Here we are at the bottom of the year. The pit of darkness, cold and grim. From here we begin the ascent to glorious summer! Sun! Warmth! Leaves! Flowers! Light!
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To celebrate the winter solstice, Latvians disguise as animals, gypsies, or devils, and go house to house singing & dancing. This brings luck & chases away evil spirits.
(Photo via Spekozols)
[Strange Company]
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“Our personal mythologies intermingle with the myths of the land. We become part of a place and its history. And even when we do not originate from a place, dwelling with intention helps us be of a place. We become local. In other words, to dwell with intention is an act of homecoming.”
― Solstice, The Earth Spirit Hearth and Home
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Countdown to Christmas; Part 4- December 21 (4 Days left)
Surprise! Being done with this year’s art gifts for Christmas a week before the holidays I decided to make a little challenge and give you guys my own silly version of a Christmas calender featuring the K-crew and JO :3
It's the winter soltice!! For this reason it felt only fitting doing something with lights :3 So here's our little ray of sunshine orange tabby kitty lighting up the night x'D
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Scratch - Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader
A/N: Day 5 of my 12 Days of Christmas event.
Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader
Prompt: Happy Belated Birthday Gilbert I had to sneak this one in during his birthday month
Word Count: 532
Tags: fluff
The winter solstice was the shortest day of the year. Some believed that the winter soltice’s lack of sunlight was caused by monsters who stole the sun away. Others saw the solstice as an opportunity to create good in the face of evil. To be born on the winter solstice was considered spiritually significant, as those born on that day were believed to be imbued with unique qualities such as wisdom and intuition.
It was also on this day that Gilbert von Obsidian entered this world.
Gilbert greeted you with a smile. A smile so blissful, so beautiful it stole your breath away. A smile you hoped would greet you every day for the rest of your life.
“...hi…” you mouthed, your voice stolen along with your breath.
Light laughter filled the room. Joyful and childlike, it was a sound you hoped Gilbert would never cease to make. He lifted his hand to your face, sweeping damp bangs from your forehead. His hand fell to your shoulder and down your bare arm, his thumb tracing the bite marks he left on your skin earlier that evening.
You shivered at his touch. Not from pain – your skin wasn’t still too sore – but the painful pleasure of his earlier bites remained on your skin like a fading memory.
His hand fell further to your waist. Wrapped in sheets, your soft skin was denied the pleasure of his touch. He tugged on the sheet, his fingers digging in through the thin fabric as he pulled your body closer to you, seeking your warmth.
It couldn’t have been long that you were asleep; you were still coming down from your euphoric high as he held you tightly. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, your fingers ghosted where you left your mark on his skin. Pressing your cheek against his bare chest, you smiled when you heard his steady heartbeat. The sign that he was alive.
“Happy Birthday, Gil,” you whispered as you dragged your hand down his spine, resting on the small of his back. “I hope it was a good birthday.”
“It wasn’t bad,” he replied with a wry smile.
Pressing your body closer to his, you looked up into his face, your heart in awe of his beauty without his eyepatch.
“I hope you’ll let me celebrate your birthday with you next year.”
He brushed a kiss upon your forehead, his lips smiling against your skin. “Little rabbit, you are the only one allowed to celebrate my birthday.”
Cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand, you brought your mouth to his, pressing another birthday kiss on his lips.
And with another kiss came another birthday wish for your love.
Let me love you, my Gilbert. Let me remind you every year, every birthday, how loved you are. Let me make your birthday a happy day. One you grow to look forward to. One you could look back on and recall happy memories.
My gift to you today and everyday is my love. If loving the villain means I am a sinner, then let me be a sinner for the rest of my days. Because nothing else matters.
Nothing else matters but Gilbert.
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Persephone: Zagreus, honey, what do you want for Winter Solstice?
Zagreus: I want my very own bow and arrow like Aunt Artemis!
Persephone: Oh, no, honey. You’ll shoot your eye out.
Hades: Aw, c’mon, Seph. Let the kid have a bow and arrow.
Persephone: Hades, those things are dangerous. You know how many souls we get down here just from bow and arrow incidents alone?
Hades: He’s immortal. He won’t kill himself.
Persephone: Yeah, but he can still get hurt. I don’t want to spend half of Winter Solstice tending to accidental arrow injuries.
Hades: Look, if he gets hurt from a bow and arrow this Winter Soltice I will personally tend to his injuries. In fact, I won’t even let him get hurt!
Persephone: *gives him a look*
Zagreus: Does that mean I’m getting a bow and arrow for Winter Solstice!?
Persephone: *smiles* We’ll think about it. Now go get ready for school. You’re gonna be late.
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Thinking about Rhysand on that Winter Solstice 30 years into his slavery Under the Mountain. How he was underground on the longest night of the year, unable to see the stars, longing to spend the Solstice with his family.
Thinking about the Inner Circle. How for years they probably didn't celebrate the solstice without Rhys, but after 30 Soltices without him they at least attempted to pull something together. They knew it was what Rhysand would want, even if the empty chair felt like a missing limb. There was no snowball fight, but lots of wine. Probably more tears than laughter.
Thinking about how on that same night, across the world and unbeknownst to all of them, a human girl was born. And 20 years later she would be the one to bring their High Lord home.
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i think the best way to make a series memorable and overall hype as fuck is to have a bunch of the coolest jobbers ever to up the cool factor of whoever is beating them
thats particularly what i think works so well about jojo, because we'll see a random ass dude walk up to our protagonist and go "my name is Splimdrabos Flopenscerca with a Q. my stand is BE-YONCE-E and it has the power to alter the Earth's atmosphere with cosmic radiation, but in such a way where it only makes peoples toenails poisonous, an ability i used to kill the prime minister of my home town of croatia, oklahoma. i was born when the winter and summer soltices in europe converged after my mother committed a murder suicide with my father, but a wandering minstral managed to save me from being put into the Baby Organ Grinder by the local villagers, though I later had to kill him because he was cursed to die by my hand. i exclusively enjoy listening to prog rock orchestrals remixed with five nights at freddys soundbytes. my penis has a mutation where a slight curve difference brings out the maximum potential pleasure of the prostate, which had me declared unholy and uninvited to every church after i made the christian pope cum. prepare to have your medulla oblongata obliterated!" and then he's punched once and explodes. and like hes not even the only guy
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