#four leaf clover cow

[goostiebee]

🍀Moo Leaf Clover is Reborn! Not having the greatest of luck lately? Bad dreams? Don't worry, they're here to help! They have all sorts of items you can use to make your day better 💚

This is another cow I have redesigned!~ I think they look so much better like this, major glow up <33

[velissiamemes]

♡ Irish Proverb Sentence Starters ♡

Feel free to adjust as needed!

He's as old as Methuselah’s cat

The longest way around is the shortest way home

Never scald your lips with another man’s porridge

You can’t make a silk purse out of a sows ear

I'm as awkward as a pig in a parlour

The older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune

Every man is sociable until a cow invades his garden

You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your father was

There's not a wise man without fault

A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book

May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past

A good friend is like a four-leaf clover

Here's to a long life and a merry one. A quick death and an easy one. A pretty girl and an honest one. A cold pint and another one!

May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live.

May the wind always be at your back.

Forgetting a debt doesn’t mean it’s paid.

There is no such thing as bad publicity except your own obituary.

A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures.

Wherever you go and whatever you do, may the luck of the Irish be there with you.

It is often that a person’s mouth broke his nose.

Here’s to Hell! May the stay there be as fun as the way there!

There is only one thing worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

[diana-thyme]

hi! i’m not sure if you work with tyche, but if you do: can i ask what personal signs you saw that made you realize? if not no worries :) luck symbols like four leaf clovers, ladybugs, etc have been following me so much…a dream about dice…

I honor Tyche often, but I don’t personally work with her. I do work with and worship other deities who I’ve gotten signs from, though! One example is Hera. I worship her and was called to her through signs. Lots of cows, peacocks, the works.

My personal rule is that if I see something I can consider a sign three times in a row, it’s a sign. I’d recommend choosing one thing (if you’d like) to focus on. You could simply ask for signs in general, I just tend to ask for one thing because my brain is too busy to recognize multiple signs. Ask to see three ladybugs. Three dice. Whatever you’d like!

I also want to point out that you do not need signs to work with or worship a deity! For deity work, I like to worship the deity for a bit to build up a relationship, then move on to work whenever I feel comfortable. It helps to establish an altar (if you want one) and to understand what exactly goes into worshipping said deity (their favorite offerings, the best prayers, etc.). But really, you don’t have to do that either. You can simply start working with a deity. If you believe a deity is reaching out, worship (or work with) them! Honestly, there’s no risks unless you are outwardly rude to them (and you’d know if you were being rude).

Good luck! Tyche is a lovely deity and she’s one of the minority that was worshipped in Ancient Greece, meaning there’s a lot of research about her. Have fun!

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Hi, I hope this will bring the wholesome!

Holy cow!! This game! I can't! ❤️ Little Romi just gave Zel a four-leaf clover! She said that “Did you know you’ll be happy forever & ever if you've got one of these clovers?” She then went on to say that she gave one to her papa & that he was SOOO happy, then gave one to Zel, telling her that she should give one to her papa too! … I gotta say, they did a great job of writing these kids in this game.

So, I'd love to see the Dorfs receiving such a clover from their daughter. Perhaps they’re confused initially, but accept all-the-same, earning him a bright, sunny smile & an “Nï'āmàl'so, Vōda!” (Meaning, “I love you, dad!” But in a slang way. So, it's more like, “love ya, dad!” Āmàl being the platonic or familial use of love.) Before scampering off saying that, she was going to go help Vàma with dinner. Anyway, I imagine the DorfMisers just smiling, looking at the silly little good luck charm… He contemplates tossing it or something of the like.

What do each one decide to do?

Regardless, I imagine that they go about their day until they catch the word “clover,” only half-listening, until he hears a child all pouty over having not been able to find a Happy Clover. The other children ask why she wanted that, who responds that four-leaf clovers are always lucky, but the Picori Festival had just ended a week ago, so all four-leaf clovers still in the ground become Happy Clovers which are extra extra lucky because the Picori always leave extra treats & trinkets during the festival. Reminding them how in class, the teacher said that if you have one then you’ll be happy forever & ever! (Said elderly lady was also his daughter's teacher, so it was almost guaranteed that she'd heard the same tale herself.) “And it’s the last day until the full moon, when the extra luck will disappear for 100 whole years!!” *note that the child was whining* She then complained about how “It’s almost sundown & the princess stole the last one right from under my nose & those are the luckiest!! She could've gotten another one before, cause she’s really good at finding treasure, so she must’ve waited till the last hour to get the best one!!! Selfish!!!” Keep in mind, it was really just little kid talk, no hatred, just annoyance. Nothing a bit of roughhousing won’t resolve.

In other words, rather than keep such a supposedly fae-blessed eternal happiness bestowing treasure for herself (which, is super huge for kids, remember that), the DorfMisers’ darling Vàlàti (princess) had decided to give it to him instead.

How do they react?

If he tossed the clover, does he go searching for it? If so, how does he feel when he does find it again?

Or if he didn't toss it, is he overcome with relief for his forbearance. (Which, in.the cases of Demise, is likely very rare.)

Regardless of which, what does he do & say next time he sees her standing on a stool as she helps her mother knead buns on her tippy toes with a flour smudged màgdàsha (a type of cooking apron made from linen)? Thoughts, feelings, & what do they do afterwards? Do they watch for a bit? Listen to his wife & daughter chat for a moment? Enjoy a moment of peace & contentment & family & just… love. Perhaps that desire for power & conquest is still there, but maybe for now, with these people… maybe he had all he needed for just a moment…

What then? Which of the Dorfs react by saying the classic, “How are my 2 favorite vaien?” (I highly doubt Demise, but I can absolutely see Hedony doing so.)

I'd love a cute little scene where they interact.

Regardless, when Nemma notices the little clover, she comments, “My! That's quite the fortunate find! I could seal that in resine so it won't wilt, if you'd like?”

Response please?

And, if he asks his vehvï why she didn’t keep such a “powerful” treasure for herself. (I imagine him saying the word with a bit of humor. Maybe some fondness.) After all, many would give anything for never-ending happiness. How does he react to her saying, “I’m always happy, but I see how you look sometimes. And I know that being happy doesn’t come as easy for everyone. So, I wanted you to have it, so we can see you smile more. Kaachan likes your smile & so do I! I know your job's important to you, but taking breaks to be happy is important, too!”

Also, the expression on Nemma’s face is like: 🥹, hand pressed to her lips like this: 🤭 with a tiny, tight little smile of, “Oh my goodness, my heart. It is breaking from the wholesome.”

But, how do the DorfMisers react?  Like, just to the realization that his baby wants wishes eternal happiness for him? Thoughts & feelings? How does he respond?

Anyway, thank you! And I'm glad you're sib’s back at home.

I loved that quest. Its so cute. The King of Hyrule in this game was such a 10/10 dad. I loved the father/daughter dynamics between him and Zelda. <3

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What an absolutely heartwarming and rich scene you've crafted! Here’s how I imagine each of the Ganondorfs and Demise might react to Vàlàti’s innocent and deeply thoughtful gift.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

At first, he may be taken aback, almost amused by the clover's "power" as his daughter eagerly hands it to him. He's not prone to sentimentality, so he doesn't give much thought to it until he hears the children’s conversation about the clover’s supposed power to bring eternal happiness. Suddenly, it dawns on him just how meaningful her gesture was, choosing to bestow him with what she saw as boundless happiness. This thought lingers with him as he goes to find her, watching her help her mother in the kitchen. In a rare moment of softness, he places the clover in his pocket, letting himself feel her love and seeing both his daughter and wife as pillars in his life he wouldn’t trade for anything. He might smile and ask, “How are my two favorite vaien?”

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Twilight Princess Ganondorf would likely scoff lightly at the idea of a “happy clover” at first, not thinking twice as he sets it down somewhere unceremonious. Yet the overheard conversation about the clover’s rarity makes him reconsider, compelling him to find it again, a shadow of doubt flitting across his mind that it might actually carry some significance. When he sees Vàlàti with her mother, covered in flour and happily chatting, he’d feel a tug of something tender and unfamiliar. He might even join in, maybe calling them his “vaien,” although with that characteristic serious tone he never quite shakes. Yet as he leaves, the clover’s weight in his pocket feels like a reminder of the simple happiness he often overlooks.

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Wind Waker Ganondorf, with his connection to the sea and the endless search for something beyond power, would feel an immediate, instinctive warmth when Vàlàti gives him the clover. He listens carefully to the children’s chatter, quietly intrigued, and feels an ache when he realizes she gave up such a valuable treasure for him. As he watches her, his heart fills with pride, especially when he considers her purity and resilience in wanting to share joy with him. He’s likely to watch Nemma and Vàlàti in that contented silence, whispering a soft, “My girls,” before deciding he’ll keep that clover with him, a little beacon of happiness in his journey.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf is initially skeptical of the clover’s “eternal happiness,” dismissing it with a smirk. But after hearing the children’s belief in the clover’s power, he finds himself curiously examining it more closely, his respect for his daughter’s thoughtfulness growing. Watching her help Nemma in the kitchen, he’d feel an unexpected warmth and protective pride, reflecting on her selflessness. He’d keep the clover, reminding himself that her happiness is now woven into his life as much as his ambitions. He might approach them, standing beside Nemma, and murmur, “My two favorite vaien are getting along well, I see,” with a rare softness in his voice.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf would initially seem indifferent to the clover, but overhearing the children would leave him thoughtful, the meaning behind his daughter’s gesture settling deeply. He finds himself seeking Vàlàti out, finding her with Nemma in the kitchen. For a moment, he simply watches the pair, feeling an unfamiliar ache at how she wants him to be happy. He might kneel beside her, tucking the clover into a pouch close to his heart. “Thank you, vàlàti,” he’d murmur, his usual commanding tone softened. Her gift makes him realize he might truly desire more for them than he’d once imagined.

Demise

Demise would likely regard the clover as insignificant at first, setting it aside without a second thought. However, hearing the children's talk would jolt something in him—a glimmer of curiosity. The thought of happiness wasn’t something he ever sought, but the fact that she wanted it for him would leave him unexpectedly stirred. He wouldn’t outwardly show much, perhaps, but when he sees her helping Nemma in the kitchen, he watches a while longer than usual, feeling a new, unfamiliar sense of peace. He might finally grumble, “My two favorite vaien,” more for their sakes than his own, the clover tucked into his gauntlet almost without thinking.

If Nemma offers to preserve the clover, most of the Ganondorfs would be moved, likely nodding with a subtle, “Thank you.” After Vàlàti’s explanation, they might feel a pang of tenderness, the realization that their little girl had thought so deeply and selflessly. And if they ask her why she gave it to them, her simple yet profound response would bring an unexpected sense of humility and gratitude.

Demise, meanwhile, would be especially struck by her words about happiness not coming as easily to him. He’d turn her words over in his mind as though unlocking a mystery, perhaps vowing to keep the clover for reasons he can’t yet name, his normally unyielding resolve softened just slightly by his daughter’s gesture.

[aradiyatoys]

My little Cow Mia 🐮 with her lucky four-leaf clover! 🍀 She is one of my older projects, but still one of my most favorite that I have ever worked on! 🥰 Crochet pattern for amigurumi Cow Mia is available in English, German, Italian, French, Portuguese and Spanish here -> https://etsy.me/3ZxSazk 💛💙

[the-terukane-archives]

im sad so i'm gonna tell you some dad jokes

goodbye boiling water, you will be mist.

the wedding was so emotional even the cake was in tiers

why is it bad to iron a four-leaf clover? because you should never press your luck.

what keys unlock a banana? mon-keys.

what is a fancy fish called? so-fish-ticated

what cars do eggs drive? a yolks-wagon

what did one hat say to the other? wait here, im going on ahead!

what do you call a fake noodle? an impasta.

how do cows learn about current events? they read about it in the moos paper

it takes a lot of guts to be an organ donor

that circus fire was in tents

spiders are so smart, they know everything on the web

i told a joke about chemistry, but it didn't get a reaction

what computer is a singer? a dell

i had a clock for breakfast. it was super time-consuming

anyways t4t terukane is real and teru like dad jokes haha

i'm slightly less sad now

-pc anon

t4t terukane is the realest <- snagged the username t4terukane on instagram & is STILL bragging about it to this day

[betty-boom]

seven sentence sunday...

...even tho no one tagged me, but if i post snippets into the tumblr void, i'm held accountable to write these

seven sentences out of the urban fantasy AU where buck has a lil hipster coffeeshop and a moral dilemma (also cows are evil, i guess)

It’s like this: all the coffee beans entering his place are enchanted with the good luck charm he’d learned in Peru, each tea bag contains just a little dry four leaf clover, every jar of honey is already magic in itself because bees made those and bees are stronger than any other magic he knows. Everything but the milk is doused in benevolent magic just to make sure his customers have a good day if they can.

(The milk’s a problem he hasn’t figured out yet, but magic burns it and he’s pretty sure cows are just the devil’s spawn refusing any benevolent enchantment. He doesn’t trust them.)

It’s also like this: there’s a police precinct a block down the street and a firehouse two doors down. 

The shop is always busy with police officers and detectives and firefighters and Buck…well, Buck can’t let them walk out without a bit of luck and a whole lot of protection. Even if they have no idea he’s sending them out with the embers of his magic, which brings him to the new wave of consideration whether what he’s doing is wrong on some level.

not tagging anyone cause i know no one, but if anyone wants me to follow/wants to follow me, i will be thrilled <3

[masticadoresdeletraslatino]

"Four Leaf Clover" by Michael Lee Johnson

Photo by Elias Tigiser on Pexels.com I found your life smiling inside a four-leaf clover. Here you hibernate in sin. You were dancing in the orange fields of the sun. You lock into your history, your past, withdrawal, taste honeycomb, then cow salt lick. All your life, you have danced in your soft shoes. Find free lottery tickets in the pockets of poor men and strangers. Numbers rhyme like…

[sadlilcl0wn]

Buttercups curl against eyelashes fluttering against early spring breeze, wintergreen lifesaver breath brushing against dandelion seeds, floating floating floating, see how high I can go, I broke my nose in this park once, Hank Williams cassette tape lulling me to sleep on the beds of clovers, only three-leafed, never four. Zip up the pumpkin fleece to my chin, daddy I feel so cold, daddy push me on the swings, daddy I never see you, daddy I miss you, daddy I kept that fleece until it was threadbare, falling apart at the seams, covered in cat pee and my little girl dreams, daddy I’m still your little cowgirl, hug this stuffed cow like it can replace my lost purity, please daddy please

[uwubercharge]

*gets sad about the hypothetical three legged cows stumbling carefree and happily around a meadow of four leaf clovers and baby lambs that the cartoonishly large bones at the supermarket implies*

[lilacladydaydream]

I wonder where this field is a lot of the time. I think about how wonderful it would be to feel peace surrounded by such beauty.

[cowreline]

[lunavenefica]

⛤Fairies, Elves and Vile in Slav History and Myth⛤

Many of us know a lot about Greek, Roman and Viking mythology but few of us have ever heard about Slavic folklore.

This is partly due to the attitude of the Church, which throughout history was mostly negative towards mythological beings, holidays and customs from Slavic mythology. 

The myth of fairies (“vile”) is common to many Slavic peoples, and is one of the most widespread and oldest myths. 

We get the first information about fairies in our area from Procopius of Caesarea (6th century), who says that the Slavs "respect rivers and nymphs, as well as other demons, and offer sacrifices to all of them, and on that occasion also do fortune-telling."

In Slavic mythology there are only fairies as supernatural beings, mysterious women who live in nature, mostly on mountains, by lakes and streams or in them, next to springs or in the ground, in special caves and pits. 

Fairies resemble human women, boast a special beauty and have no wings. 

They are tall and slender, with lush hair that is either loose or braided. 

They wear white clothes, and sometimes they have a golden crown, a golden star or an evergreen wreath on their head.

In some stories, fairies have several physical flaws. 

In one version, their hair stinks terribly, and in another version, instead of human feet, they have cat's paws, horse hooves or mule and donkey hooves, and goat or cow legs, which they then hide well. 

Maybe that's why fairies love horses so much. 

If someone's horse stays outside the barn overnight, they play with it until dawn and braid its mane. 

Fairies are mostly good or neutral, but you have to be careful around them because they are easy to anger. 

They help people by giving them useful things, they look after the flock while shepherds sleep, heal people with herbs or teach them which herbs have healing properties. 

They show the way to a lost traveler, strengthen the soldiers and put to sleep a crying child in the cradle. 

Sometimes the fairies make it a condition that the person to whom they gave the gift must not look at the gift until he gets home. 

If the person bows down and looks, the gift turns into coal, eggshell, and the like. 

The four-leaf clover is known in Slavic countries as fairy grass, and the person who finds it will bring luck and wealth, but also great misfortune if he throws the clover into the fire.

Admittedly, sometimes they know how to steal a child they particularly like (most often a beautiful and gifted child) and raise it as their own. 

Sometimes they steal a child and plant their child instead (like changelings). 

Although there are no elves, fairies like to seduce human youths and have offspring with them. 

Men who are somehow related to the fairies are called elves, elves, or elves, but they are definitely of human origin. 

If someone finds the fairies combing at the well, they take him with them. 

They like to take revenge on humans if they break their oath or if they do not accept fairy friendship. 

Those who accept fairy friendship often become clairvoyant or become skilled clairvoyants.

In addition to children, fairies also know how to kidnap adults. 

A myth was recorded in Novigrad that says that fairies know how to kidnap a man and give him the knowledge of divination. They do this by taking him to the mountain where they live. The initiation of man takes place next to an old tree, which is a frequent initiation symbol in many mythologies.

It was also believed that fairies feed on honey, lambs, little pigs or eat lard. 

Word comes  that they ate the crumbs that were left on the table after people had eaten their meal. 

Fairies do not drink water from anywhere but pure springs. 

Sometimes their power was thought to reside in the golden belt or scarf they wore and if it was taken away, they lost their power. 

That power was great, and this is best described by the legend that says that the Arena in Pula was built by fairies in one night. 

They took stones from Učka and stacked them in a circle. 

But fairies, in this version, are creatures of the night and when they heard the song of the first hen in the morning, they had to stop working. 

Because of this, the Arena remained unfinished.

Suđenice (destinies, sujenices, birth women) are also some kind of fairy creatures that determine a person's fate at the moment of birth. 

There are usually three judges who decide the child's fate after birth, and it will be as the last judge says. 

They are invisible to people unless a person has a fern flower with them, and a woman in labor can hear them if she stays up all night. 

In some regions, there was a custom of leaving food on the table, which the judges would then eat and then be gentle and benevolent in divination of the child's fate.

Women who claimed to be particularly skilled in healing and that fairies had taught them to do so were called elves. 

There is a case dating back to 1660 when a notice was received "to the captain of Janjina in the Republic of Dubrovnik, Ivan Gučetić, that there were elves and witches in his captaincy". The captain ordered one of those elves to be brought because he was interested in what elves could do. 

The elf replied that she knew how to heal and that she had been taught it by Aunt Vila, who appeared to her in a white robe, in the form of a nun. 

She also claimed to be able to tell who was harmed by a witch and whether that person would recover or not. 

From this statement, the mixing of the older mythology about fairies with newer Christian elements is obvious. 

The reform of the Church, the fierce Protestant criticism of the situation in the Christian world of that time and the Council of Trent (1545-1563) initiated processes that strongly influenced Europe. 

Namely, in addition to the reform of the Church, there was also a "reform of folk culture" when elves were put in a negative context, even though they had not previously attracted too much attention in church circles. 

In the 17th century, elves were equated with witches, which meant that they were equally subject to persecution. 

The practice of persecuting women accused of possessing supernatural powers was put to an end by Maria Theresa in 1756, and two years later, courts in Slavic countries were prohibited from conducting any trials against witches, elves and sorcery without the empress's direct permission.

⛤Isidora⛤

[schuylerpeck]

Hey, the mountains are green and I love you.

I've been exploring the village's forest today, amazed again and again by the joyous greeting of familiar places. In muddy puddles, small brown frogs swim and hide from my curious gaze. Wild strawberry plants are flowering on the edges of the well-kept path.

Cutting through the fields to get home, a herd of young cows followed in my steps for a while, the bells around their necks painting a symphony of curiosity and glee. A fox ran to cover, jumping over a fallen branch, gracious touch of fire in this sea of grass.

The bouquet of wildflowers on the countertop is my gift for you, for no other reason than we're here in this world at the same time.

I hope you sleep tight, when night reaches you. I don't know you but I love you.

Hey, I'm leaving the windows open and I love you.

You went wandering and left the door open so the breeze could keep me company. I chose to take the day barefoot, slow steps in grass so wet and vivid, I swore I'd come home with my feet stained green.

Underfoot, another world is taking place. The beetles' gold sheen, winding their broad backs through the blades, the thick, knotted tree roots with aged knuckles I dream of kneeling down to kiss, the network of footsteps the dirt swallows up for safe-keeping; how, I'm sure, if I stood long enough here with my eyes closed, I bet I could feel the footfall of every neighbor in town. Maybe sweethearts a few cities over swaying in the kitchen—maybe, if I shut my eyes tight, even a child skipping stones across the ocean. Maybe they feel me too, walking back home with a four-leaf clover I saved for you, for no other reason than we're here in this world at the same time.

I'm keeping the windows open. I hope you smell the hydrangea bush in bloom before you fall asleep. I don't know you, but I love you.

[angeloftheodd]

When I was in high school, my friends and I were at a thrift store that used to be nearby. That’s where I saw this psychedelic coin bank that was a creature I couldn’t quite identify. He was a ceramic hippo/pig/cow with a single curl and a yamaka on his head. I decided to name him Lucy. I kept him and held him sacred for years until I accidentally broke that physical incarnation of Lucy in 2011. I always told myself that Lucy would come back into my life at some point, but I didn’t know how to go about searching for Lucies.

Ten years later, I was able to find another Lucy who’s different from the first, but undeniably Lucy nonetheless, on eBay for a very good price. Turns out, Lucy and his kin were hippo coin banks made by a ceramics company based in Florence, Italy called II Quadrifoglio. “Quadrifoglio” is Italian for “four-leaf clover.” The company began around the 50s, then grew in the 60s. I’m pretty sure this Lucy as well as my former Lucy were both from the 60s.

Lucy is one of the first physical pieces of art I fell in love/became obsessed with. He was also my best thrift find by far. In fact, my Facebook account was originally called “Lucy Intheskywithdiamonds” because I made a whole Facebook account for the first Lucy. Facebook eventually forced me to change the name and submit my ID. Now that the spirit of Lucy had returned to me, Zucc is clearly no match for me. This isn’t even my final form.

To me, Lucy represents the best parts of my youth, groovy aesthetics, individuality, openness, and wild imagination. Words can’t express how grateful I am to have Lucy in my life again, except with different colors and sleepy eyes. Also, as my BFF pointed out, this particular Lucy has a devilock.🤘 The last photo was the Lucy I had in high school and college.