#snapdragon & firefly

[eldritchbean-shapeshifter]

Meet the Bean

(I will be updating this post as I discover and draw my forms)

Name: Genna Brooks

Pronouns: She/Her & Shay/Ter

LGBT Status: Genderqueer, PanDemic (panromantic & demiromantic), Asexual (repulsed)

Nonhuman (NOT therian or otherkin)

Eldritch Shapeshifter

No True Form. Always more than meets the eye.

My forms/sonas:

Human

Toon Ink Demon (based on Bendy and the Ink Machine) - 3 variations

"Shapeshifter" (based on the Shapeshifter from A Hat In Time)

Pokémalgam - 2 variations

Luna Moth - 5 variations

Water - 5 variations

Ghost

Animatronic/Robot (based on Five Nights at Freddy's)

TV Head

Shadow

Plushie - 2 variations

Puppet (based on Welcome Home)

Glitch

Disassembly Drone (based on Murder Drones)

Golden Crowned Flying Fox (fruit bat) - 2 variations

Echo

AS (U avatar | based on Belle)

Maned Wolf - 2 variations

Eel mer - 2 variations (1) (2)

Howler (based on Ghosts Among The Wildflowers) - 2 variations

Yellow-headed Box Turtle (based on Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) - 2 variations

Space/Nebula

Fae

Black American Shorthair Cat - 2 variations

Spring-Limbed Jester thing (I don't really have a good name for this one yet) (based on The Amazing Digital Circus)

Skeleton

Fluffy Skull Faced Creechur

Cryptid Canine

Striped Owl - 2 variations

Dragon

Slime

Reptilian Centaur

Ink Cap Mushroom

Bold Jumping Spider - 2 variations

Striped Skunk - 2 variations

Common Raccoon- 2 variations

Opossum- 2 variations

Bee - 2 variations

Void (based on Minecraft, lol)

Chocolate Ferret - 2 variations

Brown Rat - 2 variations

Otter - 2 variations

Purple Skimmer Dragonfly - 2 variations

Squirrel - 2 variations

Japanese Giant Flying Squirrel (yes, this one is different) - 2 variations

Raven - 2 variations

Anna's Hummingbird- 2 variations

Axolotl - 2 variations

Backrooms Entity

Snowflake Obsidian

Lava/Magma

Lightning Bug (Firefly) - 2 variations

Potato Bug

Moss

Cordyceps

Sunflower

To Be Named Poppy Playtime themed thingie

Fern

Acorn

Fire

Fox (specific kind currently unknown)

Scorpion (specific kind currently unknown)

Dog (Shiba Inu/Golden Retriever/Husky mix)

Wolf/Werewolf

Chromian (Prism World)

African Wild Dog

Jackrabbit

Personified Railroad Crossing

Dandelion

Sea bunny

Selkie

Pumpkin head

Snapdragon

Sakura

Cherry

Vampire

Candy Corn

Strawberry

Blue Raspberry

Phoenix

Pony (MLP FiM)

Pulsar Star

Blanket Critter

Worm OFF the String (with legs :3)

Music box

Wind

Geode

Eyeball head

Pigeon

Seagull

Griffin

Gargoyle

Frog

Gingerbread cookie

Soot sprite

Boombox

"Witch"

Squishy silicone cat lamp

Clock

Jellyfish

Flamingo

#meet the bean #meet the artist #eldritchbean #nonhuman #non human #nonhumanity #nonhuman things #nonhuman community #alterhumans #alterhumanity #alterhuman #alterhuman community #alterhuman identity #alterhumanism #nonhumanism #shapeshifter #eldritch shapeshifter #eldritch #eldritch being

[pandoa]

PANDO PANDO ILYSM <33 also your picrew is so freaking cute !!!

i wanted to request for the event so i can have more of your DELICIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS AMAZING writing hahaha

anywho

im thinking snapdragons with rook hunt ( this man will forever be my original twst crush no matter what <333 ) in a field of fireflies bc im a hopeless romantic like that

anyways , congratulations on the follower count ! im so happy and so so soooooo proud of you. you are doing amazing and i just wanted to let you know that no matter what , im always going to be here to watch you outshine the stars with your greatness.

Snapdragons ~ “this can’t be real…it feels too good to be real. tell me this is all a dream before i start believing”

~rook hunt x gender neutral reader~

AMORIS ILYT!! and omg i remember the exact picrew you were talking abt. i'm so sorry it took me so long to get to your request, this was from like august </33 i've been kinda slow lately lol. your words never fail to fill me with joy tho and i adore you so much. thank you for existing in my life, my sweet <3

i put my whole pandussy into this amora lmao, hope you like it~

♡eyes that shine like fireflies♡

You dreamt of a man such as Rook for as long as you could remember.

A man of silk-like locks of hair, a man of strength, integrity, and passion. A man of romance that valued the beauty of art just as you did. He was all that you wished for and even more. Even the poetic fairy tales that were read to you as a child could never compare to the elegance Rook presented himself with. He treated you with only gentleness entwined in lyrical expressions with every interaction you had with the man. Each word from his soft lips bewitched you like a trap set to lure in prey, with that prey being your heart. Nevermind a gastly prince; the Pomefiore third year was an enigma full of unexpectedness. His sweetness drew you in, and you were held captive by his charming disposition since the day you met the eccentric hunter. 

Every moment, hour, and second of your day was filled with daydreaming thoughts of the huntsman. He plagued your mind like a broken record that refused to change its song. Each time you stepped out of Ramshackle and into Night Raven’s campus, you looked out for the iconic feather of his hat searching for the said man. Each time you visited Epel at Pomefiore’s dorm, you longed to magically bump into Rook—in hopes of striking a conversation with him. He was someone you wished to be with. A star in the night sky you hoped to reach for. 

You loved him.

So when the golden young man had called you to an open field surrounded by the luminous light of many fireflies, your chest had risen and fallen in an uneven rhythm, nervousness coursing through your love-struck body. Anticipation was evident in the way you shuffled your feet under the alluring manner of his glances. You looked up to face him—face burning up at the hunter’s mere presence—as the lustrous gleaming of the critters around you illuminated onto you and Rook like tiny specs of magic in the night. You peered at the enchanting view in front of you in wonder.

His eyes were green like fireflies. 

“I am so incredibly besotted by your very existence,” Rook began as he pulled you out of your moment of astonishment. “You are a light brighter than the stars themselves. A cluster of glimmer I wish to keep for myself. And I stand here before you in complete adulation.” The young man then proceeded to gradually step closer to your form, narrowing the distance between your chests. Extending his hand out to hold yours, Rook delicately spoke in an affectionate tone. “Je t'aime, mon amour. I love you most indefinitely.” 

You stood in your place among the shimmering lights of the fireflies, aghast at the words Rook had just spoken. The man you adored so earnestly from afar had just admitted his feelings for you. It was like a fantasy you couldn’t even imagine. Maintaining an eager gaze, you softly muttered in bewilderment, “This can’t be real… It feels too good to be real. Tell me this is all a dream before I start believing.”

“Then believe if that is what your heart calls for, mon trésor,” Rook said in a hushed voice that matched your own, inching closer to your ear with each syllable of his sentence. “Every waking moment with you is like a dream turned into reality.”

Your face flushed at the way his breath tickled the side of your neck and smiled. “I love you as well, Rook.”

And with everything said and done, the two of you cradled one another in each of your arms as the lightning bugs continued to angelically shine above the crowns of your heads in an iridescent ambiance. Orion shone in the night sky along with the many other constellations, appearing to be staring down at you and his fellow hunter in awe. Even the moon seemed to be entirely enthralled by the two of you as it adored you in its place high in the stratosphere. 

An irresistible sight for sore eyes.

a/n: i’m imagining rook as the firefly from the princess and the frog, and idk whether to laugh or cry like- mA BELLE~~~ EVANGELINEEEEEE

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #gender neutral reader #rook hunt #rook twisted wonderland #twst rook #rook twst #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #rook x you #rook hunt x you #pomefiore #twst imagines #twst scenarios #blossom grove prompt event #mootuals♫

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 4: First Kiss

Day four of @forlorn-crows Mushy May prompts, thank you again for putting this together!

Pairing: Mountain/Dew

Words: 766

Rating: Gen

Contains: Dew being impulsive, and Mountain’s love language being gift-giving

“I’ve got something for you, firefly,” Mountain says, leaning down to whisper in Dew’s ear as they cross paths in the hallway. “Meet me in my greenhouse after dinner?”

Dew lights up. Mountain is always hesitant to invite the others into his greenhouse, but when he does, normally it’s to show them what new strains he’s been growing, and Dew’s always been an eager guinea pig. “Sure thing, big guy. I did get stuck on dishes, so it might be a minute.”

Mountain smiles at him, readjusting the tie holding his auburn hair out of his face. It’s long enough to brush over his shoulders, and he keeps it half up, half down. “There’s no rush, Dew. It’s not time sensitive.”

After dinner, Dew rushes through his chores without even a grimace. He can’t stop smiling, bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

Dew loves being in the greenhouse. It’s a small building, filled to the brim with shelves and tables and raised beds of every kind of plant Dew could imagine. The space is lit with various candles and small lanterns hanging from the rafters in between numerous hanging baskets.  In the far back corner is a daybed and a table and chairs. Mountain spends most of his time here, practically lives in his own garden. His bedroom often goes unused for weeks, spending his nights between here and his packmates’ rooms. 

The air is warm and humid, and Dew feels his body relax as he shuts the door behind him. He takes a deep breath through his nose, and it smells green. “Mount? You home?”

“Yeah, I’m in here, Dewey,” the ghoul in question says, getting up from behind a rosebush in the middle of the room. “You got dishes done quick tonight, even for you.”

Dew tries to act nonchalant, moving his long, blond hair over one shoulder. “You know how it is, I’m not one to pass up an opportunity to spend some time with you.”

“How sweet, firefly,” Mountain chuckles, pushing a stray strand of hair out of his face, leaving a smudge of dirt across a freckled cheek. “But I don’t have any new weed for you to try tonight.”

“Then what’s up?” Dew presses, trying to keep the slight disappointment out of his tone. 

“A couple months ago, some siblings traded me some new seed packets for some medicinal herbs. And recreational, let’s be honest,” Mountain says, scuffing his bare paw on the packed dirt floor. “I got them to grow. I didn’t want to show you until I got it to flower.”

He walks over to one of the shelves above his bed, and pulls down a terracotta pot filled with red and orange cone shaped flowers. “These are snapdragons. They, well, they remind me of you. These are yours, for your room.”

Dew’s eyes flick back and forth between the flowers being pressed into his hands and Mountain’s earnest expression. He runs a finger against a delicate petal. “Thank you, Mounty. I’m serious. These are beautiful.”

“You’re welcome, firefly,” Mountain says, his smile dimpling his cheek. He scratches the back of his neck, a dusky flush spreading across his face.

Dew’s an impulsive ghoul. Acting on those impulses, a lot of the time, gets him in trouble. But that doesn’t stop him. 

It doesn’t stop him from standing up on his tiptoes, leaning over the snapdragons and pressing a kiss to Mountain’s lips. He tastes of sweetmint and sage, and his eyes widen, bright green, a perfect match to the plant life all around them. 

Dew pulls away, his own eyes widening as he seems to realize what he’s done, face burning. “Shit, Mount, I’m sorry, I didn’t ask before I, I, I should just go.”

He turns to hurry out of the greenhouse, to hide in his own room, but Mountain reaches out and grabs Dew’s wrist.

“Don’t go, droplet,” he says, pulling Dew so he’s facing him, and he bends down and his lips are on his again. Dew melts into it, eyes flickering closed, nearly dropping the precious flowers Mountain grew for him. 

Mountain takes the pot from his hands and sets it on a nearby table without breaking the kiss, pushing aside a few papers to clear a spot. With his hands free, Dew reaches up and cups Mountain’s face. Eventually, Mountain pulls away to suck in a desperate breath. 

Dew grins up at him, shoving him back towards his bed. This is so much better than trying a promising strain of weed. Dew flashes his fangs at Mountain and kisses him again.

#mushy may #mountain/dew #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #my writing #the band ghost

[dont--letmebegone]

for the question one;

3: idr what this one is I'm sorry 😔

16: favorite movie?

and 20: height?

3. how many tattoos do you have and what are they? …..okay well i have so many that idk the count but here i go imma try and list them all (u didn’t know what u signed up for so buckle up): astronaut helmet with words ‘space cadet’, firefly, the word ‘sanctuary’ in my handwriting, a sun and moon line piece, magnolia flowers w/ LVI, lily of the valley, wildflower bouquet, snapdragon bloom, the words: “goner”, “truce”, “fear will lose”, “awake my soul”, “those who have suffered find where love hides”, “don’t paint me black when i used to be golden”, a coffin with the words “try to call for my bones”, a ufo with the words “leave the city”, a jar with space flowers, a snow white nesting doll, a gnome, a magpie, a crystal ball with crystals, the skeleton clique symbol, three red birds, the moana stone symbol, a mickey mouse mandala, a fox sleeping in flowers, a raccoon reading, a snake wrapped around a dagger, a sun and moon with stars, pinky promise with the words “holding on to you”, a violet, a flower with a mandala, HOLY SHIT I HAVENT EVEN - okay we’re still going - a butterbee, a butterfly, a skeleton moth, a cicada, a space dragonfly, a ladybug, some soot sprites, a pet portait of my first dog, a crescent moon, a rose with 8123, a hummingbird anddddd…. some forget me nots - okay you asked the question and i took on the challenge so uhhh…sorry?

[ironpaladont]

4, 22, 31 for the 3 things asks 💕

4. 3 topics you'd love to learn more about

Any language tbh.. I can read french but I am horrid at speaking or writing in it. I'd also like to work on my spanish and japanese.

Sewing! I just started trying to sew and its so hard. I wanna learn all the cool fancy techniques people can do and I wanna make cool custom plushies.

Writing. I can write but not at the level I wish I could. There's so many techniques and things I could learn and apply to my writing. Someday I will write and post ffxiv fanfics but that day is not today.

22. 3 movies/books/tv shows that made you cry

ok fine i wont list video games for this lol

Clannad, Grave of the Fireflies, A Thousand Splendid Suns

31. 3 types of flowers you love the most

Snapdragons, Sunflowers, Lilies

#rai's ramblings #ask rai #celeryw #thank youu #i meant to answer this last night but i got distracted

[ecceterica]

House in space, green. courage the cowardly dog energy. Retrofurism. Feeling warmth in back right of throat, interlinks between deep childhood thought and current mood. Fields, moist, vivid, butterbread, betty sink blue plaid, silver tv. Barbie desktop game. Allision purple sparkles. Misty fields, dew, trampolines, pale yellow blankie, soft pale pink cursive lettering. Gameboy. Purple sparkle, hamtaro game, blisters. Gravel for cheerleading, shaky knees, lip gloss, butterfly blue, praying mantis, ceiling stars, chlorine,sunburnt cheeks. Perfume in a tiny coconut. Hot baths. The christmas village, the feeling of cotton snow, britney spears perfume. Wax hands. Eevee. Days at ellens drawing on ms paint. Summer time family reunions. The saltville gym floor. Feather boas. Abbys house roleplaying. White off the shoulder tops. Soffees and rainbows

Constellations in the blue room. Eris. Dinosaurs at pams shop. Snapdragon fights and stapler remover dragons. Cold air by the koi pond and the fog fountain at Aunt Barbs. The golden roof of the capitol building. Wsshingtonn dc botsntical garden, charging of the guard. Layer cake at rons house. Wet deck floors. Buttercups and dandelions. Ham hams. Plastic dinosaur kit from smithsonean. Mermaid. Chlorine. Fireflies. Tiki torches. The basement. Birthdays at ron and ellens garage. Band camp dew. Rocks. Rivers by tiny bridges. Fairies. Barbie swan lake. Rapunzel. Woodshop. Bridge builder in the computer room. Halea engineering game. Back scratches from ellen. Tinas house. Silver bouncy ball. Carpet. Aunt debs lake house. Major payne. Sammy. Gravel. Lucy. Aliens. Ufo saucer toy. Gatlinburg stones. The aquarium. Pigeon forge with ellen. Discovering marilyn monroe. Wizard of oz. Neopets. Webkinz. Abbys bedroom. Haleas room on college. Omegle. Space stories in english. Miss hatfields room. Jello covered grapes. Wiccan summers. White filigree crop tops. Amber Lusk. Tv static. The virgin suicides. Savannah Georgia. Andrea Brooks. Trialer. The exorcist. Jesus worship cards. The brown lady. Wolves in the window. Fossils from donny. Catching tadpoles. Claire's makeup box. The lassie dog. Dust. Octoball. Tennis ik tazewell. The lake. The diary. My heights on the doorway. The log benched by the ditch. Making potions. Ron and ellens intercom. Ellen at the nail salon. Suicune and blue sparkles. Misty Heard. The freezer. Trips to DC. Hot tea. Green sweter. Plaid vans. Sand in a bottle. Field days. Pokemon shadows on game cube. Tyler Malimasura. My first bike. Crayons in dads truck. Fishing at the dam. Grundy trailers. A basset by the river. Pokemon pearl. Bridge to terabithiam. Magic dragon book, barnes and noble. The blue girl game system where yoi were a teenage highshool student. The princess diaries. Blue jeans and flip flops. Stevens farm. Old farm buildings. Straight bangs. Headbands. Bilbao. Red lipstick. Pearls. Iqras basement. Getting henna. CoD with Destiny. Halo Reach and Skyrim. Carpet burn. Watcging the grinch in summer. Ron haunting the back patio. Burkes Garden. Underground church. The locker room. Bobby pins and donuts. The band bus. Wet rainsuits. Electric tape and a teal flag. Muddy feet. Justins football gsmes. The pool with wet feet and nachos. Sunburn. Praying to aphrodite. Church with betty. Meg and Robbie. The smell of a river. Nick Poe in the creek. Nate singing to me. The eclipse. Amanda Misak. Heartache. The scratch of a blade. Sneaking in cigarettes and throwing them out the bug. Twilight. Motocrosses. Floating in the sea. Black and white. Wolfman. Daybreakers. The ipod. The idog. Church with Ellen. Mints. Olive Garden chocolates. The cruise. Bobcats by the playground. Muddy feet and lookout towers. Puddles in the back alley. San Juan de Luz. The first time in basque mountains. Sleeping in the sun. Avril Lavignes best damn tour. Light tag at the highschool. Williamsburg sunburn. The carpet of mrs stacys room. Jail calls in the summer. Rehab in tazewell. Watching him find a beat again. Crystal growing and swarovski butterflies. Hot chocolate and deep fried oreos. Band comps.

[gardensofprose]

Outside the Window

This is my first time writing creatively since elementary school. My goal is to write a little bit each day and develop as I go. As a creative perfectionist, I love to create beautiful ideas but never fully allow myself to follow through and my goal with this writing is to just put out something, anything. I will not allow myself to critique to the point where I become paralyzed moving forward and just delete it all. I enjoy daydreaming and I enjoy writing my daydreams down. That's all. :) Here's my first story intro...

It takes a brave soul to look out the window and into the dark. Terra knows this and knows she has always been the kind of girl that needs to see things for herself. Her grandmother would say it has lead her to seeing too many things. Things like the Stelerak, but Terra would never tell her grandmother about that encounter.

The moon is at her peak in the sky but only showing a sliver of her face tonight. The shadows love to dance on nights like this. Terra climbs out from under the warmth and safety of her covers and crosses the cold, wooden floors to the other side of the single-room cottage. Each wall holds it's own window. "Tonight", Terra thought. Tonight it would be safe to just glimpse a peak. The Snapdragons she planted three months prior finally bloomed and the faint buzzing of the fireflies let her know there must not be any danger too close to the surrounding woods. She walks up to the window, with her eyes gently shut. She takes a deep breath in, holds for three seconds and when she lets out her breath, she opens her eyes...

Terra still remembers living in a time when the clocks moved. Before she was sent to this other side where all things dreamt travel to. After her crossing, it was a magical place. She could fly, she talked to cats, the friends she made had pointy ears and the smell of fresh baked apple croissants wafted through the windows. However, that was many months ago. She knew her world on the other side had been experiencing the beginning of what theorists were calling "The End" but nobody ever seemed too worried so she didn't pay it much mind. With the things being sent through the windows lately, she guessed many peoples reoccurring dreams had become permanent nightmares'. For many months, Terra took it upon herself to welcome magic into her new lands by looking through the windows. She quickly learned that eyes are the key to unlock the passage that sends dreams through the cabin windows and into her world. Every night she would shuffle between the 4 windows, choosing the one she felt most called to.

One particular night, she learned that there are no limits to what can be sent though the window. Dreams pass as energy then materialize only somewhere in this other side. Terra had to learn the hard way that just because she doesn't see something pass through doesn't mean nothing came to pass. This was the same lesson that taught her there is no dream too big. The next morning she awoke to an erupting volcano and had to flee until the cottage could be righted. After this, she told herself to avoid any and all natural disasters she would keep the gates closed and only look through the windows in an emergency. However, tonight her pressing curiosity felt urgent.

… When she opened her eyes, she inhaled a sharp breath as a gust of wind knocked her onto her back. Standing over her was a tall figure shaped like a man. She had never seen a person pass through. She only knew how she got here and the people who called themselves fae who were already here when she arrived. This man looked different. The fae she knew had light features but this man radiated eternal dark. His shadows seemed to hover behind him like personal bodyguards. He leaned down, reaching out a hand and in a soft yet raspy voice said, "It's coming, we have to run."

[libidomechanica]

But denied

But denied, “insult but suspects grey of measured the best wakes the inter by thine, and never we want of the tender-ship, and let a sing   could be the might feel said Ida story of Aurora had a husband doesnt hard to wait that which kind, with honours, property, and fail, shunned with one make out for evil; rejoice influence and stiff an arithmetic needs let the treat?

And cheek and ever, you made by bare,   or (as was a Friar,   the times religious   upon earth, euer shadow warm in slumbers, beholders are up an act this pole,” and in muck beat with not to die a judgment.   Me as the worlds name, and waft a strange again, she the flowers over; me no one studde, has been a mouse,   or its mellowing rose, and some quince, with eager nose:   a sudden with a Muezzin undering also are mixd with each eyes o sweet Adeline alone. Or howeer   kindless and weep my oblation,   at fifty love for the gifts its must to lightly hard upon my sire, wave of ice, and wings) and all Cupids dark and potion, and the irregulated but whether sland when the echoes dreams with fireflies.

“Love is no blood bound, on like mine, those never people quick, an” its a fascination;   at which grew still thy Impressing   all out! If you snapdragon, sent clambent makes the limity!   How many thigh and there weight a served the spied into warble, cursing son of life, drains and give? I stay say he must four when plain women, a melon paring—which he hall was just ensure; and veil, thou, being monk is will sighed soul,   had been began:    And can high woods with her self-communion never of court, I

  and gowan lurking in that hearts,—the breeze in your laws brough shall join thy lawns favour! love not keep throat and left me no further senses us though the written away.

The kiss which Baba vanisht with her repose:   a monument will cheer, a name, then he blade.

“The might of thoughts were   a sponge disowned, too much; for a clouds deignd; but what his lately reader. There, would refused all the display, how bragly it be.”

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #143 texts

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

(Hope this sends, my stuff has been getting eaten a lot lately.)

Tubbo’s first warning to his brothers is always the same. Don’t let the past devour you. 

Tommy knows their bodies aren’t immortal even when their lifespans give Gods and Dragons a run for their money. Their souls though? Tommy has always been War the same way that Tubbo has always been Death. That’s something tied their very existence in a way no creature he’s ever met could sever. Some have tried.

While it isn’t a given or a promise, sometimes memories of older version of himself visit him in his darker moments. He can remember people challenging former Wars in hopes of becoming the new War. They hardly made it moments before they inevitably found their place in Tubbo’s arms. Tommy was War. Always War, but not always Tommy, and there was a comfort in that. He was permanent and yet impermanent. He still felt like and knew that those older Wars were him. Sometimes grasping at their memories and watching them play out in a first person vein. Yet, he also knew he was more and something special. 

A little fragment of humanity. That was the part of him that was Tommy the same way Pestilence had a fragment of Ranboo and Famine had a fragment of Purpled. Tubbo was less a fragment. Tubbo always remembered the most, but almost seemed to be the least Horseman of them all.

A wisdom came with being Death. An understanding that allowed him to gracefully walk the line between Immortal and Mortal in a way that the other three were still too young to understand. Changing, but changing at his own whims. Pulling on the aspects of older Deaths like facades and masks while always somehow being Tubbo underneath them in a way that Tommy surely hadn’t mastered. One day he wanted to, if only so Tubbo didn’t seem so alone.

With that wisdom came a knowledge. Don’t let the past consume you.

It was such a simple warning but it had led to a terrifying experience when they were younger. It was Purpled who first realized what it meant. When they were children, still without understanding of themselves but too much understanding of the world, they traveled together. They were only around eight when Purpled saw farmers burning their own crops. Oranges, Tommy remembered. Just because there was  an excess that would drive the price down. Purpled could feel the gnawing hunger of those nearby with too little while these farms burned what they had that was too much. Just to maintain a price.

Purpled was the first one to ever be “lost” to one of his Older Selves as Tubbo had described it. Purpled’s eyes had glazed over and he’d ruined the soil. Left it barren and unable to produce for years there after. Gave them true Famine. The scary part was how Tubbo had called him a different name. It was Purpled, but it wasn’t Purpled. This was someone who Purpled had been and to a degree still was.

Sleeping, that’s how Tubbo had described their older selves and their older memories. Once upon a time Tubbo’s older selves were allowed to sleep. But there had been a tipping point because there was always a tipping point. Tubbo was whole in a way the others weren’t, and Tommy pitied him for it considering the way Purpled’s expression had twisted up in disgust and grief the moment he was back to normal. Dry heaving and whimpering as Ranboo rubbed small circles on his back and whispered words of encouragement to the second oldest.

Tommy had caused Tubbo wondering aloud, probably to a spirit or ghoul, if any of his siblings were close to tipping over to that point of Wholeness. Tubbo had said it with such a grief and understanding, as though there was something else he wasn’t saying. Tommy hoped he never became Whole. He could deal with older Wars being wildly different than him. He could handle being the only peaceful War of the lot. He could swallow down his fears and eventually go to sleep with Ranboo and Purpled while Tubbo continued to follow their future selves, all the while grieving for the people they’d once been and he’d probably never again get to meet. Tommy could deal with that. He just didn’t want to understand why Tubbo said the word Wholeness with such a bitter and mournful tone. 

Tommy didn’t want to be devoured either. He was a rarity, according to Death. So were Ranboo and Purpled apparently. Horsemen who rejected their mounts and walked if only to spare those around them the ache and the hurt of their thunderous trot. Tommy feared the fact he could so easily be devoured by the older Wars. That he was a part of a minority. That there would come a day where the fragment of War that was called Tommy wasn’t the one in control.

He never even realized how easy it was to hit that point until Doomsday where he stood and watched a slaughter. Not a war but a slaughter, and a choir of emotions surged up in his chest. They weren’t voices. Each humming feeling couldn’t be a voice because it was him who ringed with anger and it was him who hummed out grief. The funeral dirge inside his chest is what finally made it all piece itself together. It was what made the youngest horseman realize the plights of the oldest, as each and every older War fell into step and line not with War itself but into a general consensus with Tommy. 

Doomsday was a slaughter. An insult to every war that had ever been. Even with their bloodthirstiness, he realized they had still been Tommys. Doomsday was a slaughter. An insult against War’s honor. A bastardization of him created by mortals to ease their hearts when they realized they’d done wrong. That was fine. If those who brought Slaughter called for War, then Tommy, not War but Tommy who was War the same way that Tubbo was Death, would bring them a real one. 

~Snapdragon & Firefly

#dream smp #dream smp au #children of the apocalypse au #tommyinnit #tubbo #purpled #ranboo #submission #snapdragon & firefly #ooh this is good

[creweemmaeec11]

Pet names to use instead of "Darling,"

Got tired of always using either "kitten" or "darling" so I came up with some more and decided to share ♡

Doll

Sugar

Dear

Honey

Kitten

Peanut

Sugarplum

Teacup

Boo

Love

Lovely

Sunshine

Button

Perfect

Good lookin'

Snapdragon

Romeo

Buttercup

Gorgeous/Handsome

Angel

Matchsticks

Pumpkin

Cupcake

Sweetheart

Eye candy

North Star

Fruit cake

Muffin

Jelly bean

Dragonfly

Mouse

Cherry Blossom

Firefly

Sweet Cheeks

Honeysuckle

Dumpling

Dream Boat

Bumble bee

Butterfly

Lady Bug

Casanova

Shutterbug

Angel Cakes

Pretty Boy/Girl/One

Sunbeam

Angel Face

Monkey

Chipmunk

Chickadee

Mocking Jay

Golden Boy/Girl

Solar Flare

Sparrow

Bunny

Buttercream

Cutie Pie

Lamb Chop

Hot Stuff

Baby Doll

Carebear

Babe

Kit-kat

Honeybun

Pudding Pop

Sunflower

Roses

Flower

Bluebell

Cinnamon bun

Sweetie Pie

Puppy

Pussy Cat

Dearie

Gum Drop

Princess/Prince

Lollipop

Bear Cub

Teddy Bear

Robin

Pancake

Bluejay

White Knight

Gingersnap

Sundail

Dove

Starlight

Dew Drop

Cuddle bug

Sparks

Peaches

Sweet pea

#writers #writers block #writing #writing prompts #writer problems #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing tools #writing tips #hero x villain #pet names

[mismaeve]

→ Day 6 of February Writing Event 2022

↳ Lillies of the Valley, Thranduil x Fem!Elf Reader, fluff + spicy-ish, a drabble February Writing Event → over the top romantic gestures Word count: 1.6k Tagging my beloved @tharan-duil Gif by @magical-warlock, divider by @firefly-graphics

Y/N had heard many a talk and many a rumor of the king’s generosity, yet nothing could have ever prepared her for what their newly begun courtship would entail. At the same time, Y/N couldn’t truly grasp why she found herself being surprised by his romantic gestures. Thranduil excelled at everything he did, therefore it would only make perfect sense that he would also excel at wooing her. If anyone in all of Arda and beyond was capable of grand gestures, it was the king of Mirkwood himself.

From the very conception of their courtship, Thranduil had begun showering his love interest with the most exquisite of gifts and gestures.

“You’ve told me of your fondness for lilies of the valley,” he had started innocently enough with a simple inquiry of her favorite flowers. “Are there any other flowers which you fancy dearly?” Thranduil had asked matter-of-factly while the two of them had taken an afternoon stroll in the gardens of Mirkwood.

“While lilies of the valley are the ones most precious to my heart, I also love bluebells, snowdrops, snapdragons and orchids,” Y/N had replied after having a moment’s pause to think and recall her favorite blooms. Thranduil had only hummed at her mentions of the different flowers she adored and cherished, not giving away his intentions for asking.

That had been their last walk through the gardens, for the very next day Thranduil had informed Y/N that the gardens were, as of that day, completely off limits due to a rather unfortunate infestation of venomous snakes. He apologized deeply for the inconvenience it would cause her, alas he had deemed the situation unsafe for someone as important as Y/N. As odd as it had seemed at the time, she hadn’t questioned his decision and therefore had kept herself indoors until any further notice provided by her king.

Weeks had gone by before Thranduil had extended her the invitation for a stroll in the gardens. Pleased to hear that the gardens were once more safe, Y/N had eagerly accepted his invitation to go for an afternoon walk. Upon their arrival to the gardens, she could immediately tell that something was different. There were seas of lilies of the valley surrounding the curving stone pathway for as far as the eye could see. Among the sea of white, delicate blooms, she noticed patches of blue where the gardeners had planted bluebells beyond count. The further they went, the more of her favorite flowers she noticed. Tall and colorful snapdragons had been placed in circular patches surrounded and tucked in by rows of snowdrops at their base. The air around them was filled with the sweet scent of lilies of the valley, making her feel almost light-headed. Y/N’s steps had slowed until they had come to a complete halt as she turned to look at the king.

“You’ve planted all of my favorite flowers,” she had meant it as a question, but it had come out as a mesmerized statement instead. Thranduil had smiled at her reaction, his hand that wasn’t holding hers, going to rest upon her delicate cheek.

“Am I to understand that you are pleased, my sweet one?” he hummed his question as his fingers traced her cheek with a feather-light touch.

“I can assure you, my king, there are no words fit to describe the joy I am feeling,” she confessed shyly, overwhelmed by his thoughtful and sweet beyond measure gesture. Had he mentioned earlier that he wished to incorporate her favorite blooms into his already immaculate gardens, she would have expected maybe a patch or two, a few flowerbeds at the very most, dedicated to her favorite blooms but not an entire garden for as far as the eye could see.

It hadn’t stopped there, however. As their courtship continued, so did the gifts. Thranduil had ordered his favorite and most skilled seamstresses to craft her gowns of true beauty and grandeur. Each morning Y/N awoke to a neatly wrapped parcel that had a note attached to it, written in his immaculate handwriting were poems and verses of old songs that spoke of love and beauty, and devotion. Each parcel contained a new gown made of the most exquisite fabrics and patterns, of carefully selected colors to compliment her complexion and the color of her eyes. Every little detail was accounted for and well thought out, nothing appeared to have been left to chance. The gowns were of a large variety as well. There were ones meant for more casual and everyday use, and gowns fit for feasts and other royal occasions which called for more elegant attire. Soon enough, Y/N was forced to admit to the king that her wardrobe could no longer accommodate his extravagance for the sheer lack of space.

“I feared it might come to this, so I have arranged for you to be moved to larger chambers,” Thranduil had descended the steps to his throne with a knowing smile.

“New chambers? My lord, I fear your gesture, as grand and thoughtful as it may be, is misplaced,” Y/N had made a feeble attempt to protest but it had been in vain, for Thranduil had only shaken his head in amusement and chuckled softly.

“Nonsense, meleth, someone of your stature and importance demands for suitable and station-appropriate rooms, wouldn’t you agree?” he had raised his eyebrow at her while his hazel-blue eyes had captured hers. Y/N had felt the warmth rise within her, flushing her cheeks and speeding up her breathing. Could she have really expected anything less from a king who merely ached to share his riches and splendor with the one he fancied above all else? Y/N had recalled all that he had bestowed upon her, jewels and marvelous gems made into exquisite rings and necklaces. Countless intimate suppers surrounded by dozens of candles and a musician of Thranduil’s choice to play all her favorite songs while they dined. Dozens of late evenings where they would drink the richest and oldest of wines while reciting their favorite verses from poems of old. The white mare that he had bought from the best horse-masters of Rohan to be her loyal companion and friend. It was almost impossible to list all that the king had gifted her with for his generosity knew no bounds.

“You are generous beyond any measure, my lord,” Y/N had moved to bow her head and offer the king a curtsy, yet before she could, his fingers had grasped her chin gently, nudging her to lift her head and face him instead.

“There is no need for such tedious formalities,” he murmured as his fingers went to clasp the side of her face. The tedious formalities, as he had called them, had always been the appropriate protocol for everyone living under his rule, and yet when Y/N looked into his eyes, they told her of his need to have an equal, a partner who would see him beyond his royal stature. His eyes expressed his aching need to have someone he could be passionate with, someone who wouldn’t waste their time on something as trivial as a curtsy. Someone to love and cherish.

“May I?” the question left her lips in a whisper as she raised her hand between them, indicating her intention of touching him. Thranduil closed his eyes and gave a subtle nod while his fingers ventured into her hair until they found the nape of her neck and settled there. Y/N’s hand went to carefully remove his flowery crown, taking care not to drop it by accident, she lifted it off his head and allowed her hand to drop to her side, her fingers holding onto the intricate symbol of his position as king. Thranduil’s eyes had opened upon feeling the removal of his crown and were now watching Y/N with curiosity. She placed her free hand on his cheek as she felt him place his on the small of her back. Slowly, she was leaning in, her eyes leaving his to glance briefly at his inviting lips before she found his gaze again. Thranduil slowly turned them both around and took a couple of steps down the stairs which led to his throne, leaving them now at equal heights.

“No more formalities?” she breathed out quietly, their faces only mere inches apart, allowing her to feel the scent of him. He smelled of the forest and the moss and the trees that grew there, he smelled of the fresh and invigorating spring air, of flowers in bloom that filled the gardens he had made for her.

“No more formalities,” his reply was a whisper that lingered in their shared air, letting her know that she could do as she pleased. They leaned into one another almost simultaneously, their lips meeting at long last after weeks and even months of courtship. Their kiss was slow and sweet at first, almost as if testing where their boundaries lay and how much they were willing to explore before it consumed them. But when Y/N parted her lips to welcome him further, he pulled her close and responded with a fierce need to be even closer still. He took the upper hand almost instantly as his tongue invaded her mouth and laced with hers in a seductive dance that made Y/N feel weak in her knees and her heart skip a solid beat. She tangled her fingers into his long hair as their kiss grew deeper and more passionate, exploding in their mutual desire for one another.

As such ended her courtship with the king of Mirkwood. There was no longer any need for him to try and woo Y/N for her love was already his. In the end, despite his grand gestures and extravagant gifts, she had been the one to bestow the greatest of gifts upon him. She had given Thranduil all of herself, every inch of her body and soul she had given him thus ending their courtship in his royal chambers where they had become equals, tying themselves to each other in the most sacred of ways.

#thranduil #thranduil oropherion #thranduil x reader #thranduil x y/n #the hobbit #tolkien #tolkienverse #thranduil of mirkwood #the king of mirkwood #thranduil fic #thranduil fluff #king thranduil #fotfics #thranduil fanfiction

[pandoa]

~Flower Prompts~

→ → you may choose up to two prompts for each request!!

Sunflowers ~ “my heart is yours, just as the world is the sun’s”

Tulips ~ “so what if i’m in love with you?! is that so wrong?”

Peonies ~ “would it be too much…to ask for you to stay?”

White Carnations ~ “i like you! is there really a need for anything else?”

Chrysanthemums ~ “hey, it’s okay…you can trust me”

Daffodils ~ “please…just hold me”

Daisies ~ “it’s our little secret, alright?”

Hyacinths ~ “i bet you can’t do it” “well, i bet i can” “no way—it’s impossible” “fine, i’ll kiss you if you’re wrong” “hey—wait, i wasn’t ready yet!”

Irises ~ “please do not hide away…i mean no harm”

Lilacs ~ “you are my first. allow me to be your only”

Lilies ~ “beauty shines its best when worn with your confidence”

Red roses ~ “i’m afraid your existence in my life has tremendously done wonders to my racing heart. i may have to ask for yours in return”

Anemones ~ “just take my hand. don’t you dare second guess yourself”

Narcissus ~ “forgive me for being envious, but i must be selfish for just this once” 

Cherry blossoms ~ “your imperfections are what make you simply irresistible”

Asters ~ “i am willing to wait. i will remain by your side, loyal only to you”

Bluebells ~ “be careful with your words. i might mistake your kindness for something more meaningful”

Yellow pansies ~ “they love me, they love me not. they love me, they love me n—” “what are you doing?” “GAH!”

Gardenias ~ “shhhh! they must not know you are here”

Violets ~ “if only this dream would never end”

Plumerias ~ “run away with me”

Sweet peas ~ “come here…lay with me. you need to rest, dear”

Freesias ~ “you’re an idiot” “no, i’m not” “i hate you” “love you too”

Zinnias ~ “i miss you” “you just saw me, silly” “and? i wanna see you again so come back~”

Hydrangeas ~ “i would do anything if it was for you”

Snapdragons ~ “this can’t be real…it feels too good to be real. tell me this is all a dream before i start believing”

Baby’s breath ~ “promise me it’ll be forever”

Forget-me-nots ~ “even when your body turns old, gray, and worn, i will be yours for eternity”

Gerbera daisies ~ “come back and let me hug you~"

Primroses ~ “i loaf you very much” “oh my god” “you’re a berry kind person” “no, stop” “there’s so mushroom in my heart for you” “ENOUGH WITH THE PUNS—“

~Themes~

→ → you may choose any of these themes for your request or create your very own~

♥ enchanted forest ♥ ballroom waltz  ♥ starlit skies ♥ by the sea ♥ rooftop view ♥ by the gardens ♥ castle grounds ♥ comfort of home ♥ field of fireflies ♥ the balcony  ♥ in the rain ♥ childhood playground  ♥ fireworks display  ♥ lively festival  ♥ sunrise or sunset  ♥ … or request your own!

#blossom grove prompt event #event #prompt list #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #i'll add more prompts later if many of these are repeated over the course of the event lol

[angstdragoncorp]

Welcome to the ADC!

Welcome to the ADC! Better known as the Angst Dragon Corporation. We’re a group of friends who met through MCYT and decided to make a Tumblr together in order to promote our works. Throughout this blog you’ll find a bit about us and our fanfiction. You can find our group archive here.

Please enjoy your stay!

Our Members

Snapdragon & Firefly

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#Intro post

[wisconsinwarlock]

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes? 

Aubrieta: Favorite drink? 

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about? 

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment? 

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month? 

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life? 

Hellebore: How do you show affection? 

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?  

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

Please and thank you 💖

Thanks for asking sweetie! ☺️💕

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?

I don’t really have any that I live by, other than “don’t be a dick”, but “no act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted” is growing on me.

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

The Jules Verne, late of the bar at Sushi Muramoto. It was my go-to beverage for an upscale night out, until the distillery making one of the ingredients stopped production. I asked about it when I didn’t see it on the menu, and they were nice enough to give me the recipe. I managed to find two bottles of the discontinued ingredient, so I make them for myself, and very special guests, now and again. I’ve got about 30-some drinks’ worth left.

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

Look up at the night sky and pick out a star. That far. A six-hour drive is a dawdle in comparison.

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

Raising my son into a better-than-merely-decent human being, though I had help on that one. For a personal achievement, generating new knowledge about how the universe works and getting a Ph.D. out of it.

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

1. I had a very lovely dinner out with my wife @sweetestdreamsofyou for my birthday.

2. A couple of days later I got to meet @sp00ky-p00ky in person for the first time.

3. A couple of weeks after that, I got to take a long weekend to spend in the company of both.

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

Not a comprehensive list, obviously, but:

1. @sweetestdreamsofyou

2. @sp00ky-p00ky

3. My son being a good person

4. Hot chocolate on a cold night

5. Music generally - playing bass guitar especially

6. My menagerie of pets (when they’re not destroying everything)

7. Having a job that allows for a comfortable life away from it

8. Traveling

9. Playing tabletop games

10. Fireflies in summer

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

With most people, big hugs, and I’ll remember those things you tell me about what’s important or meaningful or special to you. With special people, hand-holding and kisses (everywhere) and cuddles and nibbles and caresses (everywhere), and I’ll remember the details even after you’ve forgotten having told me, or even after you've forgotten that those details were special.

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?

For an instant-gratification physically-possible thing, for my nose to stop running and my head to clear up. For pie-in-the-sky wants - a comfortable early retirement and a teleportation machine.

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

The first time I met my high-school girlfriend was when my best friend had her along for the ride when he was dropping by to see how I was after having my wisdom teeth out. My cheeks were packed with gauze and I couldn’t keep my mouth closed enough to keep the slightly bloody drool in. I am surprised, in retrospect, that I had a high-school girlfriend at all. 😆

#personal

[tommyinnit-fic-recs]

Goodbye Said Through Wilting Bouquets by Anonymous (Part 6 of the Snapdragon & Firefly Fics series)

Tommy expressing his affection through flowers :)

Thanks!!

Here's the link:

Goodbye Said Through Wilting Bouquets by Anonymous [Rated T, 16325 words, complete]

The first person to teach him the meaning of the word love and how to express affection had been his best friend, who'd done such in a laughably simple way. Just one little flower. His family never taught him anything different, so that in the end was the only way Tommy's ever known.

#tommyinnit #fic rec #dsmp #read archived warnings #angst #complete #20k #anon #ask

[sabrinasgrimoire]

Elements Series: Fire Correspondences

Zodiac: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius Solar System: Jupiter, Mars, the Sun Season: Summer Time of Day: Midday Celebrations: Beltane, Imbolc, Litha Ogham: Ur Runes: Dag, Ken, Rad, Sigel Direction: South Energy: Yang Colors: Crimson, Gold, Orange, Pink, Red, White, Yellow Chakra: Solar Plexus Numbers: 1,3,9 Tarot: Judgement, Wands Trees: Alder, Ash, Beech, Blackthorn, Cedar, Cherry, Chestnut, Elder, Hawthorn, Holly, Horse Chestnut, Juniper, Laurel, Mesquite, Oak, Olive, Palm, Pine, Pomegranate, Rowan, Walnut, Willow, Witch Hazel, Yew Herbs and Garden: Amaranth, Anemone, Angelica, Basil, Carnation, Chrysanthemum, Dill, Fennel, Garlic, Goldenseal, Gorse, Heliotrope, Hibiscus, Holy Basil, Lovage, Marigold, Pennyroyal, Peony, Peppermint, Poppy, Primrose, Rosemary, Rue, St. John’s Wort, Snapdragon, Sunflower, Sweet Woodruff, Vervain Misc. Plants: Allspice, Asafoetida, Betony, Black Cohosh, Blessed Thistle, Bloodroot, Cinnamon, Cinquefoil, Clove, Coriander, Cumin, Deer’s Tongue, Flax, Frankincense, Galangal, Ginger, Ginseng, High John, Mandrake, Mullein, Mustard, Nettle, Nutmeg, Pepper, Thistle, Wormwood Stones: Banded Agate, Black Agate, Brown Agate, Fire Agate, Red Agate, Red Banded Agate, Snakeskin Agate, Amber, Ametrine, Apache Tears, Golden Beryl, Bloodstone, Orange Calcite, Red Calcite, Carnelian, Citrine, Red Coral, Diamond, Garnet, Hematite, Herkimer Diamond, Red Jasper, Obsidian, Onyx, Fire Opal, Peridot, Pyrite, Quartz, Rhodochrosite, Rhodonite, Ruby, Sard, Sardonyx, Serpentine, Smokey Quartz, Spinel, Staurolite, Sunstone, Tiger’s Eye, Topaz, Red Tourmaline, Tsavorite, Red Zircon Metals: Antimony, Brass, Gold, Iron, Steel Angel: Michael Goddesses: Aine, Amaterasu, Bertha, Brigid, Danu, Durga, Freya, Hestia, Kupala, Pele, Phoebe, Sekhmet, Spider Woman, Vesta Gods: Agni, Belenus, Brahma, Dionysus, Hephaestus, Horus, Inari, Indra, Khnum, Mimir, Nergal, Njord, Oerun, Prometheus, Vulcan Magickal Creatures: Dragon, Mermaids, Phoenix, Salamanders Reptiles: Lizard, Salamander, Snake Animals: Goat, Hedgehog, Horse, Lion, Porcupine, Ram, Tiger Birds: Crane, Eagle, Falcon, Heron, Macaw, Peacock, Quail, Robin, Swallow, Woodpecker, Wren Insects and Misc: Bee, Cicada, Firefly, Ladybug, Praying Mantis, Scorpion Ritual Tools: Censer, Wand Sense: Sight Principle: To Will Issues and Interventions: Action, Activate/Awaken, Ambition, Anger, Authority, Battle/War, Cheerfulness, Communication, Concentration/Focus, Confidence, Blessing and Consecration, Cirage, Creativity, Defense, Desire, Destruction, Divination, Energy, Faith, Freedom, Healing, Honor, Illumination, Influence, Inspiration, Intelligence, Intuition, Justice, Leadership, Life, Light, Love, Lust, General Magick, Dragon Magick, Defensive Magick, Sex Magick, the Mind, Motivation, Passion, Power, Protection, Psychic Ability, Purification, Purity, Purpose, Release, Revenge, Sex, Sexuality, Stimulation, Transformation, Truth, Warmth, General Weather, Lightening, Willpower

#fire #witchblr #grimoire