#meriris?

[cerulean-dreams-18]

Okay but like... Hc that Sigurrós has two completely different dynamics with each of her older siblings' partners. Like Talloran and Iris have both known their respective partners so long that Meri and Draven's baby sister is almost like their own. But they show that love in very different ways.

Talloran sees Siggy and he's like "omygosh you're growing up so fast! I swear you get taller every time I see you. How are you doing today? Emotionally? Tell me everything, I want to hear it all! :)<3"

And Sigs is just like "ly Jamie!!<3."

Meanwhile Iris just barges in while the family is eating dinner, kisses Meri and then turns to Sigurrós like: "What the fuck are you looking at, asshole <3?"

And Sigs is just like "Your face because it's like a train wreck. So ugly I can't look away <3."

[dev0nbm]

Yuri art for the new year yay

Yep gay arts for the whole 2024 ig

[scp-ao3-author]

I'm going to confess something to you guys.

I think about Meri and Iris being a couple and Clef hating it way more than you think.

Clef:

Hates Type Greens.

Is a Type Green

Has been emotionally destroyed from being contained, potentially mistreated by The Foundation.

Works his ass off to keep his daughter safe and comfortable in the foundation the best he can, even if he can't be near her.

Had to watch iris, a Type Green, go through tremendous amounts of mistreatment as well.

(So Leave Yourself Alone)

Probably tries so hard to prevent anyone in The Foundation from ending up like him, is not great at that.

(Wait this is giving me some ideas to touch down on with Edison and Clef... later...)

Meri:

Grew up disconnected from who her family was, raised religiously, still struggles internally with wanting to find out who they are.

Church probably walked on eggshells over who her father was.

Definitely can see her getting frustrated from "Well. your father is The Lord. We are all gods children and he is The One True Father" her whole life. Definitely has a bit of a temper as a result. (It's not mood swings. She just gets irritated by things like that and literally nobody respects that she doesn't like it, so she's just constantly at her limit for that kind of stuff.)

Ends up in The Foundation, feels even more isolated because the people that DID raise her are now gone.

Magically starts getting the stuff she requests.

Horrified by her father's actions after getting the note.

Probably had to internalize but does that passive aggressive, "Well. you can still ask for forgiveness in the eyes of The Lord" to him if she does talk to him. (Side note: Clef growing up with religion shoved down his throat- hearing it from his own daughter probably hurts him too)

Probably finds herself getting closer to Iris at some point or another.

Gets irritated that her dad decides to start wedging himself into her life after spending so long away. ESPECIALLY if he decides that he can just do one or two things and then decide he earned his keep being her dad. No! That's not how it works.

This pressure definitely would get to her.

This probably pisses of Light too.

Iris:

Gets thrown around as a Foundation punching bag for her abilities

The shit with Able

Constantly breaking down, probably feels burdened by her anomaly because of what pain it has brought her, yet remains close to it because it has helped her.

Asshole Hawaiian Shirt Gremlin Wont Leave Her Be (she doesn't know he's looking after her because he's terrible at expressing that.)

Girl gets a fucking break for once in her life to get a partner and immediately the Asshole Hawaiian Shirt Gremlin wedges into it.

Tries SO HARD not to let Clef influence her personality- ends up becoming just like him in a small little fucked up way. (Not exactly, just a bit.)

Clef seems like the guy who overall cares about both of them, yet at the same time is emotionally shit at expressing this.

He would definitely be stressed that he is watching a Type Green date his daughter, but it's also been 30 years past the Ichabod Campaign or maybe more, and I am heavily subscribed to Author Clef's idea that Alto is the kind of man who has grown past what he suffered from and knew way back then.

He can see past the fact that it's not just any type green, its IRIS. But at that point, if he's projecting his own problems, then wouldn't he then question if he is worthy of being loved?

But he would shut that thought down. He would definitely cram it away where nobody else can see. At the same time the problem still arises:

Someone that he holds close because of his own shortcomings is dating his daughter.

His daughter is dating someone that could potentially be good for her.

But his daughter is also dating someone who fits the same demographic that he was raised to believe would be abusive.

He would probably be forced to handle the fact that they are in fact happy, yet still handling his anxiety and fear that it will go wrong.

Even if he doesn't explicitly say it, he might police them- or try. I think it would be fitting actually if Light stepped in for this, even if she doesn't do well with handling Meri or Iris directly, she can still step in to handle an annoying Clef.

I can also see him more likely to get into a verbal argument with Light over this (not Meri) and eventually having to handle his stuff VIA Glass.

I do think Meri and Iris are happy together, but having Clef does create a tension that can't be cut, especially considering how he probably knows Iris better than he knows Meri...

Which would make it way more awkward.

Their attempts to try to shove Clef away for some air or privacy would seem suspicious, but in all reality he's just trying too hard.

It could be entirely possible that it's tense for a very long time, Clef could even attempt to threaten Iris, considering how he is the kind of guy to let people get close but still pull the trigger if The Foundation ordered- but it would fall flat.

The Foundation doesn't WANT Iris dead. He doesn't either. He just wants them both to be safe- and doesn't realize that when together they ARE SAFE.

He could easily grow to let it happen with time, and as the years pass, that little knot in his chest of disapproval shrinks. The more it goes away the more he backs off, and the closer Meri and Iris have at being together. And the more his disapproval shrinks.

I like the idea that Meri does have to handle some of her own sexuality crisis during all of this too. (I am subscribed to the idea she is Ace, but romantically attracted to women)

She is definitely mad at Clef, but maybe she is offered the idea of letting him get close- She already knows he has no regrets for what he's done. He's accepted that he won't be going to heaven for his actions in her eyes.

At the same time- maybe she isn't raised as the aggressive gay-hating christian that needs to make everyone convert. Maybe she was raised by chill Christians.

I guess it just depends on one's headcanon though.

[konpisser]

lazy yuri doodle

[astersquill]

"Anniversaries, you'd been taught, were days meant to celebrate milestones within a relationship, with couples often partaking in some sort of festivity in recognition of their love. While this wasn't anything particularly new to you, due to the nature of your respective… confinements, you and Hana were previously unable to celebrate such an event.

Until today."

Coming soon...

(Art by the absolutely amazing Boomer Butterfly)

[aronaax]

silly lil thing. i got meriris on the brain rn

original image

[miwzzkit]

ermm

[kfchector]

Them.

[manilovescp166]

Low effort scp shitpost

[handsome-john]

This is probably one of my favorite fics I've written just conceptually. My little horror story about my favorite horror girl Meri :3

[greeniebeanyyy]

lets see if this is sufficient censoring to slide it past tumblr police

[mythriteshah]

A Fashion Tycoon's Missive

A clear sky welcomes the arrival of dawn as the sun rises upon the greater region of Garlemald. The blustery arctic winds of northern Ilsabard are reduced to a mere zephyr, and its surviving denizens prepare to face what challenges may await them.

Within the fringes of Camp Broken Glass, three individuals stood vigil: each garbed in attire suited for the cold, but all bearing the symbol of a mythril blue shield flanked by angelic wings. This was the insignia of the Diamond Sultan's personal retinue of combat-ready maidservants - Lord Thiji's Angels.

Himmeya Twelvefist, Kaori Hanabira, and Swoztu Wuotwyrstwyn stood guard as they laid eyes upon a black-robed figure approaching from the Eblan Rime. The sound of beating wings soon followed, and they would turn their gazes upward to behold a curvaceous Duskwight female, gowned in the likeness of the Creator, trailed by a host of tiny magitek bits. Once within several yalms, the woman touched down upon the frosted earth, striding stately towards the Angels.

"Good Morning, Angels," she began.

"Good Morning, Princess Telphie," the Angels answered. The Magitek Maestra chuckled and waved her hand dismissively.

"Be at ease. I bring grand tidings, which I will explain later. For now, it is time we were off home."

"So soon, Princess?" Himmeya interjected with an arched brow. "Is our tour here finally over, then?" The cloaked figure gave a bow to Telphie before turning toward the three.

"My Ladies, if I may - Mamai's Vigil will be arriving shortly to receive you, during which it will send you all to Radz-at-Han. Our Lord Sultan has deemed our duties here fulfilled," the hooded Au Ra stated.

"With the situation in Garlemald well taken care of, and the newly-established trade agreement with Radz-at-Han, it is safe to say that this nation is well on its way to obtaining autonomy once more," Telphie followed, "and with the Ilsabard Contingent close by, our involvement grows less founded. Though I had served this nation for a time, I am satisfied in the work we have done to help these people build back better. And lest we forget, Miss Youmei and House Kyria has lent us their support as well, granting us a formidable ally in the Near East. She will be joining us in Radz-at-Han as well, further strengthening our bond!"

Swoztu and Kaori heaved sighs of relief as Himmeya gave a triumphant yell, eager to return to her fellow Angels - or perhaps eager to try out the spicy Thavnairian fare.

"I won't miss the cold, but it's small wonder Lord Thiji enjoys it so much," Swoztu commented as they accompanied Telphie back towards camp.

"And what of our hooded friend?" Kaori asked. "Will she not be joining us?"

"I am humbled by your offer, Lady Kaori," the mysterious Au Ra said, her head lowered, "but I must return to my own matters. Unfortunately, that is all I can say for now, but know that you've allies in the shadows..."

Not wont to pry further, Kaori simply gave a shrug and waved farewell to the mysterious individual, and soon they would part with Garlemald at long last...

The following evening, the streets of Radz-at-Han were abuzz, from Alzadaal's Peace to the High Crucible. A joyous occasion had befallen the city, and a grand feast was being held at Mehryde's Meyhane. The place was filled to capacity as the citizenry and visitors alike reveled. At one of the corner tables, a team of Radiants were either splayed across the floor or struggling to remain upright as a trio of Lalafellin women laughed haughtily. This trio was none other than Sesena and her sisters, Sosona and Susuna.

"Goodness, dear sister, what's that put us on now?" spoke Sesena.

"Five! And we're barely getting started! Another round, if you please!" Susuna proudly declared. "And, er, some water for our Radiants!"

At the Guildship Hunt Board posted toward the entrance, Sarielle Emeraude - the Regalia's Chirurgeon - was inspecting the daily and weekly marks in preparation for a hunt. Meriri Meri approached and offered her a drink.

"Lassie Sarielle!" the Plainsfolk chimed. "Ye can worry about the huntin' later! It's a time for celebratin', after all!"

"I know, I know, Miss Meriri," the smaragdine Elezen replied. "I was only passing the time so as to assist where needed - and it appears Miss Sesena and them have already drunk the third team of Radiants under the table. If you'll excuse me."

"Och! They're a bunch o' lightweights anyway!" Meriri retorted, heading back towards her table.

Upon the stage where the traditional Thavnairian dance would be performed were Veeveena and Veeveera, performing their own rendition of the Kriegstanz, but with the power of wind infused in their chakrams. They gave quite the show, captivating the audience with their frenetic movements mixed with wild gesticulations which culminated in a small cyclone that filled the stage. And - just like something one would see out of a magic show - a silhouette emerged from the gust: a slender Viera sporting garb never-before-seen on Etheirys. Accented with a large golden Usekh, this off-the-shoulder dress was form-fitting, with lavender-violet hues, and trailing along the skirt's end were numerous tendril-like appendages which glowed a scintillating blue, and billowed lightly even in the calm winds which blew from the balcony. Her white-blue tresses and face were obscured by a veil of similar color, with numerous tendrils that each ended with a gilded gradient.

She took one, two, three, four paces forward before flipping the veil with just enough force so as to reveal herself: the Regalia's Prime Model, Isja "Coldgaze" Kaltablik. Striding from behind her was another familiar face: the Diamond Sultan in his signature garb. Everyone gasped in awe as those who were privy to the Higuri Regalia's practices knew full well what this entailed.

"Th-That robe...! Mistress Isja...!" spoke a bystander.

"The Diamond Sultan, too...! Could this be...?!" gasped an Arkasodara.

As everyone deliberated in hushed whispers and gathered around the posing Veena, the "V" Twins (Veeveena & Veeveera) escorted their lord and master backstage, though they would be met with some light resistance as eager fashion fans clamored to speak with the merchant-lord himself.

"Just a moment, everyone. Our Lord Sultan will be with you shortly," Veera assured. Once they were out of sight, the two Dunesfolk maidens would greet him with a bow, to which he would give one in return.

"We are grateful that you went out of your way to do this... Prince Horu," Veeveena whispered. The Lalafell garbed in the shimmering icy sherwani was, in fact, not the Diamond Sultan, but his twin brother - whom bore striking similarities to Thiji, but the main distinction being the position of their multicolored orbs.

"It's the least I could do to help keep up appearances, Miss Veeveera," Horu replied with a smile. "This is a monumental occasion for all of Thavnair. The Satrap's sister is returned to us, and no doubt my brother has a lot of thoughts to put to paper as we are now poised to proceed with the next phase."

"If I may be so bold, Prince Horu," Veera interjected, "you truly did not have to do this. We Angels could've definitely held our own in your stead - especially with Princess Telphie among us."

"I understand, Miss Veeveera," Horu began, "but a venerable storm of events has befallen the Near East in recent moons, and needless to say that it has given House Higuri - among others - quite a stir. After seeing everyone being called to action, I was compelled to do so as well. I could not stand idle any longer whilst my brother dearest and our allies were hard at work to maintain stability at home and abroad. And now, on this night of nights, the people of Radz-at-Han will know that Thiji Higuri himself graced the celebratory feast, and gave the fashion faithful the long-awaited premonition of our coming clothing line."

"Spoken like a true leader, My Prince," Veeveera said with a grin. "Then let us not keep them waiting."

They would soon return to the festivities, and the revelry would move on well into the late bells of the night. Meanwhile, within the confines of his chambers was the actual Diamond Sultan, focused on fulfilling his new tradition of pre-release portents.

And, within the waking hours of the following morn, his newest letter would at last be disseminated to the public...

“Honorable friends, associates, and allies of the Regalia,

I  pray that this message finds you all well.  As for myself, it is with great pride that I voice my own tidings of good health. The continual stability of the realm and its regions is once again a testament to the strength and resolve of the countless protectors of Etheirys.

But, as always, this only affirms my statement that the realm continues to maintain its status quo of perennial incursions, supernatural uprisings, and all-around buffoonery.  The Power in Beauty Catalogue continues maintaining its absolute hold of the fashion scene with the release of the Hyogan Gallery, but it is in no small part due to you all who have made this a reality - from our chosen models, to our collaborators, to the spreading of the good fashion word.  It is absolutely astounding that we of the Regalia have provided a means of form and function for citizenry and adventurers alike.  And while I may shower you all with praise for bells on end, the true reason for this missive’s creation is of even greater magnitude than the previous.

Firstly, I have taken an apprentice under my wing. Some of you may know her, and others who do not will surely come to know of her in due time. She is Izayoi T. Keer, a seasoned courier whose eye and passion for haute couture have surpassed her peers. Seeking to better herself in the field of aesthetics, she - with the Sisters' blessing - took it upon herself to serve under me as my Mythrite (or Diamond) Apprentice. With this knowledge, you may all be pleased to know that the time will one day come where the Higuri Regalia will open its own guild or school to train other aspiring fashion designers. With the Sisters' blessing, they may acquire the skills and talent necessary to create their own label. Izayoi may be the first to study under me, but knowing how fate operates in this realm, she will definitely not be the last in search of aesthetic tutelage.

Secondly, it is with a heart once heavied by concern - now relieved of this burden - that I inform you all that - against all odds - our beloved Satrap - Lord Vrtra of the First Brood - has returned home with his sister, Lady Azdaja.

Though many are worthy of gratitude: to Ser Dione Averre (@lizardywizard) and all of White Wings - it has been a most grueling journey, and I know it was taxing for you and yours. I have long hung up my adventuring ways, but that does not stop me from fighting for the home my family and I have moiled to create. But I know that you all were at the forefront of the operation to liberate Lady Azdaja with the other brave souls who dared to brave the darkness of the Void. This mission was successful twofold: first, with the vanquishment of the Archfiends and the malign force which threatened to breach the sanctity of the Source, our peace has been assured as the Voidsent will now encroach in lesser frequency. Second, with Lady Azdaja's ensured survival, this means that half of the First Brood is alive and well alongside Lord Hraesvelgr and Lady Tiamat - though it cost Lord Vrtra one of his eyes to grant his sister a corporeal form.

This means a great deal to not only the Regalia and House Higuri, but to all children of Thavnair. I feel I speak for us all when I say that we owe much to Midgardsormr's progeny for founding and fostering such a unique culture that can now be fully shared with the rest of the realm. Without them, Radz-at-Han would more than likely never have existed. And when I heard the First Brood's cries ringing across the heavens... I shed a most genuine tear of joy knowing that another great wyrm perseveres (though "great" may be a subjective term for some). Not since the establishment of the Regalia's empire have I felt such joy, and now we can show Midgardsormr's daughter the beauty of the land her brother helped create. So, from the bottom of my heart, you have earned a Sultan's gratitude. To you, and the other champions who answered the call: the Higuri Regalia thanks you.

Moving on to less touching matters, the third and perhaps equally important of tidings: the announcement of the Regalia's upcoming line. To those whom recall: one of our previous editions was known as the Blessed Wardrobe, which was made in homage to the Light-infused beings of the First: the Lightwardens. As an antithesis to this - and as a sort of way of remembering all that has transpired - this next clothing line will be dedicated to those Dark-wreathed beings of the Thirteenth shard - the Void. But not just any rank-and-file Voidsent - we will be focusing primarily on the nobility within their hierarchy as established by Eorzean scholars, thus shortening the scope (because let's be real: creating outfits for every conceivable type of Voidsent would see me well past my prime). As a means of providing backstory and inspiration behind this, those who are unaware of Radz-at-Han's nascency should know that the city-state was actually founded atop a void fissure - the selfsame fissure which is now destroyed thanks to a certain Archfiend of Fire. And it is because of this knowledge I will be blending our designs through a unique fusion of Voidal and Near Eastern aesthetic - I believe a better term coined by adventurers is "Gothic". At the time of this letter's dissemination, my latest project is at forty percent completion, and I aim to bring it to light (pun not intended) by the commencement of the EBL's next season.

Lastly, and this may come off as a surprise to some as my business prides itself on generosity: in light of these auspicious events, I have taken the liberty of providing you all with a teaser of what to expect when this clothing line is brought to fruition. Enclosed within is a "sample" photo of one of the many outfits that will be showcased in this upcoming edition to the PiB Catalogue. As previously stated, expect its grand unveiling by the coming of spring - for all, and Etheirys at large, will be reminded why my empire’s credo is ‘Where There is  Power in Beauty.’”

Sincerely,

Thiji Sor Higuri, Diamond Sultan of the Higuri Regalia

[dev0nbm]

Mermaid Meri art in June

And in July

Also lesbanese sketch thingy

[glassautomaton]

also. opinions on meriris?

Catholics lmao

In a response that may once again ruffle feathers, I don't think about 166/Meri all that much. Her original article was just kinda gross so I didn't much care about it, and the rewrite was just "Hey look this is Clef's daugher. Check out this Clef Lore. You guys like Clef, right? You guys want more Clef Lore on Clef Lore you already know, yeah?" I felt it was a little lacking in terms of a character or narrative within the article itself, but at least Meri has, like, speaking lines. I thought that some of the other reinterpretations of 166 were more compelling.

That said, I think I can see the appeal of the pairing, if nothing else. "What if we were contained by a shadowy organization at a young age and stripped away from any sense of normalcy and desperately needed a shoulder to cry on after our sorrid pasts

and we were both girls."

So, my opinion overall is that I guess I can see why people gravitate towards the pairing. I can't say I'm really on board with it unless Meri gets some actual development beyond just being character motivation for The Epic and Cool Senior Staff Member, though by the same token I can't say I can think of a reason to dislike it. Though I will say there's fertile ground there to build an interesting relationship, romantic or otherwise, should someone set their mind to writing it.

But also Meri would break Iris' camera so automatically a terrible ship 0/10

[theestervashti]

"The Figure." From Esther 2: 5-7.

We just discussed how the beguiling power of the Rabak, the Tie that Binds can be used to create happy wives instead of divorces." On a national level Rabak is the key. Unless a population believes God wants us to love and be loved with all we've got, laws protecting us against hate and corruption will not be effective.

This is why Jesus, a very learned Rabbi coined an obscure reference from Leviticus 19:

Love Your Neighbor as Yourself

9 “When you reap the harvest of your land, you shall not reap your field right up to its edge, neither shall you gather the gleanings after your harvest. 10 And you shall not strip your vineyard bare, neither shall you gather the fallen grapes of your vineyard. You shall leave them for the poor and for the sojourner: I am the Lord your God.

11 “You shall not steal; you shall not deal falsely; you shall not lie to one another. 12 You shall not swear by my name falsely, and so profane the name of your God: I am the Lord.

13 “You shall not oppress your neighbor or rob him. The wages of a hired worker shall not remain with you all night until the morning. 14 You shall not curse the deaf or put a stumbling block before the blind, but you shall fear your God: I am the Lord.

15 “You shall do no injustice in court. You shall not be partial to the poor or defer to the great, but in righteousness shall you judge your neighbor. 16 You shall not go around as a slanderer among your people, and you shall not stand up against the life[a] of your neighbor: I am the Lord.

17 “You shall not hate your brother in your heart, but you shall reason frankly with your neighbor, lest you incur sin because of him. 18 You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the sons of your own people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the Lord.

Turning an entire nation onto this sentiment, that is the objective of the Book of Esther, "the goddess of caring." She has another name as we now find out called Hadassah, "the myrtle" "a goddess empress who is worshipped to avoid holocaust."

"The noun הדס (hadash) describes the myrtle tree. It occurs in several related languages but it's unclear where it originated and from which verb it derived. That means that we don't know what action this tree was named after, and thus, essentially what the noun really means.

In the Bible this tree has nevertheless an important symbolic role, from booths made from myrtles to angelic horsemen standing among them, and a holocaust-averting empress who was named after them."

We know holocaust is possible, it is happening all around us every day. This was apparently a problem since ancient times. Our ancestors saw its cure in a host of pagan gods namely orchestrated by the Babylonians, this we know for sure, among them was the god Marduk or Mordecai, "bitterness towards oppression." The block of text below says Esther was his cousin, meaning they shared a grandparent named EA, or the God of Israel. In Kabbalistic terms we combine them to say "The House of Israel is built on a hatred of oppression and protection from holocaust."

The etymology explains.

"The verb מרר (marar) means to be strong or bitter and can be used to describe tastes and smells, and hard or difficult situations.

Adjectives מר (mar) and מרירי (meriri) mean bitter. Nouns מרור (maror) and מרורה (merora) refer to any bitter thing, the former specifically to a certain bitter herb, and the latter to gall or poison.

Noun מררה (merera) also means gal. Nouns מרה (morra), מרה (mora), מרירות (merirut), ממר (memer), ממרור (mamror) and תמרור (tamrur) mean bitterness. The latter noun is spelled identical to the noun תמרור (tamrur), meaning marker or sign post, from the root תמר (tamar), meaning to be stiff or erect.

And speaking of such, the nouns מר (mor) and מור (mor) mean myrrh, a bitter and fragrant spice that was originally used to mark the tabernacle, but which came to be used to proclaim, olfactorily, the consummation of marriage. Hence, despite its links to words that mostly describe hardship, myrrh oil was known as the "oil of joy."

Verb מרה (mara) means to be contentious or rebellious, particularly against God. Noun מרי (meri) means rebellion.

The verb מור (mor) means to change. Perhaps the connection between the previous is coincidental but perhaps these words are indeed linked, as change is often reaction to bitterness or opposition. The noun תמורה (temura) means exchange."

The story goes on by saying the Citadel of Susa, the Mare, also a pagan idea, except it is specifically stated it is Jewish, contained a Benjaminite, "very very intelligent", the god Marduk, son of the god Jair, "to give light" son of Shimei, "renown", some of Kish "the bait."

This makes sense, but first we need to analyze Nebuchadnezzar's role in all of this. Now Nebuchadnezzar hated Jewish squabbling and arguing and corruption.

Root נבא (nb') means to speak on behalf of, or in the stead of, some authority. Noun נביא (nabi') means spokesman or speaker and is also the Biblical word for prophet. Verb נבא (naba') means to prophesy or speak for some authority. Noun נבואה (nebu'a) means prophecy. Noun נביאה (nebi'a) means prophetess.

The noun that means prophet is identical to the Niphal or 'incomplete passive' form of the verb בוא (bo'), to come or bring.

The verb כדד (kdd) isn't used in the Bible but in cognate languages it means to toil severely or be very tired. In the Bible this root appears to have to do with fire: glowing or baking. Noun כד (kad) means jar. Noun כידוד (kidod) means spark or red glow. Noun כדכד (kadkod) denotes a gem, possibly a ruby.

The verb כיד (kyd) is also not used in the Bible but in cognate language it means to strive or struggle. The noun כידון (kidon) describes an instrument of war, particularly a dart or javelin.

The verb נצר (nasar) means to watch, guard or keep. It describes the diligent endeavor of keeping something shielded from an intervening outside world and maintaining this thing's constitutional integrity. Items so kept range from vineyards to single trees and from solitary persons to entire towns. It may describe keeping a promise or covenant or edict, or an attitude of kindness or a secret or one's intentions.

The plural word נצרים (nasarim) describes men engaged in the activity the verb describes: watchmen, safe keepers, protectors. The adjective נציר (nasir) refers to the thing protected or preserved.

Noun נצר (neser) means branch or shoot and describes both a plant's most tender part and its mode of expansion or progression. This noun may actually come from a verb that means to be fresh or green, but since it describes something precious and vulnerable, it fits right into the root that describes protecting and preserving.

The verb נזר (nazar) means to consecrate oneself or become obviously different in certain devotional ways. Although this verb and the previous are not as similar as the English transliteration suggests and are etymologically quite remote, there is a curious overlap between the two.

The noun נזר (nazir) mostly describes a consecrated one, a Nazirite, but it may also describe an unpruned vine. Likewise a Nazirite was recognized from his uncut hair, and it seems that this verb נזר (nazar) emphasizes one's disassociation with the pruning and kembing effect of cultural norms and values (and alcohol, of course), and an attempt to preserve and assess whatever grows naturally in one's heart."

Nebuchadnezzar took a "roaring king" Jehoiachin of Judah captive, a person who yells instead of governs but he gives the Jewish people Esther as their queen. Esther had a lovely figure, a perfect feminine hourglass, meaning "time is running out." The shape Jews generally acknowledge is one that is shaped like a circle, one that illustrates as time appears to be gaining for some for others it is almost certainly seems as if it is entirely running out.

Esther's parents are dead, but she is shown to the people of Israel by Mordecai, "laws against oppression." You may recall the Court of Persia was struggling just a tad about this very thing:

5 Now there was in the citadel of Susa a Jew of the tribe of Benjamin, named Mordecai son of Jair, the son of Shimei, the son of Kish, 

6 who had been carried into exile from Jerusalem by Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon, among those taken captive with Jehoiachin[a] king of Judah. 

7 Mordecai had a cousin named Hadassah, whom he had brought up because she had neither father nor mother. This young woman, who was also known as Esther, had a lovely figure and was beautiful. Mordecai had taken her as his own daughter when her father and mother died.

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 5: Now there a citadel and a Jew who took the bait and wanted to be renowned of the Light. The Number is 7728, זזבח‎, zazbah, "but it was a sacrifice."

v. 6: Who was carried into exile. The whole planet is in exile waiting to return home to a place without problems. Jews have always longed for the right time and the right place to return from exile. This will be a sign all is well on the rest of the planet. The Number is 9469, אתדאת, "You will evaporate."

Evaporation is the opposite of steam, which we covered under the Mishnah. Steam is the result of the energy of one's passions meeting the water of Moses, of enlightenment. To be in love and enlightened at the same time is the hot, wet dream of every human being.

Evaporation, is a process of distillation of our histories, personally and interpersonally. Whereas enlightenment provides answers in sublime format, evaporation leaves questions that haunt us.

We know for example, what happens when wars end, fields are farmed, persons become educated, can get married, create art and frolic without worry. Economies boom under such conditions.

But when the fukchuks with their drums and costumes enter the scene and start bitching, complaining, carrying on, lying, cheating, and corrupting, the town square empties, people cower, they wonder why things just can't seem to ever work.

Those savages, the Mormons and Evangelicals spent billions on weapons, technology and terror tunnel networks all around the world instead of helping those in need. They raped, murdered, and violated millions of people, and then they appeared on TV and tried to blame a handful of Jews for everything that is going wrong in this world. They did this right in front of the world while the US Gov said "humpery dumpery doo!"

The moment one of those idiots starts flapping that book in the air, and he is allowed to do it, civilization begins an exile. Note this for the future. This is why the red-tipped javelin, not highly recommended, is the symbol used for this frame. A javelin connects the intellect and the arm, the law with the object of one's hatred, the causes of holocaust. Going forward the aforementioned can never again be loved or accepted, it's just never going to work out.

v. 8: He brought up a lovely figure. The Number is 12635, יב‎וגה‎, yavga, "The Symbiosis Garden Park."

"The verb חיה (haya) means to live and life is all about resonance between elements — molecules working together to make a living cell, cells working together to make a living organism and human minds working together to make a living nation.

Adjective חי (hay) means living and adjective חיה (hayeh) means lively. Noun חיה (hayya) means life or living thing, and may also be used to describe a vibrant community. Plural noun חיים (hayyim) literally means livings but describes the whole palette of activities a living being engages in: one's making-a-living."

All the goddesses of Israel are progeny of Eve, this process of living symbiosis. Esther's role in the cultivation is the burning up of agency in favor of entity, something far in excess than the sum of our basic urges.

[astersquill]

"The moon hangs high in the air above you casting its silvery glow on your surroundings as you walk hand-in-hand with your lover down the river."

Pride piece posted!

A story of Hana and Meri having a good time for once.

(With art by the amazing nekofaust)