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nonuggetshere · 3 months

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(ID start: A species reference sheet for a fan interpretation of a wyrm from Hollow Knight. The animal in the picture is long and snake-like with sharp layered scales in the rows of three, vaguely resembling a pinecone in appearance. It has a cone-shapes muzzle that tappers in the end split into 6 sections, between each section there's an eye further up the head, 6 eyes total. It has two tiny front arms further down its body and multiple sets of hind legs resembling these of a centipede running from lower part of its body all the way to the tip of its tail. It's brown with its belly being a lighter shade, with light green eyes, pinkish eyelids and lips, and cream claws. On the top left corner of the picture there's text that reads: "Common Wyrm. Climate: Highly adaptable, but does best in arid and temperate climates. Diet: Carnivore." On the right side of the wyrm's head there's a close-up of the eye, showing its slightly milky colour and a white pupil, next to it the text reads: "Functionally blind, can only see light and vague shapes". In the middle top section of the picture there's a diagram showing the wyrm's mouth in more detail. On the left, a picture shows its mouth closed and where the hard armouring of its body ends and soft flesh of its lips and eyelids begins. On the right, a picture of its mouth open shows the different parts of its jaws, the front jaws split into 6 ections with large front facing teeth used for digging and fighting and its lips drawn back to reveal them, inside the larger jaw is a smaller set of mandibles split into 4 sections used for eating. In the top right corner is a black silhouette of the wyrm, The Hollow Knight and The Knight, the text reads: "Size comparison to the Pure Vessel and The Knight". The Hollow Knight/Pure Vessel reaches the wyrm's lower chest, while The Knight is roughly the size of the wyrm's forearm. On the right side of the picture there are close ups of the wyrm's front and hind limbs. The one labelled "Front paws" shows its stubby, segmented paw with 5 fingers and long, sharp claws. The one labelled "Hind legs" shows a one-clawed segmented leg resembling that of a centipede. Right below the wyrm, in the middle bottom part of the picture, there's text that reads: "Many hind legs, good for holding (prey, courting and brood rearing)". End ID.)

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Pinecone looking ass

I originally wanted to just make every sub-species of wyrm I came up with and post them all at once but then I started drawing the different morphs and realises I couldn't do that LMAO

Also my toxic trait is forgetting to post my art here if I don't so it immediately after finishing it💜

More info + different morphs under the cut

(ID: A picture depicting 4 wyrms, text on the top of the picture reads: "Common Wyrm morphs". Text in the middle reads: "(more saturated colours and very dark/light colours are rare)". The first wyrm, labelled "Solid", is a solid sandy colour with subtle darker gradient on the head, tail and back, green eyes, light pink lips and eyelids, and cream claws. The second wyrm, labelled "Two-tone", is a dusty brown colour with a lighter brown underbelly, a more visible dark gradient on its head, back and tail, amber eyes, dark pink lips and eyelids, and dark grey claws. The third wyrm, labelled "Point", is a pink colour that slowly turns into dark brown further up its head and down its tail, with yellow eyes, warm pink lips and eyelids the same colour as its main body, and brown-ish grey claws. The forth wyrm, labelled "Horizontal stripes", is a dusty, dark brown colour with a dark brown stripe running down its side, black thin stripes run down its body, one along its back and two on either side of the large brown stripe, it has green eyes, dark pink flesh and grey claws. End ID.)

(ID: A picture depicting 4 wyrms, text on the top of the picture reads: "Common Wyrm morphs". Text in the middle reads: "(more saturated colours and very dark/light colours are rare)". The first wyrm, labelled "White back", is a vibrant orange colour that turns lighter on its head, a black stripe running on the side of its body and a creamy white back, with dark pink flesh, light grey eyes and light greyish cream claws. The second wyrm, labelled "Stripped point", is a vibrant yellow colour that turns brownish gold on its head and tail, stripped front paws and a stripped head, a brown stripe that runs down its side and gets lighter further down its body, cutting off at its front paws and beginning again from their hind legs and running all the way down the rest of its body, getting darker again at the tip of its tail, it has hazel eyes, redish flesh and dark grey claws. The third wyrm, labelled "Two-toned point-stripe", has a greenish-grey body that gets darker and more red at the head and tail, and the same pattern as the last wyrm but with a cream underbelly, it has green eyes, light pink flesh and dark grey claws. The fourth wyrm, labelled "Vertical stripes", is a light sandy wyrm whose colour gets more vibrant and orange further up its head with a thin orange stripe running down its back, one short black stripe on the side of its head, one black stripe on the top of its head and wide black horizontal stripes running all down its body that get lighter and more orange-brown the further down they go, eventually blending into the same colour as the stripe on its back, with its front two paws completely black, light green eyes, dark pink flesh and black claws. End ID.)

(ID: A picture depicting 4 wyrms, text on the top of the picture reads: "Common Wyrm morphs". Text in the middle reads: "(more saturated colours and very dark/light colours are rare)". The first wyrm, labelled "Three-tone", is a greyish brown colour, with a grey underbelly and a dark brown wide stripe running down its back, orangeish red flesh, light grey eyes and cream claws. The second wyrm, labelled "Rosette", is a green-ish brown colour with an orange muzzle and tail, the top of its head is dark and turns into a blurry stripe running down its back, there are 8 large dark blotches running down its back starting from just behind its head with each one having a lighter yellow colour inside it that turns more orange the further down the body the blotches are, it has yellow stripes around its greenish yellow eyes, warm reddish pink flesh and dark grey claws. The third wyrm, labelled "Dorsal stripe", is a light pink colour that gets slightly darker on the back with a dusty pink thin stripe running down its back, redish light pink flesh, dark grey eyes and black claws. The fourth wyrm, labelled "Masked", is a dark dusty yellow colour with darker muzzle and tail, and brown stripes on its head and over its eyes, with the stripes on the top eyes link together with a stripe on its head and neck forming a sort of mask marking, many thin vertical stripes run down its body swapping between dark and lighter brown colours, it has dark green/light green heterochromia, dark pink flesh and black claws. End ID.)

(ID: A picture depicting 4 wyrms, text on the top of the picture reads: "Common Wyrm morphs". Text in the middle reads: "(more saturated colours and very dark/light colours are rare)". The first wyrm, labelled "Leucistic", is a white colour with darker cream head, back and tail, pink flesh, dark brown eyes and dark grey claws. The second wyrm, labelled "Albino", is completely white with light pink flesh, light blue eyes and white claws. The third wyrm, labelled "Melanistic", is black with blue and red undertones, dark reddish pink flesh, dark brown eyes and black claws. The fourth wyrm, labelled "Piebald", is majority white with five blotches of colour on its body, one on the head, one on the tip of its tail and three down its back, the blotches are the same pattern and colour as "Horizontal stripes" morph but lighter, with yellow/blue heterochromia with the blue eye over the white blotch on the lower part of its head, dusty pink flesh and white and dusty dark cream claws. End ID.)

So here they are!

They're mostly Earthy and pink tones, with their eye colours ranging from green to orange with different saturation and hue - including grey and almost white and black eyes. Blue are mostly only possible when there's white over them or some sort of loss of pigment like in albinism. I mostly took inspo from earthworms and hammerhead worms for their markings and colours.

The most common, or at least most recognisable, species of wyrm in my AU. Second largest and highly adptable, these guys dig extensive tunnels spanning kilometres across and deep underground. They're essential to the ecosystem as their old tunnels provide safety for smaller organisms in the harsh wastelands.

They've got 6 eyes, each one between their six front mandibles. When they open them their eyes automatically close, though it isn't a problem as their vision is already poor.

Although they're capable of eating plants they're almost exclusively carnivores, specialising in hunting other colossal prey - including other wyrms. They hunt and fight by holding their prey down using their hind and front limbs and biting them with their powerful jaws.

They're known to be territorial and violent, the kingdoms made by wyrms having a reputation for being very war-focused.

They have litters of 1 to 13 young and are known for being very protective and highly attentive parents, rearing their young until they're old enough to survive on their own.

There was once a time where wyrms and their kingdoms were plenty, but with their rapidly dwindling numbers they're now a rare sight to behold - and wyrm-led kingdoms an even rarer one. Although mostly a solitary species the fear of extinction brought some of them together, and now it's not that unheard of for wyrms to stay in small family groups, with some of them choosing to shed their former bodies to live in larger groups together. These wyrm villages make it easier to find a mate and to find enough food, though because of their inherent territorial nature they're still not that common despite their benefits.

#hollow knight #hollow knight fanart #hollow knight art #wyrm #hk art #hk fanart #hk #hk wyrm #spec bio #spooky arts #faaf au #the base is set as pay what you want but you dont need to pay shit btw #i just set all my bases as that in case anybody wants to leave a tip but its not required #my art

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entheognosis · 7 months

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The pineal gland has always been one of the most mysterious and elusive organs in the human body. Located deep in the center of the brain, it is shaped like a tiny pinecone and is only about the size of a grain of rice. Despite its small size, the pineal gland has played a big role in human history, and has been referenced by many ancient civilizations.

In ancient Egypt, the pineal gland was known as the "eye of Horus" and was regarded as the gateway to higher consciousness. The Egyptians believed that the pineal gland produced a mystical substance called 'the white oil of gold', which was said to have healing powers and could even grant immortality. They believed that by awakening the pineal gland, one could achieve a state of enlightenment and connect with the divine.

In ancient Greece, the pineal gland was referred to as the "third eye" and was said to be the seat of the soul. The philosopher René Descartes also believed in the importance of the pineal gland, and referred to it as the "principal seat of the soul".

Throughout history, the pineal gland has also been associated with various mystical and supernatural abilities, such as clairvoyance, telepathy, and precognition. Many cultures believed that by activating the pineal gland, one could access higher realms of consciousness and tap into hidden knowledge and abilities.

Today, modern science has shed some light on the workings of the pineal gland, and we know that it plays a crucial role in regulating our sleep-wake cycles and our overall health and wellbeing. We also know that the pineal gland produces a hormone called melatonin, which helps us fall asleep and stay asleep.

Despite this newfound understanding, the pineal gland remains a source of fascination and mystery, and its significance in human history cannot be denied. From ancient times to the present day, the pineal gland has been revered and celebrated as a gateway to higher consciousness and a source of divine wisdom and power.

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nautiscarader · 2 months

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Let's spend midnight up on the roof (Wendip,G/T)

Let's spend midnight up on the roof (Wendip,G/T) (Ao3)

Dipper Pines could not believe his sister could fall asleep so easily. Then again, after a week in Gravity Falls, where nearly each day was spent either chasing some mythical creatures or beings or being chased by them, they both deserved rest.

But the journal… a curiosity that trumped gnomes or gobblewonker prevented Dipper from falling asleep. He carefully turned each page, reading what once would have been pure fantasy for him, but now was an exciting - and potentially deadly - possibility.

KNOCK, KNOCK!

Dipper let out a girly shriek and jumped in place when he heard someone knocking on the glass of the triangular window. He was even more surprised by the identity of the intruder.

"Wendy?!", Dipper asked, staring at the red-head, waving at him to let her in.

"'Sup, dude", she asked nonchalantly, "Wanna go up on the roof?"

It took the flabbergasted Dipper a moment to even form a response, and another one to verbalise it.

"Th-the roof?"

"Yeah, like we did earlier. Come on, I have a ladder here."

And with that, she took a step up the rope ladder she was on, giving Dipper a room. He hesitated for a bit, but once she also gave him a hand, he got onto the sill and then followed her up.

One step at a time, Dipper climbed up until he arrived at the same secluded part of the roof from which they were throwing pinecones earlier that day.

"Okay, but why would you go here so late-"

Dipper's voice broke as soon as he looked up, with the answer to his question thrown in his face.

For when his eyes adapted to the darkness, he was met with not just starry sky, but an explosion of lights, spanning his entire field of view. And smack in the middle of it, streaking across the sky like a river full of diamonds was something he only saw pictures of - the Milky Way.

And before he knew it, he was sitting next to Wendy, as his knees gave up, his mouth still open as he tried to absorb as much of the cosmic beauty as possible, finding it difficult to breathe.

"First time seeing something like that, city boy?"

"Yeah… I mean, we've been to a planetarium once, but this… This is so much better."

Dipper moved his head from one side to the other, making Wendy curious.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh, trying to find some constellations I know. I mean there is Little Dipper.", he pointed to the group of stars looking like his birthmark.

"Yeah", Wendy said, "I never bothered with them. I just like coming up with my own shapes. And names. Like, there is a star named Beetlejuice, right?"

"No, it's Betelgeuse."

"Beetlejuice"

"Be-tel-geuse", Dipper repeated slowly.

"Bee-tle-juice."

"HEY, GUYS!"

Both Dipper and Wendy jumped in place when they heard a third voice.

"Mabel! What are you doing here?"

"Me?", she countered, "What are YOU doing up so la-"

Mabel stopped as the sudden realisation hit her, her eyes shifting from one to the other.

"Oh, I see…", she spoke with mischievous tone, "Not gonna interrupt you two".

And with a sly smile still lingering on her face, she climbed down the ladder.

"What was that supposed to mean?"

"Beats me.", Wendy shrugged,"So, you wanna do some renaming?"

Dipper hesitated for a moment.

"Uh, sure. Are-are there any rules, or…"

Wendy snickered.

"Man, you do like to overthink stuff. I'll go first… This is Blerblonia, the brightest star in the constellation of Stinking Cheese".

"Where?"

"There." Wendy took his hand traced a wedge-like shape between three stars. "Now you name the other two."

"Okay", Dipper took a moment to come up with something creative. "This one's gonna be Pineconis, and this one Alpha Soda."

"Nice. Now find some cool shape."

"Okay… there! If you connect these five you get…a Lawnmower!"

"How?", Wendy asked, unable to follow his logic.

"How should I know? There is a constellation called 'Hunting Dogs', and all it is are literally two stars. TWO! You know what you can draw with these? A stick. Or maybe a bone."

Wendy laughed.

"Okay, I think I see your lawnmower… So I will name these a Stretched Ferret", she pointed to a few stars lining up. "And the brightest one will be called…Tim"

"Okay, I can see i-Wait, you have used one of my stars!", he protested.

"So what? It's like that crossword-making game, now I can snatch your points."

She shot him with a wicked grin.

"Oh, it is on!", Dipper corrected his position, took a sip from a can and pointed his hand up. "Say goodbye to your Cheese constellation, I'm making a whole Charcuterie Board with Beta Brie-onis and Gamma-Gouda! Here, and here, and here…"

And with that, they spent the next hour or so making up silly names, until even their desire for unrestricted silliness had to move aside when tiredness stepped in. And when Dipper Pines hit the bed, it only took him a few seconds to fall asleep, letting even the precious journal be forgotten for now…

xxxx

Dipper Pines let out a deep sigh, staring at the vast Milky Way spanning the night's sky. In the ten years since he first saw it, on the same roof he was now lying on, it hasn't lost anything of its beauty…

"I thought I'd find you here". Dipper flinched when he heard a familiar voice and saw a familiar face in the hatch. "May I join ya?"

"S-Sure", Dipper replied, still feeling the same fluster towards Wendy as when he was twelve. "I mean, it is your secret spot"

"Heh, not so secret. Pretty much everyone has been here. I should be charging money for it…"

An awkward silence fell between the two. The same silence that started earlier that day when the Pines have returned once more to Gravity Falls, and Wendy realised how much one person can change in a span of a year.

"So…", Dipper spoke again, "Do-do you want to rename some stars?"

"Dude", Wendy shot him with a judgemental stare, "Are you for real?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right, that is a bit childish, and-"

Wendy burst into laughter.

"Dipper, I'm messing with you", she punched him in the arm, "At least that hasn't changed about you."

She moved closer to her friend, and before he could verbalise any of his worries, Wendy pulled out her phone.

"Actually, I found this cool song that fits what we were doing. Wanna listen?"

Dipper nodded. Wendy took a moment to find it and hit 'play'.

Let's spend midnight up on the roof letting stars stare us in th'face no one is gonna care that we are rediscovering their names.

"Wow, that is pretty spot on", Dipper commented, his eyes meeting Wendy's, her loving gaze being the only response.

When I reach my hand to you How can I disagree with fate? I make my decision: happiness or hate.

Dipper felt her fingers intertwine with his, his heart's beat mixing with the one from the song.

It's not so hard to see, I've got the whole world within my reach especially with you lying next to me.

With Wendy's face just inches away from his, he closed his eyes, still seeing the myriad of stars, including the two brightest ones of emerald shade…

Let's spend midnight up on the roof watching stars with naked eyes, and let everyone see naked us under naked sky.

At the same time, the two young adults jumped back, their eyes open wide and faces covered in various shades of red.

"Woah, woah, this is a lil' heavy."

"Y-yeah, I agree.", Wendy quickly turned the music off, "We're not there yet."

Another long silent pause fell between the two as they both tried to comprehend what Wendy has just blurted out.

"…yet?"

Wendy sighed and without much deliberation jumped the chestnut-haired boy, cutting him off from the starry sky he was staring at.

He wasn't complaining, though.

Okay, so this a first songfic I have ever written.... kinda. There is a Polish song called "The roof", and I heard it on the radio, lying in hospital, I thought "oh, this IS a Wendip song!". So I spent some time not just translating, but also trying to match the rhythm and rhymes - not the whole song, just the chorus and a verse, and I allowed myself to move a line ore two.But I think I haven't failed that much.Lemme know if you want full literal translation to see how I've done my job.

Happy Valentine's day!

#nautiscaraderfics #wendip #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #gravity falls

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madamlaydebug · 11 months

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The pinecone is universally revered as one of the purest naturally occurring forms of Sacred Geometry, its pattern being the flower's evolutionary precursor, having its spirals in a perfect Fibonacci Sequence, much like the geometry of a rose or a sunflower.

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This ubiquitous formation in nature is a common type of phyllotaxis pattern, from the ancient Greek phýllon "leaf" and taxis "arrangement", which refers to the set of principles that govern the arrangement of leaves along the stem of plants. But not only in the plant world, these same principles govern the configuration of cycles of harmonic vibrations at all scales of nature, including in our DNA and in the orbits of the planets.

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The pinecone symbol is one of the most mysterious emblems found in ancient and modern art and architecture.

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Few scholars realize this, but in different cultures the pinecone alludes to the highest degree of spiritual illumination, similar to the Lotus and Flower of Life symbolism.

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The Pinecone symbol can be found in the ruins of Egyptians, Indonesians, Babylonians, Persians, Greeks, Romans, Buddhists and Christians. It also appears in the designs of esoteric traditions such as Freemasonry, Theosophy, Gnosticism and esoteric Christianity.

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The pinecone symbolizes the science of light and its relationship with the mind and body through our pineal gland or "Third Eye", which represents the unified awareness that directs the evolutionary energy flow. The shape of the gland has a phyllotaxis pattern similar to that of the pinecone, hence its name Pineal Gland has its origin in the word "Pinecone".

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sterlingarcher23 · 1 year

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- Elumax -

Something that Season 4 manifested in the finale is Elumax - while even originally written as an Elmax only scene, that was changed and El and Lucas crying over Max and the reviving was then Elumax.

Basically, the original idea wanted to separate them to show who is the intended lover for Max in which realm. However, they kept the concept anyway:

El fights and saves Max in the nick of time in the mind.

Lucas does the same in the real world (otherwise Max would have a spinal injury if he wouldn't have caught her)

El is the dreamcatcher, protecting Max from the monsters within "If you touch her again, I kill you again."

Lucas is the protector in the real world "Don't touch her!"

Both are overpowered at first but found their strength to fight for Max.

Both have their own ways of love:

This is why Max can't feel or see anything - Henry stole love from her. He took away these abilities as Brenner explained - it just looks like an injury. Both abilities are important for the characters, symbolizing the way they mainly give and receive love (the final talk between Lucas and Max was by passing notes!) - so bestowing these abilities to Max is of great importance from a narrative perspective alone. ST has a countermeasure in the drawer to what happened and that's El (Please read my post about El & Henry build as foils) , one needs to read a bit between the lines but it is also right in front of us: forget traditional thinking.

(Side note: No one is confused about a psychic guy killing kids in their minds but as soon as it goes the other way, the reaction is "Nah, you can't do that magically." but they are okay with El reviving Max via mind over thousands of miles away. Makes sense. - They can and planed that long time ago.)

It's symbolism, the show is full of symbols and therefore getting these abilities symbolizes Max opening up to love, understanding and accepting who she is.

Of course it will come with a price tag. Because:

That price is someone elses life: El's (and maybe has already given a part of her life when she resurrected Max) - and Max will have a weak left leg, likely wearing a leg brace like her namesake Mad Max. (Foreshadowed in S3 in the shopping scene and in Will's painting). Her own ability of vision is gone but she'll have a substitute and likely will cover this condition with sunglasses as it will change her eye color like Will's changed. Possession is signaled by change in eye color. Max will however, unlike Will, be possessed by a benevolent force. But I digress...

Furthermore there was an interesting symbol smuggled in by the pinecone that Lucas holds while talking to Max.

It is one of the many "Neverending Story" references that are mostly about El & Max (the whole song is).

"In your hand the birth of a new day." = rebirth of Max, not just revival because El holds her hand later.

The pinecone is symbol for resurrection, eternal life and regeneration, enlightenment, the third eye and creativity. The latter is important in the mindscape and demonstrated by the fact that Max just altered her surroundings. Who can do that? She just knows, that she can. (and is able to walk across the borders between minds when a link is established when she entered the mind lair)

El herself is wearing a shirt with flowers on it throughout the finale.

The whole fighting for Max, the symbolism through the pinecone Lucas is holding and El's flower shirt, even the song makes it fundamentally clear where things are heading:

Max been reborn and Elumax as the Endgame.

Because:

"Someday love will find you. True love won't desert you. You know I still love you. Though we touched and went our separate ways."

And of course:

PS: Max is no damsel in distress or better won't stay that way. Once she's back, it's her turn to fight (with El's help) and we saw glimpses of that when she freed herself the first time and injured Henry. That was a teaser of what her role in 5 will be.

#elmax #elmax nation #elmax supremacy #elmax my beloved #max mayfield #elumax #el hopper #stranger things #lumax #lucas sinclair

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piscesseer · 7 months

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Harvest Blessings: Mabon 🍎🌾

On September 22, the harvest festival of Mabon is celebrated. As the leaves begin to change color and a cool breeze sweeps the air, we find ourselves on the cusp of Autumn, a season of transition and transformation.

Mabon occurs on the Autumn Equinox, marking the beginning to fall here in the North where the days will eventually shorten. Mabon presents as an opportunity to reflect and embrace the coming darkness as a necessary part of the annual cycle. Mabon, also known as the Second Harvest or Witch’s Thanksgiving, is a time to be thankful for the bountiful harvest and to prepare for the dark months ahead.

On this day, the night and day are equal. This balance of light and dark is symbolic of the harmony and equilibrium that is found in nature. We are reminded that life is a constant cycle of change, and just as the seasons shift, so do our own lives. Mabon encourages us to reflect on the balance within ourselves and in our daily routines.

Symbols: basket, cornucopia, pinecone, seeds Colors: orange, red, yellow, brown, copper, dark yellow, dark green Foods: corn, beans, squash, apples, pumpkins, root vegetables, eggplant, pomegranate, grapes, wine, cider Herbs & Plants: yarrow, rosemary, sage, mugwort, rosehips, sunflowers, thistle, marigold Stones: amber, citrine, cat’s eye, aventurine, sapphire, jasper Deities: Mabon, Green Man, Demeter, Persephone, Morgan, Pomona, Inanna Animals: owl, stag, blackbird, crow, salmon

One of the central themes of Mabon is gratitude for a bountiful harvest. Today, even if we aren't directly involved in farming, we can still embrace the spirit of Mabon by giving thanks for the abundance in our lives and giving due gratitude for the things we do have in our lives that have served us well.

Named after the ancient Welsh hero named ‘Mabon ap Modron’, meaning Son of Mother, Mabon is the second harvest festival (Lughnasadh being the first, and Samhain being the third). Mabon was said to be held hostage as a baby in the underworld, similar to the story of Persephone and Demeter. The Greek goddess Demeter is closely associated with the Autumn harvest, as it was her grief at losing her daughter, Persephone, that turned the earth from lush to barren cold.

A celebration of not only the bountiful harvest that nature provides, but also the bounty and rewards of all that we have sown and also reaped over the past year. This is not just a time of harvest, but also a time to prepare the way so that new seeds will be able to grow in the future. The Equinox is a natural time in which to sow peace and gratitude. Any and all positive energy sent out at this time will help to ameliorate any discordant energy, both in our personal lives, as well as the world at large.

It is through gratitude that we can attune ourselves to the natural ebb and flow of this seasonal shift. And one way to do this is to create some sort of gratitude list. Begin with the things that we take for granted: clean air to breathe, water to drink, a safe place to sleep. Then move on to those things that you are particularly grateful for. Pay special attention to those people and things in your life that matter to you the most.

Here are some ways to celebrate Mabon:

The easiest and most fun way to celebrate Mabon is to decorate your home, porch, entryway or altar for Autumn. You might set up your altar with symbols of the season, such as acorns, pinecones or cornucopias and candles with autumn colors, like red, orange and brown, can add a warm, cozy ambience to your space. Bring in fresh and dried flowers, if you’re lucky enough to be able to cut your own, even better. Find acorns and pinecones from outside. If you don’t have access to your own, visit a farmer’s market or take a short stroll to the woods.

Go on a nature walk and appreciate the beauty of the changing seasons. Autumn is a time of stunning natural beauty with vibrant hues of red, orange and yellow. Take a leisurely walk to observe any signs that the season is changing. Nature has a way of grounding us and encouraging introspection.

Celebrating Mabon often means indulging in delicious feasts made from the season’s bounty. Incorporate seasonal foods into your meals. Apples, pumpkin, squash, and corn are all traditional Mabon foods. Try crafting apple pie, roasted pumpkin or heat up soups. Spend time with loved ones and enjoy a feast of seasonal foods. Sharing dishes with loved ones can deepen our connection to the season and its blessings.

During your walk or time outside, reflect on the past year. What goals have you achieved and what lessons have you learned? What do you want to release as you move into the darker, introspective months of the year? Consider writing these thoughts down. Write down what no longer serves you on a piece of paper and burn it to symbolize releasing those things.

Cleanse your house and release the negative and stagnant energies.

Light a candle and reflect on your blessings. Consider creating a gratitude journal where you can jot down the things you are thankful for. Create a gratitude list and share it with others. Acknowledging blessings can help connect with the essence of Mabon.

Mabon is a time to celebrate the beauty of the coming autumn season and the abundant harvest it brings. It is a time to let go of the old and embrace the new. It is a time to be grateful for all that we have and to look forward to all that is to come. Whether you choose to celebrate simply or do something bigger, the key is to embrace the essence of the season and the lessons it offers. As you celebrate, may you find harmony and contentment in the changing rhythms of life.

#mabon #wheel of the year #celebrations #holidays #festivals

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ladysternchen · 7 months

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Yet Were Its Making Good, For This-Awed

Mablung paused in the act of collecting pinecones for playing and raised his head, listening. Had that been his mother calling him? He hastily climbed down the tree he had been sitting in, trying his best to wipe the sticky resin off his hands, and made his way back to the shores of the great lake. As he drew closer, he could tell that a vast number of people was already gathered there, and more were approaching, like he was, out of the woods or from further down the shoreline. Amidst the crowd stood Oromë, towering over the Quendi, yet looking as excited as a young boy. Despite the serene expression on the Vala’s face, Mablung felt rather cowed by him, and when he spotted his mother at last amid the crowd and hurried to her side, he pressed his face into the rough fabric of her gown. She stroked his head reassuringly and took him by the hand, leading him closer to where Oromë stood. Clutching her fingers tightly, he allowed his gaze to wander over the assembled crowd, and marvelled- never before had he seen so many Quendi in one place, or at least he could not recall it. They all looked towards the lake, where Lord Oromë stood central by the water’s edge. By the Vala’s side was a golden haired elf that Mablung had seen only a few times, and of whom he knew nothing apart from his name being Ingwë, and that he was a prince of the Minyar. Ingwë smiled a little, a smile that showed both his excitement and his confidence, even as he comforted the young child in his wife’s arms.

Mablung did not understand much of what was being discussed, only enough to grasp that Oromë wished them all to leave (which was no news, of course), and that, given that the Quendi were hesitant, he intended to take three ambassadors with him to the Blessed Realm, so that they could see with their own eyes that Oromë’s tales were true. Ingwë , it appeared, had at once volunteered, despite having a small family of his own to look after, and as Mablung now watched, Finwë rose from where he had sat on a boulder with his betrothed, to stand beside Ingwë, thus volunteering himself for that journey. Mablung rolled his eyes a little. He dearly loved Finwë for all the adventures they shared, and for his kind heart, but he was as indecisive as a leaf caught in the wind. Not so long ago, Finwë had been convinced that the Vala told naught but lies, and now he was prepared to follow him into the unknown. Oromë nodded appreciatively.

“It fits well.” he said. “The last in direct line of the house of Imin- or at least the last that can make such a journey, the last in direct line of the house of Tata…”

Mablung, with a feeling that bordered on foreboding, glanced quickly to where Elwë sat with his brothers. Surly Oromë would not think of taking Elwë with him, who had so recently lost his parents and now was responsible for raising his youngest brother?

It appeared, however, that the Vala was thinking along precisely those terms, for he looked at Elwë too, saying gently: “Rightly, as the last in line of the house of Enel, it falls upon you to take the place as the third ambassador, Elwë. Are you willing to accompany me to Aman, representing your house and the tribe of the Nelyar?”

All around Mablung, a murmur went through the crowd, and they all watched silently as the young prince stood, proud, but also very obviously trembling with fear.

“I am!”

A kind smile lit the Vala’s face, but even as Elwë bowed, little Elmo jumped to his feet as well, wrapping his arms around his brother’s legs, nails digging into his tunic.

“Don’t go!”

Elwë gently stroked his little brother’s silvery head, looking down at him with a sad smile on his face.

“I’ll be back! And then I’ll tell you all the stories of…”

“Don’t go!” Elmo repeated, sobbing now. “I don’t want to hear any stories, I just want you to be here with us.”

Mablung’s heart clenched with pity, for it needed little imagination to guess how Elmo must feel. Mablung himself was years older than Elmo, but the mere thought of losing his mother and father and then being left also by the sibling that now acted the role of a parent still brought tears to his eyes. Trying his best to chase them away, he pressed himself harder against his mother, feeling her reassuring warmth, comforted by the gentle touch of her hand on his shoulder.

Elwë had meanwhile detached himself from Elmo’s clutches and knelt down so that he could look the crying child in the eyes.

“I promise I will return.” he said quietly, with as much reassurance as he managed to put into those words while his own voice shook with suppressed emotion.

“Take me with you Elwë, don’t leave me, please!” Elmo pleaded desperately.

“I am not leaving you, Elmo. I will return, Lord Oromë will see that we will come to no harm, and everyone here is going to protect you. But I need you to be very brave now, to be brave for me. And to keep an eye on Olwë, or he’ll think he can do whatever he wants while I’m gone!”

This small jest did nothing to cheer Elmo up, and as Elwë rose, Olwë lifted their little brother up from behind, cradling him softly. For a long moment, Elwë and Olwë just looked at each other, saying a wordless farewell, then Olwë lowered his gaze, pressing Elmo yet more tightly to his chest, whose sobs rang in Mablung’s ears.

“What will happen to Elmo now, Ambe?” Mablung asked his mother timidly, snuggling still closer to her.

“He’ll be cared for by his wider family. The Quendi care for their orphans, you know that! It has always been so, and shall ever be!”

Mablung watched as Elwë turned away from his brothers, and as he did so, his face was briefly illuminated by the light of the campfire, and Mablung saw the tears glistening on his cheeks. Still Elwë walked over to Finwë and Ingwë and Oromë, and Mablung felt strangely moved. He thought about all the times he had come running to Elwë like the other children, to ask him to play with them, or to help whenever someone had got themselves hurt under, well, circumstances the adults wouldn’t approve of, as they liked to call it. He also thought of the countless adventures all the children of the Nelyar and the Tatyar undertook together under the guidance of Finwë and Elwë, and about the feeling of love and admiration he always felt for them, he along with so many others. But there was another feeling now that stirred in his chest as he saw Elwë’s tears- the urge to run out to him and comfort him, as no one else seemed ready to do so. Mablung could not understand why all the others would just stand by and watch. After all, Elwë was little more than a child himself, and someone, anyone, should have taken notice of his distress. But nobody moved, nobody spoke, they all just watched as Elwë straightened his shoulders, now standing proudly beside Finwë. Mablung felt awed by the sight of the three, and he knew, without knowing how he could know, that they were their lords now, and that they would rise above all their sires. Glad though Mablung was to be still a child untouched by those matters, he nonetheless felt a fierce pride flame in his heart at the thought of one day calling Elwë his lord, and to follow him wherever it was he might lead him.

#silmarillion fanfiction #mablung #elwë singollo #here you go #i promised I'd write it #awed #cuiviénen #ao3 fanfic #yet were its making good for this #chapter 1 #my fic

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there's glitter on the floor (after the party)

ship: Helnik

rated: T

read on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52884196

Part 4 of the Helnik Royalty AU is Christmas fluff, written for Kay (@im-doing-hot-girl-shit ) for the Bastards of the Barrel WInter Exchange. Hope you enjoy, Kay!

there's glitter on the floor (after the party)

Christmas banquets and New Years galas are all the same – the same themes, same music, same kind of classy entertainment – year after year. Matthias has never found them exciting. Even Christmas has long since lost its charm. When expensive clothes and items are an everyday requirement, gift-giving can easily get excessive. He really appreciates his little sister's handmade or thoughtful gifts – Embla has always been artistic – but the family traditions have felt a tad stiff and planned and lackluster. The highlight has always been decorating their own private tree together, and getting a few rare days of downtime between Christmas and New Year's Eve.

Nina throws all his expectations for another boring holiday season out of the window.

The day before the row of banquets start, she shows up with two homemade bingo sheets.

"These are things I think we'll spot people doing," she explains with an excited smile. Matthias stares at the paper, confused. It contains squares like Ambassador Gröndahl itches his nose and someone trips on their skirt and Embla shocks someone with descriptions of her current obsession (horror TV-series) and a parent gives their child the patented disapproving stare and someone gets too drunk and knocks over a glass. "Every time we see something on this list happen, we get to cross it off after the party! And then if we get the whole bingo card we can celebrate!"

"Celebrate with what?" Matthias asks dumbly.

Nina smirks. "Perhaps we'll shop together online for some lingerie."

That gets him on board real fast.

The other bingo card contains ridiculous phrases or words they have to try to squeeze into polite conversation.

"Why, I believe Mrs. Andersen is slaying in that dress tonight," Matthias comments to Nina and Embla while watching the dance floor. Mrs. Andersen is about 80 years old and wearing a black ensemble which might be made out of leather, but Nina keeps a surprisingly straight face at his comment, her eyes glittering. Embla in turn is choking on her champagne, eyes comically wide.

"Yes, it's giving fashion," Nina retorts, a pretty tame phrase on their third bingo card – they are going through them way too fast.

"I can't with the two of you," Embla mutters and flits away to join one of her friends.

"Are you having fun, darling?" Nina asks, and Matthias wraps an arm around his wife.

"Surprisingly, yes," he admits.

They do keep to Matthias' family's tradition to decorate a private Christmas tree. The rules are that they have to chop it down themselves in the forest edging palace grounds, and every year they manage to find an ugly and lopsided one.

It always looks crazy and colorful and beautiful with the ornaments on, though.

Matthias hangs the star but lets Embla dig through the decorations they've made through the years: pinecones painted by clumsy chubby toddler hands, paper snowflakes that he made when he was still mastering the scissors, tacky painted balls and some uneven crocheted angels Embla has contributed. Of course there's tinsel and family ornaments from years past as well, so it's quite a mess.

Nina runs back to her rooms and contributes an ugly glittering plastic avocado-ornament as well as a red ball with a picture of her family printed onto the side. Embla is ecstatic about the ugly ornament and Matthias shakes his head from the sofa while the women debate the best branch to hang it from.

His parents have already given up, enjoying a hot toddy and casually cranking up the volume on Frank Sinatra Christmas songs to drown out Embla's dictator-like commentary on tree decoration.

Matthias feels happy, at that moment. Content. In the years to come he's sure Nina will add more ugly decorations, and perhaps one day assist new chubby hands in making something for the tree.

Nina insists on making Christmas dinner themselves. She somehow gets his mother and father on board. Mother even starts reminiscing about grandpa Krister's Christmas meatballs and digs out all the old family recipes on her side. Matthias' father has always enjoyed cooking, and he cures the salmon for gravad lax and makes the potato casserole.

Matthias religiously follows a recipe for a beetroot salad, and does not mess it up too badly. Nina whips up cranberry mousse and generally cooks like there is no tomorrow. The ham ends up with a lovely mustard glaze and they'll have leftovers for a week. The table looks very different to Christmases before, no carefully plated dishes or subtle flavor combinations. Instead some dishes are a bit burnt, others too salty and some quite perfect. At least their cooks sure enjoy an extra holiday.

Embla's Christmas tarts meant for dessert sort of explode in the oven, but they all agree they taste wonderful.

Matthias gets a kiss at midnight that New Years, and he strokes Nina's cold cheek as fireworks explode above. Privately, he muses that she's been the best thing about this year.

They make new traditions as well. Nina enjoys having dinner with friends on January the first, to start off the New Year right!, she claims.

Matthias loves how well their friend groups mix, Nina's friends and siblings having flown up to meet them. He especially enjoys watching Nina in her element, playing hostess and tossing jokes around. Her brown hair meshes with Inej's black as they lean their heads together, discussing something in animated whispers.

Fedyor sidles up to him at some point, and they contemplate the starry sky outside while nursing their warming beers.

"She's really happy here," Fedyor says quietly at one point. "Just so you know."

Matthias smiles and claps him on the shoulder.

"I'm really happy she's here," he says, and they rejoin the party.

And January the second... Well, the lingerie they ordered arrives, and Matthias tackles Nina into bed and they don't end up leaving their room that day.

#helnik #royalty au #helnik royalty au #nina x matthias #matthias helvar #nina zenik #six of crows #christmas fluff #holiday fic #botb winter exchange 2023

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sheinthatfandom · 1 year

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Prompt: A reluctant trip to the zoo to make their partner happy

Rating: teen

Word count: 4226

Pairing: Dante Martin/Nick Jackson, Eddie Kingston/Nick Jackson

AN: thank you to @sarahcakes613 for letting me play in your Eddie’s brats au

@wrestleprompts

He really needed to get better at telling his brats no. Or at least coming up with a plausible reason to get out of things.

“Oh wow look at the baby giraffe running”

Nicks voice was so soft and awestruck that it brought a reluctant smile to Eddie’s face. His green eyes catching the way Dante and Nick held their pinkies together down underneath the fence to the enclosure.

Okay, maybe the trip to the Zoo wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Nick had been good lately, and the relationship with Dante seemed to really help give the younger Buck the confidence to step out of his more boisterous brother's shadow. It’s positive reinforcement, it’s science. You reward the behavior you want to continue.

“The map says there’s a food court over this way.” Dante pointed them towards the cement path leading away from the giraffes.

Nick saddled up to Eddie who wrapped him in a one armed hug. “Thanks for coming Eddie, I know this probably isn’t your thing?”

“What you kidding me? What Bronx kid hasn’t been to the Bronx Zoo? No way could I let you two come here without me. Take a wrong turn and end up in the botanical garden. You know how fucking boring that place is? Only fun there is at Christmas time when all the schools in the borough send their kids there to decorate a tree with pinecones they painted.” He pressed a quick kiss to Nicks blonde hair. “I’m having a great time.”

He’s not whipped, shut up. And even if he was those bucks and their big ol’ boo boo eyes are just all around unfair. What man can deny them? No one that’s who!

“Oh man, you guys are gonna love this.” Dante ran over in an excited bounce before gripping both their hands and pulling them forward.

He should find out what kinda workout top flight had been doing with Fox cause wow, Eddie had timbs on and Dante was still pulling him with no effort. The smell was his first warning that things were about to not go his way.

“What the fuck?”

“Oh wow that’s so effing cool, can we actually ride them?” Nick was already taking off running before he actually finished speaking.

In the middle of the area was a large flight of stairs and platform with camels walking around a ring. Dante and Nick were already on the platform waving him over.

“Fuck.”

He reached the top just as a handler got to them with a camel and the ticket taker was explaining the rules to the younger men.

“Uh, you guys have fun. I’ll go and wait behind the fence, maybe snap some pics for you.” Eddie offered, with a far too even tone.

“Not necessary sir, the ride comes with free photos. Please step right up.”

Did the camel just glare at him? Can camels glare? Shit, do they bite?

“Nah, my man I’m good.”

“Come on Eddie, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Please Eddie.” And there went the big buck booboo eyes, damn.

The man helped Dante and Nick onto their camels as another trainer came over with a third camel for Eddie. This one wasn’t looking at him angrily, just kinda eyed him then looked away.

“I don’t think so, pretty sure there’s a weight limit or something.”

“There’s no weight limit sir, you’re fine. Step up please.”

Well now what was he gonna do? The owner ain’t worried, the workers ain’t worried, the camel looking at him like he ain’t worried so now it’s just Eddie being a little bitch and ain’t that bout a muthafucka.

With a tired sigh he walked up to the platform and allowed the workers to help him onto the seat. His legs stretched far too wide to be comfortable and damn he had apologizes to make to some of his brats cause his balls and dick were gonna be sore. The camel's knobby knees knocked while they walked around the ring. Eddie’s body flopped around as he tried to not look as ridiculous as he felt.

“Yay Eddie!” Nick and Dante cheered for him on top of the platform as he, the camel and trainer made their way over.

The group hug both men gave him pretty much made up for any annoyance or embarrassment he had.

“Here’s your photos.” A staff member passed over print outs of each one as they rode the large beasts. He didn’t get to see Dante and Nicks because he was on the top and Nick was already pulling out his phone.

“Oh my effing God I gotta send this to the group chat. They’ll never believe this.”

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the things he lets himself get talked into.

#aew #Loren writes #eddie kingston imagine #Eddie’s brats au #nick jackson #dante martin #Eddie Kingston #wrestleprompts #my fic #my writing #zoo date #open relationship #no beta we die like men

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A son of J’Tervazoschin and a daughter of Blodeghuta/Schuzelonta.

Numphoktezrija W’Vheplaktobrinus, born as J’Pluchabtokreszind, is a nature and fertility god who possesses a capricious temperament that reflects the ever-changing state of earth. Due to his exceptional ability to endure hardship without complaining and showing emotion, he’s very resilient and virtuous. He’s able to appropriately discern and judge by using his past experiences and personal knowledge. He can effectively face and deal with negative situations that involve danger and/or fear without succumbing to cowardice. He possesses a strong, contemplative mind and practises abstinence, which prevents himself from indulging in extreme behaviours. Numphoktezrija is fairly patient with others, deeply grounded in his loyalty, and immensely thorough when it comes to decision-making. He extrudes a palpable sense of security that allows people to mostly trust his discreet integrity and moral uprightness. He’s carefully diligent, always seeking to do his godly tasks well and to take obligations seriously. As a nurturer, he usually provides encouragement, support, and protection to those who greatly respect him and his family, and treats nature with utmost care.

He has a trapezoidal ectomorphic body type with slightly broad shoulders, a muscular chest, a partially rounded belly, and six arms, and he’s smaller than his two mothers, nearing 53’ 8” (1635.76 cm). His back is covered by a fleshy pseudo-parasite that has a three-horned bovine skull, a malnourished human torso, lion front legs, horse hindlegs, and a short, segmented, blade-tipped tail. He has a pinecone-like face, mottled wood owl wings in place of his ears, and the four horns of a Jacob sheep. Numphoktezrija’s lower half is made up of 30 southern blue-ringed octopus tentacles and his hair is an eastern blue with streaks of whisper, muddy waters, and spring rain. He often decorates his hair with braids, dewdrops, golden rings, honeysuckles, oxeye daisies, and oriental lilies. On each palm of his six clawed hands, he has glistening fern green eyes with slit pupils that change their size and shape based on brightness and emotion. He possesses viridian green skin with milky white segmental vitiligo and a large yellow-greenish birthmark that spans from his right shoulder blade to his rectus abdominis. He wears a velvety shawl that covers half of his torso and it’s covered in dyed bird feathers of warm green, yellow, red-orange, peachy pink, and light brown. Each arm has two armlets decorated with bloodstone and dalmatian jasper, and he’s donning a neck gaiter made from muscaliet fur. Numphoktezrija has a garnet adder stone necklace, a gilded enamel ouroboros brooch, and seven rings: in the first pair, a peridot signet ring on his right index finger, a septarian statement ring on his left index finger, and a bronze knot ring on his left middle finger; in the second pair, a mahogany obsidian cocktail ring on his right middle finger and a golden dome ring on his left ring finger; in the third pair, a fire opal solitaire ring on his right ring finger; and in the fourth pair, a rose quartz ring on his left index finger.

Similar to his earthly mother, he possesses supernatural strength, durability, stamina, agility, dexterity, and senses. He has the ability to manipulate the beauty of nature, the cycle of life and death, equilibrium, land, agriculture, volcanoes, forests, mountains, gentle and harsh winds, rainstorms, dew, reproduction, childbirth, and virility. He can lull people to sleep by using zephyr and mentally grow, nurture, and rejuvenate plant life. Due to lacking a mouth, Numphoktezrija can telepathically communicate with sentient beings by accessing their thoughts and dreams. He possesses absolute charisma, an indomitable will, and night vision, and he can shoot disease-causing arrows from his eyes and use rain, crop fields, and soil to teleport.

FAMILY:

Valczebjowius Ktumedjoszripa Ubajnozlekith Y’Ziphjaloktebus (grandparent)

Ymabjelphorvius Muleszorvintha Ebhiktosjuzar H’Ustewjoldzrian (half-uncle)

Nerjzluhtopiad Vuktezosphrija Utsakzojebhrin J’Waschebokzurvi (half-uncle)

Jagenozlithus V’Zilsjabkowunther (half-cousin)

Burthaloszige X’Uljaszobektrind (half-cousin)

Braktunghel F’Glophrajzedinus (half-cousin)

Olemaphinus F’Vokhtajebzrindus (half-cousin)

Tarixokhumen Y’Wiscaplonzrute (half-cousin)

Skhuzeloma P’Ktedzubovhrija (half-cousin)

Mingefolszurcha P’Vtadzercholwinbus (half-cousin)

Kelubaprithon T’Virchabejzoldus (half-cousin)

Xushevoriand W’Tilvazhjobrumen (half-cousin)

Mekhzunogila K’Tuljazospherd (half-cousin)

Nehuscoma J’Placheboktringus (half-cousin)

Luskophenda X’Priktalojzendus (half-cousin)

Hipenostruma P’Gektazloschurvi (half-cousin)

Mornelukha K’Phtavrijozlendus (half-cousin)

Lemuszonda P’Vusglaktozerji (half-cousin)

Eysphuxonda B’Ysilazrothunde (half-cousin)

Buthelomiva X’Jelwazhosturvi (half-cousin)

Anerholux K’Trocazlephindus (half-cousin)

Phudebronta W’Zihtakorsplune (half-cousin)

Eynthamobius T’Vulkephjobrisza (half-cousin)

Rhanozemius W’Zeljaktobhrinus (half-cousin)

Pscetrahozux M’Wuktaphojzergin (half-cousin)

Uysceporaith Z’Mulpevosithraj (half-cousin)

Atumebhiko X’Wehtazoscubrim (half-cousin)

Kuladozen V’Goljaktedzirmus (half-cousin)

Izesoluhar W’Xolchaktezrinus (half-cousin)

Izranojeht Ayngulokiste-Brephoklatius D’Sulvherona (half-cousin)

1000+ half-female cousins (?)

1000+ half-male cousins (?)

Zluskemophixa Guwaszhoktedin Oylkebursziah W’Knadzrijophetus (half-aunt)

Unnamed grandmother

Ynchaljezordius K’Golszenthurvija (uncle)

Kaldjehwozrinus M’Zihtepolvudja (mother)

680 cousins (?)

926 great-cousins (?)

Wenathropius Y’Kleghuboszria (half-uncle)

Palemozinus Y’Blaphjektowinus (half-uncle)

Ayselonuth Y’Worvajektzinus (half-aunt)

Himanotrude Etluszoripha (aunt)

Äylcephinozur (cousin)

Blodeghuta L’Ægorvinus/Schuzelonta Chatzerbodius (aunt)

Melchjuszrovibta T’Xuljabhoszervi (cousin)

J’Tervazoschin Iazophetus (mother)

Buhemozrita (older half-brother)

Liwatozhendus (older half-sister)

Zekwaboruchni (older half-sibling)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

God of Untainted Balance Amongst The Cyclical Life

Lord of the Gap Between Heaven and Earth

A Lullaby From The Gentle Zephyr

Ruler of Callous Volcanoes and Tranquil Meadows

His Ever-Changing Temperament

A Dream That Continuously Repeats

He Who Desires Mutual Equilibrium

J’Pluchabo (by most people)

Numphokte (by most people)

W’Vheplakto (by most people)

Numplaktobri (by a few people)

Phoktelaszri (by a few people)

Kreszinda (by a few people)

Kteszrija (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

It’s unknown if he possesses more unique abilities than the ones he usually uses or have been seen utilising.

It’s unknown why he prefers to go by Numphoktezrija W’Vheplaktobrinus

He’s mute

As an Æylphitus, his birth name means “coiled wreath that prunes a bleeding oak, scale-licker between groaning dust and moonstruck truths or thriving dance of cloud and mud”. In regards to his new name, Numphoktezrija means “prophet of the dream pillar and star wolf, moistener above the ferocious disease or luminescent hurricane” and W’Vheplaktobrinus means “time-changer dancing amongst our miraculous harvest, pentahedron who swallows the moonstruck abyss, gleaming muse of a howler’s poison or one-eyed slumberer”.

His sacred animals are the ox, cassowary, stag, tortoise, elephant, pig, echidna, muscaliet, rock monitor, and copper-backed horsefly.

His sacred plants are the black-eyed Susan, honeysuckle, coneflower, mandrake, myrrh, hawthorn, wormwood, ivy, and fern.

His sacred stones are garnet, bloodstone, peridot, alexandrite, opal, fire agate, black tourmaline, mahogany obsidian, and dalmatian jasper.

Melchjuszrovibta T’Xuljabhoszervi is a watery, nomadic warrior goddess and she prefers to not show much emotion, making her appear unfriendly and unsympathetic. She’s fairly restrained in speech and strongly confident to say what she believes is right, while preparing herself to accept and fix her wrongs. She’s well-equipped to utilise her impressive emotional intelligence, self-awareness, and inner strength when needed. She has an endurance for hardship and isn’t easily influenced by external pressures and social conventions. This means that Melchjuszrovibta can stay rational and make sound decisions, especially when dealing with stressful and difficult situations. She constantly seeks change and excitement in order to maintain her inspirational liveliness and infectious enthusiasm. She possesses an adventurous spirit as well as a willingness to stand up for herself and show her assertiveness. She sometimes demonstrates a compulsion to control and dominate any situation she personally encounters. She prefers to remain enigmatic and she has a proclivity toward sensitivity, regularly taking things to heart.

She has an inverted triangle mesomorphic body type with muscular limbs, broad shoulders, and a fairly defined waist, and she’s noticeably smaller than her mother, clocking in at 75 ft (2286 cm). Melchjuszrovibta’ skin is like a glowing ember with blackish freckles on her face, neck, chest, and upper arms. She has Tibetan antelope horns, common octopus tentacles protruding from her upper back, and a coiling tail with sharp, iridescent scales as well as the colouration and fins of a sand tiger shark. She also has anisodactyl-like feet, six-fingered hands, shimmering purple claws and talons, and four frilled gill slits below each side of her ribcage. Her four eyes are an amber with horizontal silvery garnet pupils, and she has a carnivorous mouth, two serpentine tongues, and pointed ears. She has silky, wet-looking hair of light mahogany brown with voluminous curls, which is decorated with seashells. Melchjuszrovibta has a coral cuirass that depicts the Lernaean Hydra with seven heads that are spread out in a semi-circle. She dons extremely baggy pants that are gathered a bit below the knees with separate short cuffs of four rows of beaded golden pearls. Her baggy, ballooning pants have a stunning gradient of blumine, pelorous, hippie blue, and aqua island. Near the bottoms of each pant leg are adorned with London hue and puce waves with white foam. She has a saffron sash encircling her waist, tied in a square knot, with both ends hanging to near-ground level. She possesses gilt-brass armlets and anklets that are decorated with azurite and pink tourmaline. She dons a few pieces of jewellery: bronze neck rings; a necklace with a Scapanorhynchus texanus tooth; a chrysoprase hololith bracelet on her right; a black onyx cocktail ring on her right index finger; and a cinnabar solitaire ring on her left middle finger. Melchjuszrovibta is often carrying a purplish wooden kite shield and a serpentine dagger with either a trident made from solidified freshwater or a bronze shepherd’s crook.

She possesses a gorgeous voice of prophecy, wisdom and memory that is far greater than a mortal’s, and the ability to effortlessly change her shape into living organisms. She can manipulate the natural beauty and majestic wonders of the sea, water, lakes, rivers, ponds, waves, and sea creatures. She has supernatural strength, durability, endurance, stamina, dexterity, and senses, and she has regenerative healing abilities. Melchjuszrovibta can move through the water swiftly, breathe underwater and on land, calm the oceans, still the winds, and hypnotise people through her alluring voice. She’s able to use freshwater and the gentle breeze to teleport, and to telekinetically interact with matter.

FAMILY:

Himanotrude Etluszoripha (aunt)

Äylcephinozur (cousin)

J’Tervazoschin Iazophetus (aunt)

Numphoktezrija W’Vheplaktobrinus (cousin)

Buhemozrita (cousin)

Liwatozhendus (cousin)

Zekwaboruchni (cousin)

Unnamed father

Blodeghuta L’Ægorvinus/Schuzelonta Chatzerbodius (mother)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Goddess of the Pilgrim War, Coastal Waters, and Blistering Deserts

A Breeze Rippling Through Her Oceanic Surface

She of Exotic Spices and Fishy Miasma

Delinquent That Soars Above Her Waves

Crusader With A Gloomy Voice

Forlorn Sand-Crawler

Melchjaszo (by most people)

T’Xuljabhok (by most people)

Bhoszurveja (by most people)

Zrovejubita (by a few people)

Zobastervi (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

It’s unknown if she possesses more innate abilities than the ones she often utilises or have been seen using.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of her name have special meanings: Melchjuszrovibta means “priestess who devours the aborted solitude, billowing sphinx of twilight dominance or hedonistic megalith” and T’Xuljabhoszervi means “echoing plethora beneath a woeful storm, sentinel crawling above putrid brimstone, leviathan of shrieking brightness or shepherd’s phosphorescence”.

Her sacred animals are the sand tiger shark, vampire crab, sea turtle, orca, starfish, pelican, lamb, scitalis, unicorn, and amphisbaena.

Her sacred plants are the eucalyptus, gardenia, jasmine, mugwort, belladonna, chamomile, and horsetail reed.

Her sacred stones are selenite, chrysoprase, cinnabar, azurite, fluorite, black onyx, blue calcite, and pink tourmaline.

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Grace for Sale

[AO3] Rating: E WC: 3.2K Tags: Blood and Gore, Torture, Blood Kink, Magic, Buried Alive, Eye Trauma, hand Truama, Knives, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Fandom: Sorcerer's Apprentice Ship: Maxim Horvath/ Reader Disc: Happy Halloween, enjoy Maxim torturing his lover's abusers in front of them.

“I will say. There is rarely a reason for obscene, gratuitous violence. Harming another just for the sake of those actions alone?” A soft ‘tsk’ fell from Maxim’s lips. “No. It is pointless, it is worthless to bloody one’s own clothes, soil one’s own skin with another’s blood.” There was silence in the woods, when Maxim’s voice echoed to a stop.

“Who-”

“Don’t waste my time with pointless questions.” His dark eyes flickered up, finding the man who’d asked the question. “Do you know the benefit of living for as many years as I have?”

“I'm older than-”

“No, you very much aren’t.” Shadows fell across the clearing in differing measure; the near pitch blackness meddling together into a tangible entity. The oppressive feeling, the deathly silence, tightened around chests. It was stifling, and freezing, and each of the three acted as though they were unable to breathe, if only for a moment.

The lash of pain to their eyes was caused by a sudden, bright floodlight, illuminating the dying last flowers of spring, the start of crunchy grass underfoot.

Maxim finally came into the light, his well fitted jacket imposing a sight that kept their breaths tight in their chests.

“Final question, and I do hope at least one of you knows the answer to this. It will be for your benefit if you do.

“Do you know why you three have been brought here?” Now illuminated, they all looked between the others, confusion growing as they were able to apprise the others. The confusion grew, until a name was spoken, whispered among the trees, a hiss following the syllables. Maxim watched the confusion melt from each face, expressions once again morphing. One with contempt, another with disgust, the last with a sickening smile on their face.

“There we are. See, I, once, took an oath to protect all of humanity, to protect any that could ask for help. It didn’t take me terribly long to realize that was *not* the path that I wished to take, offering hours of labor for the chance at bread. It was made clear to me that those who love often find themselves hurting those who are not meant to be hurt. But more often than not, I found myself seeing the monsters who claimed to love. I found that love was an excuse, love was a lie, used to cover the truth of humanity: living is pain.” Maxim finally stepped closer to the three, his cane tapping into dried grass, cracking on pinecones.

“Do you know how many years I now have lived? How much pain that brings to a person?” His stance was wide, at the feet of the middle person. “Do you know how much pain there really is in this world?” With an almost casual effort, Maxim lifted his cane, almost inspecting the black shaft in the darkness provided by his torso.

Looking at the ground, his polished shoe lifted only slightly, looking down at the man.

“Do you know how much pain a single human can survive? I do.” His hand took the bottom of his cane, holding the roughened tip in his palms, the head now tilted down to the grass. “I have experienced more variety of pain than I know you will ever find in this world.” Maxim's second hand took the cane, and with a strength hidden by his coat, he drove the head of his cane directly between the man’s legs, a scream let loose in the woods.

“Please do be as loud as you’d like. No one can hear you, this far out.” The cane was pulled back, only to complete the rotation with the jewel being driven directly into the throat of the third man. “Only the coyotes, and they do fancy a meal around this time.” His head turned to the final person, a smile on his lips, nearly deadly.

It was at that moment that

The head of the cane started to glow blue again, and the untouched man suddenly struggled to peel the branch that suddenly appeared around his neck, nearly too tight to breathe through.

Legs kicked out, trying to find enough purchase to gain traction once more. Nothing seemed to be enough, the branch simply tightening even harder the more he struggled.

"Shall we see how many years of pain we shall condense into tonight, hm?"

"No, no. No," the word was repeated in a fury by each man, still with energy to protest, to argue. Each plea fell onto deaf ears. Maxim didn't care, didn't even delegate enough attention to them to even really process the words any more than he allowed the wind whistling through the leaves on the branches. The metal head of the cane fell hard onto the choking man's hands, a sudden shout of pain all that was allowed out.

"We can do better than that." The head of Maxim's cane glowed blue, and the hand was manipulated to pull from the restraints, onto to rest above his knee by about two feet. His shoulder struggled to pull away from the magic force to no avail.

"Is she worth losing your soul?"

"They would be. If I still had one." The blue jewel came down onto his hand, bones crunching in a satisfying way, an indent in the skin from the sudden lack of skeletal support. Another, harder hit, and the skin split, a bone fragment slivered through the rough flesh. The rain of blows only finished when nothing but a few veins and a couple tendons connecting the remaining fingers to the wrist. His cries had disappeared into whimpers, and once the onslaught was done, his sounds only turned to soft gasps, trying to sequester the pain out of his mind.

The handle of his cane then met the man's breastbone, simply resting on the spot. Blood smeared over the already ruined shirt. The blood was smeared into a nearly perfect target, a small x mark of blood.

Instead of allowing a weapon to fall, allowing pain to proliferate, Maxim merely pulled his cane back, inspecting just where the blood and sinew had caught, before driving the metal down onto the collarbone of the man with the smile. The crack rang again, another sound of pain, and for his trouble, he was rewarded with the other side of his collarbone broken as well.

Each sound of pain ended up mixing with the sound of blows, the small clearing little more than a scene of horror. Time lost meaning as he returned years old blows, injuries that were all but forgotten to their memories.

When the head of his cane was coated in blood, Maxim took the first steps to you, recognizing you were even there for the first time in nearly an hour. His cane was set to the ground next to your feet, and his bloodied hand rubbing up your calf, streaking the skin with red. His lips touched your knee as he looked up at you.

With a fluid motion, he stood, taking the rag folded near you to clean off the bulk of the blood. As soon as both hands were clean, he unbuttoned his jacket, and smoothly laid it over your shoulders, the thick fur settled around your face, cutting the cold wind from your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” His lips pressed to your cheek, swathing you through the wool with his heat. “Were you cold? You’re shivering.” You pressed your cheek to his, taking a deep breath in, before nodding. His scent surrounded you, curled around your body.

“Thank you, sir.” His lips pressed against your cheek once more, before pulling away from you, once more ignoring your existence. His hands rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, expert fingers folding the fabric just so. Ink buried deep in his skin at last shone in the harsh light, and from your vantage you could see them flicker in frustration, flitting around his skin, waiting for the chance to express their own frustration.

“I could list every single incident they’ve told me.” You saw his fingers start to pull at his glove, sliding the fine fabric off his fingers. His fingers tightened for a moment before storing the gloves in one of his pockets. "Every dire second of pain, even nights they spent alone, believing themselves to be broken…" he softly tutted, ending with a soft laugh.

"No, instead why don't I just…" looking at the one who's face at shore with contempt, Maxim one again pulled his cane back, and allowed the handle to embed itself in his cheekbone, shattering the thick ridge of bone. His screams only lasted for a few moments, until the cane returned its path and dislocated the man's jaw. Whimpers fell instead, any jeers possible effectively cut off from his mouth.

The lapel of Maxim’s jacket suddenly, without any obvious cause, moved from your chest, and two of the knives he always housed in the inner pocket carefully floated to him, before he pulled them from the air. The face that had so shortly before been filled with Contempt looked at him, trying to find any source of pity.

"Please… please my good man, allow me…"

"Pity? I will allow you the same pity that you allowed them each time they asked you. We can all assume how much that is."

"Good God, you can't be that…" Maxim cut in.

"Unjust? Painful? Cruel? No, you each have crimes to atone form, crimes there is no proof for, no evidence for the jury to weigh against testimony." Knelt as he was, it was hard to see just what he was doing, just what his hands were adjusting on each of the tied up men. The blade once again flashed into the light, sharp edge nearly the only highlighted spot.

Maxim let the knife tilt up the chin of the one who had disgust on his face. "I'll take your tongue as your punishment." Then, to his left. The blade pushed up on the dislocated jaw, almost popping it to its home, but it fell short with Maxim’s thumb squishing down the shattered bone further into cartilage and muscle. "And your eyes as my trophy." His knife then moved to the chin of the one who had smirked at first, any form of cockiness well disappeared from his face. "But you? I'll be happy to alleviate you of your cock."

Well practiced with these blades, the knife was grasped hard in Maxim's hand, and his hand came down to aim the blade directly into the third man's shoulder, strong metal slid through flesh and chipped into bone. His scream managed to ring through the clearing again, before it tapered off into a sob.

"What are you?"

"A man who refuses to allow harm to come to what's mine." As if using a joystick, Maxim let magic flood through the metal into the man's nervous system, convulsions suddenly shaking through him.

"Stop! Just kill us!" The magic stopped, and Maxim allowed the blade to pull out of the man, knowing better than to keep a weapon so easily in their reach.

Instead of responding, he only took the time to drive his foot directly into that man’s hip, the joint missed, yet the pelvic bone hit.

Branches rustled, the shouts of pain almost seeming to cause it.

“Your wish will be granted.” Once more, Maxim’s thumb pushed into his face, bone fragments ground against each other. Then, the knife came close to his face, mere inches from the sphere of his eye. The very tip of the sharp metal moved closer, piercing the gelatinous orb. “If you shift your eyes even a millimeter, this cut will worsen.” As if by the mere suggestion, the man’s eye darted down, cornea sliced in but a mere second.

The scream that rang through the clearing allowed the rest to fall to shame, agony shook through branches and dead leaves. It wasn’t until it tapered off that you heard Maxim’s voice again.

“I did warn you.” His arm flexed, clearly driving it deeper, before twisting. The pleas that fell were incomprehensible, and his feet kicked out in a futile effort to inflict pain onto the man who had just caused so much to him.

When maxim moved to one of the other victims, you could see tears streaked over one cheek, but blood mirrored on the other side. His head fell against the trunk of the trea he was tied against, shallow breaths moved his chest in the smallest of movements. Pain seemed to filter weakly through his nerves in small jerks of his legs.

Maxim’s cane was pressed into the inner thigh of the smirking man, pressing the skin to the side. A deep red started to glow from his lap. His legs didn't respond quite right, one leg kicking out before a resounding pop came from his hip. Foot turned the wrong way around, he couldn’t even attempt to move the leg, only broken gasps fell from his lips.

That knife found home in the hole from earlier, digging back into cartilage and bone. The yell rose and fell, his head turning away from the knife, an attempt to put some space between the blade and his own body.

Maxim cupped the blood pouring from the wound, allowing a small amount of blood to gather on his palm. There wasn’t a terrible lot that he caught, only a couple tablespoons or so. Hair still in his eyes, he took the chance to smooth his hair back, dark locks sticking together with the organic liquid. The red didn’t show against his dark locks, but shine appeared on the strands.

His other hand smeared down his locks tighter against his head. A river of blood ran down the back of his neck, dispersed into the sheen of sweat on his skin, soaked into the light linen of his shirt. Maxims shoulders rose, then fell, a deep breath pulled into his lungs.

"Don't worry. One of you is going to be lucky now." You saw his cane rise, the tip pointed at the one with that smile. "You, I think."

You saw the glow of his cane, slowly getting brighter in the dark area.

“But don’t think that you’ll get out of this easily. This little spell will boil every drop of blood out of your skin.” A twist of his cane in his fingers, and the man went silent. “And this will make your end feel like eternity.”

Your hands tightened on the ropes wound around your wrists, not terribly tight or painful, only enough to hold you to the spot he wanted you; just on the wrong side of the floodlights, hidden from the view of the writhing masses illuminated.

Even as Maxim walked to you, just as much control over his steps as he ever did, you couldn't find fear in your body. The torture he'd just preformed could never be allowed to pass from his hand to your body. Even as the blood soaked knife touched your jaw and tilted your head up, the only comparison in your head was to an avenging God, a divine creature covered in a demon's black ichor.

"Alright, sweetheart?"

"Maxim…" His eyes were on your tongue as it darted out to lick your lower lip. "Please." Your wrists tugged on the ropes, pleading to touch him again. The lick of cotton disappeared from your skin as the ropes fell away. Maxim didn't stop you as your hands moved to the catch of his pants, his heavy cock guided directly into your waiting mouth, eyes looking up at his heated gaze.

A blood coated hand slipped to the side of your neck, trying to guide himself deeper into you, searching out your heat. Tacky blood transferred from his hand as you greedily worked to bring him pleasure.

Maxim’s soft sighs entered the ambient noises of pained groans and shifting leaves, death rattles and skittering roaches.

When he finally pulled his hips away, his length slipping out of your mouth, his hand had to force you back to the chair instead of follow him. The knife he'd been holding moved to your throat, a thin line of red transferred to the skin.

"Patience, pet." He waited until you stopped squirming, looking at him with bated breath. "Much better. I don't want to nick you." The blade then shifted, a sharp edge splitting the front of your shirt to his eyes, allowing him the moments to look over your body. Nearly carelessly, he threw the knife to the side, the sound muffled as it hit the dead grass. "Stand up."

There was no hesitation, and Maxim turned the sturdy chair around, the back now facing the three husks of what used to be men. Still mostly tied up, they couldn't have known what you were going to do, even if the flood lights were illuminating you. Maxim guided you onto the chair, knees on the seat, and hands holding the back. His body was warm behind you, a security even as each of the people who had hurt you were unable to move, to register anything before them.

His coat, still over your shoulders, was thrown over your body, and your pants pulled down. Blood coated fingers slipped between your legs, feeling the slick that had gathered. He couldn ‘t hold back after feeling that, allowing his cock to slowly spear you open, position forcing you to be trapped between maxim and those that Masxim had so recently tortured.

“You’re mine.” He settled inside you, cock rested as deep as his thrust allowed him. “Just mine, from now on.” He allowed himself a couple short thrusts, a sigh fell from his lips to your neck. “No one will hurt you again.” Your hand reached back to grab his, and you guided it between your legs, that extra bit needed for your peak. His fingers, so very familiar with your sex, started to work you just as his thrusts started in earnest.

He knew just how to thrust himself into your body, heavy and thick, as his growls fell. Each sound was complimented with a thrust, just intent on your peak.

“The only time they will touch you again is now, this blood. They won’t be able to hurt another person.” His lips moved to your ear, hot breaths fell against the edge. A kiss to the shell, and Maxim started to thrust deeper, harder into you.

He only slowed slightly when his cane was in his hand again, the final knife stored in his jacket slowly lifting out of the silken lining. The blades lifted, his free hand grasped your chin, and tilted your head up to watch.

In only a moment, that blade embedded in the chest of the one with contempt.

Seeing the sudden spurt of blood was all you needed to cum, his mouth pressed against your neck, kissing along the expanse offered to him. He came deep inside you, claiming you in a new way.

"What are you going to do with the last one?" Your foot trailed over the outside of his thigh, a soft plea for affection.

His tacky hand was on your hip, allowing his breath to slowly steady again.

“What would you want me to do?”

“How long can a restraint spell last?”

“As long as I will it.”

“Good. Bury him between those two, in restraints.” Your lip curved up on that last word. “Alive.”

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