#dat symbol

[thebatblog]

#batman #bat symbol #dat signal #dat symbol #dat man #who dat #who dat nation #new orleans saints #new orleans #bat fleur de lis #fleur de lis

[eye-of-the-hawk]

I don't consider this a prediction or anything, it's just my own way of coping with the S2 finale lol (think of it as an AU of sorts 🤔)

#God this took so damn long lol #Raeda #toh #darius deamonne #eberwolf #owlbert toh #Eda Clawthorne #Raine Whispers #The Owl House #the titan toh #king clawthorne #the owl house season 2 #dont ask where lilith and the others are lol #if i acknowledged them I would have to add like ten more panels haha #screw dat #i just wanted to draw sad gay #i found another reason why i love raeda so much #alot of their relationship is shown through their hands #hand symbolism is my SHIT because hands are my fave thing to draw ever #also im particularly proud with how the breaking titan skull came out #experimented alot with that one #my art #comic #also thx to my homie robin for the idea that Darius has abomination goo snot hahahaha

[erosrageclaw]

"One turned his back on his children. The other offered them a second chance." - The necromancer Zikeziel, when asked why she embraced the blood of Lilith.

#oc #zike #diablo 4 #d4 #diablo #diablo 4 spoilers #d4 spoilers #inarius #lilith #dat symbolism tho

[bapydemonprincess]

WE GET IT. YOU'RE BITTER AF. REVENGE. ECT.

#kuroshitsuji 2024 #o!ciel #ooooo gotta love dat symbolism #GET DROWNED AND RED STRINGED IDIOT

[cyandtonic]

Sokkla Digital Oil Painting: One Last Time (Inspired by Seyary Minamoto’s “Gladiator”; for Sokkla Saturdays)

Okay, that title was a bit of a mouthful 😂 I made this art for today’s Sokkla Saturdays prompt: Sokka dresses Azula! Admittedly, I didn’t actually show the action of him dressing her because that seemed way too hard. 

This was inspired by Chapter 247 of @seyaryminamoto​‘s “Gladiator”. Which I may or may not have cried my eyes out while reading 😂. 

This is my first attempt at painting people up close, and I think it turned out... alright. I definitely have a lot of room to improve when it comes to character work, but this is my first real step in that journey. I typically prefer to paint landscapes (as you can probably tell from my other work), but I want to push myself as an artist, so here we are. 

For Sokka and Azula’s faces, I basically used shots from the show as references and then tried to adjust the expression accordingly. I hope Azula looks sad and not super angry haha. I’m honestly just happy that they look like themselves tbh. 

I’m most proud of the moon, out of all the things here. It was probably the easiest part of this painting, but I’m really happy with how it turned out. I literally just threw down paint and then smeared it, which is kind of a common theme in this painting. That technique helped me get an interesting gradient for the lighting. 

This painting made me realize how important contrast is. It originally looked pretty terrible ngl, but then I darkened the darks and lightened the lights, and it became a lot more dynamic. 

Okay, I’ll stop rambling. This just took me ages to make, not to mention the 106 layers in it 😑. Just finding the layer I wanted to work on took like five minutes by the end 😂

#notice how Azula is lit by torchlight and Sokka by moonlight #cuz of symbolism and all dat i guess #people are hard to paint #the moon is much easier #people should be more like the moon #Yue had the right idea #sokkla saturdays 2022 #sokklasaturdays #sokkla #gladiator #seyaryminamoto #atla #ArtRage #sokka #azula #Cy's Art

[ilikekidsshows]

Wait hold on I was raised catholic and never head about red cardinals being messengers from the dead in Christianity. Where does that come from?

It's not from any scripture. It just keeps popping up when you search for cardinal symbolism online. I'm pretty sure it's just a traditional symbolism (aka it's just something that caught on) that's based off the fact that the bible mentions birds in general a lot. Red cardinals are particularly eye-catching birds while also being wild birds, so they're an attractive target of mystical interpretations. Humans have always been fascinated by the unknown parts of nature so they feature prominently in folklore and mysticism.

However, Christianity also has very specific association with the color red: that being the Blood of the Christ (Christ himself is represented by white). Red signifies being touched by God's mercy. Christian priests wear red stolas around holidays associated with the Holy Spirit and martyrdom. So a red bird being a messenger of God, and someone dead, makes sense from that perspective.

#dats chats #symbolism #tropes and story devices

[fainting-fat-cat]

Four horsemen of the apocalypse- Death

Rough draft. Pencil on 140lb watercolor paper. Paint to be added later.

#artists on tumblr #drawing #sketch #fat cat creations #the four horsemen #the four horsemen of the apocalypse #Death #fat horse #rough sketch #first draft #rough draft #dat ass tho #crow #death symbolism

[mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles]

I'm reading saviors of the yokai and really enjoying it! In chapter 7, there's some pics that aren't loading for me, I'm wondering if you have them elsewhere? no worries if not, and thank you for sharing your story!

Aw, anon, I'm so glad you're enjoying it!

The pictures do come with a trigger warning for fire, although it's not very well drawn (no blend tool on google canvas 😔)

First image:

Second image:

#hehehe you see how the family draxum values most are less burnt? dat's symbolism baby! #asks #rottmnt SOY #saviors of the yokai au

[im-no-jedi]

my computer is calling me out today I see 😜

#literally looked at the little symbol in the search bar like #IS THAT A SOLAR FLARE???? #DAT’S MEEEEEEEEE #😋 #welp time to draw art today I guess haha

[thebatblog]

#batman #bat symbol #fleur de lis #bat fleur de lis #who dat #who dat nation #dat man #dat symbol #dat signal #new orleans #new orleans saints

[anarchy-n-glitter]

The Good, The Bad, and...

Summary: Lucy and The Ghoul encounter a shadowy figure from his past while on their way to New Vegas. This stranger, nicknamed Red Eyes, is intent on collecting a bounty on The Ghoul as a means to settle a feud between the two after they were betrayed by him. Will Red Eyes succeed, or will they have a change of heart based on their complicated feelings toward the man? (Cooper Howard x OC/reader) Words: 2,941

A/N: I forgot to post chapter 1 of this on here sorry guys. Anyway this is low key a Star Wars AU because as a Cad Bane fan I simply could not help myself so this is technically kind of a follow up to this fic. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

From the Desert Comes a Stranger

“I’ve taken down so many of dese clones over da years…” Her father began in his heavily accented manner, sighing, and pushing his hat back with his pointer finger as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. The red of his irises were somehow muted by the red lenses of the goggles he wore, which made it hard to see the look in his eyes as it was. He quickly dropped to his knees and with a single swipe of his knife he removed something from the clone’s body. She couldn’t quite make out what it was before he pocketed it.

He turned around quickly, pointing his gloved finger up at her. She straightened up.

“Now, Ciella, what ya need to know is…” He handed her the bloodied knife, closing her fingers around the hilt and holding her smaller hand in his. It was one of the only times he made a tender gesture towards her other than the odd hug here and there. 

“Once you figure out one da rest are easy.” She had to wonder what the point of all this was. 

When they arrived on the site - an old, decrepit warehouse with a caved-in roof - her father was quick to corner the clone that now lay dying before them. He tried his best to grab the gun that was strapped to his leg, fumbling with it and managing to point it in her father’s general direction before he was gunned down. Two shots in the chest from the looks of it, shots that left the man (clone) heaving and wheezing on the floor with blank eyes, and she knew that’s what he wanted to happen. If he wanted to shoot the man in the head he would have. He was the fastest shot in the Wasteland, and it would stay that way for many years. 

“Now, I want ya to take dat knife dere and,” He finally stood and moved her closer to the dying man. “Yer gonna have to cut his throat, unless ya want to hear him scream. I’m not against it but it’s best dat we keep him quiet. Don’t want any stragglers comin’ in and takin’ us by surprise.”

Ciella drew in a deep breath as she knelt down beside the man. His blank eyes suddenly held so much emotion, it was a look she’d seen in her own eyes a few times before. Mostly on dark nights in the Jewel as she listened to the way men spoke to her mother… and the way her father spoke to her at times. It was the look she saw in the mirror after she saw how her mama took care of those men - their purple, mangled faces contorted in pain and their eyes bloodshot staring up at her, and their hands clutched around their throats. 

This man was in pain, and he was afraid of dying. 

There was a large tattoo on the side of his face, around his eye. It was a symbol, most likely belonging to whatever faction he belonged to since escaping his vault. From what she overheard her dad discussing, Vault 66 seemed to be defunct, with the clones created within revolting and escaping into the Wasteland. He had been hunting down the clones for the last five years, among other things. She never quite understood why anyone would flee a vault to live on the surface. 

Her father took the respirator off of his face, letting it hang below his chin. She felt more at ease at this, happy to hear his own, unmodified voice walking her through what she was about to do. Her heart was beating fast and felt like it had leapt into her throat. She glanced at the open ceiling and focused on the large, white moon that hung in the deep blue sky. 

Perhaps the sky full of swirling stars would be enough to comfort her.

“When he’s dead, cut off da part of his face with da tattoo and hand it to da Tin-Man. Den we can go home.” He instructed. Ciella hesitated. 

The clone looked at her, stared her down, silently begging her for mercy. He was just a clone, and he was wanted so he must have done something bad, right? She looked back at her dad, who had pushed his goggles up onto his forehead, revealing his bright red eyes staring back at her expectedly. Tufts of navy blue hair peeked out from under his hat and over his goggles and his lips were curved into a small smile. 

He actually looked like a supportive father for the first time in his life.

Ciella made her decision at that moment, and the girl at only eight years old turned around and drove the knife into the clone’s throat. His eyes widened and met her gaze for a moment and she felt her heart drop. He groaned and wheezed, the blood gurgling in his throat as the crimson substance dribbled from the corners of his mouth. A sputtering cough had his blood spraying across her face and she wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not. She tried not to heave at the disgusting feeling. 

On instinct, she pulled the knife from his throat and drove it back into his flesh. Over and over. A larger, warmer hand wrapped around her wrist and stopped her mid motion. 

“Dere ya go.” Her father smiled wider as pride swelled in his chest. His baby would be a killer, just like he was. “After dis I’ll teach ya everyding I know.” 

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The sun bore down unbearably upon the duo traveling along the Mojave Desert. It had been miles and miles of desert between the Griffith Observatory and the place the Ghoul was certain Lucy’s father was heading. The vaultie was starting to fall behind, clearly tired from the constant moving. It was hard to find shelter all the way out here, and unfortunately for her the Ghoul didn’t feel comfortable stopping out in the open. 

They had traveled through a few settlements at that point, each one growing more and more decrepit and sparse. The people were quieter and hid away in their own corners of the small towns, eyeing the Ghoul and his traveling companion wearily. The whispers and glares of the different townsfolk hardly made for good hospitality, if anything it was that fact that drove him away from each place. Something was happening, someone said something, and he felt it was too risky to stop for a few nights in any of the settlements.

The last place they’d been to was a day’s walk away at this point, and the talk amongst the people in that saloon made him deeply uncomfortable. Then there was the body. 

In the sandy dunes of the last settlement they had been to laid a man with sun kissed skin and snow white hair stained at the temples with red. The poor man had his brains blown out, by who…  well, let’s just say he had a good idea of who it was. It was clear the job was done quickly, the man clearly didn’t see them coming, and the fact the man’s armor and other supplies went untouched raised even more alarm bells. He got them out of there quickly and quietly.

Unfortunately for Lucy, the Ghoul was one-track minded at the moment. His family was out there, he could feel it. There was a reason he kept going for over two hundred years, and he would not let those years of anguish be in vain. 

He would kill anyone who tried to get between them. 

“There’s gotta be somewhere we can stop, right?” Lucy sounded hoarse, tired. He wished he could answer her truthfully. He hadn’t traveled this far into the desert before, and the way the sun seemed to hang so high in the sky for so long made him question whether anyone ventured that far, let alone set up shop. He shrugged.

The dunes seemed to stretch on for miles and miles, with only a few rocky formations on the horizon. A few dried plants littered the ground here and there, somehow finding the strength to grow in such a harsh climate. It was a wonder anything was able to grow and flourish after the bombs. Maybe he should have sent the vaultie to ask for some sort of transport back at the saloon instead of being stubborn like he usually was. 

“Maybe that person’s coming from a settlement down that way?” The Ghoul froze, feeling himself go numb. 

Among the dancing heatwaves stood a dark-clad figure on the horizon. 

They stood still, any discernible features hidden by a wide-brimmed hat and respirator over the figure’s mouth. The wind blew and kicked up dust and whipped the figure’s coat to the side, revealing the large holster against their hip. Their dark attire starkly contrasted with the bright blue sky and pale sand. 

The words of the men in the saloon ran through his mind. 

Someone’s lookin’ for a ghoul just like ya! There was a bounty put out not too long ago, I think it’s been taken offa the board. A lotta caps goin’ for that guy. He considered that a warning at the time. 

Anyway, it looked like the guy who took the bounty was Red Eyes. He had the goggles an’ everything, but we all thought he was dead. 

And Red Eyes was supposed to be dead. He died around five or six years ago. 

The figure in front of him was a ghost. 

Red Eyes stopped a good twenty feet in front of them, standing perfectly still. The wind shifted again and from beneath the wide-brimmed hat came a tuft of navy blue hair that blew in the breeze. The desert was all too quiet now, and it felt like something from one of his old movies. Red Eyes felt like an old western villain, dark and ominous, seemingly a force of nature. He worried the figure wasn’t only after him. 

“Lucy, you should head back.” The Ghoul muttered, putting a hand out to stop her from moving any further. She stared at the figure for a moment, suddenly afraid because of the Ghoul’s reaction. 

“It’s only one person.” She muttered. “Maybe they’re lost?” The Ghoul stayed silent. He would not repeat himself.

Her doe-like eyes flickered to him and she noticed the way his mouth was set in a seemingly permanent frown. His whole body looked stiff, like a cornered animal. She nodded, understanding finally, before turning on her heel to make a run for it. 

The Ghoul watched as the stranger glanced in Lucy’s direction. Red Eyes observed her, seemingly studying her like an unbothered predator eyeing a nearby animal knowing it couldn’t do anything to stop it. He grit his teeth and took a few steps forward, spurs jangling with each stride. 

This was not good. 

“Now I know that fancy getup you got on is not yours.” He began through a false bravado, flashing teeth that used to be a pearly white. It was so easy for him to slip back into a role, something he had been doing this entire time. Yet, this time, he was given the chance to play the good guy. It felt unfamiliar somehow, after all, it had been several years since he’d done such a thing. He was almost grateful for this stranger’s theatrics. “Who might you be? Cause you sure as hell ain’t Red Eyes… he’s dead.” 

He knew all too well who this was. 

Red Eyes looked up, the red goggles reflecting the bright sun and making it impossible to see past their lenses. More of the stranger’s hair seemed to flow from behind them, long strands of navy waving in the wind like a flag. Their stance shifted from one of leisure to subtly looking like they would pounce. The stranger moved their coat away from their hip, revealing the large gun strapped to their form. 

“I’d be careful where I was sticking my nose if I were you.” The heavily modulated voice called out. “Or lack thereof.” 

The Ghoul bit his tongue. “I’m assuming that corpse we found back there was you, then? Certainly wasn’t the handiwork of any ol’ fiend.” 

“Wasn’t much work.” Red Eyes spat quickly. “Was a clone. They're easy. Woulda gotten in my way.” Their accent, even through the voice changer, was thick. Louisiana, most likely from the New Orleans area. 

“You’re here for me.” He didn’t feel the need to ask. He threaded his thumbs through the belt loops on his trousers, opting to seem more relaxed than he was. He knew Red Eyes would see right through his guise.

“Isn’t that obvious?” Their hand twitched beside their gun. He eyed them wearily.

“Well, I’m not goin’ willingly.” A low, rumbling chuckle sounded from the stranger. 

“I never said I was gonna take ya in alive.” They answered, voice cold with an edge to it. He fought the urge to argue, to call their bluff, for doing so would be too risky.

Truthfully, Red Eyes had every reason to want him dead. It had been a few years, five to be exact, since they last saw each other. Five long years since he turned the fellow bounty hunter in for killing a crime lord. Five years since he left them for dead. This would be a fitting end for their little rivalry, even if it wasn’t always that way. 

But he wouldn’t go down just yet. Not without a fight. 

He had to find another way to fight them. A quick draw duel would mean a death sentence for him, unfortunately. Red Eyes was and still is the quickest draw in the Wasteland. He would have to throw them off somehow, say something to really disarm them. 

He did the only thing he could think of, and instead of indulging in the stranger - instead of going for his gun - words that he never thought he would say slipped from his dry, cracked lips.

“Ciella, I’m sorry.” 

Red Eyes froze. Their hand was still dangerously close to their gun’s grip. Over the wind, he vaguely heard the sharp, uneven intake of air from the figure. The breeze picked up again, blowing open the stranger’s coat to reveal the figure of a woman. 

“It’s a bit late fer that, isn’t it, cher?” It most definitely was her. “I came ta finish the job. I shoulda known a coffin wouldn’t hold yer ass.” 

Cooper held back a laugh. Ciella Bane was an ally at one point, and maybe even a friend, but the moment her picture was up on one of those boards he knew their partnership was over. Someone was offering a hefty reward for whoever could bring the bounty brat in, preferably alive. 

That was his mistake. He knew he probably should have killed her while she was sleeping and taken the smaller reward for her corpse. Killing her like this would be a pain in the ass. 

“You wanna take off that ridiculous getup and let me see you?” He taunted, much to Ciella’s dismay. He just had to hit her where it hurt, get her emotional and in her head so she missed when she inevitably shot at him. However, it had been a few years, he couldn’t be sure that trick would still work.

Though with dear ol’ daddy not around to give her more of his tips and tricks he doubted she would have improved much more than the last time they brawled. 

Ciella scoffed. “The last thing you’ll see are these goggles. Everyone’s gotta know it was Red Eyes who took ya out, ghoul.” She spat, though there was a sadistic playfulness in her voice. Cooper rolled his eyes. 

“I got places to be, girl.” Cooper countered with equal venom. He was getting antsy, and he felt she was wasting his time. “Let us through and…” He stopped.

What would he do? What could he do? What could he possibly offer her where she wouldn’t be on his trail while he and Lucy trekked the Wasteland on a wild goose chase? Ciella coming back from whatever corner of the world she ran off to after burying him alive was the last thing he wanted. 

“Let us through and we can finish this some other time. I’ll tell you where I’ll be and you come find me.” He offered finally, feeling the weight of his words in his chest. He wouldn’t give up finding his family so she could have her petty revenge, but maybe one day, when everyone around him was gone and he knew his daughter was safe and could live a happy life, he would go to Ciella and let her put him out of his misery. 

“We do this here and now.” The bounty hunter replied. “That head o’ yers is fetchin’ a pretty penny. Figured it was better I did it than some chem addicted fiend on the street.” Her words were purposefully inflammatory. She was doing the same thing he was. 

She straightened up again, mimicking the stance of a cowboy in a western getting ready to draw, and Cooper knew what it meant. She wasn’t giving him a choice. They’d done this dance once before, and unfortunately for him it didn’t end well. 

The Ghoul sighed and moved his coat from his holster, and he mirrored her stance. “This ain’t gonna go the way ya think it will, sweetheart.”

“I doubt that.” That same, robotic voice answered, yet he knew she was still all too human underneath. 

#cooper howard x oc #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #star wars au #fallout fanfic #cooper howard #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x oc #fallout #cad bane mention!!! #so #cad bane #fallout tv series

[piratesmyass]

I'll do a little analyzing of this picture, because I'm normal.

The crew did a good job of repairing the ship. They probably got the money by selling a bunch of treasure the Kraken Crew hoarded (and didn't throw overboard) since Stede's crew had nothing. At least something good to come out of that absolute bog of a situation.

You can still kinda see the damage on the mast they hadn't fixed. Maybe symbolising that the core of the problem still hasn't been sorted. Or I could be imagining things. Either way wonderful attention to detail from the creators, kudos.

ROPE. ROPE EVERYWHERE. Ehm. I'm absolutely normal about the amount of rope around here. It's essential for every boat to have a lot of rope to hold everything.... I'm not gonna get too deep into rope symbolisms, but it can often mean strength, security and working as a team. And look what these two are doing. I'm going to scream so much.

Stede is obviously SO nervous to jump. He's leaning on the mast with his ass back and is NOT ready. Also seems like he's in the middle of turning his head towards Izzy to ask him something. Little does he know there's a surprise being prepared for him, HA! (Don't worry I'm getting to him too)

These gloves 😭 Babygirl doesn't want to get callouses so bad he put on gloves akin to a falconer's. OR. OR he could be trying to emulate Izzy? Who wears gloves? Hm? Either way he looks ridiculous in them. Love it.

Speaking of Izzy. He looks so tiny here. *breaks down crying* There's no soot on his face, he's dressed all clean and he looks so confident. Also his hair is tidy again :') This is quite a good shot for art reference. You can also see the wound on his forehead. He's not hiding it anymore. God, I'm soft.

Oh god. He's looking at it so intensly. He's fucking aiming. That's the face of a man about to strike. You can see his left arm is a bit smudgy from how fast he's trying to slap dat ass. He's also got that mischievous look in his eyes.

And he's SMILING about it. (is it a smile? It's kinda vague. It looks like a smile, though. It definitely develops into a smile according to the clip)

He's concentrating on slapping Stede's rear so much he's not even paying attention to what his other arm is doing and it looks so silly just hanging there I can't-

Anyway yeah, whatever happens with these two, I'm here for it. I entrust my soul into David's hands and let him lead the way. Heaven, Hell or Purgatory.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #stede bonnet #izzy hands #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 #Our flag means death

[starrduzt]

What would Sora's actual keyblade look like??

okay, guys, hear me out.

All the keyblade wielders can manifest a keyblade that is uniquely theirs as a reflection of their heart, marked by their character symbol as the keychain. It doesn't matter if this person was officially bequeathed. Y'know like Kairi, Roxas and Axel.

Now, we know that once it's summoned, the keyblade can be used by anyone. For example, The Master of Masters keyblade being passed down through teachers to their students since ancient times, Eraqus' keyblade to Aqua, and Mickey's keyblade to Riku.

Let's focus on Riku's for a second.

In KH3, Way to the Dawn breaks in the realm of darkness. Then Mickey makes a whole new keyblade and gives it to Riku to use for the time being, so he's got something to fight with. Riku is able to use this keyblade with no issues and no drawbacks - as if it were his own. But what's that on the keychain?

Mickey's character symbol. Sure, Riku's using it just fine, but it's still not his and it's not a reflection of his heart. Thanks to the wayfinder trio in BBS, we know keyblades can grow and change with the wielder's heart, and even old ones can be reforged again when the person really goes deep into their own heart. So Riku has the ability to resummon Way to the Dawn with a few tweaks to match his current self.

Now lets assume Mickey's symbol is also just the overarching world symbol cause ✨️Disney✨️ and alla dat. Sora's keyblade was summoned after touching the light within Riku.

Sora's keyblade is not his, but the Keyblade of the Realm of Light. It's the keyblade born from the realm just as the Kingdom Key D is born from the realm of darkness. (Later on Riku says his keyblade went to Sora, just cause he was the closest nearby BUT in the same breath he also says only one person can wield a keyblade soo.... I'm not inclined to believe him.) This is further supported by the X-Blade, which is supposed to be the ultimate convergence of light and dark, is just two Kingdom Keys. Also the only keyblade that has Sora's character symbol, is associated more closely with Riku so that design is kicked out.

Sooo.... if Sora's keyblade is just being borrowed, what would his own actually look like?

#kingdom hearts #kh3 #riku kh #kh2 #kh1 #sora kh #kingdom hearts theory #keyblade #shenanigans #kairi kh #axel kh #roxas kh #kh bbs #birth by sleep #take a shot every time it says Keyblade

[dismorfofobie]

Cross shaped tattoos of Aromanian and Megleno-Romanian women from Dobruja and the Balkan space.

Damca, Sigiliu or Crúțe tattoos in Aromanian language were used as a protection tool to prevent girls from entering Turkish harems.

Nicolae S. Minovici states that the act of tattooing was produced at a young age, in the context of survival in an area under Ottoman rule. "Parents used to mark children around 5-6 years old with a tattoo representing a cross, to prove the fact that they were Christian, and with the respective name to know who they are."

The sign of the cross appears even today at Aromanian weddings in the form of a hlambura (a cruciform wedding tree, with three apples stuck at the ends, decorated with various materials). Another meaning, re-semantized on a symbolic level, is related to the affirmation of the Orthodox Christian faith and protection against the evil eye and other diseases.

#??? #uploads

[fernthewhimsical]

Arcanua, Dutch deity of magic and the dawn?

What we know.

The bronze and enamel rooster is the biggest source of information we have on this Goddess. In the area surrounding the temple, more roosters like this one have been found, but this is the only one with and inscription. It reads: DEAE ARCANVE VLPIVS/ VERINVS VETERANVS LEG VI V•S•M•L, meaning ‘To the Goddess Arcanua Ulpius Verinus, veteran of the sixth legion, has redeemed his vow, willingly and with reason. The mention of the legion and the name Ulpius Verinus makes it very likely that this little rooster is older than originally thought, probably dating from somewhere between 123- and 142 A.D. Which makes it the oldest mention of the term DAEA we have to date.

The statue is made of bronze, with enamel eyes, beak and wings. The back of the rooster is hollow, which leads historians to believe that it was used to burn candles or perhaps oil in it’s cavity. This statue differs from others found in the Netherlands, which are usually sandstone altarstones depicting humanoid figures, sometimes accompanied by animals. This could mean that the rooster was an important attribute to the Goddess, or it could mean that the statue itself is not from the Netherlands, but could be from Brittania, where more of these roosters were found.

The leaf gives us little more information about who this Goddess was. It reads: D/ ARKANV/ AE/ M•I•AM/ L•M, which we can compement to D(AEA) ARKANVAE M(ARCUS) I(ULIUS) AM(—) L(IBENS) M(ERITO), which means ‘to the Goddess Arcanua Marcus Iulius Am— has devoted this, willingly and with reason’. Nothing is known for sure about Marcus, or why he would devote anything to this Goddess.

What I think.

We don’t know anything else about this Goddess, what she stood for, what her attributes are, it’s all guesswork. So this is what I think this Goddess was. The rooster is a symbol of the dawn, of the rising sun. Combining this with the idea that the rooster was used to burn candles or oil, it could mean that Arcanua was a Goddess of light. A Goddess of the morning and the rising sun, the light after the darkness.

The meaning of her name, ‘the mysterious one’, could point to Her being a Goddess of the Underworld, many Goddesses of mystery are also Goddesses connected to the Underworld. The keepers of the hidden, that which is behind the veil. Many of these Goddesses, like Hecate, are also seen as Goddesses of magic. Arcanua has the word ‘arcane’ almost screaming at you when you see it. Furthermore, roosters are seen by the Celts and Germanics as messengers to the Underworld. A rooster would cry out if there was danger to the soul of a fallen. Combine that with the fact that the rooster was devoted by a veteran, and Arcanua might have been a Goddess who brought the souls of slain warriors to the Underworld.

Correspondences:

Rituals: endings and new beginnings, greeting the sun, unveiling mysteries Colours: golds and bronzes, set off with bright yellow, red or blue Symbols: roosters, candles, a golden veil, (autumn) leaves, the sun Stones: amber, citrine, goldstone Metals: gold, bronze

Sources:

Book – Antwoord op de vraag, door het Zeeuwse Genootschap de Wetenschappen – Jona Willem te Water Book – Over de beoefening der Nederlandse mythologie, naar aanleiding der jongste tot dat onderwerp betrekkelijke geschriften – Johan van der Wal Book – Verhandelingen over het Westland – Derk Buddingh Book – Nederlandsche volksoverleveringen en Godenleer – L. Ph. C. van den Bergh Article (PDF) – Born-Burchten – W.J.H. Willems Website – rgsm.de (in Dutch) Website – the Limburs Museum (in Dutch)

[Disclaimer, this is an older post, originally on my website that I decided to share here.]

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ooc: meet the mun

NAME?: Christina

PRONOUNS?: she/her

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: as of right this moment eileen, jude, kelly, nadja, ramsey, and winnie seem to be the loudest but that doesn't mean the others can't be coaxed out ;)

RP PET PEEVES?: I would say people who are waaaay too demanding, such as expecting others to reply to them pretty much as soon as their own reply drops on the dash. RP is supposed to be fun and relaxing but when others make you feel like you aren't fast enough, it makes for a horrible experience. Also people who make it their job to constantly call people out because they don't agree with something or wouldn't do something a certain way. Like why are you so worried?? RPC Police much??

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: I started writing on tumblr roughly around 2011 because I remember season four of True Blood had just wrapped up and a former friend convinced me to join this rpg and write Sookie. I was like rpg what?? What dat?? I've been writing Sookie ever since, too lol you can find her on @sookiestackhcuse hint hint wink wink <3

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I live for all three if I'm being honest but it really depends on two things - what my current mood is and what the muses are feeling, too. There are days when I liiiiive for the angst and need as much of it as I can get, but I love a good balance of fluff, too. Smut would definitely come third, like a little treat when ships are going good and hot and heavy lmao.

PLOTS OR MEMES?: I'm honestly down for both. I think a lot of good plots can come from random memes that are sent in and I've definitely enjoyed seeing how one symbol or sentence starter can turn into a thread I treasure. Then again, coming up with cool plots and exploring them and watching them grow is just as thrilling! If it's an intricate plot then yeah probably need to actually plan it.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: Listen, I'm all over the map when it comes to the length of replies. In one reply it might be a paragraph, in the next I've become carried away with multiple of them, and then in the next one shorten it again. I think it depends on the depth of the thread itself. I don't try to force any length, but at least give enough for my partner to reply to. I think that's what counts - quality over quantity.

TIME TO WRITE?: It's 1am right now if that gives you any indication of when I actually really settle in lol. Nighttime with my headphones on and some instrumental music is when I get my best work done.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: You know, I think having a good "relationship" with my muses so that I can connect with them means that I put a part of myself in them as well as find something of them in me. Yes, even the villains who seemingly have no redeeming qualities lol.

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