#sleepy snow

[pazzesco]

A cute little kitty sleeping in the snow...

[capturingdisney]

Art by Gustaf Tenggren

[obsob]

the days are still dark but i have started to see wild flowers on my walks :)

[meringues-world]

POV:Me going to bed when it’s raining, snowing, hailing, or sleeting outside. ⛈️Oct 17, 2023

[53v3nfrn5]

Animal Crossing (2002)

[strawberrylind]

daydream in spring

[artsyunderstudy]

"'you should look at the sky right now, it looks incredible. it reminds me of that day i gave you my magic and you brought the stars into our room. go right now and look.' 'It’s beautiful. I wish we were looking at it together.' 'we are, in a way,' he texts back. 'we’re both looking at the same sky' 'I suppose we are.' 'will you do something for me and not ask why?' I don’t have to think about my answer. 'Anything.' 'leave your window open tonight'"

keep on keeping on by waveydnp

Carry on Countdown | Day Four: Stars

This year I decided I wanted to honor the incredibly talented fic writers of this fandom, so I chose one fic per prompt to do an illustration for. I didn't double up on authors so that I could do this for as many people as possible. I realized while planning this that there are way too many fics and authors that I love, and even after having picked 30 of what I consider some of my very favorites, I could have easily kept going. Please check the fics out if you haven’t, they all come highly recommended.

[desireangel]

Misguided | Coriolanus Snow

Summary: sometimes, Coriolanus gets lost in the thought of what may have been had he made different decisions. The thought of his life being so different had any detail of his experiences changed is a harrowing one and he wonders whether the choices he has made had been misguided. But here you are, always ready to remind him that every decision has been a perfect one if it has meant that he can have you.

Word count: 1,186

Warnings: slight reference to sex maybe possibly (you may fr need a magnifying glass to spot it ??), super super introspective moment right here. lots of thinking thoughts. if I've missed anything pls lmk and I can fix this up real quick for the future!

Author's note: this is me making a comeback to writing on here with a clean slate blog. forgive me for this brain dump word dump thing that my fingers have birthed. Hope you guys enjoy, feedback is always welcome and I hope this somewhat makes sense :D it is also not properly edited oops and my first time writing narrative again in about two years ? :D

Sometimes Coriolanus let his mind wander to all that could have been and all that could be had he only made his decisions differently. He seldom felt regret - never felt as if he would change the things that have led him to the path of greatness he was on. But what if’s and the memory of failures are as stubborn as a newborn plague and Coriolanus was just as vulnerable to illness as those whom he revered and those whom he detested. 

It was warm under the light of the setting sun, a kiss on his skin as Coriolanus rested against the balcony railing and watched over the city he longed to have for himself. If things had been different, at any time and any place, where would he be now?

The thought of living his life in the districts sickened him but it lingered at the back of his mind. Had certain moments taken a different turn, would he still be in District 12 laying on the warm grass with Lucy Gray? Coriolanus swallowed at the thought. Lucy Gray and District 12 were forever conjoined in his mind, forever one.

A memory of District 12 was a memory of Lucy Gray and the thought of Lucy Gray was the thought of District 12. And Coriolanus would never be at peace with the feelings that the notion flared inside of him.

Feelings of failure, feelings of defeat, feelings of fear and feelings of humiliation. 

Coriolanus understood more about that time in his life; a time that felt so much like a dream that sometimes he found himself questioning whether it had ever been a reality. Maybe he was not in love with Lucy Gray - maybe he was in love with the idea of what she symbolised for him. No, not maybe. Corialanus was sure of it now that he had experienced the truth of love. 

Back then, loving Lucy Gray meant having Lucy Gray. Having Lucy Gray meant controlling Lucy Gray. And because she and her District were one and the same as far as Coriolanus was concerned, controlling Lucy Gray meant controlling District 12. 

Even after meeting you, and understanding that loving you meant different things - things he wasn’t familiar with, things he wasn’t sure he was capable of becoming familiar with - the lingering thought of what if was all consuming.

Coriolanus could hear you coming seconds before you were by his side. He was thankful you stood by his side, silently and wordlessly as your eyes dragged across his face, analysing what you could of his thoughts from his perfectly emotionless expression. Moments like this, where Coriolanus got lost in his memories grew fewer after the first six months after his return had passed.

But here you both were, two years down the line, silently in each other’s company. Coriolanus was a passionate lover. But he was a cold and imperfect partner. And some of the times where he retreated into himself, although he had rarely lost control of himself in your presence, left him frustrated at your presence.  

Because to Coriolanus, you were perfect. Frustrating at times but that was often the fault of his own lack of patience. You were, at the end of the day, too perfect. He saw your compassion, your empathy, your kindness. And he saw your strength, your wit, your fearsome loyalty.

And here he was, unable to even regret the times he acted without all of those perfect things. 

You let your fingers graze along the sleeve of his blazer, your light touch burning into his skin through the fabric. He closed his eyes and kept them closed for minutes of silence that felt like hours to you.

Coriolanus’ voice was as hard as ever. “I’ve done bad things.”

“I know,” you breathed out. “Would you be here today if you hadn’t done those things?”

“No, you don’t know. You don’t understand. I don’t care that I’ve done those things. I should care, right?” 

Releasing a long sigh, you shifted on your feet. Coriolanus knew that you were different to him. You didn’t agree with what he had done but you knew there was nothing you could do except to be there when he needed you. It had taken time to realise you couldn’t change the way he thought, the way he felt - you weren’t sure if you truly, deeply wanted to. 

As Coriolanus grew more honest with you, you had come to realise that when it came down to it he was not a good man. But he was good to you and while Coriolanus saw your strength, you knew you were weak when it came to him. Loyalty and love for him burned painfully in your chest no matter his imperfections and you never bothered to try to justify it. 

“Maybe if I chose differently, somewhere,” Coriolanus’ words were rushed. He would curse himself tomorrow for his moment of weakness but he couldn’t ignore the pit in his stomach. “Then I wouldn’t be like this.”

You stared at him for a moment. His expression was of ice and had you not known him the way that you do, then you would never have noticed the confliction in his eyes. “There’s no point-”

“I know there’s no point in thinking about what if’s, I know.” Coriolanus spat. 

“Okay,” you paused. “But you will never know what could have changed. You made your decisions, you were the author of your own fate, Coriolanus. That’s the way things go - we have to face it. What difference would it make if things could have been different? You can’t undo what you’ve done now.”

Coriolanus’ jaw ticked and he moved so that his arm hung at your waist. You briefly glanced back inside at the Avox who prepared your nightly cup of tea at your bedside. Coriolanus seldom made a show of your relationship when you weren’t entirely alone. Nevertheless, you didn’t let your mind linger on that fact. 

He gazed down at you, his ocean-strong eyes never failing to make your breath hitch and goosebumps to rise on your skin. You were relieved that he seemed to agree with your words. Coriolanus’ shoulders had lost much of the tension they held and the sweet smile that was shared only with you played on his lips. 

He had to try hard to believe what you had told him. Because here you were, no matter what he did and no matter his lack of conviction, at his side and wrapped around his finger. Coriolanus was not an emotional man but he knew that he had love for you and your endless, boundless support to share with you the world that will one day be at his feet. 

“I’ll share your bed tonight, missy. And that’ll serve as all the reminder I need to know that none of my decisions were misguided.” Coriolanus’ words were as always they always have been; smooth with honey but laced with venomous promises. You bit back a smile as he pulled you inside, addicted to whatever venom dripped from his words, from his eyes, from him. 

[rosalie-starfall]

Miranda Richardson

Blackadder - 1986

Sleepy Hollow - 1999

Merlin - 1998

Dance With a Stanger - 1985

Good Omens (Season One) - 2019

The Crying Game - 1992

Snow White: The Fairest of Them All - 2001

Good Omens (Season Two) - 2023

Enchanted April - 1991

Damage - 1992

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - 2005

Phantom of the Opera - 2004

[cutie-chimera]

She wore mischief in her smile

[illputdownmyrootswhenimdead]

they r family......

[apofiss]

Frosty paws (=｀ω´=) It snows, a LOT!  You can find a bigger size on my Patreon c; https://www.patreon.com/apofiss

[shadowinthedoorframe]

eepy

[meownotgood]

aki swears he isn't the cuddling type until you sleep in the same bed together and suddenly he's hugging you while half-asleep, holding you so close and grumbling if you try and slip away

[joydoesathing]

some of the human!servamps as children

[memequeenofyourdreamz]

no thoughts. just snowy sleepy dreaming ❄