#moirai sisters

[fabseg-creator]

Trio of Punisher redesign based on the Moirai Sisters from Shin Megami Tensei (mainly the clothes and the hairstyles) and the Morrigan please?

This is a sketch of what they could look like.

I made my best. I thought about the mashup like that.

And sorry for the lack of colors.

[dreamy-roses]

Soooo.. I did something! I already wanted to post this on October 31st but life came into the way and I just finished the last Sim today! :D These are the Moirai often known as the Fates in greek mythology. I was inspired making them because of a music video! The Moirai (comes from ancient greek which means "lots, destinies, apportioners") were three sisters: Clotho (the spinner) - the youngest sister (Sim with white hair) Lachesis (the allotter) - the middle sister (Sim with red hair) Atropos (the inevitable) - the oldest sister (Sim with black hair)

The role of the Moirai was to ensure that every being, mortal and divine, lived out their destiny as it was assigned to them by the laws of the universe.

I hope you like them! I took me a while to make all of them but it was so much fun! Let me know which one is your favourite!

[doombringcr]

// Toying with the idea of a verse in which the Fates have been annihilated so Moros is now just. a guy. an immortal god guy, but an unemployed one.

[arminyffy]

Sisters of Fate 🧶

In ancient Greek religion and mythology, the Moirai often known in English as the Fates—were the personifications of destiny. They were three sisters: Clotho (the spinner), Lachesis (the allotter) and Atropos (the unturnable, a metaphor for death).

The role of the Moirai was to ensure that every being, mortal and divine, lived out their destiny as it was assigned to them by the laws of the universe. For mortals, this destiny spanned their entire lives, and was represented as a thread spun from a spindle. Generally, they were considered to be above even the gods in their role as enforcers of fate. 

[devotedlystrangewizard]

granted hyperbole is a weird as hell word and i had to google to make sure i wasnt clowning but no. i was right. she mispronounced it. she said it in the dutch way. i was correcting my english teacher. she still told me i have to come back next time

[ladymiraclewings]

I saw somewhere on Twitter that the three Bunnyxs in the London Special was a sort of comparison to the Moirai, an entity from the Greek Mythology, and honestly i think it's pretty clever.

In greek mythology, the Moirai (also named Parcae in Roman) are the personification of destiny and determine the live of each living being. And they are also three, like the Bunnyxs in the special. They watch over the fate of the humans too.

There's each of them and their roles:

Clotho, the younger one who spun the thread of life. 15 year old Alix represent her due to receiving the rabbit Miraculous.

Lachesis, the middle sister. She measured the thread of life affilied to each person who lived. she's represented by 25 yo Alix.

And the third one, Atropos, who cut the thread and determine the manner of each person's fate (her name means also inevitable). The third Bunnyx who 70 years old is most likely who she represent.

[aboutcustardcreams]

Face your fears or ...chicken out?

a/n: Nothing much, just a bit of bickering, before the first trial finally begins. I wanted to post something considering it's been two weeks now, and I'm soooorry. But you see? I always come back, I keep my promises ;)

previous chapter

“Was it there before?” Jen asked the group once you stopped walking.

“I doubt it,” the boy began. “It’s how the road works. It changes according to who’s walking it. Am I right, Agatha?”

Your lover didn’t answer immediately, but she gave an absent hum in response. Her mind was racing with thoughts and in all honesty so was yours. If the house wasn’t daunting in the traditional sense of being scary looking, its sheer luxury and elegance were still strikingly out of place, given where it stood. 

“There awaits our first challenge,” she replied, her tone sounding as confident as possible. You sighed through your nostrils, and when your fingers reached out to brush her forearm, she met your kind eyes and smiled, “I sure hope there’s fine wine to welcome us.”

You nodded your head, with a quiet chuckle. “The aesthetic looks promising.”

“I can’t drink wine, yet.” Teen sulked, in a way that showed his young age.

Alice’s lips stretched in a sympathetic smile. She came up to him and tapped his back affectionately, “we aren’t here for that, kid. And even if there was wine, we shouldn’t have any of it,” she added carefully.

Agatha’s lips pursed in a grimace, “speak for yourself.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled at her sleeve, “Come on now.”

The other witches followed suit, their steps careful and calculated, as if traps could set off at any moment under their feet. 

“Here we are,” Lilia announced. “Should we knock?”

Jen shrugged, her eyes flickered towards Agatha, considering she was the only one that would know the answer to that. 

“Ah! I’m excited!” Teen stomped his feet, grinning happily. 

Your lover made a face, her tongue pressing against her cheek. Excited wasn’t exactly the word she would use to describe how she was feeling right now.

You were too busy to observe the details of the front door to give him an answer. The murmurs of the others faded into the background, barely registering in your mind. 

Your fingers moved delicately over the letters etched along the edges of the door, and as you traced them, they shimmered with a soft, silvery glow.

A sense of unease twisted your stomach. 

“Is that Greek?” Teen asked softly. 

Lilia nodded, “it would seem so.”

“Something to do with ancient pagan gods?” Jen suggested.

You shook your head and put down your hand. “It says ‘the Moirai have decreed it all.”

Agatha’s face paled; her body tensed up as she picked up the pieces. “No. Not again.” She voiced out, taking a single step back. 

You raked your fingers through your hair, then turned towards Agatha. 

You offered her a reassuring glance, that turned out more helpless than anything. You could lie to those witches, pretend that reading that inscription hadn’t affected you one bit, but it did, and Agatha knew, because it was affecting her too. 

“Agatha, we can’t go back,” you tried to say. 

“Well, we can’t go further either,” she shot back. 

“Moirai… it stands for Sisters of Fate,” Lilia reasoned out loud, her brows furrowing in thought. As the realization dawned, her eyes widened, flickering between you and Agatha. . She knew you had to deal with the Fates back in the day. You had been haunted, persecuted for years; she was unaware of the precise amount of time yet she knew, she felt it had been enough to break both you and Agatha in different ways.

“It’s your trail, isn’t it?” She asked you, a veil of concern shimmering in her eyes. 

Agatha shook her head, jaw tightening as she took hold of your hand. “No, it is not.” There’s a hint of hardness in her voice, not meant to you, obviously. “She is not going there.”

You sighed. “Aggie… we can’t not go–” 

You understood her, truly you did. But this place, real or not, wouldn’t let you retreat so easily. The whole point of the Witches’ Road was to face your fears, fight them, hopefully be freed of them at the end. You could only hope it would go well for you. Hope, it’s all you had. But you’d never know that if you didn’t give it a proper try. 

“Don’t give me that.” She argued, her voice cracked slightly when your thumb started tracing soothing circles over her skin. “I can’t watch you go through that again,” she continued. 

For years, three whole years to be exact, she had to live with the ghost of you, where one moment you were there, and the other you weren’t. You’d zone out, say things that didn’t make sense, cry yourself to sleep. And worse. So much worse, she couldn’t even begin to remember, let alone name it. 

The others watched without uttering a single word, knowing this topic was rather sensitive for the two of you. 

“Who says you have to? I mean–” You began, your gaze drifting off the mansion once again, a hint of a smile crossing your lips. “We have no idea what’s in there. Could be anything and nothing. Point is, we can’t know until we face our fears.”

Agatha stared at you; lips pressed in a thin line. Those blue orbs pierced through you, full of hidden sadness, concern… a pinch of rage too. She couldn’t face that fear. Correction, she didn’t want to. 

First the Road decided to materialize itself out of nowhere, and as if that wasn’t enough of a shock, the first trial had to be yours. It made no sense. Everyone there had something to gain at the end of the Road, but you? You’d never even hinted at wanting anything for yourself. And what if something went wrong? Would the Road really kill you if you failed the trial? What would be of Agatha then, if it happened? 

“She’s not alone,” Teen added, his eyes locked with Agatha’s, but his hand rested upon your shoulder. The spontaneity of his gesture warmed your heart and caused your lips to stretch into a smile. “We can help her, right?” He asked the group, and one by one, despite a little indecision, Alice, Lilia and Jen nodded their heads. 

“I’m a protection witch,” Alice stepped closer, her hands tucked into the pockets of her snug black jeans. “I’ll have your back,” she eyed you. “If you have mine.” 

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at that. “It looks like a fair deal.” 

Agatha’s eyes darted towards Alice, brows furrowing. Trusting other witches had never come easily to her; her past experiences had made sure of that. You and Rio had been rare exceptions—exceptions that had thinned to only you, after Rio’s ultimate betrayal. 

She had no real reason to doubt the younger witch’s words, and yet she couldn’t help it. Doubt. Wonder. Fear.

“That’s the point of a Coven,” Teen continued with a cheerful smile. “Together we are… stronger.”

“He’s right, Agatha,” you said back. “Let’s give it a try. Together.”

Agatha scoffed – the hint of a bitter smile tugged at her lips. Sure, you all could try, but there was no guarantee it would be a success. Not that she cared much about the others' lives. Teen’s perhaps. She would keep an eye on him. She knew you would too. You’d made it clear from the start that you couldn’t bear the weight of another death on your conscience. That determination would likely drive you to recklessness, risking a lot to make sure they all made it out alive.

However, her priority was you. On top of them all, even at the expense of her power. 

“That’s true, however I’d feel a bit more confident if we had that Green Witch by our side,” Jen mumbled under her breath. 

A sigh slipped from your lips at her jibe, “As I already told you, we don’t need her.”

“We do, or Lilia wouldn’t have written her name–” She insisted. 

Agatha let out an incredulous chuckle at that. Darkish even. “You should work a bit more on yourself, Jen. Being so insecure doesn’t suit you.”

Her words hit a nerve. You could see it by the way her eyes darkened, and her nostrils flared. Agatha appeared pleased with that.

“It was exactly your arrogance that got you once, didn’t it?” The witch decided to ignore Agatha’s provocations and shift her focus on you. You seemed more reasonable, less prone to fight, yet equally stubborn. 

You swallowed thickly, hands turning into fists in slow motion. Arrogance, she says? Was it really arrogance that pushed you into doing everything you knew and could to save your son and grant him more years to live?

“You’re really pushing your luck here, Kale.” Agatha tumbled out, blood boiling. 

Taking your silence as a free pass to continue, she took into your eyes as they slowly but steadily filled with tears. “If you don’t admit to yourself that you need all the help you can get, you’ll make the same mistake, again.” 

You grimaced, with a shake of your head. “I thought I’d get used to this. The misinformation. The lies they fed you to make you judge us for what we did–” 

Agatha’s eyes flickered back to yours, her brows furrowing at the scrunch on your face. She wanted to hold you, right there and now. Pull you into her arms and stop that subtle trembling of your body caused by the words of the ignorant. 

“It’s so easy to believe the stories, isn’t it? So easy to point a finger and say, they did it wrong. But for your information, I did ask for help. And it was given to me. What happened next is another story that you don’t know. ” 

The pain of those days lingered. It never left you nor Agatha. Hitting you both with force, despite that being in different ways. There were things– secrets that you buried inside your heart. You weren’t proud of that, but you had to do what you had to do. 

Jen folded her arms over her chest and breathed from her nostrils, “Alright. Okay.” She finally conceded, spotting raw honesty in your eyes and voice. “But you can’t really blame us for the things we have been told. It’s up to you to tell us the truth, so that we can see it differently.” 

“It’s up to us, yes.” Agatha remarked quietly. The calmness of her tone came in total contrast with the fury storming into her blue orbs. When her hand leaves yours, for a moment you’re cold. “But in the meantime, try not to be a bitch about it. Oh and– don’t you ever call her arrogant again,” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper, yet potent enough to shake Jen’s insides. 

You stepped in then, with a gentle hum. “Alright so, the moral of the story is we need to start trusting each other more if we want to survive. No prejudices. No nothing. Just… openness. Can we do that?” 

Agatha was about to say something– you felt it by the way her chest inflated. You simply stared at her then, a silent warning flashing upon your eyes, a plea even. You needed her to try too. The only way to make it to the end was in a group, as a team. 

“Please–” you insisted carefully, voice still soft. “Try. For me?” 

For your sake. You knew she would. “You’re so unfair,” she grumbled adorably. 

“And why’s that?” You inquired almost teasingly. 

“Because you know I’d do anything for you,” she muttered in a single breath. 

Everyone noticed, despite the whispered words, the raw honesty in her voice. To openly admit something like that, so intimate, personal, meant exposing her vulnerabilities in the light of the day for everyone to see. To exploit. 

Your smile grew. Your cheeks darkened. That was her first step. The openness you were talking about just one moment ago. 

Shifting closer to her, you grazed her cheek with the back of your hand. “Thank you.” 

She wrinkled her nose adorably, as if brushing off the sentiment. “Don’t. It’s annoying,” she grumbled, her voice tinged with feigned irritation. 

“Oh?” You tilted your head, a humming sound slipped from your lips. “What is?” 

“You! This!” she burst out, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “You’re always so… so…”

The others shared a knowing glance, as they grinned. 

You reached out, your hand brushing against her cheek in a featherlight touch. Every fiber of your being wanted more, more of her, of her warmth, her skin, her lips, her scent all over you. 

Agatha might have exposed you as her greatest weakness, and you were about to do the same, not with words, but with actions. She was everything. Your everything. Strength. Weakness. And all the undefinable spaces in between. Her skin was warm beneath your touch as you traced the line of her jaw with your fingers. 

The world seemed to blur, leaving only the two of you. Slowly, carefully, you leaned in, your breath mingling with hers and then your lips met. Just like that. Softly. Gently. Passionately. 

She tugged you closer, leaving no space between your bodies, and the kiss deepened— 

Alice turned around, and so did Teen. His cheeks darkened and his eyes dropped onto the floor, whereas Lilia averted hers to the details of the front door before her. 

Jen waited a couple of seconds. She tried– really.

But when Agatha’s lips lingered just a little too long on yours, she couldn’t help herself. “Oh, this is adorable ,” She cut in, deadpan. “But can you two not ?”

“Right, um, sorry…” you stuttered, cheeks blazing as you reluctantly pulled away from Agatha. 

She was smirking, instead. Pleased even, as her hands slid down to your waist, offering you playful, yet affectionate strokes. “Another time, sweet girl,” she purred, her voice a low, velvety promise. “And perhaps, far away from jealous , prying eyes.”

Everyone smiled amusedly, except for Jen. “We could all die here, but sure- kiss ad nauseam!” 

You caught Agatha running her tongue over her lips, still savouring your taste in her mouth. It made you blush harder. 

“Don’t be such a bummer,” Teen said back. 

Jen widened her eyes at him. “So I am the bummer here? Really?” 

You had to press your lips tightly to prevent yourself from laughing. For a bunch of seconds it worked, but Jen’s expressions of pure disbelief were way too hilarious for you to resist. 

“Children don’t tell lies, Kale.” 

“Agatha, I’m sixteen,” he deadpanned. 

“You’re really insufferable, Harkness,” said Jen instead. 

“Yeah,” she replied, her tone still carrying playfulness in it. “I know.”

It wasn’t clear whether she was replying to one or the other, and it only added to their frustration. She pressed her tongue against her cheek, and then offered you a sly wink. 

You knew it was best to stop that conversation before it took a turn for the worse. “Last one up is the real bummer!”  

You flashed a quick glance to the others, amusement shimmering as without even thinking too much about it, you pushed the door open and stepped inside under the gaping gazes of the others. 

“Hey!” Agatha let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m so buying you a leash! Watch me buy you a leash.” 

The others heard her say as she followed you in a hurry. 

Alice entered after her, followed by Teen and Jen. Before stepping inside Lilia looked closely at the details of the door one more time, focusing on a serpent biting its tail, carved right under the Greek inscription taking up the center of the door. The silver light gave away the impression that it moved in a circle, but it was probably an optical illusion. Yet, when she tried to touch the head of the serpent, his eyes flashed, and she could bet she heard the creature hissing at her, so she yelped, withdrew her fingers and closed the door behind hurriedly. 

“I’m way too old for this–” she whined. Her brows furrowed as she took in each of you.

When did you change your clothes? When did she change hers?

[saunne]

AMPHOREUS LORE - AGLAEA ANALYSIS

So, I think everyone saw it, but we were graced today with the drip marketing for Aglaea, a 5-Star Lightning unit on the brand new Remembrance Path. Hence the reason why I’m back from the dead, in order to dissect and analyze everything I can about this sliver of lore we were given.

1. Who is Aglaea in Greek Mythology ?

Aglaea (Ἀγλαΐα) can be translated to “splendor”, “radiance”. It is the name of the youngest of the Charites or Graces, minor goddesses said to be patronesses of amusement and festivities, presiding over things such as grace, beauty, adornment, mirth, banquet, rest, happiness, relaxation etc. Although there are many names associated with the Charites, it is customary to recognize three main ones : Aglaea (Splendor, Beauty and Adornment), Euphrosyne (Cheer, Mirth, Merriment and Joy) and Thalia (Abundance, Festivities and Banquets). 

The Charites also served as attendants for Hera and Aphrodite, Homer specifically associating them to the retinue of Aphrodite. There are also mentions of their involvement with the Underworld and the Eleusinian Mysteries (secret rites for Persephone and Demeter), although exact sources on this specific part are lacking. I’m still keeping it however, for some specific reasons.

They were said to be the daughters of Zeus and Eurynome, one of the elder Okeanides. However, according to the Orphic Hymns, their mother would rather be Eunomia, the goddess of good order and lawful conduct. Their godly father being Zeus, it could explain why Hoyoverse chose to make Aglaea a Lightning unit.

Another interesting fact is that Aglaea is sometimes equated with Charis and according to Hesiod’s Theogony, this would make her Hephaestus’ wife, following his divorce with Aphrodite. This is interesting for one specific reason : the automatons surrounding her in her drip marketing. Hephaestus was the Olympian god of fire, smiths, craftsmen and metalworking and some of his greatest achievements were the Automatones, animated metal statues of animal, men and monsters. Among these Automatons, we find the Kourai Khryseai (Golden Maidens) : woman-shaped, gold automatons serving as attendants for his palace.

2. What can we guess from her titles ?

In the drip marketing post, we were offered a gaggle of titles : Dressmaster of Okhema, Chrysos Heir, Weaver of Gold, Goldweaver, bearer of the Coreflame of Romance… Although they may seem a little obscure, they actually refer to quite a number of things.

Chrysos (χρῡσός) means “gold”, or in a more poetic sense, “something dear and precious”. However, it’s more the “gold” aspect which will interest us, notably because of Aglaea’s character design which is covered in it. Gold was primarily associated with deities, symbolizing power, authority, wealth and eternal life (think about the golden apples of the Hesperides).

This brings us to the title “Goldweaver”, which is also fascinating. In Greek Mythology, one of the well-known weaving myth is about the Moirai, the three sisters personifying destiny and weaving the fate of every being in existence. Being the weaver, Aglaea would be equated to Clotho, the Moirai responsible for spinning the thread, responsible for choosing when a person was born as well as when deities or mortals were to be saved or put to death, being able to resurrect people of her choosing (for example Pelops, Tantalus’ son).

However, another weaving myth is preponderant in Greek mythology : Arachne and Athena weaving contest, a long known cautionary tale about the consequences of hubris in the face of the divine. Athena and Hephaestus were considered as the great patrons both of the useful and elegant arts, as Athena was also the goddess of crafts such as pottery and weaving. Aglaea’s title as “Dressmaker” could be a reference to this, and more particularly to the Arrephoros, girl acolytes in the cult of Athena Polias, responsible for supervising the weaving of the peplos used during the Panathenaea. Or it could also be a reference to the Charites’ role as Aphrodite’s attendants, as Homer mentioned they were the one to weave and dye her peplos.

Finally, Coreflame of Romance would have been the most obscure title, if not for all the previous explanations about the Charites’ association with Aphrodite. According to the Dionysiaca, there was once a time when Aphrodite attempted to weave better than Athena out of jealousy, aided in her endeavor by the Charites, Aglaea being the one passing her the yarn. 

3. What about Okhema and Amphoreus ?

Okhema is here referenced to be a city, but we already met that word, in a slightly different form : “Regret of Infinite Ochema”, the Trace material given by Phantylia. An Okhema (ὄχημα) is a carrier/vehicle for the soul in Neoplatonism. It is particularly important in Plato’s Myth of Er, where the main character recount his journey in the afterlife, including an account of reincarnation and the celestial spheres of the astral plane. A city named Okhema could imply either the “vehicle” aspect of the okhema, maybe being a moving city…. or since an okhema could be thought as a recipient for a soul, that the city itself could play a role in anchoring the souls of its inhabitants or allowing their travels/transport from one point/place/state to another.

We’ve got another thing about Okhema, the part “holy city kissed by dawn”. Many places could be considered “holy” in greek mythology. One of them is Elefsina, known as Eleusis and holy site of the Eleusinian Mysteries mentioned earlier alongside Delphi, where is kept the omphalos (the chinese name for Amphoreus is the word omphalos). However, the “kissed by dawn” was more interesting, as Greek mythology have a personification of the dawn in the goddess Eos, often equated with Hemera.  Eos’ myths are heavily connected to Aphrodite, in addition to her being the mother of the Anemoi, the greek gods of the winds and in the post, Aglaea said “the wind brought me news of you”.

About Amphoreus… we know next to nothing about it, except its moniker “The Eternal Land” and that it is “hidden away from outside observation, its presence only revealed by the light from the mirror of the Garden of Recollection” according to Black Swan. It was also mentioned that it was  “fettered by three Paths” and given the involvement of the Garden, it seems safe to bet on Remembrance being one of them. I think Amphoreus could honestly be a place filled to the brim with memoria, if not entirely dreamscape-like, similarly to Penacony’s Dreamscape.

Amphoreus reference the amphora, a container used for the storage and transportation of various goods such as wine and oil, in addition to being a common support for vase painting. One interesting thing is that painted amphoras were often used for funerary purposes, as graves markers or recipients for funeral offerings or human remains. Which is even more interesting considering that the post mentioned “the dying land of Amphoreus”, which leads me to think that one of the three Paths fettering Amphoreus might be Finality. 

As for why it’s dying, the answer is quite explicit when you know your mythology : “they will smite down the gods, return the divine fire”. This is Prometheus myth, and if we have Prometheus myth, we have Pandora’s Box in tow. And  tell me, what is a pithos if not a massive amphora ? In Prometheus’ myth, the gods didn’t take back the gift of fire, but what if they did in Amphoreus ? In addition to letting their Pandora release the curses of death, sickness and all other various evils to plague humankind ?

The idea of Remembrance and Finality being two of the three Paths in Amphoreus is even more endorsed by the mention of granting rebirth.  We know that Fuli’s realm “Eden of Blessed Insight” also known as the Pure Land of Recollection, serves to store memories that “shall serve to reshape the entirety of the world after its annihilation”. It’s basically backup data in case of inevitable doom, in order to recreate the universe as it once was. Aglaea having a “Mnestia” as Divine Authority is also adding to it, as Mnestia more than probably comes from “mnestic”, meaning “pertaining to memory”.

That’s one of the reason why I kept the information about the Charites being linked to the Underworld and the Eleusinian Mysteries, between the funerary amphoras, the okhema and Myth of Er and now that, it seems important enough to keep track of any references to death and rebirth. The aforementioned “Chrysalis” is also counting in said references, as it’s a common symbol for death and rebirth by metamorphosis/transformation.

I have another theory to talk about, but this is already long enough  I fear.

[snow--witch]

✨ Female Onyx, Nova and Vesper as the three fates ✨

In ancient Greek religion and mythology, the Moirai, often known in english as the Fates, were the personifications of destiny. They were three sisters: Clotho (the spinner), Lachesis (the allotter), and Atropos (the inevitable, a metaphor for death). Their role is to ensure that every being, mortal and divine, lived out their destiny as it was assigned to them by the laws of the universe. For mortals, this destiny spanned their entire lives and was represented as a thread spun from a spindle.

✨ Artist: serpentsonia_rc (Telegram) ✨

[lycoryspreachin]

the black sisters as the fates or the moirai is such an obvious yet scarcely explored parallel. three sisters bound by their eternal duty, destined to thread life, to twirl and strain and extinguish the existence of all beings. a sister who implants the seed of life, one who navigates it, and one who cuts it inevitably. andromeda for the new life she offered herself and her family, narcissa for carrying and witnessing the lives of everyone around her ( her parents ( she made sure she fulfilled the expectations of her house ), her own family ( lucius including when he went to azkaban and draco), her sisters, harry, regulus probably,  etc…)  and bellatrix for spreading death and being the only one of the sister whose death we know of. the three of them present a glorious portrait of the moirai, showing their implication and perhaps explaining their link and connection to all of the characters.

[fabseg-creator]

For their colors, maybe white-red-black (triple goddesses colors) for the Punisher trio's clothes with their skins being yellow? The Maiden/Rose (White), the Mother/Alya (Red) and the Crone/Juleka (Black).

Their full redesign now.

The original sketch:

[conjuremanj]

Perfumes Used in Your Practice.

In this post I'll wanna talk about perfumes or (parfum) in French and colognes. Now if you seen my other post on colognes I talk about this I a older post link at the bottom. In this post I want to dive a little deeper on these threes by .L.T.Piver

These are some that popular in Haitian Vodou, New Orleans Voodoo, Puerto Rico Espiritismo, Sanse , Santeria and so on. These are all ADR religions. All these perfume or lotions is what there were called are good for spiritual bath and what someone like me would use them for.

But let's get into it; starting with the earliest one.

Starting with the 1885, Alphonse Heliotrope Blanc”, the first Eau de Cologne. This is another good one can be used in protecting and ward off negative energy, bad energies, Great for spiritual baths like cleanings can be added with coconut water Florida water etc for your baths.

Next we have Reve d'Or: Released in 1889. This old school scent is characterized by woody and aromatic accords. This would be used also in spiritual baths and is giving to the Vodou Spirits such as Erzulie Dantor, also Oya, Mami Wata. If your into neopaganism this is used for the Crone aspect of the Goddess.

Last we have POMPEIA" was created in 1907, it floral with an oriental note. This type of smell would have been popular in Ancient Egypt used in baths as well or worn by someone like Cleopatra. Some will offer it to La Sirène, Yemaya, Saint Clare of Assisi, sometimes Simbi even the Mothered Goddess in New age

Now the three together if you follow a ADR religion like it can represent the three Orishas like Oya, Oshun and Yemaya. In Vodou it would be Erzulie Dantor, Erzulie Freda and La Sirène.

In let's say Espiritismo I was told The Three Marias" generally refer to the spirits of Mary Magdalene, the Virgin Mary, and Mary Cleophas (also called Faith, Hope and Charity.) 👇

It can represent the three goddess. The Maiden, Mother, Crone. 👇

They can represent The Moirai or three Greek Goddesses of Fate and Destiny, or Moirae Mythopedia, also known as the Fates. They are Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. 👇

Last if your into Voodoo or Vodou The Marasa. Etc basically the twins or sisters.👇

Is the two links I mentioned.

[luminecent-sky]

The Aeon of fate — Explained [as much as they can explain at least.]

A/n: I've been cookin up some lore during the Christmas season and boom. Lore drop time! Don't ask why it took so long/j

[Opening research logs....]

[Aeon records:]

[The Aeon of Fate — All recalled information and records available.]

The Aeon of Fate, colloquially known as 'Moirai'.

-- Other titles include:

The Weaver

Destinyseeker

Parcae

Holder of a thousand strings

-- Has no known date of existence, currently theorized to have formed thousands of Amber eras ago, back when the first forms of sentient life began to wander the universe. Many believe that there are/were three different beings sharing the mantle of 'Fate'. None have found proof of this.

-- Though any known past emanators no longer exist, their records show the extensive reach and power of the Aeon. Said to be able to erase any traces of existence, to turn the tide of battle on a whim, to remove and add entire dynasties with a simple thread.

-- The emanators were usually prophets, seers, and divine priests, describing the Aeon as a veiled figure spinning thousands of strings or a being made of strings, constantly weaving together and fraying apart.

-- Those who tread the path of Fate are those who seek to guide others and interpret the world, diligent people who feel a deeper connection to the universe.

-- Previous emanators of the path were highly sought after, commonly abducted and forced to serve kings and act as advisors due to their knowledge.

-- However they began to die out, most simply dropping dead while others managed to write down the last few prophecies and sights they had. The last known emanators of Moirai, were the three sisters, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, Whose only surviving prophecy spoke of how the Aeon has found the final thread of the cosmic tapestry, before all three promptly killed themselves.

Factions:

The Thread Weavers - People who believe that the Aeon left one last unfinished tapestry depicting the fate of the last amber era, they search for any thread that can lead them to the tapestry.

Spools of Fate - The inner circle of the thread weavers and members of this circle were known emanators, the ones who led the pursuit on finding the threads of fate. Was led by the three sisters before their deaths. [All new vassals of the Aeon are considered spools due to their direct contact with them.]

[wonderlandwalker]

The Will of the Moirai | Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary: Part three of Remember and Trying to Forget. Time passes in district 13 and Finnick wonders if everything will ever be as it was, but the moment everything feels like it did before, fate interrupts

Content Warnings/Tags: Angst, memory loss, blood, gunshots, major character injury, hurt/very little comfort, my love of Greek mythology, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: So turns out I lied and I wrote this before my exam but since I did I might as well post it. Look I tried to make it less sad but as I was writing it somewhere my thoughts just took over. If anyone knows how to make happy endings let me know cause by the gods we all know Finnick deserves one. I also nerded out a bit on the mythology part I'm sorry

Vocabulary:

Moirai = the three fates which determine the length of someones life

Atropos = one of the fate sisters who cuts the thread of someone's life

River of lost souls = one of the five rivers of the underworld, the river of misery

Lethe = one of the five rivers of the underworld, the river of forgetfulness

He knows someone died today, he knows because whenever this happens there is always an announcement. And he’s never sure why they do this, because to him it feels like they're just adding salt to a fresh wound. He doesn’t understand the custom, and he hopes he will never get the chance to learn either, hopes that Atropos will have mercy on him for a little longer. He doesn’t know who it is that passed away in the hospital wing, he hears them mention a name but he’s not listening. He can hear someone else, someone yelling about how the doctors did something wrong, how they messed up. And he isn't sure if it’s insensitive, but he does not care much, he can’t get himself to care because it isn't you. You are standing next to him and to him, all is right. For the most part

It’s comical almost, the way he gets excited every time, as if this is the last piece of the puzzle and the picture will be complete, but every time there is still another piece lost somewhere. And while he’s grateful every time that light of recollection passes through you, it’s not enough. It will never be enough because you do remember him, but you don’t remember him like he remembers you. He thought he knew what patience felt like, because first, he spent his time waiting for you to fall in love with him the way he had always known he loved you. then he was tested whenever you would wear something just a little too revealing to a party, making him wonder if patience really was a virtue, and if it was, he’d prefer spending his time searching for vices. 

Yes, Finnick thought himself a patient man, but as the days continued to pass by he found himself reevaluating the standard. Because he wasn't annoyed, he wasn't anxious, and he was surely not tolerable. So maybe this wasn't a question of patience, maybe, he thought, this was a test of his love for you. And with that thought, he went to bed every night. He went to sleep not with the comfort of you next to him, but with the comfort of knowing that this was a scrutiny he would spend eternity enduring in order to get you back.

With that he spends his days next to you, knowing that even if it takes forever, he will still be there. So he makes conversation with you during dinner and makes you laugh at parties, he makes sure everyone knows he is yours, even if you don’t know it yet. So when someone interrupts him from the hypnotizing effect you have on him, he tries not to pay it any mind, but unfortunately, that is not an option this time. Because the man he had seen making a commotion the other day is here, he is even more upset than he had seemed before, and this time he has a gun.

He sees the man step closer, and he is about to take his chances to try and disarm him when he sees you stepping forward. You take a step closer to the man while holding out your hands, you look as if you’re trying to address an easily startled animal. But it’s working, and Finnick can’t say he’s surprised, because who could say no to you? You’re trying to reason with him, and usually, Finnick would have said it’s no use, but he knows how persuasive you can be. He remembers how you were always the one to reason, even when he didn't see the point. You always had to try, because you had told him about the good of people, but you were the only one Finnick saw any good in. You’re telling the man about the importance of memories. Youre talking about the fondness you hold to your own memories, but they're not just yours, they're your memories with him. You’re talking about that day in the arena, you’re saying how scared you were, scared that those would be your last moments. But you didn't care, because you knew Finnick was alive, and he would never let the memory of you die. You’re asking the man about the woman who died, he still can't remember her name, but you do, you remember. And it’s working, it’s all working like a tower of cards put together by the gentlest of hands. 

But it doesn't take much to destroy what you’ve built, the smallest gust of wind can knock it over. He watches it happen, he sees the soldiers slowly and silently entering the room to try and put a stop to the rampage the man has caused. He sees it and he knows everything is about to start to crumble down. So he does the only thing he knows how to do, he reaches for you. He reaches for you because he knows that once the man notices what is happening, your tower of cards will be knocked over and you will have lost the battle you’ve been trying to win. And he can’t stop it from happening, but he can save you from the fall. He reaches out to you and he can feel your soft skin against his as he tugs you towards him. And he can’t explain it, because he knows there isn't a logical way to do so, but the moment he feels your touch, he knows everything is back in its right place. He knows you remember.  He gets to you, and he hears the shot echo through the room, but he doesn't want you to have to see it, he shields you from everything that's happening because youre letting him, for the first time since the games you’re letting him. 

But he should've learned by now that things are never this simple, and every time he thinks he’s won, there is always something there to push him off the pedestal he’s just built. He looks and he sees the man standing there, and he doesn't understand. Because he heard a gunshot, but the man is still standing, being surrounded and being detained, but standing. He doesn't understand until he can feel you collapsing, he looks back to you as he supports you and his blood turns to ice. Because he sees his hands, the hands that were supposed to save you, and they’re covered in blood. They’re covered in your blood. He can see the blush disappearing from your cheeks and the way your eyes are starting to close. And for once he wished he didn't remember. That he couldn't recall the last time this happened, because he wants to have hope, he wants to convince himself that tomorrow everything would be okay, because he’s managed to get you back yet again. But the memory hangs over him like a dark storm he should’ve seen coming. He spent days, weeks begging whichever god would be listening to make you remember, to give you back to him. And it turns out they heard him, but they have never been known to be fair. He remembers the strength it took you to get here, and he doesn't know if you have enough left to do it again. 

And if he could, he’d offer himself to the river of lost souls, he would spend eternity reliving this misery as long as he knew you wouldn't have to. He would dive into it like the sea on a summer night back home, because to him, that would be better than seeing you be taken to the Lethe again. And he knows the moirai do not care what he has to say, that they do not care what he is willing to offer, but he is still pleading to them anyway. Because you open your eyes when he asks you to, and you look at him the same way as when he found you in the capitol, you look at him as if nothing is wrong, because he makes it all right. And surely, he thinks, this cannot be how it ends. He’s desperate, and he’s scared. But he’s no longer scared you’ll pull away when he kisses you, because your lips are melting together with his again and he’s sure this is what heaven must feel like. Except the moment you stop kissing him, the moment your hand falls from where it was holding his face, he knows this was never heaven, this is his hell.

Next part: One day at a Time

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[tylermileslockett]

"The Death of Eurydice" (#2 in my Orpheus and Eurydice series)

But the three Moirai (fates) weave and cut their strings of mortal’s destinies, and this love was not destined to last. Dancing barefoot upon the forest floor with the nymphs, Eurydice was bitten by a venomous snake and tragically died. Orpheus played such music of melancholy mourning as to make the trees bow and weep.

The Latin poet Virgil gives a lush description of lament from his poem, “Georgicks:”…“But the choir of sister Dryads filled the tops of the mountains with their cries: the rooks of Rhodope wept, and high Pangaea, and the martial land of Rhesus, and the Getae, and Hebrus, and Attic Orithyia. He assuaging his love-sick mind with his hollow lyre, lamented thee, sweet wife, thee on the solitary shore, thee when day approached, thee when it disappeared.” (-translated by John Martyn.)

We have multiple sources giving variations recounting Eurydice’s death. According to Ovid, she was walking along the riverside with her sister dryad nymphs, while Vergil has her escaping a rape attempt by another son of Apollo; a pastoral god named Aristaeus. But the authors agree that her death results from the bite of a poisonous viper.

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[obsidian-pages777]

Lachesis in your astrology Chart. Goddess of fate and destiny. What are you fated to have?

In Greek mythology, Lachesis is one of the three Moirai (Fates), responsible for measuring the thread of life allotted to each mortal. Alongside her sisters Clotho (who spins the thread) and Atropos (who cuts it), Lachesis determines the length and quality of an individual’s life. She embodies the concept of destiny and fate, weaving the tapestry of human existence with intricate threads that dictate the course of mortal lives. Lachesis is often depicted as the middle sister among the Moirai, representing the moment of decision and the unfolding of events that shape the lives of gods and mortals alike.

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Lachesis and her sisters are central figures in Greek mythology, symbolizing the inevitability and inescapability of fate. Their influence extends beyond mortal realms to encompass the very fabric of the universe, ensuring that every being follows a preordained path. Lachesis’s role underscores the idea that life’s events are not merely random occurrences but part of a larger, cosmic plan governed by divine forces. Through her measurement of the life thread, Lachesis embodies the ancient Greek belief in the intertwining of destiny, choice, and the inexorable march of time.

In astrology, asteroid Lachesis is named after one of the three Fates (Moirai) in Greek mythology, responsible for measuring the length of a person's life thread. Lachesis's placement in the astrological chart can indicate areas of life where we might experience fated events, pivotal moments, or a sense of destiny. Here’s an interpretation of Lachesis in each house of the astrology chart:

1st House (Ascendant)

Influence: Lachesis here suggests that the individual's life path and personal identity are significantly shaped by destiny. There may be a sense of purpose and an awareness of pivotal moments that define who they are.

2nd House

Influence: In the house of possessions and values, Lachesis indicates that material resources and financial stability might be influenced by fated events. This placement can also highlight the importance of aligning personal values with a deeper sense of purpose.

3rd House

Influence: With Lachesis in the 3rd house, communication, siblings, and short trips may play crucial roles in one's destiny. Important messages or encounters during travel can have significant impacts on the individual's life course.

4th House (IC)

Influence: Lachesis in the 4th house suggests that family, home, and roots are areas where fated events occur. There might be significant ancestral or familial patterns that shape the individual's sense of belonging and security.

5th House

Influence: This placement emphasizes creativity, romance, and children as areas influenced by destiny. Creative projects or romantic relationships might carry a sense of fate, significantly impacting the individual’s life journey.

6th House

Influence: In the house of daily work and health, Lachesis indicates that routine tasks and health matters are areas where fated events might occur. Work environment and daily habits could be instrumental in fulfilling one's destiny.

7th House (Descendant)

Influence: Lachesis in the 7th house highlights partnerships and close relationships as fated and significant. Marriage or business partnerships might be marked by a sense of destiny, deeply influencing the individual's life path.

8th House

Influence: In the house of transformation, shared resources, and the occult, Lachesis suggests that intense and transformative experiences are tied to fate. Matters of inheritance, joint finances, and deep psychological changes might be pivotal.

9th House

Influence: Lachesis here indicates that higher education, philosophy, travel, and belief systems are areas influenced by destiny. Long journeys and educational pursuits might be marked by significant, fated events that shape the individual's worldview.

10th House (MC)

Influence: In the house of career and public life, Lachesis suggests that professional life and public reputation are areas where destiny plays a key role. Career achievements and social status might be strongly influenced by fated encounters and decisions.

11th House

Influence: With Lachesis in the 11th house, friendships, social networks, and aspirations are influenced by fate. Important connections and group affiliations might significantly shape the individual's future and align with their destiny.

12th House

Influence: Lachesis in the 12th house indicates that spiritual matters, hidden realms, and subconscious patterns are influenced by fate. There might be a sense of destiny in spiritual pursuits, and understanding hidden aspects of oneself can be crucial.

Summary

Asteroid Lachesis's placement in the astrological houses highlights areas of life where fated events and pivotal moments are likely to occur. This placement can provide insight into where an individual might experience significant turning points, guiding them toward their life’s purpose and destiny.

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