#Unique Fingerprint Gifts

[noisycowboyglitter]

Heartwarming Greenland Shark Gifts to Make Your Valentine Smile

A Greenland Shark Valentine's Day is an unconventional and quirky twist on the traditional holiday of love, perfect for marine biology enthusiasts or those with a penchant for the unusual. This concept playfully combines the characteristics of one of the ocean's most fascinating creatures with the romantic themes of February 14th.

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Imagine Valentine's cards featuring cartoonish depictions of these ancient, slow-moving sharks, perhaps with captions like "You're fin-tastic!" or "Let's grow old together… really, really old!" These cards might highlight fun facts about Greenland sharks, such as their potential lifespan of up to 500 years, making them a fitting symbol for enduring love.

Decorations could include deep-sea themed elements, with bioluminescent blues and greens mimicking the shark's habitat. Plush Greenland shark toys might replace traditional teddy bears as gifts. For the culinary adventurous, a themed dinner could feature Icelandic hákarl, a fermented shark dish, as a daring alternative to chocolate.

Educational aspects could be incorporated into Valentine's celebrations, raising awareness about these mysterious creatures and ocean conservation. Couples or families might spend the day visiting aquariums or watching documentaries about deep-sea life.

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This unique Valentine's theme offers a blend of humor, education, and appreciation for the wonders of nature. It's an opportunity to celebrate love while also acknowledging the diverse and sometimes strange forms of life in our oceans, making for a memorable and distinctive holiday experience.

A Love Fingerprint is a unique and personal way to symbolize the connection between two people. This concept combines the individuality of a fingerprint with the universal symbol of love - typically a heart shape. Imagine a heart formed by two overlapping fingerprints, each representing one half of a couple.

This design can be used in various ways: as artwork, on wedding invitations, engraved on jewelry, or even as matching tattoos. It's a powerful visual metaphor, suggesting that the couple's love is as unique as their individual fingerprints.

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The Love Fingerprint also represents the idea of leaving a mark on someone's life. It's a testament to the lasting impression love makes and the unique bond shared between partners. This symbol is both intimate and artistic, making it a popular choice for couples looking for a personalized representation of their relationship.

Valentine Conversation Hearts are iconic candies synonymous with the holiday of love. These small, heart-shaped sugar confections come in pastel colors like pink, yellow, green, and lavender. Each candy is stamped with a short, sweet message such as "BE MINE," "KISS ME," or "TRUE LOVE." Originally created in the 1860s, these treats have evolved to include modern phrases like "TEXT ME" and "TWEET ME." They're popular for exchanging among friends,

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classmates, and loved ones. Despite their chalky texture and mild flavor, Conversation Hearts remain a beloved Valentine's Day tradition, symbolizing playful affection and romantic gestures.

[saintobio]

the art of loving, feat. l&ds rafayel.

pairings. rafayel, fem!reader genre. fluff, smut, established relationship, 18+ tags. artist x muse, hints of abandonment issues, clingy bf!rafayel, allusions to nude paintings, fellatio, cum eating, protected sex, praise kink notes. my third l&ds boy :’) there’s a full blown sylus oneshot coming but for now, i have to write abt our cute fish! i’ll continue the jjk wips on the weekend bcos my l&ds hyperfixation is currently taking over 🤧

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who makes you the muse of his paintings. he loves how he can adore your face while turning his blank canvas into something as colorful as you. it all started when he used to sketch you when you’re not looking. and it’s a habit that he, time and time again, still does. whether you’re reading, sleeping, or simply lost in thought, he finds these moments precious and captures them in his sketchbook. he actually has a dedicated corner of you on his mo art studio, where it’s filled with paintings and sketches of his beautiful girlfriend.

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who loves to paint with you. he’ll set up a canvas next to his and guide your hands, laughing together as you create something… unique. look, he’s not making fun of your painting. in fact, he’d say you’re actually very talented. “it’s not bad at all,” he’d claim, “it’s an exquisite art… if i close my eyes.” how mean! but honestly, if you were to sell your artwork, he would still be the first person to buy it.

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who gets playful with paint. while you’re on the subject of ‘painting together’, you know how cheeky rafayel is, and when he dabs a bit of paint on your nose or cheeks, the light-hearted paint fight ends in messy, colorful kisses. one time, he even left a purple handprint on your bum, and giggles each time he sees it from behind.

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who gets clingy when you’re busy. he’ll sulk if he feels you’re not paying enough attention to him, often wrapping his arms around you from behind and nuzzling into your neck to remind you he’s there. he can very grumpy, too. like a spoiled brat who he didn’t get what he wants. it’s just that he dislikes the feeling of being ignored and abandoned, so the last thing you knew not to do is make him wait too long on your dates or make him feel like your mind is occupied by anything else other than him. because he’d go as far as pretending to be in a helpless situation just so you’d drop everything and run off to him. how silly!

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who surprises you with personalized art gifts. from small sketches slipped into your bag to full portraits given on special occasions. it’s his way of expressing his love, because he’s very grateful of how supportive you are when he has art exhibits. your presence calms his nerves, and he always looks for you in the crowd to find strength in your encouraging smiles.

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who likes to cuddle while discussing his latest ideas. he enjoys your input and loves bouncing ideas off you. his hands like to roam around your body as he keeps you in bed all day, whispering sweet nothings into you ear and making the atmosphere warm and intimate. “i can’t help it!”was his usual excuse whenever you’d call him out for being too touchy. “sometimes, my inspirations come in the form of physical intimacy, you know!”

࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who can’t resist kissing you passionately when he’s inspired. he sketches you in intimate moments, letting you lie beautifully naked in bed and with only a blanket to cover the lower half of your body, like a vulnerable mermaid looking to be held by her prince. he’ll pull you close, hands covered in paint, leaving colorful fingerprints and delicate patterns on your skin as his lips capture yours in a heated kiss. he would peel the blanket off you slowly, taking his sweet time as if memorizing every dip and curve to later recreate in his art. his touch is both tender and electrifying. and his expressions, both raw and passionate as he eyes every inch of your body.

⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who whispers his deepest desires in your ear. his voice becomes husky with emotions, telling you exactly what he wants, and leaving you blushing and eager to feed him the attention he seeks. he’s very needy, indeed. but most especially in bed. he’d often grab your hand, allowing you to brush it against his toned chest and down to his… aching member. it’s begging to be released, you both know it. and so when he guides your head closer to his crotch, you already know what ‘job’ you had to do for him.

⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who whines a lot while you’re pleasing him, but in a cute way. he’s just very vocal about it. he’s incapable of keeping his little moans whenever he feels your tongue rolling around his tip, your lips leaving open-mouthed kisses along the sides of his length. it’s like suction when you fully take him into your mouth, the image of your head bobbing to suck his cock is extremely vivid in his head. “mhm~ don’t stop.” rafayel loses his mind over it. “my darling, lover girl. you’re so pretty, my baby.” and when you’d allow him to cum inside your mouth, he’s a weak man watching you swallow every single drop.

⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who respects your boundaries and doesn’t push you to try things in bed that you’re not comfortable with. when you told him he can’t do you raw, he willingly obliged. so, lo and behold the huge box of condoms on his nightstand. he believes in practicing safe sex because you both aren’t ready for that kind of responsibility yet. but that doesn’t lessen the frequency of your activities in bed. in fact, his beloved box of rubbers would easily run out after 2-3 weeks.

⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who likes to be praised when doing the deed with you. it’s just innate in him. you have to let him know if he’s doing good, have to let him hear how great he feels inside of you, how pretty he looks when you gaze down on him, and how amazing his hands are in finding your most sensitive places. “raf, you’re the best at this,” you’d moan into his mouth, the sound of skin-slapping echoing across his studio as you feel him racing through his climax, “s-so good, ngh~” he’s one to smile at your little whimpers. “yeah, you like where i’m hitting it, baby?” “haa—i do!” “thought so.”

⁺⋆𖧷 artist!rafayel who wants to be displayed all over your social media accounts. it’s as straightforward as he is—he wants his face to take over your account. he wants to know that you’re proud of him and that you’re showing off your handsome boyfriend whenever you can. he also wants you to interact with his posts, leave comments, and hit the heart button. every. single. time. he gets easily sulky if sees you ignoring his cute posts about you. that’s just how he is, and it doesn’t frustrate you one bit, because he just loves being the center of your world in exchange for treating you the center of his. that was the art of loving rafayel.

[cigarettesaftersae]

Homesick 02

Sae Itoshi - 02 Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans - John Lennon

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: sae x f!reader | childhoodlovers!au

Stuck in a small town near the coast with a previous crush on a boy who returns after years

live laugh love life is strange🗣️imagine the camera is like max's because why not

After a small balanced breakfast, you head out the cafe to walk in the central park. Autumn colored leaves ravished the earthly ground, each step consist of crunches, and you fought the instinct to just stop and stare at everything gifted from Autumn to admire. You reached yourself to a bench, pulling out an old instant camera for scenery. You liked the vintage items, to swim in its own nostalgic aesthetic you’d seemed be fond of. The polaroid printed out embracing the trees and autumn leaves in view. The background painted the morning foggy blue sky, the lamps along the sideways warmly lit, and a squirrel eating nuts. That was your favorite thing in the photo, you smile softly looking at it and put it away in your bag for safety.

You were never an expert on cameras and photography, but you found it in the old treasure of your grandparents’ stash. Using it for these few weeks made life seem more admirable. You had an urge to take a physical copy of the moments you find unique. An instant click for an instant image of every pretty scenery you saw. You continue to take photos around the park, taking in the beauty of a moth on a tree. Its patterns looked perfectly so like the tree. The wooden bark similar to a fingerprint right onto the wings of a small life creature. Around the place, you thrill in its beauty by a single click here and there, ending up by the sea. It was quiet with seagulls croaking along the sky, the waves rushing within the gravel sand, beyond all that you notice a male on the edge of a cement floor behind some railings. He just sat there staring off to the ocean while the wind blew through his red hair strands. Wearing a long black trench coat, the material looked so well-done; was it by some expensive brand? Besides that, you took notice under was a white button shirt along with causal black pants. He seemed so simple yet elegant just alone existing. He looked almost familiar..

You grab out your camera to take a photo, the view shot was his side profile. You could notice every lock of his hair, the shape of his nose, mouth, and lips…and eyelashes? Very pretty long eyelashes..almost like that one boy. No…he disappeared…but his family was still around. Could this really be him? He was right there in front of you, not a distraction or interruption in sight but you walked away not wanting to take that chance.

Perhaps if you had, you could have learnt a nicer way to say your own name, even if he didn't know yours. You’ll just shatter your heart in every photo you click, swallow every sip of coffee bean, and shift your pillow closer to the moon. Follow this daily boring routine over and over.

—Yeah fuck no, never mind. Imagine if you say hi and he just looks at you and doesn’t even bother to say anything. A moment of silence and awkwardness just because you thought it could be that one boy you had a stupid crush on then disappeared and you also didn’t even go to the same school. Yeah fuck this.

You find yourself back to the place where you found him, he remained still lost in the vast ocean. In this serene, alone, and dull life, there had to be something. If this ends off embarrassing, you’ll be moving planets. Maybe Saturn. Or Mars.

“Usually I’m here sitting and relaxing, alone…”

Sae perks up his head at the voice,

…Was he seriously not going to say anything-

“I was here before you”

“I said usually, and I knew this place before you”

“I knew this place before you octopus, can you leave now?”

“You look like an octopus...” you mumble slightly pissed off. Now you extremely regret your decision of “trying” because all it resulted was you being insulted to an octopus. Octopus are cute.

Not even a word back, you worried if he heard you. Right now, he’s just staring at you as if he did hear you or thinking of something else to say so mean. No, he wouldn’t, anything mean would be blunt and on spot without a thought. How rude, an octopus seriously? You stared back into his teal eyes and took in every detail of the little spike of hair for his under eyelashes. It stood out so obviously yet so pretty. It was him.

“What are you staring at?” He said with a tone slightly harsh

“You’re stared first…What’s your name?”

“No” His beautiful teal orbs move away from you and back to the view of the ocean waves

What the flip.

“Well you been here long enough can you move? you’re ruining a great photo opportunity.”

“Not my problem”

“What if I just.. told Maria on you?” You almost studder on your words, slightly afraid to threaten him with such a childish manner

‘Maria?” His attention back to you, looks like that worked.

“Yeah…Maria..she’s like my secondary mother.”

“tsk..whatever.” Sae finally got up and walked mid-way before stopping and looking over his shoulder .

“Itoshi”

“huh..?”

“My name, octopus. Itoshi Sae.”

“Do you just like octopus a lot?”

He glared at you not a word back, waiting for something—

“Oh- ...My name is y/n.”

You turn around to face the coast slightly smiling, Sae began to walk away judging on the sound of his footsteps fading away into the Autumn breeze.

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this is kinda short i'll probaly make another one soon

[daretoassume]

you are so used to yourself.

you have to understand that your ideas, gifts, passion, and talents are granted to you for a reason. don't ignore them just because you think somebody is better than you, and you start to compare the numbers on social media. we are uniquely made. even your fingerprint is unique. not everyone thinks like you. you might learn from people, and they might learn from you. but you have to let go of any expectations surrounding the goals you have, as long as you act on your highest excitement every single day of your life.

"you are worthy on the most basic level by the fact of your existence itself" ♱ bashar (darryl anka)

there is enough for everyone, that is how abundant life is. your whole existence is the proof of why you are abundant.

if you were not abundant, then you would NOT exist at all. you cannot exist if the universe is not able to support you. but you see others doing exactly what you want, and you think that there is no room for you anymore, nonsense.

you are stopping yourself from doing what you want and what you need to do - you have already closed the doors. how can you know your power, your talents, and your gifts if you have already ended it? how can you ever discover your passion, what you are good at, or what will make you happy and excited? how can you ever know the extent of your abilities if you never give yourself the chance to explore them?

"true meaning of abundance: the ability to do what you need to do, when you need to do it." ♱ bashar

allow yourself to be seen

you are so used to yourself that you, in a way, invalidate the gifts you have that other people might need. allow yourself to show them to others and allow others to recognize them. the moment you allow yourself to get out of your shell is the moment you give them a choice to share the gifts that they have and be who they want to be. choosing to share your gifts and passions can inspire others to do the same. you inspire them to act on their purpose. let it be a reminder for them.

some people are full of resentment. they become bitter towards people who are living the life they want, doing the career, hobby, or passion that they want. it is not their fault when you invalidate your own gifts. what would happen if all the people in the world since the beginning just hid every talent, every passion, and every gift that they have?

you are so used to yourself, you have no idea at all.

[blueiscoool]

Missing Pieces of 6th-Century Byzantine Bucket Finally Found at Sutton Hoo

While working at the Anglo-Saxon site of Sutton Hoo in England, archaeologists found the missing pieces of a 1,500-year-old copper bucket imported from Turkey. The bucket, which is at least a century older than the famed ship burial, may provide a window into how people lived in early medieval times.

A team of archaeologists, conservators and volunteers from Time Team, the U.K.'s National Trust and FAS Heritage discovered the metal fragments in late June during excavation and metal-detecting work at Sutton Hoo.

Sutton Hoo is best known for its magnificent seventh-century ship burial, whose 1939 discovery was featured in the 2021 movie "The Dig." But the burial was just one part of a complex of 18 separate burial mounds found near Suffolk in southeastern England, many of which contained jewelry and coins. Evidence of imported goods — including an Egyptian bowl, Eastern Mediterranean silverware and a Middle Eastern petroleum product called bitumen — has also been discovered at Sutton Hoo.

But the copper-alloy bucket, known as the Bromeswell Bucket, predates the ship burial by at least a century. The fragmented bucket, which was found in 1986, depicts a North African hunting scene featuring lions and a dog. It was likely produced in the sixth century in Antioch, Turkey, which was then part of the Byzantine Empire. An inscription in Greek on the bucket reads, "Use this in good health, Master Count, for many happy years," suggesting that it may have been a diplomatic gift.

The artifacts uncovered last month were decorated with figures similar to those on the original find. So the team employed X-ray fluorescence (XRF) — which is used to determine which elements are present in an object and to create a unique elemental "fingerprint" of the artifact — to confirm that the newly recovered fragments are indeed part of the sixth-century Bromeswell Bucket.

"Thanks to closer inspection, we now believe that the bucket had been previously damaged and then repaired," Angus Wainwright, a regional archaeologist in the East of England for the National Trust, said in a statement. "In-depth analysis of the metals suggests it might even have been soldered back together."

Although East Anglia has been occupied since at least 3000 B.C., when Sutton Hoo was in use as a cemetery in the sixth and seventh centuries, the area was relatively densely populated and part of a busy trade network. The Sutton Hoo treasures represent diverse objects, including pagan and Christian artifacts, brought there from all over Europe and the Middle East. The ship burial and cosmopolitan nature of Sutton Hoo may even link it to the Old English epic poem Beowulf, which includes tales of gift-bestowing kings from far-flung lands and was composed around the same time.

"It's hoped that this two-year research project will help us learn more about the wider landscape at Sutton Hoo and the everyday lives of the people that lived there," Wainwright said. "So, this find is a great step on that journey."

By Kristina Killgrove.

[starflungwaddledee]

Hello I wanted to ask if its ok for others to include your magical signature headcannon to their kirby aus,it’s so cool and I wanna use it but I wanna make sure your ok with it first

{the headcanons in question}

oh, yes!! of course, absolutely! i don't think it's all that original, and you're free to take elements and change it how you like, but i'm also happy to elaborate a little on how it works in our specific worldbuilding in case it helps anyone!

as with everything i'd of course love to know if folks use this headcanon in their works!! if you like the idea of using visuals for them how i do, i grab free-use photos from unsplash!

i consider this whole thing to be an alien sensory ability with some synesthetic connotations. for some it could be auditory, for others physical or visual; for others a combination. despite this there is usually agreement on what individual signatures "feel like", regardless of how they are felt

magical signatures are basically just like voices, or faces, or fingerprints. some might be more appealing to certain folks for certain reasons, some might be stronger or more quiet than others (usually a stronger signature denotes stronger magic) but none are inherently bad; not even scary or "evil" ones

these magic voices are all unique, but they can change with time or be a little different in different circumstances. a related family or species might have similar traits in their signatures. folks who share magic very often may pick up notes from each other. life experiences could drastically alter your voice one way or another. someone could- given time, skill, and perhaps malicious intent- override your magic with their own

a stronger proficiency for magic makes sensing these signatures easier. most often they are sensed through touch, and it is generally uncontrollable- like feeling the temperature of your skin. you could initiate a share with someone who was unconscious or unwilling and in most cases still sense their true signature

if you are "sharing" (healing via a mild psychic magic link; imagine a multi-way electric current) your magic will be sensed by the other parties. waddle dees, who are social healers with a social sharing gift, are especially sensitive to the touch-signature

hiding or concealing or changing your signature on purpose is unusual. there's an essence of undeniable truth to it, like soul-seeing. someone like meta knight could learn to purposefully withhold the full strength of their signature, to avoid overwhelming others as an act of kindness. someone like galacta knight could easily do the opposite

the reason starstruck dee's signature in particular is off-putting is not because of the notes of her signature, though it is corrupted: a little unsettling and a little overwhelming; like a very loud voice. the problem is that her signature does not match that of a waddle dee. it's like encountering a dog that quacks like a duck, or touching something that looks dry but is wet. if she were not a waddle dee, most would have taken her signature in stride as simply 'alien'

similarly her ability to 'lie' through her signature is steeply abnormal and meta knight is actively teaching her to hone this skill. in the hope that she'll unlock her 'real' signature by trying on others. in the hope that she'll have a better time socialising with others if she's not so uncanny.

at present she's able to copy other signatures, or combine several into one "new one", but hasn't found one that feels right despite meta knight's tutelage. he's not a fan of how easily she copied his

[mist-touchedxiv]

Thanks to @aislingsurrow for the tag! Makes me feel welcome! 🥰

I'll nominate @iona-xiv , @elypiphoros, @chadhunkler, @kaddiekait and @but-first--tea

Basics

Name: Loksen Tyr

Nicknames: Loki

Age: 75+

Nameday: 15th Sun Second Astral Moon (March 15th, I think that's right)

Race: Veena Viera

Gender: Male

Orientation: Heterosexual (includes transwomen as long as he likes their scent)

Profession: Drifter and adventurer. Will do odd jobs for gil.

Physical Aspects

Hair: Wild, long and thick black with unusual blue streaks. Wears a few braids with feathers entwined in them in the Wood-warder tradition. Almost has a mullet as he keeps the front shorter. Will sometimes pull it into a loose bun.

Eyes: Deep crystalline blue. Like shards of Hydaelyn Herself.

Skin: Pale olive complexion mostly free of imperfections

Tattoos/Scars: Fingertips heavily calloused and scarred from years of archery practice. Branding scar on the back of his neck to show that he was a Garlean prisoner. Has a rather long thin scar on his right side that goes from front to back. Very low-key blue tattoo over his left eye applied by a friend.

Family

Parents: As normal for Viera, Loksen barely knew his father; meeting him only a few times in passing. But, he was a good man who would bring gifts to his mother and him when he visited periodically. Loksen mainly remembers that his mother would smile and laugh more when he came to visit and the general mood was raised around him.

Mother: Freja Grimholt, a shaman. Well-respected member of his village who would often offer guidance to others. A spiritual leader, she instilled in him a sense of wonder and a quiet respect for the Mist. She also taught him to love Vieran poetry.

Siblings: A couple of younger sisters whom he only met a couple times when they were very young kits. He hasn't seen them since before the fall of Dalmasca. Sometimes wonder how they're doing, a melancholic thought as he doesn't know what happened to the Skatay Range after Garlemald invaded Othard.

Grandparents: Unknown, Loksen's mother came from a different clan and village.

In-laws and Other: Various aunts on his mother's side, some biological, some friends, a couple sometime lovers of his mother.

Pets: None, but loves companion animals.

Skills

Abilities: An extremely skilled archer, it was the weapon he chose when he became a Wood-warder. The grueling training of a Wood-warder demanded talent and ability in equal measure and over the decades has honed his skills even further. Loksen has been known to provide demonstrations of Vieran sharpshooting to Woodwailers and engage in friendly contests of skill with the Gods' Quiver when he's in Gridania.

Master survivalist. The life of a Wood-warder required the ability to live out in the wilderness alone and with little resources, those who failed to learn ultimately died. He can be put in nearly any hostile environment and find a way to not just live, but thrive.

Super Sniffer: Possesses a keen, near-animalistic sense of smell. It could even be argued that their olfactory sense holds a greater importance even than sight; where one is limited by obstructing trees, the other can sense information for up to several malms, if focused. This, combined with being naturally aetherially capable, allows a Viera to even smell and parse the aether around them. Along with this talent comes the ability to recognise other individuals based on their unique scent, as well as to glean details from their ambient pheromones; their sex, their vague emotional state, their receptivity to mating, and other such physical factors. Where one’s pheromones are more akin to an olfactory fact sheet (providing basic physical information), their individual scent is their fingerprint and facial features – a unique identifier and a source of attraction all in one. Of course, this can be a handicap around bad smells.

Keen Ears: Like all Viera, he possesses extraordinary hearing, which is also reputed to be aetherically attuned. Normally if he wants to protect his ears and wishes to be relatively inconspicuous, he'll pile his ears under a hat.

Master Swordsman: These days he prefers the blade as his weapon of choice. Introduced to the Doman warrior tradition by an old samurai he was imprisoned with, he proved to be a natural, especially in the art of iai and over the years have continue to further hone his skill.

Hobbies: Fishing. Mahjong. Vieran romance poetry. Whittling.

Traits

Most Positive Trait: Despite being reserved to the point of being mistaken for aloof, Loksen possesses a good heart and a desire to help when he can.

Most Negative Trait: Can come across as aloof and still struggles with some social skills due to the isolation of being a Wood-warder and the trauma of being imprisoned.

Likes

Colors: Blues, blacks and silver/gray.

Smells: The salt spray. Vanilla. Lavender and rose. Water. Wood. Pickled fish. Grilled meat. Apple.

Textures: Smooth wood. Cool scales. Soft grass to lay on. Warm skin.

Drinks: Tea. Viera aquavit and mead (hard to get). Sake. Pickling juice. 

Other Details

Smokes: Yes. Smokes tobacco from a kiseru to dull his sense of smell around bad scents.

Drinks: Partial to sake and other strong spirits. Carries a flask with him. Handles his alcohol well.

Drugs: Aside from some natural herbs, nope.

Mount Issuance: None

Been Arrested: Was imprisoned for several years for futilely resisting the Garlean invasion of Dalmasca. Performed hard labor in harsh conditions.

[desalvar]

Though now a powerful witch in his own right, MAGIC was never in Nikodemus' nature until he made it so. Born a human with such little talent or hope to gain power, not even an ascension to monstrosity netted him many abilities. It wasn't until the creation of a metaphysical phylactery did the world of magic open up to him. Namely, while he still could not learn spellcasting like those with an inborn gift, he could pluck their power from them and, through the creation of a unique new system, make using it possible. A well-abhorred vulture among witches and sorcerers, Nikodemus shamelessly studied and stole from divine, esoteric and arcane, only to transform it into his own version of magic - a bastardized, sullied translation. Unholy. Unnatural. Undying.

Phylactery, grimoire, fountain of immortality. Paid for with blood, death and the lifeforce of hundreds, THE GIFT is the very middleground of Nikodemus' body, soul and magic. A catch-all binding sygil, separated from his vessel and spiderwebbing its ichor tendrils to hold all unstable parts of him together - the capricious spirit, the fallible flesh and the power he was never meant to wield.

FIRST it is the keeper of his immortality. The reason he is called an eater. And that, he is, at much grander scale than he could ever previously achieve. All living things marked with the gift - by ways of a small black fingerprint, inconspicuous by any means - find their souls irreparably caught in its black webbings and at Nikodemus' mercy. When his vessel is killed or suffers any death, one of his Gifted pay the price of its regeneration with their lifeforce. Likewise, dying on other terms doesn't net anyone freedom either. Once a soul is marked for taking, it is his. And once it is free of the flesh, it follows his call. A far cry from his humble beginnings, when Nikodemus had to wait for death to sever the soul of its mortal coil, he is now capable of far more and worse.

SECOND it is a repository for power. The flesh is feeble, especially one as piteously human-adjacent as his own, and his Eater soul, bottomless yet limited by physical trappings, could never quite have its fill before. Now unbound, it can hold thousands other souls within its void, from the mundane to the grand deiform.

THIRD it is a tool for magic. The strands of ichor (of ink) the gift manifests, Nikodemus has learned to take and twist to his liking. It is a wrestle, a reshaping of his very tether (and body alongside), a vulnerable and fragile affair, but moulding strands of magic into forms that serve him - and himself into forms that wield them - requires painful changes. His runes, as he lovingly calls them, is each a perversion of power he stole and blackened into his own design. Their manifestation is physical. The ink permeates every facet of him, externalized through animated, moving blots of it spanning his body and assuming shapes and runes at will. His very own witch's grimoire, writen on his skin.

...

*The Gift was created at the crescendo of the Krilneian massacre. A whole village of the magically gifted - their souls, heads, all their power - fueled its conception. The hand that binds Nikodemus severed from his very self, the eye that sees - from the oldest witness, the poison - from a viper feasting on its tail and the final element - the death of his last remaining child: Krilnei itself, whole.

[outofangband]



Working on some longer xenobiology/speculative biology posts so in the meantime here are some more random thoughts

Updated edition a year later! I hope these are ok!!

These are more jotting down ideas, please please feel free to give me any to elaborate on!

Also not all of these I necessarily consider my Headcanons, they’re just fun to play around with

Location edition

1. Tapetum lucidum or, eyes that can glow in the dark. (similar to the eyes of cats and raccoons) This is not limited to the Caliquendi and so is not directly related to Treelight.

Related to this is the potential ability to see infrared or other light spectrums like certain animals. I do like the idea that elven vision in the dark is more complicated than simply being able to see through the dark.

They navigate in unique ways, using the earth, trees, and even rocks to orient themselves. (I’m basing this in part of Legolas’s words about the elves of Hollin where he appears to draw sense memories from flora and stones) This also fits into my ideas for some ways elves are disoriented and controlled within Angband.

When elves are kept away from the natural world, in monotonous environments, without access to plant life or even a variety of geological information, they can enter a sort of stupor. Even in Angband which of course does contain rocks and life in the form of fungi, algae and even some plants, Cyanobacteria and certain creatures, much of the mines and dungeons are deliberately kept barren, lifeless and separated enough from the caverns and tunnels. What information they receive is never comforting. On that note, Ecological empathy taken to an extreme. Elves becoming depressed from ecological destruction, feeling the changes to landscapes on an innate level. Hence again why Angband is so damaging

Ears that express a wide range of emotions like how eyebrows do with humans. Elven ears will flatten, perk up, twitch, and even fold at times.

. I talked about phosphorescence here which actually has roots in canon!

Being able to navigate on all fours with ease, particularly while climbing and on a similar note, advanced balance.

For some of them, partially webbed feet and possibly even gill like structures on their chests for the sea elves.

On that note I think evolution works obviously differently for elves. Traits adapt and spread at different rates.

Pressure to areas of their body causes them to fall still, like with puppies and kittens. They have very sensitive areas in the backs of their necks and behind their ears. I've talked about this on my states of consciousness and sleep posts!

They do not have fingerprints though the skin on their hands will sometimes absorb and take in the colors of the things they touch, regardless of skin tone though skin tone does effect how clearly these show. For example, if an elven child spends some time playing in grass or clay, they may come back home with the skin up to their forearms that color.

Elves rarely have freckles but those that do will notice that they change colors and shades. Sometimes russet, sometimes even silvery, gold, or blueish. This is also true with birthmarks and even some scars. As they predate the sun their freckles are more similar to spots for camouflage and most words for them translates something to spots or foilage.

Elves can imitate sounds of animals very easily, especially bird and insect songs. While being able to communicate with animals is a rare gift among them, most can speak basic warnings and declarations, such as being able to warn sparrows that there is a hawk around. They can also pick up song very easily, often feeling the rhythm of even very gentle music in their hands.

I have a lot of thoughts on elves and synesthesia. I think most stimuli and input for elves is experienced through multiple senses for example being able to feel sound (obviously humans can to through vibrations but elves are more attuned to this). Synesthesia of the kind humans experience is somewhat more common in elves and other kinds unique to them also exist. (I have a whole post about this here!)

I talked about snow blindness and elves’ unique experiences with winter here!

I headcanon that elves have a specific sense for growth; they can hear and feel for lack of a better phrasing, shoots of grass growing, flowers blooming, roots expanding out. Not all are equally attuned to it or aware of it and some can become extremely overwhelmed by it if their ability to process is affected.

[maslimanny]

🌟 "God gave you a fingerprint that no one else has, so you can leave an imprint that no one else can." 🌟

✨ You are wonderfully, uniquely made. The gifts you bring to this world are irreplaceable, and the mark you leave is yours alone. Step into your power, own your light, and trust that your journey is meant to inspire others. 💖

[objecthusbandry]

Do you have info on globes?

fun fact, i've actually worked with a couple globes before! they're fascinating creatures. their patterns, which can resemble their inanimate counterparts (but never fully match due to being living creatures), are unique to each individual like a fingerprint and can vary in color and shape. their highly specialized bodies have long been a mystery with lots of theories proposed over time, but only in the last decade or so have scientists studied and come to agreements on their many adaptations. for starters, their patterns are used to identify each other in the wild... but they're more well-known for their bizarre body layout.

see, their anatomy is BIZARRE. almost all their organs are contained in their "stand", aside from their faces. the inside of the actual sphere is mostly filled with fluid. their brains are contained within a long axis that the sphere is able to spin around. contrary to popular belief, the sphere cannot spin more than once without returning to its original position! due to the shapes of their bodies, they have a limited field of vision so being able to turn their heads in any direction helps them immensely to see their environment. due to their spheres being mostly fluid, there's been reports of globes missing most of their spheres and living full lives. in one case a globe was reported to have lived for six full years with only a fifth of its sphere intact!

as for behavior, these objects live in temperate areas and are rather solitary in the wild. they mostly consume insects but are known to also occasionally forage for nuts and seeds. they live near water sources, sometimes moving from lake to lake if their primary water source dries up. they need a LOT of water to remain healthy! they separate from their parents after around three months, though it isn't unheard of for them to stay around for much longer, even for years. as pets, they dislike being around other objects and i wouldn't really recommend them as a pet to anyone who already has a pet, be it an animal or another object. they like to play and need lots of enrichment!

globes were domesticated over a thousand years ago. in antiquity, they were often given as gifts to royalty and frequently seen in ancient artwork. they've been captivating to humans for a very long time!

[blessedarethequeer]

Divine One, we thank you for the gifts represented in each stripe of the Pride flag: for the gift of Sexuality in its multitude of manifestations; for the spark of Life and spirit of Healing you work through the hands and hearts of your people; for the Sunlight that warms our bodies and souls, as well as for the Nature around us and within us that this vitality sustains; for the Magic and Art you inspire in the hearts of your people to Create in your divine image as you are ever-creating us; for the Serenity we find in the refuge of your embrace, in community and through your Spirit even in the most trying of times; for the Spirit and breath of life that continues to move through the witness of your Queer children and those who march alongside us.

We pray that we might grow in appreciation for the ways that each of these gifts touch our lives, that we might grow in celebration for the multitude of ways we see them magnified in the lives of others. Let us be reminders to one another that we are each divine originals, creative expressions of your loving joy. May our witness be a testament to the love you work into each unique fingerprint of humanity across every language, every border, every culture.

//

excerpt from my prayer for this morning’s Pride Sunday worship service

6.4.23

[crystallizedkingdoms]

TAZ NC: Plant

Merle Highchurch’s soulwood arm reflects on its purpose. No one else seems to be willing to do so, anyway.

wc: 777

you can also read this on ao3 <3

hello!! second fic for the @taznovembercelebration! I got the prompt Plant, and of course it had to be Merle-centric. but! I wanted to actually explore Merle’s arm rather than the man himself! I love Merle a lot, I think I’ve come to accept him as my favourite of the THB, and I think viewing him from the pov of his Arm was really fun! so, enjoy :3

Hello there. You know me. No, really, I assure you that you know me. Although I have no name, I have no mouth, nor any eyes, you know me. I have no limbs, and I never will. I live to be one.

See, you know me. For I am the soulwood granted to a dwarf who trusted too much. I am the familiar, dark wood that twists and bends itself into the shape of a limb removed long ago. The hands of my owner’s loved ones have settled upon my wood more times than any creature will ever bother counting. Soft hands, rough hands, small, and large. I have felt them all, and in turn, my owner has felt it because of me.

It’s a service I have come to enjoy. Where I once was only prodded by gloved, studying hands, stuffed in a pot hardly tended to, I now explore. I explore unique fingerprints along my wood and weapons wielded with me. I explore adventuring children’s soft hair and legs of older adventurers too tall for my owner. I explore Bottlenose Cove, and I aid in building it.

Yes, I am scratched, I am weathered, I am used. So, so incredibly used. But who could possibly say that this grand adventure of life isn’t worth it? If this work isn’t better than sitting, unused, unloved, then I am unsure what is.

And yet, any awe I have once inspired has long fizzled out for those around me. My existence is a simple fact of life. A fact of my owner. The days of party tricks are coming to an end, though I will never stop fetching and stealing items across the room from unsuspecting loved ones. My owner never gets enough of that. But even those little moments have become commonplace. That is why you know me, but do not recognize me or my work. I am not recognized or appreciated. I do not shock. I only work.

Not that I have ever cared to shock. From the moment my soul intertwined with my owner’s, locked together in a way that transcends most mortal connections, I exist only to work. Who cares for shocking, who cares for party points, when the owner I adorn takes care of me, and I of him? For every day he moves me an inch on his armrest to bathe in soft sunbeams, every afternoon he gives me a drink I don’t always need, I am loved. Though he gives me no name, rarely thanks me outside of making some grand moves, I am loved.

In turn, I work for him.

The lifetimes I will live nestled under the remainder of my owner’s arm will be lifetimes of work. Lifetimes of children’s hair to rustle and lifetimes of people to steal from. I will dip inside of salty beach waves and be buried within soft sand until the grains become part of me. I will watch as loved ones disappear, off to another world, and my owner will use me to wipe his saltwater tears. I shall cling to him tighter, grow my leaves twice as green, and strengthen my bark tenfold. I will have lifetimes of work and love ahead, and I must help my owner bear the brunt of it less.

Do not see me as a burden. I was a gift to a dying man. I am now a tool for a proudly living man. I may not be as intricately dexterous as his old flesh must have been, and I may be a reminder for a terrible mistake, but I am a gift. I am a gift strengthened with each passing year, I am a gift that takes work. I am the Peacemaker’s Right Hand, and I lay on the wounded and I lay on the dying, and I am part of their healing.

Pan knows it is not easy work. My owner is no easy man. He is hard and he is stubborn, always working on so many things. I will, without a doubt, continue to work for lifetimes, even when my owner is retired. Who else will fetch him tea, or throw him baths, or tend to the other plants in his life? It’s no one-handed job. This is what I must do. However, just as much as I am no burden, neither is my owner. Merle Hitower Highchurch, the Peacemaker, Earl of Bottlenose Cove, is worth it all. There is no man on any plane of existence that I would rather be attached to, in mortal body and soul.

My owner, my Merle, works me down to the bark… but oh, what an honour.

[ashenprofessor]

Secret Serios - gift #2

for @heavy-draw

Byleth carried on with their mission to spread some holiday cheer through the monastery. Heading up to where the faculty rooms were, they located the door belonging to Shamir. Performing the same routine as outside the last door, they placed the gift on the floor before scarpering.

inside the box you find a Damascus steel dagger. whet until it was sharp enough to splice dewdrops in half. it was crafted with molten metal, leaving behind fingerprints entirely unique to this blade alone. attached to the blade is a rosewood handle, sanded to sit between steady fingers. a handcrafted leather sheath with a belt loop secures the dagger, finishing the set with a rustic look. the tag attached to the box reads: SHARP, COMPACT, and PRACTICAL.

[hellsgreatestshow]

Heaven hierarchy & angelkind

All lore & headcanons has been painstakingly researched and cultivated by me with help from @hellsgreatestgame. For lore, I take influence and inspiration from many different sources of media. This lore will be prevalent throughout the Hella-Verse. Full permission for @hellsgreatestgame & @hellsgreatestperformance to share any lore.

This post will explain angels, their hierarchy and their contribution to the universe. Everything here is based upon my research and what we know from the show. Some angels can fall into multiple categories.

Creator/God/Father

Out of nothingness was everything. The creator has always been and will always be. His fingerprint is written on every thing in creation. It is his blood that creates the fabric of everything. Acting as the constant source of power.

He is omnipotence and omniscience. He always knew he had an exact plan with an ultimate design.

Throughout time he did a lot of small experiments leading up to his perfect greatest creation, man. A lot of his experiments are what most humans consider aliens, cryptids and other creatures.

Angelkind & their growth

Angels are a divine species gifted with spiritual powers to serve God.

Angels were the first of God's creations. Brought to life to act on his behalf as creators and guides for the other species.

Every angel carries divine omnipotence. Making them nearly infallible. Angels come in many species.

Angels mature in a growth cycle just like that of a bird. The stages are as follows: Nestling which ranges from birth to around 1 year and during this time they go through many changes learning the manifest their bodies and hold a stable state. Next would be fledgling, which takes place for the first few formative years. When they are fledgling they are taught how to control their magic, learn jobs and study under the archangels. Next is the juvenile stage, this is equivalent to being a teenager or young adult. This time in an angels life they are just on their own for the first time. The final stage is adulthood. This stage is when angels find their purpose in life.

Angels were created to serve and assist. The ultimate purpose is to keep balance over the mortal realm and tend to their souls in life and death.

All angels are given a divine purpose which the serve dutifully. And for those few who don't are punished based on their crimes. Lucifer being the worst offender.

Another unique asset given to angels is their angelic eyes which are connected to their very soul. Each eye enhances their ability and is always connected to them. Some angels can even leave these eyes to watch over important things to them or even important people. This is where a lot of thoughts of guardian angels comes from.

Archangels: Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel, Jophiel, Metatron & Lucifer

The archangels were the first clutch of angels born. Being 7 wonderfully gifted children to assist in the creation of the universe.

These angels are the highest ranking angels in heaven. They all possess high titles as they serve in helping assist God in his design.

Lucifer was instantly the star of his siblings and became God's favorite angel due to their shocking similarities.

Due to the favoritism, Lucifer was given many gifts including Hell as his own realm to control.

Seraphims: Sera, Emily & others

Seraphims were the next clutch to be hatched. They are considered to be some of the elder angels.

These angels are often in charge of maintain balance. They execute executive orders given to them by the archangels or god.

Seraphims power can greatly vary depending on their job. They are still quite strong and should never be underestimated.

Virtues: Chastity, temperance, humility, kindness, patience, charity & diligence

The virtues were the next clutch to be born. These angels were created to act as holy beings that control the elements.

Each virtue was given something to rule over. This covers every possible type of element of holy repute. They are the elements required to keep one's soul pure.

Virtues are meant to protect their element while spreading it through the universe.

Angels: St. Peter & others

Angels come in many other species from Thrones to the principals. Each type of angel serves a different purpose.

The angels came in various clutches following the elder angels.

Each angel is unique holding various jobs and titles throughout creation though the majority of angels simply as office workers sorting through prayers and rules to better serve the humans as demanded by God.

Many angels are resentful of humans though are too scared to do anything given the last time someone spoke up it led to a civil war and fractured the worlds into different realms severing Earth's connection to the heavens.

The First Man: Adam

Adam was made to be god's ultimate design. A being pure with limitless potential.

Adam is by far God's favorite human therefore upon his death he was gifted with a special position.

Winners: Molly, Sir Pentious & others

Winners are human souls who were deemed holy enough to enter the kingdom of heaven.

Winners much like their sinner counterpart make up the largest population in heaven.

They too have some magical properties with limitations to what they can do.

Exterminators: Lute, Vaggie & others

Exterminators are specially recruited angels that are heavily trained soldiers. Their job is to protect heaven by destroying any threat.

They often are tasked with roaming the earth to cast demons from the mortal realm and once a year they get to partake in cleansing by going to hell and purging as many souls as possible in hell.

Exterminators is a job and title not a species. Angels can come in many ranks and powers though once they join the team, they are specially trained to improve their skills.

Cherubs: Deerie, Honey, Collin, Keenie & Cletus

Cherubs are the lowest of angels in heaven. They are often given the most simple tasks of saving human lives.

Cherubs are small, adorable creatures who are often not taken seriously.

Cherubs have their own organization and are free to traverse all over.

Angels of Creation: Sera & others

These are angels granted with the gift of creation. They know the inner workings of the very building blocks of the universe itself.

This group consists of angels of various species and ranks. The only thing they all have in common was helping to weave together Gods vision.

Each was given something to create with guidance from God and the elder angels.

Yhey are specially trained and excel with it. however once their job was finished they needed new jobs, so many of these angels oversee God's other creations or worlds beyond that of heaven and the mortal realm.

Other creations: Aliens, Roo, Dagda & others

Along the way to his ultimate creation, God had attempted many creations first.

From each creation he learned more and more. Because with each new genome came new knowledge expanding his own power and abilities.

Roo came too from the void being the negative of the world. Because of this, God had tried to contain her. However she was set free due to the actions of Lucifer & Lilith.

Humans: Lilith, Eve & others

Humans are God's ultimate creation. Being the only species with completely free will.

Humans are the only creation that God can not predict every decision. Making their potential limitless.

Humanity has failed greatly however and because of their evil in the world, human souls require great judgment from the Principals.

[theprayerfulword]

September 02

Malachi 3:16 Those who feared the Lord talked with each other, and the Lord listened and heard. A scroll of remembrance was written in His presence concerning those who feared the Lord and honored His name.

Jeremiah 33:3 Call to Me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.

Proverbs 1:5 let the wise listen and add to their learning, and let the discerning get guidance –

Revelation 7:15 Therefore they are before the throne of God, and serve Him day and night in His temple. And He who sits on the throne will dwell among them.

1 John 5:13 These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life, and that you may continue to believe in the name of the Son of God.

Romans 16:20 The God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet. The grace of our Lord Jesus be with you.

May your eye never have enough of seeing the majesty of the Lord in His creation, nor your ear its fill of hearing the Word of God. Ecclesiastes 1

May your heart take delight in your work, for this is the true reward for your labor. Ecclesiastes 2

May you know that wisdom is better than folly, just as light is better than darkness. Ecclesiastes 2

May you receive your daily bread from the Lord, and find satisfaction from God in your work, for without Him, who can eat or find enjoyment? Ecclesiastes 2

May you please God, Who gives wisdom, knowledge and happiness. Ecclesiastes 2

May you understand that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live, for to eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all your toil is the gift of God, Whose work endures so that men will revere Him. Ecclesiastes 3

My child, be not conformed to the world's styles or manners, norms or graces, fashions or mercies, for they will shift even as you achieve them, being fickle in nature and ever-changing in focus. Rather, be renewed in your mind through the truth of My Word and the indwelling of My Spirit, letting Me mold you and shape you into the vessel I desire. I am endlessly creative, My precious one, and I have no limits or boundaries. What man does, has been done before; what I do, My love, is a new thing. Do not look for differences among those who name My name, for each of My children is a unique expression of My love; instead, look for the similarities that you have been taught from My word – meekness, gentleness, kindness, steadfastness, goodness, peace, joy, love, for these are My fingerprints embedded in the clay of your nature. They are inescapable indicators of submission to My will and acceptance of My salvation. You are My workmanship, peculiarly fashioned for good works, individually formed for the purpose I have chosen for you from before the earth's foundation. You do not fit with the flow of the world, and you do not blend with the crowd. You are a light on a hill, and cannot be hid. I have made you a spectacle for the world to look upon, a gazing-stock for the world to see, that My grace and mercy, My truth and power, My redemption and sanctification may be seen by all, though many will reject the first sight and initial exposure to My gospel. You will plant the seed of the good news of My salvation by your life, your speech, your choices, your actions and reactions; prayers will water My Word in their hearts, events will till the ground, removing thorns and weeds, breaking up the hard clods and removing the rocks, and My Spirit will watch over My Word to ensure it performs that which I have sent it to do. Do not resent your special characteristics or the constraints they place upon you, My dear one, for they are to the glory of God, and will be for the praise from many unto the Lord.

May you not receive God's grace in vain for now is the time of God's favor and the day of salvation. 2 Corinthians 6

May you give no offense or cause anyone to stumble by the way you live so that your work for God will be blameless and no fault will be found with your service to the Most High. 2 Corinthians 6

As a servant of the Most High God, may your life demonstrate your ministry and exhibit your obedience in great endurance; in troubles, hardships and distresses; in beatings, imprisonments and riots; in hard work, sleepless nights and hunger; in purity, understanding, patience and kindness; in the Holy Spirit and in sincere love; in truthful speech and in the power of God; with weapons of righteousness in the right hand and in the left; through glory and dishonor, bad report and good report; genuine, yet regarded as imposters; known, yet regarded as unknown; dying, and yet living on; beaten and yet not killed; sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; poor, yet making many rich; having nothing, and yet possessing everything. 2 Corinthians 6

May you have no fear as you make God your refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, its waters roaring and foaming and the mountains quaking with their surgings. Psalm 46

May you find that city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells, and the river whose streams make the city glad, though other nations are in uproar and kingdoms without God fall, for the Lord Almighty is with you and the God of Jacob is your fortress. Psalm 46

May you come and see the works of the Lord, the astonishing things brought on the earth as He makes wars cease across the earth, breaking the weapons and burning the shields, that all would be still and know that He is God, exalted among the nations, honored in the earth, mighty among us and ever our fortress. Psalm 46

Though senselessness disturbs our heart and foolishness fills us when we are young, may we embrace the loving discipline of our heavenly Father Who is able to remove it far from us. Proverbs 22:15