#homemade horrors harvest

[homemadehorrors]

Death’s head mothman

#plush #art doll #handmade #death's head moth #mothman #ooak #wormsandbones #homemade horrors #homemade horrors harvest

[bunwritesss]

Daryl dating the team's herbalist >>>

A/N: Just warning you, it's quite long this time! :')

He would have met you in the woods, during the prison era. You both went for the same bush of blackberries, the archer immediatly going for his crossbow. You rose your hands in the air, insisting on the fact you weren't a threat.

"I won't try to hurt you. Matter of fact, the only weapon I got on me is a knife, and that's for the eaters."

He usually wasn't this easy-going, but for some reason he trusted you. You watched as he put his crossbow back.

"Are ya alone?"

You nodded without thinking, getting some more blackberries in the pockets of your apron.

"And you, are you alone?"

"I got a group, a few miles from here."

He did not try and tell you where it was. To be fair, you did not really care. You only wanted to go home and make some blackberry jam with the sugar you had.

"Well, I wish you the best on your way back." You smiled at him, quickly getting away.

The apocalypse really helped you understanding the importance of the concept of "stranger danger". You quickly went back home, checking behind your shoulder a few times to make sure the archer wasn't following you.

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A few days later, you came back to the same place, harvesting some plantain to make a homemade balm. You did not notice the eater slowly walking behind you, and when you finally saw him, it was too late. His rotten teeth kept clicking, and he was missing an eye. The view was truly horrifying, you could not help but let out a terrified scream, trying to get your knife in the large pockets of your apron. And as you could feel the creature's fetid breath on your skin, kicking his knees and stomach with all of your might, it suddenly fell down on its side.

You flinched as it touched the floor, and gave it a scared look. An arrow was placed in its head.

"Are ya bitten?"

You saw the archer, running towards you with a scared look. You could not respond yet, your heart apparently trying to get out of your chest. Trying to get a proper breathing cycle back was hard, and you felt tears on your cheeks.

"Are ya bitten?" He repeated, almost screaming at you.

You managed to shake your head, and he let out a sigh of relief. He kneeled at your level, seemingly kinder than before.

"Ya really should get some more weapon."

You let out a scared sob. The archer was awkward to your side, having no idea of what he was supposed to do. "Rick would have given them a hug", he thought. "And Carol would have tried inviting 'em home."

"Do ya want me to walk you home?"

You wiped your eyes with your sleeve, trying to gain some contenance.

"It's okay, I can do it."

You got up on shaky legs, obviously not fine. And Daryl let his inner Carol speak for him.

"If ya don't wanna be alone... I'm from the prison outside the forest, three miles from here... Our leader is nice and ya obviously have some plant skills, you'd be useful."

"That sounds great." You said with a soft, raspy voice.

Being alone was starting to get hard, and there was only so many books and magazines you could find during your short runs outside of the forest. You turned to Daryl.

"I live near here, I have many useful remedies that could be useful to your group. Will you help me bring them there?"

He silently nodded, and followed you home.

○

It took you a few days to be fully integrated in the group. Everyone deemed your skills useful, and soon enough you became Daryl's hunting partner. Your duo was cute, with him and his hunting gear, and you and your homemade apron filled with pockets, paper bags, and plastic containers. You would always come back with food for everyone, and your contribution to the medicine cabinet was appreciated by everyone.

○

It took two years for Daryl to dare asking you to be his partner. It was after the horrors of Terminus, and after seeing you almost get eaten by the cannibals. You obviously immediatly said yes, and nothing changed. He always teased you like he used to do before. The only slight difference was the few kisses you shared behind closed doors, and the numbers of runs augmenting.

○

Here's some small headcanons about your relationship:

You would have made him some relieving balm for his aching hunter muscle, and he would be so grateful for that. You would probably have to rub it on him yourself (just like you'd have to fight to patch him up, the man being a firm believer of the "it'll heal itself" theory), but after he saw how much it helped, he always remembered to carry some with him.

You taught him to recognize some important plants during your runs, and now, if for some reasons you cannot go with him, he would bring back handful of those plants to you.

If people are mean to Daryl or your group, you get them slightly sick. It took only one look at Spencer being a jerk to Glenn for you to give him a piece of vomiting-inducing chocolate that made him sick for the whole night. You're a healer first, but poisoner comes close second. And although Daryl is not feeling his best when you first arrive in Alexandria, the story would have made him snicker.

Daryl would be so comforted by your smell after a day spent making remedies. You smelled like the forest, and looked so cute covered in plant parts and berry stains. It was one of his favorite smells in the world.

Judith would look up to you so much!! She spent her whole childhood making remedies with you, or on your lap, listening attentively to your explainations of which plants are good and which are not. She would try and bring you some plants as well. And sometimes go on small runs with Daryl, and pick up some plants you mentioned you needed. It was so cute to watch her come back, her cowboy hat filled to the rim with herbs!

Daryl is also the one patching up the pockets of your apron!!! When you get caught in spiky bushes, or when you accidentally rip one of your pockets, you always somehow find it repaired the next day. One day, you finally catch Daryl on the act, a needle between his teeth as he would carefully examine your favorite apron, to see if anything needed repairing.

He's also so impressed when he sees you making up a remedy on the go. Once, he sees you scratch your knee after you fell down in the forest (and he laughed at you so hard, before even asking if you were okay), and immediatly make a remedy out of the plant you fell on in two minutes, and he had the most lovesick look on his face ever as he watched you apply it.

#he's so cute 😭😭😭 #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl x reader #the walking dead imagine #bun writes

[the-scythes-pen]

Thinking about small seasonal moments with the boys....

Watching a fireworks show with Simeon to celebrate the end of summer. The two of you sit on a grassy hill by the beachside, watching the popping flashes of brilliant lights against the darkened sky in awe. You're covered in glowsticks, bent and connected together to form a necklace, a wristband, and a halo of all different colours. Simeon matches you; the soft glow of the glowsticks against his skin causes the air to catch in your throat because fuck, he looks absolutely stunning.

Mammon curling up beside you, the two of you under a blanket on the sofa in his room, watching a horror movie in the middle of fall... He's terrified, but he wants to be strong for you- to show you he can protect you no matter what. He holds you so close, so tight, and he's warm and cozy compared to the cold evening air. His arms are strong, you can feel his tightened bicep as he nearly crushes you to death, but you feel so safe and loved.

Walking along a path covered in orange and red leaves in the human world with Satan, the two of you bundled up in warm clothes as you head to your destination. The air is cold, but refreshing, and it truly reminds you that fall is here. Of course, you can't help wanting to admire the gorgeous trees that line the path, and you can't help but try and step on the crunchy leaves with childlike glee- and Satan stands a little ahead of you, watching with a soft smile on his face as he's reminded of just how much he loves you.

Preparing for a Halloween-themed birthday party for Diavolo with Barbatos, preparing cupcakes and shaped chocolates and a large cake and so many other treats. Little gourmet chocolates shaped like ghosts on a stick, cupcakes decorated with icing spiderwebs and marshmellow googly eyes. The two of you are up well into the evening, laughing and enjoying yourselves under atmospheric flickering candelight, feeding eachother pieces of rejected snacks and extra bits that have fallen off.

Having a large feast with the brothers to celebrate the final harvest of the year in the human world; theres pumpkin pie, yam, cranberry sauce, turkey, ham, dinner rolls and so much more. As usual, everyone is making a fuss over this or that, it's loud and it's chaotic at times, but it feels just like home. Theres warm apple cider in your glass, and Lucifer gives you the softest smile you've ever seen from him- he's proud of the family he has, and he's proud to have you here as a part of it. He's happy to see the contentment on your face as you eat in silence, merely enjoying the atmosphere, the food, and the noisy demons you call home.

Taking Levi to play out in the snow during winter. He complains and stutters as you hold his hand, dragging him out the door after bundling him up in warm clothes. You drag him to a skating rink in the human world; you drink hot chocolate with him on the benches nearby as you watch the other skaters. You walk around your town together, hand in hand, admiring the lights and the festive decorations that have been hung for the holidays. The two of you head to a park and build a snowman, the activity lasting well into the evening as snow gently falls around you. Your laughter can be heard all over the park as you recreate Pridy McPrideFace in snowman-form, and Leviathan is happy you dragged him out of his room for once.

Spending the night before Christmas at the Demon Lord's Castle; you and Diavolo sipping on lovely homemade eggnog made by Barbatos for today and tomorrow's festivities as you talk late at night. Theres quiet snowfall outside, a cold draft leaking in through the nearby window thats just enough to remind you of winter, but the crackling fire infront of you and the prince keeps you warm. The two of you talk about everything and nothing at all, the night growing deeper until theres nothing left but embers in the fireplace and memories of a delicious drink in your cup. It's quiet for a few moments, and in that peaceful silence, you instinctively cuddle up into Diavolo for warmth and end up drifting off to sleep. Looking down at you, the prince feels his heart swell, and he can't help but place a kiss on the top of your head and take your hand in his own, holding it as he leans into you as well and opts to fall asleep on the couch with you. He silently vows to never see you hurt; to always protect you for as long as he lives. He wants to see your smile everyday, and wants to love you for the rest of time.

The two of you are found the next morning in the common room, infront of the christmas tree and illuminated by reflection of light off the pure-white snow just outside the window. You're both sleeping peacefully, enjoying eachother's warmth and touch. Barbatos drapes a blanket over the two of you, and for once the brothers remain a little quieter then usual as they exchange gifts, waiting patiently for the two of you to arouse from your sweet dreams.

Spending a quiet, calm night in the human world with Solomon; the two of you looking up at the stars twinkling in the darkened sky as you wait for the new year. Solomon takes your hand in his, and the moonlight reflects off his pale skin in a way that makes him look almost ethereal. The sight steals the breath from your lungs, and he only gives you a somewhat sly, yet somewhat soft smile as he meets your gaze. And as cheers erupt from all over the world, the sound of fireworks going off in the distance- he leans in and captures your lips with his own; he's warm and tastes sweet, and despite the cold his lips are soft and he kisses you with such adoration and love. He pulls away only to rest his forehead against yours so he can mumble promises of eternal love to you, of telling you just how much you mean to him, and telling you he's been waiting all his life to meet you.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #otome games #reader insert #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

[abetterdaaye]

Weekly Tag Game

Thank you to @juliakayyy for tagging me 🥰

Name: Dana

Age? Not quite fine wine but a nice cheese

What kind of day is it? The horrors persist

When was the last time you ate? 6.5 hours ago

About how many hours of sleep did you get? ~5. Hoping for an early night tonight

Name one thing you could do to make your day better right now: A long, tight hug

Why are you not doing that thing? I live alone and am unattached and am… bleh

What are you going to do tonight to relax? I don’t know. I have a movie on while I’m working on lesson plans, though

What comfort food do you not eat often enough? Cornmeal porridge.

What's stopping you? I can make it but it’s not quite how my mom used to make so it doesn’t hit the same

Have you ever had a professional massage? I have. It’s been too long since my last one, actually

Have you eaten fruits and vegetables today? Do veggie straws count?

How much water have you had today? Maybe 4 sips… I know. I’m not doing well today.

Is there a self-care gadget you really want to buy? It’s not a gadget, per se. I want a sensory hammock that I can climb into and cocoon in on days like today

What is your favourite healthy snack? Homemade kale chips.

What is your favourite unhealthy snack? I’m currently hyperfixated on harvest cheddar SunChips

What is one thing you are going to start doing RIGHT NOW to take better care of yourself? I just took another sip of water

And to close, I want you to say one NICE thing to yourself that you really need to hear right now: One endeavor not being successful does not may you a failure. Keep going.

✨ Tagging @abundanceofnots @artofobsession @bi-panic-actually @bubblegumbarbie33 @cdt12345 @deakysgurl @danarenee101 @endometriosis @everwitch-magiks @fredless-george @fuckyeahheartst0pper @hella-cious @haunted-phantom-student @its-a-queer-thing @ifallonblackdays @jezzibelle89 @jrooc @krysmiss @kyrbs @lyricailove @littlechase21 @lupeloto @look-i-love-u @nyhmeriah @octoberscigarettes @palepinkgoat @pippin-katz @ririsasy @redwiccanrobin @steorie @twinklyylights @unabletocomply @violetmac @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatkindofnameisvolta @xninetiestrendx @you-are-so-much-better-than-that

#Wanna play a game? #Tag! You’re it! #Tag Game

[cyberaxolotl]

Caramel Coating

Bugsnax Grimdark

Warnings: Death, horror, gore

Words: 1k

Fic below the cut

“Wiggle, can you get me more firewood?” Gramble asked, stirring a pot of reeking caramel with a metal spoon. The thick semi-liquid bubbled and boiled, almost being a struggle to stir, but the high angle the stool beneath him provided made it easier. The pot was inside the barn, a handful of wooden planks being replaced by stone, and a pile of burning firewood heating it up.

��Are you sure? This seems like enough caramel to last Halloween.” Wiggle said, looking into the pot of caramel.

“We’re makin’ it for everybody in town, you can’t expect one pot to be enough!” He reached over for an apple that had been stabbed with a wooden stick. He dipped it in and swirled it around, then took it out, putting it on a metal tray. “I’m gonna need at least another batch to cover all these apples.” The couple had volunteered to be part of a town-wide party in New Grump City, and they’d been enlisted in preparing caramel apples, while Wambus and Triffany were enlisted in harvesting the produce.

“Alright, darling. Want me to get the sugar and butter while I’m at it?” She turned around, ready to leave the room.

“It’ll be nice to have it on hand!” He approved, and then she left. He continued switching between dipping apples and stirring caramel, leaning over the bubbling pot, seeing it like a boiling mess of sugary lava. “I wonder if there’s any other fruits we coulda asked the Lottahams for, grumps might get sicka these apples after a while…” He looked up at a chart he had nearby, marking the trips Wambus and Triffany would make with wagons of apples.

“They’re gonna be here soon… Can’t believe I’M coatin’ the apples for half of New Grump City!” Stepping down from the stool, he started pushing a fresh cart of caramel apples to the corner of the barn. “Will they even be cool in time? The party starts at midnight…” He startled mumbling to himself, his paws tapping the handle of the cart.

The smell of the room was almost… enchanting. It was sweet like sugar, but the amount made it nauseating, yet still irresistible. He fought past the dizziness the hot liquid instilled, fighting his mind. The steam didn’t help.

Gramble continued coating apples and keeping the caramel from solidifying, watching the pot get lower as caramel apples were put on carts, and he didn’t have the ingredients for a new batch. He reached the lower half of the pot. “Oh, half of it's burnin’ and solidifying already! Where’s that firewood?” He stepped down from the stool, hanging the ladle from the rim of the pot. Walking out of the barn, he looked over into the fields, and at the farmhouse. “She musta gone the wrong way… That’s my fault for not showin’ her the right way around the farm.” Hurrying out to get it himself, he left the pot to boil and bake on its own.

He was able to come back quickly with sugar and cream, holding a bag and a homemade gallon in his arms. “I gotta get that firewood quick, all of this is burnin’ out!” Fixing up the next batch of caramel, it bubbled and helped make the old one loosen up, but it’d be futile if the fire went out.

He had enough time to run back to the farmhouse and grab a couple of logs. “-?” But when he walked into the barn doorway again, something was amiss. The ladle seemed offset, his stool was closer to the pot than before, it was just… wrong. “What in tarnation?” He remarked, putting his wood down and walking up to the pot. Putting his paws on the rim and stepping up to the stool, he saw it.

A body, covered in caramel. It’s shadowed form was covered in burns and bloody injuries, the sugar boiling into the skin, making it nearly unrecognizable.

Nearly…

“Wiggle!” Gramble cried, reeling his hands back. What had happened-?! He was barely gone for a few minutes, and suddenly, she’d become a sticky mess of a corpse. Not thinking, he reached his hands in to get her out, leaning forward on the stool. “-?! DAA-AAAH-!”

As though a switch flickered in his mind, the hallucination beneath him disappeared, the pot of boiling candy being full and glowing. “AAAA-AAAH!” The pain in his arms as they burned and blistered in molten sugar struck with a lightning that made him jolt, his feet shaking the stool, far too close to the pot for comfort-

Before he knew it, he fell forward. Going face first into the steaming caramel, he couldn’t get a moment’s rest before his skin boiled, every nerve in his body hosting waves of hot pain. He couldn’t scream as the severing heat burned his fur, feeling his skin burst as his blood boiled, the candy sticking and hardening on him. Unable to breathe, and boiling alive, he froze up.

Silence filled the barn as the caramel boiled, the light brown getting redder, becoming a deeper crimson. The sweet scent of sugar became metallic, a sickening mix of smells, being the sickening smell of death.

Footsteps approached the barn. “Sorry, darling, I got distracted. But, I found some strawberries we could dip in the caramel as well!” Wiggle stepped into the wooden building, looking inside. “…Gramble?” Not able to see him on first look, she could only see the deeply colored liquid. “What on earth happened to the caramel?” Putting the firewood she had grabbed down, she walked forward, looking into the pot. Other than the color, there were no disturbances.

“…” Her eyebrows furrowed as she picked up the ladle. Dipping it in, she pushed it down, feeling a solid in all of the thick liquid. “Did he drop an apple in?” She muttered, trying to scoop it out, but finding it to be much larger than an apple.

But, she did end up with one thing she could scoop out. Pulling the ladle up with something inside, she let the caramel drip away, unveiling what it was.

A single, blue, bloodshot eye.

#bugsnax #tori’s art tag #tori’s writing tag #Tori’s Month Of Macabre 2022 #gramble gigglefunny #wiggle wigglebottom

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

It's Halloween (the best day of the year, obviously) so I came up with some headcanons for how my characters celebrate.

Below the cut, because it's a long list

Our Man Flint

Flint carves squashes to scare off demons and celebrates harvest with his community. This is before people viewed Halloween (or All Saints Day, or All Hallow's Eve) as satanic.

August and Ambrose don't celebrate Halloween, since at this point in history it was a very Christian affair.

Eden

Ezra listens to Spooky Scary Skeletons on loop through all of October. He hands out jolly ranchers and snickers to trick or treaters, paying them tons of compliments on their costumes.

Christopher attends the harvest party at his church with his relatives. Afterwards they head back to his house to make carmel apples and bake pies. He always helps his nieces and nephews carve pumpkins.

Colt's house is a favorite in his neighborhood, since he gives out ridiculous amounts of Russian sweets. He makes in poor taste jokes about hiding razor blades in candy, but never actually does it.

Jay, before the events of the story, would usually go to Halloween themed orgies or just stay home. They weren't ever big on holidays.

Divinity

Wren doesn't celebrate holidays, other than ancient religious ones from his religion.

Mary gives the trick or treater's multiple king sized candy bars, as well as carmel apples she makes herself. She dresses up like a black cat every year.

Blood Sacrifices

Ve'Qren, when he survives to the modern day, thinks Halloween is a grand holiday. He loves playing dress up, giving out sweets to little humans, and watching horror movies. It's the only holiday he puts any effort into.

Humanity's Collector

Harlow doesn't like Halloween, because it triggers his paranoia. So he spends all day in his house trying to pretend it doesn't exist.

Glade loves seeing what new anatomically incorrect fake skeletons humans come up with this year. The amount of Halloween decorations in xeir pocket dimension is remarkable.

The Doll Collector

Dahlia dresses up to match whatever her brother is doing. Every year, they go out to parties and get wasted, then return to his apartment to watch Bela Lugosi's Dracula.

Jules celebrated Halloween as a kid, but hasn't had anything to do with it since he turned sixteen.

Zion takes his kids trick or treating, and dresses up a universal monsters. One year he got creative and went as the vampire from Blacula, but he usually sticks to more recognizable characters.

Viola stays home and watches scary movies. She gives out peppermints and butterscotches to any kids who ring her doorbell.

The Collector throws a masquerade party every year, where the guests wears a surgeon's yearly salary worth of jewels, not to mention the costumes themselves.

Sanctuary

Mordecai loves Halloween music to a fault. He dresses up as characters from old Hollywood movies. Nosferatu and Citizen Kane are his go-to's.

Rahab never liked Halloween all that much. She took Mordecai trick or treating when they were kids, and gave all her candy to him.

Ishtar doesn't know what Halloween is.

Rosemonda preaches that holidays are improper and not to be celebrated by her "faithful followers". She's a kill joy like that.

You can't Follow Your Heart if there's a Stake Through It

Jacob adores Halloween. It's the only time of year where it's acceptable to play songs about necrophilia and grave robbing. He dresses up like vampires most years, and owns a very nice set of fake fangs.

Rurik doesn't know anything about Halloween. Holidays don't matter much to him.

Jericho doesn't celebrate Halloween for religious reasons.

Angelique, Clara, and Karina dress up as the Heathers. Every year. No one finds it funnier as they do.

Alma gives out homemade cookies to the trick or treaters, but doesn't dress up herself. She takes any opportunity to dote on little kids.

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Halloween #Ocs #Head canons

[allthingsfook]

Not sure if you are taking ships right now but here goes:

I am 26 years old, 5’7, on the curvy side, tan, with long, wavy/curly hair dyed dark red. I have brown eyes and I have softer features, like a round/oval face, full lips and a button nose. I wear glasses quite often, and I don’t really wear a lot of makeup too much. I have multiple tattoos as well.

I’m a Virgo sun, Sagittarius moon, Virgo rising, and Libra venus. I am a queer woman (not yet out to my family though). I was in the military for 5 years, and now I am working towards a career in the aviation industry.

I have 3 dogs, I have a big garden in my backyard, and I love watching shows mostly on the history and science channel. I also love horror movies and comedies. Watching football is also one of my favorite things, and I grew up playing soccer for 12 years as well.

I have an expansive music taste, I grew up on bands like Metallica, Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Motley Crue, Journey, etc, but I also really love indie, folk, and alternative. And I love a lot of music from the 50’s-90’s, really 😅

I have a shy personality, I don’t drink, don’t go out much on my days off unless it’s shopping or going to the movies, I prefer staying at home and reading or watching tv. I will open up super fast if I feel comfortable enough with someone though. My favorite foods are curry, tomato soup, and tacos! Eventually I wanna move to Wisconsin where most of my family is, but I do love to travel! Korea and Germany have been my fav places to go so far (:

Anyway I think that’s it lol I’m super excited to see who you ship me with 😊

Heyyyy!!! I’m honestly the worst at getting to ships lately, but trust me I have been thinking about you and here it is—

I ship you with…

Danny ✨

I honestly struggled. Your interests screamed Sam, your music taste screamed Jake…. But to mesh the two together, I thought Danny would be a good fit ☺️

Danny would melt over your appearance. Your pouty lips and full figure 😍 He would not be able to keep his hands and eyes off of you. He’d always want to be showing you off even though he knows how reserved you can be. He would constantly compliment your natural beauty and admire the lack of make up you wear. Maybe a little mascara when you’re getting ready for an event. He’d notice immediately, telling you how it makes your eyes pop! (Danny of all the boys would love your tattoos. Grazing over them and commenting on how sexy they are 😏)

Being you are a Virgo and Danny a Capricorn, you are intensely compatible. You are both earth signs which creates for a relationship built on respect, stability, and intimacy. Danny would accept you for you and be able to support you when you are ready to come out to your family. Danny would admire your service and be so proud of your aviation career, to which Sam would geek over too!

Danny has big love for puppers so to have his own with you would fill his heart. He’d spoil them just like a kid. When he is home, he’d love to help you in the garden. Watering, trimming, and harvesting. Don’t imagine him playing around, plopping a floppy sun hat over his curls, and carrying a wicker basket to collect produce and a little bouquet for you 🌷You seem to have a good mix of educational and entertaining taste in movies, which Danny would enjoy. You’ll always keep him guessing. Also your interest in sports would trip his trigger. He’d fall so madly in love with you the first time you get talking sports.

Danny seems to have the most versatile taste in music, so anyone could bond with him over music. I can see him blaring 80s rock in his corvette while your hair blows uncontrollably in the wind! As social as Danny is, he’d appreciate staying in and soaking up the downtime he has outside of recording and touring. He’s cherish the nights you spend cuddling on the couch and having dinner in the backyard. Danny would treat you to homemade dinners all the time when he’s home. Making you all your favorites. Of course you’d indulge in them when he’s gone, but they hit different when he makes them. He’d whip up mean tacos and virgin margs! Even sporting a tiny sombrero you guys got on a trip to Mexico.

I hope you enjoyed your ship, lovely!!!! Please let me know what you think!! I always love to hear 💕

#greta van fleet #gvf #peaceful army #gvfships #greta van fleet imagine #gvf moodboard #songships #josh kiszka #josh gvf #jake kiszka #jake gvf #danny gvf #danny wagner #sam gvf #sam kiszka #dannywagnership

[cordeliaflyte]

Answer 1: I wink at Mopsie to let her know that I, too, approve of her rebellious nature.

Answer 2: I give Mopsie an admonishing look.

Answer 3: I raise one eyebrow to suggest to Rory that he ought to make less of a show of support for Mopsie in public.

#tally ho

[kelleah-meah]

General Plans for Fall 2023

Like last year, I've made plans for the fall season. Even though I've been trying to slow down and engage in slow living more, it does look like this autumn is going to be anything but boring.

So this list is great for providing a guide for what I would like to do, but it's not intended to be a comparison of what I should be expected to do. Rest and balance are always the goal now as my holistic health takes a greater priority in my life.

Just as a reminder, even though I have the rest of September, October, November and the first few weeks of December to do these, some of the stereotypical autumn activities that you might see on social media aren't on it.

For example, apple picking is no where on this list because I'm not a fan of doing labor for free and calling it "fun." I just want to eat the apples. I don't want to pick the apples. But otherwise, I think you might like most of the suggestions below.

September

Celebrate the Autumnal Equinox 🍁 ✅

Slow cook a meal in a crockpot 🍲 

Bake an apple-themed dessert (e.g., apple crisp, apple pie, apple brown betty) 🍏 ✅

Go for a bike ride in the park 🚲 ☑️

Mabon-themed tarot reading 🃏 ✅

Give myself a facial with an autumn-themed face mask 🧖🏽‍♀️ 

Work on my jigsaw puzzle 🧩

Put on some music and paint what I hear and feel 🎨

Donate clothes to a local charity, homeless shelter or refugee center 👚

Go for a walk in the park and enjoy the changing of the leaves 🍂 ☑️

Visit a coffee shop and hang out there while reading or writing 🥐

Spend a rainy day inside reading a book 📕

October

Read the poem "October" by Robert Frost 📖

Do Inktober challenge (draw, paint, or sketch every day & share it) 🖌️

Hang Halloween wreath 🥀 ✅

Put together 5 Dark Academia outfits and share them on social media 🧥

Enjoy Halloween candy without guilt 🍬 ✅

Go for a bike ride in the park 🚲

Binge-watch Penny Dreadful, Grimm, What We Do In The Shadows, or The Sandman 📺

Make my own pizza night 🍕

Make Rice Krispie treats (Don't know why, but these always feel very autumn-y to me. I think it's the marshmallows.) 🤤

Go for a walk in the park and enjoy the changing of the leaves 🍂

Attend a harvest or fall festival 🌻

Cook homemade soup 🥣

Paint my fingernails a dark color (e.g., black, blue, purple) 💅🏼

Take a road trip to Salem, MA 🚗

Visit occult / metaphysical shop ☠️

Enjoy some hot apple cider & hot apple cider donuts 🍎

Go on a guided ghost walk 👻

Try hot chocolate at 2 restaurants or cafes where I've never had it before ☕

Cook a pot of chili 🌶️

Bake bread 🍞

Wear something orange 🧡

Go stargazing 🌌

Make s’mores 😋

Watch autumn or horror-themed movies throughout the month 🎃

Dance to Allhallowtide playlist 💃

Do a Samhain-themed tarot reading 🃏

Celebrate departed loved ones, friends and family during Allhallowtide (Halloween, All Saints' Day, and the Day of the Dead or All Souls' Day)⚱️

November

Donate to a local food bank 🥫

Visit a university campus and take photos at the height of the leaves changing 📸

Spend a rainy day inside reading a book 📕

Cook homemade soup 🥣

Visit an art museum (Chagall, Paris exhibit at the Hall des Lumieres) 🖼️

Shop for Christmas gifts 🛍️

Put on my most comfy pajamas and spend the evening watching retro/classic/scary films 🎥

Cook a hearty stew and experiment with the ingredients 🍲

Bake bread 🍞

Take a long scenic drive in the countryside on a crisp, sunny day 🚙

Put on some music and paint what I hear and feel 🎨

Make s’mores 😋

Go see a play 🎭

Visit a coffee shop and hang out there while reading or writing 🥐

Volunteer for a cause or community event ⛑️

Bake an apple-themed dessert (e.g., apple crisp, apple pie, apple brown betty) 🍏

Go on a group hike 🥾

Celebrate Thanksgiving with my family 🦃

Eat popcorn while enjoying a movie (at home or at the cinema) 🍿

December

Treat myself to some new thick wool socks 🧦

Cook a pot of chili 🌶️

Bake bread 🍞

If I feel sick or under the weather, enjoy a hot toddy 🥃

Spend a rainy day inside reading a book 📕

Make Rice Krispie treats 🤤

Put on some music and paint what I hear and feel 🎨

Eat popcorn while enjoying a movie (at home or at the cinema) 🍿

#autumn #fall #fall 2023 #autumn 2023 #i love fall #i love autumn #automne #plans for the season

[ediblegardenspointloma]

In My San Diego Garden and Kitchen

At last, tomatoes. Not too many but some for salads and slicing. The black cherry tomatoes, that we call explosion tomatoes, explode with flavor when popped in your mouth.

These are my explosion tomatoes from 2014. I found some saved seed squirreled away and decided to see if it would germinate. I had given seed to Brijette at San Diego Seed Company when I first grew them. She liked the black cherry tomatoes and added them to her organic offerings.

When I grew them again from her seed they were more rounded and larger, not quite like my original explosion tomatoes. Seeds do these things. So when the first tomatoes showed themselves on my plant this summer I was pleased to see their very distinct oval shape and dark coloration—just like my 2014 explosion tomatoes.

I’m pleased with the Rosella Purple dwarf tomatoes from San Diego Seed Company. I wrote earlier about my decision to stake everything on dwarf tomatoes in Dwarf Tomatoes: Rethinking Tomatoes in the Fog Belt (Again). Despite their late planting, a cool, overcast summer and tomato hornworms, they’re giving us some tomatoes. The Chocolate Lightning dwarf plant, a later variety is yet to come.

My husband and I have traipsed to the garden a few nights to hand pick small hornworms identified with a UV flashlight. They glow in the dark adding to their weird mix of wonder and horror.

With the gifts of Sungold tomatoes and homemade sourdough bread I made Tomato Panzanella. I usually serve it over my own arugula, but it’s not the season. I should have used my French sorrel.

We feasted on the last of the Sugar Pearl corn. Though the ears were smaller in the second planting, they were still as sweet and tender as the earlier ones. Despite allowing the Emerite pole beens to set seed a mini harvest continues and most is blanched for the freezer. An updated version of three bean salad escaped photo capture.

This week’s “bouquet” is visible from my dining room window and I see the Japanese anemones dozens of times a day as I pass by. The plants came from my sister’s garden in Ventura many years ago. They were blooming on her birthday, September 9.

Check the What I’m Planting Now page as I begin soon to sow seeds for the cool season garden. Then head today to Harvest Monday, hosted by Dave at Happy Acres blog and see what garden bloggers around the world harvested last week.

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#Rosella Purple dwarf tomatoes #San Diego Seed Company #Black Cherry Tomatoes #'Sugar Pearl' White Corn #tomato panzanella

[beyond-the-mirror]

The Blue Eyed King’s Gift

Oof! After an eternity incredibly long time I’m finally back to writing! This one will be a three part fic to accompany the Fairy Tale AU one I wrote with Dante x Fem!Reader.

Can you guess which tale I got inspiration for this fic? I won’t include it in the tags for now, but as the story progresses you will start to get the idea of which tale it is.

Warnings: Slight violence against children. Don’t worry, it’s nothing too serious.

Story under the cut.

IMPORTANT EDIT: I decided to make this a four-part fic rather than a three-part, mostly because I realized that the second part may be a little too long to be included in just one chapter.

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

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Part One

"(Y/N)!! Where the fuck is my breakfast?!!"

Your father yelled from his bed chambers in such a loud volume you swore the entire house trembled in fear at his wrath. Letting out a defeated sigh, you hurried up placing all the served plates and the warm teapot on the tray before heading upstairs.

Life hadn't been easy at all for you, especially these recent years. Ever since you had memory, your father has been a cruel man to both you and your poor mother, the only reason she had ended up marrying him was because of an arrangement both their families had agreed upon. He was the sole heir of his family's fortune, but needed to marry a woman in order to keep their status unblemished. Eventually your grandparents passed away and your parents received the inheritance, the only problem they didn't take into account was their son's unmeasurable greed and hedonism. Soon enough, your father had wasted pretty much all your fortune in alcohol, unsuccessful business deals and gambling, reducing all your family's possessions to merely a modest but still pretty chateau in the countryside and a few valuables.

You still cried at the memory of your mother wilting away on her bed due to a most terrible illness, the medicines she needed to recover were far too expensive, not that the price mattered much since your father wouldn’t even bother to pay for them anyways had they been any cheaper. Alcohol and gambling were far more important for the man than his dying wife.

"Finally! I swear you're doing this on purpose." Your father scowled from his bed as you placed the food tray on his bedside table. "Do you wish for your own father to starve to death? Talk about an ungrateful child. Get out of my sight already!"

You only resigned to silently nod before leaving, the harsh words from your father never failed to hurt you deeply, cutting down your heart so much you weren't able to mutter a single word to him.

A few tears threatened to escape, but you forced them down. A new day full of possibilities was right before you, so you wasted no time in collecting some of the many fruits and vegetables you grew by yourself in your own garden. This year had brought an exceptional harvest, your crops would certainly make a great profit at the town's market.

Unlike your father, the townspeople respected you and treated you with utmost kindness. Often would they offer their help knowing your situation, something that you would forever be grateful for. You promised to yourself that one day, shall your economy ever recover that is, you would repay them to the last penny for their unwavering support.

After another successful day at the town market you decided to return home, all your produce sold out and now replaced by a small satchel of silver coins, some of them spent in meat, spices and bread for cooking meals at home.

It was a simple life, but you were happy with what little you had. Now if only your father weren't so cruel and abusive...

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"C'mon V! Let's explore over here!"

You were in the kitchen when a soft giddy voice in the distance caught your attention.

"Wait Nero! I don't think it's a good idea to stray further. What if Father becomes worried?" A second voice answered back.

Peering out the window, you noticed two little children playing not too far from your chateau's front yard. Both had pristine white hair, one of them seemed to carry a black kitten in his arms while a blue bird was perched on his shoulder. It was a rather endearing sight and an odd one too since they weren't familiar to you at all, not many people lived in the countryside area you resided in. Perhaps a family recently moved nearby without you noticing.

"Don't worry V, after all he sent Griffon and Shadow here to look after us. Look brother," One of them pointed at your residence with the small wooden sword in his hands. "I found a tiny castle!"

"Whoa, what a lovely house! Do you think a tiny princess lives there too?" The other brother pointed out. You couldn't help but giggle at their adorable antics as they approached your yard.

Reaching for some of the pastries you had bought earlier, you decided to grab a few to give to the brothers. You were about to reach for the back door when-

"GET OUT OF MY PROPERTY YOU BRATS!!"

As soon as you stepped out, you witnessed your father in a very drunken state harassing the poor children. "I SAID GET LOST NOW!!!"

You watched in absolute horror how he harshly grabbed one of the kids by his arm before throwing him to the ground, prompting his brother to wield his toy sword in an attempt to defend him, but ultimately failing as he was backhanded so roughly he too fell to the ground.

"NO! FATHER STOP!" You immediately sprinted to them, basically throwing yourself over harm's way as you shielded the children, pulling them away from your father's relentless attacks. Even the black cat and the blue bird that accompanied the kids had started attacking him, effectively helping you keeping the man at bay as you hugged the kids protectively.

"Damn animals, GET AWAY FROM ME!" The man struggled and flailed against the bird and the cat, missing every strike as he was too drunk and unfocused for their agility.

"Please father, you're completely inebriated and you will only hurt yourself and others. Just go back to the house, please?" You implored doing, your best to calm him down until he finally relented.

"Fine. Food better be ready soon though or you're sleeping outside tonight." His words came out slurred as he stumbled back inside.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you turned to the young twins in your arms, kneeling down before them to check for any wounds they may have gotten. The poor little ones were crying, a few bruises and cuts on their knees and faces.

"It's okay little ones, the bad man is already gone." Gently wiping their tears away, you comforted them until they calmed down. "Are you alright?"

"I-I think so... How about you V?"

"I... I’m fine. That man was so scary though."

A sigh of relief escaped you as you determined all the wounds were minor and merely superficial, nothing you couldn’t handle quickly.

"I'm truly sorry for what happened. Please come inside, let's get your wounds treated."

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“Much better now, isn’t it?”

It didn’t take long for you to finish cleaning and disinfecting the boys’ wounds. Luckily yout homemade medicinal balm was already working wonders, their skin already healing considerably.

“Here! A gift for being the bravest boys in the world.” You handed each one the pastries from before. The brothers’ eyes began sparkling at the sweet treats before them, they didn’t hesitate for a second before grabbing them and taking a bite.

“Thank you so much lady (Y/N)! These are so delicious!” they happily ate their pastries, even sharing a bit for their company animals too.

“I’m glad you like them. And you don’t need to call me lady by the way, just (Y/N) is fine. May I know your names too?”

“I’m Nero!” The twin with short hair and blue eyes answered.

“My name is Vitale, or V if you prefer.” The twin with shoulder-length hair and green eyes replied. “Oh! And these are our friends Griffon and Shadow!” V hugged Shadow close to his chest while Griffon perched himself on Nero’s shoulder.

“A pleasure meeting you four! Does your family live nearby by the way?”

Nero nodded as he kept chewing on his pastry. “Our house is just north from here actually, but Papa doesn’t let us go out often.”

Oh?

“And why is that?”

“Well...” V started, looking a bit down. “Father is very protective of us, that’s why he only lets us play outside as long as we stay close to the house. But today we tried convincing him to let us go explore a little bit farther, it was difficult but he finally agreed as long as we promised we would be alright...”

“I really hope he doesn’t get mad at us after he finds out what happened.” Nero added worryingly. Their saddened eyes really plucked at your heartstrings.

You knelt down so you could look at them in the eyes. “Don’t worry my children. How about I write a note to your father explaining the situation? I’m not sure if this would help much, but at least he would know he has my word that no harm will come to you. And if that doesn’t work, I could always go and meet him personally to get to an agreement.”

“You would really do that for us?” They looked at you expectantly, and when you nodded your answer, their faces lit up in so much joy that they unexpectedly enveloped you in a hug. You chuckled before wrapping your arms around them, returning the hug.

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Since the brothers wanted to continue playing, you allowed the children to stay for a few more hours while you finished cooking. You let them keep playing in your garden, a place where you knew your father wouldn’t spot them and risk another scene like the one before.

Politely excusing yourself to your little guests before leaving to deliver your father’s meal. Luckily this time he received his food without saying much of a word, a very welcomed improvement from this morning’s rant.

As you returned to your guests, you noticed they were looking at you in concern.

“(Y/N), is that man really... your father?

“Yes, he is. Why the question?”

The glanced at each other briefly before V continued “Why did he treat you like that? I thought fathers were supposed to love their daughters...”

To say the question took you a bit by surprise would have been a underestimation. You simply sat down at one of the wooden benches, not knowing exactly what to say.

The brothers sat down next to you, each one by your sides.

You fumbled with your words, tears already pricking your eyes before you managed to control them.

“I know he is not exactly a good man, he made many mistakes in the past that cost our family so much… But, despite everything, he is still my father. Maybe I’m wrong, but I want to think he still has a good heart deep inside. That’s why I can’t give up on him. I stay with him in hope that one day he would finally change for the better.”

You forced a smile so you wouldn’t make the children worry anymore about you, and yet they managed to see through your façade. Their little arms wrapped around your waist and hugged you, an attempt to give you some comfort for the pain you were going through daily.

A warmth unlike no other enveloped your entire self, maybe it was cuteness of the situation or the great empathy of this wonderful children felt for you, but it felt so soothing how peace seemed to overtake you at the moment.

It was strange, yet so familiar. Like a distant memory of better days gone by.

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The sun was about to set in a few hours, so you decided it was time for the children to head back home before it became dark.

As you had promised the brothers, you wrote a note for their father apologizing for the incident that happened and gave it to Nero. You also packed a few slices of fruit in a pouch for them to snack on during their trip back home.

“Um (Y/N)... can we come to your house to play again some time?” V asked in a shy voice. Both he and Nero had so much fun playing and staying with you, for them it felt that they had genuinely met a new friend that day.

“Of course little ones. You can come here and play whenever you want, as long as your father agrees to.” You ruffled their pretty little heads, making the brothers giggle.

“We promise to visit as often as we can! Right V?”

The younger one nodded his head enthusiastically.

And so, Nero and V departed. It was odd, how the chateau felt a hundred times emptier without them despite just meeting them earlier.

They were both so sweet and innocent, you just hoped their father wouldn’t get angry after reading your short letter. It would be a shame if the boys got punished for something that wasn’t their fault.

Going back into the kitchen, you cleaned a bit before tending to the plants at your garden, wondering if your new friends would soon brighten your day again with their presence

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At the throne of a majestic palace, an all-seeing orb conjured at his hand, a demon king watched over his two sons.

The day they were born, he vowed to The Creator above that he would always protect them, even if that meant giving up his own life, he would gladly pay the price if it guaranteed they would keep living theirs in peace.

His kingdom may not be a vast one, completely isolated from others, but the land was prosperous and peace reigned over everyone. The king knew his sons would grow safe and sound behind the powerful barrier that surrounded the kingdom, but he couldn’t help a small seed of doubt that gnawed at his chest.

He feared for the day curiosity would awake in the hearts of his twins. They would want to know everything about the outside world, their innocent minds not knowing how cruel and dangerous it could be. The king often taught them of the outside world through the many books and scripts in the royal library, but he was afraid that would not be enough for his children.

So when that morning they had insisted of going beyond the barrier, no matter how much he had prepared himself mentally for this moment, his heart still ached with worry.

But he wouldn’t take their freedom away. Doing so is one of the most horrifying acts one could bestow upon another.

So the king allowed them to venture beyond their home. He had to let them fly, not clip their beautiful wings.

However, as much as he wanted to trust his sons, his concerns were bigger. He tasked two servants to keep them company, knowing that their eyes would keep guard on them. Using his demonic power, he summoned an oracle that would let him watch over them from his throne.

He watched as they approached a small chateau outside the forest, they were happy and playing along the way which brought a smile to his usually stoic face.

That contentment was gone in an instant.

A drunk man stepped out of the house and attacked his sons, scaring them and making them cry.

The king immediately stood from his throne, his fists tightly clenched as his eyes filled with immeasurable wrath and ire. He was about to unsheath his own sword to open a portal and go there, ready to end the miserable man’s life, when another figure ran into the scene. A woman who shielded his sons from the attacking man.

And when he finally managed to look at her face, he froze, almost dropping the sword in his hand.

For she looked exactly like-

… No. It couldn’t be her.

And yet there was a tenderness in the way she treated them. The way her soft hands cleaned the boys’ tears and kindly healed their wounds. The way she offered them a few pastries with a sweet smile in her face and warm light in her eyes. It was rather endearing, how this woman gained his sons’ trust in just a few minutes.

Releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the king sat down at the throne once again, attentive to what the oracle revealed to his eyes.

Maybe the outside world wasn’t so dangerous after all.

#devil may cry #fairy tale au #Vergil Sparda #vergil x reader #vergil x you #reader insert #fanfiction

[homemadehorrors]

Please settle this issue for us: Candy corn, or halloween toffee??? Both will be in the shop thurs. at noon est!

#art doll #halloween #halloween candy #hyena #skull #skeleton #spooky season #plush #ooak #handmade #wormsandbones #homemade horrors #homemade horrors harvest

[poltergeist-the-anti]

Usually i just rb my popular halloween safety guild but with this year being shit i want to let you know how to stay safe and some fun activities to do,

If your town has canceled trick or treating do not still try to go out, if your town still has trick or treating on top of reading my old post make sure you wear your face mask or if your wearing fx makeup or your costume mask is too big wear a face shield over it, wear rubber/latex gloves since god knows if anyone else handing out candy or grabbing candy isnt washing their hands and if you want to still show off nails decorate fakes and glue them to the glove tips, do not eat anything unless from a home you can trust is 100% healthy without sanitizing the wrapper first, no homemade goodies unless you know the people involved are safe, do not join up with randon groups especially if no one is wearing a mask, carry and use hand sanitizer if gloves wont work, and make sure to keep space inbetween you and others going door to door, and unless you know them do not get physically close to any babies you meet not only because of covid but its flu season and little guys immune systems are garbage, if your handing out goodies this year use a marker leading to your door or take one bucket of social distancing distances so only a small amount of kids come to your door at a time, WEAR YOUR MASK AND GLOVES and please follow the baby rule of dont get close to the barbaloots, wipe your door knob regularly through out the night and keep and animals and young children inside just incase, clean everything at the end of the night

For fun things to do instead get a pumpkin treat and bing watch old halloween episodes of disney/nickelodeon/cartoon network shows or your favourite horror movies, epicgamestore has free horror games right now if possible get some snacks and game out for the night, bing read/watch your favourite horror youtube or podcast who cares if you know each episode? Thats what nostalgia if for, or start a new horror channel or podcast, bake some spooky treats and spend the night watching themed movies (like for a ghost theme casper, beetlejuice, the grudge..ect.) make art projects you dont usually habe time for and listen to spooky music, have a zoom/discord party where you and friends dress up and play a game together like among us or phantasmophobia, if you really wanted to you could even just watch hallmarks xmas movie marathon with a hot drink and set up any xmas tree you have or get started on any doy gifts your making, bing watch a childhood favourite series you usually forget about or think its just for kids, Halloween is about respecting the dead and the harvest so how ever you want to safely and legally celebrate dont let anyone stop you even if its just dressing up in your house alone or using precautions to trick or treat have fun but for fucking fucks sakes WEAR YOUR MASK AND SANITIZE YOUR HANDS AND ANY TREATS YOU GET BEFORE EATING

Happy halloween 2020 hopefully next year is better

And original post with safety tips is here!

#halloween #safety guild #wear your mask #long post

[broomsandbrews]

The Beauty of Seasons Through my Eyes

I wake up on a hot Summer morning to the sound of the birds singing. There are just a few bubbly clouds in the bright blue sky, announcing a lovely day. I spot a butterfly. I think it's a Monarch. Funny how butterflies can't see their wings and see how beautiful they are, but yet others can. I guess we, as people, are a little like that too. I now walk to the kitchen and make some homemade iced tea with fresh lemons, adding some honey for a touch of sweetness. The sun is shining through the window, forming a pool of golden light on the hardwood floor. I do my laundry and hang my clothes on the clothing line, a warm breeze caresses my cheeks. The cotton sheets are swaying in the air; they will smell so good when they're dry. I love that linen, clean smell. The sound of the leaves rustling in the wind is delightful, as well as the calm and gentle ringing noise the wind chimes are making. I do a bit of cleaning, let the animals out so they can run in the field, and go check on my garden. I water the crops and notice they will be ready for harvest soon. I visit my barn and do some early morning chores. I then decide to get inside my greenhouse, where I tend to my plants and fresh culinary herbs. Some will pair gorgeously with today's recipe. I release a lady bug as I think that tonight will be a perfect night to light a bonfire and make some S'mores. I'll sit on a blanket under the mystical moon and the stars, sing and play guitar as I watch the embers glow. All is well. I feel peaceful.

I wake up on a cozy Fall morning and hear the sound of the rain hitting the window as well as the low rumbling of thunder. I get up, and since it's a bit chilly, I put on a knitted sweater, fuzzy socks and light some candles. I turn on an old 80's horror movie; they're my favorite. After it is over, I burn some Sandalwood incense and cleanse my crystals with the smoke. It's almost Samhain. My ultimate favorite Holiday. I put up pictures of loved ones and pets that have passed away and put them on the mantelpiece. They never really leave us, do they? I pour myself some spiced apple cider while I meditate. Then, I open the door; it's still raining, but the air is crisp and cool. I see there's a few carved pumpkins on the patio, and a bunch of Halloween decorations. Ghouls, skeletons, ghosts, witches, you name it. The trees have turned from green, to yellow, to orange, to red, a symphony of colors. I read somewhere that "Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go." I like that quote. I like it a lot. My heart starts racing as I think about going apple picking in my own backyard; Cortlands, Granny Smiths, Golden Delicious...I'm contemplating the many pies I'll be able to make with all this delectable goodness when it stops raining. Fast forward to now, it is time to go pick some tart, wild cranberries. I will also go forage edible mushrooms in the woods later, to put in my spaghetti squash dish. I can't wait to feel the crunching of the autumn leaves under my boots. I feel magical.

I wake up on a cold Winter morning and realize there's a blizzard outside. The first real snowfall of the year. There are icicles hanging from the window sill. The visibility is low, but some snowflakes are sticking to the glass; they are all unique in themselves. We should all be like the snow and beautify everything we touch. With gentleness. With kindness. With resilience. With fierceness. All I can hear are the strong gusts and howling of the arctic winds, but apart from that, everything is quiet. I suddenly get excited for Christmas, I take out some traditional decorations and dress our entire home in Holiday and Yule spirit while sipping on candy cane flavored hot chocolate and listening to old Christmas classics. I’m ecstatic to put up my Christmas tree and start decorating it with fairy lights, garlands and festive ornaments. I put chopped firewood in the fireplace and light it up; a nice, toasty feeling envelops me as I snuggle and curl up in a fluffy blanket by the flames; they're almost as warm as my heart. I take a break, write in my Book of Shadows, documenting some new spells I invented. I re-read the Harry Potter series happily until it's time for dinner. I wanna make something hearty, maybe a vegetable soup, a stew, or some pork roast, perhaps? I also bake some sugar and chocolate chip cookies in the oven, waiting for the rich and sweet aroma to fill up the cabin. I bundle up. Hat, mittens, scarf, snow pants, winter jacket and I turn into a child as I go outside and decide to make snow angels and build snowmen. Memories of childhood flood through me. My cheeks are rosy. I feel nostalgic.

I wake up on a mild Spring morning. The first thing I do is tie my hair in a high ponytail and go for a hike; the snow is starting to melt. The delicate sound of water trickling and flowing freely on the ground tickles my ears. It's like hearing a sweet, comforting song. I take a deep breath of fresh air; there is definitely a feeling of playfulness, but also revival in the air. Wildlife is not quite awake, yet, but everything slowly starts to come back to life, foreshadowing and promising the coming of warm days ahead. The flowers and branches will surely bloom in a short time. The earth scents the air with its fragrance; soon the grass will sprout, drink the rain and color the ground in its new growth, evergreen. The flowers will soon reappear; they are a reminder that everything and everyone grows at its own pace and that there is nothing wrong with it. The winds are now picking up and a wild thought crosses my mind; maybe I should fly a kite or be creative and paint, write or draw. When I get back home, exhausted but joyful, I do some light spring cleaning, and hang some bird feeders outside on the porch. I notice a few flies are starting to buzz about. I start gathering the seeds I have ordered a few weeks back, and plan out my garden. I take a trip to the nearest sugar shack and enjoy some maple toffee. It is a period of starting over. Spirits are lifted. As we see nature being transformed, let's not forget that we are being transformed, too. I feel infinite.

An original work by: @broomsandbrews​.

#nature #poem #short story #writing #author #my work #creativity #seasons #fall #winter #spring #summer #wheel of the year #ostara #yule #imbolc #samhain #lughnasadh #litha #beltane #mabon #witchcraft #witchblr #witch community #green witch #kitchen witch #nature child #traditional witchcraft #witches #witch

[freudensteins-monster]

The Governess and the Liesmith - Chapter Four

FIC SUMMARY: Sigyn finds herself accepting the position of governess to Prince Loki’s children. She quickly endears herself to them, despite her firm hand, but the closeness and trust she worked so hard for is threatened by the return of the children’s notoriously absent father. RATING: T AUTHORS NOTES: This is the last completed chapter I have and I can't possibly say when the next one will be ready (considering it took me four years to get to this point). If you have any thoughts on what you'd like to see (other than Loki at some point :P), things you'd like Sigyn and the children to do etc, feel free to add them in the comments. Who knows, they might inspire me to be to churn out a few new paragraphs ;) Thanks for the love and the continued support xoxox

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Sigyn heard the children long before she saw them, the group babbling excitedly to each other as they made their way into the nursery. Queen Frigga followed, smiling to herself as her grandchildren immediately made the most of their free time. For Einmyria and Jörmungandr it meant jumping onto their respective beds with a new book on seiðr brought back from their lessons, for the other children it meant playing with dolls and building blocks and, in Eisa’s case, trying to set them on fire without anyone noticing. A raised eyebrow and a stern look from both Sigyn and Queen Frigga stopped her cold but Sigyn knew perfectly well which of the older women her new charge was showing deference to.

“The uniform fits well, I take it,” Queen Frigga noted happily as she gave Sigyn a once over.

“Yes, it fits perfectly, your majesty. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, though I still think I should be thanking you,” she said, her eyes moving over her assembled grandchildren. “It’s no easy task I have assigned you.”

“Perhaps not,” Sigyn conceded. “But I will endeavour to take care of them to the best of my abilities. Whether they like it or not,” she added under her breath, earning an unladylike snort of laughter from her queen.

“I wish you the best of luck,” the queen said before stepping forward to say goodnight to the children. “Please be good for Sigyn,” she added sternly before taking her leave.

Left alone with her new charges, Sigyn did her best to ignore her nerves as she wandered about the room attempting to engage the children in casual conversation hoping to learn more about them. Eisa, Hela, and Fenrir were building a tower out of blocks - a grand castle in their minds, and were playing out mock battles and daring rescues with their toys. Eisa always played the queen (or the enchantress, or the poor scullery maid who was really a princess), Fenrir always played the brave hero (who always had a loyal warwolf at his side), and Hela always played the evil monster who was secretly good (or cursed, or just scared of the hero). She asked Jörmungandr and Einmyria about the books they were reading and the things they learnt with their grandmother, and while Jörmungandr all but ignored her questions claiming she wouldn’t understand, Einmyria became almost as animated as her sister as she recalled the new spell she had learnt and talked at length about the famous witch in her book.

Their conversation had to be tabled when six bells chimed throughout the wing, signaling the arrival of children’s dinner. With slightly less grumbling than there had been at lunch Sigyn managed to get the children to wash up and seated just as the kitchen maids had finished setting the table.

Sigyn thanked the maids as they headed for the door, and after she pointedly cleared her throat at her charges they followed her example. “Thank you!”

The meal was more or less as chaotic as dinner with her own siblings and made Sigyn terribly homesick. If she had known when she had left that morning that she wasn’t going to be returning she would have hugged them all so tightly before she left. With a soft sigh she shook off her feelings of nostalgia and focused on her charges as she made short work of her own meal.

By the time Sigyn had set down her cutlery the children had all but finished too. Fenrir had licked his own plate clean and was now finishing off the meat that Einmyria had pushed to the side of her plate, Eisa had made a paste out of her roasted pumpkin but Sigyn suspected she hadn’t eaten a bite of it, and Hela was grimacing as she bravely tried to finish her green beans.

“All done?” Sigyn asked, putting poor Hela out of her misery. “Then I think it’s bathtime.”

Thirty minutes later five squeaky clean children and one drowned rat of a governess exited the bathroom.

Sigyn instigated quiet time to run out the clock before bedtime. Einmyria and Jörmungandr returned to their books while Eisa and Fenrir huddled on the floor between their two beds with their toys. Hela tugged on Sigyn’s skirts, leading her over to her bed. Sigyn helped the girl up onto her bed and helped her get comfy. Hela patted a space next to her encouraging Sigyn to take a seat next to her. Before Sigyn could ask her what she wanted Hela pulled a well worn book of fairy tales out from under her pillow.

“Would you read me a story?” Hela asked.

Sigyn took the children’s storybook in hand, tentatively opening it to the first page, her eyes stumbling over the title.

“I’m afraid I don’t know my letters very well,” Sigyn confessed quietly, her body tensing as she felt five pairs of eyes staring back at her.

“You can’t read?” Einmyria exclaimed in utter horror, hugging her own book tightly.

“What did you expect?” Jörmungandr snorted. “She’s just a stupid farm girl.”

“I am not stupid,” Sigyn replied coldly. “I know how to shoe a horse, milk a cow, mend clothes, and plow a field. I know when to plant seeds and when to harvest crops. I can hunt game and prepare it for eating. I know how to make bread, cheese, stews, and dozens of other things. Just because I didn’t read about such things in books does not make me stupid.”

Jörmungandr broke eye contact first, burying his nose in his own book. The heavy silence that followed was broken by a curious Fenrir.

"You can really hunt game?"

"Trapping rabbits mostly. Sometimes pheasants.”

"Fenrir caught a rabbit once in wolf form. And ate it raw," Einmyria shook her head in disgust.

"I didn't mean to," Fenrir whined. "It made me sick for a week."

"Well, perhaps next time, once you've caught the rabbit you should turn back into a boy and cook it first."

"You know how to cook rabbit?"

"Of course."

“Can you make biscuits?”

Sigyn had to stifle a laugh. “Of course. I like making ginger snap cookies, but my favourite thing to make is a steamed pudding with homemade raspberry jam.”

“Now I’m hungry again,” Fenrir huffed, burrowing into his blankets.

Sigyn did laugh then but settled down when a small hand touched hers.

“I could read it to you, if you want?” Hela offered nervously, unable to meet Sigyn’s eyes, her fingers picking at the worn edges of the much loved book.

“I would like that very much,” Sigyn replied earnestly, her smile growing wider as Hela moved to give Sigyn space on her bed. “What is the book called?”

“East of the Sun and West of the Moon,” Hela recited slowly, following the words with a small finger as she read them out. She turned the page and pointed to the first sentence. “Do you know what that says?”

“Those words I know,” Sigyn smiled. “Once upon a time.”

Hela nodded in agreement before repeating them and then reading aloud until her eyes grew heavy towards the end of the first chapter. Eight bells chimed and Sigyn marked the page with a ribbon, and Hela was asleep before Sigyn had put the book away. Sigyn tucked her in and then went around the room securing the windows, dimming the lights, tucking the rest of the children in and prying books from more stubborn hands.

“It’s past eight bells, Jörmungandr. Time for bed.”

“I’m not tired,” he grumbled petulantly.

“But you will be tomorrow if you don’t go to sleep now,” Sigyn countered, waiting patiently by his bed until he handed over the heavy book with a long title Sigyn wasn’t even going to attempt to read. “Goodnight,” she said as she exited the room earning a few sleepy ‘goodnights’ and one angry huff in return.

Sigyn closed the nursery doors and then moved to the main doors. There was no lock or barring mechanism that she could see so instead she pulled the doors open and stuck her head out.

“Yes, miss?” an older guard stationed outside the door queried.

“Do they not secure the nursery doors at night?”

“No need, miss. It’s the most secure wing of the castle and only guards handpicked by Odin himself are stationed outside the royal bedchambers at night.”

“Only the most loyal and trustworthy, I take it.”

“Naturally, miss.”

“You can call me Sigyn. And your name would be?”

“Amund, Miss Sigyn,” he teased. “Gunnarr and I are on night duty this month,” he added, nodding to the younger, more serious guard stationed across the way.

“Well met,” Sigyn greeted before turning back to Amund. “The children are abed and I will be turning in shortly as well. You are not to permit entry to anyone until morning.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Miss Sigyn.”

“Goodnight,” Sigyn smiled and pulled the doors closed, checking the nursery door one last time before retreating to her own room. She undressed and hung up her uniform to dry, changing into an old nightgown from home. It was soft in a way that only a garment worn every night for a year could be but it still could not compare to the silky softness of the sheets on her new bed. Sigyn rested her head on the plump pillow and was asleep in seconds.

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Hello everyone! We are BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!

It is that time again! Time for the monthly roundup for July and to look ahead to what’s coming up in August! 

So y’all buckle up! We will start with those fics and art that dropped in July, then highlight the MC’s that updated in July. We will end the post with what we have to look forward to for the rest of the event! We had some INCREDIBLE fics and art drop in July and we have a lot more to look forward to in August! Make sure and let the authors and artists know how much you’re enjoying their hard work!!! So without further ado, HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it.

@snowbellewells started us off this month with Face to Face in the Broad Daylight, a sequel to her CSSNS submission from last year, Run to Me (In the Dead of Night). Beautiful artwork by @branlovestowrite! Rated T with 4 chapters so far.

@thejollyroger-writer gave us Love After Death: The Afterlife Hotel. A one shot and a bit of a different take on the soulmate trope with absolutely perfect artwork by @captainsjedi.

Emma Swan has spent sixty years in the afterlife believing she was never going to meet her real soulmate, after believing in the wrong name tattooed on her wrist. But when she keeps seeing the same new guest of the Afterlife Hotel around, might she be able to learn how to love again? Rated T

@gingerchangeling presented us with Luck of the Irish with lovely artwork by @resident-of-storybrooke

Emma needs parent volunteer hours. So she offers to chaperon Henry's upcoming field trip to the museum. Its just a pack of prepubescent angst ridden children, an exhibit about dead people, and a rock used in blood sacrifices with a curse carved into it. What's the worst that could happen? Rated M with 1 chapter so far.

@jarienn972 gave us A Simple Spell with beautiful artwork by @cocohook38

This story is my entry into the 2019 Captain Swan Supernatural Summer event and is my first venture into AU territory. Storybrooke remains our setting but I've switched up some of the characters and familial relations to better suit this tale of prodigal witch Emma who returns to her birthplace to learn lots of secrets about herself and cast a spell that could change everything. Rated T with 3 chapters so far.

@profdanglaisstuff presented us with The Very Witching Time with incredible  artwork by @gingerchangeling and extra artwork by @mariakov81.

Emma Swan is a hereditary witch, last in a long line of wise women who for centuries have guarded the coast of Maine and the small village of Storybrooke with their homemade cures and their ancient magic. She holds the delicate balance between magic and mundane, but now that balance is threatened by a new foe, one capable of bringing an end to everything Emma is and everything she loves. To defeat it she will need all her power, help from her friends and neighbours, and the loyalty of a very unusual dog who answers to the name of Killian. Rated M with 3 of 4 chapters so far.

@searchingwardrobes gave us An Education in Southern Gothic with some seriously spooky artwork by @hollyethecurious

Fact: there’s a graveyard between the football field and the science building. Debatable: a ghost haunts the halls of Misthaven Hills High. Emma Swan is about to get an education. Killian Jones is about to get a whole lot more. Rated T COMPLETE

@spartanguard presented us with Sick of Love with lovely artwork by @sherlockianwhovian

If Emma’s not careful, she just might bump into her soulmate. Physically. And while she might like the idea of what comes with that—an almost psychic connection whenever they make skin contact—she’d rather not deal with the awful withdrawal sickness that can come when they inevitably leave her; she’s got a son, so she doesn’t have time for that. So she keeps herself covered and thinks she’ll be okay. Until she meets Killian, who does the same thing. Will their barriers protect them, or just hurt them more? Rated M with 2 of 3 chapters so far.

@snidgetsafan gave us Whom the Gods Love Die Young with beautiful artwork by @tennant-the-tigger

The bride bit into the shiny red apple as everyone cheered around her, the wedding ceremony ending with this ritual gesture. The clapping and hurrahs soon turned to screams of horror as Snow dropped the apple, choking and clutching her throat as she fell in her groom’s arms, a last I love you leaving her lips before she died, David’s screams the loudest of all.

David and Emma travel to the Underworld to claim back Snow after her untimely death. In order to do so, they're going to have to face the dark and mysterious God of the Underworld and complete his challenges.

Seems simple enough until you add magic, divine quarrels, and the worst thing of all: feelings. Rated G (for the moment) with one chapter so far

@snowbellewells gave us a second fic this month as well! A Story Told at Last with gorgeous artwork by @branlovestowrite

Historical Literature Professor Henry Mills has the chance of a lifetime before him. He might finally uncover the truth of a folktale that has intrigued him for years. But, when the whole story comes to light, will he be able to accept the story that needs to be told? Rated T with a prologue so far and two parts yet to come.

@thejollyroger-writer gifted us a second fic this month too! What Happened in Berkshire. Artwork coming soon by @captainsjedi.

When Emma’s boyfriend leaves her for the woman he’s been cheating with, she accepts an offer from her hospital to move to England. While she is out celebrating her thirtieth birthday with her friends before they head back to America, she drunkenly kisses the statue of Captain Hook in front of Eton College, and he comes to life. Together, he and Emma try to figure out what this curse means for them by searching for the witch that cursed him in the first place — are they really True Love, as he wants to believe they are, or did Emma’s magic go awry? Rated G with one chapter so far. Part 2 coming soon.

We also had original art drop from @eastwesthomeisbest called The Love of the Samodiva Pts1 and 2.

In Bulgarian folklore Samodiva is an ethereal female wood nymph. She is unearthly beautiful and eternally young. Her hair is blond and long, her waist is thin and petite, her eyes can bewitch and dazzle or even kill. Any man who lays eyes on her instantly falls in love. Samodivas’ attire consists of long white gowns and shirts and a rainbow-coloured or green belt. They have a white mantel, also called a shadow, in which their power lies. They like to ride deer, using twisted snakes for reins and often carry with them bows and arrows.

If a huntsman accidentally kills a samodiva’s deer, she will make him blind or give him a disease which will inevitably lead to his death.

The wood nymphs live in dark forests, in big old trees, caves or forgotten huts which are near water sources, wells or rivers.

Samodivas can be spotted from spring to autumn. In winter they live in the mythical village Zmeykovo, which is located at the edge of the world and is a home to many mythical creatures. When they are on earth they are active at night and disappear immediately when the sun comes out, because they fear it.

At twilight, the samodivas go to fresh water sources, strip naked, wash themselves and their clothes which they lay out to dry in the moonlight. They keep a watchful eye on their drying clothes, because if a man steals their mantle, where their power lies, they turn into normal women and have to obey the man. After washing themselves and their clothes, the samodivas gather around and start singing and dancing. It is known that the samodiva’s songs are the most beautiful and their dances are the most graceful. If a late traveller sees the samodivas’ dance, he is enticed to join them and dances with them from midnight to dawn. When the sun’s rays appear, the nymphs disappear in haste and leave the traveller to die from exhaustion. The samodivas love music and often kidnap shepherds, so that they can play kaval (shepherd’s pipe) for them while they dance.

Samodivas are not always harmful. Sometimes they appear like normal working women and help with the harvest. They would especially help women with children. If a man does something good for a samodiva, she becomes his patron or a sworn sister. Sometimes, a samodiva can fall in love with a human and bear him children, who grow up to be great heroes.

Samodivas are forest creatures and therefore knowledgeable about herbs and cures. However, they never share their secrets willingly. The only way to obtain their knowledge is to eavesdrop on one of their gatherings.

As you can see, we’ve had wonderful fics and art drop this month! And we also had several fics from June update, and also 2 fics from last years event!!!

@welllpthisishappening updated All Was Golden in the Sky many times! The story is complete and she updates regularly on Tuesday and Friday. We are about a third of the way through the entire fic. Ch 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Artwork by @resident-of-storybrooke and chapter art 1 2 4 5 6 7 8 9  by @distant-rose 

@let-it-raines had been updating Not Your (Soul)Mate chs 4 5 6 7 8 with artwork 1 2 3 by @captainsjedi.

@darkcolinodonorgasm updated One Day for us ch2 with gorgeous artwork by @sherlockianwhovian

Our two updated fics from last years event come to us courtesy of @kymbersmith-90 Divine Intervention ch7 with artwork by @hollyethecurious 

and 

@seriouslyhooked Lost Souls and Reveries ch19 with artwork by @shipsxahoy.

So that is all the fics and art that dropped or updated last month! And now, let’s look ahead to what we have to look forward to for the rest of the event!

Tomorrow @courtorderedcake will be dropping her first fic for the event Hallow with accompanying artwork. Her second fic, Roses will drop on Aug. 24 with artwork by @eastwesthomeisbest.

@searchingwardrobes will be dropping a Cupid and Psyche AU on Aug. 6, Until the Day Breaks and the Shadows Flee. Artwork by @hollyethecurious.

@ilovemesomekillianjones will be dropping a soulmate AU on Aug. 8. Artwork by @spartanguard.

@pirateherokillian will be dropping a modern day gods AU on Aug. 15. Artwork by @tennant-the-tigger.

@thejollyroger-writer will be dropping a THIRD one shot for us on Aug. 18. Artwork by @captainsjedi.

@wyntereyez will be dropping a werewolf Killian fic on Aug. 20. Artwork by @gingerchangeling.

@kymbersmith-90 will be dropping her fic on Aug 22. Artwork by @resident-of-storybrooke.

@whimsicallyenchantedrose will be dropping a Lord of the Rings inspired AU on Aug. 27. Artwork by @clockadile.

@lizzyc807shipscaptainswan will be dropping a vampire guardian angel fic on Aug. 29. Artwork by @courtorderedcake.

@teamhook will be closing out the event with her fic dropping on Sept. 2 Artwork by @hollyethecurious.

Ohhhh my WORD!!! Do we have some good stuff coming up!!!! I can’t wait for all this!!!! And of course, our other WIP’s will continue to update as well! Make sure that you let the authors and artists know how much you are enjoying their work! Sometimes it’s exactly that that keeps them motivated and posting! I’ll see you back here in a little over a month for the event roundup with links to everything that’s been posted since we started in June! Until then y’all!

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