spring is the time for walking in the forest

slavic mythology asks
  • Perun: the sky tears open with thunder - are you scared or are you one with the storm?
  • Veles: someone breaks a promise that meant everything to you - what do you do?
  • Jarilo: the spring came and with it the memories - which spring do you remember best and why?
  • Morana: the time of your death has come but you are given a choice - how do you want to go?
  • Mokosh: a plant grows on your grave after you die, carrying a piece of your soul - what plant would it be?
  • Svarog: summer's sun burns your skin and breaks your heart - which summer do you regret the most?
  • Zorja Utrennjaja: you open your eyes to the delicate light of dawn - what is the first thing you think about?
  • Zorja Vechernjaja: the sky is dark and the air sweet - what pleasure do you long for?
  • Leshy: you walk through a forest filled with whispers and hungry eyes - do you stray from the path?
  • Baba Yaga: the night is heavy and bitter - what is the worst nightmare you ever had?
  • Topielec: you wade in water on a quiet evening - is it a lake, a river, or maybe sea?
  • Żmij: you see before you a creature of hundred eyes and sly smiles - do you banish it or befriend it?

you find yourself in the middle of the forest. it is deep, it is dark, and you get the feeling you are the first to step foot here for quite some time. crisp brown leaves and dry branches crunch underfoot, and yet the leaves above are still the bright green of late spring, as though the woods are so mysterious that the seasons themselves don’t quite know what to do with them. you are unsure how you feel. it’s either anxiety, fear, excitement, anticipation, hunger or some unprecedented combination of any amount of the above. you keep walking. you know you’re lost. you don’t care. you reach a clearing. there’s a pond which sits still, and clear. there’s fluttering butterflies and pink blossoms. there’s a fucking costco, somehow?

anonymous asked:

Kaz and inej beauty and the beast au, is that a thing? If not you should consider writing it haha

*rubs hands together* 

Disclaimer: no animal transformations written below

  • Kaz is an arrogant lord (because he’d rather drop dead than be a prince) who scams and manipulates the other lords for his own benefit and to expand his influence
  • until one night a wizened old woman comes to his manor and offers him a single geranium for his hospitality for one night 
  • Kaz instantly rejects the offer and belittles the woman, but his words suddenly die in his throat when the woman reveals her true self: Zoya, the ethereal and sublime sorceress who’s intent on teaching Kaz a lesson 
  • she dooms Kaz and the rest of his subjects - the Dregs - to live a cursed life until the person to instill love in Kaz’s heart arrives
  • meanwhile, in a nearby provincial town, Inej Ghafa just wants to read and be in peace (because she doesn’t want adventure, she’s perfectly content to be with her family lbr) 
  • especially with her wise and innovative acrobat father who she adores with all her heart
  • however, her little town thinks she’s strange and almost a ghost, and whisper she’s possessed by a vengeful spirit lying in wait to ensnare somebody, because they can never hear her - not her steps, not her until she speaks 
  • although the townspeople all grudgingly agree that she’s the most beautiful girl for miles 
  • Pekka, a well-known huntsman, thinks so and is set on making Inej his wife 
  • Inej when Pekka calls her beautiful: “That’s a lazy way to describe me.”
  • and when her father’s horse comes running back to her one morning without her father, Inej sets out to find him the dark depths of the forest
  • she comes across this wild, unkept estate that looms over her and finds her father trapped in a dungeon there 
  • and then she comes across a young man that walks stiffly with a cane and has a hat pulled over his eyes, who says that he’ll let her father go if she’ll take his place
  • Inej takes heart that her father is safe from harm and soon meets the other enchanted individuals in the manor 
  • Matthias as the grumpy Featherduster 
  • Nina as Mrs. Potts!!!
  • Kuwei as Chip
  • while Kaz casually freaks out over how to approach this new girl that might break his spell 
  • when Inej finds the dying, glowing geranium inside a bell jar in the west wing, Kaz panics and yells at her to get out 
  • after she flees and Kaz saves her from the wolves surrounding the forest, Inej tends to Kaz’s wounds and gets to really look at him for the first time 
  • his legs are mangled and torn, and a black substance is creeping under their skin up to his waist
  • and when Inej turns him over, she sees his eyes fully for the very first time, and they’re made out of glass, and a scrape on his arm reveals that part of him is cogs and springs 
  • “The one who cursed me poisoned my legs and said that I wasn’t fit to walk amongst any of the good men in Ketterdam. Then she said that wasn’t a good enough punishment, and so she made me half machine, because she said I didn’t belong with humans with such a cold heart.”
  • Inej oils his joints and mixes poultices to help Kaz heal and for the next few weeks, he notices how she exudes kindness and acceptance and everything that he doesn’t deserve
  • while Inej observes that Kaz, although he may feign indifference and aloofness, he’s actually not an evil presence and shows her nothing but truth instead of gilded lies (a privilege compared to what she got in town) 
  • Inej! in that iconic!! dress!!!!
  • Inej realizes - from the mirror Kaz gives her - that her father is in danger because the townspeople don’t believe his claims of his daughter being locked up by a monster
  • so Kaz lets her go, knowing the geranium’s petals will fall off before she returns
  • and Inej very faintly kisses him on the cheek before she leaves so he has to bite his lip to keep from screaming
  • Inej’s plan to drive away the crowd backfires when she shows them Kaz in the enchanted mirror and speaks of him with a fond and warm tone that makes Pekka Rollins’ eyes narrow and his fingers clench into fists 
  • Pekka grabs the mirror and gets the whole crowd in an uproar about the demon boy that’ll slip through the town and steal away babies, to how he’ll scrape their coffers bare, to how he’ll kidnap more girls like Inej to break his spell 
  • Inej and her father are trapped in the cellar of their home, but Kuwei, who slipped into Inej’s dress pocket when she wasn’t looking, gets them out 
  • Cue the townspeople fighting against the enchanted Dregs in Kaz’s manor
  • Pekka, armed with a musket, finds Kaz in the west wing, and Kaz doesn’t mope; he’s seen Inej and her father on horseback far off in his window, coming towards the manor, and he’ll be damned if he lets her see him die so easily 
  • the mirror from Pekka’s belt falls to the floor and shatters in their struggle
  • the two of them circle and weave around each other in a deadly dance, and both of them sustain serious injuries 
  • Inej runs up to the west wing to see Kaz hanging off the balcony, his legs now completely black and useless so he can’t stand up 
  • she sees a flash of lightning illuminating Pekka’s musket end raised high in the air, intent on smashing Kaz’s fingers to pieces so he’ll fall 
  • and she doesn’t think she moves 
  • she scoops up a jagged mirror shard from the ground and stabs Pekka hard in the stomach multiple times until he gasps and falls off the balcony
  • Inej hauls Kaz up and looks in horror at his cogs whirring slower and slower, his legs now twisted to odd angles and unable to move, how his glass eyes blink more slowly when he turns to look at her 
  • “You came back.” 
  • “I’d have come for you no matter what. I’d have crawled to you even if I couldn’t walk.” 
  • Kaz smiles faintly at this, closes his eyes, and the cogs in his body whir to a stop 
  • and Inej’s throat constricts, ready to let out a scream of anguish
  • but before the first shriek escapes her lips, she sees a beautiful black-haired woman appear out of nowhere and stoop low to Kaz’s pale face 
  • “Dramatic to the end.” she mutters, lowering a hand over Kaz’s forehead. “Cutting it a little close, don’t you think, Brekker?” 
  • Kaz opens his eyes and smirks weakly at the sorceress. “I’m always a lover of drama, all powerful Zoya. And I don’t see you trying to snatch my life away when you’ve just made me live again.” 
  • “You found love, but you can never learn manners, can you, boy?” 
  • “Trust me,” Inej says with a laugh, getting over her shock and helping Kaz stand by letting him lean on her. “That would take a miracle to happen.”
  • Kaz looks up at Inej and smiles crookedly. “You know, magic doesn’t solve everything.”

Imagine warm spring day. You and Loki, being the best of friends, walking in the forest. You are so excited because you used to walk and play here when you was a child. You are jumping, running and laughing. Each time you do so a warm smile turns up on his face. Suddenly he stops walking and just looks at how you move, talk, how your hair is waving and glittering it the sunlight. You realize that Loki is not longer by your side. You turn around and see him staring at you. 

“What?” He doesn’t answer. “Hey Loki”, as you talk he approaching you without saying a word. “What’s the matter? You’re freaking me out.”

“You know”, he towers over you, standing so close that you can hear him breathing. “It’s so hard to resist”. You look right in his eyes ready to drown in them. He steps closer and strokes your hair. “I never told you this and maybe I shouldn’t do it but… ” He pauses and breaks eye contact.

“Hey, that’s okay. Tell me, please” you’re calming him and taking his hand.

“Y/N, I… I don’t want to be your friend… I can’t”

“What?! Why?!” you’re surprised and pissed. “What the hell you’re talking about? Loki, what’s…”.

“I want more” he interrupts in a high tone. There is a long pause. You don’t know what to say and neither does he. “I want to touch you where friend shouldn’t”. And he looks at your lips. 

You smile, put your head on his chest and giggle. “You’re a fool…”You feel his heart racing so you step back, taking his hands in yours. You see how he is scared don’t know what’s on your mind and you give him a warm smile. He steps closer, stopping just an inch from your lips. You hear him breathing heavily. He kisses you tenderly wrapping hands around your body. You’re putting your hand on his shoulder and with another one stroking his hair. You answer him with a more passionate kiss and feel like there is nothing left in the world except the two of you. He breaks a kiss for breath in. He’s still holding you in his arms. He cups your face and looks right into your eyes. “Hell of a friendship we have” you chuckle.

He smirks, kissing you on the forehead. “Yeah, I guess so”.

You look in his now almost dark eyes and stand on your tiptoes to be able to reach his lips. You kiss him desperately. And you make sweet and passionate love on the grass as sunlight play on your naked bodies united by the same feelings.

Summer Snow

Pairing: Castiel x Winter fairy!Reader

Warning: Fluff. (I know…)

Word Count: 1,805

A creative writing practice piece. It’s different from what I normally write, but I’ve had snow on the brain. I’ve also been drowning myself in fantasy novels lately so there’s that…


Castiel walked through the snowy embankment and kept his eyes on the frozen landscape as he searched for signs of life. The afternoon sun was tucked away behind a sheet of thick, gray clouds that stretched across the length of the sky. The air was still as he continued on his path, looking, watching, waiting. His dress shoes sank into the freshly fallen snow and tracked footsteps that trailed for miles through the forest.

Time didn’t matter here.

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don’t let anyone burn out the fire thats inside of you. you have what it takes to push past everything that stands in your way, and you will because you have this rage inside of you, this magnificent light that burns from the inside and out. don’t loose your fire, or i’m afraid you would loose yourself.

even though you hide yourself from the rest of the world you have flowers growing throughout your soul, even in the darkest parts of you. You are nature and the dirt it needs, you are grounded and strong like the trees in the forest around you. you have a fight inside of you, you just have to learn how to stand up and move on.

you are life, you are the wind and the freedom it leaves behind. you are the sun that radiates light on summer days, and the rain that falls into puddles in the spring. you are everything in between, and all of it at the same time. a walking contradiction, but you will win the battle within you. for you are a fighter filled with inner strength, for you are the light and dark.

you are strong, stronger than you let on. don’t let all the tears that you drown in tell you otherwise. you are the moon and secrets kept behind walls you built up on your own, hoping to stay in them without someone knocking them down. break them down, break free. just because the walls are breaking doesn’t mean your heart will too.

you have so much confidence built up inside of you, you are the sun and all of its light. you are the laughter in the children on sunny days, and the wildflowers growing in fields of yellow. you are also the blackest parts of the ocean, containing your emotions that form into bursts of angered rages. you can’t live like this, hurting yourself and others? don’t demand people of things just because you’re keeping parts of yourself hidden.

you are dangerously beautiful, you are the freckles that my grandmother called angel kisses. you are as pale as snow, and your heart is cold like it to. but you know its not true, you just have to learn how to love yourself. your flaws will always be visible, but they make up who you are and I could connect constellations from your beauty spots, and scars and you would become the universe. simply breathtaking.

you are filled with laughter, you are the smiles in the melancholy people with horrible pasts, but heres something that you need to learn, how to make yourself smile and actually feel it deep inside. you have this remarkable persona that makes everyone stop and stare, and you’re too blind to see how wonderful you are. you’re too blind to see that people care for you. you’re the daylight, and the start of a new day. you are the sunset and the beginning of a new tomorrow.

you are a thousand pieces of different parts of the world, you are the world. all of its beauty, and all of its secrets combined into one. you are as fiery as the deepest parts in a volcano, and the saddest parts at the bottom of a vodka bottle. you are no where in between, you’re either cold as your heart is black or passionate as your heart is when you finally meet someone who opens up your soul and when that happens you will be nothing but light.

you are a restless soul, breaking hearts including your own. your fears wont always be visible, because you’re a fighter who got through them already. if you can do it once you can do it again. don’t let the cruelty of human nature destroy your inner self, you can be you with out making reckless decisions. you can be you without being someone else.

you have firm grip on your life, no one can break that away. you know who you are, and you know what you want. you can create tears in other peoples eyes, just as fast as you can close off yourself from the world. don’t. you need your inner self to radiate through, for you can show people fun, and steadiness and patience and determination out of this world. you are a strong human being, you will find your light or maybe you just haven’t realized that you already have.

you are all the constellations, and all the seasons. The stars shine through you, and you move like water with each change in the world. You are the life within spring, and the fire in summer, the colors of fall and the death in winter. You are the revolution within yourself, no one in the world is like you. You are your own person. you have your own feelings, and your own mindset. but it’s never okay to keep them concealed inside. let them shine through like the galaxies within you.

you are eloquence and beauty, and your creative colors flow from you. Everyone can see your colors, your vividness. you are a piece of art the world has created, all of your happiness and all of your sadness make you who you are. Stop changing yourself, you already know who you are.

—  zodiac poems, april 12th
The Gentle Ogre.

Deep in the Haunted Forest,
where the sun doth never shine,
there dwells an Ogre so modest,
that on us he n’er doth dine.

When he hears us humans talking,
he runs and hides away,
and he’ll watch as we go walking,
then he’ll come out and play.

He plays with all the spooks and ghosts,
the Nymphs and Fairies of the woodland’s green;
and hide and seek, he loves the most,
for he’s very good at not being seen.

This Gentle Ogre, he lives alone,
but he’s never down or feeling sad;
the woods, the forests, are his home,
and he’s n’er been seen to do some bad.

So if in the woods, you do go rambling;
and you hear some noise among the tree’s;
have no fear, t’is the Ogre a shambling;
a playing in the spring time breeze.
Ambrose Harte
Scattered Thoughts

Easter, Harry and Draco

Read the intro here

It’s easter at Hogwarts. Fred and George are both alive and kicking. They have decided that since Umbridge left, this might be a good moment to re-do their last year and cheer all the traumatized war-veterans up with some top quality pranks.

And maybe play matchmaker for a couple or two.


Harry and Draco

“Why are we even participating in this stupid Weasley contest?” It was the first thing Malfoy said after he’d stalked off towards the forbidden forest. Harry had so far not even been sure if they were participating or if Malfoy just fancied a walk and Harry was tagging along. Or stalking him.

“Uhm… I dunno. Because it’s fun?” It wasn’t meant to be witty or sarcastic. Harry really didn’t know why they were taking part in the hunt. Especially since the price they could win wasn’t something either one of them was able to use. At least, Harry thought it wasn’t.

“Last time I had proper fun was fifth year, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.” The depressing content of Malfoy’s answer went right past Harry, who was still a bit lost in thought.

“Are you single?”

“Am I what, Potter?” They had reached the edge of the forest. Malfoy turned around to stare at Harry in surprise and disbelief, with a still lingering flicker of sadness in his eyes. It was the last question he’d expected Potter to ask.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Harry clarified, a bit flustered.

“I know what ‘being single’ means, idiot.” Malfoy turned around again to enter the forest. “But it’s a rather foolish question to ask a gay ex-death eater with PTSD, who is covered in scars and in general not considered to be a very nice person, don’t you think?” After a short pause he added, “Who the hell would want to date me?”

His pace quickened while he spoke. He had never disclosed his sexuality to anyone outside of Slytherin, and he wasn’t really sure why he suddenly came out to Potter. Though Draco supposed the boy could hardly hate him more than he already did, and if there was anything he’d learned from the war then it was shielding himself from spells aimed at his back.

But Potter didn’t respond at all, so Draco could safely continue walking. Well, I suppose silence is still a much better response than the curses my father flung at my head.

It wasn’t the fact that Malfoy had just admitted he was gay that rendered Harry speechless. His often theatrical behaviour and flamboyant mannerisms made it hard to not at least suspect. It was the casual mentioning of suffering from PTSD. Harry had been struggling with nightmares, old reflexes and anxiety every day since the war had ended, but not even Ron or Hermione knew he was seeing a therapist for that. No one did.

He’d never even thought of the possibility of just carelessly mentioning the state of his mental health, of just being open about it. It felt almost good to hear Malfoy say he was struggling, however selfish that sounded.

Suddenly Harry realised he hadn’t responded to Malfoy’s revelation. “What about Zabini?”

Malfoy laughed, relieved the tense silence was broken. “Blaise the ace. A good friend but he’d never be interested in more. Besides, he’s not my type.”


“Hells no. Guy’s as straight as they come and still not my type.” Draco was surprised at the amount of relief that flooded him when the other boy didn’t seem phased at all to find out he was gay. So surprised he gave genuine answers to his questions.

“What is your type then?”

“None of your business.” Draco was now over his surprise enough to prevent himself from giving a truthful answer. He could barely admit his type to himself, the last thing he wanted to do was tell Potter. “Why do you care anyway? The goal was finding some stupid egg not playing matchmaker.”

“I think you’ll find Fred and George disagree with you on that. Didn’t you see the other pairings?”

“They were mostly Slytherin and Gryffindor, your point?”

“My point is that they’re trying to make us get along. They’re pretty fed up with fighting now I suppose. We all are. And forcing us to hang out might stop the quarrels amongst our lower years as well.”

Sometimes it seemed like the first years hated each other with the same passion as Harry and Draco did at that age. It was very confronting to see their childhood feud damage the relationship between their houses so much.

“You didn’t think of that yourself, did you?” Draco cursed himself for missing the obvious. The sharp edges of his trademark wit had faded since he was on meds for his anxiety and nightmares. He often cursed how much they slowed down his thoughts. But then, not taking them wasn’t very pleasant either.

“No.” Harry blushed a bit and looked at his feet. “Hermione did.”

They were silent again after that, but this time it was a bit more bearable. Almost nice.

“Why are we in the woods exactly?” Asked Harry after five more minutes of walking among the trees. They were following the edge of the forest, where the sun shone through the fresh spring leaves, drawing patterns on the path.

“To find those bloody eggs of course.”

“But we haven’t searched anywhere yet, just walked.”

“That’s because I know where they hid one of them. I saw Lee and the twins come out of the forest here this morning. So if I remember correctly….” Draco craned his neck, searching the trees with his trained seeker eyes. “There.” And with a surprising ease for someone in skinny jeans and highly polished shoes he started to climb a huge oak tree standing next to the path.

Harry noticed a golden shimmer among the highest branches of the tree. “Are you sure you can climb that high? I don’t particularly fancy catching you.”

“Nice to hear you’d be happy to let me fall to my death, and yes, I can climb that high. I might be shit at making the right choices or getting people to like me, but if there’s one thing I’ve mastered beyond fucking perfection it’s climbing trees.” It appeared to be true. Already Draco was twenty feet up in the fifty feet tree and he showed no sign of slowing down when the branches thinned and started to creak under his weight.

“I didn’t mean it like that! Of course I’d catch you if you fell!” Shouted Harry back in the direction of the fine ass that steadily moved up in the tree. Draco was now so high speaking at a normal volume would be inaudible.

“I’m not saying you did mean it like that Potter.” Draco raised his voice now too, he had nearly reached the egg. “It’s just that I probably wouldn’t catch myself if I did fall.” But he let his volume drop so Harry wouldn’t be able to hear the last part.

At least, that’s what he thought.

“Catch!” Draco dropped the egg into Harry’s arms. Harry nearly let it crash to the ground because he’d only now began to process what Malfoy had told him. He hadn’t had any real fun since fifth year, suffered from PTSD, apparently wouldn’t mind dying and on a whole he just looked quite alone and miserable. It didn’t sound like much fun.

“Well, let’s see what’s in it then.” Draco climbed down the tree even faster than up. Harry didn’t respond again, so Draco took matters into his own hands.

He made a displeased sound when he finished reading the note. “If we want to win this thing we have to hold hands for 24 hours. Non-stop. No separate bathroom breaks, no separate showers, no separate beds.” Draco didn’t look thrilled at the thought. “Look, we don’t have to do this. If you want to have a date with someone I could arrange some…”

But he was quickly cut off. Harry had come to a decision. The idea of the twins to bring the houses closer together had seemed rather foolish first. A stupid search for easter eggs surely couldn’t bridge the huge gap between Slytherin and Gryffindor. But then, he’d already learned more about Draco during the past half hour than he ever thought he would. He grabbed Draco’s hand.

“Shut it and suck it Malfoy. Looks like you’re stuck with me for the next 24 hours.”

It wasn’t as bad as Draco initially thought it would be. It was much much worse. “No Potter. Just no. I am not okay with this. I will not be seen with you if you keep wearing that.”

Draco sounded properly horrified, but that just made Harry more determined to keep wearing his Weasley sweater. It was the only item he owned that had a zipper on the side so he could put it on without letting go of Draco’s hand. Mrs. Weasley had made it for him so he’d have an easier time changing when he injured himself during quidditch.

Now that all the eggs had been found the twins had called everyone to the three broomsticks to announce the winners. Draco had insisted they’d change outfits first but he was starting to regret that decision more and more with every passing minute.

He’d had no problem with putting on something different since the hand-holding didn’t obstruct magically changing clothes, but Harry didn’t know how to do that and Draco knew better than to step in and help. The one time he tried that it had gone terribly askew and the image of a half-naked Vincent Crabbe still haunted his nightmares sometimes.

“Why not? It’s either this or a house elf style tea towel.” The smug smile Harry got from annoying Draco would probably be the death of him.

“Oh my god, Potter. I will literally kill myself if you’re going to wear a fucking tea towel.”

“Really? You don’t think I could pull it off? I thought it would accentuate my hips perfectly.”

Draco face palmed himself. “Kill me. Just fucking kill me now. I’m forced to hold hands with with Harry fucking Potter who thinks he looks sexy in a tea towel. And here I was thinking my life couldn’t get any worse.”

“At least you don’t have to spent the entire evening with hair hanging in your face. I can’t put mine in a bun with one hand.” And Harry made a failed attempt to blow his long hair out of his face to prove his point.

“Yeah, right. You have it much worse than me. As always” Draco rolled his eyes. Harry snorted.

“Okay. That’s it. Dress in a fucking potato sack? Fine. Complain about your riddikulus hair? Go ahead. But I am not getting laughed at.” Before Harry could apologize or call Draco a drama queen he was violently shoved face first against the wall of his dormitory.

“What the…?”

“Shut it, Potter.” Draco twisted Harry’s arm behind his back and in one smooth movement grabbed all of Harry’s hair in his free hand. With a whispered wandless spell a magical ring appeared to tie it all together. As a petty revenge Draco pulled it much tighter than necessary.

“So. Happy now?” He released Harry’s arm from its twisted position while continuing to hold hands.

“Sort of. It’s a bit too tight if I’m being hone… Ow!” Draco had pulled Harry’s hair again.

“You’re an absolute asrehole, you know that Potter?” Harry rubbed the back of his head.

“Nope. But you have until tomorrow afternoon to remind me.”

“Prick.” Draco sighed.

“Git.” Shot Harry back as he stuck out his tongue at him. It felt good to banter with each other over the tiny things. And when they walked hand-in-hand towards the three broomsticks Harry saw Draco smile a bit from the corner of his eyes.

It might not be a perfect solution to all of their problems, but at least Draco could have some proper fun bitching to Harry the entire night, and Harry discovered he found that worth much more than a too tight ponytail or a sore shoulder.

I personally think this one is the funniest of the three, but that’s probably just my weird sense of humour.

And this isn’t the last part yet! Just the last part of today. I will still write something about the winners announcement at the three broomsticks, including a whole new ship…

Astral travel is fun but it sure ain’t everything.

I know I post a lot about astral travel and shit. I’ve put in at least 100 hours of personal time guiding people to learn how to astral travel for the first time, and take people on journeys, and so on. I’ve spent countless hours in the astral myself.

And it ain’t everything. Trust me on this guys.

Like yeah, a personal inner space, that’s dope ^-^ you can do all kinds of shit there.

But you know those journeys I post? The ones where I say, “for a moment I consult with friends about what to do next, then…”

In those moments I ain’t consulting shit. I’m posting in my group chat, that is up to date on my adventure, and screaming WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW I’M SO FUCKING FUCKED EVERYONE IS GOING TO DIE I’M GOING TO DIE HOW CAN I GET OUT OF THIS HELP ME I CAN’T DO THIS I’M IN OVER MY HEAD.

‘Cause guys, we’re all Morties. We’re not Ricks. None of us are the smartest man in the Universe. We’re not the cool badasses that slide in with the magical solution (well, sometimes. But usually after the screaming and begging for help before I die). 

So yes! Chill with those hot spring spirits. Walk through gentle forests. Talk to your companions and guides. But I honestly 100% question the value of every astral quest I’ve ever undertaken. That shit is dangerous. Even with your squad of lvl99 companions. I’ve been fucked up and fucked over more times than I like to count. 

Take it from me: astral travel is a tool. How you apply it is everything. If you keep it light, the consequences will be light. If you take it deep, the consequences will be deep. Stay safe and be careful 💚

Worry is melting away to contentment. Today is sunny and warm, spring is coming, we went on a family walk, and I received my inspection back; my little Camry has passed with flying colors and I have an opportunity to possibly trade in for a gorgeously red Subaru. My brother comes out in a month or so and work is getting easier. Time passes and so do anxieties about the future. Now only if I can get a career/degree choice in order. Happy Friday loves! 🌲❄️💕

I finished it!!! Please tell me what you guys think!

*Story contains nonfatal vore* 

The Flower

        Nettie stared at the flower, wide eyed in both disbelief and admiration. It was a beautiful specimen, petals a dusty gold lined with a pastel pink. It looked like a star, she thought, what they must look like up close. After that first moment of wonder however, the realization of what the flower meant hit her like a cement wall. She was to die today. Her breaths began to come short and fast, as the events of the incident unfolded again in her mind.


        Night was beginning to creep up on Nettie as she wandered through the wood. She should have known better than to come exploring in the forest this late in the day; now she was hopelessly lost. Eyes wide and uncertain, she continued searching, hoping to find a way out. To her dismay, all she found was a tree she was sure she had passed several times before. With a groan of frustration, she threw herself down at its roots, the uneasy feeling in her chest beginning to grow. These woods weren’t safe at night for small humans like her. Her warm, auburn hair, closely cropped at her shoulders, and face full of freckles didn’t help with blending in.

        “Lost little mouse?” A voice behind her hissed. “It’s awfully late for a little snack like you to be out…alone.”

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Blooming: An Elucien One-Shot

Setting: Summer Court, right around Chapter 35/36 in “A Court of War and Starlight,” my ACOTAR 3 fan fiction.

Summary: Elain and Lucien steal a moment alone together after Lucien returns to the Summer Court from his espionage in the Spring Court. 

Ship: Elucien

Rating: M

Word Count: 4,401

A/N: You do not have to read all of “A Court of War and Starlight” to understand this fic, only that Lucien and Elain are taking refuge in the Summer Court and Lucien has begun working as a agent for Feyre and Rhys to round up opposition to Hybern. This fan art by @meabhd helped inspire it (as well as my desire to write more Elucien fluff).

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Imagine being mute and meeting Legolas for the first time in Mirkwood

For blueblobb :)


You were walking through Mirkwood forest wearily, the air was so thick it felt as if you were moving through water, your eyes drooped and you had to lean against trees to keep from falling over. It felt as if you’d been here months but it can’t have been more than a few days, could it? The lack of sunlight meant you couldn’t keep track of time so you were just wondering aimlessly around hoping to some higher power that you’d make it out of this wretched forest one day.

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can you please write a scenario where sam and seb are in a relationship and sam holds his hand for the first time, c,:

Spring is wonderful. The frogs thaw, the biting cold leaves the morning air, and Sebastian can comfortably go outside in his signature black long sleeves and skinny jeans without freezing or collapsing from heat-stroke. Everything’s coming up Seby.

Sam’s walking silently beside him, engrossed in some game or another. Sebastian’s just lazily takes drags from his cigarette, the smoke burning dully as it fills his lungs, and enjoying the stillness as Pelican Town fades behind them.

The Cinder Grove Forest is alive in the early morning; bird chips cutting through the silence like referee whistles, the occasional rustle of branches and leaves as critters avoid their presence. Even the rhythmic lap of the river is hypnotic in it’s own way. But every once in a while there’ll be a sound effect that startles the natural world around them into tense silence. It makes it hard to enjoy the moment.

“Hey,” Sebastian says softly, only the slightest hint of irritation in his voice. “Can you turn that thing off for now?”

Sam hesitates, skidding to a stop at Sebastian’s side. “…Ok, but then do what exactly…?”

“I don’t know, Sam, maybe just enjoy the quiet together or some shit? Do you always gotta be doing shit?”

That brief pause stretches for a few seconds. Just as Sebastian’s about to leave Sam in his dust the blonde rushes up and slips his hand into Sebastian’s. It’s the brunette’s turn to pause, confusion written plain across his face. Sam just smiles back, a little bit sweet and a little bit teasing, before replying, “What? I like keepin’ my hands busy.”

The blush on Sebastian’s face is as fiery as a tomato.

They enjoy the rest of their early morning walk in silence.

Daily Headcanon

In an effort to help my OCs feel a bit more rounded and to get over my eternal fear of people not wanting to hear about them, I’ll be posting at least one small headcanon each day. It might just be a line but it’ll be something!

Fahlron had someone he was in love with once upon a time, before Inquisition. Clan Lavellan frequenting the same spots every spring, they were familiar with the local farms, each enduring each other’s presence as long as they kept to their fields/forest. One day while patrolling, a 15 year old Fahlron saw a human youth picking berries. Neither drew a weapon and the shem left after some staring down.

They met again several times during the next months. The human smiled and waved at him often. Sometimes he came with his dog and Fahlron grew fond of the friendly beast as it dashed around him, asking for ear scratching and games. After some initial confrontations, he and the shem began talking, walking together. They exchanged stories, carved some small trinkets and traded them. Fell into the lake, spooked some deer. The human became Edwin, a friend, his friend. They kissed while running from a sudden downpour and then Edwin became a word that made the hunter’s heart beat a little faster to the memory of linked fingers, lips tasting like chestnuts and his back pressed firmly against a tree with sturdy hands underneath his thighs.

Edwin was there every time the Clan returned for the next seven years, ready to trace new forest paths with Fahlron whenever he wasn’t sweating over the family fields. And then, one year when they were 23, he left, to become a Templar. Just for a little while, he promised, to support his family until the fields yielded more produce. He would learn to write properly and send letters and his twin could read them to him and reply.

They didn’t meet again until Inquisition and by then, a little while had become too long and Edwin couldn’t remember his own name, much more that of the elf weeping over him as he bled red all over the ground.



This was not her forest, of that, Huntress was certain. A thick, ominous fog sifted through the wood, and the damp smell of eternal Autumn lingered on the tree bark of oak and maple trees. It was a drastic contrast to the Spring-turning-Summer weather that was her own forest.

The wizard concluded that she must have wandered through a naturally-made portal through time and space that the magical forest she resided in was known for doing.

Her feet made a strange squishy crunch into the wet leaves as she roamed, keen wizard eyes attempting to see through the fog. There, in the distance, she spotted a dark figure with antlers. It wasn’t a deer, as it appeared to have no long snout and walked on two legs. Maybe it was another Dryad, or a Satyr… though, if that was the case, then why was she feeling a sense of dread as she continued to look on?

She stood there for a moment, debating whether or not to approach the figure. Ominous or not, she was lost in a strange world and she needed help finding the ingredients to get her back home. She ultimately decided to approach the figure; if push came to shove, she could certainly defend herself.


I got tagged by my lovely pal @lymphoma-tada to do a mood board of using photos on my phone! It’s not really a moos board but just a collection of my recent favourite photos

Top left: Q on a walk last week ❤️

Top center: beautiful wild flowers i saw last week when i was walking to my work. Couldn’t resist taking a picture!

Top right: spring forest on a run, look at all those green leafs!

Mid left: again, on a run on a very warm & lovely Sunday. Running on the moor fields for the first time so a reason to celebrate

Mid center: ❤️

Mid right: gorgeous sweden from the high skies

Bottom left: cool bird showing off in stockholm zoo

Bottom center: pitoresque picture made in Skansen, sweden’s historical open air museum. Old style fuel pump

Bottom right: quite an old picture but recently ‘released’ on instagram; the tropical greenhouse in göteborg

That’s it!!


30 Days of Deity Devotion: Day 3: Symbols and Icons of This Deity

The Sisters of the Badb

As the prime mistresses of the land and therefore any sovereign claim to it, the Morrigan as a group are goddesses of war, death, magic and take a tutelary role in most of the legends in which they directly interact with other figures. War was a social construct in Pre-Christian Ireland and the success of the king and his right to rule was tied directly with the prosperity and well-being of the land. Shape-shifters, adversaries and psychopomps in their own right, the Sisters herald both chaos and growth in the beats of their wings.

Corvids: Most legends note the members of the Morrigan taking the shape of a Royston (hooded) crow or a raven. This is generally extended to include other corvid species of bird. 

Cattle: Cattle were the intrinsic sign of the land and peoples well-being. If the land was failling, so would the health of the cattle. During the Táin Bó Cúailnge, Morrigu (sometimes known as Anand) takes the form of a white cow during her shape-changing harassment of Cu Chulainn. Bones and skins from cattle make good ornamentation in devotion to her.

White or Grey Horses: Macha is sometimes said to have taken the form of a white mare, walking the remnants of battlefields over the bodies of warriors fallen; multiple mountings of heads on spear tips have been called “Macha’s Forest.” During the fall festival of Samhain, the Irish had a tradition of choosing an individual to wear a white shroud and a horse’s skull, walking the streets as the white mare, an indication of the belief that spirits and ancestors were closer than any other time of the year.

Rivers and Fresh Water: Having created a river in Ireland by urinating it into existence, running water and springs, as core necessities to the land have always been something the Sisters have been found near or around. She takes the form of an eel and the guise of a hag washing the soldiers doomed to death in the Táin; as well as bedding the Dagda near a river the eve before the Tuatha de Danann were set to do battle with the Fomorians. (It’s been theorized that this happened at or around Samhain, which has led to that holiday being strongly associated with her.)

Apples: This is more of a personal association as apples and hazelnuts are traditional spiritual offerings during Samhain. 

Carnelian: A bloody looking stone, this is one that has always seemed to be appropriate.

Weapons: As a war god, weapons and armor are intrinsically associated with them.


Bluebell meadow by brent kinley
Via Flickr:
The weather has been awful this past week giving me no time for photography, so when the weather broke a bit this weekend i jumped at the chance of taking the camera out. I decided to walk the dogs around Knockmany Forest its the place i took the old men of the woods shot. As we walked through the forest i noticed some bluebells in small clumps here and there and as we walked on they became more and more until in front of us a whole section of forest was just a sea of purple, ive seen plenty of bluebells before and seen photos of of large bluebell meadows here on Flickr but this was unbelievable acres and acres of bluebells it was very pretty, but how to get a shot that works when all you have is a tonne of flowers and trees, i took plenty of different shots some close up, some from higher ground looking over the flowers and a few with fallen trees and stumps in to try add some foreground interest. This i think is the best of what i got even though it only shows such a small piece of what was there.