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[ele-millennial-weirdo]

Thursday WIP (or whatever)

I've been tagged by @bladesingerlily and @cinder-rellish181 Thanks darlings!!! :3

Still trying to put together something decent for my long postponed (and beloathed) "Night Blooming Jasmine"

"I told you once you reminded me of bright lightning shattering the night sky, a fierce spark in the darkness, a roaring thunderstorm leaving behind only the crisp scent of ozone. You smiled and replied I wasn't much different, because old tales often spoke about Gods manifesting their will and power through storms and lightning.

You evoked the image of a hurricane to describe me instead, a formidable force of nature, a godlike herald of unearthly destruction and glorious divine wrath.

I loved how you described us when you talked about power, ambition and purpose. I held that imagery dear every time circumstances forced us apart for a while, be it a few hours or, worse, a whole week. It kept me company, made me feel powerful, it warmed my death cold heart and made my hand steadier on the blade.

But I asked you once, what happens when two raging storms get too close to one another?

I can still distinctly hear your warm voice and those enticing words echoing "They become immensely more powerful together, but their paths are forever changed".

Alluring words, blasphemous and tempting, holding both passion and undying devotion.

Did we truly not realize back then, how dangerous it could be for people like us to gravitate closer and closer towards each other, to affect and shape each other like dancing storms, until the only possible outcome would be to merge, destroy everything and end up being destroyed in return?

So I dared to ask "What will become of us, then?"

But once again you were quick to dismiss that disturbing thought, with another of your bright easy smiles and a kiss.

And yet my fears persisted. That dread kept deepening, almost choking me.

It feels painfully clear now.

The world will keep spinning around. Another day will come and we'll be just like another of those night storms. We'll disappear, and the clear morning sky will hold no trace of our fury. Everyone will rejoice because the strong winds carried us away, and we'll only keep living through whispered stories filled with holy dread, like vanishing memories.

And I, myself, am utterly filled with dread at the thought.

Because such is the fate of colliding storms, no matter how fierce and devastating. Nothing remains of them after the dust settles."

The bloodstained letter fell from her hands.

Most people seem to have been tagged already, so I have no idea if anyone could be interested in sharing something.

Anyway, gently tagging (no pressure!) @asorceresswrites @newtia @arlynx @afilmnoirdetective @ghost-of-a-dream-girl and any beloved moot who has something to share.

Honorary tag for @cinder-rellish181 and @bladesingerlily <3

[ele-millennial-weirdo]

sunday snippet/weekend wippy/show us ur wips (Monday wip)

I'm so late for a Sunday Wip, sorry!!! 😅

I was tagged by the lovely @ghost-of-a-dream-girl Thank you!!!

The wip folder is a total mess, so many scattered ideas for three different OCs, a Tav and two Durges, and I'm not even sure what to do with most of them lol (Durgetash sirens have been calling me, and I really wanted to do something with DU Suna, but sadly I'm a chaos gremlin) :3

I found this "thing" among the recent Durgetash ones (hopefully it's not too bad, sorry for the bad English tho 😆).

The plan was to make something short to explore her forgotten past through dreams, including disturbing visions, morbid details and (obviously) some shared moments 😏

“I’m the one in control” she repeated again, louder this time. Falling asleep had been a frightening experience lately: the lingering fear of voices whispering things inside her head and that unpleasant feeling of losing control still haunted most of her nights, leaving her nauseous and dizzy in the morning, with trembling hands and a choking feeling. Her usual nightmares always featured the same thick, red haze and that nauseatingly sweet metallic smell, but recently something different had started manifesting regularly, and that alone had been a welcome change.

Instead of the usual, oppressively looming presence she was used to, this one was almost its exact opposite. It kept materializing like a ghost from her subconscious mind, the frequency increasing with each passing night. The usual feeling of emptiness and lack of purpose her nightmares usually brought, felt somehow less powerful now: this new presence haunting her dreams felt almost forgiving and strangely comforting instead. No names, no faces, nothing useful. Except that disturbing feeling of inexplicable closeness. Her previous dreams had often carried the scent of iron, the sickly-sweet smell of something decaying in a dark cave, something coppery and rusty, mixed with rotting flowers, damp earth and smoke. These recent ones instead carried the deep, aromatic, intoxicating scent of something leathery, woody and faintly spiced, something she couldn’t exactly place, but reminded her of sweet amber and sandalwood burning together. There was warmth, enveloping her with the soft luxurious rustle of silk, and the bittersweet feeling of something nostalgic, hazy and wistful, like a distant memory where a calming, velvety voice offered words that reminded her of fruity, honeyed wine.

Tagging anyone who wants to share something <3

[ele-millennial-weirdo]

A True WIP Wednesday Thursday For Once!

Thanks for tagging me @cinder-rellish181 🫶

I'm always late but at least I managed to put together a few lines. Yay I suppose! 😁

Maybe one day I'll be able to properly finish what I start (at least I hope so) 😅

Anyway the hamsters living rent free in my mind can't stop running wild on their wheels and keep giving me new silly ideas involving the blorbos, so this time I decided to stop running for a while from the feral hamsters and write down a bunch of things involving Durgetash and juicy fruits. I hope it's not too bad, lol :3 (Sorry if it's too long!!!)

She put the wine aside, silently focusing on the fruit instead.

He studied her, still cradling his own goblet, eyes following each tiny gesture and movement of her fingers. At first, they gently brushed against the golden edge of the fruit plate, but they hesitated when it came to touch its content.

"You should try some of those cherries, my dear" his low warm voice offered "They're an excellent pairing with this wine".

She shrugged "I became something much worse than that, later. But you probably already know that" she added.

But she withdrew her hand with a soft sigh "They look beautiful, firm and ripe, just like the ones I was offered once, many years ago. Older kids challenged me to eat a bunch of them; I was still a little child back then and didn't realise they were sour cherries until I had my mouth full. I refused to eat any kind of cherry again after that".

He offered a small smile, taking another sip from his goblet. "I'm sorry to hear that. Children can be so cruel sometimes".

His knowing smile was his only reply, as his fingers moved reaching for the plate, deliberately avoiding the cherries, hesitating above some berries. His dark eyes kept studying the whole selection for long moments, before turning to meet hers.

“Maybe I could…tempt you with something else instead?” he offered, holding a dark red berry between his thumb and index finger.

She hesitated. “I’m not usually allowed to enjoy such delicacies. My butler always says luxury and nice things weaken both mind and will. I can’t afford that, but...”

His eyes met hers “But...?”

She looked at the fruit again, inviting like a promise between his fingers, then her expression suddenly became distant, and for a moment, sweet and sour memories flooded her mind.

Little girls, her and her sisters, enjoying summer afternoons picking and crushing wild berries, painting their cheeks and lips and anything at home with thick, sticky dark red and purple juices, until mother came and scolded all of them for ruining and wasting food, then making them carefully clean all the mess.

She had tried to paint some red flowers on a piece of paper using berries juices once, and months later she had discovered the beautiful shades offered by pomegranates. Neighbors had a big tree in their garden, and in the right season she used to sneak in after sunset to steal a few. She loved to pry them open and reveal their treasure, crushing those plump juicy seeds, until she got a decent amount of juice to paint and too many stains on both her body and clothes.

Her eyes and then fingers hesitated right above an inviting, beautifully ripe pomegranate, its red gems already starting to peek out from the splitting skin.

“So many sweet childhood memories involving these”.

“Take it then. Split that open. I’d be glad to hear about them” he suggested, placing the berry aside.

She softly caressed the pomegranate “That would probably ruin this expensive silken robe you generously provided. I used to ruin my clothes regularly to extract the juice and paint everything, as a child. It’s not worth the mess”.

He clicked his tongue in a disapproving manner, but that soft inviting smile never left his lips.

“Nonsense” he said, his fingers reaching for the overripe fruit. He flashed her one of those smiles he rarely offered others outside that room. “My dear…you’re worth any kind of mess”.

No golden rings on his fingers this time, she suddenly realized. Just bare fingers, scarred but precise and elegant in their own peculiar way. His thumbs applied only a slight pressure on both sides until the peel cracked open, exposing the fleshy red rubies inside.

He offered her half of the fruit, and despite her hesitation he waited until her hand moved to reach for her half.

“I never learned how to properly eat it in the correct way. The best I could do was to use its juice to paint things around home, or…make a mess of myself”.

His eyes crinkled even more with a warm smile “You’re lucky then. I can teach you how to enjoy it properly, if you let me”.

She felt her cheeks warm and smiled back. It felt wrong, but intriguing at the same time.

“I’ll end up with my hands and face both stained with red juice, I fear”.

He sat closer to her with the other half of the fruit and chuckled “Sounds fine to me. Some things never change, after all. Open your mouth”.

His fingers dug slowly into his half and collected a few red gems from the fruit.

Since most people seem to have been tagged already...gentle tags for @newtia @afilmnoirdetective @arlynx @bladesingerlily anyone who has something to share (you're all so talented, ily!!!) <3<3<3

[ele-millennial-weirdo]

Your OC's Astrology Signs

Tagged by @aerin67 and @carnivaley Huge thanks, lovelies!!! :3<3<3

Assign your Tav/Durge/OC their big 4 astrology signs! Use the links below for information if you need help <3

Sun (archetype)

Cafe Astrology interprets the characters of the zodiac signs. Sun in Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, and Virgo.

Moon (emotional self)

Cafe Astrology interprets the Moon in the astrology chart in the first six signs of the zodiac: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, and Virg

Rising (outward persona)

Your Ascendant or rising sign tells the story of how you greet the world. For example, a Sun in Leo may not be as flamboyant if they have a

Venus (love & pleasure)

Cafe Astrology explores the meaning of Venus in each of the twelve signs of the zodiac in the astrological birth chart.

OC Suna - birthday Flamerule 1, 1392

☀️ Sun - Cancer ♋️

🌙 Moon - Sagittarius ♐️

🌅 Rising - Libra ♎️

💛 Venus - Taurus ♉️

Sun in Cancer

Strong survival instinct, moodiness. They resist change to an extent.

Moon in Sagittarius

They have a need for personal freedom and space. They are happy as long as they don't feel caged in or cooped up.

When the going gets tough, these people run away. They don’t like to be caught up in routine for too long, and they simply need to escape. They’ll be back when they feel refreshed and when their spirits are renewed.

Libra ascendant

Libra rising natives are usually attracted to competent, active partners. Their relationships are often characterized by bickering or competitiveness until they learn to drop their sweet image once in a while and to stop blaming their partners for everything that goes wrong

Venus in Taurus

Love for Venus in Taurus centers on the physical world and creature comforts — they revel in sensual surroundings. These people project themselves as solid and comfortable. In fact, something about their manner promises they will be satisfying lovers and partners.

Venus in Taurus men and women can be possessive in love. These are sensual partners who require lots of “hands-on” expressions of love. Pleasing Venus in Taurus involves emphasizing your loyalty.

Venus in Taurus people are very physical lovers, they can be possessive in love and with objects.

✨️Open tag for moots and anyone interested!!! If you read this, consider yourselves tagged!✨️