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Damn i completaly forgot to post this thing, school is eating me out alive. Anyways, thank you @lancedoncrimsonwings.

Things went by very quickly, months passed and it was already February. It was still damn winter, but everyone always tried to convince him that it wasn't that bad. And in the midst of the cold, the fey obtained resources and a willpower that Lancelot particularly envied and asked so that they could have a Lupercalia festivity. He remembers the three days of lupercalia where they held feasts for healing and fertility and drank with the fauns. It was also when lovers declared themselves to each other in a way he never forgot.

At the birth of Aphrodite or Venus, Goddess of love and beauty, she is created from sea foam and walked through the sand to find the other Olympians, consequently her symbol is a shell. Centuries ago, it was realized that when sand is exposed to a certain temperature, it crystallizes, and as Ashes have fire in their blood, handling this would not be as difficult just as with other metals.

Every Lupercalia celebration, couples or lovers go to the beaches, light a fire and look for the shell that most reminds them of their partner, and then return to their loved one's side. Then they gathered a handful of sand in their hands with the shell in the middle and heated it until the sand melted into a crystal. They made flowers with the crystal, usually the favorites of their loved ones, each one was unique due to the way it was made and the shell inside it, the shells were exchanged and then they spent the night celebrating and loving each other. On the next day, the previous year's flower was buried in the gardens or temples of goddesses related to love or fertility. They were called love-forges.

Many women appeared pregnant after the celebration. And in fact that's how he gained a younger brother.

When Lancelot was a child, he remembered seeing his father and two mothers making these flowers for each other and exchanging them among themselves, and then they decorated the house with them until the following year, where they buried them in the garden of the goddesses.

Now Lancelot is almost thirty years old and has never made a love-forge for anyone. He thought he would never do it until a jerk with green eyes came into his life last autumn.

Now the monk suddenly finds himself waking up at dawn and voluntarily going out in the cold to go to the nearest beach and walk along the sea coast looking for the shell that most reminded him of his best friend. But how could a single shell remind him of someone like Gawain? It wasn't possible. Gawain would never be someone who could be described in a single, small shell.

After a good few minutes of walking along the coast, Lancelot's eyes fall on something small, bright green that almost immediately reminds him of his best friend, and suspiciously to his stupid heart, desired lover.

A small, flat, chubby shell, with a spiral shape as captivating as his green eyes. Its color was a vibrant light green, the base was greener than its center, which was turning white, the marks caused by the spirals looked golden, and it was so beautiful in the moonlight that it made his heart beat faster. How could something so small remind him of such an important person? The shell did not remembered him any other than Gawain. It was only as perfect as him.

Lancelot takes the shell between his hands and returns to the sand, taking a small handful between his hands. His heart was racing too fast to be considered normal, but at least it kept him warm. He places the small shell in the middle, burying it with more sand and blowing fire several times, melting the sand until it forms a malleable crystal. His hands work to create the petals, round and large, leaving the shell in the middle.

He delicately made each petal, each one held something he liked about his friend, or a moment of them together. The smell of his hair, the captivating eyes holding him as he talks, the hands helping him put his clothes back on when his ribs were broken, the way their lips almost touch when they whisper secrets to each other, the stolen clothes and teasing at breakfast. Everything that reminded him of him as each round petal was placed delicately and slowly on a gardenia, a flower that signified secret love. He finishes the flower as in tradition, a kiss on the petals on the shell.

"What is that?" Suddenly Gawain's voice sounds behind him, scaring him and making him look over his shoulder to where the other man is looking at him. Gods, was he so distracted that he didn't hear or feel Gawain nearby?

“Just a flower. It was a tradition of my people and I wanted to do it now that I, well, came back.” He responds, the heart accelerating the closer Gawain comes, until he sits next to him, but much closer than is friendly permitted.

He turns his face away from the flower to look at Gawain, their lips almost touching for a moment and both men take a few seconds to compose themselves and stop looking at each other's lips. “Does it always end with a kiss like that?” Gawain whispered, sliding his eyes to the crystal gardenia in his friend's hand. "Yes." The other responds without turns.

The green-eyed man extends his hand, touching Lancelot's and holding the gardenia with him, and speeding up both their hearts even more. “May I?” He asks, and Lancelot nods, sure that he's talking about the flower, but is surprised when suddenly his best friend's lips are on his. It's just a peck, a press of lips, but it makes the blue-eyed man's brain stop and it takes a few seconds before he responds to the kiss with a press of lips of his own.

Gawain's lips were as soft as he imagined, and Lancelot knows that his marks are glowing with the amount of happiness and passion he feels in that moment. The kiss seems to last forever, even though it was only a few long seconds. They break the kiss, both looking at each other and again the other man is the first to speak. “We should get back to the tent, before you freeze from lack of heat.” The man nods and they both get up with each other's help, but Lancelot is surprised again when Gawain pulls him to his chest and whispers in his ear. “I’ll cuddle you all night so you don’t get cold.” Lancelot feels his marks glowing brighter, his cheeks heat up and he probably looks like a tomato judging by the way his love laughed triumphantly and walked away, while he stood still for a while before following him back to the camp with the flower in his hands.

That man was still going to give him a heart attack.

Here is the inspiration for the shell and what a gardenia looks like:

This was inspired by me and the person i like showing that we like each other through origami of our favorite flowers. My heart skipped a beat when they said that they have each of the lilies I gave them in a different house. And since Lancelot has no idea how to show love I decided to put this on him too.

Happy valentines day, also late.

Whit pleasure Sir.

So, at first my username was 'vaquinhadecogumelinhos', which was created when I was 11-12 years old. Well, I spent a long time before going back to using tumblr. And yet that name had a reason.

'Vaquinha-de-cogumelinhos' translate to 'LilMushrooms-Calf' and i named my blog like this cause when i was younger, i was OBSESSED with bulls and cows and calfs. And I was innocently wandering around Minecraft with my cousins and one of them drops the information that there is a mushroom cow. Mushrooms were another thing I had a big hyperfocus on for a good few years. I heard this and went looking for a picture or confirmation that it was real, and I came across the wonder of the cows on Minecraft's mushroom island.

I fell in love at first sight.

This was perfect, my two hyperfocuses on one thing. So I decided that I would name any social midia username after those perfections of fictional nature.

It's been a good few years since I stopped using tumblr and I came back in December of last year, and I fell in love with tumblr. But my username was no longer something I identified with, not even my profile picture was something I liked. So I changed everything.

My profile picture and dashboard are now as chaotic and weird as I've accepted myself to be. And I'm happy with that. But my name was another story.

I'm nearly fluent in American English, which is a blessing because it's also mostly in English. But I realized that for a social network that's mostly in English, my username could be as dificult to write as a dinosaur's. So I changed it to something simple, but that would describe me well. I could have put Angry-wild-racoon, but I chose beginning-writer. Cause whoever read it would know right away what half of my blog is about. Write. The other half is reserved for the five-person Cursed fandom and the even smaller fandom that ships Lancewain.

Tagging anyone who sees this!

Tag game🎉

Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!

For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.

Tags-> @slipping-lately @firequeenofficial @noagskryf @twinklstarrrr @halfbakedspuds @polterwasteist @rokushi-san @mygedagtes +anyone that sees this and wants to do this as well

Yeah, the first thing i do when i open a custom character game it's do my favorite characters/new obsession, what so?

@lancedoncrimsonwings @dinogod

Also, I'm bored, so use this post to tag someone to share something about their favourite characters.

Saw this on Pinterest and remembered the Weeping Mink.

@lancedoncrimsonwings

Squirrel: Almost giving his dads a heart attack

Weeping Mink (angrily praying): Vesta, Goddess of sacred fire, family and househood. Give me strength not to kill that pest of a boy today.

SFX make up done by Lucy Rowley for the @NetflixUK series @CursedNetflix last year on Daniel Sharman. Designed by Erika Okvist (source)

Ooh i love those! (We clearly have a hyper fixation on snakes and tattoos here, don't we, Tavo?) Anyways, Thanks for the tag @lancedoncrimsonwings! Tagging @warlocklawyer666 @dinogod @moyavince and ANYONE who wants to participate!

Four photos on my camera roll that aren't selfies

First one is obviously my princess, my queen, my baby, my royalty, my goddess and sweetness, thing i would kill and die for no matter If mortal or devine. My precious dog, Kaya.

Second is a photo of the table after an afternoon coffee with my cousins at home and we had already finished eating everything.

Third is a bush with a flower that I found beautiful at my cousin's house. (Yes, I spend a lot of time at my cousin's house, so what? He's my favorite.)

And fourth is simply the most beautiful cloudy sunrise I have ever seen in my life. And if I'm not mistaken the photo was taken one day after I made my altar to Apollo. I LOVED this photo and it's simply my favorite so far.

Tagged by @whoiisshe to share four photos from my phone that are not selfies.

Thank youu 💌

i tag: @mo-tsvetkov @mondo-grosso @nismo-na-filmu-zaboga @led-sam-a-gorim2 @i-sta-cemo-sad @t-d-m-e-b @tiha-odiseja @classical-vanity @cudimsejatebi @adisharoney @g-gor

That's the most accurate thing i've ever read about adhd

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