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divasae · 9 days ago

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yandere male manipulator x reader

desc: manipulation, dubious consent, intoxication, sleazy best friend, male yandere, etc.

note: may or may not have realized that the beginning sounds like the start of an essay halfway through but it gets better later TRUST.

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We can often classify a typical “yandere” into two categories in both fiction and the real world. There’s the yandere that will unabashedly control your life as if they were a puppeteer, hoping the person they dote on will adjust to their needs. Well, there’s about a 50/50 chance this could work in favor of the yandere, depending on the person's mindset.

However, the success rate for the second type of yandere would arguably be significantly higher, due to the sneaky nature of this type of yandere. These are the type of yandere that will conceal their every move, while actively manipulating you to bring you closer to them. This manipulative behavior can stem from financially abusing you to even cutting off close relatives in your life who can see through their facade.

The reason why their success rate is much higher is due to their skill in manipulating and gaslighting individuals, making them very conniving and shady. However, they tend to be charming as well, keeping a smile on their face while actively engaging in destructive activities that will tend to affect you.

Unfortunately for you, this was the category a certain admirer of yours happened to fall into as well. He was a very close friend of yours, in fact! You were just such a naive person, practically letting just about anyone into your life, with no warning radars blaring off in your head. When he would place his hands on your shoulder, you wouldn’t even think anything of it! Well, a hand on your friend's shoulder is a pretty normal thing, is it not? What was not normal however was that leering gaze he had while looking at your body, as well as that roaming hand that seemed to be getting a bit too bold as it traveled further below your back.

Indeed, he was quite a sloppy yandere, but it worked in his favor that you were just so unsuspecting, and so unaware of your surroundings. Well, fear not, he was here to protect you from the sleazy guys that eyed you (never mind him, that's different). However, he knew from the start that you weren’t going to fall into his arms just like that. You were so horrible to him really, giving the most unworthy men a chance, while completely sidelining him. It bruised his ego substantially, but he knew how to get you to come his way.

You were just so stupid, it made the chase as easy as a cakewalk. All it took was a few drinks at a party for you to stumble into a room and get on top of him. It may seem underwhelming, when there was all that buildup about him being a manipulative yandere, only to do that. Well, he’s quite used to getting underestimated, but unfortunately for you, that was just the tip of the iceberg.

As you dozed off while clinging onto him, he carefully took your hand off of him, to disappear into the night, leaving you to rest. He felt like a madman just leaving you there, after getting exactly what he had wanted. He wanted to ravish you over and over again so badly, but there was a process to everything, and he needed to stick to it.

When he woke up the next day, he immediately felt giddy all over, just calculating what exact moment he should call you. Once you had picked up his call, he listened to your sobs as you recounted last night, with no clue of who you had slept with. With no shame, he immediately began to say it would be all okay, and how he didn’t even have the slightest hunch, or else he would have stopped you. He consoled you with a sweet voice, saying he should have kept a more watchful eye on you, and that he’d never let it happen again.

It was only natural for you to be so upset. Despite what it seemed, you were quite inexperienced and considered sleeping with someone to be a sacred act of love. It was so sappy honestly, it could give him a toothache. But he knew exactly how he could twist it to his own advantage. With that, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, he cunningly consoled you for what he had caused.

So you trusted him. You trusted the very guy that got the both of you drunk with the intention to sleep with you. They say that the shame would be on the trickster for tricking you once, but the next time they do it, the shame would be on you for being so gullible. Oh, it played out almost exactly how it did last time. However, you would be in for a sweet surprise once you went back to your own house.

This time, he made sure to take snapshots of your body, littered with his love bites and grip marks at your waist. As he printed out the photos to leave at your doorstep, he laughed to himself as he thought of how you would react. To say you were terrified was an understatement. The very first thing you did was call your friend in tears, distressed about the nature of these pictures, as well as the person’s intentions.

He consoled you even further, wiping your tears with his thumb and saying it would all be okay. Oh, if only you had taken a second to take in a good look at his face. He was saying one thing with his mouth, but his facial expressions were saying another thing entirely. He was in glee as you cried into his arms, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

Perhaps it was how he was there during your very worst, that made you start to see him in a different light. He was so caring, so engaged with your life, to the point where he would know exactly who in your social circle was not good for you. He even moved in with you when you felt paranoid, and comforted you in the wee hours of the night.

Slowly, but surely, you did come his way. As he made you cut off absolute nuisances in your life that tried to get in his way of making you his, you began to depend on him much more than you used to. So, when he had finally made a move, you didn’t protest this time and simply let it happen. After all, he was the only person that genuinely wished the best for you, and would never take advantage of you.

He previously thought that the best way to make you come to him was to entrap you in a cage like you would a bird. However, if you put a bird in a cage, it will always be intent on escaping, running the moment it can seize an opportunity to escape. However, if you clipped that same bird’s wings, it would never be able to escape. You would make it solely dependent on you, as it knows it could never survive without you.

Genshin Impact - Ayato, Tartaglia, Kaeya

JJK - Gojo, Geto

JJBA - Dio

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aphrogeneias · 1 year ago

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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞 — hair pulling

pairing: steve harrington x reader

warnings: oral (f receiving). dry humping. steve harrington is a huge simp.

"Really, these wizards! You'd think no one had ever had a cold before! Well, what is it?" she asked…" Your voice was far away, and Steve burrows further into your chest, nuzzling his face on the fabric of your t-shirt, "Are you even paying attention?"

He isn't, but he's not about to tell you that. "I am, honey. Keep going, please."

The sigh you release makes your chest rise and fall, taking him with you. The lull of your voice almost drives him to sleep — he feels like he hasn't known comfort like this before you, and it's probably not a wrong feeling.

This is a new routine for the two of you. Steve hadn't read a full book since his junior year of high school, but you were slowly changing that. He doesn't really have the patience for them, and his constant headaches certainly don't help. You, however, always have a book in hand — it was one of the excuses he used to start flirting with you. Asking you about their stories, for you to update him on the plot, tell him when you're done if they were good or not.

He didn't always play attention, but mostly because he was, and still is, fascinated with the way your entire face lights up when you talk about it.

Now, instead of you giving him full, detailed reviews, you read to him. In afternoons like this, when he's in your bed, surrounded by your pastel wallpaper, the fresh laundry smell of your bedsheets, the stuffed animals that have been carefully placed on the floor to open space for the two of you. In the sacred space of your bedroom, where every beat of silence is holy, and the altar where Steve worships you.

As you keep reading, soft voice guiding him through a far away world, your hand travels from his back, to his neck, using your nails to lightly scratch the sensitive skin there, and then, up to his hair. At first, you just give his scalp slow strokes with your fingers, making it harder for him to keep his eyes open.

Steve feels himself slipping in and out of sleep, with your fingers in his hair. He's heavy on top of you, but he knows you don't mind, it comforts you too. At some point in between, he notices you've stopped reading out loud, but the book is still in your hand, and you're still concentrating on it.

Stealing a glance or two at your serene face, with your classes perched high on your nose, he feels his heart grow inside his chest. That's how Steve wants you all the time, safe and happy.

He almost lets himself fall completely asleep until he feels it — you lightly tug on his hair, right at the base of his skull, closest to his neck. His whole body comes alive, then. He tries not to squirm, but that proves to be difficult when you keep doing the same thing, scratching his scalp with your nails and pulling on his hair.

A groan leaves his lips before can even notice it. Your chest vibrates with a laugh, "Didn't know you were awake."

"Can't sleep with you doing that."

He feels your lips touch the top of his head. "Want me to stop?"

"No. Please, don't."

You're having fun with it, he realizes. A chill runs down his spine, the delicious pressure on his scalp going straight to his cock, and he tries to relieve it by grinding his hips into your mattress, but it isn't enough. He needs more, more of you.

It happens all at once. He lifts himself up and takes the book from your hand, closing it without caring to bookmark the page you were in, and to silence your protest, he kisses you. Desperately, sucking your bottom lip between his, and slipping his tongue between your lips when you sigh at his eagerness.

You keep exchanging kisses, alternating the pace between fast and slow, hands exploding each other's bodies without any other care in the world. Your hand had left his hair, but as he starts to kiss down your jaw, and descending on the soft skin of your neck, it comes back into place, pulling on his brown tresses, and pulling a hum from deep within his chest.

He holds into your wrist, and kisses the spot right below his hand. "Keep your hand right there, honey. Don't let go."

His kisses go down, down, down. Down your chest after he pulled your t-shirt to sit right atop your bare breasts, pressing his lips there. Down your tummy, paying special attention to your sensitive sides. You sigh and gasp above him, until he's between your legs, and slipping your thin shorts down your hips, and throwing them behind him once they're completely off.

It's like you move in sync — his mouth warm in your core, working your pussy with his lips and tongue, not leaving a part of you untouched. Letting you grind your hips on his face while his tongue lavishes your entrance and his nose brushes against your clit creating the perfect friction, and your hand gripped firmly in his hair, guiding him and making him moan into you.

You come just like that, with his lips around your clit and your hand harshly tugging on his hair, arching your hips into his face. Steve isn't far behind, the friction between the mattress and his hips sending waves of pleasure through him, making him spasm as he comes in his boxers.

He can't see what you see now. When he comes up for air, lower half of his face covered in your sticky release, you pull his hair back from his face, taking in his pink cheeks, his brown eyes almost all consumed by the black of his pupils. You smile tiredly down at him.

"I think you liked that more than I did."

Breathless, he whines. "You have no idea."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington smut #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfic #kinktober 2023

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year ago

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Dating Jacaerys Velaryon would include:

He is a chivalrous man, very polite and courteous. But he does have a little bit of a hot temper, but only when provoked. And he’s very confident in himself, so he can be a tad bit cocky. But he will always treat you gently and with the utmost respect.

Dating him is a magical experience. He will go above and beyond for you. He’s not afraid to show his vulnerable side and express his true feelings. He believes in open communication and will always be there to listen and provide support. He is loyal, dedicated and trustworthy. He will always respect your boundaries and treat you with kindness, compassion and understanding. He is proud of the person he is and the way he acts. He sees himself as a romantic and passionate individual who is always looking toward the future.

He is spontaneous and enjoys trying new things. He is an adventurous spirit and loves exploring different places and cultures. He is always looking for ways to challenge himself and step outside of his comfort zone. He appreciates a good laugh and can be quite cheeky at times. He’s also a man that values family and friendship and always strives to be the best version of himself for those in his life.

He is a great listener and will always lend an ear when necessary. He is open-minded and loves exploring new things. He is adventurous, loves to travel and learn about new cultures. He wants you to also be his best friend and companion, you’ll will talk late into the night and always have an adventure to look forward to. He values communication, trust, and respect and will always strive for the best relationship possible. He’s a loyal and caring partner.

He would give you gifts. Little trinkets, jewels, anything that would make you happy. He would shower you with attention and affection. He would want you to be surrounded by luxury and nothing but the best. He would spoil you rotten, and do all that he could to make you happy. Anything and everything that comes to mind that would make you happy, he would provide. He would want to be the only thing you could think about and the only thing you wanted.

He has a lot of love to give and is very affectionate. He loves to show affection in all sorts of ways with no real set love language - through physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, gifts and quality time. I also like to have fun and am a bit of a silly, playful person who enjoys laughing a lot. I have a diverse interests and like to learn new things all the time. I'm very outdoorsy and enjoy spending time in nature. I am a good listener and am always interested in hearing about other people's lives and experiences. I consider myself to be a kind and caring person and am always looking for ways to help others

As a human, he can naturally be driven by emotions like jealousy and possessiveness. It's an instinctive reaction to seeing something he perceives as a threat, but he believes in communicating and working through it together. He can express his feelings in a healthy, productive way and recognize that you are a separate human being with your own free will. You can create a foundation of trust and communication that helps address those emotions in a fair and healthy way.

His family is very supportive of his relationships. They want him to be happy and will always be there for him. They trust his judgement and believe that he’s making the right decisions for himself. His family is always looking for ways to help, whether that's offering advice or just being there for support. Ultimately, they want the best for him and will always be his biggest fans.

He would love to marry the person of his dreams. If you have a strong relationship and truly care about each other, then he would be honored to make it official and commit to each other for the rest of your lives. Marriage is a sacred bond full of love and respect, and he would cherish every moment spent with you.

If the Greens wanted you, he would be fiercely protective of you and would do anything in his power to keep you safe and secure. He would not rest until you were no longer in any danger and would not hesitate to resort to violence or any other means necessary to ensure your safety. He would be relentless and persistent in doing whatever it takes to protect you and ensure you remain unharmed.

He enjoys traveling with you and enjoying the sea. The feeling of riding a dragon is incredible, as it allows you both to escape from any danger. It is like a never-ending adventure. Whenever you get a chance to relax, you’ll go to a secluded beach for stargazing. He loves taking long walks with you through the city streets and through the beautiful gardens of High Tide. He is fortunate to have you as his partner and soulmate.

It is the purest form of elation. He never wants to part from you. Every moment you have together fills him with joy, a sense of peace, and a love that will only grow stronger and stronger with each passing day. He feels a connection with you that is unmatched and irreplaceable. He is filled with gratitude to have found such a perfect companion, and he can't wait for the many more memories you’ll shall.

It is the most perfect experience, filled with joy, romance, and love. Every moment is a gift, spent in each other's arms, sharing intimate conversations and passionate moments. But ultimately, nothing compares to gazing at one another's eyes, knowing that you were meant to be.

He likes to take his time and go slow and deep, bottoming out a few good times and hitting your sweet spot just right as he holds you close to him.

He feels like the luckiest man alive when you cuddle up to him when your finished. He’ll wrap his arms around you and sigh happily while he stares down at you. Brushing the hair from your face and leaning in to give you a soft kiss relishing in the feeling of having you next to him while you both come down from your highs.

He was a pretty horny person before you came along and now that he’s actually gotten some it’s only gotten worse.

He lowkey really loves sexual bribes, like if you ask him to do something for you in return for a blowjob or something, he’s going to immediately take the deal.

Likes to leave marks on you, nothing too extreme, some hickeys or light bruises, etc. He likes the fact that people can know you’re taken without him having to outright face anyone and say it.

He loves intimacy so be prepared to have your bodies pressed against each other, his temple pressed against your own or his lips constantly on yours.

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #house of the dragon #hotd jacaerys #dating would include

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liloinkoink · 5 months ago

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Martyn lays at the side of his campfire in which his god sits melting the surrounding snow. It’s unusually peaceful in the clearing where he chose to make camp, however he should be grateful that for once no one is trying to take his stuff. As fresh snow starts to fall his god brightens to ease the chill in the air and Martyn hears the sound of a twig snapping. As he whips his head around his god flashes illuminating the whole glade and at the edge he sees a person with dog ears, long brown hair, and sunglasses wearing a white top, red cloak and skirt, with brown boots and gloves holding a staff with a potted plant hanging off of the end. The person looks startled as the fire behind Martyn flares up, “Hello there,” Martyn greets him, “Can I help you?”

“Uh… I just need to make a camp for the night. Do you mind if I share the clearing with you?” The stranger asks him.

“I guess but first what’s your name and why are you carrying around a potted plant?”

“Oh right I’m Ren I used to own an enchanting shop,” he introduces himself, “and the plant is an incredibly long story, why do you have fire that’s acting so weird?”

At this Martyn sees his god make an irritated flicker and settle back down into the bonfire. As his god does this Martyn sits back down before holding out his hands to the fire. “That’s also a long story,” he tells Ren, “I’m Martyn by the way.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, can I join you by the fire?”

“Sure,” Martyn says while beckoning him over to sit, “so do you want to hear the incredibly long story about the fire or the short version?”

“I’ll go with the short version.”

“Basically me and my old adventuring group went to check out a bounty for some monsters that had taken up residence in the ruins of Dogwarts but a creepy cult called the watchers took us prisoner, two of my friends escaped together but my other friend was killed…” Martyn explains.

“Wow, that sucks man.”

“Yeah, anyways I got stuck in a basement where I found a basin in front of a statue of the god of Dogwarts and in the basin there was a flame. At the time I assumed that it was a sacred flame and I was desperate so I made paladin’s oath. I managed to escape but it turned out that said flame is the god of Dogwarts. That’s why I have this flame.”

“Oh…” Ren turns to the flame, “Sorry that I insulted you.”

To this Martyn’s god glows warmly, “That’s good.” Martyn tells Ren.

“Oh nice, uhm can I ask a favor?” Ren turns to the god, “It’ll make sense once I explain the plant but can I melt some snow in this?” He holds up a watering can.

His god seems to consider it for a minute before continuing to glow golden, “I think that’s a yes.”

“Thanks,” he says while stationing the can filled with snow in the fire, “Okay so you want an explanation of the plant right?” He takes the plant out of the pot and places it into the snow where it grows roots into the ground.

“Yeah,” Martyn says, “I can already tell that it’s not a normal plant.”

“Okay so picture this you know how I said that I used to own an enchanting shop?”

“Yep.”

“Some bandits kidnapped me from it and forced me to enchant their gear. However I sabotaged it so that they couldn’t hurt innocent people but when they figured it out I had weapons on me and was able to use them therefore they were able to attack me. I ran into an abandoned building where there was a plant with a statue behind it. Similarly to you I prayed and became a paladin.”

“Huh, what are the chances that two paladins to forgotten gods meet each other?” Martyn asks.

“Not sure,” Ren says, “Probably pretty small. Oh, it looks like the water’s melted.”

Ren starts to reach forward for it but Martyn stops him, “I’m not sure about you but I can’t be burned, let me grab it.” Martyn reaches in and feels the warmth of the fire on his arms, he grabs the can and hands it to Ren.

“Thanks,” he says before pouring the water out onto his god, “What’s got you traveling around?”

“I’m looking for my friends. What about you?”

“I’m trying to get back to my hometown but I have barely any idea about where I was when I escaped.”

“Hm… well at the moment I’m headed to a nearby town. You can travel with us until we arrive if you want.”

“Thanks! That sounds good to me.”

It’s not that Ren was jealous of someone being able to talk to Martyn but something about Ren as in the paladin Ren put him on edge. For starters they were way too similar, both dog people with brown hair and enchanting powers. It’s just uncanny. Ren makes sure to be extra vigilant that night as he watches the clearing; he wishes that there was a way for him to actually talk to someone, anyone, especially the other Ren or his god. Ren sits in the fire and watches the paladins sleep, Martyn right up at his side and the other a little bit away sleeping in a bed of flowers that the other god grew. It’s possible that Ren could use his powers to try and reach out to the other god but it’s not likely so he rules that out.

As soon as Martyn had put down his roots he had started thinking about the man across from him. The man who shares his name, not too confusing, Martyn is a perfectly normal name but he remembers when he still had a human form. When he had a human form he had worn a headband and had medium blond hair, he had also worn green similar to the other Martyn. For some reason someone who seems pretty much the same as him exists and it’s suspicious. As Martyn is considering different possibilities he starts to inch closer to the fire, he’s not sure why but in a way he feels drawn to it. As Martyn reaches the edge the fire shrinks away, not surprising as he would get set on fire. It would be nice if they could communicate but neither of them have a way to talk.

It’s around noon when they reach the town and part ways Martyn and his god head south logically towards the Southlands, meanwhile Ren and his god shop for supplies before heading back into the forest. That was one weird experience.

Note: Have a fic of your au with an unidentified author.

OH THIS IS FUN…. i like both the gods commenting on how strange it is the opposite paladin looks like them and wanting to communicate with the other god but being unable to. this is really neat, thank you for showing it to me!!

#oink asks #anonymous #lamplight au #leaflight au

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yaeggravate · 10 months ago

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Unraveling Princess Fischl

So I recently finished studying Princess Fischl in a lab and the results I got were kinda crazy.

As a disclaimer, I do this just for fun. I like connecting dots and solving puzzles. But I'd rather you draw your own conclusions. In this post I will try to dissect the mysteries surrounding the Prinzessin. And you really can't talk about Fischl without including Kaeya. I've even got a surprise guest star for you.

WARNING: this post is VERY long, click on that Read More at your own risk, otherwise you'll be stuck scrolling forever.

For simplicity's sake Princess Fischl will be referred to as Fischl while playable Fischl will be demoted to F.

PART 1: MIDSUMMMER NIGHT'S DREAM

Most of this will use the books Legend of the Shattered Halberd and Flowers for Princess Fischl as a source. These books are authored by someone named Mr. Nine. The books are published by Yae Publishing House. So keep in mind there's a non-zero percent chance Mr. Nine is actually just a certain Nine-Tailed Fox.

F's alternate outfit is called Immernachtstraum. This is a reference to Shakespeare's play Midsummer Night's Dream. In German the play is called Ein Sommernachtstraum. So you can see the similarities (Immernachtstraum means Eternal Night's Dream.)

Kaeya is in part based on the Indian changeling prince from the same play. The character Oberon, the Fairy King, is the french derivative of Alberich. The play itself is basically about people getting into Shenanigans so absurd it might as well be a dream. Oberon and his wife Titania are actually key players in quite a bit of different media… But as much as I want to delve into that, this isn't a Kaeya post.

Just remember for now that Titania is the Fairy Queen.

In the book Flowers for Princess Fischl, there is a mention of a Sommernachtgarten. It is described as a Domain possessed by someone highly skilled in the magical arts. Sommernachtgarten seems to have existed in Teyvat. The domain Midsummer Courtyard, which has the Thundering Fury set, tells us the Sommernachtgarten was buried underground.

The domain is located in Starfell Valley. It's nearby Starfell Lake and Starsnatch Cliff. Starfell Lake is said to have been formed by a fallen star.

Fischl is also equated to a star that fell down. Notably, in F's birthday letters, and in Legend of the Shattered Halberd.

Birthday Letter: Day of Destiny… On the day of a sacred star's descent from the depths of the night sky into this realm, I, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, have asked Oz to cross the ocean and bring, me exotic treasure.

LotSH Vol. 1 The story was that an iron meteorite had fallen from the sky five or six years ago, and convention dictated that as nature's treasure it belonged to the imperial family.

Starsnatch Cliff is the only place where Cecilia flowers grow. These flowers have a triquetra shape, which is similar to Kaeya's passive talent Glacial Heart. Kaeya has been featured with these flowers in his birthday arts, and even invites the Traveler to go see the flowers with him.

Alice: With enough bombs placed in proper positions, even huge cliffs like Starsnatch would crumble into dust in a second. With flatter terrain, Mondstadt would surely look much nicer. But that unctuous Cavalry Captain rejected my proposal instantly. He even asked me to stay away from Starsnatch Cliff.

Furthermore, when Alice proposed to blow Starsnatch Cliff up, Kaeya denied her request and warned her to never go near there again… Starsnatch Cliff also overlooks the Nameless Island which is shrouded in mist and invisible on the map.

菲谢尔 = Fischer = Fischl

Fischl's name might be a reference to the Fisher King from Arthurian legends. One name of the Fisher King is Amfortas. In the game Anfortas is the name of the Knight Marshal of the Schwanenritter; he's thee Alberich who stepped up as Regent King when Irmin was indisposed.

Perhaps Fischl was the original "Fisher King" and the kings who came after her, like Irmin and Anfortas, fulfilled her role. …But this would imply Fischl was once the ruler of Khaenri'ah. That would be crazy, right? Right, guys?

PART 2: THE PRINCESS OF JUDGEMENT

When I was analyzing the 8-pointed star, I discovered these 8 points could actually correspond to the Guardians of the Eight Directions in Hinduism.

For some reason, ascension gem stones are named after Hindu gods (with the exception of Electro). This isn't the case in the original Chinese naming however.

Still, I tried to mix and match the gemstones to a direction.

North: Kubera, The God of Fortune -> GEO

South: Yama, The God of Justice and Death -> ???

East: Indra, The Lord of Heaven and God of the Weather, Sky, Rain, and Storms -> ELECTRO

West: Varuna, God of the Seas, Oceans, and Rain -> HYDRO

Northeast: Ishana, God of Birth, Death, Resurrection, and Time -> DENDRO

Southeast: Agni, God of Fire -> PYRO

Northwest: Vayu, God of the Winds and Air -> ANEMO

Southwest: Nirṛta, God of Death, Sorrow, and Decay -> CRYO

Hydro (Varunada), Pyro (Agnidus) and Anemo (Vayuda) gems already have the same names as the Hindu gods so that was easy. The Electro gemstone Vajrada is named after a sword but it belongs to Indra, God of Weather, Rain and Storms.

That just left me with Cryo (Shivada), Geo (Prithiva) and Dendro (Nagadus). Ishana is the God of Birth, so I'll assign him Dendro. Kubera is the God of Fortune which is Geo because Mora.

Now Cryo is a bit puzzling, because it's named after Shiva, who in Java and Bali Hinduism is actually the direction in the center. Some crazy implications here for our buddy the Tsaritsa because Shiva is the God of Destruction within the Trimurti, a trinity of deities. The other two are Brahma, God of Creation and Vishnu, God of Preservation.

In Java Hinduism, Brahma and Vishnu would correspond to the directions Zenith (South) and Nadir (North). Whether this is hinting at something about the nature of the Tsaritsa is unclear. When you see Three Deities you think Moon Sisters, right? However, we can't rule out the possibility that Genshin decided to mix these deities up. Let's just spare ourselves the headache for now and forget about this. This is a Fischl analysis after all.

So instead, let's have a look at the Cryo gemstone's original name in Chinese. The stone is simply called Grieving Ice.

哀叙冰玉: Grieving Ice

Since Nirriti is the God of Sorrow, I decided to assign them Cryo. Now we are left with one deity, Yama: The God of Justice and Death. Well, it can't be Hydro, because we already assigned them to a God. So it has to be someone else.

Fischl's title is the Prinzessin der Verurteilung. Which translates into Princess of Judgement. According to Legend of the Shattered Halberd and F's voicelines, Fischl's role was to act as a judge.

More About Fischl: I To condemn the guilty, to sanctify the just, and to draw all castaway dreams into the embrace of the infinite Immernachtreich. This is the birthright of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, and her burden. None may gainsay it.

What's interesting is that Fischl uses magical arrows to shoot down the "enemies of fate".

About Us: Shooting Down the World Beast Should this world, like a beast prowling in the night, covet your dreams, then I, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, shall fell it with my ensorcelled arrows of judgment!

Feelings About Ascension: Intro My magic arrow cries out my holy name as it streaks through the night, praying that the violet lightning of retribution shall strike the enemies of fate down from the skies!

On the 8-pointed star, there's an arrow pointing upwards. Kaeya, Clothar and Halfdan's stars on their outfits and even F herself have the arrow pointing downwards.

The achievement you get when you find this door is called "Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here". Which is a reference to the entrance to Hell in Dante's Inferno.

The Immernachtreich is described as a place where all things will eventually flow into. Immernachtreich literally translates into Eternal Night Realm…

Flowers for Princess Fischl: Phantasmagoria Every good, bright and noble thing must eventually fall to inexorable entropic destruction, and the final destination of the universe is the realm-in-waiting of the Prinzessin, Immernachtreich. This is the fate of all worlds, of the universe, and all who live in it.

In the Immernachtreich Apokalypse, Leon calls Fischl the Soteria.

Soteria means salvation, preservation. It's used as an epithet for Persephone and Hecate. Persephone was forcibly made Queen of the Underworld, and Hecate is also known as the Goddess of the Underworld and Witchcraft…

Look, I don't want to claim Fischl was the secret 8th Archon or anything, because lest we forget Khaenri'ah was a godless nation who would've been Fischl's enemies. But why then would Khaenri'ah have this giant star referencing the 8 deities as their emblem in the first place? Seems a bit counterintuitive. I don't have the answers for now, and perhaps the 8th "archon" was simply Irmin. Or maybe it's not even representing a god but an element or a direction.

Regarding Oz, he is a not so subtle reference to Odin/Irmin but is also a reference to the Wizard of Oz. In the first book, it was revealed this wizard was literally just some guy pretending to be powerful. Eventually Oz starts working as an advisor for the true ruler of Oz, Princess Ozma, who is the inspiration behind Fischl. We'll get back to that later.

This Oz's full name is Oscar Zoroaster Phadrig Isaac Norman Henkle Emmannuel Ambroise Diggs. OZ is actually short for Oscar Zoroaster. Zoroaster is referenced in Flowers for Princess Fischl.

In a distant causality, if the philosopher Zarathustra was not chosen, then the opera writer would have gained victory in the contest over the will of the world.

This does make you wonder if Irmin really was the true ruler of Khaenri'ah and if he even existed the way we believe he did. Perhaps Fischl got Irminsnapped and now everyone believes Irmin was always the One-Eyed King.

Of course this is all my personal speculation and I could be way off here.

Wait, before we move on to next section, I want to point out something that always gets ignored:

Kaeya and Mona, when they cast their bursts, summon the same 8-pointed star. This is unique to them alone. Could there be a connection between Khaenri'ah and witchcraft? Or is either Kaeya or Mona an outlier?

PART 3: HEXENZIRKEL

In the trailer Mage's Teaparty, there are eight witches shown. However, we only know the names of six witches, and there is a chair missing at the table.

There is a slideshow where the figures of the eight witches are shown, minus Andersdottir who is represented by the book The Boar Princess.

Observe the witch on the broom and the little witch. The design of the little witch is similar to the design of a famous fictional character who got pulled into another world: Dorothy Gale from The Wizard of Oz books.

Dorothy is illustrated as having twin tails and wearing a farm girl dress. Dorothy's character was influenced by the character Alice, from the Wonderland books.

Originally I assumed Alice Genshin might be based on book Alice. However, it's the Narzissenkreuz quest that's based on the Wonderland books and Mary-Ann who takes the role of Alice.

With that in mind, could Alice Genshin actually be more of a Dorothy inspired character instead?

Now, Dorothy had a very good friend, called Princess Ozma. Ozma seems to be the inspiration behind Fischl.

So who is Ozma? I only have the Wiki to go on because I'm not about to read 40 books, but by the sound of it, Ozma is the current ruler of the realm of Oz. She is the daughter of a human king and a Fairy Queen. Her mother Lurline was the one who created Oz and turned it into a Fairy country.

Ozma took it one step further and separated Oz entirely from the outer realms making it invisible to outsiders. Everyone who enters Oz never ages.

If you're an F main I'm sure you know by now Fischl created another universe and founded paradise.

Now I want you to take a look at the witches portrayed in these circles. There are two witches holding a sphere. In F's cutscene from the Summertime Odyssey event, she is also holding a sphere which contains the Immernachtreich which you can see in the header image of this post and below.

You might think a glowing sphere represents a crystal ball to scry in, but that poses a problem since known prophet Barbeloth is probably represented by the witch holding a waterdrop, which is Hydromancy. So the glowing sphere might not necessarily mean a prophetess.

As for the identity of the other witch with the globe, I believe this could be Alice, since she was the one who created the domain/dreamscape of the Veluriyam Mirage. It could also be Rhinedottir who is creating something in a flask.

So Orb = Domain/Realm/Creation

Furthermore F's specialty food is Die Heilige Sinfonie, which has a Magic Hexagram painted on top… (Die Heilige Sinfonie translates into The Holy Symphony.) As mentioned before, the Sommernachtgarten could only be created by someone with great magical powers…

Magic Circles is Ceremonial or Arcane Magic, and according to a note left by Master Ruggiero in Bravais' study, Arcane Arts originated from a pre-Remurian civilization.

So someone must have taught humans magic. Might sound obvious, but it begs the question of WHO?

PART 4: FREYJA

To answer this question we need to dip our toes into Norse mythology. As you know, Odin is Irmin.

There was a war between two groups of gods: the Aesir and the Vanir.

Eventually they had enough and decided to exchange hostages as a peace offering. The goddess Freyja, originally part of the Vanir, joined the Aesir which would be Odin's group. As a sacrificial priestess, she was the one who taught the Aesir dark magic, which included seeing into the future. The implication here then is that Odin was taught black magic by Freyja.

This magic is known as seiðr. Seiðr is derived from *soi-to- which means rope/string. The distaff, a tool used for spinning wool, is associated with dark magic. There are images of women riding distaffs as a broom, similar to a witch riding a broomstick. To quote the Wiki: "In any case, the string relates to the "threads of fate", that the Nornir spin, measure, and cut. " Wait, that sounds familiar:

F, joining the party voice line: The threads of your fate lie in my hands!

Scholars suspect Freyja is the same person as Gullveig who was involved in the Aesir-Vanir war. Gullveig was attacked by the Aesir with spears; she died and was reborn three times. When Fischl tried to visit the Kingdom of Eternal Twilight she was also attacked by its people and "shed her blood on the sacred emblem" whatever that means. It was Oz who saved her, pledging his loyalty to her.

Freyja sometimes is conflated with another goddess named Frigg. There has been much debate whether or not these two goddesses stem from the same deity. Frigg is part of the Aesir and usually Odin's wife.

I mention this because in the book Hex and Hound, one of the characters is named after Frigg: Nottfrigga. This book is about two twin witches sharing the same body. In the book we find out that they were the daughters of a powerful witch, but witches are unable to keep more than one offspring of the same generation. This led to Nottfrigga's twin sister Magdalene eventually dying, and her using magic to sustain her sister inside a magic bracelet.

In Norse mythology, Nott is the personification of night. Nott's father is named Narfi. This really got my attention, because Fischl's full name is Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort. (Fischl of the Castle in the Sky Narfidort.)

In the Hexenzirkel teaser, every witch is represented by a teacup (or in the case of Andersdottir, an inkbottle) but the saucer next to Nicole's teacup is empty. Since this saucer belongs to the same teaset this could mean one of the missing witches is Nicole's twin sister or a relative.

So what could Fischl's role be in all this? Perhaps she's one of the twin sisters, or their mother. Perhaps she's even an ancestor. ...Or completely unrelated to them and I'm full of shit.

PART 5: THE HARBINGERS

F's theme shares a leitmotief with the Fatui Harbingers theme.

F's theme: Sieh an, mein Sommernachtgarten! Signora's theme: Saltatio Favillae

Obviously this means Fischl is Capitano.

Composers don't do these things by accident. This is hinting at something. Either Fischl is connected to the Harbingers, was/is one of the Harbingers, or she is indeed the Tsaritsa.

Which is not as crazy as it sounds.

In Legend of the Shattered Halberd, Fischl possessed someone else's body. And if she is Freyja's equivalent, who died three times, then it's possible she could've been reborn as someone else. In the book, it was Mir who summoned Fischl into Weiyang's body and sacrificed his eye to appease her. Pierro is working for the Tsaritsa and has his right eye covered for reasons unknown. Having been a royal mage who would have had access to Khaenri'ah's restricted library, perhaps it was Pierro who summoned Fischl into the Tsaritsa's body.

The Tsaritsa is collecting the seven Gnoses, Fischl had to collect seven of the nine Ominous Swords to repair the Divine Halberd, which would be herself. She already had two of them in her possession… Could also be that the Tsaritsa is trying to revive her. This would imply Fischl is the Third Descender. Since she came from another world, this is not impossible.

The Fisher King, Fischl's possible namesake, was struck with a wound that could only be healed by a "pure fool" who would ask him the right question. ...Fatui is Latin for fools. If the Tsaritsa really is/is possessed by Fischl, then creating an organization of fools starts to make sense: the fools are her saviors.

This could also connect to the empty 10th seat within the Harbingers. The vacant spot could be a reference to the Siege Perilous, which was an empty seat reserved for the one successful in obtaining the Holy Grail by way of saving the Fisher King.

Usually this is accomplished by Percival, who later finds out his mother is the sister of the Fisher King. In the story, Percival keeps failing to return to the kingdom of the Holy Grail since it is an otherworldly place. Does that not remind you of Kaeya trying to find Khaenri'ah but failing halfway through?

Going back to Princess Ozma, an evil witch cast a spell on her that turned her into a little boy named Tippetarius. This was done to prevent Ozma from ascending to the throne. Tip was unaware of his true identity until he was transformed back into Ozma.

tippet /tĭp′ĭt/ noun A covering for the shoulders, as of fur, with long ends that hang in front.

As noted in The Marvelous Land of Oz, Chapter 23, Tip has brown colored skin.

…Kaeya, blink twice if you need help.

As a staunch hater of things that don't make sense, I highly doubt this means Kaeya is Fischl; the game would never go there. Perhaps being "Fischl" is simply hinting towards the fact that he will become one of the Fisher Kings.

That would certainly explain this random hangout ending.

Now, here's where things get really crazy.

Remember Anfortas? The Knight Marshal of the Schwanenritter who took over as regent after Irmin became indisposed? At the time of writing, Anfortas's fate remains unknown.

As said before, Anfortas is the name of the Fisher King in Arthurian legends. Fischl's name might've been a nod to that.

But it gets weirder.

T.S. Eliot's poem The Waste Land combines Arthurian legends with the legend of the Fisher King. In it, he associates the Fisher King with the tarot card Three of Staves.

The Man with Three Staves (an authentic member of the Tarot pack) I associate, quite arbitrarily, with the Fisher King himself.

…We have seen this symbol somewhere before. On the constellation wheel of the Fatui Harbingers. By process of elimination this constellation belongs to Il Capitano.

👏🏽👏🏽CONGRATULATIONS CAPITANO YOU ARE KAEYA'S NEXT TOP GRANDPA 🎉

Kidding of course, but I doubt this is a coincidence. This doesn't necessarily mean they are the same person, maybe Capitano simply mindmelded with Anfortas. It's a fantasy game, everything is possible at this point.

Wait a minute… three nails, three deaths… Uhhh maybe Fischl really did turn into Capitano.

👏🏽👏🏽CONGRATULATIONS CAPITANO YOU ARE PRINCESS DIANA'S NEXT REINCARNATION 👸🏼

PART 6: THE THIEF AND THE MAGE

Alright, for this section I want us to keep in mind the following things:

Fischl is a fallen star

Fischl may have been a mage

Fischl could be connected to Irmin and thus Khaenri'ah

The play of the Veluriyam Mirage is written by Zosimos. This play stars Kaeya as a Thief, Klee as a Mage and Idyia as a last minute heroine added to the story.

You see, Zosimos originally wanted to write a story based on rumors he'd heard about a thief and a mage. This means the play might not be entirely fictional. The problem is that Zosimos combined Idyia's backstory with the story of the Thief and the Mage, making it hard to tell which bits belong to Thief's story.

We know at least that Alice was the mage who helped Idyia. But what about the Mage who helped the Thief? Who was she? Could it have been Alice or someone else?

For that we need to consider the character Kaeya was playing. It's unknown who he is, but if Klee was playing her mom then it stands to reason Kaeya must've been playing someone connected to him. Before you get excited, this does not necessarily mean someone related to him by blood. Could also just be someone from Khaenri'ah. Heck, we don't even know the gender of the mage, for all we know they could've been a man.

Now, the soundtrack that plays during Kaeya's part is called Towers of Afrasiab. This name has come up before. In the play of Kaeya's hangout, the character he plays opposite of is called Frasiyav. The location of the Khaenri'ahn door is called Hangeh Afrasiyab.

I personally suspect Afrasiyab is either Irmin or the founder of Khaenri'ah.

Afrasiyab is a character from the Persian epic, the Shahnameh. Afrasiyab lived in an underground iron palace held up by hundreds of columns. (If you look at the architecture in Hangeh Afrasiyab, you'll see little reliefs of men holding up a ceiling above them.) Afrasiyab lacked the divine royal glory known as Khvarena and was obsessed with obtaining it. In the play they say Frasiyav lost because he lacked the blessing of god…

I mean it can't get any more obvious than that. So this could mean the dude from Kaeya's hangout was Irmin. Which does raise a bunch of questions, such as who is the identity of the Prince in this play? And why were they at war?

Should be noted in the hangout's play, Frasiyav offered hostages as a peace offering. Kind of reminds me of the war between the Aesir and Vanir… Also, Kaeya's character Prince Qubad is based on Siyavash who eventually married into Afrasiyab's family…

Towers of Afrasiyab then could refer to Khaenri'ah. In the Veluriyam play, the Thief is also from a dark realm. I hesitate making the assumption that this guy is Irmin or Kaeya's pirate grandpa so I will refer to him as simply the Thief.

In the play, the Thief witnesses a shooting star falling from the sky and follows it. However, what he finds is not a star but a young woman. Well, we know Fischl was also a star that fell down. And we know Fischl visited the Kingdom of Eternal Twilight and got bodied for her efforts. Oz took her under his wings and saved her life.

If the Thief encountered the Mage this way it would explain why the Mage helped him as a way to repay him. Perhaps the Mage taught him Arcane arts or helped him protect the "Dark Realm", who knows?

If this Mage really was Fischl and the Thief someone connected or related to Kaeya it would explain why Fischl and Kaeya seem to be connected.

About Kaeya F: His nature is obscure, his fate a mystery, and his speech a vexing tapestry woven of both fact and fiction… Perhaps he and I share the burden of mystical sight…

About Fischl Kaeya: Hmm? You think Fischl having one eye covered is very fitting given her title of Prinzessin der Verurteilung. Hahaha, if that's the case, that must also make me a descendant of some kind of former royal lineage, no?

Furthermore, in Legend of the Shattered Halberd, Fischl's partner in crime, the man who summoned her, is named Mir. This is a reference to Mimir, the severed head from Norse mythology who acted as an advisor to Odin.

Mr. Nine states Fischl was attracted to Mir… and that Oz was more of a familiar of Fischl.

In Wagner's opera Der Ring des Nibelungen, Mimir is known as Mime, the brother of Alberich.

....😮‍💨

Well, I have to say, even after all of that, I am completely stumped. If anyone knows what's going on, let me know, because I for one would love to know WHAT'S GOING ON FOR ONCE. GIVE IT UP FOR KNOWING WHAT'S GOING ON

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path-of-grass-and-leaves · 10 months ago

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Meeting The Fetch-Beast: An Exercise

Disclaimer: There is some debate within the community surrounding what defines a "fetch". All of this information comes from my personal belief system and I encourage new practitioners to research these terms and form their own viewpoints.

A common concept in traditional witchcraft and similar paths, the fetch-beast is best described as the animal-self, a preexisting extension of the practitioner connecting them to the spirit world.

The fetch is an innate part of the soul and is with us since birth. It differs from the familiar, a spirit that you would summon and employ, and a thoughtform, a spiritual extension of the self which a practitioner intentionally creates.

How does a practitioner work with their fetch?

Working with the fetch-beast often takes place during spirit travel and trance work but it can also be called upon during spellwork and rituals. My personal belief is that the fetch is the part of us most deeply connected to the underworld and proves useful in workings related to death and the dead.

Spirit Flight

Some believe that a witch has the ability to shape-shift into their fetch-beast during spirit travel. The practioner will enter a trance state, cross the hedge, and assume the form of their fetch. They would then travel through otherworld seeing through the eyes of that animal.

Tasks and Spellwork

The fetch can be called upon and asked to lend its power during spellwork. It can also be sent to complete specific tasks in the spirit world while the practitioner remains in the physical world. The nature of these spells and tasks vary.

General Guidance

The fetch-beast can be asked for guidance in a similar fashion as a spirit guide. Communication can take place using divination, spirit travel, and dreamwork.

The Exercise

Introduction

Begin in a quiet, dimly lit room. You will need a candle, a black mirror or dark bowl filled with water, a pen or pencil, a notebook, and an offering. You can leave food, wine, fresh water, whatever you feel like.

Light the candle, place it in front of the mirror, and call upon the fetch, presenting the offering and asking them to reveal themselves. If preferred, you can write an incantation for this and repeat it as many times as desired.

Meeting The Fetch-Beast

Next you are going to need to enter a trance state. There are a couple options here: scrying, hedge-crossing/spirit travel, or a combination of both.

During this time you can wear a protective amulet, use shielding techniques, or call upon a spirit guide, familiar, or god that you worship for protection.

Scrying

After calling upon the fetch-beast, gaze into the mirror or scrying bowl with the candle placed in front of it until you enter a trance state.

After some time, images should start to appear. Pay close attention and wait for the image of an animal. Introduce yourself and speak with the spirit for as long as you like. When finished, extinguish the candle, thank the fetch-beast, and record your results. Leave the offering out for a bit and then dispose.

Spirit Travel

Sit or lie down with your eyes closed after blowing out your candle (for fire safety). The scrying mirror should be facing you.

Once you've entered a trance, walk away from your body and out your front door. Keep walking until you approach the nearest crossroad and wait for a doorway to appear. If you have a sacred space, plan for this to be your destination. If you don't, you can go wherever the doorway takes you or construct a sacred space prior to attempting this exercise. Once you've arrived you can find a place to sit and remain seated until an animal sits down beside you.

Introduce yourself and speak to the animal for as long as you like. When finished, thank the fetch and return to the physical world. Record your results.

Keep in mind that trance work can be difficult for even the most experienced practitioners. If scrying doesn't work, try hedge-crossing and vice-versa. You can also use both techniques in succession and compare the results.

If Unable to Enter a Trance

If after several attempts you can't get yourself to enter a trance-like state, try changing up the approach. You can use visualization, white noise or rain sounds, chanting, singing, or dancing. Research different methods and experiment until you find what works.

If you've tried everything you can think of and can't enter a trance or are uncomfortable with the idea of trance work, move onto divination.

To begin, repeat the steps mentioned in the introduction portion of the exercise described above.

Even if you don't plan on scrying, still place the candle and offering in front of a mirror or bowl of water. The reasoning is that the fetch is a part of us, or a reflection, and is best represented by a reflective object.

Divination Methods

After lighting the candle, leaving the offering, and calling on the fetch, move onto divination. My favorite method is cartomancy using an animal-themed deck. Some other options include but are not limited to:

Bibliomancy - Do you have a wildlife field guide or book about animals?

Tassomancy - A bit challenging in my personal opinion but it can be done. Read the images of the tea leaves, keeping an eye out for the image of an animal.

Shufflemancy - Turn on a random playlist or curate one for the divination session. Take note of patterns, repeating words, and phrases.

Asking for Signs - Ask for the fetch to reveal themselves through a series of consistent and obvious signs.

Conclusion

The form that the fetch-beast takes will vary by practitioner and may change over time. Personally I believe that your fetch will most likely appear as an animal native to the bioregion where you live or that of your ancestors.

This can be challenging work so if your first few attempts are unsuccessful, keep trying.

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hi-hi-hi-hhhiii · 21 days ago

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Chronicles

ACT 1

OsfethxOC!Dane (Diana)

This chapter covers events from season 4, episodes 1-3. Of course, spoilers!

Warnings: Death, violence, fluff, angst, threats of death, religious talk, flashbacks, hints of intimacy

Rating: PG

Word count: 3.7k

“The gods will lead you where you must go. Never forget that, Diana."

Her father’s words rung in her head as she pulls the reigns on her horse to stop. Her auburn hair tied back into small braids floats in the strong breeze on the cliffs of Bebbanburg. She takes in the scenery around her of the seemingly serene fortress and the land around it before she hears the calls of violence on the shore.

She watches the two forces battle on the shore, staining the sands with blood and tainting the serene landscape with screams and bellowed orders. She assumes that one of the forces is of Bebbanburg but the other she does not recognize. All she knows is that the gods have brought her here for a reason.

She leans on the pommel of the saddle as more opposing forces come from the other side of the shore, chasing the other force back up. She smirks a little before sitting up and nudging her horse forward to watch.

Her quiver of arrows and bow strung across her back bounce against her back but she does not mind. It is the rhytmn of travel that she has grown used to. Her comfort is second to her purpose. She does not see a good vantage point from where she stops behind some shrubbery leading up to the fortress.

A hand against her back urges her to turn to the woods and she curses at the lack of safe scouting places. She retreats into the woods for protection, not that she wishes for it. She ties up her horse to a lower hanging branch and starts to look for supplies. If she had stayed, perhaps she would have known that her lover was closer than she knew.

Three weeks ago

Diana hadn’t known the sweet comforts of home since she was of marriageable age. The Saxons had made sure of that. But allowing herself to settle in with Uhtred’s company at Cockham reminded her that home needn’t just be a place, but the people she surrounded herself with.

Coming back to the small house she and Osferth resided in, she furrowed her brow as she saw him strap on his leather chest plate and reached for his sword. She set her basket down on the table with herbs and flowers for tonics and salves.

“Going so soon?”

Osferth looked up at her and nods with no trace of a blush on his cheeks. That was reserved for other times that they were together.

“Uhtred has asked Finan and I to spy.”

“Spy?” She approached him and swatted his hands as she finished strapping the leather plate on his chest. “I think you and I both know that Finan cannot be a spy if he doesn’t shut his mouth.”

Osferth smiled a little at her comment and watched how her humble fingers traced over the cross design on the plate.

“It is important to Uhtred. He understands that.”

“And what do you think I will be doing when you are gone?” She asked as she returned her gaze to his. “Cowering and biting my thumb for you to return to me?”

“It would not suit you,” he spoke softly as he tucked some of her stray hair from her braid behind her ear. “But I will return, to you and to the men.”

She felt a retort on her tongue but kept it back. Now was not the time.

“I will leave you to your prayers.”

She knew not to disturb him before he left with Uhtred’s commands. She had her faith, and he had his.

He grabbed her wrist.

“Diana.”

She sighed and turned to face him once more.

“Osferth.”

He leaned his forehead against hers and moved the hand holding her wrist to the side of her face.

“I will return.”

“Then I will make a sacrifice to Freya to keep you safe.”

They breathed in each other’s breath before she pulled away.

On the outside back wall of their home, lied a covered altar. This was her sacred space for prayer and sacrifices, just as Osferth had his. She lit the candles to Freya and spoke out her desired incantation, willing for Osferth to return to her from his journey.

As she has felt before, the strong sensation of Seeing washed over her, and she woke up against the cold dirt, unsure of how much time had passed.

“Diana,” She heard Sihtric call to her. “The ship is leaving.”

She looked into his eyes and wondered if he also saw the powers washing over her. He helped her up and they dashed to the port where the last man was boarding. She pushed past people and practically jumped onto the boat herself to kiss Osferth, despite the whistling and cat calling of the men around her.

The blush crept up Osferth’s cheeks but her gaze remained on him.

“Do not forget your oath to me, monk.”

“I shall whisper it to God everyday, Dane.”

She grinned and pulled back as Finan ordered the boat to pull back from the port. She watched as the boat disappeared over the horizon, hoping her prayers would follow Osferth’s safety.

Diana wakes under the grove of trees and listens to the quiet of the forest around her before she hears her horse nicker softly.

The gods have brought me here for a reason, she thinks.

She feeds her horse and strokes the side of her horse’s neck, feeling the warmth and strength of the beast.

My thoughts and my heart lie with Osferth. Freya be with him.

Osferth

As soon as Finan gave the report to Uhtred about Bebbanburg, all his thoughts went straight to the little home he shared, and of an auburn Dane. He almost pushed the door off its hinges but frowned when there was no sign, nor smells, of life.

“Diana?”

The door shut behind him as he still heard nothing. He thought he would smell incense or whatever salve she was making at the moment. She was always doing that.

“Diana?”

Their house was not large with the kitchen, their bedroom and a small space for storage, which was currently being used to hang herbs to dry.

He ventured into the bedroom, resting a hand on the top of the sword to his left. He then saw a piece of parchment folded in half on the bed. His heart raced as he thought that she had been taken while he was gone but relaxed as he read over her handwriting.

Osferth,

The gods have willed me elsewhere. I do not know how long I will be gone but I am with you in every step you take. Do not do something stupid like Finan.

Diana

Osferth swallowed at her note but did not crumple or throw it. He tucked the note against his leather plate and prayed that wherever she was, God was watching over her.

Diana

She kept track of the days gone by of the sunsets. She did not have Osferth to spend her time with, but she prepares. She watches the torches blink on and off as the night closes in. She rarely lights a fire to not draw their attention towards her, but if she has to, does so far away from her camp. Her furs keep her warm during the night.

As she sharpens her sword one afternoon, she feels the power wash over her. She Sees them boarding a ship with supplies and sailing as if she is a crow flying over their heads. She watches Osferth board the boat and her heart is at ease knowing her prayers have been answered.

She moves her camp to the other side of the fortress, still moving under the cover of the forest, by the guidning hand against her back. Along the way, she collects herbs and flowers she recognizes to continue making her salves. Whatever is going to happen here, her talents will be needed.

“What are you doing?”

Diana looked up from her mortar and pestle to see Osferth watching her. She had not been at Cockham for longer than a year and often retreated to her own company for her tasks.

“Grinding herbs.”

“What for?”

“Salves.” She returned her attention to grinding the herbs into a fine powder and then set them aside before adding another herb.

“Why?”

She sighed and looked up at the baby monk, as she heard Finan call him. He was wearing no armor or sword, just a simple long tunic, which she did not know the name of.

“I am busy, monk. I do not have time to answer your questions.”

His face fell at her words and nodded.

“As you wish, lady.”

Diana snorted.

“I am no lady. I am a Dane.”

Footsteps approaching turned her attention to a frazzled young woman, clutching at the top of her apron.

“It..it is my son. His fever has worsened.”

Diana grabbed her supplies and turned back to the monk.

“I will need your steady hands.”

With her skill, the boy’s fever faded over the day and soon he was back to his usual energetic self. The young woman thanked Diana repeatedly.

“I do not need payment,” she had told her. “All I wish is to be of use.”

Osferth had done as she asked, whether it was to fetch more water or to help her keep the boy steady. She was unmoving and strong in her care of the boy. He recognized the same strength he had forged from his time in Uhtred’s company.

Diana was quiet as they walked over to the stream to wash her hands. She looked at her reflection in the water for a few moments before she stood back up, drying her hands on the piece of cloth she had tucked under her waistband.

“How did you know to help him?”

Diana continued to face the stream, but she felt Osferth’s curious gaze on her.

“I learned and documented my findings. It is a constant cycle of learning.”

She listened to the sounds of the birds around them ebfore he spoke again.

“Would you teach me?”

Some time went by, and she had returned to her own camp to collect herbs that she could not find at her new one. She stopped as she saw three horses approaching the gates of the fortress. She could not see more beyond that, or if the people were allowed inside, but the guiding hand told her to go back to her camp.

Tucking the salves and dried herbs into the pockets that lined her belt, she set the horse free to go back to his master that she had loaned him from. She settled in against the line of the forest to watch the fortress.

The torches were lit and for a while, nothing happened. She wondered if she had made a mistake, before she saw the longer flash of light along the side of the fortress. Tucking her sword against her side and stringing the bow along her back, she made her way over the uneven terrain to the side of the cliff.

“Wait,” a voice spoke in her mind.

Diana stops at the edge and then sees why. The water has made the rocks far slicker than she knew and takes her time scaling down and over to where she can see the familiar sights and sounds of Uhtred and his men.

At the sight of the sea gate and the guards, she looses an arrow easily, halting the raise of a sword against Uhtred. She grins to herself before she makes her way onto the flatter surface of the rock.

“Did not think I would abandon you, did you?”

Uhtred grins at her appearance and pulls her in for a hug.

“The gods have blessed us with your presence, Diana.”

“Among other things,” Finan comments and she rolls her eyes.

She rests her hand for a few seconds on his shoulder before she turns to see Osferth. He takes her in before joining the rest of the men on the flatter rock.

There isn’t much room for all of them on the rock, but she finds the space to pull him close and rest her forehead against his.

“The gods work in mysterious ways, my love,” she whispers to him amongst the sound of talk and the waves.

“My prayers have been answered.”

She looks up at him and turns at the mention of the gate.

“Come on, lift it,” Finan says.

She stands aside as the men work around her. She feels Osferth’s gaze on her as she is Seeing things, just flashes for now. Osferth tugs her along once the gate is lifted.

“What is it?” He asks as the bell rings.

“I do not know.”

Following Uhtred, she continues to sense that Death is near and she cannot do anything to stop it. She holds tight to Osferth’s arm as they climb up the stairs and only lets go for battle.

“Osferth.” She tugs on his sleeve, and he turns to look at her once the corridor is secure. “I do not like this. Something is not right.”

He looks to Uhtred for a moment before back at her.

“He knows what he is doing.”

“Osferth-”

“We move on,” Uhtred says and she almost whimpers from her spot.

“Osferth.”

Her love tugs her along to the courtyard where Uhtred has a man under his sword. She furrows her brow as a young boy joins their ranks.

“His son,” Osferth whispers to her with his sword drawn.

She looks through the crowd and still senses that something is not right. She lays her hand on Beocca’s arm.

“Father, something is not right.”

Beocca looks to her for a moment before back at the men surrounding them.

“Uhtred has a plan.”

Her eyes go up the ramparts where she sees the large bow pointing at Uhtred. Her vision narrows on the point of the arrow as this is what she has been Seeing. All other sensations in her body leave as all she hears is the whoosh of the arrow but cannot See where it lands, until she hears it.

Sihtric’s hand on her arm had pulled her out of the reach of the arrow and it has landed in Beocca’s chest. There is nothing she or anyone can do but watch the light leave Beocca’s eyes.

“May God protect you,” she whispers.

Uhtred’s rage is too much and so he loses himself on the men in the courtyard. She has no choice but to join the fray, but her mind lingers on Beocca’s body. They have to leave. They cannot stay.

“Finan!” She cries out. “Finan!”

She finds him and grabs him by the front of the leather he wears.

“Take Uhtred and go. I will look after Beocca.” She sees the hesitation in his eyes but shakes him slightly. “If you stay here, he will die. Go and do not tell Osferth.”

She rests her hand over the cross on his chest before parting. Diana continues to plow her way through the men that surround Beocca’s body with the screams of death surrounding her. She distantly hears Finan drag a grieve in Uhtred away and she prays to Freya in her mind to keep them safe.

She kneels over Beocca’s body as the bloodshed quiets, protecting him from any other desecration.

“May God be with you and protect you. May He welcome you into the halls of His house and keep you warm. May you be kept against His bosom and have peace.” She trembles slightly as she leans down to kiss Beocca’s forehead before looking up at the guards who watch her.

The gods will protect me. I have no fear.

She closes her eyes as she hears the remaining guards on the rampart say that they have escaped, and she smiles as the rain begins to fall. She tilts her head back, washing away the blood and grief from her body. She did not know Beocca that well, but she will mourn for her friends that cannot. For Beocca.

Footsteps approach and she lowers her head and looks at the man before her.

“He killed Beocca,” the same voice speaks.

“What a prize Uhtred has left behind,” the man says and the others around him chuckle. “So desperate to get away that he forgot you. Whatever shall I do with you?”

She deposits her weapons on the ground as she cannot take all the men around her by herself. She knows her limits.

“I am Diana of Daneland. I carry a son inside of me.” She sees the expression change on the man’s face. “He will bargain for my safe return, even for the loss of Bebbanburg.”

The man studies her as thunder roars across the sky.

“How do I know what you say is true?”

“You do not, but the messages you send will be clear.”

He laughs.

“And why would I send messages of your capture? I could kill you and hang your body on the ramparts for all to see.”

“They could not have gone far. Even I would not sail on these waters unless my life depended on it. Surely, they will crash somewhere on the shoreline, and I am worth more to you alive than I am dead. My corpse would only fuel his thirst for revenge and you and your men would not survive it.”

She looks at the priest, almost tucked away behind the man. I will have to get to him first. The priest avoids her look as the man turns to one of the guards.

“At first light, send messengers that I have Uhtred’s woman, and I will exchange her for Bebbanburg.”

The man beside him nods and leaves his side as her weapons are collected. She stands when she is instructed too but looks at the priest.

“I wish for Father Beocca to be buried, under supervision.”

“You are in no position to makes demands,” the man says.

“Aren’t I?”

Diana stares the man down and looks back to the priest.

“He will need a piece of land to be blessed. I will dig the hole myself. It is God’s will.”

The priest looks at her for another few moments before whispering to the man. Diana watches both of them as she feels the guards grip her a bit tighter.

“You will have what you wish, but if Uhtred does not come for you in a month, I will kill you myself.”

Diana smiles.

“Perfectly reasonable.”

She is put in a cell, and she lays her head back against the stone. For Beocca.

Osferth

Over the chaos of escaping and the suddenness of the storm, Osferth did not know that Diana was not among them. He should have listened to her and told Uhtred. Perhaps Beocca would still be alive.

With the pain of his arm taking up more of his mind, he did not think of the lack of warmth against his side until he was calm and at the fire.

He furrowed his brow and saw the lack of an auburn-haired Dane among the ones who remained.

“Sihtric, where is Diana?”

Sihtric looked over to where Osfeth was and Sithric’s own gaze did not find her.

“She was with you.”

“I lost her in the battle. I thought she had followed us…”

Osferth stood up, wincing slightly from his arm, as he stood back a little to take in the hair color of everyone present. She was not here.

He then sees Finan and Uhtred speaking together and makes a speedy move to their sides.

“Finan, where is Diana?”

Finan looks to the monk who swallows too heavily.

“She is not here, Osferth.”

“But…but why? Was she slain?”

His heart drops at the thought of Diana dying alone, like Beocca. His chest constricts and feels Uhtred’s desire to return spark in his own chest.

“She stayed behind, for Beocca.”

Osferth sees Uhtred look to Finan and he looks to Finan again.

“They will kill her,” Osferth whispers.

“Diana is stronger and cleverer than all of us. She would not have wanted to stay if she did not have a way out.”

It does little to settle the racing of Osferth’s heart as the pair walk away. He sits under the shade of the tree and brings out the note he carried all the way with him. From the water, it is soaked and crumbles in his hand. He rests his forehead against it and is unable to prevent his tears from flowing.

“God, keep her safe, for she is in my heart, and will never leave it.”

He prays that Diana is safe and that she will find her way back to him eventually.

Diana

The priest, who’s name she learned is Aidan, granted her wish. Under heavy supervision of the guard, Aidan had blessed a small patch of land by the cliffs for Beocca to be laid to rest in. She swallows as she rests her hands on the top of the shovel, wishing Osferth was here besdie her. Her hands tremble but she has to be strong.

She digs until the hole is deep and wide enough for Beocca to lie in. She is gentle with his body, wrapped in cloth, and with his cross on top of the cloth. She looks at the corpse for a few moments before climbing out of the hole.

“You should not have been digging so much in your state,” Aidan comments.

Diana looks at him before starting to shovel the dirt back into the hole.

“You could have contributed,” she remarks.

Aidan says nothing else as the hole is covered just as the sun begins to set.

“No matter how far, my love will travel with you,” her father speaks in her mind.

She shuts her eyes for a few moments before she follows Aidan and the guards back into the fortress.

“One moment.”

She turns at Aidan’s words, waiting.

“Why do you bury him? He is not a Dane, and you are not a Christian.

“I bury him for my friends who cannot. I grieve and mourn because they cannot.”

“But you are Dane.”

“I am human. I feel as you do. Why should my background keep me from that?”

She walks back to her cell and sighs to herself as she lays down on the cot. She is tired, not from the digging, but from being here. Three days already and she is ready to go. But she must wait. She cannot leave on her own and Aidan must break.

#osferth #the last kingdom #osferth x oc #chronicles #osferth the last kingdom #hi hi hi hhhiii

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x-i-l-verify · 1 year ago

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「Dream SMP Daemon AU 」

⚔ TECHNOBLADE + ALEKSAIX (BROADSWORD) ⚔

Piglins, as denizens of the Nether, do not have daemons as Overworlders do. Rather, their souls take the form of weapons, called morai-kelul ("forged-self"). Morai-kelul come in all shapes and sizes, from swords, knives, spears, bows, maces, hammers, sickles, clubs, chains, brass knuckles, and many, many more. When a piglin child reaches the equivalent of one year of age, their main adult caretakers, blood-related or not, will bring them into the village forge, and begin construction on the child's morai-kelul in a very sacred series of rituals that take months to complete. The construction always involves at least some amount of gold, a spiritual, coveted metal to piglins. Once the weapon is forged, it is named for an aspirational virtue or concept that their caretakers wish to impart to them, such as "bravery," "insight," "candor," etc.

As the piglin grows and changes over time, however, the first morai-kelul forged by their caretaker(s) will eventually break. This happens to everyone at some point in their lives, and is a very painful event mentally and emotionally. When this happens, the piglin must construct a new morai-kelul with the pieces of the old one, which always takes a form different from the first. A spear might become a dagger, an axe might become a crossbow, a sword might become a shield, etc. Outside of this event, morai-kelul are indestructible by most normal means unless their piglin dies, in which case they become a normal, inanimate object.

Unlike Overworlders and their daemons, there is no limit to how far a piglin can travel away from their morai-kelul, and they can summon them from over great distances. The only exceptions to this are traveling from the Nether to the Overworld, the Overworld to the End or the Nether, or traveling between servers; if a piglin tries to go between servers or dimensions without their morai-kelul, they will instantly become like a zombie, with a living body but no conscious mind.

Piglins have no issue with touching each other's morai-kelul. In fact, it is common for piglins, especially the children, to go up to someone with a really cool-looking one and ask to hold it so they can examine it more closely. However, the morai-kelul must be handed to them in order for them to hold it. For example, if Philza tried to pick up Aleksaix off the table or off the ground, he would not be able to; Technoblade would need to hand it to him in order for him to carry it properly. Mates swap morai-kelul during their wedding ceremonies, and fighting with someone else's morai-kelul is considered the highest show of intimacy and trust a piglin can display.

Morai-kelul do not speak with an audible voice like facets such as daemons do. Rather, they communicate in projected feelings and images. Normally, only its piglin half can communicate directly with it, but if it is being held by someone else, it can communicate with that person as well. They also are always referred to as "it" rather than with gendered pronouns.

Technoblade is wary, blunt and insincere. Aleksaix embodies his idealistic, sensitive, trusting side.

NAME MEANING "Aleksaix" means "responsibility" in the piglin tongue. It is rather uncommon for piglins to freely tell others the name of their morai-kelul without knowing them well first, so Technoblade has taken to saying the name of his is Orphan Obliterator as in inside joke. Very few people are familiar enough with piglin culture to call him on this.

SOURCES I took this concept and many ideas surrounding it from this person's concept for Asgardian daemons, so credit where credit is due.

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helreginn · 11 months ago

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xcoatlicuex

Marigolds and roses? Coatli felt the air leave her lungs in surprise, heart speeding up at the knowledge that this person she was bonded to forever now, favored the same flowers that Coatli cultivated back home. Was it a concidence? She wondered before focusing back on Hel. Every answer that Hel gave her, eased the tension that Coatli did not even realize she was holding. They could share moments together. They could share stories, books, take time to look at the stars and map the constellations. Yes, those were things they could share. She was so lost in the possible future that the questions directed her seem to almost startle her, making her cheeks redden. “Dreams?” she thought back on her many conversations with her mother, the hidden dismissal that her mother could not quite mask. “I’d love to help people, cure their ailments, aid them when sick or injure. There are all kinds of plants and roots that can be used, and I want to share that knowledge,” she stated trying to be confident, but she was afraid what her wife would think of her dream now that Coatli had said it out loud. “I feel the most at ease surrounded by greenery, in a field of flowers,” that was an easy answer. Truly, Coatli loved tending to her garden, whether it was growing food or decorational flowers. The third question was a bit harder to answer. “Hmm…I ask that you talk to me, if I ever hurt you or cross a boundary. I do not want to let resentment grow between us,” she muttered, lowering her eyes down to her hands. She saw the way her parents were, their anger quiet, their hurts and mistakes buried and left to fester. @xcoatlicuex

Hel smiled happily as she listened to Coatli explain her desires. How is it that this union had been so dreaded and yet every new thing she learned only made her feel not quite content but definitely at ease.

"I will help where I can. You are welcome to join me in my travels. There is no shortage of sick or injured people where I walk. And!" She smiled, excited about the next part, "I will take you to where we farm medicinal plants. There's a whole village dedicated to just that over by Gjöll." Hel hoped Coatli would not think it weird. In the realm of dead, who had need of it? Nobody. But Hel did not foster the medicinal plants for the people in her realm.

"Then I will craft fields so vast and vibrant, only the dead could withstand it." she earmarked the thought in her mind, to show Coatli her garden. It was not the largest but it was within the walls of Éljúðnir. A sacred place Hel went to when she felt like a flower, wilting in the shade. She was nervous and excited to share it with her new wife.

"And later I will show you where the portals to the overworld are so you can visit your favourite ones when the weather is nice."

Hel was taken aback by Coatli's last statement. Communication had never been the red head's strong suit. She was a child when she was sent to Helheim. And the dead weren't always the most sociable so.. it took her a long time to learn. But for Coatli, Hel was willing to try. "That is fair. I will do my best to voice my concerns. I am not very good at knowing myself when something is wrong but I will try. Please be patient with me."

#xcoatlicuex #Now feels like a good time to switch this thread over to the non legacy editor so we can trim it without our replies duplicating.

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avikarma2 · 1 year ago

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Ayurvedic Massage, Yoga & Meditation Centre in Varanasi

Varanasi, the spiritual heart of India, has long been known for its timeless heritage, sacred rituals, and the pursuit of inner peace. Amidst the sacred ghats and ancient temples, there exists a haven of holistic wellness known as Avikarma — a sanctuary where the ancient wisdom of Ayurveda, the serenity of Yoga, and the tranquility of Meditation converge to offer a transformative experience. Avikarma stands tall as the best Ayurvedic Massage, Yoga, and Meditation Centre in Varanasi, attracting seekers of wellness from around the world.

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yalams · 2 days ago

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"Unforgettable Moments in Tawang: A Family Adventure"

October was a month filled with adventure, beauty, and unforgettable memories as I journeyed from Itanagar to Tawang with my family. The trip had a special purpose – to spend some quality time with my little brother, who was on a month-long vacation. What followed was an experience I’ll cherish forever.

The Road to Tawang

The journey began with clear skies, setting a perfect mood for exploration. But as we moved along, the weather started to shift – clouds gathered, and rain poured down, giving the surroundings a mysterious charm. While the rain obstructed some of the scenic views, I still soaked in every bit of the mesmerizing landscape.

The Majestic Bumla Pass

One of the most remarkable highlights of our trip was visiting Bumla Pass, a borderline between India and China. Standing at this historic boundary point was awe-inspiring, surrounded by snow-capped mountains and a sense of immense significance. If you’re planning a trip to Tawang, Bumla Pass is an absolute must-visit. However, keep in mind that traveling to this high-altitude location requires special permits for safety. Additionally, if you have health conditions that make high altitudes risky, it’s best to skip this spot.

The Serene Tawang Monastery

Tawang is home to the Tawang Monastery, one of the oldest and largest monasteries in India. Stepping into this spiritual haven, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and tranquility. It’s a place where time slows down, and you’re left to marvel at the beauty of ancient architecture and the serene surroundings. No trip to Tawang is complete without a visit to this sacred site.

Heaven on Earth

Tawang, often referred to as heaven on earth, truly lives up to its name. The landscapes are breathtaking, the air is crisp, and the views are unforgettable. The ever-changing weather adds an unpredictable charm – one moment it’s clear and sunny, and the next, clouds sweep in with a chill.

On the way to Tawang, the journey itself is part of the magic. Winding roads, towering mountains, and picturesque valleys create a visual treat for travelers. Every turn brings a new view that leaves you spellbound.

Staying in Tawang

Whether you’re looking for a homestay experience or a comfortable hotel, Tawang offers plenty of options for accommodation. Each provides a unique opportunity to connect with the local culture and enjoy the warmth of Arunachali hospitality.

Precious Moments

For me, the most precious part of this trip was spending quality time with my family. Sharing this beautiful journey with my loved ones made it even more special. These are the moments that stay etched in your heart, never to fade away.

If you’re ever considering a trip to Tawang, go for it. It’s a place that offers peace, adventure, and unmatched natural beauty. From the breathtaking Bumla Pass to the serene Tawang Monastery, every moment in Tawang feels like a blessing.

Life is about collecting memories, and my journey to Tawang will always remain one of the most cherished chapters of my story.

#experience #adventure #journey #familytrip #tawang #arunachal pradesh

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Discover the Best Summer Tour Packages in India with IRCTC

Take the warmth of summer away by running to an invigorating holiday with winds of cool air, beautiful scenery, and experiences other than the usual summer fare. IRCTC has arranged its summer tour packages to provide you with a large variety of interesting destinations that will allow you to get away from the scorching hot summer sun. Check out the different packages for every kind of traveller, whether you are interested in peaceful hill stations or rich spiritual experiences.

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To spend a summer vacation with spiritual fulfilment and peace, consider IRCTC's Devotional Tour Packages. The packages will take you on a soul-enriching journey to the most sacred destinations across India. Visit the revered temples in Varanasi, explore the divine charm of Haridwar and Rishikesh, or seek blessings at the famous Shirdi Sai Baba Temple. Each journey is designed to make you connect deeply with your inner self and also to absorb the rich cultural experiences of India's spiritual heritage.

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Those who want to experience the depth of India in one of its majestic train voyages will find IRCTC’s India Train Tour Packages very valuable. Panoramic views along with lush green valleys, where local traditions are seen through a lens, each train journey will prove memorable. Traverse through the misty mountains of the Western Ghats or the glory of Rajasthan's palaces and forts. Each of these packages would take you on an unforgettable journey through the varied landscapes of India. Train tours also promise the luxury of the best hospitality from IRCTC to make your journey convenient and enjoyable.

Discover Serenity with Golden Temple Tour Packages

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priyasingh898755 · 14 days ago

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Best Resort Stays in Rishikesh for Adventure and Relaxation

Rishikesh, set along the banks of the sacred Ganges River, has long been a top destination for travelers seeking both tranquility and adventure. For those interested in the best resort experiences in Rishikesh, choosing the right place to stay can make all the difference, especially when planning exhilarating activities like river rafting.

Choosing the Best Resort in Rishikesh

The best resorts in Rishikesh blend serene riverside views with the amenities needed for a restful retreat, allowing guests to immerse themselves in nature without sacrificing comfort. Many of these resorts offer peaceful locations with views of the mountains and the river, providing an ideal setting to unwind after a day filled with adventure. Whether nestled on secluded riverbanks or perched above the Ganges, the top resorts in Rishikesh promise a unique combination of comfort, luxury, and an immersive natural experience.

Among the amenities available at some of these top resorts are yoga and meditation centers, wellness spas, and river-view dining areas. Many resorts here are designed with eco-friendly practices in mind, aiming to create a low-impact environment that enhances the natural beauty surrounding them. For travelers looking to combine rest and activity, choosing a resort that partners with local adventure services can be a big plus. This way, you can easily plan river rafting trips, nature treks, or even cultural tours without leaving your accommodation.

River Rafting in Rishikesh: Pricing and Packages

River rafting in Rishikesh price experiences are among its most popular offerings, drawing thrill-seekers from across India and abroad. The cost of river rafting in Rishikesh depends on various factors, including the length of the rafting route, season, and any additional services such as transportation, equipment rental, or photography.

Typically, the price of river rafting in Rishikesh for a standard 16-kilometer route starts around INR 600 to 1000 per person, with different options for additional routes and lengths, such as the Brahmapuri and Shivpuri stretches. These packages often include the necessary safety equipment (life jackets, helmets) and trained guides, ensuring a safe experience on the rapids. The prices may also vary during peak seasons (March-May, September-November), as demand can be high and slots fill up quickly.

For those staying in one of the best resorts in Rishikesh, some packages include rafting options or offer discounts on local activities, so it’s worthwhile to check with the resort when booking. Prices and packages often cover transportation from your resort to the rafting starting point, ensuring a seamless and enjoyable adventure.

A Balance of Adventure and Relaxation

For many visitors, Rishikesh provides a chance to combine relaxation with a sense of adventure. Spending the day navigating thrilling rapids on the Ganges and returning to the calm of a resort offers the best of both worlds. So whether you're there for a peaceful retreat or looking to embrace the thrill of river rafting, Rishikesh has something special to offer.

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Luxury Resorts in Haridwar with Spa Services for a Relaxing Escape

Luxury resorts in Haridwar with spa services offer the perfect blend of tranquility and indulgence, making them ideal for a relaxing escape. Nestled in the serene surroundings of the holy city, these resorts provide a peaceful retreat from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Guests can unwind with rejuvenating spa treatments, including traditional Ayurvedic therapies, soothing massages, and holistic wellness services. With luxurious amenities, stunning views of the Ganges, and personalized service, these resorts ensure an unforgettable stay. Whether you’re seeking spiritual rejuvenation or simply a peaceful getaway, a luxury resort with spa services in Haridwar promises the ultimate in relaxation and well-being, allowing you to recharge your mind, body, and soul.

Discover the Charm of Luxury Resorts in Haridwar: A Serene Escape

Haridwar, a spiritual and peaceful destination in Uttarakhand, is home to some of the most luxurious resorts that offer a unique combination of comfort, relaxation, and spiritual rejuvenation. Known for its picturesque landscape and proximity to the holy river Ganges, luxury resorts in Haridwar provide a perfect escape for travelers seeking peace and tranquility. These resorts blend traditional architecture with modern amenities, offering a holistic experience that combines the serenity of the surroundings with the luxury of world-class services. Guests can immerse themselves in the spiritual atmosphere of the city while enjoying the comforts of luxury living.

Top Features of Luxury Resorts in Haridwar: Comfort and Rejuvenation

The best luxury resorts in Haridwar provide top-notch amenities designed to enhance relaxation and rejuvenation. Many resorts feature sprawling gardens, luxurious spas offering Ayurvedic treatments, and private yoga sessions to soothe both body and mind. Guests can indulge in gourmet dining experiences that showcase the best of Indian and international cuisines. The resorts also offer modern facilities, such as well-equipped fitness centers, infinity pools, and spacious rooms with breathtaking views of the river or surrounding hills. The focus on wellness and spirituality, combined with luxurious accommodations, makes these resorts the ultimate retreat for those looking for a peaceful yet opulent experience.

Exploring Spiritual Retreats: Why Choose a Luxury Resort in Haridwar?

Haridwar is one of the most sacred cities in India, known for its religious significance and vibrant spiritual culture. Luxury resorts in Haridwar offer guests a chance to experience this spiritual atmosphere in a luxurious setting. Many resorts organize spiritual activities such as guided temple visits, Ganga Aarti (a prayer ritual), meditation sessions, and workshops on ancient Indian traditions. These experiences not only allow visitors to explore the spiritual essence of Haridwar but also offer opportunities for personal growth and reflection. Choosing a luxury resort in Haridwar can provide the perfect balance between luxury and spiritual enrichment.

The Best Locations for Luxury Resorts in Haridwar: Stay Close to the Holy Ganges

One of the most significant attractions of luxury resorts in Haridwar is their proximity to the holy river Ganges, which flows through the city. Many of these resorts are strategically located near the ghats, allowing guests to enjoy serene views of the river and partake in spiritual activities such as the Ganga Aarti. Some resorts offer private balconies or riverside lounging areas where visitors can meditate, relax, or enjoy the peaceful surroundings. Being close to the river enhances the spiritual experience, and guests can witness the religious rituals that take place by the Ganges, contributing to a profound and memorable stay.

Luxury Resorts in Haridwar for Family Getaways: Comfort and Fun for All

Luxury resorts in Haridwar are perfect for family vacations, offering both relaxation and entertainment for all ages. Many resorts cater specifically to families, with spacious rooms, children’s play areas, and family-friendly dining options. Resorts also provide organized activities such as nature walks, cultural performances, and cooking classes, ensuring that everyone in the family has a great time. Additionally, resorts with wellness programs provide parents with the opportunity to unwind while their children enjoy recreational activities. Whether you’re looking for a relaxing retreat or an action-packed family holiday, Haridwar’s luxury resorts offer something for everyone.

A Look at Sustainable Luxury Resorts in Haridwar: Eco-friendly Stays

Many luxury resorts in Haridwar are also committed to sustainability, focusing on eco-friendly practices and green initiatives. These resorts aim to reduce their environmental footprint by implementing energy-efficient systems, using organic and locally sourced ingredients in their restaurants, and employing eco-friendly construction materials. Some resorts also encourage guests to participate in environmental conservation efforts, such as tree-planting activities and river cleaning drives. Choosing a sustainable luxury resort allows guests to experience the beauty of Haridwar while contributing to the preservation of its natural environment. Eco-conscious travelers can enjoy luxury without compromising their values.

Why Luxury Resorts in Haridwar are the Perfect Venue for Destination Weddings?

For couples looking to tie the knot in a unique and spiritual setting, luxury resorts in Haridwar provide the ideal venue for a destination wedding. The serene atmosphere, beautiful landscapes, and proximity to sacred sites make Haridwar a popular choice for couples seeking a meaningful wedding experience. Resorts offer customized wedding packages, including décor, catering, and ceremonial arrangements, all designed to create an unforgettable celebration. Whether you’re looking for a traditional Hindu wedding ceremony by the Ganges or a more contemporary celebration in a luxurious setting, these resorts cater to all wedding preferences.

Conclusion

Luxury resorts in Haridwar offer an unparalleled experience that blends the spiritual essence of the city with modern luxury and comfort. Whether you’re seeking a peaceful retreat, a family vacation, or a spiritual escape, these resorts provide the perfect environment for relaxation and rejuvenation. With world-class amenities, proximity to the Ganges, and a focus on wellness, Haridwar’s luxury resorts create a sanctuary for travelers looking to unwind, reconnect with nature, and explore the rich spiritual culture of the region. By choosing a luxury resort in Haridwar, guests can experience the perfect balance of luxury and spirituality, making their stay truly unforgettable.

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