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neteyamsoare · 1 year

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Do you write headcanons? In case it's a yes, can you write Tonowari and Ronal headcanons? I LOVE their dynamic. Thank u🧡

Their Firstborn.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Tonowari x Ronal & Daughter! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. Ronal and Tonowari couldn’t be any more excited after hearing the arrival of their firstborn.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Pregnancy and slight fear at the end.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 702.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Tiyawn — [Love], Yawne — [beloved], Syulang — [Flower], Tsahik — [the spiritual leader of a Na'vi clan], and Olo'eyktan — [clan leader].

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Thank you anon for this request, I hope you liked it as much as I did as I was writing it. If you weren't expecting this then please feel free to request again but be specific in what you want it to feature.

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

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➱ The day Ronal found out she was pregnant with you was the best news she could ever receive with you being her first child.

➱ She quickly rushed to tell Tonowari that no matter how busy he was, he needed to know. Ronal waits for no one.

➱ “Yawne, what is so important that you had to drag me away from hunting?” Tonowari asks, a bit worried as he looks down at his mate who has a big smile on her face while tears fill her eyes.

➱ “We’re having a baby,” she says as the tears fall down her cheeks, she takes his hand and puts it over her stomach, she looks up at him, his eyes filling with tears as he can’t believe that his dream of having a little one was finally becoming true. They shared a long embrace that day.

➱ Since the news, they’ve been patiently waiting for your arrival.

➱ Tonowari being the lovely husband he is, tended to Ronal’s every care, craving, and support she needed not being able to lift a finger when he was around.

➱ She did scold him that she could do some things by herself, she was pregnant but not sick, Tonowari was a bit scared but understood and backed off- only a little.

➱ Tonowari would sing to you every morning before he had to leave to deal with his daily duties of being Olo’eyktan while rubbing Ronal’s belly. “I’m so sorry my sweet baby but your father is not a good singer,” she thought to herself as she looked down at her mate.

➱ After he left, she sang to you as she rubbed her belly. “Don’t worry my sweet child, Mama got you, she always will.”

➱ Ronal would make special jewelry for you to wear when you make your appearance, picking out the prettiest shells and pearls so you were her precious little jewel.

➱ The day you arrived, they were so excited to hear you cry and as you were placed in Ronal’s arms, she gently held you supporting your head, and rocked you a bit while Tonowari held your tiny hand “What should we call her, tiyawn?” he says while never taking his eyes off you.

➱ “How about y/n?” She says looking up at him as tears roll down his eyes.

➱ “Y/n is perfect.” He smiles at her and looks back at you as you look up at them with an adorable curious face.

Bonus - You as a toddler.

You were definitely a mama’s girl, always around her while she did her job as tsahik. She would carry you around with her as she made sure her people were doing alright, and you would never cause trouble with her, you were mostly quiet.

Your father on the other hand, you love giving him trouble, out of love of course. You were his little troublemaker. When he first took watch on you, he had brought you down to the beach so you could feel the touch of sand.

When he put you down, you were so fascinated by the texture, how soft it felt on your legs. You let out a giggle that made a smile appear on your father’s face as he watched you. Someone had gotten your father’s attention to say hi and by time he looked back to where you were sitting, you were gone which immediately struck fear in him.

“Where is she - Ronal’s is going to skin me alive - how could I lose my daughter the first time I take watch on her?” thoughts flooding his mind one after the other as he looked around frantically until he saw you near the ocean softly patting a baby ilu that came to greet you. He lets out a long breath that he’s been holding in as he makes his way toward you. When he reaches next to you, he immediately picks you up and hugs you tightly which makes you smile at the hold of your father. “I can tell you’re going to be the death of me, syulang.” he looks down at you as you look up at him with a smile.

#ಣ : sylaphone #avatar 2 #tonowari x reader #ronal x reader #tonowari x daughter reader #ronal x daughter reader #tonowari #ronal #tonowari x ronal #x reader #tonowari headcanon #ronal headcanon #atwow x reader #atwow headcanons #atwow fanfiction #atwow x you #atwow x y/n

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bestworstcase · 5 months

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rolls over

yeah yeah, the ruby-salem grief weapon parallel, we've all seen it

salem offers up the staff as a votive to the god of darkness after telling him of her story and what she hopes to receive in return. he deems this a fair bargain and grants her wish; salem drops the staff at his feet and rushes to ozma's side. do ut des. this is an act of prayer, of worship. salem knows what she's doing—she's pious—and does everything correctly.

(including making an offering of something she must have put some serious thought into: she gives the god of grimm her most precious possession and a token of her suffering.)

and what she asks for in return is ozma's life. the staff was precious to her only in ozma's absence, because it represented her lost love. had the god of darkness answered no, salem would still be obliged to leave the staff in his domain—just as she left light his flowers, you don't take back an offering if the god's answer is not to your liking—and to part with it and walk away empty-handed would have been devastating. but the moment she sees ozma again, the staff means nothing; she lets it fall from her grasp without a thought.

she chose to make herself vulnerable to that pain, offering darkness her own heart as a fair sacrifice for the mere possibility of ozma getting to live. and he tells her to rise and see her faith rewarded.

<- faith.

ruby is in pain. ruby is grieving and boiling in guilt because penny died again and ruby could do nothing to save her again. the sword is all she has left of one of her best friends. and then she offers it up to the toy soldiers—who have come to take them to the red castle—in exchange for, er… being taken to the prince's birthday celebration so that she can present the sword as a gift.

why?

"look, we may not know exactly what's going on, but for whatever reason, this place is putting us on a similar path as a book we all read as kids. i say we follow it—and stop pretending we know what we're doing."

the consequence of this choice of course is that any emotional or spiritual significance this offering might have had is elided by the toy soldiers' grift and the red prince is a child who throws the sword away in a fit of pique: "how could you!?" ruby whispers, before swallowing that pain and stunting around in a scramble to keep the story on the "right" path.

<- fate.

rolls over again.

salem had faith. ozpin believes in fate.

faith is—asking. trying. communion with something greater than oneself. but to believe in fate is to believe in a single narrow path which must be followed no matter the cost because…because.

this is what "look how you've diminished" is about. how you've lessened yourself—and for what? ruby tears out her own heart in a futile effort to appease a spoiled child who kicks it away out of utter indifference—and for what? because the story said so. because she's afraid. because she doesn't know what else to do. she's lost her faith.

#hm.#penny to ruby as sun to blake

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ikeromantic · 1 month

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Ikesen Boys React to a Tattooed MC pt 3

Thank you again to @otomedad for this fantastic idea ^_^ This one has Sasuke, Yukimura, and Kanetsugu! Approx. 2900 words (yes, I know. They keep getting longer xD)

Sasuke

You glance at Sasuke, wondering what he’s thinking about. His eyes are trained on the night sky, his lips curling in a faint, barely there smile. He notices you looking and turns his head to regard you.

“Are you cold? It’s colder tonight than I expected it to be.”

“No. I’m good.” You feel warm anytime you’re around him. Your very own moderately-awesome ninja.

He rubs his eyes before turning back to look up at the stars. “Alright.” His fingers curl over yours, a gentle caress he doesn’t even seem aware of.

You feel an ache in your chest, sweet and sharp, as you regard his profile. Somehow, that face has become so precious to you, but you don’t know how to tell him or if you even should. Friendship is precious and fragile, you think, as you look back up to the sky.

A sudden gust of chill night air tugs your hair from its messy bun. Strands blow around your face, and you can already feel the tangles forming. “Damn,” you sigh, trying to catch hold of them.

Sasuke looks back at you with that same whisper of a smile. “Here, let me help.” He moves to sit behind you. “I’m not as good at this as Yoshimoto. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” you murmur, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. His legs are to either side of you, and if you were to lean back, you’d be flush against his broad chest. “Here,” you hand him your hair clip, “and, umm, thanks.”

His fingers comb through your hair, sending a shiver down your back. It feels intimate and sensual to have him touch you like this. He tugs your collar down as he corrals your unruly hair. Then you feel him pause, a slight inhale.

“You have a tattoo.”

“Oh. Mhmm.” You try to find words, so you don’t sound like an idiot. But his closeness is so distracting! “It’s, umm, it’s a lotus?”

You feel him lift your hair to get a better look. “Is it alright if I see it?”

“Sure.” You hold very still as he pulls your kimono down a little further, fingertips brushing your inked skin. Just a friend, you remind yourself sternly, as your skin reacts to that light touch.

He is quiet for several moments. You can feel his gaze on your skin, and the faint trace of his fingers as he follows the intricate lines of the petals and leaves. “The lotus has a lot of meanings,” he says finally. “Divinity. Rebirth. It is an excellent choice for a tattoo.”

You smile, a flush of honeyed heat flooding through you at his words. “I liked the spiritualism of it. For me, it’s like a reminder to keep an open heart. And an open mind.”

“A good thing to remember. Especially for a woman who finds herself transported via wormhole to the Sengoku.”

You can hear the laughter in his words, though he doesn’t laugh. Sasuke’s emotions can be hard to read, though you find more and more that you can tell how he feels by the slight changes in his expression, his tone, the depths of his caramel brown eyes. “Ha, yeah. I never expected to have to be this open minded.”

“I’d say you do exceptionally well. At everything.” Sasuke’s breath tickles the hair at the back of your neck, and you feel the slight press of his chest against you. “The detail on this flower is very good. The shading and color. I’d like to look at it in better light.”

Your skin dimples as his words send another little shiver through you. “O-okay. Sure. When we go inside. You can. Look.” Despite your best efforts to not sound affected by his touch, you stutter your response.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” He lets go of your hair, wrapping his arms around you. You are pulled up close against his chest, his chin rests on your shoulder. “You keep shivering.”

There is no way to reply at first. Your heartbeat is pounding loudly in your ears and you feel like you might not be able to breathe because he is hugging you and it feels - holy cats - it feels so good and so right and he’s just supposed to be a friend but isn’t this -

“Are you ok? You went very still. It reminds me of the prey response in rabbits. You know they freeze to blend in with the environment and can hold -”

“I’m fine.” And you almost manage to sound like it, if a little choked. “I definitely do not feel like a rabbit,” you add, your voice nearly normal.

Sasuke nods. “Alright.” You aren’t sure, but you think he sounds a little breathy himself. “Does this . . . warm you up?”

“Yep.” You feel very very warm in his arms. Hot, even.

“I am warm too. Very warm.” He says nothing for a few breaths, then, “It’s what friends do for each other, right?”

“Right.” You can’t imagine him hugging Yukimura like this. Or Yuki allowing it. But you don’t say that, because you don’t want him to stop.

“Good.” He pauses again, thinking. “I’ve never had a friend like you before.”

You smile at that. “Same. But you’re my best Sengoku buddy, and teacher. And a lot more.” You close your mouth on the almost-confession before it can bubble up and ruin everything.

A slight shudder passes through him, one you can feel. Then, “We should probably go inside. It’s late and it will only get colder up here.”

“You’re right. We can’t sit like this all night.” Part of you is very sure you absolutely could.

He reluctantly lets go of you, taking a moment to pull your hair back into the clip at the back. Sasuke is quiet as he brushes his fingers over your tattoo again. “I don’t know how I didn’t notice it there before. Your lotus.”

“I try to keep it covered. Fewer questions that way. I don’t think many women in this time have them.”

“No, they don’t.” He stands. “But maybe they should. It is exceptional. You -” He wipes at his eyes again, taking his glasses off. “I think I got something in my eyes,” he says, blinking.

You wonder what else he was going to say, but the moment passes and instead, he holds his hand out to help you up. His grip is strong and sure and comforting. “Thanks.” You aren’t sure if you’re thanking him for the hand up or the compliments, or for keeping you warm. All of it, you guess.

Sasuke’s gaze travels over you slowly and you feel yourself tense at the unexpected inspection. Just as you’re about to ask what he’s looking for, he speaks up. “Do you have any other tattoos?”

“Guess you’ll have to find out,” you grin, teasing. You can’t help but notice a faint flush from the tips of his ears down to his neck as he looks away.

He clears his throat and nods, a little unsteady. “Y-yeah.”

You catch him watching you from the corner of his eye and stealing secretive glances at you the whole way back to your room. You’re pretty sure he’s hunting for signs of another tattoo. This will be a fun game, you think, ignoring the little twinge in your heart.

Yukimura

“I don’t know why you wanted to come,” Yukimura huffs, walking at your side up the steep hill. “You’re so slow and your face is all red.”

You glare at him from the corner of your eye, wondering the same thing. It seemed like a great idea when the two of you set out from Kasugayama for the day, but after a few hours of walking, you were ready to strangle him.

“Pfft. I’m holding back for your sake. You have uh, you have stubby legs!” You poke him in the ribs, only half joking.

“I can’t have stubbier legs than you.” He pokes you back harder than you poked him.

“Oh really?” You take a breath and push off your back foot into a run. “Then why am I in front of you,” you call over your shoulder, taunting. This is a mistake you immediately regret as your foot catches on a rock and you tumble forward.

Yukimura tries to catch you, but he’s a little too far back and more than a little surprised. “Hey! Are you alright?” The teasing is gone from his voice, replaced with genuine worry as he kneels beside you on the path.

You roll over and lay on your back, feeling embarrassed and a little bruised. “I’m fine,” you groan.

His eyes move slowly over you, looking for any sign of injury. “You can’t always charge forward like a bo- oh!” Yukimura’s hand darts forward, lifting the edge of your kimono.

“Hey!” You smack his hand and the cloth flutters back down over your leg. “I’d expect that from, like, Shingen, but -”

“I wasn’t trying to peek. You have a mark. It looks like a bruise.” His lips form a precious pout and you feel your annoyance seep away at the genuine hurt in his expression.

With a little effort, you sit up and carefully tug the edge of your kimono back up your leg, looking for the injury. Only there’s nothing there, just your Totoro tatt. “I’m fine. See?” You start to stand but he puts a hand out.

“What is that? It looks like a really fat bear. Or maybe a squirrel.” Yukimura leans toward your leg, poking at the inked skin.

You try to pull your kimono back down over it. You aren’t sure what would happen, but showing someone a Ghibli tattoo 500 years before movies exists is probably some sort of world ending time event. You wish Sasuke was here to intervene or at least give you some hint about how to answer, but he isn’t and Yukimura is poking your thigh. “It’s not a bear or a squirrel. It’s a forest spirit.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking incredulous. “It doesn’t look like one. Aren’t they supposed to be majestic? Or scary? This one looks funny.”

“Well. He kind of is. His name is Totoro and he’s my favo-ah, he’s the umm, the forest spirit for my home town. So you shouldn’t make fun of him.” You cross your arms, trying to regain some dignity after the fall and Yuki’s teasing.

“I wasn’t making fun of it,” Yukimura replies, his voice gentle and contrite. “He’s kinda cute. L-like you.” His cheeks turn bright red at the admission, and he looks away unable to meet your gaze.

You feel a little stunned yourself, and your own face feels as hot as a kitchen fire. “Thanks.” The word comes out almost a squeak. You clear your throat. “I’m glad you like him,” you add in a more normal voice.

Yukimura finally turns back to you, his cheeks still plum-red. “So. Don’t get mad, but, why would you get your forest spirit inked into your skin?” He looks genuinely curious and a little nervous.

“I -” you can’t very well explain how much the film meant to you as a child, or how many times you watched it to cheer up after a rough day. How to explain the comfort of enjoying the same sad-sweetness of the anime without explaining animation and movies and so many things Yuki has no idea about?

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He leans back from you, trying to hide the hurt look in his eyes by changing the subject. “Are you gonna watch where you’re going the rest of the way up, or am I gonna have to carry you?”

You nearly react to the taunt before you realize where it came from. “Yuki. I do want to tell you. It’s just hard to explain.” It takes another moment to consider, and then you begin. “So, Totoro - he was there for me when I was sad. He helped me feel better when my grandmother died, and when my best friend moved away. And when I was all alone at college - um, school for seamstresses I mean.”

“So, your forest spirit talked to you?” His eyes are wide now, but you don’t detect any disbelief. Only surprise.

“More like . . . I guess you could say I watched him? Yeah. And that made me feel better. Just seeing him do what he does.” You shrug, not sure what else to say.

Yukimura nods as if this makes more sense to him, though he still looks faintly wide eyed. His calloused palm rests on your leg just below the tattoo, a pleasant warmth. His gaze drops back to it, eyes narrowing as he studies the image. “I didn’t expect you to have irezumi but I like it.”

You feel yourself smile, a wide bright grin that makes your cheeks hurt. Sure, Yuki can be a brat, you think, but when he’s sweet, it just makes you want to kiss him.

“What are you making that dumb face for?” Heat colors his cheeks and he can’t meet your gaze as he looks up.

“I dunno. What are you making a dumb face for?”

Yuki stands. “I’m not!” He holds out a hand to help you up.

You take the hand and stand, dusting yourself off. “Are too. Or wait, maybe that’s just your face?” You giggle when he scowls at you.

He leans forward, and you think he’s probably wracking his brain for a good insult. Before he can come up with one, you plant a tiny kiss right on his lips. Yukimura’s mouth opens in a surprised, pleased sigh and for just a heartbeat, his eyes flutter shut.

“It’s a good thing I really love your dumb face.” You grin and squeeze his hand.

“Yeah. Same.” He returns your smile, tenderness in his gaze. Then he lets go of your hand and launches himself up the trail. “But you still have stubby legs! Think you can catch up!”

Kanetsugu

“What is this?” Kanetsugu’s finger lands on the back of your hand, gently but firmly pinning you in place.

“What’s what?” You glance up at him in mild surprise. He was reading, but now he’s just over your shoulder, leaned down so that his chin is beside your cheek.

“The mark.”

You glance down and realize he must mean your tattoo. Since they aren’t all that common, you try to keep it covered. Fewer questions that way. “Erm, nothing?” Your hopeful tone does not dissuade his keen gaze.

Kanetsugu nudges up the edge of your cuff with the tip of his finger until the heron in flight is exposed. The colors look soft in the lantern light, the delicate lines a bare delineation between ink and skin. “That is not nothing.”

You wince at the slight frown he gives you and try to pull your sleeve back down. “It isn’t any of your business.” You try for the villainess voice, but sound squeaky even to your own ears.

He doesn’t move his hand, even after a moment of your struggling.

“Fine.” You sigh. “It’s a tattoo.”

Kanetsugu leans closer. His hair brushes your neck, and the smell of him floods your senses.

You can feel his gaze on your arm, and heat travels from there up through your heart and floods your cheeks. Your heart is pounding and you struggle to keep your expression serene. It is absolutely unfair that he is so attractive, you think.

His eyes turn toward you, and he waits for more with an expression somewhere between impatience and mild curiosity.

It takes you a moment to gather yourself under that relentless stare. “Erm. I mean, ah, it’s a heron?”

“I am waiting to hear why you’ve branded yourself like a criminal.”

Your temper flares at that, and you give him a frown. “I seriously doubt any criminal has flash that looks this nice. Seriously.” You smooth a finger over the design, remembering the day you got it. “This represents blessings for me. A promise that things will always get better. And I - I think it looks really elegant.”

“I did not say it wasn’t.” His voice drops, a glimpse of fang at the corner of his lip as it compresses. “It is . . . lovely.” Kanetusugu’s thumb brushes over the inked skin, though his eyes are still fixed on yours.

“Thanks for the compliment,” you murmur, suddenly feeling as if it’s hard to draw breath. He is still so close, and it’s doing things to your heart that are hard to ignore.

“Beauty should be appreciated.”

You hope he can’t feel your racing pulse under his hand.”I-if you’re done appreciating?” You wiggle your arm, hoping he’ll let go, and hoping he won’t. Get it together, you tell yourself sternly, and pull with a little more force.

Too much, perhaps, as Kanetsugu, is tugged toward you. Only by a hair’s breadth, but then, that’s almost all that separates you. His lips brush your jaw, an accidental kiss. He lets go of you and steps back with a strangled breath. For a moment, his eyes are wide and there’s a slight flush to his cheek.

“K-kanetsugu?” You feel warmth slip through you from the spot his lips touched.

He turns away and clears his throat. “Thank you for the explanation.” His voice is calm and by the time he’s seated again, there’s no trace of discomfiture in his expression.

You, on the other hand, are ruffled. Very ruffled. “I think I’m going to step, mmm, outside. For a minute.” You stand and try to shake off the feelings tangled around your heart.

“Don’t go far,” he calls, not glancing up from the paperwork on his desk.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen sasuke #ikesen yukimura #ikesen kanetsugu #sasuke sarutobi #yukimura sanada #kanetsugu naoe #fanfiction #otome #fanfic #otome guys #fluff

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pearlprincess02 · 3 months

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taurus sun, pisces moon, leo rising

taurus sun: you're the sight of freshly baked goods on display children beg their mothers for a taste. you're a warm cup of coffee enjoyed in the streets of paris, a garden of fresh flowers tended to for several hours. you're my stubborn moments in time where i know im wrong, but i'll still fight. you're the image of precious gifts i buy despite being shy, to express my love.

pisces moon: signifies a compassionate and dreamy emotional nature. individuals are highly empathetic, often absorbing others' feelings. imagination is strong, but boundaries can blur, leading to emotional sensitivity. they express love through understanding and support, valuing spiritual connections. intuitive and artistic, they find solace in creativity and emotional depth.

leo rising: their high level of confidence is always noticed first. they have a domineering presence that looms over others, everyone knows when they’ve entered a room. big smiles and loud laughs. they’re here for a good time and will go out of their way to make sure other people are having fun.

(@actualcokebear)

ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ

#taurus sun #pisces moon #leo rising #taurus #pisces #leo #astrology #astro notes #astro community #astro observations #astro placements #astro tumblr #astroblr #astrology aesthetic #astrology moodboard #astrology notes #astrology observations

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wareagleofthemountain · 10 months

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Was inspired by the lovely @thedragonkween and her amazing Nuada HCs which I’ll link here to spread some more love for this elf boi! Hope you enjoy!

Nuada x fem elf reader

In public, you can expect the Prince to be very well mannered and courtly. Walking with you on his arm, opening the door for you, pulling out your chair, kissing your hand etc. He also really enjoys slow dancing with you, and will insist on you letting him teach you even when you’re self conscious about your abilities. He’ll correct your stance with gentle touches until you relax into him and trust him to lead. All his centuries of stealth training left Nuada extremely light on his feet, and you feel like you’re flying as you two glide across the floor, safely wrapped in the arms of your love. Nuada can’t help but stare into your beautiful eyes the whole time, and runs his hand up your side as you move in rhythm with the music. You quickly become the envy of the king’s court as other elves vying for the prince’s affection know they have missed their chance the moment they see how attentive Nuada is with you.

You and Nuala quickly become like sisters and she often invites you to spend the day with her while Nuada is working. She loves to braid golden flowers into your hair and has taken it upon herself to be your personal stylist; always having an eye for the clothes and jewelry that would look best on you.

And if Nuada’s star struck expression and him nearly falling to his knees after seeing you in a gown she’d chosen is anything to go by, I’d say she does a pretty good job.

Nuala can feel the warm waves of love that roll off of your soul, and cherishes the joy your presence brings. She can also sense a change in Nuada’s heart since you’ve been in his life. Your light has begun to chip away at the darkness that threatens to consume his being and she is grateful to you for bringing her brother back to his old self.

Nuada has more than once walked in on you and Nuala laughing at some childhood story where he’s done something foolish. Nuala’s favorite jokes are the ones at her brother’s expense.

Nuada’s favorite quality about you is your kind heart, so he protects your emotional well-being as much as your physical. The moment he senses your distress, he’s at your side in a matter of seconds ready to shield you anyway he needs to. He can actually use his spiritual energy to put up a temporary protective wall around your mind. No matter what gets thrown at you from the perpetrator, it will not be able to touch you mentally or emotionally so long as Nuada is around.

Seriously though, no one had better threaten you in any capacity. They won’t live. Period. They can run. But they can’t hide.

Nuada will never curtail your freedom; he believes that you deserve to revel in all the splendors this earth has to offer. However, he will be accompanying you. He’s a legendary warrior with centuries of experience. Let him use his skills to keep the most precious one in his life safe. If he is unable to go with you somewhere, he will appoint his trusted affiliate Mr. Wink to assure your safety.

When you and Nuada are alone, you’ve flipped a switch in him. The Prince who, five minutes ago, was tearing through enemies in bloody armor, is now cradling you to his chest and placing soft kisses on your temples as soon as your chamber door is closed. After he’s cleaned up of course. Nuada refuses to touch your precious skin with hands stained with the blood of foul creatures.

As you both love and honor your elvish culture, you use your native tongue as the primary means of communicating when alone. He loves to call you “my light” “my soul” and “my everything” in elvish.

You two spend a lot of time in the library, you cradled in his lap while he reads to you.

This was a lot of fun! Would anyone be interested in a part 2? Possibly some NSFW HCs next?

#Nuada #prince Nuada #Nuada x reader #hellboy #Nuala

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talonabraxas · 2 months

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The Rose in Alchemy

The cross stands wound densely round with roses. Who has put roses on the cross?... And from the middle springs a holy life Of threefold rays from a single point. — Goethe, Die Geheimnisse (1784-1786)

In alchemy, the white and the red rose are well-known symbols for the lunar and the solar tincture, from which the "precious rose-coloured blood" of Christ-Lapis flows. And the Shehina, the brilliance of celestial wisdom on earth, is understood in the image of the rose, and "the collection of honey" stands for the common inheritance of theosophical knowledge. “Thus the whole parable of the Song of Solomon finally refers to the object of our rose-cross: 'I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the field'”. As regards "the correct procedure for attaining the rose-red blood of the cross that is poured (as quintessence) in the centre of the cross", Fludd used the image of wisdom: the work of the architect as a labourer of God on the building of the temple. — R. Fludd, Summum Bonum, Frankfurt, 1629

Symbolism of the Rose

A highly complex symbol; it is ambivalent as both heavenly perfection and earthly passion; the flower is both Time and Eternity, life and death, fertility and virginity. In the Occident, the rose and lily occupy the position of the lotus in the Orient. In the symbolism of the heart, the rose occupies the central point of the cross, the point of unity. The red and white rose together represent the union of fire and water, the union of opposite. In Alchemy, the rose is wisdom and the rosarium the Work; it is also the rebirth of the spiritual after the death of the temporal. In Hebrew Qabalism, the center of the rose is the sun and the petals the infinite, but harmonious, diversities of Nature. The rose emanates from the Tree of Life. In Hinduism, the lotus parallels the symbolism of the Mystic Rose as a spiritual center, especially in the chakras. For Rosicrucians, the Rose-cross is the Mystic Rose as wheel and cross; the rose is the divine light of the universe and the cross the temporal world of pain and sacrifice. The rose grows on the Tree of Life which implies regeneration and resurrection. The rose in the center of the cross is the quaternary of the elements and the point of unity.

In the Grail legend, the invocations addressed to the divine heart of Jesus contain the feminine element. It is extolled as "the temple in which dwells the life of the world," as a rose, a cup, a treasure, a spring, as the furnace of divine love "ever glowing in the fire of the Holy Ghost", as a censer and as a bridal chamber. Jesus receives the souls of the dying into his heart which "burns glowingly", "as red gold burns and melts in the fire", and the soul dissolves therein, "as water mixes with wine". All of these symbols are feminine and are therefore very closely connected with the motifs of the Grail legend and of alchemical symbolism. --Emma Jung & Marie-Louise von Franz, The Grail Legend (1986)

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lailoken · 8 months

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The Mistreatment of a Sacred Plant

Recently, I had an unpleasant emotional and spiritual shock. I struggle a bit to talk about it because of how upset it makes me, but I feel like the subject matter is important enough to warrant the discussion.

As some may know, one of my dearest plant allies is the Ghost Pipe. I work closely with Monotropes in general, but the Tutelary Spirit of Monotropa Uniflora, in particular, serves as a chief Plant Patron of mine. Part of maintaining this relationship involves visiting a specific location in a devotional capacity, in order to watch, tend, and learn from the population of Ghost Pipes that grow there. I went back to this place not long ago, in order to thank the spectral flowers for lending their power and grace to our Handfasting Ritual, and I was horrified to discover that every one of the colonies I've stewarded over the last few years is completely gone.

They aren't a major food-source for any animals I know of, and this was way more than a die-back, since I recognize what that looks like. What's more, for every colony to have naturally vanished without a trace since the last time I visited was unthinkable. As such, I'm all but sure that someone "Wildcrafted" them to make tinctures for sale. This is absolutely heartbreaking and infuriating, as they have totally misused and abused this sacred plant, and damaged an extremely fragile and unique ecosystem in the process.

The main issue with harvesting Ghost Pipes isn't necessarily that it's rare, though it is in some areas. The real problems are how sensitive they are and how exacting their life cycle is. Sometimes, just touching a Ghost Pipe is enough to damage the plant, disrupt the re-seeding process, and prevent it from growing back. What's worse, the conditions required for the succesful development of these ethereal organisms are extremely specific. Monotropes are Mycoheterotrophs, which derive their energy through mychorizal parasitism. This is to say, they can only get their energy by siphoning it from a small range of subterranean fungi, who in turn, siphon their energy from the roots of certain trees. Between these and other factors, Monotropes are virtually impossible to cultivate or propagate, and they are especially susceptible to the effects of overharvesting. Unfortunately, unethical harvesting has steadily become a real problem in Western Herbalism, where Ghost Pipe tincture is growing in popularity for its mystique and its beautiful violet color. And while it does have a long history of traditional medicinal use as a Nervine, people who aren't getting it purely for its aesthetic qualities are buying it as a miracle cure, without any real understanding of how or why to use it.

I've been muddling through strong feelings of anger, sorrow, and impotence since this happened, and I feel sick thinking about someone out there irreverently peddling this precious medicine under a capitalist guise of "Herbal Wisdom." These sorts of business practices are thoughtless, ecologically unethical, and spiritually blasphemous (as far as I'm concerned). So, I beg you: please think thrice about what you are doing before you harvest a plant. Ask yourself these five questions, and weigh the answers against each other: "Why do I want to harvest this plant?' 'What harm will my behavior cause to this organism?' 'What harm will my behavior cause to this species?' 'What harm will my behavior cause to this ecosystem?' and, 'What will I suffer as a result of not harvesting this plant?

I offer up my most fervent prayers that the seeds I helped to spread earlier in the year will count for something.

#ghost pipes #ghost pipe #monotropes #monotropa #monotropa uniflora #foraging #harvesting #harvest #herbalism #plant magic #plant medicine #nature magic #herbal medicine

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 2 months

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"I remember once lecturing in a hall back in the early 70’s. At that time most of my audiences were very young and they tended to wear white and they tended to smile a lot and wear flowers. At that time I wore beads and had a long beard. I recall that in the front row of my audience there was one woman who was about 70 and she had on a hat with little cherries and strawberries and things like that on it, false ones. And she was wearing black oxfords and a print dress and she had a black patent leather bag and I looked at her and I couldn’t figure out what she was doing in the audience cause she was so dissimilar from all the rest of the audience.

Our audiences were like a gathering of explorers clubs where we would come together and we would just share our experiences. So I started to describe some of my experiences, some of which were pretty far out and I looked at her and she was nodding with understanding, and I couldn’t believe that she could understand what I was talking about. I was describing experiences that I had had after using psychedelic chemicals, experiences that were very precious and far out. So I would try a little further out experience. I’d look over at her and there she was nodding away. I began to think maybe she had a problem with her neck that lead her to nod and maybe it had nothing to do whatsoever with what I was saying. And I kept watching and getting more and more fascinated and getting more and more outrageous in what I was saying and she kept nodding and nodding. At the end of the lecture I couldn’t resist, I just kind of smiled to her so intensely that she just had to come up and speak to me. And she came up and she said “Thank you so much. That makes perfect sense. That’s just the way I understand the universe to be.” And I said, “How do you know? I mean, what have you done in your life that has brought you into those kinds of experiences?” She leaned forward very conspiratorially and she said, “I crochet”. And at that moment I realized that the ways in which people arrive at spiritual understanding was certainly a much wider variety of paths than what I had anticipated. I had begun to think that my way was the only way, which seems to be a common illness of people who get into spiritual work."

~ Ram Dass

[Ian Sanders]

#stories #personalities #Ram Dass #ian Sanders #quotes

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thedemonofcat · 1 year

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Yesterday, I sought assistance in identifying the flowers adorning Jaskier's shirt in the season three trailer.

I express my gratitude to all those who provided assistance in my quest to unravel the symbolism behind the flowers. Although arriving at a definitive answer proved challenging, I have compiled a comprehensive list of the various interpretations associated with each flower. By examining these interpretations, I hope to glean valuable insights and uncover any hidden messages they may hold.

Once again, thank you to everyone who contributed their knowledge

@greeneelle

@larryhaylik

@azreal-the-lucifan

@kingaofhearts

Pale Wood violet.

Let's begin with the pale wood violet. This delicate flower holds the symbolic meanings of "Modesty" and "Humility," and it is often regarded as a representation of innocence. Traditionally, bunches of violets were exchanged as gifts for newlyweds, symbolizing their pure and humble love. Violets carry deeper symbolic associations, including faith, mystical awareness, inspiration, spiritual passion, abundance, and sovereignty. In ancient Roman culture, the violet flower was interpreted in a somber light. The deep color of the flower was seen as a reflection of spilt blood, while its soothing fragrance added a peaceful ambiance to various occasions.

Wood Phlox

Moving on to the wood phlox flowers, they are also able to carry deep symbolic meanings as well. As a symbol of unification of hearts and souls, these delightful blossoms are meant to foster harmony, unanimity, and a spirit of partnership through the blossoming process. Their significance lies in the fact that they symbolize compatibility and are associated with sweet dreams. A close clustering of the flowers in the elegant head of the plant lends the symbolism of unity and unanimity to the flower. In addition to this, there is some evidence to suggest that phlox flowers possess magical properties, particularly in the realm of friendships and relationships. It is believed to possess magical powers capable of enhancing bonds and casting spells of friendship and love. Moving on to the wood phlox flowers, they carry profound symbolic meanings. These delightful blossoms represent the unification of hearts and souls, fostering harmony, unanimity, and partnership. Their significance lies in the compatibility they symbolize and the sweet dreams they inspire. The unity and unanimity symbolism originates from the close clustering of flowers in their elegant heads. Additionally, the phloxflower is associated with magical properties, particularly in the realm of friendships and relationships. It is believed to possess enchanting powers capable of enhancing bonds and casting spells of friendship and love.

Forget me not

Now let's delve into Forget-Me-Not flowers. These delicate blooms carry a multitude of meaningful messages. Primarily, they serve as a poignant symbol of remembrance, whether in times of parting or after the passing of a loved one. Additionally, Forget-Me-Nots represent enduring connections that transcend challenges and the passage of time. This could be in the form of steadfast friendships or any other kind of unwavering loyalty one may possess. These flowers also hold the power to evoke cherished memories shared with someone special, serving as a gentle reminder of those precious moments. Moreover, Forget-Me-Nots are often bestowed upon individuals dedicated to caring for the underprivileged or disabled, further emphasizing their association with compassion and empathy.

The Thistle

Lastly is The Thistle, commonly known as the Scottish thistle and the national emblem of Scotland, holds various interpretations and legends. Although often linked to negative symbolism, it represents resilience, endurance, and the ability to overcome adversity. It symbolizes the idea that success requires overcoming obstacles, as conveyed by the Spanish proverb "He that has a good harvest must be content with some thistles." The thistle also signifies self-defense and protection, reflecting its prickly nature and cautioning against unwanted meddling. However, the thistle also embodies positive qualities such as bravery, independence, and the fierce spirit of Scotland. Its sharp prickles serve as a reminder that strength and beauty can coexist, highlighting the Scottish people's resilience and determination.

#the witcher netflix #joey batey #geralt of rivia #jaskier the witcher #the witcher #henry cavill #the witcher jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #the witcher season 3 #yennefer of vengerberg #anya chalotra #cirilla fiona elen riannon #freya allan

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santoschristos · 2 months

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The Rose in Alchemy

The cross stands wound densely round with roses.

Who has put roses on the cross?…

And from the middle springs a holy life

Of threefold rays from a single point.

--Goethe, Die Geheimnisse (1784-1786)

In alchemy, the white and the red rose are well-known symbols for the lunar and the solar tincture, from which the “precious rose-coloured blood” of Christ-Lapis flows. And the Shehina, the brilliance of celestial wisdom on earth, is understood in the image of the rose, and “the collection of honey” stands for the common inheritance of theosophical knowledge. “Thus the whole parable of the Song of Solomon finally refers to the object of our rose-cross: ‘I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the field'”. As regards “the correct procedure for attaining the rose-red blood of the cross that is poured (as quintessence) in the centre of the cross”, Fludd used the image of wisdom: the work of the architect as a labourer of God on the building of the temple. --R. Fludd, Summum Bonum, Frankfurt, 1629

Symbolism of the Rose

In the Grail legend, the invocations addressed to the divine heart of Jesus contain the feminine element. It is extolled as “the temple in which dwells the life of the world,” as a rose, a cup, a treasure, a spring, as the furnace of divine love “ever glowing in the fire of the Holy Ghost”, as a censer and as a bridal chamber. Jesus receives the souls of the dying into his heart which “burns glowingly”, “as red gold burns and melts in the fire”, and the soul dissolves therein, “as water mixes with wine”. All of these symbols are feminine and are therefore very closely connected with the motifs of the Grail legend and of alchemical symbolism. --Emma Jung & Marie-Louise von Franz, The Grail Legend (1986), p. 100

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thatdruidgal · 1 year

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grimoire organization 2022

Greetings, everyone! This is how I've organized my grimoire for 2022. I use Obsidian to write it digitally.

This is just my personal preference for organization, so no worries if yours looks different! There are as many ways to organize a grimoire as there are witches and wizards in the world.

Tell me what you think! What parts do you like? What do you think I should add? Anything I'm missing or suggestions to make it better? Feel free to comment how you organize your grimoire below!

Farewell, and good tidings!

Branwen

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01.00 introduction

01.01 book blessing + protection

01.02 devotion/dedication

01.03 codes/rules/tenets

personal code

code of celtic druidism

the celtic commandments

01.04 intentions and goals

goals

intentions

01.05 learn more/add to grimoire (notes)

02.00 about author

02.01 names

02.02 personal craft

02.03 life path number

02.04 birth tarot card

the emperor

02.05 astrology birth chart

sun in leo

moon in capricorn

ascendant in aquarius

mercury in virgo

venus in leo

mars in pisces

jupiter in leo

saturn in cancer

uranus in pisces

neptune in aquarius

pluto in sagittarius

02.06 celtic zodiac

hazel “the knower”

02.07 personal beliefs (brief)

02.08 favorites

color

magical tools

herbs

crystals

02.09 relationships with spiritual beings

02.10 psychic abilities (clair-)

02.11 personal signature/symbols

02.12 ancestry

02.13 how i want to be remembered

03.00 basics

03.01 types of spells

cleansing

saining

warding

enchanting

verbal spells

invocation

evocation

candle spells

sigil spells

jar spells

ratchets

rituals

03.02 ritual work

the ritual model

intent

visualization

consecration

meditation + grounding

directing energy

clockwise vs. counterclockwise

03.03 types of correspondences

protection

healing

cleansing

banishing

luck

mental clarity

03.04 sabbats

about sabbats

yule (winter solstice)

imbolc

ostara (spring equinox)

beltane

litha (summer solstice)

lughnahsadh

mabon (fall equinox)

samhain (halloween)

03.05 altars

03.06 spirit guides

about spirit guides

ancestor guides

ascended masters

archetype guides

guardian angels

animal guides

03.07 auras

about auras

chakras

03.08 alphabets + code language

ogham alphabet [not featured here]

03.09 symbols

celtic symbols

03.10 about divination

04.00 nature

04.01 the three elements

nwyfre

gwyar

calas

04.02 talking to nature

04.03 lunar phases

full moon

new moon

waxing crescent

first quarter

waxing gibbous

waning gibbous

last quarter

waning crescent

blue moon

black moon

lunar eclipse “blood moon”

solar eclipse

moon void

04.04 herbs

tips

for saining

medicinal

misc

how to dry + store

04.05 gardening

companion plants

herbs

night-blooming plants

04.06 waters

rain water

storm water

dew water

snow water

moon water

sun water

river water

sea water

spring water

lake water

well water

swamp water

rose water

florida water

salt water

rosemary water

how to make moon water

04.07 aromatherapy

essential oils

custom for calm

05.00 minerals

05.01 crystals (by intention)

ones i own

ones i do not own

05.02 stones

precious stones

hag stones

wishing rocks

heart stones

05.03 jewelry

05.04 amulets

about amulets

charging amulets

05.05 charging

05.06 cleansing + care

05.07 salts

purposes

06.00 spirits

06.01 relationships with the spirits

06.02 when making offerings…

06.03 offering ideas

06.04 spirit guides

how to contact

talking to spirit guides

questions to ask

06.05 the fae

about the fae

offering ideas

(some) types of fae

07.00 altars

07.01 layouts

07.02 what to use/ideas

07.03 for the elements

nwyfre

gwyar

calas

07.04 for sabbats

yule (winter solstice)

imbolc

ostara (spring equinox)

beltane

litha (summer solstice)

lughnahsadh

mabon (fall equinox)

samhain (halloween)

08.00 recipes

08.01 general tips

08.02 infusions

tips

herb-infused oil

rose oil

08.03 foods

lughnasadh herb bread

litha orange honey cake

rosemary-honey shortbread

enchanting flower and herb spread

08.04 drinks

fire cider

08.05 potions

08.06 natural remedies

elderberry syrup

08.07 lotions

rose hip lotion [personal]

08.08 cleaning products

pine needle spray

08.09 misc

incense

four thieves vinegar

09.00 spells + rituals

09.01 affirmations

lunar affirmations

09.02 sigils

passive sigils

active sigils

creating sigils

charging sigils

09.03 sachets + jars

anti-anxiety sachet

09.04 prayers

simple opening prayer [personal]

druids prayer

09.05 blessings

old irish blessing

blessing lavender tea [personal]

garden blessing

seedling blessing

09.06 lunar rituals

new moon

waxing crescent

first quarter

waxing gibbous

full moon

waning gibbous

last quarter

waning crescent

09.07 sabbat rituals

yule (winter solstice)

ostara (spring equinox)

beltane

litha (summer solstice)

lughnahsadh

mabon (fall equinox)

samhain (halloween)

09.08 birthday ritual

09.09 solitary dedication ritual

10.00 divination

10.01 astrology birth charts

sun

moon

ascendant

mercury

venus

mars

jupiter

saturn

uranus

neptune

pluto

10.02 zodiac signs

aquarius

pisces

aries

taurus

gemini

cancer

leo

virgo

libra

scorpio

sagittarius

capricorn

10.03 celtic zodiac

rowan

ash

alder

willow

hawthorn

oak

holly

hazel

vine

ivy

reed

elder

birch

10.04 basic tarot card meanings

major arcana

minor arcana, cups

minor arcana, swords

minor arcana, staffs

minor arcana, discs

10.05 tarot spreads

10.06 cleansing the tarot deck

10.07 omens

10.08 psychic abilities

about psychic powers

what to use them for

developing psychic abilities

11.00 library

11.01 dictionary/encyclopedia (?)

11.02 science and magic(k)

matter and energy

11.03 celts

deities

celtic clothing

celtic days

hand-fasting

11.04 druidry

about druidry

bard

ovate

druid

druid organizations

11.05 paganism + animism

11.06 types of divination

augury

astragalomancy

biorhythms

cartomancy

tarot

cleromancy

rhabdomancy

numerology

osteomancy

sacred geometry

tasseomancy

theriomancy

11.07 types of witches/witchcrafts

green witch

eclectic witch

kitchen witch

solitary witch

cottage witch

grey witch

hedge witch

sea witch

religious witch

moon witch

sun witch

elemental witch

fire witch

earth witch

water witch

air witch

swamp witch

faery witch

cosmic witch

divination witch

crystal witch

secular witch

urban witch

literary witch

forest witch

music witch

chaos witch

shadow witch

techno witch

desert witch

art witch

natural witch

hereditary witch

11.08 types of psychic ability

clairvoyance

clairaudience

clairecognizance

clairsentience

clairalience

clairgustance

psychometry

11.09 tree lore

oak

hazel

hawthorn

11.10 animal lore

salmon

cranes

serpents

bees

ladybugs

butterflies

dragonflies

owls

hawks

crows

spiders

11.11 misc correspondences

shapes

colors

weekdays

elements

12.00 inspiration

12.01 legends and myths

fionn mac cumhaill and the salmon of knowledge

12.02 poetry

celandines

alder dance

the oak tree

augeries of innocence

putting in the seed

hermitage

to the cardinal, attacking his reflection in the window

nature aria

the gray heron

12.03 artwork [not featured here]

12.04 photography [not featured here]

13.00 shadow book [personal]

13.01 affirmations

13.02 recipes

13.03 cleansing

13.04 warding

13.05 enchanting

13.06 verbal spells

13.07 candle spells

13.08 sigil spells

13.09 jar spells + sachets

13.10 crystals

13.11 rituals

13.12 tarot divination

readings

getting to know the field tarot deck [archive]

13.13 dreams

13.14 craft challenges

13.15 holiday celebrations

13.16 miscellaneous

13.17 craft advice

from mickey

14.00 personal beliefs

14.01 personal beliefs (expanded)

14.02 creation of the universe

14.03 death + otherworld

14.04 time

14.05 “spirituality”

14.06 magick

15.00 index of personal contributions

16.00 list of sources of information

#grimoire #2022 grimoire #grimoire 2022 #grimoire organization #witchy #witch #green witch #crystal witch #witchy things #druidcraft #witchcraft #baby witch #idk what im doing #but i guess this works #at least for now #grimoire tips #witchy tips #beginner witch

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thetasteofsunshineonyourtongue · 1 year

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Image ID: A gif of multiple digital drawings that glitch into one another.

In the first drawing, Travis Matagot is standing, looking up at The Forest Queen, who is gently cupping his face. They are both smiling as he says, “If you wanted to tell me that I was your favorite, you could have just said so.” Travis is a man in his late twenties, wearing an 18th century outfit, his long white hair loose and falling down his back, small yellow, blue, and white flowers adorning it. The Forest Queen is a tall humanoid woman, with skin like tree bark covered in moss and different kinds of mushrooms and eyes that glow gold. She has a pair of antlers on her head that look like tree branches, and hair made of weeping willow leaves. In the background is a forest of birch trees with red, gold, and green leaves.

This glitches into a drawing of the spiritual visage of Dref Wormwood shaking Travis by his shoulders and yelling, “Why are you not paying attention?” They are glowing white figures without any details besides an outline.

This glitches into a drawing of Orimar Vale staring blankly in front of him at the greenheart that has a clawed hand extended toward his heart. Orimar Vale is a black man in his fifties, wearing an 18th century outfit, with waist-length dread locs decorated with precious metals and gems, with a tricorn hat with a large feather atop his head. The greenheart in front of him is an unnaturally tall humanoid that looks like barklike flesh that has been stretched across a spindly skeleton underneath. In the background, other greenhearts stand amongst gray and green leaves.

This glitches back into the first drawing. Travis stares for a beat, blinks twice, and says, “What was I saying?” The gif repeats after one final glitch.

The three images below are stills from the gif. End ID.

this thing is not your mother

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crisiscutie · 1 year

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About HoS mysterious house and it's puzzling interior, so it got me thinking... what'll happen if suddenly darling just... dissapeared? Not because she intentionally hides from C.C sephiroth or similar. She's just suddenly lost somewhere (it is still a mysterious house, yes?), and there's no trace of her, and the Sephiroths can't find her. What'll they think, feel, or do?

HoS Episode where their darling goes missing? Hell yes!

༻❁༺ Where is the Darling?

It started when the five Sephiroths came home from a recent conquest. The darling was alone for some time in the house, which is rare. When a Sephiroth arrived to retrieve the darling, there was an eerie silence that fell over the house when she didn't come out of her room, one of the usual areas she frequents. The Sephiroths are so in-sync with their darling that when they can't sense any feelings or her presence at all, they immediately recognize the strange silence as a worrying sign.

Soon, they will turn that house upside down looking for her. Everyone but C.C and Thea will work together to bring her back to the ground level.

The four favorite tools of the Sephiroths failed to bring her back. The tinkling sound of Dissidia Seph's bracelet connecting to her choker, OG Seph's desperate attempts to use Jenova, and AC and 7R Seph's reliance on their psychic abilities all failed. Only AC Seph would get a semblance of a response that at least indicates that she was still alive and near. Jenova's power within the house is limited, so the darling must either be out of Jenova's reach or in a room that blocks her connection. The Sephiroths could infer from those that there is still hope (the irony) for her to be recovered.

They agree to separate, searching through the house and its surrounding grounds for their precious darling. Their rage and anxiety concerning the darling is evident, yet their determination is driving them forward, as those strong feelings are secondary to their goal of recovering the darling. Although they all loathed entering the flourishing garden with various flowers, they would still check it in case she was there, as it was one of her favourite spots. Hopefully, the Darling wouldn't mind C.C's destruction of it during his own search...

Thea is already en route to the darling as he always finds her, no matter how far she strays into the house. He is the physical manifestation of the deep connection between the darling and the Sephiroths. It can never be severed, yet Thea is the only one blessed with the ability to always know the darling's immediate location, regardless of if something were to block other Sephiroths from finding her.

༻❁༺ The Darling Is Found.

Thea stumbled upon the darling, sleeping soundly in a strange storage room. The room was alive with the colors and shapes of artifacts from all over the worlds, each carefully placed on its own display. This was out of the ordinary, as the Sephiroths usually displayed the spoils from their conquests of the cosmos in the gloomy, dark observatory room of the House, many of the spoils being tokens of love for the darling. Thea stood vigilant, his gaze searching the room for any signs of trouble while sending a spiritual call out to the Sephiroths in the house, alerting them to their location.

C.C defiantly refused to comply with his counterparts, stomping through the house in a frenzied pursuit of the darling. When he felt Thea's signal, he felt his fury subside as a determined strength filled him. He will not question it, immediately rushing beyond the basement to the lower levels with his Masamune in hand. As he moved swiftly through the dark depths, the invisible ethereal forces within seemingly remained unconcerned, allowing him to reach the room holding the darling.

As C.C. forced the door open, Thea leaped into the darling's dress pocket upon hearing C.C's anxious, repeated mumbles of "Mother". C.C gently cups her soft cheeks, paying no attention to the strange objects in the room. Though she is unconscious, she seemed peaceful and her pulse is strong. He'd scoop the darling up in his strong, protective arms and carry her and Thea back to the safety of the ground level.

If C.C wasn't so focused on the Darling, he might have noticed the shining Buster Sword suspended behind him, a memento of a man he once cared for deeply…

༻❁༺ Familiarity At Last.

The feeling of familiarity and safety returned to them as they entered the basement. Jenova's tendrils moved swiftly to reclaim the darling from C.C's grasp. He doesn't resist, but he follows the tendrils, his heart heavy and his eyes wide with worry, back to the darling's room.

When the Sephiroths surrounded their sleeping darling, they used their psychic abilities to mentally trace her signal back to the room she had been in. The tantalizing mystery of it is beckoning them to come to it, and they devised a plan to go back to it, but only after they had awakened the darling...

It's not like Thea is a watchdog for the Sephiroths around the darling. He calls for them when needed. Hope I was able to provide some decent lore for this episode!

#sephiroth x reader #sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy x reader #yandere sephiroth #yandere sephiroth x reader #c.c rambles #ff7 #House of Sephiroth AU

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tutuandscoot · 10 months

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Do you remember which competition it was where Scott was on the podium alone and he jokingly put his arm up as if to put around Tessa’s shoulders? And do you know why Tessa wasn’t with him? I heard that she was sick and had to go throw up but I’m not sure if that’s true…

Yes. It was SCI 2012. Video

So they come out for their bows, go over to the podium. Not to act like a body language expert but in the small bit of them going over to the podium and stepping up on it, he does seem to be being a bit extra precious with her so she maybe wasn’t even feeling well before they went out so, yeh he’s being extra soft.

They are there as CL come out and go to the podium. Then as the 3rd place team step onto the ice, in the right corner you can see VM talking/looking at each other, so as RT get to the podium both S and T have left and RT seem confused.

No, I’m not sure exactly what was the matter. I’d assume yes she wasn’t feeling well. They (VM) have said many times she would get sick often before skates (throw up sometimes) and she struggled with her breathing- heightened and hard to control in high pressure situations (why the hug was so important and took on kinda a spiritual/harmonious/holistic significance for them). Obviously this was after the competition but that doesn’t mean she may have been feeling ‘competition sick’ afterwards in this case.. I read a really.. quite passively-nasty comment about this once where the blog said she had ‘effed up Carmen at this comp so much it made her sick and couldn’t be on the podium’ (I’ve had it with trash takes honestly 😞)

So anyway Scott obviously got her off the podium and back to the side of the rink for her to settle/get water/whatever she needed to do. It may also NOT have been she was sick and could’ve been something else. I have never read anything offical from them so I’m not claiming anything to be fact.

Scott comes back to the podium. I’m sure he would’ve rather stayed with her but bc they are professional and didn’t want to be rude to those presenting the medals he comes back and covers for her. He gets handed her medal and flowers.

She comes back just at the flowers are being handed out, so Scott gives her those then the man giving out the medals (the same one that presented their flowers at YVR 2010 I’m pretty sure) comes back to present her medal, which honestly no offence but I wish Scott could’ve presented her medal bc.. adorableness..

So yeh, not sure what happened, probs not a big deal considering she came back quite quickly.

Also it wasn’t caught on camera but I’d bet money he lifted her off the podium considering how quickly they were both there then gone..

#sci2012 #ask #ughhh the way dotes on her 😭😭😭#he takes such good care of her #he kept looking back throughout worried if she was ok #the strangest thing for them not to stand and accept accolades together #that’s why their OC presentation was the cutest thing ever #after so long getting to stand side by side and think about all they’ve achieved #ahh

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pathofregeneration · 1 year

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Joseph Parker, Untitled

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The Visions of Joseph Parker, part III

“In Aldous Huxley's 1959 lecture, Natural History of Visions, Huxley articulates the visionary realm as ‘…jewel-like luminescence evoking clarity in its multi-faceted and transparent shimmer and iridescent hues.’ This description evokes Parker’s world, a spectral world with one-point perspective using the symbol of the ascending path up the mountainous road to enlightenment.

In Parker’s own words:

Attaining the mountain top has a spiritual meaning as follows: All human souls on this planet are in a school of learning to perfect themselves in order to attain a higher state of being. I have painted the mountains very steep because as the soul masters the difficulties on the path, more difficult tests lie ahead. Once the soul reaches the peak, it attains what the Buddhists call Nirvana. Then the soul does not need to be reborn, but continues its evolution in the Spiritual Sun that surrounds the physical sun. On the top of the mountain is a holy being radiating out love in all directions.

Joseph Parker is one of the great mystic painters of the late 20th century. Mysticism, according to The Abingdon Dictionary of Living Religions, is summarily defined as: ‘an apprehension of an ultimate non-sensuous unity in all things, a direct apperception of deity, the art of union with reality, an immediate contact or union of the self with a larger-than-self.’ Images of paradise can be found in the literature of all the world’s wisdom paths. The visionary abode of Buddha, as described in the Flower Ornament Sutra, is ‘made of jewels of various colors and decorated with all kinds of precious flowers. The various adornments emanated lights like clouds.’ Joseph Parker’s vision-scapes of the soul confirm the ideal world described by Socrates in the Phaedo, a world beyond compare to that which we know. ‘In this other earth the colors are much purer and more brilliant than they are down here. The mountains and stones have a richer gloss, a livelier transparency and intensity of hue.’”

— Joseph Parker, Carl Hammer Gallery

#Joseph Parker #Art #Beauty #Painting #Visionary #Visions #Aldous Huxley #Natural History of Visions #Wisdom #Mountain Top #Nirvana #Spiritual Sun #Visions of Paradise #Socrates #Plato #Phaedo #Mysticism #Flower Ornament Sutra #Gautama Buddha

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cloudcountry · 5 months

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You should share your irl Van Gogh lore fr

(Only if you want to, of course. I'm just curious about him and his life ^^)

OK I WILL GIVE U. A SMALL POSTER TOUR and give u some facts from what i learned from my research these past four days hehe

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As a result of van Gogh being stuck in a creative rut after his time in Saint-Remy, he took artistic motivation from outside sources, like prints. Two posters I own are based off Jean Millet’s prints, First Steps and Sleeping Peasants.

The irises van Gogh painted were originally purple. The red pigments in the oil paint faded over time, as they’re sensitive to light. This left the irises blue instead.

The Almond Blossoms painting was precious to the whole van Gogh family, as it was painted in honor of van Gogh’s nephew, Vincent, being born. The flowering blossoms symbolize new life and hope.

Van Gogh’s paintings of sunflowers were meant to communicate gratitude to the people in his life. He painted five different sunflowers paintings.

Easily his most popular and most well-known painting, The Starry Night was considered a failure by van Gogh. The cypress tree in the forefront of the painting that, although rooted in the Earth, reaches for the heavens, represents immortality. Death is just another journey. (i LOVE analyzing this one OURGH it makes me cry)

What struck me about Irises is how chaotically the flowers are arranged. The painting portrays exactly how they grew, it doesn’t try to make them look more aesthetic. Van Gogh painted them as he saw them, clumsy and twisting and growing, but beautiful.

Van Gogh often used himself as a model to practice painting figures. Under some of his self-portraits, there’s another painting underneath, indicating that he reused canvases.

Bedroom in Arles has a flatter display to mimic the Japanese prints van Gogh appreciated so much. The walls and doors were previously violet, but because of the red pigment fading, are now blue.

I always loved how the light in Starry Night Over the Rhône shows life, and that even though it’s so far away, the reflections in the water still reach the viewer. To me, this painting says that no matter how dark it is or how far away you are, the light will still reach you.

His Shoes painting is very homey and domestic to me. It’s another one that displays beauty in simplistic, everyday things and I love that. Shoes were a common motif in van Gogh’s paintings, and this pair in particular is theorized to have belonged to Patience Escalier, who had previously posed for van Gogh.

Cafe Terrace at Night was a painting van Gogh described as a night painting without black. He was enraptured by the yellows, blues, and greens of the scene, and went right to painting even though it was nighttime.

In van Gogh’s letters to Theo about The Church at Auvers, he referenced Shakespeare’s representation of a church in Henry IV, which symbolized preaching that was lacking in spiritual understanding. “Their God is like the God of Shakespeare's drunken Falstaff, 'the inside of a church.’”

In Wheat Field with Cypresses, the most notable thing in this painting is the sky to me. I love how he painted the clouds as if they were moving within a still image. It’s like you can see the wind itself, not only against the sky but also in the plants.

In Green Wheat Field with Cypress, the way the plant life is painted reminds me of a river. It’s flowing in a horizontal direction without any clear path, growing clumsily and overlapping each other. It reminds me of Irises in a way, because it portrays nature exactly how it is without attempting to make it uniform.

#van gogh hours #🐚! abel #this isnt necessarily his life but uhh it kind of is UM YK WHATEVER

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