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robster2016 · 7 months ago
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Extraterrestrial Eden at Eventide
As the esteemed head of Galerie Lumière Céleste, nestled in the heart of Paris’s vibrant Le Marais district, it is with great pleasure that I, Étienne Lefèvre, offer my insights into the captivating oeuvre titled “Extraterrestrial Eden at Eventide,” an extraordinary otherworldly landscape painting. My tenure in the Parisian art world has been marked by an insatiable quest for works that defy the…
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warismenstrualenvy · 9 months ago
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A dead body touched with the Odour of Sanctity can’t just smell ok. It has to possess the mysterious presence of a supernaturally pleasant odour. The scents can be brief or persistent, attached to the body, grave, water the body was bathed in, or objects the person touched.  In the case of St. Padre Pio, his spectral scent of roses and pipe tobacco visited people after his death and was considered a sign of his saintly intercession. All Odours of Sanctities are described as sweet, with notes of honey, butter, roses, violets, frankincense, myrrh, pipe tobacco, jasmine, and lilies being the most frequently reported accompaniments. The scent is also always culturally specific and deeply intertwined with symbolism. (...) One of the most popular of the fragrant saints, St. Therese of Lisieux smelt of lilies, violets and roses upon her deathbed. Her most often attributed quotes is, “The splendour of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent…If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness”. It also should be noted that during Therese’s lifetime violet absolute was synthesized, making a material that was once the most expensive fragrance component in the world, affordable for all and the de rigueur fragrance of respectable women. To the Victorian palette, violets represented chastity, modesty, and feminine virtue. Lilies and roses also have a long association with Jesus and Mary. Therese’s Odour of Sanctity creates an olfactive tableau of Therese, the respectable modest female, alongside the Virgin Mary and Jesus.  Before 1875 however, the scent of violets would not have been readily identifiable to the general population, and no Odour of Sanctity is associated with violets in any primary sources before that time. There is also an active association between Osmogenesia and Stigmata, with the floral odour emanated from the wounds. Stigmatic Osmogenesia in every case is reported as the smell of roses, which again is deeply symbolic with the wounds of Christ. While there is no way of knowing just how many people the Odour of Sanctity was associated with, in the Late Medieval and Early Modern periods ascetic mystics make up a large population of those afflicted with this post-mortem perfume. In particularly female mystics that lived cloistered lives. These women’s bodies suffered through harsh asceticism and self-inflicted mortification. Yet through the isolation, hardship, poverty, and virginity, these mystics sought to control their bodies and transform them into sacred vessels. It, therefore, makes sense from their perspective that, if successful, the discarded vessels of these perfected souls should already be touched by a whiff of Paradise. The association of the Odour of Sanctity with cloistered women parallels the profane eroticism of the earthly woman with the chaste eroticism of the sacred woman; while the worldly woman’s corpse corrupts by its nature and stinks, so the heavenly woman’s body remains pure and fragrant. However, the conversation is still about a woman’s body.
Nuri McBride, The Odour of Sanctity: When the Dead Smell Divine
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fairy-verse · 3 months ago
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I'm curious since nightmare and night light are the same person why does the shape of their wing different, nightmare wing looks more like summer fairy
Looks can be deceiving, and there’s no greater example of this than when it comes to the fairies of Autumn. Mystical fairies, the big folk call them, for while winter fairies remind them of moths, and the spring fairies remind them of dragonflies, the autumn fairies remind them of nothing else than that which is strange and mystical; magical. They have peculiar wings, oddly shaped, but the more they appear to remind you of another type of fairy, the more dangerous they are. Luckily, autumn fairies are peaceful and reserved, preferring to stay in their underground domain during the day, and only emerge to the light of the night when the big folk have gone to sleep.
They are graceful and they spend most of their time outside dancing. Their twinkling lights can be seen shimmering above the surface of the crystal lake, but should any of the big folk approach, then they will scatter and disappear.
In what way are they dangerous? Well, who is to know, because there’s never been anyone to speak of it. None that has survived, that is. You see, the autumn Queen is the most deceiving of all her kin, because her beauty will lure you in, and that is how she’ll get you.
Be you kind or cruel, it matters not to the autumn Queen, because if you invade her domain then you must be dealt with. After all, there is a story that tells of how she was once gentle and sweet, the purest and loveliest of all the firstborns, but that it was tainted and corrupted once that same loveliness led her into danger. Now, although changed, that same beauty can still make others approach, but now she’s not so defenceless. She wishes to be left alone, for her and her fairies to not be disturbed, and should you tread on forbidden land then your intentions matter not.
You didn’t heed her warnings nor her wishes, and so, she will ensnare you with her beauty.
With a flash, you’ll see wings that express such wonder and light that you won’t be able to look away. They almost remind you of a butterfly’s wing, but these are greater and more wonderful to behold, and the Queen’s smile is so tender and loving.
You can’t help but approach.
And that is when those same wings change before your eyes into something terrible, something that is black and glistening, almost rubbery to the eye. But they are sharp, and they easily pierce your flesh, and the sight of the autumn Queen is terrible to behold, for now, her smile is sharp, all jagged teeth and your eyes turn dark before you see what happens next, and no one ever sees you again.
The autumn fairies are the most deceiving of all the season fairies, and none more than the Queen herself, for hidden deep within her underground nest rests her true heart, her true visage. It’s protected, kept safe from the horrors she faced all those centuries ago, and though they may look different, they are the same. The Autumn Queen has only been forced to deceive the world to protect herself and her kin, and so her light needed to change.
The Autumn Queen will never again become whole, lest the island turns pure and rids itself of all the big folk. Because, for as long as they remain, she must be strong, fierce, and beautiful. She must remain a predator who’ll always be ready to attack those who do not heed her warnings or her wishes because in truth she is always afraid.
Afraid that she’ll experience the horrors of the past again, afraid she’ll lose herself completely and become the monster her victims scream at before they die, afraid she’ll lose all she holds dear and near to her broken soul.
The Queen of Autumn is a peaceful ruler who will never attack innocents who wander about their daily lives outside of her borders, for she is tired, and her only wish is to close her eyes and rest for a century or two, and then hopefully reawaken to a perfect Island where only the fairies reside, but of course, that is just a dream, and she still finds herself in the shadows of a living nightmare.
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woe-begotten-spirit · 7 months ago
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So I know not a lot of people in the world have a strong opinion on who is best to ship Middle Earth’s Sun with but I am obsessed with The Lost Tales era Eonwë/Arien (or Fionwë/Urwendi) and the parallels with Elwing and Eärendil. 
The Arien/Tilion thing of Moon in love with the Sun of course makes sense in a sort of collective unconscious mythology type way but something about a romance between Bird and Celestial Body is just 🔥
In both versions our bird flies through the air seeking lover lost at sea
Manwë sent Fionwë his son, swiftest of all to move about the airs, and bade him say to Urwendi that the bark of the Sun come back awhile to Valinor, for the Gods have counsels for her ear; and Fionwë fled most readily, for he had conceived a great love for that bright maiden long ago, and her loveliness now, when bathed in fire she sate as the radiant mistress of the Sun, set him aflame with the eagerness of the Gods. (LT I, VIII)
Indeed for a while mishap fell even upon bright Urwendi, that she wandered the dark grots and endless passages of Ulmo’s realm until Fionwë found her and brought her back to Valinor (LT I, IX)
For Ulmo bore up Elwing out of the waves, and he gave her the likeness of a great white bird, and upon her breast there shone as a star the Silmaril, as she flew over the water to seek Eärendil her beloved. (Silm, ch 24)
who sails in a hallowed ship through the Door of the Night. 
Ulmo draws the galleon of the Sun before the Door of Night. Then speaks Urwendi the mystic word, and they open outward before her, and a gust of darkness sweeps in but perishes before her blazing light; and the galleon of the Sun goes out into the limitless dark, and coming behind the world finds the East again. (LT I, IX)
But they took Vingilot, and hallowed it, and bore it away through Valinor to the uttermost rim of the world; and there it passed through the Door of Night and was lifted up even into the oceans of heaven. (Silm, ch 24)
And then our birds Eonwë and Elwing end up being the ones to deliver the Silmarils to their fated places (from Elwing to Eärendil to Air, from Eonwë to Maedhros and Maglor to Fire and Water)
And thus it came to pass that the Silmarils found their long homes: one in the airs of heaven, and one in the fires of the heart of the world, and one in the deep waters. (Silm, ch 24)
There are several more similarities like the early idea that both Eärendil and Arien encountered mermaids while they were at sea (LT I, commentary on The Tale of Qorinómi and LT II, V) and Tilion originally chasing Eärendil instead of Arien (LT II, V)
And also I just think Eonwë should be allowed to do the apocalypse as revenge for his girlfriend because come on:
For ’tis said that ere the Great End come Melko shall in some wise contrive a quarrel between Moon and Sun, and Ilinsor shall seek to follow Urwendi through the Gates, and when they are gone the Gates of both East and West will be destroyed, and Urwendi and Ilinsor shall be lost. So shall it be that Fionwë Úrion, son of Manwë, of love for Urwendi shall in the end be Melko’s bane, and shall destroy the world to destroy his foe, and so shall all things then be rolled away.’ (LT I, IX)
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cc-genshin · 1 year ago
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Traveling with Wriothesley: Day 7
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"That's a breathtaking view," Wriothesley commented, feasting his eyes upon the lovely pink trees amidst the desert.
The Traveler smiles proudly, "Right? It used to be a lifeless wasteland though." They revealed, looking back to one of their previous adventures.
Wriothesley looks at them, his eyes laced with curiosity. "Oh, really? How so?" He inquires, eager to find out the Traveler's story.
"Well, those trees that you see? They used to be crystallized back then," The Traveler points at a distance. "So it was all dark and grey... plus, there was an ominous purple portal on the ground."
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[How it used to look in the past...]
"But after helping out Sorush and the other Pari, we restored this place back to what you see right now." The Traveler continued their story, recounting their experience with a warm feeling in their heart.
Wriothesley looks at the Traveler, seemingly in awe, "Wow. You're a hero indeed." He praises his companion for their hard work. "Everywhere you go, you leave behind something wonderful."
The Traveler blushes and looks away, "Thank you, I just did... what I had to. And what I thought was the right thing at the moment." With a soft voice, they replied.
The Duke chuckles, admiring the Traveler, "But I hope you're not planning to leave me behind too someday." He jokingly says.
Quickly, the Traveler looks at him with a frown. "I would never do such thing!" They protested and pouted.
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"Oh look, there's a Pari over there." Changing the topic, Wriothesley pointed out as he noticed Jarjar, one of the Pari in the area.
"Ah, that's Jarjar." The Traveler walks up to the Pari, leading the way for Wriothesley. "Hello, friend. It's been a while." With a smile, they greeted the Avian creature.
"Oh, it's you Traveler. Do you want to play games with me again?" Jarjar, the Pari asked. "Wait, who...?" The Pari takes notice of Wriothesley, looking at the Traveler with questioning eyes.
"This is Wriothesley, my traveling partner." The Traveler introduces with a joyful tone.
"Hello there." Wriothesley waves at the Pari, keeping his cool composure.
"Partners! How wonderful. Jarjar can prepare a game for you two to enjoy." The Pari excitedly flew around.
Wriothesley looks at their partner, wondering what kind of game the Pari is talking about.
"Jarjar likes to play race games. It was fun to complete his challenges." The Traveler giggles while sharing their experience with the Duke.
"Racing, huh? Well, I'll be looking forward to that." Wriothesley crosses his arms and nods with a smirk.
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"Come to think of it, Jarjar kinda looks like you." Wriothesley said while they watched the Pari fly away.
"Eh?" The Traveler blinks, they didn't expect such comment from the Duke.
"Well, your hair is light like their body. Plus, you have the same eye color." Wriothesley stares at their partner while explaining his idea. "Only yours look lovelier to me, of course." He smiles as he compliments the Traveler.
As their heart skipped a beat, the Traveler couldn't help but look away once more. "Geez, that was unexpected." Wriothesley laughs, he knew he would get this type of answer. "I adore your eyes as much as you adore mine, hmph!" Playfully, the Traveler complimented him in return.
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"What's this glowing piece of wood?" Wriothesley asked as they continued walking around the Gavireh Lajavard.
"That's a Fravashi tree. Spirits of old Pari used to lay here." The Traveler explains the mystical aura around the place. "I've put them all to rest so they can go in peace."
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Wriothesley feels a sense of peace as the Traveler tells him the story behind the tree. "That sounds like a good ending."
As they continue walking around...
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"You're telling me... we'll jump down into this thing?" Wriothesley asked, looking down at the glowing entrance.
The Traveler nods. "Are you scared?" They jokingly asked.
"Absolutely..." Wriothesley slowly moves his hand towards the Traveler. "...not!" Without warning, he grabs them and jumps towards the hole.
Together, they both fell into the glowing entrance. And before they knew it, a bright light blinded them for a moment.
The next thing they know, they've been transported to a whole new place.
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"Where are we?" Wriothesley asked while looking around.
"We're at the Gaokerena. This giant lotus flower... is where the last Dendro archon kept Egeria's consciousness." The Traveler tells Wriothesley yet another story about the world's history.
Slowly, the Traveler walks away, creating distance between them and the Duke.
"This is where the divine bird, Simurgh, drank Egeria's fluids - causing the creation of the Pari race." The Traveler glances back at Wriothesley and reaches their hand out.
Wriothesley takes a moment before stepping forward. He was admiring the Traveler's beauty from a distance.
"Egeria sure had a lot of ties with this place in Sumeru." Wriothesley replies, finally moving forward.
The Traveler nods in agreement. "Yeah," They smiled as the Duke stood next to them. "Beautiful place though, right?"
Wriothesley smiles back, "Indeed."
(NOTE: If you notice any inconsistencies in the lore, please feel free to correct me. I don't remember everything in order and I rely on the Genshin Wiki to refresh my memory.)
CHAPTER LIST|| Tap here to view the list of chapters & FAQ ||
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EXTRA: Eremite Wriothesley (my fanart!)
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gatabella · 1 year ago
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Greta Garbo, c.1927
"When the door opened, I beheld this radiant creature. Even without the camera’s magical lens to enhance her looks, an aura of mystical loveliness enveloped her. To this day I blush to recall her first words to me: “Oh, you are quite beautiful, Mr. Guilaroff.” This was an era when such a word was never applied to men. A man might be handsome or elegant or good-looking, but never beautiful. Her words took me by surprise. As I felt my face flushing, I stammered a reply. “Me? Beautiful? I think you are very beautiful.” “How charming,” she said, and I took another look at her, equally astonished by her naturalness and the directness of her manner. I bent to kiss her cheek, the way one leans over to smell a rose, to catch its perfume. Accepting my kiss, she said, “Please come in. I need your help.” I was terribly taken with her extraordinary beauty: She was so different from anyone I had ever met. She looked sad even when she smiled, and this only added to the aura of mystery that surrounded her. I can think of only one way to express this most striking phenomenon: She looked as if she was sadly happy. When I said something amusing, her eyebrows knit together and she smiled, all the while looking infinitely vulnerable. It was her most touching quality."
-Sydney Guilaroff, Crowning glory: reflections of Hollywood's favorite confidant
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johnnyyumaisarebel · 1 month ago
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my love
beyond description
your multilayered majesty
moving as a mystic maiden
the enormity of my adoration
more than i could say
in words or in my part of speech
when you penetrate my senses
marvel your endemic traits
selfless both in thoughts and actions
you sincere in self effacing
lovelier than any rose
your bearing almost supernatural
your eyes betray your wilder side
but in a most romantic way
a lady of a time in place
more delicate and pure
and how you pour your loving cup
free from any expectations
simply gifted from your center
you hold me in unearned esteem
celebrate my small successes
patiently and lovingly
wait for serendipity
life is brilliant in your aura
luxuriating in your grace
even now the word eludes me
a simple thing to tell you why
i come to you in gratitude
for the colors of your being
the one i needed
my love
my love
my love
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bourniebna · 6 months ago
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[Commentary | Fanfiction]
Smitten with the Glimpse of You
Synopsis: Wally West being the self-identity (and spirit animal) of every NTT Raven admirer. "Moral" of the Story: To all the straight girlies out there, find yourself a man who would look at you bundled in a blanket the way Wally looks at Raven here.
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✵~✵
“How come we were not recruited for the team?!? How come I wasn’t recruited?”
Roy Harper - or rather Speedy - exclaimed accusingly at Robin, the leader of the New Teen Titans. His displeasure was backed up by Garth, Lilith, and even Mal Duncan, who were all having their hands on their hips and a betrayed look, like the kids who were left out of the coolest party in town while their supposed besties were invited and didn’t even bother to tell them about it.
“Sorry, kids, but it wasn’t my call, actually,” Robin shrugged in defeat, not having the answer himself.
And it was true that the reform of Teen Titans had not been initiated by Robin or Wonder Girl, and especially not by him - Kid Flash. It was unexpectedly the deed of an otherworldly girl named Raven, who was a half-demoness desperately trying to stop her own demon father Trigon the Terrible in his wrathful path; who all by herself sought out and brought together the members in a strategic order; who even thought as far ahead as arranging the construction of their base with Silas Stone as soon as the team was formed.
Who purposely sowed the seed of infatuation in the lost heart of Wally West.
Subconsciously, he clenched his hands. Zatanna’s words still rang in his head like the blasted alarm clock he had woken up to yesterday morning. After such revelation, Wally had thought that he had been done with her for good. Yet, in the end, he still couldn’t outrun his lingering adoration for her.
How could he anyway, to a girl whose inner strength was so great? To whom Wallace West was the last hope?
Wally allowed himself to steal a glance at the possessor of his mind, engulfed completely by her majestic royal blue cloak. The only signs of her being the one under all those layers of fabric were her delicate fingers peeking out to hold the god-knows-what book that Gar just bought and her all the more delicate, cold shoulders that he had grown so familiar with.
Those fingers whose touch heals, both the body and the mind.
Those shoulders whose loveliness could only be overshadowed by the subtly hopeful gleam in her grey eyes whenever they looked his way.
Wally was more observant than he let on. And right now, he wished that he could also see her face, basking in the calmness of her defined features and tracing the depth of her distant, melancholy sight. She was always so shy, so humble; always shielding herself from the world in the comfort of her robe.
Oh, but he knew her.
He had held her slim figure so many times when she was in danger. He had felt her soft curves against him whenever she needed some consolation. For Heaven’s sake, he knew her face - one as sweet as the mystical moonlight. Not even the thickest of cloaks could bury away the grace in her stance.
Why couldn’t she realise that she was so adorable?
And a smile found its way to the lips of the smitten speedster.
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Author's Note: Me too, Wally. Me too.
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eatmangoesnekkid · 1 year ago
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I have zero stress in my life, with exception that sometimes I do too much to pump up my skinny arms at the gym. This is not hubris or fantasy. I have a lover who honors that I only do what I love, not one day a week, but all days. But this is not about my lover because true love never begins or ends with a lover. This is about my devotion to love.  I feel that  we get too caught up in the acquisition of love, being chosen by someone and looking for what we can get in return, rather than doing the work to simply embody love as principle, evolving into the kind of person who is actually capable of loving another human soul well, first beginning with ourselves (our cells). Love also includes how we love animals and nature. It's all divine energy accumulating in our cells. I studied love. I studied love as a creative outlet. I studied strangers and couples of all sexualities and ethnicities whom energies resonated as loving. I would study their interactions and banter and fall in love with what I saw. I read simple books on love like Thich Nnat Hahn's "Teachings on Love" over and over again at least 30 times. I listened to songs that only felt like love. I discovered ways to unlock the tension around my heart/breasts and pelvis so that my body could release the archaic contractions and open up wide. I would bathe like love. As a result, it was only a natural next step that I would became a passionate lover. A passionate lover instinctively attracts more truthful love. When we have love, we have creative energy in our lives that we can utilize to help us to create heaven on earth. With more love energy embodied, life will start to feel really good for no reason at all. My way of loving and being in union was re-calibrated from the violent template I saw modeled in my home and community after a terrible breakup, breakdown, and breakthrough into one where loving is habit and self-love is principle. I am consistently spoiled with beautiful things, awakened to the presence of beauty in everyday life most days. I am encouraged to care for myself and do nothing at all, anytime, any day, at any hour. My body is nourished and easily orgasmic to the breeze of a gentle inhale.  It is no longer through the spirit of struggle, lack, tension, hustle, and deadlines, but from living the intimate, sensuous, tantric, magnetic arts that I birth a series of bestseller books that will burst hearts into mystical, sensuous, transformative, dewy pieces. I started to visualize a slow regenerative way of life 15 years ago, one that would include travels, naps, and time and space to cook homemade food without rushing, a real life where I adored being offline with ease far more than online. I would talk to nature and ask for guidance and just allow my body to hold a little more of the vision every day as if I was pregnant. I was! I also asked the holy spirit of love to utilize me; to utilize my mind and heightened intuition; to utilize this pelvis, hips, feet, cylindrical breasts, and heart and enhance my flow of energy; to utilize my tongue and warm mouth to sing beauty and write from loveliness; and even these hair follicles to amplify expanded possibilities for us all. Our mission is only valid when it includes evolving and expanding the light, universe energy, and possibilities within other people.  I stopped needing to possess this body; I know I cannot be contained by it. I can only serve as a conduit and create some deliciousness from its amplified attributes (as a result) of being utilized by Source energy. Most days my body is more a conduit of divine energy than something that I need to claim full ownership over.  We become conduits. This is how God uses us and how we help one another evolve and heal. Even our open-hearted nude bodies can be greatly healing for others. Life loves to fan the flames of our sweltering visions, warmest beliefs, swollen perceptions, and deepest desire frequencies. When you begin to own your mind and what's living in it, you shake loose your potencies. Your potencies are your divine energy. When you access the divine energy of love, your body gets softer. You now feel like love. The pitch/tone of your voice shifts; you now speak like love. You gait ascends; You now walk like love. Your scent evolves; you now smell like love. Your taste buds elevate; you now eat like love. Your relationship to your body, spine, and breathing transforms; you now fuck like love. You are love. Love has always been a noun, you see.
India Ame’ye, Author, Pictured
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tmntxthings · 2 years ago
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The Villainess, AKA: Cherrypie
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author’s note: this wonderful fic idea was a collaboration effort including myself and @marwhoa (go check them out, lovely page even lovelier person) 20 min rounds of writing back and forth and boom!! I couldn’t be happier with the outcome and I hope you guys enjoy~~
warnings: rise!raph x villain!reader , established relationship , fluff , angst , cliffhanger
prequel one → 〔 you’re here 〕
There was a friendly hum in the air as Raph stood in the mirror and tried on outfits for his special day! Upon his suit’s collar was a chained pin. A ruby gem shimmered on the left side, twinkling with a mystic charm. Emerald green hues gazed back at Raph, soaking up the humanoid figure he had once more with a nervous—but excited!— exhale. Today would be one more of the many dates he went on with a special girl he met topside, and hopefully he could make it the most memorable date yet! After all, this gentleman might have had a nice little itinerary tucked away in his suit’s pocket.
Today’s plan was to meet up right outside of a ball that his dearest friend, April’s college was hosting! April and Y/n would be there, and Raph was Y/n’s choice as her plus-one. Thoughts of dancing across the floor with Y/n’s smaller hand in his, her dazzling smile flashing brightly as he whirled them to and fro! Gosh, just imagining it now had his feet thumping rhythmically upon the floor. Alright, one last tug of your cute tie and you’re ready to go out! His back turned to the mirror, eyes fixating on the doorway. Don’t worry, big dog, you’ve got this.
。・゜・( pov change: y/n )・゜・。
Elsewhere, a dolled-up Y/n paced across the linoleum with her heels clicking intimidatingly.
“They really think I was joking? Do they? Am I a joke to them?” Some particular floor plans and interventions had not gone too well—it was as if nobody truly wanted to escape the Hidden City and go topside! Had so much time passed that everyone was complacent with being moles, deep under ground, without a single sight of the moon big in the sky at night? Had they all become completely okay with never seeing the sun again? Y/n took—no, snatched!— a towel from its position on the wall and grit her teeth while trying to rub clean the irritation vivid upon her features. Her eyes glared at the reflection in the mirror, but just for a second as they then trailed down to the form-fitting ruby dress that draped her body. It was much too flattering, causing a blush to dust Y/n’s features and her nervous habit of spinning the wooden ring upon her ring finger—the signature ring banded with an arcanic red crystal that was poured into it.—to kick in. There was a heavy inhale as the thought of today's date resurfaced. She was going to be seeing him again today, her dearest Raph.
“Oh, please like my dress…” Y/n whispered, turning and posing to check all the angles. It was deserving of a gentle silence, the dress. As you soaked in the you in the mirror, so many thoughts whisked past. That’s me? I’m so beautiful. Will he be just as impressed? I could stare at myself forever.
There was a shy warmth whirling in your chest, so much so that the previous thoughts in your mind had been subsided. The operation had been all but forgotten from your mind, cleared by the thoughts of how tonight would go. You were in love with how you looked right now. Not a doubt in your mind, you were truly gorgeous for tonight’s date to the ball. Had your past self said, “Hey, you’ll be attending the ball with the kindest man ever,“ then surely you would have called her a liar, but here you were.
Y/n, otherwise infamously known as Cherrypie to both witches and humans alike for her fiery villainous deeds, dressed in a shimmery red dress with a split up the thighs, accentuating all the best parts. For a second, you felt less like a villain in disguise and more like a regular girl ready for her date. But…
Would anyone blame you if that’s what you truly wanted? Y/n bit her lip, trying to imagine for a second that she was exactly that—just a regular girl getting ready for her regular date. There was a bittersweet smile that subsided just as a ding came from her phone—Raphael!
。・゜・( pov change: raph )・゜・。
Raph had entered the building, slipping his phone back into his pants pocket. He was taking in the crowd that was before him as he took tentative steps forward. He blew out a breath, eyes scanning for the most beautiful girl in the world. He had messaged you to let you know he arrived, but sadly his searching was to no avail. He did spot April though!
He made a beeline for the only other person he knew there. Raph couldn’t lie, he was definitely nervous. He’d never been to a fancy ball before, the only other time he had dressed up in black tie attire was for the magic show that Leo had begged them all to attend. His brothers weren’t here this time, but his nerves subsided as April turned recognizing Raph’s green eyes.
“Look at you!! I’m so happy you could make it!” April was all smiles, giving Raph a crushing hug. “You haven’t seen Y/n yet have you?” Her eyebrows waggled with a promising look and Raph shook his head, looking around as if you would suddenly appear since your name had been said. No luck! “Do you know where she is?” Raph asked, a small smile forming on his face as he looked back down to April. “I don’t but you’re in for a treat, she’s wearing your favorite color,” April winked and Raph’s imagination went wild.
You were wearing red? He felt his cheeks flush, head whipping back and forth now honing in on all the different dresses that showcased hues of his favorite color. He was disappointed, huffing slightly at the fact that he still hadn’t spotted you. April couldn’t help but laugh at him. April loved how smitten Raph was, and April knew you felt the same way. She was so happy for the two of you. It warmed her heart to see Raph so happy, he deserved it. So she decided to help out, looking around the crowd wondering where you had wandered off to.
Maybe it was just pure luck, but it only took a few seconds, and April tapped on Raph’s arm. He immediately looked down to see April pointing to her left. His eyes followed, and he sucked in his breath. It was as if the crowd parted and he could see you, walking towards him. Stealing his breath away. You were drop dead gorgeous. Hair swishing back and forth in slow motion as if the world revolved around you. “Breathe Raph,” April teased, elbowing him in the side. His cheeks burned as he took in deep breaths.
。・゜・( pov change: both )・゜・。
Y/n held her phone in her hand, checking it over and over again while waiting for Raph to arrive. She had seen April already and received the most dramatic positive response for her attire EVER. All the whistles and shouts as her friend took photos from every angle had left you fidgeting embarrassedly. She hadn’t seen Raph yet either, so you settled for roaming the floor in hopes that fate would bring you both together!
And, as luck would have it, you both did encounter each other after only a few minutes of search. The sensation of a burning gaze on you had your attention. Turning on your heel quickly, your eyes locked with the warmest emerald pools ever, of which were currently taking in your silhouette in its entirety. In your chest, your heart was performing somersaults and leaving you out of breath. Why, he did dress up nicely. The suit just seemed so right on him!
From your pocket (after all, what witch-villain wears a pocketless dress?), you pull a small square matching your dress and tick-tack-tick’d on up to your love. “Raphie, you made it—eek!”Once Y/n was close enough, Raph wasted no time in scooping her up and giving an affectionate twirl.
“I gotta be dreaming, there’s no way the world’s prettiest Angel is smiling at me right now.” He gave a toothy grin, his signature snaggletooth pressing upon his bottom lip in that captivating way it always did. You melted as his hand brushed strands of hair from your face carefully. He leaned in, planting a satisfying kiss upon your forehead before pulling back to see what the handkerchief you held was for.
“This, this is to show we’re a pair!” Y/n cooed as her hands pushed it into his suit’s chest-pocket, smoothing it out neatly. Her hand patted it, lingering on his broad chest for some seconds until his bashful throat-clearing had stirred her out of the trance.
“Um, right, I hope you don’t mind that I planned out the night for us. Af-After being together so long , I was… I…” His train of thought seemed to leave without him as his gaze fixated on your dress. You could’ve sworn tears welled up in his eyes as his hands reached to rest on your hips, rubbing slow circles against the fabric. One of his hands lifted to take your hand, lacing together your fingers. He had noticed that even dressed as you were—fancy for a ball—there was still that special wooden ring sitting snug upon your dominant hand’s ring finger. It’s red band glimmered in the light just as your dress did, causing his gaze to just soften with all the love in the world. “Sorry, red just looks… breathtaking on you, Y/n.”
As the lights were dimming and music was beginning to play, Raph’s attention was brought to the couples forming on the floor’s center. His hold on your hips tightened snuggly as his eyes returned to yours.
“Raph…?” You breathed out, captivated in his burning gaze.
“Can I have this dance?” His hand rose, its open palm extended as a comfortable place for your smaller hand. Not wanting to miss a single second with him, you were eager to oblige. Your hand slid into his as you both joined the floor with almost literal hearts bobbing within your irises, pure love as the two of you swam through the sea of dancers, rocking with the flow almost as if it were second nature.
Y/n wasn’t some villain from the Hidden City and Raph wasn’t some mutant ninja from the sewers. For now, the two of you were the most ordinary couple swaying across the ballroom door with sweeping steps that almost traced hearts with each pat of a toe-tip. A shared welling-up in each other's chests, identical breath-holding, and just the same amount of tears glowing your eyes. Raph and Y/n were in perfect harmony, almost the stars of the dance so far as others would catch sight of your mesmerizing dance.
It would have continued being the most romantic song ever played by two bodies, had the record not been scratched by a distant explosion. Easily overlooked, if not for the second that followed. Then a third, fourth—hell, even a fifth. All inching closer and closer. In that moment, both your hearts plummeted in your chests, but for different reasons. Raph, fearing what those sounds meant for your safety, and you, fearing for having even dared try to pretend you were anyone other than Cherrypie, the villain to bring this city to its knees. Tonight’s attack had completely slipped your mind.
The last explosion rumbled the entire building and Raph’s hold on your hips moved to encase your whole body. Pulling you right to his chest, ready for if the entire room collapsed, he’d protect you. This was bad, Raph thought, he didn’t know what the hell was going on, but he needed to get you to safety and then he could figure out the rest. He was a hero after all.
“Y/n” the reverie of the dance and music was broken. Screaming started to sound around them as bodies were rushing this way and that, to get out of the building. Running towards the various exit signs in the room. “I need you to run and get to safety, find April and stick together.” His tone was serious and authoritative, his arms holding you at arms length to look into your eyes before squeezing your arms and letting go.
“Raphael! Where do you think you're going?!” Your hand shot out as soon as he turned to leave. In your mind, he was just a human. The safest place for him would be at your side, even if you were the villain of this story. Even though the surrounding explosions were your doing, you didn’t want Raph to get hurt.
“I’ve gotta go help baby! What if someone was caught in those explosions? I’m sure they are scared, no need to worry about me,” He gave you a rugged smile, sounding confident. So when your hand slipped away from his arm, watching as he ran to the front doors, leaving the ballroom, heading for the chaos that was ensuing outside, you knew you had to get back to business. After a few moments of cornering your resolve you booked it to the back doors. Pushing them open and immediately found yourself swarmed by the scent of smoke.
“Ready or not New York, here comes Cherrypie.” You mumbled a spell under your breath, your dazzling dress disappearing. As your dress vanished, it was replaced with a maroon wide brim hat, polished off with a green ribbon with long tails that would whisk through the hair behind you. Your clothes became green bell-bottom pants, flaring out to frame smooth red Mary Jane’s that made a familiarly intimidating click-clack with each step. Red magic crackled at your eyes as they embraced a deeper green hue. A sinister smirk found its rightful place upon your lips as the magic placed a finishing touch of a red blouse with a deep v-neck and flounce sleeves.
The wind danced through you, Cherrypie, swaying your clothes in an all-too perfect way. The crackling red magic enveloped your body, snapping to make your stature disappear and reappear at the scene of the explosion, right upon an elevated surface—just for that extra bit of power imbalanced in your favor. “Now, now, people of New York!” Your voice boomed, amplified by magic as your hat’s brim hid your eyes and only revealed the villainous smile you held.
“You couldn’t have possibly expected I was gone, could you? No, no, never would I have gone without such a flamboyant exit. And say, what would be the best of exits than a series of explosions to leave you all trembling at my feet?”With their spiel, Y/n found themselves working far too hard to feel the strength, the power—the fear-striking twinge. It had been a thought on the back of their head, especially since meeting Raph. A thought of, “ hey, what if we /were/ a normal resident? someone better, not villainous? “
Their smirk faltered at a passing memory, one of their younger self. See, you hadn’t always wanted to be a villain. Once upon a time you dreamt of being the hero of the topside. You dreamt of being someone that the people were so happy to see, someone they cheered for. You dreamt of being the person that struck hope in everyone, not fear.
But, you know what they say about villains. A villain is simply a hero that everyone failed. And the first to fail you was your own mother, ingraining her hatred for the humans and their having sent everyone underground, all into you. You became her conduit for revenge, and had long since accepted that as your fate. You just weren’t meant to be a hero, right? Especially not with the magic you had. You were just a tragic villain, simple as that.
But when you met Raph? Why, he awoke something within. He had made you remember what it felt like to be the reason for someone’s smile, for their happiness. He reminded you how much you longed to be good. For a second, you almost thought… maybe… Could you—
“Swooping in LIKE A BOSS!”
Y/n lifted her head to see a surge of red magic crackling towards them, forming a humanoid—no, turtle-like?— figure. Their fist was focused right towards them. Bracing themselves for the sudden impact, Cherrypie tried to hold her ground against the force but found themselves toppling over, plunging downwards. Thankfully, she was rescued by her magic softening the fall, but still she rolled across the ground.
“What the—?”
You looked up from where you had fallen, dazed and confused by just what hit you—or, WHO, dared to hit you. Standing on thé edge above you was the large frame of what seemed to be a … turtle? Is that a turtle yokai? No, you didn’t recognize their magic signature, it seemed something more… mutated?
“A mutant? But you seem different from the others…” Muttered Y/n under her breath before reflexively rolling out of the way of the second punch coming straight down as the red-banded mutant pursued her once again. It was almost as if this one hadn’t been a human originally—or even mutated recently. Almost like he was… born from it? Born as a mutant?
“Whoa! What’s with you?! We’re on the same team—against the humans!” There was a pang in your chest as that last part slipped your lips, just as a thought crossed your mind, “ but raphael's a human, too. “ For a second, you found your balance to be put off a bit as you narrowly dodged the tonfas lunging towards you.
“Against humans? No, I PROTECT the humans, against villains like you.” Raph jabbed a single tonfa in your direction, pointing accusingly with black eyes glaring daggers at you.
You almost felt like those eyes were familiar, but just on the tip of your tongue. Shaking that away, Y/n flicked her fingers to envelope them in her signature magic. Eating away at her was a quiet little voice in the back of her head, going, “ hey, his magic is kind of like ours. red, fiery—looks and feels destructive.. but, he’s a hero! `` Your eyes looked at your magic simmering, just a second’s look. “ maybe we can still be a hero, don’t you think? “
That voice… Y/n shook their head and let out a frustrated yell before lunging towards the mutant.
For a big fellow he sure was fast. With each swipe you made striking out violently, your magic resembled streaks of red lightning as they crackled around you both. But the mutant dodged each, and thus a dance began. While you tried to maintain the offensive, the turtle would gain enough momentum with each of your misses and parry back with his own weapons.
The fight was destructive too, each missed strike would ricochet off into a nearby building or car—resonating a loud crack of lightning around the two of you. Y/N gritted her teeth, growing tired of the endless dodging,
“You’re good, I’ll give you that, turtle, but you are no match for me.” Your eyes shone brighter as you called forth a powerful surge of your magic. It would take a lot out of you, but you needed to end this fight quickly. The longer it went on, the more favor swept to his side.
“I am sorry it has to end this way,” your tone teasing and condescending. As if your victory was all but assured now. The mutant watched as you powered up, his own stance becoming one of defense, his body turning into red and the red version of himself growing in size. But just at the last second, as if he had suddenly changed his mind, he lunged forward attacking you.
Your eyes widened as his massive figure barreled towards you at a speed that shouldn’t be possible. You yelled, throwing all the power that you had accumulated, though premature. Your magic burst from your hands—sparks, lightning, and flames alike shooting out in madness. You had your target locked in and just as the first met the mutant's skin, he apparated.
“NO!” Y/n screamed as the mutant disappeared from her line of fire. Most of the magic colliding into a university building, demolishing it entirely. You were seething, breathing heavily as the power drain hit you like a truck. It would take time for your magic to recuperate. You had to get out of there, not wanting to retreat but not wanting to get caught in such circumstances!
“You’re not so bad yourself,” A deep voice rumbled from behind you. And you cursed under your breath. Already feeling one of his weapons graze the back of your neck. “Don’t you even think about movin'.” He warned and you rolled your eyes, it would be so easy to get away, if only you had enough magic to do so. Why had you used so much?! Was it the anger? Was it because of your past? Because your head wasn’t in the game?
With your magic starting to dwindle and cave in on itself, your disguise was starting to fall with it. Raph had swept your feet during this, watching you fall and moving to press his leg just enough against you that you were unable to escape. There was a fear bubbling under the surface as you watched your clothes slowly fizzle and fade, gradually revealing the human “you” underneath it.
Raph’s expression contorted into one of an emotion you couldn’t recognize, though a nagging voice clawed its way through your mind, saying it was pity. You had lost, and he must have been all too aware of that! He would finish you off—or worse, throw you to the humans to determine your fate. Here would be where Cherrypie ended, right at the peak of her villainy. It would be here that your mother’s disappointment would fester. Would she even retrieve you or leave you behind, turning to someone else to train into her vessel of revenge?
Those thoughts never met their end, instead vanishing as his leg loosened on you. “Wha-?”
Y/n breathed out in confusion, barely able to raise her voice as Raph’s lips tugged downwards in what might have been a pained frown. He swiped his arm, pointing away. “Get out of here.”
“What?”
“GO!” He roared, enough that it shook you to your core. Away you went, not wasting a chance to return to the Hidden City. Your heels clicked on the ground as tears welled up in your eyes. Were you afraid? Sad? Relieved? Whatever it was, no matter how badly your legs wished you would stop running, no matter how your throat stung, you never stopped running until you got back.
As Y/N ran, her ruby-red dress flowing in the wind, glimmering as the moon’s light illuminated its glittery fabric, Raph watched with heartbroken disbelief. Upon the hand that shakily held out as if to be a puny boundary, protecting the villain from the hero, shaky black eyes rested upon a painstakingly familiar wooden ring around their hand. A suspicion rose in his head, and before it could ever be denied, the villain’s disguise dropped and revealed the worst plot-twist of this hero’s life.
The twisting in his chest, the clawing in his throat, and the stinging in his eyes as tears welled up. He didn’t know how to feel. For the first time in a long time, since Shredder, the Kraang, or Big Mama, Raphael Hamato was left out of breath and without a plan.
An unknown amount of time passed as he stood there, Y/n long since vanishing in the distance. All that was left in the air now was distant cries, shouts, and alarms from cars and buildings alike. That, and a sheet of paper that was stuck under a rock, fluttering violently in the wind. Raph stared at it for a few seconds before wiping his tears and reaching down to pick it up.
Raph & Y/N’s Date!
* Ballroom dancing! (make sure to practice your moves once more. It has to knock her socks off!)
* Walk to Star’s Pointe at the park (there are shooting stars tonight, and we know Y/N would love them.)
* Listen to the Bellman Fairy’s performance (they’re doing an impromptu concert at the same park at midnight! It’s Y/N’s favorite band, I don’t think even she knows it’s happening!)
* Finish the night off with Lou, Mike Tony, Tony's Pizzeria (We always told her we’d take her to my new favorite pizza place. Hopefully she doesn’t question DIGG.)
* Optional: Maybe walk her home and give her a kiss..
The paper ended up crumpled in the red-banded turtle’s hands as he turned on his heel and slid into the shadows, heading home after such a night. Later, he would receive a message from Y/n
NOTIFICATION
You have seven new messages!
♡︎ Y/N L/N 11m ago
Raphie! Are you okay? Did you get home okay? I was so worried about you the entire time.
♡︎ Y/N L/N 10m ago
Raph?
♡︎ Y/N L/N 10m ago
Please tell me you’re okay…
♡︎ Y/N L/N 5m ago
I…
♡︎ Y/N L/N 5m ago
Can I tell you something?
♡︎ Y/N L/N sent now
Never mind that last message.
♡︎ Y/N L/N sent now
Please be safe..
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geodetojoy · 29 days ago
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hihihi my lovely friend!!!! im here to bestow asks from the mystical and mythical… ~random number generator~
29, 21, 31, 9, 10
have fun!! i love youuu [fades away into the ether]
hihihi my even lovelier friend!!!!
gonna answer in numerical order bc. yeah
9. What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?
in a way just. still being here tbh? but if we’re going with non-personal stuff ig that im on the path to being valedictorian lmao-
10. What is a fact about you that no one would believe?
i’ve lied to the police 👍
21. Who knows you the best?
mmm probably my one irl-ish friend (we’ve only talked online since i moved)
29. Favorite song lyrics right now?
ain’t no way im pickin just one sorry
-“WHEN YOU WAKE UP NEXT TO HIIIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIIGHT WITH YOUR HEAD IN YOUR HANDS YOURE NOTHING MORE THAN HIS WIIIFE” (good luck, babe! by chappel roan)
-“i take my whiskey neeeeeaaaat my coffee black and my bed at threeee youre to sweet for meeeee” (too sweet by hozier)
-“im working laaaaate ‘cuz im a singerrrrr” (espresso by sabrina carpenter)
-“where is that large automobile????” (once in a lifetime by talking heads)
-“you are kind, and that’s enough.
you’re a diamond in the rough!
and you are the power, the power in me!!” (the power in me from twisted)
-“the question is then is whether tis nobler in the mind to be well-liked but ineffectual or moral but maligned” (also gonna be my senior quote :P) (twisted title song)
-“one day you’re going to die
and there’s probably nothing after!!!!” (momento mori: the most important thing in the world by will wood)
-“THIS PROGRAM MUST BE RUN BY AN ADMINISTRATOR! YOU DONT HAVE THE PERMISSION SO ILL- SEE YA LATER!!” (donotreadme.wav by charlie slimecicle :DDD)
-“don’t you dare look at me that wayyyy i don’t need reminder of how you don’t feel the same!” (from the start by good kid, but specifically the slimecicle cover version)
31. Describe yourself with three singers.
oooo this one’s funnnn
1. NOAHFINNCE. easily
2. Jack Stauber/ Jack Staubers Micropop
3. Tom Lehrer
4. Hatsune Miku
THIS WAS SO FUNNN TY LY <333
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radical-revolution · 2 years ago
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'Spirituality means waking up.
Most people, even though they don't know it, are asleep. They're born asleep, they live asleep, they marry in their sleep, they breed children in their sleep, they die in their sleep without ever waking up.
They never understand the loveliness and the beauty of this thing that we call human existence.
You know all mystics-Catholic,Christian, non-Christian, no matter what their theology, no matter what their religion--are unanimous on one thing: that all is well, all is well. Though everything is a mess, all is well.
Strange paradox, to be sure. But, tragically, most people never get to see that all is well because they are asleep. They are having a nightmare.'
— Anthony de Mello
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hieromonkcharbel · 4 months ago
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Beauty and Hesychia
"In the dazzling flesh of divinity, you have shown natural beauty to be even more beautiful O blessed Virgin, we bless the One whom you bore."
Of the Athonite Life it is said: "Sacred matter, that which is given to God, is replete with divine grace. The souls of the saints fly and flutter about, luminous and full of light. The relics of the saints perpetually emit the same uncreated and scintillating light; and indescribable and uncreated fragrance pours from their tombs. Everything around is filled by the beauty of their contrition and the fragrance of heaven." Yet, if such is so for the monk, then such must also be true for every person filled with grace and part of the Body of Christ. "True beauty is captivating; it pours forth love. Furthermore it teaches man to love goodness, offering and sacrifice." One's entire sojourn and journey along the Christian way proves to be a theological initiation - an initiation into the life of the Divine. "It molds a person like a deifying womb and nurtures him for a new life. One comes to believe in the Incarnation of the Logos of God and in the deification (theosis) of that which He assumed. One comes to live and believe that God is love and perplexing beauty, that the unveiling of His love is a revelation of beauty, and that His beauty is an offering, freely given from the bounty of His goodness. With this great beauty He refashioned our human substance by His Incarnation, Passion and Resurrection." From out of the withering, fleeting prison of our sin, we pass through the hour of judgment which breaks us down and resurrects us, toward enduring beauty and the freedom of inexpressible loveliness and the maturity of stillness. What we learn from the monk is that all men can be saved and become participants in the divine beauty through participation in the Lord's sufferings, through life-bearing mortification. To this end, Archimandrite Vasileios offers us the following reflection:
The monk’s life is beautiful because it is associated with that awesome hour of judgment and liberation. The monk’s life is a life of repentance and in the final analysis, is also a life of Transfiguration. It is the life of asceticism, labor, pain, endurance and tears. For this reason, it is crowned with divine and mystical consolation, and the beauty of spontaneity, truth and stillness. It is a life of philokalia, the love of beauty.
The monk pursues his love of beauty through his asceticism. He is an artist who grapples not with mere paints, sounds, or words, but struggles instead with his own entire being. He fashions himself. He asked to be given totally to God, to be fashion and by Him so that he can say willingly: “Not my will but Thine be done.“ When this happens, everything is given to him in that hour when he least expects it. His whole life bears the seal of that hour of crucifixion and resurrection. All his life becomes that hour of judgment from which springs the beauty of freely given salvation and the maturity of everlasting hesychia.
Then he either speaks, or writes, or builds, or chooses to remain silent with a comfort and a source of strength which are different. This is because Someone else is functioning instead of him. Someone else is speaking and writing, building or remaining silent.
Every hour becomes his sacrifice, his self-offering and thus the emergence as well of a perplexing beauty. Each of his trials becomes a blessing and so he remains silent and grateful. His entire self becomes a wound; his entire self becomes a spring of rejoicing. He lives Good Friday and the Resurrection at the same time. Every day he dies and every day he is resurrected. He does not live life as mere biological existence, but rather feels it breaking forth from the tomb at every hour to conquer death. Everything is a divine gift and a wonderful revelation. As the Lord said: "Do not be anxious about how you are to speak or what you are to say in that hour." In that hour, which is eternity, everything is given to him most vividly.
The true and genuine monk, the authentic monk, puts on no pretenses of being something he is not, because he is true. He moves and behaves unaffectedly. His entire being radiates the beauty that is within him. Better put, through his trials and endurance, divine beauty is revealed. His youth passes, he grows old but is rejuvenated. He becomes a "good" old man, a peaceful old man, in short, a monk. There is a comfort and a light which is not created light. There is a youth which is eternal, a humor which blossoms upon the tough branch of asceticism, and a life which ascends from the tomb. Such a monk, since he is liberated, plays in the morning of the Resurrection like a carefree child upon the sandy beach of the sea, upon the same seashore on which walks the resurrected Christ. He is tranquil because the Lord has mortified Hades with the lightning flash of His divinity.
A Beauty exists which abolishes death; a Stillness (hesychia) exists which abounds with eternal blessedness and splendor for all of us.
Archimandrite Vasileios
Abbot of Iveron Monastery, Mount Athos
Beauty and Hesychia in the Athonite Life
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seafoamreadings · 2 years ago
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week of november 13th, 2022
aries: mars retrograde squares neptune all week and it's probably going to make things pretty weird. but later on in the week venus moves into sagittarius, bringing you some very beneficial fire energy and giving it all at least a little bit of a pleasurable quality.
taurus: venus makes a quick trine with her fellow benefic, jupiter, before moving on into sagittarius, your 8th house. so avoid accruing any debts, even if they're not the financial kind, but this can be a good time to pay down any loans, and if you've recently sparked any kind of romantic situation it likely becomes more intimate at this time.
gemini: there's a lot going on but one major bright spot is venus gracing your 7th house, which makes all your partnerships lovelier and softens any enmity you have going on. mars is still definitely up to weird stuff, but your ruling planet mercury also makes a very auspicious contact with jupiter, and this can be great for you financially.
cancerians: deeply watery vibes may have your friends and neighbors feeling like they're drowning but for you it is like home (unless you're a very fiery cancerian, perhaps). people's feelings do the talking for them and that's how you instinctively prefer it. you don't have to tip them off as to what you're doing, but keep in your mind that their words mean little at this time.
leo: it is still scorpio season, which is not the favorite part of the year for the majority of leo people. however, this week has venus moving into sagittarius. and while leonic sorts are not huge fans of the sagittarius time of year either, it is at least a fellow fire sign, and venus here brings a flash of glamor and warm fuzzy feelings.
virgo: it's a strange time for virgoans but it's at least also a mutable one. cycles matter a lot to you/your body so use this point in the year, especially if you're a northern hemisphere virgo, for finishing up the harvest you've made and then taking a good long rest. you can get up and clean and putter around the house if you have the energy, but if you just want to snooze under a pile of blankets by a warm fire with a purring cat, this is the right time.
libra: if things have been tough they begin looking up this week with a shift toward fiery energy that has been lacking for a long time, as well as a libra moon and some very auspicious venusian activity. at minimum expect a little more energy and motivation. the luckiest librans will get positive developments in their love lives as well!
scorpio: watery auspices continue as the faster moving planets traverse your sign. by the end of the week, although it will still be the season of the scorpion technically, mercury and venus will both have found their way into your second house. do not despair that they are leaving your sign; this is great for your money situation, whether you are in financial need now or simply wish to build upon pre-existing wealth.
sagittarius: both mutability and fire increase this week and these fluctuations center on your sign. mercury and venus make their ingress here this week. this makes you charismatic and silvertongued almost like a particularly well-adjusted gemini; indeed, with mars retrograde in gemini still for a long time yet, even geminis will be impressed by you.
capricorn: can you feel your focus turning inwards? more than inwards, spiraling in on your own awareness, until you forget who you are or where or what year it is...? it's the shift of things into your 12th house, and it is a great time for mysticism (as opposed to practical magic or, you know, letting the chips fall where they may).
aquarius: for some of you every hard transit to neptune in your second house over the last many years has been a financial difficulty. this week, you get a chance to catch up as there are many fortunate aspects involving pisces/your second house.
pisces: the planets you have the greatest affinity for are undoubtedly neptune and jupiter. right now they are both in your sign. you probably know this, but this week especially they are strong and well aspected, bringing greater ease and fortune to many facets of your life.
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thequietabsolute · 1 year ago
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It isn't mysticism. Goethe simply wouldn't stop at the boundaries drawn by the inductive method. He let his imagination pass over into objects. An artist sometimes tries to see how close he can come to being a river or a star, playing at becoming one or the other entering into the forms of the phenomena painted or described. Someone has even written of an astronomer keeping droves of stars, the cattle of his mind, in the meadows of space.
… The imaginative soul works in that way, and why should poetry refuse to be knowledge? For Shelley, Adonais in death became part of the loveliness he had made more lovely. So according to Goethe the blue of the sky was the theory. There was a thought in blue. The blue became blue when human vision received it. A wonderful man like my late friend Humboldt was overawed by rational orthodoxy, and because he was a poet this probably cost him his life. Isn't it enough to be a poor naked forked creature without also being a poor naked forked spirit? Must the imagination be asked to give up its own full and free connection with the universe — the universe as Goethe spoke of it? As the living garment of God?
— Saul Bellow, from Humboldt’s Gift
page 362.
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"The Rock of Doom", Edward Burne-Jones (1888) left "The Doom Fulfilled", Edward Burne-Jones (1888) right It doesn’t take long for one to notice that the depiction of tragic females was a fairly common subject in the Pre-Raphaelite Movement [1]. Present here in the above works of Burne-Jones is the pitiable Andromeda, born of royal blood, she was the daughter of the Aethiopian King Cepheus and his consort Cassiopeia. It is said that in age’s past, her mother had once boasted about Andromeda’s beauty, suggesting it be one that surpassed that of the Nereids. Such a claim was an offense to both their father Nereus and their lord Poseidon, prompting the divinity to unleash the serpentine foe, Cetus, unto the kingdom’s shores. With this tragedy befalling upon his lands, the king sought the advice of an oracle, only to receive an answer quite grave. In order to quell the rage of the Gods and rid themselves of the menacing beast, his daughter had to be sacrificed! As it was his duty, Cepheus put the safety of his kingdom first and thus offered young Andromeda to be consumed by Cetus.
Chained to a rock at the edge of the shore, awaiting her doom, the gallant Perseus chances upon the maiden:
"Now hovering there, he seemed to hear a sound Unlike the sea-bird's cry, and looking round, He saw a figure standing motionless Beneath the cliff, midway 'twixt ness and ness, And as the wind lull'd heard that cry again, That sounded like the wail of one in pain; Wondering thereat, and seeking marvels new He lighted down, and toward the place he drew, And made invisible by Pallas' aid, He came within the scarped cliff's purple shade, And found a woman standing lonely there, Naked, except for tresses of her hair That o'er her white limbs by the breeze were wound, And brazen chains her weary arms that bound Unto the sea-beat overhanging rock, As though her golden-crowned head to mock. But nigh her feet upon the sand there lay Rich raiment that had covered her that day, Worthy to be the ransom of a king, Unworthy round such loveliness to cling. . . . Then unseen Perseus stole anigh the maid, And love upon his heart a soft hand laid, And tender pity rent it for her pain; Not yet an eager cry could he refrain, As now, transformed by that piteous sight, Grown like unto a God for pride and might, Down on the sand the mystic cap he cast And stood before her with flushed face at last, And grey eyes glittering with his great desire Beneath his hair, that like a harmless fire Blown by the wind shone in her hopeless eyes. But she, all rigid with her first surprise, Ceasing her wailing as she heard his cry, Stared at him, dumb with fear and misery, Shrunk closer yet unto the rocky place And writhed her bound hands as to hide her face; But sudden love his heart did so constrain, With open mouth he strove to speak in vain And from his heart the hot tears 'gan to rise; But she midst fear beheld his kind grey eyes, and then, as hope came glimmering through her dread, In a weak voice he scare could hearm she said," O Death! If though hast risen from the sea, Sent by the gods to end this misery, I thank them that thou comest in this form, Who rather thought to see a hideous worm Come trailing up the sands from out the deep." — "The Doom of King Acrisius," I. 269-70
Smitten, the virile hero approaches Cepheus and Cassiopeia for their daughter’s hand in exchange for slaying the vile beast, before venturing forth to conquer it: "He beheld the sea, And saw a huge wave rising mightily Above the smaller breakers of the shore, Which in its green breast for a minute bore A nameless horror, that it cast aland And left, a huge mass on the oozing sand, That scarcely seemed a living thing to be, Until at last those twain it seemed to see, And gathering up its strange limbs, towards them passed. And therewithal a dismal trumpet-blast Rang from the tower, and from the distant town The wind in answer brought loud wails adown. Then Perseus gently put the maid from him, Who sank down shivering in her every limb, Silent despite herself for fear and woe, As down the beach he ran to meet the foe. But he, beholding Jove's son drawing near, A great black fold against him did uprear, Maned with grey tufts of hair, as some old tree Hung round with moss, in lands where vapours be; From his bare skull his red eyes glowed like flame And from his open mouth a sound there came, Strident and hideous, that still louder grew As that rare sight of one in arms he knew: But godlike, fearless, burning with desire, The adamant jaws and lidless eyes of fire Did Perseus mock, and lightly leapt aside As forward did the torture-chamber glide Of his huge head, and ere the beast could turn, One moment bright did blue-edged Herpe burn, The next was quenched in the black flow of blood; Then in confused folds the hero stood, His bright face shadowed by the jaws of death, His hair blown backward by the poisonous breath; But all that passed, like lightning-lighted street In the dark night, as the blue blade did meet The wrinkled neck, and with no faltering stroke, Like a God's hand the fell enchantment broke, And then again in place of crash and roar, He heard the shallow breakers on the shore, And o'er his head the sea-gull's plaintive cry, Careless as Gods for who might live or die." — "The Doom of King Acrisius" I. 274-75 With the death of the serpent, the twain finally became one. Many a child born of their union, ultimately bearing a lineage that begets the great Heracles himself! Notes: [1]: Not always were these woman mythological figures, see Rossetti’s unfinished piece “Found” (1859). 
Links to text: The Doom of King Acrisius: http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/morris/poems/doom.html
Metamorphoses (the original source material): https://ovid.lib.virginia.edu/trans/Ovhome.htm#askline "See how the creature comes parting the waves, with surging breast, like a fast ship, with pointed prow, ploughing the water, driven by the sweat-covered muscles of her crew. It was as far from the rock as a Balearic sling can send a lead shot through the air, when suddenly the young hero, pushing his feet hard against the earth, shot high among the clouds. When the shadow of a man appeared on the water' surface, the creature raged against the shadow it had seen. As Jupiter's eagle, when it sees a snake, in an open field, showing its livid body to the sun, takes it from behind, and fixes its eager talons in the scaly neck, lest it twists back its cruel fangs, so the descendant of Inachus hurling himself headlong, in swift flight, through empty space, attacked the creature's back, and, as it roared, buried his sword, to the end of the curved blade, in the right side of its neck. Hurt by the deep wound, now it reared high in the air, now it dived underwater, or turned now, like a fierce wild boar, when the dogs scare him, and the pack is baying around him. Perseus evades the eager jaws on swift wings, and strikes with his curved sword wherever the monster is exposed, now at the back encrusted with barnacles, now at the sides of the body, now where the tail is slenderest, ending fishlike. The beast vomits seawater mixed with purplish blood. The pinions grow heavy, soaked with spray. Not daring to trust his drenched wings any further, he sees a rock whose highest point stands above quiet water, hidden by rough seas. Resting there, and holding on to the topmost pinnacle with his left hand, he drives his sword in three or four times, repeatedly. The shores, and the high places of the gods, fill with the clamor of applause. Cassiope and Cepheus rejoice, and greet their son-in-law, acknowledging him as the pillar of their house, and their deliverer. Released from her chains, the girl comes forward, the prize and the cause of his efforts. He washes his hands, after the victory, in seawater drawn for him, and, so that Medusa's head, covered with its snakes, is not bruised by the harsh sand, he makes the ground soft with leaves, and spreads out plants from below the waves, and places the head of that daughter of Phorcyson them. The fresh plants, still living inside, and absorbent, respond to the influence of the Gorgon's head, and harden at its touch, acquiring a new rigidity in branches and fronds. And the ocean nymphs try out this wonder on more plants, and are delighted that the same thing happens at its touch, and repeat it by scattering the seeds from the plants through the waves. Even now corals have the same nature, hardening at a touch of air, and what was alive, under the water, above water is turned to stone." — Metamorphosis 4.706-752 For more information on Burne-Jones himself, here is a fantastic documentary: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmO3ZO9TGgA&feature=youtu.be
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