#creation makes you mother 💚

[into-the-temoverse]

I do not wish to impersonate Teagan. This is purely for fun.

"Is... Is it on? Oh! It's on! Hello my oddities and curiosities!" - Teagan

"Hey." - Devil

"Greetings." - Athena

*Hey everyone!* - Upright

*Hi there* - Reversed

"Ello darling!" - Athermes

"OH MY GODS, HIIII!!" - Signs

𝔸𝕙, 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤. - Angel

× ... Hi. × - Rev

"Hi guys!" - Heartdrop

WELCOME TO THE TE/MOVERSE BLOG!! Yes, I am ABSOLUTELY going insane, and yes, this is @grape-jucie-dog . I am now running 5 accounts, 4 of them being roleplay accounts.

... ANYWAYS! I originally made this for the Jorge of Ithaca AU (made by @zippyskyfalls (yes hi I made another account, the original was a test)), but then I remembered the TE/MOverse! And so, here we are!

Yes, there's lore here. Once again, I have gone insane.

Buckle up, there's tags for each of these guys.

#creation makes you mother 💚 (Anything to do with Teagan)

#played roulette with death ❤️ (Anything to do with Devil)

#badass in the arena 💙 (Anything to do with Athena)

#laud me baby! 💚✨ (Anything to do with Upright)

#let the witch trial begin 🖤✨ (Anything to do with Reversed)

#sisters on fire 🔥 (Both twins in one post)

#and i call this root holy moly! 🌺✨ (Anything to do with Athermes)

#universe was that a sign? 🃏(Anything to do with Signs)

#the angels were once beasts of eyes 💛 (Anything to do with Angel

#is this what revelations is? 🗡️ (Anything to do with Rev)

#so i stare at ceilings bury feelings 🩷💔 (Anything to do with Heartdrop) (ADDED: January 29th, 2025)

[buriedpentacles]

Pick a Picture - What Message Does The Natural World Have For You? 💚🪲🌱

Pick the image that calls to you and scroll to their respective message. If the message does not resonate or feel 'right', then leave it for another and move on. I would love if you replied or dmed me to let me know if the message DID resonate!! Pictures chosen randomly from pinterest. I used the Tarot of the Divine by Yoshi Yoshitani.

🐦‍⬛ PILE 1 - Deer and Crow Cards: Eight of Swords rv, Ten of Wands, Queen of Cups rv

This is a message from the natural world, and yet there are no pentacles - no cards representing the earth. You have grown disconected from the world around you, so caught up in yourself and your own feelings that you have failed to notice the changes around you; are you aware of how the moon has changed this cycle? Have you noticed the changes in flower blooms or the absence of certain bird calls? You have been so wrapped up in your own world that a lifetime has passed in the world around you. The Eight of Swords is a cage that you have built around yourself, you have bound yourself to your troubles and then lost yourself to the victimhood that you created. Now, it is time to let go. The pain is familiar but the sword only hurts because you still hold it. Let it go. The Ten of Wands is the central card, and the only upright one; it is time to accept that the end has come and that you need to move on. If you don't you will become stagnant and burdened by 'it'. Endings can be so difficult, we want to hold on for as long as we can, but we must accept that everything comes to an end. But when one flower dies, another takes it place, not the same perhaps, but beautiful still. The Queen of Cups, as the only court card, represents you. Typically, the Queen of Cups is a kind, intuitive figure - she listens to others and her own heart. But here the Queen is reversed. Your emotions relating to this change are compromised, you are not listening to your intuition or to others, only your selfish desire. Take a step back, breath, and recognise that deep down your heart and body know you must let go.

🌊 PILE 2 - Deer in Water Cards: The High Priestess, The Empress, Nine of Wands rv

A message with tw omajor arcana speaks to me of great importance, this is not a message about your path or journey, it is not about your current troubles or wishes for the future. This is a message about your very being and who you are. The High Priestess is a keeper of incredible wisdom, she knows things that she has never read, heard secrets that no-one has whispered and wanders in the realm of moonlight and dreams. Listen to your intuition and your dreams because they are telling you the truth. A deer does not question it's urge to flee, or it's feeling that it is safe, it trusts its evolution and intuition and behaves accordingly, but that does not mean they are unaware. Listen to your body, where do you feel anger? How does it feel? Is it sharp? Warm? Does it sit in your ribcage or your stomach? Practice this for all your emotions so that you can recognise and respect them. The Empress is the card of a Mother, of Nature and her power of creation. This card is to remind you of her presence in your life. You are an animal, just the same as the birds outside your window or the fox that scurries through your garden. You have the same primal knowledge, the same instincts and feelings. Do not try to sanitise yourself or seperate yourself from the beasts because that is when you hurt people the most. You will feel anger and sadness, you will make mistakes, lash out and be cruel. There will be people who cannot forgive you, and others that can. This is how it is and you must accept that. Know your feelings, give them space and compassion. Only then can you work towards improving your behaviours and actions. The Nine of Wands is reversed, and the only minor arcana - this card is relevant only in tangent to the others. You are struggling to move forward in your healing. In your mind, your path to "redepemtion" is far too steep and rocky, you feel as though you will never be the person you want to be. And maybe you won't. But, if you stop trying to change yourself for others, if you stop trying to make yourself into this perfect, unfeeling, unbothered martyr, then you will become the person that you are meant to be. The person who sits inside your irbs, nestled against your heart, whispering to you: "Run away from it all. Be free from them." Perhaps it is time to listen to that voice.

🌼 PILE 3 - Deer in Meadow Cards: Justice, Seven of Pentacles rv, Eight of Wands rv

The Major Arcana, Justice, is a representative of the Air element - truth, intellect, communication are the pillars of the element and this is where your message lies. You are searching for the truth in a matter. The Justice card speaks of truth, but also of actions and consequence - a double edged blade. Truth has a way of finding itself to the surface, no matter how deep it is buried, and you have decided that you will be the one to find it. But remember, Justice must be impartial, you cannot dictate the truth based on what you wish it to be. Review the facts and context and make your decisions fairly. The Seven of Pentacles reversed signifies that you have been pouring a lot of energy into this search, this desperation to find the truth, but you are looking in the wrong place. You've become so blinded by what you think is true that you are digging only in places that could confirm it. But now, you've been searching here for so long that you feel giving up would be a waste or a failure. Do not invest your time where it will not bear fruit. The Eight of Wands is a similiar message, your progress is delayed and communication grows more difficult. Your answers lie just out of reach but you will reach them, it is just going to take time and effort. Make sure you are truly aligned with your goal, and willing to look in other places even if it will present a distatesteful answer. If you are not willing to accept a truth that hurts, look away. Stop trying to find a false truth in someone else, that is only a distraction from the blade that lays wedged between your own ribs - the one who put it there is behind you, so turn around.

[ohforficsake]

Talk Refined

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Summary: Orpheus and Eurydice. A Blacksmith and a Warrior. A Lawyer and the Lady He Meets at a Bar. Two souls fated to find each other across lifetimes. Here are just a few of those stories.

Pairing: Ezra x f!Reader. Reader is able-bodied and takes many forms. Described as having hair that can be pinned back in one instance, generally open description in others.

This is my submission for @wannab-urs Hozier Drabble Challenge! My character was Ezra, and my prompt was "Talk" off of Wasteland, Baby!. This was such a fun challenge, thank you so much for organizing it, Gin!

Word Count: ~5.8K (I blew past drabble, I'm so sorry)

Rating: Explicit 18+ / brief fingering / brief handjob / unprotected piv / language / main character death / Minors DNI

A/N: This was so incredibly fun to write and I actually had a huge smile on my face when I finished it that I'm pretty sure is still there. I'm incredibly happy with how this turned out. I've never written for Ezra before, so this was a really interesting exercise in finding the voice of a character that I found quite challenging to get to the heart of. Ezra folks, I really hope I did your boy justice.

Notes on literary references and the source of Orpheus' speech (not written by me) included at the end.

I'm also kind of just launching this super hot off the press, so please forgive any typos you may find and definitely message me about them once you're done reading.

Massive thank you to @beskarandblasters for the beautiful cover art for this story! 💚 Go hit Kel up if you're looking for a lovely header for your work!

Dividers by @cafekitsune!

Part I: The Darkness of the Night

He’s called Orpheus in this lifetime. Blessed with his mother’s tongue. 

No way of knowing he forever will be.  

A twist of phrase. A glint in the eye. 

A white patch at his hairline is the only mark of his father. As if licked there by the rays of Apollo’s creation.

And he is his mother’s boy, plucking at lyre strings and humming low, branches bending to his ambit as he harmonizes with the rush of Zephyrus’ wings through tall grasses.

But you are a rich distraction indeed.

A distraction perhaps of the West Wind’s own making, for the god has always been a soft touch. 

The breeze toys with your chiton as you drift in and out of dreams. 

Molding gossamer to your form.

A promise of something just for him.

Orpheus reaches to run his knuckles down your arm, awaiting your stirring before he takes fingers over your shoulder, up to cup your cheek.

You turn to press against the warmth of his hand. The pad of his thumb softly skimming your bottom lip.

It sends sparks racing across your skin.

He hums a laugh and fits closer to you, warmer now than the midday sun. You slant your eyes up at him, greeted with a smile before he bends to press a long kiss to your mouth.

His lyre is discarded in the grass now, wildflowers poking up through its strings.

The hand on your cheek moves to pull at his red linen handkerchief around your neck. Tied there in the morn to guard the late-hour transgressions of his lips from judgmental stares. 

Again revealed to him now.

He tucks the cloth into his zoster before his fingers dip under the gauze of your robes, cupping one breast before his lips replace fabric.

“The dryads, my darling,” you whisper a warning into the heated hollow of his mouth.

“Fret not, my love,” he chides with a whisper.

And you whimper a wanton, insincere protest as his hand adjusts to move lower still, nimble fingers inching your hemline up until your thighs are bared to him.

“Surely such creatures would sympathize. Look favorably on newlywed dalliance.”

“For they understand pleasures such as these,” he murmurs as his fingers slip over your core.

"The nymphs haven’t our flesh," you gasp against his curls as he bends to nip at the lush of your breast.

"They have our desires."

"The nymphs know fertile things in ways we never shall, my darling Eurydice," ghosts hot against your skin. 

"And surely they know what comes of something flush with want."

The press of his length against you causes your hips to tilt into his hand as your languid knees fall open.

"To deny that nature is to deny the nymphs themselves, little dove."

He tips his face to brush petal-soft lips against your frantic pulse as he shifts over you.

"For you see, they don’t care."

And the breach of him causes your back to arch, nails digging into the corded muscle of his arms.

You bend enough for your eyes to land on the grove of oak trees.

Unsure if begging forgiveness. 

Or reveling in their jealousy.

But there are other eyes on you this day. Watching the deft way your husband wrings pleasure from your form. 

The way he rolls you over on a bed of meadowsweet to press deeper still.

Holding your body to his as he pulls music from your throat.

Other eyes, indiscreet in their desire and relentless in their pursuit.

Other eyes that lead to your journey across the Styx.

Lead to Orpheus’ torment.

They say there are ways to speak with the dead.

But words will not pacify the poet when the possibility exists to feel you beneath him again.

A body that writhes under his own. Skin soft against the way his burns.

The way you welcome the thick weight of him.

All of him.

Into the warm clutch of your wet cunt.

And Orpheus, driven by his desire and blessed with his mother’s gift, marches boldly into the depths of grief.

“You powers divine of the subterranean kingdom, where all of mortal creation must one day sink to our doom, if you will give me permission to tell you the truth unvarnished by shifty pretenses…”

“I’d hoped to be able to bear my loss and confess that I tried.”

And the dance of his fingers over gut string pricks the ears of the damned as he gives verse to his flesh’s torment.

“In the name of these confines of fear, in the name of this vast abyss and your realm of infinite silence, I, Orpheus, implore you, unravel the web of my dear Eurydice’s early passing.”

A prayer for relief.

“This is the place that we all are bound for, our final dwelling, and yours is the longest reign that the human race must endure.”

Through vulpine teeth.

“Eurydice too, when her due of years has been ripely completed, shall own your sway. Till then, I beg you to let me enjoy her.”

And it moves the hound to cease its lashing. 

Moves the one eternally punished to rest upon his stone. 

Moves the dead of Winter to cave to the tender brush of Spring’s hand.

And you are called forth by a voice between what should be your ears. 

And Orpheus begins to move.

Daring to hope for your sweet clutch again as your footsteps grow louder against stone.

As you take the form he knows, more corporeal with every footfall.

The tenderness in your ankle made manifest with flesh.

And his cock throbs with the thought of you.

His wife.

His muse.

But there’s a pause in the lilting cadence of your step.

Where you’ve stopped to grab for the fallen handkerchief that slipped from his belt.

And the panic flooding his breast moves him against all hope.

And he turns.

And you reach for him.

Before disappearing for the final time.

With forgiveness swimming in your eyes.

Part II: Pilgrim, Stranger, Wanderer

He’s called Doran in this lifetime.

A name you learn upon ducking into the blacksmith’s workshop with another man’s name on your lips. 

“Callum!” You call, greeted instead by a shock of white hair where blonde should be.

Round brown eyes where you expected green.

“Apologies,” you offer, “I am looking for the smith.”

“Callum was called away to his family in the north country.”

His answering voice like honey just starting to crystalize. 

“I’m called Doran,” he bends his head in customary greeting.

And you note the broad spread of his hand against his chest.

“I apprenticed under Callum, in what feels like a lifetime ago now, I admit.” He offers a small smirk. “He asked that I mind the forge in his absence.”

And you give him your name but not your full belief in this story.

“May I help you with something, dove?”  

You straighten against the rake of his eyes. “My horse requires particular shoes. She is of a larger breed and nothing standard will suit.”

And you turn your back to him leading the way outside.

Doran whistles low at the sight of your mare, a sturdy Friesian glossed blue in the morning sun.

“She is a stunning creature,” he purrs, gently taking his fingers over her strong neck.

Pausing to thumb the iris stamped into the leather of her bridle.

“She’s no delicate thing,” you watch as he circles the horse. “Her grandsire was a draft who pulled the High King’s carriage.”

He fits one massive hoof between his knees, gently brushing away the feathers at her ankle before she starts fighting his touch. 

He adjusts her gently, inspecting her irons before she protests in earnest.

“It’s apparent,” he says, quickly dropping the horse’s foot and jumping aside before she stamps and shakes her head, “that her blood runs hot.”

“She does not favor the touch of men,” you answer, soothing a hand over her hindquarters. “I should have forewarned you.”

“A fair lady is entitled to her opinions when she is that beautiful,” Doran gives her a wide berth.

And takes his eyes over you instead. 

“You are the nobleman’s daughter.” He squints against the sun. “The warrior?” 

“I am.”

“Now,” he pulls a rag from his pocket and rubs at his hands, “I know well the dangers of feminine beauty but a warrioress is altogether new to me. You are not riding into battle soon, I pray?”

“One in my position exists in a constant state of preparation. But there is no rumble of battle on the horizon.” 

His smirk dimples one cheek now.

“I shall have the shoes for your láir within the week. And I shall pray you need not fly away before then, little dove.”

“May I make half the payment now for your services? This was the custom with the old smith.”

“The only payment for my services I can insist upon is merely the chance to sit in your presence a moment longer. Would a fair lady allow a humble blacksmith that much?”

And you see straight through him. Through to the tools on the wall. 

But the broad set of his shoulders under ash-smudged linen. The way he moves, lithe and light on his feet as he dances between his stock of iron bars and his cache of hammers. The bright wideness of his eyes that betray sincerity or something of its kin.

A humble one no. But this one, perhaps.

You drop a pouch of coins onto his anvil. “Where?”

“Meet me here. In the morrow?”

And you tell him “maybe” in the moment as you climb into your saddle.

But you arrive on foot the next morning. 

_____

You meet him three mornings in the week it takes him to forge your mare’s irons. 

On the first day he tells you of his travels through Spain and France. Of scrambling up the masts of the ship that brought him to your shore. 

On the third, he recites The Bard’s work with such nuance that you’re not entirely sure he isn’t the man himself.  

On the fifth day he leads you out to the ruins of an old monastery, up a winding staircase until you’re forced to stand so close on the crumbling parapet that you can feel the heat of him at your back.

Your head spins from something other than the height.

On the seventh day he places four horseshoes, lovingly wrapped in burlap and bound with hemp cord, into the hand he has cradled in his own. 

Warm and worn.

“Can I see you again?” He murmurs, barely a foot between you.

“Is that wise?”

“I have been mistaken for many things, little dove.” He brushes two knuckles over your cheekbone. “Nary a man has included wise among them.”

And you scoff but press into his touch all the same. 

“Forgive me my boldness,” he takes his fingers under your chin, “but I must pose the question.”

“Your mare does not favor the touch of men.”

“But,” he purrs, “do you?”

And your lips form the word “goodnight” but you don’t dare move.

Your eyes flash with a want that does not go neglected. 

“Must you take your leave?” He thumbs your bottom lip.

“I must.”

“But what of my payment,” he hums.

“As I recall you beseeched me pay with my time,” you tilt your head, reveling in the brush of warm breath against your skin, “I dare say I’ve tendered more than my share.”

“And yet I am in debt every time you take your presence from me,” he smirks. “There is something of you, little dove, that I fear has a hold on—”

You steal the words from his lips with your own.

And the unabashed delight dancing over his features when you part makes you kiss him again.

You fling your arm to rest the irons on the first surface you can find, desperate to wind your hands in his hair as his fit to your waist.

He urges your mouth open with the soft slip of his tongue. Humming when you let him inside.

“Little bird,” he pants when he tears his lips from you, forehead thumping hard against yours. “I confess if you stay past this moment I shall not be able to exercise any measure of restraint.”

“Is restraint what you desire?” You angle heavy-lidded eyes up at him. 

“Not in the slightest,” he swallows hard, fist still gripping at your hair. “But you are a gentle lady with a good name, and I—”

“I want you, Doran,” you murmur. “This.”

And his head falls back on his shoulders with a tight, pained hiss.

“I confess I have given in to the fantasy of hearing that fall from this lush mouth many nights since first we met.”

And he expects heat to rise to your cheeks at his admission. But the hand that cradles your neck finds no such warmth.

“Do you know how it works?” He hums low, running his palm down your sleeve to lace thick fingers with yours. “Pleasure?” He brings your knuckles to his lips, eyes glinting in hearthlight. 

And there is sincerity evident in his gaze.

For you are a gentle lady with a good name. 

“Mmm, have you felt this?” He takes your hand, gliding it over the rough wool of his trousers.

To the hard line of his length underneath them. 

Your breath skips.

You are no stranger to amusement of the flesh. But never before have you felt so—much. 

“Feel me, birdie,” he hums, rolling his forehead against yours, “what you do to me. I fear there isn’t any blood left for the rest of me.” He kisses you again. “Only for you. This. Just for you.”

“Your bed, Doran,” you murmur against his mouth.

The hand over yours encircles your wrist and he leads you through to his chambers.

He pulls you tight to his body again, mouths locked as his hands roam your form, unable to settle upon what features his fingers must traverse first. 

You push the braces from his shoulders and he helps you with the buttons of his shirt, your hands skating up the smooth expanse of tanned skin before tugging at your own shirttails.

Your lips find his neck as he unbuttons his trousers. You’ve already stepped out of yours.

“So eager, birdie,” he wraps you in his arms, and your skin burns with his touch. “Surely you’ve seen it with beasts, yes?” He salts your neck with kisses. “It’s quick with them, you see. It doesn’t have to be. Doesn’t have to—”

A moan cuts off his babbling from where you’ve taken him in hand. 

“Although I may yet need to beg your forgiveness,” his hips buck into your hand, “my stamina may yet waiver, upon this first time.”

His tongue slips into your mouth again and finally he finds himself enough to back you up until your thighs meet his bed. 

“It’s been so long. So long, birdie, since I have held a woman.” He leans you back with his body as your hands fly to his hair. “Longer still since I have held one as soft. Supple and pliant as you.” His lips map your collarbone, nose skimming the valley of your breasts as he takes one in hand.

“Never before is a long time indeed.”

He sucks at tender, pebbled skin, drawing an arch in your spine as he shifts to settle between your legs.

“I give you my word that I will indeed take my time with you but I offer a preemptive apology in the instance that I fail upon this first time.” His fingers slip down to toy with your folds, groaning against your ribs at the wetness that he finds there. “Perhaps we are no different than animals indeed.” 

You hear only half of his babbling. 

The static of anticipation under your skin crackles in your ears as your hips tip into his hand. His thumb slides over your clit and you cry out. 

“You see, sometimes a man just needs to bury himself deep.”

He slings your legs over his hips and sits up on his knees, stroking his length with your borrowed wetness as your hands find his thighs.

There’s a dark edge to his voice now. Heavy-lidded eyes locked on the core of you.

“This need. It’s far stronger than I ever will be.”

“Now, Doran, I need—”

He doesn’t make you wait.

And he keeps his word in the moments it matters. Slowly rocking his hips to stretch you open on his cock before your body begs him deeper.

Large palms settle around your waist as he builds in pace, alternating slow with fast. Tenderness with force that drives the bedframe to knock against the wall. When his thumb winds circles against your clit you cry into the night as pleasure rips through you. Greedy lips crash against yours as his weight blankets your reeling form. Fevered moans in his chest thrum through you as he savors the way your walls pulse around him. 

He buries his face against your neck and you feel the bite of his teeth as he snarls, drawing closer and closer to the edge.

He cants his hips just so at the last minute, pulling himself from your heat a moment before his seed streams hot over your thigh.

You soothe a hand over the nape of his neck as his hips spasm with the last of it, wide hand cradling your jaw and tipping your face to his.

Kisses softer now. 

Grateful.

“You are a rare bird indeed,” he murmurs against your ear, lips ghosting over your neck. 

He finds himself enough to rise from bed and kneel on the floor, searching for his handkerchief amongst the tangle of his clothes. 

Yours peeks from the pocket of your trousers, red against brown wool, and you lazily twirl a corner of it around your finger and draw it out.

Doran catches it from your hand, gently cleaning your thigh of his spend before pressing a kiss there. 

“I shall return this to you clean,” he holds it up briefly before craning to press a kiss to your lips. “Don’t trouble a hair on your head with moving, birdie,” he bids you before disappearing to the kitchen.

You trouble the hair on your head all the same as you pull the jostled pins from it, tousling it out of the style your nurse had so meticulously placed it in this morning. 

Doran returns with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He fills them as you prop yourself up on your side and he settles on the floor. One arm slung up on the mattress.

Adoration in his eyes as he tips his glass against yours.

“You didn’t tell me this was not your first time. Although I do find it rather a pleasant surprise,” he rubs a hand over the curve of your waist with lust-hazed eyes.

“I could scarcely utter a word amidst your chatter,” you tease with a grin as you take another sip of your whiskey.

His smile dimples his cheek. 

“Are you—”

For once he hesitates to speak.

“Are you promised to anyone?”

You catch his hand and bring it to your lips, pressing a kiss to his palm before he thumbs your cheekbone.

“None but myself. And my duty.”

He hums in acknowledgment. 

You finger the white patch at his hairline, twirling a clinging curl. 

“Angered a horse as a child and she made it known with her hooves,” he offers. “Frightened the color from that spot, I’m afraid.”

“There’s character in it. I’m quite fond.”

He turns in and rests his chin on the bed, hand back to trailing over your curves. 

“Dove?”

And you frown at the nickname.

“I am nothing so delicate, Doran.”

“A shrike then, perhaps,” he smirks, knuckles ghosting over your stomach. 

And something about it makes your heart preen.

“Has a man ever,” his fingers dip lower over your abdomen, “put his mouth on you?” 

It sends a fresh jolt of pleasure racing up your spine. You turn onto your back without thought, basking in his touch as fingers trail over your mound.

“Right here?” The pads of his middle and ring fingers wind softly against your clit.

“No,” you gasp.

“Then may I have the pleasure of being the first?”

And he is the first in a way that has you wishing for him to be the last. 

The only.

_____

Your handmaid was sympathetic to your cause, having been driven from her own house for true love. They share a small cottage on your father’s land now.

Your mother, though she did not know the intricacies of your continued dalliances with the blacksmith, knew the shift in your demeanor was a man’s doing. And she always was a soft touch for love.

Your father.

Was your mother’s concern. 

And so your nurse covers your footsteps with a tickle in her throat that needs clearing.

Ushers you back into your chambers before morning light with a knowing smile.

“I always thought you would make a pass for the stable hand,” she confesses one day as she pours heated water over your hair. “The blacksmith is a surprise.”

“An unpleasant one?”

“Not in the slightest. He’s handsome.”

You can tell there is more to the sentiment. 

“Yes, and?” You ask with a raised brow.

“Rakish.”

“Perhaps rakish is what I need,” as you rub water from your eyes. 

“No lady with sense needs rakish, my darling girl,” she chides as she rubs soap at your scalp. “But a lady with sense should indulge in it from time to time.” 

This draws a smile across your lips.

“He treats you well?”

“He treats me to pleasure the likes of which I have never known. If I offer this kingdom the breath in my breast every time I leave its gates, the least I may be permitted is the choice of a lover.” 

And so she fixes you bitter tea every morning that you return from your rakish man.

_____

The pair of you take to late night meetings at the old groundskeeper’s shack on your parents’ land. 

Where the splashing of the brook over rocks and the churn of the water wheel stifle the way he makes you cry out in pleasure.

And for one so verbose, he does excel at discretion. Raking ashes from the forge through the patch of white in his hair. Bending shadows around himself as he slips from town and into the forest at the edge of the estate. 

The pair of you carry on for months. Until summer sun yields to the darkening blanket of fall. 

A welcome change that lengthens your stolen hours.

“I’d wager that we were lovers in lives past,” he muses one night, lips pressing kisses against a scar on your shoulder. “You know me, little bird. The very depths of me.”

“Perhaps,” you roll over in a luxuriant stretch, “you are easy to know.”

“The Townsfolk would perhaps beg to differ, my darling.” He rests his hand on your cheek as you curl into him.

“Must you go in the morrow?” He asks softly.

“I’m afraid I must. For it is my duty. To ensure the safety—”

“—of the kingdom,” you both finish.

“In that case, I have made you a gift.” He reaches over your form down to the pocket of his cloak, and produces a small canvas pouch.

He sits up with you, pulling your back to his chest, arms around your middle as he watches you. 

A small silver disk threaded on a chain falls into your palm. An iris stamped into the pendant.

“Doran, it’s beautiful. You made this?”

“It is perhaps more crude than a silversmith’s work,” he helps you fasten it around your neck, “but I wanted you to have something to remember my touch in the absence of it.”

You turn towards him such that he can see you in the firelight. Ash on your jaw from where you held him to your neck, perched atop his hips while he ground deep. 

Silver pendant hanging just above the valley of your breasts. 

“Beautiful,” he smiles, pressing a kiss against your lips, thumbing at the smudge on your chin. “I have always thought there to be something undeniably sensual in the furl of iris petals,” he rumbles, “how fitting for them to be your favorite.”

“Your imagination is swift, Doran.”

“You have not beheld what I have, dearheart,” he pulls you down against the bed linens once more.

Holding you against his heart. 

And he is quiet for a long while, fingers running softly over your stomach, nose buried in your hair.

“What of my safety?” He asks. 

A plea to keep you here. 

“What shall I do?”

“I have no doubt you will find another iris that unfurls for you in the meanwhile,” you hum. Eyes slipping closed. 

“There is only one, my love. I shall wait for your return.”

_____

A grand crowd lines the streets as you and the men of your battalion ride towards the village gates the next morning. Full of cheers and blessings.

And you offer the customary wave and nod.

But your heart hammers against chainmail. 

Eyes darting through the crowd.

Willing a shock of white to appear. 

And as you near the gates he greets you.

Warm brown eyes and a grin of pride. He rushes to push through the crowd as you approach on your mare, eyes never leaving each other. 

You slip one foot from your stirrup and he jams one of his into it and stands, briefly.

Long enough to cup the base of your skull and lay a parting kiss against your lips.

You hurriedly pull your red handkerchief from behind your breastplate, pressing it into his palm as he drops away.

Crushing the cloth to his heart as you slip through the gates. 

And it will yield the ire of your father and the warm, joyous tears of your mother.

But they matter not.

For you do not return home under your own power. 

You return home under a shroud. 

Your nurse slips into the night, treading your path with your necklace in hand.

“She was found with her hand over her heart. And this underneath it.”

And the blacksmith. 

Wrought with grief.

Is never seen again.

Part III: The Helper. The Protector.

He’s called Ezra in this lifetime. 

Brought to this bar by a group of associates keen on celebrating his win in federal court this afternoon. 

And he knows it’s an excuse to drink on the firm’s dime.

He was an associate once too. 

But they helped draft the brief that saved their client $44 million. A few drinks is a small thanks. 

Ezra sticks to the corners, entertaining chatter only when approached. Kindly redirecting the advances of a first year who’s too young to realize flirting with a partner is career suicide.

He’s content tonight to sip his bourbon and observe.

“Okay, but I told you that Bismark case was horseshit and the judge was going to see that!” One associate who is two drinks too deep roars.

“That was so fucking risky, I still can’t believe you put so much weight on that,” another chides.

“Fucking WORKED though!” And the first man spreads his arms wide.

Knocking you into the sip of red wine you were about to take from your seat at the bar. 

“Jesus, fuckin’—” you start before taking a deep breath and glancing down at the patch of deep burgundy beginning to spread on your white blouse. 

Fuck.

“Boys, boys, this lovely lady didn’t consent to hearing your opinions on bullshit 4th Circuit rulings, okay?” Ezra appears, stretching an arm between you and the men. “Let’s be a little more careful, take it to a booth, yeah?”

“Miss, I apologize on their behalf,” he starts and you take another centering breath because you really are not here for some hotshot lawyer’s apologies. This is your spot, and they’re fucking with your Thursday night nightcap.

But the brown eyes you’re met with are wide and sincere.

And something at the very core of you thrums momentarily with something you can’t name. 

“Please, allow me to replace your wine and cover your tab for the night.” He’s already calling the barman over before you can assure him that’s really not necessary because they’ve fucked up your night already and you just want to go home. 

“Could you please arrange a fresh glass of wine for this lovely lady, place her tab on the card I gave you, and may I have a shot glass of white wine. I need the white wine as quickly as you can, please. Thanks very much.”

And you’re still staring at those brown eyes.

Bristling and dumbstruck at the same time. 

“Ezra,” he holds out a hand in belated introduction, and you offer a firm shake and your name in exchange.

“Sorry, a shot glass of white wine?” You quip as the bartender places it in front of Ezra.

He slips a red pocket square from his jacket and dips a corner into the shot glass.

“Apologies, may I?”

And inexplicably you turn in towards him on your bar stool as he dabs at the stain on your shirt. 

Just over your heart. 

“White wine will keep the stain from setting,” he proffers.

You crane your neck to the side, trying to settle your focus on cut glass bottles and not the stranger tending to the fine layer of cotton just above your left breast. 

He’s gentle though. Respectful in a way you perhaps didn’t anticipate. 

He smells of hinoki wood and worn leather.

“Right as rain,” he announces and takes half a step back before offering you the handkerchief. “If you want to hold that there to blot some of the excess.”

“Um, yeah, thank you. Thanks,” you hold the cloth over your heart as the bartender returns with your fresh glass of wine. 

Ezra settles on the barstool next to you.

“How…did you know that?” 

“About the wine?” He swallows a sip of bourbon. “Must’ve read it at some point and it just stuck.”

“Seems you’re a good man to have around in a crisis then,” you smile and tip your glass in his direction. He gently touches the side of his against it, before tapping the heavy base against the bar and taking another sip. 

Everything he does is briefly fascinating. 

“I apologize again for these kids,” he reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket, producing a business card which he slides over to you face-down. “You should be all good with that,” he gestures at the handkerchief, “but I insist on you sending me the dry cleaning bill. If I’ve recalled incorrectly and it does stain, I will procure a replacement for you, you have my word.”

“That’s really not necessary,” you start and yet find yourself unable to stop, “and I’m not even sure it’s possible this is vintage—”

“Alexander McQueen, I know.”

You turn all the way towards him on your barstool now. 

And his eyes glitter with your fascination as he runs his hand through the patch of white at his hairline.

“What are you reading,” he tips his head to the side as if to glimpse the cover of your book but he doesn’t break your gaze. Cheek dimpled with a half smile. 

“Ovid. Metamorphoses.”

“For fun?” There’s a hint of surprise in his voice but it’s far from belittling. 

“It’s…” you start before a smile splits your face, “yeah. For fun.”

And he echoes your grin.

“I re-read it for fun last year. I think the passage about Orpheus’ death is my favorite.”

“Fascinating,” you swallow a sip of your tempranillo. “Why that one?” 

“Well, I believe it’s a commentary on both the unbridled rage of passion and a testament to the obstinate nature of true love.”

“Obstinate?” You incline your head incredulously. “That’s quite a choice.”

“And yet it holds true, does it not? Orpheus, arguably one of the most talented figures in Greek mythology,” and he’s gesturing broadly now, “able to enchant the very souls of feral beasts and move trees to bend their limbs just to be nearer his music.”

He jabs his finger into the bartop between you, “he moved Hades, both the realm and the deity himself, let’s not forget, correct?”

And you nod, amusement playing across your features. 

“The earth and the underworld fell at his feet. And he shunned it all out of love for Eurydice.”

“And so what moral value do you place on obstinacy?” You ask.

“Obstinacy in love is the only way to experience it. To feel it so completely that you forsake everything else. Defy the world. For love. Fidelity to the wife that you betrayed by turning back.” Brown eyes are wide with his conviction.

He adds, “even Shakespeare said let it be virtuous to be obstinate.”

“Okay, in a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT context!” Your turn to erupt now, with arms thrown in the air where you’re met by his wide smile. “You cannot cherry pick that out of Coriolanus choosing to abandon his family out of sheer stubbornness, and frankly, contempt for his own people, to extol the virtues of love! Let it be virtuous to FORSAKE that love, is the whole point of that line.”

And this is the moment.

That Ezra falls in love.

And you’re not far behind.

Time slips from this point on. Patrons file in and out. More wine and whiskey is poured. Associates drunkenly clap him on the back as they make their way home, but none of it registers.

The world spins around the pair of you.

Until finally the bartender insists that he close his tab. 

And you both step out onto a city street wet with the aftermath of a brief summer downpour. 

“Thank you,” Ezra starts, “for the absolute pleasure of your company.”

He holds a tentative hand out, which you shake with a heartfelt “likewise.”

“Oh, your handkerchief,” you pull it from your pocket and hold it out to him. 

“Keep it.” He smiles. 

And you both spin on your heels. Proceeding in opposite directions.

But the warp and weft of the red cotton square that you keep rubbing between your fingers forces you to stop in your tracks. 

You turn around.

And look back. 

Meeting Ezra’s gaze from where he hasn’t moved a step.

He thumbs the corner of his lips, brown eyes locked on yours.

And you both move. 

Urgent steps pulled by Fates’ string.

Colliding as you throw your arms around his neck and he locks you against him with biceps around your ribs.

Lips crashing together with the relief of a thousand lifetimes. 

Lifetimes that you’ve known each other.

Lifetimes that you’ve lost each other. 

And this lifetime. Having found each other again.

Taglist of folks who may be interested, as always, please do let me know if you'd prefer not to be tagged, or if you'd like to be added!

@morallyinept @iamskyereads @tinytinymenace @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot

@oliveksmoked @nerdieforpedro @julesonrecord

Subpart headings are the meaning of Ezra's name in that section.

Orpheus' monologue included herein in italics is quoted from David Raeburn's 2004 translation of Ovid's Metamorphoses, published by Penguin Classics. The text of this translation just felt so Ezra that I had to include it in that form. If you'd like to hear it read by Hozier himself, head on over to his instagram circa summer 2020's Poetry Fridays for this and some other wonderful work.

This story references the version of Eurydice's death as precipitated by Aristaeus.

Láir means mare in Irish Gaelic.

"Let it be virtuous to be obstinate" is quoted from Coriolanus by William Shakespeare.

[greenqueenhightower]

is larys molding aegon after himself? drawing closer to aegon at his most vulnerable to make sure that he will be able to control him when the time is needed. to make sure he is the only one that aegon listens to...

Hi anon 💚

This is insane actually, and sounds like a Larys thing to me, so absolutely, Larys is trying to bore into Aegon's head and shape him after himself. I mean, hasn't Larys already molded Alicent to his liking? She has started acting on his ideas, voicing the same principles he fed her himself. Larys has mentioned that "love is a downfall" before, and I think it was somewhat prophetic for Aegon: out of love for his mother, he tries to prove his worth to make her proud, rides to battle, and falls burning from the sky.

"Love is a downfall" for Alicent as well, and because her love for power contends the love she has for her son, she’s not able to shield Aegon but rather exposes him. But love can never be a "downfall" for Larys, so when he approaches Aegon and they have this intimate and vulnerable moment together, Larys tries not to let any feelings for Aegon develop, because doing so would admit a weakness in him. So I think he visits his bed thinking that he will manipulate him, seeing it as a power move and a part of his larger goal of being in control, because this is the only way he can make sure he maintains his cold and calculated nature.

And then he tells Aegon that he managed to cheat the grave: “You’ve survived dragon fire” to boost his self-esteem and make himself indispensable to Aegon. To make him think that perhaps Larys is the only one who knows and understands Aegon so well, which would then make following his instructions and suggestions easier.

That being said, I don't think that Larys doesn't feel absolutely anything for Aegon. I think that he sees himself in Aegon, and he also sees the potential to mold him after himself as you said. Maybe he feels more tender and fatherly emotions toward him. In any case, their dynamic is phenomenal, and he would take pride in his creation just as he does with Alicent.

[ethereal-angel111]

Things I’m doing in 2025 for the biggest glow up in history

Step 1: Screen time limits and no more doomscrolling. I’m going to be putting limits on certain apps the only social media apps that won’t have limits is Pinterest and YouTube

Step 2: Mindful eating! My goal is to lose weight but why go on a stressful diet when you can just manifest it lolz. But I do feel the need to be slightly healthier than what I am at the moment. Also gonna work on manifesting that everything I eat is healthy even if others see it as “unhealthy” cuz I’ve seen that manifestation work for a lot of other people :)

Step 3: Get some sort of exercise daily. Doesn’t matter what it is or when I do it it just needs to happen at least once per day

Step 4: Live in the end and be delusional. My goal is to live like I already have everything I desire and to stop caring about the 3D and other peoples input.

Step 5: manifest, affirm and persist as much as possible. Pretty self explanatory lol

Step 6: achieve desired style and aesthetic. I’ve been pretty unhappy with my current aesthetic so I wanna work on that

Step 7: have so many hobbies and be good at all of them. Right now I don’t have many hobbies and I never work on them ever but I wanna change that in 2025! The main hobbies I wanna work on is art, dancing, singing/rapping, fashion, makeup, editing, journaling, and content creation

Step 8: Grow on social media! I want to be popular online and have my desired fans/fanbase!

Step 9: Make and listen to lots of subliminals. My goal is to have a subliminal go up on my channel at least twice a week! I also want to listen to my sub playlist at least once a day

Step 10: Develop an unbreakable mindset. I want my mindset to be perfect and 100% unstoppable! I’m actually working on this one right now so I can be prepared for the new year

Step 11: Become my OC irl!!! This is one of my main manifestations but in the new year I wanna work on this one on a new level. I made my OC to be my dream self before I even found out about manifestation. I thought there was no way I could be like her so I would just daydream about her constantly but now that I know about manifestation I know becoming her irl is possible

Step 12: Treating myself like a god/deity. I already do this one a lot and I talk about it a lot because I swear by it!! I wanna take it to the next level in the new year tho because I deserve it <3

Step 13: Always feel motivated/inspired. Pretty self explanatory tbh but I feel like I need to bring my motivation and inspiration back from the dead

Step 14: stop doing the things I want to stop doing. Bad habits and anything I want to stop is gonna be out after new years. Skin picking is the biggest thing I want to stop but I have multiple things on the list of things I wanna stop doing

Step 15: connect with Mother Earth more. I love her and I want to spend more time with her 💚💚 I feel that spending time in nature and with Mother Earth is important and I don’t do it enough

Step 16: stop being afraid or embarrassed to do things. I’m gonna do whatever I want when I want fuck embarrassment it’s literally a societal construct. I’m not gonna limit myself or my life to make it more palatable to others

Step 17: post lots. I wanna learn to post a lot online while also not spending all my time doomscrolling on social media. Also I wanna make up for all the negativity and over sharing I posted on social media in the past by posting fun, creative and nice posts

Step 18: MAIN CHARACTER ENERGY!! I’m the main character and I’m gonna act like it. The whole world is gonna see me as the main character of life! >:3

Step 19: live like your dream self. Before I do literally anything I’m going to think “would my dream self do this?” Or “what would my dream self do right now.” This mindset will help me become my dream self so quickly I can feel it!

Step 20: become a global well loved it girl. Not much to say about this one lol

Step 21: take lots of pics and vids for memories. I used to take so many pictures and videos all the time to look back on and now I never do which is kind of sad

Step 22: prove everyone wrong. I wanna show everyone that they should have never doubted me or given up on me. I want everyone who ever treated me wrong to realize how much they fumbled

Step 23: spoiling myself and letting others spoil me. I deserve princess treatment from everyone including myself :)

Step 24: no more procrastination, if it needs to be done then do it ASAP. I’m sick of never getting anything done and stressing about shit I don’t need to be stressing about

Step 25: move out. I need my own place desperately y’all don’t even know LOL

Step 26: get the income of my dreams. I’m sick of having no money y’all

Step 27: get dream job/jobs. I wanna be a full time artist, idol, and content creator. I wanna start my own business and stuff! ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀིა

Step 28: achieve my dream sleep schedule. I wanna wake up at 9:30am and be asleep by 12:00am every night. I’ve already been working on this one a ton and I’m doing really well!

Step 29: manifest/work on achieving my dream appearance and personality. This is one of the biggest things I wanna manifest and work on in 2025!

Step 30: meditate and journal daily. I used to do this all the time and it had so many benefits so I definitely wanna start getting back into it

Step 31: look into dreams and their meanings. I’ve heard a lot of people talk about gaining a lot of insight on their life through learning about their dreams and what they mean so I want to give it a try

Step 32: be grateful for everything and show gratitude for the present instead of constantly complaining about it. I’ve heard people talk about how this mindset helped them manifest faster and I personally feel that this is a beneficial mindset to have even if you aren’t manifesting

Step 33: show my kindness, love and empathy to at least one thing a day (preferably more). It can be a living thing or a non living thing it doesn’t really matter

Step 34: become more knowledgeable on my species! I am part human but I’m also part a couple other things (I don’t feel comfortable saying them here tho). I wanna learn and connect with my species more :3

Omg this post is so long I’m sorry (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) thank you for reading and I hope some of these steps help to inspire some of you as well! Let’s all become the best version of ourselves and live our dream lives in 2025!

[naturallyadventured]

sacred.play

𓂀 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔡, 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢. ☽ ◯ ☾

fernolivia

One of my favorite photos 📷 women CELEBRATING women. Captured by @sacred.play In healing sister wounds around jealousy & competition, I noticed how I would feel threatened by women offering similar magic. I always wanted to be the shining star 🌟 I was an only child, so I have been CLEARING old programming of needing to be the center of attention. 💕sharing the spotlight with my tribe is much more fun and soo much less pressure! How have I healed? I hug my inner child and remind her that she is unique & so loved! I placed balm on the wound by calling in my sisters who offer similar medicine, so we can share and expand in co-creation, as we learn from each other. We know that there is ALWAYS enough love to go around, there are no worries or hurt feelings when we can’t attend every event because we energetically sprinkle our love where it needs to go - all 💕 for each other sharing in service to grow our communities. 💚🌿 There are many beautiful portals popping up around Santa Teresa, including my home Temple Gaia 🌿 during my travels thru Nosara & Uvita this month, I was in awe at the abundance of visionaries rooting + rising here. 🌱 let’s keep going shall we?! It makes my ❤️ so happy to see the new waves of women and men co-creating Heaven on Earth. 🌊🌎Though I have been in Costa Rica for 4 years, and many of my sisters for far longer, I truly know that we have all been here for lifetimes before! ✨ when we remember that we’ve landed back here to shine together, we will unlock the keys to Heaven on Earth. 🦋

fernolivia

WE are dear sisters, fellow priestesses, at the Great Turning. 🌏👼🌺 "When a priestess is truly seated on her throne, she realizes that she carries the throne within her. Our bodies are the temple of our souls. To be seated on the throne is to be well placed inside our own sacred chambers, deeply grounded into the root of Mother Earth, well-seated in the center of our belly, as we connect to the stars and the sky and let the Goddess's inspiration, her words, and actions flow through us." Gaia Codex: Node 34215.955 Our temples are found in forest groves, in the reflection of a clear glacial lake, or on the mountaintop. 🌾 It is known that our physical bodies are one of our most profound and sacred temples. 🦋 The priestess must be pure of heart. ❤️ She must know her body to be a temple of the Cosmos and of Earth, and she must be awakened to the Serpent, the Kundalini, the Shakti within her. ✨ As I gaze into her eyes, feel her angelic hands on my bare skin, I am being joined with a lost part of myself. My bones feel stronger. My cells are more vibrant. My breath is steadier, my vision clearer. "I have been waiting all my life for this." I whisper. "All your sisters have been waiting for you." I feel my heart as a luminous bloom that continues to unfold. I also feel the pain, the distinct physical sharpness, as our collective past sorrows arise to the surface - my visceral sorrow for what is happening to our Mother Earth, and the suffering of many souls on the planet. The tension on my heart increases until it breaks, flooding my body with radiance. The heart has many layers.❤️ There are emanations and intimations of the Web of Life that appear to move through all Women through the rising sun, and the corner fires that keep people warm at night. I begin to notice faces in the crowd: strangers who feel familiar. Women who like myself, appear ordinary, yet emit a certain presence on closer inspection. The look and silent greeting that rings within my ears.🙏 Sister, we are here.

[laismoura-art]

Presenting my very own take on the Goddesses!

🌺Cetrion and Delia!☀️

The Goddess of Life, Light and Virtue and the Goddess of Sun and Bearer of the Eternal Flame!

For their dynamics:

They are good friends!

Though Delia ascended to Godhood and Cetrion was born a Goddess, Delia was still a Goddess longer than Cetrion (as Outworld is waaaaaaaay older than Earthrealm) so for a while, Delia played the role of mentor for Cetrion!

Cetrion was trying to become a better Goddess for Earthrealm than she was in her past life (she doesn't quite remember why she was bad, but she knows she was and is trying to atone), so any help and advice was welcomed!

And as the younger Goddess likes Delia, she naturally DESPISES Argus! The Sun God and the Light Goddess have a TERRIBLE relationship, often bickering and insulting each other!

Cetrion tries to be on her best behaviour for Delia, but it really doesn't help that Argus won't put on the same effort!

Cetrion used to like Amara, Delia's favourite mortal and good friend. But their relationship took a critical hit once the Sorceress had an affair with Argus. They barely talk nowadays, and things will only get worse now that Amara's son, Zeffeero, flooded the whole Kingdom of Seido💀

Now, allow me to ramble a whole lot about their designs! 👀 💚 ❤️

Starting with Cetrion:

Yes, I did redesign her head to toe😅

I REALLY love the idea of her being Mother Nature herself and I wanted her new design to show that she's fully embraced the tittle and is dedicated of making caring for all life in Earthrealm her true purpose!

So the main idea here is that she's a walking ecosystem, every part of her, from body to robes are an environment that carries actual fauna within them!

Her hair was inspired by my favourite brazilian tree, the pink Ipê! She can change her hair at will, to make it resemble all types of different trees, and you can always find birds, bees and butterflies flying around her!

Her robes are an actual ocean, and if you look closer, you may find a variety of fishes swimming in there! You can even attempt to fish one for yourself, but be careful not to fall in to the water!

Speaking of careful, her magma body is usually safe to touch, though she can make herself unbearably hot, to the point a simple touch can melt your skin!

Her freckles are stars she crafted but were not used in any galaxy design, but as she's very attached to her creations and didn't want to see these go to an waste, she decided to wear them herself!

The flowers on her belt and arm are... well, Cetrion flowers, they grow on her only and have medical properties. They are trusted to the her warriors only, more specifically, to her head healer, who is also the Grandmistress of the Order of Cetrion! (Harumi got to use them once she graduated as Umgadi warrior and proved herself worthy of the tittle of head healer)

Now for Delia:

I'll start by saying I wasn't feeling at all confident while working on her🫣

I genuinely don't like her canon design-- really, she probably has my least favourite design ever! She's hypersexualized to an extreme. Her skirt and veil are so vastly different that they just DON'T match at all, and her top is just offensive!

Like--

What in the ever loving heck am I looking at?? (ಠ_ಠ)

MK couldn't just screw her over by giving her a shitty husband, an evil son and death. They also had to give her an awful design!

*Sigh* anyways... despite my strong opinions on this design, I believed a couple alterations could make me like it better.

So for her I started my giving her whole attire ONE main colour, which is the dark red.

I get that her skirt was trying to emulate a flame with that gradient, except they also messed that one up cause guess what? In a flame, the lighter yellow/orange part -> 🔥 is on the bottom!

And let's be real, her whole design would've improved 110% if they had made the gradient go from red to orange, the skirt would match the top, it would properly emulate a flame and for once, the colours wouldn't look all over the place on her!

Now as Delia is a Goddess here I really wanted her attire to stand out and look alive and magical (much like Cetrion's) so instead of a common gradient, I gave her a whole living flame! It glows and moves inside her dress!

I also wanted a special thing for her jewelleries and details on the veil, so I made them the sun's surface :D they were fun!

And who would've guessed the sun would make such perfect jewellery, huh? Lol!

For reference, Suchin's Blessed Swords look like Delia's jewellery (but she doesn't use them yet, only when she grows up and take over the position as the family's vigilante)!

And Jade has a protection amulet like this too. She has had it with her since forever, but she just can't for the life of her, remember who gave it to her! Learning it might belong to Delia is what encouraged her to go seek answers among the Umgadi.

And for the final touch, the symbol on her veil is of the Umgadi!

Oh, hi! You made it to the end! :D

Before I wrap this all up, a huge thanks to @rasta-bot and her amazingly inspiring work on Delia and Edenia!!💕💕

And as always, my beautiful girlies, hope you enjoy the reading! @mikka-minns @thedragonholder @orbitinytheworld @madamealtruist @moody-bloos 💕💕

[laughingsapphic-creates]

Inukag Week, day 7: Smile

Just a little thing to finish out the week. Many thanks to the mod(s) of @inukag-week for setting all this up and being so diligent and dedicated with this event, and everyone who participated, whether by creating or consuming. We have our ship wars and hardships, but I fkn love this community. Inukag for LIFE ❤️💚

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My Reason to Smile

"Thanks for cooking, Kagome! These are so good!" Sango hummed, licking a bit of whipped cream off her finger. "What did you say they were called again?" 

"These are Crepes! They're a French creation, but they've gotten pretty popular in Japan over the years," she hummed, carefully flipping the thin pancake in her frying pan. "You can put all kinds of things in them, but we tend to have sweet ones when they're made at my house, because that's what Sota likes. My Mom makes them special for him on his birthday."

"Kid's got good taste," Inuyasha nodded, speaking carefully around his mouthful.

Miroku had the decency to swallow before agreeing.

"I could see how they would be well-liked on a large scale, especially if they have so much variety."

"We actually have a Japanese version that's similar, but a lot less versatile; It's called okonomiyaki. I'm not sure when it got popular, but I haven't seen it yet in this period. Maybe I'll bring stuff to make some next time."

"Please do!" Shippo begged, finishing his crepe and then looking to the one Kagome was working on.

"While I'm thinking of it, Kagome," Miroku said, adjusting his hold on the napkin she'd given him, "You mentioned your mother makes these for your little brother's birthday. Did he have one recently?"

"Yep. Hit the big 1-0. I'm glad I was home for it."

"That reminds me, though," he continued, "when is your birthday? I don't think you've ever mentioned."

"Oh! My birthday is April thirtieth, so a few months back," she hummed, glancing up over the pan at Inuyasha, who had scarfed down both crepes with an unmatched voracity and was now watching her make the next one with the same hungry eyes. "Actually, I fell down the well for the first time on my fifteenth birthday, the same day I met Inuyasha."

She gave him a grin when he looked up in surprise.

Inuyasha's mind raced: the day they'd met? He'd woken up on her birthday?

He bit the inside of his lip as he remembered his first meeting with Kagome - mistress centipede, the jewel… his threats… and yeah, sure, he'd never actually planned on hurting her. Even thinking she was Kikyo, he hadn't wanted to hurt her, and once he was corrected, he just wanted to scare her into giving him the jewel. She'd put on a brave face, but she was new to the world of demons. He'd probably scared her pretty good.

"My grandpa always says that the universe gives you a gift for your birthday," she continued, drawing his wary eye again. "And that you have to watch out for it and make certain to be grateful. I was just lucky enough to get a new best friend as my gift."

Inuyasha felt his face go hot. He did his best to avoid her gaze, but it didn't last long. She was plating the fresh crepe, but she looked at him through her lashes and bangs, still with that soft smile. She held out the wrap, and he sat up, leaning over the fire to take it.

"... You're my best friend, too," he mumbled, almost too quiet to hear. Kagome's easy grin grew until she beamed, and he offered a small smile in return, amused and pleased at how much joy his words brought her. 

[miraclesinvisibletoothers]

“You say you want a free and wild woman

Until you realize

That this means

She

And she alone

Decides how she moves through the world

In her juicy flesh

Until you realize

That she is not a commodity

That her nudity isn’t a mystery to be uncovered

A prize to be won

It’s not saved for you

She belongs to the earth

Her first love

Her priority

Is service to all of Creation

You see

You cannot possess her

You cannot hide her away

You cannot pick and choose

The wildness you approve of

And the wildness that threatens your claim

On who you think she ought to be

To you

For you

She is not for you

She never will be

But

What she will be

Is A force of Love

So great

That your life will be flipped upside down

Until everything false

Burns away

And only Truth remains

A Love like you’ve never known it before

As commanding as the ocean current

As consistent as the sunrise

As powerful as molten rock

As purifying as a monsoon

She will confront you

Challenge you

Break you

And soften you

Into surrender

She will invite you

With a glimmer in her eyes

To come play with

The Divine

To Make Love to the elements

To be raptured by the energy all around us

When you’re with a Wild Woman

It’s a threesome, babyyy,

You, her, and Mother Earth

In a titillating dance

Of ecstatic rebirth

With all of Creation’s

Invitation

To go deeper

And deeper still”

~🌟💚 Maisie Lynn ✨️ Fairy Goddess Magic

[queenofsliferred]

✨🎯🌂 💚🍎🍩 for Beatrice Lacrimae, Lavinia Sparda-Amata, None, K and... I can see you have Kingdom Hearts on your OC page, but nobody is listed. :<

Oh, and Emiri Satou and Anemone from your non-fandom OCs!

(I'll include my KH ocs for you ;) )

OC Ask Game

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Beatrice Lacrimae was just me looking for characters in Dante's Inferno/Divine Comedy but I didn't realize that Trish was literally Beatrice ahgufddgusdf. But I got attached to Beatrice so pfpf. Lacrimae I believe was latin for tears and I thought that it was #deep.

Lavinia Amata was also a Dante's Inferno situation :)! Lavinia is the daughter of Amata, Latinus' queen, and uhhhh. uhh it sounded pretty LMAO.

None was 100% me making a mistake during the character creation screen where I.. forgot to put in a name. So when she was introducing characters in the game she came up as just "None" and I thought it was really funny gshdf. Then I thought she could have an actual name but goes by None to represent her mental state; Nunally is a Code Geass character I like and Wenonah is a native american name meaning First-daughter.

K was me picking a letter that wasn't used (at the time...) in Death Note that was close to L. She originally was going to use the codename "Kami" because I was really silly as a 12 year old learning broken Japanese. I picked the name Katherine Kilgore as an adult because I thought it sounded nice!

Kitana, one of my KH OCs, was the name of my cousin that I really liked. I used her first and last name originally but changed her last name to Garrison when reuploading the story to AO3 as an adult.

Nerissa just sounded nice and kingdom hearts-y hehe.

Emiri was the name of a Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya character I liked despite her small appearance. Satou is a common Japanese name!

Anemone was an aquatic flower that fits the floral themeing of my magical girl group hehe.

🎯 -What do they do best?

Beatrice is probably best at showing off her #sick and #elite sharpshooter skills and scythe. Though, outside of that she's a sewing pro and made a lot of the over the top "lolita-esque" outfits herself. She also makes a rly mean stirfry noodle according to Kyrie :}

Lavinia is prolly best at singing; she can go from operatic sopranos that can shatter glass to deep scary metal growls. She's also really good at like vocal impressiosn too? It's fucking weird lol.

None, if you asked her, would say she's best at sexual stuff due to her past. She doesn't like to talk about it too much though, or rather, think about it too deeply. She's good at small weapons and diplomacy.

K is supposedly a mathematical genius but I, the creator, am terrible at math so please just believe me.

Kitana was supposedly TEH KEYBLADE MASTERESS so take that as you will, haha.

Nerissa likes playing struggle and soccer but isn't sure if she's actually the best at it.

Emiri is best at child rearing and being a cheerleader. She's also amazing at organization and team management, its how she can manage to volunteer so often.

Anemone is pretty good at gymnastics and acrobatics.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

Beatrice: Comedic Romance, Action

Lavinia: Comedy, Dramedy

None: Post-apocalyptic drama, erotica, tragedy

K: "Crime thriller", romance, tragedy

Kitana: Romantic comedy, emphasis on the comedy

Nerissa: Slice of life, romantic comedy

Emiri: Slice of Life, NTR/Cheating, Erotica

Anemone: Erotica, action-adventure, romance, magical girl

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Beatrice: Cis fem, bisexual

Lavinia: Feminine (demi-girl?), pansexual

None: Cis fem, bisexual with male-lean

K: Cis fem, demisexual

Kitana: Cis fem, straight

Nerissa: Cis fem, bisexual with fem lean

Emiri: Cis fem, bisexual with male lean

Anemone: Trans fem, pansexual

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Beatrice doesn't know her father who was supposedly a demon and her mother was ill and very distant for her. Its... not the best. Not hostile but not good.

Lavinia thinks that her father is Sparda and that he's complete scum for abandoning her mother. She never met the demon but has a difficult relationship with the concept of him. How could someone who saved the world be so selfish and vile? She was also manipulated by her "angelic" mother, Amata, who taught her to hate Sparda and his sons. She loves her mother but is the one who ultimately ends her life.

None thinks she loves her parents. They did their best to raise her but didn't protect her and outright enabled bad people without realizing. It's incredibly distant even before she's sent out to the Wasteland.

K is an orphan with little to no memory of her birth parents and was not adopted as Whammy's House found her too valuable to be adopted out. She treasures her relationship with Whammy/Watari though.

Kitana was close to her parents. Standard parent-child relationship where its strained due to teenage hormones and not feeling like she's truly understood. She's closer to her mom than her step-dad though. She doesn't realize how hard her family is looking for her when she's stuck in the Kingdom Hearts world though.

Nerissa is in a similar scenario as Kitana. They're close and love each other very much, they butt heads but at the end of the day... it's all good.

Emiri is close to her father, Eitaro. MAYBE A LIL TOO CLOSE-- Her relationship with her mother is fine. They all love another.

Anemone is an orphan unfortunately :(. She doesn't remember her parents and had to take care of herself.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Beatrice: At first, she thinks its Kyrie but ultimately falls for her just like she did Nero lol. She has a friendly 'rivalry' with Nero whenever they're on missions together though.

Lavinia: Her momther, ultimately, after she learns the truth about Sparda.

None: FUCK DA OVERSEER *makes him explode*

K: Light Yagami...

Kitana: Seifer and eventually Xemnas/Xehanort if I ever got that far in her story LOL.

Nerissa: fuck that seifer guy amirite *grossly makes out with him*

Emiri: No one really, she gets along with everyone.

Anemone: the demon lord, Lovena, who created her and the other Magical Maidens.

thank u for the ask!!!

[hopeful-hugz]

What are some similarities between you and your muse/muses?

What are some differences between you and your muse/muses?

Munday Questions Time || Accepting

🕯️ Aight List Time!

🤍 Hope

Similarity :: Both cannot swim well if at all and struggle with sleep and nightmares.

Difference :: Hope is significantly smarter and has more experience in the outside world than Egg.

💙 Teal

Similarity :: Both have a fluctuating empathy-apathy scale that skews with how attached they are to someone.

Difference :: Teal is significantly more skilled with technology than Egg is, as well as runs a much more successful shop and trader outpost.

🖤 Chamyle

Similarity :: Both have a desire for more than the place they are confined to; they want to see what's out there that they can't see.

Difference :: Chamyle adores camping out with her small handful of friends, while Egg feels a lot safer and more comfortable sleeping in her own bed.

💜 Melody

Similarity :: Both love their mothers very much and love to sing and voice act for people.

Difference :: Melody's dream work path is to be a musical performer, while Egg's is to be able to create and sell her creations to people and make them smile.

🧡 Fir

Similarity :: Both have a complete fascination with cryptozoology and love reading up on it, even if they struggle with reading.

Difference :: Fir is significantly more of a risk-taker than Egg, who is rather paranoid and careful nowadays.

💚 Noir

Similarity :: Both have gone though extended periods of being around others and isolation, as well as doing their best to be the best older siblings they can.

Difference :: Noir is a lot more morally loose than Egg is for obvious weasons.

💖 Divodas

Similarity :: Both are extremely creative and enjoy fishing quite a bit.

Difference :: Divodas has a preference for fish, while Egg's meat preference leans more towards chicken.

💛 Leah

Similarity :: Both struggle with maintaining bonds or leaving their place of residence unless it's absolutely needed.

Difference :: Leah holds significant grudges when he thinks someone has critically wronged him, while Egg tends to be a lot more forgiving and forgetting. Especially forgetting.

🤎 Amygdala

Similarity :: Both have a significant desire to be something they know they never can be, due to how they biologically are.

Difference :: Amy is near-completely void of emotion and tends to be cruel because of it, Egg has significantly more emotion. Enough that it makes it hard for her to function some days.

💔 Riley

Similarity :: Both suffer from Graves Disease and Depression and are medicated for both conditions.

Difference :: Riley is significantly more cocky and sassy than Egg; who is pretty quiet nowadays. One is also in a loving relationship while to other has no chance of that in the slightest for multiple reasons.

[into-the-temoverse]

Steven's dating a primordial

"Ahahah! What 😃⁉️"

"Interesting... I'm curious to know how he managed such a thing."

"Athena. You're NOT helping-"

"I wasn't aware I was assisting with anything."

[shakespearefreak]

❤️🖤💚 Joyous Fourth Night of Kwanzaa from Makena and Evette! ❤️🖤💚

“Habari gani (what is the news)?" Evette greeted Makena on the evening of the fourth day. “Ujamaa!” Makena responded.

...

As a white person who only recently started learning about Kwanzaa so Makena could celebrate it, I admit I’m still having a hard time understanding some of the daily principles. After doing some reading on the official Kwanzaa website, I feel I have a much better grasp of Ujamaa (cooperative economics). I understood that part of it was about supporting Black-owned businesses, but it sounds like a lot more than that. In a way, much of it reminds me of A Christmas Carol (though that could just be because I’m even more obsessed than usual right now). Jacob Marley’s lament that “Mankind was my business” echoes the idea that generosity isn’t a favor or an option, but an obligation. The concept of a community as a family can be found in Fred’s words about “fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.” Woven all throughout the book are the themes “small gifts return greater and what is replaced brings abundance” (the Book of Ani) and “generosity is a memorial for those who show it, long after they have departed” (the Book of Ptahhotep). One of my favorite quotes I found on the Kwanzaa website was “The creation of wealth … will cease to be good the moment wealth ceases to serve (humans) and begins to be served by (humans)” (President Julius Nyerere of Tanzania), which of course is such an important and central idea of Christmas Carol. I really enjoyed learning about Ujamaa, and look forward to learning more throughout this holiday!

...

NOTES: Reminder that Evette is not white! She is biracial: her mother is Black, and her dad is white. Though the doll is mostly white-passing, the character herself is frequently asked if she’s Black or white, which frustrates her, as she doesn’t think she needs to be one or the other, but identifies with both sides of her family.

Also, I want to make it clear that I’m not laying any claim to Kwanzaa; I recognize it isn’t a holiday intended for me. Every year, I do more research on various parts of the internet so my girls can celebrate as accurately as possible. If you’re Black and you think I need to edit any part of this post, or take it down altogether, please let me know and I’ll do that!

P.S. If anyone has any info about Black-owned small businesses that make miniature Kwanzaa decor for 18” dolls, please let me know! I’ve tried searching Etsy to no avail, and I’d love to make my display more detailed/accurate next year!

Vectors used: -Candle flames and glow effect

[mewp2rawr]

ITTTSSSSSSS MIRACULOUSS TIIMMEEEE 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

thank you miraculous ladyblog for updating about the latest news about this movie and OMG I WAS CRYING HELP AAAAIFKFLDLSJDJFJDOF 💚🧡💙💜💛 when I first heard about the movie I HAD TO get the tickets~ sadly alot of the times were during work so I didn't get to see those times 😭😭😭 BUT THANKFULLY CINEPLEX WAS KIND ENOUGH TO HAVE TICKETS AFTER WORK AT 7 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 BLESS 🛐 I booked my tickets and prepared everything EXCEPT THE MOST IMPORTANT PART AAAAAOFKFKFO~ I forgot to bring my ladybug figure so instead I just used my bokuakaa charm and pokeball plus to commemorate me sitting alone in the theartre thinking about how love is great and how ladychat actually hit it off except me I mean WHAT IM NOT ALONE anyways 🥰🥰🥰

so I obviously am horrible at chronologically ordering things but HOLY MOTHER OF HOT DOGS HAVE I WITNESSED THE GREATEST MOVIE POSTWR OF ALL TIME 💕💕💕💕💕 I WISH I HAD LADYBUG WITH MEEEE 🥺🥺🥺

the poster had EVERYTHING~ from the cute title (maybe a little red tint might be super cute for added effect to make it like REALLY ladybug and chat noir) AND LIKE THE MIDDLE OF THE POSTER HAD A SCENE WHERE I COINCIDENTALLY NOT COINCIDENTALLY (it was coincidental) took MY ONLY PHOTO of (I am so sorry cinema staff) of such a cute scene I mean LOOK AT THE BOY HES SO KYYAAAAAAAAA ~ his smile his everything his hair the LOOK IN HIS EYES LIKE HES LOVING YOU WITH ALL YOUR HEART HOLY MACARONI PLEASE PUT ME ON A PLATTER OF SWISS CHEESE JUST FOR CHAT NOIR 😳😳😳

credits to exaltatuss for the gif~ bless them 🛐 short NON NON NON spoiler movie review basically the movie was a dream~ woke up feeling like it was the most beautiful movie of all time~ the animation was most certainly from the world of dreams and something I did not expect but I LOVED was that the movie was a MUSICAL ~ THERE WAS SIGNING AND OMG I WANT TO SING ALL THE SONGS I CRY EVERYTIME WHEN MARINETTE SANG HER FIRST SONG I WAS ABOUT TO LOSE MY MIND CRYING AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THE ART OF CREATION IS AAAAAAA (real miraculous of creation pun) ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ thank you zag studios for this direction it's LITERALLY A DISNEY MOVIE~ okay done talking about the movie it made me so happy and I just LOVE ladybug and chat noir they are THE WORLD 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 bless them and all of Paris 🌸🌸🌸

after the movie I made a quick stop of ice cream because I didn't eat anything 😝 yes ice cream is real food~ I got (I forgot the flavors already) lemonlike? ale? with strawberry - double scoup - waffle cone~ the bestest orders as the waffle cone is legendary and I can never go without it no matter how many times the cone has broken on me because it's so brittle BUT I LOVE ICE CREAM 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓 when I got home finally I reunited myself with ladybug~ took a photo of her with my lovely ticket that I will frame and keep forever waiting until Cristina vee to sign that peace of paper and put in in the museum of Paris (real)

💗💗💗 thank you ladybug and chat noir for being the best and being the cutest couple ever like actually #couple goals they are SO ADORABLE I CRY 😭😭😭 thank you everyone and seriously this movie is life-changing Disney magic ladybug movie any ladybug lover needs to watch~

Lots of Love~

Mewp 💖

[monsterkong]

Turning Heartache into Healing: The Story Behind Parakeet Café 💚

The Beginning of a Beautiful Journey 🌱

Hello, friends! On today’s Wilder Possibilities Podcast, we’re talking about the incredible story behind Parakeet Café, the brainchild of Carol Royen—a lawyer-turned-restaurateur whose personal experiences with her daughter’s health crisis sparked a passion for clean eating and wellness. Carol’s journey is not only inspiring, but it also shows us how adversity can lead to purpose and, ultimately, success.

When Carol's youngest daughter, Michelle, was born with a rare illness, it forced Carol and her family to rethink everything. What started as a quest to heal her daughter soon became a mission to help others. Through trial, error, and a whole lot of heart, Carol created Parakeet Café, a sanctuary for healthy, delicious food, where everyone can find something to nourish their body and soul.

Navigating Through Life’s Challenges ⛅

Imagine being a new mother and finding out your child has a life-threatening illness. That’s the reality Carol faced. Living in Mexico City at the time, Carol and her husband, Jonathan, sought treatment in the U.S., eventually moving to Houston so Michelle could receive chemotherapy.

The experience was emotionally draining, but it also pushed Carol to learn more about how food could aid in her daughter’s recovery. She began researching nutrient-dense, organic foods that could support Michelle’s immune system and overall health. This wasn’t just about finding the right medicine; it was about healing from the inside out.

A Shift in Perspective: Healing Through Food 🍎

As Carol saw the positive effects of her clean eating efforts, a new passion was born. She enrolled in nutrition courses, studied health and wellness, and soon realized that she wanted to share this knowledge with others. That desire led to the creation of Parakeet Café, a space where people could enjoy organic, wholesome food without sacrificing flavor.

The first Parakeet Café opened in 2017 in La Jolla, California. Since then, Carol’s vision has expanded to include multiple locations across Southern California, including Beverly Hills and Brentwood. Each café offers a menu filled with organic, nutrient-packed dishes, from adaptogenic lattes to gluten-free pastries.

Creating a Space for Everyone 🌍

One of Carol’s core beliefs is that healthy food should be accessible to everyone. Parakeet Café isn’t just about serving vegan or gluten-free options—it’s about meeting people where they are in their wellness journey. Whether you’re a seasoned health nut or someone just starting to explore clean eating, there’s something for you at Parakeet Café.

“I wanted to create a place where everyone feels welcome,” Carol explains. “We’re not just about food—we’re about community, connection, and nourishing the body and soul.”

The Future of Parakeet Café: More Than Just a Restaurant 🥑

Looking ahead, Carol is excited about continuing to innovate at Parakeet Café. While there are no immediate plans for new locations, she’s focused on perfecting what they already offer—like developing their own gluten-free bread and creating new, exciting dishes that align with the café’s mission of health and wellness.

Ultimately, Carol’s journey is about turning pain into purpose. Through Parakeet Café, she’s not only created a successful business but also a place where people can come together, share experiences, and nourish their bodies with food that makes them feel good from the inside out.

[lynxdesigners01]

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