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fleurriee · 2 years ago

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— change in plans ; neteyam sully

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!reader

synopsis ; you and neteyam had been mates for a short while now. when you start to feel ill, suspicion starts to cleave your mind, and you can’t help but worry about your mates reaction.

word count ; 2.4k

themes ; fluff, slight angst, established relationship (mates)

warnings ; mentions of being sick, worrying thoughts of not being a good enough mate, use of y/n

author’s note ; starting a dad!neteyam series bc this man is all i want in life and he’d be the perfect dad if he was only given the chance :(( screw u, james. lol this was originally going to be a drabble series but when i checked the wc for this & saw over 2k, i just thought fuck it. so, this series is gonna have a different wc every time 🤙🏻

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Groggily opening your eyes, attempting to blink away the sleep that was still lingering there, you take a deep breath in, grumbling noiselessly to yourself. Fresh air and morning sunlight filtered in through the gaps until they surrounded your sleepy figure. You feel around on the bed next to you for the familiar presence that has been a comfort to you for around several months now. When your hands only come in contact with the bed mat beneath you, you turn your head in the same direction, heart sinking at the emptiness of the space.

You knew Neteyam was important to your clan — he was next in line for Olo’eykyan, after all — but sometimes you wished he wasn’t. Without the title weighing down heavily on his shoulders, you’d be able to spend a lot more time together, planning out your days and getting ready for your future. Instead, you awoke more often than not alone, your homely tent slowly start to turn isolated and desolate.

Of course, you’d never tell your mate of your thoughts — Neteyam was already guilt-ridden enough whenever he eventually made his way back into your arms after such a long and strenuous day, apologising profusely for not having spent enough time with you. In those times, you do nothing but comfort him, reassure him that you’re okay and that you understand.

But, that doesn’t mean it isn’t hard.

Stretching out your limbs to get some life back into them, you slowly start to climb up off the mat, looking around your hut for some breakfast. Your tent that you shared with your loving mate was a place you treasured deeply, one you considered to be your very own safe-haven. Not too long after your official mating with Neteyam, he had secretly been sneaking off whenever he had the spare time — which, admittedly, wasn't that often — to built a home for the two of you. Initially, you hadn't really thought of his disappearances that much, but when he started sending you sneaky glances out the corner of his eye, subtle smiles directed only at you, you began to get your suspicions.

He had taken you away from his family, covering your eyes and carefully walking you in a random direction, before revealing the surprise. Your heart had melted into a pool of warmth, surrounding you completely and utterly. You were a blubbering mess — whilst this was something you knew would be happening soon for the two of you, you were never expecting it to feel such a way for you.

It felt official.

Now, your home was filled to the brim with memories and personal memorabilia. Beads and feathers you had collected all your life that represented a different moment in your relationship; personalised weapons and clothes that you had made for one another during your courting ceremony, and one corner that smelt entirely of the two of you from where you sleep, where you come together as one soul each night and show one another how much your love means.

In another corner of the tent lies two baskets — one filled with fruit, and the other filled with meat. When you’d first mated with Neteyam, he had insisted on collecting all the foods the two of you would need for your home. You had found the offer loving, your heart fluttering in your chest as his desire to provide for you, but declined. You were to be mates, which meant you wanted to provide for him, too. So, after several long discussions, you’d compromised that Neteyam would hunt the meat, and you would forage the fruit.

It was a routine that worked quite well, taking note of the good amount of the ratio as you looked down in the baskets. Giving yourself a moment to contemplate what you wished to eat on that particular morning, moments away from reaching down and grabbing to your heart’s desire, a funny feeling started to tingle in your stomach.

Taking in another deep breath, you told yourself that it was nothing, that it would disappear, but it only seemed to grow worse. With one hand on your stomach, the other covering your mouth, you rushed over to the entrance of your tent, opening the flap and spewing up last night’s meal into the empty bucket outside.

You took a moment to breath afterwards, catching your breath and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You looked around at the clan surrounding you, wondering if anyone had taken notice of you — as far as you were aware, no one had. So, walking back inside your tent, you went over to the fresh water yourself and Neteyam kept stocked and washed your hands.

Looking back over at the basket of fruits and meats, you decided you’d skip that morning’s breakfast.

“And then what happened?”

You were out in the lush forests of Pandora, taking a walk with Kiri as she used even her spare to time to prepare for her healing work with her grandmother. The two of you walked side by side, the day’s sun basking down its warmth on your retreating figures.

When you’d originally met up with Kiri earlier that morning, you had expected her to be her usual self — bright and excited to explore more of what Ewya offered her children. Instead, you had been met with a much angrier version of your sister-in-law.

Before you’d even started walking together, she was reciting her own morning back to you. Apparently, Lo’ak had believed it to be funny to scare Kiri whilst her back was turned away from him, causing the paste she was making to jump out of her hands and become ruined.

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle out her crazy morning antics.

“And, then,” Kiri started, grumbling at her situation as she bent down to pluck a small part of a plant away, placing it delicately into her pouch, “father grounded me.”

You turn your head towards her, furrowed eyes on display, showing off your confusion. “What? Why?”

As Kiri stood back up, her anger dissipated and a smirk played on her lips. “Because I punched him in the face.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that completely tumbled from your mouth, loud and clear as any other creature within the forests. Grabbing at your stomach in an attempt to cease the laughing, your sister beside you only making your enthusiasm worse by joining in and exclaiming that he had it coming!, you felt elated, until your happiness turned into queasiness.

There was a split second where you knew what was going to happen before it actually did, but you weren’t given enough time to react. Your only option was to bend low, throwing up once again, although this time you had no idea where the contents had come from, considering you hadn’t eaten since last night and had already thrown up earlier that morning.

Coughing and clutching at your stomach, you felt Kiri’s gentle hand against your back, smoothly rubbing your skin to calm you down. Once you felt that was everything, you stood back up straighter, head groggy and eyes glazed over — you had never felt more worse in your life.

“Oh, y/n, you look terrible!” she chastised you, her eyes moving fervently over your figure, shaking her head in disbelief that you had gone from one emotion to another so drastically. “Is this the first time it’s happened?”

Breathing deeply, you shake your head. “No,” you swallow, pulling a disgusted face at the taste lingering in your mouth, before running a hand over your face from the exhaustion of it all. “It happened this morning, too.”

“And, you haven’t been to see grandmother?” Kiri’s voice was slowly beginning to raise, her obvious annoyance at your stubbornness beginning to effect her clearly. “Come, I will take you to her now.”

Immediately, you tried to refuse. “No, Kiri, I’m fine—“

But, your sister was relentless, adamant. “I’m not taking no for an answer, not when you could be ill.”

As she starts to pull you arm back in the direction of home, you look back over your shoulder at where you had reluctantly left the mark of your presence. “But, what about—“

“I will clean it up later. Come.”

From the moment you had arrived in the Tsahik’s tent, skin becoming clammy, sweat beading along your forehead and dry heaving into your hand, you were sure she knew what was wrong with you.

The woman who was like your own grandmother had gestured you closer to her awaiting figure, moving forwards and leaving Kiri hovering worriedly by the entrance to the tent. Mo’at gently grabbed your chin, looking so intently at you, all you wanted was to cower away, but you stood your ground, knowing the woman would only get annoyed.

When she was satisfied with what she saw, she gently grasped at your arms, guiding you down onto the floor in front of her. You started to feel just slightly better when you were no longer standing, swaying and feeling like you were going to fall any second. Mo’at moved back over to her shelves that held an assortment of healing herbs and ailments for those in need, coming back to you. She moved behind you, prodded at your back gently and pressing her ears against your spine, before moving back around and doing the same to your stomach.

You looked over at Kiri worriedly, hoping to find some sort of semblance hidden within her gaze, but her expression only mirrored your own. She, too, had no idea what was wrong with you — she was only training to be like her grandmother, and she clearly hadn’t gotten to this part of her lessons just yet.

“You are pregnant, my child.”

Your head snapped in her direction, not fast enough, those particular words reverberating within your mind, bouncing from one corner of the walls to another until you were sure you hadn’t imagined what the woman in front of you had said. You could feel your ears subconsciously fall against your head, your tail solemnly wrapping around your figure protectively, although, you were unsure what you were protecting yourself from.

You were pregnant.

Tears started to form within your eyes, pleading desperately within yourself to not let them fall. Your breathing started to pick up in pace a little, too, but you will it to calm. Looking down at your stomach, you placed a gentle hand against it, like you were caressing your unborn child.

Your unborn child.

You and Neteyam had had conversations about having a family — any pair of mates would — but your plans were to wait a little longer, to live your lives as you were supposed to before delving deeper into that chapter. It was all too much — you were unsure what to think. Should you be happy that you were having your firstborn child, or should you be worried of your mates reaction, scared he’d resent you for not waiting longer like you’d originally planned?

No words left your lips, throat too parched and nerves too calculated to form a barely coherent response, but you found that you didn’t have the time to. In that moment, Neteyam burst through his grandmother’s tent, eyes wide, ears alert and tail pointed tensely in the air. Someone had clearly seen you enter the Tsahik’s tent with Kiri, looking pale and unwell.

Looking up at him, you could only feel more tears consume your eyes until your vision started to become blurry. He rushed over to you, crouching down next to you, cupping your face in his hands and inspecting every inch of your body. When he couldn’t find anything external, he began to panic, confused. “What is it, ma muntxa (my mate)?”

Your eyes trailed both of his own, looking deeply into them and seeing nothing but pure love and adoration. From next to you, you could see Mo’at and Kiri silently leave the two of you alone in the quiet of the tent, giving you the space you needed.

Hands still stroking softly against your stomach, you looked down, then back up at him, hoping he would understand what you were trying to say without you having to utter the words. His eyes followed to where your hands lay, widening in surprise, his tail beginning to flick back and forth rhythmically.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, almost inaudible. A tear falls down your cheek, cascading to the bottom of your chin.

Neteyam continues to hold your face in his hands, eyes never once leaving your own as his thumb wipes your emotions away. A breathless laugh tumbles from his lips, smile wide and unable to disappear once it’s made its presence known. “What could you possibly be sorry for?”

Despite the loving features Neteyam was bearing only to you, you couldn’t help the guilt still continuing to eat away at you. “We didn’t plan for this,” you pause licking your lips in contemplation, “we were going to wait a little longer...”

“Listen to me,” Neteyam starts, voice firm. He shuffles closer to your figure, practically pulling you on top of him, leaving your face in the palms of his hands. “Sometimes plans change, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” One of his hands leaves your face to place it lovingly against your stomach. “Especially when the change involves something like this.”

You can’t look away from, too scared that if you do, he might suddenly change his mind. So, you don’t, and he doesn’t.

Your tears are now winning over, falling onto your face tumultuously, but this time, they’re happy tears, joyful tears. You laugh along with Neteyam, disbelieving to have been so lucky with this blessing from Ewya — both being Neteyam, and your unborn child.

He brings your faces together now, foreheads touching as he rubs your noses together. “I cannot wait to start this new life together with you, ma muntxa (my mate).” You nudge against his nose out of love, causing him to chuckle at your affections. “I will protect you both with my life — and I will care for you both, always.”

Placing a gentle kiss upon your lips, you feel his hands return to the flat of your stomach — this time, his thumbs are running smoothly against the skin there. When he pulls away from your face, you lean closer, desperate for more of him, but you feel your heart ache fondly when you watch him lower himself down, pressing such a feather-like kiss to your stomach that you barely feel it.

“I love you, ma’eveng (my child).”

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casper-spills · 1 year ago

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✧ ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲? ✧

01. Green witch

The Green Witch embraces nature by drawing on the energies from the earth and of untamed things. They commune with the land, with stones and gems and they reley on plants, flowers and herbs. They call to nature for guidance and respects every living being and they have a strong belief that humans must give back to world and protect it. They tend to be animal/environmental activists and they will go the extra mile to spread awareness.

The Green Witch makes their own ritual tools from found objects in nature and they make sure these are ethically sourced materials. They might also work with Animal Guides and Plant Spirits. The forest is the Green Witch's sacred temple and they often spend time hiking or visiting parks and gardens.

Books I recommend:

The Green Witch ~ Arin Murphy-Hiscock

Encyclopaedia of Magical Herbs ~ Scott Cunningham

Occult Botany ~ Paul Sedir

The Treadwell's Book of Plant Magic ~ Christina Oakley Harrington

Wortcunning ~ Nigel G. Pearson

02. Crystal Witch

Crystal Witches focus their magick on healing and manifesting. Crystals are known for their healing energies due to their ability to raise one's own vibration. Crystals emit this constant vibration, that when met with a lower vibration, has the ability to raise, in turn, providing healing qualities through an energetic level, which can therefore fast track our own physical healing.

Crystal Witches may also be drawn to rocks and stones alike and generally appreciate the gift of nature. They may also be attracted to the study of geology and often work with chakras/practice chakra meditation.

Books I recommend:

The Power of Crystal Healing ~ Emma Lucy Knowles

The Zenned Out Guide to Understanding Crystals ~ Cassie Uhl

The Crystal Workshop ~ Azalea Lee

Crystals for Witches ~ Eliza Mabelle

03. Kitchen Witch

The Kitchen Witch’s potion is a soup and they’re magical wand is a trusty wooden spoon. Cooking becomes a sacred art for the Kitchen Witch. A Kitchen Witch may not often dedicate a specific time and resources to ceremony, instead they work intuitively rather than ritually to find the magic in everyday life.

Kitchen Witches personalise their space with great intention and care. They instantly know when a space resonates with them or not. They often cook with whole, organic foods and they may also grow their own food. They also tend to enchant ingrediants before using them in a dish and they might sometimes make dishes to treat illnesses.

Books I recommend:

Potions, Elixirs & Brews ~ Anais Alexandre

The Wicca Cookbook ~ Jamie Wood & Tara Seefeldt

Wicca in the Kitchen ~ Scott Cunningham

The Magick of Food ~ Gwion Raven

`04. Sea Witch

A sea witch is a practitioner of witchcraft whose spiritual focus and magical practices are closely tied to the sea and its elements. They use the potent energy of the ocean as a force to drive spellcraft, cleanse the soul and renew the spirit. Sea Witches forge a deep bond with the sea and its inhabitants, working with its energy to manifest their intentions and achieve their goals.

Sea Witches are naturally sensitive and empathetic. The ocean is their sacred space and often times they might live near the ocean or are very drawn to it. They are also very drawn to stroms and enjoy the rain. They might study oceanic mythology and sea animals. They also often collect seashells, pebbles or other beach treasures and may use them in their craft.

Books I recommend:

Sea Witch's Companion ~ Levannah Morgan

Sea Magic ~ Sandra Kynes

Water Witchcraft ~ Annwyn Avalon

Mermaids ~ Skye Alexander

05. Divination Witch

The Divination Witch focuses primarily on divination practices such as tarot & oracle, pendulum, scrying, runes, tea leaf reading, meditation, and connecting to your inner guides/higher being. To them, it’s most important to incorporate these divination practices to their everyday life, or at least in ceremonial rituals.

A Divination Witch may draw power from the earthly elements, mediation, or with the help of seasonal changes that open portals and lower the veil between the physical and spiritual worlds. For those highly in-tuned with their intuition, have the ability to hear, see, or sense what others can’t, find themselves as an empath, and have the uncanny ability to predict the future.

Books I recommend:

The Book of Divination ~ Michael Johnstone

I Ching or Book of Changes ~ C.G. Jung & Richard Wilhelm

Tarot Card Meanings ~ Brigit Esselmont

Chakra Healing ~ Margarita Alcantara

06. Lunar/Cosmic Witch

A Lunar Witch has a fascination and connection with the skies, stars, moon and planets are unparalleled. With the fundamental belief that what happens above in the cosmos is a direct correlation to what happens on Earth, Cosmic Witches focus their study on astrological transits, moon phases, and intertwining that with their own natal birth charts. A strong belief is that as we are born, we are given a blueprint, a snapshot of the skies, that presents past, present and future forecasts of not only ourselves as an individual, but as a collective, sometimes generational viewpoint too.

They draw their power from the Moon and perform certain spells and rituals depending on the phase of the moon.

Books I recommend:

Moon Magic ~ Aurora Kane

Moon Spells ~ Diane Ahlquist

Moon Magic ~ Diane Ahlquist

Witchs Moon ~ Edain McCoy

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farter-imperator · 9 months ago

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On the very edge of the Ministry grounds, by the forest, there is a small chapel.

Only the Papas and their Prime Movers may enter this chapel. It gives them a chance to pray and worship in privacy, away from the watching eyes of the Siblings.

It has a few rows of pews, a pulpit, and a wooden inverted cross at the head of the room, backlit by stained glass.

There's a small shrine to Lilith off to one side. The Prime Movers pray to it and present offerings to Her every day.

When the reigning Papa decides to marry, they always have a secret wedding ceremony in the chapel. This one is the official ceremony, and it's very intimate. Normally, it involves handfasting, prayer, and personalised vows.

Afterwards, a more showy ceremony is held in the Cathedral on the grounds, where siblings are invited to watch as the two renew vows that have been set out by the Clergy.

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #headcanons

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abby118 · 1 month ago

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Hi Abby, how are you?

I was thinking about something recently.

We have seen that helmets are very important to warriors in Asgardian culture. We have seen them on every eneijar and also Odin, Thor and Loki who have a personalized one. However, we have never seen the 3 warriors and lady sifs with helmets, not even in important moments such as Thor's coronation ceremony or during a battle. Isn't that a little strange?

Technically (following the rules of Asgardian culture) they should have it, but it seems like the writers didn't think of that. Or perhaps it was a deliberate choice to differentiate them from common warriors?

Hey! Hmm that is a good question and, believe it or not, one I have pondered before lol.

I don't know whether or not it was a deliberate writing choice or simply something that was too minor of a detail to consider by the movie's production team, but because these movies were so thought out, I'll always try to come up with an in-universe explanation.

To me, it feels like one of those details that's got both practical and symbolic implications. For one, not wearing a helmet can give the impression of confidence and mastery in combat. Helmets are usually worn for protection, and the Einherjar who wear them are well-trained but not necessarily elite. In contrast, the W3/Sif are a special group. By going without helmets, they might be signalling that they’re skilled enough to take on the enemy without the extra layer of protection. (Or alternatively, it could be seen as inappropriate when their princes don't wear theirs. In Thor's case, I'd say that was purely down to him not liking the feel/look of that helmet and I'll get to Loki in a second.)

As for the coronation, that is debatable because as you've said, everyone wore their personalised (on non-personalised, in the case of the army) helmets, which was symbolic, whereas the warriors didn't. Now, we could explain this by saying Sif could have attended as Thor's intended wife rather than Asgard's war maiden (stood, below Loki who stood below Frigga; similarly to Sif's place close to the head of the banquet table we saw later). As for the Warriors Three, I don't know. It could be a way of signalling that they were below the positions in front of them, as they stood on the same level as Frigga, Loki and Sif.

And to return back to Loki, we know he values strategy and tends to rely more on magic and cutting weapons which might be seen as not intimidating enough by the opponent who has no prior experience with these forms of combat, thus the horned helmet. For him, it’s probably both a symbol of status and a practical choice, because it adds to his intimidating look and supports his more theatrical style (+ it does distinguish him from Thor). As for Thor 1, I don't think he would wear his when his brother didn't (because of the status difference and because he didn't want to seem weaker). TDW is self explanatory.

So in short, maybe the W3/Sif skip the helmets because they want to show they have proven that they’re powerful and skilled enough without them. It’s a subtle but effective way of showing that their place at Thor’s side isn’t just a matter of friendship, but of strength and skill.

I hope that answers your question :]

#Asgardian helmets #Thor 1 #The Avengers #Thor The Dark World #Loki #Thor #Lady Sif #the Warriors Three #Hogun #Fandral #Volstagg #abby talks #helmets #I'm super sick rn so this was nice :]

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hello-summ3r · 8 months ago

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crafty!reader x simon "ghost" riley

crafty!reader who enjoys crocheting as a hobby and can whip up anything that comes to their imagination.

this post is inspired by this adorable little skull i crocheted earlier, which reminded me of ghost and i thought, "what if a crocheter reader gave this to ghost as a little gift?

anyways, lets get onto the little drabble <3

crafty!reader who enjoys crocheting as a hobby and can whip up anything that comes to their imagination.

you can make honestly anything. cardigans, jumpers, blankets, all the way to little keychains and plushies. it's quite impressive, considering the amount of dedication you really have to put into a project, especially if its big such as a jumper or something like that.

for holidays and ceremonies and whatever, you would be the one with the best gifts, and one to rely on for unique and personalised decor, like garlands for example. anything you ask them to make, you'll do it.

ghost was out on a mission, a supposedly long and difficult one. reader considered that and decided it would be nice to perhaps do something that could be thoughtful for him, and thats where they decided to crochet him a little gift.

it wasn't big, as he was supposed to return within the day that you thought of the idea, but its the thought that counts, you believed.

you used your scrap yarn to crochet a little skull pattern. nothing big, but it meant a lot. it matched the mask that ghost always wore, which you knew played a big part in his life. i mean, this dude would wear the mask anywhere he could, so considering that fact, you believed this small gesture could mean a lot to him. especially since it was handmade by you, the only sunshine and hope in his dark life.

he returns before you know it, obviously stressed and tired from the mission. immediately, you jump up from the sofa, shaking the bits of scrap yarn off of you before making your way over to him. you held the little gift behind your back.

"si, you're back!" you happily say as you hug him.

he sees you and smiles, his muscles relaxing as soon as you hugged him, the project in your balled up fist.

"i missed you, m'love," ghost chuckles as he wrapped his arms around you.

"i have a little something for you!" you giggle as you look up at him, excited for his reaction to the little gesture you made earlier.

he raises an eyebrow in curiosity before speaking. "really? what could that be?"

you step away from the hug as you open up your hand, revealing the little crocheted skull to him.

immediately, his eyes soften and he sighs with a small chuckle.

"sweet lord, it's adorable, m'love. is that...meant to be my mask?" he laughs softly. you nod with a proud smile.

"oh, i love it s' much. i'll treasure it f'ever, i promise you. god, i love you so much."

he gently kisses your head, the little derpy skull still in his hands as he pulls you in for another warm hug.

guys im sorry my heart cant take this level of cuteness

#call of duty #cod #cod fanfic #cod mw3 #ghost cod #simon riley #task force 141 #crochet #reader insert

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littlebigfandomtrash · 2 days ago

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Harmonia Academy logo and uniform!

They have two kinds of uniforms one dress and one with pants ofc.

When students go out to explore the Isle of Sages, it's a must for them to wear their uniforms. But if they really dont want to, then they must either have a teacher accompany them or have their magic gems have a tracking spell on given by a teacher or security guard. But teachers and guards can easily say no, so most students just go out in their uniforms and either wear some nice accesories or jacket.

The way students are sorted in dorms is that they go to the schools fountain and throw a penny in it. After a few seconds, the water will change into the colour of the dorm the student will go into.

They don't have ceremonial robes, but all that money goes into personalising their dorm uniforms!

Because Harmonia Academy is an academy that thrives on creativity. The academy really encourages students with their self expression hence when they let them personalise their dorm uniforms.

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#art #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst wonderland #oc x canon #harmonia academy #myart #digital art

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apilgrimpassingby · 22 days ago

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Magic School Masterpost

As some of you may know, I've been developing a fictional magic school for a while now and sharing it with you. Hence, today I'm going to make a whole post to put it all together in one place and adding some new content. This will be long, so I'm inserting a "keep reading" bit. Tagging @merthwyn, @arcenciel-par-une-larme, @cryptidsaints - the people most involved in it, so you can see this, and my regulars - @idylls-of-the-divine-romance, @cactusflowerfemme, @rebelnurse, @roses-red-and-pink - for your views on this project now it's done.

The school is divided into twelve sub-schools, and each sub-school is located on a mountaintop, collectively forming a circle of mountains, with a common space between them where students from all schools can meet. Each mountain has its own magically-generated microclimate, and so every student has a cloak used for warmth or cool and on formal occasions.

Magical training is divided into three stages. The first stage (which most often starts at the age of seven, but can start later) lasts three years, and consists of the 101 of their magic system. The next stage lasts seven years, and consists of learning more advanced stuff and discovering the trainee's strengths and weaknesses. The third stage lasts nine years, and consists of being apprenticed to a magician who can help you develop your specialties. When this stage is over, they go through a coronation ceremony where their master touches each shoulder with an implement and then crowns them. It is not compulsory to complete the full nineteen years; someone can leave after the first stage, or after the second stage, or during the third stage. Due to the highly personalised nature of these regimens, there is considerable flexibility in how long it takes – the time spans given are ideals, and actual training may be markedly longer or markedly shorter.

Each school has a "heart book", the most crucial book to each discipline. For the most part, only teachers read these books - students read extracts of and commentaries on them.

Alchemists are located in a steampunk-style castle atop a mountain covered in birch woods, and they have an aviary of phoenixes. Alchemists wear bright orange robes with deep purple trim and brown leather aprons, and have bright orange cloaks with deep purple trim held in place with a flask-shaped brooch, made of amber with bronze fittings. The basic alchemical implement is a flask, containing a mix of molten metal and quicklime. The alchemists have springs of metallic water, coloured blue (by copper), red (by iron) or yellow (by sulphur), which often bubble and occasionally spurt upwards. The mountain is magically locked in perpetual autumn. Alchemists teach and write their books in Arabic, they write their documents in papyrus codices, and their heart book is The Elemental Wedding, which burns whatever touches it; hence, people have to handle it with leather gloves and keep it on a stone platform. The crown they use is a bronze and amber crown in the shape of two phoenixes entwined together, and the coronation implement is a bronze staff topped with a glass bulb containing mercury.

Personality: Vague douchiness and an aura of science-flavoured arrogance; a lot of them get very uptight about calling what they do "magic" and instead call it "the prince of sciences".

Unofficial Theme Song: "Mirror, Mirror" by Blind Guardian

Conjurers are located in a giant pyramid atop a mountain covered in ancient-Egyptian-style gardens, and they have a living sphinx who patrols the base. Conjurers wear yellow robes with bronze trim and sacred ibis quills worn in the hair, and have yellow cloaks with bronze trim held in place with a scroll-shaped brooch, made of yellow topaz with gold fittings. The basic conjuring implement is the quill, plus papyrus and red and black ink. The conjurers' mountain isn't a mountain - it's a colossal terraced garden topped by a giant pyramid. The mountain is magically locked in perpetual heat. Conjurers teach and write their books in Ancient Egyptian, they write their documents on papyrus scrolls, and their heart book is the Scrolls of the Sun, which speed up the motions of the sun in the location where they are read. The crown they use is like the one in the Mask of Tutankhamen, and the coronation implement is an ivory rod carved in the shape of a snake.

Personality: The most social of all of them, particularly with regards to romance - if you're dating someone outside of your school, it's almost always a conjurer.

Unofficial Theme Song: "Caravanserai" by Loreena McKennitt

Cunning folk are located in a series of blackhouses atop a mountain covered in forests of rowan trees and sheep-filled moors, and they have a population of spriggans who like pranking students. Cunning folk wear fawn robes with blue-grey trim and fawn-coloured wizard hats, and have fawn cloaks with blue-grey trim held in place with a cat-shaped brooch, made of tiger’s eye with bronze fittings. The basic cunning implement is a crystal ball, used in conjunction with tallow candles and a cauldron. The cunning folk’s mountain has wells that turn anything thrown into it to stone. The mountain is magically locked in perpetual moderate weather. Cunning folk teach and write their books in Old Norse, they do not write their books but instead transmit their teachings orally (with the exception of their heart book), and their heart book is The Long-Lost Friend, which turns into a ferret, hare or other hard-to-catch animal if a person without magic picks it up. The crown is a wool cap adorned with wolfsbane flowers and numerous ribbons with incantations written on them, and the coronation implement is walking stick of yew carved with pentangles, witch marks and other such symbols.

Personality: Raw unfiltered blue-collar attitude, with all the implied positives and negatives.

Unofficial Theme Song: "Souling Song" by the Watersons

Illusionists are located in a Baroque Revival mansion atop a mountain covered in 19th century urban structures, and they have apparitions of various white animals (rabbits, doves, stags, etc.) that talk to people before vanishing. Illusionists wear dark purple robes with black trim and wrist-length white gloves, and have dark purple cloaks with black trim held in place with a rabbit-shaped brooch, made of amethyst with gold fittings. The basic illusionist implement is a black-and-white baton, used in conjunction with a top hat and a deck of cards. The illusionists’ mountain has mirrors in which the person’s reflection will only show in a different mirror, and hence can be used for long-distance communication if mirrors can be paired up. The mountain is magically locked in perpetual dawn. Illusionists teach and write their books in French, they write their documents on decks of cards, and their heart book is Seven Wings and Seven Eyes, which makes things appear, disappear and reappear around the reader. The crown is a top hat adorned with lace and purple ribbon and made of fine velvet, and the coronation implement is a knotted scarf printed with numerous brilliant colours and designs.

Personality: Very witty, very athletic, very well-read and impossibly arrogant, but if you earn their respect they'll give it to you.

Unofficial Theme Song: "Magic Man" by Heart

Mystics are located in a wooden monastery atop a mountain covered in frozen waterfalls and snowy trees, and they have a yeti who hides in the forest. Mystics wear turquoise robes with light green trim and uncut matted hair, and have turquoise cloaks with light green trim held in place with a bent-spoon-shaped brooch, made of turquoise with silver fittings. The basic mystical implement is a telekinetically bent spoon. The mystics' yeti is very reclusive and hard to find, except at the start of each year, when he pays new students on the head, the end of it, when he waves goodbye to graduating students, and when someone's lost on the mountain, in which case he carries them up to the monastery. The mountain is magically locked in perpetual winter. Mystics teach and write their books in Sanskrit, they write their documents on birch bark codices, and their heart book is The Uncreated Light, whose text reads slightly differently for everyone who reads it. The crown is their hair being cropped (the first haircut in years), and the coronation implement is a traveller's staff.

Personality: Reserved. They, like their mountain, are a little cold and unlikely to get involved with others, but they're polite and friendly nonetheless. They're don't consider themselves above the world, just separate from it.

Unofficial Theme Song: "The Mystic's Dream" by Loreena McKennitt

Necromancers are located in catacombs amidst a mountain covered in mausoleums, gravestones etc. and willow and yew trees, and they have a pack of hellhounds who act as class pets. Necromancers wear light grey robes with white trim and grey lace veils, and have light grey cloaks with white trim held in place with a skull-shaped brooch, made of moonstone with silver fittings. The basic necromantic implement is a candle, used in conjunction with a mirror and bowl of water. If you sit next to any of the graves on the necromancers' mountain long enough, you start to hear wails from beneath the earth and blue lights on the mountainside. The mountain is magically locked in perpetual grey cloud. Necromancers teach and write their books in Greek, they write their documents on slates and stone tablets, and their heart book is The Apocryphon of the Grave, which reads like depressing mumbo-jumbo - unless the reader has seen someone die, in which case it reads as quietly comforting wisdom. The crown is a floor-length veil with extensive and ornate embroidery, and the coronation implement is a femur bone with spells carved on it.

Personality: Most of them won't talk to you because they're shy; the remainder don't talk to you because they think you're beneath them. Either way, they get pretty talkative with ghosts.

Unofficial Theme Song: "The Unquiet Grave" by Karliene Reynolds

Observers are located in a giant observatory atop a mountain covered in dark pine woods, and they have a mothman who swoops around the trees. Observers wear light blue robes with silver trim and silver goggles with blue glass lenses, and have light blue cloaks with silver trim held in place with a flying-saucer-shaped brooch, made of aquamarine with silver fittings. The basic observational implement is a telescope, used in conjunction with a telescope and notepad. Every new year's eve, a hail of meteorites in every colour falls over the observers' mountain. The mountain is magically locked in perpetual night (for stargazing). Observers teach and write their books in English, they write their documents in paper notebooks with exposed binding, and their heart book is the Astral Journals, which make readers feel like they are floating off the floor. The crown is a helmet decorated with wiring, cogs and so on, and the coronation implement is a telescoping aerial.

Personality: Pallid sickly nerds who get extremely energetic and enthusiastic if you ask them about their latest project.

Unofficial Theme Song: "Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft" by the Carpenters

Occultists are located in a bastion of slime-dripping cyclopean masonry atop a mountain covered in blasted heaths and bogs of toads and fireflies, and they have a shoggoth deep in a cave to whom the rubbish is fed. Occultists wear medium green robes with dark blue trim and silver rings with the bezel decorated with interlocking rings, and have medium green cloaks with dark blue trim held in place with a tentacle-shaped brooch, made of peridot with silver fittings. The basic occultic implement is a black soapstone pyramid statuette carved with symbols, used in conjunction with an iron key bearing the same symbols and a spellbook. The occultists’ mountain has monoliths with writing that no-one has ever been able to translate or even transcribe. The mountain is magically locked in perpetual dusk. Occultists teach and write their books in Proto-Oceanic, they write their documents on various mediums disguised to look like mundane books, and their heart book is the Secret Book of Hassan, which causes nightmares and hallucinations for weeks after in whoever reads it. The crown is a diadem made of gold decorated with images of sea monsters, and the coronation implement is a staff of dark wood with silver tentacles curling around it and a round silver head with multiple eyes and tentacles coming from it.

Personality: Difficult to get to like due to their love of morbid and gruesome things and very dark sense of humour, but very likeable once acquainted with.

Unofficial Theme Song: "Awake Ye Scary Great Old Ones" by the Dagon Tabernacle Choir

Shamans are located in a treetop village atop a mountain covered in jungle, and they get up to and down from the villages by means of griffins. Shamans wear dark green robes with bronze trim and light green face paint in variable patterns, and have dark green cloaks with bronze trim held in place with a vine-shaped brooch, made of emerald with bronze fittings. The basic shamanic implement is a staff, decorated with eagle feathers and bones. Students are strictly forbidden from walking on the jungle floor without a teacher accompanying them, due to the presence of a chupacabra population. The mountain is magically locked in perpetual heat and rain. Shamans teach and write their books in Classical Mayan, they write their documents in palm-leaf manuscripts, and their heart book is the Hymn to the World Tree, which cannot be written down - it must be spoken or sung. The crown is a headdress centred on an eagle skull adorned with eagle, raven, hoopoe and parrot feathers, and the coronation implement is a staff decorated with vines of ayahuasca, peyote and other psychoactive plants.

Personality: If you have a high tolerance for bugs and fungi and catch them when they're not high on ayahuasca or peyote or something like that, they're great people.

Unofficial Theme Song: "Kvitravn" by Wardruna

Sorcerers are located in a huge black tower atop a mountain covered in ash and dead trees, and they have a dragon in a cave on the mountainside. Sorcerers wear black robes with dark red trim and hoods, and have black cloaks with dark red trim held in place with a dragon-shaped brooch, made of ruby with bronze fittings. The basic sorcerous implement is a sacrificial knife, used in conjunction with blood and a grimoire. Every so often on the sorcerers' mountain, the earth shakes, smoke and sulphur issue forth, growls are heard, the side of the mountain opens - and the newly-hatched baby dragon flies away. The mountain is magically locked in a perpetual thunderstorm. Sorcerers teach and write their books in Latin, they write their documents in paper codices, and their heart book is The Pit Opened, which will place a curse on whoever reads it unless the book is given blood. The crown is an iron circlet decorated with garnets, and the coronation implement is black sword with a guard carved from garnet in the shape of a dragon.

Personality: Most of them are some flavour of bully, save for the minority who are dedicated bully-fighters.

Unofficial Theme Song: "Hellhounds of the Deep" by Karliene Reynolds

Witches are located in a cute village of cottages atop a mountain covered in oak, beeches and streams, and they have a stable of unicorns. Witches wear medium pink robes with violet trim and crowns of roses and violets (magically kept fresh), and have medium pink cloaks with violet trim held in place with a rose-shaped brooch, made of pink diamond with gold fittings. The basic witchcraft implement is a wand decorated with yew leaves and rose stems. The witches' mountain has circles of mushrooms which, if you step in them, you will instantly fall asleep, and later wake up feeling exceptionally refreshed, plus any minor injuries or illnesses gone. The mountain is magically locked in perpetual spring. Witches teach and write their books in Gaelic, they write their documents on beech-wood tablets, and their heart book is The Book of Spring, which makes roses grow wherever it is placed, even sterile environments. The crown is a flower crown incorporating hawthorn blossoms, foxglove, primrose and vervain as well as roses and violets, and the coronation implement is a golden sickle with a rose wrapped around a blade.

Personality: Hippies, both of the sweet nature-lover kind and the holier-than-thou environmentalist kind.

Unofficial Theme Song: "The Mummer's Dance" by Loreena McKennitt

Wizards are located in a Romanesque abbey complex atop a mountain covered in herb gardens, and they have apparitions of seraphim. Wizards wear white robes with gold trim and cloth-of-gold stoles, and have white cloaks with gold trim held in place with a dove-shaped brooch, made of pearl with gold fittings. The basic wizarding implement is a censer burning incense, used in conjunction with a holy book. The wizards' mountain has a massive library of non-magical books carved inside it, accessed only by various secret passages inside the abbey and its outbuildings. The mountain is magically locked in perpetual summer. Wizards teach and write their books in Hebrew, they write their documents in parchment codices, and their heart book is The Apocalypse of Ephraim, which makes the reader see golden wings and hear otherworldly music - initially at the edges of vision and hearing, but gradually getting closer. The crown is an Eastern mitre, and the coronation implement is a gilded shepherd's crook.

Personality: Really nice selfless people who want to help others but with a tendency to be patronising to non-wizards, especially those without magic.

Unofficial Theme Song: "Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence" by the Choir of Somerville College

Views of Each Other

Alchemists: Look down on most people for being superstitious, but have a protective big brother attitude towards witches (witchcraft is very much a female-dominated field, while alchemy is decidedly male-dominated) and a positive relationship with observers due to their shared scientific approach

Conjurers: Try to be on friendly (if not affectionate) terms with everyone, though they resent necromancers for refusing to talk to them and mystics for insisting on being celibate and dislike sorcerers the way most people do.

Cunning Folk: Good friends with witches and shamans due to a love of nature, but dislike alchemists due to their association with science, absolutely loathe observers due to their obsession with progress and change, and hate illusionists for their snobbery; that rivalry is the most intense in the school.

Illusionists: Tend to be snotty towards everyone, but are pretty much the only people who get on with sorcerers (they agree that arrogance and jerkishness are good qualities) and have a particularly intense hatred of cunning folk as a bunch of rustics playing at magic.

Mystics: Usually too busy meditating to deal with things like social relationships, but like the wizards who agree to leave them alone and will sometimes bond with witches over listening to birds or watching the dawn.

Necromancers: Please just leave us alone. Please. We're quite happy talking to ghosts.

Observers: Spend most of their time either locked away doing magic or gushing about their research and so don't have much by way of friendships, but do compare lab notes with the science-minded alchemists. They mostly find the cunning folk's despising of them confusing; why would anyone not want to get on board with science?

Occultists: Love shamans for being as morbid as themselves, would love necromancers for the same reason if they could persuade necromancers to talk to the living and dislike wizards and sorcerers for being too self-important; they prank both of them a lot.

Shamans: Usually too busy talking with machine elves to talk with others, but love cunning folk for their practical attitude towards nature and occultists for their appreciation for morbidity, and loathe alchemists for being the embodiment of industry.

Sorcerers: For the most part (illusionists being the exception), they hate everyone and everyone hates them, but sorcerers who push back against the bad behaviour of the rest of their school become very popular very quickly.

Witches: Get on well with alchemists (they see themselves as having a brother-sister relationship), sometimes bond with mystics over appreciating nature and have a love-hate relationship with sorcerers. Look down on shamans as the mentally unstable version of themselves and observers for being too technological, and dislike sorcerers the way pretty much everyone does.

Wizards: Aspire to be a hero to everyone and see everyone in the best possible light; whether this means they get viewed as good people or disliked for being patronising largely depends on the individual. They do, however, have a mutual die-hard rivalry with sorcerers.

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jokerlennon · 4 months ago

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chess the musical through (vaguely) the lens of mass media and fame and the mismatch and unclear lines between image and real life person. im listening to the concept album but referencing other versions bc #whatever

the citizens of merano trying to sell their little town, delighted by the publicity

the American shows up - already he is referred to without name in the concept album, his identity as a person irrelevant compared to his nationality, his role in the great game - to an adoring crowd.

even when he is not in front of the eyes of the world, he is concerned with his image above all: the first time we see him in private, he reads news about himself. the ego is not an act.

he gives an interview. we learn about his negative press, his tactic of being controversial to stay relevant. how much of it is real? can he even tell?

like the rest of the world, molokov thinks he's mad. the Russian does not. he calls it "third-rate propaganda". he is anxious to reinforce himself as a person and not a symbol of a country, singing about his personal experiences and struggles with being famous. ("times have been good, fast, entertaining. but what's the point if i'm concealing not only love, all other feeling?")

the opening ceremony is our next look at chess through mass media: a long, creative history of cheating, as well as the reinforcement of the idea that this is a match for the ages: the men are no longer merely players, but the two sides on a small-scale proxy war. "we don't want the whole world saying they can't even win a game" etcetera. another opportunity for merchandising cannot be passed up, consumerism swallowing up even the most ancient and intellectual of sports. finally, another feeble insistence that this is just a game.

finally, the game! accusations of cheating fly around from the American - who, as we later find out in some versions, was faking outrage to give himself time to think, playing on the preconceived notions at play that a) chess players cheat b) he is prone to drama (c) the ussr is less trustworthy than the usa?)

in "quartet", even the Russian refers to the American as a nut/fruit, realising that perhaps the media was right for once. as they attempt to calm the tensions the characters all lament that such a game has become a "battleground for rival ideologies to slug it out with glee", all but abandoning the pretenses they keep up in front of the cameras in the name of international cooperation.

"mountain duet" is about Florence and the Russian realising that the other is more than what the media and their preconceptions have made them out to be, that they have more in common than they thought.

"florence quits" shows that the American hasn't always been quite this awful.

when the Russian defects, he is swarmed by reporters. Walter laughs and says "Welcome to the West." anthem shows his complex feelings about his country, which cannot simply be summed up by "defector". the embassy workers think it "boring".

apart from playing into contemporary western perceptions of the city, "one night in bangkok" showcases the American's new image: unaffected, cool, and defected to the side of the many-headed media monster.

i need to put this here somewhere i think. walter as the reporter who is secretly a cia agent

"the interview": the American is well and truly a reporter now, asking similar barbed questions as the unnamed reporters asked him early in the show, but with a more personalised flair. this interview is, too, a spectacle: former opponents on camera together again for the first time in a year. a bizarre reunion, indeed, but one that will draw crowds to Global TV's broadcast. "what's your true motivation?" the American has always been in control of his own narrative more than the Russian, but now he is exerting control over the Russian's image as well. "I won't discuss my private life in public," the Russian says, but as we will soon see, "it's the lead on the news".

Florence and the Russian's relationship is publicised entirely, and while Florence desperately wants him to acknowledge it, his tactic is to ignore it until he's secured the win - an unbreachable rift starts to open between them. he suggests she "watch TV, read the paper, have the miserable time of [her] life" - showcasing how important mass communication has become in the daily life of an average person by the 1980s.

labels get thrown around - communist, democrat, refugee, total shit, silly boy, woman he should have not have let walk out. partner. the truth in any of these varies - they aren't complete hogwash, but they are the same simplifications that have appeared in the media.

"pity the child" gives us some insight into the American's character, and how he came to be like this - a lonely childhood turning into desperate thirst for approval and fame. and yet he doesn't dare seek his mother's approval even now, when he lives his life on television.

miscellaneous highlights of endgame: "prostituting themselves chasing a spurious starlight" "[the sirens of fame and possessions] will destroy you, not rivals, not age, not success" "they all think they see a man [...] whose private life caused his decline, wrecked his grand design"

i don't even know what else to add to this one. just

#wizardspeak #chessposting

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