#samhainhallowseve

[magick-dream]

A little something I’m working on and hoping to finish before Pride Month ends!

From left to right:

Samhain Eve @samhain-hallows-eve Dorian Quintus @tmnt-requiem Zsadist of @magickdream-creations

Two of my characters and myself.... because I’m a nerd!

[nipperofnoses-blog]

I’ve gotten a couple interesting song recommendations thus far. I’ll have to see which one I learn first before I sing them though, because I don’t know either one. *chuckles*

I know most of the Phantom of the Opera songs, but “Learn to be Lonely” isn’t included in the movie, so I haven’t heard that one as much. (Heard it when I went to the Broadway show though. It was lovely.) Very pretty song, but I’ll have to learn it.

“I Waited for You” would provide some interesting challenges for my voice since I have never tried to sing like that. *chuckles* Sounds fun. But again, I’d have to learn it.

I’m okay with learning and singing these songs, but I’m just letting you folks know that there will be a delay until I do. ;)

Feel free to suggest more songs in the meantime. Knowing me, I’ll probably try to do all of them eventually, even though I tried to only offer one. :P

[evannature]

A New Friend

The sun shone brightly down on a large field as a cool, gentle breeze made colorless flowers dance to its rhythm. A tall woman with long black hair walked towards the flowers, her green dress pushed by the breeze. She held a paintbrush in one hand and a child’s hand in the other.

The child that walked hand in hand with the woman was a small boy with tanned skin, brown dead leaves falling from a toga made from more vibrant, lively dark green leaves. His eyes were a bright pink, hiding slightly behind grass green hair that held tiny leaves.

“Evan, Mama has to paint these flowers for springtime,” the woman said with a smile. “You can go play in the field, but don’t drift too far from me, okay?” Evan smiled and nodded his head before Mother Nature knelt down and began painting several flowers. The young nature spirit began moving through the field of flowers, looking to see if there were any he could color.

Then, something caught his eyes. A golden butterfly landed on a gray flower, flapping its wings slightly. Evan smiled and began moving closer, but the butterfly began flying off. Giggling happily, the young boy began chasing the beautifully colored butterfly. It always amazed him how Mama could make such beautiful creatures!

The butterfly would flap just out of his reach, as though trying to get the boy to follow it instead of flying to escape. Soon, the golden bug flapped into a forest, lighting its way for Evan to follow. Without hesitating, Evan followed after it happily.

“Wait, Mr. Butterfly!” he giggled as he followed the butterfly’s glowing light. The butterfly began bringing him deeper and deeper into the forest, growing darker and darker. Evan soon reached a clearing and looked around for his butterfly friend, but could not find it.

It was only then that the boy realized how dark the forest actually was. He whimpered and began looking around. “M-Mama?” he called out, to where there was no answer. “Mama??” When there was only silence, fear overtook the boy as he began crying.

[jack-snowflake-frost]

“Oh my god. Wake up. Please wake up.” She held on to the boy's shoulders shaking him. Her heart was pounding in her chest hard. The state she had seen when she found him just laying there was not comforting in the least. The bells next to her cheek jingled as she continued to shake him every so often. "Come on open your eyes!"

samhain-hallows-eve​

“Ugh…” His eyelids flickered- once, twice, three times. As battered as the groaning spirit was he’d be fine given a while. He just needed time for the healing properties of his wintery magic to take effect. Jack tried to lift his head, to look at whoever it was squeezing his shoulder, but his head lolled limply to the side. “Please… Please don't shake me…”

[jamiecakeconfections]

"I have a secret to share." She smiles softly, almost a bit sad. "Before I became who I am, I wanted to grow up and become a healer. A doctor now I think it is called? So I could make my sickness go away, so my sister and brother could be happy instead of worry all the time about me."

{x}

Both children sat cross-legged on the floor, listening intently to the witch’s story. When Samhain finished, Jamie was first to speak, “Sick? What kind of sickness was it?” He glanced over at Cupcake, silently asking her if she knew of any self-healing incantations that could have been used. The girl shrugged in response.

Jamie’s gaze fell to his lap, reflecting on something.

“I remember the last story my dad read to me before he died…”

[shattered-nightmares-pitchb-blog]

This man baffled her, the way he was completely went against her imagination of him and that was alright with her. She removed her hand from his cheek and she stepped back a moment placing her hands behind her back. "There is still that connections, the bonds of fate are very hard to sever, Pitch." She winked at him. "You never know what fate has in store for you." She giggled softly. "You don't have to limit yourself on company either. You can have as many or little you want."

"Alright if you say so that is how it all works I suppose……" as he looked down sighed some trying not to allow his own thoughts get the better of him. 

[shattered-nightmares-pitchb-blog]

"I'm quite sure." She reached her hand that rested upon his chest and she gingerly placed her palm to his cheek. "Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough. You just can't let your mind cloud your heart." She continued to smile to him. "If you keep your memories to yourself, sometimes they can become locked away, but if you begin to share them with someone you care for they become a little easier to unlock and find."

"Yes, that is understandable but, who was then and now are very much two different people and had nothing the same all but for one thing that  is tying it all back together. But we shall see what happens then..."

[shattered-nightmares-pitchb-blog]

She kept her hand over his heart still looking up at him she smiled gently. "If you control them, then they can not keep them away from you for long if you will it so." She had a slight blush upon her cheeks as she continued with her words. "Memories are the one thing no one can take from you. They may seem lost, forgotten, but they have a funny way of showing back up when you least expect it."

Pitch looked down at her, "Are you sure? I feel that they will not retrun in away." as he closed his eyes letting out a small sigh.