#earth awakens (ic)

[damaprimavera]

@indomitablespirits The robot has climbed atop the tallest aspen tree she could find, driven purely by the curiosity towards the humanoid creature she has never seen before. Not only does it also have plants growing off its form like her, but it seems to control them. ((Hello, hi.))

Spring was doing her job, as usual. Making sure plants were healthy, growing... And she listened, she dug her feet in the ground and grew roots herself to have that part of her Mother tell what happened in the last year...

A rustle and an unknown noise interrupted the connection

She looked around, until she spotted that... creature...?

"Hello?

She tilted her head on one side, trying to understand what was observing her.

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I don’t know if I’m terminally online (I haven’t gotten out much all winter tbh) or if I just get stressed about online “debates”, but whoever said that “phones never appear in our dreams” is wrong. I woke up twice thinking someone replied to a comment I made yesterday with something weird, only to realize that I had not actually grabbed my phone off my nightstand, checked it, and then fallen asleep again

[melcatshenanigans]

Day 47/100

Woke up and took my sister for a ride.

Stopped at a local coffee shop before heading to do some shopping. We went to quite a few locally owned stores we had never been to before, and had a blast!

Got home and worked on my web development final.

Took a reading break with the baby outside, enjoying the lovely spring weather.

Time for my of my final before bed.

[damaprimavera]

"Hmmm... maybe only those who do their heroism thing only for fame and not for actually doing good"

❝ Note to self. Heroes? Overrated. ❞

[ponderingmoonlight]

Chapter 3: Entangled Ambitions - A Pact Sealed in Royal Halls

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: reader's death, language

Genre: Isekai, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

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Satoru’s heart stops beating for a moment, eyes widen at the harsh words you just spit at him. How would someone like you know about his powers? He was always keen to hide them, never used his abilities in the presence of someone apart from Suguru and his family. He doesn’t even know you that well. You, the daughter of Naobito Zenin. How on earth did you find out?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You clear your throat, nerves threatening to fail you. This is the only chance you have left. If Gojo Satoru doesn’t rethink his decision…No, there is no way you’ll die again.

“I am talking about your ability to manipulate the area around you freely, the fact that you can distort space. You are also able to create barriers and voids that nullify any incoming attacks, which makes you almost invincible in battle and is responsible for your great reputation as a fighter. But if your followers get to know about the real reason behind your skills…You know how great the fear of people with special powers is in this country, that all of them get executed. Not even Your Majesty will be spared from this.”

You are walking on thin ice. He is the prince, after all. So much higher in his rank that it would be easy for him to get you executed due to false accusations. But this might be the only card you have left, your last spark of hope. If Gojo Satoru won’t marry you, your father will let you get killed. And apart from that, this might be the only chance you’ll get to meet your favourite characters. What about Geto and Nanami? If Naoya and Gojo exist, they are definitely somewhere in this world as well. You are literally living the dream of every anmie and manga fan.

Well, except for the stinging fact that you call Naobito your father and Naoya your stinky brother.

“That are some heavy accusations you’re throwing at me, Lady (y/n). You know as well as I do that I could get you executed right on the sport for your unwise words despite the fact that you are a daughter of the Zenin family”, he replies.

The way he crosses his legs while smiling down at you arrogantly makes the urge to fall onto your knees and beg him for forgiveness grow louder and louder. But no, this is exactly what he wants. At the moment, all Prince Satoru does is playing and testing you. You can’t allow yourself to be messed with. After all, he has absolutely zero clue about what he is in your old world, that you actually died and reincarnated here. He definitely does know that your life depends on his mercy, though. And that your proposal benefits both of you.

“Why did you decide on marrying me in the first place? Was it because you fell in love with my portrait or rather because your family forced you to choose a wife and you thought I wouldn’t cause trouble because I’m a Zenin, because you considered I would urge to get away from my possessing family as soon as possible?”

Threatening him any further has no use. After all, Gojo is aware of the fact that you know about his hidden talent. Instead, you should focus on things you can actually prove, things that are obvious.

“You are a very loudmouthed young lady. I expected you to be more sublime. As a member of the famous Zenin family, you sure got taught etiquette and obedience from a young age, didn’t you?”

He can’t help himself. Just one look into your glimmering lavender eyes makes him provocative you even further. Of course, every little thing you said is true. Yes, your words are a serious threat on his way to the throne. Yes, his family does in fact urge him every single day to decide on a wife. Your proposal is the best solution for both of you, allows him to carry on with his unbothered life without the responsibility to satisfy his finance’s needs. But still…

“I couldn’t care less about my ancestry, Prince Satoru. All I care about is my own freedom”, you clarify, determination dripping from each and every pore of your face.

“And if you don’t decide on helping me, I have to find another gentleman who suits my requirements better.”

“Another gentleman? You are aware of the fact that I’m the prince, right?”

Out of all the arguments you brought up in this conversation, this one is the one that bugs him the most. Out of some strange reason, the sheer thought of you getting promised to another man doesn’t sit right with Satoru.

“As a prince, you are far above my status anyway. If it weren’t for politics and the reliability when it comes to the advanced weapon technology of my family, I wouldn’t even be considered as your fiancé”, you argue in all seriousness.

“What if I don’t allow you to marry another man?”

“Then I will find my ways to do so.”

“Fine, I will propose to you at the ball this weekend.”

Wait…what? After all the arguments, the discussions and the stinging fact that he stares at you with narrowed eyes, he actually agreed on it? Just when you’re about to thank him and leave, he gets up and opens his full mouth.

“But I want to re-arrange the conditions to suit my needs as well.”

Your pounding heart almost stops inside of your chest. For a moment, you just sit there and stare at him plainly like an idiot. Gojo Satoru, having conditions? This definitely doesn’t sound appealing at all. But do you really have another chance? It might be true that you are able to find another gentleman, the anger of your father will carry on, though. And who knows if he wouldn’t kill you even if you marry another wealthy man. No, this engagement is your best and eventually only option.

“What conditions are we talking about, precisely?”

“Once a week, I am allowed to present you as my fiancée in a way I will decide on my own. As the prince and future ruler of this country, I need to reflect a strong relationship with my future queen to the outside. It has to be credible. Everyone must think that we are deeply in love with each other, Lady (y/n).”

Shivers run down your spine before you’re able to stop them. Just one look into his blue thirsty eyes…This man won’t touch you even in your sleep. Doesn’t he have multiple young women just waiting for a chance to hit on him? Playing his wife for an additional day of the week. How wasteful, considering that you’ll never be more than his fiancée, that this engagement will get cancelled the minute it doesn’t benefit both of you anymore.

“I will fulfil my role over the span our engagement last and accept your addition, Prince Satoru.”

“Great! Now that this is out of the way, let me tell you one last thing.”

Before you’re even able to react any further, he grabs your arm and pulls you close. For a moment, you forget how to breathe, your nose tingling by the exquisite scent that radiates from him. You actually never wondered about the way he smells. But now that he is so close you would be able to touch him, so close that you can feel his breath brushing over the bare skin of your face, heat begins to crawl up your spine. Suddenly you feel like fainting, the immense presence of him standing this closely to you simply taking your breath away.

“If you decide on betraying me by telling anyone about my secret, I will execute you. There are no real feelings between us, I won’t even bat an eyelash.”

“First, make sure you keep your end of the bargain, Prince”, you bite back out of instinct, holding his gaze without any mercy.

Does he really think you’re scared of him? He might be Gojo Satoru, the honoured one, the strongest, the prince of this country. You might have been surprised by the way he grabbed you out of thin air. You are still (y/n), still you.

Instead of backing up, you take another step towards him and grab the collar of his elegant jacket. But you know all of his dirty little secrets, parts of his past and future. You are definitely no one to be messed with as well.

“And make sure you don’t disappoint me.”

You let go of him as sudden as you grabbed him, creating a safe distance between both of you by crossing the room and coming to a stand in front of the exit.

“Send me an invitation to the ball along with a pricy bouquet of lavender flowers. It was an honour to visit you, Your Majesty. I am looking forward to our next meeting.”

One last polite curtsy, one last elegant smile. But just when you’re about to call the waiter in order to open the door for you, it swings open by itself.

And your cheek clashes into something particularly hard.

“Oh no, I am beyond sorry My Lady! I wasn’t aware of your presence!”

That voice…You get greeted by a pair of the manliest hands you’ve ever seen, hands gliding up his definitely toned arms. He lifts you off the ground as fast as you stumbled onto his, arms holding you into place tightly.

“You must be Lady (y/n), what a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Sir Geto Suguru, the steward of Your Majesty.”

“S-Suguru?”

Your widen eyes focus on his face in an instant, heart almost beating out of your chest. All those times you admired his drawing, the way he acted so elegantly. The countless fanfictions you’ve read with this exact first meeting.

Only to end up with him in bed later on.

“That is my name”, the man in front of you replies along with a small laughter.

That smile. That oh so charismatic smile. And that manly smell, a mix of mint and leather. You force yourself to gift him with a smile and create a safe distance between both of you. So this is him, the best friend of Gojo Satoru. Even in this world, you can tell how close they are to each other.

Will it stay like this, though?

“I’m sorry, I must have hit my head a little too heart”, you comment, finally ripping your eyes away from his brown ones.

“Do you know each other?”, the firm voice of Prince Satoru interrupts.

A look into his face tells you that he isn’t amused by this sudden meeting at all.

“I’ve never seen Lady (y/n) apart from the portrait that was sent to you, Prince Satoru. But may I say, you look even more mesmerising in person.”

“Weren’t you about to leave when Sir Geto arrived, Lady (y/n)?”

Gojo smiles at you without his eyes, a cold glare decorating his face that is definitely supposed to intimidate you.

But instead of backing up, you take a risky step towards Geto Suguru and bow oh so sweetly.

“Oh Sir Geto, I don’t deserve your kind words. After all, it is you who is a feast for my eyes. No excuse me gentlemen, I still have lessons to attend. I hope we’ll meet each other again this weekend, Sir Geto. Have a nice week, Prince Satoru.”

Without gifting him another single look, you turn on your heel and walk out the door.

You did it. You convinced him to propose to you. But…is this really what you want? Is Gojo Satoru really what you want? Just the way he stared at you with arrogance dripping from each and every poor. Urgh, you fucking hate him. There’s no way to deny that he’s driving you over the edge. Why on earth does it have to be him? Why not Geto, what about Nanami?

Why does it have to be Gojo Satoru?

“She seems like a really nice young lady”, Suguru comments visibly amused while sitting in your former place.

“What your tongue, Suguru. She will me my fiancé after this week is over.”

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[damaprimavera]

@trondopeacekeeper "I have been quite thinking about you this whole time..."

"You did...?" Spring was puzzled at this dragon's words. "Why so?" She added as she floated towards him, hair swaying, eyes blinking in confusion.

Why would a dragon think about her?

[astrolocherry]

~Astrological Archetypes

Aries archetype - Hot as ice, firelight Leaves an impression while being impressionable Suggestive and suggestible, Fever dreams breaking in the dawn, Wounded warrior, Broken though never forlorn.

Taurus archetype - Patroness of The Flowers of Life, Festivities, & Enchantment. Embodies the Creative Fertility Principle; nurtures All Life in her surroundings. The Stylist of the Star Signs.

Gemini archetype - Personification of the rainbow – delivers messages to Gods and mortals on the other end; Mercurial style, dressed in all of its colors, winged platform shoes, with the caduceus scepter – her timeless accessory.

Cancer archetype - Guardian of Girls ages 12–19 in the night; She is the Queen coming to reclaim her daughters. Kept awake at the helm of the Lunar Chariot; a quiet & internalized life by day – a spiritually dangerous secret night life.

Leo archetype– The Genies of the Sun draw the golden carriage of Divine Power and Royalty; they are the psychic protectors & guardians of Light against Darkness, supplying life’s natural desire to recreate over and over

Virgo archetype– The Genies of Mercury contain and awaken the wisdom of the Divine Feminine; working alongside the Great Mothers of Healing & Medicine, & responding to all those who send a message for assistance

Libra archetype – Flower crowned, keeps the earth spinning on its axis. The arch opponent of Discordia/Eris. Personification of Reason & Redemption. Responds to the call of injustice, deliverer of merciful compassion & absolution.

Scorpio archetype – Personify Moral Retribution, armed with psychic defenses & the mysteries of supernatural powers. Children of the Eternal Night serving the Lord of the Underworld, the conscience of the Dead, agents of Fate.

Sagittarius archetype – Personifies Fortune, Chance, Pot Luck, & the Unexpected. Libertine & hedonistic, she encourages the risk for the windfall it may bring. Mutability; changing faces & personas as the wheel spins from favor to misfortune.

Capricorn – The archetypal sacred women who thread and spin the wheel of destiny and govern time, life, and death. An image that honours older women in the affirmation of their authentic selves and trusted inner Feminine wisdom And she does appear to become internally and immersibly more joyous for those early years

Aquarius archetype – The Celestial Queen and receiver of starry prophecies. Unobtainable, ubiquitous, impossible to capture; personifies the stars that fall from the sky as the result of an unwanted romantic pursuit.

Pisces archetype– The Little Mermaid: Earthly existence is blurred by a view below the surface, a plexiglass of ideals that she imagines the world to be. And yet when she arrives, she realizes that nothing is as it seems. Pisces is the zodiacal ruler of the feet where the spell is set.

Cherry

[damaprimavera]

Spring would have squeaked and hidden herself in a couple of seconds, if that would have been a human. Instead, it was just a little sheep-boy.

Sheeptaur?

"Hello" She sat down on the grass. "Don't be scared. I'm a friend"

@damaprimavera liked for a little starter

".... Wow.... You're.... Beautiful..." He breathed out quietly, completely stunned to stillness with awe.

[thelovecook]

TFP AU where instead of the Decepticons finding Skyfire on Earth, the High Council becomes intrigued by the frantic report of a seeker asking for assistance looking for their shuttle research partner on an ice planet.

They don’t help the seeker of course, because it’s a seeker. They are conniving and deceptive in nature, so obvious he must’ve killed the shuttle on that ice planet and is now asking for help for sympathy points. That sort of evil can only be done by a Decepticon, so they promptly accuse the seeker of killing the shuttle. Obviously they have no proof so they can’t charge him of anything, but they CAN strip him of his certificates and exile him.

Now with the Decepticon out of the way, they focus their efforts onto the ice planet. A shuttle.. that would be very useful in the war against the Decepticons. Large and powerful, even if a shuttle themselves aren’t smart they more than make up for it with their great strength.

It takes a while to find the shuttle, but when they do, they are quick to start with their project. They transport the shuttle back to Cybertron in secret, and have their finest scientists start working on it. The shuttle awakens and is distressed, asking them where his research partner is. They don’t answer, instead asking him to join the Autobots, emphasizing that with his size and strength, they would have the advantage over Decepticons and be able to win the war easier.

Unexpectedly, however, the shuttle refuses, once again asking for them to let him leave so he can go find his research partner.

It’s annoying, but it’s not a problem.

They promptly put him into forced stasis. It doesn’t matter if the shuttle refuses, while they were asking to be nice, it ultimately had no say in this. It’s a shuttle after all. It’s not like it was doing much before this.

They alter its processor, making sure to condition it into being their greatest secret weapon. With a long conditioning (torture and mindbreak) it finally learned to work with them. It shouldn’t had made things so difficult, honestly. It would have been easier if it just let them, but whatever they did after it refused, it was ultimately on the shuttle for not doing what they asked.

Skyfire is extremely distressed and disoriented, one moment he was with his conjunx and then crashing into the snow, and the next he was in the custody of the High Council acting as their lab experiment.

He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to fight. Not for them, not for the Autobots, not for Decepticons, not for anyone. He just wanted to go back to Starscream. He wanted to go back to sitting at the table having energon while watching a crappy action show together. He wanted to just live his life with his mate unbothered.

That’s all he wanted.

But in the end, what he want didn’t matter. Not to them. They got what they wanted.

The first time Skyfire tried to refuse, the High Council realized that if they actually want to be able to use him effectively, they would have to.. condition him.

And so they do.

They force the shuttle into forced stasis and, with a (not so) heavy spark, performed Empurata on him.

By the end of it, it had became obedient, willing to follow any and every order a handler gave him.

It would then go on to be ordered to take down Decepticon bases on other colonies and it would do so without a moment of delay. Any hesitation was swiftly punished. It razed Decepticon colonies to the ground, no matter who or what stood in its way. No matter what sort of internal conflict Skyfire had with himself.

He had no control over his body.

He was a soul trapped in his own corpse.

It was perfect.

Jetfire was perfect.

The one of the greatest assets to the Autobots.

Many, many stellar cycles later, when Cybertron was dead and Optimus Prime and his crew was nowhere to be found, the High Council finally got a comm from the Prime asking for backup on some sort of dirt ball called Earth with Decepticons.

And when dull blue optics met familiar, surprised red optics from a smaller silver seeker for the first time in centuries, it did not smile or cry. It didn’t look surprised nor angry. It did not acknowledge it’s forgotten conjunx he longed for all those centuries ago.

Despite Skyfire’s desperate attempts to make his body stop, Jetfire raised its gun, and fired.

(And in the end, when Jetfire loomed dangerously over its enemy, Skyfire realized he was no longer the mech Starscream married)

[starmocha]

calling your name [Dawnbreaker/MC, implied Zayne/MC ★ 1506 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] The jasmine was about to blossom. A/N: I haven’t written anything in 2 years due to reasons, so lol IDK what I’m doing. I was also supposed to be working on a different LNDS ficlet, but Dawnbreaker called, so I answered, because I love him lots and want to give him the universe. Slight divergence from the end of the anecdote.

On a window sill, a small pot housing an unflowered jasmine plant was meticulously cared for as its owner waited for the first blossoms.

He saw the girl in his dreams again.

He did not dare utter her sweet name, let alone think it, for it caused him to ache and yearn for her, someone who would forever be beyond his reach across time and space.

He had gone on years and years, watching her from afar in his dreams. It felt so wrong, this feeling of voyeurism, forced to see the object of his affection with that other man, this being who shared his likeness and name, but they were not the same person.

While that other man lived freely, carrying the revered title of doctor, an angel on earth who saved countless lives with his scarred hands, he was his opposite.

He walked in shadows, evading police as he took numerous lives with his ice-cold hands. One could argue he was an angel of mercy, appearing to those who knew they were on the brink of losing the last remnants of their humanity. He himself saw nothing of the sort, only knowing he was shackled to this fate of walking the earth alone, bearing the burden of taking doomed lives to protect the still living. To some, he was the Grim Reaper, appearing in his dark clothes, expressionless, as he swiftly took the lives waiting for him. Others knew him as Dawnbreaker, the callous serial killer who left behind nothing of his victims to show that they ever existed.

He himself was just Zayne. The names, titles, and monikers bestowed upon him meant nothing to the young man, who had no one in his life to even call for him or remember him. He was used to silence, to the solitude, understanding that this was his fate.

He lived in purgatory, moving like clockwork and seeing neither joy nor sadness in this monotone world. When nightfall descended, he escaped to heaven where the girl was. Never alone, she was always happily side-by-side with the doctor. He stole glimpses of her smiles, pocketing them as if they were his and his alone. How pitiful of him, to relish in something that was not for him.

He learned not to care, to savor what little joy he was able to greedily take for himself. He lived this way for years, as a voyeur, a thief, an imposter.

When the day came the girl saw him within their dreamscape, he did not know how to react. He stilled, her words left him shaken inside:

“You…aren’t Dr. Zayne. Who are you?”

He didn’t know what to tell her. He didn’t know what to do in this moment. For as long as he could remember, she was always within reach in his dream ever since that fated night so long ago when he was a child. Now, she was here, in front of him, seeing him.

I can’t lose her. I can’t lose her. I can’t—

And then he felt an unfamiliar warmth on his cheek. Her hand caressed his face, memorizing the shape and feel of him that was near identical to the doctor, but perhaps in her eyes alone they were not.

“Why do you look so sad?”

He looked mildly surprised. He searched within him for words, for his voice, unprepared for this sudden moment of being able to speak with her at last. The seconds that felt like eternity to him ended with one simple phrase: “Do I?”

She nodded once and then she disappeared, and he awakened in a cold sweat.

She saw him. She touched him. She spoke to him.

What did it mean? He didn’t know, didn’t have an answer or theory to this new development.

He touched his cheek, her warmth still lingering. The only thing he knew was that he needed to see her again, hoping and praying that she wouldn’t disappear, that she would speak to him once more.

The next night, she appeared before him again, and just like the previous time, she saw him.

“What’s your name?”

He hesitated, but he answered her, “Zayne.”

She looked surprised, but she didn’t act on it. Instead, she smiled and introduced herself. He almost wanted to laugh in incredulous amusement at the situation, having known her name already from so long ago. He restrained his amusement, and he smiled back. “Pleased to meet you.”

They crossed path again, and again, and again. Each time, without hesitation, her eyes lighted with joy for him.

For him.

Him.

He didn’t dare to feel happiness, unsure if he was even deserving of such feelings. But he smiled. He greeted her smiles with his, feeling peace in the moments with her.

He wished he could dream forever, to always have her by his side until the end of time itself.

He no longer envied the doctor, no longer stole moments that were not his to take.

The dream world had changed, molding into bustling cities long ago full of parks, restaurants, and cafés for him to wander with her by his side, to create memories that were for just the two of them to share.

The smiles came naturally, his eyes focused only on her as she chatted and showed him things he did not know in his own world. He listened to her stories, hearing unfamiliar names of the people in her life, but he was engrossed nonetheless, holding onto her every word like a lifeline. When she mentioned the doctor, she paused, seemingly conflicted.

“Go on,” he urged her gently, being rewarded instantly with her kind smile. He didn’t remember the anecdotes she shared of the doctor. He had become too drunk on her voice, too enamored by her pure existence to even think lucidly anymore.

Oh, how he wished he could stay intoxicated, to always keep this feeling of euphoria within himself.

“Do you like chocolate?” she asked after slipping her hand into his coat pocket for warmth, being surprised when she brushed against a small chocolate square.

He himself was surprised to see the sweet treat, having forgotten he was the one who had placed it there in the first place. He pondered, unsure. He ate a lot of chocolate, not disliking it obviously, but he wondered if he could even describe it as his favorite thing to have. It had become more of a habit than anything else really.

“I do not dislike it,” he said after a moment of thought.

She smiled, seemingly understanding him, and unwrapped the little square, taking a delicate bite for herself. “If I have something sweet, I’d be happy, even if it was a bad day.”

He mulled over her words, thinking how it perfectly matched his own feelings.

“Are you tired?” he asked her as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

They found themselves sitting on a beach, watching a sunset. The sound of waves crashing gently upon the shore filled the silence. She shook her head, but her eyes closed. He gazed down at the top of her head, and he placed a kiss, pulling her closer into his embrace.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“For what?”

“For being here…with me.”

His days remained the same, his tasks unchanging as always. The police records for Dawnbreaker had all mysteriously disappeared, leaving him to freely move about without interference. When dusk finally approached, he counted down the minutes to when sleep would come for him, and her as well.

In the world that they shared, he felt as if he had snuck into heaven, knowing this was something never for him to have. When she looked at him, gentle eyes full of delight and love, he knew he would bend time and space for her.

“Zayne…”

He leaned forth, her soft lips beckoned him to claim them as his, to steal away all of her sweet kisses for himself. Just as their lips were about to touch, he found himself alone in darkness.

The girl was gone.

He called out for her, searched for her within the empty space.

His feet pounded on the floor, echoing in the darkness, as he ran into the void. His heart raced, a cold dread stirred within him, as he found himself approaching a light at the end of the path. He touched against an invisible barrier, separating him and her once more.

He saw her, through the transparent wall, his beloved’s face was wracked with confusion and heartache. Her mouth formed his and the doctor’s name, but the person she sought was gone. In his place stood the doctor as he tried to console the hysterical girl, unable to fathom the cause of her tears and emotional distress, but at the same time, he was unwilling to let her hurt alone.

He watched, helpless, as another man embraced her, soothed her, loved her.

He closed his eyes.

He awoke to a sweet fragrance in his bedroom.

The jasmine had blossomed, and his heart broke.

[greenwitchcrafts]

February 2024 witch guide

Full moon: February 24th

New moon: February 9th

Sabbats: Imbolc-February 1st

February Snow Moon

Known as: Eagle Moon, Horning Moon, Solmonath Moon, Bear moon, Ice Moon, Wild Moon, Raccoon Moon, Big Winter Moon, Groundhog Moon, Quickening Moon, Storm Moon, Goose Moon, Hungry Moon & Red/Cleansing Moon

Element: Fire

Zodiac: Aquarius & Pisces

Nature spirits: House Faeries

Deities: Aphrodite, Brigid & Nut

Animals: Otter & Unicorn

Birds: Chickadee & Eagle

Trees: Cedar, laurel, myrtle & rowan

Herbs: Balm of Gilead, hyssop, myrrh, sage & spikenard

Flowers: Primrose

Scents: Heliotrope & wisteria

Stones: Amethyst, jasper, moonstone, obsidian, onyx , rose quartz, topaz & red zircon

Colors: Light blue & violet

Energy:  Astral travel, banishing, beginnings, breaking bad habits, creativity expressiveness, empowerment, energy working to the surface, fertility, forgiveness, freedom, friendships, future plans, growth, healing, problem solving, purification, responsibility & science

February’s full Moon is a “Micromoon” this year. Think of this term as the opposite of a “Supermoon.” It simply means that the full Moon is at its farthest point from Earth (not the nearest point).

The explanation behind February’s full Moon name is a fairly straightforward one: it’s known as the Snow Moon due to the typically heavy snowfall that occurs in February. On average, February is the United States’ snowiest month, according to data from the National Weather Service. In the 1760s, Captain Jonathan Carver, who had visited with the Naudowessie(Dakota), wrote that the name used for this period was the Snow Moon, “because more snow commonly falls during this month than any other in the winter.” 

Imbolc

Known as: Feast of Torches, Feast of Waxing Light, Oimele & Brigid's Day

Season: Winter

Symbols: Besoms, Brighid's crosses, candles, candle wheels, fertility symbols, fire, ploughs, priapic wands & white flowers

Colors: Black, brown, Earth tones, lavender, light green, orange, pink, red, white & yellow

Oils/Incense: Apricot, basil, bay, carnation, chamomile, cinnamon, dragon's blood, frankincense, heather, jasmine, myrrh, neroli, red sandalwood, sage, vanilla, violet & wisteria

Animals: Badger, cow, deer,groudhog, robin, sheep, snake, & swan

Mythical: Dragon

Stones: Amethyst, bloodstone, citrine, clear quartz, garnet, green tourmaline, hematite, iron, lodestone, onyx, red zircon, rose quartz, ruby, turquoise, yellow tourmaline

Food: Breads, chives, curries, dairy products, grains, garlic, herbal teas, honey cakes, lamb, muffins, onions, peppers, poppy seed cakes, pork, poultry, pumpkin seeds, raisins, scones, spiced wines & sunflower seeeds

Herbs/Plants: Angelica, ashleaf, balsam, basil, bay laurel, benzoin, blackberry, clover, coltsfoot, coriander, dragon's blood, garlic, heather, lemon, myrrh, rosemary, sage, vervain, wheat & witch hazel

Flowers: Celandine, chamomile, iris, rose hips, snowdrop, sunflower, tansy, violets, white flowers & yellow flowers

Goddesses: Anu, Aradia, Arianrhod, Artio, Athena, Branwen, Brigid, Danu, Februa, Gaia, Inanna, Juno, Selene, Sirona & Vesta

Gods: Aegus Mac Og, Bragi, Cupid, Dian Cecht, Dumuzi, Eros, Februus & Pax

Issues, Intentions & Powers: Activation/awakening, animals, beginnings, fertility, healing, hope, illumination, inspiration, light, pregnancy/childbirth, prophecy, transformation, well-being & youth

Spellwork: Air magick, banishings, candle spells, divination, fertility spells, prosperity & purification

Activities:

• Make & light white candles

• Clean/decorate your altar & consecrate your  altar tools

• Go on a walk in nature & look for signs of spring

• Make a Brigid's Cross

• Have a feast with your family/friends

• Give thanks & leave offerings to the Earth

• Set intentions, reflect & look deeper into your goals for spring

• Start a bonfire

• Find Imboloc prayers & devotionals that bid farewell to the winter months, honor the goddess Brigid, as well as seasonal blessings for your meals, hearth, & home.

• Pepare plans for your upcoming garden

• Craft a priapic wand

• Spend time with children celebrating Imbolc by making crafts & or baking

• Practice divination & fire scrying

• Draw a cleansing ritual bath for yourself

• Meditate, reflect & say your farewells to winter

• Cleanse & clean your house to prepare for spring

• Create a Brídeóg: a doll of Brigid made of straw

• Make Bride's bouquet satchets & exchange as symbols of good luck and fertility

• Set aside food & or drinks as an offering to Brigid to invite her in your home

Imbolc is a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of spring. Most commonly it is held on January 31 – February 1, or halfway between the winter solstice & the spring equinox. The holiday is a festival of the hearth, home, a celebration of the lengthening days & the early signs of spring. 

The word "imbolc" means "in the belly" and refers to the pregnancy of ewes at this time of year. The term "oimelc" means ewe's milk. Around this time of year, many herd animals give birth to their first offspring of the year or are heavily pregnant & as a result, they are producing milk. This creation of life’s milk is a part of the symbolic hope for spring.

Imbolc is mentioned in some of the earliest Irish literature and it is associated with important events in Irish mythology. It has been suggested that it was originally a pagan festival associated with the goddess Brigid and that it was Christianized as a festival of Saint Brigid, who herself is thought to be a Christianization of the goddess.

Some use Imbolc to celebrate the longer days which herald the return of Spring & The Goddess's recovery from giving birth to The Sun (The God) at Yule. The God & The Goddess are children symbolizing new life, new beginnings & new resurrections.

Related festivals:

• Groundhog Day-  Is a tradition observed in the United States & Canada on February 2 of every year. It derives from the Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if a groundhog emerges from its burrow on this day & sees its shadow, it will retreat to its den & winter will go on for six more weeks; if it does not see its shadow, spring will arrive early.

While the tradition remains popular in the 21st century, studies have found no consistent association between a groundhog seeing its shadow & the subsequent arrival time of spring-like weather.

•St. Brigid's Day- 1 February. It was originally Imbolc, the first day of spring in Irish tradition. Because Saint Brigid has been theorised as linked to the goddess Brigid, some associate the festival of Imbolc with the goddess. St. Brigid is the patroness saint (or 'mother saint') of Ireland. She is patroness of many things, including poetry, learning, healing, protection, blacksmithing, livestock & dairy production. In her honour, a perpetual fire was kept burning at Kildare for centuries.

A recent campaign successfully established her feast day as a national holiday in 2023.

• Chinese New Year- (February 10th) the festival that celebrates the beginning of a new year on the traditional lunisolar Chinese calendar. In Chinese, the festival is commonly referred to as the Spring Festival,- marking the end of winter and the beginning of the spring season. Observances traditionally take place from Chinese New Year's Eve, the evening preceding the first day of the year, to the Lantern Festival, held on the 15th day of the year. The first day of Chinese New Year begins on the new moon that appears between January 21st & February 20th.

The Chinese New Year is associated with several myths and customs. The festival was traditionally a time to honour deities as well as ancestors. Within China, regional customs and traditions concerning the celebration of the New Year vary widely & the evening preceding the New Year's Day is frequently regarded as an occasion for Chinese families to gather for the annual reunion dinner.

It is also a tradition for every family to thoroughly clean their house, in order to sweep away any ill fortune & to make way for incoming good luck. Another custom is the decoration of windows & doors with red paper-cuts and couplets. Popular themes among these paper-cuts and couplets include good fortune or happiness, wealth & longevity. Other activities include lighting firecrackers  & giving money in red envelopes.

•  Candlemas- is a Christian feast day on February 2nd commemorating the presentation of Jesus at the Temple. It is based upon the account of the presentation of Jesus in Luke 2:22-40. 

While it is customary for Christians in some countries to remove their Christmas decorations on Twelfth Night, those in other Christian countries historically remove them after Candlemas.On Candlemas, many Christians also take their candles to their local church, where they are blessed and then used for the rest of the year.

•Setsubun- (February 3rd) Is the day before the beginning of spring in the old calendar in Japan. The name literally means 'seasonal division', referring to the day just before the first day of spring.

Both Setsubun & Risshun are celebrated yearly as part of the Spring Festival (Haru matsuri ) in Japan. In its association with the Lunar New Year, Setsubun, though not the official New Year, was thought of as similar in its ritual & cultural associations of 'cleansing' the previous year as the beginning of the new season of spring. Setsubun was accompanied by a number of rituals & traditions held at various levels to drive away the previous year's bad fortunes & evil spirits for the year to come.

Other Celebrations:

• Lupercalia-

In ancient Rome, this festival was conducted annually on February 13th through 15th under the superintendence of a corporation of priests called Luperci. The origins of the festival are obscure, although the likely derivation of its name from lupus (Latin: “wolf”) has variously suggested connection with an ancient deity who protected herds from wolves and with the legendary she-wolf who nursed Romulus and Remus. As a fertility rite, the festival is also associated with the god Faunus.

to purify the city, promoting health & fertility.

Each Lupercalia began with the sacrifice by the Luperci of goats and a dog, after which two of the Luperci were led to the altar, their foreheads were touched with a bloody knife & the blood was wiped off with wool dipped in milk; the ritual required that the two young men laugh. The sacrificial feast followed, after which the Luperci cut thongs from the skins of the sacrificial animals & ran in two bands around the Palatine hill, striking with the thongs at any woman who came near them. A blow from the thong was supposed to render a woman fertile.

In 494 CE the Christian church under Pope Gelasius I forbade participation in the festival. Tradition holds that he appropriated the form of the rite as the Feast of the Purification (Candlemas), celebrated on February 2, but it is likely that the Christian feast was established in the previous century. It has also been alternately suggested that Pope Gelasius I replaced Lupercalia with St. Valentine’s Day, celebrated on February 14th, but the origin of that holiday was likely much later.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Encyclopedia britannica

Llewellyn 2024 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

[damaprimavera]

Spring, the size of a squirrel, was perched on a nearby bush. She had recognized the sweet lady as one of her own kind, more or less.

A wand, hm?

She tapped the leaves under her feet

"Psst. Have you seen some magic wand nearby?"

Some branches and leaves rustled and a root emerged to show the lost sparkling wand.

"Lady Fairy? Lady Fairy? Over here!"

"Now where is that wand?"

[enchantedwitchling]

The Magic of Everyday: How I Find Witchcraft in the Ordinary.

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Do you ever stop to marvel at the enchantment that surrounds us, hidden in plain sight? As I delve deeper into my journey of practicing witchcraft, I've come to realize that magic isn't just about casting grand spells or performing elaborate rituals—it's woven into the very fabric of our everyday lives.

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Join me as I embark on this enchanting exploration of "The Magic of Everyday," where I'll reveal how I find witchcraft in the ordinary and embrace the extraordinary in the mundane.

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Morning Brew, Morning Spells ☕🔮 Every morning, as the sun rises and the world awakens, I stand by the window, cradling my warm mug of tea or coffee, or in the summer months with iced drinks (I love an iced coffee!). With every sip, I imbue my drink with intentions of clarity and peace.

The Language of Plants and Crystals 🌿💎 During my daily walks, I've discovered a secret language spoken by the plants and crystals. The rustling leaves whisper ancient wisdom, while the sparkling crystals hum with energy. Nature, the most potent spell caster, teaches me to be still, listen, and learn.

Embracing the Elements 🌊🔥💨🌍 The elements surround us at all times, and recognising their presence is a powerful key to unlock everyday magic. I breathe in the fresh air, feel the earth beneath my feet, and let the rain cleanse my spirit. When I light a candle, I invoke the transformative power of fire. By connecting with the elements, I connect with the core of existence.

Enchanted Home Space 🏠✨ My home is my sacred space, a sanctuary for my craft. I've adorned it with little altars and candles, which I light to honour the spirits that reside within these walls. Cleansing my space with smoke incense purifies and refreshes the energy, filling the air with positive vibrations.

Moonlit Dream weaving 🌙🌌 Under the moon's tender gaze, I venture into the realm of dreams. I keep a dream journal by my bedside, capturing the mysteries that unfold during the night. In the gentle light of the moon, I feel closer to the universal energy that weaves us all together.

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In the grand tapestry of life, there's magic in the ordinary—waiting for us to embrace it with wonder and gratitude. By cherishing these moments, we tap into the essence of witchcraft, where intention and reverence converge.

So, as you go about your day, remember to pause, breathe, and observe the magic that surrounds you. Whether it's in the flight of a butterfly, the sparkle of dew on a leaf, or the warmth of a friend's smile, the enchantment of everyday life awaits your discovery.

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[damaprimavera]

The animals that aren't hibernating are bringing pinecones and things to her lake to make it pretty. She's asleep but she feels them loving her and she loves them back

[iamespecter]

Oh ziku, I'm going to open Pandora's box with this question I'm going to ask (sorry if I made you uncomfortable)

I wanted to ask you personally what your eternal eclipse au is about. I saw that you mentioned it on tadc-harlequin a few times, so it generated interest in me. 🤔

As I said, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything. I fully understand your love-stress relationship with the fnaf fandom.

I send you strength to improve your current situation.

lmfao I honestly don't mind, the Eternal Eclipse au brainrot still goes on despite the lack of interest amongst the general audience

But basically, it's an AU where God of War meets Security Breach, but if 80's synthwave were written all over it

The AU formed because I was watching Jacksepticeye's God of War Raganarok playthrough, while having Dance with the Dead songs playing in the background. I then thought to myself, " hm... what if.... God of War x Security Breach.... with lots of Dance with the Dead vibes....."

Summary:

The world is dying. The sun has lost it's warmth ever since the moon shattered. The Skies remain dark as the void vast of space, no longer in it's place. The Oceans, lakes and rivers have become frozen. The Weather has become volatile and constant sandstorms plague the wastelands. The Forests no longer lush, but ashen and volcanic.

An Eternal Eclipse sits lone beyond the horizon. A grim reminder, and a ticking time bomb for the eventual collapse of everything we know.

Freddy is a wandering bear who simply wants to find a safe place for his small companion, Gregory, a young human boy left to die all alone when he was an infant, until saved by Freddy. But the wastelands are brutal, and unforgiving. He's spent years running away from his demons, but now he's decided he must make things right.

Not just for Gregory, but for them, too.

I don't have a lot of art (especially since I'm currently on my phone rn), but I have Freddy's old design and yes I gave him Kratos' black bear fur coat it looks so fucking badass

Some spoiler for the story up ahead:

Each of the Glamrocks for this AU actually represent an important aspect of the world;

Chica being the sigil of water, the seas, rivers and lakes. Her being gone from her place means that all bodies of water have dried up and turned into a desert wasteland.

Where's all the water? She IS the water. And she's frozen entirely because of the great collapse, now being the reason why the entire lands are freezing cold. She is being held in the farthest corner of the world, where her influence had created a massive corrupted ice wall spanning the entire world.

(old concept art for Chica's corrupted primal form, may update this soon with a better one)

To free Chica from this feral form, a ritual must be commenced; Freddy has to play a song from her own guitar (that Bonnie kept) that reawakens her true spirit. Said theme is "Venom".

Roxanne is the sigil of weather, but due to her misplacement, she has crashed down to the earths and has become a mountain that only awakens to wreak havoc, seemingly trying to find something. Her breathing when she sleeps is the reason why there are constant sandstorms, and earthquakes.

(old concept for how her primal form looks, if she's not sleeping, may update this soon)

Roxanne's theme is "Andromeda".

Montgomery is the embodiment of fauna, being the forests and swamps. The rivers drying up has turned him and his territory into a volcanic creature, constantly spewing corrupted ashes into the air.

Monty's lava, smoke, ashes and withered fauna is one of the major reasons why the world, as well as it's occupants are slowly dying, as they can barely grow new crops.

Montgomery's theme is "War".

(Yes, this is another "boss rush" AU. lmao)

Now, what about Bonnie? Well, he's a zesty ahh vendor. lmfao

When the moon was shattered, the skies disappeared. Without the skies to keep the weather up, the weather crashed to the ground. When the weather came too close, the seas froze and the lands dried up. Without the sea's flow, the fauna withered and became hateful.

A domino effect that resulted into the Great Collapse of the world.

I don't have the updated designs for everyone yet, so hopefully I could get started on those sometime even if the AU is not my main concern atm

[polo-drone-001]

The Awakening of Freyr – Preparing for the Ice Hockey Match

Ezan was a beast on the soccer field, a force of pure dominance, but ice hockey was another battlefield entirely. The skates, the ice, the need for fluidity instead of brute power, it frustrated him beyond words. He trained harder than anyone, pushed himself past the limit, but something wasn’t clicking. Even with advice from Briar, the Ace of Ice Hockey, and Icelander Daniel, the breakthrough never came. He hated feeling like this, hated the uncertainty, the stagnation. Ezan was unstoppable, but now he was stuck.

After another brutal practice, he stormed into the Golden Army headquarters, dropping into his chair. His golden eyes flicked to the match schedule. The Golden Army vs. Pachy Pack. The toughest team they’d face this season. His jaw clenched. His fingers drummed against the desk. He skipped practice the next day, not because he was giving up but because he couldn’t stomach the frustration anymore. Instead, he showed up as Percival, the team’s head office manager. He strategized, analyzed, watched every move, but even Percival couldn’t fix what was missing.

After another crushing session, he sat alone in the locker room, head in his hands. Daniel walked in, saying nothing, just placing a steady hand on his shoulder. That quiet presence said more than words ever could. Percival exhaled deeply, leaning into it, and in that instant, Daniel was gone. Fenrir stood in his place, silver-white fur shimmering under the dim lights, golden eyes filled with knowing. Percival didn’t resist. He let himself collapse into the warmth, the strength, the raw presence of the wolf god. No talking. No thinking. Just acceptance.

The next afternoon, Percival left the Golden Stadium, walking until the world around him turned quiet. The Eldingr Woods stretched before him, the scent of pine and fresh earth filling his lungs. The Vetrgull River shimmered like molten gold in the fading light, and there, at the edge of the tree line, stood the stag. Massive. Watching him. Its antlers gleamed like polished gold, eyes locked onto him with divine weight. He followed without hesitation, deeper into the untouched parts of the forest, until they arrived at a massive rune stone, golden inscriptions glowing along its surface.

At its base lay a cloak, The Shimmering Golden Stag Cloak. It pulsed with something more than magic, something more than power. It was a calling. Percival reached for it, and the moment it draped over his shoulders, his body ignited. Energy surged through every muscle. His mind expanded, memories of past lives crashing over him. His form shifted, golden eyes burning with an icy-blue fire, hair braided into Nordic patterns, veins glowing with divine strength. He was no longer Percival. No longer Ezan. The stag had not just guided him. It had awakened him. He had become Freyr.

When Freyr stepped back onto the Golden Army’s field, the entire team felt it before they saw him. The air shifted. The energy changed. The players stopped mid-motion. The drones froze in place. The golden bros turned, eyes wide. He walked in, golden veins pulsing, power radiating from his very existence. Ezan had been a powerhouse. Percival had been a strategist. But Freyr was something beyond both. He did not just command strength. He granted it. He did not just inspire loyalty. He was worshipped. The Golden Army had a new force among them, and now, they were ready for war.

That night, when Ezan stepped onto the ice, there was no hesitation. No doubt. He moved with effortless precision, each stride fluid, each movement calculated. He was faster. Sharper. Unstoppable. Briar smirked. "Looks like you finally figured it out, bro." Daniel grinned. "Took you long enough." Ezan rolled his shoulders, his golden gaze gleaming under the arena lights. "Nah. I just remembered who the fuck I am." The whistle blew. The puck dropped. And with the power of a god fueling him, Ezan dominated the ice like he was born to rule it.

@polo-drone-050 @danielgold-16

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