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[unfoldingrose]

Datura’s Daughter

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I had briefly read about Datura as a late teen/20-year-old. The plant intrigued me and was always in the background of my walk (studies). She wasn’t of utmost importance to me regardless of Her ever presence. I simply wasn’t ready...until I was.

My stumbling upon Datura in real life was serendipitous and so so unexpected.  

August 2019, I was having a full moon stroll with a beloved musical genius. We will call him FireBird.

FireBird and I were discussing the Andromedin star system, and the Arch(acnid)s of Time. He and I tended to get deeply esoteric with each other. He kept up with me AND expounded upon conversation to the point where I found myself having to keep up with him. Despite the craziness of our connection, he and I were kin in that way. Hearts that sincerely sought to be One with Mystery.

Selene in Her fullness beamed down on us. Crickets sang their song, and East Atlanta’s humidity cloaked our skin.

We’d came across his neighbor’s house like we did a million times before, but I guess this night the neighbor’s Datura blooms were at peak ripeness just for us to see.

The flowers held their faces up towards the moon. Their sentient, Gramophone petals bellowing out Her intoxicatingly quiescent aroma. I gasped. Literally. In awe.

FireBird was off put, but I told him it was Sacred Datura, and he trusted my giddy response. Omg FireBird, I read about that plant before, see! Come on!

I innocently went over to the neighbor’s yard and inhaled with my whole lung. I picked a flower and nectar spilled over my fingertips. I eagerly put the flower in his face for him to inhale and experience Her as well.

I was ignorant that an inhale + nectar absorbed through skin alone will send you on a trip- though not nearly as deadly as ingesting the seed. Things got creepy, crawly, hilarious, scary, and <<*~FreaQQy~*>> (freaky::frequency), to say the least. An unplanned Datura encounter is an initiation in and of itself. This animalistic plant tends to stay with you. Your shadow is the humectant, and Datura is the moisture. I have learned that it is possible to come across certain plants and be inside their vortex…indefinitely.

Four years have passed, and I have been inside Datura’s Fib0nacci ever since- with less intensity as time goes on.

Here is some of what She’s revealed to me…

Vision Quest & Flying Ointment 

Datura (Thorn Apple, Jimsonweed, etc.) belongs to the Solanaceae family- the same family as tomatoes, potatoes, and bell peppers. She is a weedy perennial, with large trumpet blooms, and stanky, menacing leaves. Solanaceae is unique in that several species contain the presence of strong alkaloids. Alkaloids are multifaceted organic plant compounds, and can be toxic to humans in even low amounts. Within Datura are three tropane alkaloids: atropine, hyoscyamine, scopolamine. Of the tropanes in Datura, hyoscyamine tends to have higher concentration; however, depending on the species + time & place of harvest, tropane concentration may vary. Datura’s alkaloids (as with all Solanas) effect the body in a host of ways, but the most common are pupil dilation; reduced secretions from respiratory, urinogenital, salivary, and other mucosal glands; effects on the sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous system; rapid increase or decrease in heart rate. 

Datura is a deliriant under the hallucinogen umbrella. In the offshoots of reddit, one can find the r/Datura community where users describe their Datura horror stories. Deliriants (aka derailments) trigger erratic behaviors that can endanger others or self, strong hallucinations, hysteria, an inability to realize that one *is* hallucinating, vivid dreams, memory loss, true dysphoria, and more. Unfortunately for most...Datura’s hallucinations are that of a waking nightmare. Ain’t nothing cute and lighthearted about Her. 

Despite Datura’s terrifying association, She has been recorded for medicinal and spiritual purposes amongst various groups throughout the world. I find, as with most toxins and venoms, that the cure is hidden within the poison. It is painfully clear that earlier generations were aware of this knowledge when compared to modern people’s haphazard use of Datura. It seems as though, for the same effects tropane alkaloids cause, they can also relieve them as well.

 Datura (+ Her other tropane containing sister flowers) assist with: easing migraines, pain, & muscle spasms; curbing mucosal excess; rectifying cognitive problems stemming from spine injury; settling motion sickness & nausea; regulating cardiac arrythmia; unraveling violent PTSD and sexual traumas; and even calming asthmatic fits (when smoked). Speaking of smoke, ain’t it funny how Datura is in the same family as Tobacco? A common hallucination people report is that cigarettes appear out of thin air- and they have a smoke. Once they’re done smoking, the cigarette reappears again, and they are compelled to do it over again. Is it that during this hallucination, the body is attempting to regain control over respiratory function? Who knows...

 According to Kymia Arts, fire neutralizes tropane alkaloids, and ol plant lady Emma Dupree states here (@ minute 13:13) that dried Datura leaves “help em get they breath.”

In homeopathic practices, specialists name those who could benefit from Datura as a Stramonium person.  In extreme cases, this person has a deep fear of the dark, fear of danger, homicidal tendencies, an aversion to water, reflective surfaces, and being alone. They can be epileptic, manic, rageful, and schizophrenic. In mild cases, they can be dyslexic, have poor speech, or muscle ticks. I intuit that Datura heals these ailments because spiritually, this person is already in Her realm...and only She can reclaim & set you free.  She allows one to overcome their fears by *leaving* it at Her doorstep. For She eats fear and all arcane things for dinner...

On the inverse, Datura intoxication causes extreme dry mouth/throat, extreme thirst, speaking in tongues/babble, auditory phantoms, incoherence, loss of motor function, inability to read, inability to *perceive* danger, and (hopefully) temporary madness...

As I said before, Datura has been used worldwide by a wide range of groups. According to Pharmako Gnosis, the Tsonga of South Africa “use Datura fatuosa in girls’ initiation ceremonies for exorcism. After the ingestion of a decoction of Datura root, the ceremony is marked by dancing, rapid drumming, disrobing, and the invocation of a blue-green pattern of the ancestor spirits” (p. 248). 

One of Kalifornia’s indigenous tribe Chumash were known to use Datura ritualistically as well. For them, the main purpose of Datura consumption was to receive the gift of a dream helper. The Chumash chose the female Datura plant, dried Her root, and chewed the dried root during winter [Saturn’s season::Datura’s planetary ruler]. It is reported that their ceremonies with Datura were called Vision Quest (in Chumash Mother Tongue of course). One can even find the term Vision Quest in modern media; a prime example is in the suspense-horror film “Us” directed by Jordan Peele. There is a reoccurring scene where small girl is sent to a creepy mirror filled “funhouse” with the banner Vision Quest over the top. That “funhouse” is akin to a Datura trip...

In India, the powdered seeds were mixed with butter and taken internally for impotence as well as being applied to genitalia to obtain sexual vigor (Lewis 1977:330). Referred to as the tuft of Shiva, the god of destruction, Datura was also used in the form of a liquid extract by thugs - worshipers of Kali, the goddess of fertility and death - to stupefy sacrificial victims. The plant was also given to young girls in India to bring them Into prostitution as well as on their clients (Siegel 1989:21). The leaves were smoked as well in that country to relieve asthma (Lewis 1977:395).

Datura metel. Phytognosis.

In European traditions, plant women were known to create flying ointments containing Datura or another tropane containing Solanas. It is possible that the creation of flying ointments are a part of why women during that time were accusing of “flying on brooms.” It is said witches would apply flying ointments to their brooms, or even to their vuvlas for aphrodisiac effects. 

“All of the tropane plants were major ingredients in various “flying ointments,” along with sundry other dangerous and nefarious substances such as water hemlock (Cicuta virosa), hemlock (Conium maculatum), monkshood (Aconitum napellus), opium poppy (Papver somniferum), soot, baby’s fat, bat’s blood and poplar (Populus spp.) Pharmako Gnosis. (245).

Another hallucination people have reported is a feeling of flying, or the sight of levitating beings. I attribute the flying sensation to an increase in heart rate. Interestingly, I have a hunch that users may also be experiencing the essence/spirit Datura’s primary polliantor, the nocturnal Sphinxmoth. 

Now I want you to take the time to read this. Below is an instagram caption from artist and chemist Bryan Lehto of Bio Temple Hawaii.

This amino acid (Tropane) plays a critical role in a variety of biological processes, from the formation of bird feathers to the synthesis of tropane alkaloids and the production of polyamine spermidine. The presence of ornithine in nature is a reminder of the intricate connections. Birds are perhaps the most well-known source of ornithine in nature. This amino acid is a critical component of the keratin that makes up bird feathers. Ornithine is an important precursor to the synthesis of the amino acid arginine, which is used to make the keratin that forms feathers. Without ornithine, birds would not be able to maintain their distinctive plumage and would be unable to fly or regulate their body temperature. Interestingly, ornithine is also a precursor to the synthesis of tropane alkaloids. These are a class of organic compounds found in a variety of plants, including belladonna, henbane, and jimson weed (Datura). Tropane alkaloids are known for their psychoactive properties and have been used for medicinal and ritual purposes such as flying ointments for centuries. The presence of ornithine in these plants that underlie their pharmacological effects. Their poisonous berries are spread by birds. Ornithine is a precursor to the synthesis of the polyamine spermidine. This compound is found in all living cells and plays a crucial role in a variety of cellular processes, including DNA replication, protein synthesis, and cell division. Spermidine is involved in the growth and development of plants, as well as the maturation of sperm cells in animals. An intermediate in the biosynthetic pathways of both tropane alkaloids and spermidine are the compounds of putrescene and cadaverine, the odors of death. If we look at the metaphors present in the biological processes of the amino acid ornithine, we see not only the metaphor of flight but the leitmotif of death, the underworld, and the resurrection of new life.”

Cool rite? 

Let’s keep going...

Vampire Squid from Hell

When Datura (or any other powerful plant) takes you into its vortex, intel about its occulted aspects finds its way to you without overt searching. She made it clear soon after our encounter that She is a land-dwelling expression of a cephalopod named Vampyroteuthis Infernalis, or Vampire Squid from Hell.  Vampyroteuthis Infernalis hasn’t had many extreme changes over the course of its 350-299 million year existence. It is considered a living relic, which means the genetic wisdom of this creature is still intact for us to observe and understand. 

One can detect the energetics of Datura in the location, and physiology of Vampire Squid. 

Vampire Squid dwells in the Mesopelagic Zone of the Ocean where oxygen becomes sparce. This deepening end of the Ocean is coined the oxygen minimum zone (OMZ). The Mesopelagic is also attributed the phenomena of twilight. Lingering sunlight wanes rapidly into darkness, and temperature sharply declines as depth increases. The lines between the surface waters and the abysmal deep begin to transition here. Let’s consider the Ocean’s surface, or Epipelagic Zone as Datura’s inviting flower, and the abysmal home of Vampyroteuthis (OMZ) as Datura’s Lethal Alkaloids. Dawn. Dusk. Twilight.

Organisms that live in this level begin to display bioluminescence. Their eyes & physical form take on an…alien, strange appearance. 

Vampire Squid reportedly has the largest eyes in the animal kingdom, an adaptation needed to capture any glimpse of light in the endless black seas. It’s 8 arms are webbed and tipped with bioluminescent photophores. The underside of its webbing is decorated with fleshy spikes. When irritated, Vampire Squid will cloak itself in its arms, exposing these spikes. It not only takes on the shape of Datura’s inflorescence, but also Datura’s radical seed pod. 

[Photo Credit: Pinterest; Bing Images]

This blue-blooded cephalopod lives primarily in a resting state. Due to such low oxygen levels, it must maintain a low metabolism to conserve energy, and even possesses certain enzymes associated with anaerobic metabolism. The likelihood of Vampire Squid coming across live prey is rare- and so it feasts on detritus (decay, feces, mucus, “marine snow”) that sink from the Ocean’s surface. 

When reading about Vampire Squid, one fact that stood out to me is that they have “weak musculature but maintain agility and buoyancy (in the OMZ) with little effort due to sophisticated statocysts (balancing organs akin to a human's inner ear)(Wikipedia). Recall Datura’s aforementioned Gramophone petals? And Vampire Squid’s webbed arms? Don’t they look like triplets? What’s the connection?

Here are some field notes:

Oxygen Minimum Zone::OMZ::Ohms::Ω::OM:: H0me:: The Highly Contagious Viral Realm of Shadows:: Consequence of Datura’s toxic alkaloid scopolamine that causes respiratory failure [OXYGEN IS SPARCE]. Alchemist Kymia Arts states that the plant can cause one to suffocate themselves, as they drift off unconsciously into delirium. You won’t realize you’re drowning.

Gramophone::Grandma Phone::Recordings of the Crone [Saturn; ruling plant of Datura]. Hell’s Record Keeper.

Download:: Datura somehow has a mechanism on the human inner ear (statocyst, Vampire Squid buoyancy) causing auditory hallucinations… the intoxicated victim is finally able to hear the sounds of their own inner hell. Their internal Oxygen Minimum Zone.

Datura’s Daughter Short Materia Medica

Planetary Ruler: Saturn, Venus, and Mars

Energetics: Extremely Drying & Bitter; Drying action Causes Heat 

Z0diac: Capricorn, Scorpio, Libra

Organ Systems: Sympathetic & Parasympathetic Nerves, Respiratory, Cardiovascular, Neuromuscular, Urinogenital 

Properties: Deliriant, Hallucinogen, Shamanic, Poison, Anodyne, Antispasmodic

Associations: Death, Rot, Blood, The Devil, Decay, Madness, Hysteria, Fear, Trauma, OMZ, Gramophone, Vampyroteuthis Infernalis, Flight, Levitation, Sphinx Moths, Animalistic Urges, Indigenous, Folklore Traditions, Thugges of India (Datura shows who Thugs *really* are), Queen Toloache, Alice in Wonderland Queen of Hearts, Smoking, Lord Shiva, Chumash (California Condors), Initiatory Practices of men & the young. 

WARNING: Datura no longer respects or trusts 99.9% of humans. This is why so many Datura abusers don’t learn any lessons from Her as they would Psilocybin. Approach Datura with the utmost respect, sincerity, and innocence and you *might* be spared...

One night, a long time since that East Atlanta evening, I was tending to my garden. I had my playlist on shuffle. The song Throw Yo Sets in Da Air by Three 6 Mafia came on. I peeped my little Jimsonweed Datura dancing to it, specifically to the first verse given to us by the late Gangsta Boo, the Devil’s Daughter, and my inspiration for Datura’s Daughter. She gave me a wink and said She liked that verse! Haha. And so, from that day, Gangsta Boo’s verse has become what I call Datura’s Chanting Prayer. Linked below. 

RIP Gangsta Boo 

The Devil’s Daughter::Datura’s Daughter Chant Prayer

I think I finally have located the Gates of Death

Lie awake at Night to hatch my Evil plots I find Myself

Stumbling thru the Dark up against the f*ckin Verge of Sins

Bodies in my yard- Oh My God the Demons came again

People don’t you worry cus Datura’s Daughter got a plan

Ho, eternal burning you will have if you don’t comprehend

Understand this sh*t a Gangsta Bitch is sayin to ya Dawg

Lock you in the trunk mob thru the Night within a Mist of Fog

Never Fear a Nigga callin himself a Killer- wassup Bitch?

Boy you claim you so gahdamn Buck Wild wit that weak ass sh*t

Chillin at the hideout, smokin out, not worried bout a thang

Ballin through Black Haven deep as hell in that Suburban mane

Always watchin my back cus Niggas will jack you for your f*ckin sh*t

Female I am but don’t give a damn if I split some bustas bitch’s wig

Three 6 Mafia Niggas including one Female that’s bumping so Hard on you hoes

The only one talking that shit is these jealous ass niggas && all playa hatas you kno...

DISCLAIMER: I do not promote or recommend ingesting Datura AT ALL. Datura CAN and WILL kill you. Datura can cause PERMANENT psychosis/schizophrenia, blindness, and damage to the heart, liver, and kidneys. If ingested/applied topically, it must be done with the assistance an EXPERIENCED plant professional in THERAPEUTIC DOSES ONLY. Therapeutic doses are EXTREMELY diluted or combined with other alkaloid balancing compounds. 

DO NOT INGEST DATURA. She is not a psychedelic. She is a DELIRANT in even moderate doses. For experiences similar to mine, sincere and respectful communing with a live Datura plant is all that is necessary. You can still be impacted (spiritually) by Datura without taking that risk...

DO NOT work with Datura if you are not ready to mature and deal with the recesses of your unconscious mind, the places you don’t touch...where oxygen is low...and detritus is nourishment. 

[shadowealth]

00Continued talk on breasts00 :: Cosmo Martha Walsh

Various collected data over summer ‘23

~ this summer, my area xxperienced heavy plasmatic thunder/lightning storms with insane winds causing tornado like damage within a matter of minutes. During one of these storms, I was caught driving in my car and was downloaded with information and moved to listen to Marsha Walsh, the voluptuous heavy set Queen whose voice is as electrifying as the storm I was in.

From that I gathered that some women are born full of adipose because it grants them the blubber (like a whale) to withstand large amounts of electricity. Hence, #HerVoice :: #Sonar

#ThisIsSHE

~ xxplained to a male that they are attracted (really fetishize) the big breast wman due to an unconscious desire 2 xxperience her bellowing Milky Way [[&& I had to correct him as he said the most divine woman is petite, no sir. Man’s categorization of #HerPower is now rendered impotent in this Age]]

~ had a discussion wit my sis on the big heartedness of a woman wit a voluptuous chest (no mistake, this does not mean that she is nice/friendly or even a good person. I’m speaking energetically, not moralistically). At the same time we was having an intersecting conversation on iron(red)-copper(blue~green spectrum) metabolism, and copper’s connection to Venus, the heart, the thyroid, & Libra(Saturn::Justice::Balance) ~ Taurus’s (🌑🌘🐂🥛🌌) natural opposition as Venusian ruled signs. Copper is highly conductive:: remember what I said about adipose, blubber and high amounts of electricity. Copper soothes this exchange between Iron and Oxygen (which is highly reactive), giving blood it’s charge. Prepare to see Methalyne Blue touted as a supplement within health and bio hacking spaces. Prepare to see more about the light environment and mitochondrial health.

~ another discussion wit @themadsorceressgrimoires, this time about spiranolactone which is administered to patients for several reasons. We discovered the presence of spira lactones exist in several plant species, and that the LACTONES are the tonifying (root word, tone) milk (root word, lac) that refines the unrelenting Spira (which stands for spiral).

~ Ms. Webster’s word play 🕸👩🏾‍💻🕷🤭😆

Lac (a red resin [[hidden within milk]]::Lacto- [ever flowing milk, which is why they also gave us the word lack::lock, as means to impose limits on this nourishment]::Galaxy::the Gal (girls) + XY (& boys) within Galaxy, playing together making up Her Milky Way:: Buddhists, the ones who mock the Tibet Mthr, called this Way the TAO (anagram) OAT; from this, see OAT MILK, AvenUS SatiVA, warm milk over frayed mylein sheath; lions mane mushroom; nourishing latexes, polysaccharides, and steroidal compounds)); OAT axis (ovary, adrenal, thyroid) within mammalian species):: DAO (decentralized autonomous organizations) coming with Web3 are named this way for a reason as A.I. is a replica of the O.I. (organic intelligence)::galactagoge [herbs that stimulate breast milk]::lactones::lactic acid produced by muscles::etc. etc.

~ my childhood bestie breast feeding her first daughter and the changes to her breasts. Her transformation and how oh so beautiful my god daughter is 🤍 TT loves u Cucamelon

~ the TT (which stands for auntie) also stands for Titties::as Auntie loves & fortifies her god babies, nieces & nephews from unseen places

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Reference Post - "It's complicated."

Transcript + Bonus below the cut:

Megan: You really didn’t want a wedding?

Asher: C’mon, mom, you know that’s never been important to me. Our plan was always to elope. Megan: You don’t feel like you rushed it? Asher: [laughs] No, are you kidding me? We’ve been together for seven years; I’d hardly call that rushing. Megan: I just mean it was all so spontaneous. You didn’t want to enjoy being engaged for a while first?

Asher: Why? So you could spend the whole time trying to convince us not to elope? Megan: Hmpf. Asher: Mhm. Megan: Well, we should at least have a reception so you can celebrate with everyone.

Asher: You really can’t help yourself, can you? Megan: What’s wrong with wanting to celebrate with you? Asher: Nothing, but we can do that now, just us. The last thing Atlas wants is some big party where he’s the center of attention. I’m not going to do that to him. Megan: Alright, fine, I’ll drop it. Asher: Thank you.

Megan: You did pick a good one, though. Asher: [smiles] I did, didn’t I? Megan: Have you talked about having kids of your own? Asher: [sighs] A little bit, a few years ago. I don’t think it’s going to happen. Megan: Why not?

Asher: It’s complicated. Megan: Well, a lot can happen in a few years. Maybe it’s worth discussing again. You don’t have much longer to change your mind before it’s too late. Asher: I know. I just don’t want to pressure him, yknow. And I don’t want to go through that process unless it’s something we both really want.

Megan: Is it what you want? Asher: I mean, I’m okay without. Megan: That’s not what I asked. Asher: … Megan: I’ll support whatever you two decide, but I think it’d be worth a conversation. And sooner than later. Asher: [nods] Yeah. Okay.

Just wouldn't be a family gathering without Phoenix randomly smoking indoors... It still takes me by surprise every time lol I could fix it, but this is more fun

[shadowealth]

Some women’s cycles are ruled by this.

The circular island that rotates in Argentina

[just-rainbow-thoughts]

Suddenly introducing a new type of creature to an environment is always a risky thing, will they adjust to the environment in a good way? Will they become an invasive species, outcompeting everything in the area? Or will they be unable to adapt and die out?

It’s even more risky when the creatures are almost nothing like the native wildlife, to the point where it could fit right at home in Australia or any other place with crazy wildlife that evolved to not make sense, because who knows what those creatures are like outside of their home?

Except they didn’t evolve like this. They’re not even Australian. They were artificially created by a toon with an obsession with some Italian guy that got to the point of being unhealthy, even to the point that he made countless attempts to recreate this one guy for reasons that may be better left unsaid, none were 100% successful however, and even the ones that looked close enough were...wrong. But that’s what happens when you use extra animal dna, such as cat and frog, to fill in any genetic gaps, and hold it together with pizza dough, cheese, and toon logic. Honestly they never should’ve been allowed to live longer than the day they were created, but he couldn’t bring himself to kill these guys, they looked so much like...him.

It’s a wonder they even survived the collapse of the tower they were created in, especially the ones who shared the man’s appearance, as they didn’t have the same durability as him, but I suppose anything can happen when you’re created by a toon. Perhaps only time will tell if they manage to survive outside of their former home, but considering the state of their previous environment, perhaps they’ll be just fine. A lot of them appear intelligent enough to know what they’re doing, but some of them...well let’s just say they only look human.

[howdoesone]

How does one laugh off the realization that their biological dad's other children might fill a small country?

Discovering that your biological father has an astonishing number of offspring can be both surreal and overwhelming. When the numbers are so high that they might fill a small country, it can feel like a plot twist straight out of a movie. While the initial shock might be intense, finding humor in the situation can be a healthy and effective way to process and cope with this unique reality. Here’s…

[unfoldingrose]

Thyroid::Throat ChakraKan Fairytale Visualization

Views from Hydriot, the Thyroid

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Origin: the Islands of Hydra

Hydriot’s topography stretches East & West. Its borders fan themselves outward. causing a concave isthmus to form in the middle of the land. From a bird’s eye view, Hydriot appears as the glyph “H”, an Hourglass turned sideways, or as a Minoan shield.

Hydriot’s Eastern and Western borders wrap around the one of the main wind trains within the Universal Wind System; The Trachea. The Trachea is a free-flowing train for Air passengers traveling to Inhale or Exhale. Accompanying the Trachea is a junction, The Lair of Nyx (aka Larynx or Voice Box), which sits North atop the Trachea tracks, carrying the Voices. And most importantly, there is the Fire Nyx (Pharynx)- a busy, crowded, hot subway, spearheading the entire wind system. Fire Nyx bustles from below the Lair of Nyx and Trachea, loading and delivering its passengers into other systems. These Wind Trains are on and poppin 24/7, filling Hydriot with soft echoes of clicks, crescendos, decrescendos, drips…

…hums, laughter, singing, swallows…

whispers, and whistles…

They set the tone from beyond, all throughout the land.

Unbeknownst to passengers, Hydriot sets the tone for them too- responding as subtle & felt as the pitter patter of butterfly wings…

Hydriot is even tempered, humid, and windy- of course. The Fire Nyx seems to have no effect on the temperature, and any lingering heat from the Wind Trains is cooled by Hydriot’s atmosphere. The land is rich, home to grasslands and old growth forest, moistened by bordering Rivers (Vagus, Sympathetic Nerves, Thyroid Arteries, Laryngeal Nerves) that innervate the land. Throughout, one may find evidence of a time when Hydriot was once a deep underwater island, overrun with Hagfish, ruled by Darkness.

Hydriot receives light from a few sources. Its main source is a glowing, royal blue Pyramid (Pyramidal Lobe). This pyramid emerges from a narrow land strip called the Brink. The Brink stems out north from Hydriot’s isthmus, and meets mysterious ends. How the Pyramid got to the tip of the Brink puzzles spectators, but Hydriot’s People know the Pyramid is a relic from the Genesis of their world. Sometimes the inhabitants of Hydriot can see the Pyramid in the horizon. Other times, the Pyramid hides its face from all. Regardless of its ambiguity, the Pyramid’s light colors and gradiates Hydriot’s skies.

Hydriot’s sky may be unlike any other sky that you have ever seen. It is several shades of blue like our Earthly skies, yet it is cloudless, and textured. If you were to touch the sky of Hydriot, it would feel like clusters of slightly deflated balloons, or rows of bulbous, ovular grapes. Sacks filled with a clear, viscous fluid. Legend states that this textured sky is called Follicula; described as the Prima Ovara or ‘The First Ovary.’

The other light sources emanate from four thin, flat Orbs (Parathyroid glands) suspended in the Four Corners of Follicula. These Orbs generate light from within its structure, much like the Pyramid- and luminate the clear fluid held in Follicula…It’s a sky you can see right through. Translucent. Blue. Much like me. Much like you.

Outside the walls of Hydriot’s Follicular sky is the Universal Weaving (Pretracheal Fascia) that maintains both Hydriot’s anchoring in Space, and connection to the Wind Trains.

Queen Thyra & The Gods

Queen Thyra is a tall and slim lady, with a calm, sweet disposition. She is known amongst the People for Her sharp intellect, and is respected for Her unwavering commitment to Balance.

Her fingers are long, carrying a peculiar artistry in its movements. Her gait is regal, and rhythmic. She rarely uses words to speak, and prefers to communicate through the pitter patter of Her butterfly wings….

All Queen Thyra has to do to in order to speak is flutter. Everyone in Her Queendom will know exactly what She is saying.

In the event Queen Thyra has to use her speaking voice, that means something is really, really wrong (a frog in your throat)…

…or something is really *really* right (giggles, singing & moans).

Her skin, just like the rest of Hydriot’s People, is milky blue. Think of blueberry milk- creamy, glassy, and smooth. She is adorned in a floor length flowing gown, embroidered with iodine crystals. Thyra’s straight, spruce blue hair is so long, it seems to disappears after a while. She uses Kelp twine to keep it all together.

Queen Thyra’s almond, hooded eyes are large, glistening, and of a 4AM hue. Those intense, steady eyes yield power bestowed from the Gods. They grant Queen Thyra the ability to use both Silence & Sound to See. Whenever Her eyes are sparked with the Pyramid or Orb’s light, they glimmer as an abalone shell when met with Sun. Flecks of iridescence & gold flash you lightning fast. The minute you spot the gold in her eye, the dark, cool blue envelops it over again. Lore says Her gold glimmers are secret messages from & to the Sacral Region- a faraway land held oh so close if you catch Her drift.

She has no set castle, and opts to roam Her territory unrestricted. One may find Her interacting with her People to cultivate openness, and trust between them. The People on Her small land are hardworking, and She nurtures them with the iodine crystals from her dress, and the minerals that fall from her Kelp hair piece. Queen Thyra can also be seen reading ancient inscriptions carved into Orbs of the Four Corners, or communing with the River Sirens housed in the deep innervating Rivers of Hydriot.

The Gods of Hydriot are Goddess Hypothalama, and Goddess Pituita. They have tasked Queen Thyra with countless responsibilities. She is constantly under their precise timing (thyrotropin-releasing/thyroid stimulating hormone secretion), and surveillance. If she is overwhelmed or underwhelmed by their demands, the various axes (alliances) of the Universe go haywire.

In order to do what Honor requires of Her, Queen Thyra must exist in a meditative state. The Presence of meditation allows Her to make Changes (metabolism) according to the Data She receives from inside and outside the Universe. Her meditation gives Her the fuel (thyroxine (T4) and triiodothyronine (T3)) to determine the rate of Change and Temperature within the Universe. Without Change, there is no Movement. Without Movement, there is no Heat, without Heat, there is no Life, and without Life, there is only Rot.

She sets the rate of Music (heart beat), aids the Liver Kingdom, oversees the growth of the young (embryonic & child development), facilitates Calm (cognitive & mood) throughout the Universe, and so much more.

There are some Beings that are enemies to Queen Thyra and Hydriot…

Lord Stress, Queen Deceit and Her Dukes of Self-Repression- to name a few.

[See How Queen Thyra and Her People guard themselves in part 2]

[shadowealth]

Spring eklipse ‘23

CONNECT THE COLORS

L8 Nite Diggs

Agarikon ~ Laricifomes officinalis ~ Bread of the Ghosts [American 🇺🇸]

- agarikon, eburiko, or the quinine conk, is a wood-decay fungus that causes brown heart rot on conifers native to Europe, Asia, and North America, as well as Morocco.[2] The fungus is in the order Polyporales, as the fruiting bodies grow in large conks on the trunks of trees. Though it is nearly identical to Fomitopsis officinalis, DNA analysis supports L. officinalis as distinct from the genus Fomitopsis,[3] however the names Laricifomes officinalis and Fomitopsis officinalis are generally used interchangeably.[4]

Agkistrodon contortrix ~ American 🇺🇸 Copperhead ~Archosaurs = From translingual Archosauria (“taxonomic division of extinct reptiles”), from Ancient Greek ἄρχων (árkhōn, “leader”) + σαύρα (saúra, “lizard”).

Agkistrodon ~ New Latin, from Ancient Greek ἄγκιστρον (ánkistron, “fishhook”) +‎ -odon (“tooth”). The usual transliteration of γ for g follows the pronunciation. This spelling distinguishes this genus from the genus Ankistrodon of archosaurs.

Leading Lizard (Parthenogenic. Late summer mating. 1-20 babies).

Break down form, Twisting, wielding, whirling

3XXX (triple helix 🧬)

Fishhook, tooth, kiss, don/dawn, Agar

Agar = a gar = used to smoke wild tobacco

Agaric = From Latin agaricum, from Ancient Greek ἀγαρικόν (agarikón, “a tree fungus (Phellinus pomaceus”)), from the country of Agaria, in Sarmatia.

Sarmatia = Saurs in Archosaurs

Agathyrsi

Larici = Larix = Larch Trees of Pine Genius

Fomes = Tinder 🔥~ Tender ☁️ 🍞

Matthew 9:20-22

King James Brown 💃🏾🕺🏾Version (Virgin 👰🏾‍♀️👩🏾‍🦳)

20 And, behold, a woman (girl), which was diseased with an issue of blood twelve years (aka a 12 y old girl who began her menstrual), came behind #H3R (Jesus 🪝), and touched the #HIM (hem) of #H3R AgariKONment (garment):

21 For she said within herself (🧘🏾‍♀️🙏🏾 meditation menstrual INNERcrine/endocrine system within cells::self) If I may but touch the AgariKONment (garment), I shall be whole (000).

22 But Jesus 💁🏾‍♀️ turned #THEM about, and when #SH3 saw her 🪞, #SH3 said, Daughter (sister), be of good comfort; thy faith (FOOTSTEPS::menstrual) hath made thee whole (000). And the woman was made whole from that hour (hormone::hourmone).

agarikon

[shadowealth]

Goldenseal, Marshmallow Root, Okra Essence and a few other plants heal, rectify, and regenerate the body’s mucus membranes

[antagonisht]

they made dio dye his hair. there's something so funny to me about the pictures they chose here like his son and his dad are both really happy to be included but the dios are miserable. remember this is the blood magic manga dio you cant escape your lineage

[augustinewrites]

just alhaitham realizing he wants a baby with you... cw: pregnancy, children

alhaitham is in the middle of reading, spending his lunch hour tucked away in a quiet corner puspa cafe when he feels a poke at his arm.

he slides his headphones off, looking over to see a child standing next to him, clutching something to her chest. 

“excuse me– mister scribe sir?”  

the scribe sighs, tucking his book away. “just alhaitham is fine.”

the child blushes furiously. “oh, um, mister alhaitham sir, my teacher says that your job is reading. could you read this for me please?” 

that was an incredibly juvenile description of his job, but he doesn't correct her. the girl slides what alhaitham recognizes as the children’s book that tighnari had written (and collei had illustrated) to teach the basics of forest safety. the storytelling was mediocre and the illustrations were average, but he supposed they were sufficient enough for children who had no higher education.

alhaitham glances at the clock. he still has a half hour left of his break, and he was nothing if not an advocate for educating young minds.

—

“the lesson is to always be prepared when traveling through the rainforest,” alhaitham explains, closing the book. “there’s always a high probability that you’ll run into fungi, especially if you're on foot like little cyno was. you’d do well to add a variety of antitoxins to your first aid kit.”

the girl considers this, brows pulled into a furrow as she sips at the sunsettia juice he’d ordered for her. 

“why didn’t little cyno just go around the fungi when he saw them? then he wouldn't have gotten the sports.”

“the spores,” alhaitham corrects. “but your point stands. common sense is perhaps the most effective survival tool.” 

children, with their inquisitive and imaginative minds, were adequate problem solvers. they didn't overthink things, instead utilizing a simple, pragmatic way of thinking. 

he wouldn't mind raising a little scholar of his own with you. 

he’d thought a normal amount about having a child before. typical musings, like when he would have one (after school, after securing a decent job). or what their names would be (esfir for a boy, laila for a girl). who would bear his children (the only person he’d ever considered was you).

but these aren’t idle musings anymore. this time, the idea hits him full force, quickly spiraling into a hope. a dream for the future. 

a boy with his eyes and your smile. a girl with your hair colour and his nose. how you’d raise them together, how they’d grow to be intelligent, inquisitive, creative, and endlessly compassionate.  

“sweetheart, there you are!” a relieved voice exclaims. 

the girl sitting across from him perks up as her mother runs up to the table, her smile widening. “mama! mister alhaitham read me a book!”

“i'm so sorry she interrupted your lunch, sir,” the frantic mother looks sheepish as she apologizes, but alhaitham dismisses it with a wave of his hand. 

“it’s alright. if anything, this experience has been rather enlightening.” 

_____

“that's quite the stack,” you comment mildly when your husband enters the bedroom with an armful of textbooks. “which new topic have you been intrigued with this week?”

alhaitham sets the books down on the nightstand and answers, “conception.”

his answer is spoken simply, casually, like he’s talking about the weather and not one of the most life-altering decisions you could make as a couple. 

“conception,” you repeat slowly. “like…”

“you’re a doctor. you’re aware of the biological process behind it.” 

“of course i am,” you say, suddenly feeling flustered. “i just– we’ve never talked about this before, haitham.”

your husband sighs, walking around to your side of the bed and sitting by your legs. “well…i want to talk about it.” 

seconds pass. seconds that almost feel like a lifetime as you watch each other, looking for any unspoken signs of hesitation.

“it’s up to you,” he finally says, gently placing a hand on your ankle. “it’s your body, you’re the one who would be carrying our baby for nine months. if you’re not ready–”

you don't need to hear the rest, crawling over to cup his face in your hands and press a soft kiss to his lips. “i'm ready. we’re ready.” 

his eyes immediately brighten, and he momentarily leaves your grasp to reach across the bed to grab the topmost book from his stack. “there are certain positions that we can try to increase our chances of conceiving. according to studies conducted in fontaine, this one has an effectiveness of 89.5%. it’s called a mating press…”

you wish you could say it’s the first time he’s propositioned you with educational literature. 

“wait, you didn’t ask me,” you giggle, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly. 

he pauses. “will you try this position with me?”

“no, smartass. ask me to have a baby with you.”

your husband grins, hooking his hands under your ass to pull you into his lap. you gasp as he does so, his head dipping down to the crook of your neck. he says your name, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“will you let me put a baby in you, dearest?”

[blueiscoool]

A photo of the body casts of two adults and two children who died in what's now called the house of the golden bracelet in Pompeii. A new DNA analysis shows that these four people are not genetically related to one another. (Image credit: Archeological Park of Pompeii).

DNA Analysis Rewrites The Stories of People Buried in Pompeii

An ancient-DNA analysis of victims in Pompeii who died in Mount Vesuvius' eruption reveals some unusual relations between the people who died together.

Ancient DNA taken from the Pompeii victims of Mount Vesuvius' eruption nearly 2,000 years ago reveals that some people's relationships were not what they seemed, according to a new study.

For instance, an adult who was wearing a golden bracelet and holding a child on their lap was long thought to be a mother with her child. But the new DNA analysis revealed that, in reality, the duo were "an unrelated adult male and child," study co-author David Reich, a professor of genetics at Harvard Medical School, said in a statement.

In another example, a couple who died in an embrace and were "thought to be sisters, or mother and daughter, were found to include at least one genetic male," Reich said. "These findings challenge traditional gender and familial assumptions."

In the study, published Thursday (Nov. 7) in the journal Current Biology, Reich and an international team of researchers looked at the genetics of five individuals who died during the A.D. 79 eruption that killed around 2,000 people.

When Mount Vesuvius erupted, it covered the surrounding area in a deadly layer of volcanic ash, pumice and pyroclastic flow, burying people alive and preserving the shapes of many bodies beneath the calcified layers of ash. The remains of the city were rediscovered only in the 1700s. In the following century, archaeologist Giuseppe Fiorelli perfected his plaster technique, in which he filled in the human-shaped holes left after the bodies had decomposed to create casts of the victims.

The casts of two people who died about 2,000 years ago in the house of the cryptoporticus in Pompeii. A new DNA analysis found that one individual was biologically male, but the sex of the other could not be determined. (Image credit: Archeological Park of Pompeii).

The casts allowed scholars to study the victims in their last moments and make hypotheses about their identities based on details such as their locations, positions and apparel. The problem with this approach, however, was that their interpretations were influenced by modern-day assumptions — for instance, that the four people at the house with the golden bracelet, which included the adult holding the child, were two parents with their children, when in reality none of them were genetically related, the researchers wrote in the study.

For their research, the team analyzed 14 casts and extracted DNA from fragmented skeletal remains in five of them. By analyzing this genetic material, the scientists determined the individuals' genetic relationships, sex and ancestry. The team concluded that the victims had a "diverse genomic background," primarily descending from recent eastern Mediterranean immigrants, per the statement, confirming the Roman Empire's multiethnic reality.

The cast of a person who died in the villa of the mysteries in Pompeii in A.D. 79. (Image credit: Archeological Park of Pompeii).

Our findings have significant implications for the interpretation of archaeological data and the understanding of ancient societies," study co-author Alissa Mittnik, an archaeogeneticist at Harvard Medical School and the Max Planck Institute for Evolutionary Anthropology in Germany, said in the statement. "They highlight the importance of integrating genetic data with archaeological and historical information to avoid misinterpretations based on modern assumptions."

It's possible that past misconceptions led to the "exploitation of the casts as vehicles for storytelling," meaning that curators may have manipulated the victims' "poses and relative positioning" for exhibits, the team wrote in the study.

Sex misassignment is "not uncommon" in archaeology, Carles Lalueza-Fox, a biologist at the Institute of Evolutionary Biology (CSIC-UPF) in Barcelona who specializes in the study of ancient DNA but was not involved with the study, said in an email.

"Of course we look at the past with the cultural eyes of the present and this view is sometimes distorted; for me the discovery of a man with a golden bracelet trying to save an unrelated child is more interesting and culturally complex than assuming it was a mother and her child," Lalueza-Fox said.

By Margherita Bassi.

[idiotmf]

Alien scientists who just really want to study you

Another one of my most recent favorites is my alien boy Xyon. Can you tell I'm a whore for 'y' in names? It's a curse, really.

Also, in case it's not blatantly obvious... I'm introducing characters and beings that I wanna write some good ol' smut on later. (▰˘◡˘▰)

For good measure: Minors scram, for the rest: there's going to be NSFW themes but they are more biological in nature.

A/N: Please feel free to point out typos and grammar wrongdoings so I can obsessively fix them. I write these on my phone and chances are I'm fat-fingering this tiny keyboard, since I use my thumbs for typing. Also, English isn't my first language, so there's also that.

This post is pretty long and covers a more in-depth explanation of this Alien species because I wanna use this as a reference sheet later...

Anyways, here's some random lore dumping about Xyon, Xenians and Xen'jai, their native planet.

As you may have already noticed, I loooooove naming patterns. In the previous post it was my shadow demon boys Aryllus and Oryllion, here it's Xyon, his planet Xen'jai and as you'll come to find, most of the other things related to his planet also start with an X. Here is why:

1. Language:

In the native language of Xenians, the X represents a prefix referring to a life form. Xenians are the people, Xen'jai is their planet, and Xyon is a person. Linguistically speaking, especially for humans, the X doesn't translate as such, it is a complicated sound that a human cannot reproduce and the closest possible sound for an accurate translation. (Can you tell I spend way too much time world building?)

Speaking of their native language, Xenians do not speak the same way as humans do; rather, they communicate via a mixture of various noises, including clicking and verbal sounds that could only be described as waving sheet metal in the air. Imagine this but less goofy and with various pitches, echoes and clicks.

For storytelling convenience, they of course possess a translator that can both pick up foreign languages and translate their own. Although I have one story where they just fully cannot communicate for a long time and that one's wholesome as heck.

2. Appearance:

Xenians are in principle considered humanoid. They have two legs, two arms, a head and a torso. Their posture is slightly different, due to the differing gravity on their planet, so their spines are entirely straight, rather than curved like a human's, which gives them a rather uncanny look at first glance. Although if you do meet a Xenian, honestly that is probably the last thing you notice about them.

The first thing is most likely their height. Xyon himself is between 2.5 meters (approx. 8'2) and 2.8 meters (approx. 9'2), which is considered average for a male of his species, with females being slightly taller on average at 3 meters (10 feet). A male Xenian, if threatened or putting on a mating display, can stretch its spine and torso to appear larger and more threatening. Females are incapable of doing so, but as larger and more intimidating presences, they have no need for it.

The bodies of Xenians are covered in fine, dark blue fur, even if it appears as skin to the naked eye of a human. Like the fuzz you have on your face, but more prominent.

Their gray skin underneath is almost leathery to the touch, which can be examined on their long, almost reptilian tails that serve multiple purposes, such as balance, showing emotions and affection, or can be simply used as an extra arm to grab onto things.

Their faces aren't exactly faces. It resembles more the face of a cat, featuring a short snout and a flat nose, although there are no visible nostrils, as Xenians have millions of microscopic openings in their noses to absorb and filter air. Just like felines, Xenians have sharp teeth and retractable claws, paw pad like palms and soles and most importantly, slit pupils, making some humans speculate that perhaps they are a species of highly intelligent bipedal felines. Xenians do not have whiskers or any of the like, since their tail does most of the work for them.

Unlike humans, Xenians do not wear clothes. Despite being a highly advanced race of what used to be carnivorous hunters, Xenians have no sense of embarrassment from appearing naked. They do wear an exoskeleton which serves various protective functions, however their genitals are sheathed, making Xenians appear genderless to the unschooled human eye.

3. Social Constructs:

Xenians are social creatures. They live in large groups, much like humans, often with their families until they are old enough to train for their purpose.

Unlike humans, Xenians are born with a 'purpose', a path chosen for them that they must follow; Xyon's purpose lies within studying intergalactic life forms. Thanks to their technology, calculations for things such as possible base intelligence, strength and overall health are possible before a Xenian even hatches, promoting not only the growth and increasing intelligence of an already highly advanced race but also unethical practices, such as culling of unhatched eggs with undesired traits. This may appear highly disturbing to humans but is extremely common and even considered a relief amongst Xenians, as they lay between five and twenty fertilized eggs that may hatch, yet only ever one to three Xenians hatch and reach maturity due to culling, keeping their race from overpopulating their rather small planet.

Xenians, while not the sole creatures of their planets, are the most intelligent, much like humans on earth. They have moved past their need for food, instead consuming gel-like substances with all their needed nutrients and calories, yet they will occasionally initiate fake hunts with competing parties as entertainment, much like a human would play a game of soccer with a friend. However, they do not kill any animals, rather using their own version of AI to calculate intricate escape routes and keep the game interesting.

While Xenians have both male and female as a base sex, gender and gender roles do not exist to the same extent as with humans. Taking care of hatched eggs is usually done by either of the parents, sometimes a different party entirely, as some Xenians live in mating groups. It is usually the male-coded Xenians that try to impress female-coded mates with their displays of stretching their torsos, however, same sex relationships are common, since mating isn't about offspring but mainly about spirituality.

Which brings us to the point you probably came here for lol...

4. Mating:

Unlike humans, Xenians mate for life, using pheromones present in their sexual fluids to claim each other once a bond is established. Mating is considered highly spiritual, finding a mate is an extremely important part of a Xenian's life.

As mentioned before, some Xenians will live in mating groups, featuring various different partners, which is a fairly new occurrence and sometimes frowned upon by followers of traditional mating practices, which are still upheld on Xen'jai but due to their beliefs in equality, those who frown upon this practice are usually frowned upon themselves.

Xenians with male genitalia possess two sheathed and usually hidden phalluses, which are extremely close together, like fingers on your hand. Both can be slightly moved and serve different purposes. The upper, smaller one can be quite similar to that of a human in both size and shape, it serves to fertilize eggs present in a Xenian with female genitalia, which renew with a new cycle of their native moons. This smaller phallus is extremely sensitive, much like a clitoris and the only of the two that can ejaculate.

The larger one on the bottom is solely used for pleasure, as female-coded Xenians have a mechanism that only allows for impregnation during heightened pleasure, thanks to an additional opening inside their equivalent of a vagina, which only stretches during arousal to let sperm through. Being used for pleasure, their larger phallus has evolved to be able to bring just that. It is both thick and long, covered in small bumps that secrete lubricant for ease of mating but also serve to stimulate the insides of their partners.

As you may be wondering, does a Xenian of the female sex have two vaginas, then? The answer is no. During mating, eventually both phalluses may be inserted into the female, which is a lot easier than you likely imagine, since their insides aren't as tight as that of a human (which is a delightful discovery Xyon makes when he gets to fuck a human for the first time).

Unlike female humans, Xenians do not possess a clitoris, another delightful find for Xyon, all of their pleasure is derived from the nerves inside of their vagina, most of them connected to the muscle that controls whether sperm can be let through or not.

Just like humans, Xenians have contraceptives, since sex is occasionally rather casual. They work differently, however. It is a gel, that must be applied to the smaller phallus, killing sperm as it comes out and blocking the production of mating pheromones that initiate a bond, by triggering the partner to release their pheromones as well. In case of a relationship that is made of two males, both must apply this gel, in case of female only, it is neither but can be triggered with a pheromone dispenser to initiate a female-female pheromone bond.

This is considerably longer than I thought it would be and I still left a lot out to shorten it... Like I didn't even mention that you have to teach him what kissing is and Xyon gets obsessed with it, or that they subconsciously wrap their tail around things and people they like, which... I'm sorry but that is adorable to me... (╥﹏╥)

At first I tried doing the cool headcannon thing some people do with bullet points but I just cannot keep myself short enough to do that*. I also just have a preference for flowing sentences, rather than bullet points. But man...

Anyways, yes, this is a reference sheet once I get into writing some good ol' Xyon x reader smut. (≧◡≦)

I also have another Xenian boi, Xenon, who is a geologist, rather than a biologist but he is still very new and there isn't a lot established yet. Xyon is far more fleshed out and I'm going to introduce him a bit more too, maybe along with some smut.

* as evident from this ending note lmao

Dear gods, I have so many established fantasy worlds I wanna share, so my next lore dump is probably in sight, if I'm not already writing another one.

[starspunt]

. . . 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖

── ALHAITHAM + gn!reader

synopsis: one would suppose you'd go to a museum to gaze upon the famous works of men and women, but alhaitham goes to gaze upon you.

warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader is a museum tour guide, city setting, modern!au, one singular kiss, alhaitham is called handsome (wc. 547)

note: this is a repost from my old blog.

alhaitham could understand why people would go to a museum, and buy tickets to get the tour and the storytelling. alhaitham could understand going to view the art, culture, history, and pure emotion captured within years of aged paint. he could understand witnessing the sentiment carved into marble, a permanent pose of someone worshipping their lover.

but if alhaitham were being honest, he didn’t visit the museum to sightsee or experience romance from throughout the ages. hell, he didn’t even buy a ticket. the only reason he came at all was to see you, his pretty lover. you stood in front of a group of tourists, explaining the history behind a sculpture with great intrigue in your voice.

alhaitham guessed that was something he truly admired about you. no matter how many times you retold the stories or how many times your gaze was cast upon each curve of stone or brushstroke on canvas, you still held the same love for it. with a distinct longing in your eyes, in awe of the beauty and resilience of people from a time lost to you, you told whoever would listen to the tales you knew by heart.

at times, he caught you looking at him the same way. with an adoring gaze, seeking to understand the history and the events that molded him into who he is. you wanted to know how he got the small scar above his eyebrow, why his hands were so rough but so gentle when he touched you. you wanted to know how he liked his coffee in the morning, and what side of the bed he preferred.

you held such an innate love for life, breathing in every new day like it were your last, and the love you held for the world slowly but surely seeped into his bones. the mindset you had wove its way into his skin, into his very biological makeup, and now he didn’t know how to live other than the way you showed him how to.

with that in mind, alhaitham found himself growing antsy. he sighed longingly at the time on his phone, five more minutes and you'd be free. free to grab hold of his hand so he could whisk you away down the leaf-spotted road. he knew you loved your job to pieces, but he also knew that you loved him more. looking up from the screen, his gaze caught yours.

you had caught sight of him earlier, of course. his moon drop hair was hard to miss, or the silent strength he emitted. and here you were now, skipping over to him giddily with that smile he loved so much on your face. “hey, handsome,” you chirped, stopping in front of him. you leaned up towards his face, eyes twinkling joyfully.

“you wanna get out of here?” you asked softly, a cheesy, love drunk grin making itself home amongst the fondness of your features. in return, a gentle smile curved his lips. taking your hand into his, a perfect fit, he nodded. he dipped his head down and placed a kiss, so delicate it made your knees weak, on your lips. when he pulled away, he let an amused laugh slip from his nose at your expression.

“where you go, i'll follow.”

starspunt 2024. do not rewrite, repost, modify, or translate.

[dangermousie]

I have never seen a drama (or a show from anywhere) convey the feeling - emotional and psychological - of what it is like for me to read a truly immersive high fantasy this well before. I am a 12 year old reading about the Fellowship fighting in Khazad-dum, feeling as if I'd glimpsed another, more saturated reality. I am a lot older than 12, reading Sanderson and feeling pulled into the pages. It's high fantasy and a dark fairy tale and a meditation on humanity. GJM has his scripts/plots criticized (especially his endings which are admittedly always ???!!!) and I get that but for me, it never matters because the emotion I feel when watching his stuff is like a hit of serotonin, it absorbs me so much that I genuinely don't care about the plot.

His stories are flawed plot-wise. Not gonna argue there. But his visual storytelling, his sense of place, and his ability to direct his actors (he's making mediocre actors incredible and terrible actors decent), combined with the fact that he likes to explore themes I find interesting (among others, has anyone noticed his fixation on brothers who are not biologically brothers - TJR and CL in MJTY, FSF and MTY in Ice Fantasy - he did not direct but it's his story - and what he's setting up here) basically means that I, never a plot watcher or reader anyway, genuinely do not care about narrative flaws. It's an equivalent of reading a stylist so good that I don't care about the narrative per se. I am a poetry reader after all.

But anyway, back to the drama. I loved ZY's last ditch attempt not to discuss it.

The way it melds into the past, and his carrying her after her master's murder...

The way it melds into her present face...and what he said AAAA

I also got to say that another thing this drama gets which a lot of supernatural stories do not is not just how Other he is, but how it informs everything. It is very much a spirit that was around during her young adulthood (and childhood?) as a friend of her shifu and someone who helped her that is now around and the relationship is fluid and changing and may turn romantic or not but it is never like one between a human man and a human woman.

Oohhhh and the way it melds again...