dogwoodreams

[dogwoodreams]

"a lot of the roses don't bloom until next month but the peonies are openin' if i can interest you in those?"

#open #curses written on homemade paper : rp

[dogwoodreams]

🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall?  are they smarter than the average person,  or less than?  are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school?  are they more street smart or book smart?  

🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?  

@un1awful

pyrite is intelligent in some subjects places and dumb as shit in others. he knows everything there is to know about arable farming and plants but ask him anything about the solar system and he's giving you a dead eyed stare. he pays attention to things he's interested in (which is decidedly little) and ignores everything else. he went to school, and uni (he has a degree in agriculture and horticulture) but he also self studied far more than he'd ever need to know. while pyrite isn't naïve, he's also very much rooted to the farm and doesn't give a shit about what happens beyond it so he has very little in the way of street smarts.

spring and summer are pyrite's seasons with a heavier leaning towards spring. he's the busiest in spring and it's when his magic is at it's highest, being mostly plant based as it is (though it's still weak and wishy washy). he feels more at ease when winter starts to fade and he likes the rainy weather that comes with spring.

#secrets in the soil : headcanons

[dogwoodreams]

~~over the hedge is where the magic starts~~

indie fantasy oc lovingly planted by foxglove. read rules & bio. 21+

#validate me

[dogwoodreams]

SENTENCE STARTERS: LYRICS THAT HIT ME IN THE FEELS [PT. 1] change words as needed ! ctrl + shift + v to paste into the inbox on desktop.

❝ if you choose not to decide you still have made a choice. ❞

❝ we can’t afford to be innocent. ❞

❝ just ‘cause it’s part of a plan doesn’t make it right. ❞

❝ even at the best times I’m out of my mind. ❞

❝ I’m that kind of trouble you know you want to get into. ❞

❝ and when they tell you to give them a smile why don’t you show them how sharp your teeth are ? ❞

❝ my addictive personality finally got the best of me. ❞

❝ I’m just talking but they tell me I’ve been screaming. ❞

❝ this here isn’t singing, it’s just screaming in tune. ❞

❝ I can taste you in my rage. ❞

❝ when you think your wounds are greater a victim can be perpetrator. ❞

❝ I hate this, but push came to shove. ❞

❝ forgive us these smiles on our faces ❞

❝ just picked out an early grave to bury shit; not me, just the weight I’ve been carrying. ❞

❝ maybe in another life we could have done this right, but I guess we’ll never know for sure. ❞

❝ think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring. ❞

❝ the only thing I know is it’s easy to miss when you never aim. ❞

❝ i want to know what it’s like to feel wanted for more than something that’s less than dishonest. ❞

❝ there’s a bright side to every wrong thing if you’re looking at me through the right eyes. ❞

❝ even a well lit place can hide salvation. ❞

❝ funny how a fall could feel just like flying when I'm waiting for it to hit me ❞

❝ if we've got no honor then we've got no shame ❞

❝ somehow you slayed your hope, but didn't let yourself know it had died ❞

❝ what would you do if I took this dagger in me and removed it ? ❞

❝ take it out on someone who won't hit you back ❞

❝ say goodbye to your mr. nice guy; you got your wish, he's rotting in hell ❞

❝ maybe I'm a good guy standing on the wrong side; maybe I'm a sweetheart trying to make my own scars ❞

❝ I do this all the time, blending in between the lines of my fiction ❞

❝ I'm feeling pretty empty, this attitude is expensive ❞

❝ paradise waits only for the lonely, the escapist, and the brave ❞

❝ drag me to death, like a lit cigarette ❞

❝ so if I'm honest, I think I'm beginning to question how much I want this ❞

❝ if you know the hunter is coming then you hide or keep on running, because they have slain the gods before. ❞

❝ by the time you figure out the rules I broke I've already won the game ❞

❝ have I done wrong ? am I guilty ? ❞

❝ now would you pray before you twist the knife ? ❞

❝ I'd like to pause, no matter what I pretend, like a pilgrim who learns to transcend; learns to live as if each step was the end. ❞

❝ I was given a name before I was given blood, like you were given your faith before there was made a god. ❞

❝ you say 'please don't ever change' but you don't like me the way I am ❞

❝ the more we think we know about, the greater the unknown ❞

repost of an old meme I created. also here is a playlist based on these prompts ♡

#messages in the roots : meme #I’m on my last Night Shift so I’ll be here later today!!

[dogwoodreams]

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

    send the corresponding symbol(s) for headcanons surrounding the given topic(s)!

🍍  :    how comfortable is my muse in their body?  how do they feel about their height,  weight,  strength,  and body type?  how important is being attractive to them?   🍅  :    how does my muse feel about plastic  /  cosmetic surgeries   &   procedures?  is it something they have done or would do?  do they mind if others do it?   🍏  :    how stable is my muse’s physical health?  do they go for regular or semi-regular checkups by a physician?  do they have any diagnosed illnesses and / or take any medication?  how often do they get sick? 🍎  :    how stable is my muse’s mental health?  have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they or should they attend therapy?   🍑  :    how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance?  do they spend a lot of time on their hair,  makeup,  grooming,  and clothing?  is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?   🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?   🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood?   🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall?  are they smarter than the average person,  or less than?  are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school?  are they more street smart or book smart?   🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?   🍌  :    is my muse inclined to help others,  or will they only do it when it benefits them,  if at all?  what makes them this way?  has it ever gotten them into trouble,  or inconvenienced them?  🍊  :    does my muse desire romance?  is it something they would actively seek out,  or prefer to happen more  ‘  naturally?  ’  what is their love life like?  do they have any exes or past flings,  or crushes?   🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them?  🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits,  interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?   🍋  :    what kind of diet does my muse have?  do they eat regularly,  or the standard 2-3 meals a day?  do they have to be reminded to eat,  or are they likely to remind others?  do they cook,  or have others cook for them?  do they eat healthily,  or not so much?   🥭  :    how important to my muse is their hometown,  or where they’re from?  are they proud of it,  or considered a hometown hero?  did they move away,  or do they wish to?

#messages in the roots : meme

[dogwoodreams]

SENTENCE STARTERS: LYRICS THAT HIT ME IN THE FEELS [PT. 1] change words as needed ! ctrl + shift + v to paste into the inbox on desktop.

❝ if you choose not to decide you still have made a choice. ❞

❝ we can’t afford to be innocent. ❞

❝ just ‘cause it’s part of a plan doesn’t make it right. ❞

❝ even at the best times I’m out of my mind. ❞

❝ I’m that kind of trouble you know you want to get into. ❞

❝ and when they tell you to give them a smile why don’t you show them how sharp your teeth are ? ❞

❝ my addictive personality finally got the best of me. ❞

❝ I’m just talking but they tell me I’ve been screaming. ❞

❝ this here isn’t singing, it’s just screaming in tune. ❞

❝ I can taste you in my rage. ❞

❝ when you think your wounds are greater a victim can be perpetrator. ❞

❝ I hate this, but push came to shove. ❞

❝ forgive us these smiles on our faces ❞

❝ just picked out an early grave to bury shit; not me, just the weight I’ve been carrying. ❞

❝ maybe in another life we could have done this right, but I guess we’ll never know for sure. ❞

❝ think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring. ❞

❝ the only thing I know is it’s easy to miss when you never aim. ❞

❝ i want to know what it’s like to feel wanted for more than something that’s less than dishonest. ❞

❝ there’s a bright side to every wrong thing if you’re looking at me through the right eyes. ❞

❝ even a well lit place can hide salvation. ❞

❝ funny how a fall could feel just like flying when I'm waiting for it to hit me ❞

❝ if we've got no honor then we've got no shame ❞

❝ somehow you slayed your hope, but didn't let yourself know it had died ❞

❝ what would you do if I took this dagger in me and removed it ? ❞

❝ take it out on someone who won't hit you back ❞

❝ say goodbye to your mr. nice guy; you got your wish, he's rotting in hell ❞

❝ maybe I'm a good guy standing on the wrong side; maybe I'm a sweetheart trying to make my own scars ❞

❝ I do this all the time, blending in between the lines of my fiction ❞

❝ I'm feeling pretty empty, this attitude is expensive ❞

❝ paradise waits only for the lonely, the escapist, and the brave ❞

❝ drag me to death, like a lit cigarette ❞

❝ so if I'm honest, I think I'm beginning to question how much I want this ❞

❝ if you know the hunter is coming then you hide or keep on running, because they have slain the gods before. ❞

❝ by the time you figure out the rules I broke I've already won the game ❞

❝ have I done wrong ? am I guilty ? ❞

❝ now would you pray before you twist the knife ? ❞

❝ I'd like to pause, no matter what I pretend, like a pilgrim who learns to transcend; learns to live as if each step was the end. ❞

❝ I was given a name before I was given blood, like you were given your faith before there was made a god. ❞

❝ you say 'please don't ever change' but you don't like me the way I am ❞

❝ the more we think we know about, the greater the unknown ❞

repost of an old meme I created. also here is a playlist based on these prompts ♡

#messages in the roots : meme

[dogwoodreams]

animals found on dogwood farm:

6 hens ( 2 sebright, 4 orpington): tumeric, rosemary, thyme, cumin, coriander, cinnamon. 2 pygmy goats : hazel and willow 1 jersey cow : marigold 2 irish wolfhounds : delphi & hera 1 canada goose : damask (pyrite's familiar but she's a wanderer and can be found all over the farm at any given time)

#secrets in the soil : headcanons

[dogwoodreams]

do u like dogs? asking for a friend-

@maljefe

"i love dogs. they're loyal and sweet but willing to rip things to shreds to protect their pack. the perfect kind of animal. perfect traits to find in a person too."

#curses written on homemade paper : rp

[dogwoodreams]

muse feelings & indicators.

happiness.   being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

sadness.   tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

anger.   furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

fear.   wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

exhaustion.   constantly yawning. slurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine”. shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

#secrets in the soil : headcanons

[dogwoodreams]

during the year pyrite will open the farm up to the public and allow them to pick strawberries and pumpkins. he uses the fields away from his house to ensure no one gets close to the cottage and wards the place to deter anyone from approaching.

#secrets in the soil : headcanons

[dogwoodreams]

~~over the hedge is where the magic starts~~

indie fantasy oc lovingly planted by foxglove. read rules & bio. 21+

[dogwoodreams]

his bloodline is muddied with all manner of things, his magic thin and draining. it didn't help that his mother's magic was rotting, unable to carry over to him as it should have done. pyrite doesn't mind, that he has magic at all is a blessing, and he's skilled enough in potions and elixirs that he can get by. he is quite good with plants, though he can hardly call himself a floramancer and his curse work is detailed and vicious (that probably has something to do with the demon blood in his veins)

#secrets in the soil : headcanons

[dogwoodreams]

my murder, pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from my murder: a novel by katie williams.

you okay in here?

i want to do every last inch of every last thing.

you never used to cry.

how could i have ever thought of leaving?

i just have one of those faces.

you want to know what it was like? fine. i'll tell you.

it's a funny thing to have a body.

you cry at everything. you cry at furniture left by the side of the road.

you're saying you don't remember anything at all?

i try to be good and nice, nice and good. but sometimes, something just comes over me.

you've read the articles. seen the news reports.

i'm sorry i left you. i thought you were okay.

children are trained to associate sugar with affection.

everyone feels like they're being followed, some of the time.

it's like you expect me to be grateful.

you talk about yourself in the third person?

you shouldn't think of yourself any differently.

i, apparently, am not 'people'.

no, i still want it. i'm just telling you that i hate it.

thanks for taking me home.

you must be a really good mom.

how well can you really know someone?

what did you think you were doing?

but it was bad, right? what i did?

i understand how things can linger.

can you be serious for a minute?

i know it happened. i know it happened to me.

you're still you.

give them enough time, and people will always ask.

it's easier to share an apartment with a stranger.

i'm glad you have people who understand you.

people are inscrutable, and life is chaos. if i know anything, i know that.

have you joined a cult?

i'm made of curiosity. i am a hundred dead cats.

something happened to me, and sometimes it comes up.

you know better than anyone what a bitch i can be.

you're good. people will tell you you're not, but you are.

why are you weird? no, sorry. i mean, what's wrong with you?

are you going to tell me, or am i going to have to start guessing?

i need you to not be angry right now. it doesn't help me. okay?

i haven't gotten any threats lately.

people always blame the mother.

we're already in trouble. we've been in trouble this whole time.

why do you always ask me these things when the lights are out?

i love you, you know.

i love you monstrously. with fangs and claws.

#messages in the roots : meme

[dogwoodreams]

pyrite was exorcized while in the orphanage. because it was a catholic run place, they deemed him a devil child and tried to get the demon out of him.

#secrets in the soil : headcanons

[dogwoodreams]

“I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic.It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue.”

— i am tired of this emptiness.

#tramlines and traces of magic : isms

[dogwoodreams]

are things a little better? / kaen.

@strywoven

he sets a cup of blackberry tea on the table in front of them, made from the berries grown on his farm of course. his own cup is cradled close as he leans back against the kitchen island, gaze set out of the window.

"they've stopped accusin' me of poisonin' their fields." a wry smile makes its home on his lips as pink hued eyes flit back to faun. "it's not my fault that they've all fallen from the old ways and the sprites don't want to help them anymore."

#curses written on homemade paper : rp #kaen

[dogwoodreams]

while pyrite's mother was caring of her child and would whisper her adoration to him in the dark of the night, his father wasn't so kind. maybelle went to great pains to keep her magic hidden from her husband, to the point it started to rot away inside her and poison her. she was already a sickly woman when she gave birth to her only son and it only got worse as the years went by. she passed away shortly after his 11th birthday with pyrite coming into his magic in a fit of grief not a day later. daniel did not take kindly to this and after several attempts to stamp the magic out of him, carted pyrite off to an orphanage as far away as possible. he grew up as just another unwanted child, a strange eyed boy watching the others get adopted while he rotted in the heavily catholic controlled children's home. to say his formative years were hard is an understatement but he knuckled down and survived. it's said that the day he was old enough to leave, all the nuns in charge of looking after the children came down with a mysterious illness and died shortly after.

#secrets in the soil : headcanons #tw child abuse