#mystical themes

[beetledee0]

im done bee tee doubleyew

[joncronshawauthor]

Five Fantasy Novels Inspired by Tarot: Magic in the Cards

Tarot cards, with their rich symbolism and mysterious allure, have fascinated people for centuries. They’ve also inspired a wealth of creativity in the world of fantasy literature. Here, we delve into ten enchanting fantasy novels where the tarot’s mystical themes are woven into the fabric of the story. “The Castle of Crossed Destinies” by Italo Calvino This literary gem uses tarot cards to…

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl found dead in a hidden room.

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[ganondoodle]

so im not sure if anyones interested, but, i went through quite a bunch of totk critiques by people who were also very disappointed with it and thought id share my favorite videos i found (granted, i only really wachted those that youtube recommened and its mostly .. white men... things like the orientalism problem are not mentioned at all for example, maybe ill update this post if i find any more diverse voices)

i dont agree with every single point and also dont know most of the channels (aside from the big zelda theory guys) so i judged solely by what they mentioned in those videos and the quality of it (like the audio .. bc i cant listen to bad audio)

in no particular order, also they talk about or use footage of the literal ending stuff so if you arent done with the game yet, better leave these for now

(the following one is a podcast thing by multiple zelda theory guys, there some stuff you can skip at the start thats just kidna random things, but the video is marked with chapters)

(theres some mention of some things not making sense, like the sonau only being two, and ithink thats kinda bc the english translation was weirdly vague about that, in the german version its much more directly said that they all died out and only rauru and mineru were left of them;

also mentions of how unfitting it is to call the enigma stones "secret"stones in english might come from a similar thing; in german they where called "Mysterienstein" which would be translated as mystic/mysterious/enigma- stone

just wanted to mention that since the vast majority are gonna play it in english only and the stuff online is also dominated by english)

[mystic-warriors]

Idk how we got here but I made her skrunkly

[intr0verted-weird0]

[linusbenjamin]

Person of Interest | 3.09 'The Crossing'

[cirkkaa]

color studies of my favorite places in genshin

[daybreakthing]

mystical girlthing! ⸻ a mystical-themed girlthing flag!

for day 9 of @mousesquared’s 3rd blorbosquared event! for the prompt: “A term related to your blorbo's source”

tagging @radiomogai & @daybreakflags!

[power-rangers-faves]

Power Rangers Opening Theme Tourney

Winner's Bracket Round 3-1 Mystic Force vs. Jungle Fury

Mystic Force Propaganda:

One of the more unique intros (no electric guitars or “go go power rangers”, iconic as it is)

The instrumental is so fun, how could you not vibe? (Lowkey reminds me of toxic)

[d3vdgrll]

the worst part of adam’s wound is not that god violated him, but that he never will again.

[sonicchaoscontrol]

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This is why we leave the naming-of-things to Sonic.

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[captainsophiestark]

The Perfect, Fail-Proof Plan

Caroline Forbes x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023​! It features a ton of other awesome creators and runs all year, so go check it out!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Prompt: Hephaestus; fire

Summary: Caroline and her girlfriend celebrate the last bonfire of their high school career, sending the tradition off right.

Word Count: 1,104

Category: Fluff

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I smiled as I made my way through the crowd of my drunken peers, two beers in hand. Everyone had gathered for the last bonfire of our last year of high school, and every single one of us was having the time of our lives. It was only right to go all out for a tradition that had carried us through from our freshman years.

A moment later I found my girlfriend, Caroline Forbes, leaning against a tree and chatting with Elena and Matt. I grinned as I reached them, holding out one of the two beers I'd retrieved to Caroline.

"Sorry, I didn't realize I'd need two more," I said, shooting a smile in Matt and Elena's direction as I sidled up next to Caroline.

"That's okay," Elena said, waving me off. "We were just about to go make a trip ourselves."

She shot me and Caroline a meaningful look, then dragged Matt after her and back into the rest of the party. Caroline turned to me with a grin.

"So, how are you enjoying our last ever bonfire?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Last ever bonfire feels a little dramatic. Last high school bonfire, sure, but I plan to go out and drink in the woods around a fire far into my twenties."

Caroline shook her head and smacked my arm, but she was still smiling.

"You know what I meant! This is a big moment for us. The end of an era."

"As far as I'm concerned, it's just the start," I said, leaning in a little. "The start of an amazing future with you."

Caroline giggled, a smile as bright and warm as the sun shining in my direction, her eyes crinkling at the corners. My heart leapt a little in my chest.

"A future of drunk fire parties?" she asked, her voice teasing. I just grinned and leaned in further.

"Yes. Drunk fire parties and idiotic activities and just being unreasonably, ridiculously happy, together."

Caroline bit her lip and glance down before looking back at me, a slight blush on her cheeks. Or maybe it was from the cold.

"Do you want to go down and look at the falls with me?"

I beamed. "Absolutely I do."

She took my hand, and I followed after her through the woods, the noise and light of the party fading behind us as we went. I sped up to walk next to Caroline, dropping her hand and linking our arms instead. I leaned into her, and she shot me a little smile.

"You know, I used to want to get a guy down to the falls with me so badly," she said. "I had this perfect plan that just never quite worked out. I've gotta say... I'm glad I'm coming down here with you instead."

I beamed. "It almost killed me to watch you try your moves on Stefan and Matt and every other guy you had a thing for. I never thought... I don't know. If you'd told junior-year me that I would've had a chance with you, I don't think I would've believed it."

"Well, I can tell you right now that I'm much happier to be here with you than if I'd ever had success with any of those guys."

I stopped as we finally reached the falls, an immovable smile plastered on my face. My heart hammered in my chest. I'd been in love with Caroline since the seventh grade, and the fact that we'd been happily dating for the past few months still didn't totally feel real to me.

"What?" she asked, giggling a little as she noticed my stare. I let out a long, happy breath.

"Nothing. Just... happy. Happy to be here with you."

"Me too," she said, moving a little bit closer to me. I mirrored her movements until we were close enough for me to put my arms around her waist, pulling her into me. She smiled, lazily draping her arms around my neck, then leaned in and kissed me.

No matter how many times I got to kiss my girlfriend, I don't think the magical, sparkly feeling in my chest I always got would ever fade. The water of the falls crashed onto the rocks next to us, creating a natural ambiance as I deepened the kiss. I reached up to cup Caroline's cheek as she tangled a hand in my hair, and when we finally pulled apart, I couldn't keep a smile off my face.

"I love you, Care," I said. She blushed, but smiled right back.

"I love you too."

I leaned back in and gave her another soft kiss, then finally pulled away with a sigh.

"We should probably get back," I said. "It is our last bonfire, after all."

"Last bonfire might be a little dramatic," Caroline parroted in a bad imitation of my own voice. She made a face and put her hands on her hips, and I tried and failed to hold back a laugh. "Last bonfire of high school, I guess, but-"

"Alright, alright, your impression of me is truly unmatched," I said, holding out a hand to Caroline. She took it, lacing our fingers together, and I swung our hands back and forth as we headed through the woods together. "So tell me, my favorite person on planet earth: what would make our last high school bonfire the best one for you? What would give it a worthy sendoff and celebration for the end of this four year era?"

Caroline pulled me to a stop in the trees just beyond the firelight, the sounds of the party beckoning to us from a little ways away. She turned me to face her, smiling at me as she took my other hand.

"This has already been the perfect night, because I got to spend it with you."

"Aw," I said, leaning in to give Caroline one more quick peck before we headed the rest of the way into the bonfire clearing. "Is it also because your 'do you want to go to the falls with me' master plan finally worked?"

"Maybe. Although, since I was clearly meant to go down there with you at the perfect moment on our last bonfire night... I think it's fair to say my fail-proof plan never actually failed at all. I just wasn't meant to go down there with any of the boys."

I laughed, enjoying the lightness in my heart with the warmth of the fire in front of me and the warmth of Caroline's smile beside me. Maybe she had a point.

"Yeah, Caroline. I think I'd agree that your plan ended up working perfectly."

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[winterwolf0120]

N and his roller coaster, Mystic Timbers. 💛💛💛💚💚💚🥰🥰🥰🌲🌲🌲🎢🎢🎢

[natasha-in-space]

Pondering the idea of Suit Saeran being severely touchstarved. I know we all love to explore that particular aspect in Ray specifically, but... I can't help but think about Suit in this as well. He's so very averse to physical contact. All he ever gets is probably just a quick pat on the head or a brief squeeze of his shoulder from Rika. A tiny bit of praise she feeds him to nurture his ever growing bitterness with the world that ultimately helps her achieve her goals. He doesn't know the feeling of a genuinely loving and tender touch on his skin, and a part of me thinks that he can't even imagine it.

Not until you come into the picture.

Furthermore, he is probably directly instructed not to seek out physical affection from others. Or any sort of love, for that matter. It's weak. It's a sign of his dependence. A display of imperfection that cannot be tolerated. After all, he is the ultimate tool. His Savior's sword and shield. In a way, he doesn't even see himself as a human at all. Despite his adamant commitment to being the 'real' Saeran. Deep inside, he can only see himself as a weapon. And, in a way, it's comforting. Because it gives him the confidence to feel strong and imposing.

But, in the end, he remains a human being. The feeling of warmth and belonging that all humans need is something he longs for. Even if those feelings are buried under a mountain of denial and anger. Like a constant taunt of his weaknesses he wishes so desperately to destroy. He tends to write them off onto Ray. Even when those are his feelings and emotions, he is so terrified of admitting his own humanity, that he writes it all off onto Ray.

And, in an ironic way, it only makes him feel even worse. Because he tricks himself into believing that he is incapable of being emotional or caring. When that is not the case. But he's so sure of these feelings not being his, that he can't see any other explanation.

You are constantly being touched by him. In some form or another. Grabbing at your arm to pull you up. Not letting go, even though you are now where he wants you to be, and there is no logical need for him to keep his hand around your wrist or bicep. Brushing his hand over your neck and shoulder as he taunts you. Not even doing anything with it, just... touching you. Playing with your hair while cold and cruel words tumble from his lips. It always seems like he's just about to grab at your hair and pull in a way that would cause you pain, but... he doesn't. Always standing close enough where you'd feel the warmth radiating from his body. While he admits to seemingly being grossed out by being near you, he still makes the conscious choice to press up against you. And if you make a comment about it, he will only double down on it.

To put it simply, it leaves you feeling confused. You're unaware that he's 10 times as confused and frustrated as you are.

He is so incredibly irritated by it. It drives him nuts.

Especially as he sits in his cold Intelligence Room, his mind starting to wander instead of focusing on work. Unwanted thoughts of how it would feel for you to be the one to initiate contact with him. How would your hands feel around his own? Are they warm? Cold? Soft? Or is it possible that they're rough, like his are? How would he describe how your fingers fit around his his own? Ray's hands were always covered by those gross gloves of his... So, that would be something you do with him only, not Ray.

He only snaps out of it when he notices his hands clasping together instead of continuing to drum away at his keyboard. Almost like he's trying to imitate what his mind had painted for him. Imagining that it's your hand that is resting in his own, your thumb swiping over the cold skin of his wrist. He shivers. But not from the cold.

And the way his heart thunders in his chest when he thinks of it makes him sick.

His thoughts become worse as he lies on the cold tiled floor, exhausted and weak from hours of expelling the elixir that was left in his system, his body rejecting the acidic substance violently. He's too drained to fight off those thoughts now. Too crumpled to do anything now.

So, he indulges in them, closing his eyes and letting out a long, raspy breath into the deafening silence. Not like anything matters to him anymore. He has no dignity to lose.

At least that's what he thinks.

He thinks of you cradling his head onto your lap, your voice being distant and muffled, but filled with that worried babbling that was so bothersome to him. He imagines the warmth of your soft thighs beneath his cheek, which is a great contrast to the cold and hard floor he was sprawled out on. He thinks of your scent surrounding him and chasing away that cursed acidic stench that still made his stomach twist and turn, despite it being totally empty by this point. He thinks of your fingers brushing through his sweaty and dry hair, in a way that only Ray was privy to. He no longer felt angered by the thought. It only made the ache in his chest increase. Not from the physical pain, but an emotional one. Like loose strings weaving around his heart and squeezing it tighter and tighter.

He fails to notice the silent tears coursing down his cheeks until he hears his phone ringing, which prompts him to run his hand over his face and try to put himself back together from the shattered pieces you left behind.

He is aware that it is you.

Probably worrying about him.

God knows why.

He contemplates declining, but the selfish yearning to hear your voice is more intense.

You shatter everything he thought he knew about this world, plunging his pure existence into sheer chaos, yet... Maybe, you can put him back together again. Or, in other words, aid him in rexognizing these ugly broken pieces as something else. Something worth attemting to put back together. In order for him to finally recognize the reflection he sees looking back at him when he looks in the mirror.

[sinnbaddie]

Fugaku wasn’t the best father, but no one will ever convince me that Minato of all people is a better father than him