#maja wander

[majasartchamber]

by Maja Pučko  🧭

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#art #artist #artwork #artists of tumblr #maja pučko #maja pucko #wander art #magical art #dreamy art #cottage core #cottagecore #wander #boho #myart #my art #illustration artist

[cemeterything]

i feel like your ocs would have amazing aita posts

oh definitely. in fact here's a sample for you.

Annie: "AITA for constructing a moral framework based on my belief that I am a character in a cosmic horror setting where my knowledge of the horrors makes me a target and thus I must do whatever it takes to survive (NOTE: I have justified the ruination of the lives of hundreds of people thanks to this worldview, but in my defence most of them had the potential to kill me even if they weren't actively trying to do so)"

also "WIBTA if I were to wander the earth leaving a trail of destruction in my wake until someone puts me out of my misery because my boyfriend died"

Lincoln: "AITA for continuing to pursue my passion of making music even though it compels people to kill each other (btw my new album is now available for pre-order!)"

Samara: "AITA for helming a highly dangerous expedition to the Arctic despite my lack of experience in this regard in order to prove to my father that I'm worthy of inheriting his company"

Nicky: "AITA for becoming a tool of the state in the fight to prevent angels and demons from abusing or destroying humanity for extremely personal revenge quest reasons (I do torture people for information as part of my job)"

Eddie: "AITA for placing myself intentionally in high-risk situations to spite my overbearing sister (regardless of your verdict I will be continuing)"

Logan: "AITA for tying my loyalty to whoever I perceive to be the most capable of protecting me from harm at any given time and doing whatever they ask of me unconditionally"

Fen: "AITA for letting people drown if they don't pay me to ferry them across the marshland which I am a physical manifestation of"

The Radio Host: actually i'm not even gonna try to write one for him he's a genocidal dictator who wants to turn the universe into its personal surveillance state

Dante: "AITA for running away from home to play a game that could kill me because I didn't want to talk to my parents about my mental health and also being a nepo baby I guess"

Maja: "WIBTA if I just lay down and gave up while my team are waiting for me to bring back help and rescue"

Pentifer: "AITA for killing innocent people so I can use their corpses as puppets to get close to my assassination targets if I was abused by my creator until I became hateful and cruel and now have no reason to trust that anyone will treat me differently when I'm widely feared and considered an abomination"

Jocelyn: "AITA for being an opportunistic cult leader who eats people and turns them into cocoons for spiders if I was raised to believe I have no choice in the matter"

Ram: "AITA for dying so badly that it was the catalyst of the problems for everyone around me"

Radi: "AITA for being unable to fall in love with the person who loved the person I was before her personality and memories were forcibly erased and I was born from the ashes of her destruction"

[polish-child-of-hecate]

Hello, fellow human beings

My name is Maja and im a Hecate kid

Im 15 and i use a pronouns exept He/Him

Im panromantic, ace and genderfae (look it up)

Im from Poland, so sorry for bad grammar

My fav color is green and my hobbies are reading, drawing, annoying people by speaking Polish, anything that has something to do with music, stargazing and simping over fictional characters (Philip Carlyle and Anne Wheeler from The Greatest showman, Luke Skywalker from Star Wars, Newt from The Maze Runner, Zane from Ninjago)

Im single, but you can flirt with me if you want to

My backstory: When I was nine I found out I was a demigod I was horrified to find that out. Because my father had always told me that Demigods and the gods were evil. So I was scared. That my dad would hate me I was forced to go to the camp for half bloods I've been there ever since I found out that Demigods are not actually evil. Most of them are really good people. When I was growing up, I was really scared of my father. He would hit me all the time. It caught so bad that I had severe anxiety. I still have it to this day, but it's a bit better. I love going to the arts and crafts area. I like to draw there. Its fun. There is this part of the forrest that I discovered when I was 10 where no one goes to. Its quiet and beautiful. So I snuck out some blankets and pillows. After a while some nymphs helped me, and now I have a mini camp area there. When I was 13 I was claimed by Hecate and I reunited with my brother Simon (He has a blog too) , who ran away from home when I was 3. That was a fun day. I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was 14. That explained a lot of things. On my birthday every year I meet the nymphs in the forrest and we have a little party. I always enjoy the parties. Its much more fun than talking to people. The nymphs are some of my closest friends. Last year on my birthday, one of the nymphs called Salisa gave me a dark green hoodie. I love it. Its so comfortable, and the hood covers my face. Wich is a plus because i have a scar on my face. (Salisa is now my best friend and I just got them to make a Tumblr account.) A few months ago some other humans started to join the hangouts too. Their names are Anne, Zoë Nightshade and Lexi Mistrose. (They have blogs too.) I also like the goddess Ariadne (she has a blog too). About a moth ago I got stabbed my someone from the Titan Army and I ended up in Elysium. I managed to escape (because Ariadne and Anne are awesome) and now I wander around the Earth as a ghost/spirit, but people can still see/talk to me.

(Ooc: Backstory made by @thatonebitheaterkid)

(Ooc #2: my main blog is @just--a--random--human--being, the blogs i was talking about ic are @fvck-the-dam-gods, @ariadnes-only-child, @salisa-is-a-nymph @zoe-can-see-the-stars-again @my-aunt-and-my-dad-are-cool @one-and-only-ariadne, ill be using the tag #maja is talking and the face claim is Elle Fanning)

#maja is talking #maja is talking ooc

[maziodynez]

wuthering heights posting #122938: on the abuse being taken seriously

so in an earlier post i said that most of (aka nearly all) the wuthering heights adaptations fail because not a single filmmaker* nor screenwriter takes the abuse that heathcliff and catherine face (at the hands of both their father and hindley, because yes, hitting your children with the rod, neglecting them, and saying you can't possibly love them and, for example, saying to your daughter's face that she's the worst of your children [mr earnshaw's doing] and forcing your adoptive brother into servitude (and there are many articles about this especially in relation to heathcliff's race---i really recommend Maja-Lisa von Sneidern's article Wuthering Heights and the Liverpool Slave Trade for more on this, specifically their posit that "In the novel the Heights, corrupted by the introduction of the racially other [Heathcliff], is the place where the figures of a system of bondage work out their relationships." (Sneidern, 174)) , flogging him, and withholding food from your younger sister as punishment [hindley's doing] are both repeated instances abuse, in different degrees of intensity, but nonetheless have the same impact: it drives heathcliff and catherine's codependency. but this isn't what i solely want to talk about: what i want to actually talk about is heathcliff and catherine's (ultimately) world-shattering decision to visit thrushcross grange. *note: when i say film/filmmakers/screenwriters this includes both cinema film as in movies that both got a mainstream release in theatres and made-for-tv movies and tv miniseries. i'm too lazy to type out "film and tv" every time.

So, in the book, since this is being told from Nelly's (the housekeeper's) point of view, we don't actually know why exactly in the moment Heathcliff and Catherine choose to go to Thrushcross Grange (the manor home of the substantially wealthier Linton family), but it's said later:

""Where is Miss Catherine?" [Nelly] cried hurriedly. "No accident, I hope?" "At Thrushcross Grange," [Heathcliff] answered; "and I would have been there too, but that had not the manners to ask me to stay."... "...What in the world led you to wandering to Thrushcross Grange?" .... [Heathcliff] continued: "Cathy and I escaped from the wash-house to have a ramble at liberty, and getting a glimpse of the Grange lights, we thought we would just go and see whether the Lintons passed their Sunday evenings shivering in corners, while their father and mother sat eating and drinking, and singing and laughing, and burning their eyes out before the fire. Do you think they do? Or reading sermons, and being catechized by their manservant, and set to learn a column of Scripture names, if they don't answer properly?"" (WH, 50-51) (of the complete and unabridged longmeadow press 1983 edition)

Usually, this paragraph is framed in film in one of two ways:

either we actually see this exchange between nelly and heathcliff

heathcliff's reason for why they go to thrushcross grange is shown in either heathcliff or catherine (usually catherine) stating whilst they're out on the moors that she would like to go visit thrushcross grange

In both instances, in most of the film adaptations I have seen, their visit to Thrushcross Grange is played off as a joke---or at least, Heathcliff's reasoning as to why they went is played off as a joke.

Partially, this may be because Nelly doesn't take the abuse that Heathcliff and Catherine face seriously, either: in the very next sentence, she says, ""Probably not," I responded. "They are good children, no doubt, and don't deserve the treatment you receive, for your bad conduct."" (WH, 51) Nelly, an unreliable narrator in case you couldn't tell, vocally does not like Heathcliff nor Catherine, even from when they're children. Because she as a character believes that Heathcliff and Catherine deserve the abuse they face, I feel like many have assumed that Emily Bronte as an author was either implying that the abuse was 1) not that serious or not that big of a deal or was 2) definitely deserved because clearly, even as children and young teens, Heathcliff and Catherine were just that evil. Thus, a lot of filmmakers either consciously or subconsciously utilize that thinking as well. And of course, the other part of it is that the filmmakers themselves have decided that the abuse is either no big deal or is something they don't want to spend a lot of time analyzing.

However, I think that this moment, the decision for Heathcliff and Catherine to visit Thrushcross Grange... I think it's honestly really huge, and honestly really underrated as far as potential scenes to have between them. If this situation was treated with the gravitas it deserves, as in: two very abused and traumatized children see the manor house of the very rich family in the distance, and say to each other, "I wonder how they live. Do they have to suffer like we do?"

And to make matters even deeper (and worse for them), the result of this is that Catherine gets her leg mangled by a dog, and her and Heathcliff's relationship is irrevocably changed by her experiences at the Grange. For five weeks, Catherine is free from her abusive brother, the stress of essentially fending for herself because of his neglect of her, and she gets access to all of the upper class amenities and things she's never had access to before in her life, with people doting on her who genuinely care about her recovery and health. It's no wonder she comes back changed: now she's acutely aware of the life she could lead--if she abandons Wuthering Heights (by marrying into the Lintons) and leaves Heathcliff to fend for himself. Even so, though...she still doesn't want to leave Heathcliff in the dust. Even when presented with the prospect of escaping her abusive household, she only thinks of ways she can use the Lintons' money to help Heathcliff escape with her. AND OF COURSE, we have to talk about how Catherine (white woman) gets the opportunity to escape essentially handed to her and Heathcliff (brown man) has to carve out his own path and do all of the hard work himself and make his own fortune....

IDK!!! I'm RAMBLING!!! but there's a LOT HERE!!!

#vero.txt #t #vero's wuthering heights meta #abuse cw

[galansu]

Hii do you have any headcanons on how the people from pikmin games (I mean Olimar, Louie, the Koppaites etc.) would refer to themselves, like if they have a word counterpart for ‘human’ for all people of different planets. I quite like starfolk, since it ties nicely with that idea that Olimar describes in Pikmin 1, that his people come from stars and return to the stars when they die.

Anyway sorry for the long ask, hope this is an interesting enough question. Either way have a good day.

- Maja

I feel like they would be referred to as human..type things? They seem like they did come from human decent, so I would personally say some kind of human? But if we're talking about other stuff, starfolk sounds cool. Space wanderers could be used like a broad term as well. Fellow things works. I dunno? This ask has been interesting, since I'm not fully sure how to answer it without rambling about the whole "Koppaites, Hocotanians, and all the others are descendants of humans" theory. But regardless of that, thanks Maja! It was nice hearing from you! :D

here's a little drawing of space

space :)

#pikmin #ask #headcanon #answered

[vcnishingact]

camp wasn't all bad, he even missed being back despite the rules, the training, and the gossipmonglers talking about everything under the sun. lincoln felt as the sun did, primal and radiant, he couldn't help if his orbt sometimes caught other in its reach and pulled them to their own demise. he did learn that there were bigger, badder fish then him out there but, all in all, his time with sachar and darius was quite informative.

with purpose, lincoln moved throughout the event with an energy that simply could not be controlled. his eyes met other's gazed unabashedly, wandering to their outfits, before he'd offer a little nod and continue his search until he had found his target in one maja livingston, the glorified popstar himself.

" well, well, well. isn't someone looking absolutely titillating tonight. " there lincoln west went again – unfiltered, unashamed, and unapologetic.

#// guest muse: lincoln west #// maja 001.

[vodid]

Gib baby obsidian king prowl lore pwease

hi maja

prowl was mentored by atlas and grew an interest for tactics through their mutual special interest, cartography. they would spend hours holed up in a war room oohing and aahing over historical maps, some of which atlas himself drew. he became prowl's hero (next to smokescreen, of course)

little prowl was NEVER where he was wanted. needed to be out of the room so the adults can have a meeting about the war? nope, he stays. (he wants to see the map!) needed in this room to receive a bath? absolutely not. he is in the garden having a meltdown. needed in bed because it was sleepy time? not a chance. he's too busy wandering around the palace or tailing smokescreen

prowl was not receptive to training (probably sliding in master yoketron here) until smokescreen sat him down and explained to him the importance of meditation and the teachings he was receiving. he literally did not give a shit about any of that until smokescreen made it sound cool (you get to move stuff with your mind and look awesome doing it)

this was also something smokescreen did for manners.

#obsidian king au #tbf from a young age prowl was included in war meetings #but there was an age smokescreen/the rest didnt want him involved bc of maturity #not that prowl cared. he demanded to be present and gobbled it all up with that little speedy processor of his #he was only allowed after smokescreen taught him manners 💀💀💀 which was a fight in and of itself

[liv-is]

Find-It Game!

I was tagged by @heymacareyna! tysm for the tag! this looks so fun looool

tagging: @lorenfinch @sarahlizziewrites @writinglittlebeasts @tabswrites @writernopal @thewardenofwinter @violets-in-her-arms-writes @ink-flavored @yedithwrites

YOUR WORDS!: heart, dusk, touch, bite, strike

my words: gold, dream, ease, dark, silent

From The Marking Blood

gold

The walls remained largely as unadorned as she remembered, save for the occasional mirror. Zova paused atop the stairs to admire her reflection—her skin looked far less golden in the waning and overcast sun. Slim fingers combed through her shimmering waves of hair. The umber tresses terminated in a pale gradient, from when she had, on a passing whim, gone flaxen for a term or so at university. Father wouldn’t mind, she thought, if she didn’t cut the blonde bits off before the funeral. The look still had a cuteness to it.

dream

They shared a low chuckle. Sonea relished in the warmth of Maja’s body, supple and inviting against her own. A dreamlike quiet swaddled them both for a precious moment. “Yer freezing,” Maja said at last. Those eyes danced with plausible deniability over Sonea’s lips. Sonea leaned closer, flashing a wolfish smile. “I’ve been standing out here naked, dummy.” “You—” Sonea closed what little distance remained, silencing Maja with her lips. For a heartbeat, Maja was still, as if surprised. As the wind swelled once more, Sonea felt those soft hands capture her face. Maja’s lips met Sonea’s as a parched woman meets water, as a drunkard meets the flagon.

ease

Maja’s hands wove their way into Sonea’s short curls, but she said nothing. No playful rejoinder, no flippant ease. Beneath her hands, Sonea felt a distinct tension possessing Maja’s form. “You want me to.” It was not a question. Sonea allowed her teeth to nip dangerously at Maja’s fluttering pulse. She could hear it thrumming through her own skull. “You were waiting, aye? For me to come back?” Sonea knew that she was encroaching on violation of their unspoken accord. She wasn’t playing, as she usually might. More importantly, she was frighteningly close to opening a door that she would ordinarily do anything to keep closed. But in her haze, none of it mattered more than hearing Maja say those words, say that she was right. In the tentative silence that held them, Sonea could feel the words rise up within Maja. She could feel the hesitation—perhaps the fear. She could feel the pounding, pounding, pounding of Maja’s heart. They stood together on the precipice, and Sonea begged for the thrill of plunging over it.

[cont'd.]

dark

[Sylah] willed herself to speak over the voices that were brewing. “It occurs to me that you likely have not come all the way up the mountain only to hand me a package.” “…Aye.” Dove’s boots shifted back and forth in a small motion on the floor. “I’ll be attending the service, as well.” Sylah’s brow tensed. “You, alone?” Dove nodded, her dark eyes wandering up the facade behind Sylah. Sylah’s hands plucked and worried at the twine. “After all of the acclaim, they send one hunter out here to his funeral. One who did not know him.” She ought to have expected this. Her father’s history with the Guild was spotted with conflict. Yet, there was no equal to his prowess. Did they seek to shame him in death? “I’ve heard as many stories as anyone,” Dove replied. After a moment, the edge of propriety in her voice softened, along with her eyes. “You’re upset.” She was upset. Sylah said nothing, irritated that Dove would observe such a thing. “Sylah, listen…” Her visitor appeared deep in thought for a moment. Dove continued to avoid Sylah’s eyes, and when she spoke again, it was slow. Deliberate. “I will be staying after the funeral. I was given another task.”

silent

As if aware of the course of Sylah’s thoughts, Nieve gave a wistful sigh as she toyed with her cincture. “Do you remember the first time we came here together?” she asked. Her eyes were aimed upwards, out to the mosaics that webbed the window glass. “I remember.” Sylah’s hands tugged at the cincture, deftly sliding the braided cord undone. She wrapped it about her hand and set the coil on the desk, not too far from reach. Her black gloves, almost as an afterthought, were next. “You goaded me on.” Nieve turned to face her, leaning back against the desk. “I did.” In the moonlight, she could see that the nun’s little smile was tenuous. She raised her hands to the veil, drawing a finger and thumb curiously down the length of one side. “You’re worried,” she observed. At first, Nieve was silent. Her soft hands covered Sylah’s own, and drew them to a spot on the back of her head. The tips of Sylah’s fingers found a pin. She pulled it out, setting it straight and careful on the desk. “Before I come to my senses,” Nieve whispered.

#{sanguis in monte} #writeblr #tag game #my wips #i am a little mean with the cropping of these #sowwee #it will happen again

[destage-arch]

CAST ( IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE )   ,     GRIEVANCES IN THE ROLE OF MAJA LIND  ,     DESTAGE IN THE ROLE OF SEIRRA SIX   .     THE SCENE OPENS TO TWO PEOPLE STANDING ACROSS FROM ONE ANOTHER IN AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE, THE AIR THICK WITH TENSION.  ( @grievences )

weary  are  the  bones  that  carry  a  nameless  face ,   all  he  was  and  has  been  washed  away  with  the  blood  on  his  hands ;   now  freed  from  shackles ,   he  expects  ruination  in  a  moment .   deliberate  is  the  act  of  pulling  this  out  here ,   away  from  a  path  back  to  his  body ,   kept  where  wandering  eyes  will  not  see  the  blood .   the  list  of  predators  watching  his  tracks  grows  daily ,   cannot  assume  anyone  will  pass  by  this  way  as  a  friend .          ❛   are you here to kill me?   ❜

#its so sexy of me to never know what i am doing love that energy for me x #( ... ) GRIEVANCES — MAJA LIND #( ... ) WR. — SIERRA SIX.

[yulogica]

Sweeticals is a closed species by ScarletDestiney, and is my first closed species. It's about magical fellows born from desserts and is somehow both fantasy and scifi. It got me into art again. Also got me addicted to species.

Anyway I have like 30+ children now and here are my proper Sweeticals.

Kalei Iglesia. [ Cathedral Window Gelatin]

Polite, church-raised support-type who travels Arcanum Sucreum to paint Asterian churches and other places of worship. Afraid of trains.

Halo Dolorosa [ Apple Rose Tart w/Salted Caramel]

Escaped weapon. Currently a delivery guy and mascot of Dolorosa Couriers delivery service . Is the lovable cousin of several generations of a big human family. Does not like immortality.

Gān Zhāshăn (甘樝閃) [Hawberry Flake Ice Cream]

Hitman/serial killer. Currently inactive, working in an ice cream shop and rooming with a human. Was a Rein (good-aligned) before death and resurrection

Blanca Maiz [Maja Blanca]

A defender of Asukal City with Tammy. Has big shoes to fill in the wake of her absent sister.

Tamisago Arnibal [Taho]

A defender of Asukal City with Blanca by day, sentinel for hire at night. A bit of a workaholic.

Teodoro Arellano [ Dark Chocolate-dipped Mango]

Wandering merchant type. Runs an very successful fruit export business that also hides a smuggling operation. Quite bored and gives cores to whoever he pleases

Ingenue Memoriam [Sucre Core (the magical item that gives life to each member of the species)]

A living memento whose core is the fusion of several dead Reins'. She travels Arcanum Sucreum, sometimes fulfilling the wishes of the Reins who she's made of, more often than not just enjoying life.

#sweetical #sweeticals #closedspecies #closedspeciesmyo #originalcharacters #magicalgirl #magicalboy #mahoushoujo #mahoushonen #dessert #sweet #dessert-themed #sweetthemed #characterdesign #referencesheet #toyhouse links #refsheet #cathedral window gelatin #gijinka #humanization #gijinka desserts #rose tart #hawflake #maja blanca #taho #cutlery #cs characters #magical girl oc #magical boy oc #yunart

[demigodforfend]

Nightmares Without Dreams

Forfend did not sleep. It did not dream. However, it did rest and with that rest often came a deluge of the day's thoughts and worries as well as a host of old memories.

Usually, it was its worries that plagued it excessively in the twilight hours. They were quiet things during the day. Distant. Ignorable. At night, though, they bore their claws and sank into its mind like lions' teeth.

Not tonight. Tonight, it was memories that haunted it.

Blood and battlefields and broken weapons. Screaming, crying, begging. Monsters on both sides of this war, but innocents on only one. Fire. Pain. An ominous red glow staring down at the world with unconcealed vitriol.

Forfend tried to push the thoughts away, but they wouldn't go.

They were too fresh. It had happened only three months ago. Only several thousand years ago.

The gap in its consciousness had been filled rapidly by time. It had missed so much. The Sundering still felt so close for it, but for others it was only a distant story. A history lesson. Nothing so tangible as Forfend's lived experience existed.

It sighed with the slow hiss of a doused fire giving up the last wisp of smoke.

Its mind was drawn back to the last battle it had been in. Forfend found it strange how broken up its memories became in its last moments.

It had been wounded. It knew that.

It had been fighting desperately against... something of Atrox's twisted design. The specifics were probably moot. All of those damned things were murderous monstrosities regardless of what they looked like. Still, it was bothering Forfend that it couldn't recall any details at all.

And then it had woken up with Fletch stanced to flee in front of it.

It should know more. It was not prone to failing to remember things. That was a trait more common in beings of flesh and blood.

Forfend's mind was not infallible, but its memory was exceptional and it did not have such gaps elsewhere.

Frustrated, Forfend lit the rune on its face and stood. It needed to move for a bit. Maybe it could reset its thoughts and have a more peaceful rest when it returned.

It exited its storehouse-turned-home and saw Jessie sitting on the edge of the forge with a coffee in hand.

Startled, it asked, "What are you doing up so late?"

"It's not late anymore. It's early," Jessie countered and nodded at the horizon.

There, the first edgings of purple crept into the blackness of the night. It would not be daylight for hours yet.

"What are you doing up so early?" Forfend tried again.

Jessie shrugged. "Woke up. Couldn't get back to sleep. Same as you, I'd guess."

Forfend nodded.

"I'm gonna use the opportunity to get my morning rounds done early and maybe do the grocery shopping when Maja gets the place open."

Forfend nodded again. Jessie was always the practical type.

"Bell needed out to pee and I couldn't get back to sleep after. What's your excuse?" Jessie asked.

Forfend hummed, pondering if it should share or not. It decided on honesty. "I do not sleep, but I often have much too much time with myself when I rest."

"Nightmares," Jessie nodded sagely. "Are you alright?"

Nightmares. They weren't nightmares in the traditional sense, but it was as good a word as any. Frightening images had left it awake and fretting. What else could that be but a nightmare?

"I am okay." The longer it stood here and spoke with its friend, the more that felt true.

"You want to make the rounds with me?" Jessie offered.

"Yes," Forfend accepted immediately.

"Great. I'll get dressed." Jessie stood and stretched. He set his coffee cup down on the edge of the forge and wandered back into the house.

A few minutes later, he returned in full uniform and reclaimed his coffee cup. He slipped his free hand into Forfend's oversized palm.

"Tell me about your nightmare?" Jessie inquired gently as they walked leisurely toward the edge of town. "Might help you get it out of your head."

Forfend nodded and spoke freely to Jessie who listened intently. Jessie had no advice to offer. These were age old problems, long since solved or deemed unsolvable or forgotten or unknowable. But he listened anyway.

And Forfend did feel better when it finished speaking.

A silence lulled between them.

"Thank you," Forfend said with all the sincerity in the world.

Jessie smiled. "No problem. You can let me know if you have anymore nightmares. I don't mind going out early to chat. Besides, this way, we get to see the sunrise."

Forfend followed Jessie's gaze.

Gold stretched across the horizon and reached up into the dusky blue still hanging overhead, tinging the edges purple. It was breathtaking.

It was the dawn of a new day and Forfend was struck by the nearly tangible feeling that everything was going to be alright. It took that feeling to heart.

#twilight of the demigods #forfend #backstory #side story #dnd

[golden--requiem]

𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲

🍓 This was on my mind for a good 5 minutes before I decided to write this. While Nova's part was more sensual, Maja's was more feelings based. Enjoy. 🍓

Nova/Evy

As she was pulled in towards the other, Nova’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes stared straight into theirs, hands lightly resting on their abdomen. Her lips parted as her gaze flicked from their mesmerizing eyes to their captivating lips. Nova swallowed hard, exhaling slowly as she attempted to control herself. Suddenly their lover reached out to take hold of her leg by the back of her thigh, hooking it around their hip for more skinship. She swallowed once more, eyes fluttering shut to let out a breath she wasn’t aware was being held. Her eyes fluttered open seconds after, letting out a small sound as their arm coiled around them to keep them in place. Leaning in, the other attempting to close the distance as they stopped right before their lips could meet. 

“Please… kiss me already.” Nova begged, her hand reaching out to cup the back of their hand and pull them in a fierce yet passionate kiss. Their tongues collided immediately, both getting drunk off each other’s natural taste. Both of them stumbled back onto a comforting surface, slowly undressing each other as lips met skin. 

Maja

Being pulled in, her first reaction was to tense up. This sort of affection was unknown to her, yet she needed to keep her facade up. “Hah… can’t get enough of me, can you? Fine by me. Devour all of me…” She wasn’t aware how her voice was shaking as she spoke, fingers coiling around the forearm of the other. This sort of intimate skinship was beyond frightening for Maja. Their hands wandered all over her body as her eyes screwed shut, letting out a shaky breath. “I…” She could barely speak, her eyes fluttering open to gaze at them. “You… Do you- Do you really want… this? With me?” When they confirmed that they indeed wanted to get intimate with her as their feelings were mutual, Maja attempted to fight off a grin. Their arms enclosed around her body, drawing her in and connecting their lips. She let out a surprised whine before eventually giving in.

The kiss was fierce, almost begging for a number of things. Love. Acceptance. Attention. They wanted it all and they would get it from each other. Her hand reached out to cup their cheek, lips pressing against each other with more force. It was as if they were afraid to let each other go. Finally parting, tears slid down Maja’s cheeks as her eyes fluttered open to stare into their eyes, lips parted and another shaky breath slipping past. “More… give me more.” She begged and they complied, one pair of lips meeting another as their tongues met in a dance of survival. 

#admin's writing #diabolik lovers oc #admin stuff #golden musings

[milsopo]

Bielieve in the sprit | exhibition at Windowlicker

Believe in the spirit exhibition aims to capture the invisible concept of ghost. Guests artists explore the theme of a phantom in various mediums including painting, graphics, photography, poetry and field recording.

Who or what is a ghost? Some believed that it is a material manifestation of the deceased made of ectoplasm, others that it was only the effect of a suggestion projected onto reality. Today, the spirit is combined with the concept of the avatar, strengthening its ties with rapidly developing technology. The ghost can also act as a metaphor, a way to process your fears and longings.

This figure wandering among the pages of history, suspended between life and death, still fascinates artists, scientists and tricksters.

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I invited people who create in various media and from various backgrounds to explore the broadly understood concept of “spirit".

The materialized phantoms are:

❦Lena Achtelik

❦Katarzyna Dębska

❦Natalia Godek

❦Zofia Kalemba

❦Karolina Maliszewska

❦Iga Mroziak

❦Kasia Rysiak

❦Maja Sadel

❦Milena Soporowska

❦Joanna Suppan

❦Karolina Szwed

❦Julianna Wińczyk

❦Community of Parallel Dreams - collective

❦Curator: Milena Soporowska

#curatorial

[iwillruletheuniverse]

Mum fixed bookmarks for me, she has so many so she gave me some in an album. This is one of them. Must have been bought before Lullaby was taken. They all felt special but oh my hearttt cowslips🥺 I knew that flowers exists as bookmarks so my thoughts have wandered to that one day I might find it but it was in the house all along❤️ Gullviva (cowslip) is mentioned in ’Majas Visa’ by Alice Tegnér; Lullaby’s middle name is Nalle-Maja💖

#hmm #over the bridge to the other side #cowslip

[lonelypoetssociety]

A life lived

house full of memories that all came and went, counting up all the hours that we carelessly spent

notches on the wall, and patched up holes, containing the multitudes that made up our souls

clearing the air it’s all confetti now, moments raining down, gone before we knew how

they’ll still be lingering decades from today, wish we’d captured them all before we were led astray

what really matters in this moment of time, is not that they’re gone, but that they once were mine

so now that I’m back here wandering these halls, my hands still fit against the ridges on the walla

- Maja

#poetry #poems #personal poems #from my notes

[1nedite]

#Lepushe, #Kelmend, #Albania, #Montenegro, #TalankaPeak, #VajushaPeak, #blueberries #valley, #Jezerca, #Alps and Xheni 🐶 😍 Not all those who wander are lost… 🥾 (at Maja Vajushes) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiODLPEN84J/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#lepushe #kelmend #albania #montenegro #talankapeak #vajushapeak #blueberries #valley #jezerca #alps