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g0blin-interrupted · 9 months
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Hello,
I is tiny garden seal
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gremlins-hotel · 5 months
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Post headcanons abt Arthur and his first baby you coward, you fool. The audience arrived, we are here, yet you stay silent upon the stage.
(Just joking ofc, tho id give you a kidney if you gave us some hcs abt their early days <3)
I know it's not a headcanon, but I hope this will still be satisfactory. A moment between a new father and his first son, to whom Arthur wishes the world.
“You coddle him,” came Rhys’ voice, blunt and teasing.
Arthur waved his brother’s words away. They were meaningless like wayward flecks of spume against the broad side of a ship in the face of the treasure held tight to his chest. Sleepless nights, tears, and the terror of the unknowing life. He had watched his son like a hawk for years, and the boy now grew blessedly stronger. Each time little Alfred grabbed his finger, the babe’s grip was vicelike, and Arthur knew the little chubby squish of pain was worth all his toils.
Alfred burbled up at Arthur, seeing his father’s watchful eyes glimmer, a mostly toothless smile scrunching his small face with joy.
Heart squeezing and eyes wide, Arthur knew he would endure it all again as long as that babe was laughing. Hugging the heavy bundle tighter to his chest, Arthur bounced the boy gently as he fiddled with a pocket of his coat. Life was difficult when one-handed, but he hated putting Alfred down. The troubles a baby could get into with any degree of autonomy he did not wish to imagine, not after famine and disease and blood. Alfred seemed determined to bind the world with his gums if his father allowed him, in any case, and to grab it without hesitation. There were dangers on the floor that the boy approached fearlessly. That determination. It was a good thing to have, Arthur knew, but woeful for life still so seemingly fragile.
A faint jingle answering his seeking fingers told the man he’d found his quarry. Arthur whisked the trinket from his pocket in a closed fist, the toy’s chain hanging from between two fingers. The near-sterling silver rings tinkled prettily against one another as he shook his fist above Alfred’s head. Curiosity lit the deep skies held in his son’s face like stars and Arthur couldn’t keep the soft smile from turning the corners of his mouth, shaking the chain again. Skies and stars indeed, for he had never observed someone to watch the heavens so closely at such a young age. Silently he praised the boy’s curiosity; one day it might have its questions answered if Arthur had anything to say about it. He would give that lad the sky and the seas.
Short, squishy fingers reached up for the chain, seeking the noisemaker with excitement. Arthur raised it away from his baby’s reach and took delight in seeing him try again. So he played the cat-and-mouse, jerking the prize just inches from Alfred’s grasp when he waved his hands skyward. Alfred laughed uproariously each time the toy made its metallic clinking and at seeing the smile on his father’s face. Arthur opened his fingers to reveal the rest of the shining silver toy and raised it to his mouth. One end was a sweet little whistle, which he blew quietly in the face of the babe. A high, windy note spiraled out into the air between them and Alfred laughed again, his entire face bright and bold. It made the boy redouble his efforts.
Arthur finally acquiesced, lowering his hand enough for those ferocious fingers to grip the tiny silver rings and tug. Once more Alfred’s burgeoning strength shot a bolt of pride through the man’s chest. With reluctant fingers he allowed the toy to drop into his son’s happy hands. Little curved talons, blunt by youth, curled around the moon-bright metal like a hunting bird content with its catch. The babe brought the whistle end to his soft mouth and immediately made to teethe on the silver. Tiny puffs of breath made the whistle sing and stutter, and Alfred’s eye glimmered happily, gazing up at Arthur as though he’d hung the heavens. Quickly he slobbered on the toy, but Arthur couldn’t help but feel enraptured by his son, drool or not.
Having forgotten the watching eyes beside him, it was Rhys’ voice that broke his reverie. “You ordered the coral, after all? No measure too small.”
Arthur blinked, looking up and away, then back to the toy in his son’s burbling mouth. The opposite end of the whistle had a stub of red, red coral from lands far away, polished to a beautiful shine. It was worth it to him. Anything to keep winding spirits and the fey away from his boy who had already suffered enough. No measure too small.
“Someday he will not need it, I hope.”
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goblinkissedgardens · 8 months
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🌱🌿🪴 𝔐𝔶 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔡𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾
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alextbphotography · 5 months
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"'Forests have secrets,' he said gently. 'It's practically what they're for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.'" –Catherynne M. Valente 🗝 // all photos are mine 🌙
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scheunensohn · 11 months
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Heavenly father, let me be the mistress of the mountain. Let me make it wet like a frat, thus the forest can have its fountain
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lotuso3o · 28 days
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fettfleisch · 11 months
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general-cyno · 6 months
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A Lot has happened and I'm enjoying myself immensely for different reasons reading OP but this tiny interaction between zoro and luffy when they found out about zoro's bounty before skypeia has been stuck in my head for hours it's so cute
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secondbeatsongs · 2 years
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at the flower show I went to this year, there was an enthusiastic gay man running a stand called "Peony's Envy", and sometimes I still think of it and smile
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going-to-superhell · 2 days
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I think it’s funny how I used to think gardening was for elderly people when I was a kid but I’m almost 20 and I fuck with landline and gardening Australia so hard. Like yes give me the latest news about agriculture and the price of cattle I would love that. Gardening tips and watching people tour gardens? Yes please
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fliegenengel · 10 months
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Be wary of the pumpkin people, a tricky friendly bunch.
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goblinkissedgardens · 8 months
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Anyone suggest any goblincore/gremlincore/cottagecore movies or TV shows???
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alextbphotography · 6 months
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"Some long-forgot, enchanted, strange, sweet garden of a thousand years ago." –Edna St. Vincent Millay 🍂 // all photos are mine 🌙
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gremlins-hotel · 1 year
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✈︎ grem/gremlin
✈︎ 21+
✈︎ they/he
✈︎ archaeology major! minor is us history.
✈︎ commission status: open
✈︎ my shit: a-flying-fortress | archaeologyfjones (ask blog) | twitter
my old shit: close-air-support (old main) | grem-archive (hetalia) | archaeojones (original ask blog)
✈︎ tag guide: 
misc: callsign gremlin checking in | gremlin shitpost | gremlin tankposting | gremlin’s things with wings | mooom! gremlin’s archaeologyposting again!
from the desk: alpha romeo tango | papa echo november
headcanon tags: mechanics of nations // eldritch abominations | alfred f. jones // daring to fly | mathieu williams // bear with me | mathieu & alfred // brothers earth and sky | arthur kirkland // salt wind and green garden | arthur & alfred // a king and his crown | arthur & mathieu // anchor spares none | ace family // new worlds divided | romano de cesare // luctor et emergo | ivan braginsky // Не остаться в этой траве | ludwig beilschmidt // meine Stärken und meine Schwächen
ship tags: romerica // spaghetti western | rusame // stardust on our boots | gerame // mach speed meta
my aus: sunfall // the wayward soldier | beartalia // hibernation or bust | harpytalia // world on the wing | unbound // a western saga | lemon sharks // friendly seas | ersatz // dark side of the moon
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Since I'm in a zelda hype, have this mix of botw and fritzverse because:
1) autism
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2) I'm powerful
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I drew it last summer and it's my lockscreen hehe
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