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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening me (platonic)

Prologue,

Tagged: @the-dumber-scaramouche (asked to be tagged and I shall do so for the next parts)

Gonna do a chapter for each round of Ragnarok

Within an arena that touches the clouds

Ancient stone’s that laid untouched for centuries and stood strong against the tests of time

Lays the new battleground that shall determine humanity’s fate

And in it is also you

There’s still at least a month of preparation and training before the events actually start but despite that it’s filled with hustle and bustle

Gods and humans fill the halls

Some of who you even recognize and give you happy waves and pull you aside for saying hi

It’s surprisingly nice despite the circumstances

It’s been so long that people of all kind had been gathered to such an occasion

But as minutes ticked on

And you got some of your favourite snacks due to the large concession stands with various amounts of food from various places

You end up heading deeper into the building

It thins out and you end up at the area for the human fighters

And then you open up the door to the lounge area where you see the faces of several people you recognize

And a few you hadn’t had the pleasure of yet meeting until this point

“Hello everyone, some of you may recognize me and some I haven’t yet met. I’ve gone by many names but just call me y/n”

Of the few you didn’t initially recognize in the man with shirt golden hair

Oh and no clothes with only a leaf covering his di-

Unlike the others you weren’t really shaken by his lack of clothes

During your long life you’d seen much of the human body

Your desensitized to it so you go up and give the man a hardy handshake and he does so back

Turns out he’s Adam

The first human

Father to the entirety of the human race as you knew it

Adam in all ways encompasses what you believe are humanity’s strong suits

He is kind and compassionate

Along with determined to protect not only his people but also his family

Your upfront with not being a human and being created by a god but Adam doesn’t see you any differently

Your like him and Eve

Created by the gods themselves

The only difference is that your creator cared

You didn’t notice it at first but he slowly finds himself caring for you as if you were is own child

A sentiment that had surprisingly has only happened till now

Despite your thousands of years of living this is the first time you’ve been adopted

Like there was one time you were training with Lü Bu and got injured

You were in the process of healing it before he stopped the fight and pulled you aside to check if you were ok

He seemingly forgot you can’t really die and had panicked thinking the wound would kill you

Even started getting out the gauze and glaring at the laughing general before you explained you were alright

He isn’t embarrassed though

Even keeps wrapping the wound just in case

It feels nice to be cared for in such a way

You love your father Hephaestus very much but it’s also nice having another father figure in your life

Both treat you in a caring and gentle way

As if you were glass or some ancient artifact

(Technically you were one and so was he)

Adam also introduces you to his Wife and Sons who welcome you to their small but loving family

Eve is affectionate and loving

Always showering you with praise as you show off your abilities or knowledge

She makes sure your well fed despite not needing food

And she can’t help but pinch your cheeks

As the only mother figure in your long life she takes it in pride

Oftentimes dragging you away from training to smother you in care and compliment about how your such a brave soul

Despite replying you don’t have one she disagrees

Saying that in her mind you don’t need one to have one (if that makes any sense)

You’d rather not admit it but you melt at her affection

She’s in every sense of the word warm

It reminds you of those cold winters night where you’d end up by the fire

Or a nice summer’s breeze

Adam seems to find the sight funny since your a immortal being

One who’s walked the earth for more years than people can imagine and yet his wife was reduce you to figurative mush when she pays your head and calls you a nickname

Someone that has seen both the good and bad of humanity time and time again

That is now helping her bake a pie as his sons argue about what was a better nickname for you

It’s odd to people looking in but makes sense to everyone in this small bubble

Cain and Abel are rambunctious but loveable brothers

They like to cheer you on and playfully fight with you

One or the other usually has an arm wrapped around your shoulder as they laugh at some joke the other made

The two have a lot of petty squabbles that you now end up being in the middle of

It’s fun

Especially since most conflict in your time has always resulted in heavy bloodshed

Whilst theirs is light hearted and leads to one proclaiming victory as the other sulks in the corner

Both love hearing your stories

Even more so about how the world has evolved so drastically

It’s fascinating to them both especially as so many places developed their own cultures that are so different from the others

As the arena begins to fill and time ticks down for the event to start the three of you end up buying shit tons of food

All of which are from different times periods and places for them to try

It ends up becoming a fun game for them as they guess the Irgun of which country the snack came from

Which leads to you then explaining its history

Neither would admit it but both had glared at quite a few people when they stared at you with a certain gaze

It happens enough times that both kinda now go on figurative guard duty when walking about with you

Admittedly they know you can definitely handle yourself

But your now their big sibling

And that means no creep is gonna be messing with you

Especially since you seem to attract quite a few weirdo’s due to your ageless beauty that leaves you stuck looking at least 25

You definitely pull the “older sibling card” a lot on their asses

Which makes both their father and mother laugh

They are the complete family you never had

Full of warmth and laughter as Adam looks on with a proud smile

Though Adam hates the gods he finds Hephaestus to be an exception once he does meet the man

For your father is cordial and kind to both him, his family, you and the other fighters

As you, Cain, Abel and Eve cook dinner he pulls the god aside

And both talk as they look upon the sight of Abel and Cain having a playful battle as you laugh with Eve

It makes the god tear up a bit

Happy that the man had given you what he couldn’t provide you with

Adam in return thanks Hephaestus for creating such a wonderful person and caring for humanity

And Hephaestus thanks Adam for giving you the full family he couldn’t provide

It’s something odd to say the least especially as Adam can’t help but give him a handshake and invite him to stay for dinner

Your father agrees, sitting down beside you at the dinner table as Eve pulls out his seat for him with a kind smile

Cain and Abel immediately begin asking the forging god questions making him laugh at their enthusiasm

They make him feel welcome

At home

Who knew that away from his lonesome forge would he find a place that accepted him

Humanity’s first humans to be even more ironic

Adam offers the god an apple which appears from the sky and he accepts it

Soon laughing as he bites into its flesh saying that it’s a bit bitter for his taste

Lü Bu had been a figure you had heard about but had actually never had the chance to meet

So it’s safe to say your rather excited

And he doesn’t let you down in any shape, way or form

He’s battle hungry just like a certain Norse deity who you luckily hadn’t run into yet

He makes for a good training partner

Especially since he pushes you to your limits and has you focus on your main strength without relying on your powers

It often leads to many cuts and bruises but a sense of accomplishment filling you

Something that hadn’t happened in a long time

And you suspect it hadn’t happened to him either from the barbaric smirk that stretches across his face

100% the dude who breaks down your door at 3 am to ask you about stuff you’ve seen or experienced

You don’t really sleep so you don’t mind but you are concerned for poor Cheng who was dragged along half asleep

He finds your stories of war fascinating especially at the mention of things like guns and cannons

You feel as if compared to the rest he doesn’t care about how things had advanced

If it isn’t weapon related

It’s odd to you that he’s purely driven by battle

But you aren’t the one to judge so you stick to what he likes

Some part of you keeps your friendship with him at a relative distance

Partially due to your experience with befriending men like him

Those who are hungry like him are always unsatisfied

It leads them to more and more bloodshed

And though your are no innocent person you don’t like battle that includes bystanders

His army on the other hand are some that you befriend

Cheng especially since despite being a solider he is a man of good heart and honour

How the young man found himself in Lü Bu’s army

Unlike his superior he finds your stories of the future fascinating

Especially as the world leads to more peaceful times

You drink with him and the other soldiers and sing songs with them that had long been forgotten

Kojiro is actually someone you’d only met once but it’s certainly a sight to see him again

Despite how everyone else appears as younger versions of themselves he’s old and grey

A sight of which makes you giggle a bit as you greet him once again

Despite meeting him once you both greet each other like old friends

Which others look your ways confused especially as you both explain that he asked for a battle and you royally kicked him ass

You both can remember it like yesterday

A lone mountainside road on a mid autumn’s day

A breeze making the veil trailing you flutter in the wind as you ready a weapon against him who smiles

Knowing he’ll lose but elated anyways

And when he fell against the ground with a few seconds of challenging you he laughs with that of pure joy

You both went your separate ways afterwards and now reunited

Like that day oh so long ago the two of you train often

Helping him brush up on his skills and get better as he sees how much you’d experienced since then

All these battle leave you and him winded but smiling

Laughter filling the training ground as the two of you sit down and have some tea

Adam patching up the old swordsman as you share stories to distract him

Fresh brewed tea being sipped as techniques of how he could improve are shared

Most would find this somewhat demeaning but he just smiles

Saying how he’ll take it to mind next time or chuckling as he says “I knew I should’ve used a better stance”

He ends up hanging around the other Japanese contestants quite a bit

Partially due to the shared culture but also since he can better recognize their fighting

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t mingle outside them

Qin shi Huang is someone he ends up befriending along with Adam and Simo

He enjoys modern day snacks and foods but holds a soft spot for spicy foods

Which leads to you and him having competitions as Eve makes some extra spicy foods for the two of you to gobble down

He won’t admit it but he finds it nice that you remembered him of all people

You’d met so many amazing and interesting people in your life yet you greet him like a friend despite meeting once

Despite him being the best known loser in history (a title in which you argue with him over)

Out of most of them your actually quite happy to introduce him to you father who he regards with respect

The grey haired man greeting the ash tinged and ember trailing man who created you

Both eat sweets with bean paste and talk as you leave them to their own

Much like mythology and history both are looked down upon and both have taken different ways to deal with it

You now find the older appearing man conversing with your father or getting him some food he’d thought he’d like

It’s sweet

The moment you introduced yourself to the newcomers and walked through that door Qin shi Huang is basically throwing himself at you

Your welcome your old friend with open arms

Letting him swing you around in joy as the former emperor and you laugh in joy

His eyes traveling down to the bracelet still tethered to your wrist, as beautiful as the day he gifted it

Throughout the entire tournament and it’s wait time your old friend sticks with you

Much like his time alive he is boisterous and prideful but his company was one that you had missed for many millennia

Through you he learns of what happened to his empire

How it continued on into a nation that still lasts even today as other crumbled

How his army of terracotta soldiers still stand to guard him in death and the wall despite its age has yet to fall

Now a wonder and landmark that many travel just to see and walk along its path

He learns of its misdoings as well but he knows many were made by his influence

By his decisions of bloodshed that still seems to stain the remnants of his aged empire

The emperor also learns of your travels since his death

How you sailed the 7 seas and ran your own ship, climbed the highest mountain in the world and stood at its top, swam to the deepest depths of the ocean where light had never touched its sandy floor and ventured through the harsh jungle terrain into unknown territory

It’s honestly Aw inspiring to him how much you’d done

Sure you had done these feats over a thousand or so years giver or take (along with nothing being able to kill you)

But it’s still amazing to him how much you’d seen

How much you could do within the span of eternity

But with that comes the realization that eventually you’d run out of things to do

But he brushes the though aside as the two of you engage in a feast with him and the other emperors that came after him

You sit the closest at his side and the others stretched along a long table filled with foods ranging from his time to later on

Sometimes for fun the two of you wear your clothes from when he was still alive

You wear your old robes as does he

And the the two of you prance around the coliseum as he points at something and has you “explain!”

The two of you always end up laughing until crying by the end of the day

He’s basically attached at your hip but you don’t mind at all

You’ve missed him for so long

Dinners with Adam’s family end up frequently with Qin joining as well

He ends up getting along well with Cain and Abel

The three of them joking as Eve and Adam place down a fresh meal

His whole “I’m emperor” thing can sometimes get on people’s nerves so you sometimes have to end up being a middle man

He does it partially to piss people off and cause he thinks it’s fun

It kinda is

Until he wants to pull that shit on the gods and you have to drag his ass away from their area of the arena

His is basically jumping for joy when Chun Yun gets to finally meet you

For a long time you’d only ever hear stories of the fiery woman so meeting her is actually really intriguing

Especially since she jokes that you must’ve had your hands full with dealing with him for years

That in turn makes him whine as she gives you a handshake that return wholeheartedly

She’s his only other impulse control other than you and by god does he need it

Unlike you though she’ll chew him out for doing something stupid, you call it a mom thing

When you talk with her in private she tells about how she raised him

And how she’s glad he met someone like you who became a true friend to him

Something he always needed

In return you thank her for making sure he made to actually survive

your father definitely meets the two of them at some point with how close they are to you

He’s pleasantly surprised with how the two greet him with normality

There’s respect but no formality that he got from Kojiro that would eventually fade as the two got closer

It’s just off the start they treat him as if he were a normal person

He appreciates it along with the fact they don’t stare at his deformities

Nor do they think of him lesser because of them

In fact it seems they think of him higher because of them which initially confuses him

So when he asks about it both the emperor and his past body guard explain where Qin grew up

How on the streets of a place now long changed many people were born had later gained disabilities and survived anyways through their strength and determination

Qin always respected them despite the fact they still hated him

Perhaps because just like him they persevered despite how others wanted to push them down

In many ways the two bond over the fact they were (and in some ways still are) considered useless

How they were repeatedly kicked down over and over yet got us just to spite them all

Hephaestus finds Qin to be fucking hilarious and the two find themselves cackling over stupid shit your father would make

Chun Yan also gets close to your dad as does her child whom spends his time playing with the toys your father makes for the young lad

It’s fun especially for Hephaestus as he makes small little wind up gadgets and toys

Qin now gives your dad ideas that somehow turn out really well which is funny to see

Especially as his ideas are “you know what would be cool?, a giant flying lamp for moths to follow” and Hephaestus is like “bet”

When seeing Jack again the English gentleman offers you a polite wave as Qin excitedly hugs you

It’s later on that he comes to you and the two of you share a nice time alone

Unlike the others Jack is nocturnal partially due to his uh…hobby so he spends the midnight and early hours with you

It’s was during those times you’d always felt lonely so you enjoy the company

He makes some tea and you both end up talking for hours

Topics ranging from the competition to what you did after he died

What you’ve seen

Who’ve you met

It’s all good fun especially as you explain your “wild days” in the 70’s or 80’s when you’d met and toured with some popular bands and singers

Sometime he talks of what his afterlife was like

It intrigues you a log since you can’t exactly experience death

The one place you’d never get to explore

A place where everything was eventually supposed to end up at yet you were the exception

Even gods could die yet you couldn’t

You remain like a stubborn sore

Out of the human fighters your kinda the only person who talks to him

Everyone else kinda gets creepy vibes from him

And it only gets worse when they find out he’s a killer

He also plays into that imagine as well so…yeah your the only person not fucking terrified of him

He doesn’t mind though

Quality over quantity as they say

May or may not watch Shakespeare movies with you

He hates the 90’s Romeo and Juliet film with decaprio

Doesn’t make it better when you mention the fact the actor dates girls who could potentially be their father age wise

It reminds him too much of the grimy old men who would prey on young and impressionable girls

Something you have to sadly explain still happens much to his displeasure

One thing he does enjoy though is how accessible stuff like imported foods and goods are

He now has the chance to try the various tea’s and treats from other countries that used to be fairly expensive

What makes it even more fun is that you usually have some fun story to go along with said treat

Probably ends up enjoying stuff like phantom of the opera and silence of the lambs

But to be honest he has a soft spot for stuff like low budget horror films

Just the low quality gore and bad acting makes him chuckle

Especially as you tell him the “rules” of a horror film

The two of you now make a small tradition as the days tick down for the tournament to start by watching a film a night

Your father finds Jack to be an odd fellow but one who engages in interesting conversation

Someone who was also looked down on in life

Hephaestus knows he isn’t the best person

He’s made mistakes

Been complicit in his brethren’s bloodshed of the humans he had come to love

So in some sense finding someone who is also not a good person but in some sense tries to do some good is therapeutic to him

That he is equally flawed inwardly just as humans are

Cause unlike other gods he had come to realize how both are more alike than they are different

“Gods?, I don’t exactly like many of them. But perhaps meeting them in person could shape my view”

Loki is one god whom seems to find you by complete accident yet seems to find amusement in trying to fool you

It doesn’t work

And that leads to him trying harder and thus not leaving you alone

You swear that he sticks to you like fucking super glue

Doesn’t help that he keeps nagging about how the gods are better

Your a feeble human

Blah blah blah

Your soooo ready to defeat a gif in battle just to see his expression

And how he had be intentionally annoying someone who could easily deck him across the world with a simple slap

Though despite that he is somewhat fun company

Despite how annoying he can be he also gives you ample opportunity to see the view of the other side

And it leads to discussion between the two of you as you move a chess piece across a board

Your knight taking one of his pawns as he makes an annoyed scowl

He makes a comment about having the power to take you out with a snap of his fingers

But you remind him that he won’t

And that makes him grumble as he makes his next move

It’s odd…but you come to enjoy his company just as you do with others

Perhaps at some point he began enjoying yours since he invites (more like drags) you to the god portion of the arena

Into his current room as he bitches about Odin and nephew Thor

The mention of which makes you hold down an amused chuckle

His room has a lot of snake imagery

Along with snacks as he sits down on a chair and rips open a bag of chips

Continuing on his argument about how Thor is such a sour puss and that if he has to deal with odins ravens again he’s gonna-

He pauses when he hears you laugh

for once he goes silent

You ask what’s wrong and he replies that he’d never heard you laugh before

Let alone seem amused by him

You simply reply that you wouldn’t hang out with him if you didn’t enjoy his presence

No matter how annoying he could be when breaking down your door at random times

You think that you may have fried his brain from saying you voluntarily wanted to be around him

Perhaps he feels as if people put up with him rather than enjoy his jokes and jabs

You can’t help but notice that insults towards you have steadily stopped after that

You swear Thor saw you once and then he’s on you like a bloodhound

Brunhilde had to help you after you were hiding from the red head via hanging onto a chandelier hoping he wouldn’t look up

And now that he knows your seemingly “revived” for the competition he’s hunting you down

He wants to fight you again

To feel that rush of finally having a good battle

He now looks for you in the crowds of humans and gods

Looking anywhere for your signature hat and trailing veil

Not knowing your hanging out with Loki who has a room beside him

He swears to his father that he’s gonna get that fucking battle with you

His fathers crows tease him about this

How set he is in fighting some random human he met centuries ago

But he doesn’t let up

You spend a majority of the waiting time for the tournament sneakily slinking through the halls of the colosseum

Trying to get to the human only training area where he would not be permitted into

You don’t think that would really stop him but you know for a fact Brunhilde would be pissed if he did so

Is gonna be reallly mad to find out that he ain’t the one fighting you

The time for battle now approaches and the first fight is soon to begin

Near Brunhilde and Göll you sit in their shadow covered private area for watching

Looking out onto the crowds of people who cheer

#platonic #ror x reader #records of ragnarok x reader #ror thor x reader #ror loki x reader #ror jack the ripper x reader #ror qin shi huang x reader #ror adam x reader #ror lu bu x reader #ror Kojiro x reader

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attichaos · 1 year

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Rune Meanings

These are a few keywords and themes for rune symbols along with their modern alphabet equivalents.

*longer read*

Ansuz - Message, A

God, Ancestors, Revelation, Signs, Visions, Insight, Message, Knowledge, Communication

Berkana - Birch, B

Earth Mother, Birth, Fertility, Growth, Renewal, New beginnings, Creation, New projects, Creativity

Kaunaz - Torch, C/K/Q

Fire, Knowledge, Enlightenment, Comprehension, Insight, Illumination, Calling, Purpose, Idea

Dagaz - Dawn, D

Intuition, Light Within, Day, Awakening, Consciousness, Clarity, Hope, Balance, Growth, New cycles

Ehwaz - Horse, E

Twin Gods, Relationships, Progress, Movement, Harmony, Trust, Loyalty, Friendship, Assistance, Duality, Animal instincts

Fehu - Wealth, F

Wealth, Mother Rune, Abundance, Luck, Hope, Prosperity, Fortune

Gebo - Gift, G

Divine Interaction, Generosity, Partnership, Gifts, Talents, Charity, Service, Assistance, Luck, Fortune

Hagalaz - Hail (as in the type of weather), H

Transformation, Egg of Life, Destruction, Natural wrath, Uncontrolled forces, Testing, Change, External input

Isa - Ice, I

Cosmic Coherence, Suspension, Delay, Stillness, Frustration, Blocks, Pause, Waiting

Jera - Harvest, J

Earth, Right Action, Year, conclusion, Life cycle, Endings and beginnings, Abundance, Learnings, Growth

Laguz - Lake, L

Fertilty, Living Renewal, Water, Intuition, Imagination, Healing, Dreams, Mysteries, Insight, Instinct, Knowing

Mannaz - Man, M

Divine Union Manifestation, Humanity, Collective, Mortality, Community, Relationships, Morals, Values

Nauthiz - Neccesity, N

Needs, Friction, Shadow, Restriction, Disagreements, Resistance, Survival, Lacking

Othila - Heritage, O

Genetics, Legacy, inheritance, Spiritual growth, Abundance, Values, Contribution

Peorth - Destiny, P

Divination, Luck, Primal law, Fate, Mysteries, Occult, Feminine fertility, Chance, Fortune, Mysticism, Unknown

Raido - Journey, R

Solar Chariot, Rhythm, Progress, Movement, Evolution, Perspective, Journey, Travel

Sowulo - Sun, S

Thunderbolt, Wheel of Power, Success, Vitality, Inspiration, Justice, Success, Joy, Happiness, Abundance

Teiwaz - Victory, T

Masculine Gods, Warrior Rune, Leadership, Rationality, Honour, Bravery, Courage, Strength, Perseverance, Endurance

Uruz - Power, U

Primal Creative Force, Gateway, Strength, Endurance, Health, Courage, Vigour, Vitality, Force, Perseverance

Wunjo - Joy, V/W

Kinship, Heritage, Joy, Pleasure, Feast, Celebration, Comfort, Belonging, Community, Success, Festivities

Thurisaz - Thor, X, th

Protection, Polarity, Regeneration, Defence, Challenge, Danger, Attack, Strength

Eiwaz - Yew, Y

Tree of Life, Dreaming, Magic, Connection, Inspiration, Endurance, Sacred knowledge, Protection, Life cycles, Divinity

Algiz - Elk, Z

Divine Protection, Sanctuary, Protection, Guardian, Awakening, Courage, Defence, Instincts

Inguz - Fertility, NG

True Love, Music, Harmony, Fertility, Virility, Inner growth, Virtue, Peace, Harmony

Merry meet,

Atti <3

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natalyarose · 22 days

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𝓕𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓢𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓲 - 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸

🤍 Tonight/today greets us with a beautiful, vibrant Full Moon in Swati. I want to shed a little light about one of the mythologies associated with Swati and how it pertains to natives & transits under this Lunar Mansion.

The Vedic story of Hanuman, the cosmic son of Vayu (God of the wind & lord of Swati) lends us a wealth of knowledge about Swati's nature & message. It goes like this (I've tried my best to put it into my own wording): When Hanuman was a young boy, he thought the Sun was a big fruit, so he jumped into the sky to try to eat it. The Sun god felt intimidated by young Hanuman coming towards him, and asked he asked Indra (King of the Gods) to bring the child back down to Earth with his weapon/powers. Indra struck Hanuman in his jaw with his weapon: Vajra, the thunderbolt. Impressed by the child’s bravery & resistance, the deities blessed Hanuman with various powers. Hanuman used his powers to play pranks upon others, and for this, the rishis (sages, seers) cursed him to forget his gifts and powers. The boy then apologized for his mistake, so the rishis told him that his powers would come back to him if someone reminded him of them. Later on, while Hanuman was on a quest searching for Sita, Lord Rama’s wife, he was reminded of his powers by Jambavan, the bear headed being. Of the curse and his past. Upon hearing this, Hanuman's confidence is reignited. He ended up playing out multiple roles: a messenger to Sita, a diplomat to Vibhishana, and a soldier against Ravan.

🤍 This story gave me so much context as to why Swati natives are the way they are: A lot of the Swati natives I've met in my life are brilliantly talented in some field, or even multitalented, but are often very (overly) humble and self-doubting or easily discouraged by others'.

🤍 Swati is known to be perhaps the most energetically receptive of all the Nakshatras (some consider it to be the 'most feminine', which it is very much so but I think Swati's energy is very ethereal so it kinda transcends traditional feminine/masculine archetypes). This energetic receptivity gives endless potential for just about anything that can be dreamed of- there is a vast potential for just about any skill, talent or reality to be manifested in Swati. However, as the mythology implies, Swati's infinite powers and potential can be limited by the natives 'forgetting' their abilities or others attempting to bring them down.

🦋 It is said that Swati natives, like in the story, need to be surrounded by people who remind them of their abilities, beauty & talents in order to thrive. This makes sense in the context of Swati being very Yin and passive- endless potential, but needs that external Yang in order to flourish. It needs somebody to be objective with them and tell them exactly what they're good at.

🌱This potential is seen with Swati's symbolism being a plant shoot/sapling standing strong against the wind: there is a talent, a gift in Swati natives that needs to be nurtured to grow. Not that Swati's natives should depend on others- part of Swati's path may be related to learning to do what it takes to nurture those abilities yourself; but even still having positive affirmation and strong, Solar energies around is very important for Swati.

🍃 The Sun is debilitated in Swati, meaning the ego is very fragile. This can of course go many different ways- it can manifest as somebody who is very overly humble, self sacrificial, weak boundaries, lets emotions and empathy govern their life, 'too nice', lacking a healthy ego, struggles with criticism. Sometimes I see Swati manifested poorly as someone who feels down on themselves, so then deflects and rip down others, but typically there is another placement involved to cause this behaviour.

🌬 Not that Swati can't have a dark side, it certainly can and does as all Nakshatras do (Swati's other symbol is a sword & is butcher caste- it can be ruthless in achieving their goals, like Hanuman reaching up to the Sun)- but still remember that Swati resides in the middle of Sidereal Libra. Libra is balance, peace, the middle ground. Swati is the very middle of the middle lol. It is the ultimate 'go with the flow' 'neither here nor there' embodiment. Much like the wind.

🌌 This is partially why Tropical Scorpios are known to have the mesmerising stare & amazing ability to read people & situations: Swati acts as almost like this cosmic vacuum for knowledge, able to absorb it all but often too 'off with the fairies' and in their own world to verbalize it or always remember it. The natives can be misunderstood as ditzy and 'airheaded'.

🖤The 'dark side' of Swati would probably be staying quiet, not taking a stand 'for' or 'against' anything & letting life pass you by, or being bystanders in witnessing bad things due to the extreme energetic neutrality/passivity. Perhaps even snapping from the burden of always being doubted and passive. This neutrality can also be a gateway to fostering profound wisdom- access to the intuitive stream of knowledge available to us all is blocked by judgement & absolutes.

🎨 This leads me to Swati's association with the Goddess Saraswati; the Goddess of knowledge, wisdom, art, music & learning. The extreme potential to accumulate knowledge in Swati is a wonder, but it's almost as if sometimes the only way for Swati to verbalize & relay the knowledge to the world, is through art & music. A lot of spiritual truths are just too profound to put into plain words and even if you manage to, there's the risk of being misunderstood- through artistic creation, this wisdom can be more easily FELT.

🥀 I think that the theme of 'forgetting your powers' in Swati, reminds me of how when we come to this Earth and are born (Bharani, opposite to Swati represents birth), we for the most part forget our potential. We forget our divinity, we forget spiritual information such as our past lives.

🌸 It is said that on the way to success, Swati natives will often encounter a person or situation where people will try to bring them down/block their path at all costs, like Indra striking down the boy who reached for the Sun.

🌹One last thing- I recently watched the movie 'Pearl' which was a weird thing for me because I veer away from watching horrific movies, but the actress (Mia Goth) is Swati ascendant. Butcher caste. Symbolised by the sword/blade. Well, let's just say that the character lives up to this association lol- but I was thinking and I realised that the overall story and what lead the girl to this point is very Swati. Not that being a murderer is typical of Swati natives lol, but the plot:

🍒🌬 Pearl grows up on a farm, isolated from the world and held back from her freedom and enjoyment of her youth by her responsibilities taking care of her ill & immobilised father; and living with her abusive yet well meaning mother (not that abuse is ever okay but in the context of it being a very scary time for society amidst the Spanish flu and the father being crippled, I think the mum was very scared to death of more tragedy occuring). She dreams of being a star on the silver screens, a dancer (Swati being very ambitious & typically talented) but feels, once again, held back by the weight of the responsibility and burden of her dark home life. Eventually, she cracks and ends up killing anyone who she perceives to have doubted her or blocked her path (including her parents). Anyway, very Swati themes. Also very Rahu, Rahu nakshatras can have themes of being very sweet, polite and conforming- but eventually emotionally cracking, and all of the built up anger, rage and frustration from being mistreated or walked all over in their passive state comes out.

🌷🌸 Also, I just randomly thought of Barbie and the Three Musketeers lol- Barbie is often considered to be a Swati character (the femininity association, Rahuvian illusion, the way she can play all these characters and enter all of these different fantasy worlds). In Barbie and the Three Musketeers, we see Corinne (interestingly, again a girl who lives fair away from the city, somewhat isolated on a farm with her mother. Both movies play into the trope of the sweet, naive yet underestimated farm girl) who dreams of becoming a musketeer like her father was, in a time where girls could never be considered for this noble position. She confidently made her way on horseback all the way to Paris. When she told people of her dreams and ambitions of becoming a musketeer, everyone laughed in her face seeing as she was a girl. Even though she was extremely skilled and had been practicing for years. In the story, she discovers of this bad dude's plans to kill the prince to steal his inheritance to the throne, and her and her friends plan to take action.

Once the bad dude catches on that they know what he's up to and are trying to stop him, he of course tries to destroy them (there is a scene of a classic sword fight on the roof of the castle, Swati being associated with high places as well).

After demonstrating their immense bravery and skill, the girls all become musketeers and are apologised to for being underestimated (if I remember correctly).

It's really interesting because both of these movies include a scene early in the movie where the main character performs in a barn to the animals lol- Corinne practicing her musketeer skills, and Pearl practicing her dancing (and uh... killing a goose?).

🌫These movies also highlight Swati's themes of being underestimated, seen as very sweet and passive or naively sheltered, harmless girls but shocking the world with what they're capable of. 'Doing it in a dress' or doing it in lipstick & heels' vibes. Obviously, the two movies & characters go in entirely different directions though, lol.

🌸 In a way, society at large underestimates Barbie in general- deeming her airheaded or vapid & shallow just because of her associations with beauty & femininity, when most of the Barbie movies and stories actually depict Barbie as an immensely brave, courageous character who's positivity, kindness, strength and determination transcends evil every time.

Anyway, this ended up being much longer than intended lol, but I hope this was enjoyed by someone and sheds some light on the power of Swati Nakshatra this Full Moon <3🤍🌚

#astrology #nakshatras #vedic astrology #spirituality #vedic astro observations #vedic astro notes #jyotish #full moon

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blueiskewl · 6 months

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These Bronze Statues Reveal Ancient Healing Rituals

Discovered in a dig at a thermal spring in Tuscany, Italy, the well-preserved items offer a glimpse into medical practices from the Etruscan and Roman eras.

An exhibition that opened Friday at Rome’s Quirinal Palace could be described as a classic rags-to-riches story.

Just ten months ago, many of the bronze statues now on show there — artfully spotlighted and captioned — were submerged in layers of thick mud in what had been a sacred pool of thermo-mineral water roughly halfway between Florence and Rome.

Their rediscovery last fall during an ongoing archaeological excavation in a field just below the Tuscan town of San Casciano dei Bagni made headlines around the world, propelling the bronzes — via a stint in Italy’s main restoration institute — to the rare honor of being exhibited at the presidential palace.

“It’s an extraordinary discovery,” Luigi La Rocca, the culture ministry official responsible for archaeology, fine arts and landscape, told reporters at the palace on Thursday, praising the variety of the bronzes, their quality and their high degree of conservation.

The artifacts — mostly dating from the second century B.C. to the first century A.D. — were votive offerings collected in the sacred pool of the so-called Bagno Grande, or “large bath,” part of a sanctuary that was in use in various forms for more than 700 years.

Lightning struck the building around the first century A.D., and following the Etruscan tradition of burying objects struck by lightning in a sacred place, the statues and other artifacts were concealed under a layer of terra-cotta tiles along with a bronze thunderbolt, a ritual called “fulgur conditum.”

Successive votive offerings, mostly bronze coins and plants, were deposited until Christianity became the official religion of the Roman Empire in the fourth century A.D. Then, the sanctuary was dismantled, and its offerings were buried once again, which contributed to their remarkable conservation.

The dig that uncovered them began in 2019, but it was only in 2020 that the first artifacts — inscriptions, altars and small bronzes — began to emerge. Last year, the archaeologists dug further down into the sacred pool.

“We thought there could be something here, but nothing like what we found,” said Emanuele Mariotti, the director of the excavation, on a recent hot afternoon as he surveyed the site. “It was like a time capsule waiting to be opened,” he added.

The finds offer insights on ancient medical practices. The waters were considered curative by “Etruscans, Romans, Christians and Pagans,” Mariotti said. “This was a place of healing, meeting of cultures and medical knowledge.”

Many of the bronzes had inscriptions from the territory of Perugia, about 70 kilometers northeast of San Casciano, a considerable distance to travel more than 2,000 years ago. This shows “how complex and nuanced” cultural interaction was at the time, added Jacopo Tabolli, the scientific director of the dig and co-curator of the Quirinal show.

“Gods changed, but the water remained the same,” he added.

Some of the bronzes are still being restored, but many made it to the Quirinal for the exhibition. In one room, bronzes of arms, feet, ears and other body parts are on display, reflecting the various ailments that were treated at the thermal baths.

“These are unique,” Mariotti said, stopping in front of two bronze plaques showing what he said was a “very accurate” depiction of internal organs. Similar terra-cotta examples existed, he said, but bronze versions were hitherto unknown.

Other statues represented gods and goddesses, but also men, women and small children, wrapped in swaddling cloths. Some were sickly and in need of healing. Others appeared to have benefited from the cures.

The thermal springs are still used today for their therapeutic properties, both in the public baths near the archaeological site and at a private resort.

For San Casciano dei Bagni, a picturesque hilltop town, the ancient finds will hopefully bring new economic prospects, especially after the opening of a new museum in the city center.

Earlier this week, at a property deed transfer in Rome attended by various authorities, the culture ministry formally bought a palazzo in San Casciano dei Bagni from local clerics to house the museum (list price 670,000 euros, around $730,000) and Italy’s culture minister, Gennaro Sangiuliano, pledged to contribute “additional resources.”

Massimo Osanna, the director of Italy’s state museums said Thursday that he hoped one section of the museum would be ready next year. “I’m an optimist,” he said.

“It’s going to be a tremendous opportunity,” said Agnese Carletti, the town’s mayor. Following on from previous administrations, Carletti’s council championed and funded the local archaeological excavations that led to the finds, offering room and board to archaeology students participating in the summer digs.

A new excavation begins next week, and Tabolli said that it would concentrate on expanding the archaeological site to better understand the context around the sacred pool. “We’ve reconstructed the structure of the sanctuary, but there is still much more to know about the overall site which must have been monumental,” he said.

Osanna said that more surprises could be in store. “We don’t know what else the sanctuary has to offer,” he said.

By Elisabetta Povoledo.

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fafnir19 · 6 months

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Hunter Prince

As the youngest prince, I am often belittled, ridiculed, and scorned. My elder brothers, Haas and Rego, are exemplary warriors, while I, Prince Almir, am but a mere shadow in their presence. The king, too, has often expressed his disappointment in me, though he does so subtly, through concerned glances and exasperated sighs. One fateful day, a group of entertainers graced the castle with their presence, and amid their act, they unfolded a tale of Princess Naja, bewitched by an evil sorceress and earmarked for marriage to the fearsome wizard, Zarik. Her plight ignited a fire within me—the chance to prove my worth, not just to my family, but to myself. Stealing away from the castle, I embarked on a journey to rescue the fair Princess Naja.

Many trials beset me, but eventually, I arrived at the sorceress's tower, where Naja was imprisoned high above, seemingly out of reach. I approached Naja, hoping for her wisdom and guidance. Much to my surprise, she revealed her secret knowledge of the sorceress's books. She disclosed the conditions for my success: "Capture the black unicorn and fashion boots from its untamable hide; Slay the black wolf and forge a cape from its impenetrable fur; Snare the black falcon and equip your garments with its swift feathers." With Naja's aid, and a stolen magical ring from the sorceress, I would then transform into these creatures. As a falcon, I would soar into the tower, transform into a wolf to subdue the sorceress, and flee with Naja upon the back of the unicorn.

The challenges before me seemed insurmountable, but with cunning and skill, I succeeded in each task. The garments were fashioned, the magical ring obtained.

As a falcon, I soared into the sky, riding the winds as they carried me closer to the lofty prison where Naja awaited her liberation. My heart pounded, and the adrenaline coursed through my veins as I approached the tower, ready to confront the sorceress and seize my chance to rescue the princess. "Naja, I'm here," I called out in a silent hum, the only sound that carried from my avian form. From the tower, her voice echoed back, laced with an urgency that spurred me onward. "Almir, be swift. Transform into the wolf when you arrive. We must act before the sorceress intervenes." My feathers ruffled with determination, and with a steely resolve, I executed the seamless transition into a formidable wolf. As I approached the tower, the door swung open with a gust of chilling wind, and I bounded forth to confront the sorceress. But as I advanced, ready to confront the wicked enchantress, the sight that greeted me struck with the force of a thunderbolt. It was not the sorceress who stood before me, but a figure much more imposing. It was the wizard Zarik, his eyes gleaming with power and malice. I snarled and attacked, but before I could even reach him, Zarik swiftly subdued me with a collar and muzzle.

Naja stepped forward with a sinister smile, holding the magical ring. "Oh, Almir," she said with false sweetness. "I knew you would be the perfect addition to our little family." Naja's laughter filled the tower, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You see, Almir, love can make one do many things. And my love for Zarik knows no bounds." She kissed Zarik and presented him with the magical ring. "This will be the perfect wedding gift for you, my dear." With a sinking feeling, I realized that the true love story was not between Princess Naja and I, but between her and the dark wizard Zarik. I desperately asked: "What is the meaning of this? Naja, I thought you were—" "Silence, Almir," Zarik commanded, his voice laced with an undercurrent of dark power that sent shivers down my spine. "You will come with us, and you will learn the consequences of meddling in matters beyond your understanding." As I stood there, rendered helpless and captive, the reality of the situation began to sink in. I had been tricked, betrayed, and now I was at the mercy of the very adversaries I had sought to thwart.

Just as despair threatened to consume me, Zarik's voice cut through the suffocating silence. "Almir, you are no longer who you once were. From now on, you shall be known as Hunter, my loyal companion." I blinked in confusion, my mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. "Hunter? What do you mean?" Zarik's eyes held a chilling glint as he explained, "You possess remarkable potential, Hunter, and I will decide which form you will take—whether it is the unicorn for its speed, the wolf for its prowess in hunting, the falcon for its keen sight, or the human form for its cunning and intelligence." A dreadful realization dawned on me as the truth sank in. I was now at Zarik's mercy, bound to his will and stripped of my former identity. As Hunter, I had become a mere tool in the hands of a powerful wizard and a deceitful princess. Defeated and captive, I could only wonder what fate awaited me at the hands of the sorceress and the powerful wizard.

The days melded into an existence I had never fathomed, where loyalty was my only currency. Zarik, my captor turned master, reveled in his newfound "wedding gift," parading me like a prized possession. I accompanied him everywhere, adopting the form he desired, whether human, unicorn, wolf, or falcon.

His training was relentless, intended not just to hone my hunting skills, but to break my spirit. "Good, Hunter," Zarik murmured, as I successfully tracked our prey through the dense forest. "I see great potential in you." Potential for what? I often pondered, but all that escaped my lips, in any form, were feigned grunts of acquiescence. One evening, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Zarik and I found ourselves in the great hall, partaking in a goblet of wine each. Naja appeared, cloaked in allure as always, her gaze flitting between us with a glimmer of malice. "Ah, Naja, my love," Zarik said, rising from his seat. "Have you come to admire our progress?" Naja's laugh echoed like silver bells, belying the darkness that swirled within her. "Indeed, Zarik. It's impressive how you've transformed Almir into such a useful companion." Useful? I snarled inwardly, my human form concealed by the boundary of silence I had resigned to. Zarik stepped closer to Naja, his eyes alight with fervor. "He has proven to be a valuable asset, indeed. His loyalty knows no bounds, just as yours." Naja's lips curled into a wry smirk, and I could almost taste the bitterness of my own plight. "Hunter, isn't it?" She addressed me as if I were naught but a hound. "Yes," Zarik affirmed with a glint in his eye, seeing his handiwork unfold. "His transformation is quite remarkable, wouldn't you agree?" I clenched my fists, hidden beneath the guise of human semblance, the wine in my goblet forgotten as their sinister exchange unfolded before me.

Naja approached, her ethereal beauty masking the venomous intent within. "Impressive, indeed," she purred, her fingers trailing along my arm as if I were no more than a weapon at their disposal. I recoiled internally, stifling the violent impulse to lash out. Trapped within my own facade, I could only endure their twisted charade. The moon ascended high into the night as the hour grew late. Zarik and Naja bid each other farewell, entwining in a passionate embrace, leaving me to my thoughts. However, their parting words, laced with veiled intentions, lingered in the air like a thick mist. As they departed, Naja spared me a glance, her gaze cutting through my facade with cruel clarity. "Be sure to join us on our special night, Hunter," she taunted. "After all, you are an essential part of our union." With that, the door closed behind them, leaving me to confront the turmoil churning within. I had become nothing more than a pawn in their treacherous design, a far cry from the prince I once was. The night crept on as I wrestled with the shackles that bound me, both physical and emotional. Eventually, the fateful hour arrived, cloaked in a darkness that mirrored the despair in my heart. I approached the grand chamber, the weight of my captivity bearing down upon me. The door creaked as I entered, my footsteps echoing through the chamber. Zarik and Naja reclined upon the grand bed, their eyes gleaming with a sinister glimmer. My presence, a silent reminder of their triumph, did nothing to dampen their unholy revelry. "Ah, Hunter," Zarik beckoned, his voice laced with a cruel edge. "Come, fulfill your duty as my loyal companion."

My stomach churned, repulsed by the spectacle before me, but even in my agony, I dared not defy their command. I assumed the form of the wolf and lay beside their bed, a silent sentinel on their unholy union. As the night waned, a haunting realization seeped into my very being—I had sacrificed not only my freedom, but also my dignity, on the altar of their dark desires. The weight of my sorrow threatened to consume me whole, and the hollow echoes of their laughter reverberated through the chamber, mocking my entrapment. In the depths of that chamber, I, the once proud Prince Almir, lay bound by chains unseen, ensnared in a web of cruelty spun by those I once sought to rescue. The night waned into dawn, casting an ethereal glow upon the shadows that enveloped me, and in that ephemeral light, a flicker of defiance kindled within me. Though my captivity had robbed me of many things, it could not extinguish the ember of resilience burning within. As the first light of dawn breached the horizon, I vowed to reclaim not just my freedom, but also the honor that had been callously stripped away. In the hushed embrace of that chamber, I plotted my emancipation from the clutches of their malevolent design, forging a resolve to defy their expectations and emerge from the darkness, a prince no longer in name alone, but in spirit and will.

#male tf #male transformation #wizzard #wolf tf #falcon tf #unicorn tf #prince #princess #fairy tales #forced transformation #hunter prince

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sakura-code · 2 months

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💛🌟Desuhiko Thunderbolt Headcanon🌟💛

He is great with fashion, from designing his own outfits to having great fashion tips

He is bisexual (female lean)

He is great at makeup and hairstyling

He is incredibly knowledgeable when it comes to the LGBTQ+ community

He owns many plushies, especially Pokémon

His family consist of a mother, a father, and two brothers

He is the middle child of the family

He had been bullied a lot when he was younger, which is part of why he was a shrinking violet as a kid

He still has some self-esteem issues in him that he tries to hide from everyone

He has a YouTube channel where he posts his music

He may be good at flirting, but he is terrible when he receives flirting back

He has excellent memorization since he is able to remember people’s faces, bodies, and even voices at just a short glance, but that is also why he is not a fan of looking at blood and bodies

His favorite movie is rom-com/his least favorite is horror

His favorite color are yellow and gold

He is very knowledgeable on clothing aesthetics and genuinely figure out what a person’s aesthetic can be after getting to know them

He sucks at writing romantic love songs, but is actually really good at writing sentimental songs

He likes to listen to Lo-Fi and Ambience music

He keeps journals on him in case he finds inspiration for music or his future biographies

He loves the sun and is a morning person (mainly because he likes to make himself look good in the morning and that takes a lot of time)

He loves to stargaze since his hometown was in the country

He can actually be good at tech such as computers and cameras, but to note, he isn’t good at the programming stuff. He’s more so good at video editing to make videos for his channel, and camera work for both his videos and mission surveillance.

He used to wear glasses and black clothing when he was younger, but now wears contact lenses and bright colors to shed away from his “gloomy kid” past self

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #desuhiko thunderbolt #rain code desuhiko #rain code headcanon #tw: bullying

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linkemon · 9 months

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First meeting headcanons 2

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

AN (it's very hard to keep up with haiku syllables in English but I'm trying my best to modify my orginal poetry).

Scaramouche

✧ Living in Snezhnaya, it was a great honour to serve Tsaritsa. That's what you believed when you joined Fatui. Quickly climbing the career ladder, thanks to your vision, you managed to get into the branch of Balladeer himself.

✧ You fit in there like sore thumb and you hated it. With your healing skills among people who were so well trained they didn't even need you. You believed that you could do more in other teams full of less experienced fighters, but you preferred not to offend your superiors.

✧ Apart from the occasional salute, one of the first major interactions with Scaramouche was when his closest subordinate was injured. It was a serious wound and you knew it wouldn't last long. And yet the man told him to return to his mission. You couldn't take it anymore and told Scaramouche that man will be useless dead. You waited for his answer with your heart pounding. There was anger in his eyes but he waved his hand at you and walked away.

✧ You didn't enjoy your win for long. As an act of insubordination and defiling his authority, you were assigned to his tent, where you did all the paperwork for him.

Arataki Itto

✧ You've been having Onikabuto fights ever since you first put your baby hands on those worms. The girls laughed at you for liking insects. You felt bad about it but after a while you stopped caring about other people's opinion.

✧ When you grew up, your passion turned into a part-time job where you organized games, collecting small fees and bets. So it's no wonder that sooner or later Arataki Itto came to your humble arena.

✧ He called himself Future Best Super Ultra Tournament Winner. Looking at his oponent, you announced that he would get second place at best and you made him a bet. A group of gang members following him deposited their savings with immense faith in the boss.

✧ The boy didn't want to believe he lost. He reproached you for being unfair and against the rules for even participating in the tournament, and you just waved a piece of paper in front of his face with the rules. He turned all red and the group had to take him away from the scene.

✧ He solemnly promised that he would come back and defeat you!

Kaedehar Kazuha

✧ The first time you saw Kazuha was when he got on the Vision Hunt Decree's wanted list. As the person directly responsible to Kujo Sara, you were one of the first to be informed that he needed to be arrested.

✧ So you set off with your squad to capture him. You stayed with a small group of people on the hill to watch the action. And you definitely miscalculated. You were not the worst strategist and the samurai routed all your subordinates. Nervous, you announced that you were going to face him. Kaedehara almost managed to escape but at the last moment you blocked his way. You crossed arms.

✧ You had to admit that the clash was beyond your strength. Even your vision could not tip the scales of victory. And the soldiers stayed in the camp as you ordered because you didn't want to endanger them.

✧ Drops of sweat were running down Kazuha's forehead as he tried to keep up with you. The storm saved him in the end. One of the thunderbolts shot near you, stopping the fight for a moment.

With that haiku ringing in your head, he left you in the middle of a skirmish.

Very stormy day

Battle among maple leaves

In the wind your name

Lisa Minci

✧ Your thirst for knowledge drew you to the library. Coming from Sumer, for research purposes, you needed to expand your knowledge of Mondstadt. After all, you were supposed to spend a lot of time here.

✧ However, Lisa distracted you from the books. The librarian took an immediate interest in you, asking about your home, hobbies and marital status. That last one freaked you out. Especially after she called you cute.

✧ Oddly enough, all the titles you needed were rented. So, as a courtesy, the woman offered to tell you everything you wanted to know, as long as you accompanied her when she went out. Originally, you were just supposed to pick up a new shipment of books and ended up with a whole day of shopping, eating and walking.

✧ When she was arguing with one of the pushy customers in the tavern, you got up and poured your wine on his head. She admitted she didn't expect this from you. She stepped her high heel on his leg and you both left the money and left.

✧ When you took her to the square in the evening, she said that you can come to pick up your books tomorrow, she will surely find them overnight. Or maybe they never disappeared and she just wanted to spend time with you? You have to figure it out yourself...

#headcanons #genshin impact x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #lisa minci x reader #arataki itto x reader #scaramouche #x reader #kaedahara kazuha #lisa minci #over teyvat

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talonabraxas · 2 months

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Mystic Eye Talon Abraxas

Ajna Chakra

In the forehead, between the eyebrows, lies the two-petaled lotus, Ajna chakra. It shines like the bright moon, and its two petals vibrate with the sounds ham and ksham. Devi Hakini resides in the center of the Ajna chakra. White as the moon and with a pure mind (shuddha chitta). She has six heads and four arms that hold an hourglass-shaped drum, a skull, a jnana mudra (gesture of knowledge) and a japa mala.

The subtle mind (mana) resides in the Ajna chakra. A Shiva lingam called Itarakhya resides within it. It shines like a thunderbolt and is the abode of realization of supreme knowledge, including the vedas. It is also from here that one perceives the Brahma nadi, which connects the Muladhara to the Sahasrara chakra.

The bija mantra for Ajna chakra is AUM, also known as Pranava. It is said that one should meditate on this bija mantra with a steady mind. One should meditate on the Ajna chakra with devi Hakini, a glowing mind, a shining Shiva lingam, and AUM bija mantra. The meditator can perceive the Brahma nadi if he or she meditates this way with stillness and with his or her gaze turned inward.

By meditating on the Ajna chakra one becomes all-knowing, all-perceiving, a benefactor to all, all-powerful like Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva, who are responsible for creation, regulation, and dissolution, respectively.

Between the eyebrows in the Ajna chakra is the soul, which is as bright as the tip of a flame and vibrates with the primordial sound of AUM. Above that is a bright young moon with a bindu (letter of sound ma) from which the unstruck sound of AUM is derived. This bindu shines like the rays of the moon.

Swami Hamsa swaroop maharaj describes an important doorway to the soul in his translation of Sat Chakra Nirupana. By holding the Niralamba mudra, which can be learned only from a guru, and by meditating on the place where the primordial sound of AUM originates, one experiences the light of the soul or highest spirit.

Next, Sat Chakra Nirupana discusses the importance of Ajna chakra at the end of life. One who meditates on the Ajna chakra at the end stage of life and surrenders the prana with devotion between the eyebrows, i.e. at the bindu from where the primordial sound originates, merges with the supreme consciousness.

In the Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 8 Verse 10, Shri Krishna says to Arjuna

prayaanakaale manasaachalena bhaktyaa yukto yogabalena chaiva |

bhruvormadhye praanamaaveshya samyak sa tam param purushamupaiti divyam || 10 ||

At death, with devotion, an unwavering mind, and the power of yoga, he who surrenders the Prana in the middle of the eyebrows, attains that supreme divine person.

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iseethatimicy · 3 months

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Chick or Heart Hairclip ?

Notes: I might start writing again after not being active besides reblogging a few posts... Characters: Yakou Furio, Yuma Kokohead, Halara Nightmare, Desuhiko Thunderbolt, Fubuki Clockford, Vivia Twilight Prompt: Fluff - Platonic! Yakou Furio x Reader

February 14th, Valentine's Day. The day people celebrate all kinds of Love, from Platonic to Romantic.

Yakou Furio

YAKOU isn't the type to be into pretty accessories and trendy stuff, but if he had to choose it would be the Heart hairclip. He thinks the Hairclip is cute although it would look silly on him.

Yuma Kokohead

Kinda like Yakou, YUMA isn't the type to be into trendy accessories and fashion, But if you want to match with him, he'd be more than happy to! It's just harmless fun anyway. Personally think he would wear three Heart Hairclips on his head because he thinks its cute. I mean, look at them go WEEEEEE-

Desuhiko Thunderbolt

DESUHIKO's a man of Fashion, He'd wear both Heart AND Chick Hairclips! He thinks its cute and trendy, but he also thinks it would make you fall head over heels for him.

Fubuki Clockford

FUBUKI doesn't have much knowledge of the outside world due to being holed up in the mansion for years, but upon seeing those Chick Hairclips at the local Valentine's Day-themed stands in Kamasaki District, She just knew she had to buy them!

Halara Nightmare

HALARA doesn't like the cute Hairclips everyone's been gushing about recently. It's not because they hate them or anything, it's just that wearing them feels unprofessional. It would take a lot of pestering and begging just to get them to wear the Heart Hairclip.

Vivia Twilight

VIVIA doesn't really keep up with the latest trends and events going on, but he would be delighted if you wanted to match accessories with him. I think Vivia would wear both the Chick and Heart Hairclips. It's not hard to choose, but He would prefer if you picked one for him instead.

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santoschristos · 2 months

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All there is – this universe and everything within it – vibrates with life.

For all is projected from Brahman and exists within the ground of Brahman.

And that Brahman has supplied this great jolt like a diamond thunderbolt.

And those who are struck by this knowledge realize one's immortality.

For in awe of Brahman, this inferno burns: Sun shines, rain falls, wind blows, and death runs out the course.

But if one prevails in realizing one is Brahman before the blaze burns out, then one is freed from such fearful embodiment with that self-awareness.

--Katha Upanishad

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feminurge · 11 days

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a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party . / WAIT IGNORE THE FIRST ONE I SENT, DELETE IT, THIS IS IT

in the house of gods, they float away. around them, the weave is near omnipotent. it is electrified, buzzing on the tip of her tongue. light swirling like water around the fake boat, inviting them for a lethal yet divine swim. oh, it was not what she had expected when he had told her that he could show her the weave; it had been an arrogant invitation at first. most certainly made as proof of his ability to channel it on a whim. still, she had come back, later that day (victoria had told her to play nice, and so she was) abrupt demand without a question mark to soften the blow. perhaps it was pride that had forced him into accepting the terms of that exchange, or perhaps victoria had asked him to play nice as well. whatever it was, it had led them here. bickering on a boat, floating in the cosmos.

the bickering was at least familiar. a day didn't pass without them throwing insults at one another, as wizards and sorcerers were bound to do. it had started the day istar had joined their merry little team, and hadn't stopped since then. there were moments of peace, of course: she never stayed in the camp itself, preferring to sleep in trees away from prying eyes. it felt safer that way, not to relish in the easy habits of community life. she knew she meant nothing to any of them, except for victoria… and that, too, was its own can of worms. wyll and karlach knew better than to extend any ounce of trust towards her. shadowheart was far too busy with her godly drama to care and lae'zel wouldn't be caught dead trusting a random newcomer. as for astarion, his red eyes followed her around long enough that she knew herself to be nothing more than a possible snack. getting comfortable was well out of the question. so, moments of peace, yes, when she remained at a safe distance.

still, she remained with them. she let herself be sent on small quests to get pieces of information from the darkest corners of baldur's gate, especially ones where people like the merry troupe wouldn't be able to navigate. they all had that clean hero-type face. grim and dirt weren't enough to make them appear as strays. only the vampire spawn fitted that description, and it seemed the price on his head made him too much of a liability. istar, on the other hand, looked perfectly at home with dishevelled hair and a bright, toothy smile that would have gotten her thrown out of any respected ball. she knew how to talk to the poor folk, knew how to swindle the drunk and to charm the gambling. she had an air of confidence that could carry her through any situation, and though her petite silhouette seemed rather frail, she had more than proven her worth in a fight. if a thunderbolt wasn't enough to knock out her opponent, she'd do it with a fist.

anyway. the boat. the weave. the smug-looking wizard.

it all comes back to her when the swirl of water quickens, forming waves upon waves. she knows what that means, even though istar is not completely aware of the origin of such knowledge. (a god shall come and thou shalt not be afraid) no need to be a genius to guess who could want to have a talk: the crown looms in the near distance, an object that they are planning to take. that mystra wants it delivered to her doorstep is irrelevant, and gale said as much-- istar overheard his conversation with victoria on that specific subject.

still, she can see the worry in the eyes of the wizard; does the worshipper find it uncomfortable to have no space for kneeling? does he despair not to find words to welcome his deity? she is coming, the weave trembles with it. good thing istar isn't made of weave. gale, on the other hand… she looks at him, but his glassy eyes are enough to tell that they have two decisions: either to panic or to act. and the sorceress is not the panicking kind. in the house of gods, mystra has all the power. moreso even than on their plane. angering her would be idiotic. and yet...

fingers find the lapels of his robe, and they tug. the wizard isn't small, but he is malleable, and with just enough force he stumbles down to meet her. he didn't expect it, that at least she knows, but it matters not. "trust me", she murmurs before impact, and she finds it interesting that she means it. he is victoria's, after all. sharing the same master they must share the same collar. the familiarity of it is tasted with an open mouth. a kiss that is all spit and teeth. whatever power is lodged in his chest it thrums under her hand when she presses it against his heart. she bites his lip when she feels him moving away, a warning, and she doesn't know if it is the shock of it or simply that she holds him too tight, but he goes willingly when she straddles him to get better access. the longer she kisses him the more the boat rattles with the waves of light.

for barely more than a passing thought, she wonders if she made a stupid choice. if mystra is in fact the type to fight for what she lost, rather than sulk about it from a distance. still, she holds him where she wants him and kisses him within an inch of his life, marking him for all to see. if they are bound to die drowning in an ocean of weave, lost to mystra's storm, she would rather remind the deity that she had to kill her dysfunctioning toy, unable to bring him back to her.

he is victoria's. and for now, for a moment, he is istar's. mystra can go fuck herself.

(a god shall come and thou shalt not be afraid)

perhaps the goddess gets the message loud and clear from all the noises they make. terribly mortal of them to be panting into each other's mouths. after a rather violent wave, it all stops. silence, defeaning, settles over them. istar lowers her face to his neck, her loud breathing echoing in the vast space of nothing that surrounds them. after a moment, just long enough to get some oxygen back in her lungs, she presses her teeth to the thin skin of his throat. the lovely red shade blooms with a little suction of her lips, and the wizard must be too out of it to stop her. good. she presses the flat of her tongue against the mark she left, soon followed by a sigh that could be mistaken for longing had anyone actually heard it (save for the wizard, yes. but what could he possibly say that anyone else would trust, hm?)

perhaps the polite course of action would be to leave his lap, but she is feeling a tad too comfortable and kiss-hazed to do so. he'll throw her out soon enough anyway. "mmh, went better than i expected." a chuckle, too light to be rehearsed, the cloud of looming death making way for the sun-lit realization that they survived another brush with danger, "glad you were mystra's boytoy and not shar's, or we would have been in big trouble."

@victo1re, @netherill

#netherill #istar of eryri.#writings.#tagging jadzia as well since victoria is mentionned like 20 times #i feel very normal abt it thank u

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