#raindrops snowflakes sunshine

[ladycatofwinterfell]

Raindrops, snowflakes, sunshine, part 8

Summary: Catelyn meets a northern boy in her algebra class during one of London’s many rainy days. Initially she doesn’t expect much, but this boy brings her a surprising amount of sunlight.

@leialannister and I discussed Scandinavian Starks and I realized I really wanted to write a fic so that’s what I did. Swedes depicted in media makes this Swede happy, and NedCat also makes me happy so why not combine it and publish him for everyone to see?

Happy one year to this! It’s my favourite!

It rained, but it wasn’t one of those light rains that Catelyn enjoyed so much. The sky had opened, and rain was pouring down. It was as if a giant and endless bucket had been emptied over London. And of course Catelyn had forgotten to bring an umbrella that morning.

She probably looked like a drowned cat when she opened the door to the building. She felt like she had stepped into the shower with her clothes on, and she could squeeze water out of her hair. Catelyn hadn’t squeezed water out of her hair after a rain since she left Ireland. London felt a little bit more like home when it rained, even when it was annoying and nothing but a bother.

When she reached the door of her home, Catelyn opened her bag and reached into it to take her keys out. Though no keys could be found. They had probably disappeared underneath all the other stuff she had in there, it wasn’t a problem. She thoroughly searched for her keys, and still she was met by nothing.

With a sigh she emptied the bag on the floor. They would definitely turn up if she just sorted everything out. But they didn’t. They fucking didn’t. Catelyn had forgotten her keys at home that morning. She hadn’t thought about them, Ashara and Cersei had been home when she left and therefore she hadn’t locked the door. But they weren’t home anymore. The only thing still in the flat was Catelyn’s key to get inside.

She was ready to cry. She could almost feel tears rising in her eyes. She didn’t have time for that. She really didn’t have time to be locked out of her own home.

With all her things still on the floor she took up her phone and called Ashara, who answered almost immediately.

“Hey, Cat” she said. “Do you need anything?”

“I was just wondering when you would be home” Catelyn said. “I left my keys inside this morning, so now I’m locked out.”

“I won’t be home for another three hours, at least. This is taking longer than we expected.”

She was helping Elia move into her new place that day, Catelyn knew.

“I’ll have to check with Cersei, then” Catelyn said, tried to sound like it didn’t bother her in the least.

Except for that it did bother her. It bothered her so much.

“If she can’t come home anytime soon you can come join us.”

Catelyn couldn’t claim to really want to carry furniture.

“That’s really nice of you, but I need to study.”

“Alright, see you tonight, then.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

Catelyn tried calling Cersei and was met by nothing. She was in a lecture, Catelyn realised when she looked at the time. Cersei wouldn’t be home in a long time, several hours. She couldn’t sit in the stairwell for several hours and wait for one of her flat mates to be home.

She had an idea, and pressed the screen before she could regret it. A few signals passed before he answered.

“Hello, Cat.”

She felt stupid when she started smiling just from hearing his voice. She really had to stop with that.

“Hi, I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Not at all, I wasn’t doing much anyway.”

To her own defence he did have a really nice voice.

“Are you home?” she asked.

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“Uhm, I’m locked out of my flat and Ash and Cersei won’t be home for hours. So I was just wondering if I could come over.”

For some reason she felt nervous about his answer. The worst she could get was a no. Then she’d just have to go down to a café or something instead, it wasn’t a catastrophe.

“Absolutely” he said. “I need to study so I can’t promise I’ll be great company, but maybe I’m better than sitting in the stairwell.”

She could hear from the way he sounded that he was also smiling. It made her warm inside.

“I won’t disturb you, I promise.”

“If someone’s gonna keep me from studying I would like it to be you.”

“Awesome, see you in a bit.”

“Bye.”

Catelyn had to stand still for a while and collect herself before she could begin picking up all her things from the floor so that she could leave. Notebooks and pens and a textbook and a thousand other things.

And the it was out into the hellish rain again. But it was somewhat easier when she knew that she would get to see Ned once she managed to reach his home.

It seemed like an eternity before she got there. She was a wet street rat, miserable and cold. She had tried to stay out of the rain as much as possible, but at certain points it had been impossible.

When she managed to get to his porch and took up her phone to text him that she was there she found that she already had a text from him. It consisted of nothing but four numbers, but Catelyn smiled when she saw it.

Bent over her phone so that it wouldn’t be destroyed by too much rain she quickly typed out a text.

I’m honoured to be trusted with the code

Then she pressed in the four numbers and a small green lamp let her know that she could open the door. What a victory.

She practically ran up the stairs to the third floors so that she would get some heat up. She hadn’t realised that she was shivering before she got inside.

“Oh wow” were Ned’s words when she knocked on the door and she opened.

He was quite good at hiding his surprise when it came to his facial expression, but his eyes gave him away.

“It’s raining” was all Catelyn could say.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I realised how much. Come on inside.”

“Give me a moment.”

She crouched down and took off her shoes before stepping inside and immediately placing them in the she rack so that she wouldn’t ruin his neat floor. It was enough with all the water that dropped from the rest of her.

“I’m so sorry” she said, feeling how her cheeks were heating.

She didn’t feel like a very good guest.

“You can’t control the weather, can you?”

“No, but I’m bringing all the bloody water with me inside, am I not?”

“I’m guessing you didn’t have much choice.”

“Stop being nice to me and just be annoyed” she sighed. “Please.”

All he did at that was laugh before going to sit at the kitchen table. Books and papers were spread out over it. Despite that it looked like a mess at first there was also some structure to it. It was almost unsettling.

It was nice to be back in the small flat. Even better was seeing Oden again. He was spread out on the couch and didn’t pay her any mind, just continued to peacefully rest.

“I’ve given up on excusing his bad manners, you know just how he is at this point” Ned said when he noticed how she looked at Oden.

“He’s the only dog I like, it’s fine.”

There was nothing to excuse. And also maybe she wouldn’t have continued talking to Ned at all if it hadn’t been for Oden coming to her when she was at the book shop.

“Speaking of nothing, do you have a hairbrush I can borrow?” she continued.

As she had been taking her shoes and her coat off her hair had fallen into her face. And when she tried to sweep it back she noticed that the heavy rain had made it very tangled to the point where she struggled to run her fingers through it.

“There’s one on the counter in the bathroom” he told her.

She would never again visit a person that didn’t have long hair. Thank God for both Ned’s hair and his hairbrush.

It was so incredibly hard to keep herself from poking around in the bathroom when she was in there. She wanted to know what he had in his cabinets. But she didn’t she just took the hairbrush and began doing what had to be done.

It was strangely intimate despite that he wasn’t in the bathroom with her. But the feeling of standing in his home, in front of his mirror, using his hairbrush to work through her tangled hair. She was surrounded by his things and he was just outside. If she poked her head out through the open door she would see him sitting at the table.

Maybe the rain wasn’t so terrible, after all. And maybe it wasn’t so bad that she had forgotten her keys at home that morning. Both those things had brought her to where she was at the moment, and it wasn’t a bad place to be.

“You’re a saint” she said when she left the bathroom.

While her hair was still damp it wasn’t tangled, and she was feeling like a completely new person. A better one than she had been a few minutes earlier.

“The requirements for sainthood must be terribly low nowadays” he responded, not looking up from his notes. “If all it takes is owning a hairbrush.”

“Do you know how many people that rules out?”

“I guess.”

Catelyn would have liked to sit on the couch, but there was a huge dog there. So she went over and sat across from Ned at the kitchen table.

“Do you want anything?” he asked. “Coffee? Tea?”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not a problem if you do want something.”

“I’ve already had coffee today, but thanks for offering.”

It was so stupid that she felt all cozy inside only from him offering her coffee. Everything about how she felt when she saw him or talked to him was stupid. There really was nothing special about him. Except for that everything was special about him.

“So if I tell you that I’m making myself some tea, do you still not want some?” he tried.

The hint of a smile that was on his face when he looked at her was unbearable. And also quite the look on him. Damnit.

“Are you trying to poison me or something?” she chuckled, trying to distract herself from his smile.

“If I had been trying to poison you I would have done so with the soup on New Year’s Eve. Now do you want tea?”

“Yes” she sighed.

“I unfortunately don’t have anything else to offer you, I’m really bad at making sure I have things at home.”

“And I don’t have any biscuits in my bag this time, but I think we can manage without it.”

While he started preparing tea for them she looked at all the notes on the table. Page upon page of both printed things and what seemed to be his own handwriting. It was quite neat, though somewhat pointy and far from perfect. It was clear they were purely for himself and not for anyone else to read.

It wasn’t all text, though. There were pictures, as well. Those she understood much better than the text. As she looked at it all she realised that some of them had been drawn by Ned. Ranging from messy sketches to finished drawings in colour.

“Do you draw when you study?” Catelyn said.

While doing so she took the liberty to reach for one of them so that she could take a closer look. The one she took was of a white house. It was a large house, seemingly two stories and an attic, with a large porch and high windows. It looked old, she would have guessed nineteenth century, but she wasn’t quite sure. It all was surrounded by tall firs. If she had been told it was an illustration from a fairytale she wouldn’t have questioned it, it was a beautiful drawing of a beautiful house.

“Not while I study, but it’s a nice way to clear the mind when I’m taking breaks. The one you’re holding now has been an ongoing project.”

She wished she could have drawn gorgeous things when she was taking study breaks.

“This one is fantastic” she said. “You said you weren’t good at drawing anything but people. You liar!”

There were so many little details in it. Light reflecting in the windows, wind blowing through the firs, a German Shepherd was resting on the porch.

“Once again I feel like you have incredibly low standards” he responded.

“I’m complimenting you, Ned, just take the compliment.”

He leaned against the counter after he had put on the kettle. When he did so he had his back to her so she couldn’t see his face. But she believed she knew him well enough at that point to know the expression on his face.

“That’s my parents’s house back in Sweden” Ned said instead. “I grew up there.”

Catelyn couldn’t help the chocked noise that escaped her.

“What?”

“Yeah.”

“This is where you’re from? Why the hell would you leave?”

She supposed that house wasn’t terribly different from where she was from, but it was larger. And absolutely gorgeous.

He glanced over his shoulder at her.

“What was I supposed to do? Stay there forever?”

“I would have.”

How was one supposed to leave a house like that?

“Not if you had my siblings, you wouldn’t.”

“How bad can they be?”

She had siblings. And they had absolutely driven her up the walls when she still lived at home.

“Well, you’ve already met Brandon, and together with the other two he’s ten times as insufferable. And Lyanna is Brandon, but a girl. Benjen is okay, though.”

The urge to curl into a ball when she heard Brandon’s name was strong. She didn’t want to think about Brandon, she wanted to avoid Brandon until the end of time. But that was very hard to do when she was with Ned. Why did they have to be brothers? Why had she even met Brandon in the first place? The universe was playing a cruel trick on her and she wasn’t in for the ride.

Though that definitely wasn’t the time to think about Brandon.

“When I talk about them it sounds like I hate them, I don’t, I’m sure you would get along well” he continued.

“If they’re even a little like you I think we would get along really well.”

She must have got along with Brandon at some point considering how it turned out, even if she didn’t remember it, so the other two couldn’t be that hard. If she ever got to meet them, that was.

“We share a surname, but that’s about it.”

“A shame.”

When he returned to the table he placed a mug in front of her.

“I should have asked about what you wanted, but I took a guess and made the same as last time you were here” he said.

Catelyn couldn’t have cared less about his assumption, it was the end that caught her interest.

“You remembered how I take my tea?”

She was more flattered by that then she should have been.

“Of course” he said and looked at her as if it was obvious.

He made a move to sit opposite to her, where he had sat before, but then hesitated. And sat next to her instead. Catelyn definitely wouldn’t complain about that.

“That’s very sweet, thank you” she said.

As he sat he accidentally moved aside one of the papers with his arm and under it was another drawing. As it was still partly covered she couldn’t quite see what it was.

“What’s that one of?” she asked, nodding towards it.

Ned frowned and looked down at everything before them, his eyes searching the table for what she meant.

“What?”

When she tried to reach for it so that she could show him he grabbed her hand to stop her.

“It’s nothing” he quickly said.

Catelyn had intended to keep trying to take the paper, but instead she froze right where she was. His hand was so warm against hers and despite that he had been trying to stop her he held it ever so gently. It reminded her of when he had been teaching her to draw. The closeness, the way her heart beat in her chest, the scent of his cologne and her hand in his. Though that time she had kept her eyes steadily on what they had in front of them. Instead of doing that she looked up at him, met his eyes.

For just a moment and against her will her eyes darted downwards. And she believed her heart skipped a beat when she noticed how he did the same thing.

Suddenly the air around her felt almost electric, and the silence was no longer comfortable, but something else. She didn’t know what that other thing was, but she could have touched it if she wanted to. And so she decided to just do it.

She began closing the distance between them, and to her delight he met her halfway. When their lips connected in a kiss she could feel her whole body tingle, all the way out to the tips of her fingers. It was as great as she had imagined it would be. And it got even better when she felt how he cupped her cheek with one hand.

When they parted she could feel her face heat and she imagined her grin looked kind of stupid. But it was hard to keep it away. Her whole body was butterflies.

And nothing got worse from seeing the hint of a blush on Ned’s cheeks behind the beard. She had waited so long for that, and it really had been worth it. So why stop there? Why not just push a little further?

“Would you maybe want to go on a date with me?” she got out. “I mean like a proper date, not a friend date.”

The moment of silence seemed to last an eternity. They just sat there, looking into each other’s eyes. She could only hope he had liked it as much as she did. And that he liked her as much as she liked him.

“I would love to go on a date with you” he said.

“You free on Friday?”

“If I have anything I’ll cancel it.”

Before she could respond to that his phone started ringing where he had left it on the kitchen counter.

“Men för i helvete” he muttered. “Excuse me for a moment.”

It was hard to deny the disappointment of their moment being interrupted. Suddenly there was not as much magic in the air anymore. Suddenly she was just sitting on a chair in his flat and watching him answer his phone.

“Hi, Nan” he said, and the irritation in his voice was very obvious “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

He leaned against the counter while he was speaking and Catelyn couldn’t claim to hate the sight of that. She really couldn’t. It didn’t seem entirely appropriate to focus on that, but it was hard to control her thoughts.

“No, I’m not alone” he sighed, raising one hand to rub the back of his neck. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Despite his initial irritation she believed she could see an amused sparkle in his eyes.

“Yes, yes, I’ll be down in a minute.”

Then he hung up.

“There’s an old lady living in the flat above mine, her name’s Nan and sometimes she has trouble getting her bags up the stairs” he explained. “I just need to go down and give her a hand, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Alright.”

At that point Catelyn didn’t really know what to do with herself. Why had she not started dating him earlier? Obviously he was the sweetest person to have ever set foot on the island.

The moment he was out the door she had her phone in her hands and was frantically typing in the group chat with Cersei and Ashara. Several times she had a full sentence done and then deleted it because it didn’t properly express what she was feeling. It was killing her, she would explode. In the end she kept it simple.

I kissed Ned

Or he kissed her. She didn’t know who had been kissing who, but they had kissed.

Not a second later a bubble popped up to indicate that Ashara was typing.

fucking finally

She didn’t know what she had expected, but that wasn’t it. Maybe she should have considering what Ashara and Cersei’s attitudes had been like from the very beginning.

Instead of acknowledging Ashara’s answer she dropped the second part of what had happened.

and then I asked him out

That time it was Cersei that responded.

if he didn’t say yes i will kill him

Catelyn smiled to herself as she responded.

we’re going out on Friday

She heard someone just outside the door and quickly put her phone down again, ignoring the buzzing that indicated that her friends had sent more messages.

To her great surprise it wasn’t Ned that opened the door. It was a small and very old woman dressed in a yellow raincoat.

“She’s pretty!” she said over her shoulder after she had looked at Catelyn.

“Nan, please” Ned’s exasperated voice came from behind her.

“Are you dating her?” Nan just kept going.

The initial surprise was entirely blown away, and Catelyn struggled to hold back a laugh where she sat. It was impossible not to smile though.

“I guess now he is” she said in Ned’s stead.

Nan’s face lit up at those words.

“Lovely!”

“Nan, leave Catelyn be.”

“I’m just trying to make sure you’re not lonely, lad” Nan responded. “You spend too much time with that dog of yours.”

As if Oden could understand them he raised his head and looked at Nan. Catelyn heard the rhythmic slaps of his wagging tail hitting the couch.

“It’s my dog, what am I supposed to do with him?” Ned asked.

“It’s a dog, you need human interaction.”

Catelyn liked Nan more and more for every passing second. Mostly because she didn’t seem to give a damn about what she was saying.

“You don’t need to worry, ma’am, I’m keeping him company” she assured her.

“Excellent, excellent.”

As Nan backed out Catelyn saw how she patted Ned’s arm before she continued up the stairs. Ned was carrying two bags full of groceries. They looked like heavy bags, how had the little woman even managed to get them from the grocery store?

“I’m sorry” he sighed. “I tried to stop her.”

“It’s fine” Catelyn smiled. “I don’t mind.”

They always seemed to get interrupted whenever they did something, she was used to it at that point. And worse things had happened to her.

#catelyn stark #catelyn tully #ned stark #ned x cat #my fic #raindrops snowflakes sunshine #the fave swedish boy is back to give you what you have waited for #in the middle of his country being cancelled #im sorry the rich are assholes i promise he is not

[hwatermelons]

unconventional gender neutral terms of endearment ^^

(mostly made this cause my drafts always have "baby" a million times and then i replace them lol)

- pretty (as in pretty girl/boy, but without the gender word attached) - starlight/my star, sunshine - honestly if you put "my" before anything it could probably work as an endearment - animals: firefly (got the idea from sufjan stevens), bunny, dove, mouse, hamster, hummingbird, penguin, monkey 😭, kitten (this one's kinda popular) - flowers: tulip, rose, sunflower, a flower that's special between your characters - fruits/vegetables: pumpkin, bean, mango, lychee, kiwi, peach, nectarine, apricot, berry(!!), blueberry, strawberry, raspberry, cherry, etc - sweets! a special weakness of mine is sweets from the person saying the endearment's culture. like if someone who was also indian called me their kaju katli i'd melt (but probably not laddu unless it's clear they're teasing and i get back at them 💀). maybe runs the risk of being cringey tho? honestly as long as it's from the sayer's culture and suits their personality it's fine - examples of sweets that don't belong to a certain culture: cookie, brownie - nature: snowflake, raindrop?? (i guess it works if your character has something to do with water), sprout, sapling

and here's some classic gn terms of endearment if your character's more into that: - darling (i see this as a perfect alternative to princess/prince) - love/my love - lovely/beautiful - baby/babe (can be used in both cute and teasing/suggestive moods) - angel (personal favorite of mine!) - dear (it's so "grown old together" vibes, i'm in love with this one for this purpose) - honey, honey pie, sugar, sweet(ie). honestly if they're used for s/os, it feels kinda old-fashioned. but for parent figures saying it to someone much younger that they care about, children or otherwise? (i'm imagining a southern (from america) beekeeper with no children or spouse of her own who sells her famous honey to buy food for the small army of orphaned children that shows up on her front porch every morning for breakfast. and these are the kinds of things she'd call them. perfection.)

#vega has thoughts #misc tags (don't look at these): #gn!reader #gn!mc #terms of endearment #enby #nonbinary #trans #transgender #writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing advice #writing help #writing tips #just writer things #writing problems #writer problems #writing #inclusion #inclusivity #gender neutral #words of endearment #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #fiction #imagines #kpop imagine #imagine #x reader

[kari-go]

Longg's nicknames

Since I've already done Longg here are some of the nicknames he'd use

Marinette- Droplet

Chris- Sunshower

Stephan- Frost Flower

Chloé- Sandstorm

Ladybug- Raindrop

Gato Noir- Hailstorm

Lion Blanc- Sunbeam

Prima Queen- Squall

Aurore- Polar Light

Kagami- Sea Breeze

Marc- Moonbow

Luka- Gentle Breeze

Juleka- Fog Bow

Alya- Cyclone

Tikki- Rainfall

Luxx- Sunshine

Plagg- Tornado

Xuppu- Typhoon

Bree- Jet

Voltt- Thunderstorm

Pyrro- Fire Whirl

Pinguu- Monsoon

Raii- Maelström

Bloom- Drizzle

Rotte- Crystal

Anurr- Watersprout

Fross- Blizzard

Borre- Snowflake

Grimm- Dusk

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous disaster au #longg #reference #kwamis

[twistedroseytoesy]

Types of weather they are

no good reason to make this. Just wanted to share what weather I associate with what twst characters. Started this at like midnight so honestly no idea where this came from.

Heartslabyul

Riddle: he gives the vibes of a distant thunderstorm. The dark grey Floyd’s coming closer with streaks of beautiful light brightening them for a few seconds. Scary, but beautiful form a distance.

trey: a nice spring day. Just after it has rained. The air is fresh and clean, and the flowers are dripping with sweet raindrops and nectar. The bright sunshine through the parting clouds.

cater: a warm summer day with clouds. The brilliant almost burning sunshine with a few large clouds to give relief for moments of fun. Warm and sometimes blinding but worth it.

ace: a windy, sunny day. Some like it, others don’t. Can be annoying when trying to walk against it and the wind likes to knock your hat off at times. Then again it’s wonderful to play in and fly a kite, being carefree as the wind blows your problems away for a bit.

Deuce: summer wind. A type of wind that can carry a sense of adventure, a type of wind that calls you to go out and do something! The type of wind that rolls along beaches in reckless abandon or gently ruffles one’s hair. A type of wind that can become violent and tear out trees, or help cool you down on a blazing day.

Savanaclaw

Leona: a dust devil. A raging pillar of wind and dust, sand or dirt. Usually alone and far from others if there is multiple. Something that can cause damage but usually is in a space where nothing will get hurt. A powerful force of wind, moving in a lazy track along a field or open space. The potential is there it just doesn’t do much usually.

Ruggie: playful spring wind. A type of wind that caries warmth with it. The smell of busy bugs and nature. The type of wind to swirl around buildings, creating swirling spots of trash and dust, sometimes carrying pollen to cover everything in its path. A playful wind that comes and goes as it pleases. Sometimes strong to give a push but usually just passing by.

jack: fall cloud cover. The type that you welcome on those evenings. The smell of winter on the horizon as the cold starts to come in. When the cloud cover comes it’s steady and strong for days, never raining, yet still provides enough light for the days. A blanket of warmth protecting your little spot until it moves on. Gentle and comforting, yet dark and gloomy to those unfamiliar with what it provides.

Octavinelle

Azul: snow flurries. Something so seemingly soft and sweet. Gentle snow and beautiful snowflakes. Easy to walk in and around with. Loved and adored around the holidays. Yet a flurrie can become harsh, with winds suddenly spurring and the soft snow fall now cutting and stinging one’s skin. Having to hide away from the sudden turn and conditions. Same with azul. He’s a gentlemen when respected but once crossed or once you break a contract that’s when things turn for the worst.

jade: blizzard cold and harsh, deadly to those unprepared or stranded in its grasp. Leaving behind a beautiful landscape of snow in its wake. Harsh winds and heavy snow cover everything in sight. Blinding yet necessary for the winter months. Helpful to cover and blanket the world in winter, but dangerous and beautiful. Does it’s own thing and nothing can stop it.

Floyd: a fucking water spout. Can appear near instantly over the turbulent sea. A roaring jet of a tornado over the water, dragging and throwing anything that gets too close. Powerful but rare near the shores. Beautiful in its chaotic nature, but short lived like Floyd’s mood swings.

Scarabia

Kalim: A spring time rainbow. This bundle of joy at NRC glows bright even when things look a bit down. Bringing smiles to others faces is what he thrives for and what better to do that than a rainbow right after it has rained. The sunlight shining off the glittering raindrops and refracting into beautiful colors.

Jamil: gentle fall rain. A type of rain that is hypnotic in how it falls so gently. Dulling the colors of fall for a spell. Lulling you to come out and join the falling water, to splash in the small puddles as the rain gently falls. The cold only seeps in one out of its gentle hold. Suddenly feeling frozen and stiff. Interesting in the moment but be wary of what might happen.

Pomefiore

Vil: moonbow. Not necessarily a type of weather but a beautiful and ethereal type of sky light phenomenon that seemed very fitting for his beauty. A rare glow of a full moon of off just enough water to create a faint rainbow, awing any who are able to see it on those clear nights.

Rook: fall wind. A type of wind that carry’s a chill of winter. That sheds the leaves off of trees as colors change. A wind that treads carefully along the wooded areas, rustling the very leaves it helps fall. A type of wind that follows but never pushes. Observes the world and flows through the forests to tell the tales of the time before it grew colder. Enhancing beauty at times and softly flowing around homes.

Epel: southern rain spurts. Being a southern speakin boy a common southern weather condition seemed fitting. His bursts of anger showering down on those who thought he was cute. Drenching those not prepared for the 5 minutes of buckets he’ll dump on them.

Ignihyde

Idia: heavy morning fog. A type of fog that is heavy, dulling the senses and enhancing fear and anxiety’s. A fog that makes one feel heavy and lethargic. It’s easier to stay inside when you can’t even see the world past 5 feet in-front of you.

ortho: winter sunshine. A bright and bubbly kind soul among the cold atmosphere of NRC. Blinding at times when one isn’t prepared for the glare off of the snow. But the glittering of the snow and the rays that shine through the snowy treetops. Makes one smile and want to watch the cold outside from the safety inside. Maybe go sledding with friends as the sun shines it’s dazzling cool rays on the frozen earth.

Diasomnia

Malleus: day lightening. A very rare and dangerous phenomenon. Yet when one is able to see it, it is beyond awe inspiring. The flash of light from seemingly nowhere is magical and bright. Making many afraid of its power. But to those who don’t fear it, will find so much beauty in how brightly it will shine despite the sun out and making other lights seem lesser. Even if it’s just once, it’s still enough to dazzle any.

lilia: a light lightening storm at night. Beautiful and bizarre. Flashing lightning across the pitch sky. The rain falling gently to a melody of the world and lightning casting crazy shadow that can scare or fascinate. For those who are up they can enjoy the storm from a roofed gazebo, feeling the ancient calm of a storm from a safe space.

silver: aurora borealis. Had to do it. This phenomenon happens often in the poles of the world. Only seen when the nights are open and cold. Beautiful swirling colors like that of a dream. Lulling you, caking you to join them in blissful floating among the sky. To dream of their vibrant colors and to swim in them in the sky of your dreams. A calming sky light for a calming and sleepy man.

Sebek: summer thunder storm. All bark not much bite. You’ll see streaks of light and hear the thunder but no lightning will show itself out of the clouds. Very loud but interesting weather.

Staff

Crowley: tornado. This man is a complete disaster waiting to happen. Causing chaos in his wake and laving others to pick up the mess. Very few times he actually is helpful to those he demands asks graciously for assistance. Causes havoc and mayhem at the best of times. Looks cool at least.

Crewel: light morning fog. A type of fog that seemed so heavy and thick it will never go away. But with patience and time it will evaporate to reveal a few covered wonderland. Gentle droplets covering every surface causing a crystal like shine from everything on those beautiful mornings. With patience and obedience, you can do great things and he knows that many have that potential. He rewards and punishes as he sees fit.

Trein: summer cloud cover. Biggest kill joy to any summer day. It can be nice to not be roasted by the sun. But for many the cloud cover threatens rain and ruins many outdoor plans of fun.

Vargas: wind storm. Strong gusts pushing one around, pushing those going with it to go faster and pulling those who go against it. A strong and dangerous weather type for a strong yet unstable dangerous coach. Pushing those in his class to just keep going no matter what.

Sam: night rain. Dark puddles of unknown depth, covered lights that require protection against the creeping darkness and limited sight. A rain that can be comforting or hostile. Kind or mean, a type of rain that can pick anyone up, wash away their cares for a moment. Gentle and alluring, but be wary of what the rain will bring.

Grim: fire tornado/ fire devil. Arson cat. Only happens when there is already a fire. He just makes situations worse most of the time. Causes chaos and is dangerous in most cases. Better hope you’ve got some good fire fighters/ yuu to calm him down.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanon #octavinelle #Scarabia #Pomefiore #heartslabyul #Savanaclaw #twst staff #staff #Ignihyde #Diasomnia #my stuff #my writing #don’t know where this came from #but I had a lot of fun with it! #only thought out the heartslabyul group at first

[orangfrckls]

My window, on the train

Happiness was watching the water that sparkled in the rice paddies. It was watching the waltz of dragonflies, how they dazzled in the golden sunshine like fireflies of the day. When raindrops kissed me as gentle as snowflakes or the sound of thunder, in the giant, hungry sky belly.

~Tos

#poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #poetry #yes #i wanted to jump off this train #multiple times to be honest

[pigeonheadsmumblngs]

The Space In Between.

i open like a flower

to that space in between.

where sadness falls away

and life begins again.

where raindrops can be felt

the sunshine can be seen.

my mind is still and pure

the air is fresh and clean.

i clawed my way out of

the old tired ravine

to mountains evergreen.

colors waken on all sides

new hues of blues and aubergine,

untying my restraints

i cut off all my strings.

my heart cracked open wide

to that space in between.

the only interval

i know that is serene.

no darkness looming there

no corner is unclean.

nothing to drag you down

no room there to demean.

only bright hope belongs

in that space in between.

The “space in between” is the blessed days I get only sometimes. The days where I can easily get out of bed and see light, and have purpose. The days where I can hear birds singing, feel the brush of a breeze on my skin…laugh with my family and mean it, go to the grocery store. The days when brushing my teeth and taking a shower are not seemingly impossible tasks. The “space in between” is where I think most normal people live everyday. But for me it only comes around now and again. A reprieve from my broken mind. I always hope, “this time it will stay!” But it is always fleeting, like a snowflake you hold in your hand. Please remember, if you are like me, there will be light again at some point. Just keep reaching and you will stumble across it one morning when you least expect it. And for everyone, remember to catch your joy and hold it tightly. Appreciate it, and spread it to others. For some of us, it is not as easy to come by, and even harder to keep.

❤️pigeon head~

October 2022

#smittenbypoetry #writerscreed #poeticstories #poetwhispers #spilledink #brokensoulsreborn #bitsofstarglow #mumblings #writeblrcafe #poetry #originalpoetry #inspireamuse #bipolar #love #broken #bravery #pigeonheadsmumblings

[gendersanciau]

Row 1: Gendersulegl and Genderplievgia Row 2: Gendernaiv and Gendertschajera 🌴🌴-🦩🦩-🌴🌴-🦩🦩-🌴🌴

1. Gendersulegl - a gender that is like the Sun floating across a blue sky. It is connected to sunshine, bliss, joy, pure happiness, colorful rainbows, the Sun poking from the clouds, puffy clouds in the sky, blue skies, and blooming flowers with bees on them. A part of the Genderstajon Collection.

2. Genderplievgia - a gender that is like gentle rain falling on the ground. It is connected to rain, raindrops, wet grass, glow from the Sun behind clouds, gentle pitter-pattering of the rain, and the color of the sky while it’s raining. A part of the Genderstajon Collection.

3. Gendernaiv - a gender that is like snowfall flying throughout the sky. It is connected to snow, snowflakes, small ice crystals, cold rain, chilly breezes, and the shoveling of snow from a frosted driveway in the middle of winter. A part of the Genderstajon Collection.

4. Gendertschajera - a gender that is like a cloud of fog floating over the ground. It is connected to fog over a harbor, mountain mist, rain, tall trees in the forest, dimly lit spaces, coldness, and the comfort that fog brings to a cold morning. A part of the Genderstajon Collection.

🌴🌴-🦩🦩-🌴🌴-🦩🦩-🌴🌴

#that sea was just a gambler at heart ; floro coins! 🌙 #i’m saving my coins up for jingling jane ; queued! 🌧️ #learned the language of the mockingbird ; genderstajon collection! 🦚 #mogai #pro-mogai #mogai positive #xenogender #mogai gender #mogaireal

[terrymusicph]

Sun or Snow

See me making my exit right now To walk out of this life I've known since I've known Leave this life behind and start anew Leave this life yet I will still love you

Regardless, I know That no matter how far Our destiny is intertwined I won't leave you behind

Seas and oceans apart To the skies I will go And I'll land with no one but myself

Seas and oceans apart But please always know That no matter where I am You are my only one, sun or snow

See me crying tears of yearning A sign of everlasting love I'll go for greener pastures this time And I will never go back, oh you know

But please always remember You've shown me love and truth With our destinies intertwined I won't leave you behind

You are the sunshine of my life A snowflake, one of a kind Raindrops that I will gladly soak in And love that will never ever fade

[retrorobosan]

Fair-Weather-Paint (Design name; subject to change)

#fair weather paint #rainbow colors #snow #snowflake #cloud #cloudy #rain #raindrop #sun #sunshine #original #designs #concept art #art #drawings #pattern #colors #symbol #icon

[apotatouwu]

Terms of Endearment: apotatouwu Edition

Kaedehara Kazuha, Sangonomia Kokomi, Albedo, Xiao x gn!Reader (separate)

My own headcannons for what they would call their s/o <3

• This will include the characters I will mostly be writing for •

Kaedehara Kazuha

Maple, snowflake, sunshine, (my) love, my muse, dear

Rarely uses your name ever since your relationship started

This man will not hesitate calling you something like "honeybun" or some cheesy af endearment while you're having a conversation with someone

he's such a dork and will find multiple ways of embarrasing you with cute nicknames in public

Raindrop or snowflake (depends on the season probably), sweetheart (in private)

Sangonomiya Kokomi

90% of the time she uses your name

You had to convince her that she can call you anything but your name aksgsjs

Even then, she still calls you by your name because "your name is cute/unique"

Albedo

Snowflake, love

Mostly uses your name

Doesn't really see the point in calling you something else since he thinks that your name is unique

I mean his name is literally the word that means reflected light/the light that is reflected/the 'whiteness' of something so

Xiao

Nicknames? Never heard of 'em

Only uses your name

Probably says something like "You mortals choose to call each other unnecessary names during these so-called 'relationships'?"

Loves it when you call him cute endearments though

he just doesnt say anything <3

sorry that it's short, i just needed to get this out so that i have a list of what terms they'd use for future stuff ajdvdjdbdj

i wanted to put some french ones since ones like "mon chéri/ma chérie" but i dont think any of them know it or whatever fontaine speaks :') (probably albedo tho abskdgdj)

#potato-writes #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #kokomi x reader #sangonomiya kokomi x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #genshin fluff

[ladycatofwinterfell]

Raindrops, snowflakes, sunshine, part 7

Summary: Catelyn meets a northern boy in her algebra class during one of London’s many rainy days. Initially she doesn’t expect much, but this boy brings her a surprising amount of sunlight.

@leialannister and I discussed Scandinavian Starks and I realized I really wanted to write a fic so that’s what I did. Swedes depicted in media makes this Swede happy, and NedCat also makes me happy so why not combine it and publish him for everyone to see?

Coming back to Galway had been great. And during her time there she had realised just how much she missed her family and Ireland. London was good, she liked living in London, but she truly was an Irishman at heart. And seeing Lysa and Edmure again had been lovely, things just weren’t the same without their annoying banter at dinner. The only thing she had missed was her mother. She had been dead for six years and still it always felt like something was missing when they gathered around the dinner table for Christmas. And Mom had been the only one able to stop Uncle Brynden and Dad from going at each other over nothing.

But overall the trip had been good. Refreshing, a breather. There was only one thing that bothered her more than she could say. And that was that on the plane back to London she had sat next to a man who very clearly should have stayed home, as he was sick. All the way to London he had been coughing, and he had looked like he had a fever. And she had felt nothing but intense hatred from that when the man sat down next to her to when she got out of the plane. It all had resulted in that Catelyn had caught whatever it was he had had.

So instead of going out for New Year’s Eve with Ashara and Cersei, she would be staying home.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Ashara asked for the hundredth time.

“I’m not dying” Catelyn chuckled, causing her to cough. “Just sick.”

Of course it sucked to miss going out for New Year’s Eve, but it wouldn’t kill her. And she didn’t want Ashara and Cersei’s night to be ruined just because she had got a seat next to some idiot. She was fine with staying home and watching Netflix on her own, that was okay too. Not her first choice, and she was a little bitter, but it could have been worse. She wasn’t dying.

“Call if something comes up” Cersei said. “I can’t promise that I’ll answer, but you can always try.”

“How nice of you, thanks.”

“I’m a considerate friend.”

“Absolutely.”

“Well you can text me or something” Ashara said. “I’ll respond when I see it.”

It stung a little more when her friends got ready to actually leave, all dressed up and pretty. While she was promptly seated on the couch under a blanket. She definitely wasn’t dying, but she looked like she was dying.

And when she heard the door close behind them she let out a sigh. For a long while she stared at the wall, tried to convince herself of that it was fine. She didn’t want to go to a New Year’s party. Not really. Except for that she did. She really wanted to go.

On top of all that she couldn’t even pity herself in peace. She had just began picking out a show to spend the night with when it knocked on the door. Who could that be? Probably Mordane, she was the only one who ever came knocking. But Catelyn really didn’t have the energy to deal with her at the moment, Ashara and Cersei could take that the next day. They weren’t sick and miserable.

So she stayed right where she was, made sure to be very quiet. How was Mordane supposed to get hold of her if she wasn’t at home? For all that hag knew Catelyn was out, just as Cersei and Ashara was.

A minute later her phone buzzed and she reached for it to find a text from Ned.

You gonna open the door?

She looked at the words on her screen. What? How did he know?

Catelyn debated just deleting herself when she realised how he knew. She didn’t know how, but she knew that she wanted to do it. Maybe she was running a fever, she could blame her stupidity on that.

She quickly typed out a reply and sent it before dragging herself up.

Give me a minute

While on the way to open the door she passed the bathroom. The door was open, and through the corner of her eye she happened to catch sight of herself in the mirror above the sink. And that wasn’t a person, that was some sort of cave troll.

She had to draw the line somewhere, and that was it. She couldn’t let Ned see her like that. Her hair was a disaster. It was no wonder considering she hadn’t touched a hairbrush in two days, but still it was the worst thing she had ever said. She found a hair tie and threw her hair up into a bun. It didn’t look very good, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And it was a little better than doing nothing at all with her hair. She still looked like shit, though.

Why had Ned decided to come that day? Why? Why why why why?

Then she opened the door, and found that it actually was Ned outside. What was he doing there? She had never told him her address? How had he found her? She had thought he was nice, but was she going to die after all? Damn. On New Year’s Eve, and all.

“I thought you’d never open” he said when he saw her.

“I thought it was my neighbour, but what are you doing here?” she said, not even trying to hide her surprise.

“Ashara mentioned you were sick and would stay home alone for New Year’s Eve, so I took pity on you and thought I would bring you some soup as I would be passing by this block anyway.”

Of course it was Ashara who had pushed Ned towards her. She would have to have a serious conversation about that with her, what was she doing? Well, Catelyn knew exactly what she was doing, she was trying to get them together but that wouldn’t happen. Poor Ned was just being a good friend, a pawn used in Ashara’s schemes. He deserved better. And she didn’t want to be seen by anyone but her roommates in the state she was in.

“You’re too nice for your own good, do you know that?” she said.

Ned reached into the bag he had been carrying. It was a handbag. It looked like a woman’s handbag. There was nothing wrong with a man having it, it just didn’t look natural on him. It didn’t look like he was comfortable holding it. Who did that bag belong to?

She knew that the blonde Swedish girlfriend they had talked about just after she had met Ned didn’t exist, he was single. And still her thoughts went in that direction.

The way she could feel her whole being sour at the mere thought of a girlfriend of his was humiliating. What about him was it that just brought out those things in her? How dared he?

“It’s just leftover soup” he said as he pulled out a container with soup.

Immediately her irritation was nothing but a memory, and instead she felt very touched. No one had ever brought her soup. And eating things other than ice cream and soup was really hard as her throat was awfully sore, so that was really nice. Her diet the previous days had consisted almost entirely of chicken soup that Ashara had been kind enough to make her and cough drops.

Like a street child in 19th century London she held out her hands and gratefully accepted the gift of a meal.

“You are a godsend, Eddard Stark” she said as she took it. “What kind is it?”

“Potato and leek. It’s my favourite.”

“Oh my god, I think I’m in love you.”

Immediately she froze. Slowly she turned her eyes up towards him to see him staring back at her. He was perfectly still, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide.

Why had she said that? What kind of idiot was she? And it wasn’t like it was the first time that she had said such a stupid thing. Over and over she said outright stupid things to him. There was just something about him that made her unable to think straight. She looked at him and every thought she had ever had disappeared. Why couldn’t she just be normal?

“Obviously I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just that… you know? I’m grateful for the soup, and I also like potato and leek soup and that came out all wrong. I… thank you for the soup. I really appreciate the soup.”

Catelyn had to draw a deep breath, that had come out a lot faster than she had intended. The deep breath caused a coughing fit, which didn’t exactly make the situation better. She had to turn away from him.

He waited until she had managed to stop coughing before smiling.

“I’m sorry, but you said ‘soup’ four times in the matter of half a second, that has to be some kind of record.”

She had to smile, as well. He was so handsome when he smiled. He could look so dire, and then suddenly his face lit up and was as bright as the sun. She liked his smile.

“I can talk really fast, but apparently it comes at a price right now.”

The price being coughing her lungs up.

“I look forward to hearing you talk really fast when you get better.”

“I can imagine you like me a lot better when I’m not sick and miserable and pathetic.”

She did like herself a lot better when she wasn’t sick and miserable and pathetic. She was more bearable. And she could go out if she liked. And she didn’t have to open the door looking like seven hard years. There were many benefits to not being sick.

“You’re just fine like this, but I still want you to…” he trailed off and tipped his head backwards.

Catelyn watched Ned close his eyes, his mouth forming silent words.

“Ned?” she asked, feeling a frown forming on her face.

Was he sick, too? What was going on there? He really looked like he was having some sort of moment. That or he had just seen God. In the stairwell of her crappy house. She wanted to see God in that crappy stairwell that needed to be painted. Maybe God would come if they repainted.

“Give a moment, I forgot the word. Snälla nån, Ned, du kan det här språket. Vad är det för jävla ord?”

“Can you describe the word?” she asked.

“When you’re not sick, you are…”

He waved his hand in circles, as if telling her to go on.

“Healthy?” she tried.

“Yeah, that’s probably it. Sorry, sometimes I forget English words. I like to think I’m fluent, but there are a lot of words.”

She had never heard him forget a word before. Sometimes she even forget that wasn’t his first language, even though he had a quite obvious accent and regularly just said things in Swedish. It was a cute accent, though. But she wouldn’t tell him that.

“Don’t apologise, it’s cool to know more than one language. And very hard to remember all the words.”

“I try my best.”

“You’re doing great” she promised.

The both stopped as a voice came echoing up the stairwell. A woman’s voice. It was probably her bag he had been carrying the soup in.

“Ned, are you done with your girlfriend soon? We’re not going up all those stairs!”

Immediately Catelyn could feel herself blush. She hoped he couldn’t tell. It was a habit that got old very quickly, she was so tired of it. As soon as she felt something she went as red as her hair. There was nothing charming about it, she could just never feel things without everyone immediately knowing.

“I’m so sorry, that’s my friend” Ned said. “I better get going, but it was nice talking to you.”

“I really appreciate you coming by. And again, thanks for the soup.”

“No worries, soup girl” Ned said as he began walking by the stairs. “Eat my magic soup, and get better soon.”

“Hey!” Catelyn called after him.

“Gott nytt år!” Ned called back.

“And what does that mean?”

“Happy New Year!”

She sighed as she closed the door. And once she had done so she could feel a huge smile on her face.

Ned had just casually stopped by and brought her soup. He cared about her. And for some reason that made her happier than she could say.

Ashara had said she could text if something came up. Something had come up. And she didn’t have to respond immediately, it was no emergency. And so she texted Ashara if the picture of the soup.

I was gonna be mad at you for sending Ned but he brought me soup

And it was good soup. Really good soup. Ned was a good chef. He was also a sweet person. She liked both those things about him.

#bet you didn’t see this one coming #sometimes you have to throw a curveball and publish something unexpected #also i got la rona and in my misery i found the will to finish this short chapter #catelyn stark #catelyn tully #ned stark #ned x cat #ashara dayne #cersei lannister #my fic #raindrops snowflakes sunshine

[mr-styles]

Hello, I’m Harry Styles and tonight I’m going to help you drift off to sleep with some soothing words and calming music. A sleep story, just for you. With all the busyness of your day, I know how hard it can be to get to sleep. So I thank you for choosing this story, and me to help you. I wish you a wonderful night’s sleep. So make yourself comfortable. Take a deep breath in, and then out. In, and then out. And when you’re ready, close your eyes.

[Listen]

Have you ever wondered what happens when you sleep? Where you go and what you feel. The places that you seek.  When you start to drift away, your mind becomes a book that writes itself, then fades away before you wake to look.

Tonight we’re gong to think about anything you’d like. So first let’s visualise some scenes to see us through the night. Settle back and clear your mind. We’re heading somewhere special, beyond the world of consciousness, to places more celestial.

I’d like you to imagine now, you’re there beneath the stars, which, when you pause to think about it, actually you are. As you focus on the darkness, right before your eyes, fill the scene with glinting lights to emulate night skies.

Think about the things you cherish most and those you love. And then allow yourself to be embraced from up above. The power of the universe, meanders through your mind. So come with me and let’s see what the two of us can find.

Let’s travel now to moonlit valleys, blanketed with heather. The kind of landscape you and i could dream about forever. Imagine lazing on the ground, succumbing to the charms of blades of grass we now caress with fingertips and palms. A gentle scent of cedar wood is floating on the breeze, a gift from mother nature and her nearby cedar trees. We’re gazing at the night sky now, marveling at infinity. So allow your mind to wander to a peaceful new vicinity.

Picture this: a rich green forest, damp with morning dew. Inhale the morning air as we explore, just me and you. Leaves create mosaics in every shade of green, as gentle birds son mingles with the babbling of a stream.

Dappled sepia sunlight cuts through branches overhead, as dew drops fall from leaf to leaf like glistening strands of thread. The dew drops finally coalesce, forming satin beads. Occasionally they kiss our cheeks. Small pleasures, quenching needs.

Holding hands, we stroll until we chance upon a brook. It’s cool clear water, mirroring our faces as we look. The shimmering reflection shows us smiling from above. The word we think but dare not speak is l-o-v-e. Love.

Now we snuggle on a raft, and drift for endless hours. As willow trees sway in the breeze and blossoms fall in showers. Gently swaying to and fro, we look up at the sky and watch the clouds above us forming shapes as they pass by.

The wisps of cloud swirl slowly, tinged with tangerine and pink. And as they fade, the sunset gives us cause to muse and think, of places we should visit and oceans we could cross. For some who wander through this world, there’s grace in being lost.

Passing by a waterfall, our thoughts sway to and fro. And time begins to fade and blur. Beneath the moon’s pale glow, a symphony of tumbling water loves and mesmerizes. Nature’s soundtrack to our dreams, assume so many guises.

Strolling on a sidewalk now, as rain begins to fall. Its gentle pitter-patter holds us deep within its thrall. The raindrops rhythm briefly slows, then intensifies. Peaceful and benevolent. A gift from moonlit skies. The fragrance that the rain creates upon the concrete surface inspires yet relaxes, and focuses our purpose. To shift our minds to neutral and allow our thoughts to drift. And recognise the rainfall as a mesmerising gift.

Sheltering beneath a porch, we watch the rain pour down. Though now the time has come to leave this moonlit town. A gentle breeze wafts through the trees. It causes leaves to stir. And then the rain relents and fades, as time begins to blur.

We find ourselves upon a shoreline, lounging by a lake. While crickets chirp in nearby reeds, it’s hard to stay awake. The scene feels like a watercolour - soft diluted tones. As looking down we see each other. Laughing, skimming stones. The stones skip on the gleaming lake and ripples start to form. And though the sun has dipped from view, we feel content and warm. Herons drift on thermals, high above a sun bleached pier. And in the trees beyond the lake, we glimpse a passing deer.

Strands of cloud unfurl like ribbons in the orange sky. Mirrored on the lake now, like a painted butterfly. In the distance, mountains beckon, capped with pristine snow. The kind of sight that dreams evoke when hearts and minds let go.

Contemplating nothingness. A scene takes shape before us, and as it sharpens in our thoughts, we hear a distant chorus. The dampened sound of silence that only snow can bring, surrounds us with its calming vibes and touches us within.

Glistening snowflakes fall in flourish, mountain rivers freeze. The powdery slopes look beautiful and fresh snow dusts the trees. Somehow now, we’re in a cabin, taking in this view. As a fire crackles in the corner, just for me and you. We linger for a moment, or maybe it’s been hours. For when we blink and look again, our vistas waft in flowers. Another destination lulls us. Closer now it seems. Perhaps it’s real, or just another chapter in our dreams.

Drifting in and out of sleep, our thoughts take us elsewhere. To an island fringed by swaying palms. Lush beyond compare. A path winds through the mangroves towards a distant beach, that underlines the turquoise ocean, now within our reach.

Eventually, we feel the powdery sand right beneath our feet. The sun above now blessing us with gentle, soothing heat. We hear the lilting sound of surf breaking up ahead. While spiral shells and pearly shards determine where we tread.

Finally, a lapping wave engulfs our sandy feet. It seems to pause and ruminate, then gradually retreat. We dig our toes in cool, wet sand, then sit and face the sea. And let the sand wash over us. Alone, just you, and me. Staring at the nothingness that stretches on forever, our thoughts dovetail and unify in tune, two minds together. As minutes turn to hours, we drift off somewhere new. And visualize a stay away, to a door we now walk through.

Imagine now a meadow on a balmy afternoon. Birds, and bees, and rustling trees create a summer tune. Flanked by fields of sunflowers, hand in hand we walk. As the gentle sounds of nature surrounds us while we talk. The sunflowers give the scenery a warm and golden hue, while hazy sunshine softens our idyllic, rustic view. As we roam past hedgerows, a farmhouse sits alone. Its open shutters pressed against uneven walls of stone. A garden winds around the house, and daisies poke through grass. A bench that’s lived through countless summers creaks as we walk past. We wonder if the house is empty. Once loved - but no longer. The thought of passing time inspires a feeling that grows stronger.

This feeling washes over us, lost between a sigh. And as the sun begins to set, we stop and wonder why. Gravity caresses us and pulls you close to me. Then the scene begins to fade, our new reality.

Deeper, gradually deeper, we drift and now transcend to unfamiliar places too surreal to comprehend. Slowly we capitulate, as sleep begins to call. Entwined in dreams and shifting scenes, we drift and gently fall.

Friendly faces, glorious places. Things we hope to do intertwine with snapshots. Some of me, and some of you. Moonlit valleys, verdant forests, gazing at the ocean. Summer meadows, tranquil sunsets, steeped in pure emotion. The tenderness we feel when we are close, two minds as one, surrounds us and connects us, but we’ve only just begun. For now, we dream together of all that is to follow. And know that sleep will keep us safe, from now until tomorrow.

Maybe all the memories that we’ve gathered here tonight, are all dreams now remembered, or wishes in plain sight. No matter what, they’re with us now, for this night and forever. And every time we close our eyes, they’re yours and mine to treasure.

Goodnight and sleep well.

#harry styles #calm

[claudemblems]

Enduring Spring | Eremika

I was listening to Taylor Swift's Lover album in my car the other day and Cornelia Street came on and I thought of Eremika...then I got sad and decided to write angst lol. I hope you all enjoy it, even if the story itself is somber.

*Includes spoilers for the end of Attack on Titan*

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

The breeze was gentle and sweet that day, carrying the scent of the newly bloomed spring flowers. The sun shone brightly, illuminating Mikasa’s ivory skin. She stood wordlessly in front of the open window, taking in the rolling hills and greenery of a freed Paradis. It was a view she’d seen for three springs now; the unchanging world was both a comfort and a bittersweet reminder of reality of how the world would continue on, unaffected by the loss of a precious life. It thrived without Eren there, but oh, how it would burst to life if he were.

Mikasa rested her arms on the windowsill, eyes flickering up to the sky. At night, she would count the sea of stars, the heavenly hosts her only companions in her otherwise empty home. Their presence was the only thing that helped her sleep. When the sun rose, she would count the flower petals blowing through the air, the leaves falling from the trees, or the snowflakes turning the grassy plains into fields of white. These were the few things that managed to keep her distracted long enough to not think about what could have been…

How much happier life would be if Eren were there to spend it with her.

She’d never left home without her scarf since the day Eren died. She wore it through every change of the seasons, thinking that if Eren couldn’t fulfill his promise of wrapping it around her forever, she could at least pretend the scarf’s warmth was his breath or his touch. Anything to make it feel like he wasn’t truly gone. Because if she started believing that, his memory would be lost to time. She’d promised herself once that she had to keep living if even just to remember him, after all. But living to keep his existence alive was a tortuous existence. She told herself that Eren was never really gone, but it didn’t stop the ache in her heart from growing. Never forgetting meant never ridding herself of her grief, but would she ever really find a way to erase the pain forever? 

I just want him here. 

She gripped the scarf wrapped gingerly around her neck, tears brimming at the edges of her eyes. She tried to blink them away, tried to think happier thoughts, but they’d already started streaming down her cheeks and dropping onto the windowsill like spring rain. Except rain would give way to sunshine, and Mikasa knew nothing but tempests of roaring thunder and destruction.

That’s when she realized it wasn’t just her tears falling onto her hands. The sunny skies had turned to dark gray clouds, raindrops splashing against glass and ground. Mikasa quickly wiped her tears with her hand and reached for the shutters, slowly pulling them shut.

But her gaze lingered on the world outside for a moment before she completely closed them, eyes raking over the fields and flowers that would be renewed by the rain. Their sunshine would return soon, and they would continue to flourish. They would be reborn, breathed to life as nature continued its course. And the process would continue year after year until the earth’s final day had arrived. Beauty would always bloom from their adversity.

But for Mikasa, her world was dark and cold and ugly. Her sorrows engraved themselves into her skin like scars. Her heart still beat against her own will. Her mind was a prison of her own making. Forever, until the day she died, she would be drenched by the spring rain that never stops—a rain without the promise of brighter days, where the winds howled and ripped her heart apart piece by piece, turning her tears into icicles against her skin.

I’ll wrap that scarf around you as many times as you want, now and forever.

The tears began to flow again, and Mikasa slammed the shutters closed, running to her room where she would throw herself upon her lonely bed, screaming at the sky until she had no strength left. She would dream of Eren, of what could have been, and how happy she would have been if she could have experienced this newfound freedom at his side. And when she woke, she would go through the motions all over again and again and again. She would spend another spring without him, watching as the world lived, died, and lived again, wondering why he couldn’t have been afforded the same chance.

The world would continue on, unaffected by his absence, but Mikasa would forever grieve him until she breathed her last and was returned to the earth. Only then would her suffering stop, believing in the opportunity to finally see him again. Her dearest, her beloved…

Her beautiful, enduring spring…

Eren. 

#claudemblems writes #not my finest work but #I kinda suck at writing poetic stuff :/ #aot #eremika #eremika fic #mikasa ackerman

[meret118]

Pepa wears sunburst earrings throughout the movie because she's supposed to always feel sunshine happy to control her weather, no matter how harmful that is to her as a person.

My headcanon is that her mother gave those to her as a teenager to help her remember to stay happyhappyhappy all the time, and she's worn them ever since. Over the years Felix bought her rain drops, snowflakes, and lightning etc earrings, but she was always afraid to wear them, because what if she wasn't wearing the sunbursts and forgot for even a moment to stay in control.

Felix found her jewelry box in the rubble, and after the movie is over he offers them to her again. She takes her suns off, and asks him to put the raindrops on her as they both tear up, and touch foreheads once he does.

#Encanto

[hostagine]

Hosts: They love like seasons

Spring:  Tamaki - Mitsukuni 

Slow and beautiful, as It blooms in your chest like the flowers around your feet. It’s warm on your cheeks and leaves a soft tingle in your fingertips. Your name dances on their tongue like raindrops, and their eyes whisper poems that taste like champagne. It feels like it’ll last a life time. 

Summer:  Hikaru -

It’s sudden, and explodes within you like the bursting of a thousand fireworks. It twinkles in his eyes like a bonfire. His smile speaks something fun and dangerous and leaves you breathless, while his lips are hot and taste like sunshine. You say it’ll last but you both fear the sunset. 

Autumn:  Kaoru - Haruhi 

It warm and innocent and starts out fuzzy, just as static rustles in your chest like broken leaves. It’s mutters of sweet nothings over coffee and smells like cinnamon. Their laugh is the gentle breeze that brushes your hair and tickles your heart as if their voice was a feather, whispering “you belong”. 

Winter:  Kyoya - Takashi 

It’s a secret passion. Hidden inside a time capsule beneath the snow. It’s piercing gazes that warm your shiver as their cold fingers run across your goosbumps. There’s hot chocolate on their breath as their words melt across your lips like snowflakes. They could stay like this forever. 

#ouran high school host club #ouran #romantic headcanon #romance #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #Kyoya Ootori #tamaki suoh #haruhi fujioka #takashi morinozuka #Mitsukuni Haninozuka

[shatteringsivan]

Harry Styles, dream with me, transcript

(0:00) Hello, I'm Harry Styles. And tonight, I'm going to help you drift off to sleep, with some soothing words and calming music. A sleep story, just for you. (0:24) 

(0:28) With all the business of your day, I know how hard it can be to get to sleep. So thank you for choosing this story, and me, to help you. I wish you a wonderful night's sleep. So, make yourself comfortable. Take a deep breath in, and then out. In, and then out. And when you're ready, close your eyes. (1:20)

(1:28)  Have you ever wondered, what happens when you sleep?  Where you go, and what you feel? The places that you seek. When you start to drift away, your mind becomes a book. That writes itself then fades away, before you awake to look. (2:02)

(2:11) Tonight we’re going to think about, anything you’d like. So first, let’s visualize some scenes to see us through the night. Settle back and clear your mind. We’re heading somewhere special. Beyond the world of consciousness, to somewhere more celestial. (2:44)

(2:55) I'd like you to imagine now, you're there beneath the stars. Which, when you pause to think about it, actually you are. As you focus on the darkness right before your eyes, fill the scene with glinting lights, to emulate night skies. (3:29)

(4:13) Think about the things you cherish most, and those you love. And then, allow yourself to be embraced from up above. The power of the universe, meanders through your mind. So, come with me and let’s see, what the two of us can find. (4:48)

(4:58) Lets travel now, to moonlit valleys, blanketed with heather. The kind of landscape you and I, could dream about forever. Imagine lazing on the ground, succumbing to the charms, of blades of grass. We now caress with fingertips, and palms.(5:32)

(5:41) A gentle scent of cedar wood, is floating on the breeze. A gift from mother nature, and her nearby cedar trees. We’re gazing at the night sky now, marveling at infinity. So allow your mind to wander, to a peaceful new vicinity. (6:15)

(7:00) Picture this, a rich green forest. Damp with morning dew. Inhale the morning air, as we explore, just me, and you. Leaves create mosques, in every shade of green. As gentle birdsong mingles, with the babbling of a stream. (7:33)

(7:44) Dappled sepia sunlight, cuts through branches overhead. As dew drops fall from leaf to leaf. Like glistening strands of thread. The dew drops finally coalesce, forming satin beads.  Occasionally, they kiss our chicks.small pleasures, quenching needs. (8:17)

(8:26) Holding hands, we stroll. Until we chance upon a brook. Its cool, clear, water, mirroring our faces as we look. The shimmering reflection, show us smiling from above. The word we think, but dare not speak, is L-O-V-E, love. (9:01)

(9:45) Now, we snuggle on a raft. And drift for endless hours. As willow trees sway in the breeze, and blossoms fall in showers. Gently swaying to and fro, we look up at the sky. And watch the clouds above us, forming shapes, as they pass by. (10:19)

(10:28) The wisps of cloud, swirl slowly, tinged with tangerine and pink. And as they fade, the sunset, gives us cause to muse and think. Of places we should visit. and oceans we could cross. For some who wander through this world, there’s grace in being lost. (11:02)

(11:11) Passing by a waterfall, our thoughts sway two and fro. And time begins to fade and blur. beneath the moons pale glow, a symphony of tumbling water lulls and mesmerizes, nature’s soundtrack to our dreams, assumes so many guises. (11:46)

(12:31) Strolling on a sidewalk now, as rain begins to fall. Its gentle, pitter patter, holds us deep within its thrall. The raindrops’ rhythm briefly slows, then, intensifies. Peaceful and benevolent, a gift from moonlit skies. (13:04) 

(12:14) The fragrance that the rain creates, upon the concrete surface, inspires yet relaxes us. And focuses our purpose, to shift our minds to neutral. And allow our thoughts to drift. And recognize the rainfall, as a mesmerizing gift. (13:48)

(13:59) Sheltering beneath a porch, we watch the rain pour down. Though now the time has come, to leave this dreamy moonlit town. A gentle breeze wafts through the trees, it causes leaves to stir. And then, the rain relents and fades. As time begins to blur. (13:31)

(15:17) We find ourselves upon a shore line, lounging by a lake. While crickets chirp in nearby reeds, it’s hard to stay awake. The scene feels like a watercolor. Soft, diluted tones, as looking down, we see each other. Laughing, skimming stones. (15:51)

(16:00 ) The stones skip on the gleaming lake, and ripples start to form. And though the sun has dipped from view, we feel content and warm. Herons drift on thermals(?) high upon a sun bleached pier. And in the trees beyond the lake, we glimpse a passing deer. (16:34)

(16:44) Strands of cloud unfurl like ribbons in the orange sky. Mirrored on the lake now, like a painted butterfly. In the distance, mountains beckon. Kept with pristine snow. The kind of sight that dreams evoke, when hearts and minds let go. (17:18)

(18:02) Contemplating nothingness, a scene take shape before us. And as it sharpens in our thoughts, we hear a distant chorus. The dampened sound of silence, that only snow can bring, surrounds us with its calming vibes, and touches us within. (18:35)

(18:48) Glistening snowflakes fall in flurries. mountain rivers freeze. The powdery slopes look beautiful. And fresh snow dusts the trees. Somehow now, we’re in a cabin, taking in this view. As a fire crackles in the corner, just for me and you. (19:24)

(19:32) We linger for a moment. Or maybe it’s been hours. For when we blink and look again, our vistas waft(?) in flowers. Another destination lures us. Closer now it seems. Perhaps its real, or just another chapter in our dreams. (20:04)

(20:50) Drifting in and out of sleep, our thoughts take us elsewhere. To an island fringed by swaying palms, lush beyond compare. A path winds through the mangroves, towards a distance beach. That underlines the turquoise ocean. now, within our reach. (21:23) 

(21:32) Eventually, we feel the powdery sand, right beneath our feet. The sun above now blessing us, with gentle, soothing heat. We hear the lilting sound of surf, breaking up ahead. While spiral shells and pearly shards, determine where we tread. (22:07)

(22:16) Finally, a lapping wave, engulfs our sandy feet. It seems to pause and ruminate, then gradually retreat. We dig our toes, in cool, wet sand. Then sit and face the sea. And let the sand wash over us. Alone just you, and me. (22:51)

(23:50) Staring at the nothingness, that stretches on forever. Our thoughts dovetail and unify. In tune, two minds together. As minutes turn to hours, we drift off somewhere new. And visualize a stairway. To a door, we now walk through (24:08) 

(24:18) Imagine now, a meadow, on a balmy afternoon. Birds, and bees, and rustling trees. Create a summer tune. Flanked by fields of sunflowers, hand in hand we walk. As the gentle sound of nature, surrounds us while we talk. (24:52)

(25:02) Sunflowers give the scenery a warm, and golden hue. While hazy sunshine softens, our idyllic, rustic view. As we roam past hedgerows, a farmhouse sits alone. Its open shutters pressed against, uneven walls of stone. (25:36)

(26:21) A garden winds around the house, and daisies poke through grass. A bench thats lived through countless summers, creaks as we walk past. We wonder if the house is empty. Once loved, but no longer. The thought of passing times inspires, a feeling that grows stronger. (26:54)

(27:04) This feeling washes over us, lost between a sigh. And as the sun begins to set, we stop and wonder why. Gravity caresses us, it pulls you close to me. Then the scene begins to fade, our new reality. (27:37)

(27:48) Deeper, gradually deeper. We drift and now, transcend. To unfamiliar places, too surreal to comprehend. Slowly, we capitulate as sleep begins to call. Entwined in dreams, and shifting scenes, we drift and gently fall. (28:22)

(29:06) Friendly faces, glorious places. Things we hope to do, intertwine with snapshots. Some of me, and some of you. Moonlit valleys, verdant forests, gazing at the ocean. Summer meadows, tranquil sunsets, Steeped in pure emotion. (29:39)

(29:48) The tenderness we feel when we are close, two minds as one. Surrounds us, and connects us. But we’ve only just begun. For now, we dream together. Of all that is to follow. And know that sleep will keep us safe. From now, until tomorrow. (30:23)

(30:34) Maybe all the memories that we’ve gathered here tonight, are all dreams now remembered, or wishes in plain sight. No matter what, they're with us now. For this night and forever. And every time we close our eyes, they’re yours and mine to treasure. Goodnight, and sleep well. (31:15)

#harrystyles #onedirection #dreamwithme #styles #harry #calm #1D #directioner #dream with harry #harry styles #dreamwithharry #dream with me #one direction