#lampades

[becoming-persephone]

Lampades are nymphs of the Underworld who bear torches and accompany Hekate on her travels. They also serve as handmaidens to Persephone and Melinoe.

[chthonicgodling]

UGH I ended up artblocked unexpectedly again (artblock maybe not the right word - plenty that I WANT to draw, yet have I been able to drag myself out of bed to do any of it??? okay here we are instead) - as ALWAYS, when in doubt the Lampades come out

1: random girlies of the day!

2: oooo I’ve made a big retcon decision in the Elysium’verse (blurb here) and as such I’ve tentatively redesigned Kaia! demoted from former parentage status but revised into (half)Lampad kiddo which is actually more exciting to me! well calm down she’s FULLY offscreen at all times but whatever. including a horrifying transitional toddler state cause I maintain that the Lampades begin their life in a larval stage

3: on that same note. formalizing some slow retcon rearranging of canon, featuring Lokikids Libby & Rane chitchatting. lmao @ Loki, thrice divorced but never married—

[hansdurrer]

Lyon, France, 15 Mai 2024

[mtg-art-daily]

Dreadbringer Lampads

Artist: Willian Murai

[liroyalty]

Hanging upside down from your ceiling. Hanging upside down from your ceiling-

[peyoso]

love giving the Curtis brothers insane levels of family drama <3

[urds-bitch]

Be mine

Ok this is Rafe x Lampad reader, this isn't how they met but it will mention it among other things. This one is more about how they got "together." Hope yall like it!✌️

MDNI 18+

Tw: drugs mentioned/used, alcohol forced intimacy, implied sex/sexual things

Colorful lights blast out of the windows of a enormous house, loud music and chatter can be heard from outside. People adorn in little to no clothing dancing, drinking, and snorting mystery powder littered the rooms. Everyone was having fun, except one girl, she looked out of place. Dressed in all black with her skin showing only through lacy details. She stood in one of the many corners, solo cup in her black acrylic hands, frown on her face. She didn't want to come here, parties wasn't really her thing; too many people, too many loud sounds. But her new friend invited her, he was so kind to do so that she couldn't say no. She couldn't disappoint him so soon, only having been in OBX for 4 months and friends with him for 3, she can't mess this up.

𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧? 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦"

He had told her to to stay here and that he would be back, that was over an hour ago. Did he leave? Is he hurt? What if this was a way to humiliate her and see her as a loyal 𝘥𝘰𝘨. No, he's not like that, he's kind and just went to talk to his friends. Or his girlfriend... She hopes that's not the case, but it's possible. Through this past entire month (y/n) realized that she developed a crush on Rafe. She knows it's wrong, such a kind guy tries to be her friend and she's thinking impure thoughts about him. How could she not, he's so kind and shows so much affection for her.

𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 (𝘺/𝘯) 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱. 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 (𝘺/𝘯) 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦?" 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. (𝘠/𝘯)'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.

(Y/n) traced her lips and closed her eyes, not wanting the memory to leave just yet. Maybe he does like her, at least a little. Why would he invite her here? Maybe he wants liquid courage to tell her how he feels? Jolting out of her mind when she heard the sound of someone's laughter, his laughter. She quickly moves her head searching for him; not caring if she looks like a mad woman. When she finds him her black lipped smile fades, she saw him... with a girl... in his lap. She watch the scene before her, Rafe was laughing and whispering in a pretty brunettes ear. The brunette laughed hiding in his neck and seemingly kissed it. (Y/n) felt tears prick her eyes, threatening to run away with her black eye makeup. She left her spot becoming a blur of black as she tried to run out of the party apologizing to every person she ran into. She didn't understand, she couldn't understand...

(Y/n) laughed at the redheads joke; his name was... Conner? Brandon? Westly? She can't really remember, a little too drunk to think about it. This was the first party Rafe has ever taken her to. He told her that he will be right back, he had something to sell? She didn't know, but this handsome redhead walked up to her and offer her a drink. A touron, as Rafe would put it, the redhead had come with his family. He saw her and thought she was beautiful, even with her being covered in black from head to toe. She continued to giggle and talk to the guy happily, until she felt Rafe's arm lightly wrap around her neck. "What are you doing talking to my girl?"

She ran through the house the tears made true to the threats, her makeup now ruined. She runs into a random room, pacing as she tried to calm herself and stop the tears.

"Why would you do that Rafe?! You scared him off!" She pushed Rafe's arm off of her and looked away from him, arms crossed. The slither of his arms around her waist caused her cheeks to feel hot. Rafe lightly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him while his other had moved down to her hip. "You-you really don't understand what he was trying to do, but I-I do. I was protecting you and-and this is how you act?" All postive emotions wiped from his face, yet she could still get lost in his soft eyes.

A creak had come from the door had caused (y/n) to gasp. Her breathing stopped as tears continued to run down her face with her makeup. She turned to face the intruder of her heart breaking session, and it was the very person to break it. Before she could process what was happening, Rafe made quick strides to her and grabbed her face. His hands were warm and soft, looking into her red eyes seeing her messed up makeup. "What happened? Did someone say something mean to you?" How could she make him worry like this, how could she selfishly get upset with him. She was going off on her own just because of a probable misunderstanding. "I'm s-sorry I was a little overwhelmed and wanted a quiet place to rest..." She lied, she lied to him and she hopes he doesn't catch on. "Don't-don't lie to me (y/n), you know how-how much I hate lying." One of his hands slipped lower and stopped where her neck meets her shoulder. The sensation made her shiver, she knew she messed up by lying. Best to tell him the truth or things will escalate, like last time. "I... I saw you with a girl, she was sitting in your lap..." (y/n) closes her eyes ready to be laughed at. She knew it was ridiculous, she's acting like his girlfriend when they haven't been friends for more than 3 months. She really is crazy, because she was jealous she ran to cry for someone who she isn't even dating him. Before she could finish her self-deprecating thoughts she was pulled down onto Rafe's lap, when did he sit down? "There is that better? You gon-gonna stop crying now?" She did stop crying, but more so out of shock than being happy he 'completed her request.' She finally looks at him, really look at him, and she realized he's drunk. Or high but that didn't mattered, she felt like she was taking advantage of him. She had to get off of him, no matter how much she likes him she can't do this to him, but he wouldn't let go.

"She's so hot bro." The blonde commented as he looked at the lone girl dressed in black. "Come on Rafe, not only is she the sheriff's daughter but she's also must be an oddball. She's wearing all black in 80 degree weather!" Topper made his case and Kelce nodded along. Rafe looked at the girl, a million different things he could do to her raked his mind. Being the sheriff's daughter made it better. "Don't care she's gonna be mine and nothing is gonna change that." He got up, fixing his clothes and walked over to the girl a smirk plastered on his face.

She tries to get up, pushing his chest to move away from him. She can't make this worst, he's not himself and she's taking advantaged of his drunk state. But he wouldn't let go, his grip on her waist and hips growing tighter the more she moved. It almost hurts, "Rafe let go you're drunk!" She exclaimed, looking every which way to figure out how to leave his grip without hurting him. She wanted this but not like this; she wanted him to confess, go on some dates, and then maybe have this special moment alone. Not when they are at a party and when he's drunk or high. "Hey-Hey! Look at-at me, it's fine I've been wanting this since I saw you. I need you." He grabbed her face and pulled her closer to him, her chest pressed to his, lips only a centimeter apart.

"Are you really gonna try to do this Rafe?" Kelce questioned him as he took a line of coke. Sniffling the powder down him nose he looks at his friend. Is it really right to do such things to the girl he just met? "Yeah tonight she's gonna be mine whether she wants to or not."

Was he serious? Did he really mean what he's saying? He needs her? "Y-you don't mean that..." Whispering since she was so close, losing her voice with every breath she takes. Her thighs rest on either side of Rafe's waist caused everything to feel more intimate. Feeling his hand move from her hip to her inner thigh caused her breath to hitch, skirt riding up as she's shivering. Rafe looks down at her lips heavy breathing blowing on her face. "Yes I need you, I need you to be mine and only mine. Fuck-" He couldn't take it anymore, pulling her to his lips without asking her the important question. But does he really need to?

"Do you really like him (y/n)? Like it's Rafe..." Sarah had pulled the girl into her room not understanding what's going on with the two. Rafe had followed them listening in through the cracked door wanting to know the girls answer. "I... I don't know, maybe? Yes? He's so sweet and I can see myself being with him. But i don't think he likes me." She sighed pacing around the room. "Really? Rafe doesn't like you? He was just making bat shaped cookies with you!" (Y/n) makes a confused face. "Yea so?" Sarah looks at (y/n) like she's crazy. "IT'S MAY! HE DOESN'T EVEN DO THAT WITH WHEEZIE DURING HALLOWEEN!" Rafe walked away, a smile plastered on his face and idea left in his head.

[unavernales]

ondinea: oh i can't wait to find a nice mate who will love me unconditionally and be very nice and sweet and support me

rhodes: i want my mate to kill and maim people recreationally <3

alena: same <3

ondinea: oh

[impulseimpact]

I was remaking an old drawing so now i turned this axolotl into a lampalotl

they are small underworld axolotls that light the way like torches but looking at their flame can make you go mad

[thelampisaflashlight]

Mostly ghoul-dles kinda day feat. Aether, Dewdrop, Mountain, and Sunshine.

Winter weather makes me sleepy, so I decided it’s mostly cozy doodles today.

[Do Not Repost And/Or Use For RP Purposes]

[chthonicgodling]

WEELLLL since it’s Leuke’s birthday** tomorrow and all-

**aka the anniversary of that huge giant comic about her I did a year ago — which will be formally reposted tomorrow actually as a newly remastered version!!

+I just like designing random Lampades. Leuke and whoever tf these other three nymphs are belong to me!

[fioredilucelamp]

This fairy lamp will bring a sweet and dreamy light to your room, a memory of summer flowers and fragrant woods, a magical and reassuring suggestion. I just finished it, as always it is a unique piece ready to be sent to you or as a gift for a special friend.

[alessandro55]

Le lampade di Tiffany

William Feldstein Jr. , Alastair Duncan

Longanesi & C., Milano 1983, 180 pagine, Collezione "i Marmi n.109, Edizione numerata 500 copie , esemplare n.54, rilegato con sovracoperta, cl 043-08109

euro 120,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

La predilezione degli artisti art nouveau per i soggetti ispirati alla natura ha trovato la sua massima espressione nelle lampade prodotte dai Tiffany Studios. La commercializzazione della lampadina elettrica è coincisa con la sperimentazione messa in atto da Louis Comfort Tiffany e la perfezione subito raggiunta dai suoi inimitabili vetri prodotti a Corona, Long Island. Cinquemila diversi colori e sfumature hanno fornito alla sezione lampade dei suoi Studios un’inesauribile tavolozza per imitare lo splendore della natura. Tiffany ha creato un’enorme varietà di modelli di lampade nei quasi quarant’anni di produzione che vanno dall’ultimo decennio del secolo scorso sino al 1933. Questo libro è un tributo al genio di Tiffany, ineguagliabile in questo campo, e mira a tramandare ai posteri l’immagine dei suoi capolavori, dispersi nelle collezioni di tutto il mondo e per la prima volta raccolti in un unico volume.

24/08/24

[seaofwine]

Caverns of the Lampades

Welcome to the Caverns of the Lampades, an Underworld themed server focused on Hellenic Polytheism. Toss an introduction to the Ferryman to be granted entrance.

Beyond the gates, you will find our growing library of resources, a divination chat, and our own Agora. Our Grove & Craft space is devoted to some branches of metaphysical practices including witchcraft, shadow work, and folk practices. In our Asphodel space, you can find inspiration for your altars, a thread to request prayers, and a meditation space. Dip into Mnemosyne's Spring for all of our reconstructionism resources, or offer up your own to expand our map!

We want to create a space that can be utilized for community events, or create a communal calendar for holidays or festivals that can now be celebrated around a community.

[liroyalty]

@kingdomofbellows said: Dustine screams and starts chucking furniture at him like the big weenie he is

All the furniture just is going past her.

"Your aim sucks, dude."

[peyoso]

Horse Blood '24 11-20

11. Dark - Dallas looks down the stairs and sees nothing but more steps as Pony continues, "but this is an old ritual, and so we must do this like they did. Mothers, daughters, and wives. The ones left behind while the men fought their little wars. They were the ones that remembered, that gave glory to the dead, and made men into myths." He throws a rueful grin over her shoulder, "luckily I've been all three."

12. Ghoul - From the black came a roiling flame that gave neither light nor warmth but only a howling scream that soften into a groan as it took shape. Dallas Winston forms on the ground with the bullets now burning from within.

13.  Curse - The Devil stands tall and imposing, his command absolute, "Dallas Winston. From this point forward I release you from your punishment and give you to my son, now your lord and master, to be his protector and companion." He looms over Dallas and continues, "I have taken all but a single memory of your torment. A reminder for what will become of you should you prove worthless."

14. Wild - A part of him screams to run but a deeper part knows not to, that he isn't its prey tonight, as the big wolf lumbers towards him. That part is proven right as it flops on its back and looks up at Ponyboy like a puppy-dog asking for a belly rub.

15. Storm - Dallas hears the wind beginning to pick up and vaguely feels the chill but none of that matters as much as Ponyboy sitting on the edge of the tub, naked, beckoning Dallas to join him.

16. Rot - Johnny doesn't know how long it's been since he got thrown into this hole. All he knows now is the darkness and the phantom pain of flames and fists and his parent's echoing voices drunk and angry.

17. Cold - The fog-water is summoned, gathering in Ponyboy's hand. It brings with it a chill haze, like static in winter, and the drunk is at once transfixed.

18. Trick - "Come on kid. Lighten up! You killed a guy, so what? you're dead now and he's kicking it in heaven with the angels. the scales balanced," the Devil spoke as he spun around in the office chair and then met Johnny's eyes, "now how long are you gonna spend in that hole feeling sorry about it?"

19. Snap - Tim hasn't felt a cold like this. Like his bones are ice, jagged and cutting him from the inside. He can't stop shaking, can't stop thinking about Ponyboy, needing to know he's safe, and just be around him.

20. Fang - Being what he is isn't really like how most people would think, there's no real separation between Man and Wolf, just two aspects of a whole. Different ways of being Dallas Winston.