so busy all day, packing gifts into a basket for Blossom to deliver them, and he only just manages to sink into the armchair in his living room before his Aappletun is running over to deliver a large, flat box.

"Ah, you kept it safe for me, did you?" He pats the Appletun's back as he takes the box, settling it over his lap to open it and carefully preserve the paper as he did.

The painting is beautiful. He remembers this moment - they had photos taken for official records in the League Headquarters, and it had devolved into taking pictures with their teams for sentimental purposes after Poppy demanded to have a picture with all of her Pokemon.

The novice painting makes his heart flip even more - she's right in that he appreciates the effort, because something made by hand this way was to be treasured. He holds it close, the note held in one hand, and feels his face grow warm.

His grand displays of tears were well known, but here in the privacy of his own home, he takes a moment to weep before he can manage to pick his phone up and call Rika.

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How a Puppy Helped Heal My Health Grief: The Power of Dog Companionship

Dealing with the grief and challenges of a disabling health condition can be an arduous journey. I lean on my husband and children for support, but I also look to my two 7 year old beagles (Poppy and Kiwi). We had yearned for a third dog for a while, but delayed it due to my illness, and also the barmy high prices during lockdown. On my birthday I was having a quick look for puppies like I had many times prior, but this time I spotted one that caught my attention. A KG registered miniature dachshund. They had a black and tan one, she was cheaper than her Dapple sisters. My best friend was round at the time, and she egged me on to get a puppy (she herself had just got a puppy and now has 3 dogs), so I contacted them to see if they would take a reduced offer (I didn’t think they would). And, they quickly replied to accept. That same day, Hubby, my little girl, my sons girlfriend and I drove an hour to meet her. We fell in love instantly, and put a deposit down. A week later we went to collect her - Penny the mini dachshund.

Both my beagles refused to come downstairs unless absolutely necessary (to eat and toilet). After 2 days Kiwi came down and sat in her normal spot on the sofa, and then an amazing friendship blossomed, Kiwi and Penny (the new puppy) became inseparable. It took Poppy a couple of months, but now all three are a little pack, where they sleep, eat and play together.

For myself I discovered an unexpected source of healing and support. It had been a few weeks prior when I received the diagnoses of my critical illness, and Penny the mini dachshund was the distraction and focus I’d needed to help me adjust and accept the new me.

This is how Penny has helped me navigate the difficulties of health grief and find solace and joy along the way:

Emotional Support: Penny’s unconditional love and presence offered profound emotional support during times of grief. Her playful nature, affectionate gestures, and the simple joy she exudes lifts my spirits and provide comfort on difficult days. When facing the emotional toll of a disabling health condition, having loyal and loving companions helps alleviate feelings of loneliness.

Distraction and Focus: Caring for a puppy requires attention and responsibility, which served as a welcome distraction from the challenges of health grief. The daily routines of feeding, training, and playtime shift the focus away from negative thoughts and redirected my energy towards a positive and fulfilling task. Engaging with Penny's needs and witnessing her growth and development has brought a sense of joy and a renewed zest for life.

Physical Activity and Motivation: Penny's boundless energy often encourages me to engage in physical activity, even when I am experiencing physical limitations due to my health condition. Taking small walks, playing fetch, or simply engaging in gentle exercises with Penny help’s improve my overall well-being and I am maintaining a level of physical activity. The motivation provided by Penny's needs is a powerful catalyst for promoting a healthier lifestyle.

Companionship and Social Interaction: Living with a disabling health condition can sometimes lead to feelings of isolation and a decrease in social interaction. Penny acts as a bridge, facilitating social connections. On dog walks we often find ourselves engaging with other dog owners.

Unconditional Love and Acceptance: Perhaps the most profound impact Penny has had on my journey of health grief is Penny’s ability to offer unconditional love and acceptance. Regardless of my physical abilities or limitations, my dogs sees me for who I am and they love me unconditionally. Their unwavering affection helps cultivate self-compassion, and boosts self-esteem.

Bringing a puppy into my life has been a transformative experience in my healing journey through health grief. The emotional support, distraction, physical activity, companionship, and unconditional love provided by Penny and Kiwi and Poppy have been instrumental in navigating the challenges and finding solace along the way. While a puppy may not be a solution for everyone, the power of the human-animal bond and the therapeutic benefits of dog companionship should not be underestimated. Ultimately, the journey of healing is unique to each individual, and finding what brings us comfort and joy is essential in overcoming the difficulties of health grief.

[melvajoy]

Best Places to Trekking in India: Exploring the Majestic Trails

Introduction

If you have an adventurous spirit and a love for breathtaking landscapes, then trekking in India is an experience you shouldn't miss. From the mighty Himalayas to the lush Western Ghats and the enchanting valleys of the Northeast, India offers a plethora of trekking destinations that will leave you in awe. In this article, we will take you on a virtual journey through some of the best places to go trekking in India, where you can immerse yourself in the grandeur of nature and create memories that last a lifetime.

1. Roopkund Trek: Unveiling the Mysteries of the Skeleton Lake

Situated in the Chamoli district of Uttarakhand, the Roopkund Trek is a fascinating trail that leads you to the famous Skeleton Lake. The lake, nestled at an altitude of 16,499 feet, is shrouded in mystery due to the hundreds of human skeletons scattered around its edges. Embark on this thrilling expedition and witness the mesmerizing beauty of the Himalayas, dense forests, and high-altitude meadows that adorn this trek. Make sure to pack warm clothing and sturdy hiking boots as you traverse through this challenging yet rewarding journey.

2. Valley of Flowers Trek: A Paradise for Nature Enthusiasts

Hidden away in the Garhwal Himalayas of Uttarakhand, the Valley of Flowers Trek is a visual treat for nature enthusiasts. As you walk through a vibrant carpet of alpine flowers, the air is filled with the sweet fragrance of blossoms. Marvel at the sight of rare Himalayan flora like the blue poppy and the brahma kamal, and if you're lucky, you might spot some elusive wildlife as well. The trek, which starts from the village of Govindghat, takes you to an altitude of approximately 14,000 feet, rewarding you with panoramic views of snow-clad peaks along the way.

3. Markha Valley Trek: A Cultural Expedition in Ladakh

For those seeking a blend of adventure and cultural immersion, the Markha Valley Trek in Ladakh is a perfect choice. As you journey through the stark and barren landscape of Ladakh, you will come across ancient monasteries, picturesque villages, and friendly locals. The trail takes you across high mountain passes, such as Gongmaru La and Kongmaru La, offering breathtaking views of the rugged terrain and the distant Himalayas. Immerse yourself in Ladakhi culture, savor traditional cuisine, and camp under the starry skies as you embark on this unforgettable trek.

4. Kedarkantha Trek: A Winter Wonderland

If you're a fan of winter adventures, the Kedarkantha Trek in Uttarakhand will leave you spellbound. This trek is a dream come true for snow lovers as it offers panoramic views of snow-covered peaks and enchanting forests draped in white. The trail takes you to the summit of Kedarkantha, standing tall at 12,500 feet, where you can witness the awe-inspiring sunrise over the Himalayas. The trek is moderate in difficulty, making it suitable for both beginners and experienced trekkers. So put on your snow boots, grab your trekking poles, and get ready for an unforgettable winter experience.

5. Chadar Trek: Walking on a Frozen River

For the ultimate adventure seekers, the Chadar Trek in the Zanskar region of Ladakh is a test of endurance and resilience. This unique trek takes place during the winter months when the Zanskar River freezes over, creating a frozen highway that connects remote villages. Walking on the frozen river, with the magnificent cliffs of the Zanskar Range towering above you, is an experience like no other. Brave the sub-zero temperatures, witness the stunning frozen waterfalls, and interact with the warm-hearted locals who call this frozen wonderland their home.

6. Nilgiri Hills Trek: A Journey through the Blue Mountains

Heading south to the Western Ghats, the Nilgiri Hills Trek in Tamil Nadu offers a contrasting landscape compared to the mighty Himalayas. The trail takes you through lush tea estates, picturesque valleys, and mist-covered hills. As you ascend the peaks, you'll be greeted by panoramic vistas of the Nilgiri Biosphere Reserve, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Encounter diverse wildlife, including elephants, tigers, and langurs, as you traverse the trails of this enchanting region. With its pleasant climate and scenic beauty, the Nilgiri Hills Trek is a delight for nature enthusiasts and photographers alike.

7. Sandakphu Trek: Witnessing the Everest of Bengal

In the eastern part of India, the Sandakphu Trek in West Bengal offers stunning views of the world's highest peaks, including Mount Everest. The trail takes you through dense forests, quaint villages, and blooming rhododendron valleys. Reaching an altitude of 11,941 feet, Sandakphu provides a vantage point from where you can witness the grandeur of the Kanchenjunga Range and the surrounding Himalayan giants. On clear days, the sunrise and sunset views from Sandakphu are nothing short of magical, painting the snow-capped peaks with hues of gold and pink.

Conclusion

India's diverse topography and rich natural heritage make it a trekker's paradise. Whether you seek the thrill of conquering challenging terrains or the serenity of walking amidst scenic landscapes, the best places to go trekking in India offer something for everyone. From the mighty Himalayas to the picturesque Western Ghats and the enchanting valleys of the Northeast, each trek has its unique charm and allure. So pack your backpack, lace up your hiking boots, and embark on an adventure of a lifetime as you explore the majestic trails of India.

FAQs

1. Are these treks suitable for beginners?

While some treks mentioned in this article are suitable for beginners, others require prior trekking experience and physical fitness. It's important to assess the difficulty level and do thorough research before choosing a trek. Consulting with experienced trekking organizers can help you make an informed decision based on your capabilities.

2. When is the best time to go trekking in India?

The best time to go trekking in India varies depending on the region and trek you choose. Summer months (April to June) are generally pleasant for treks in the Himalayas, while winter months (November to February) offer unique opportunities for winter treks. However, it's essential to check weather conditions and plan accordingly to ensure a safe and enjoyable trekking experience.

3. What essential items should I pack for a trek in India?

Some essential items to pack for a trek in India include sturdy hiking boots, warm clothing, rain gear, a backpack, a sleeping bag, a first aid kit, sunscreen, insect repellent, and a water bottle. It's crucial to pack light while ensuring you have all the necessary equipment and supplies to stay safe and comfortable during the trek. Facebook | Instagram | Site.Google |  Medium | Diigo

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Here’s What You Need To Watch In March

The great thing about streaming services is that there are endless options for movies and shows to watch. Whatever your mood, you have options. You want romantic, they got it. High drama, no problem. And of course, the dark and mysterious or chills and thrills are always an option.

Most of the shows on this list can be found on Netflix, but Apple TV, Hulu, and Amazon also have some great offerings. Here are my viewing picks for March.

Truth Be Told - Apple TV

A true-crime podcaster tries to solve the mystery surrounding a family patriarch's death. - IMBD

Starring Octavia Spencer, each season follows podcaster Poppy as she tries to solve a new mystery. There are currently three seasons of Truth Be Told available on Apple TV.

I have really been enjoying this show. Poppy is a meddler but aren’t all fictional mystery solvers?

You - Netflix

A dangerously charming, intensely obsessive young man goes to extreme measures to insert himself into the lives of those he is transfixed by. - IMDB

Crazy Joe is back and as usual, he cannot seem to stay away from murders. All four seasons of You are available on Netflix. If you enjoy sexy, dark suspense you will not be disappointed.

Firefly Lane - Netflix

Tully and Kate support each other through good times and bad with an unbreakable bond that carries them from their teens to their forties. - IMDB

These two besties are complete opposites but have a wonderful sisterhood. Season two is now available on Netflix.

Jack Ryan - Amazon

Up-and-coming CIA analyst, Jack Ryan, is thrust into dangerous field assignments. - IMDB

Whether it’s Harrison Ford, Alec Baldwin, or John Krasinski, I love the Jack Ryan character. Amazon’s Jack Ryan series now has three seasons

This is a great, action-packed show, filled with nail-biting moments, and suspicions of everyone. I highly recommend it if you enjoy espionage-type drama.

Accused - Fox/Hulu

Chronicles ordinary people getting caught up in extraordinary situations, where one wrong turn leads to another until it's too late to turn back. - IMDB

Anthologies are great. Accused in particular, is unique because each episode starts off with the main character already in custody and facing a trial. The episode shows you how they got there and boy are there some twists and turns. The episodes do not wrap up nice and tidy but instead leave you wanting to know more, and asking, “what happened next?”

Will Trent ABC/Hulu

Special Agent Will Trent was abandoned at birth and endured a harsh coming-of-age in Atlanta's overwhelmed foster care system. Determined to make sure no one feels as he did, he now has the highest clearance rate. - IMDB

Based on a book series, Will Trent is my new favorite show. Will is quirky, but still very likable, and kind of sexy. The character is very intriguing and so are his relationships with his on-again-off-again girlfriend and his new partner.

Somewhat procedural but it is worth a watch.

Dead To Me - Netflix

A series about a powerful friendship that blossoms between a tightly wound widow and a free spirit with a shocking secret. - IMDB

The Final Season of Dead To Mean premiered a few months ago but it is such a fun, dark, and touching show, I had to plug it. Christina Applegate and Linda Carellini are great together and represent an amazing display of friendship and sisterhood.

There are always so many viewing choices when it comes to network television and streaming services but I am here to help you narrow down your search for quality television watching. Enjoy!

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