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eluminium · 2 months

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Skizz week day 2 lets GOO!!!!

I apologize for the lack of polish on these. I have seemingly caught a cold and am also in the middle of important schoolwork. But hey, it's better than nothing!

Anyway, this is kind of a sneak peek into an AU I've been working on. It doesn't have a name yet, but it sure exists! I hope I can post about it more when I have more things to work with!

Once again, thank you to @skizzlemanweek for todays prompt!

Prompt 2: Hybrid/AU

Impulse has lost his mind.

That's the only logical conclusion to this situation. To him sitting here on his dead best friend's bed while talking to said best friend who's apparently ascended to godhood? But he doesn't know what kind of God he is yet somehow? He also may have given Impulse some knowledge about the divine that Impulse is 75% sure he isn't supposed to know, even as his best god friend's semi-accidental oracle and/or priest. Probably. Maybe.

It's been a rough couple of hours, to say the least.

"Impulse! You're not listening to me!" A voice, Skizz's voice, echoes through his head. Impulses hands fly to his ears as he groans in pain. "Control your volume, dude! You're gonna blow out my ears!" He hisses.

"Oh...! Sorry...!" Skizz whisper-yells in response, although not without a mischievous giggle. Oh gods above, Impulse was gonna have to deal with SKIZZ. TALKING IN HIS BRAIN. UNINTERUPRABLY. FOR THE FORSEEABLE FUTURE. He shakes his head to try and get rid of that awful realization and quickly moves to change the subject before Skizz catches on.

"Alright, so. You became a God, but you don't know what of. So you appeared back here and found me. And you want me to help you figure out what you are the God of. Did I get that right?" He summarizes, looking at the faint blue outline of his best friend sitting on the same bed they spent years having pillow fights on in their youth-

Skizz sticks out his hand and does a so-and-so motion. "Well, yeah...But since I picked you as my oracle, as in my special important mortal representative guy, you're also gonna have to start my cult and get people to worship me!" He exclaims, clearly excited at the prospects.

"Wow, we really got a Mr. Humble Guy over here," Impulse deadpans.

"HEY! You know I'm not in it for the fame, man! Even though I am really handsome and my godly muscles are huge!" Skizz huffs in mock offense. Impulse rolls his eyes in response.

But instead of another sarcastic quip, the barely visible parts of Skizz's face soften into something dangerously genuine. "I mean it, dude. Think about it. Think about how cool this is gonna be. Think about how deadly we are as a duo now that we have divine power behind us. Think about how many people we can help!"

"But we don't even know what you're the God of!" Impulse snaps with a glare. "How are we supposed to get people to join in on this when we can't gurantee anything?! And don't say 'We'll make something up', you KNOW I'm a TERRIBLE liar! I can't lead a whole freaking cult by myself! I need yo-"

His throat closes up. He can't say that. Because that would mean Skizz couldn't help him, that his best friend was...not with him in some way. That he was alone in this, for now. No, no it's too raw. He breaks eye contact as his eyes snap towards a corner of the room. He draws in a shaky breath and blinks rapidly.

"Dipple Dop..." Skizz's tone is...sad. He reaches out towards Impulse before remembering that he can't really...touch him. Nor can he touch anything mortal, really. He needs belief for that, followers who believe in him.

A sigh leaves him as he retracts his hand. "I know this is a lot for you. To be honest, it's a lot for me too. You're scared, and I'm scared. And you're probably thinking something like: 'This is a total disaster, we're so screwed'-"

Huh, that was...exactly what Impulse was thinking. To the word. Weird.

"-but man, dude, my homieh buddeah-"

Impulse can't help but snort at that one. The man is a god now, and yet he's still just Skizz.

"We got all the time in the world to do this. We don't have to rush this. We'll make a plan. We'll do our research! The big fancy library we used to study at had a bunch of books about the gods and stuff, remember? Maybe we can find the step-by-step guide to finding your godly trait and a "How to Cult for Dummies"! Gee, wouldn't that be convinient!"

They're both giggling now. Why? They don't fully know. Probably the absurdity of sneaking into a royal library to read the most suspicious books of all time is getting to them. But, somehow, there's a glow of warmth in Impulse's chest. A feeling he's been missing ever since Skizz unwillingly left the mortal realm for the divine.

Hope.

As the giggling dies down, a timid smile settles on Impulse's face. Gods, how does Skizz do it? How does he make Impulse believe in some new goal that fast? Well, he supposes he can blame it on magical god powers now. Hell yeah.

He takes a deep breath in, jumps off the bed, and stands up. "Alright, I'm in. What's the worst that could happen?" He says with attempted confidence. Despite Skizz certainly detecting his lingering anxiety, he jumps up (or well, floats) up in the air beside him with a barely seeable hand pumped up in the air.

"Allllright!!! Imp and Skizz are reunited and back on the case! I love it!" He cheers.

Impulse wastes no time in heading to their shared kitchen and grabbing a snack for the road. The library isn't far (perks of living in the capital) but hey, emotional rollercoasters tend to leave ya a bit tired. A snack for the road never hurt anybody!

Skizz unexpectedly chuckles. "Except that one time you decided to shove jello in your backpack," he points out.

Impulse freezes.

"...Are there more things in my head than just your voice?" He questions while slowly turning around to face Skizz. Skizz, in response, raises an eyebrow.

"Of course! I know everything going on in there! That's what happens between a God and their oracle!" He says like it's common knowledge.

"So you know all my deep dark secrets now?"

"Well, kinda!"

"Does the "kinda" include how much I missed you?"

"Awww yeah!!! I know you love me soooo muuuchhh now!"

"God damn it- I hate you. You SUCK."

At Impulse's overly sulky tone, Skizz giggles like the sacred bastard he is. And once again, something cozy and soft glows and grows in Impulse's chest. It feels...good. Happy. Like it's right as it should be. And looking at the faded form of his best friend, he knows Skizz feels it growing too.

Maybe, even with all the responsibility and having Skizzleman but now with divine powers in his head 24/7, this won't be so bad.

Maybe this could become something great.

#skizzleman #impulsesv #skizz week 2 #skizz week #my writing #Unnamed God Skizz Oracle Impulse AU #hermitfic #THE COLD MIGHT FUCK ME UP BUT THE GRIND NEVER ENDS PEOPLE #I WILL COMPLETE SKIZZ WEEK

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demigoddessqueens · 10 months

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Hi, hi! May I have some headcanons for Hermes (BoZ) with a black cat/grumpy s/o, who only “melts” with him? Ngl, I fit black cat, and this boy - along with Apollo - make me feel butterflies 🥺 I live for the “extrovert/introvert”, “sun/moon”, “golden retriever/black cat” dynamics...

Ohmygosh!! This would be so cute 🥹💞!!

I feel like y/n would be affiliated with one of the Cthonic gods or is just generally fed up with their job 😆 (demigod or priest, oracle)

But darn it if that cute Messenger god doesn’t get right to you

Always listens to you, so considerate of your surroundings and general self, etc.

Yes you may have a perpetual stone-cold expression on your face but it shines brighter than Apollo’s chariot whenever Hermes is near

Also? He finds you calming in a sense, too. Daily job and hectic drama on Olympus can prove to be tiresome

And he’s totally affectionate which took you a while to get used to, but you’ve both agreed to hand holding and/or head resting on lap or shoulder

#boz #inbox requests #boz x reader #boz hermes #my writing #headcanons #boz hermes x reader #blood of Zeus #blood of zeus hermes x reader #Hermes #hermes blood of zeus x reader #hermes x reader #blood of zeus x reader

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idyllcy · 11 months

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don't say yes, run away now

word count: 1.2k

summary: wedding crashing and eloping with your best friend. yep. sounds about right.

You don't know what you're doing here.

You sit in the front row of the wedding venue, speaking with the guests, head spinning and a little worried. You don't like what you were tasked with doing. Tim could have asked literally anyone else, but you suppose this is the universe's way to body slam you into unrequited love even harder than it had before. You spot a couple of his siblings and fiddle with your fingers as they wave at you. You don't know if they know that you're crashing their brother's wedding. God. Would you get called a homewrecker by the media? What a nightmare. You don't even want to think about it.

Maybe Tim would take care of it for you. You know. Like he used to.

The cryptic message relayed to you from Oracle was a little. What was it? Scary? You're a vigilante, not a wedding crasher or homewrecker. You wonder if you should make a big fuss about it. Well, Tim did say he would take care of whatever backlash you would get. Maybe you should get Jason to... he should play Speak Now. You think. You should at least have a little fun with crashing your best friend's wedding. Tim would be amused. You're sure his future in-laws would not.

"Jason," You pull on his sleeve, the man tilting his head at you. "Are you on piano?"

"Yeah."

"Can you play something for me when I stand up?"

"Stand... are you crashing the wedding?"

"Red Robin." You mumble. "Oracle. News. I don't know. I think Tim wants me to."

"Oh, then you'd be doing all of us a favor. Luther's a nightmare all of us have. His daughter would get mad, though."

"Yeah. I thought I'd crash the wedding as dramatically as possible." You mumble. "Vigilante outfit and everything."

"What."

"I'm crashing. My suit is under my clothes right now."

"Oh. I'm invested. What song, pray tell."

"The.. the Taylor Swift one."

"The chorus?"

"Yeah."

"I gotcha." He grins at you. "Tim will handle everything else. We promise."

"His publicist is going to kill me, though."

"I know." Jason lowers his voice. "You and me both."

You leave halfway through the walk-in, pressing your mask to your face and leaning on the doorframe once the bride and groom step onto the podium.

"Speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest calls.

You glance at Jason as he eases into the song almost too naturally, and you clear your throat, all eyes turning on you. You catch Tim's amused expression, and you hear Dick laugh in the front with the rest of the batboys, all while raising a brow at the bride in amusement. You didn't think it'd come to this, but you suppose it's your specialty.

"I am not the kind of friend, who should be rudely barging on a white veil occasion." You fight the laugh that's about to break into your voice as you continue. "But you, are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl."

Tim laughs at the podium, tugging his hands away from his fiancée as he tilts his head at you.

"So don't say yes, let's run away now!" The laugh breaks past your lips as Tim runs toward you, grabbing your wrist and making a run for it through the giant church doors. You hear his family cheer in the background as their voices fade, and Tim pulls the car keys from his suit pocket, pressing the gas as he leaves his bride alone in the hall. You laugh as you hold onto your seat.

"Thank you. That was very in character of you."

"You know," You pick the mask off your face, a grin on your face. "You owe me for this."

"And what might I owe you?"

"A favor, maybe." You shrug. "You have the clothes?"

"Backseat."

You peel the suit off, reaching for the hoodie as he continues on the road.

"Am I going to get in trouble with your publicist?"

"I'll deal with it." He hums. "Anything else you need me to do?"

"I don't know..." You shrug.

"You know, we should get married in a courtroom on the way."

"Oh my god, are we eloping?" You feign a gasp.

"Is that what you want this to be?"

"Only if you want it to be." You grin.

"Alright. Let's hit the courthouse."

You hold onto the handrest as he swerves, a couple of cars honking as he speeds again.

"I never thought Bruce Wayne's middle child, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, would elope, but here we are."

"Oracle's calling." He hums, pressing his earpiece. "Yeah?"

"Where are you two?"

"Eloping." Tim grins. "Is Bruce going insane?"

"He currently owes the boys a couple thousand dollars."

"They bet on this?!"

"Jason wins. He bet that you'd crash it with a Taylor Swift song."

You purse your lips in amusement.

"Well," Tim hums. "We're headed to the courthouse to elope right now."

"Alright. Be home for dinner."

"We're going on a road trip too!"

"For your honeymoon?"

"Sure." Tim pauses at the red light, handing you a marriage contract. "Fill that out while I drive."

"You have your passport?"

"I have my licenses. Do you have yours?"

"Yeah."

"There we go."

You scribble down the information for the two of you as he drives around Gotham, and you grumble as you finish at the courthouse.

"Done?"

"Scan it over."

You lead him into the courthouse, hoodie and shorts on, handing the paper and IDs to the worker.

"Eloping?"

"Yeah." Tim hums, fixing the cap on his head. "Make it quick."

"Not human trafficking, right?"

"Nope!" You grin. "Completely consensual."

The marriage is quick, the witnesses and court officiant signing the paper for the two of you, and Tim snaps a photo, sending it to the family chat as the two of you get back in the car.

"We look terrible." You laugh at the wedding photo. Tim's in a white suit, and you're in a hoodie and shorts.

"We can prepare an actual ceremony when we come back."

"Tim?"

"Hm?" He turns to look at you.

"Are you doing this because you want to avoid the marriage? Or are you doing this because you actually like me?" You pull on the strings of the hoodie.

"Both." He hums. "Why'd you think I told you to crash my wedding and not one of my brothers? I'm sure Damian would have been more than willing to ruin the marriage."

"I don't know," You shrug. "I figured you didn't ask them because it'd be suspicious for family to crash your wedding."

"I asked you because I planned for the two of us to elope. Your feelings are not slick."

"Yeah, I figured." You reach behind you for a can of cola. "Want one?"

"You're way too relaxed for someone who was panicking earlier."

"It's called speedrunning the five stages of grief. Do you want the cola or not?"

"Yes please."

"Do you want to stop anywhere before we hit the freeway?"

"Where's the first stop?"

"Two hundred miles."

"We can stop at a gas station along the way." You mumble. "Now drive, my newly wedded husband."

"Anything for you."

#tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #every time I post a tim fic on this website I lose a year of my lifespan why is it so scary to write for him #dc x reader #☾.fics

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tylermileslockett · 7 days

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Theseus #1 - "Pythia: Oracle of Delphi"

King Aegeus of Athens, still childless, travels to the Pythia oracle at Delphi for advice. The Pythia, ever famous for her enigmatic and ambiguous prophecies, tells him “Do not uncork the wineskin until you have reached Athens.”

Zeus, wanting to locate the center of the world, released two eagles flying in opposite directions around the earth at equal speeds, and the birds reached one another at a specific point above the slope of Mount Parnassus. Here Zeus placed a sacred stone called the Omphalus, or “naval of the earth.” A serpent, Pytho (son of Gaia) guarded the stone, until Apollo came and slew the creature, establishing the site as a divine source for receiving messages directly from the god of prophecy.

Before entering the temple, priestesses and pilgrims alike would wash themselves in the soul cleansing waters of the Castilian spring for purification. In a sacred, inner sanctum, the Pythia, (head oracle priestess) was said to sit upon a tripod and breath in toxic vapors (said to be toxic fumes from Pythos rotting body) from a chasm below in the cave rock. The fumes could have been methane or ethylene, while others have theorized, she chewed or inhaled smoke from Oleander leaves. The priestess then fell into a trance, and receiving divine inspiration from Apollo, spoke in tongues that was interpreted and translated by priests into dactylic hexameter (the poetic meter used in ancient Greek epics like the Iliad.)

The Delphi site was sprawling and complex; holding the religious temple of Apollo, a stadium and gymnasium for the Pythian games, an outdoor theatre, a hippodrome for chariot races, among others. There were three philosophical phrases carved into the temple known as the “Delphic Maxims.” They were; “know thyself,” “Nothing in Excess,” and “Surety Brings Ruin.”

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rwac96 · 3 months

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Batman Contingencies: Gamera

Agamemnon Contingency: "The Last Hope"

Gamera, known as 'The Last Hope' by the ancient Atlanteans, is also labeled the 'Guardian of The Universe' by JSDF, G-Force, and Monarch. Like Mothra, Gamera is a Guardian Kaiju known to defend the Earth, not necessarily humanity. From the records I've gathered referencing this creature from ancient Atlantean monoliths, Gamera is the last of a group of advanced, bio-engineered giant turtles created in the ancient past. The purpose is unclear, though there are many possibilities: To defend themselves, to combat something called 'The Shadow of Evil' and 'The Great Enemy', or to protect humanity. It is clear that despite Gamera being destructive, it's evident that he protects humanity, specifically children, from destructive Kaiju and hostile extraterrestrials. He was first discovered in 1965, awakening from his slumber after a nuclear warhead detonated in the Arctic.

Seeing the devastation from the blast, Gamera became enraged, laying waste to Tokyo once he reached landfall. His rampage came to an end when the JSDF lured him to an experimental rocket ship, launching him into space. He would return to Earth in 1995, thirty years after his rampage, the emergence of giant, avian-like Kaiju known as Gyaos emerged and wreaked havoc upon Japan. The JSDF and G-Force mobilized to combat the Kaiju, though Gamera proved to be the more benevolent when he saved the life of a young boy from the Gyaos. Through months of research, it was discovered that Gamera had a supernatural origin, unlike the number of monsters that were a result of radiation exposure. Gamera draws his power from a mystical life force known as Mana, which, according to Doctor Fate and Aquaman, is an essential essence that gave him life.

Despite Gamera being a Guardian of Earth, in his battles against Kaiju such as Gyaos, Virians, Legion, Irys, and Godzilla, he leaves collateral damage in his wake. His connection to humanity, namely a young woman named Asagi Kusanagi, thankfully restrains him from performing more reckless tactics. Through an Atlantean Magatama, a priest or priestess can command Gamera, sharing a psychic rapport with him. From what Oracle gathered regarding Miss Kusanagi, she's a woman with a conscious who believes in Gamera's role as one of Earth's Protectors. But, there was an incident where he fell under the thrall of a rogue scientist, Greta Karbone, who got hold of a Magatama, which she manipulated with her own latent telepathic abilities to gain control of him. With him enthralled, she used him along with her own creation, Viras, to lay waste to Paris but was thankfully stopped by Asagi and the arrival of Mothra.

Gamera has numerous abilities that range from immense strength, unleashing and absorbing fire and plasma, flying, regeneration, converting energy, and manipulating his own body, these abilities make him a dangerous opponent. This contingency is in place should Gamera break his connection with humanity and grow reckless or a Magatama fall into dangerous hands. If a scenario such as Dr. Karbone getting another Magatama should occur, the first step is to destroy it or in a sense, strengthen Kusunagi's connection with Gamera. An alternative is to concoct a spell that drains the mana from the Magatama, breaking the user's connection with Gamera. Should the situation escalate, the next step is to deploy an experimental Mech known as the 'Titan Bat'.

Unlike other Anti-Kaiju Mechs, this one is in line with my moral restraints, even if Gamera is a monster. The mech is armed with Cryogenic technology that can freeze him. But, Gamera has a history of studying his opponents, which would prolong the confrontation. The technology within the mech is connected to a Batsuit that makes controlling it without issue, though it is fueled with a potent but draining battery. Stalling him would end in disaster and a mass loss of life. The metal alloy can withstand atomic blasts, though it is unclear if it can withstand plasma blasts.

Gamera is one of the remnants of Atlantis past and a Guardian of Earth. His death or corruption would be a tragedy, as the good he did for humanity makes him an essential ally...should we find ourselves against terrestrial and extraterrestrial threats.

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toriafiction · 9 months

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Another WIP (I have too many 😭)

After a universe is obliterated, collapsing in on itself like when a star devolves into a black hole, the two neighboring universes shift and collide. However, instead of completely destroying one or both of them, the two are merging. This means that instead of having two Batmen in this newly developing universe, the two men merge. This new Batman now has new memories for his entire life that is a nice seamless balance of the two different men he used to be, and he is none the wiser that this even happened.

This is how it is for everyone.

That's not great, but it doesn't sound too bad, right?

Except anyone who doesn't have a double is just disappearing altogether. People like Stephanie, who in the other universe died in her first couple of days as Spoiler before she ever even met the Bats. Or Dick, who died that awful night with his parents in Haly's circus.

Dick and Steph blink out of existence, and nobody knows because their new memories smooth it out like they never existed beyond the point of their deaths.

For everyone except Jason. Why does Jason remember when nobody else does? Unbeknownst to them, it's because of how he came back to life.

When Superboy-Prime alters reality from the paradise dimension in which he is trapped—his punches against the barrier keeping him from the rest of the universe causes temporal ripples that create an overlap of parallel timelines (Hypertime). This is what brings Jason back to life (as in the paradise dimension, he survives the Joker's assault).

Jason is already overlapped by another universe, and as such, when these two try to merge it affects him differently.

He wakes up in the parsonage of a church he is now apparently the priest of with two complete and separate sets of memories. In one set, he is simply Father Todd. In the other set, he remembers everything.

He remembers the moment the two universes started to merge. He and Dick had just been going to bed after a light and playful night of patrol. The downright joyful mood had easily flowed into the bedroom as they settled in. It had been a warm and loving moment full of adoration.

Then, everything changed in a fraction of a second. Dick had seized up, his eyes going wide and alarmed. He desperately clutched at Jason, gasping his name. Then, he just seemed to fade away slowly. Jason tried to hold on to him, but his body had lost all corporeality. It was like Dick had become a ghost right before his eyes, and Jason had never felt so helpless.

Jason tries going to Batman and the rest of the family, but everything is all wrong, and they don't know him. Batman is Batman, but Tim is going by a name he never has before. Damian is nowhere to be seen at first, but a little research shows that he spent a couple of months with Bruce before returning to his mother. Babs is Oracle and has turned Batgirl over to Cas.

Jason has no idea what the hell has happened or how to fix this when no one will give him the time of day. None of his contacts know who he is, so they won't deal with him.

Jason decides to play it the only way he really knows how. Brutally hard. If they don't want to listen, he will make them.

Jason breaks into the cave and fills an inflatable bag with gear, including an unadorned base layer of armor for Batman. He and Bruce are close enough in size he can make it work. He throws the bag into the cave's waterway. Jason knows where it will come out, and he will get it later. Still, this is too important to fuck up, so he slipped a tracker in the bag as well.

Then, he stays to confront Bruce again. He had played it safe the first time. Jason had met Batman on neutral ground on a Gotham rooftop and hadn't mentioned knowing who they were. This time, he isn't holding back.

It's ugly. It almost immediately turns into a fight. Jason does try to get through to Bruce. He tries so fucking hard! He needs Bruce on his side, but Bruce isn't listening.

Why won't Bruce ever just listen to him?!

He doesn't pull any punches, and as things continue to devolve, he strikes hurt.

"It wasn't your fault when you lost your family the first time. You were a helpless child then. This time, it will be. Fucking fight for your kids, Bruce!"

Bruce is freaked out that anyone managed to not only figure out their identities but also to break into his most fortified sanctuary. There will be time for questions and answers as soon as he has the threat secured in a cell and some form of control again.

Jason is more than holding his own against Bruce until both Tim and Cas enter the fight.

Jason doesn't know why he does it. Nothing he has said has triggered anything with any of them so far. But when Tim darts forward, going low while Bruce goes high (he has no idea where Cas is, and that's terrifying), he just shouts it out.

"Robin!"

But it's not Tim who jerks and freezes in place. Jason knows that Tim had built a considerable part of his life on and around Robin. Tim has integrated Robin into the foundation of himself on many different levels.

Hell, how could Robin mean more to anyone other than the boys who had made and worn, fought and bled, and, in Jason's case, even died in those colors?

But Bruce slams into a complete standstill, and his expression is so tortured as if that single word has entirely shattered him.

Who cares about Robin more than the boys themselves?

Bruce's episode is enough of a distraction for Jason to make his getaway, and it confirms that somewhere buried incredibly deep, the memories still exist.

They all love Dick, but the truth is he's been more crucial in some of their lives than he has been in others.

Could Jason get to Damian? Would having Damian on his side actually be any help? Would it be more productive to stay in Gotham and keep pushing at Bruce now that he has gotten a reaction from the man, or would it be better to give him some time and space and let him come to terms with whatever he has just experienced?

There is no logical reason for it, but Jason feels a near-desperate sense of urgency. It's like there is a lurid red timer ticking down until his world explodes again. Some part of him wants to freeze under the pressure, indecision weighing down on him, but that has never been Jason's style.

It's knowing what Dick would want that actually makes up his mind. Jason has been doing mental gymnastics to avoid thinking about it, but what if this can't be fixed? Damian is with the League of Assassins, being hurt, used, and brainwashed. Dick would never forgive him if he didn't save their youngest bird. Jason would never forgive himself.

He fishes his gear out of the river it has floated its way into. He pulls the tracker, not trusting that he is the only one who can trace it. He picks up a discarded plastic soda bottle, seals the tracker inside, and flings it back into the river. Hopefully, that will tie up at least one Bat for a little while.

Next, he procures himself an old cheap laptop from a second-hand electronics store. He uses it to book himself a flight. With no resources and nobody willing to talk to him he'll have to fly commercial. It'll be much slower, make him easy to track, and just a pain in the ass in general. The only luck he's had so far is that his first flight will leave early in the morning.

While he waits he spends a few hours setting the laptop up to send each Bat a message every day for the next month. He does his best to make them both personal and meaningful. He doesn't want to lose any ground he's gained with Bruce, and he also wants the others to remember.

They were all trained in detective skills, and part of that is remembering important information such as dates. And if there is one thing a Bat can't ignore, it's a mystery or a puzzle. If he gives them something to solve, then they will be thinking about it, and if they are actively thinking about it, then hopefully they'll remember something. So, quite a few of the messages contain dates with tiny hints as to what makes them special, but Jason is careful to keep a mixture of pointed questions, statements, and memorable quotes or nicknames in there as well.

A lot of the messages end up being the same for everyone. He sends them all birthday dates and the designs of the many different Robin suits, as well as the Nightwing, Spoiler, and Steph's Batgirl suits. He also sends them all the date for the night the first Robin flew by Batman's side for the first time. He did the same for Steph's first night as Robin and Batgirl.

He addresses most of Bruce's messages to Batdad even though here he hasn't adopted anyone and is only fostering Cas. Tim still lives alone in Drake Manor. It really pisses Jason off, but he is already doing the best thing he can by trying to fix this broken world.

Some of the messages that Jason sends solely to Bruce include the date for when he first brought Dick home. The date for when he (finally) officially adopted Dick, and the dates for Steph's first night as Robin as well as her last. Some of the questions he sends Bruce run along the lines of, "Have you ever held a tiny bird close to your side tucked beneath a bat's wing?"

"Who's going to swing from your chandeliers now?"

"Does the manor feel dark and empty with only Cas and Alfie? Do you expect more people when you round a corner or enter a room? Do the halls ring silent, devoid of their bright laughter and the pounding of running feet?"

"Have you ever paused in front of a door in the family wing because you know somebody should be in there?"

He addresses some of Tim's messages to baby bird. He sends him the date that he filed on the batcomputer as the one he figured out that Robin was Dick Grayson and from there who all the Bats were. The date of his first night as Robin and the date that Steph "died" followed immediately by the question, "Has love ever hit you like a brick to the face?"

Some of the others just for him are, "Who taught you how to fly, baby bird?"

"Have you ever surfed on a train?"

"There is a special kind of weight to being the middle child."

"Rooftop tag, you're it."

"Get in the car loser, we're going shopping" would be her soul words."

"Do you want a hug? Doesn't matter, octopus hold engaged."

"Glitter bombs."

He asks Babs who the "Boy Blunder" is. If she was ever lonely when working with B during her Batgirl days. Who she spent her movie nights with. He sent her two shades of purple and asked which one was right. He sent her a lot of really bad but highly memorable puns and quippy one-liners.

He does this for each of them, including Alfred.

It never once occurs to him to send them anything about himself.

This is the majority of what I have for this one. I have a couple more vague ideas for it, but nothing as put together or comprehensive. Which is why I haven't actually written it yet. 😆

Once I have the full picture, I'll go at it in earnest.

#dick grayson #jason todd #jaydick #dickjay #nightwing #red hood #batman #batfamily #batboys #damian wayne #bruce wayne #tim drake #stephenie brown #ao3 writer #ao3 author #wip

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Happy New Year @shakespearestolemyurl !! I have the other half of your 2023 @d20exchange gift: Songs of the Celestine verses for the Bad Kids!

Group Verses

On occasion, an adventuring party will receive a set of verses that encompasses the group as a whole—these verses are sung together as opposed to individually. Often, these are written by a bard within the group, taking the form to detail the exploits of their own adventuring party.

This set of written verses regards the Solesian adventuring party known as the Bad Kids, who defeated Kalvaxus and the Nightmare King during their first two years at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy. The author of these verses is technically unknown, but it is believed that Fabian Seacaster, during his early bardic education, composed these verses for his friends using the form learned from his pirate father, William Seacaster, after he joined the College of Swords during the Bad Kids' quest to retrieve the Crown of the Nightmare King. 1

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Adaine Abernant-O’Shaughnessy:

A wizard born

To endless scorn

Who chose the face the fighting storm

Upon her word

That she has sworn

The elven oracle

She’s stolen books

And taken looks

At futures she has now forsook

From tiny nooks

She found the hooks

Now categorical

With arcane hands

She made her stand

A mage come far from foreign lands

And as she scanned

She made her plans

And broke her manacles

For now she is

Second to none

The oracle for everyone

And free at last

She’ll have her fun

Adaine the oracle

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Kristen Applebees:

The cleric chosen

For devotion

Her heart in ever-changing motion

Questions Couldn’t

Remain unspoken

The Prophet now come free

So determined she

Can’t be deterred

She tried to fly with a Ribbon dancer

Oh she stands sure

Even though her

Dex is negative three

From Helio

To Yes? Or no

She understands what can’t be known

In philosophy

She seeks to grow

Cassandra’s only priest

A cleric’s light

Within the night

Guides darkened paths with clear sight

She walks alight

And fears no fright

Saint Kristen Applebees

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Figueroth Faeth:

The rebel bard

Cannot be charred

Flamboyant in her disregard

With warlock spells

She will safeguard

Fig the InFaethable

She changes face

In every space

And plays with skill electric bass

She’ll catch your soul

And take your place

While playing rock’n’roll

She gave request

For Aguefort’s best

But something she could not have guessed

Was to the west

And in her nest

Writing wizard’s scrolls

She’ll drink some gin

No fear of sin

Her secrets kept behind her grin

But when you’re friends

She’ll let you in

Fig the InFaethable

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Gorgug Thistlespring:

Barbarian bound

To hear the sound

Of metal music all around

He oft confounds

And breaks the ground

Gorgug Thistlespring

He looked for meaning

In the gloam

For heritage to call him home

Child of orc

And man and gnome

he is now the crab king

He fuels with fear

an endless rage

He came from deathly forest aged

Who is his dad

He cannot gauge

Insight is not his thing

He wields his axe

And hammer too

He’ll call across the world to you

He fixed his phone

Made sending stones

it’s Gorgug keep going

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Riz “The Ball” Gukgak:

The roguish goblin

Killed a dragon

With deepest passion he was gobbling

He’s hidden when

He gets his shots in

Riz Gukgak? Nay, “the Ball”

With arquebus

And sword to choose

The briefcase where he keeps his clues

Or healer’s kit

And clue tattoos

He makes good use of them all

The little shrimp

Of the bad kids

When seeking clues do as he bids

While counting fingers

He shot Biz

He’ll commit assault

Though self-contained

With party in reins

He thinks at night with buzzing brain

He’ll ne’er refrain

And fears no pain

The fury of the small

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Fabian Seacaster:

The bardic fighter

Sheet igniter

Hellish motorcycle rider

With dance and fire

He will reach higher

Fabian Seacaster

Born to pirate

Legacy and

Elvish smiths and fighters free

He made his way

From land to sea

And faced disaster

The warlocks slain

‘Twas only him

And erstwhile friend, Chungledown Bim

And on a whim

From battle grim

He fled and fell even faster

And from that moment

He was changed

His skill in elvish dance now trained

With sword and sheet

And crossbow ranged

Fabian Seacaster

1 Given the personal nature of these verses, there are a few deviations from how the song is typically sung for pirate heroes. While titles and epithets commonly feature in the Songs, this rendition features continual references to titles endowed upon the Bad Kids, formal or otherwise, save Seacaster's own verses. These include: the Elven Oracle [Adaine Abernant-O'Shaughnessy], the InFaethable [Figueroth Faeth], the Blessed Saint [Kristen Applebees], the Crab King [Gorgug Thistlespring], and The Ball [Riz Gukgak].

#dimension 20 #d20exchange2023 #songs of the Celestine #the bad kids #adaine abernant #kristen applebees #fig faeth #riz gukgak #gorgug thistlespring #fabian seacaster #fantasy high #fantasy high sophomore year #d20 poetic thoughts

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So.

Once again, Apollo and Troy - partially because I was reading The Trojan War, Theoxenia, and Aegina by Guy Hedreen.

The Iliad has some instances where Apollo's direct defense of Troy/the Trojans is noted by how otherwise Troy would be taken against fate/before the fated time. I've seen comments (especially here on Tumblr, but Apollo's supposed acting only to uphold fate is a more general interpretation as well) that basically boil down to "Apollo doesn't actually care about Troy, only about fate".

And the interesting thing is that Hedreen comments the structure of that meaning rather might be that, given that Troy will fall, Apollo will ensure it falls as late as possible, only when it absolutely must for there is no other way to avoid it (much like he only leaves Hektor at the very last moment, when he is no longer "allowed" to stay); that is, for Troy's sake. To ensure Troy's survival for as long as possible, Apollo will do whatever he has to - and in that case, Zeus' urging about sending out Apollo along these lines could lean into "for Troy's survival's sake" not for to uphold fate itself.

That article also discusses the interesting point that the reason we're given Poseidon is against Troy is for the insults dealt by Laomedon's failure to pay them (despite that he's doled out punishment for this already). And Poseidon leverages this insult against them in his question as to why Apollo is defending Troy, when he too was maltreated. Apollo, too, dealt punishment for the insult - but for him, that seems to have been enough. Talking of building Troy's walls, the article mentions that a line in the Hecuba about the altar of Zeus Priam was murdered at was "built by the god" - a line used specifically about the walls of Troy in the Iliad. Apparently several vase paintings also go to pains to show said altar with some attributes to Apollo while making sure it's still understood as an altar of Zeus. (And it is Apollo who avenges the sacrilege of the murder, not Zeus - not directly, anyway, since he could be viewed as acting through his son.)

The suggestion, then; at least Apollo, if not Poseidon, built at least this altar in Troy/in the palace. Apollo has put a lot of himself in Troy.

More so if you give him both Hektor and Troilos as his sons, and then there's the Ileus he fathers on a nymph during the service to Laomedon, too (Tennes, though not in Troy, is still close enough to count, too, I'd say). And there's then his affection for Hecuba, Helenos, and Kassandra.

There's also Panthoos, who is a priest of Apollo in Troy but apparently originally came from Delphi. Wikipedia lists only Servius' commentary, where the version given is that Priam sent one of Antenor's sons to Delphi for oracular inquiry, and when said son saw the young, beautiful priest of Apollo, he kidnapped him. The article mentions another version from other scholia, however, where the Trojan envoy sent comes back with Panthoos because he has come willingly, to interpret the oracle's statement to Priam directly. (Did Apollo ask him to, perhaps?)

And then there's Paris, who he kills Achilles with. Apollo's present (with or without Paris) on a couple vase parts connected to the Judgement; either as part of the procession led by Hermes, or conversing with Zeus and Eris. Apollo gets described as Paris' patron before Aphrodite in Mancilla's thesis Artistic and literary representations of the Judgement of Paris in antiquity, as part of an explanation for Apollo's appearances in connection to the Judgement (or just with Paris, not in connecting to either the Judgement or killing Achilles). And that does make sense, in a way (though he doesn't explain why he describes Apollo this way). Paris is an archer and a lyrist, and even as a herder he has connections to the more 'rustic' parts of Apollo's repertoire.

#apollo #greek myth thoughts #trojan family

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@hadoriel

I have so many thoughts this is gonna necessitate its own post

First things first: I really wish Blizzard would stop trying to 'justify' why any race can be any class. At a certain point they need to just go 'normally members of XYZ culture don't follow this path, but there are exceptions to every norm' and just leave it at that. The player can come up with their own reasons as to why their lightforged is a warlock or their dwarf is a druid or their orc is a paladin.

I mean shit, the roleplayers have already been doing that for years, and most of that is still impossible in-game.

Second, addendum to the first: Blizzard I'm screaming sobbing and crying PLEASE stop making all priest and paladin organizations Holy Light coded.

Please. Stop.

Just stop. Just... just let us have holy organizations that aren't Holy Light. Take your hands off the night elf paladins... let them go be with Elune... do not enforce a new Holy Light Night Elf Religious Order...

Loa-Priests don't need to be Holy Light coded either. ok? okay?

Remember that the entire Cult of the Forgotten Shadow & the concept of Discipline Priests who wield Light and Shadow in tandem are all literally a psyop created by Xal'atath.

Third: I think there's actually some real meat to the concept of Tyr being deified by paladins, and let me get into it.

So the legend of Tyr was very long-standing in human society. He was seen as a paragon, as an ideal, as the perfect hero, etc.

Particularly in Lordaeron, where multiple locations are named after him. Sometime in the modern era, syncrety between Tyr and the Light started up — likely as a result of the Order of the Silver Hand taking Tyr's symbol as the symbol of their organization. Silver Hand paladins begin associating Tyr more and more with the way of the paladin, of the heroic and just knight and begin pursuing his legend.

They steal his hammer and everything.

Now the Tyr's Guard is established as only becoming paladins after the Order of the Silver Hand was created and the first paladins were trained to battle the orcs, so: the Tyr's Guard haven't secretly been paladins this whole time. This will be important.

Travard basically starts peddling Tyr as a champion of the Light, yada yada. As he reforms the Tyr's Guard through Dragonflight, he establishes four tenets of Tyr that the Tyr's Guard observes:

Justice, Order, Sacrifice, and Compassion.

And these are interesting because the five tenets of the Holy Light bestowed upon the first priestess, Mereldar, are:

Justice, Holiness, Protection, Compassion, and Retribution.

... and it is also interesting to note that in the Reforging of the Tyr's Guard document's entry for Justice, 'Vengeance' (retribution) is disavowed.

So. Both observe Justice and Compassion. The Tyr's Guard disavows Retribution. Protection and Sacrifice are the same concept (the Tyr's Guard example of Sacrifice is literally a willingness to give one's life to protect another.) Order and Holiness seem fairly similar, but could be different.

So. What I'm saying here is...

HERESY!

The Tyr's Guard is effectively a cult that decided their blorbo (Tyr) is the bestest symbol of the Holy Light ever, and have begun attributing the works of other devout followers and oracles of the Light to Tyr, and probably have rampant good PR banked up via the longstanding mythologization of Tyr by humanity (note that, just because he is a venerated myth, doesn't mean the myth is the man) and the Order of the Silver Hand using Tyr's symbol.

And I know Blizzard's not going to follow through on the implications of this, but think:

We could finally have the Light followers having some internal strife on whether or not this is acceptable practice and conduct or if this Tyr thing has gone too far, especially as they start to learn about the real Tyr and not just the legend of Tyr, and maybe, you know. Start swingin' at each other.

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Saints &Reading: Wednesday, February 21, 2024

february 8_february 21

E PROPHET ZECHARIAH (ZAKHARIAH) THE SICKLE-SEER FROM AMONGST THE 12MINOR PROPHETS (520 BC)

The Prophet Zachariah the Sickle-Seer the eleventh of the twelve Minor Prophets. He was descended from the tribe of Levi, and seems to have been a priest (Nehemiah 12:4,16). He was called to prophetic service at a young age and became, in the wondrous expression of church hymnology, “a spectator of supra-worldly visions.”

The Book of the Prophet Zachariah contains inspired details about the coming of the Messiah (Zach 6:12); about the last days of the Savior’s earthly life, about the Entry of the Lord into Jerusalem on a young donkey (Zach 9:9); about the betrayal of the Lord for thirty pieces of silver and the purchase of the potter’s field with them (Zach 11:12-13); about the piercing of the Savior’s side (Zach 12:10); about the scattering of the apostles from the Garden of Gethsemane (Zach 13:7); about the eclipse of the sun at the time of the Crucifixion (Zach 14:6-7).

“Enlightened by dawnings all above,” the Prophet Zachariah, “saw the future as it were the present.” According to Tradition, this “most true God-proclaimer” lived to old age and was buried near Jerusalem, beside his illustrious contemporary and companion, the Prophet Haggai (December 16). The title “Sickle-Seer” given Zachariah comes from a vision in which he saw a sickle flying in the air, destroying thieves and perjurors (Zach 5:1-3).

The holy Prophet Zachariah died around 520 B.C. His tomb was discovered in 415 in a village near Eleutheropolis (Sozomen, Hist. Eccles. VI:32, IX:17). At the prophet’s feet was the body of a child dressed in royal accouterments. His holy relics were transferred to the church of Saint James the Brother of the Lord (October 23) in Constantinople.

1 PETER 4:1-11

1Therefore, since Christ suffered for us in the flesh, arm yourselves also with the same mind, for he who has suffered in the flesh has ceased from sin, 2 that he no longer should live the rest of his time in the flesh for the lusts of men, but for the will of God. 3 For we have spent enough of our past lifetime in doing the will of the Gentiles-when we walked in lewdness, lusts, drunkenness, revelries, drinking parties, and abominable idolatries. 4 In regard to these, they think it strange that you do not run with them in the same flood of dissipation, speaking evil of you. 5 They will give an account to Him who is ready to judge the living and the dead. 6For this reason the gospel was preached also to those who are dead, that they might be judged according to men in the flesh, but live according to God in the spirit. 7 But the end of all things is at hand; therefore be serious and watchful in your prayers. 8 And above all things have fervent love for one another, for "love will cover a multitude of sins." 9 Be hospitable to one another without grumbling.10 As each one has received a gift, minister it to one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. 11 If anyone speaks, let him speak as the oracles of God. If anyone ministers, let him do it as with the ability which God supplies, that in all things God may be glorified through Jesus Christ, to whom belong the glory and the dominion forever and ever. Amen.

MARK 12:28-37

28 Then one of the scribes came, and having heard them reasoning together, perceiving that He had answered them well, asked Him, "Which is the first commandment of all?" 29 Jesus answered him, "The first of all the commandments is: 'Hear, O Israel, the LORD our God, the LORD is one. 30 'And you shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.' This is the first commandment. 31 And the second, like it, is this: 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' There is no other commandment greater than these. 32 So the scribe said to Him, "Well said, Teacher. You have spoken the truth, for there is one God, and there is no other but He. 33 And to love Him with all the heart, with all the understanding, with all the soul, and with all the strength, and to love one's neighbor as oneself, is more than all the whole burnt offerings and sacrifices. 34 Now when Jesus saw that he answered wisely, He said to him, "You are not far from the kingdom of God." But after that no one dared question Him. 35 Then Jesus answered and said, while He taught in the temple, "How is it that the scribes say that the Christ is the Son of David? 36 For David himself said by the Holy Spirit:'The LORD said to my Lord, Sit at My right hand, Till I make Your enemies Your footstool." ' 37 Therefore David himself calls Him 'Lord'; how is He then his Son? And the common people heard Him gladly.

#orthodoxy #orthodoxchristianity #easternorthodoxchurch #originofchristianity #spirituality #holyscriptures #gospel #bible #wisdom #saints

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DAILY ANGEL MESSAGE!

Take a deep breath, let it out slowly, say this prayer and then keep reading: "Thank you, angels, for revealing to me what I need to know".

YOUR MESSAGE

When the Emerald Tablet Activation card appears, you are being called to remember the gifts you are carrying from previous lifetimes. Even if you don’t always understand how to express them, there’s a part of you that knows you hold great power within.

This is a special time for you to use that power to bring into manifestation all that you need for your life to unfold in a way that is in alignment with your best interests. All that has unfolded so far has given you the opportunity to learn and grow—even the unsettling moments. But you are a master alchemist with the capacity to take all that was once challenging and use it to create positive opportunities for yourself. “As above, so below”—all the thoughts you send up to Source will contribute to your evolution on Earth

ABOUT

The Emerald Tablet is one of the most celebrated of the Hermetic texts, a series of sacred Egyptian/Greek texts from the second century or earlier. They form the basis of Hermeticism, a spiritual tradition that brings together science and spirituality through investigations into the cosmos, mind, and nature. Most of the texts are a series of dialogues between a teacher and a student and are based on the concept of alchemy, the art of turning lead into gold, or something that is leaden and heavy into a golden opportunity.

The Emerald Tablet is said to have been carved on a bright green stone that was transported to Egypt around the Fall of Atlantis and stored in the Halls of Amenti under the Great Pyramid. Although this legend is widespread, the origin of the text is shrouded in mystery.

We do know that is made up of 14 passages, which first appeared in a book written sometime between the sixth and eighth centuries, and has been highly influential. Its most famous statement is “As above, so below,” meaning that what is in the high heavens is reflected upon the Earth. The author signs off as “Hermes Trismegistus,” which is another name for Thoth, who is featured in this deck and is thought to have been the priest‑king of Atlantis. The idea is that he knew of the approaching end of that civilization and hid the Emerald Tablet and many other teachings in order to preserve them for spiritual aspirants in the future.

CONNECT

Recite the Emerald Tablet’s most famous words: “As above, so below. Working the miracles of One. All things come from One.”

Deck: Gateway of Light Activation Oracle

Artist: Jennifer Hawkyard

Thank you for sharing this card if it relates to you!

Kyle Gray

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ancientcraftnoccultism · 2 years

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🌿 Herb Of The Day

Title: Acorn

Gender: Masculine

Element: Fire

Planet: Sun

📜 Folklore & History 📜

The acorns are beginning to fall. They have a long history of use by witches as sacred and magical implements, and the ancient Celts valued them much along with their druid priests. Acorns represent the miracle of rebirth, and oaks are considered sacred by druids. Acorns are also mentioned in numerous tales and traditions, including those of Native Americans and the Nordic culture. The druids, according to Witchipedia, see acorns as a symbol of magic. Acorns were employed in various rites and customs, such as the Samhain Sabbath, in the oldest traditions.

During the witch hunts, it was customary to deliver an acorn to other witches to let them know you were one. I've gathered a lot, some of which I'll use to make altar wreaths and some of which I'll save in my pocket to give to other witches. I enjoy the concept of smiling and handing out acorns to others.

According to accounts of old English tales, acorns originally had significance in the world of witchcraft and magic. At a time when Celtic witches had to brew potions and cast charms in the shadows, it is thought that witches would exchange acorns in the woods to identify each other and to let the other know that they were in safe company, much like Christians the symbol of the Icthys.

In Greek mythology, the oak was a sacred tree associated with Zeus, the supreme god. To this day, Zeus’s oracle in Epirus has the sacred oak in the middle of the grove, and priests would try to uncover messages from the gods by interpreting the rustling of the oak’s leaves.

Norse mythology has its own history with the acorns. Tall oaks attracted lightning, and so the tree was thought to be sacred to Thor, the god of lightning. After riding out storms, druids would come and collect acorns, which were always miraculously spared from the god’s wrath.

With this legend in mind, Scandinavians would usually put an acorn on the windowsill whenever a huge storm would blow, as a gesture of respect to Thor, and to ask protection from destructive lightning. Of course, these were in the ancient days when people believed that lightning enters one’s home through the window.

Another Norse legend has it that the god, Odin, picked an oak tree to hang himself from, so he could gain the tree’s aged wisdom.

Indeed, some oak trees can live up to a thousand years old, and it’s both fascinating and amazing to think that such a strong, stable and old tree could spring up from a lowly little acorn. This is where the proverb great oaks from little acorns grow comes from to signify that great things can emerge from small and humble beginnings.

While other cultures content themselves with carrying acorns or using them as ornaments in order to recreate the wonderful legends of how oak trees carry the good graces of gods and witches, other cultures consume acorns both as a standalone delicacy and a tasty ingredient to more complex meals.

The first to do this were the druids, who believed that the fruit of the mighty oak tree contained prophetic qualities. In fact, historians are of the opinion that the word ‘druid’ literally comes from the Celtic word for acorn.

🔮 Metaphysical Properties

To harness the protective magickal properties of oak and acorns, tie 2 oak twigs into a cross with red thread and hang it in the home or wherever you need protection. This is a strong protective amulet and will keep any malevolent energy and negativity at bay. Placing acorns on window sills will help to keep lightning away from your home while carrying a piece of oak wood will protect your person from harm while also drawing luck to you.

Planting an acorn on the night of the new moon will ensure that abundance will grow in your life. Keeping an acorn on your person brings fertility. This doesn’t necessarily mean physical fertility but can also bring you fertility of ideas, creativity or abundance. Wearing an oak leaf close to your heart will ensure that that you aren’t misled.

To see if you are compatible with a possible love, place 2 acorn caps into a bowl of very still water while thinking about the person you are interested in. If the acorn caps come together then you are well-matched and if they float apart maybe the time for the 2 of you isn’t quite right. Since timing is everything, just because the timing isn’t perfect right now doesn’t mean that it might not be right in the future.

To cleanse a home where someone is sick, make a fire from oak wood (obviously only if you have a fire place) to draw the sickness out. Please don’t do this in place of visiting a trained medical professional though. If you don’t have a fireplace, you can burn some dried oak leaves in order to smoke cleanse your home. If you happen to catch a falling oak leaf, some people believe that you will be safe from winter colds and flu.

🍴⚕️ Culinary & Medicinal

Acorns are the nuts of oak trees, which grow abundantly across the globe. Once a staple food for various societies, acorns are not as frequently consumed today. Acorns have gained a bad reputation because they contain tannins — a group of bitter plant compounds that may be harmful when consumed in high amounts. Tannins are considered an antinutrient, which means that they reduce your body’s ability to absorb essential nutrients from food.

Additionally, consuming high amounts of tannins may lead to adverse health effects, such as severe liver damage and cancer. However, most of the tannins leach out of acorns when they’re prepared for consumption — often by soaking or boiling. While no studies exist on the toxicity of raw acorns in humans, these nuts are rarely eaten raw.

A 1-ounce (28-gram) serving of dried acorns contains the following nutrients

Calories: 144

Protein: 2 grams

Fat: 9 grams

Carbs: 15 grams

Fiber: 4 grams

Vitamin A: 44% of the Reference Daily Intake (RDI)

Vitamin E: 20% of the RDI

Iron: 19% of the RDI

Manganese: 19% of the RDI

Potassium: 12% of the RDI

Vitamin B6: 10% of the RDI

Folate: 8% of the RDI

Scientists have also identified over 60 beneficial plant compounds in acorns, including catechins, resveratrol, quercetin, and gallic acid — potent antioxidants that can help protect your cells from damage.

The bacteria in your gut play a key role in your overall health. An imbalance of these bacteria has been linked to obesity, diabetes, and bowel diseases. Acorns are a great source of fiber, which nourishes your beneficial gut bacteria. Additionally, acorns have long been used as an herbal remedy to treat stomach pain, bloating, nausea, diarrhea, and other common digestive complaints.

Antioxidants are compounds that defend your cells from damage caused by potentially harmful molecules called free radicals. Research suggests that diets high in antioxidants may help prevent chronic illnesses, such as heart disease, diabetes, and certain cancers. Acorns are rich in antioxidants like vitamins A and E, as well as numerous other plant compounds.

Collecting and preparing acorns can be time-consuming. Though abundant in the wild, they’re not commonly sold in grocery stores. You may need to order them online if you’re unable to forage your own. You also have to leach them of their tannins to reduce their bitterness and ensure that they are safe to eat. This can be done by boiling or soaking. Though this process is quite simple, it may feel cumbersome — especially since other nuts are readily available and much easier to eat.

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

Some people report nausea and constipation from raw acorns, though this has not been confirmed by research. What’s more, the tannins give these nuts a bitter flavor. Thus, is not recommended to eat raw acorns. You can easily remove the tannins by boiling or soaking your acorns. This process eliminates their bitterness and makes them safe to eat.

Acorns are a tree nut, which is one of the most common allergens worldwide. Allergic reactions to tree nuts range from mild itching, scratchy throat, and watery eyes to anaphylaxis — a potentially life-threatening response that can cause extreme difficulty breathing.

#baby witch #beginner witch #dark witchcraft #elder witch #herbalism #herbology #herbs #whimsigoth #witch aesthetic #witch herbs #witchcraft #witchblr #witchcore #witch tip #spirituality

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Theseus #1 - "Pythia: Oracle of Delphi"King Aegeus of Athens, still childless, travels to the Pythia oracle at Delphi for advice. The Pythia, ever famous for her enigmatic and ambiguous prophecies, tells him “Do not uncork the wineskin until you have reached Athens.” Zeus, wanting to locate the center of the world, released two eagles flying in opposite directions around the earth at equal speeds, and the birds reached one another at a specific point above the slope of Mount Parnassus. Here Zeus placed a sacred stone called the Omphalus, or “naval of the earth.” A serpent, Pytho (son of Gaia) guarded the stone, until Apollo came and slew the creature, establishing the site as a divine source for receiving messages directly from the god of prophecy. Before entering the temple, priestesses and pilgrims alike would wash themselves in the soul cleansing waters of the Castilian spring for purification. In a sacred, inner sanctum, the Pythia, (head oracle priestess) was said to sit upon a tripod and breath in toxic vapors (said to be toxic fumes from Pythos rotting body) from a chasm below in the cave rock. The fumes could have been methane or ethylene, while others have theorized, she chewed or inhaled smoke from Oleander leaves. The priestess then fell into a trance, and receiving divine inspiration from Apollo, spoke in tongues that was interpreted and translated by priests into dactylic hexameter (the poetic meter used in ancient Greek epics like the Iliad.) The Delphi site was sprawling and complex; holding the religious temple of Apollo, a stadium and gymnasium for the Pythian games, an outdoor theatre, a hippodrome for chariot races, among others. There were three philosophical phrases carved into the temple known as the “Delphic Maxims.” They were; “know thyself,” “Nothing in Excess,” and “Surety Brings Ruin.”Like this art? It will be in my illustrated book with over 130 other full page illustrations coming in June to kickstarter. to get unseen free hi-hes art subscribe to my email newsletter

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