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[violet-ram]

quark babygirl you would love vegas <3 💸💸💸

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[4ndeka]

"when you are being hypocritical you are in essence acknowledging that a virtue is worthy of emulating."

silly non-canon thing i couldnt get out of my head 😂 Violet here is from my fic

[seventies70s]

RAHHHHH big strong women scare me I hope none come crawling into my window at night

[esoteric-chaos]

Spring Equinox Masterpost- Spoonie Witch Friendly

Art Credit: Anastasia Catris

The Spring Equinox, also called the Vernal Equinox or Ostara, is usually celebrated between the 21st of March in the Northern Hemisphere (In the Southern Hemisphere around September 20th or 21st)

In 2024, Ostara and the Spring Equinox land in the Northern Hemisphere on Monday, March 19th.

The Spring Equinox celebrates the arrival of spring. Celebrating balance, growth, and new beginnings as Winter has finally ended.

Spring Equinox Correspondances

Colours

Light Green

Lavender

Sunny Yellow

Light Blue

Pastel Pink

White

Herbal

Lemongrass

Daffodils

Tulips

Violets

Apple Tree

Cherry Blossom

Primrose

Birch tree

Hyacinths

Dandelion

Garlic

Ash tree

Jasmine

Edibles

Honey

Salad greens

Spring veggies

Fresh berries

Mead

Herbs

Eggs

Seeds

Bread

Edible flowers

Quiches

Custards

Maple

Animals

Hares

Baby Chicks

Snakes

Robins

Bees

Butterflies

Phoenix

Ram

Crystals

Fluorite

Moonstone

Silver

Aquamarine

Clear Quartz

Amazonite

Symbols

Bonfires

Flowers

Rabbits

Eggs

Seeds

Baskets

Flowering or Tree Buds

Lambs

Birds

Spiritual meanings

Purification

Cleansing (removal of stagnant energy)

Growth

Transition

Motivation

Balance

Birth

Good fortune

Kindness

Joy

Fertility

Scents

Coconut

Citrus

Floral scents (rose, lilac, jasmine, etc)

Herbal scents (rosemary, basil, mint, etc)

Gods / Goddesses / Spirits

Eostre –  (Anglo-Saxon)

Aphrodite - (Greek)

Gaia - (Celtic)

Gaea - (Greek)

Venus - (Roman)

Athena - (Greek)

Aurora - (Roman)

Eos - (Greek)

Isis – (Egyptian)

Freya - (Norse) 

Persephone - (greek)

Cybele - (Roman)

The Green Man - (Celtic)

Odin – (Norse) 

Osiris – (Egyptian)

Pan – (Greek)

Thoth – (Egyptian)

Adonis – (Greek)

Apollon –  (Greek)

Apollo - (Roman)

Need some suggestions to celebrate? I've got you covered.

High energy celebrations and ritual

Deep cleaning of the hearth and home

Nature hikes

Visiting farmers markets

Making preserves

Create a fae garden

Create a seasonal altar

Abundance/Prosperity ritual

New beginnings ritual

Low energy celebrations 

Wear pastels

Create flower crowns

Light a candle with scent correspondence

No spoon celebrations 

Opening a window

Journaling Prompts

Keeping hydrated

Drink floral tea

Rest

How you celebrate the holiday does not matter. You can choose to do any activity that feels right. These are only suggestions and remember that you're enough no matter what.

Also please note some stuff is UPG. A great book is Year of the Witch by Temperance Alden for honouring the celebrations and if you wanted to work more seasonally. It's not Wiccan-based and has plenty of resources for every witch.

Feel free to post how you celebrate in the comments or reblogs!

Want to see more of my posts? Check out my Wheel of the Year Masterpost or my Main Masterpost.

[snuggleboots]

Akatsuki parents? Akatsuki parents.

because I like shoehorning my experiences into my ninja bullshit. Hope y'all enjoy my rambling. : )

Feat. Hidan, Kakuzu, Kisame, Itachi.

Hidan ends up a girl-dad, and a proud one at that, given your daughter is a complete fucking gremlin, just like him. An aggressive toddler that looks like a tiny little sweetheart, with chubby cheeks, gorgeous violet eyes framed by the prettiest eyelashes you'd ever seen, and hair that looks like a carbon copy of your own. Her little smiles are a mixed bag, and you never know whether to expect cute baby affection or chaos that no toddler her size should realistically be capable of bringing into existence.

Nobody expects it when she toddles on up, all tiny, squishy hands and 'awwww, hug?'s, only to turn on a dime and start biting, smacking, or pinching- all while wearing a huge grin that she must have inherited from her dad, or giggling like a squeaky hinge. Babysitters do not last, Hidan finds absolutely nothing more hilarious than seeing another one leave haggard and never pick up jobs from either of you again.

She's a natural climber, knows no fear, and loves nothing more than climbing up onto the back of the couch and waiting. 'Oh no, 'M stuck!' is a goddamn trap. It took a couple pint-sized ambushes, wherein she lunges, catches some serious air, and rams into you or Hidan at full force to learn that lesson. Your natural state becomes STRESSED. Hidan, on the other hand? Constantly entertained. That little girl can do literally no wrong, because, shit, she's just emulating her dad, obviously.

If it's possible for a toddler to be sarcastic, she is, and it's only ever when she's using her manners. One tiny little eyebrow cocked, a crooked smile and cooed, 'Oh, nooo. So-orry!' Hidan has literally cried from laughing so hard, until she turned it on him. One big, angry bitemark on his forearm later, and those tittering giggles and 'Uh-oh, you o'tay? Uh-oh!' felt just a little more irritating than when they were directed towards you. He's even less impressed when you're laughing right alongside your little devil-child.

Older kids tried, once, to pick on the little girl who laughed too loud and played too hard. Unfortunately for them, she's always had a set of lungs and knew damn well how to use them. One blood-chilling shriek- not because she's hurt, but because she knew he'd hear, and haha, there's dad. Big, fat crocodile tears, a quivering pout and squeaky, 'Oh, no!' and it was game on.

Hidan doesn't give a fuck how old a snot-nosed shithead might be, his bullying is indiscriminate and he's had far longer to refine his insults than they have. She's rarely bullied, because word spreads and it's hard for a kid to bounce back from such heated and targeted shit-talk, even harder to bounce back when they watch some whooping, laughing maniac beat the shit out of their dad for trying to step in. You were only slightly surprised, and a little concerned when your little gremlin laughed and squealed over the playground dad on dad beatdown.

Deidara drops by from time to time, and he seems to have as much fun wrangling your tiny little hellion as Hidan does. He doesn't mind the fact that she can be aggressively playful, and takes absolute delight in the way her eyes go wide and shine with awe when he shows off his art. She's fascinated by his hair, and you find some remarkable moments of quiet and peace when she's perched on the couch with him on the floor, her chubby fingers toying with and carding through the golden mane that's somehow smoother and shinier than silk. If he minds the fact that she essentially pets him like a cat, he certainly doesn't mention it. 'Awww! So sof', so sof'.' Between Deidara and Hidan's high energy capacity for mischief, his visits always end up with your daughter properly knackered, and mercifully tame for the rest of the day.

Kakuzu didn't want kids the same way a dad doesn't want the dog his kids inevitably end up bringing home. You two ended up with a daughter, and at some point, somehow, someway, he became begrudgingly attached and takes over everything surrounding that little baby. Maybe it was the fact that when he looks into her eyes, he sees a soft, sweet mirror of his own, moss-green eyes that haven't yet seen the horrors of the world and the awful things that wait within it. Either way, the most miniscule part of him that can still feel love does, and every ounce of it belongs to her. You have your share, but you know that his daughter put the moon and the stars in his sky again.

Your full-time job becomes raising her, the little lady that sees the world with his eyes and speaks remarkably well for a tiny toddler her age. There's not a snowball's chance in hell that he'd trust some random to watch over his girl. You're just lucky that she's an honest delight to raise, although that might be your own bias talking. Kakuzu does a lot of reading with her, and it's almost comical to see a man like him drawling and grumbling through a ten-paged book about a little pig's wild adventures in kindness.

When Kakuzu's balancing books in the evening and she can't sleep, she always seems to find her way to the kitchen table where the old bounty hunter is pouring over expenses and budgets. Tiny fingers count on an abacus while he counts stacks of green, and when he loses count because she's quietly chatting away to the walls and the table and his ears when they listen, he can't even find it in himself to be upset. Not when those pretty eyes turn their gaze to him and she bids her sweet 'uh oh, sorry papa'. For all his power, he can be weak in those moments that make his heart just a little happier.

Innocent, and unacquainted with the temper that almost defines him as a man, she isn't afraid of him, she isn't afraid of him, she isn't afraid of him. Never had she, nor will she ever bear witness to the ugly, vicious face of his short-fuse and hellfire wrath.

That sweet little girl is spoiled, and that's only because she never seems to ask for anything herself. So polite, for one so small. When little green eyes sparkle because they fell upon a pretty dress, a toy, a book that has her oohing and ahhing, a little cup that has a straw 'oh, wow!' and a cute little pig printed on the plastic 'ohh! a piggy! haha, oink oink!' - who is he to turn his head and leave it at that?

She could ask for the moon, and it would be all he could do to bid a slow, pensive nod and murmured assurance, 'It only sits in the sky for you.'

Hidan is a frequent and uninvited visitor, and while normally you'd find that to be cause for concern it's quickly proven pointless to worry given the fact that if Kakuzu isn't grouching him under control, your daughter has a hilarious talent for putting him in his place. Seeing the zealot sat on your couch, being prodded and chided by a girl less than half his size is certainly a sight to behold; hearing her tut and chastise him in a way she must have learned from her dad for putting his feet on the coffee table, shoes on the couch, or his drink on the side table without a coaster is absolutely hysterical. 'Stains are 'spensive! Feet down!'

Kakuzu's sweet little mini-me: breathes

Kakuzu:

Kisame takes on the dad role like he was born for it, after a small period of adjustment. You two end up having a boy and a girl, and he's practically putty in their little hands. Your boy is huge, had been since he was a baby - which is natural, Hoshigaki kids are just... big, generally. Your girl caught both of you off guard, only because she's so tiny. The sibling dynamic is chaos, but a warm one that always seems to leave Kisame cackling or grinning over something ridiculous those two end up getting into.

Your boy is like a walking clone of his dad, and even as a little boy he's already standing as tall as your ribs. Slate-blue hair as soft as cornsilk, teeth that make you grateful he was never a biter, and little gills bracketing his throat. Soft-spoken, a little shy outside of his parents, and constantly looking to wrestle and play. If you're doing something, he's a guaranteed little helper - he likes to help with cooking when you let him. If his baby sister is getting into trouble, he's either helping her do it to make sure she's safe, or he's the one carrying a kicking, griping toddler to one of you two to handle. Yeah, he's a bit of a narc- but it's always for a good cause. He's a fretful big brother.

Your girl is probably the most precious little baby you'd ever met, and Kisame is quite literally helpless against her doe-eyes and deceptively sweet, cheery little voice. Where her brother is quiet, she is loud; where he's happier to follow the rules and keep out of trouble, she's a born rule-breaker that finds boundaries just to test them. When you stumble upon her in the midst of some suspiciously quiet, pint-sized anarchy, she always manages to look surprised that you ever caught her in the first place. She looks like you, if you were knee-height and sporting tiny little daggers for teeth and gills on your cheekbones. Kisame blames you entirely for her gremlin personality.

Kisame does not discipline unless he needs to, because he feels awful when big, sweet baby eyes look at him with complete betrayal that he dared to tell them no, or stop them from pulling off some kind of crazy baby scheme that would make your hair grey from stress. Quivering pouts or teary eyes and he's gotta tap out.

Babysitters adore your kids when they behave, but Kisame vets any you hire thoroughly because he's more than a little protective of his babes. It's like they're each a half of his heart living outside his body and he honestly struggles to manage the overwhelming love and affection they pump into his veins every day. He could, and gladly would break fingers over something as minute as hurt feelings.

You hold the sole rights to discipline outside the house, too. If either of your ankle-biters act out their mischief in public, and someone tries to step up and throw in their two cents, Kisame's massive silhouette and mean, sawtooth grin are very effective deterrents.

Itachi is a semi-frequent visitor, and both of your children love him fiercely. You're half-convinced that he has some kind of Uchiha magnetism, given the fact that he'd won over not one, but three Hoshigaki by the sheer power of his quiet, soothing presence. Kisame takes great amusement in watching your little lady climb all over the poor man, and your son sidle up beside him with his favourite book to chat his ear off about the adventures that lay within it. Itachi, to his credit, never ever seems to mind the undivided attention of the lively gilled babes.

Kisame, and his pint-sized sidekick: getting into Hoshigaki-brand bullshit

You, with your sweet little chore buddy: > : ( no- one hundred times, no!

Kisame, and his tiny co-maker of mayhem: betrayed, bamboozled, and somehow? positively shocked that you found out

Itachi slips seamlessly into a domestic role, despite how long he'd been absent from one. Childrearing almost seems like his god-given purpose in life once he actually sets himself to it, and the second you two brought home your cooing, burbling baby it was on. He's happy, grateful to stay home and take care of your son, tend to the home and make your transition back to work as smooth of a process as possible.

It's an all-too common scene to come home and find the Uchiha at task in the kitchen, tending to a meal simmering on the stove while your squishy, pudgy-cheeked and sleepy eyed boy perched on his hip with a tenderness that makes your heart hurt. Even as a clumsy little toddler, he's never found very far from his dad. If Itachi is cleaning, there's his little mini-me, trying to help and earning gentle encouragement and a soft, fond smile for his efforts.

Honestly, your little guy is the most well-mannered, well-adjusted, well-spoken toddler you've ever met. He genuinely likes to help, to the point that it sometimes becomes a problem because he's very determined when there's any little problem set out in front of him. At the park, playing with other little babes, he's more concerned with making sure everyone's playing fair and playing safe than he is about actually having any fun himself. He's a bit of a worrywart for someone his age, and half the time it feels like he's the self-appointed tiny guardian of his friend group. Someone trips and skins a knee? 'Are you okay? We can sit down for a little. It's okay.' A born father, is your Itachi.

Who, for a man so reserved and soft-spoken, is hellbent on making sure his son has the most peaceful, memorable childhood he can possibly offer. Not a day is wasted in your household, even a lazy day is an opportunity to make memories and spend some honest, quality time with the people he loves most. You three can cook meals together, with your boy set to work at taste-testing and mixing ingredients under the quiet, watchful eye of his dad. He never wants for encouragement, love, affection, or little things that catch his eye; it would be wrong to call him spoiled, because he isn't, but there is little he wants that he doesn't receive.

Your secondary job is bullying Itachi into taking a day to relax and unwind, because although your son is essentially the perfect child, it's still a lot of work to raise him. Even when you're the primary parent on those days off, he's never far away, and always finding sneaky ways to slip back into dad-mode rather than actually relax. Half the time it takes you putting your son on the job of wrangling his dad just to make the man sit down, crack open a book and let himself just be. That typically entails your little boy gently chiding his father in a way you're certain he learned from the Uchiha himself- and god, it makes your heart melt. 'No, no. Gotta have your tea, it's gonna get cold', 'Sit, sit, sit. Sometimes we need to sit, papa. Gotta rest!'

Kisame loves to visit, he makes that fact no secret. For a man so massive, so intimidating, he handles your boy like glass- as if he's afraid a little rough play might break him. And your son, always as sweet as he is smart, adores the company. His questions know no limits, and he's a clever little babe about getting answers without actually asking questions. 'Can we go swimming? You must swim fast- can you swim under water? I can hold my breath longer than you can.' You once got to watch the boy perched at the end of a dock for half an hour, holding a staring contest with the swordsman who'd been stubbornly sat at the bottom of the lake's shallows for at least half an hour. That thoroughly entertained grin on the swordsman's face when he flared his gills told you he knew what exactly your boy was so curious about when he'd challenged him in the first place.

[donkeybro]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

(Man, 2023 was a year to say the least. But hey! It’s behind us now, let’s look forward to 2024!)

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[magussanctorium-if]

If it doesn't fall into spoiler territory, do you have any facts or information about the houses? What makes them distinct from one another?

Of course! You will also receive additional information about the houses in game! And, as always, feel free to ask any clarifying questions if you have any.

So, as I said in the intro post, the way students are sorted is by home nation. During the school phase (Chapters 1 to 5), there's really no difference between the houses besides which characters you'll have more opportunities to talk with.

During the war phase (Chapter 6 to 10), is when houses really matter. By tying the houses to the respective nations, when you choose a house you align yourself with that nation.

Each house/route will have a different opinion and approach to the war as well as different secrets to find. There is no "true"/"right" route(s).

That said, there is information about the houses/routes under the cut.

Fern Bears/The Rasuadies Empire

The Rasuadies Empire is located in the North of Pentagiim. It is the largest of the 5 nations of Pentagiim. Their natural landscape are densely wooded forests. It is governed by the imperial family and a handful of ministers/advisors. Historically, it had butted heads with the now-extinct Ebolon Empire in the south. Since the Ebolon Empire's defeat, the Rasuadies Empire has been the main power of Pentagiim for generations.

Known For: Military Size and Strength

General Offensive Strength: High

General Defensive Strength: Average

Proficient Terrain: Forest, Cities

Proficient Skills: Dark Magic, Axes, Swords, Leadership

Diplomacy Ability: Average

Discoverable Secrets: Few to Average

Allies: The Esperlands Republic, The Quailax Kingdom

Offense, Defense, or Neutral: Neutral-Defense

Risk Level: 3/10

Cobalt Snakes/The Espersland Republic

The Espersland Republic is located in the East of Pentagiim. It is the second largest of the 5 nations of Pentagiim. Their natural landscape are river deltas and the coastline. It is governed by a group of 7 nobles called the Great Circle. Historically, they have been the target of many invasions due to how easy it is to access them.

Known For: Trading and Merchants

General Offensive Strength: Low

General Defensive Strength: Very High

Proficient Terrain: Water, Cities

Proficient Skills: Light Magic, Polearms, Aerial Combat, Strategy

Diplomacy Ability: High

Discoverable Secrets: Average

Allies: The Rasuaides Empire, The Iseadesh Alliance

Offense, Defense, or Neutral: Neutral-Offense

Risk Level: 4/10

Maroon Rams/The Iseadesh Alliance

The Iseadesh Alliance is located in the South-East of Pentagiim. It is the second smallest of the 5 nations of Pentagiim. Their natural landscape are vast plains and fields. It is governed by a group of 5 nobles called the High Council. Historically, it formed the now-extinct Ebolon Empire with the Lupuv Caelait Territory. It has been skirmishing with the Lupuv Caelait Territory for years since the dissolution of the Ebolon Empire.

Known For: Agriculture and Arts

General Offensive Strength: Average

General Defensive Strength: Average

Proficient Terrain: Plains, Flatlands

Proficient Skills: Light Magic, Bows, Calvary, Herbology

Diplomacy Ability: Average

Discoverable Secrets: Average to Many

Allies: The Espersland Republic

Offense, Defense, or Neutral: Offense & Defense

Risk Level: 7/10

Violet Foxes/The Lupuv Caelait Territory

The Lupuv Caelait Territory is located in the South-West of Pentagiim. It is the smallest nation of the 5 nations of Pentagiim. Their natural landscape are marshland fields bordered by mountains, but it is nothing more than a barren wasteland today. It is governed by a group of nobility called the Conclave of Nobles. Historically, it once formed the Great Ebolon Empire with the Iseadesh Alliance. Ever since the defeat of the Great Ebolon Empire at the hands of the Rasuaides Empire, the land has been turned into a wasteland swarmed with monsters and strange creatures. It has also been skirmishing with the Iseadesh Alliance for a while.

Known For: Rare Monster Products and Magical Ingredients

General Offensive Strength: Average

General Defensive Strength: Average

Proficient Terrain: Marshlands, Wastelands

Proficient Skills: Light Magic, Dark Magic, Swords, Alchemy

Diplomacy Ability: Low-Average

Discoverable Secrets: Many

Allies: The Quailax Kingdom

Offense, Defense, or Neutral: Offense & Defense

Risk: 8/10

Sun Eagles/The Quailax Kingdom

The Quailax Kingdom is located in the West of Pentagiim. It is the third biggest nation of the 5 nations of Pentagiim. Their natural landscape are high mountains. It is governed by the royal family. Historically, the Quailax Kingdom has been shut off from the rest of Pentagiim, the former monarchy wanting to keep the nation secretive. A civil war was fought to open the kingdom up to Pentagiim, with backing support from the Rasuaides Empire.

Known For: Ores and Metalwork

General Offensive Strength: High

General Defensive Strength: High

Proficient Terrain: Mountains, Passes/Small Spaces

Proficient Skills: Dark Magic, Heavy Weapons, Armor, Arithmancy

Diplomacy Ability: Low

Discoverable Secrets: Many

Allies: The Rasuaides Empire, The Espersland Republic, The Lupuv Caelait Territory

Offense, Defense, or Neutral: Offense & Defense

Risk: 6/10

[theriverspath]

The Song of the Supreme Archangel: Chapter 1

Rated Teen. Written for a daily prompt challenge on Sendarya's discord server. Prompt: "Loud, so everyone can hear" from The way you said "I love you."

All was chaos. Bits of rock and rubble revolved within a gray-white void. The sounds of swords in conflict, animalistic screeches and yowls, and the whoosh of flames echoed among the debris. The battlefield had erupted into war, and both sides were hard at work. There was no up or down, nor left or right in this space. The beings that battled each other did not constrain their efforts to the laws of the physical world. The only constant, fixed point was a single building. On it, gold lettering above a red door read "A. Z. FELL AND Co."

The door opened. In it stood the Supreme Archangel of Heaven. He placidly surveyed the mayhem, as if uninterested in the general proceedings. His immaculately groomed appearance indicated his lack of direct involvement in the fighting. A waistcoat the color of molten sunlight peeked out from a crisp white suit. A gold chain slung below his colorless bowtie. It matched the one that ran across the buttoned front of the waistcoat to disappear beneath the suit’s jacket. He already wore one fawn-colored leather glove. As he slipped on the other, it covered a gold signet ring. A tan coat was draped across his shoulders, the sleeves hanging empty. A broach in the shape of a single wing decorated the left lapel. The coat’s popped collar emphasized his round face. A single, thin line of gold paint ran from the apex of his widow’s peak to just above his star-pupiled, violet eyes. Wherever he turned his head, a nimbus of radiant glory highlighted his short, platinum curls from behind.

Eventually, he seemed to spot what he was looking for. His white leather shoes made no sound as he stepped out of the shop and onto some sort of invisible, arbitrary ground plane. Approaching him out of the surrounding fray was his oldest enemy.

Four muscular, scantily-clad demons each balanced on their shoulder one of the corner poles to an uncovered platform. A fifth demon walked in front, setting the pace. Upon the platform, towering above the litter carriers, was a throne. The ebony frame was intricately carved to mimic flame. A blackened rams’ skull added height and majesty to the top. Blood red velvet cushions gave it a luxurious drama. Draped across the seat as if his body no longer cared to conform to the expectations of bones, sat Crowley.

When the litter reached Aziraphale, the demons stopped. The four that held the throne slowly lowered to one knee. The fifth stepped to the front of the platform. They also dropped themself to a knee, then held up a hand. With a fluid movement, Crowley stood from the throne. He took the offered hand, then stepped a bare, scaled foot down onto the sturdy thigh of the demon before him. Another step down, and he was on the same invisible ground as Aziraphale. The litter bearers all stood in unison, and took several steps back, leaving the two alone. As they retreated, the Supreme Archangel eyed the goat skull that decorated the chair. There was a tinge of sadness in his voice when he spoke.

“So, this is what you’ve become. A Prince of Hell.”

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Read the entire work on AO3.

Battlefield inspired by unused concept art for season 2.

Aziraphale’s outfit inspired by this fanart by @gingerhaole.

Crowley’s outfit inspired by my desire to put Crowley in a slinky dress.

[opera-ghosts]

"Oh Promise Me" Marie Rappold (composer Reginald De Koven for "Robin Hood") lyrics by Clement Scott

Marie Rappold sings "Oh Promise Me."

This song composed by Reginald De Koven was once famous.

It was first sung in 1887 in a musical show titled Robin Hood.

This performance on Edison Amberol 28029 is from 1913.

Lyrics are by Clement Scott.

Oh, promise me that someday you and I Will take our love together to some sky Where we may be alone and faith renew, And find the hollows where those flowers grew, Those first sweet violets of early spring, Which come in whispers, thrill us both, and sing Of love unspeakable that is to be; Oh, promise me! Oh, promise me!

Oh, promise me that you will take my hand, The most unworthy in this lonely land, And let me sit beside you in your eyes, Seeing the vision of our paradise, Hearing God's message while the organ rolls Its mighty music to our very souls, No love less perfect than a life with thee; Oh, promise me! Oh, promise me!

Oh Promise Me is a song with music by Reginald De Koven and lyrics by Clement Scott. The song was written in 1887 and first published in 1889 by G. Schirmer, Inc. as an art song. It is believed that De Koven based the melody of "O Promise Me" partly on "Music Proibita", a popular song by Italian composer Stanislao Gastaldon. In 1890, De Koven wrote his most successful comic opera, Robin Hood. After opening night, the contralto playing Alan-a-Dale, Jessie Bartlett Davis, demanded a song to better show off her voice, threatening to walk out of the production. De Koven inserted "Oh Promise Me" into the score for her.

The sheet music sold over a million copies in 1890 and continued to gain popularity for several decades, being performed by many artists. The song remains popular as a wedding song both in America and in the UK. In 1957, American vocal group The Platters recorded a cover of the song, with authorship credited solely to the group's manager Buck Ram, with no mention of the original composers.

Robin Hood is a comic opera by Reginald De Koven (music), Harry B. Smith (lyrics) and Clement Scott (lyrics of "Oh Promise Me"). The story is based on the Robin Hood legend, during the reign of King Richard I (1189-1199 AD). The opera was composed in Chicago, Illinois during the winter of 1888-1889.

The opera was first performed at the Chicago Opera House on 9 June 1890. It was produced by the Boston Ideal Opera Company, also known as the Bostonians. The opera opened in New York at the Standard Theatre on September 22, 1891 and was produced in London at the Prince of Wales Theatre in 1891 with a new title, Maid Marian. It was revived at the Knickerbocker Theater on Broadway on April 30, 1900. Other Broadway revivals were in 1902 at the Academy of Music, in 1912 at New Amsterdam Theatre with Walter Hyde in the title role, in 1918 at the Park Theatre, in 1929 at the Casino Theatre and Jolson's 59th Street Theatre, in 1932 at Erlanger's Theatre, and in 1944 at the Adelphi Theatre.

Marie Rappold (17 August 1872 – 12 May 1957) Opera Singer. She was a dramatic soprano who sang in many of the world's leading opera houses. Born to a German family that moved to Brooklyn, New York City, New York when she was about five, she studied voice with Oscar Saenger, and sang with the Amberg German Opera Company. Her Metropolitan Opera debut was on November 22, 1905, in Karl Goldmark's "The Queen of Sheba". From then until 1920, she sang 198 performances of 23 different roles with the company, being particularly known for the title character in "Aida". Her first appearances in Paris, France were in 1908, and she made her Milan, Italy debut in 1911. Early in her career, she was an exclusive artist with Edison Studios during the World War I years, which ran a marketing campaign in which they would set up a top-of-the line Edison Diamond Disc Phonograph, have a live singer present, darken the theatre, and ask the audience to guess which was which; Madame Rappold was the "live" singer for the first demonstration, at Carnegie Hall, on April 28, 1916. In 1922, she appeared in a short film made by Lee De Forest using his Phonofilm process, an early experiment in linking sound to video. She sang in the world premiere of Frank Patterson's "The Echo" in 1925, and once performed "Aida" in Yankee Stadium. She left a large legacy of recordings, made with both Edison and Victor.

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I just read your OW fanfic and i have to say i loved it sm 😭😭‼️‼️

The part where violet started having a breakdown over a muffin is so real though because if i had been through all that and got a bran muffin i would react like that too

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Here's some silly lil doodles i did for ch8 while i was at work ❤

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Wonderlust - Rorali Caspian

Wonderlust

A low, musical humming jumps through the medically still air, off key and out of step with the magical buzzing and the thumping of powerful surges of energy being pushed out in rhythmic heartbeats. The discharged knocked against polished stone walls decorated in thousands of papers, beaded trinkets and crafts held together with twine and resourcefully brewed paste. The pieces of parchment that are posted on the short cell walls consist of drawings of two women in both refined and completed detail, filled in wispy gesture drawing and quick, fond sketches. One of the women appears to be older, with pale skin graced with the warm touch of a sprinkle of freckles over her cheeks and nose and a wave of hot red curls cascading over her shoulders. From the figure sketches of her, she was a heavy set woman with full curves and she is depicted in mainly long, flowing dresses made of shimmering and light colored fabric. From the drawings that have been deemed important enough to be filled in with the valuable and limited resource of pigments, her eyes are a brilliant sea glass blue and her nose, lips and the apples of her cheeks are a rich and peachy pink. 

The second woman that is posted is significantly younger than the other and appears in a multitude of different media and forms. She has a small and lithe frame often drawn under the sweeping motions of a large, navy cape and garbed in polished and intricate leathers. There are many drawings of her on long posters of parchment that show her vaulting over obstacles and leaping across gaps in rooftops. Some show her engulfed by smiling faces in taverns, sitting in the heart of the joyous festivities of her companions. Carefully selected pieces have an animation spell cast on them, demonstrating the sharpness of the blades that she wields as she drives them through the soft spots of her enemies. The pictures tell a story of her life, images ranging from an infant cradled in the swaddle of the red haired woman who rocked the bundle against her chest to a young child, missing a front tooth who is noticing the first pokes of her horns pushing through her messy tuft of purple hair, a teenager sitting at a round table of a poker game, her sly fingers slipping away cards from her poorly dealt hand and her keen eyes hunting down her opponents’ tells. 

The most recent and overall a large majority of the art works that incorporate this character are portrait shots of her face. Far more pigments are used for her images, demonstrating her pink colored skin, violet strands and colored horns that curve around the back of her head in the shape of a ‘c’, mirroring those of a ram that are colored by an ombre of indigo that fades into a charcoal black. Her face is etched into parchment in an assortment of different poses, expressions and angles with ever changing backgrounds. Her hair is also drawn in different styles and lengths, both up and down, neatly secured with ornamental pins and hastily tied up with old elastic bands and twine. 

Strung up like twinkling stars in the night sky are assortments of trinkets and small hand crafts. Glass and crystal beads of assortments of natural hues and vibrant colors sit side by side on string and twine and are laced into intricate shapes to make forms of small animals and reptiles while some pieces are simply nicely assorted bracelets and necklaces. Tassels of bundles of feathers and furs that look like they could be looped or clipped into the ends of weapons or used to decorate spell casters’ staffs and focuses are little across the floor of the cell that is cluttered with ceramic sculptures and hand drawn maps. From the ceiling a wooden wheel covered in a thick layer of bright green moss hands and from it dangle stained jars and terracotta  pots secured by thick cords of rope. From the containers sprout medicinal herbs and plants, some planted in soil and home are hydroponic, floating in just a water solution. 

As the wheel creaks and the bottles and pots clink as it turns ever so slowly, rocking from the force of the magical hits from outside the stone walls of the cell. It’s complaints sound softly along with the repetitive ‘tink’s that sound from the a mallet hammering against a smaller, fine metal tool with a flat head, pushing framing pieces of silver below the raised edges of purple and blue fragments of crystals, securing them to the leather cover of an age journal. The jagged and raw edges of the gems shone and radiated between colors in the rays of stun streaking through the barred, stained glass window that casted colorful refractions that danced across the walls and floor of the cell. The journal, it’s leather now soft and pliant from age, stood tall off of the ground. Already a very thick book due to its bent and worn out spine and separate pieces of paper with notes written on them, dried plants and flowers and whatever else is thin enough to close the pages around, the inclusions of the crystals only made it’s stature more mighty. 

Hunched over the journal, sat with crossed legs just before it with a focused expression was the scrawny frame of a tiefling male with short little horns that licked over the back of his purple tuft of shaggy hair then flared back up at the crown of his head. From him originated the off-count humming as he paused his leather working to lift the journal from the makeshift workspace he made by laying out the forest green fabric of his cloak. Warm brown eyes surrounded in a yellow sclera stand out against the sunken skin of his face as they study his work. His spindly hands hold the journal at different angles, flashing it in different rays of light before letting out another hum and placing it back down on his cape. 

“Alright now… Just a few more finishing touches.” The man spoke to himself as he pushed his glasses made of a thin gold frame and shards of colored glass up onto the bridge of his nose where they sat crooked because of the dents and bends at the bridge and ear pieces that they have developed over the years. He shifted from his seated position, moving only as much as necessary to reach the adventuring pack that he had discarded in one of the corners of the cell and searched through it, pulling small, bright yellow pieces of a calcite like crystal and an old and bent box that looked like it was about to fold in on itself. Quickly he went back to pressing the pieces of crystals into the cover of the journal, continuing to hum and mutter to himself as he worked. Again he studied his craftsman shift, judging to see if his efforts were up to standard, running a hand through his grown out, scruffy beard that was littered with stray gray hairs as his eyes scanned over the cover. 

His hands carefully secured the journal closed by pulling the elastic ribbon over the pages inside and snapping the leather strap extending from the back cover into place on the front. Handling the book between his hands, he gave it one last look over before he stood, picking up the box of chalk that was tossed to the side while he worked. As he stepped away from his station his previously upbeat and eccentric demeanor shifted a more serious and critical one. He approached a uncharacteristically clear space in the clutter of the cell, an assortment of different runes and arcane drawings etched into the wall, a majority unfinished and smudged. The box strained as the man opened it and dug into the very bottom, carefully picking out the smallest sliver of multicolored chalk that radiated with a disorienting glow, creating a feeling of vertigo if one looked at it directly for too long. “Quickly now Asair, you’ve spent too long fiddling about, she’ll be here soon.” He hissed under his breath as he quickly sketched the shape of an oval onto the wall, about two foot tall and a foot across. As his outline transferred onto the stone, it began to glow with the effect of light refracting through a clear prism, its intensity growing stronger and the rays stretching further across the cell as the man brought a palm to the center of the shape. He let his tired eyes fall closed as he spoke in a foreign language under his breath, a familiar sensation of warm, glittering energy growing and balling up in his chest and flowing down a line down his arm and splitting off into separate branches in the pads of his fingers. As his murmurings progressed, his volume and intensity behind the words he spoke grew as he progressed towards the end of a spell, underneath his fingers appeared swirling orbits of the light and environment of another world. The swirls span and grow with a tearing sensation as they rip apart the fabric of reality to create a one sided mirror and portal. Because of the urgency that the man had while casting the spell, rushing it as much as possible without causing any detrimental side effects, the image that appeared was blurred and cast in shadows. Light sources shown too bright to be able to see clearly and cast a severe flare across the image and shadows were a murky, indiscernible mess. From his hurried glance he was able to make out the scene of a group of travelers gathered in a shared camp. A majority danced in pairs around a blazing bonfire while a handful stood out from the festivities, playing different instruments together to strike up a musical tone that was rung in muffled beats through the magic of the spell. Immediately, a short figure caught his eye and filled his heart with a sweet fondness and love as he watched her cloaked figure stumble through the fast steps of the unfamiliar dance. She seemed to bicker and fight with her partner, even taking a few ineffective strikes against him as his attempts to swoon her persisted even with her clear disdain for him. 

“Oh my dear…You are quite a character.” He chuckled as he pulled his eyes away from the mirror and looked down at the journal in his hand, “I hope this finds its way to you safely…I double and triple checked my math, but I will admit it is not my strong suit.” The portal surged as the leather bound journal was raised to its surface, a few cracks breaking into the surface, from which crackles of white magical energy snapped from. The man filled his chest with air, feeling the twisting and turning ball of energy grow in potency. He took in a second big breath, pushing the energy through his arm and to his hand yet again as his murmurings picked back up. The mirror shot out more sparks of energy as more power filled it, straining as the man forced the journal through it causing it to collapse in on itself the moment the object passed all the way through. A blast of air brushed through his tousled hair as the corners of the oval he had drawn rapidly shut down towards the center like a force of gravity had pulled them in, a fiery ‘whoosh’ sounding through the cell as it did so. 

The sound of a heavy metal door slamming shut just down the hall followed by the heavy footsteps of heeled feet echoed into the cell, along with the quiet murmurings of a posh and noble voice. A seed of dread began to grow in the pit of his stomach as the sounds reached his ears. He pushed himself to stave off the disheartening feelings with a smile and heavy sigh as she let his fingers drop from the wall where his spell was once cast, the remains of arcane energy uncoiling from the center of his chest and dispersing through the rest of his body where they lay dormant until use. He took a moment to himself with his back turned to the door of his cell as the footsteps neared, their volume growing loud enough that it was all that he was able to hear. He again pushed up the frames of his glasses, ran a hand through his hair and dusted off his clothes and put an easy going, welcoming smile as he turned on his heel, greeting the figures that cast looming shadows into the room. 

“Back so soon? I’m starting to think you have a crush on me!” 

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Oh god I haven't posted much here anyways heres some of my ocs

Probably post some lore bout them soon lol

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Care to share some facts about the ROs?

There's 15 ROs which is insane of me to do so I'll keep all of it brief so I don't lose my mind LMAO!

I'm also grouping them by house so it's easier to navigate!

Fern Bears

Thalen - They're the only child of the Prime Minister of the Rasuaides Empire and are the childhood friend & playmate of the Rasuaides Empire's heir, Princess Erela Everkeep.

Drelyth - She is one of the few "commoner" students at The Magus Sactorium and has a habit of overworking herself trying to "prove" she belongs there.

Azaha - While he's good at art in general, his passion is in sculpting/carving, particularly wood carving which was his first medium when he was starting to learn.

Cobalt Snakes

Sumiel - Her parents were killed in front of her during the Siege of Brismak Bay, a battle that occurred during the Tiragor Invasion.

Afthel - When they're not in class or at mandatory training, they can be found either in the library in the far right back corner or in their room.

Rumik - He was also orphaned during the Tiragor Invasion. His extended family took him and Sumiel in afterwards.

Maroon Rams

Casithar - He is the youngest house leader of the Maroon Rams in history and he relies heavily on his fellow house leaders for help with direction.

Anwyn - He is the younger son of one of the main nobles seated on the Iseadesh High Council and has been entrenched in politics and high society since childhood.

Daeri - She is the younger daughter of one of the main nobles seated on the Iseadesh High Council and is spoiled greatly. She's also big into fashion.

Violet Foxes

Ariela - She is one of the few "commoner" students enrolled at The Magus Sanctorium. She is an excellent tracker, having come from a family of monster hunters.

Lamatri - They descend from a long line of Dark Magic Magus and have an encyclopedic knowledge of "dark" potions and monsters.

Saevain - Her parents bought her spot in The Magus Sanctorium, using their status as Prime Magus to pull strings.

Sun Eagles

Zanis - He surprisingly laid back and carefree despite his cunning and manipulations but definitely knows more than he lets on.

Traki - It's their first year at The Magus Sanctorium as well. They applied previously but was never accepted into their scholarship/financial assistance program until now.

Cyian - They are part of the Quailax royal family, albeit extended. They have terrible self-esteem and often make self-deprecating jokes.