#Celestial Madonna

[anggrishka]

Final

This is an awesome game

>>>full<<<<

[raccoon-coded]

I prefer the game Mantis but what do you think?

[heckcareoxytwit]

Groot has the weird case of a bad cold. Every time Groot sneezes, the plants would grow all over the place! Thus, Cosmo and the alien doctor have to race against time to cure Groot.

Cosmo the Spacedog infinity comic #3, 2023

[brw]

I wonder sometimes about the alternate universe where Vision did in fact cheat on Wanda with Mantis. I wonder if they stayed together, if they tried to have kids like Vision and Wanda did, if Vision went into space with her, or what. Is it a better reality? Doubtful but it's one I am admittedly curious about.

[atlasfoundation]

Silver Surfer (1987) #60

[angeles1]

Virgin and Child with Saint Catherine and Saint Rose and angels (detail)

by Pietro Perugino, circa 1490

[br4ndts]

dropping a small headcanon question for you: what does mantis' name mean to her? does she love it? does she hate it? has she grown into it? what are mantis' thoughts on that specific matter?

ooh this is such a good question honestly.. i think that mantis' name has always meant something for HER to call herself... she's had many names in the past, most of which she doesn't remember because of her brain packing it away. she neither loves nor hates it.. it's simply a name to her, but one that she feels is very tethered to her identity. she is mantis... she's not anything else, of course she likes nicknames but titles don't do her well. they make her uneasy, uncomfortable. mantis is comfortable. it's what she is, what she's been. calling her celestial madonna puts her at ill ease. what does that mean? who is that? she has no clue. she doesn't remember.

[astrologyvas]

some virgo notes in honor of virgo szn

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virgo moon — this placement is so brat. sheer tank tops, cigarettes, making questionable decisions at 3am. the sign of virgo is notorious for being clean and neat, but this placement is so beautifully sloppy. (ex. charli xcx, lorde, madonna, zoe kravitz)

virgo rising — little fawns drinking from the stream. but also the type of people you make awkward eye contact with. virgo risings are so observant of their surroundings, and i've noticed that if they see someone paying attention to them too, they can get super flustered

asteroid eros in virgo (433) — their heart is won with a heartfelt compliment. also the type of people who watch 18+ videos just to take notes. they may come across shy & reserved, but when they open up, these native's want to look and perform perfectly. they want to be everything their partner finds attractive. definitely captivated by intellect and wit

lilith in virgo (bml) — these people are on a mission for knowledge, and they might find a lot of healing through it. the kind of person who is completely consumed by their craft. i've also noticed they have a lot of shame and guilt when it comes to being wrong, they want to be able to prove their point no matter what

virgo in the 2nd house — very coy when it comes to discussing finances. probably refuses to share how much they make or what their salary is

virgo mars — virgo is the fashion sign. with virgo mars, i've noticed they're usually the "executive" fashion placement. these people are gifted visionaries when it comes to high fashion and outfit composition (ex. princess diana). mercurial energy in general meshes well with the fashion world— but virgo mars specifically have a very refined and chic personal style

virgo venus — while virgo mars have an eye for fashion framework, virgo venus is the muse. these people are able to pull off clothing extremely well, a lot of things just fall on them in a visually pleasing way. so many fashion icons w this placement

chiron in virgo — being "the wound of perfection," these people tend to have a never-ending feeling that something is wrong with them, and i've noticed they can easily fall victim to the toxic self-improvement mindset. (ex. chiron in virgo in the 4th house— pressure from family to be flawless, family could have placed intense standards and restrictions on them)

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virgo descendant — these native's want someone to cook for them, someone who wakes them up so they don't have to set an alarm. perpetually yearning to frolic in the forest with their partner

virgo mercury — the FBI. their bullshit detector is crazy, and arguing with them is literally terrifying. the negative aspect of this placement i've noticed is that they can struggle with being taken too seriously, even if they're trying to be funny or lighthearted. i've also noticed that they get immense relief from journaling, it's a good way to release all the energy in their head

virgo sun — one of the more intimidating virgo placements from my experience. they can be similar to virgo risings, however i've noticed virgo suns are a little bit more intense and aloof upon initially meeting them

virgo rising — every virgo rising i know gets super carsick. either that or they have such sensitive stomachs in general, like getting nauseous from eating anything. also a recycled take, but i swear they really are prone to lactose intolerance

virgo degrees 6°, 18° — placements in virgo degrees can give the planet/celestial body an entwined energy of rigidity and reservation, and can higher your standards revolving the themes of the planet. (ex. sagittarius rising at 6° could manifest as someone who can be obsessive and nitpicky over their body, or is more shy than typical sagittarius ascendants. may even slightly resemble physical virgo traits)

asteroid lust in virgo (4386) — i've noticed that these people feel like they can't fit into their own standards, especially regarding sex. deep insecurity can stem from physical intimacy, may have a lot of anxiety around how their body looks while in the act

virgo midheaven — these people obtain the important roles of society and crush them. i've noticed that these native's can handle the pressure from vital and demanding roles like doctors, dentists, or manager positions because of their personal desire for perfection—specifically revolving their career

virgo sun — this placement has such an infamous reputation in music. they're the blueprint for so many genres and types of sound, the people you think of when you think of "music" (michael jackson, beyoncé, freddie mercury, amy winehouse)

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please do not copy or repeat my work anywhere

[hamsterclaw]

Desecrate

A fall from grace causes you to stumble into the hands of a demon prince. Inspired by Lilith.

Pairing: Yoongi x f! reader

Word count: 2.6k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sex, swearing, mention of murder, non-explicit attempted assault, angels and demons

Min Yoongi is older than most creatures to walk this Earth, this much he knows. It’s been years since he last felt that any of the petty skirmishes mortals involve themselves in was worth any of his interest or his time. 

Even though time, for him, stretches out, almost infinitely. 

He doesn’t know your face at all, but you catch his attention, and hold it. He can sense your mortality slipping through your fragile grasp as you grapple with the men holding you down. 

You’re not going to win, though he admires your grit. 

Yoongi’s no stranger to blood but he has no desire to watch you get used and torn to shreds. He’s moving on when your eyes meet his. 

You plead with him wordlessly, desperately, as the light dims in your eyes. 

Yoongi knows that this is a dangerous time, the twilight between living and dying. You’re straddling both worlds, dying even as you push uselessly at the hands around your neck. 

It would be facetious to say that Yoongi kills without a shred of remorse. It’s more truthful to say that he kills without a thought. 

He’s standing amidst the mess he made, you at his feet, your face pressed to the ground. 

You’re unconscious, but you’ll live, unlike the men Yoongi dispatched on your behalf. 

There’s something unbearable to him about the way the lovely line of your cheek is touching the dirt of this human dumping ground. 

Yoongi doesn’t know what possesses him, but he takes you with him as he leaves. 

***

You wake in stages, in a very human way. 

Your eyes flicker open, shut. Yoongi can hear your heart accelerate, your breathing quicken, he can see your muscles tense. 

Your mouth opens on an inhale, and your eyes flicker open again. 

‘Where am I?’ you rasp. 

Your voice is soft, plaintive, your vocal cords swollen from your assault. 

‘You’re in my home,’ Yoongi replies. 

When you turn your head to look at him, your eyes are more focused. 

‘And who are you?’ 

‘I saved your life,’ Yoongi tells you. 

He watches as your eyes scan the domed ceiling, the painted frescoes, the stained glass. Your gaze stops at a scene of the Madonna. 

Yoongi studies your profile, the dirt smudged on your cheekbone he’d not bothered to wipe off.

Your gaze returns to him.

‘You’re Min Yoongi.’

It’s not a question, but Yoongi’s compelled to answer anyway, because the fact that you’ve guessed his identity means there’s more to you than he first thought.

You sit up, and Yoongi wonders how he managed to miss the celestial aura emanating from you. 

Lords and beings.

You’re an angel.

Seokjin is never going to let him live this down.

Min Yoongi, ancient slayer of humans, demonic legend from the mediaeval history of man, saved an angel.

Yoongi gets up, lets a tiny fraction of his darkness show. His voice deepens, resonating through the chapel.

‘Leave.’

You’re frightened, he can see it in the way you’re tensed, body held taut like a bow.

‘I can’t. It’s the night of Pandemonium.’

Pandemonium marks the beginning of when the Gates of Hell open each year. From your reaction, Yoongi guesses you’re a young angel, limited in power, incapable of cloaking or protecting yourself.

He laughs sardonically. ‘I don’t think the home of the bulgasari Prince is the right place for an angel on the night of Pandemonium, do you?’

You clasp your hands.

‘I’m not an angel.’

Yoongi stares at you.

‘Not anymore. I was cast out.’

For the first time, Yoongi feels a flicker of interest.

He can feel the scales in his mind threaten to tip by the tiniest of margins. 

For the first time, he thinks he might not kill you.

Seemingly unaware of his internal debate, you take a step closer to him.

Towards the most dangerous being in the room.

Yoongi flicks his tongue over his lower lip, steps forward so you can see him in the red glow.

His human form is beautiful, drawing others in. Leading them to their own destruction.

He can see the way your pupils dilate, your tongue wets your bottom lip, as you see him clearly for the first time.

‘You want to stay with me?’ he asks, silky. He takes another step.

You tilt your chin so you can keep looking at him.

‘Show me how much you want to stay.’

Yoongi turns his head towards the painting above the hearth.

‘Destroy it.’

You turn to the painting. 

It’s from the 14th century, by a little known Italian painter called Diavollo, depicting the death of Santa Lucia. He was gifted it by a corrupt nobleman in exchange for his life. Yoongi had taken both. 

You cast a defiant look at him, rush towards the painting. You stop, head bowed, before it.

‘I can’t.’ 

‘You can,’ Yoongi says, pitching his voice low, letting the heat of it flare out to you.

You clasp your hands together again, despairing. ‘I can’t.’

Steps heavy, head bowed, you head for the door. 

You stop just inside the front entrance to the chapel, as if giving him a chance to change his mind before he sends you to certain death.

Yoongi’s had countless beings plead for mercy from him in his long life and he has never once given in.

There’s a stirring in the recesses of his mind as he admires your profile for the last time. It feels like longing.

Then you’re gone, door swinging closed behind you.

***

Yoongi dislikes gatherings like this, when the princes of Hell and their delegates celebrate their misdeeds in front of the beings who serve them.

If Seokjin hadn’t asked him to attend as a personal favour, Yoongi would be in his home.

Oddly, he’s not been able to look at the Diavollo since you gave your life rather than destroy it.

He wonders if that sort of foolishness is what got you exiled.

He’s thought about your face so much that when he sees you, he’s momentarily stilled.

You’re knelt at the feet of Malvarius, the highest ranking demon of Yeomna’s court, save for Seokjin, and Yoongi himself.

Yoongi watches with revulsion as Malvarius scratches a bloodstained nail along the line of your neck, stopping at the iron collar around your throat.

Malvarius wraps his fist in the chain attached to your collar, tugs.

You fold to the ground in a heap of loose limbs and the sheer drapery he’s dressed you in.

Yoongi finds he still doesn’t care to see your face against the ground.

He approaches the demon, and you.

When you see him, there’s a flicker in your eyes.

‘She’s mine,’ Yoongi says, unceremoniously, to Malvarius.

Malvarius, the treacherous devil, says smoothly, ‘Pardon me?’

‘I made her a deal,’ Yoongi replies, preternaturally calm. ‘She owes me.’

Malvarius sits up, and Yoongi realises there’s a crowd gathering.

It doesn’t take much to have demons baying for blood.

Malvarius draws himself up to his full height.

‘Do you mean to say, Yoongi, that you own the soul of Azariel’s only daughter?’

Yoongi blinks.

Azariel, the most revered of the archangels, is a name that strikes fear even in the hearts of the most seasoned of demon princes.

You’re Azariel’s daughter? 

Yoongi remembers the way you cried over the Diavollo as you walked to your death.

You’d not used your father’s name as a bargaining chip. 

Yoongi says, coolly, ‘One fallen angel is just like any other.’

‘She’s a lusty slut,’ Malvarius remarks. ‘Can’t stop opening your legs for me, can you, angel?’

You gasp in pain as he pulls up on the chain, making you dance on your toes to keep from being choked.

Yoongi finds he doesn’t care for the sight of you in pain, either.

‘Give me what’s mine,’ he says, bored. ‘Or we can ask Yeomna to mediate.’

At the mention of the lord of Hell, Malvarius scowls. The last time he clashed with Seokjin, Yoongi had come very close to removing his power, Yeomna’s rules be damned.

He tosses the chain on the stone floor with a clang.

‘To your new master,’ he says, with little grace.

Yoongi removes the collar from around your neck.

‘Follow me,’ he commands.

Yoongi leads you through the debauchery, ignoring your gasps and sobbing breaths as you step through blood, entrails, sex. 

It’s only when you’ve followed him all the way back to his door that he speaks to you.

‘I’m deciding what to do with you,’ he tells you. ‘You will stay here, whilst I decide.’

‘My father won’t engage in barter for me,’ you say immediately. ‘He’d as soon as I was dead as alive.’

‘You must have done something terrible, angel.’ 

Your mouth clamps shut, lips flattening into a straight line.

‘Did you kill?’ Yoongi asks. ‘Maim?’

You barely react to his taunting tone.

‘Were you envious? Greedy?’

You’re quiet.

‘You’re not wrathful,’ Yoongi observes. 

He waits until your eyes meet his.

‘That leaves pride, and lust?’

From the way your face tightens he knows he’s stumbled upon his answer.

Yoongi lets his eyes travel to your beautiful form in the sheer silk you’re draped in.

Your breasts press against the material, rounded, enticing, and as he looks, your nipples tighten visibly.

‘Ah,’ Yoongi says, voice dropped to barely a whisper. ‘He said you were lustful.’

Yoongi leans down, close to your cheek, and enjoys the way you shiver as he breathes on your skin.

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your skin, and your pupils dilate so much your eyes are practically black.

Your lips part on his name, and Yoongi, for the first time in a long while, feels a surge of lust.

You stay completely still as he touches your cheek.

‘What do you want from me, angel?’ Yoongi taunts. ‘Aren’t you fallen enough?’

Your breath trembles in your chest as his fingers tighten on your face.

‘Come,’ says Yoongi. ‘Show me how you fell.’

He lets go of your face to caress the swells of your breasts, and you gasp, but you don’t stop him.

Instead, you arch your back to press your breasts into his palms.

‘You want more?’ Yoongi asks. He knows you do.

He grasps the front of your gown, rips it all the way down.

Your thighs tighten on his hand as he reaches between your legs.

Yoongi’s hand explores you, leisurely, slow, until you’re twitching and trembling.

Your nipples are so sensitive now that when Yoongi rolls his tongue around one you buck your hips into his hand.

‘Uhngh,’ you moan. 

Yoongi thumbs the bud at the top of your sex, and your warmth pulses around his fingers.

Wet, hot, tight.

Yoongi drags his tongue along the round of your breast, and your breathing hitches.

Your nipples are so puffy and erect they almost look painful.

You whine as he grasps your rounded flesh. The sound causes a stirring, low in his belly.

Yoongi’s cock swells at the sounds you make. You’re so pleasured, breathless, and he’s barely making any effort.

He’s already almost fully erect when your soft hand brushes the front of his groin.

‘Bold for an angel,’ he says.

There’s a spark in your eyes, clouded with lust. 

‘How many angels have you defiled, Lord Min?’

Yoongi considers your question as his eyes roam your beautiful body.

‘None,’ he tells you.

You smile, and you’re so pretty he can’t take his eyes off you.

‘Luckily, I’m not an angel any more.’

Yoongi smirks. ‘Let me show you how the other side lives.’

He turns, and you follow.

***

You’re lost, Yoongi isn’t sure when it happened, probably between your fourth, maybe fifth peak.

He’s covered in your arousal, he can taste you on his lips, on his tongue. His cock’s still so rigid inside you he’s aching, caught in the delirium between pleasure and pain.

He plunges into your wet warmth, rocking his hips against yours.

Your arms are limp, one draped around his neck, just barely holding on, the other splayed out, fingers uncurled. You look dazed, fucked out, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

You cry out as Yoongi moves, dragging his cock against the walls of your cunt, and he notes with grim satisfaction how hoarse your voice now is.

‘Yoongi,’ you beg, ‘wanna feel you.’

‘You’ll feel me,’ he promises.

You shake your head. ‘I want to feel your pleasure.’

Yoongi groans as you hold your legs apart for him, letting him see exactly how he cleaves you apart , the way he looks entering your core.

He wraps a hand around your neck, tight, and your eyes close. Your hand snakes around his wrist, urging him on.

You’re clenching around him so sweetly Yoongi’s disarmed, and when you press a kiss to his temple he releases, shouting your name, spilling inside you.

Belatedly, he remembers to loosen his grip around your neck, and as you remain still he feels an unnerving wave of fear that he might have hurt you.

He says your name, and you stir. Relief floods through his chest. 

‘Stay,’ you mumble into his chest. ‘Stay.’

Yoongi curls his arm around you, a display of skinship he’s unused to but that you seem to want.

He wonders, curious, why he’s swayed to want to give you what you want.

***

You wake during the night. 

Yoongi’s flat on his back, arm propping up his head. He watches with dark amusement as you look your fill at his naked form. 

‘You’re too wide-eyed considering you have my seed all over you,’ he drawls. 

You blink at him. ‘I was surprised to wake, my lord.’

‘You thought I’d kill Azariel’s fallen daughter?’ Yoongi muses, not bothering to acknowledge how close to the truth you are. 

‘You do have a reputation, Lord Min,’ you say, so seriously that it takes him a moment to realise you’re teasing him. 

He’s startled into laughter that sounds rusty even to him. 

You turn over, breasts spilling onto the silk bedcovers, lush and beautiful like you were made to tempt him. 

His cock stirs, and it doesn’t escape your notice, minx that you are. 

You reach for him, gentle, soft against his hardness. 

Yoongi groans, eyes never leaving you as you stroke him. Your lips part on a breath, tongue flicking between. The cavern of your mouth feels like the heaven Yoongi will never know. 

He’s never rued being born a demon prince until this moment. 

Yoongi pulls you off his rigid shaft, seeks the warmth between your legs. You’re already gasping, spreading to take him, so soft and slick and willing he can barely hold himself back. 

His hand finds its way around your neck again, squeezing, and the pleasure ramps up a thousandfold. 

Your back arches as you peak, and this time Yoongi doesn’t have the patience to deny himself. He groans into your hair as he fills you, remembers to loosen his grip. 

You’re emboldened to press a kiss to his lips, a moment of contact so searing Yoongi’s jolted out of his post-pleasure daze. 

Neither of you speak, and neither of you makes a move to leave. 

***

It’s just past dawn when Yoongi stirs to the back of your entirely naked body. 

You’re getting re-dressed, helping yourself to his clothes. 

‘I should go,’ you say. 

Yoongi hadn’t realised you’d noticed he was awake. 

Pandemonium has passed, but Yoongi finds he doesn’t care for any possibility that you might get hurt. 

He rises, unclasps a chain from around his neck, fastens it around your own. The ancient rune now hanging between your collarbones is distinctly, identifiably, his. 

There aren’t many who would seek his wrath. 

‘My father will —--’ 

‘Rue the day he let you fall into the hands of a demon prince?’ suggests Yoongi. 

The hint of a smile plays around your lips, and Yoongi can’t tear his eyes away. 

‘I’ll be back,’ you say. There's a faint question in your voice.

‘See that you are,’ Yoongi replies. 

You bow slightly. ‘My lord.’ 

You take your leave, and Yoongi allows himself to watch you go until you slip between two buildings, and then you’re gone. 

©hamsterclaw 2023

[auraametrine]

What if the prophecy took a different path?

In Marvel Comics lore, Mantis, the Celestial Madonna, was destined to bear the Celestial Messiah through the union of “the perfect human” and “the perfect Cotati.” But in this alternate vision, Solaris Warlock is born of Mantis and Adam Warlock, The Celestial Madonna and Him, a being of cosmic light and divine mystery. Rejected by the Cotati, they are branded a false prophet and crucified, paying the ultimate price for a fate they never chose. Solaris would later be born again.

This concept draws inspiration from the comics, where religious symbolism has long been woven into both Adam Warlock’s and Mantis’ narratives. Adam Warlock himself was once crucified, and Mantis was prophesied to be the mother of the Messiah. Despite these striking parallels, their stories never truly intertwine in canon.

This reimagining explores the idea that Mantis’ destiny as the Celestial Madonna is not bound by prophecy, but by her own choices. No matter who she bears a child with, that child will be the Celestial Messiah—no matter what.

I plan to continue developing this concept through more art and potentially a fanfiction to be posted on AO3. Stay tuned!

[anggrishka]

Madonna

Oh, she’s delightful and seems to know more than says

[cedric-k-rossignol]

Cedric K. Ros- & The Significance of Being Born on March 25

AKA Undertaker is the New Year's Baby. Happy New Years Eve! Did you know that March 25th used to be considered New Year's Day?

For most of Europe, March 25th was considered the start of the New Year throughout the middle ages. In France, they moved the start of the new year to January 1st in 1564, and in England it wasn't changed until 1752.

I share the opinion that Undertaker is Cedric K Ros-, and I have a theory outlining why I believe his last name is Rossignol. Based off the popular theory that his reaper serial number means he died in 1366, and a connection I believe they share with a medieval French romance tale 'Floire et Blancheflor', I think that he was born on March 25, 1331. In a way, this would mean he and Cloudia were born on the same day, as both their birthdays would fall on Holy Monday, a day of the holy week that precedes Easter Sunday.

But if he was born on March 25, 1331, that would also mean he was born on New Year's Day. March 25 is the day of the Annunciation - the day on which the archangel Gabriel came to Mary and told her that "she would concieve and bear a son through a virgin birth and become the mother of Jesus Christ, the Christian Messiah and Son of God, marking the Incarnation." Girl, ya knocked up. This is exactly 9 months before December 25th, in case you were side-eyeing Mary 🤨. The day was chosen as the start of the new year by some dude in AD 525 because according to Christian theology, the era of grace began with the Incarnation of Christ. But that's not all!

It was traditionally believed that the Creation of the world, the Fall of Adam and Eve, the Sacrifice of Isaac, the Exodus from Egypt, the Incarnation, the Crucifixion and Death of Christ, and the Last Judgment all took place or will take place on March 25.

...And also the birth of Cedric K Ros-! Woo 🎉 What a special baby boy our Undertaker is.

Depictions of the Annunciation also usually show St. Gabriel the Archangel handing lilies to Our Lady. Mary is often represented by lilies, and the Madonna Lily, named for her, is often called the Annunciation Lily in honor of this Feast and is a perfect ornament for the day. The Venerable Bede (A.D. 672-735) described the transluscent white petals as symbolic of Mary's pure body, and the golden anthers as a symbol of the glory of her soul when she was taken up to Heaven at the Assumption

Madonna lily is just another word for the white lily, the flower that is often associated with Undertaker's presence in the story in the manga (further discussed here)

This flower is also strongly associated with Easter, and there are a lot of links between Undertaker, Cloudia, and Easter. It has several meanings - notably associated with purity, loss, renewal and resurrection. The lily is a symbol strongly tied to France, French Royalty, and French Christianity - beginning when the first pagan King of the Franks was persuaded to change his insignia from three toads to three lilies by his Christian wife, Clotilde, patron saint of the lame, after an angel gifted them to her. (My write up is in the works for King Clovis, Queen Clotilde, and Emperor Charlemagne, all of whom relate back to Floire et Blancheflor.) This is the origin of the fleur-de-lis as it relates to the French Monarchy.

But wait, there's more! You thought this was just a boring history lesson? Wrong - buckle up for some head scratching astronomy!

March 25 was also the date on which the spring equinox was originally set (the date now varies from the 19-21 March), also known as the Vernal equinox. This is the date where the day and night are more or less equal at 12 hours each. The location of the Vernal equinox is also known as the first point of Aries;

The first point of Aries, also known as the cusp of Aries, is the location of the Vernal equinox, used as a reference point in celestial coordinate systems. The first point of Aries is considered to be the celestial "prime meridian" from which right ascension is calculated.

So, right ascension is a way of locating a celestial body - and it's measured in hours. Instead of 360 degrees, one full rotation is 24 hours. And the Vernal equinox/first point of Aries is the starting point from which you measure. Grab the tape measure stopwatch!

I wasn't able to find any particular superstitions in French/Breton/Celtic culture for children born on this day. The general consensus seems to be that New Year's babies/babies born on the day of the Annunciation would have been considered lucky, blessed by God, and perhaps gifted with divine foresight/prophecy.

I don't think Undertaker would agree with the whole lucky and blessed thing...but I'm not going to rule out the potential link to him having foresight - or even him believing he had the gift of foresight. A sense of impending doom is a common phenomenon in people who suffer from depression or PTSD.

The Vernal equinox, along with the Annunciation, both pertain to the idea of spring, of renewal, of sowing seed 😏 Nice. I have nothing further to add.

Finally, and of course most importantly, this makes him an Aries. Undertaker would be an Aries...says me, a notorious Aries' lover. Him AND Cloudia, Lord help us those two would have been trouble...

Thanks for reading! My ask box is open and I'm always happy to talk about this stuff. You can find a masterpost of my Black Butler theories here - they mostly revolve around medieval French/Breton literature, French history and French Christianity.

Have a happy & safe New Year's everybody 🎉 May emerald witch grace our screens in 2025, and may the great hiatus come to an end 🙏

[heckcareoxytwit]

A preview of Guardians of the Galaxy #6

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY #6

THE ORIGIN OF GROOTFALL! One year ago, the Guardians were more than a team, they were the galaxy’s SUPER HEROES… Now the Guardians are outlaws, guns for hire roaming the frontier in hopes of stopping one of their own. How did the Guardians fall apart, and what changed Groot into the monster he is now? The untold story is finally revealed!

LEGACY #186

Written by: Jackson Lanzing, Collin Kelly Art by: Alex Lins (Artist), Kike J Diaz (Colorist) Cover by: Marco Checchetto Page Count: 28 Pages Release Date: September 20, 2023

[skipthezurrodragon]

Introducing my troll OC dance group: CØNSTELLATIØN5 (YES. IT LOOKS WEIRD, BUT IS SAID LIKE CONSTELLATIONS OR CONSTELLATION5 *looks at one of you specifically*/lh ILY LOLOL)! Here’s a little description about each of them left to right!

ESTELLE: She’s the youngest member of the group (24), known by fans as ‘the Star’ (as in stars in the sky, each of them resemble a celestial body). She’s the caring, shy girl of the group. Each member has their own specialty when dancing; her specialty is dancing with feathers, fans, wands, ribbons and boas, etc! She’s a transfem ace lesbian, and her voice claim is Madonna!

NOVAH: She’s the middle of the group in terms of age (25)! Her and Cosette (coming up next) were the closest in the group, but one time they ‘got together’, and they suddenly started blaming each other for misunderstandings (they’re super close again now! Their ship name is Novette if interested! ^w^). She’s half blind, and more of a hot-head compared to the other girls of the group. When dancing, she prefers being off the ground, loving aerial stunts in rings and hanging ropes/ribbons! She calls herself ‘the sun’ (her fans only called her that because she insisted), obsessed with everything that had to do with the sun. She’s pansexual, and her voice claim is Avril Lavigne!

COSETTE: Cosette is the second youngest (25) and the LEADER of the CØNSTELLATIØN5 (my personal favorite! ☺️)! She’s called ‘the moon’ because she seems to be the most lively during the group’s evening performances. Fun Fact: She’s actually one of Poppy’s childhood friends! She longs to reconnect with her, but the two of them already have their own paths, so she lets Poppy live her own life. Cosette is a fashion expert and gets a thrill out of styling outfits. Seriously.. if an outfit she likes a ruined, she’ll get pretty upset.. Unlike the other girls, she doesn’t necessarily have a specialty when she dances (she’d tried to come up with remaining dance options, but everything else either didn’t fit their vibe, or didn’t fit their audience..), so she just does a little bit of everything! She’s very sassy, but super fun to hang around. She’s bisexual (with a strong preference for women), and her voice claim is Reneé Rapp!

MAEVA: Maeva is the second oldest (25) of the group, and the fan-favorite (LITERALLY… I did a survey on Instagram and most people said she was their favorite LOL)! She’s extremely energetic and crazy, almost like a chaotic neutral (not quite chaotic evil, but she’s a little morally gray ☺️). In fact, her energy can be almost a little intimidating, especially to trolls like Estelle. A little fact: Maeva is the ONLY other girl who knows about the affair with Cosette and Novah. A recipe for trouble. Maeva, although seeming very confident, secretly struggles with a deep identity crisis (as of now, she identifies as pansexual and polyamorous), but she tries to drown out those worries. Her specialty is fire. She.. LOVES.. fire. She always seems to blow the crowd away with her fire tricks, so clearly she’s doing something right. They even gave her the nickname, ‘the meteor’ for it! Her voice claim is Lady Gaga!

SELAH: Last but not least is Selah, the oldest (25) member of the group! The fans call her ‘the planet’. Selah basically acts like all of her fans are her adopted children, so she took on a planetary look after they gave her than nickname. She also acts like the mom to Maeva, essentially. The two of them are the closest of friends, and her calm energy seems to keep Maeva in check (she’s the only one Maeva can actually let her armor down around :3). As a kid, she was in the color guard program, and now she’s an expert at it. However, once the dance group got together, she tended to favor dancing with a parasol over a flag! Fun fact: she was actually the one who came up with the group name! She’s AroAce, and her voice claim is SZA!

I hope you guys like them!! I’ve always been really proud of creating this girls, and will always try to give them some kind of fame! Lmk if you wanna see more of them. Who’s your favorite? ^^

⬇️EXTRAS⬇️

[wanderingmind867]

My Justice League Canada ideas may not be perfect, but there's too much writing on my part for me to completely ditch it. So I'm going to reblog some of my old notes, repost some of the old ones, and then just share all my new ones. Just really try to work on finally sharing it all. Because I never actually have shared it all, and I feel like that's my bad. So I'll try to correct that. Because my team concept had Booster Gold, Blue Beetle, Red Tornado, Martian Manhunter, Captain Marvel/Shazam, Mantis (yes, that vietnamese celestial madonna from marvel), and a whole slew of original characters (who I didn't actually put extensive detail into, but who had enough detailing). Oh, we also had the crime syndicate, an original villian who gave people influenza, and Guy Gardner.

[schizografia]

“Mi piace la pittura di paesaggio, mi piacciono le nature morte, mi piace la pittura non figurativa, ma più di tutto mi piacciono i ritratti. Del resto, nel mio campo mi considero una specie di ritrattista. Mi ha sempre incuriosito come ciascuno di noi riesca a distinguere istintivamente, senza neanche rendersene conto, i ritratti che sono stati dipinti dal vero da quelli che raffigurano personaggi nati dalla fantasia dell’artista. Ho potuto ammirarne poco tempo fa un esempio eclatante: l’affresco di Benozzo Gozzoli che raffigura il Corteo dei Magi e occupa le quattro pareti di una cappella del palazzo Medici-Riccardi a Firenze. Se guardate la processione dei Magi e del loro seguito, vedete una folla in cui i nobili sono personaggi importanti della corte dei Medici, mentre il volgo è formato da passanti presi dalla strada; non ci possono comunque essere dubbi sul fatto che sono stati tutti dipinti dal vero. Anche se non sappiamo chi erano i modelli, possiamo mettere la mano sul fuoco che i ritratti sono assolutamente somiglianti. In compenso, quando ci avviciniamo alla mangiatoia, ci troviamo di fronte ad angeli, santi, legioni celesti, e a un tratto i volti diventano più regolari, più idealizzati. Ciò che acquistano in spiritualità, lo perdono in vivacità: possiamo essere certi che non si tratta più di persone reali.

Nel quadro di Rogier van der Weyden accade lo stesso. Anche se non sapessimo che san Luca è un autoritratto del pittore saremmo comunque certi che è il ritratto di una persona reale. La Madonna no. È stata dipinta magnificamente – a dire la verità è soprattutto il suo vestito a essere stato dipinto magnificamente – ma sulla base di altre madonne, dell’idea convenzionale, eterea, un po’ sdolcinata che possiamo farci di una Madonna, ed è poi quanto avviene con la maggior parte delle raffigurazioni della Madonna. Ci sono alcune eccezioni, come quella, incredibilmente sexy, del Caravaggio nella chiesa di Sant’Agostino a Roma. Sappiamo che il modello era l’amante del pittore, una cortigiana che si chiamava Lena. Anche van der Weyden era capace di dipingere donne sexy, lo dimostra lo straordinario ritratto sulla copertina del libro che mi ha regalato Manu: uno dei volti di donna più espressivi e sensuali che abbia mai visto. Ma van der Weyden non era un poco di buono come il Caravaggio: non si sarebbe permesso di trattare così la Santa Vergine.

Emmanuel Carrère, Il regno