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[wingedblooms]

Language of creation

This post synthesizes the potential forms Elain’s magic might take in her story because of her connection to Wyrd’s original power, creation.

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Farseeing and Benevolent Wyrd

Farseeing and benevolent Wyrd is the higher force in the Maasverse. She is described as a mother to all, and a cauldron of life, brimming with the language of creation. Over time, she became known as the goddess of fate but is actually a force that governs worlds. Very few depictions of her exist because she, like fate, often shifts form. The one consistent depiction we see of her is a bowl held by female hands. Sometimes the full female figure is shown. This depiction appears in the Spring Court (acotar), Night Court (acosf), and the Bone Quarter (hofas). She is referenced across worlds in different terms (Wyrd; Urd; Mother, Cauldron, Fate/Forces That Be; and I suspect we’ll discover Chaos is yet another one of her names. I use them interchangeably for this reason).

There is still debate in the fandom on whether Wyrd (the Cauldron) is separate from the Mother. The Cauldron (Wyrd) is described as a mother to all and a dark womb, and we know life blossoms from her in female hands, so I lean more toward these terms describing different parts of one consciousness. And the female form in her depictions represent female vessels, or bearers, of her creative powers (and I know others, including @offtorivendell, suspect the same) rather than a goddess.

In acowar, we learn that three stones represent the three faces of the Mother (Wyrd) in scrying. It would make sense for these three faces to describe the three parts of her identity: Cauldron and Mother and Fate/Forces. She is a literal Stone Mother (Cauldron) that breaks into three pieces like a blossom unfurling. Her power birthed the world (Mother), and she moves like a force through the universe to maintain order (Fate) in a grand tapestry.

Mountains, objects, and females can bear her power. There are three sacred sister peaks and the one in the heart of the Night Court (Ramiel) was depicted as bearing Wyrd. The priestesses’ invoking stones are said to bear her healing power. And the three Archeron sisters, two of which were reforged in her dark womb, represent her three faces in the flesh. Like the peaks and stones, the Archeron sisters function as vessels and can channel Wyrd’s power. Feyre puts her hands directly on the Cauldron and calls to mind the image of life flowing from Wyrd in Spring. Nesta calls upon the Mother, the Cauldron to help her master death and save her family. To follow the pattern, we’ll probably see Elain use Wyrd’s power for rebirth. Life and death and rebirth.

Among her sisters, Elain is especially connected to Wyrd. It gave her such powers and her Wyrdcrown (my word, not Sarah’s) reflects Wyrd’s blossoming imagery and power: sleeping buds among leaves and thorns. I’ve wondered before if she has direct access to Wyrd’s secret language (creation), which could manifest in different ways.

Elain senses the threads of creation around her

When she was first Made, it seemed as though Elain experienced sensory overload and didn’t know how to control it. She struggled to distinguish dream from reality and sensed life (earthworms, heartbeats, etc.) around her. Like @silverlinedeyes and @offtorivendell, it made me wonder if she could sense creation differently. Does creation sound like a song, every creature possessing their own unique melody that she can hear and respond to, as @silverlinedeyes and @offtorivendell suggested long ago? What might she see when her doe eyes land on them - vibrant threads of life that flow across time and space? Can she influence those threads and weave new possibilities in Wyrd’s grand tapestry? Is that why she needed to be present to learn about the living thread of Hope within the Void?

Elain as a weaver of the threads of creation

Blossoming with life—@willowmeres, @offtorivendell, and I have wondered if Elain has a deep connection to the land like those with earth magic, allowing her to sense channels of energy (threads of life) and feel discomfort when those channels are warped, like they might be in thin places (e.g., Hewn City). As a gardener, it would make sense for her to play a key role in freeing the magic of the land in those places and weaving new life—blossoms, vines, trees—into the earth’s tapestry.

Farseeing—We know that Elain is farseeing like Wyrd, but how far, exactly? If trained, can she pluck a thread and unravel a creature’s past, present, and future? Understand their secrets on sight like Baba Yellowlegs? Influence their fate, as she seems to do from the shadows? Feyre suggests Elain might hear the whisperings of Wyrd in her murky realm, which I’ve theorized is a direct pathway to Wyrd’s dark womb, the Cauldron. She seems to be able to use this connection to locate living creatures (like the Suriel) who travel as swiftly as the wind, without any formal training. As she wanders with Wyrd, will she need something, say a grounding ritual at dawn, to keep her tethered to the earth?

Traveling like a force—Elain repeatedly appears suddenly and surprises her family. Has she just learned how to use light and shadow to her advantage from her friends, or does she possess the power to winnow? Winnow derives from the Old English word for wind and can be used to describe the movement of the wind (or bird wings in flight 👀). It makes sense that the ability to winnow in acotar allows characters to travel like an unseen force, like the wind, like…Wyrd. It’s no coincidence Elain’s first question to Azriel yielded information on Illyrians hearing the song of the wind, and characters connected to Elain—Azriel, Nuala, Cerridwen, and Lucien—possess the ability to travel fluidly. Three of them also have fluid forms.

Shifting form—Wyrd is notoriously hard to depict because she continually shifts form. Even before we learn this in CC, it is demonstrated in the acotar series. Wyrd slithers like a snake when she steals Elain from camp and shifts into different creatures during the final battle when Feyre is connected to her through a direct, living bond. She soars through the battlefield like a bird, skims the ground like an insect above a pond, and creeps along like a hound at Nesta’s side. (As an aside, I think the bones in scrying might represent different animal forms of creation; another nod to Wyrd.) The most interesting part about this scene, though, is that when Feyre begs Wyrd for help, it is Elain—not Wyrd—who appears out of nowhere and answers her call, reinforcing the link between Wyrd and Elain. Elain is also associated with an animal form, one that is linked to rebirth: the lovely fawn. The Suriel saw her doe eyes peering at it from across the world. Like Wyrd, does she travel in animal form in her sight? Is it possible Elain can learn how to weave different forms in reality, like Dorian, with her powers? That might explain why she asked Amren so pointedly about changing forms over dinner in acofas.

Healing—Wyrd’s power is connected to healing (rebirth). In tod, we learned that raw healing magic is pure life and most associated with the dawn. The Dawn Court in acotar is also known for powerful healing. And while we witnessed a dusk service in Lady Death’s story, we have yet to see what the priestesses in the Night Court do at dawn (groundings 🤞). Elain is consistently compared to the loveliness of dawn and glows like it in the dead of night. Will this association remain figurative? Or will we see Elain, like her sisters, channel Wyrd’s healing magic? Perhaps we will see her use healing magic to unbind Wyrd and the land since those with raw healing magic can unbind the very fabric of life, of worlds.

Wyrd’s creative magic appears to be fluid and interconnected, so if our gardener is as connected to her mighty power as we’ve been led to believe, it would make sense for her to be able to use it fluidly in her story as well.

[tomscryingcorner]

you promised me you'd be here forever

[vaperarmand]

phantom thread // “and that’s the end of it. there’s nothing else,” interview with the vampire

[4evamc]

Misha Collins,2023 on Threads

[tspstuff]

I'mma just let it count as camping for the road trip (I mean who wouldn't watch the sunset when you're camping, hm?)

the little guy belongs to @narrabug

[zantedeschia-praesul]

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[johaerys-writes]

Any hcs on Pat's beard in disasters AU? Thank you 😊

He doesn’t have one in the timeline of the actual fic, but he does get one later on! I hc that he goes through a moustache phase before he upgrades into a full beard, and it's all because Achilles is constantly on his knees begging like "pls pls pls let it grow pls I'll do anything you want pretty please 🥹🙏 with sugar on top 🥹🫶" He's obsessed ahaha. And Patroclus CAN technically grow a full luscious one but I think he only ever does a short, trimmed one. Very modest, all things considered. Achilles' begging has its limits, I think 😅

[svtellite]

˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰ closed starter for @imvgincs! ꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄

Eunjae stared at the long list that Sunghee and Grey had left, with very detailed instructions on everything that had to be done to take care of their daughter. "Mash her food; only two bottles before bed…" he read to himself while scratching his head as his eyes scanned the list once again. "Yo, do you even know how to change a diaper?" he asked, looking over at Minjae, horrified. He was so out of his element here that he only agreed solely because he loved his sister and wanted to spend more time with his niece. But this list was completely overwhelming, and at least Minjae was there. 

[mimikyu-oli]

Scraped chapter 1 dialogue.

That's it?

Are they dead?

Did they finally done it?

He frown.

They better be.

He hope they all died in the fire.

It would be quite frustrating if he and Henry had done all this hard work, for all of it to be for nothing.

He sigh.

Anyway, what's done is done. No one can change that.

At least his boss didn't fired him this time.

…

Wait!

…

His boss DID fired him.

…..

Oh well.

[enternights]

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘.　kieran's apartment, november 4th, 12pm 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛.　kieran talbot @horrorphase

𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗳’𝘀  𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁  𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗱  𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻  𝗼𝗳  𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲  𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱  𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼  𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴,  his  heart  dropped  to  his  stomach  upon  hearing  kieran’s  name.  what  did  he  have  to  do  with  this?  they’d  attempted  to  ease  his  nerves,  assured  him  that  this  was  all  initial  investigations  to  gather  evidence,  but  the  nagging  feeling  that  there  was  more  never  leaved  him  alone.  everyone  knows  what  kieran  is  like  —  more  importantly,  everyone  knows  what  he  isn’t  like.  he  isn’t  what  one  would  imagine  a  talbot  would  be. he isn't the man nathan expected him to grow into when first held him in his arms and looked him in his eyes ( the ones that look just like his. )  in  fact,  almost  everything  about  him  was  also  everything  nathan  stood  against.  the  anger  that  used  to  stew  in  him  for  the  way  his  eldest  turned  out  is  now  replaced  with  fear,  because  now  there  are  very  real  consequences  for  the  way  he  acts  beyond  how  he’s  perceived  and  how  that  reflects  on  nathan  and  their  family.  do people believe he  could’ve  done  this?  that  he  could  be  capable  of  murder  because  of  the  way  he  carries  himself? that there might be more than meets the eye to his unconventional interest in jacob thorne?

nathan's  lucky  charlotte  possesses  a  copy  of  kieran's  apartment  key.  his  son  seems  almost  impossible  to  reach  these  days,  though  it  might  just  be  for  him,  and  nathan  can't  exactly  blame  him  for  that.  he’s  sitting  on  a  recliner  in  the  living  room  when  the  front  door  finally  swings  open.  he  doesn’t  even  give  kieran  a  chance  to  notice  his  presence  before  he  clears  his  throat  to  get  his  attention.  “  sit  down,  ”   nathan  commands,  casting  a  stoic  gaze  upon  his  son  as  he  gestures  to  the  couch  across  from  him.  his  voice  is  stern,  rigid,  but  it's  mostly  there  to  disguise  the  real  feeling  settling  in  his  gut  —  worry.   “  do  you  wanna  tell  me  what  the  hell  you  were  doing  on the night alaina price was murdered  to  warrant  police  questioning?  ”

[r3dblccd]

When I was joking that I'm waking up from my grave and emerging from my cave I meant it

[tenderhellfire]

"Dog ears? FUCK yeah! Give me that shit right here and now." She takes the headband and sets it on her head, she could feel the ends of it cling to her scalp behind her ears but her hands ran over the ears now protruding out of her hair. They were soft to the touch and she does a fist pump, then straightens. "How do I look. Stunning I bet, can't be anything less than adorable with these babies on. Gods, I love them.."

a dash commentary for @adlishar & @triickst

[satorena]

who keeps asking me to tune into this fuck ass series i am SICK and TIRED.

[demonsfate]

even tho things are peaceful now. uhhh... jin & abaddon aren't always happy. jin went through too many traumatic events, and well... it catches up to him. jin grew up with trauma when he was 15, and wasn't able to take a break for several years. that stuff... is gonna stay with him. even if he's happier, he wants to live, he still lives with that trauma. heihachi is long dead, but he still has nightmares about him - as if he's 15 again. altho jin's trying to make peace with abaddon, abaddon is a constant reminder of his trauma, too. abaddon would have him endure the most horrific nightmares imaginable. then abaddon also just... constantly fought with him, and eventually nearly killed him.

and even abaddon can't always be peaceful either. he may have been purified, and a better & happier person now. but like, killing thousands of people will ALWAYS be on his conscience, and it's something he can never take back. it'll always eat at him. and then the way he treated jin will be something that'll always make him feel guilty.

so yeah! even tho things are calmer... their minds tend to convince them otherwise still. :') i wanna say that just because... even though jin wants to live now, and is living a calmer life, it does not mean his trauma went away... he endured too much for it to just not bother him anymore.

[tallytals]

fic so good you’re making a conspiracy wall at 5pm on a monday

[howthesleeplesswander]

“You like that, then? How it feels when I— Ah. Shhh. There’s no need to talk.”

After all, Rody’s face says it all, paired with the hiccups of whimpers bubbling through his lips, the way his breath hitches when Vincent gets him just right. He’s since pulled back from meticulous work on an exposed neck and down the curve of his shoulder, taken that moment to observe the heated blossoms in Rody’s cheeks, the twin coals of desire in his eyes. A satisfied purr rumbles in Vincent’s chest at the display, but he’s nowhere near done.

“Where is it the best?” He moves back in, tone low and guttural as he drags his teeth along the shell of his ear. “Here?” His lips fall lower, rediscovering a recently abused patch on Rody’s neck that he teases with a sharp bite. “Here?” Lower. Down to his shoulder, right there in that concave of his clavicle, Vincent takes some of that skin into his mouth and sucks generously. “Here . . . ?” He expels a weighted breath, and before his next suggestion, a wicked curve spreads across his lips.

“Or do I keep going lower?”

// vincent is impatient and needs to destroy a boy ♡ ～('▽^人)

Answered! || @sansgout

((oh don't worry, he already is B3c 🔥🔥))

Immediately, he'd been instructed not to touch.

Less than five minutes later, Rody already knew that, across all twenty-eight of his failed jobs, he'd never faced a task so difficult to succeed at.

His shirt had been cast off to a forgotten corner of the bedroom, but the cool caress of the sheets at his back was negated by the heat of Vincent's mouth on his skin. Every bite and suck pried out soft gasps and hiccuping sounds, but Rody hardly cared about his own noises.

He'd never heard Vincent sound like this before. His voice was low and rough; passionate, like he'd been yearning for this for ages. Like learning where Rody liked that torturous heat best—an impossible choice when every spot blew his mind all over again—was the most important thing in the world. But before Rody could even try to respond, Vincent paused just long enough to study him. Attentive. Hungry. Then he hummed like he was so pleased with what he saw, and Rody's brain crashed almost as spectacularly as when their mutual desires had first been made known.

When he finally rebooted, a longer sound seeped out: a pitiful attempt at finding his voice. Apparently his body was all too eager to be burned alive, for just the word "lower" from those lips made Rody's already-prominent flush follow them, spreading down to the newest bruise at his collar.

"Vince—" He couldn't help but squirm; it was all he could do to keep his hands obediently clenched in the sheets. "All of it," he murmured on a heavy breath, desire clouding his eyes. "I can't—can't choose. It all feels so good."