The Road Less Traveled

You are the scar in my veins Because I love (you) when it rains Soothing teardrops on my bruises The ones you used to kiss Like I stopped every of your bleedings, because living with an open wounded heart is not so gentle

Tender invasion of your skin With my mouth on every of your story lines Love drowned in the fields of March arriving Gentleness still leaves a mark, like rose stains on a white dress Spattering my innocence with blood and thorns

April came with promises, summer with tidal wives But it was not the perfume of flowers, but the decay of grief dragging along with autumn winds My blooming heart not made to survive the harsh storms When you’re not here, it’s like waiting for a lonely death

Now I only feel your december cold Your december cold My spring petals withering, autumn’s wind waning and its heart dying Who ever thought a summer love could be such a cold death? Now spring is rotting between the flowers in my bones and cherry blossoms in the sky, While my cemetery blooms You made me fall in love Now do me one last favor. To fall out of it, out of you.

Loving you is worse than death My heart aches when you are gone Summer rain in winter’s heart Pouring down like tears down my face No autumn sun will save me

Hurt arrived quietly wearing a flower crown Dragging my corpse with the reaching spring at its side Where does my heart begin and yours end? Our garden was a labyrinth of thorns and brambles Maybe spring is not the root of bloom but of heartbreak Because now your scent haunts me with every flower

What was once a warm summer rain, Now a shipwrecking roar - I am drowning in your flood of regrets, Until your autumn waves will wash me away, crash against the shallow of my ribs and bury me forever under the ice of the eternal oblivion that only winter brings Will you kiss again? And laugh like the leaves in the trees whispering a name that may be simply too much Too little Too late, too early, The wrong time, or no time existing for us to hold the flame with bare hands

Your lullaby still plays in my head I wish you cry too, For all the things you made me feel My innocence gone Or victim to yours and its taste

Shedding tears in silence, for the first time ever known A fool weeping for your love, but who can spare cries mourning a broken heart? Let time come. Rose petals wash away all the hurt I would deny, lie Let time come. To let the winter grow in my heart and ice flowers cover my eyes. The mask of chilling white porcelain I need to wear Even I know I can’t live without you, this garden will wither with you and me too Frozen lake of what once was, the lifeless mirror sealing where we created joy The memory of the ghost of us My face will slowly turn back to the shade for this world Where no one cares, no one hurts, no one asks anymore

My eyes the holy deceased orbs that holds my heart cold as december snow Will I survive now? Only a memory of a kiss in spring Because for winter, my summer child, your heart is meant to be, this shard of ice

Give me a little time and I am almost there, forgetting you were ever there You ever loved me and I loved you My spring and your summer, our autumn dissolving in endless december snow Cold as ice is how kisses in February end

Waiting for that day, I will wait in the twilight of summer Let me become your autumn rain - I will weep for your sorrows, and smile in your joy Celebrating your happiness, and share your sadness as it once was, living in this reminiscence of our love Let it be our last requiem I will love you endlessly, crying for your love until my tears turn slowly to ice Letting the cold freeze my teardrops and hurt finally into stone

Who ever thought a summer love could be such cold death?

K. Mama K. Obviously.

hosted by April, over on bsky

tagged by @kimberbohwrites @kt-catt @fangedgrace @faeriiefire @facetheworldbitch @doomedlamb @lucretiouswept @alrendriablaze @litsenn

Thank you so much, darlings 🫠

Last Song: Still Maphra's cover of Faouzia's Unethical

Current Obsession: The brainrot is....brain rotting. Baldur's Gate 3. I have been revisiting older drafts of my first Scifi book though. That was horrifying.

Currently Reading: The City of Brass by S. A. Chakraborty

and the regular reread of @thecurlyginger's Your Protector Coming Home Series

Currently Working on: Celeste's Memoir (to no one's surprise)

Currently Wearing: ....really? 😅 Black Cotton, as usual. Longsleeve and pants.

Last Search: DnD 5e mend spell

Favourite Flower: I am allergic to everything that contains pollen, so....sunflowers?

K is for Kar'niss.

Theory Time: It's impossible to make a bad picture of Kar'niss. Driders' have such a cool character design and he's also pretty!

BG3 Alphabet Challenge

Thank you @alrendriablaze @wasteful-sam for the tags! I'm not a particularly interesting person but I'll answer honestly.

Last song: the cure by Olivia Rodrigo. It sounds like it should be on the Twilight soundtrack (complimentary)

Current Obsession: Banana and peanut butter on toast (I will eat this for breakfast for the next year), Paralives and just until last week it was D&D Dungeon Masters, I need it back D:

Currently reading: I'm nearly done with Songs of the Dead by Peter Orullian and Brandon Sanderson (epic fantasy with necromancy and a music-based magic system) and also Hell's Heart by Alexis Hall (sapphic Moby Dick in space)

Currently working on: Chapter 9 of A Study of Arcane Rivalry! I need to edit and publish Chapter 8 but I'm keeping that in case I want to revise anything.

Currently wearing: Black joggers and black hoodie (comfy house clothes, which is wildly different from my going-out clothes of black leggings and a black hoodie)

Last search: 'bg3 map of baldur's gate lower city' wow what a surprise

Favorite flower: probably roses, particularly Boscobel but I also love lots of different salvia, lavender and alliums

Thank you so much for the tags @deianestormborn and @thesanguinesonnet <333

Last song: Liar's tongue by Apate. And a lot of Thornhill (throwing Thornhill out there in hopes someone loves it as much as me xD)

Current obsession: Strawberries! I eat half a kilo almost every day 😅

Currently reading: Oh, nothing consistant rn unfirtunately, I have to read a lot for work. :(( But I've just read a wonderful "Ballad of the summer child, autumn wind and december snow " by @bhaal-battle-beer-bard and I can't recommend it enough, it is heartbreaking!

Currently working on: My smutfic 😅 it's haard (yes, I know what I did there).

Currently wearing: Dark-blue bathrobe (it's 11 pm)

Last search: liquidity heatmap june 10 (don't ask, it's for my boring ass job xD)

Favorite flower: Uhh... I don't really like flowers 😅 I mean, they are pretty and I appreciate nature, but I never had a flower where I was like "damn, this one's so pretty, I'll even learn it's name xD"

Oki, no-pressure tags to newever mooties: @theya-art @shkarpetkamax @smokepotgivetop @faeriiefire @scoldingdarjeeling @carnivaley @facetheworldbitch @fangedgrace @bladesingerlily @gortashsrighthand @doomedlamb

Thank you so much @optimisticgrey for the tag! You can find their wonderful snippet here.

I have finished the Dammon Love Letters and am just waiting to post it. I don't want to overwhelm everyone in June since I'm participating in a finish it challenge this month. Plus it will give me a few fics/chapters already done that I can post over the weeks to come instead of it being months between posts 🫣

I'm currently working on Chapter 4 of Master Rolan fic. I recently reread the last chapter, which is completely written out, and I'm excited to get Chapter 4 and 5 done so I can share the ending. Though, it won't be the ending of them because I might occasionally write more oneshots with Master Rolan and Tav. Anyways, here is a snippet from the beginning of Chapter 4 of Master Rolan A Private Audience.

Please see the rough draft snippet below the Keep Reading cut.

TW/CW: Master/slave dynamics, BDSM, Dominant/submissive dynamics, kinky, punishment play

Rolan.exe has stopped responding.

to tell your favorite creator that their work means something to you.

Especially if they're quiet. If they seem distant. If they come across as a little intimidating, a little snobbish, or awkward whenever someone compliments them.

There's a good chance that their work is simply their primary language.

Some people pour most of their energy into creating rather than communicating. Into learning, experimenting, refining, and trying to capture a feeling exactly the way they imagined it. They speak through stories, shots, paintings, edits, music, or words.

And many of them never really had the chance to learn how to accept praise in the first place.

But that doesn't mean they don't remember it.

Most of them remember far more than they let on.

And more often than not, they answer in the language they know best: by creating something new.

Something more thoughtful. More ambitious. More beautiful than the last piece.

Not because they feel obligated to repay kindness, but because genuine support has a remarkable way of making people want to keep creating. In fact, many creators remember kind words for years.

A comment left under a post. A message sent on a random afternoon. A repost with a thoughtful note attached.

Most people never realize how much those things matter.

I've been lucky enough to know creators like that, both inside and outside this fandom. They're often quiet, self-contained people who spend countless hours improving their craft, learning from the strangest places, collecting knowledge one tiny piece at a time.

And I've also been lucky enough to know incredibly kind people who regularly remind me (often against my will😅) that artists tend to be much harsher on themselves than anyone else ever could.

Lately, I've watched more and more creators quietly drift into the background.

Maybe it's summer.

Maybe the fandom is getting older.

Maybe people are simply tired, busy, or dealing with things outside the internet.

Most likely, it's a combination of all of those things.

But it made me wonder:

Does that person know they inspired you?

Do they know that their work brightened difficult days, made you smile, gave you ideas, or helped you love a character even more?

You'd be surprised how many people have absolutely no idea that they did.

H is for Halsin.

Not gonna lie, this is my favorite piece I've done recently 💚 I originally shot this for the Emerald Grove prompt but it felt too Halsin-centered. Good thing letter H exists as well!

BG3 Alphabet Challenge

Tags: body horror, psychological horror, blood and violence, angst, major character death

VP by the beloved @cursed-nyxan, the bestest birthday gift <3

Summary: An entry of Rolan’s diary on the day he killed Lorroakan in cold blood. Struggling with piled-up mental issues caused by the events of the past, Rolan rapidly approaches the breaking point, hallucinating and accepting that something in him has changed irrevocably. (Notes at the end)

A late entry for the free day for @rolaninto2026, sowwy :3 Read on AO3 or continue below.

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Eleasias 22nd

I came to my senses lying on the floor. Couldn’t remember why. Oddly, it was comforting. The less I moved, the less it ached. Even breathing felt exhausting. And so, I stayed, staring at the ceiling, mouth opened wide to catch the stifling air.

It was a moonless night. Shadows swallowed the Tower. The arcane barely gleamed above, as if its magic, its life essence, had drained away.

The stones of the ceiling were distorted beyond comprehension. It seemed they’d fall and crush me any moment. Until I realized there was nothing wrong with it. Rather, my right eye was seeing nothing but blur. Upon the revelation, a sharp, senseless pain immediately surged into it. Through tissue and bones, straight to the brain.