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[timidtiming]

━ 「 Grimoire Notes 」 : Midas.

──.🌸 ݁˖ Midas : Mutated rose ──.🌸 ݁˖ Midas ⸻ an mutated rose ⸻ as petals hardened into polished rose-gold blooms while its stem slowly metalized &. twisted into vines &. thorns. ──.🌸 ݁˖ Midas ⸻ with silver-vines &. thorns it instinctively started stealing anything metal around it ⸻ coins ⸻ keys ⸻ weapons ⸻ silverware ⸻ watches ⸻ jewelry. ──.🌸 ݁˖ Midas ⸻ with every metal-piece ⸻ jewelry-piece consumed it broke it down &. twisted it into an growing-form ⸻ from an mutated metalized rose-gold rose ⸻ to an evolved metallic-peacock. ──.🌸 ݁˖ Midas ⸻ but with every metal &. jewelry-piece consumed magic &. enchantments were added in the mix of its break-down ⸻ twisting into its evolving metallic-form ⸻ gaining the ability to turn organic-matter into metal &. crystal if touched.

[timidtiming]

━ 「 Grimoire Notes 」 : Miraculous 🦋.

──.🌸 ݁˖ Blue Butterfly Bush ✧ Buddleja mutata → Miraculous 🦋 ✧ Papilio miraculosus. ──.🌸 ݁˖ Miraculous 🦋 ⸻ is an mutated Blue Butterfly Bush with blossoms that transform into enchanted-butterfly's that eventually return back into flowers. ──.🌸 ݁˖ Miraculous 🦋 ⸻ when these enchanted-butterfly's see there own reflection ⸻ they will burst into there petals instead of remaining intact. ──.🌸 ݁˖ Miraculous 🦋 ⸻ ⚠︎⚠︎⚠︎ ⸻ during the petal-burst it will release its ⸻ enchanted floris-pollen. ──.🌸 ݁˖ Miraculous 🦋 ⸻ ⚠︎⚠︎⚠︎ ⸻ &. when this enchanted pollen is inhaled effects like ⸻ confusion ⸻ time slowing down ⸻ heightened awareness of colors ⸻ scents ⸻ &. sounds ⸻ an dreamy ⸻ floating feeling ⸻ wandering to imaginative thoughts ⸻ to physical relief &. relaxed muscles. ──.🌸 ݁˖ Miraculous 🦋 ⸻ with every enchanted-butterfly that does burst by seeing its own reflection ⸻ an new bud will emerge &. bloom within an few hours ⸻ allowing the bush to replace what was lost.

[vinemagic]

⸻ 🌻 WITHOUT HER GLASSES ⸻ THE SOLSTICE SUMMER BALL was an enchanted watercolor painting left outside in the rain.

As the summer ball-blurred at the edges ⸻ as everyone was reduced to voices &. perfumes.  While even the music had begun to feel blurred &. unfamiliar. As she shifted uncomfortably ⸻ feeling like an ghostly-wallflower among the living ⸻ submerged in the enchantment but desire to be invisible to enjoy it? As she made the decision to escape from the gold-lit ballroom from underneath the refreshment table ⸻ to escape from the Opaline Wisteria ⸻ to slip out of the enchanted-ballroom into the night air &. open garden.

While the night was darker &. the garden hedges around the path where humming with quiet ⸻ veined-green life.  As she took careful steps along the gardens-path towards what she thought was an stone-bench?  As something suddenly had snaked around her booted-ankles ⸻ making the garden-tilt &. the fall hard enough to stun the air in her lungs but not truly hurt.  “ Oh titan ⸻ come on! ” She hissed-quietly reaching for the root ⸻ cold &. wet ⸻ thick &. woody ⸻ winding &. restricting ⸻ tighter everytime she tried to pull the roots away ⸻ pull her shoes of.

“ I already escaped one hostile social situation tonight. ”  She huffed-gently as she felt the first pull ⸻ as the roots where sinking her in inch-by-inch ⸻ unhurriedly coiling around her calves &. shins ⸻ as she was . . . going to be there for an while by how slow it was. As she laid on her back listening to the soil move ⸻ fixing her floral-overgrowth . . . while the Blue Butterfly Bush shivered ⸻ mutated ⸻ as the plant shifted ⸻ pulsed ⸻ into something new ⸻ Miraculous Butterfly.  As its blossoms turn into enchanted blue-butterflys.

While one-by-one ⸻ the blossoms along the bush glimmer &. unravel ⸻ flutter ⸻ into the night ⸻ scattering like soft ⸻ iridescent-blue flames all across the garden.

╰ 🔆.⭒ʿ˖✧ @rustedhon0r.

[wiccxnisms]

[ ✩ ]  ° •  open starter for  »  everyone

Billy couldn't remember the last time he'd been to a ball. Maybe never. The music drifted through the gardens beneath strings of glowing lanterns, couples danced beneath the stars, and everywhere he looked people were laughing, talking, or simply enjoying the warm summer evening. It was the kind of event that reminded him why he liked Elias so much. For all its mysteries and impossible magic, it was still a city full of people who knew how to celebrate.

He'd been meaning to ask someone where they found the courage to dance in front of this many people. He hadn't worked that part out yet. Instead, Billy had settled for wandering between the refreshments and the dance floor with a glass of sparkling cider in one hand, happily people-watching. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as another couple spun past.

"I've decided," he announced to no one in particular, "that whoever invented dancing definitely had significantly more confidence than I do." He laughed softly to himself before taking another sip from his drink.

[vinemagic]

⸻ 🌻 WITHOUT HER GLASSES ⸻ THE SOLSTICE SUMMER BALL has become an enchanted-watercolor painting that has been left out in the rain.

As every reflective surface deceived her ⸻ &. this wallflower sought sanctuary from the relentless &. overwhelming sensory assault &. retreated beneath one of the nearest refreshment-tables with her knees pressing tight against her chest &. floral-growth. Taking shelter from the invasive ⸻ Opaline Wisteria ⸻ &. its relentless ⸻ suffocating shower of frozen-cold white-glitter before she was an frosted-over Willow.

“ I don't think dancing started with confidence ⸻ ” she spoke gently from beneath the table “ ⸻ I think confidence may have came afterward? ” Maybe? “ I think dancing is a language ⸻ ” she spoke as if she was carefully- thinking about it. “ Witch's have been using movement in rituals ⸻ &. magical-combat for longer than I can remember. ”  As body's can warn ⸻ answer ⸻ challenge ⸻ surrender ⸻ without making an verbal-sound.  As trust reveals when someone allows another person to set the pace ⸻ knowing the possible risks.

“ In an magical-fight . . . Or an combative-dance ⸻ it tells whether you trust enough to lead ⸻ or enough to follow. ” 

[timidtiming]

━ 「 Grimoire Notes 」 : Opaline Wisteria.

──.🌸 ݁˖ Japanese Wisteria : Wisteria floribunda f. alba ' Shiro-noda ' ──.🌸 ݁˖ ' Shiro-noda ' Wisteria is a spectacularly long-growing vine ⸻ famous for its dramatic ⸻ cascading white flower clusters and highly sweet ⸻ distinct perfume. ──.🌸 ݁˖ Sweetly aromatic honey scent ──.🌸 ݁˖ Clockwise Climber

🌸Notes:

── Shiro-noda ✧ Wisteria floribunda f. alba → Opaline Wisteria ✧ Wisteria florinivea

── Opaline Wisteria are long-growing vines with cascading white flowers that happen to produce an soft-glow.

── Opaline Wisteria has an more mutated floral fragrance that captures the essence of an endless midnight-summer ⸻ intoxicating rush of creamy coconut-honey ⸻ molten amber ⸻ smooth-vanilla ⸻ irresistible &. natural warmth of an midnight summer.

── Opaline Wisteria flower-petals that fall dissolve into an shower of white-glitter that is cold to the touch that happens to be edible &. taste either like ⸻ vanilla ice-cream ⸻ or cold vanilla frosting.

[dreamtlove]

status   :   open  ! location   :   event  two,  the  summer  solstice  ball.

       a  gown  this  heavy  is  not  for  the  weak.  but  lottie,  the  dedicated  woman  she  is,  has  spent  years  training  for  ballgowns  twice  this  size.  and  when  you  dedicate  yourself  to  something  the  way  lottie  has  committed  herself  to  always  looking  her  best—the  way  she  does  in  this  dress  &  in  all  of  her  dresses—you  learn  to  stride  with  ease  and  glide  with  a  practiced  grace,  even  weighed  down  by  pounds  of  tulle.       that  ability,  of  course,  is  interrupted  when  she  feels  a  sharp  tug  backward  as  she  tries  to  step  forward,  her  head  snapping  around  toward  the  source.  “  ex-cuse  me!  ”  she  huffs,  gathering  handfuls  of  fabric  at  the  hem  of  her  gown,  ready  to  lift  it  free.  “  you’re  on  my  dress.  ”

[vinemagic]

⸻ 🌻  THE SOLSTICE BALL HAD ALREADY BECOME AN smearing-blur of golds &. silvers by the time an voice cut through the music.

While without her glasses ⸻ smokey-quartz couldn't distinguish exists ⸻ melted shapes ⸻ wounded lights ⸻ or where she was going in the first place ⸻ let alone stepping. “ I'm incredibly sorry ⸻ ” as she feels her stomach tighten lifting her foot immediately. “  ⸻ I can barely see where I'm going. &. I didn't mean to step on your dress. ” Unfortunately . . . stepping on there blurred unabashedly-pink dress was not the only piece of her that has found its way onto there dress.

As heat gathered beneath her cheeks ⸻ suddenly embarrassed ⸻ slightly ashamed ⸻ what's even worse than her sudden blindness was the suffocating presence of the Opaline Wisteria. Starting with its perfumed fragrance that sticks to one ⸻ as an creamy coconut-honey warmed by molten amber &. smooth vanilla. While the strange sweetness of an midnight-summer that never reached morning. But its the long-white blossoms glowing softly above them was the bigger problem.

As the mutation has been shedding loosen petals above her that dissolve into cold ⸻ white-glitter from the falling blossoms tracing icy-constellations on the polished-marble floor of the ballroom . . . trailing &. blooming behind her every uncertain step she took. While cold-white glitter was drifting over the stranger ⸻ &. getting . . . in there tulle to. An soft sigh escaped her ⸻ as an blind wallflower ⸻ the one that didn't want to bloom in time to matter right now.

Was heavily from head-to-floral-growth covered all over in that cold white-glitter. “ &. that is . . . also mine. ”

[vinemagic]

⸻ 🌻 THE SOLSTICE SUMMER BALL SPARKLES WITH AN suffocating kind of enchantment ⸻ spectacle of color &. light that sweeps over the grand-ballroom like an delicate trap full of glitter &. rumor.

As everywhere she looked ⸻ the ballroom offered many possibility's ⸻ &. far to many ways for the evening to become an nightmare with her standing at its gravitational-center.  While worrying about her own plant-magic sits heavy in her ⸻ thoughts ⸻ chest. What if she can't stop the mutations from happening? What if life around her was transforming ⸻ &.  what does that say about her own plant-magic? As the 10-days at Arcane_Hollow taught her that containment . . . wasn't the same as understanding.

What was actually happening to her ⸻ because no one could explain why her plant-magic around her were mutating outside the Arcane_Hollow ⸻ as it was all caged &. controlled behind wards &. safe-intention ⸻ while it didn't really offer her any real answers ⸻ only holding the mutating problem . . . at bay. As she wants to run ⸻ escape ⸻ from the beauty around her &. ⸻ the weight of expectations ⸻ the weight of what could go wrong if she doesn't keep everything intact &. under-control. As she tried very hard to appear occupied rather than stranded.

Becoming an wallflower at the solstice-ball ⸻ rooted to an corner ⸻ watching behind glasses as the evening felt less like an celebration &. more like an social-experiment with to many variables. As she doesn't notice at first as an canary-rose was mutating on its own behind her. The petals began to glisten ⸻ glitter ⸻ &. take on an metallic-metalized rose-gold. As she felt an involuntary shiver run down her spine suddenly ⸻ as the stem twisted in like an serpents slowly converting into an coiling silver-thorned ⸻ metal-vined thief.

Behind her ⸻ the mutated rose extended its first metallic vine toward any metalized décor &. anyone to close to snatch something unexpectedly from ⸻ as the metal-disappeared bit-by-bit into the ⸻ searching &. twisting ⸻ metalized-vines &. bloom. As the ominous metalized-rose swallowed anything it could find ⸻ as it was growing in size along the wall spreading itself along the wall the more it consumed &. in its own boldness ⸻ it took much bigger risks.

╰ 🔆.⭒ʿ˖✧ @thomashopper | @ericseara.

[vinemagic]

🌻 THE SUMMER SOLSTICE BALL 🌻

⸻ 🌻 WILLOW PARK ❯❯❯❯ She was all Gentle Summer ⸻ Botanical-Golden ⸻ &. Sea-Warm Enchanted : an short-golden tulle dress with homemade floral-embroidery with green-ribbon straps. homemade cowrie-choker &. bracelet ⸻ with cheap hibiscus flower earrings. midnight-jade hair in an loose side dutch crown braid with an green ribbon. yellow combat-boots &. crossbody handbag ⸻ unfortunately it was rather to hard to see her outfit with all that uncontrollable ⸻ floral-growth.

[vinemagic]

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Rollieflord-XZ.

📷 ⌞Rollieflord-XZ ⌝ : An camera-prototype that looked like 3 different ideas that had been taken apart ⸻ argued with ⸻ &. rebuilt into commission by Willow from an Walt Academy students help ⸻ as it was mostly Rollieflex ⸻ part Rolliecord ⸻ &. Chuzhaos inner-digital-components.

📷 ⌞ Digital ⌝ : It captures photographs &. records videos.

📷 ⌞ Polyurethane Film-Filters ⌝ : Willow uses polyurethane-film &. fills the strip-spaces with experimental-chlorophyll to mimic popular photography-lenses ⸻ filters ⸻ &. even specialized-filters to bring magic into clear focus.

📷 ⌞ Notes ⌝ : 6hr charge-life • SD Card • Standard 1080p HD Video • Rollieflex lenses • Rollieflex view-finder • Rolliecords self-timer lever ⸻ acts as an multi-layering tool • Rollieflex metal-crank ⸻ moves the film-filters • Commissioned frame-counter 0 - +

📷 ⌞ Insp. ⌝ : human-realm kids view-master • never doubt the existence of things you cannot see + the power of half-a-sided-friendship • the 3-month horrifying celestial omen into the wilderness red-flag adventure ⸻ king clawthorne.

Film_Strip Filters : 0. Auto, 1. Enhanced-Auto, 2. Monochrome, 3. High Contrast B&W, 4. White-Hot Thermal Filter, 5. Heat-Thermal Filter, 6. Black-Light, 7. Flora-Aperture Filter, * exposes hidden biochemical-properties from plant life ( ex. acids, sugars, chlorophylls, poisons, oils, pollens, resins, ect. ), 8. Elemental-Aperture, * exposes basic elemental magic frequency-spots, 9. Glitter-Splash, * exposes magical &. non-magical flecks of glitter &. pollen in color while the rest is b&w, 10. Circular Polarizer, 11. Neutral Density, 12. Graduated ND, 13.--, 14.--, 15.--, 16.--, 17.--, 18.--, 19.--, 20. --, 21.--, +,

[conspriacies]

a hand drifts up to the back of his neck, rubbing at it sheepishly. he glances aside for a second before giving a small, apologetic wince.

“sorry about that, willow.”

she calls his attention back to the hoop, to the task at hand. the feat happens too quickly; vines wrap around the basketball in a flash of green, spotted only from his peripherals, before he hears a clean swish. perplexing, he thinks, as the ball bounces once, twice, thrice against the plastic panelling below. and he’s not wrong, either — he knows that, unless the world in its totality has sped up somehow while he and the basketball are a few frames behind, and the light breeze has suddenly acquired the applied force of a human hand, then something weird just happened. of course, only for a few seconds, until time and space snap right back into place.

or maybe willow’s just broken the rules of physics. equally as likely, if not more. he wouldn’t expect anything less.

“yeah, i was.” dipper narrows his eyes at her briefly, trying to decide whether to call attention to the fact that she definitely, probably, absolutely did something there, before turning to the seemingly equally perplexed booth operator. his shoulders lift in a small shrug as he gestures vaguely at the hoop, expression settling into something expectant rather than smug.

he grabs a box from the operator before he can reconsider the legality of what just happened, turning it over in his hands as he steps back over to willow. the contents lightly thud as he shakes it, examining all sides with a kind of unnecessary thoroughness. “score!” his face brightens, and he goes with his educated guess as fact. “thanks for… y’know — i’m pretty sure that was rigged anyway, so honestly, i don’t feel that bad about it. so what are you doing here?”

[vinemagic]

⸻🍂 WILLOWS HANDS CLENCHED TIGHTLY AROUND THE STRAP of her adventure-bag.

As the panic took longer to leave than she liked to admit.  While for several seconds ⸻ she could still hear her own pulse loud within her ears.  As Dipper was unaware of her inner chaos &. for that brief second it felt like mercy. It felt good to stand beside someone who honestly doesn't know enough about botanical-plants to recognize when something was going . . . wrong ⸻ like it's evidence in an case against her.  

“ Don't apologize Pines! That hoop looks like it has personal issues. That's ⸻ probably the important part. ” She replied back keeping her tone light &. airy masking the panic ⸻ inner-chaos. While she shifted her adventure-bag behind her ⸻ gently pushing the tyrant-kudzu with its new thorns down away from sight. As her magic wasn't evolving ⸻ but mutating plants into something she couldn't control?

Biting her lower-lip as . . . Arcane-Hollow had come back to mind in an very quiet ⸻ unpleasant ⸻ unwanted ⸻ but practical thought. Maybe she should admit herself for the rest of the summer ⸻ maybe her magic was not evolving alongside her but mutating dangerously ⸻ maybe she could get this all under control before it gets worse &. impossible to hide if she did?

While smokey-quartzs blinking behind glasses as she couldn't help but smile. As Dipper was holding ⸻ inspecting an prize thoroughly as if they had won something they must have desired? &. with Dipper so blissfully unaware she is strangely finding herself comforted by that. Because sometimes escaping doesn't mean running away ⸻ it just . . . means standing still in an chaotic-world. &. forcing herself to breath ⸻ enjoy the moment. “ I started the day cleaning the beach ⸻ marking turtle nests ⸻ normal-under-the-sun-summer-stuff ⸻ ” as she spoke gently ⸻ her face brightened as she adjusted her dark-green bandana quickly “ ⸻ but came to the pier for some quirky ice-cream choices. The basketball situation was just an unexpected detour. But come with me Pines!!! ” “ Oh ⸻ please come with me!? We can celebrate beating the rigged-system with me? ”

[clawthorncs]

now a days the city just felt different. not wrong in any sense. just... different. maybe it was because he had been gone for so long, or because people looked at him differently?? regardless, he couldn’t put his finger on why?... he kept expecting things to feel the way they used to and finding that they didn't...he was still hearing whispers..still having weird dreams with no reason..and for whatever the reason, he'd stopped trying to figure out the why behind it all...at least for now.

king found himself perched on a weathered bench tucked along one of elias' busier paths, watching the city drifting around him as the evening began to settled in. the sounds of distant conversations mixed with the hum of passing traffic, lights beginning to flicker awake one by one. clover sat comfortably atop his head, completely unbothered by any of it. lucky bird. king leaned back against the bench, arms folded loosely across his chest. "y 'know"  he murmured, glancing upward. "i think you're only here because nobody's told you i'm a terrible influence." a chirp. "woooow. okay." another chirp. he snorted despite himself and for a while, that was enough. the quiet and the company. the simple comfort of not having to explain himself to anyone. then clover suddenly perked up and king noticed immediately. “...don't.”

the bird ignored him. "clover." with a delighted chirp, the small creature launched himself into the air as king watched in slow-motion horror as clover beelined toward the nearest unsuspecting passerby. "ooh, no..not again...you can't just adopt people you don't know" he pushed himself off the bench and started after him, already rubbing at his temple. the bird chirped happily, disagreeing of his remarks.

[vinemagic]

⸻🍂 OLD ELIAS WAS CROWDED ENOUGH TO MAKE her honestly desire to disappear into the gaps in-between.

But that isn't how life works no matter how polite you ask it. While her book-bag strap was cutting into her shoulder &. an tote-bag bit down on the other shoulder with its heavy-contents. As the Enchanted Forrest was still an long walk away as the trees ⸻ the vines pulse secrets ⸻ as the summer-woodland creatures where hungry ⸻ &. the nature-spirits were quite . . . lively.

Until Clover darts &. bee-lines in an yellow-blur landing against her midnight-jade dutch-braid. ' Clover ⸻ ' she began softly ' ⸻ you can't keep flying of leaving people like that. ' As she doesn't turn around right-away at first. Pausing ⸻ slowly turning on there heel to finally face them. “ Hey ⸻ ” she politely said in measure ⸻ distant ⸻ to King.

Right now . . . it all felt shallow between them in an way she couldn't quite explain because shallow water has an way of showing everything clearly from the ⸻ pebbles ⸻ leaves &. petals ⸻ pale scars in the riverbed ⸻ as it offers nowhere to put the parts that hurt. As she stands in it &. feels exposed bracing for every passing current because there is no depth to steady them when the current becomes rapid.

As Luz loves them both ⸻ as she makes space between people seem survivable. But she spent wondering for an while whether King simply accepted her because she arrived attached to someone he already cared about. &. there so called friendship was built on patience ⸻ tolerance ⸻ &. force. As that wasn't something she ever wanted in an friendship.

No one should feel forced into something. As the thought of it left an quiet pressure behind her smokey-quartzs behind glasses. While she shifts her book-bag higher against her shoulder &. tightens her grip on the tote-bag strap. As Clover circled back over Kings head ⸻ &. settled against the top of his head ⸻ fluff of hair ⸻ with such uncomplicated delight that made her happy for Clover.

As the Enchanted Forrest was waiting? Forests don't technically wait for say buut it was all she really could think of to excuse herself in the heat of the moment. “ I ⸻ I don't really have time to stand around today. I should keep going. Yeah . . . I'm just going to go now? Uhm ⸻ bye. ”

[deweytduck]

he was one of those people who didn’t care about the politics of elias. even if scrooge had his name in everything and donald was on the council, dewey never cared for politics. learning rules was more huey’s realm, sneaking past rules was more louie’s forte. he just stumbled his way around, having no idea what he was doing searching for clues and opening doors meant to stay closed.

it was always hit or miss if someone recognized him by sight or his name. he knew that meant he needed to be cautious for everyone’s sake, but dewey didn’t have a cautious bone in his body. which was likely more of a problem than it was a solution to a problem. still dewey really didn't care. "donald duck is my uncle, that does mean that i am related to scrooge." he looked around the museum. "i probably helped find a dozen or so of the items in here. not that my name's on any of them." dewey didn't care about that as much as he cared about the adventure, sure he wanted to be known, but it wasn’t like people would put the name to his face from a museum plaque.

"i don't know why i came here." at this point, he didn't like complaining about his problems. well, that was a lie, he loved complaining about his problems. dewey didn't think that people cared about the problems he was complaining about. there, that was better. being concerned about a great uncle's name on half the town was such a privileged thing to complain about. it was especially bad to complain about when his uncles had raised him perfectly fine. still it hurt knowing the truth.

"willow park," he repeated, nodding his head. he'd remember that. there was something curious about the other that he couldn't quite put his finger on. "no, i think it does. knowing someone's name absolutely makes them not a stranger. like maybe the person i buy breakfast every morning doesn't know my trauma or anything, but he knows what fruit i like and my name and that i have some what of a routine." although sometimes his "breakfast" was at 2pm. dewey liked to say he never met a stranger.

he thought for a second. "let's do pit stop diner. i want good coffee." dewey did not like nor need coffee in his system and yet that was not going to stop him from drinking a bunch with a ton of diner food. he turned to go, keeping a slower pace than he'd normally have. "do you like living here?" he asked.

[vinemagic]

⸻🍂 WILLOWS SMOKEY-QUARTZ BEHIND METAL-GLASSES CAREFULLY gazed among the glassed-relic displays:

As each artifact ⸻ each relic ⸻ held secrets from an past. While her smokey-quartz gaze behind glasses settled on an obsidian orb. As it reflected everything around it. &. she found herself studying it as much as she was listening to Deweys words echoing in her mind ⸻ stirring an restlessness deep within her burning-self. However ⸻ the pieces he helped find . . . pieces someone else decided were important enough to label &. place beneath an spotlight?

She felt an growing heaviness in her chest tighten. Despite being surrounded by all these artifacts from the human-realm &. wonder ⸻ the weight of her thoughts threatened to pull her under. Suddenly thinking about . . . the savage ages &. the corrupted knowledge ⸻ as she felt her mind spiral back to the history of the demon-realm: How in bloody titan did there ancestors even exile giraffes to the human-realm? While the standard history-book always glossed over the banishment. But now the horror of it all spiraled entirely out of control as she felt it was rather suffocating her with unanswered questions.  Did Hunter know how there ancestors did it?  Maybe . . . she should ask Amity first ⸻ as she bit her lower lip.  Did . . . there ancestors have some specific relic ⸻ artifact ⸻ ruin-gate hidden away by time in the human-realm that happens to be magically in Maine? Was that the reason why King was suddenly lured that far away? “ Even if your name isn't on the little card ⸻ you still have the memorys you made finding them ⸻ this is just one-chapter of your story. " While her mind kept going back to her own questions about the Demon-Realm. “ I get that you're struggling⸻ it's okay to feel lost sometimes. ” She said as she understood that feeling more than she liked to admit ⸻ especially right-now. “ How do you know I won't hurt you? How . . . are you so certain I won't do something horrible? ” As she was worried about them an tad-bit as she could honestly be some horrible-person &. Dewey wouldn't even know it until it was far to late. “ Sure! That sounds perfect. ” While she said as she followed along. “ No . . . but thank you for asking ⸻ ” as she said it as politely as possible but it was bluntly-put. As her mind went back to the bizarre geographical-riddle between the Demon-Realm ⸻ The Savage Ages ⸻ Wild Magic ⸻ Human-Realm &. the banishment of giraffes. As it wouldn't stop consuming her thoughts. Until she realized Dewey has lived his entire-life in the human-realm!!! “ Can I ask what do you know about Maine?! ”

[conspriacies]

paradise pier   »   ˎˊ˗   »   12:00  hours ⸺ open starter  !

on a summer day like this, paradise pier is bustling with people. clouds adorn the sky as if they were painted against a backdrop of cerulean blue, with the sun shining brightly on the crowds. despite being above open water, they’re boxed in: by seaside food stands, bright attractions, and carnival game vendors — many of whom stand to benefit and have upgraded their prizes accordingly.

dipper knows well enough the tricks and trappings for these games, how most are rigged against the player from the start. but it’s a pair of sound-isolating headphones that catch his eye, which he desperately needs after leaving his only pair at the shack. first, he wonders what the stand’s budget is, if it can afford to stake studio-level gear.

and next, the gears in his brain begin to spin.

wind pressure, launch angle, the low and sagging canvas roof — dipper’s never been the most athletically inclined, but there’s a workaround. the brain is just as much of a muscle as biceps, and the work he’s put into the former can surely close the distance. not to mention, it’s been years since his last disaster at a carnival; he’s gained enough experience now to hopefully not give someone a black eye.

what he fails to account for is the stiff, completely unyielding rim. he adjusts his stance, elbows bending as he shoots the over-inflated basketball towards the backboard. but with no breakaway slack to absorb the kinetic energy, it slams against the welded steel and rocket-launches past him into a nearby bystander. head whipping to follow, his warning comes out rushed and in a panic, still slower than wherever the ball crashes. “watch out! it’s coming right for — ”

[vinemagic]

⸻🍂 WILLOW HAD ONCE FOUND JOY IN HUMAN-summer days that blended into warm afternoons.

While filled with 6am beach cleanups with sand stuck to her ankles ⸻ careful attention marking turtle-nests ⸻ collecting strange little materials from the beach &. tide-lines ⸻ as wild ⸻ breathless crash of surfing until her arms &. legs ached. As the cleaning still happens ⸻ the turtle nests still get marked &. protected.  While materials still get collected to.  But the surfing is completely out of the question without them because the missing space of them keeps walking with her ⸻ as there friends absence has left her entirely out of place &. questioning why she hasn't found them yet.

What kind of friend was she to let them suffer . . . 227 days ⸻ 5,424 hrs? As each step-taken in Paradise Pier ⸻ was like dragging invisible chains ⸻ as each game ⸻ each ride ⸻ was an reminder that she was no closer to solving there disappearance ( Oct. 31, 2025 ). Leaving an gaping absence of failure. While the smell of sunscreen ⸻ salt ⸻ &. bonfire-smoke further down shore didn't help comfort her like she thought it would. As midnight-jade hair hanged in tight dutch-braids ⸻ an rusty hair clip that caught weak sunlight brushing against an forest-green bandana.

With an oversized &. faded Cosmic_Frontier shirt that dragged heavily just above her knees while her adventure-bag dangled from her shoulder feeling heavy-er than usual. As she wandered around Paradise Pier like she had forgotten were she was meant to go. It didn't help that she was also trapped in her own thoughts not knowing where to put herself inside it all ⸻ summer school ⸻ her magic evolving in ways she couldn't understand.  Who could she even tell ⸻ who would even understand what it felt like to be pulled in 2-different directions?

While it all happened so fast ⸻ as an warning broke out. As time seemed to slow- down as she froze ⸻ instinctively ⸻ as smokey-quartzs stared widely behind metal ottoman-glasses at an basketball coming towards her.   She felt panic creep in like un-invited vines as an thick-thorny ⸻ Pueraria Montana ⸻ Kudzu ⸻ tendril tyrant-ly erupted out from her adventure-bag. Like the tyrant Kudzu that it was wrapped around the basketball ⸻ altered the trajectory by sheer-whipping-force &. violently sent the basketball towards the hoop.

The bell screamed the tyrants-victory while she ended up standing there still in . . . shock. Dipper Pines has always been charming ⸻ in an clumsy sort of way. As she lost control of her magic that responded to fear faster than intention . . . again. &. maybe . . . Dipper won't notice the evolved-species-of-plant &. the new-thorns? “ That was scary ⸻ ” she hummed calmly as she could feel her heart-beat pounding hard she could feel them in her wrists. Looking from the thorny-tyrant ⸻ to Dipper &. tried to distract Dipper first ⸻ then question if they noticed later. “ ⸻ I think you won Pines! You were aiming for that hoop ⸻ right? ”

[vinemagic]

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ Midnight Jade ❀ Smokey-Quartz ❀ Pointed-Ears.

[luzuramagic]

it was moments like this where luz felt like she could burst with joy. the world around them was uncertain. there was darkness looming over them that they couldn't ignore, but in these small moments, the darkness wasn't so scary. their friendship could illuminate even the gloomiest of roads. her friends gave her hope. with that, luz knew she could face anything elias had to throw their way. "i feel like that's the perfect way to describe me." luz laughed.

luz turned to give willow's painting her full attention. she studied every detail down to the brushstroke. she paused for dramatic effect. letting a comfortable silence fall between them, her head tilted, eyes squinted, and lips playfully pursed. "no it's not. it's great. it's willowy." she turned to give her friend a bright smile. the painting exuded willow's energy and for that reason alone it was perfect in luz's mind. "honestly, your bunny sounds cooler than mine. living in walls is way cooler than paying taxes."

[vinemagic]

⸻🍂 WILLOW WOULD GIGGLE GENTLY AS SHE WAS very aware that Luz.

In all her lovable chaotic energy was an ray of light that had an way of easing others troubles ⸻ or sometimes causing more problems. But that is what made Luz &. all this an comfortable feeling as she adored there friendship much in the same way how daisy's bloom under the sun ⸻ naturally. As the Paint-&.-Sip was alot more fun then she expected it to be ⸻ as it was untouched by the complexity ⸻ uncertainty.   While change was coming ⸻ &. with it she knew each day could draw any of them closer to conflicts they may not be ready to face yet. But it was when she noticed the way Luz's head tilted ⸻ lips pursed ⸻ eyes squinted with the dramatic art-critic seriousness that made Luz look like they would be judging an masterpiece instead of . . . an introverted-bunnicula? Possibly having an emotional-frozen day in the wall.  “ You squinted⸻ ”  she mock-gasped-playfully. “ You absolutely squinted before calling it ⸻ great ⸻ &. then willowy?! ” As she tried to stifle an giggle putting down her thermos. While she picked up an paintbrush to dip it into paint &. reached over to Luz quickly brushing an bright-green streak of paint against Luz's skin. Of course ⸻ to startle her. “ There ⸻ ” she teased proudly ⸻ twirling the paintbrush in mid-air gently. “ Now you're officially part of the very exclusive willowy treatment. ”

[reapingsoul]

"it's not a garden scythe!" the statement came out a bit too quickly and too aggressively for an item that appeared relatively mundane. however, given how the scythe was given to him by his mother and how it held much power that made him the grim reaper he was, the scythe had always been a sensitive issue for him. granted, he could've done a better job watching over it, but he hadn't anticipated coming across another person in the cemetery.

he practically yanked the scythe away when it was offered back to him. the force caused some of the weed to break apart, but grim couldn't bring himself to apologise.

"looking for four-leaf clovers in a cemetery." he scoffed, as if the idea was offensive to him. "this isn't a place for happy-go-lucky people. people come here to mourn—" he turned and gestured to the tombstones. "—to lament, to pay respects to the dead. not to find some clovers to increase their chances of winning the lottery."

with that, grim stamped his scythe to the ground. sparks bursted from the impact of the weapon against the ground. he lowered his voice, "so tell me what you're truly here for."

[vinemagic]

⸻🍂 WILLOW COULDN'T TELL IF THAT SCYTHE HAD an story ⸻ an meaning or . . . if they really disliked being misunderstood as an gardener.

But when there scythe striked the ground &. the sparks where brought to life along with the heavy words spoken ⸻ asking them what they were really doing there? They held themselves as still as possible because they were struggling to control an part of themselves &. the smallest movement felt like it would just make everything so much more worse.

“ I . . . am trying not to move. ” They softly &. honestly expressed while they were loud enough to be heard. As it wasn't said out of bravery ⸻ or wanting some clean-slated understanding. It came out of anxiousness that was just as bright as there scythes-sparks that had illuminated moments ago ⸻ as natures warning sign ⸻ nyctinasty ⸻ started to show in the weeds &. wildflowers around them.

As they slowly got up ⸻ though there features were frozen in an fear that turned into panic with nowhere left to go.

While an force beneath them tore through the ground like how they felt ⸻ frightened-pressure given shape ⸻ as an soft-tremor paralyzed them in place. As massive rose-vines shot out from underneath like outstretched-claws erupting from the ground around the cemetery's iron-fence. While massive rose-vines didn't climb ⸻ or grow ⸻ they bent over one another in tangled-arches swallowing up the iron-bars under its weight. As they could hear the iron bending under the pressure.

But what concerned them . . . was the glittering bismuth-thorns ⸻ massive metalized-hooked-thorns ⸻ beginning to take on an rainbow-oxidation the more exposed it was to the elements ⸻ as that didn't look natural to them. None of that was normal. As they kneeled back down wrapping there arms around there knees. Staring right back at the clovers as if trying to be still ⸻ &. going back to searching for something as silly as 4-leaf-clovers. As hundreds ⸻ if not thousands of ⸻ apricot Rosa × noisettiana ⸻ apricot noisette roses ⸻ as apricot &. pastel-golds bloomed to life in an single moment.

Leaving the air-heavily perfumed with its new-existence. As these vines were different ⸻ massive &. evolving. As they were trying to get away ⸻ as far away from Elias &. they made it as far as the entrance of the cemetery than Orions grave like they planned. As they were unable to stop the roots &. the vines from moving. As it all settled down for now. “ The clovers just happened . . . to be there. ” They stressfully-mumbled as they pressed there palms to there temples! “ Happy-go-lucky people don't hurt people!! ”

In the kind of way they were thinking of how sink-holes could be created in Elias with massive vines with metalized-thorns tearing apart the ground below if they weren't careful enough. They were so freaking-screwed!!! While they were not in full-control &. no matter how many times they tried to push it all down ⸻ force-shape the pressure into control like they did when they were an teen during there abomination-days ⸻ it wasn't working. It was just making everything worse. “ Augh ⸻ this is bad . . . for me. Obviously me. &. not you. ”

[amityatelias]

WILLOW PARK AND AMITY BLIGHT MOODBOARD

You were never too weak to be my friend. I was too weak to be yours.

a moodboard for @vinemagic