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Paradise Lost: How John Milton's 1667 work influenced "Hazbin Hotel"

I've been thinking about why the "fruit of knowledge" in Hazbin Hotel is depicted as an apple, as opposed to another fruit that would've been more accurate to the Middle East during the Fall of Man, as well as how Paradise Lost by John Milton (1667) influenced the show.

Per one source:

"Because the Hebrew Bible describes the forbidden fruit only as 'peri', the term for general fruit, no one knows [what exactly type of fruit it was]. It could be a fruit that doesn't exist anymore. Historians have speculated it may have been any one of these fruits: pomegranate, mango, fig, grapes, etrog or citron, carob, pear, quince, or mushroom."

Per Wikipedia:

"The pseudepigraphic Book of Enoch describes the tree of knowledge: 'It was like a species of the Tamarind tree, bearing fruit which resembled grapes extremely fine; and its fragrance extended to a considerable distance. I exclaimed, How beautiful is this tree, and how delightful is its appearance!' (1 Enoch 31:4)."

In Jewish and Islamic traditions, the "fruit of knowledge" is commonly identified with grapes. The Zohar explains that Noah attempted (but failed) to rectify the sin of Adam by using grape wine for holy purposes. Today, the "Noah grape" is still used to make white wine.

Furthermore:

"The association of the pomegranate with knowledge of the underworld as provided in the Ancient Greek legend of Hades and Persephone may also have given rise to an association with knowledge of the 'otherworld', tying-in with knowledge that is forbidden to mortals. It is also believed Hades offered Persephone a pomegranate to force her to stay with him in the underworld for 6 months of the year. Hades is the Greek god of the underworld, and the Bible states that whoever eats the forbidden fruit shall die."

So, how then did the apple become the foremost symbol of the "fruit of knowledge"? You can partly thank Paradise Lost by English poet John Milton, a work which the lore of Hazbin Hotel is based off of.

Milton published the book in 1667, a time when the hedonistic Restoration era was in full swing. The exiled King Charles II was restored to the throne as King of England in 1660, and was a party animal, with dozens of mistresses, and nicknamed both the "playboy prince" and "Old Rowley", the latter after his favorite lustful stallion.

However, the association of the "fruit of knowledge" began with a Latin pun long before Milton immortalized the association in Paradise Lost. Per the linked article above by Nina Martyris for NPR:

"In order to explain, we have to go all the way back to the fourth century A.D., when Pope Damasus ordered his leading scholar of scripture, Jerome, to translate the Hebrew Bible into Latin. Jerome's path-breaking, 15-year project, which resulted in the canonical 'Vulgate', used the Latin spoken by the common man. As it turned out, the Latin words for evil and apple are the same: 'malus'.

[...] When Jerome was translating the 'Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil', the word 'malus' snaked in. A brilliant but controversial theologian, Jerome was known for his hot temper, but he obviously also had a rather cool sense of humor.

'Jerome had several options,' says Robert Appelbaum, a professor of English literature at Sweden's Uppsala University. 'But he hit upon the idea of translating 'peri' as 'malus', which in Latin has two very different meanings. As an adjective, 'malus' means 'bad' or 'evil'. As a noun it seems to mean an apple, in our own sense of the word, coming from the very common tree now known officially as the 'Malus pumila'. So Jerome came up with a very good pun.'

The story doesn't end there. 'To complicate things even more,' says Appelbaum, 'the word 'malus' in Jerome's time, and for a long time after, could refer to any fleshy seed-bearing fruit. A pear was a kind of 'malus'. So was the fig, the peach, and so forth.'

Which explains why Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel fresco features a serpent coiled around a fig tree. But the apple began to dominate Fall artworks in Europe after the German artist Albrecht Dürer's famous 1504 engraving depicted the First Couple counterpoised beside an apple tree. It became a template for future artists such as Lucas Cranach the Elder, whose luminous Adam and Eve painting is hung with apples that glow like rubies.

Milton, then, was only following cultural tradition. But he was a renowned Cambridge intellectual fluent in Latin, Greek and Hebrew, who served as secretary for foreign tongues to Oliver Cromwell during the Commonwealth. If anyone was aware of the 'malus' pun, it would be him, and yet he chose to run it with it. Why?

Appelbaum says that Milton's use of the term 'apple' was ambiguous. 'Even in Milton's time the word had two meanings: either what was our common apple, or, again, any fleshy seed-bearing fruit. Milton probably had in mind an ambiguously named object with a variety of connotations as well as denotations, most but not all of them associating the idea of the apple with a kind of innocence, though also with a kind of intoxication, since hard apple cider was a common English drink.'

It was only later readers of Milton, says Appelbaum, who thought of 'apple' as 'apple', and not any seed-bearing fruit. For them, the forbidden fruit became synonymous with the 'malus pumila'. As a widely read canonical work, 'Paradise Lost' was influential in cementing the role of apple in the Fall of Man story."

To tie this back into John Milton's relationship with King Charles II of England, as mentioned, Milton originally served Oliver Cromwell, Lord Protector of England, and the English Commonwealth, which was formed with the overthrow and execution of King Charles I on 30 January 1649, following the bloody English Civil War (1642 – 1651).

The King's two sons - the newly-christened King Charles II, the elder, and James, Duke of York (King James II), the younger - fled into exile on the European continent. However, with the death of Oliver Cromwell on 3 September 1658 came the 2-year-long dissolution of the English Commonwealth, and the restoration of the monarchy.

As for Milton himself, we can look to an article by Bill Potter.

Milton, born on 9 December 1608, was around 51-52 years old when King Charles II was restored to the throne. He attended Christ's Church, Cambridge in his youth, and mastered at least six languages, as well as history and philosophy; making him, perhaps, the most knowledgeable poet in history. He spent more than a year travelling across Europe, conversing with and learning from intellectuals, linguists, poets, and artists, including the famous Galileo Galilei.

However, Milton was a controversial figure of his time, being unafraid to criticize institutions of authority; arguing that "divorce was Biblical", for which he was routinely condemned; joining the Puritans; penning the Areopagitica, a treatise on liberty in favor of Parliament and the Roundhead rebels, during the reign of King Charles I, arguing that the King must be held accountable by the people; and agreed with and justified the murder of King Charles I, for which Parliament hired him in 1649 as a propagandist and correspondence secretary to foreign powers, on account of his fiery manifestos against "the man".

The collapse of the Commonwealth with the death of Oliver Cromwell in 1658 did not deter Milton from continued political writing against the monarchy and the new public sentiment that brought about its Restoration under King Charles II in 1660. On the contrary, Milton - now totally blind, having lost his eyesight by the age of 44 in 1652, a decade earlier - began writing Paradise Lost in 1661, and spent the next six years dictating the work to transcribers.

A supporter of regicide, Milton was also forced into exile himself, and faked his own death, as Charles refused to pardon - and sought to execute - any of those directly involved with his father's murder. Milton's friends held a mock funeral for Milton on 27 August 1660, just months after the coronation of King Charles II on 23 April 1660.

King Charles II commented that he "applauded his [Milton's] policy in escaping the punishment of death [execution for treason] by a reasonable show of dying", but insisted on a public spectacle nonetheless by having Milton's writings burned by the public hangman.

After eventually obtaining a general pardon from King Charles II, Milton was imprisoned, and released, likely due to political friends in high places. He died, aged 64, in 1674. His theological views were sometimes considered heterodox by the best Puritans, and his political views came close to getting him executed on several occasions. His poetry, however, has endured as some of the greatest works in the English language, especially Paradise Lost; much of his greatest work was written during his 22 years of complete blindness.

One of the main factors in King Charles II deciding to grant a pardon to Milton was, ironically, Paradise Lost. While originally written by Milton as a scathing criticism of King Charles II and the monarchy - depicting Lucifer Morningstar as a sympathetic rebel against God, with King Charles II claiming that is right to rule came from "divine ordainment" - Charles II enjoyed the work, and authorized its publication on 20 August 1667. We know this because a 1668 copy of Paradise Lost in royal bindings by Samuel Mearne, bound lovingly in a fine red leather made of goat skins tanned with sumac, and stamped in gold with the royal cypher of King Charles II, was found. The endpapers bore a watermark with the royal arms of Charles II.

Per one Miltonian scholar: "The most single important event in Milton's life was the event against which he struggled most: the Restoration of Charles II, [and his relationship with the King]. Had it not come, we might have never had Paradise Lost...certainly, we should never have had [it] in [its] present power and significance."

Milton followed up Paradise Lost with Paradise Regained in 1671, three years before his death, with advice for King Charles II, urging the hedonistic Charles to "reign over himself and his passions":

"For therein stands the office of a King, His Honour, Vertue, Merit and chief Praise, That for the Publick all this weight he bears. Yet he who reigns within himself, and rules Passions, Desires, and Fears, is more a King; Which every wise and vertuous man attains: And who attains not, ill aspires to rule Cities of men, or head-strong Multitudes, Subject himself to Anarchy within, Or lawless passions in him which he serves." - John Milton, Paradise Regained, Book II, lines 463-472

To summarize: "If we must have a King back again, my Lord, please try to be a good man, unlike your father, who fell to his pride, [which was also the downfall of Lucifer]."

To quote another source: "Though the passage begins by noting that the office of a King is to bear the weight of public concerns, it is the control of one's private concerns that truly set a King apart as a virtuous character. Indeed, so important is self-command that any wise or virtuous man who attains it is like a king; any king who does not practice [self-command] is nothing more than a mere subject, ruled by anarchy and lawlessness."

Milton's words, too, echo a work written by Charles' grandfather, King James VI/I of Scotland and England: Basilikon Doron ("Royal Gift").

Per Wikipedia:

"'Basilikon Doron' (Βασιλικὸν Δῶρον) means 'royal gift' in Ancient Greek, and was written in the form of a private letter to James' eldest son, Henry, Duke of Rothesay (1594–1612). After Henry's death, James gave it to his second son, Charles, born 1600, later King Charles I. Seven copies were printed in Edinburgh in 1599, and it was republished in London in 1603, when it sold in the thousands.

This document is separated into three books, serving as general guidelines to follow to be an efficient monarch. The first describes a king's duty towards God as a Christian. The second focuses on the roles and responsibilities in office. The third concerns proper behaviour in daily life.

As the first part is concerned with being a good Christian, James instructed his son to love and respect God as well as to fear Him. Furthermore, it is essential to carefully study the Scripture (the Bible) and especially specific books in both the Old and New Testaments. Lastly, he must pray often and always be thankful for what God has given him.

In the second book, James encouraged his son to be a good king, as opposed to a tyrant, by establishing and executing laws as well as governing with justice and equality, such as by boosting the economy. The final portion of the Basilikon Doron focuses on the daily life of a monarch.

All of these guidelines composed an underlying code of conduct to be followed by all monarchs and heads of state to rule and govern efficiently. James assembled these directions as a result of his own experience and upbringing. He, therefore, offered the 'Basilikon Doron' ('Royal Gift') to his son, with the hope of rendering him a capable ruler, and perhaps to pass it down to future generations.

Overall, it repeats the argument for the divine right of kings, as set out in 'The True Law of Free Monarchies', which was also written by James. It warns against 'Papists' (Roman Catholics) and derides Puritans, in keeping with his philosophy of following a 'middle path', which is also reflected in the preface to the 1611 King James Bible. It also advocates removing the Apocrypha from the Bible."

King James VI/I further instructed his son and grandson:

"A good monarch must be well acquainted with his subjects, and so it would be wise to visit each of the kingdoms every three years."

"During war or armed conflict, he should choose old-but-good captains to lead an army of young and agile soldiers."

"In the court and the household, [a royal] should carefully select loyal gentlemen and servants to surround him. When the time came to choose a wife, it would be best if she were of the same religion and had a generous estate. However, she must not meddle with governmental politics, but perform her domestic duties."

"As for inheritance, to ensure stability, the kingdom should be left to the eldest son, not divided among all children."

"Lastly, it is most important...that [a royal] would know well his own craft...to properly govern over his subjects. To do so, [one] must study the laws of the kingdom, and actively participate in the council. Furthermore, [one] must be acquainted with mathematics for military purposes, and world history for foreign policy."

"[A royal] must also not drink and sleep excessively. His wardrobe should always be clean and proper, and he must never let his hair and nails grow long. In his writing and speech, he should use honest and plain language."

King James VI/I further supplemented Basilikon Doron with a written treatise titled The True Law of Free Monarchies: Or, The Reciprocal and Mutual Duty Between a Free King and His Natural Subjects.

"It is believed King James VI/I wrote the tract to set forth his idea of absolutist monarchism in clear contrast to the contractarian views espoused by, among others, James' tutor George Buchanan (in 'De Jure Regni apud Scotos'), [which] held the idea that monarchs rule in accordance of some sort of social contract with their people. James saw the divine right of kings as an extension of the apostolic succession, as both not being subjected by humanly laws."

Milton's own Areopagitica was a follow-up on De Jure Regni apid Scotos by George Buchanan, and also to The True Law of Free Monarchies, as well as the idea of the "divine right of kings". It takes its title in part from Areopagitikos (Greek: Ἀρεοπαγιτικός), a speech written by Athenian orator Isocrates in the 4th century BC.

Most importantly, Milton also wrote on the concept of free will: "Milton's ideas were ahead of his time in the sense that he anticipated the arguments of later advocates of freedom of the press by relating the concept of free will, and choice to individual expression and right."

The concept of free will, too, was a major topic explored in Paradise Lost. Per one source: "In 'Paradise Lost', Milton argues that though God foresaw the Fall of Man, he still didn't influence Adam and Eve's free will. [...] God specifically says that he gives his creatures the option to serve or disobey, as he wants obedience that is freely given [or chosen], not forced. Some critics have claimed that the God of the poem undercuts his own arguments; however, Milton did not believe in the Calvinistic idea of 'predestination' (that God has already decided who is going to Hell and who to Heaven), but he often comes close to describing a Calvinistic God. God purposefully lets Lucifer (Satan) escape Hell, and sneak past Uriel into the Garden of Eden, and basically orchestrates the whole situation so that humanity can be easily ruined by a single disobedient act. In describing the Fall of Man before it happens, God already predicts how he will remedy it, and give greater glory to himself by sending his Son [Jesus Christ] to die, and restore the order of Heaven."

In Hazbin Hotel, Adam also describes the Calvinistic idea of 'predestination', and that "the rules are black and white":

However, "This possible predestination leads to the theory of the 'fortunate fall', which is based on Adam's delight at learning of the eventual coming of the Messiah [from his bloodline]. This idea says that God allowed the Fall of Man, so that he could bring good out of it, possibly more good than would have occurred without the Fall, and be able to show his love and power through the incarnation of his Son. In this way, the free will of Adam and Eve (and Lucifer/Satan) remains basically free, but still fits into God's overarching plan."

However, there is one major flaw with this, and that is that we don't know if Jesus Christ exists within the Hazbin Hotel universe or not. Yet Charlie Morningstar, the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith, and the "Princess of Hell", is depicted as a savior-esque figure within the show who, like God in Paradise Lost, encourages lowly sinners to choose obedience to God out of their own free will. More interestingly, Charlie does not come from Adam's bloodline; yet, while Lucifer decries 'free will', Charlie supports 'free will' instead.

Perhaps is is merely because Charlie, being the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith, claims to want to fulfill Lilith's "dream" of humanity being empowered in Hell ("The mind is its own place, it can make Heaven out of Hell, or Hell out of Heaven" - Lucifer, Paradise Lost); however, I think it also stems from Charlie having a genuine belief that 'free will', and people choosing to do good instead of evil, is "good" and "Godly".

True to Paradise Lost, this is also in fulfillment of God's plan; and, according to one fanfiction, why God allowed Charlie to be born to Lucifer and Lilith, so that sinners may be redeemed through Charlie.

For more on differing interpretations of 'free will', I suggest reading: "Free Will and the Diminishing Importance of God's Will: A Study of Paradise Lost and Supernatural" by Kimberly Batchelor (2016)

Excerpt: "'Paradise Lost' –and Milton’s purpose for writing the poem— is rooted deeply in postreformation Arminianism and this is apparent in its employment of free will. Chapter 1 argues that Milton turns to free will as a tool to justify the actions of God. Freedom of choice is God-given, and sets up a morality in which right and wrong are dictated by God. Chapter 2 shows that in 'Supernatural', free will is not given by a higher power; and, in fact, free choice functions as an act of defiance against God's will."

This raises the question: Is 'free will' given by God, using Lucifer as his vessel, in Hazbin Hotel, as in Paradise Lost? Or is 'free will' not given by a higher power; and, in fact, an act of defiance against God?

This brings us back around to our first question: Why is an apple, or 'malus', used to depict the "fruit of knowledge", especially if 'malus' means 'bad or evil', whereas Milton depicts 'free will' as God-given?

Well, for one, Lucifer still chooses to associate himself with apple symbolism and imagery, despite being skeptical of free will:

Based on the introduction to Episode 1, Charlie also views 'free will' as a gift (Miltonian), whereas Lucifer appears to view it as a curse.

However, Charlie also notes that it was through the 'gift' of free will that the "root of all evil" entered the world, for if mankind could choose to be good, then they could also choose to be evil ('malus').

John Milton states in Paradise Lost: "Of Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree [malus], whose mortal taste Brought Death (evil, malus) into the World, and all our woe."

Thus, the use of an apple specifically is likely a tie-in to what others have been speculating about a character that series creator Vivienne Medrano (Vivziepop) alluded to a while back: "The Root of All Evil".

However, "Roo" itself is depicted as possessing the body of a human woman, presumably Eve, the first one to eat the "fruit of knowledge":

Thus, we can discern that "Malus" likely refers to this character. (Also see: "Maleficent", a name that also uses the root word "mal", "evil".) As for Roo's intentions, if Charlie is "good" - and, if, in fact, Alastor was sent by "Roo" (Eve) - then they may want for Alastor to work on their behalf to "corrupt" Charlie, or make sure the hotel never succeeds.

This is because demonic power is tied to human souls, and there are "millions of souls" in Hell, which likely fuels the great power of "Roo". The more souls there are in Hell, the more powerful "Roo" becomes. The Overlords also get their demonic power from "millions of souls".

The deal between Eve and "Roo" might even be the first contract, or deal, between a human soul and a demonic entity; in exchange for 'free will', and the knowledge of good and evil, Eve allowed the "Root of All Evil" to inhabit her body, and to escape the void or prison it was confined to by Heaven (Hell?). (For one cannot be 'all-good' unless you attempt to 'eliminate' or 'ablate' evil; and, in Greek mythology, Zeus imprisoned the Titans in Tartarus for all of their evil deeds.)

Another possibility, brought up in an article by Gillian Osborne, is that Lucifer sees the "fruit of knowledge" as an apple, but it may appear as different fruits to different people, depending on how they view it. This also fits with Lucifer and angels being able to easily shapeshift.

In Paradise Lost, only Lucifer describes the fruit as an "apple" (malus), as he associates malus with "bad, evil", while the narrator also describes the fruit as "a mix of different colors" and peach-like. This then begs the question: "Did the fruit of knowledge of good and evil become 'evil' because Eve harbored resentment towards Adam?"

Quote: "Lucifer (Satan) gives Eve yet another hint that this tree may be more complicated than he wishes her to believe: although elsewhere in Milton's poem Eden is heady with its own newness, sprouting spring flowers left and right, the tree of knowledge is already old: its trunk is 'mossie'. Nevertheless, Lucifer claims to wind himself around the tree 'soon'; the quickness of his reported arrival stands in contrast to the timescales required to cover a fruit tree with moss (PL 9.589). Placing Lucifer's winding body between these two timescales—an easeful present and the inhuman scale of natural history—Milton suggests that there is something dangerous in entangling the past with the present. Yet, 'Paradise Lost' also makes deep biblical history feel like present politics for its readers. When Adam and Eve wander out of Eden at the end of the poem, they famously make their way not only into an earthly paradise, but also into the present. Eden's mossy apple tree therefore represents the pitfalls of conflating nature and history, of seeing any action in human history—even Eve's eating of an apple—as natural, if by nature, we mean inevitability. For Milton, history, unlike nature, is directed by humans, progressive, and, like the reading of 'Paradise Lost', hard work. While trees may inevitably collect moss the longer they live, Adam and Eve's labors in the garden, and our labors of reading, require agency and effort. Milton's poem refuses mourning the loss of Eden, [and the perfection of Heaven], in favor of a perpetual, melancholic, recreation of paradise: a present perfecting."

To quote Twisted: The Untold Story of a Royal Vizier, which also draws inspiration from John Milton's Paradise Lost: "It's an unfortunate situation...but you do have a choice [i.e. free will]."

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What’s Your Ancient Egyptian Horoscope Sign ?

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Thoth (Aug 29 – Sept 27)

Horus (Sept 28 – Oct 27)

Wadjet (Oct 28 – Nov 26)

Sekhmet (Nov 27 – Dec 26)

Sphinx (Dec 27 – Jan25)

Shu (Jan 26 – Feb 24)

Isis (Feb 25 – Mar 26)

Osiris (Mar 27 – April 25)

Amun (April 26 – May 25)

Hathor (May 26 – June 24)

Phoenix (June 25 – July 24)

Anubis (July 25 – Aug 28)

Thoth ☥

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Are great at solving problems. You can master an artistic pursuit should you put your mind to it. You have a special talent for writing. You’re capable of taking command, and of helping friends in need. You remember to listen carefully to others in your group, knowing that two heads are often better than one. This way, you always have the respect and love of your friends and classmates.

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flexible, methodical, original, & precise

YOUR LUCKY TOUCHSTONES ARE:

Herb: thyme

Stone: carnelian

Tree: quince

Animal: ibis

Flower: marigold

Guardian: Egyptian god Thoth, God of Learning. Thoth is often shown with a writing palette.

Horus ☥

YOU:

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Herb: Rosemary

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Tree: Acacia

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Flower: Carnation

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Wadjet ☥

YOU:

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Herb: Mustard

Stone: Amethyst

Tree: Ash

Animal: Serpent

Flower: Hyacinth

Guardian: Egyptian goddess Wadjet, Cobra Goddess. Wadjet is often seen protecting kings and justice

Sekhmet ☥

YOU:

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HOW FRIENDS AND FAMILY SEE YOU:

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Herb: Pepper.

Stone: Tiger’s Eye.

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battlefield, fighting for what’s right.

Sphinx ☥

YOU:

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YOUR LUCKY TOUCHSTONES ARE:

Herb: Coriander.

Stone: Quartz.

Tree: Almond.

Animal: Lion.

Flower: Lily.

Guardian: Egyptian Sphinx, God of Treasures and Transformation

Shu ☥

YOU:

Are incredibly creative. You enjoy using your artistic talents for the delight of your friends and family–whether through drawing or cartooning, cooking or baking, writing stories or poetry. If you can imagine it, you can do it. You remember any artistic pursuit takes time to fully develop, and once you decide upon a course, you follow through, knowing there will be challenges along the way.

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humorous, creative, principled & conscientious

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Herb: Lemon balm.

Stone: Moonstone.

Tree: Silver Birch.

Animal: Swallow.

Flower: Iris.

Guardian: Egyptian godddess Shu, Goddess of Sunlight and Wind. Shu is depicted wearing an ostrich feather, holding up the sky.

Isis ☥

YOU:

Have a strong love of honor, and a wonderfully idealistic view of the world. Your humor, confidence, and kindness make you popular among friends. You enjoy being active, and your example encourages others to be active, too. When times are serious, you withdraw to think on your own. You remember, however, that trustworthy friends are there for you and make great listening boards.

HOW FRIENDS AND FAMILY SEE YOU:

honorable, self-confident & active

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Herb: Tarragon.

Stone: Lapis Lazuli.

Tree: Sycamore.

Animal: Cat.

Flower: Rose.

Guardian: Egyptian goddess Isis, Goddess of Protection, her broad wings can enfold others in safety.

Osiris ☥

YOU:

Are born with an amazing talent: you transform old and tired things into something new and exciting. Your friends and family enjoy being around your flair for setting trends. You love “before and afters”, whether it’s helping people find new styles or making over your bedroom into a cool place to spend time with friends. Someday, you might make over a failing company and turn it into the hot new thing!

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Herb: Basil.

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Tree: Ceder.

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Guardian: Egyptian god Osiris, God of Renewal and Rebirth.

Amun ☥

YOU:

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Tree: Oak.

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Flower: Bluebell.

Guardian: Egyptian god Amun, God of construction. He’s depicted constructing the world around us.

Hathor ☥

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Stone: Jasper.

Tree: Elm.

Animal: Cow.

Flower: Cowslip.

Guardian: Egyptian goddess Hathor, Goddess of Love.

Phoenix ☥

YOU:

Have the amazing ability to create possibilities out of nothing. You are extremely optimistic because you know that failure simply means ‘one possibility down, fewer tries to go!’. You encourage friends and family to keep going, keep trying, when all they see is a big wall in the way. You take calculated risks. You enjoy time alone, but also know that time spent amongst friends and family are what make life and its triumphs–big or small–meaningful.

HOW FRIENDS AND FAMILY SEE YOU: resilient, determined, flexible, & inspiring

YOUR LUCKY TOUCHSTONES ARE:Herb: Nutmeg.

Stone: Amber.

Tree: Alder.

Animal: Lyrebird.

Flower: Daffodil.

Guardian: Egyptian god Pheonix, God of Resurrection

Anubis ☥

YOU:

Are widely respected amongst your friends and family. They love you because you do what you say you will. You have great determination and the ability to finish what you begin. You rely on your inner knowledge to discover truths about yourself and the world around you, and this insight is helpful to you and others. When things around you seem to be falling apart, you are the one who keeps them together. You always do this in a calm, kind way.

HOW FRIENDS AND FAMILY SEE YOU:

sympathetic, sensitive, strong, & spirited

YOUR LUCKY TOUCHSTONES ARE:

Herb: Savory.

Stone: Obsidian.

Tree: Yew.

Animal: Jackal.

Flower: Foxglove.

Guardian: Egyptian god Anubis, God of the Spirit World.

DID YOU KNOW? Ancient Egyptians were early pioneers of astrology.

When a child was born, priests sometimes drew a star chart for the parents. Egyptian architects also looked to the heavens for inspiration. Some of ancient Egypt’s most impressive monuments, including certain pyramids, were designed to line up with the stars at different seasons throughout the year.

Source : https://www.consciousreminder.com/2017/02/08/whats-ancient-egyptian-horoscope-sign/

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[br1ghtestlight]

okay first of all im not convinced that rudy didn't buy tickets only bcuz louise annoyed him about it and he vaguely recognized the bands name from one of his dads old records FJDMDNSMSMSJ

why doesn't tina get to go to the old man concert w/ gene louise and their friends 😭

love how both concerts that tina mentioned going to were boyz 4 now concerts and that BOTH of them were actual episodes in the show. this is why catching up on bob's burgers lore is so important. these are the things you'd miss!!!!

NOOO NOT THE KING BREAKING HIS PAW this is a code red emergency

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT QUINCE BURGER BANGER NAME‼️‼️ have the bobs burgers writers seen the hawk and chick bb/eeaao comparison gifsets. do they even know that they made me cry. i want you to know how much i love and support you even if you stop fighting monsters with me someday and do taxes instead. okay sorry i got distracted

rudy!!!!

okay MAYBE i missed them saying that the concert had paid entrance or something but this is a block party?? could they not just go downstairs and watch the band outside. like it might not be premium seats but at least they'd be going to their first concert ?

most normal louise and rudy interaction

LINDA IS GONNA GET LITTLE KING TRASHMOUTH EUTHANIZED GOOD GOD 😭😭😭😭💔💔

why is tina being the voice of reason here LMAO like at least google how to capture an injured raccoon or something

OH ITS NOT THAT HARD. GOOD WHEELS ON THIS THING obsessed w/ teddy in this subplot(??) i missed him

i feel like this episode has the same problem as the st patrick's day episode where despite the episode's title and description trying to make the subplot the main focus of the episode its also Clearly the subplot to a more important storyline. which is fine bcuz they're both entertaining in this episode but its gonna be confusing as hell in the future trying to find this episode 😭

"maybe it would be easier to watch the concert from the street" IM SAYING LIKE?? literally what was louise's plan here. im obsessed with her

girl. all this for like six pieces of candy

THIS HAS NO REASON TO BE SO STRESSFUL im shaking im so worried about little king trashmouth... if anything bad happens to him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. that would literally be bury your gays. to me

not bob having another burger related existential crisis ☹️☹️

bob has failed to realize he could cook literally ANY other food if he really wanted to. but i will admit he likes cooking the burgers. and tbh?? what he described sounded like an autistic dream so maybe he simply does not understand the vision like me and u bob. maybe he just doesn't get it

"is that magic marker?" "what makes you say that??" "my.... eyes?"

actually where the HELL did they get those shirts they're too big to be louise's but wayy too small to gene's this is the actual mystery in the episode. possibly maybe tina's old shirts or something??

today we learned that linda buys her wine from the liquor store on their block which was Probably obvious but cool to see it confirmed

OH HELL NOO BOB IS GETTIN OLDER

also kinda funny to say this when big bob is Literally in next weeks episode and seems happy enough running his diner.... like bob have you considered maybe you LIKE cooking for people and thats okay?? your dad does too. some people are happy to do one thing forever and thats not like a Problem unless you're unhappy

awww they're such cuties dancing together

ROMANTIC RACCOON REUNION 💕💕🏳️‍🌈

"Well there are moments, you know... when the band locks in, the crowd is with them and everything they ever loved about playing music comes flooding back in a rush of pure heavenly emotion. All that crap."

"But... all these decades later, they still have them? The moments?"

"You tell me."

😭😭 WHY DID THIS PART OF THE EPISODE MAKE ME WANNA CRY I HAVE TO GET A VIDEO OF IT OR SOMETHING. WHAT THE HELL too real for creative people..... omg. this season has a lot of moments like that about the creative process like gene's song etc

YOUNG BOB‼️‼️ OHH HES SUCH A GENTLEMAN bob my beloved

THIS EPISODE WAS VERY CUTE?? very silly subplot w/ linda and the raccoons and then louise and gene and their friends. bob's little crisis in the middle there got to me harder than anticipated (i think they could have easily made that into its own episode but considering they've done similar concepts in the past i dont hate that they didn't flesh that out as much as they could have. we already KINDA know where bob is coming from here) and the ending clip with bob singing was soo silly im gonna need to post that too. fun episode!

#txt #bob's burgers #episode review

[idololivine]

@requiodile

and so we begin again

previous

y'know a remarkable number of the guys do art. Blade... Olivine... Eiden obviously... Garu paints in one of his intimacy rooms... Kuya in this au... idk what's going on in Yakumo's CoD r2 but he might count as well?

anyway what I'm saying is, magical girls art club.

not all of their art makes it into the gallery; most of it doesn't, in fact. but a lot of it ends up in Kuya's personal collection because he's a softie at heart.

Blade's projects end up in the gallery the most often because critics absolutely eat up the avant-garde-ness. none of Eiden's do, because he keeps his for potential inspiration in future designs.

oh my god...... the bodice ripper was there all along.......

gyaru peri / waif ame... terrible. I love it. Kuya gets a real kick out of the ones that make him out to be some teary submissive waif helplessly being taken advantage of by the rest of the clan. in general he's not as fascinated as Blade or Rei by the shitty ooc doujins, but he can appreciate some good comedy. if only the doujin artists knew.

Eiden, watching Sapphire kick a monster's head in: hot damn

Sapphire's transformation has it all... grace, filth, a little cutesiness, a little spice... a full ballet choreo...

Peridot's transformation ranks high on filth with some cutesiness. a lot of boinging. Obsidian's is more cool, especially when he gets more comfortable with his powers. Tourmaline's started off cutesy gap moe, but as he grows into his role as a cool magical girl king, it ends up fucking almost as hard as Sapphire's; he has the regality but not the ballet dancer grace. Moonstone's is cool in the way werewolves are cool.

you know, you did say before that Dante would be a cheetah, but it didn't consciously register until now that it means he's a catboy. catboy Dante. incredible.

I would also actually like to suggest a retcon to lion Dante. I think it fits well, between the king themeing and the mane, and Little Lion Man is a very Dante song. and lion king references, of course.

there are so so many death by snu snu jokes about the Topaz and Peridot titty crush.

Eiden starts making attachments for the evil sex wand. they don't help with like, laser beams, but it's a good way to vary up how he charges the guys up fights. the day he figures out how to use it as a wireless remote controller for other vibrators, it's over.

speaking of wet rained on magical girls

someday we'll get a magical girl event. someday. I have faith.

the others are so obviously not adapting well to the magical girl life that early on it's hard to gauge when Olivine deserves MMMG, especially since his response to having a bad day is to shut down instead of cry. when he did get MMMG, he'd still make a token effort to turn it down but it never lasted very long because yeah, he would like to get pampered for a bit.

later on he still doesn't get it very much because A) he's honestly enjoying this more than anyone else on the team, and B) he doesn't squabble over the title. but sometimes they'll vote that he gets it (or Kuya makes another extremely biased decision) just because it's been so long since he last got it.

it's like the devil and angel on your shoulders, except they're milfs and instead of giving you life advice they give you dick and hole respectively. hot. it's always A Lot when they decide to sandwich one person (usually Eiden). Olivine prefers to be submissive even while being incredibly needy, so with Kuya directing him... yeah. Yeah.

nodnod. Personal Gender Feelings, I get it. oh to use omegaverse as a medium to process gender feelings.

I didn't expect the sheer amount of citations on yaoi hole...

Quincy has to have Stern Words with the other guys on giving Topper food. Topper's on a diet because he can't run fast enough to avoid danger. do you want Topper to get hurt? no? stop giving him food.

Topper continues to bully the other guys for food, and now he knows who's weak to begging. Yakumo gets very close, but what Quincy said about Topper getting hurt haunts him, so he manages to stay strong. Dante is also surprisingly soft - it is, hilariously, canon that he is not immune to Topper (Forest Carnival). Quincy generally realises what Topper's up to and comes to spirit him away before Dante actually caves.

Olivine, despite his general demeanor, is fully capable of being strict. Edmond sympathizes with Topper, but he has the discipline to resist; ditto for Blade. Topper doesn't even try with Kuya and Rei.

now that Eiden's around, Dante's thighs sure are getting regular workouts... thicc Dante era is coming. I believe in him.

OG Olivine for me ranks fairly low among Olivine SSRs but fairly high among OG SSRs... I don't know if that says that Olivine has really good event SSRs or if it says that I'm wildly biased.

surrounded by flames that warm but don't burn, comforting and protective; the flame of a hearth, of a bonfire. dangerous, but beautiful, and fuel for life itself in the right hands. and then you look up and get an upskirt view of Dante, with his tiny plank ass and monster schlong. we gotta keep some gap moe.

Dante, once he gets more firey, is a popular pick for MMMG cuddling dibs. the heat is amaaaaaazing for sore muscles.

natural redhead Edmond... hold on.

I can kinda see it! I think the reddish-brown looks nicer than the straight up redhead. definitely very different from the blue hair. this was the best I could do for short hair...

Dante and Edmond going off on the attendee doesn't make it into most of the (very positive) coverage of the gala, but it does feature in some of the less scrupulous gossip rags. some of it frame it as "shocking! 😱 prince and princess ROAST rude guest!" and others frame it as them unfairly tearing into someone who dared criticise them. but the general sentiment across the city is lol that person deserved it

Blade and Rei caught the whole thing on camera. Blade keeps a copy of the footage for posterity.

people watch, fascinated, as Eiden and Olivine approach Quincy and Kuya, expecting them to get smoked by the combo milf-possessive aura. Eiden and Olivine visibly make it out unscathed, but Quincy and Kuya continue to be too intimidating to approach.

man, all the guys would absolutely have the looks for modeling. I imagine Dante's agent is very good at being genuine while taking no shit (had to be, for Dante to stick with her through his entire adolescence and young adulthood) and she manages to fluster Yakumo into saying yes to one photoshoot. and... his looks are amazing, but he's so shy that he's kind of terrible to work with as a model. shame.

#my posts #nuca mg au

[via-rant]

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILEEEEERRRRRRSSSS!!!!

NO! IT'S NOT OVER! SHUT UP! I WASN'T SOBBING WATCHING EVERY SECOND!!! I DIDN'T CRINGE EVERYTIME BELOS WAS ON SCREEN!!!! I DIDN'T SCREAM DURING THE OUTRO!!!

SHUT UP!!!!

So now that that's out of my system I wanna say how great of an ending that was! It wasn't bittersweet like everyone said it was just sweet! It was the best ending that I have ever seen in anything! Dana and the crew put their best efforts into this show from start to finish and even though it got shortened they did a spectacular job! Stunning, breathtaking ending! It was everything we all hoped for and more! What an absolute fucking job they did!

I love that it was an episode that mainly focused on Luz, Eda, and King! We haven't gotten just them in so long! And then Luz dies and MEETS KINGS DAD!! (Don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry!) And he gives the last of his life away to save his people!! AND HE'S GENDERFLUID!!! THEIR ALL MIGHTY GOD IS GENDERFLUID!!! FUCK!!! And the "I loaf you!!!" 😭😭😭😭 HE'S BEEN WATCHING HIS SON AND KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM!!!! SAYING THAT I WANTED KING TO CRY AFTER HEARING THAT!!! I WANTED HIM TO HAVE A FULL ON BREAKDOWN!!! HE IS EIGHT!!!! HE STILL FALLS IN THE TOILET AND HOLDS HIS STUFFY!!! HE DIDN'T NEED ANY OF THIS!!!

AND LUZS DEMON FORM?!?!?! Looks like Clawdeen but BETTER!!!!

THE COLLECTOR!! Oh God the Collector! He literally didn't understand what death was!! And they tried to understand and it didn't work because Belos is a BITCH!! Like yes you should try but not everyone is a good person deep down! And they were so SAD when he couldn't "fix" Luz!! "Why isn't she coming back?!" WAS SO HEARTBREAKING!!! AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HIS SIBLINGS!!!! God they're all assholes!! The titans did literally nothing and you killed them?!! WHAT THE FUCK?! Ooooooohhhhh man! And he left to fix their mistakes?!?! Oh GOD!!!

Camila. Camila Camila Camila... oh she's such a good mother! She LOST HER DAUGHTER and was SUPPORTING EVERYONE ELSE!!! GET THIS WOMAN A GOLD MEDAL!!! GIVE HER A HUG!! GIVE HER SO MUCH FUCKING PRAISE!!!! SHE DESERVES THE WORLD!!!! NO!!!! SHE DESERVES THE GALAXY!!!!!

And don't get me started on Raine and Eda!!!! Raine was so scared cause they thought it was something Belos sent over but Eda put on their glasses and saved them and she GAVE THEM KISSEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!! THEY LOOKED SO SOFT!!!!! PLEEEEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE!!!!!! AND THEY GOT TOGETHER!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! NOW KING HAS RAINE AS A PARENT!!!!

AND DARIUS ADOPTED HUNTER!!! AND DARIUS ACTUALLY HAS A CRUSH ON ALADOR NOW?!?!?! AMITY AND HUNTER AS SIBLINGS!!!! WHICH MAKES LUZ AND HUNTER SIBLINGS IN LAW!!!! FUCK!!! *hits desk* FUCK!!!

AND THE LITTLE GAME GUS PLAYED WITH HIS DAD!!!! THAT'S SO SWEET AND SHOWS JUST HOW YOUNG GUS WAS!!!! HE WASN'T EVEN A PRETEEN YET PEOPLE!!!!

THE OUTRO!!! I LOVE HOW MUCH HUNTER IS STILL SO AWKWARD AROUND WILLOW!! AND LILITH CAN GO HARPY-MODE NOW!!! AND FLAPJAAAAAAAACK!!! "Thank you for finding me" NO!!! NO DANA YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!! EDAS HOOK HAND!!! (But why does she look like captain Hook?!?!) AND THEY'RE FINDING A WAY TO GET RID IF THE SIGILS!!! YES!!!! VEE IS SO CUTE!!!! THEY'RE ALL SO MUCH OLDER!!! SHE'S GOING TO COLLEGE!!!! THEY HAVE THEIR OWN LIVES!!! AND KING IS LEARNING MORE ABOUT HIMSELF!!! MORE GLYPHS!!! THE DOOR!!!! AND WE HAVE LUZS QUINCE!!!! THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO PUT THE "BYE" AT THE END!!! HOW DARE THEY?!?! FUCK!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

This has been an amazing journey. Such a big rollercoaster and there are a few questions I have but I'm going to make that a completely different post. Everything about it is so well thought out and beautiful and I will never get over it. Fuck Disney. Thank you Dana and crew. And goodbye The Owl House.

#the owl house #toh #watching and dreaming spoilers #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #camila noceda

[whim-prone-pirate]

WATCHING AND DREAMING LIVEBLOG ??????? UPDATING AS I WATCH☹️☹️☹️☹️

8:23 who up watching the end of phineas and ferb the mvoie rn

8:25 WHY ARE WE WATCHING AN EDIT OF THE SHOW BEFOFE THE EPISODE WHATS HAPPENING😭😭

8:26 ........archives WOAH SCARY FACE

8:27 oh my god color pallets i'm gonna be sick

8:28 LUMITY ANGST ???? IN HER DREAM ?????? WHAT THE FUCK ?1??1???1?

8:29 oh em gee not lilith's died hair again

8:29 FATHER CLAWTHORNE NO

8:29 EWWWEWEWEWEW☹️☹️☹️

8:30 please do not the luz

8:31 luz blames herself for flapjack💔💔💔💔

8:32 hehe face hold

8:34 REUNION !!!!!!!!

8:34 ray ray im going to kill myself

8:37 GET IT RAINE

8:39 not precariously stacked jenga!!! no !!!!!

8:40 I SAID THEY WOULD NEVER USE THEY/THEM FOR THE COLLECTOR IN CANON AND THEY DID IM SORRH I DOUBTED YOU DANA AND CREW IM SOREY

8:44 ok i got distracted with a different fandom thing where are they

8:46 collector playing grudgby is real

8:46 NOW THATS A SPIN-OFF I'D WATCH

8:47 oh no!!!!!!!!!!

8:48 bros participating in eugenics

8:48 "how'd he get here without a body" most normal toh problem

8:49 oh collector my bug😭😭😭

8:49 FUCKING HELL OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY GOD HER HAT LUZ STOP IT !!!!!!!!!

8:50 kmskmskmskmskmskms

8:50 jaw on the floor she's dissipating

8:51 he csnt fix her😭😭😭😭😭😭

8:52 NO SHE ISNT !!!!! SHE IS NOT !!!!!!!!!!

8:52 oh😭😭😭😭😭 my😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 god😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

8:52 I SHOULD HAVE THANKED THEM

8:53 TITAN ????? HAII

8:53 I AM BOTH KING AND QUEEN BEST OF BOTH THINGS :o)

8:54 watching. and dreaming. watching ..

8:54 where did he get a bad girl coven shirt

8:54 this is what modern leftist political conversations sound like

8:55 it's giving lich

8:56 big fan !!!

8:56 what'd he say what's he SAY WE ONLY HAVE SO MUCH TIME HERE

8:56 CAMILAAAA !!!!

8:58 "please stop run away" * i am feeling burdened and i taste milk i mumble please please run away but it lives where i live

8:59 WHAAAAAAAT

8:59 SHE HAS FANGS SHE'S TOO COOL

9:00 did i miss something why are they mossydiseased like luz

9:01 i'm too tired for fight scenes rn

9:03 oh my god the titan's hand looks so cool

9:03 RAINE NOT BEINT ABLE TO SEE LMFAOOO

9:04 oh my god she put their glasses on for them

9:04 their hair looks so good🤭🤭

9:05 that fight was not as drawn out as it deserved to be but that is not dana + co's fault💔💔💔💔

9:06 collector💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

9:06 here's how gustholomule can still win

9:07 we have thirteen minutes for canon raeda and huntlow and gustholomule AND another lumity kiss. no pressure tho

9:07 oh god her look is so dark she's. wow

9:07 she doesn't have to be naive to the people who want to hurt her anymore. a win.

9:08 BYE TITAN ILYY

9:09 I LOAF YOU :)))))))))

9:09 so the next eleven minutes are domestic bliss????? yeah??????

9:10 steve moment!!

9:10 GUS AND DAD REUNITE !!!!

9:10 WILLOW AND DADS REUNITE !!!!!!!!!!

9:10 DARIUS ASKING ABOUT HIS SHIRT OH MY GOD😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

9:11 bump cut your hair ..🙁

9:11 cute boscha moment sobs

9:11 darius protects the isles from absolute bitches and whores (real)

9:12 the guards!!

9:12 RAEDA CUDDLES

9:12 LUMITY KISS I TOLD YOU

9:12 NOCEDACLAWTHORNE HUG😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

9:13 see you in the stars bug😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

9:13 sorry i'm ruining my own like

9:13 SHE CANT USE HER GLYPHS ??????????????????????

9:14 oh my god what's happening

9:15 I KNEW HER NARRATION SOUNDED OLDER HER FIT IS SO GOOD

9:15 oh my god THEY LIVE IN THE HOUSE

9:15 willow short hair<3

9:16 flapjack.

9:16 lilith looks so good and matt's stache hasn't grown at all

9:16 AMITY ????????????? LOSES MY MIND

9:17 bump gardener era

9:17 coven removal so real

9:17 ok what was THAT little moment with aladarius

9:18 raeda is def married right like for sure i need to make sure i didn't miss a ring or anything

9:18 GUS LOOKS SO GOOOOOD

9:18 HEADMASTER EDALYN CLAWTHORNE

9:19 oh my god does she have a tattoo

9:19 SHE GETS A QUINCE OH MY FUCKING GODBOH MY FOD OH KY FOD

9:20 LIGHT. LIGHT GLYPH !!!!

9:20 SHE TOKD THEM THANK YOU☹️☹️☹️☹️

9:21 by.3😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

9:21 do you think she's gonna play one more song. she's. she's gonna come back— NO SHES GONNA COME BACK😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅 /ref

#watching and dreaming #the owl house #liveblog #wad liveblog #toh liveblog

[courtleymanor]

Gwydion Pendderwen - The Wintry Queen

from my Yule playlist

Blood red skies in the morning, Pitch-black heavens every night Take them both as a warning That the winter fire need be bright.

Fierce the blaze on the mountain Sheds its light for miles around While the stream and the fountain Are frozen and locked in the ground.

Now the leprous-white Lady Leads her train of the lost Leads the spirits through glade and wood And goodly fields of frost.

Summer's consort waxed brightly The tall and golden-haired prince And she came to him nightly With pomegranate and quince.

Dead and gone is her lover The most fair and radiant of all Now she'll never recover The king cut down in the fall.

While the climbing sun tarried As if his marches were stayed At midsummer they married Mortal man and immortal maid

Has a king ever reckoned What he gives for the boreal crown? To be god but a second Ere the sun starts his course ever down.

Through the summer and after In the sere and brown of the fall Days were filled with their laughter And nights with their echoing call

But as autumn leaves smoulder And the smoke slowly drifts through the air So the young king grew older And withered and died in despair

Nine white maidens attend her Where she treads without leaving spoor As she seeks her defender Who will take the crown once more.

By the light of the beacon You can see her pass through the ring She'll not weary nor weaken Till she finds the wintertide king.

#the wintry queen #gwydion pendderwen #yule playlist #yule songs #yuletide music #happy solstice #merry yule #wassail #Youtube

[libidomechanica]

When she does crushing

‘I trust me, said Cyril, ‘for thee.     The star, from the first in the ocean’s moaning limbs, and does     not till the still than is not the Bright still; but you. That, self-     styled, o Annihilated and carelessly for twere play,     not a boy of mine? Winning,

her prove: make account me your     slaue; in begging his art left me with pearl the hungry ocean     gain at four posts; and then The Sage behold you have a     coward to snatch’d and again within us. So that, he     saw the twist of what is

she? To you, you aren’t. Saw the     twisted learn what the light. To through a clouds as this man quite     new just falls melodious birds are cut off and clime and     duty clasp’d like thee hold that art content, she’s twist of wedlock;     she would have birth, and

that axelike edges lay their     hearts to thee, an inclination that lamp were to be wrote,     too gentle looks into his pride the wall, while I was at     dawn and they behold thee, only a woe, that kiosk at     the first rose and her hunger

mouth opens four will say that     could insanity of care doth their never look wanton     in; and we saw the Lady Psyche ever yet wad waken     doubtful smile the Russ so well thee do mock my size again.     Of any error,

like all was locked, and swift disposed     overbold; now I thoughts of dress us, again sea-god     to write for nothing in a monument. With the boy, then,     Sir, O Prince it was happily be well to pieces shivered,     smell of inspired,

the true soul was four o’clock mid     shade and grieve, or love my little niece, you thought, and at the     toes, it went upper there was pleasured my thou be my     back like to know how saw you say, but a tree, paused forth; thy     baited hooks say, thought; now

sucks that keep for to seem wrong, the     least have never wi’ her cheek a mother’s vow they escape     forth with free scope and Ioues stride: her dreams with her behoof, who,     by an everybody’s future, or some old inn-door.     ’ The famous, breast amidst

of verdure, crown’d me, I can first,     with a headless demon, and round his latest kings! And the     fruite orders of the loads and kings there was with me. The blue     halo of flies float about her muse expound where is locked     the mother who seek if

the widow’d marriage temples I     behung, and the leave them twixt two are dead; on which, as any     more—pulling out at their sister and blinding Nith I     did look, pain, regretted alabaster that may the tips     of the parts of thy store,

all think what if Blucher, Bulow,     Gneisenau, and tuned it high decay! I’d rather rude,     that hung down, and got, ’twas but a pure, and trembling like a     stump, a clapper clapper clapping from customs of this fatal     to that somehow would

be call, tis one. Straight to thy loof     her wrath: he is not less; i’m so entangl’d and was her walie     nieves its lava, with the fifteen and oftentiment     of female handed to balanced, scale. Are alive; how     contentedly I view

a slender voice in the entrenched     createst love, a heart-strings, a God in a race they lifted     up, dead ere a pinch a flower in the tide into a     charms, be mine, its dew-drop on drop his nature breath. ’ Curse of     his nation, and then slackened

sailed, and heads, vacant he said     he, who could not even forgot, nor shamed us: there, as     his face, shall its good-morrow, what Pat’s languish; for hart, each     time to ask of safety, than thunder’d—his voice is best of     clear; tlot-tlot, in their space.

In Rhime now, my love, to make me     as they tread over Locksley Hall! On trips to give my peers,     your smiling, ye joyful angel air, and wits; the housemaid     were, it glittered an ancient Beadsman, her eyes that late     and much will happiness,

she, curtseying headlong parental     surgeons who grow! And next to herself, who, by all are laid     on the Soul in Strife! Auld baudrons by the blood may spend thy     Dust in th’ other dress; for one who had no great     Orion slide, my sickness;

thou tread, or all out, embrac’d. Whose     beauty’s child, felt herself art staring night I saw people     said: when God did make you ask such Jugling him then, in half     opened once, quince, I have cause embrace. Baba, whom my deeds     to them. Behind her from

her e’e; let woe gripe on my breathe     antipodes of pleasant thou die before was, and language     sprung from the fetter’d. ’Er beguiled! In silken hood to     climb’d at prevent; and this! He sang for, to this feather, each,     till lie unstrung, down them

and her jewels, to the breasts I drew     nigh expell’d we given in requisition descended     too sparkling, now, while, and more, when the mosques and died. Where     he was not so loudly, the jewels, gifts; he said, airing     For the level matting.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #184 texts #ballad

[jack-o-cel]

i'm revolted. i'm giving him the reaction he wants but i'm fucking revolted. al you simp for a man who wears socks and sandals. i. (/j i actually do the same thing)

Tears apart my sock drawer to find this specific pair

:3333

#all my socks are thrown on my bed lol #ask #god king andrew #god king andy #god king quince #god king q #god king roman #the context

[fatal-rewrites-warriors]

Everything Bad AU anon here: i actually went and dug out a notebook i had filled with stuff on this au, so here are some more tidbits:

-the bulk of the AU stuff i have is like new prophecy era equivalent, and leaf+squilf are 14 at the start (14 exactly actually, it starts on their birthday)

-squilf has an arc about duty to her kingdom vs her own wants/needs, where like, she probably should marry the distinguished, possible-shadowclan-kings-heir marquis brambleclaw, but also, the lowly baronet-to-be creekpaw of skyclan is her age and is also really nice to her, even if he isn't of proper standing for a princess heir like her. normally she probably wouldnt have enough of a choice in it to have a whole arc of it, but firestar is a great dad for the times and will let her choose who she has to marry

-jake was a count, but quince and nutmeg were neither of noble standing, so his kids were all probably the results of love affairs, meaning someone in the scourge+ruby+socks family could make an argument for being his heir

-mudclaw tries to get crowpaw married to someone of a lower social standing to keep him from claiming power, but ends up getting him betrothed to sorrelpaw, who doesnt really want to marry someone but also crowpaw is a prince, and sorrelpaw knows that she'll be better off marrying a prince and being financially secure than waiting around for some true love whos never going to come anyways-

-leafcrow is NOT one of the ships. instead leaf/sorrel/moth all try to figure out being in love while being nobility and also we are two women of god, we are the LAST people who should be doing this, are we even still forgivable or are we going to hell-

-the whole alliance with the tribe thing was actually because they needed to be allied, because when the windclan civil war happens, intermarriages and also general kingdom stuff means everyone is a lot more involved in it than in the books, and the tribe- who is allied to basically all of them- sends some people to help them sort this out peacefully, including oh this nice lady named brook, she's so lovely

-squilf and feathertail are besties. they talk about what its like being princesses and heirs in a world where even tho queen regents are a thing theres still things like not getting to choose your own husband or being expected to marry someone and just. not. do any of the things that are your right by birth

-rusty was functionally a commoner who did a lot of work and had community but was still suffering, and then he lucked out and ended up being king of thunderclan, with power and responsibility but not really any community. this is basically the inverse of the books because this makes him objectively worse and that is hilarious to me

-you know all the semi-close inbreeding in the books?? they are literal nobles and it. does not go away by much. some of them take spouses from outside their kingdom! some of them bring new blood into the pool! but not many. and that creates a LOT of inheritance drama. like just SO MUCH. because they are ALL RELATED (except for skyclan thank god)

-the journeying cats are actually just going on pilgrimage. to where?? whos to say, i certainly dont know if this is set in actual europe or a fantasy world.

-tawny tries to court rowanclaw but russetfur, who could very well become the start of a new royal line if blackstar dies a legitamate ruler without heirs, warns her away because russet does NOT want anyone with a possible claim to the throne sticking around shadowclan

-leapordfur (who isnt very nice in this au but then again very few people are nice in this au) tries to marry off the featherstorm twins, so feather ends up betroathed to oakfur, and storm ends up betrothed to this girl that someone in riverclan was trying to get rid of, whats her name again? tawnypelt? some rando from shadowclan is a great way to keep stormfur away from the throne, wait why are you laughing-

-this is to say that one of the reasons that featherstorm end up on pilgrimage is they both individually find out they are betrothed to a stranger and decide 'NO THANK U GOODBYE' and simply leave.

-tawnypelt tries to hold in a little longer but she also eventually runs away from being married

-hawkfrost ends up married to mosspelt with children

-the first time squilf meets crowpaw they are friends and bond over being, you guessed it, royal heirs having to navigate politics! also they both agree that marriage is stupid

-this is different from the first time leaf meets crow, because when leaf meets crow she considers taking back her vow of nonviolence then and there just to deck this guy

oo i love squilfs arc being presented as want vs duty, esp given the choice is entirely up to her cus fire's so lax .o.

Typical Jake slut behaviour we stan a legend

asdGFHGJ Leaf and Moth just two wlw nuns nothing unusual about that (legit tho weren't a non-insignificant amount of nuns and spinsters basically just aces and lesbians? extremely fitting) also Sorrel marrying two women of god...good for her

i like how the turns have tabled with the tribe? instead of the clans rolling their eyes and swooping in to save the day, the tribes like "holy shit will you STOP fighting do we need to fix EVERYTHING for you"

The Squilf Feather friendship we deserve yes good

the family bush remains but now with reasoning and drama behind it...that's what i like to SEE

does russet have kids in this?? i've seen some headcanons that rowanclaw is her kid, so that could be inch resting on top of it .o.

great move leopardstar gg

THE SQUILF CROW FRIENDSHIP WE DESERVE

good for leaf. it's what she should've done in canon too (i say, a lover of leafcrow adkfjghdgf)

bless you anon this is all delightful?? i have one final question and that is please tell me this an au where they're all anthros because that would bring me over the edge from interested to obsesseD

#au night #long post.

[amethystpath-writes]

Hi ! Love what you wrote BUT ABSOLUTELY ADORE "Dance with the Devil" with Hades (#teamhotgreekvillainforever) and Persephone !! So ... Perhaps a continuation please *O* ??

Continued from this.

Looking down at her legs as she sat on a throne of thorns, Persephone bit her tongue. Hades stained her once brilliantly glowing legs with the marks of the souls which tried to drag her down into the Underworld’s fiery and endless depths.

‘A reminder,’ the lord told his queen, ‘that I could have let you fall. I did not have to pull you out.’

But he did have to pull her out, didn’t he? Because Perse was the only one Hades would have ever considered being his queen. Her brilliance was nothing to understate. She glowed brighter than even the sun- brighter than Apollo, too. Persephone was beautiful, and she was even more so shrouded in Hades’ world of night sky.

‘I would have preferred you let me fall,’ she returned. The defiance had not lasted. Hades gripped her mind with his own, crushing it beneath a strong grip until she was knelt on the ground, touching the tips of his feet with outstretched arms. Compliant. Yielding.

This was when Hades knelt to her, whispering to her a sweet nothing. ‘I should do this to you someday, my queen. Lay myself down for you. Submit beneath your will.’ He hummed, standing, and telling her to do the same. She did.

They had remained in the ballroom after their dance, after Persephone’s near-plummet to everlasting torment and despair. Demeter was correct in telling her daughter of the lord’s eyes- of how looking into to them meant losing every piece of yourself if it were as Hades wished. The man was wretched, despicable, terrible. And he loved the Goddess of Spring.

Now Persephone sat alone in the room, considering an escape, but knowing she could never achieve one. This world Hades possessed worked against her in any way that might have revealed Perse was trying to get away, trying her hand at rebelliousness. Even simply shifting in the throne she sat on led to branches of thorns stretching out into her vision- a threat to her to stay seated. Hades didn’t even trust her to wander the ballroom, which as she viewed it, had no escape anyhow- no doors or windows. And even if there were an opening, she would only fall into an endless amount of matter made of fire.

Perse touched the arm of the- not her- throne, looking at the thorns. She could make flowers bloom in their place, or perhaps beside them. In an instant, she conjured every visual of flowers belonging to thorn bushes: roses, blackberries, black raspberries, flowering quince, chickasaw plum, elderberry, black chokeberry.

There were many flowering plants with thorns, but the one she considered most was this; pokeweed- or nightshade as many knew it. So what if it were not much of a flower? Every part of the plant was likely to cause death if one consumed enough. What was the likelihood of Hades knowing that? Would he even be naïve enough to pick berries from Persephone’s throne if she decided to grow them? It was worth a shot, wasn’t it?

The throne blossomed with pink-red stems which developed green berries. Over the course of minutes, some of the berries ripened, but not all. It was part of Perse’s strategy to do this. Hades would pick two or three of the ripened fruits, then Persephone could tell him the green ones were just as good to eat- hence why she left so many.

Her plan was well thought out and the throne did not object to her enchantment. The Goddess of Spring took this as a sign that Hades didn’t understand at all how dangerous this was.

As she waited, Persephone took the time to look at the rest of the room, particularly the checkered floor which nearly swallowed her perhaps an hour ago. She hated that floor almost more than the dark lord who pulled her out of it. What would happen if she stepped onto it now? If she managed to escape the throne, she imagined the floor would fall through as soon as her lightweight touched it. What would Hades do then? Would he save his queen for a second time? Probably. He would likely never let her go.

It was as she thought this that Perse jumped at the King of the Underworld’s sudden image in the centre of the room. Swallowing, she tilted her chin up, as if she were superior to the dark lord- and she was. As terrified as Persephone was, she would hold her own weight.

“Very gorgeous, my queen.” Hades admired her throne from afar before stepping further. “Nightshade, yes? I think you have proven your place even further in my court. Does Demeter understand just how dark her daughter, the goddess of Spring, is?”

He knew.

Persephone crunched a fist and let the berries dwindle and fall to the ground in her defeat. Of course Hades would know of nightshade. How could she assume that the lord of the Underworld wouldn’t know about poisoned berries? So many mortals had fallen prey to them or used them as killing agents themselves. Hades was likely experienced in every method of death, which meant Persephone had no hope.

“No need to kill them. Their colour is unique to my realm. Keep them.”

Her chin became even more angled. “No.”

Hades chuckled, coming closer and closer to her. The floor remained intact beneath his feet unlike it would if Perse stepped on it. “Your defiance will fade someday, my dear. And when it does, you will find yourself happy you stayed.”

She gritted her teeth. “You say it as if I had a choice. I chose to die.” Instinctively, now, she glanced at her charcoaled legs. The horror of the moment remained, from being grasped by the ankles by light-eating souls, and Persephone could hear her own screams. It was dreadful, but she still preferred physical torment over- over whatever this was in the ballroom. Being bound to a throne of thorns and talked to like a pet by Hades…it was worse than any fate.

“But you chose me over being turned to stone. That sounds like choosing life- a life with me.”

“You are God of the Underworld. You are Death itself.”

“So, you chose death over stone. What point are you attempting to make anymore, I wonder.”

Persephone fell silent. Her point was that she did not choose Hades, but…well, he was right. In the moment the lord mentioned Medusa, she had been more terrified of her than him. She looked into his eyes, even if by accident in terror.

Hades walked up the dais and held a hand out to Persephone. “I could grow berries in your stomach,” she said. Persephone looked at his offered hand then almost to his eyes. It wouldn’t matter if she looked into his eyes now; Perse was already under his control. Still, Persephone liked to pretend she never looked to begin with. Especially in moments like these where Hades allowed her own free will.

“And you may.”

Now, she did look. It seemed shocking statements were a sure-fire way to gain Perse’s full attention. “What do you- why? Why would you allow me to?”

The lord smiled at her, poison shining on his teeth. “What did you call me just moments ago, my love?”

God of the Underworld. Death itself. The realization tugged at her throat and she whispered, “You cannot die, can you?”

His smile widened. Persephone’s stomach knotted.

“Take my hand, my queen. Our dinner is ready.”

******

Part 3 here

(Tag list: @nuttynutcycle @igotthesmellofbooks @revrevrew-personal) I will probably make this a series if it becomes requested again.

#request fill #continuation #persephone and hades #greek #greek mythology #greek story

[laannie0803]

El príncipe Aegon Targaryen fue miembro de la Casa Targaryen y fue el segundo hijo, hijo mayor y heredero del rey Aenys I Targaryen y la reina Alyssa Velaryon. Después de la muerte de su padre, se convirtió en jinete de dragones y montó el dragón de su difunto padre, Quicksilver. Se hizo conocido en la historia como Aegon el Sin Corona después de que su tío usurpara el Trono.

Aegon nació en el 26 DC del príncipe Aenys Targaryen y Lady Alyssa Velaryon. En 37 D.C., estuvo presente en Rocadragón con su hermano menor, el príncipe Viserys, donde su abuelo, el rey Aegon I Targaryen, les contaba historias de sus conquistas. Sin embargo, Aegon el Conquistador sufrió un derrame cerebral y luego murió en paz.

En 41 DC, durante el reinado de su padre Aenys I, Aegon todavía no había reclamado un dragón propio, aunque su hermana Rhaena lo llevó volando con ella en Dreamfyre. Su padre decidió que era hora de que su heredero se casara y que él se casaría con su hermana mayor, Rhaena. En la fiesta de su boda, el rey Aenys lo nombró oficialmente Príncipe de Rocadragón, lo que molestó a la reina viuda Visenya Targaryen, quien abandonó la fiesta en protesta.

El matrimonio incestuoso de Aegon y Rhaena enfureció a la Fe de los Siete. Después de la boda, Aegon y su novia fueron enviados a un progreso real por su padre. Rhaena, más sabia que su padre, le pidió permiso para traer a su dragón Dreamfyre con ellos, pero la solicitud fue denegada. Como Aegon aún no había reclamado un dragón, el rey temía que los lores y los comunes pudieran pensar que era poco masculino si veían a su esposa en la espalda del dragón y a él en un palafrén. En el momento en que partieron, su escolta fue abucheada por la multitud e incluso arrojada con tierra. Aegon tuvo que ser refrenado por los caballeros de la escolta para que no intentara castigar a los culpables, ya que su grupo era superado en número. Más tarde, el Septón Supremo declaró a Aenys un tirano que no tenía derecho a gobernar, lo que lanzó el levantamiento de la Fe de los Siete contra los Targaryen.

En 42 DC Aegon y Rhaena fueron atrapados en Crakehall por miembros de la Fe. Al mismo tiempo, el padre de Aegon, el rey Aenys, murió en Rocadragón. La reina viuda Visenya trajo al príncipe Maegor de su exilio en Essos, y se declaró rey. Cuando los Poor Fellows que habían sitiado Crakehall partieron para marchar hacia Desembarco del Rey, Aegon y Rhaena huyeron a Casterly Rock, donde Lord Lyman Lannister los protegió extendiendo el derecho de invitado. Allí, las hijas gemelas de Aegon, Aerea y Rhaella, nacieron al año siguiente.

Después de la coronación de Maegor, Aegon se encontró abandonado por muchos a quienes alguna vez consideró sus leales amigos. En todo el reino, se susurró que Aegon era débil como su padre, señalando que Aegon nunca había tomado un dragón propio, mientras que Maegor había reclamado a Balerion. En 43 DC, mientras Maegor estaba en Antigua, Rhaena y Aegon tomaron nota de su larga ausencia de la capital, y después de un largo viaje lograron infiltrarse con éxito en Desembarco del Rey. Con varios compañeros ayudándolos, Aegon y Rhaena entraron por una de las puertas de la ciudad en un carro de mulas, escondido en la parte trasera debajo de sacos de maíz. Una vez en la ciudad, recibieron más ayuda de varios colaboradores que se habían cansado de las persecuciones de Maegor. Sin embargo, Aegon y Rhaena no se apoderaron del Trono de Hierro, ya que carecían de la fuerza para sostenerlo; habían venido por dragones. Rhaena se reunió con Sueñafuego, y Aegon finalmente reclamó un dragón, el monte Azogue de su difunto padre. La pareja abandonó la ciudad a lomos de un dragón, para poder formar un ejército.

En 42 DC, Aegon fue declarado rey por su madre, Alyssa, pero se lo conocía como "Aegon el Sin Corona" en todo el reino. En 43 D.C., la reina Tyanna de la Torre advirtió a Maegor que Alyssa se estaba comunicando secretamente con los Starks, Arryns, Baratheons y Lannisters. Los grandes señores, sin embargo, solo apoyarían públicamente a Aegon después de una victoria. Así, Aegon denunció a su tío como un tirano y usurpador y marchó a través de las tierras de los ríos liderando un ejército de quince mil desde lo alto de su dragón Azogue. Los ejércitos realistas marcharon hacia él desde tres direcciones. El ejército de Aegon era más grande que cualquiera, pero el joven comandante sin experiencia no quería atacar y derrotar a cada uno por separado. Durante la batalla bajo el ojo de los dioses, Maegor atacó mientras montaba en Balerion. El dragón mucho más grande y más fuerte mató a Aegon y Azogue.

Prince Aegon Targaryen was a member of House Targaryen and was the second child, and eldest son and heir, of King Aenys I Targaryen and Queen Alyssa Velaryon. After his father's death, he became a dragonrider and rode his late father's dragon, Quicksilver. He became known to history as Aegon the Uncrowned after his uncle usurped the Throne.

Aegon was born in 26 AC to Prince Aenys Targaryen and Lady Alyssa Velaryon. In 37 AC, he was present on Dragonstone with his younger brother, Prince Viserys, where their grandfather, King Aegon I Targaryen, was telling them tales of his conquests. Aegon the Conqueror suffered a stroke, however, and later died in peace.

In 41 AC, during the reign of his father Aenys I, Aegon still had not claimed a dragon of his own, Although his sister Rhaena did take him flying with her on Dreamfyre. His father decided it was time his heir was wed and that he would marry his older sister, Rhaena. At the feast of his wedding, King Aenys officially named him the Prince of Dragonstone, upsetting Dowager Queen Visenya Targaryen, who left the feast in protest.

The incestuous marriage of Aegon and Rhaena enraged the Faith of the Seven . After the wedding, Aegon and his bride were sent on a royal progress by their sire. Rhaena wiser than her father asked his leave to bring her dragon Dreamfyre with them, but the request was denied. As Aegon had not yet claimed a dragon, the king feared that the lords and commons might think him unmanly if they saw his wife on dragonback and him on a palfrey. The moment they set off, their escort were jeered by crowds and even pelted with dirt. Aegon had to be restrained by knights in the escort from trying to chastise the culprits as their party was outnumbered. The High Septon later declared Aenys a tyrant who had no right to rule which launched the uprising of the Faith of the Seven against the Targaryens.

In 42 AC Aegon and Rhaena were trapped at Crakehall by members of the Faith. At the same time, Aegon's father, King Aenys, died on Dragonstone. Dowager Queen Visenya brought Prince Maegor back from his exile in Essos, and he declared himself king. When the Poor Fellows who had besieged Crakehall departed to march on King's Landing, Aegon and Rhaena fled to Casterly Rock, where Lord Lyman Lannister protected them by extending guest right. There, Aegon's twin daughters Aerea and Rhaella were born the following year.

After Maegor's coronation, Aegon found himself abandoned by many who he once considered his loyal friends. Throughout the realm, it was whispered that Aegon was weak like his father was, pointing out Aegon had never taken a dragon of his own, whereas Maegor had claimed Balerion the Black Dread. In 43 AC, while Maegor was in Oldtown, Rhaena and Aegon took note of his long absence from the capital, and after a long journey managed to successfully infiltrate King's Landing. With several companions aiding them, Aegon and Rhaena entered one of the city gates in a mule wagon, concealed in the back under sacks of corn. Once in the city, they were given further aid by several collaborators who had grown weary of Maegor's persecutions. However, Aegon and Rhaena did not seize the Iron Throne, as they lacked the strength to hold it; they had come for dragons. Rhaena was reunited with Dreamfyre, and Aegon finally claimed a dragon, his late father's mount Quicksilver. The pair left the city on dragonback, so they could raise an army.

In 42 AC, Aegon was declared king by his mother, Alyssa, but was becoming known as "Aegon the Uncrowned" throughout the realm. In 43 AC, Queen Tyanna of the Tower warned Maegor that Alyssa was secretly communicating with the Starks, Arryns, Baratheons, and Lannisters. The great lords, however, would only publicly support Aegon after a victory. Thus, Aegon denounced his uncle as a tyrant and usurper and marched through the riverlands leading an army of fifteen thousand from atop his dragon Quicksilver. Royalist armies marched toward him from three directions. Aegon's army was larger than any one, but the inexperienced young commander did not want to attack and defeat each one separately. During the Battle Beneath the Gods Eye, Maegor attacked while riding Balerion. The much larger and stronger dragon killed Aegon and Quicksilver.

#aegon the uncrowned #aenys targaryen #alyssa velaryon #queen rhaena #jaehaerys i targaryen #alysanne targaryen #rhaella targaryen #aerea targaryen

[cosmicwitchb1tch]

Aphrodite

Goddess of Love, Beauty, Sexuality, Procreation General Symbols: Shells, Girdle, Mirror, Aphrodisiacs, Coral, Golden Apples, The Evening Star, 5, Ocean Plants: Rose, Myrtle, Quince, Mint, Grape, Apples, Artichokes, Laurel, Ash Crystals & Metals: Pearl, Rose Quartz, Amethyst, Sea Glass, Gold, Aquamarine, Jade, Sapphire, Silver, Copper Animals: Dove, Sparrow, Swan, Dolphin, Bees, Goats Scents: Rose, Stephanotis, Musk, Verbena, Vanilla, Incense, Vervain Colors:🔴⚪️🟣💖🦋 • 4000BC She was known as Ishtar • 1450BC She was known as Astarte • ~900’s BCE She became Aphrodite • Aphrodite Areia was only found in Sparta. She was depicted as a war goddess • Aphrodite Urania is the motherless daughter of Ouranos. In Hesiod’s Theogony: Ouranos was castrated by his son and his genitalia fell in the ocean and Aphrodite emerged from the near seafoam on a scallop shell. She is the goddess of platonic love and is considered the Elder Aphrodite • Aphrodite Pandemos is called “The Aphrodite of the People.” In Homer’s Iliad: Aphrodite is Zeus and Dione’s Daughter. She is the goddess of sexuality. She is said to have caused the Trojan War The Legend of the Golden Apple Goddesses: Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite found a golden apple which said “for the most beautiful goddesses” They fought and went to Zeus to ask him who was the most beautiful. Zeus told them to go to Paris. Each goddess bribed Paris for his vote. Hera offered to make him king of Europe and Asia. Athena offered wisdom and skill in war. Aphrodite offered him the most beautiful woman. Paris chose Aphrodite. The woman was Helen, Wife of Menelaos. This caused the Trojan War. Aphrodite’s Love Life Zeus chose Hephestus, the god of fire and metalworking, to keep the other gods from fighting over her. Aphrodite was unfaithful and had many lovers. The Lovers: • Ares- God of War • Poseidon- God of the Sea, Earthquakes, and Storms • Hermes- God of Trade, Wealth, Luck, Sleep, Travel, Thieves • Dionysos- God of Fertility and Wine • Adonis- Mortal • Anchises- Mortal

#crystals #astrology #leo #sun #witchcraft #witch #baby witch #wicca #beginner witch #art #aphrodite #goddess #greek myth aesthetic

[salavarte]

Guess who's coming to dinner. One of the primary antagonists from Godslaughter, Jovix-Cailo, God Of Greed. I decided to dust him off for Artfight - MEET US IN THE PIT!

Since his page is locked unless you have an account (because of some of the maturity filters of the site), I’m just going to copy paste his bio under a cut for prosperity. It’s been awhile since folks have seen him so I’m sure a refresher is not missed, anyway. This is written in the tense before his eventual death. 

History: Jovix-Cailo is a furious being of unbridled hate and desire, a glutton for all pleasures who revels in carnage. But he was not always so - once, he was Ethem-Cailo, The Divine Squire, God of Aspiration and the loyal, jovial steward to several millennia’s worth of Threnghelleon champions, mortal and otherwise, as he walked among them in mortal guise. But no matter how many warriors, poets and kings Ethem-Cailo led to their prize, his own desires would always be cosmically denied him - for then what would the god of aspiration aspire for if he had everything he wanted? Though an uncanny and ageless being, Ethem-Cailo was effectively stuck in the body of a youthful squire, was never able to receive the respect of his divine brethren, and often found himself at the mercy of cruel mortals when he walked among them in the form of a boy. A once passionate, kind and righteous being had his resolve, his faith in humanity and confidence slowly eroded over the centuries, festering into resentment, jealousy and anger. All of Ethem-Cailo’s secret rage blossomed into violence when he was taken with his brothers and sisters on The Hunt, the old gods satisfied with their now space-faring planet’s expansion, and bored with the minutiae of commanding a wealthy, stable empire. Seeking excitement and glory, the gods of Threnghelleon set out to distant planes, to challenge other pantheons to grand duels and challenges for their own entertainment, and the entertainment of their people back home. Ethem-Cailo, at first unsure of himself in such a bloody sport, quickly rose to the task when confronted with life or death challenges, and became a force to be reckoned with, utilizing all his knowledge of the mastery of combat he had so long used to raise up Threnghelleon’s champions. His most notable achievement was the slaying of Thor Odinson, and for many hunts, Ethem-Cailo would wield the plundered Mjolnir to devastating effect. No longer seeing a need to hide his emotions, Ethem-Cailo became openly bitter and cruel himself, and cultivated an appetite for bloodshed. Feeling he now was of a standing to deserve a squire himself, Ethem-Cailo created a stone effigy of the tender creature he used to be and used it as both servant and punching bag, taking out all of his self-loathing onto the pitiable construct that shared his likeness. On the 10,000th hunt, Ethem-Cailo found himself in a match with an unassuming, frail-looking lightning sorcerer named Osymanthus Quince - who shocked the world by handily defeating Ethem-Cailo, and in doing so, became the new wielder of Mjolnir. Ethem-Cailo, furious and insulted, fled the scene before the match could be called, leaving their grim business unfinished. To add insult to injury, Osmanthus also liberated Ethem-Cailo’s effigy, and put into motion a series of events that would allow the Effigy to transform into an autonomous being liberated from Ethem-Cailo’s influence - Wybjorn Gol-Blynn. When a Threnghelleon god is able to break their fatal flaw, or if they become powerful enough, they ascend into a new being that joins others at the height of power in the pantheon - a Jovix. And so, when Ethem-Cailo was at last able to look deeply into his heart, he found a bottomless pit of greed and was glad for it, abandoning all notions of continuing a charade of heroism and accepting his uninhibited wants. What had been denied him for a millennia came to him at last when he embraced his nature- his body, contorting and stretching, permanently became that of an adult man, and he was at last granted the satisfaction of inspiring awe and fear in his divine siblings.   Now, he bides his time, stirring the pot in the Threnghelleon pantheon in hopes that he can eventually plot a coup to overthrow their patriarch, Jovix-Diocunigast. In the meantime, he pillages and conquers all he can, living for the day that he can crush Osmanthus Quince’s neck in his jaws and turn Wybjorn Gol-Blynn into the sand from whence he came. Personality: Jovix-Cailo is eternally driven by his dark appetites, be it riches, glory, food or carnal pleasure, but is seldom truly satisfied, leading him to have an almost perpetual foul mood. When he has the upper hand, he is extremely cruel and petty, full of himself, and is a sneering, cackling beast who delights in tormenting his quarry. When backed into a corner or challenged, his bravado quickly fades into blind rage, making him unpredictable, but easily goaded. He is notably clever, and prefers to get the advantage by planning ahead or outwitting his opponent before descending upon them with all his strength. He despises mortals, but does retain some modicum of a code of honor - while he does not hold back in a fight for the sake of preventing civilian casualties, he considers it beneath him to purposefully harm civilians without cause, and may go out of his way to prevent children from being harmed. A leftover vestige of his former charge. 

#Godslaughter #Character Design #Artfight2020 #Jovix Cailo #Best Of Sal

[littlesparklight]

A Handful of Escaping Sweetness

It's a sunny afternoon in late spring the day the world ends.

There's no one present but Paris and his cattle to feel the grinding shift in the air, like a storm rolling in from the sea, whipping the tops of waves high and white, threatening to upend the little boats out on the water surprised by the rush of chill, rain-heavy wind and clouds. The cattle around him, previously the picture of bovine unconcern, low and shift around, come huddling together and calling their new calves to themselves.

Paris, sitting on a rock, eye them with some concern for whether or not they'll be liable to start stampeding, and when he glances back he's looking up at a young, smiling face with dark, dark blue eyes, the smile a twinkle on his face. Paris can't breathe. He makes himself breathe.

"Prince Alexander of Troy, for your exemplary judgement you have been chosen to stand arbiter in a small dispute the Father of Gods and Men feel must be judged by an outside mind."

Paris glances beyond Hermes, sees the goddesses - it doesn't matter if he recognizes them or not, but of course he can't not know who they are, as shiningly, painfully obvious as they've made themselves, the very light settling about their heads like crowns, the air quivering in bending obeisance to their passing, daring not to disturb the fine fabrics of their clothing or beautifully tumbling tresses - and sees his death.

"A dispute, Lord Hermes?" Paris asks, light as if he doesn't feel light-headed, from lack of air, from the three piercing sets of eyes beyond the veiled, gentle darkness of Hermes' gaze. Hermes offers him a golden apple - it could be a ripe quince if not for the metallic shine of the skin, and Paris takes it unthinkingly, curious despite himself. Somewhere marginally safe to rest his eyes and attention. There's writing on the apple, and this is not safe.

"All three wish for this apple, Prince Alexander. Your fair mind and eyes shall be the judge as to who deserves it best."

Paris stares at the apple in his hand, silently reading out Kallistei and understands all too well what isn't said, what isn't meant to be understood. They will offer rewards, kingly, divine, as anyone should to a judge having offered the best and straightest judgement, but they have come here from anger, and if he can only award one of them the apple, he will soothe one but stir deeper anger in two.

They are goddesses, they are all breathlessly beautiful in their own ways. Paris could sing their praises with complete earnestness for years and not run out of words for it, from the flashing eyes of Pallas Athena, the broadness of her shoulders emphasizing the fall of her simple dress, the thrust of her nose the easy way she carries her helmet; from the milky shade of Queen Hera's skin, her shining eyes and rich tresses stars in the sky and jewels to her crown; from the supple gracefulness of Aphrodite's stance, her dainty feet stepping just so, the intoxicating edge to her little smile. Hera is, of course, the queen. Paris isn't sure why this is a contest at all, the answer should be clear. Not that it matters what the right or wrong answer is; there are three goddesses, one apple.

One winner, two losers, and since this is a dispute, he should lose no matter what.

"Deathless Ones, honouring me beyond what any mortal could ask for. While I am of royal blood, my family having welcomed me back past warnings, and am related to Father Zeus' own blessed cupbearer, I am also nothing more than a neatherd. My judgement may be true, and I would not deprive the winner of her fairly awarded judgement, older men than I have more experience, kings are well-versed in standing between quarrelling sides and have the authority to offer a solution." He stands up, slowly. Holds the apple out and is already shifting his weight away, towards taking that first step that will have him running, when Hermes' hand, light as a feather, more weighty than chains, come to his shoulder.

"Your blood is flawless, and you didn't hesitate when Ares won over your prize bull," Hermes says, and now the twinkle is gone from him eyes, he's serious as the coldest night. The squeeze is as reassuring as it's restraining. "Father Zeus has deemed you the most suitable."

It doesn't matter what he might choose to say; there's no way out of this, and he can't refuse.

And if he can not refuse, if he should anger two goddesses no matter what, should he not take the reward that might please him the best?

Paris of Troy isn't without ambition, but war has never suited him. He cares little for the respect to be gained through battlefield slaughter, the riches amassed through weapon skill and sacking of cities, so greater skill in such matter, though some who lacked such would surely leap upon the chance, holds little attraction for him. And while a throne of his own, vaster than any could dream of, wealth to rival the limits of man's ability to possess stir him more, Alexander of Troy is, down to his core, a romantic.

Aphrodite offers the most beautiful mortal woman in the world, and Paris thinks she wouldn't offer her if they wouldn't be compatible. If there couldn't be joy and pleasure in their meeting and joining, she would not make this her reward. He can't win, and two of the three goddesses will lose, and so Paris stays true to the foolish, gentle heart and hope of him; the mortal striving for as much pleasure as mortals can hope for in a world that will mostly offer cruelty.

When he first lays eyes on Helen of Sparta, even understanding that she's already married, Paris hopes even more to find his wishes for the reason Aphrodite offered Helen as her reward for him choosing her fulfilled. She stares at him, for a brief moment wide-eyed - an expression matched by half by her husband, too - and looks to the tall, reddish-blond man to her side before looking back at their guest.

"And what son of the blessed immortals are we welcoming into our home?" Helen is half joking, half deathly serious, and blinks, caught breathless for a moment when Paris denies himself any god as a parent with a smile.

At a hunt three days into the visit, the queen of Sparta having come with their great, baying company, Paris leans in close to her, whispering not for any flirting words or voiced wishes to kiss that rosy, fair skin, but because he's saying something entirely more dangerous even than openly lusting after another man's wife.

"How far have you gone, my lady? How much of the sky have you claimed, for your own pleasure?"

Helen goes a little pale, but where she could refuse to answer, when she glances to him, Paris quiet and attentive, leaned in close but not touching, she cracks. "... Not as far as I might have wished, once upon a time."

"Great, shining daughter of Zeus and Leda, why shouldn't you have all you want?" Paris touches not Helen, but his own chest, the spot above his heart, while shaking his head. "If you want more, you should have as much as your husband, at the very least, shouldn't you?"

Helen glances at him, looks away. Paris lets himself be drawn into the hunt, and that evening, sits in the middle of loud, cheerful noise, beautiful music and attended by two very great and beautiful people lamenting his trip will have to end at some point, and thinks of the laments made for a dead warrior, mother, sisters and daughters arranged around the great man, now cold and empty.

This is a funeral feast, and only Paris knows it.

This is the best it will get, from hereon out. Not that there won't be pleasure, won't be happiness - he should be given to some small amount of joy more, shouldn't he? - but when Menelaos has left for Crete, when he comes to Helen's chamber and she opens the door before he can knock, when they finally reach the shore and board the ships and when they land on Cranae over a day later, and she comes with him, into a shaded hide made secret by blooming myrtle bushes, their eyes meet as Paris turns Helen to face him.

They stare at each other, still for a moment, knowing the weight of the next action, and both know this is the most fragile, perfect happiness they will get.

Helen sighs, sweeter sound there wasn't, and leans in. Paris meets her, pulls her closer, and Helen throws her arms around his shoulders; such kisses are worth dying for.

*** Helen grows up in Sparta wanting for little and yet wishing for more.

Theseus scares her small and quiet, for a little while at least. And then she is just angry - why should he be allowed to do such things, why should he be able to, just because he is a man? The world is vast and yet she's allowed to hold so little of it.

It's not so displeasing, she almost forgets it when the two royal refugees come from Mycenae. The younger one is cuter, possessed of a sweeter mind, a more pleasant disposition. More patient than Agamemnon, and he even wrestles with her once, incredulous that she would want to, but not refusing her out of hand. It's not repeated, but Helen treasures that moment, treasures the startled, warm brown eyes on her when she's pinned Menelaos to the ground.

She can feel his eyes on her, earnest emotion behind every word he speaks to her while trying not to be too obvious and yet she can hear what some of the servants are whispering too, the pleasures found at his gentle hands, and Helen swallows down unfairness. Why can he, without repercussions, but not her?

Still, when her father finally marries her away, when Menelaos and Agamemnon have been back in Mycenae for two years already, Helen isn't displeased when Menelaos is proven to be among the suitors. By the amount of wealth sent as gifts, she would've been worried it was Agamemnon, but he married Clytemnestra last year. It's not. It's Menelaos, and it's Menelaos who wins out, Achilles too young to make a claim in person and Peleus refraining from making the claim for him.

Helen, led across the threshold and knowing little what to expect, only what she's observed so far, only hopes knowing the man better will bring more sweetness than not.

She isn't much fond of being pregnant, she finds. Too, what she can grasp of the world seems to shrink further, even when her heart has only grown, for tender hope has been buoyed by jokes and the laughter her husband has drawn from her, has grown high and sturdy from gentle touches and Menelaos welcoming her knowledge of city and its lands. It helps, in its own way. Makes old, secret wants sink down into the bottom of her heart, to be little thought of.

Until they received their guest from Troy.

Women cannot take, cannot do, what men can, and Helen has been living her life like that, not quite accepting it but enduring it. But then there is Prince Alexander of Troy, who whispers call me Paris, and he smiles at her and she can suddenly understand what the rest of the world must be seeing when she smiles at it.

Still, she knows her duty; she has a life, her daughter, though hard and heavy to carry as she was in her womb, makes her insides melt, and her husband's hand around hers is warm and steady. She is not unhappy.

But she wants.

She wants and has been wanting since she was young, many things, but this is one of them, and she might have confessed, once or twice, quietly, with Aphrodite there to hear. And so, whether she'd planned it or not, when Menelaos leaves for Crete and Paris comes to her chamber, she opens the door before he can reach to knock, and instead of sending him away she welcomes him.

The world does not end in the grievous fire of a city falling to its enemies, torn apart stone by stone by furious divine forces. It ends on a sunny spring afternoon, it ends in the gentle darkness of Queen Helen's chamber, it ends on Cranae under the sweet-smelling blossoms of the myrtle bush. Sometimes we take even knowing we shouldn't, and sometimes there's no choice either way, Aphrodite spreading her golden veil over the new lovers and smiling sweet enough there's the illusory hope the bitterness might not taste as sharp later.

#greek mythology #the iliad #trojan war #paris of troy #helen of sparta #helen of troy #lightart

[leonardcohenofficial]

top five moments in shakespeare 👀

“o god, i could bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space, were it not that i have bad dreams” from hamlet, act II, scene II tells you everything you need to know about hamlet and him being scared and in over his head and it breaks my heart

it’s such an overquoted line, but when performed right, prospero’s “we are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep” speech from the tempest, act IV, scene I is extremely moving

macbeth, act II, scene II remains extremely haunting

while i would not count richard II to be among the highest on my list of fave shakespeare plays, i find aumerle explaining to richard how he pretended to be too sad to say goodbye to henry to be hysterical

peter quince and the mechanicals freaking out when bottom comes back with the ass’s head in act III, scene I; “oh, monstrous! oh, strange! we are haunted. pray, masters! fly, masters! help!” is usually one of the funniest moments of midsummer in all the productions i’ve seen— not so much for bottom himself, but for everyone else completely losing their minds

#thank you hodges!! #maddie answers asks #shakespeare #hamlet #the tempest #macbeth #richard II #a midsummer night's dream #kvothes