#13. Wind instruments

[soundswe]

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[ame-emberlea]

some odysseus & eurylochus thoughts. I love their dynamic but the fandom angers me sometimes.

(making it clear, I'm talking about some haters, not all, some of you actually make good points)

edit: it's 2am and i've had more thoughts so i word-vomited them all out in the tags

[shadowed-yet-vibrant]

The bi-weekly big music discourse posts on this site make my teeth ache. Like, yeah, you should probably at least try to listen to music that’s not Top 40 indie pop. Yeah, it’s okay if you end up not liking it. Yeah, you should still probably assess whether your listening habits are connected to any biases, internalized or otherwise.

[apod]

2024 November 13

Barred Spiral Galaxy NGC 1365 from Webb Image Credit: NASA, ESA, CSA, Janice Lee (NOIRLab) - Processing: Alyssa Pagan (STScI)

Explanation: A mere 56 million light-years distant toward the southern constellation Fornax, NGC 1365 is an enormous barred spiral galaxy about 200,000 light-years in diameter. That's twice the size of our own barred spiral Milky Way. This sharp image from the James Webb Space Telescope's Mid-Infrared Instrument (MIRI) reveals stunning details of this magnificent spiral in infrared light. Webb's field of view stretches about 60,000 light-years across NGC 1365, exploring the galaxy's core and bright newborn star clusters. The intricate network of dusty filaments and bubbles is created by young stars along spiral arms winding from the galaxy's central bar. Astronomers suspect the gravity field of NGC 1365's bar plays a crucial role in the galaxy's evolution, funneling gas and dust into a star-forming maelstrom and ultimately feeding material into the active galaxy's central, supermassive black hole.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap241113.html

[melefim]

Dead Boy Detectives full soundtrack!

(Or at least all the ones I could find)

I’ve seen several soundtrack playlists floating around, but unfortunately a lot have other songs added or are missing some that were used in the show, so I went ahead and made my own!

Below the cut is a full listing of when each song was used during the show, timestamped as accurately as I could manage.

Please let me know if there are any songs I missed, and I’ll add them ASAP! Score will be added if/when it’s released. If anyone would be interested in separate posts for each episode, let me know and I’ll get right on it!

Enjoy!

🎥Promotional🎥:

“Psychobilly Bandits” by Alibi Music: Teaser trailer

“Welcome to the Black Parade” by My Chemical Romance: Full trailer

“Young and in Love” by Fast Forward Romance: Meet the Characters teaser

🔮The Case of Crystal Palace🔮:

“Doorman” by slowthai, Mura Masa: Hotel hallway chase scene. (2:33-2:47)

“Hang on to Yourself” by David Bowie: Prep for Crystal’s case. (11:59-12:30)

“Bad Feeling” by Cobra Man: What Crystal is listening to on her headphones in the subway before the David the Demon fight. (12:36-13:04)

“I’m Telling Your Mum” by Danny Farrant, Paul Rawson: Jenny’s introduction. (21:46-22:44)

“It’s Not Unusual” by Tom Jones: In the Malt shop after they find Esther’s house and after Crystal sees David the Demon. (26:42-27:38, 29:24-29:47)

“Bones of Rock” by The Boneless Ones: In the background during Crystal and Jenny’s talk in the alley. (34:03-35:07)

“Take the Rest of Me” by Brocklesby Crooke: Dandelion sprites- Crystal meeting Niko. (36:39-36:51)

“Deal Wiv It” by Mura Masa, slowthai (instrumental): Meeting David the Demon flashback. (38:36-39:10)

“So What?” by NOISY (instrumental): Planning Becky’s rescue in the butcher shop. (41:34-42:19)

“White Teeth” by The Screaming Gypsy Bandits: Record playing inside Esther’s house. (43:33-44:30)

“Surfing in the Sky” by The Vaccines: Fight in Esther’s front yard. (49:08-49:50)

“Missing” by slowthai (instrumental): Sending Becky home, heading back to the butcher shop. (51:23-52:34)

🌼The Case of the Dandelion Shrine🌼:

“Take the Rest of Me” by Brocklesby Crooke: Dandelion sprites- Niko faints outside the bathroom and attracts attention in the butcher shop. (12:48-12:52, 28:29-28:57)

“Natural Successor” by Pictish Trail: Turning Monty human. (47:22-49:16)

🪓The Case of the Devlin House🪓:

“Free Tonight” by Skymachine: Charles & Crystal walk into butcher shop, just a few bars on radio before anchor talks about the storm. (8:13-8:15)

“Oceans” by The Yada Yada Yadas: on radio after anchor talks about the storm while Charles and Crystal are asking Jenny about the Devlin murders. (8:21-8:50)

“Owner of a Lonely Heart” by Yes: Devlin house time loop, repeated multiple times. (First full loop 19:06-21:09. Loop repeats: 21:31-23:05, 23:36-24:38, 25:02-25:35, 26:52-27:17, 29:04-29:55, 30:22-31:24, 33:17-34:30, 34:34-35:35, 35:48-37:01, 37:18-38:55, 39:28-40:50. Final loop: 42:23-42:36)

🌊The Case of the Lighthouse Leapers🌊:

“RoMaNcE” by ShitKid: Jenny reading letter from her secret admirer, gets rent from the girls. (1:16-2:40)

“Fire Escape” by Nine One One: Jenny reading letter before finding the Night Nurse upstairs. (29:06-29:32)

“The Wellerman” (original music box version): Charles winds up music box, hits Night Nurse with it, kicks her into Angie. (43:07-43:49)

“Young Blood- White Sea Remix” by The Naked and Famous, White Sea: End of episode- Niko starts to read letters from mother, Charles and Crystal kiss, end credits. (48:22-50:59)

🐉The Case of the Two Dead Dragons 🐉:

“Thunder” by ZEE MACHINE: Interviewing students about Brad & Hunter. (14:24-15:11)

“Apocalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex: Jenny and Maxine mid-date. (26:54-28:04)

“Melting” by Kali Uchis: Jenny and Maxine late date until stalker reveal. (36:25-38:10)

“Disorder” by Joy Division: End credits. (49:49-50:41)

🍄The Case of the Creeping Forest🍄:

“Who’s Ur Girl?” By The Mysterines: Niko redecorates her room. (1:15-1:29)

“The Wellerman” (original Music box version): Sea calming music box, playing inside Angie. (13:45-14:07, 15:35-15:49)

“A.T.T.A.C.K” by Arre! Arre!: Niko tries to get Jenny to forgive her in the butcher shop. (20:49-21:57)

“Shakedown” by Infamous Stiffs: End credits. (51:17-52:11)

🕷️The Case of the Very Long Stairway🕷️:

“Under the Milky Way” by The Church: Charles��� memories of his death. (11:06-13:15)

“Dinner Jazz” by Tony Kinsey: Limbo/Hotel lobby in Hell. (17:27-18:27, 44:13-44:30)

“Revolution Action” by Atari Teenage Riot: David turns on lights and music in abandoned bowling alley. (30:20-30:48)

“Window Shopping” by Robert Foster: Gluttony/Café when exiting Hell. (43:13-43:35)

“Circle In The Sand” by Belinda Carlisle: Jenny singing in Crystal’s head while possessed. (31:43-33:50)

“Burning” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Monty flies away from rooftop, Esther works on her machine, Jenny sleeps while Niko looks at Cursed Magic 8 ball, Night Nurse knocks on supervisor’ door, Crystal eats first memory marble, end credits. (52:37-55:16)

🐍The Case of the Hungry Snake🐍 :

“Standing In The Way of Control” by Gossip: Crystal’s first memory marble. (1:18-2:04)

“I’m What You Want” by Walt Disco: Crystal Club fight memory. (8:35-8:48)

“When I’m Gone” by Ging: Crystal says goodbye and leaves the butcher shop. (16:18-18:13)

“Sleeping On Grassy Ground” by The Heavy Heavy: Charles and Edwin wake up in Esther’s house. (25:55-27:43)

“Who’s Sorry Now” by Connie Francis: Niko and Crystal break into Esther’s house. (30:35-31:17)

“Loss & Relax” by Black Belt Eagle Scout: Talking in Niko’s room. (40:44-42:59)

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And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detective ones here!

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Moves, Incidents, and Cases masterlist

Swearing Stats Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress.

[onthecrescentofthehill]

Save The Phenomenon - Dungeon Meshi Fanmix

spotify | youtube

General mix, focused on the latter half of the series, but no outright spoilers.

tracklist and lyric selections ⬇️

1: A Carrot Is As Close As A Rabbit Gets To A Diamond - Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band (Instrumental)

2: Ten Legs - Moondog

3: Save the Phenomenon - Fievel Is Glaque

Give me what's better wrong Save the phenomenon As steam stays under the lid

4: Mole in the Ground - Karen Dalton

5: Camel Swallowed Whole - JEFF The Brotherhood

Wine and milk and sweet honey too War beyond Earth and truth beyond You Silver daggers, auctioned treasures Unwise promises, unwise pleasures

6: How Will I Find You? - Jeff Tweedy

7: Weird Sisters - Sparklehorse

A big wind spitting female, rain and teeth The dark wolves fell upon me, wools and fleece

Chimera Falin vibes...idk...

8: The Lamb Ran Away with the Crown - Judee Sill

Though the beast within me's a liar He made me glow with a strange desire

9: Undertaker - Thinking Fellers Union Local 282

10: Hideous Towns - The Sundays

Don't ask me why, don't ask me why I joined the army, but it drove me barmy And it didn't help

Track for Laios...

11: Who Could Win A Rabbit - Animal Collective

Where's the time required for your health? Been hating on my new perspective Been hurrying along, no meal is ever done

12: Shapeshifter - Richard Dawson

13: I'm Going Out Of My Way - Stereolab

Get all those ghosts out of my sight, they devour all of my might

14: About to Die - Dirty Projectors

You reach out and into the absence and gasping The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace

15: Subject To the Ladder - Broadcast

Ruled as a juvenile, aged as an infantile Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder Ruined by affection, excepted by exception

Thistle song :^(

16: Hold Together ( Let Go If You Will ) - Diane Cluck

Continents shift so wide They drift until they crash on this world's other side

General post-canon but I like it as a Kabru song.

17: Better Than Worse - Owen Pallett

Better than worse Is free from the curse And when I came to It'd all been reversed

Another Kabru track :^)

18: Caged Dogs Run Wild - Milk Music (Instrumental)

[witch-hazels-musings]

hi hazel!!!!!!!!! could i get a divination ritual for xiao with lavender, lepidolite, evergreen, and jasmine ? ty and belated congrats on your book!!!!!!!! i am sure it is an amazing read <333

Lavender (comfort, calm), Lepidolite (regulation), Evergreen (the unexpected), Jasmin (love, sensuality) Xiao x gn reader | Divination Ritual warning: fluff, the reader plays the guzheng (plucked string instrument)

The water felt cool against your legs. The gentle, lapping waves caressed your skin as the afternoon breeze ran across the crystal lake. This was one of your favorite places to be, and the perfect backdrop to the sounds of plucked strings.

The guzheng rested comfortably on your lap while you drew the picks over the strings in slow, steady movements. Each note was captured by the wind and floating petals as it drifted across the scene.

The song drifted from your memory as if it were a part of you. its rise and fall coming as easily as breathing and, with it, came a familiar spark in the air. You smiled and continued on even as strings of black and green smoke fluttered in and out of your vision.

"I wondered if you'd come," you hummed into the air, the mist of the Adeptus drifting around you and mixing with the warm waters. Your comment received no answer but you didn't mind. You knew who it was by the way their presence prickled the back of your neck, by the way, their aura lifted the corners of your lips.

You began to hum with the music until it all faded away leaving nothing but the natural cadence of Liyeu in its wake.

"It's been a few days, are you well?" You asked as you looked behind you to the figure standing guard at your back.

Xiao.

The lonely Adeptus who hated humans but found an exception with you.

He hardly seemed to register you but that wasn't abnormal. Xiao's stare was always miles away, lost and focused on something you could never see.

"Will you sit with me?" you asked and he finally looked your way. The gold of his eyes reflected in the sun. "I'll play you a song."

The strings awakened again, singing as they did every time you played them. It drew in the mystical - that's what your parents always said. Their odd child that knew how to call forth the spirits. So when you first saw Xiao you weren't surprised - what was surprising was how close he got to you. Though he said little, his actions were always kind, gentle, and patient, so you made sure to play songs that matched him.

Something pushed against your back. Cool mist and the smell of river reeds. You turned your head and breathed in Xiao's hair as he rested on your shoulder.

You smiled and bumped your forehead against him. "I missed you too, Xiao," you said, music in your voice as you spoke. "Do you have any requests?"

"No," he replied in his familiar gravel. There was a pause. "I like Gao Shan Liu Shui."

A song of friendship and love.

You poised your fingers over the strings and the melody danced on the breeze, shades of rich viridian and the setting sun melting into the sound of your voice as you sang to the spirits of the mountain and they listened.

The Lost Adeptus and the soul who kept him.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

[damndirtyheathen]

Introducing...

hey hi hello just throwing my Rook out there for everyone to meet. This is Roran de Riva. She's the MC of my Rookanis fic over on AO3 (linked below) which is my canon playthrough. The fic loosely follows the DAtV plot but with some extra depth added to the romance aspect because Lucanis got cheated on that front. I wanna start sharing the chapters on here as well as AO3 so I thought I'd give a bit of an introduction!

1. Where in Thedas is your Rook from?

Minrathous, Tevinter Imperium

2. What is your character’s alignment?

Chaotic Good. She believes it's better to ask forgiveness than permission and sticks more closely to her own set of morals than societies.

3. Race and subclass?

Human Rogue - Veil Ranger to be specific

4. If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found?

Anywhere with animals. She much prefers the company of animals to humans.

5. What emotion did they usually pick?

Sarcasm. She's fluent in it.

6. What companions are they platonically close with?

Initially, she hit it off with Neve, but after picking Treviso that relationship fell a little flat. Learning that Roran was originally from Tevinter and only spent ten years in Treviso didn't help. She bonded with Taash rather quickly, taking them under her wing as a sort of little sibling. After turning down Davrin's romantic advances, they grew to be good friends.

7. Romantically close with?

Lucanis.

8. Who are they suspicious of?

Everyone upon first meeting, but she warms up pretty quickly.

9. Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction?

Now she does. It was rocky after she went on her sabbatical and mostly just with Viago. She's since forgiven him for sending her away. She's polite to Caterina and the feeling is mutual. The older woman respects her grandson's affections though she still holds a grudge over Roran for botching her first job.

10. Are they proficient in playing any instruments?

Absolutely not. She can fumble her way around a piano but that's about it.

11. Weapon of choice?

Short bow, though she does favor stilettos for close combat

12. What is their orientation?

Pansexual.

13. What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

She started her life as a Siccari, so killing has been a part of her for as long as she can remember. She sees it as necessary but not always evil, and also not always good. She only enjoys it when the target deserves it.

14. What hobbies does your Rook have?

Reading, archery, and horseback riding though she doesn't get to do the latter nearly as much as she used to when she was younger.

15. What NPCs do they like? Which one’s do they dislike?

She has an sibling relationship with Viago, where he is very much the annoying, protective older brother. Teia is like the sister she never had. Outside her faction, she adores Isabela and has often mused at how she should have tried to escape in Kont-aar and become a Lord instead of a Crow. Strife can be frustrating at times because he comes across too seriously for her.

16. Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas?

Dragons have always fascinated her, along with griffons. Her best birthday ever was her 26th birthday when she got to meet a griffon for the first time (bb Assan). Even if it was ruined by Treviso and Minrathous being attacked only hours later. Her more practical, and more common, favorite creature is a horse.

17. Do they enjoy life as an adventure?

She does more than she thought she would. She grew up a slave and then was in Treviso until she was sent on a sabbatical with Varric. That was the first time she'd really been able to travel and she fell in love with the world.

18. What would your Rook be doing if they weren’t recruited by Varric?

She would have left Treviso and gone wherever the wind took her, likely finding work as a mercenary. After meeting Isabela and the Lords, she likes to think she might have linked up with them, though at the time she had no idea they even existed.

19. How do you think they would meet their end?

Fighting. She'd never go down without a fight.

20. Would they side with Solas or fight him?

Fight him. She only didn't do that or trick him into sealing the veil because of the Inquisitor's request.

21. What is your Rook’s favorite ability?

Rain of Decay

22. What languages is your character fluent in?

Common tongue and Antivan. She knows some old Tevene but has forgotten a lot of it.

23. What do they do after an absolute crisis?

After Minrathous was attacked and destroyed she locked herself in her room for a day and a half. After Weisshaupt fell she shut down and poured herself into her work. She found the latter to be more productive so she's continued that pattern moving forward.

24. Does your character believe in the afterlife?

Before meeting Emmrich, no. Now she entertains the idea.

25. What specialization best represents your Rook?

Veil Ranger. She loves her bows and arrows.

26. What animal best represents your Rook?

She likes to think of herself as a cat - agile, care free, listens when she wants to - but Viago would call her a bull - stubborn, clumsy, brutish.

27. What was their life like before the events of Veilguard?

Born in Minrathous, she was the bastard daughter of a slave and an unknown magister (she never met her father and her mother never spoke of him). She was selected to be trained as part of the Siccari order from a young age and quickly took to her training. At the age of 13, her mother died of illness. No longer feeling obligated to serve the Imperium, she managed to escape the order and stow away on a merchant ship bound for Kont-aar. Her plan was to escape to Rivain and make a life for herself, but she was discovered not even four days into the journey and was added to the ship's inventory of slaves (she hadn't realized what type of merchants they were, she was just focused on getting out of Minrathos). From there she was shoved into a caravan bound for a destination she wasn't important enough to know. The next time she saw daylight, Viago was pulling her and several of the other slaves from the caravan to safety. They hadn't had anything to eat or drink in days and were weak and fatigued because of it. Viago took a special interest in Roran and all but adopted her from that point forward. She knew who the Crows were from her training in Minrathous, but never told Viago about her life in Tevinter other than she was born a slave. He promised to help her start her life anew and invited her to join the Crows and start their training at 14. She accepted the offer and flew through her training, having already had most of it completed in Minrathous by the time she was 12. It only took so long for Viago to offer her her first contract because of sentimentality. He knew she'd had a hard life, though he didn't know the extent of it, and wanted to protect her. So while she had lived a hard life before forming the Veilguard, it had been sheltered for the last ten or so years.

28. Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader?

She always considered Varric the leader, even though "he" insisted she take the mantle. She may have been calling the shots, but her talks with him were not only to get ideas on how to move forward but to get his approval. After discovering that Solas had tricked her into thinking Varric was still alive, she finally accepted she was a leader and stepped into the role everyone had always seen her in.

29. If you could choose a different faction for your Rook , which one would they have joined and why?

Had she not fled Minrathous, she likely would have joined the Shadow Dragons or whatever similar faction there was at the time for her. Had she escaped in Rivain, she likely would have found her way to the Lords of Fortune when Isabela formed them.

30. What’s your favorite thing about your Rook?

Her ability to let things roll off her shoulders and move on to the next. It's something she didn't have when she joined Varric's team and only developed with the help of the Veilguard. Veilcard credit to @biowarescreenshotsdump

Questions thanks to @pinkhallaclub https://archiveofourown.org/series/4546513

[mysticstronomy]

WHAT IS BEYOND THE EDGE OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM??

Blog#383

Wednesday, March 13th, 2024.

Welcome back,

Earth is the sixth planet from the edge of the solar system, meaning we're none too near this cold and inhospitable frontier. But we've sent out various spacecraft over the years, so do we have any idea what the edge of the solar system looks like?

The answer is yes, but it's a work in progress. One of the latest developments, a 3D map of the solar system's edge that took 13 years to create, revealed a few more secrets about this mysterious boundary, called the outer heliosphere.

The outer heliosphere marks the region of space where the solar wind, or the stream of charged particles emitted from the sun, is "deflected and draped back" by the interstellar radiation that permeates the empty space beyond the solar system, said Dan Reisenfeld, a space science researcher at Los Alamos National Laboratory in New Mexico and head of the team that conducted the research on the 3D map. In other words, solar wind and interstellar particles meet and form a boundary at the far reaches of the solar system.

Earthlings first got a glimpse of the solar system's outer edge in 2012, when Voyager I, a NASA spacecraft that launched in 1977, crossed into interstellar space, according to NASA. Voyager 2 was not far behind, repeating the feat in 2018. Equipped with golden records full of Bach, Louis Armstrong and humpback whale songs, in addition to their scientific instruments, Voyagers 1 and 2 reported a sudden dropoff in solar particles and a substantial increase in galactic radiation when they left the solar system, according to NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory at the California Institute of Technology.

The new 3D map reveals even more about the heliosphere. The inner layer — where the sun and its planets are nestled — is roughly spherical and is thought to extend roughly 90 astronomical units (AU) in all directions. (One AU is the average distance between Earth and the sun, about 93 million miles, or 150 million kilometers.) The outer layer is much less symmetrical. In one direction — that in which the ever-moving sun plows through the space in front of it, encountering cosmic radiation — the outer heliosphere extends about 110 AU, but in the opposite direction, it's much longer, at least 350 AU, according to Reisenfeld.

That lack of symmetry comes from the sun's movement through the Milky Way, as it experiences friction with the galactic radiation in front of it and clears out a space in its wake. "There's a lot of plasma [charged particles] in the interstellar medium, and… the inner heliosphere, which is pretty round, is an obstacle in this stream of plasma which is flowing past it," Reisenfeld told Live Science. "It has the same effect as water going around a rock in a stream," with a rush of water crashing into the rock in front and a sheltered calm behind it.

Measurements for the 3D map were gathered using the Interstellar Boundary Explorer (IBEX), which was launched in 2008 and is "the size of a bus tire," according to NASA. It's pronounced "like the animal," Reisenfeld said, referring to the ibex mountain goats known for their gravity-defying treks up alpine cliffs. But the animal that IBEX really takes after is the bat.

Many bats hunt insects, such as mosquitoes, by emitting a pulse of sound and using the time delay of the echo to figure out the distance to their prey. Likewise, IBEX detects solar-wind particles that have bounced back from the edges of the solar system, allowing Reisenfeld and his colleagues to determine the distances involved by measuring how long their round trip took.

"The sun will send out a pulse … and then we passively wait for a return signal from the outer heliosphere, and we use that time delay to determine where the outer heliosphere must be," Reisenfeld explained.

As the sun circles the outer rim of the Milky Way, the solar wind keeps cosmic radiation at bay, forming a protective bubble. This is good for us, since "that radiation can damage spacecraft and it can be a health hazard for astronauts," Reisenfeld said.

Originally published on www.livescience.com

COMING UP!!

(Saturday, March 16th, 2024)

"WHAT IF WE ARE TRULY ALONE IN THIS UNIVERSE??"

[darkhoku]

LILITHIAN ROSARY updated

The Lilithian Rosary I constructed was based off a design during the period from about 1537 – 1714, persecution of Catholics in Ireland as well as in Great Britain, became government policy.  Catholic clergy in Ireland were expelled, and those who did not leave were forced into hiding.

If found, they were subject to instant execution. As a result, the priests were hidden in private homes, sometimes in a, “Priest hole,” and mass had to be held in secret. Often in the countryside on, “Mass rocks,” as well as privately in homes.
 All Catholic items were forbidden including statues, stained glass windows and even the possession of a rosary was illegal.

Unfortunately the faith was kept alive, and many were able to practice private devotions without any penalties. For those wishing to have a rosary — a “Tenner Rosary,” was the perfect choice — it was easy to hide so that if someone unknown to you were to approach, it could be quickly tucked away.

Tenner rosaries have a crucifix, the Our Father and ten rosary beads. Lilith Tenner Rosary (LTR). To partake in the centuries old tradition of black mass, I created my own Tenner Rosary. As we often find ourselves persecuted and not understood in the workplace or socially, the rosary is small and easy to use. I used thirteen beads, of which five were Tiger Eye to honor Lilith, six stone, and two metal.

I also fastened an owl to one end, to signify the beginning of the prayer and end with a stone etched with Sigils of Lilith. 
Based off the compact size, and crafting the rosary of thirteen beads was due to many occultist assigning, “Six,” to represent the number of man, and the number, “Seven,” to represent the number of divine perfection. Thus, as a person climbs “Jacob’s Ladder” toward self-perfection in the realm of the occult, the number, ’Thirteen,” represents the state of divine perfection, self-achieved perfection, and Illumination [6 + 7 = 13.].

Instead of a crucifix and the, “Our Father,” I chose an owl, my spirit guide and a stone etched with sigils of Goddess Lilith. For the Hail Lilith beads, I used Tiger Eye beads.

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Prayer from Liber Lilith:

Sacred Mother of Heaven, be gentle unto me. I am the newborn that hangs at your breasts, I am the infant that laughs upon your knee. Shelter me beneath the hem of your seamless garment from the heat that devours at noon. Protect me from the burning winds of the desert. Conceal me from the wrath of Geradamas the righteous, whose eye searches into hidden corners and condemns the wicked. I praise you with great praise. More beautiful than the sunrise the secret shadows of your desires. More beautiful than the sunset, the dark power of your promises. Bless me with the myriad blessings of your love. Shower down upon my head the shinning droplets of your scented oils. Anoint the instrument of my lust that it may ascend to impale you. I dedicate it’s power utterly in the rapture of union. I am the true child of your womb. I am the de-flowerer of your children. Lead me in the ways of your wickedness and shelter me in your shadow from the flaming sword of the all powerful. Truly, truly, truly.

1. Open with the prayer to Lilith and beckon to Lilith for insight

2. 3 bead section Lamentations for Inana’s Tree x3

3. Bead 4 Hail Lilith

4. Bead 5 Regard Lilith with Devotion and Love

5. Bead 6 Hail Lilith

6. Beckon Lilith to fill your spirit and posses my soul

7. Hail Lilith

8. Sorrow for the need of Lilith’s Vengeance over the Abrahamic

9. Bead 10 Hail Lilith

10. Bead 11 Celebration of Lilith’s Victory over god

11. Bead 12 Hail Lilith

12. Bead 13 Honor Lilith’s Immortality

13. Close with a prayer to Lilith

[sivavakkiyar]

Hey here’s a nerd thing. You know that famous story about Zappa writing a letter to Varese and getting a response from him and them talking on the phone when he was 16 (or something)? He kept the letter above his piano in his house for the rest of his life (it was even there when Gaga owned the house)? He never shared it himself, he always just shared Varese’s response, but we actually *do* have the letter he wrote to Varese, and it’s kind of fascinating and revealing:

Mr. Edgard Varèse 188 Sullivan St. New York, New York

Dear Sir:

Perhaps you might remember me from my stupid phone call last January, if not, my name again is Frank Zappa Jr. I am 16 years old ... that might explain partly my disturbing you last winter. The reason for my letter at this time is that I am visiting relatives in Baltimore and as long as I am on the East Coast I hope I can get to see you.

It might seem strange but ever since I was 13 I have been interested in your music. The whole thing stems from the time when the keeper of this little record store sold me your album "The Complete Works Of Edgard Varèse, Volume 1." The only reason I knew it existed was that an article in either LOOK or the POST mentioned it as being noisy and unmusical and only good for trying out the sound systems in high fidelity units (referring to your "IONISATIONS"). I don't know how the store I got it from ever obtained it, but, after several hearings, I became curious and bought it for $5.40, which, at the time seemed awfully high and being so young, kept me broke for three weeks. Now I wouldn't trade it for anything and I am looking around for another copy as the one I have is very worn and scratchy.

After I had struggled through Mr. Finklestein's notes on the back cover (I really did struggle too, for at the time I had had no training in music other than practice at drum rudiments) I became more and more interested in you and your music. I began to go to the library and take out books on modern composers and modern music, to learn all I could about Edgard Varèse. It got to be my best subject (your life) and I began writing my reports and term papers on you at school. At one time when my history teacher asked us to write on an American that has really done something for the U.S.A. I wrote on you and the Pan American Composers League and the New Symphony. I failed. The teacher had never heard of you and said I made the whole thing up. Silly but true. That was in my Sophomore year in high school.

Throughout my life all the talents and abilities that God has left me with have been self developed, and when the time came for Frank to learn how to read and write music, Frank taught himself that too. I picked it all up from the library.

I have been composing for two years now, utilizing a strict twelve-tone technique, producing effects that are reminiscent of Anton Webern.

During those two years I have written two short woodwind quartets and a short symphony for winds, brass and percussion.

Recently I have been earning my keep at home with my blues band, the BLACKOUTS. We have done quite well and in my association with my fellow musicians I am learning to play other instruments besides drums.

I paint in oils and watercolor and last year produced a cartoon film in school by painting color directly onto a 250 foot reel of cleared 16 mm movie film. I painted on the color in such a way that I managed to closely, but not completely, synchronize their movements to your "DENSITY 21.5" and the second "movement" of "OCTANDRE". It brought about some amazing results from the audience and my counselors in the office allowed me to make a trip I had planned to Walt Disney studios with the film.

Nothing ever came of my trip, but when I got back to school I was informed I had a chance to be skipped from the Junior year in high school to the Freshman year at the junior college which adjoined the school as an experiment.

I went to the Jaycee and studied harmony and music appreciation and history for one semester and came out of it with A's and B's.

I plan to go on and be a composer after college and I could really use the counsel of a veteran such as you. If you would allow me to visit with you for even a few hours it would be greatly appreciated.

It may sound strange but I think I have something to offer you in the way of new ideas. One is an elaboration on the principle of Ruth Seeger's contrapuntal dynamics and the other is an extension of the twelve-tone technique which I call the inversion square. It enables one to compose harmonically constructed pantonal music in logical patterns and progressions while still abandoning tonality.

Would you please reply as soon as possible because I will not be here much longer. My address here is 4803 Loch Raven Blvd., Baltimore Maryland. Phone Hopkins 77336. Thank you for your consideration. Sincerely,

Frank Zappa Jr.

[the-authoress-writes]

Somewhere Out There

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Deployments are hard, but when you have someone to come home to, someone to love, that makes things easier, painful as it may be.

Warnings: Maybe a little bit of angst, I guess, offscreen sort-of implied married-people-doing-married-people-stuff 😉😉, minuscule cursing, a PG-13 use of the F-word, and a crap-ton of fluffy, lovey-dovey goodness.

Author’s Note: I don’t write reader fic.

I really don’t.

I write ship fic and gen fic, and I’d say I’m pretty decent at it, judging from the comments on my stories.

But then, @valmare came along, and we just clicked.

Mostly through screaming about Top Gun, naval aviators (*cough*tomkazansky*cough*), and our mutual appreciation for Val Kilmer.

And I knew I wanted to write something for her, especially since she was celebrating 300 followers!

Unfortunately, deep down, I knew I couldn’t write a ship fic for her.

I would have to write a reader!fic.

So, because I love her, I delved into the uncharted (for me, at least) waters of reader!fic.

I’m honestly not sure if this is any good, I wrote it in a perspective I’m not used to, and I hope and pray it makes any kind of sense.

Title is from the song of the same name, “Somewhere Out There”, from An American Tail.

To my dear Mir, I swear I began writing this yesterday, but I touched on things that you did in your own most recent fic, however, I couldn’t for the life of me, find another way to put what I wrote.

I promise on Goose’s grave that I did not plagiarize you.

All I can say is… fangirls think alike?

Please don’t hate meeee!!!!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this attempt at wading in the waters you so expertly navigate, my dear!

Happy 300 Followers!!!

The mist was rolling in from the sea, she absently noted, while the rising sun caught the minuscule droplets of water in the air, making the very wind shimmer.

Even inside, she could smell the faint tang of salt in the air, one of her favorite scents, but it was missing the key part—so much was missing.

The warmth of her husband behind her, for one thing, as they watched the sunrise on this window seat, her legs bracketed by his, his arms around her, the scent of spice, bourbon, and jet fuel which was all him, surrounding her.

God, she missed Tom.

Right now, he was halfway around the world on a ship, and she was watching the weekend sunrise without him, for the first time since they got married.

She knew this was part of being married to an active duty naval aviator, but it didn’t make the ache any better.

She tugged the collar of the USNA t-shirt up to her nose, but the scent was so faint from when Tom had tossed it to the floor the night before his deployment.

She sighed; she could still remember how he’d made her feel that night—he’d made her body sing, playing her like an expert musician would his instrument.

She’d felt him for days after, and if she focused enough, even now, she could almost feel his hands on her, the paradox of how gentle they were, despite the callouses on his palm, his lips on hers.

For all that he was called “Iceman”, she never saw an iota of the reasoning; with her, he was never anything but unfailingly warm, gentle, kind, loving, and passionate.

It had been nearly a week since she dropped him off last Monday at Miramar, exhorting Mav and Slider to bring him home to her.

The grave promise in the two men’s eyes as they readily agreed, had to be comfort enough, and wordlessly, they hauled Tom’s seabag between them, a strap in each of their hands, cheerfully bickering as they went, to give her a chance to say a more private goodbye.

She didn’t know what to say to him—this had to be one of the most painful things she’d ever done—giving her husband up to the sea and sky for ninety days, not knowing if he’d return to her alive, safe, having to trust only in his skill on the stick and his wingmen to bring him back to her.

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes, and Tom’s eyes softened, as he drew her into his embrace. “I’ll come back to you, lyubimaya moya,” he whispered in her ear, all too aware of how dangerous it was to speak Russian on base, outside of the safety of the walls of their house, but aware that she needed the comfort.

“Promise me—promise you’ll come back to me, Thomas Kazansky,” she fiercely murmured, drawing back to look at him, taking the opportunity that she would shortly not have.

“Always.

No matter what, no matter what oceans part us,” he replied, an intensity which would frighten others, but which soothed her, in his crystalline eyes.

She gasped and desperately tugged him to her, his kiss piecing her heart together and breaking it, all for knowing that it was the last time she’d feel it for three months.

He’d taken her soul with him the moment he let her go to do his duty.

Back in the pain of her present, a sob masquerading as a sigh tore from her lips—it wasn’t enough; it would never be enough until she had him back in her arms, back in her bed, back in this house, where she felt like a shade of herself, a modern-day Eurydice.

Her legs reluctantly carried her to the kitchen, where she prepared her weekend coffee, narrowly resisting the urge to pull out two mugs instead of one.

But when she picked up the can of Maxwell House, she fumbled it, because it was far lighter than it should’ve been—heavy, but not the still-full can it should have been.

Tentatively, she opened it, and gasped when she saw that the can was filled with folded-up pieces of paper, each marked with dates on them, in Tom’s careful, exacting writing.

She tipped the can over, and the papers came spilling out—there had to be at least three months worth of letters here, one for each day of his deployment.

She frantically searched through the pile, looking for today’s date.

Upon finding it, she dashed back to the window seat, deliberately peeling the tape holding it closed, unable to treat the letter with anything less than the utmost care.

She quickly noticed Tom’s writing here was cramped, as if he were trying to fit everything he wanted to say on this one small piece of paper.

“Hello, solnishko,

If you’re reading this, it means that you’ve found the letters I wrote for you; one for each day of my deployment.

As I write this, I am next to you in bed, looking at your beautiful face, so peaceful in sleep, but the mere thought of my impending departure already tears me apart more than I thought possible.

I won’t have thought of anything else but you since the moment I left your arms, I am absolutely certain.

You know all too well why I joined the Navy—my search for a home, a real home, one not plagued by unattainable standards and harsh words.

I eventually found one in the sky, and for the longest time, she was enough, with her freedom, her thrill, but there were still demands, still standards, though the words were kinder.

Then I met you.

And you changed everything.

You are my home, lyubimaya moya; with you, I don’t have to be Iceman, or Lieutenant Kazansky; with you, I can be Tom.

Just Tom.

Your Tom.

I can’t wait until I can be your Tom again.

Eighty-four days, zhizn moya; and I’m yours again.

Yours forever,

Tom”

She pressed her hand to her chest, careful to avoid crumpling the paper beneath her hand, a tear slipping from her eyes, the ache of his absence soothed with the absolute confirmation that he was thinking of her just as she was about him, and intensified, knowing that he was so far away.

Eventually, she sniffled, brushing away her tear tracks, wishing it was Tom’s hand, and gathered herself.

Eighty-four days.

Eighty-four days, and she’d have him back—a short eternity, to be sure, but a small price to pay for what she’d get back at the end.

Until then, she’d count the sunrises, holding him and the words he’d written for her, close to her heart.

Tom stared out at the horizon, watching the sun come up on the relatively quiet deck of the Enterprise.

It meant that he lost a good thirty minutes of sleep, but it was worth it, just to know that his wife was looking at the same sunrise, or she would be, at any rate, given the time difference.

The horizon spread out before him; endless, and the fleeting, errant thought that she was just there, beyond the beyond, entered his mind.

So far—a little over six thousand nautical miles, more or less, depending on the course and speed of the Enterprise, further than any F-14 could fly—and yet so near, because she was never far from his heart.

He’d never thought he could love anything or anyone more than her—among his other endearments for her was zhizn moya, because that was what she was to him: his life.

Tom idly twisted the band of gold around his left ring finger, more proud of that simple ring than the hard-won blue-jeweled Annapolis ring on his right.

God, he missed her.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Tom turned to see Mav, coming up to lean on the railing beside him, none of the usual cockiness on his face.

“You shouldn’t be up yet, Mav.”

A haunted expression lingered on the edges of his wingman’s face as he searched for anything but the truth to tell, and Tom knew. “The usual?”

“Yeah,” Mav rasped. “I—I checked on Merls and Sli, but I got—got worried when I—I didn’t find you, so…” the black-haired pilot trailed off, before continuing, “you okay?”

“I should be asking you that, but… yeah, I am, just…”

“Just missing her,” Mav nodded sagely, almost wistfully.

“Yeah.”

“How do you even handle that?” Mav asked, frowning.

The sunlight made him feel more honest than he would probably otherwise be, Aurora’s kiss a comforting benediction, reminding him of all he had to come home to, and he replied, “What makes you think that I am?” He shook his head, “Doesn’t really feel like I’m even here, honestly.”

Mav good-naturedly smirked, “You left your heart in San Diego?”

Tom side-eyed his wingman. “Yeah, actually.

You’ll understand it one day, when you meet the right one,” he sighed, thinking of his wife’s beautiful smile.

“I dunno, Ice, I’m not sure if I want to be you, or be thankful that I’m not.”

Tom scoffed, unable to help his grin. “It’s the worst feeling in the world, to be away from her, to exist without her, after knowing what it’s like to be with her—”

“Not exactly selling it, Kazansky,” Mav interrupted.

Tom rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t done, dickhead.”

At Mav’s grin, Tom continued, “As I was saying, it’s the worst feeling in the world, to be away from her, to exist without her, after knowing what it’s like to be with her, but knowing that I get to come home to her… that makes it all worth it.

I hope you get this someday, Mav.

You sure as hell deserve some fucking happiness in this life.”

Mav smiled weakly, but honestly. “Maybe one day, Ice.”

The two of them smiled at each other, before Tom clapped Mav on the shoulder. “We better get going—the guys should be awake now, and if we don’t get to mess, Slider and Merlin might just take all the good stuff.”

“Good is relative,” Mav scoffed, making him laugh.

“Okay—the better stuff.”

They laughed, beginning to make their way back in.

But just before he stepped through the door amidships, he couldn’t help but look back at the horizon, the sun shedding the last of its dawning gentility, to turn into the harsh, blazing light that it was in this part of the world.

Eighty-four days.

Eighty-four more sunrises holding her only in his heart until he could also hold her in his arms.

It was a high price, to be sure, but in the face of having eternity as hers, what was eighty-four days?

Until then, he’d count the sunrises, holding her close to his heart.

“Hey Ice, you coming?” Mav called.

“I’m coming,” he replied.

And with that, he stepped inside to do his duty, eagerly awaiting the next sunrise, each consecutive one bringing him closer to his home, to his beloved wife.

I headcanon Ice as having Russian descent, but quite frankly, you can tear Slavic!Ice from my cold, dead hands.

To me, he’s either Polish or Russian.

Russian Glossary

Disclaimer: endearments and translations taken from Google—please don’t hesitate to correct me if I’m wrong, which, odds are, I am.

Lyubimaya moya: my darling/my one and only sweetheart

Solnishko: little sun

Zhizn moya: my life

[hachubelash]

So, I decided that it was worth telling about my fan character. Thanks to @hornets-nest666 for the commissions!!!

Her name is Daisy. She is 13 years old. She lives with her uncle in a small town, who runs a small business - an antique shop. Daisy has no friends because the town is inhabited by predators, most often wolves, and she and her uncle are the only sheep here. But then Bendy and Boris visited this town. Daisy became friends with Boris because they both love Mickey Mouse and playing wind instruments. Boris gave Daisy the nickname Fluffy because she is very fluffy. When the time came to leave the city, Boris promised to write letters to Daisy so that she would not get bored. They are very good friends, and Daisy is really looking forward to Boris, so she can play with him again and just see him.

[zoesblogsposts]

o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

[bokettochild]

lol I’ll guess that u listened to Monster while writing that scene? And yes I love Christian music. I care about the lyrics I’m listening to so Christian is what I tend to fill my playlist w. Plus, since I’m a Christian myself I like to support those artists and know they exist bc they’re less common than secular music.

On a LU note, favorite genres per boy? And do they focus more on lyrics or melody?

Oh fantastic! I was a bit wary of suggesting just the Christian artists I grew up on, but I'm glad to hear you enjoy it too! I tend to be more careful with what I listen to as well, but sometimes you don't get a choice (and that sometimes is when your room-mate doesn't give a darn).

For the LU boys:

Hyrule doesn't have a lot of experience with music, but most of what he hears in his era is folk music, much of it passed down from Legend's era (or just straight up written by Legend). He'd enjoy most stringed instruments, I think, but especially because stringed instruments are the best for group songs (the musician can sing too) and he loves the sense of community the music creates.

Legend would be a mix of folk and work songs, since, again, it's something he would have grown up around. He'd be pretty versatile about music though, but I think his favorite instruments would be the piano and the violin/fiddle. Still I think blues and jazz would be something he's really enjoy as well, or just anything really soulful, although he'd have to be in the mood.

Twilight is a country boy, need I say more? He's a fiddler himself, I think, but the banjo and guitar are special too. Mouth organ is a maybe, sometimes it's too much for his ears, but the way it compliments other music is something he really enjoys. French horn is something he really lives though (since it plays so prominent a role in Ordon's music)

Sky is accustomed to the lyre and flute family, but I think he'd really enjoy communal music like Legend, Twilight, and Hyrule. He'd probably get a rush from rock, but only in small doses, as I really can't see this man being a metal head. If he had the chance to hear a full orchestra though, I think he'd be utterly blown away and just dazzled! Same with a proper choir performance. He feels like the type of guy who'd enjoy a vocal arrangement as much as an instrumental one.

Time is a rock man. 80's style dad rock. He cannonically says things like "groovy", so this is cannon to me. (also @cantankerouscanuck got me hooked on the idea). He likes softer music too, but his happy music is the heavier stuff. The ocarina may be what he;s known for, but this guy performed with the Indigo-Go's, he knows how to handle a guitar!

Wind is a pirate, so like Legend, he's used to working songs mostly, but I think he'd also enjoy rock, like most 13-year-olds do at one point or another LOL. He'd be mostly versatile though! Anything with a beat makes him happy mostly (RIP Wind, you would've loved rap)

Four isn't much of a musical person, as none of the colors can agree and the chaos is a bit much, but when split, let's just say that they cover the full spectrum of musical interests :)

Warriors is one that I headcannon to come from a poorer background, so instruments weren;t much of a thing where he's from. Vocal arrangements and folk music were common, but because I love the idea of a Celtic Captain, there was a piper who came to town once and a bit and the music was much adored by a young Wars. Now that he's come city side, he's very fond of piano, but that deep love of the pipes will never leave him <3

Wild isn't much used to music, but I think he just likes anything you can play on an accordion, since the association with Kass and the Rito makes him happiest. Don't tell me that they don't all adore and treat "the champion's descendant" like one of their own! Rito village is his home away from home, but Kass's music is a constant no matter where he is. He'd like other music, I think, especially "exotic" music like what we hear played in Gerudo Town (Naboris' Theme slaps!) but the accordion is the sound of home to him.

[shadyfestivalperfection]

Love, Lies And Loki~13

Summery: Loki and Y/n’s wedding day is here!

Characters: Loki x girlfriend!reader

Note: All characters except Loki are mine!

||Master List||

||Part 1||

14. Even Gods Catch Colds

💍 Union Of Realms And Hearts (P-2)💐

It had been exactly one month since Loki had slipped a ring onto Y/N’s finger under the soft glow of firelight, whispering promises not even the stars could outshine.

Now, New Asgard was alive with joy.

The village sat on the cliffs like a crown, wind curling through stone walkways and lanterns swaying with excitement. There was a festive air—banners of deep green and gold streaming between rooftops, children chasing each other through cobbled streets, and the scent of spiced mead wafting from the halls.

Today was their wedding day.

⸻

In the guest chambers of the All-Tongue Hall, Y/N stood barefoot at the wide glass doors of the balcony, her silk robe fluttering slightly from the breeze. She stared out at the ocean—a familiar rhythm of waves, but somehow more sacred today.

Behind her, her mother was steaming her gown with an ancient Asgardian rune-warmed iron. Her father sat nearby, fiddling nervously with his tie.

“You’ve always liked a little chaos,” her mother said, smiling softly. “But you fell in love with a storm.”

Y/N smiled. “He’s not a storm to me. He’s… home.”

Her father cleared his throat. “You know, when you first told us he was a god, I thought, ’well, at least he’s not a musician.’” He paused, chuckling. “But Loki? That’s something else.”

“He makes me feel safe,” Y/N said, her voice steady. “Even when everything else feels like it’s spinning.”

Her father stood and walked to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Then he’s already family.”

⸻

Loki stood in front of a tall mirror, dressed in an Asgardian ceremonial tunic stitched with silver filigree. His long hair was tied half-up, and an emerald cloak billowed behind him as he moved restlessly.

Thor lounged on the nearby sofa, tossing grapes into his mouth, occasionally missing.

“You look like a dramatic poetry book come to life,” Thor commented. “A handsome one, of course.”

Loki narrowed his eyes. “This is absurd. Why do I feel like my heart is trying to escape through my ribs?”

Thor grinned. “Because for once, you’re not hiding behind illusion or sarcasm. This is real. And terrifying.”

Brunnhilde walked in without knocking. “Boys. Time check.”

Loki gave her a glare. “I’m not a boy.”

“You’re a blushing bridegroom,” she teased, handing him a small scroll. “Guest list confirmed. Maya and Miles are apparently preparing a ‘God of Mischief performance’ for the reception. No idea what that means.”

Loki winced. “Those twins are miniature hurricanes.”

“Perfect match for you then,” Thor smirked.

⸻

Down at the ceremony site—a stunning cliffside grove encircled by enchanted trees—guests filtered in. Y/N’s parents took seats in the front row. Next to them sat the twins, Maya and Miles, decked in green outfits with gold sashes, clearly thrilled.

Miles whispered, “What do you think Loki got her?”

“A throne,” Maya whispered back. “Or a cat that talks.”

Their mother leaned down. “Whatever it is, you will not try to enchant it.”

“But what if it wants to be enchanted?” Miles grinned.

Just behind them, the rest of Y/N’s family took their places—cousins, aunts, old friends, even a few allies from past adventures. There was laughter, whispers, and the sound of soft string instruments drifting through the wind.

⸻

The music shifted.

Loki stood at the front of the altar, flanked by Thor and Brunnhilde. His breath caught as he looked toward the grove’s entrance.

Y/N appeared, arm linked with her father’s. Her dress flowed like moonlight, and her hair was crowned with silver ivy leaves. Her eyes met Loki’s immediately—bright, unwavering, full of love.

He forgot how to breathe.

As she walked the aisle, Maya and Miles scattered flower petals in dramatic swoops.

Y/N’s father whispered to her, “You’ve never looked more like yourself than you do right now.”

“I feel like I’m flying,” she murmured.

At the altar, Loki held out his hand. Y/N took it, and her father gently kissed her forehead before stepping back.

Brunnhilde smiled, the warmth in her gaze softening her usual edge. “Are we ready?”

Loki and Y/N both nodded.

⸻

Brunnhilde began, “Today, we gather not just to witness the union of hearts, but of worlds. Two souls who’ve wandered, clashed, loved, and grown—now promise eternity.”

She turned to Loki.

He looked at Y/N, voice catching slightly as he began.

Loki’s Vows:

“There was a time when I believed I was destined for loneliness. That I was too broken, too twisted by fate. But then you—Y/N—you saw every shattered shard of me and called it beautiful. I vow to stand beside you, in shadow and in light. I vow to grow with you, protect you, and make you laugh, even when I sulk. Especially then.”

Y/N blinked away tears, nodding for him to continue.

“I vow that no illusion will ever stand between us. Only truth, only love—my truest magic.”

Brunnhilde smiled, then turned to Y/N.

Y/N’s Vows:

“You came into my life like a whispered warning and a miracle all at once. You challenged me, confused me, and somehow… completed me. I vow to walk beside you, even when the path is uncertain. I vow to ground you when your mind races, to anchor your magic with my presence. I vow to remind you every day that you are not too much—you are everything.”

Loki let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Y/N smiled through her tears.

⸻

Brunnhilde raised her arms. “By the authority of absolutely no one—because I don’t need it—I now pronounce you husband and wife. Kiss her, Mischief.”

Loki didn’t hesitate.

He pulled Y/N close and kissed her like he was casting the most powerful spell he’d ever known. The moment their lips met, thunder rolled in the distance—not from weather, but from a celebratory blast courtesy of Thor, who raised Mjölnir to the sky with a whoop.

Cheers erupted from the crowd.

Maya and Miles jumped up and down yelling, “BEST. WEDDING. EVER!”

⸻

A feast had been laid across long tables under a glowing canopy of enchanted lights. Asgardian mead flowed freely, and dishes shimmered with magic—roasted moonbeast, glittering fruits, floating desserts, and honeyed breads.

Thor gave a toast that somehow turned into a half-tearful ramble about brotherhood and finding light in unexpected places.

Maya and Miles presented Loki and Y/N with a handmade gift: a drawing of the four of them fighting a dragon.

“It’s symbolic,” Miles said. “The dragon is your taxes.”

Y/N laughed so hard she almost cried again.

Loki declared it would hang in their study.

Later, as the music picked up, Y/N’s father took her hand for a dance. “I always knew you’d end up somewhere magical,” he said. “I just didn’t realize it would be this magical.”

Loki danced with Maya once, who bossed him around the whole time, and later spun Y/N in his arms, murmuring soft jokes and promises in between kisses.

⸻

The festivities slowed, guests wandered off to their cottages, and the moon climbed higher over the cliffs.

Loki and Y/N sat together on the same balcony where he’d once nervously practiced his proposal.

Now, he held her hand, tracing small circles into her skin.

“You’re my wife,” he said with a hint of disbelief. “You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” Y/N whispered, resting her head against his shoulder.

A breeze tugged at their cloaks, carrying the sounds of fading laughter and distant waves. The sky stretched overhead, endless and full of stars—just like their future.

-the end