#they stole my rosemary and thyme plants too

[ghostoffuturespast]

Is there a curse for people who steal packages?

[sinwrote]

CHARACTER  AESTHETICS  .      bold  what  applies  !  (  yuuichirou hyakuya.  )

I.    THE  FAIRY.    chipped  nail  polish  .    glitter  highlight  .    tall  trees  with  smooth  bark  .    tangled hair  .    the taste of cinnamon sugar  .    talking  too  loud  and  too  fast  .    overgrown  flowers  in  your  hair  .    crumbling  buildings  reclaimed  by  nature  .    flirting  .    walking  home  at  3am  with  no  coat  .    platonic  hand - holding  .    blowing  smoke  out  of  your  nose  .    dragonfly  wings  .    chaotic  good  .    freckles  .    fairy  rings  .    secret  meetings  .    gender  nonconformity  .    leather  .    smudged  eyeliner  .    forbidden  fruit  .

II.    THE  REAPER.    computer  errors  .    a  shiver  down  your  spine  .    haunting  beauty  .    hard  liquor  .  crowns  of  thorns  .    shadowed  alleyways  .    decaying  plant  matter  .    shattered  mirrors  and  broken  glass  .    corrupted  memories  .    stopped  clocks  .    the  scent  of  stale  cigarettes  .    tattered  black  hoodies  .    walking  your  friends  home  .    the  crescent  moon  .    the  sea  .    a  graveyard  on  a  foggy  day  .  cold  rings  on  cold  fingers  .  absolution  .  looking  out  the  window  of  an  airplane  .  soft  kisses  .

III.    THE  WITCH.    graffiti  .    pretending  to  know  what  you ’ re  doing  .    worn  paperback  books  .  growing  up  too  fast  .    parsley  ,    sage  ,    rosemary  ,    and  thyme  .    lace  and  combat  boots  .    moth  wings  .    candles  on  every  surface  .    a  weathered  deck  of  cards  .    turning  the  music  up  .    fireflies  in  jars  .    calloused  fingers  .    drawing  on  your  skin  .    sunlight  filtering  through  clouds  .    petrichor  .    a  dying  rose  in  a  jar  .    wearing  a  crystal  pendant  .    illusions  and  spells  .    black  cats  .    mint  gum  .   chapped  lips  .    dirt  under  your  fingernails  .    the  cycle  of  life  and  death  .

IV.    THE  WOLF.    murders  of  crows  .    frost-bitten  leaves  .    wolves  howling  at  midnight  .    knocking  on  your  door  .    leaving  food  out  for  stray  animals  .    the  twang  of  an  acoustic  guitar  .    honey  .    tiny  red  buds  on  trees  .    claw  marks  on  the  walls  .    golden  eyes  .    slightly  too  long  stubble  .    sharp  canines  .  soft  ,     thick  fur  .    hunger  .    a  small  cottage  in  the  middle  of  the  woods  .    knitted  fingerless  gloves  .    sleeping  on  the  forest  floor  .    always  finding  your  way  back  home  .

tagged  by  :      i  stole  this  from  my  old  blog  !   tagging  :    you  can  take  it  from  me. 

[luna-tormenta]

Get To Know My Spirit Family

Dara, the Toddler Faerie

Dara picked this picture of Frankenstein because he LOVES Frankenstein. They have a similar experience, appearance, and Dara connects with Frankenstein very deeply, as you will see below.

Appearance:

Dara is a little bigger than Ella, about the size of 4-5 year old. He is dark skinned with bright, sky blue eyes. He has stitches/scars from stiches (like Frankenstein's) on multiple areas of his body. The main ones you can see are around his wrists, the lower area of his neck, and multiple places throughout his arms and legs. His hair is a deep brown/black, and is super curly. He likes to wear it like a 70's disco afro. His left leg is different than the rest of his body, as it is the color blue.

How We Became Family:

Dara is different from how the rest of my spirit family and I became companions. You see, my Dara, was apart of an experiment. This experiment took different parts of Faeries, Seelie and Unseelie, to create him. He has no biological parents, because he is many parts of different Fae toddlers who were taken from their parents. The person who created him was a Spirit Hoarder. They held spirits against their wills and performed many different, sad, and demeaning acts on them.

One night in February 2019, a friend was calling and texting me. Telling me her spirits and her had raided this "experimental spirit facility" and set free the spirits. Some had decided to stay with her and she needed a home for two babies.

One was an newborn infant, the other was my Dara. The newborn went to a person with more experience than I, and since I had actual experience with children, Dara was brought over to me by one of her Deities, Lucifer.

The instant Dara was brought home for the first time, he climbed onto my lap and wouldnt let go. He was just small enough to latch onto my arm and stay there comfortably. I fell in love instantly.

Since then, I call him my son and he has come to say; "Everything happens for a reason, if I wasnt there I would never had have a family like I do. I have a caring mommy, loving daddy, and a little sister!!!"

The Fae's Sacred Names

Faeries names hold power and it's a very, very, very well kept secret. A lot of us only get nicknames from the Fae because of how much power their true name has over them. I consider it very lucky and awesome to be trusted with their full name.

Because of Dara's upbringing, he only was nicknamed "Dara". I was so grateful to have the opportunity to grace him with his Fae Name. Of course, I won't be mentioning it in this post, but I wanted to cover it! It was like he was my TRUE son then. I was and am so blessed to have two children.

Magic and Spellwork:

Dara has the abilities of Sleep and Dream Magic. We both can sense so much more than that, but because he is so young, we are waiting to reveal those magical blessings. I believe he will have a little bit of everything because of the different Fae incorporated into making him.

"I think so too, mommy!" He shouts as I type this lmao.

When asked what he has learned so far, and what he wants to learn, he shouted; "I'm a Death Witch just like Mommy and I want to use the Stars like Dawn! And Twirl like Moona!! And mommy, can I learn everything?! Oh!! What about what Hanky and Aaron do?! And and and....*takes deep breath* CAN I LEARN FROM JAY TOO?!" I love him 😍

Dara's Favorites:

Favorite Way to Communicate: Pendulum, its the only way he knows right now! Well, and a bit of telepathy

Favorite Food: "My favorite food is strawberries with honies!!"

Favorite Toy: "Ellie's vacuum cleaner! I can clean like Bo!! And the rocks my sister and I collect together!"

Favorite Drink: Milk with Honey and "Appey juice!"

Favorite Thing to Do: "Color and Watch Coco and Paint and play with sissy Ellie and Watch Moona Twirl and Dawn takes me to the lake! Ooo, I like watching Aaron run and Hanky let's me touch his tentacles too! Mommy this is hard *sighs*"

Favorite Color: "Blue! Like my leg!"

Favorite Crystal: "moss stone? The one you put in the plants!!" He means Moss Agate!

Favorite Herb: Thyme, Lavender, Rosemary, and Juniper Berries

Offerings:

Rocks

Toys

Milk with Honey

Rain Water

Sun Oil

Rusty Nails

Why rusty nails, baby? "Because of Frankenstein!! Duh mommy!"

Last Words:

"Please dont make faewies like me!"

"Mommy, can I tell them about my favorite movie?" Of course you can, honey. "*claps his hands* so it's Coco and his family doesnt like music but he has a guitar anyways and finds out that his great great grampa is a huge person and then he goes to the dead realm because he stole the persons guitar and his dead family dont like that so he meets this dead guy who takes him to the big person but it turns out the big person isnt his grampa but the dead guy is! And he gets to see Coco again!"

"I love our kitty!! Meow!"

"Mommy says she grows plants but its actually Daddy who saves them! Its so cool!"

"Can I go play now?" Yes, of course. What do you say to everyone? *starts running away* "tank youuuu!"

Thank you to all who read! If anyone has any questions, please send them in!

Many blessings and love upon you all!✨

-Lúthiena🌻🌙 and Dara👶🏽💫

[setternine-a]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁   ⋆   𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 BOLD what applies to your muse     /       repost,  don’t reblog .

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚈:     chipped nail polish. glitter highlight.  tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar.  talking too loud and too fast.  overgrown flowers in your hair.  crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.  flirting.  walking home at three am with no coat. platonic hand holding. blowing smoke out of your nose.  dragonfly wings.  chaotic good.  freckles. fairy rings.  secret meetings.  gender nonconformity.  leather.  smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚁:    computer errors.   a shiver down your spine.   haunting beauty.  hard liquor. crowns of thorns.  shadowed alleyways.  decaying plant matter.  shattered mirrors and broken glass.  corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes.   tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home.   the crescent moon.  the sea.    a graveyard on a foggy day.   cold rings on cold fingers. absolution.  looking out of the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷:     graffiti.  pretending to know what you’re doing.  worn paperback books.  growing up too fast.  parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.   lace and combat boots.    moth wings.  candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards.  turning the music up.  fireflies in jars.   calloused fingers.   drawing on your skin.   sunlight filtering through clouds.  petrichor.   a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant.   illusions of spells.   black cats.  mint gum.   chapped lips.   dirt under your fingernails.  the cycle of life and death.

𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵:    murders of crows.  frostbitten leaves.  wolves howling at midnight.   knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar.   honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls.  golden eyes.  slightly too long stubble.  knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always find your way back home.

tagged by: MY BABY @sempiteria​  tagging: say you stole it from me pls i want everyone to try this but i’m too lazy to tag aaa

some short analysis under the cut bc i couldn’t help it

tobio had to learn to be independent from a young age, but at the same time, i don't think he could fully keep up with it. he still emanates a very childlike aura sometimes without meaning to, so people around him tend to baby him a lot. although he did grow up too fast, he’s not opposed to being taken care of. being the youngest of his family, it feels comforting to be treated gently.

also @ looking out of the window of an airplane! the view is cool and he's the type that will fight for that window seat, but will ultimately end up falling asleep lmao. 3-5 minutes staring... then zzzzzz... wakes up. eats. brushes teeth. goes back to seat. zzzzz... in conclusion, don’t let him take the window seat

and about always finding his way back home... i took that figuratively bc if we're gonna talk about his sense of direction... it's a whole another story hfdgbdfs

[illindriel]

Aesthetics

Bold what applies to your muse & Repost.

Chipped nail polish. Glitter highlights. Tall trees with smooth bark. Tangled hair. Cinnamon sugar. Talking too loud and too fast. Overgrown flowers in your hair. Crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. Flirting. Walking home at three AM with no coat. Platonic hand holding. Blowing smoke out of your nose. Dragonfly wings. Chaotic good. Freckles. Fairy rings. Secret meetings. Gender nonconformity. Leather. Smudged eyeliner. Forbidden fruit. THE REAPER. Computer errors. A shiver down your spine. Haunting beauty. Hard liquor. Crowns of thorns. Shadowed alleyways. Decaying plant matter. Shattered mirrors and broken glass. Corrupted memories. Stopped clocks. The scent of stale cigarettes. Tattered black hoodies. Walking your friends home. The crescent moon. The sea. A graveyard on a foggy day. Cold rings on cold fingers. Absolution. Looking out the window of an airplane. Soft kisses. THE WITCH. Graffiti. Pretending to know what you’re doing. Worn paperback books. Growing up too fast. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Lace and combat boots. Moth wings. Candles on every surface. A weathered deck of cards. Turning the music up. Fireflies in jars. Calloused fingers. Drawing on your skin. Sunlight filtering through clouds. Petrichor. A dying rose in a jar. Wearing a crystal pendant. Illusions of spells. Black cats. Mint gum. Chapped lips. Dirt under your fingernails. The cycle of life and death. THE WOLF. Murders of crows. Frostbitten leaves. Wolves howling at midnight. Knocking on your door.Leaving food out for stray animals. The twang of an acoustic guitar. Honey. Tiny red buds on trees. Claw marks on the walls. Golden eyes. Slightly too-long stubble. Knitted fingerless gloves. Sleeping on the forest floor. Always finding your way back home.

I stole this from @thelordofshadows (my main blog was tagged so I reposted the meme to one of my RP sideblogs. Sand was feeling fickle with me today so I passed the baton to Illindriel :P Thank you so much for tagging me!)

Tagging: @clanironfististhebest, @formerlordofdeath, @baenre-jarlaxle, @fenny58, @xdepthsofwinterx

[reyjustrey]

CHARACTER AESTHETICS - Rey

BOLD what applies to your muse  /  repost, don’t reblog .

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 .   chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair.  crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. flirting. walking home at three AM with no coat. platonic hand holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.  

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 .   computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty. hard liquor. crown of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers. absolution. looking out of the window of an air-plane. soft kisses.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 .   graffiti. pretending to know what you’re doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant. illusions of spells. black cats. mint gum. chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 .   murders of crows. frostbitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. knitted finger-less gloves. sleeping on the forest  desert floor.  always find your way back home.

TAGGED BY: NO ONE I stole it from @brooklynislandgirl​ TAGGING:  all of my pals!  (i.e. anyone reading this :3)

[cavaliant]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒     .    repost , don’t reblog  !  bold what applies

I. THE FAIRY   .  chipped nail polish . glitter highlight . tall trees with smooth bark . tangled hair . the taste of cinnamon sugar  . talking too loud and too fast . overgrown flowers in your hair . crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature . flirting  . walking home at 3am with no coat . platonic hand-holding . blowing smoke out of your nose . dragonfly wings . chaotic good . freckles . fairy rings . secret meetings  . gender nonconformity  . leather . smudged eyeliner . forbidden fruit .

II. THE REAPER   .  computer errors  . a shiver down your spine .  haunting beauty . hard liquor . crowns of thorns . shadowed alleyways . decaying plant matter . shattered mirrors and broken glass . corrupted memories  . stopped clocks . the scent of stale cigarettes . tattered black hoodies . walking your friends home . the crescent moon . the sea . a graveyard on a foggy day . cold rings on cold fingers . absolution . looking out the window of an airplane . soft kisses .

III. THE WITCH   .  graffiti  . pretending to know what you’re doing . worn paperback books. growing up too fast . parsley , sage , rosemary , and thyme . lace and combat boots . moth wings . candles on every surface . a weathered deck of cards . turning the music up . fireflies in jars  . calloused fingers . drawing on your skin.  sunlight filtering through clouds .  petrichor  . a dying rose in a jar . wearing a crystal pendant . illusions and spells . black cats . mint gum . chapped lips . dirt under your fingernails . the cycle of life and death  .

IV. THE WOLF   .  murders of crows .  frost-bitten leaves .  wolves howling at midnight . knocking on your door . leaving food out for stray animals . the twang of an acoustic guitar . honey . tiny red buds on trees .  claw marks on the walls . golden eyes . slightly too long stubble . sharp canines . soft , thick fur . hunger . a small cottage in the middle of the woods . knitted fingerless gloves  . sleeping on the forest floor . always finding your way back home

Tagged By: I stole this off my 親友

Tagging: Become a 親友 when handed money today

[psychicknife-blog1]

›        𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑     𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

001.    THE    FAIRY    .

chipped    nail    polish.       glitter    highlight.       tall    trees    with    smooth    bark.       tangled    hair.    the    taste    of    cinnamon    sugar.       talking    too    loud    and    too    fast.       overgrown    flowers    in    your    hair.        crumbling    buildings    reclaimed    by    nature.      flirting.     walking    home    at    three    am    with    no    coat.       platonic    hand    holding.      blowing    smoke    out    of    your    nose.       dragonfly    wings.       chaotic    good.       freckles.       fairy    rings.      secret    meetings.       gender    nonconformity.        leather.        smudged    eyeliner.       forbidden    fruit.

002.    THE    REAPER    .

computer    errors.        a    shiver    down    your    spine.     haunting    beauty.   hard    liquor.       crowns    of    thorns.      shadowed    alleyways.      decaying    plant    matter.        shattered    mirrors    and    broken    glass.   corrupted memories.   stopped    clocks.    the    scent    of    stale    cigarettes.        tattered    black    hoodies.       walking    your    friends    home.      the    crescent    moon.     the    sea.     a    graveyard    on    a    foggy    day.       cold    rings    on    cold    fingers.        absolution.        looking    out    of    the    window    of    an    airplane.  soft    kisses.

003.    THE    WITCH    .

graffiti.       pretending    to    know    what    you’re    doing.      worn    paperback    books.    growing    up    too    fast.     parsley,    sage,    rosemary,    and    thyme.      lace    and    combat    boots.       moth    wings.     candles    on    every    surface.       a    weathered    deck    of    cards.     turning    the    music    up.       fireflies    in    jars.     calloused    fingers.       drawing    on    your    skin.      sunlight    filtering    through    clouds.   petrichor.        a    dying    rose    in    a    jar.        wearing    a    crystal    pendant.       illusions    of    spells.        black    cats.       mint    gum.        chapped    lips.        dirt    under    your    fingernails.     the    cycle    of    life    and    death.

004.    THE    WOLF    .

murders    of    crows.       frost - bitten    leaves.        wolves    howling    at    midnight.        knocking    on    your    door.       leaving    food    out    for    stray    animals.    the    twang    of    an    acoustic    guitar.      honey.    tiny    red    buds    on    trees.        claw    marks    on    the    walls.     golden    eyes.     slightly    too    long    stubble.       knitted    finger - less    gloves.        sleeping    on    the    forest    floor.      always    finding    your    way    back    home.

tagged    by    :  I stole this from my Farouk blog tagging    :    

[thiscrimsonsoul]

CHARACTER AESTHETICS

001. THE FAIRY.

chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. flirting. walking home at three am with no coat. platonic hand holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.

002. THE REAPER.

computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty. hard liquor. crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers. absolution. looking out of the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

003. THE WITCH.

graffiti. pretending to know what you’re doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant. illusions of spells. black cats. mint gum. chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

004. THE WOLF.

murders of crows. frost - bitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. knitted finger - less gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always finding your way back home.

tagged by: Stole it from my Vision blog, heh. tagging: Anyone who wants to do this!

[slanachadh]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 .   chipped nail polish.  glitter highlight.  tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair.  the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast.  overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.  flirting. walking home at three am with no coat. platonic hand holding.  blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings.  chaotic good. freckles.  fairy rings. secret meetings.  gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 . computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty.  hard liquor. crowns of thorns.  shadowed alleyways.  decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories.  stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes.  tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home.  the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day.  cold rings on cold fingers.  absolution. looking out of the window of an airplane.  soft kisses.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡.   graffiti.  pretending to know what you’re doing.  worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots.  moth wings.  candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars.  calloused fingers.  drawing on your skin.  sunlight filtering through clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar.  wearing a crystal pendant.  illusions of spells.  black cats.  mint gum.  chapped lips.  dirt under your fingernails.  the cycle of life and death.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟.   murders of crows. frostbitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door.  leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar.  honey. tiny red buds on trees.  claw marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble.  knitted fingerless gloves.  sleeping on the forest floor. always find your way back home.

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[tearsdance]

CHARACTER AESTHETICS.

BOLD WHAT APPLIES.

I. THE FAIRY.  chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. flirting. walking home at 3am with no coat. platonic hand-holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.

II. THE REAPER. computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty. hard liquor. crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers. absolution. looking out the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

III. THE WITCH. graffiti. pretending to know what you’re doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant. illusions and spells. black cats. mint gum. chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

IV. THE WOLF. murders of crows. frost-bitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw strike marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. sharp canines. soft, thick fur. hunger. a small cottage in the middle of the woods. knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always finding your way back home.

TAGGED BY :  @cariosum ,  do it for the viNES TAGGING :  # steal it like how melt stole my heart wallet

[inallofpeculiardom]

food technology: something that makes you warm inside geography: a place that’s special to you and why creative writing: tell us a short story about a dog and a peach

Food tech: I love my mom’s omelettes that she makes every now and again.

Geography: I had this place I went to every first and third tuesday of the month in high school that was kinda like my therapy back then. Me, @piscina-dela-muerta and @rumbelle-tardis would all go to our youth writer’s group at this old high school and we’d all sit in this super small library and write and talk about writing and be with other people who enjoyed writing and it was just a good thing. good for the soul 

Creative writing: Beans was a smart dog. In fact, anybody who knew him questioned if he was even an actual dog to begin with. His origins were a mystery; sure, he had to come from somewhere, but it was kind of hard when he showed up in the neighborhood without any tags or a chip. And “Beans” couldn’t have been his actual name, because he didn’t respond to it–that, or he just didn’t have the time to bother with names. He did what he wanted–meandering through the neighborhood, stealing a kid’s ball here and there and jogging away with it, sniffing in people’s garbage when it was garbage day, napping under the shade of the trees, and only letting people pet him if he wasn’t on his way to do whatever business dogs like him had. The neighborhood thought he’d be a pest but really, the neighborhood pestered him; hounding him this way and that, trying to feed him (which he welcomed with a wag of his tail), pet him, give him a new collar and try and take him home. After a few attempts to domesticate this shaggy mat of fur and his triumphant escapes, the families of the neighborhood eventually stopped trying to give him a “proper” home. “Beans” was just the name a little boy called him because he stole his plate of beans from his lap and ran away to eat it in peace one Fourth of July. The whole neighborhood thought it so funny that they all collectively agreed he was a “Beans”. But I have a secret name for him. I don’t tell my neighbors this and they can’t really know unless they look over my 8 foot tall wooden fence; but I had a habit of forgetting the back gate’s latch and one day, “Beans” sniffed out my garden. // It’s a humble garden. I just grow herbs like rosemary and thyme, and vegetables like my tomatoes (won twice at the town fair for Best Taste) and carrots. But my garden’s prized gem was actually planted by my daughter-in-law–accidentally. That peach tree had been there for 3 years before “Beans” found it. And when he found it, my grandson was sitting beneath it on his baby blanket, playing with his teething toys and enjoying a little bit of afternoon sun as I tended to some pesky weeds nearby. I hadn’t heard Beans come in, and he was always a quiet little bugger, but when I turned around because I noticed it’d been too quiet even for my playing grandson, there he was, the neighborhood mutt, laying close enough to the baby that he could touch him; and my grandson, just staring at him, sucking on his thumb and playing with his own belly button. In between them, a single solitary peach–where it came from, I have no idea, because I hadn’t heard it fall from the tree. But I had a hunch. There was a messy bite taken out of the juicy fruit, and “Beans” was licking his chops, and finally, the mutt looked up at me and to my grandson. Then he nudged the peach closer to the baby with his nose, and looked again at the baby as if to give it to him–this gift of gifts. My grandson popped his thumb out of his mouth and picked up the peach with two hands and took as big a bite his tiny mouth could handle and chewed. He offered the peach to his new friend, and “Beans” took it and dropped it between his two front paws. And then, as my grandson crawled to give this dog a full-body hug, I realized this “Beans” wasn’t a “Beans” at all. Aside from mischievous and a free spirit, he was protective and nurturing. He was sweet, like a Peach. 

Hope you liked that lil short story! I just started typing and this is what my hands spit out :p