#red spiderlily

[chibimats]

Red Spiderlily

Lycoris radiata spiderlily higanbana

[mmwm]

LINK FEST: 26 SEPTEMBER 2023

Links that may or may not be related to gardens, food, travel, nature, or heterotopias and liminal spaces but probably are. Sources in parentheses. essay: Granddad’s Cowpeas (Jared Barnes/Meristem). A tale of seed-saving, relationship, and resilience. And the insects cowpeas attract in Texas, which include “Gulf Fritillaries, Gray Hairstreaks, American Bumble Bees, Winged Red Velvet Wasps,…

[verytiredfrog]

Jason Todd, a Good Soldier

[vampirerite]

merlin sketches thursdayyyy

[vivilingriphyn]

The Sham | Red & Blue Spiderlilies

His touches have become forceful and aggressive. I could sense how desperate he is to feel whole and real, but he isn't—desperate to stay alive and to become a constant memory. He refuses to fade through time and die with the rest, watching him grasp my skin as if grasping at any sense of physicality. Refusing to die like a relentless parasite, determined in its delusion for a relevance they'll never achieve.

He thinks he's still in control by plaguing my mind, but he's just stepped into his prison. I'll rid him of his freedom just like how he had rid of mine, even if it meant making my mind and body our eternal hellscape where we'll burn together, and I will never let him go.

–Jay

A bit of a Vent Art but also wanted to write a lil bit more about my AU "The Sham" and I've decided to make my lil side series "Red & Blue Spiderlilies" into something canon in my AU

this is honestly was just supposed to be vent art but ended me making this into a full quick drawing, with the blue liquid obviously being blood and Jay actually physically hurt but feels nothing despite the pain, forced to put up a brave face but with no rest since his enemy is now his eternal companion (aka Nadakhan)

[intertwinedlettersposts]

Spider lilies marks the body before

its departure

Everyone blames Izanami

Maybe people don't understand

New moon glows where the dead resides

Away

Far to escape

Escape the rude awakening

where mortals bless

Rebirth and death

They try to escape

Grasping the memories of their precious stays

Night and day

Day and night

Grasping the mere flicker of light each day

Full moon came and the death arrived back

Joyous ckrakle spread

When the cry awoke

All humans are made of ghost

Clutching the tiny fragments of past

Not wanting it to leave

They cry in pain

[arsenic-green]

[thehoodedfigure]

Lycoris Phantasm

Con đường trải bởi hoa bỉ ngạn tuy luôn đem đến cảm giác u buồn, nhưng đồng thời nó cũng mang lại cảm giác yên bình cho những trái tim mệt mỏi từng bước qua đây. Những kỷ niệm lâu ngày dù tốt hay xấu, nếu để tích tụ dài sẽ khiến bản thân bị quá tải và kẹt lại trong quá khứ. Đã đến lúc buông bỏ và chấp nhận hiện tại rồi, có như vậy mới tiến về phía trước được.

Giây phút tôi chấp nhận điều đó, sắc đỏ trở nên xinh đẹp và đẹp đẽ hơn bao giờ hết...

#5 day of the challenge

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

i’m sorry i am obsessed w dc x dp so just imagine this but the WH employee is Danny Fenton. Sleep deprived teen with literally no sense of self preservation who fought ghosts scarier and more life threatening(a literal bounty hunter out to hang his hide on his wall, a literal psycho guidance counselor, etc) on the daily in his hometown where his own parents were hunting him. He would not hesitate to absolutely body the Joker without even using an ounce of his ghost powers.

A waffle house employee

But not just any waffle house employee, one who works in Gotham City.

Them vs the joker, who's winning?

[yanderenightmare]

Sukuna pleeeeez, I beg. How scary-hot is he? How terrified is darling when sitting on his lap 😩😩😩

Ryomen Sukuna

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, yandere, Stockholm syndrome

gn reader

You’re not strong with cursed energy, but even you can feel the many lives Sukuna has basked in the blood of. 

You can feel it in his hands – how it seeps into your bones when he drags his crass fingertips upon your skin, making you nauseous – how a simple little touch has goosebumps springing to the surface and a whimper jumping to your throat. It feels hot, burning with warmth like freshly spilled blood – like he’s smearing it on you in red staining streaks, with the weight of thousands of deaths that make you feel like you're rotting too.

But he calls you the sweetest things, despite his raspy timbre – things like turtledove, angelface, lovebug, spiderlily. And keeps you close, on his lap, sitting skin to skin within his kimono so he can cuddle you tight. His chin resting atop your head and his hands holding you around the waist, sometimes falling to your thighs and further in between them.

That deranged malice he shows everyone else is lost on you. With you, he’s balmy – soft and warm and mellow in that very quiet, studious way. Seeming almost jaded if it weren’t for how he tugs you close to his chest – coveting you like something precious.

Sometimes it’s almost as though he forgets how to communicate with words – rubbing his face into the nook of your neck, kissing you gently – silently asking you to comply and spread your legs wider for him before he has to get ugly with you.

You feel a bit dirty bending to his wishes so easily, but he makes you feel like the most precious little bite-sized thing – touching you there until you're just soaking with sin. Licking those feeble moans from your lips like there’s no sweeter thing. Sinking his fat length inside your heat slowly, feeling you swallow him up – wanting to know every tight inch personally – nudging right against that special place inside you until your thighs quake from the squeeze.

He gets lost in you when he gets far enough to feel your walls ripple around the size of him – how your whimpers turn breathy, and your fingers curl into his flesh with want. 

He loves getting you there – to that point where you no longer care about what’s right and wrong – where the only thing you still care about is how good it feels to belong to him.

[bambiraptorx]

[I.D. Two page digital comic done mostly in shades of purple. In the first panel, Minor Interference Donnie walks through a crowd, looking around curiously. He has a mute symbol on the base of his goggles. In the crowd behind him are, from left to right, one of the Teenage Mutant Warrior Cats, Mikey from TMNT Reptile Rampage, Is This Right Donnie holding a bottle of jello, Red Rover Donnie, and Beetle Leo. In the second panel Minor Interference Donnie is shown from behind, smiling widely as he looks at Sidelined Leo in his wheelchair. Sidelined Raph and Mikey are there too, smiling as they talk with their brother. Scattered around as cameos are Massive Forehead Donnie, TMNT Spiderlily Donnie, The Little Prince Donnie, De-mutation Donnie, Techna from Mitosis, and Void Mikey. In the second panel, Minor Interference Donnie stands next to Sidelined Leo, sparkles in his eyes as he holds his hands up to his chest. Donnie says "Oh your wheelchair is so cool!!! Can I ask questions?" Leo looks up at him with a slight smile. Instead of purple, he is colored in blue. His wheelchair is a cross between a manual and an electric, with the Genius Built logo on the hubcap area of the wheels. End I.D.]

@dandylovesturtles I thought it would be fun to draw a crossover between Sidelined AU and Minor Interference. MI Donnie is deaf/hard of hearing (he has hearing aids built into his goggles), and he would love seeing other forms of adaptive technology.

@tmntaucompetition

[astralexpressarchives]

Dan Heng, the Imaginary, and the Lunarescent Depths

So I was recently discussing lore with a friend of mine and we came to a very interesting conclusion about Dan Heng that just makes a little too much sense for me to not make post about.

Dan Heng is an artist who uses the blood of Long to paint imaginary realms into existence and also Long is probably an Imaginary Aeon

Okay hear me out.

So everybody has the 4 star version of Dan Heng on their account. Everybody would have seen his ultimate ability and should be quite familiar with his line:

This sanctuary, is but a vision... Break!

The animation begins with a zoom in on his sphere - very likely the same sphere he uses in his Dan Heng: Imbibitor Lunae form for his spells. He closes his eyes.

Now, the camera zooms out quickly so that we can see the sanctuary that is but a vision.

Then he attacks the enemy, his weapon trailing black splatters of...

Ink!

Alright, now let me back it up a bit for a brief intermission and introduce you to the Judges of the 10 Lords Commission. The Undestroyed Notes makes this statement about the Judges:

A sister among the disciples once described to me one of the judge's brushes — it could write talismans out of thin air, which would make the written words come true.

Of course, we now know this is likely a reference to Hanya as her recent promo material shows her using a magic brush:

She specializes in reading the karma and sins of criminals, and records their crimes and punishments with the Oracle Brush.

It's unclear is this Oracle Brush is in fact the brush that can write things out of thin air, but it's worth noting regardless.

The point is that there is precedence in HSR for characters using brushes/painting/writing to make things real.

Back to Dan Heng, though. It doesn't stop at his 4 star variation, either. Dan Heng: Imbibitor Lunae's ultimate is a very similar story.

A zoom in towards his sphere, his eyes are closed - this time, the (drawn!) clouds are circling him.

Then a scene where the entire thing looks painted! But it doesn't stop there.

Dan Heng and Blade

Now, as with any analysis of Dan Heng, it's basically impossible to make one without also mentioning Blade since Hoyo is obsessed with them:

Blade's sword graveyard (the Hellscape, as he calls it) is very similar to Dan Heng's heavenly moon realm. I believe this is because these locations are mirror images of each other - that is to say, the mountainous area is a real location and one or both of their ultimates are mirror/s of this location.

Also note that he also accesses this location by "slicing" it out of thin air with his Blade.

Also note the drawn aesthetic of the spiderlilies, I think this is implying they are in another realm - same as when he is in his ult and the spiderlilies are projected on his attack! In that same scene, if you look very closely you can spot some lotus the water (extra credit to my friend for spotting this one!)

The realm keeping commission has this image of a dragon's face over the moon between two sets of mountains, one set is upside down mirroring the other set.

A few more examples of Dan Heng and Blade as mirrors:

Blade in the reflection of the water. Note the presence of the moon and leaves surrounding Dan Heng vs the Arbor roots surrounding Blade.

We also know the arbor roots are a real location because we fight Phantylia there beneath the Scalegorge:

The Azure Dragon enters through a circular cloud formation and arrives at the mountainous location on the Xianzhou.

Blade in his fansong shown at the circular clouds swapping identities of Blade vs Yingxing (this happens when he is "marastruck" as seen in his trailer). In his fansong, the clouds lead to the red moon.

This is important because Blade is the creator of Cloudpiercer - the weapon attached to the orb Dan Heng uses to paint his imaginary landscapes - and Blade also created the sword he uses that cuts open the portal to the hellscape. It's unclear if the connection is the weapons or something else, like Dragonheart theory would would mean Blade's blood contains Long's blood which could be the triggering tool.

Anyway, we know these mountains are a real location because Dan Feng was imprisoned there. I believe this location is the Lunarescent Depths Delve below the Scalegorge:

We also know there is a moon present at Blade's Hellscape:

Keep in mind that this splashart features the moon (piercing through the clouds, very subtle Hoyo), destroyed arbor roots, the sword graveyard, and the spiderlilies. Now compare these images:

This is the same area before and during/after the sedition. Note the arbor roots that were present in the reflection of Blade, the water, the chains, the moon (eclipsed, too) that he is drinking the power of...

To drive the point home even further, here's Blade seated during Kafka's companion quest, courtesy of my friend:

Doesn't that painting look... familiar??? Other than in this location, the painting only shows up in two other locations on the Xianzhou one of which is the Realm-Keeping Commission office (which is literally covered in Vidyadhara mountain references - seriously go check it out for yourself).

Hoyo is definitely hinting at something with this set up, lol.

Genshin

It's hard to talk about a Hoyo game without mentioning Genshin Impact. Honestly, a lot of the Vidyadhara story mirrors the story in Genshin, especially Fontaine, for example:

Special water, potentially people made of water

Water dragon making rain in idle animation

Small female child contained by local scientists might have the soul of a god or could be a scam

And more... but the point is people who play Genshin might be familiar with the story of the melusines who were created with the blood of a dead dragon and they live inside it's corpse and also one of them is a painter using the blood of said dead dragon and also fiction is real and they can enter it in an imaginary space?

Yeah... I think they might have copied that idea and applied it to Dan Heng, allowing him to paint using the special water (probably the Blood of Long) and allowing him to create imaginary spaces. "This sanctuary is but a vision" a vision he literally painted!

I swear I'm not crazy.

Long the Permanence

Now here's an additional theory I have about Long the Permanence.

Long could be an Aeon that exists within the Imaginary space.

By this I mean the reason noone has met him or knows where he is or what happened to him is because he's always been imaginary. His scions exist in the primary reality, of course, but Dan Heng's power comes from the Imaginary element in his Imbibitor Lunae form.

This is further supported by the fact that the moon in reality (outside of the mountain scenery) only shows up briefly at key moments for corresponding characters.

It shows up briefly in Fu Xuan's trailer when she recites lines from a poem about the moon but otherwise is absent. Note how she has Long's constellations on the back of her outfit and dragon heads on her tools.

Jingliu's power is also moon based and you also see the moon in the reflection of her ice/nearby water. The reflection of the moon is actually the real power behind her attacks and the moon that appears behind her is a mirage projected from the reflection (not the other way around!). And in the recent Jingliu Myriad you can tell at the start that the moon only just appeared because the moon flowers are only just blooming! IRL these flowers only bloom at night time, presumably in the moonlight, so the fact that they only just opened implies the moon was not present earlier in the scene. This is the same flower eternally bloomed on her shoulder.

Also note how both scenes where she is drawing upon the moon's power also becomes drawn in an inky art style! Just like Dan Heng.

I might stop here because this post is already very long but I might do a whole post dedicated to dissecting Jingliu's lore and symbolism in greater depth, especially as more Jingliu content is released over the coming days.

[thepmmmwitchproject]

What If: Chisato and Takina had Witch Forms?

So about two and half months ago, Chisato Nishikigi and Takina Inoue came to Magia Record as puella magi, but with a catch, instead of receiving doppels, they instead had second magias! They clearly had the means uses doppels, but didn't, perhaps it was the studio were avoiding making the more lighthearted anime girls become twisted and monstrous. Well, after a lot of painstaking procrastination, I made hypothetical witch forms for them!!

LYCORIS RADIATA (Chisato Nishikigi) The heartbeat witch. Its nature is absolute emotion. A witch born during times of great calamity. It feeds on the hope it harvest from humanity, converting it into energy it uses to fend off forces that could threaten human existence itself. Despite its great size and intimidating appearance, it is a sweet creature that invokes a great sense of joy to those who survey it. This witch is a pacifist, and will never put living creatures into harm's way, it does not share that view to soulless beings, such as incubators. As long as humanity believes in itself, this heart will keep beating, allowing life to move on.

The doppel of absolute emotion. Its form is a heartbeat.

LYCORIS SPRENGERI (Takina Inoue)The remora witch. Its nature is absolute logic. It patrols around Lycoris Radiata, gnawing upon the despair Radiata cannot filter off. It converts this despair into energy into its weapon, a great beast in the form of a cannon. Instead of choosing the most amicable strategies like Radiata, it goes for the most tactical strategies, such as if millions die for Lycoris Radiata's sake, so be it. Sometimes, Sprengeri spends its time upon Radiata, listening to its heartbeat. The doppel of absolute logic. Its form is a remora.

Design Notes

For Radiata's design, I utilized Chisato's heart motifs, and the ripped metal beams from the old radio tower that Chisato protected by herself. The name Lycoris Radiata, comes from the red spiderlily

For Sprengeri's design, I made a remora, as Takina is shown to quite the oppurtunist, also she seems to uses huge-ass weapons a lot.

The name Lycoris Sprengeri, comes from the electric blue spiderlily, a lycoris flower that's not quite the iconic red spiderlily also both girls witches are based off the Sakana (fish) and Chinanago (garden eel) meme. I hope you enjoy these gals as much as I did making them!!

[weekend-whip]

Have you assigned every character a flower or just the ones you’ve mentioned?

Everyone's got at least one, just haven't gotten around to making a big deal out of all of 'em yet~

Kai: Gloriosa Flame Lily- "Glory Lily", symbolic of passion, pride, and courage; "every day is an adventure"

Jay: Blue Flowers- symbolic of inspiration; striving for the impossible Morning Glories- symbolic of being in tuned with deep emotions; honesty, trust, intelligence; "love in vain"

Cole: Marigold- overcomer of grief, good luck, inspired protection, power of the individual; unrequited love, targeted envy

Zane: Hydrangea- devotion to a noble cause; frigidity Purple Hydrangea- symbolic of a desire to deeply understand someone

Nya: Amsonia "Blue Star" Blossoms- symbolic of strength, endurance, perseverance, and determination; "there is no bloom quite like you"

Lloyd: Gladiolus- strength of character, honor, and convictions; "give me a break" "Green Star" Gladiolus- no known meaning; reserved for the eye of the beholder Chamomile- "energy in adversity"

Jesse: Camellia- "unpretending excellence" Pink Camellia- symbolic of a longing for someone, or to desire someone that is missed Purple Hyacinth- symbolic of sorrows, grief, apologies; "please forgive me"

Antonia: Orange Tigerlily- symbolic of ambition, self-confidence, warmth, endearing friendship; occasional disdain

Harumi: Snapdragons- symbolic of graciousness, presumption, freedom, power of will; deception Red Spiderlily- symbolic of abandonment, loss, separation; "Flower of Death"

Olivia: Mourningbride- symbolic of unfortunate attachment, significant admiration, and things that will not end well; "i have lost all"

Skylor: Iris- symbolic of hope, wisdom, and admiration; eloquence, and good news, "your friendship means so much to me" Orange Iris- symbolic of bravery and exuberance; confidence and vitality

Pixal: Purple Gladiolus- symbolic of charm, nobility, grandeur, and mysteriousness; "the very meaning of integrity"

Miranda: Zinnia- "remind us to never take those we love for granted" Fuchsia Zinnia- symbolic of unwavering love and dedication

[shuckinbeanz]

Red Spiderlily

warnings/notes: northern duke!au. this is dark, but can be read as dark romance ig. reader is implied to have been sent to their death in exile after being wrongfully? accused(ya'll committed it or not, up to you) of bad bad shit use your imaginations, arranged marriage(not forced, but can be read that way, just know that reader isn’t supposed to outright hate their husband-to-be), dark fairytales, regaining hope, and opening a new chapter in life. this is short af but i love shiggy so I may or may not expand on this because atp i've burnt myself out tryna get in the groove of my other wips :/ i'm probably gonna start a few new series too because i put those ideas on the back burner for a loooong time so yah

New series anyone? Dukes of the North style, BNHA.

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

There were tales about the North, and the vicious eyeless demon who cursed its Dukedom with its eternal oppression. Hair damaged by winter’s neverending harshness, torn skin shamed by the moon. Harebringer of terror, an ugly creature shroud in darkness, bringing fear with him. But the moment that you, who had been accused of great sin and sent to marry into the Northern Dukedom-a so-called ‘flowery exile’ if you will, a complete mockery-had laid your eyes upon him, the so-called eyeless demon, you had realized he was in fact, no demon without eyes at all.

Silvery-white locks that bring shame to the brightest of stars shimmering on the surface of frozen lakes. Skin, though heavily marred, fairer than winter’s first snowflakes. Crimson hues, dulled and almost lifeless from the burden he was born to carry.

In the moment those hues met yours, you could tangibly imagine them lurid. Bright; full of luster, full of spirit, full of love. They reminded you of-

“Spider Lilies.”

“Pardon?” his rasp makes you jolt, realizing you’ve spoken out loud. Old habits die hard. The sight of his frown, of his browline furrowed in perplexion elicits a soft laugh from you. A small smile.

You were always outspoken, despite your family’s best wishes.

“Your eyes remind me of the red spiderlily. Keeper of death, taker of souls.” you begin, “He who drags his victims to their grave, he who protects their rotting corpses from Hell's hounds…” you trail off, watching his frown deepen in what you assumed to be disdain, though it only lasted a moment, “...posing as a purifying poison dyed by the crimson of blood.” 

His chin lifts and a brow quirks, regal in his glory, telling of his lineage; close yet so very distant Royalty.

“He who guides weary souls with his lurid hue to the cycle of rebirth.” you speak, your words, and the meaning behind them, oddly and darkly…romantic, in a sense.

“The red spiderlily.” you repeat softly.

Because the moment you were cast aside from all you knew, you were all but dragged to what they had hoped to be your damned grave; the North. And here, in a place meant for despair, where you had expected your end in nothingness, you encounter a reminder of a dark fairytale from your childhood that inspired what you thought you no longer had. Hope.

A silent understanding hung in the air, heavy. He lifts his arm, offering his palm, with a soft rustle of his heavy cloak and muted metallic chinks sounding from his armor.

Perhaps you did not fall in love with him at first sight. 

Yet, you knew this; he would not drag you to your grave an unwilling soul like they would in a heartbeat. The Duke-the man in front of you, would stay by your side and defend you to the bitter end. He would be that beautiful crimson hue that would lead you beyond to be born anew.

You swear you can already feel the warmth of the future.

You knock the ice from your bones, reaching for his offered hand without hesitation. He releases a soft huff, and you swear, you could see light in his eyes, only for a brief moment. As he turns, you step by his side, and he leads you to the next cycle of your life.

[candybowbeansies]

Red Spiderlily

warnings/notes: northern duke!au. this is dark, but can be read as dark romance ig. reader is implied to have been sent to their death in exile after being wrongfully? accused(ya'll committed it or not, up to you) of bad bad shit use your imaginations, arranged marriage(not forced, but can be read that way, just know that reader isn’t supposed to outright hate their husband-to-be), dark fairytales, regaining hope, and opening a new chapter in life. this is short af but i love shiggy so I may or may not expand on this.

New series anyone? Dukes of the North style, BNHA.

There were tales about the North, and the vicious eyeless demon who cursed its Dukedom with its eternal oppression. Hair damaged by winter’s neverending harshness, torn skin shamed by the moon. Harebringer of terror, an ugly creature shroud in darkness, bringing fear with him. But the moment that you, who had been accused of great sin and sent to marry into the Northern Dukedom-a so-called ‘flowery exile’ if you will, a complete mockery-had laid your eyes upon him, the so-called eyeless demon, you had realized he was in fact, no demon without eyes at all.

Silvery-white locks that bring shame to the brightest of stars shimmering on the surface of frozen lakes. Skin, though heavily marred, fairer than winter’s first snowflakes. Crimson hues, dulled and almost lifeless from the burden he was born to carry.

In the moment those hues met yours, you could tangibly imagine them lurid. Bright; full of luster, full of spirit, full of love. They reminded you of-

“Spider Lilies.”

“Pardon?” his rasp makes you jolt, realizing you’ve spoken out loud. Old habits die hard. The sight of his frown, of his browline furrowed in perplexion elicits a soft laugh from you. A small smile.

You were always outspoken, despite your family’s best wishes.

“Your eyes remind me of the red spiderlily. Keeper of death, taker of souls.” you begin, “He who drags his victims to their grave, he who protects their rotting corpses from Hell's hounds…” you trail off, watching his frown deepen in what you assumed to be disdain, though it only lasted a moment, “...posing as a purifying poison dyed by the crimson of blood.” 

His chin lifts and a brow quirks, regal in his glory, telling of his lineage; close yet so very distant Royalty.

“He who guides weary souls with his lurid hue to the cycle of rebirth.” you speak, your words, and the meaning behind them, oddly and darkly…romantic, in a sense.

“The red spiderlily.” you repeat softly.

Because the moment you were cast aside from all you knew, you were all but dragged to what they had hoped to be your damned grave; the North. And here, in a place meant for despair, where you had expected your end in nothingness, you encounter a reminder of a dark fairytale from your childhood that inspired what you thought you no longer had. Hope.

A silent understanding hung in the air, heavy. He lifts his arm, offering his palm, with a soft rustle of his heavy cloak and muted metallic chinks sounding from his armor.

Perhaps you did not fall in love with him at first sight. 

Yet, you knew this; he would not drag you to your grave an unwilling soul like they would in a heartbeat. The Duke-the man in front of you, would stay by your side and defend you to the bitter end. He would be that beautiful crimson hue that would lead you beyond to be born anew.

You swear you can already feel the warmth of the future.

You knock the ice from your bones, reaching for his offered hand without hesitation. He releases a soft huff, and you swear, you could see light in his eyes, only for a brief moment. As he turns, you step by his side, and he leads you to the next cycle of your life.