#Huron mythology

[shy-sapphic-ace]

So anyway, I made this

Edit: Some people commented with other suggestions of artists! So here’s my take (correct me if you think I’m wrong!)

Taylor Swift: Swan Maiden

The Amazing Devil: A band of travelling minstrels

Robin and the Goblins: Changeling

Cosmo Sheldrake: A researcher who studies faeries and nature

Van Canto: King of the Bards

Eurielle: Lake nymph

Sam Tinnesz: Prince from some faraway warlike kingdom

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Song association game

Concept: I thought of a little something that may be a bit of fun on here. Amateur though I am at it, I love designing aesthetics and I also love old art, incorporating it with more modern expressions such as song lyrics. Often, throughout my day, I’ll hear a song and it won’t remind me of my own memories or lovers or dear ones but rather someone from long ago and the fragments of their experiences that they left us to explore. I enjoy pairing these lyrics and figures and myths together in my mind and for my own enjoyment I started doing it with design.

Game: I’d love it if you submitted a figure of the past (mythical, fictional or historical) and either 1. ask me to match the person to a lyric that makes me think of them, or 2. Give me a lyric and ask me to assign it a personage. Or else make a full request of both if you too have this tendency to associate your “old dear friends” with more current art. I bet I’ll learn a lot from you all as well, and that excites me

[sonics-atelier]

Gaea's Embrace: A symphony of Death and Decay.

Summary : The product of Lord Huron and Hoziers Songs, which I drew inspiration from and you can listen to below -

a/n : Blame @achaotichuman for encouraging me, also I wrote this in a flurry, not proofread.

Beneath the crescent moon, a solitary figure wandered through the enveloping shadows of the forest, where the crackle of dried leaves and the soft sigh of the wind were the only audible companions in the stillness. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, a fragrance both alluring and ominous, weaving through the ancient trees whose gnarled branches etched dark silhouettes against the starlit heavens, as if recounting tales borne in the Chaos of distant epochs.

With deliberate steps, the figure moved as if in reverence, each stride a deliberate caress of the earth beneath. Eventually arriving at a clearing, where wild grasses sprawled untamed, a verdant tapestry amidst the heart of the woodland. Here, they reclined, surrendering to the cold embrace of the soil. Above, the night sky stretched like an infinite canvas adorned with countless celestial jewels, forging a fleeting connection with the boundless Ouranous.

In this sacred stillness, the flora and fauna of the shadowed ecosystem stirred. Mosses of deepest green and black crept nearer, their tendrils delicately entwining around limbs with a gentle, persistent touch. Luminous mushrooms bloomed nearby, their caps casting ethereal glows in the moon’s pale embrace, their spores perfuming the air with an otherworldly aroma. Fungi in shades of violet and bordeaux wove intricate patterns amidst the grass, their presence a haunting blend of beauty and eeriness.

Unseen, yet omnipresent, bacteria began their silent choreography, dismantling the boundaries between the figure and the earth. They murmured of the secrets veiled within the dark loam, of the eternal dance between life and demise. The figure listened, finding solace in their whispered revelations, feeling the ancient rhythms pulse beneath their form.

Drawn by the inevitability of transition, denizens of the forest’s depths approached. Beetles with iridescent carapaces, worms aglow in moonlight, and other inscrutable beings commenced their ritual feast. They moved with a grace that belied their task, stripping flesh from bone in a solemn communion, drawing sustenance from the essence of the figure. This process, neither rushed nor cruel, unfolded as a natural ballet—a reverent return to origins.

The earth seemed to exhale in acceptance, enfolding the exposed bones in a gentle shroud of soil. It consumed them with fervor, reducing remnants to dust and earth. No fear lingered within the figure, nor regret; only tranquility, a profound merging with Gaea’s dark heart, an acceptance of the inevitable cycle.

As the night progressed, the clearing underwent a metamorphosis. Where once a solitary figure lay, they now melded seamlessly with the earth, indistinguishable from the mosses, mushrooms, fungi, and verdure that surrounded them. The soil whispered of its sacred offering, of the new life poised to burgeon from this communion with mortality. The forest, ensconced in its spectral allure, thrived amidst the poignant beauty.

Thus, the figure’s essence became an integral thread in the tapestry of eternity, their final thoughts not of loss, but of profound unity. They had surrendered to the radiance of perfection, willingly merging with the chill embrace of the earth, discovering a hauntingly beautiful eternity within Gaea’s embrace.

- @sonics-atelier 2024 ( do not repost or reuse in any way shape or form, I will decapitate you )

( dividers by @cafekitsune 🫶 )

[drivinmeinsane]

{ Eyes Always Seeking }

2/3 ※ Officer K (BR 2049) x Sierra Six (The Gray Man) ※ { masterlist } ※ { ao3 }

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※ Summary: Unpleasantly, K feels the return of the drowning sensation he had felt earlier. It is almost as though someone had placed a mirror in front of him in a dream. The reflection is him, but distinctly not. ※ Rating: 18+ for explicit mature content. ※ Content/tags: Canon-typical violence, Descriptions of a Crime Scene, Eye Horror, Descriptions of Injury, Frottage, Handjobs, Implied Reoccurring Sexual Abuse by a Supervisor, Emotional Hurt, Identity Issues, References to Greek Mythology, Hand Holding, Slow burn ※ Word count: 3,551 ※ Status: Chapter 2 / Complete ※ Author's note: This chapter and I bitterly fought. I'm not sure who won, but here it is all the same. Eyes Always Searching has expanded beyond the word count I set out to write and there will be a third and final chapter because of that. K's really going through it, but we'll get there, folks. Hands WILL be held. ※ Song inspiration: The Ghost on the Shore - Lord Huron

It’s considerably later in the night when the spinners containing the matching set of replicant officers finally touch down on the roof of the Los Angeles Police Department's towering building. The impact of the tires on the ground is enough to rattle K’s already overstimulated body. The inevitable test hangs over his head like the fist of another replicant primed to swing at his skull. He is not confident that he is going to look like himself inside, not tonight. He’s swimming in the ocean, head going under, fighting for breath, miles away from solid ground of his baseline. Odysseus on the boat, not yet to the shore of the Cyclops’s island.

One of his implanted memories is a lesson for him to stay out of water. Keep your feet touching the bottom. Don’t drift too far. If you do, you won’t come back. Seems like he didn’t learn from that lesson or maybe he was pushed into the depths. He didn’t choose this life.

He gets out of his spinner. The plastic bags rustle and shift inside his pockets. That sensation, at least, is something familiar in the turbulent waters of tonight.

Six meets him at the midpoint between the two spinners and, together, they walk to the door that opens into the rooftop entry point. The other replicant mentions for him to walk ahead, needing him to take the lead in an unfamiliar building. K bypasses the elevator entirely. They descend the stairs like two men being led to the gallows as he takes them down past the level that houses Lieutenant Joshi’s office. He learned early on in his inception not bring pending work with him when visiting her, only results.

The muscles in his thighs burn, going numb from the constant use. Elevators are not safe, not for their kind. Their privacy allow for intimacies, liberties that cannot be easily refused. They are nothing but slow-moving cages. As they descend into the bowels of the building, he wonders at the lack of protest from his fellow officer at taking the stairs. Had Six also found himself cornered in his own precinct? Likely.

K pushes open the stairwell door on the floor that contains collection and processing and they step out into the populated hallway. They do not go unnoticed. Both replicants are too bloody and rank to escape attention. Their condition is enough to provoke most of the other occupants into pressing against the walls. An unnatural silence falls. K had expected a greater uproar than usual due to his new shadow, but it seems like the presence of the other replicant at his back is having the opposite effect on his usual hecklers.

Wide eyed stares at the matching set the two of them make K tuck his chin into the lining of his jacket. He’s shying away from the scrutiny and closer to his fellow officer. Six, for his part, doesn’t waver. The other replicant is a steadying presence, unbothered and enduring as the seawall.

Making a sudden left, K abruptly ducks into the evidence intake room. Six doesn’t miss a step and adjusts course accordingly. K would be relieved that there is an available processor if it didn’t mean that their baselines are coming up that much sooner. It’s slow here this time of night. The late hours bring a differing type of crime, pertaining more to perpetrators and enforcement rather than victims and deduction.

“Evidence turn in,” he says to the man seated behind the counter. K’s pretty sure the employee is an organic. He’s likely one of the folks that haven’t had the money or the latent qualities to make it off-world. There were more than a few of them left behind.

“Badge,” the processor says, disinterested. Faint moans are coming from a personal phone resting on his desk. Two female doxies grope each other on the visible sliver of screen. K buries the thought that he might as well be them and they might as well be him. They are spared the veil of secrecy at least.

K slides his badge under the plexiglass barrier. The man doesn’t bother to pause the video before checking the engraved number and pulling K’s file up on the computer screen. When he glances over at him to do a facial match to record’s photo, he does a double take. K gets to see him blanch, blood drains out of his face at the sight of Six hovering just at K’s shoulder. He quickly adverts his eyes. Like the organics in the hallway, he is clearly unsettled by the sight of a matched set.

His badge gets shoved back at him unceremoniously. He tucks it away. The seated man gives him a hard look, his lips are pursed like he is about to say something unpleasant. In response, K keeps his head lowered and his shoulders curled in. It’s a submissive display, nonthreatening, he’s a good dog showing his belly. Some of the tension bleeds from the employee at the show, although he still eyes Six warily.

“Slide whatever you have under.”

There’s open disgust on the seated employee’s face as both he and Six pull bags of eyeballs from their pockets and begin piling them on the laminated counter. Over a dozen hues stare blindly in all directions, lidded by thin plastic instead of flesh. The piece of metal that had slashed K’s temporary partner’s face open gets tossed unceremoniously alongside them in its own bag. It reflects the dazzling blue of one of their own eyes. K’s own or Six’s? Does it make a difference?

K does not produce the scarf they had taken from their personal Minotaur that they left slain and discarded in the heart of the maze. It is for him to keep, just like the coat that he tucks himself inside every day. Perhaps, when he is gone, his retiring officer will carry a piece of him with them, a reminder that he had existed in the endless list of serial numbers. He wishes sometimes that his own collection was smaller.

His partner gestures him aside and K obediently takes a step back, watching on as Six pushes the pile through the opening in the barrier. The sight of a tattoo on the other replicant’s hand makes the air seize in his chest. He just took on another lungful of water.

He knows he’s staring. His fellow officer had been wearing a pair of gloves earlier, hiding the pale flesh of his hands, but now they exposed in a way that distorts his reality. The moaning of the recorded doxies, the bare skin. Those hands on him, wringing noises from his own throat. It blurs together. He forces his eyes to look somewhere left of the processing employee’s ear.

The presence of the shakily etched palm tree in front of a sun on the joint of the other replicant’s thumb is troubling. K is perpetually lost in the ocean. That memory was implanted in him so deeply that he can taste the brine of saltwater every time he thinks of that day. Why should a replicant be here, wearing his face, and baring a mark representing the shore that was his salvation, just out of reach. The single palm tree in the sand just on the horizon... He never makes it.

The employee types loudly as he enters in the information. The crinkling of the plastic as he picks up each eye to press it against the scanner is as loud as a gunshot in the near silent space. More often than not, there’s an error. Just as K had suspected, the eyes are too decomposed for a regular scanner. Hitting the limit of his patience, the seated man finally throws the entire lot of them into a bin to be taken for more in-depth processing. Chances are that Coco is going to be saddled with it. He’s good at his job. He is also K’s favorite coworker. He at least apologizes when he insults him. The others don’t bother.

“You can go.” The employee says, irritated. As they take their leave he loudly says “Skinners!” to their backs. K twitches, wounded. Six tightens his jaw and his hand jerks ever so slightly towards K. Their knuckles brush, bare skin on bare skin. He might as well have punched him for the way the impact of that light touch radiates through his body.

The initial shock of them has worn off by the time they step back into the hallway. Muttered insults greet them as they carve a path back to the stairwell. They descend deeper into the precinct where the more unsavory things have a home.

Their hands do not touch again.

K pushes open the door onto a floor several levels below. It’s empty. No one but the cleaning crew and his kind have a purpose down here. His reflection meets his eyes in the polished floor. He doesn’t have to imagine company for once. One has become two has become four. Who will be coming back?

The overhead light buzzes, popping like broken bones under his hands. He can’t hold back the future. It’s inevitable.

Their footsteps echo. The slight squeak of the rubber of the sole of K’s left boot is insistent. The rustling of Six’s jacket accompanies it like an old friend. If he fools himself, he could imagine- No. Bury it. Bury it on the shore and enter the cave. It’s his fate.

They reach the room they need. There are no chairs.

It was once a waiting room with a desk, years before K came along. Now, instead of an employee, there is a screen mounted on the surface. He scans his fingers and then leans down and holds his eyelids open with those same fingers. Eyes up and to the left like a good boy. He steps back and lets the replicant at his side do the same.

In what feels like an act of cruelty, Six gets called back for his baseline first by a voice projected through a speaker in the corner of the room. Neither of them speak as he walks into the connecting room. K is left to wait, anxious. He has never had cause to be worried about another one of his kind before, not in this way. The similarities between them are too many. He has to trust that his fellow officer isn’t defective like him. Surely he isn’t. He seems less affected by the unpleasant aspects of their job. The vitriol of the organics around them hadn’t appeared to be as crushing. Their passing touches were likely not as remarkable to the other replicant as they were to K.

For his end of things, K knows all too well how easy it is to feel beyond what is safe. There has been days when the exhaustion has been bone deep. Days when he’s felt almost too tired to shove down his flaws. The wrongness of him bleeds to the surface, bubbles up through the dirt he buries the aspects of himself in. Pressure never staunches the wound for long.

He strains himself to hear anything behind the sealed door. There is nothing but the whoosh of the vents and his own body operating. Would he hear the killing blow?

Six returns after several achingly long minutes. His face doesn’t reveal anything when he steps out of the room. His jacket is folded over his arm. The dark material of his shirt hides the blood from his cheek injury. It looks worse than K had remembered. He’s suddenly too aware of the brain matter drying in his own hair.

The disembodied voice calls for K before the door even shuts behind Six. He nods at K and steps aside to let him pass. Irrationally, he has an urge to tell the other replicant goodbye.

There is a patch of missed blood in the room. The tile is stained pink around it. Someone had felt too much and paid the price. He shrugs his coat off. K tries not to look at the vibrant smear as he takes his seat on the stool. He keeps his eyes focused on the camera’s singular eye. A Cyclops. The Cyclops. He must outwit it.

“Subject: Officer KD6-3.7. Let’s begin. Ready?” comes the detached voice.

He imagines himself trapped in a cave. He loosens his fists. Pictures the scene in his mind, sinks into it. “Yes, sir.”

The camera whirs loudly. Locking onto him.

“Recite your baseline.”

“And blood-black nothingness began to spin. A system of cells interlinked within. Cells interlinked within cells interlinked. Within one stem.”

The rest of the questions follow. The camera clicks with each response, capturing any sign that he needs to be culled. With each reply, the story unfolds in his mind. The Cyclops is fooled, left drunk and unaware of his plans and innermost thoughts. His pulse beats steadily in his throat. He does not swallow excessively. He is calm, compliant.

“Do they teach you how to feel finger to finger? Interlinked.”

“Interlinked.” He says automatically, before he can stop it, a flash of Six’s gloved hand in his bare one. It had been warm through the synthetic leather both times they had grasped hands.

“Do you long for having your heart interlinked? Interlinked.”

“Interlinked.” Looking into Six’s eyes, thinking of the way the other officer asked him if he was okay. The way they had fought to keep each other alive mere hours ago.

“Do you feel that there's a part of you that's missing? Interlinked.”

“Interlinked.” Yes, but he found it. He found it. He fights the jump in his throat, the way he wants to look away from the piercing eye in shame.

He recites the words that are expected of him. Gives all the correct responses, fights any trace of humanity within himself. He reminds himself that there isn’t any. He is defective. He is irredeemably defective.

“Say that three times. Within cells interlinked.”

“Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked.”

Machinery powers down. There is silence after K says the final word. His heart is hammering in his ears. His vision blurs, the camera turns into a wavering white fountain.

How long will Six wait for him? Will they tell the other replicant what happened here, or will he be left to draw his own conclusions. He should have held onto his hand. He should have felt Six’s bare skin with his own in the hallways, should have allowed himself that final luxury. But… maybe if he had, he would have tainted Six and it would be his blood in the corner. Yes, it was better this way. K can retire alone with his shame.

Finally.

“We’re done. Constant K. You can go.”

K locks eyes with the camera’s eye. He pictures himself driving a fiery wooden stake through it, desperation burning up the edges of himself. “Thank you, Sir.”

He stands up and puts his back to the camera as he moves to exit. He wonders if they put a bullet in the replicants from behind after telling them they can go or if they make them sit still and look ahead for their retirement. His shoulders are stiff. He reaches the door, imagining himself clinging to a sheep on the way out of the Cyclops's cave, hoping against hope the Cyclops won’t notice. His fingers are buried in the faux fur lining of his jacket, furthering the illusion.

Six is standing patiently for him in the main room. Hands clasped. Head lowered. Coat back on. Settled in like he would wait a lifetime. He nods upon seeing K and K nods back, neither of them speak. There is always someone listening.

They take the stairs to Joshi’s office. Once again, neither of them indicate for the elevator even despite the long climb. K ignores the burning of his lungs and the ache in his side. There is relief to be found in its presence. It hurts of victory, of his continued survival.

The bullpen outside of his madam’s office falls silent the moment their presence is registered by its occupants. No whistles and lewd commentary accompany their journey. Hushed murmuring and the dry rustling noises small insects might make when they skitter away from a bright light take the place of it instead. People stand up to look at them, the matched set. K thinks about the pile of endlessly staring eyeballs they had left behind. It’s difficult not to draw comparisons between them and the eyes of his coworkers.

He is the one to knock on his madam’s door.

“Come.”

A twist of the doorknob and then they’re stepping over the threshold. Predictably, the crowd waiting with bated breath behind them explodes into the conversation. Six closes the door, shutting away the leering remarks.

“Madam.” K greets, submissive nod of his head. Six does not follow suit. Joshi frowns at the lack of subservience.

“Took you long enough.”

“Apologies, Madam.”

She scans over them both with a critical eye. K has long since learned to not squirm under the weight of her scrutiny. Doing so only serves to displease her.

“I’m not paying for that,” she says abruptly.

K flinches, thinking she’s referring to him. He mentally catalogs every possible injury he might have. There is nothing that she should be able to see. He’s hiding his soreness. His pulse ticks up. His mouth dries.

“Of course,” comes Six’s steady voice. It’s his fellow officer’s cheek that had captured her notice.

The flippant answer seems to upset the woman seated behind her desk even more.

“What did you find.” She’s addressing him now, impatient.

“Thirteen bodies plus the one we retired. Fourteen. Looks like the tipster might have been right. There was some things written on the walls that seemed to suggest it. The entire place was set up like a maze.”

“What got to them?”

“Carbon Monoxide poisoning. It put some of them down in their sleep and riled up the one we dealt with today enough to finish off the rest long before we arrived on scene.”

“Your kind just can’t help themselves, can they?” Joshi says, a knowing gleam in her eye. He is aware of how she thinks of them.

“I suppose not, Madam.” K agrees placidly. There’s a spark of satisfaction on her face at his acquiescence, like they’re both in on the same joke.

“I’m a little surprised that you two haven’t torn each other to pieces yet. Didn’t think you newer models got along all that well. The reps over at Wallace warned me that there might be some conflict, like two starving dogs in a cage. Unless you were the one who put that cut on his face.”

K silently shakes his head. He doesn’t trust himself to react more than that. His madam’s assumptions rankle at him. The urges he is having are wrong, but they’re not violent. It would be better if they were. That would be forgivable. Despite himself, he can imagine the two of them clashing, but he would not draw blood. He would be toothless, hands soft, body yielding. He thinks he might let Six retire him if it came to it. Hopes it would be him and not anyone else.

“I’ll have a forensics team go out in the morning to canvas the place and find what you missed. I need you both back here in the morning. Let’s say… 0600. Go home, K. Get cleaned up, you look like shit.”

“Yes, Madam.”

Her attention redirects to the replicant at his side. “Anything to add…” she squints at her screen, “KS6-2.8?”

“No.”

“Lieutenant Fitzroy sure gave me a charmer when he sent you over. Are you usually this surly with your superiors or is it special treatment just for me?”

Six is silent. Joshi is looking like she might stand up and backhand him. K feels a sweat break out across his back. Suddenly, his coat seems stifling. “Well?”

“Whichever makes you feel better.” His tone is dripping with politeness. The crease deepens between the woman’s eyebrows.

Joshi stands up, one hand on her desk. She visibly takes a breath, holds it, lets it go. Her ire barely relents.

“Get out.”

Six inclines his head and pivots. K is careful to shut the door gently behind them.

K follows Six out of the door and up the stairs. He feels shaken, off balance. He would have never dared to needle his madam like Six had just done. It would have meant the hose, the metal grate, and the unforgiving tile. Standing, shivering in the refrigeration unit for minutes, for hours, for as long as it took for him to learn his lesson. They can’t disobey directly, the compulsion to bend a knee is too strong, but they are capable of other infractions.

“My place?” K asks, before Six pushes on roof access door. He feels a curl of desperation. He doesn’t want to see him leave. They haven’t talked. K needs more. He always needs more. One day he will pay for that need, but not tonight.

“Sure. My spinner?” Six responds easily, holding the door open for him. If he’s feeling nervous, he’s not showing it.

“Sure,” he echos.

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[g0dspeeed]

5 Songs, 3 Outfits

Tagged by @carlosoliveiraa 💕 Thank you, this was so fun!

RULES: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

The Storm by Bronze Radio Return

"She is the storm and the calm that proceeds. The howling wind and the still air in-between"

Blame Brett by The Beaches

"That's why I won't get vulnerable Don't you dare get comfortable Heartbreak is impossible Feelings doing somersaults I'm not ready for therapy To take accountability Right now it's about me Me and only 'bout me"

Damn (Unstuck) by Vox Rea

"Damn, it's all in my hands Bottle of gin and a cigarette Oh man, don't you think about lighting up? Damn, forgot all my plans Dangerous dance on quicksand Oh man, don't you think about giving up?"

King by Florence and The Machine

"I need my golden crown of sorrow My bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king"

All About Me by Lilyisthatyou

"I don't give a damn if you're not at ease This is not about you, it's all about me Swallow your pride, fuck off and die This is not about you, it's all about me"

Girl just wants to be cozy fr

Free Animal by Foreign Air

"You get what you came for, what you stayed for I only know how to satisfy your craving This is what you crave Know what you're made of, what you're made of Flesh and bones won't lie They won't lie"

Waiting For The End by Linkin Park

"I know what it takes to move on I know how it feels to lie All I wanna do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got"

WAM by A$AP Ferg

"Man, I got all the flavor, bitches say I'm delicious I'ma have all you motherfuckers laying in ditches I'ma kill all you rappers, I'ma aim with precision They was rocking with your ass 'til they made a decision All my friends making millions 'cause they knowin' my vision A lot of entertainers crash, I can see the collision Destined to make the money, I was great at division I'm finna take all your food and I'ma eat up the dishes"

Build Me Up by Reaubeau, Elle Hollis

"Something's coming, I wanna be Everything I thought that I could never be Build me up, piece by piece Figure out on my own the parts that made me"

Meet Me In The Woods by Lord Huron

"I have seen what the darkness does Say goodbye to who I was I ain't never been away so long Don't look back, them days are gone Follow me into the endless night I can bring your fears to life Show me yours and I'll show you mine Meet me in the woods tonight"

Country boy aesthetic ✨

Tagging @noodlecupcakes , @simplegenius042 , @voidika , @v0idbuggy , @direwombat , @socially-awkward-skeleton , @cassietrn , @ivymarquis , @ladyoriza , @la-grosse-patate , @nightbloodbix , @strangefable , @inafieldofdaisies , @shallow-gravy , @onehornedbeast , @henbased , @josephseedismyfather & else who wants to try!

[sailor-aviator]

About Me

Hey there!

Hi! My name is Liz! I’m 28 years old (Born on September 3rd), and my big three are Virgo Sun, Taurus Moon, and Virgo Rising! I just recently started writing fanfiction, but I’ve been writing since I was around 9 years old. I’ve been creating stories since I could talk! I was a Linguistics Major in college, having attended the University of Missouri, and I had two minors: one in German and the other in Medieval and Renaissance Studies. I studied abroad twice during college: once for a year in Germany and the other for a month in Ireland! 

My Hobbies include:

Writing

Reading

Drawing

Painting

Traveling 

Video Games

Photography

Cross-stitch

Embroidery

My Favorites include:

Books: Night Road by A.M. Jenkins, The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell, The Giver by Lois Lowry, Earth Abides by George R. Stewart, and Coraline by Neil Gaiman

Movies: The Labyrinth, Pride and Prejudice (2005), Raiders of the Lost Ark, Where the Crawdads Sing, Detective Pikachu, and Black Phone

Shows: Derry Girls, Daria, X-Files, Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, Fruits Basket, and Anne With an E

Songs: In a Week by Hozier, The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron, I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For by U2

Disney Movies: The Little Mermaid, Brave, Elemental, and Soul

Disney Princess: Ariel

Disney Character: Donald Duck

Disney Show: Ducktales (original and new)

Cryptid: Mothman

Holiday: Halloween

Scary Movies: The Omen (1976), Longlegs, Incantation, and As Above, So Below

Flower: Lily of the Valley

Place in the World: Scottish Highlands

Myth: Orpheus and Eurydice

Musicals: Hadestown and Jesus Christ Superstar

Season: Spring

Weather: Thunderstorms

Colors: Yellow, Green, and Pink!

Musical Artist: Hozier

Animals: Stingrays, Gorillas, and Foxes

My Other Interests include:

Mythology

Folklore

Cryptids

Anime

History

Literature

Cute Things

Conservation

Activism

My Personality Types are:

INFP

Chaotic Good

Enneagram 4

Have other questions? Go ahead and shoot me an ask!

[bardic-inspo]

OC as obscure references!

I was tagged by the lovely @aevallare! Thank you so much! <3

(the boy is peekin in the back 👀)

name: Naomi Tavriel

animal: raven

colours: maroon, cobalt blue (love me that gorgeous maroon dye on her yaun-ti scale mail, swoon)

month: April

songs:

Meet me in the Woods - Lord Huron

Control - Halsey

Dance in the Graveyards - Delta Rae

number: 13

plants: foxglove, moonflowers

smells: lavender, lemon, vetiver

gemstone: tanzanite

time of day: midnight

season: spring

places: bustling city streets, a hot spring in the underdark

food: lemon cakes, raspberries, pineapple

drinks: sangria, sprite

element: water

astrological sign: saggitarius

seasonings: lemon, thyme, nutmeg

sky: starry

weather: warm but not humid, with a cool tickling breeze

magical powers: music that touches the soul (and casts fuckery like vicious mockery), silver linings of a curse she's mostly oblivious to

weapons: sword of screams (rapier), hellfire crossbow, a flute in a pinch but a fiddle is her preference

social media: a deactivated tumblr account with an intense philosophical post and/or a soul-rending poem that went viral and is still circulating

make up product: Smokey eye. Or, eyeliner sharp enough to pierce the hull of an imperial Fire Nation battleship, leaving thousands stranded at sea.

candy: airheads

method of long distance travel: horseback

art style: gothic

fear: loneliness, isolation

mythological creature: siren or harpy

piece of stationery: a tattered piece of parchment, yellowed with age

three emojis: 😏👻👿

celestial body: a nebula

Tagging @cassieuncaged, @fablewritesnonsense, @kharonion, @poetikat, @arcandoria, @amethystandwine, and whoever else would like to do this for whichever OC you desire <3 No worries if you'd rather not!

[silverswan20]

Mind if i introduce myself?

Hi I'm Chelsea, You can Call me Chels or Cecee!

I'm a minor 15 for exact (stop Sending prno)

Pronounce : She / Her

Gender : Bise and lithromantic

MultiFandom! (Carmen Sandiego, Dead plate, Owl house, Atla Etc.)

I like Old porcelain Figurines (i have many)

Sweet tooth <3

Fav music? "The night we met" by Lord huron

astronomy freak

History and mythology lover :)

keep acting innocent and you'll know even the smartest people can be fooled (joke, i learned this from Dark psychology)

Don't mind me, i post random stuff

I love admiring the moon (i could smile at the moon for hours)

I'm In Your walls 🥰

[hiddenbeks]

oc + random associations

tagged by @hibernationsuit thank youuuuu <3

tagging @famewolf @gwynbleidd @magicmissiled @rosykims if you feel like doing this!!

gonna do this for liah bc we are in kotor mode rn!!

animal: tiger, white shark, dragonfly

colors: black, red, grey, Jedi Browns™

month: march

songs: meet me in the woods - lord huron, paint the sky with blood - bodom after midnight, stockholm syndrome / butterflies and hurricanes - muse

number: 2. also 9

plants: rainflower, cactus, iris

scents: peppermint, citrus... sweat?

gemstone: aragonite, rainbow obsidian, serpentine

time of day: dawn

season: spring

places: gyms and sparring rooms, busy cantinas, forgotten temples, inside an old spaceship, windy plains

food: protein bars, instant noodles, this specific chicken recipe i came upon, anything with chicken really,

drinks: coke, protein shakes, cocktails, lum ale

element: water

seasonings: coriander, salt, black pepper

sky: just before sunrise when the sky is turning from dark blue to purple... like this

weather: partially cloudy with strong wind. cool but not cold

magical power: telekinesis

weapons: double-bladed lightsaber, heavy blaster rifle

candy/sweets: mint and peppermint pastilles, fruit-flavored chewy toffee

method of long distance travel: the ebon hawk (preferably chilling while somebody else does the flying), whatever the sw speeder equivalent of a really cool motorcycle is

art style: expressionism, modernism

fear: herself, loss of sense of self, being controlled

mythological creature: phoenix

piece of stationery: 2B pencil

three emojis: 💥🫠☄️

celestial body: pluto

[harps-for-days]

10 Songs, 10 People

Thanks so much for the tag @mjparkerwriting !! Sorry it took so long to get around to it 😬

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up. Describe how they relate to your WIP and/or worldbuilding.

1. It Was A Sin by The Revivalists

This one was originally put in (wayyyy back when this series was only two books) just cuz the vibes were great. But now somehow, there's a scene and character (Brad) in book five that fits really well with this song! I'm so excited to write it, but it's gonna upset me so much

2. Sugar In A Bowl by Of Monsters and Men

This song was added for Luella. It strikes me with some of the same things I imagine she feels as she helplessly watches the events of the story negatively change the people she is close to

3. Alone and Forsaken by Hank Williams

Just great vibes, plus it hits on themes of abandonment, which I'd just *chef's kiss*

4. Nederst på Lista by Resirkulert

I just love this song lmao. The vibes work for my book two main crew, though!

5. Sweet Dreams in Sea Major by Musical Miracle

I LOVE this song (too). The opening and first parts of the song are perfect for like book 6 and specifically the very end of book six (hence, the end of the series).

6. Ends of the Earth by Lord Huron

Thaddeus and Alvaretta, my beloved(s) ♡

7. Norsk På Fest by Me and the Julios

Book one opening vibes. I love the lonely picture it paints and introspective vibes (I've said vibes so many times)

8. Swing Life Away by Rise Against

This one is just so atmospheric for all six books and is helpful to listen to. It works so well for so many people it's just kinda a staple for my series (to me lmao) now

9. King by Florence and the Machine

Well, I simply need my golden crown of sorrows, my bloody sword to swing, and my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology. Jk it's literally perfect for like three characters. These characters who never get to live as they want and become pawns for others to use in their ambitions. They are painfully aware of this and lament it

10. Your Bones by Of Monsters and Men

I was so happy this one popped up lol this was THE song that inspired my series at first. Now I imagine it sounds sort of like an Astristinian funeral hymn

Thanks so much for this tag again,it was super fun!! I'm gonna tag @squarebracket-trick @talesofsorrowandofruin @did-i-do-this-write and @meerawrites

[imgoingtofreakoutnow]

oc's as obscure references

thanks to @tripleyeeet for tagging me, this has been a lot of fun and has given me a change to udnerstand my beloved nayan a little bit better!

animal: otter

colours: orange, bright red and light blue

month: may

songs: meet me in the woods by lord huron, ALICE by PEGGY, physical by dua lipa, wild blue yonder by the amazing devil

number: 8

plants: carnation and fern

smells: pine tree and strawberries

gemstone: amber

time of day: late afternoon

season: summer

places: rocky beaches or windy cliffs above the ocean

food: mushrooms

drinks: any fruity concoction (alcoholic or not)

element: fire

astrological sign: sagittarius

seasonings: chili flakes

sky: white clouds painted at sunset

weather: sunny days with a strong wind

magical powers: shape-shifting

weapons: anything she can swing around

social media: nayan would adore tiktok (but she'd definitely lurk on tumblr too)

make up product: blush

candy: those long and sour rainbow candies

method of long distance travel: nayan would be fascinated by planes

art style: art noveau

fear: not being loved for who she is

mythological creature: selkie

piece of stationary: peacock feather quill

three emojis: 🥰🎶🍄

celestial body: venus

tagging: i actually don't know who to tag so if anyone who sees this wants to participate, feel free to do it!!! <3

[sinceileftyoublog]

Lord Huron & Allie Crow Buckley Live Show Review: 7/28, Canal Shores Golf Course, Evanston

BY JORDAN MAINZER

What is it with Chicago area weather changing the course of our summer festivals? While I wasn’t able to catch Kara Jackson again on Friday at Out of Space, as her set was cut and the bill moved hours up to avoid incoming storms, at least Lord Huron and Allie Crow Buckley provided the crowd at Canal Shores Golf Course a night of high and lonesome, Laurel Canyon-inspired Americana.

The LA indie rock four-piece, who live expand to a sextet, most recently released Long Lost (Republic), in my ears their best album to date due to its embrace of a wider variety of genres--country, baroque pop, and psychedelia, to name a few. Those songs proved to have the greatest impact. The sweeping Spaghetti western stylings of “Mine Forever” radiated an effortless cool to match its romanticism. Miguel Briseño’s upright bass, Mark Barry’s clacking drums, and Misty Boyce’s church organ Mellotron buoyed Ben Schneider’s forlorn confessions on “Love Me Like You Used To”. “I Lied”, which saw Boyce fill in admirably for the studio version’s Allison Ponthier in a duet with Schneider, featured appropriately retro steel guitar from Tom Renaud, the song achieving the same levels of longing and regret as your parents’ favorite country songs. And chugging set closer “Not Dead Yet” was a fitting bookend to the set, considering Schneider’s joke that he received a text when he woke up that lightning would strike the stage at 9 PM, Back to the Future style. “It’s not usually how I like to get my prophecies,” he said, perhaps fully aware that the best Lord Huron songs can prove to be prophetic themselves. Case in point, the band’s performance of “The Night We Met”, as Schneider’s words of terrors and ghosts and hauntings were further soundtracked by the rumbling of nearby L trains--or was that thunder already? 

Buckley, also beginning earlier than anticipated, performed songs with an appropriately languid pace for the hot sun. “Under the Sun” and “Moonlit and Devious” sported deliberate drums and buzzing guitars, respectively, operating at a twinkly sway. Her most recent album Utopian Fantasy (Nettwerk) is a collection of love songs inspired by mythology; notably, they’re defined by an expanded instrumental palate, shimmering synths and dance-oriented beats. Thankfully, the new songs radiated. The bopping “Angel” directly followed and contrasted the drippy “Cusco” and “As I Walk Into the Sea”. And “Dreamboat Soulmate” was a true standout; while the studio version emphasizes choral harmonies and a trip hop beat, live, the full band added the distorted guitars that permeated the performances of songs from Buckley’s back catalog. It was the most fully formed song of the set, Buckley and company at their most captivating.

[utilitycaster]

as many as you want from 3, 7, 17, 27, and 35!

3. Zhudanna. Like, she's perfectly nice but people have built up some mythology and importance for her that I truly don't understand.

7. I've mentioned this before but either the C1 in which Keyleth fails her save against the orb, gets sucked into the Shadowfell and dies, and then VM fights undead Keyleth in the final battle; or the C1 in which Vex is resurrected without Vax pledging himself to the Raven Queen and he becomes a paladin of Sarenrae. I think neither would be as good as the story we got but both would be genuinely worth watching.

17 and 35 - answered.

27. Secret of Life by Lord Huron does remain one of my eternal Fjord songs though it's more apt for early Fjord (I first heard it early in C2, hence the connection). Also, slightly cheating but even before I was aware of the playlist (in which Laura picked Silver Lining as a song for Vex), I associated First Aid Kit heavily with Vex, and so My Wild Sweet Love is a Percy/Vex song for me. Also while I'm answering with too many songs, Rain in Soho by the Mountain Goats is an early campaign Mighty Nein song.

[i-fondued]

Listen I had this whole big long list of songs for the playlist I was gonna send and then tumblr CRASHED ON ME, so I can’t be arsed to copy and paste the links today, so you’re going to have to utilize the Spotify searchbar 😅. Sorry if some of these are alr in there; I haven’t seen the full playlist bc I don’t have Spotify premium and apparently they feel that seeing what songs are in a public playlist that wasn’t made by you is a premium feature 🙄.

The Cult of Dionysus by the Orion Sound. Fits bc of the whole polyamory thing.

Black Magic by Little Mix. Thought of this as soon as Sister summoned that ghoul lmao!

Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge. Not much to say about this; it’s about rough sex, which dom!Copia seems to be into.

Pomegranate Seeds by Julian Moon. I mean come on, it’s about Persephone and Hades! And has allusions to the devil! I’m also a mythology nerd, so it gets bonus points for referring to Persephone by her lesser-known name Kore.

Love Like Ghosts by Lord Huron. Absolutely fits. It just does.

Meet me in the woods by Lord Huron. Best when listened to AFTER love like ghosts bc they echo each other; this one takes place AFTER that one. The premise is that he found his lover, and then he found something dark that changed him and maybe gave him dark powers, which obviously sounds a lot like sister!

Wine Red by The Hush Sound. Absolutely devastating if listened to in the context of the Sad Ending where terzo dies.

Passerine by The Oh Hellos. Allusions to mythology are my weakness. Another one that’s devastating if you apply it to a sad ending, especially the line “See my birds of a feather more and more are looking like centurions than any little messiah. And as I prune my feathers like leaves from a vine, I find that we are fewer and fewer in kind. My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline from throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream.”

okay so I've now started a new playlist that is just for Sinners in Secret that aren't just sexy song lol because these are all SO GOOD

[uboacore]

About me!

☆ (Basic info, interests, things I do, tags) ☆

Name: Tobi, Uboa or Uboacore is also good!

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them

Age: 21

Where: UK

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Main interests:

…and I also really like cryptids, folklore and mythology (particularly norse mythology)!

(There are more things that I like, these are just some of the top things. This may also become out of date.)

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Things I do:

• Draw! And animate!

• Some 3D modelling (and subsequent animations)!

• Write! (Mainly for Over the Garden Wall atm)

• Cosplay!

• Make some music? I guess?

• Stream games on Twitch (very occasionally atm, though I’m hoping to do it more often soon)

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Tags:

#art for any of my own art

#fanart for my fanart specifically

#photos for photos I take in general

#cosplay for cosplay photos

#fics for anything related to any of my fics

#old black train fic for anything related to my otgw fic “Old Black Train”

#it's nice here fic for anything related to my otgw fic “It’s Nice Here”

#uboacore for anything related to my oc/sona/pngtuber character

#masada doll for pictures of my customised doll of Masada from Yume Nikki

#uboa plush for pictures of my handmade plush of Uboa from Yume Nikki

I also try to tag things I reblog as their appropriate fandom(s), so checking out those tags you can see all the related stuff! (Ex: #yume nikki #over the garden wall #lord huron #night in the woods)

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Thanks for reading!

You can also check out my Carrd (linked in profile description) for some info and links to other sites I’m on, like my Youtube, Twitch etc

[glenrocklibraryteens]

Book review: Song Of Achilles

Song Of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Page Number: 416

Genre: Historical Fiction, Mythology , Romance, LGBTQ

Rating: 4 and half stars

Deyvannie Gastulo

This book follows the events of the Trojan war through the eyes of the child named Patroclus. He is exiled from his home to Phthia, where he is soon to meet his future lover the strong and charming Achilles. How long can they hide their love for each other and how long would it last?

Now you can't sit here and say you haven't heard anything but good things about this book. It is amazing, very well written. Though at times I didn't completely understand some words, it was still excellent. Miller describes Patroclus and Achillies love for each other remarkably. This book definitely has some outstanding quotes about their love. One of the most popular ones being “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world. And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”( Madeline Miller, Song Of Achilles). As heard from other resources, Achilles was the kindest ever. He was seen to be rude and cocky, but he isn't described like that in this book. He is seen as sweet and loveable because it is through the eye of Patroclus. Through the eye of a person who loved him more than anything. Very good example is that love is blind. Throughout the book there are some little details that he was very cocky to the world but never to him. I love that detail. If you love romances with absolutely beautiful writing definitely check out this one.

PLAYLIST:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3doWIs7JmzfGPbedvueKuG?si=3d63d43637784fed

Achilles Come Down By Gang Of The Youth- this song is about Achilles as so this book

The Night We Meet By Lord Huron- This song perfectly describes how Achilles felt when he saw Patroclus dead

Mystery Of Love By Sufijan Stevens- just something about this song reminds me of them falling in love

Kids By Current Joy- very much resembles both Patroclus and Achilles as kids