#we love tellus

[artisticgr3mlin]

POV: Tellus

IMPORTANT

[jellyfishvibes]

I know the trios are named after their 'thing', the wayfinder trio all have wayfinders, the destiny trio are all from destiny island (they should probably be the paopu trio? like their symbol is the fruit not the island) and the sea salt trio are named after the ice cream they is the symbol of their friendship

Consider the case of the Sunset Trio, inspired by Axel's colour red speech, i just realized he was predicting their fate

Xion is pink/purple, her armour is pink, her half of the missing ache/pain of solitude is a pinksh purple recolour of missing ache, a majority of the shells she collects are pink/purple, when the sun sets the sky fades from bright blue to a purplish colour and then to a pink Xion is the first gone

Roxas colour is yellow/orange, his heart station is orangey yellow, his hair is the most yellow, before it was changed the way you told roxas and ventus apart in kh3 is that ventus had more blond hair, roxas hair was a darker yellow, after the colour of the sunlight and sky blend the sun gives one last burst of colour over the horizon, shining so bright it drowns out the blue and makes the whole sky yellow and then orange Roxas is next, in a blaze of glory

Axel, Lea, his colour is red, the red of his hair, of his charkrams or his flames of his keyblades of the blood he spilt for the organisation, the last colour the sky turns before it fades into the dark deep blue of night, is red Axel travelled the furthest, desperate to find those he was missing, travel all the way over to the other side of the battle field for them The last gone

And when the sun has set, the sky is blue, and the moon rises Only Saix remained, alone in that deep blue sky he was desperately trying to light up on his own But thats ok, the sun will rise another day and if you look, the moon will be up there in the light blue sky right next to it, dimmer, harder to see but still there

Ok poetic stuff over, Axel Roxas and Xion as the sunset trio, it also rolls over nicely from Sora, meaning sky, being the starting point of them, the canvas they were painted on so to say, and a nice roll into the implied trio in the next few games of Lea Isa and Subject x, who probably has a star symbol to go with her, celestial trio? space trio? and it rolls back into (if x is skuld) the daybreak trio of Skuld, Ephemer and Player/ daybreak uhh quintet? of the union leaders Feels good that Skuld, the norn of the future is connecting the daybreak and the sunset

[tinydefector]

hey you do character x character right? Like canon character shipped with another Canon character? It wasn't on you list of won't do but I'm asking anyway

If you'd be open to, I like to request a TFP wavewave fic (Shockwave x Soundwave) where Soundwave is snuggled up with their big boyfriend (Shockwave is fat to me so very soft and nice to cuddle)

You could make it pure fluff or you could make it more then that, but ya I would just like to request Shockwave getting loved on by his smol partner

Query's

Shockwave x Soundwave

Word count; 1.2k

Warnings: none, complete soft and fluff

I do intact do character x characters when I get a chance. Sorry, this one took me so long to make, but I did enjoy making some cute Wavewave,

_________________

Shockwave was once again engrossed in his work, barely notices the photo message sent to his Comms. It's only when the small blinking of even more notifications pop up does he finally check the messages. He finally glances to the side as the image comes up almost like a hologram only he can see, the image of elephants. Followed by a small smiley face emoji. Curiosity piqued, he turned towards the communications officer on the other side of the Lab, Soundwave had taken to working on his reports, investigations and other important tasks while in the Lab due to how peaceful he found it. Most venicons avoided it like a rust plague.

"What is the purpose of these images, Soundwave?"

Soundwave looks up from the monitor he was viewing moving towards Shockwave, a servo moves to rest on Shockwave waist.

" image captured during satellite surveillance. Elephants: Large terrestrial mammals, they are fascinating." His reply is a mix of different recorded voices as he presses his faceplate into Shockwave's backstruts, a slight hum resonates from his spark.

"Elephants are indeed fascinating creatures, known for their social structures and unique adaptations. However, my current research does not pertain to them."

Shockwave states while he types away looking at levels and new details over his research. He subtly tries to shift away from Soundwave's touch, Two of the Soundwave's tendrils move and wrap around Shockwave's waist again as he stays pressed against Shockwave's back, it wasn't often either of them got time together or by themselves, Soundwave is aware of how caught up in work they both become.

"Statement: Soundwave Likes Elephants” He replied in the monotone dialect he had taken to using for communication.

Shockwave can feel the warmth radiating from Soundwave's frame against his back, and it sends a ripple of guilt through him. He himself is aware of how touchy Soundwave gets when something is wrong.

"Soundwave, this is highly irregular,"

Shockwave manages to say, his voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. He tries to focus on the task at hand, but his attention is divided between his work and Soundwave.

"Query?" The communications officer asked.

"Query noted,"

Shockwave replies, as he relaxes into the smaller Mechs embrace. He attempts to regain his composure, despite how much he enjoyed this, he had work that needed to be finished. But he was willing to humour his partner. Soundwave is quiet as if waiting for an answer to his question but it's left unsaid answered.

"We will discuss further about Terra Tellus-Gaia's quadrupedal Mammals, but not now. I have important work to attend to,"

Shockwave says, his voice almost a Void as he tries to run more tests over the different energon levels in beakers. The Nemesis depended on Shockwave finding a new modification and dilatation of the Energon they had been recovering for it to be more productive as a fuel source. Another static like hum leaves Soundwave as he continues watching Shockwave works while cuddling him.

"Query: project success. details. results?"

He inquired. Helm tilted to the side enough to watch the screen. In truth Soundwave was aware of every change in the levels he watched everything and even knew all the information without Shockwave having to explain it but he enjoyed listening to his paterners voice when he spoke, he enjoyed how passionate he became with different subjects.

Shockwave's processor races as he tries to process Soundwave's query while simultaneously grappling with the unexpected change in one of the vials when it comes into contact with salt water. Shockwave is quick to note down the bubbling reaction with the liquid form of the unstable Energon.

" progress is satisfactory,"

Shockwave replies curtly, his voice betraying a hint of his inner turmoil.

"However, the details and results are. they can wait. There are. other matters that require my attention."

Shockwave turns towards Soundwave, watching the smaller Mechs visor. Despite Soundwave being a ‘Faceless’ mech, he had rather easy body language for Shockwave to read. Or perhaps it was just that Soundwave made himself more open when around the Scientist. Shockwave knows that he should prioritise his work and maintain a professional distance, but the warmth of Soundwave's embrace and the comfort it brings makes it difficult to resist. Soundwave moves, pressing his helm to Shockwave's optic ridge.

"Statement: project on hold, Wish to spend time with Sparkmate"

Soundwave calls Shockwave as he leans into the touch more, his field bouncing off Shockwave's as they flicker and dance together in a static laced buzz.

Shockwave's optic flicker. He wants to argue with Soundwave over getting this experiment finished However, deep down, he knows that he cannot deny his own feelings any longer, nor would he win the argument with the communications officer, for all his mute approach Soundwave was rather good at getting his way with Shockwave and wasn't past putting up a fuss if it meant he got to spent time with his lover.

"Understood, Soundwave,"

Shockwave finally responds, his voice tinged with a mix of hesitation and longing.

"The project can be put on hold. Spending time with you is a priority."

With a mixture of triumph and smugness in Soundwave's field as he snuggles into Shockwave's shoulder plating, the humming of their fields bring an almost peaceful vibe to the overly quiet Lab.

"Request"

Soundwave states before his actual voice comes through, a rare thing even for Shockwave to hear.

"You are exhausted, don't lie to me, I can read your body and your mind, "

he hums softly into Shockwave's shoulder plating. Shockwave's optic blinks slightly at Soundwave's request, both surprised and touched by the rare display of concern. He knows that Soundwave's abilities allow him to perceive things that others might miss, and he can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability in that moment.

"You are correct, Soundwave,"

Shockwave admits, his voice softer than usual.

"I have been pushing myself to the limits, neglecting my own well-being in pursuit of my scientific endeavours. It seems my mind has become so consumed with data and research that I have failed to take care of myself. And in turn neglected our time together"

He allows himself to lean into Soundwave's embrace, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over him. The weight of his exhaustion becomes more noticeable, and he realises that perhaps he does need a moment of respite. An escape from This lab once in a while.

"Perhaps it is time for me to rest, if only for a little while. Your presence... it brings me a sense of peace that I have not felt in a long time."

"Retire with me?" The request comes quicker than soundwave would have liked

"I... I would like that, Soundwave. I have dedicated so much of myself to my work, and perhaps it is time for me to prioritise you."

As his exhaustion weighs heavily on him, Shockwave realises that he craves the solace and companionship that only Soundwave can provide. With a nod, he gently disentangles himself from Soundwave's embrace, his servo reaching out to take Soundwave's servo.

“Recharge sounds..”

“Delightful?” Soundwave finishes Shockwave's sentence, his smiley emoji flickering across his visor as he begins leading Shockwave back to his hab suite.

________________

Let me know if you would like to be added to tag list (tagged for every fic)

Taglist

@angelxcvxc

@saturnhas82moons

@kgonbeiden

@murkyponds

@autobot79

@buddee

@bubblyjoonjoon

@chaihena

@pyreemo

@lovenotcomputed

@mskenway97

@delectableworm

@cheesecaketyrant

@ladyofnegativity

@desertrosesmetaldune

@stellasfallow

@coffee-or-hot-cocoa

@shinseiokami

@tea-loving-frog

@aquaioart

[ladyiristheenchantress]

Anniversary Witchcraft

As you all may or may not know, I am a married witch! I have spoken about my husband before in our motorcycles and car magic post, however I felt now would be an amazing time to talk about some of the rituals we do on anniversaries coming up! (September 17th to be exact) First of all, Happy 7 years darling, I am so proud to be your wife every day, and I am so grateful you have been my raven, my rock, and my partner in crime. I so adore you, and I cant wait to spend the rest of our time on the Tellus Mater together. Till death do us part, but even then we will remain ghosts on our record player. With that said, lets get started!

What is magical about an anniversary?

Much like any holiday, we create personal celebrations like birthdays, celebrations of life, and anniversaries to keep track of the time that has been spend together. It should be a celebration of love and strong living together! The first instance of a wedding anniversary comes from ancient Rome, where on each year of marriage the spouses would crown each other with things (more traditionally, the husbands to their wives) and on their 25th anniversary they would be crowned with a wreath of silver.

Later on, in 18th century Germany, people started a tradition of gift giving, and eventually created a yearly symbol you gift to someone as a tradition each year to ward off spirits, people looking to harm the bond, and even in some cases death itself!

Today we celebrate anniversaries around the world, whether you are recreating Armenian balance bread, or trying out Japanese senbazuru, however you choose to celebrate may it be unique and full of love!

Magical Ideas

Now we may need some spell and divination ideas for our anniversaries so here are some of the ones my husband and I love!

Follow the yearly gift guide! - This fun tradition is actually celebrated and honors world wide cultures because a lot of them had their own yearly traditions adapted into one! The old saying goes on your first year you give paper, the 5th you give wood, 10th you give aluminum, 25th you give silver, and 50th you give gold! These guides are a fun way to get connected to your relationship but also honors tradition which can strengthen your relationship magically!

2. Create a protection ritual for the year on your anniversary - when you start thinking about how to preserve your relationship you get a lot of factors you have to plan for. Every year my husband and I put obsidian arrowheads in the corner of our bedroom as a way to protect our sacred relationship! this process can be as simple or as complicated as you want it to be

3. Petition and honor deities of marriage - Each year my husband and I honor 3 gods, Hera, Aine, and Zepar! This is because we wanted to honor our pagan practices and heritage in our marriage, so we picked one hellenic for my history, one irish for both of our ancestoral line, and one infernal for my husbands history! We do also petition elemental spirits, and update them as we do our yearly river walk

4. Create a shrine to your relationship - We created an altar to dedicate all our gifts to each other, and important works of art we have created, when we put together a shrine for our love, it really helped up to feel connected, so we like to renew it every year

5. Do some divination about the year ahead - Feel free to use this custom spread I use each year! Its awesome if you can do this together! Additionally, you can use cafe astrology to create a free "birth chart" for the day and time of your anniversary

Other ideas?

For my 18+ friends, design a sensual ritual that involves all 5 senses to link yours together

Create a magical meal together to protect and honor the relationship

Create a joint journal or scrap book for memories

Exchange cards, gifts, and sweets to make the other person feel special

Enjoy a nice time out getting coffee or exploring a garden

Make the bed together, and do chores together during the day, then rest and relax at night

In general anniversaries are special! I will be making an age restricted post about sexual magic very soon so stay tuned for that! I hope all of my friends have enjoyed this post, and from our family to yours, happy anniversary!

Tip Jar

[0oglygoogly]

DOCTOR WHO HAS HAD ME F*CKING CRYING FOR THE LAST HOUR

⚠️DOCTOR WHO SPOILERS ⚠️

HOW DARE THEY DO THIS TO ME 😭😭😭

I remember when I put it on to watch I saw the name Rogue as the title and though 'haha what if its abt DnD' you know coz, rogues a class in dnd and then I was like oh they should totally make one abt dnd some time (im a hard-core dnd fan - it's what got me into the stranger things fandom) but... ANYGAYS! I saw rogues ship and i was like omg he listened kylie AND THEN I SAW F*CKING DND DICE!!!!!!!! AND THEY HAD THIS WHOLE CONVO ABT IT AND I WAS JUST AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH......

And then the STARTED FLIRTING HXIBYVSVRUSGF E, IT WAS LIKE GHEEPISODE COULDNT GET ANY BETTER, IT HAS DND AND GAYNESS AND HSHSUDUD7DU, AND THEN I WAS LIKE OMG WHAT WOULD THE DOCTORS CLASS BE (Im still trying to work that out) but then they HAD FUCKING COSPLAYERS AND AT THIS POINT I WAS EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO THE EPISODE AND ROGUE AND THEG GAD COXPLAYERS AND I WAS LITERALLY JUMPING EVERYWHERE FLAPPING ANDHSUVHBVUEHRHVEHRUGUHERG BUT THEN,

...

THEY KISSED AND I WAS LITERALLY GOING TO EXPLODE I TELLU NOW

And the they had to kill him (sorta)

They

KiLLED

HIM

NÒÓÕŐØÓŒÕ

And it made it even worse the fact he did it for the doctor

I literally have no words for how heartwarming that was

And then I spent the next hour crying abt it

Like, he'll, if I react like this for a character I have only known for under an hour I don't even want to think about if any stranger things character dies. I am too emotionally attached to rogue and have decided to make a memorial for him...

WHYYYYYYY

Anyways, here are some of my fav bits/idk gifs???

THE DICE! THE NAME! THE SCENE! THE SMILE!!!!

My thoughts exactly- right with u here

THE HAND HOLD!!!!!

and then they almost kissed....

The Amount of tension between these 2 was just 🤌

WE LOVE FLUSTERED DOCTOR

AND THE FACT HES A ROGUE IS SO FITTING, ROGUES ARE PRACTICALLY BOUNTY HUNTERS IN A SENSE

Bro fell so hard the only thing he could think to do in a stressful situation was propose 💀

thank u for coming to my Ted talk

[sillysybilsden]

PART II

Click here to check out Part I.

Now that we know what a Lararium is, it is time to start making your own. Let us see how to go about doing that, shall we?

1. Find inspiration

The Internet will be your best friend. In order to find inspiration, I would personally recommend searching for Lararia from Pompeii or Herculaneum (due to the eruption of Vesuvius in 79 CE, these archaeological sites show perfect examples of Ancient Roman shrines, untouched by time).

You may want to select the Lararia that draw your attention the most and put them all either in a moodboard or in a Pinterest board. You will look at these pictures frequently, so keeping them all in one place might come in handy.

2. Draw your project

Start your project by drawing the Lararium you would like to make. It will take quite some creativity from you, so take your time with it and keep brainstorming until you are satisfied with your sketch. This is mine:

3. Start planning

Now is the time to figure out the measurements of your project and, after that, collect the supplies you will need. Me, I had to gather some wood, glue, acrylics, paper, a ruler and a pencil. As for the measurements...

4. Cutting process

Shoutout to my grandfather who helped me with this process.

Take your time to cut all of the pieces of your project and sand them down, if needed. Be particularly mindful when working with wood.

5. Assemble your shrine

Glue all the pieces together. You can use hot glue, vinyl glue or similar solutions depending on your preference.

6. Take care of the details

Time to colour your Lararium! After all, Romans did love colourful things (just look at any house in Pompeii). The palette is really up to you and your preference. Me, I will go for earthy tones.

Also, remember to print a picture of the domestic gods so that you can glue it on your shrine! In alternative, you can also attempt to painting it yourself.

And voilà! There you have your personal Lararium!

I hope that you liked this "DIY" and that you found this post informative! If searching for further readings, check out the "IV. Resources" section.

- Silly Sybil

🌿 Posted in honour of my twin Lares. 🌿

➳ vRoma /Lararium

➳ Nova Roma /Lararium

➳ Nova Roma /Making a Lararium

➳ Ad Maiora Vertite /Suppellettili Sacre

➳ Ritus Romanus: Make an offering to your Gods (pdf)

➳ Saturnia Tellus /Il mistero dei larari d'argento naufragati a Comacchio: sono doni di Augusto?

➳ Viotti E., "La via romana agli dèi"

➳ Orr D. G., "Domestic Roman Religion"

➳ Flower H. I., "The Dancing Lares & the Serpent in the Garden"

[anemoidevotions]

The Anemoi

Hesiod, Theogony 869 ff :

"Notos (the South Wind) and Boreas (the North Wind) and clear Zephyros (the West Wind). These Winds are a god-sent kind, and a great blessing to men."

The Anemoi are the gods of the winds, especially the main four, but there are up to 24 different winds. Eight of these winds appear on Wind Towers, like the one in Athens, and act as both a devotional object, as the winds were often worshiped together as the Anemoi, and as a directional tool.

The Anemoi are all ruled by Aeolus, son of Hippotes, who was appointed to this position by Zeus. The winds themselves are the children of Eos, goddess of the dawn, and her husband Astraeus, an astrological god also associated with dusk/twilight.

In mythology and poetry, they often appear as tools of the Olympians, especially Zeus and Poseidon, who can command the winds to help in their endeavors, though they do appear helping other gods as requested. However, the witch Medea also calls on the Anemoi to aid in her magic.

Ovid, Metamorphoses 7. 192 ff (trans. Melville) (Roman epic C1st B.C. to C1st A.D.) :

"[The witch] Medea . . . in the deep stillness of the midnight hour . . . To the stars she stretched her arms, and thrice she turned about and thrice bedewed her locks with water, thrice a wailing cry she gave, then kneeling on the stony ground, ‘O Nox (Night) [Nyx], Mother of Mysteries, and all ye golden Astra (Stars) who with Luna (the Moon) [Selene] succeed the fires of day, and thou, divine triceps (three-formed) Hecate, who . . . dost fortify the arts of magic, and thou, kindly Tellus (the Earth) [Gaia], who dost for magic potent herbs provide; ye Venti (Winds) [Anemoi] and Aurae (Airs) . . . be with me now! By your enabling power, at my behest . . . my magic song rouses the quiet, calms the angry seas; I bring the clouds and make the clouds withdraw, I call the winds and quell them.’"

From this, other ancient magical practioners took inspiration.

Pausanias, Description of Greece 2. 12. 1 (trans. Jones) (Greek travelogue C2nd A.D.) :

"In Titane there is . . . an Altar of the Anemoi (Winds), and on it the priest sacrifices to the Anemoi (Winds) one night in every year. He also performs other secret rites [of Hekate (Hecate)] at four pits, taming the fierceness of the blasts [of the winds], and he is said to chant as well the charms of Medea."

The Ruler of the Anemoi - Aeolus

Aeolus is the God of the Winds and the king of the island of Aeolia. He was appointed as Keeper of the Winds by Zeus. Aeolus supposedly kept the most brutal of winds trapped in a cave on Aeolia. He was sometimes petitioned to let them loose to aid in some cause, by both gods an mortals. He is sometimes portrayed as a face in the sky blowing on some object, a trait he shares with all of the Anemoi. His sacred animal is the kingfisher.

His most famous appearance by far is his role in Homer's Odyssey:

Homer, Odyssey 10. 1 ff (trans. Shewring) (Greek epic C8th B.C.) :

"[Odysseus tells the tale of his wanderings :] We came to the Aiolian (Aeolian) island (nesos Aiolios); here lived Aiolos (Aeolus) Hippotades (son of Hippotas); the deathless gods counted him their friend. His island is a floating one; all round it there is a wall of bronze, unbreakable, and rock rises sheer above it. Twelve children of his live in the palace with him; six are daughters, six are sons in the prime of youth; moreover the king has given his daughters as wives to his sons. These all hold a continual feast with their dear father and much-loved mother; countless dainties are there before them, and through the daytime the hall is rich with savoury smells and murmurous with the sound of music. At night they sleep, each with his own chaste wife, on inlaid bedsteads with coverlets over them.

To their city and noble palace we now came, and for a whole month Aiolos gave me hospitality and questioned me on all manner of things, Ilion [i.e. Troy] and the Argive ships and how the Akhaians (Achaeans) sailed for home. I duly told him all he desired; then in my turn I asked his leave to depart and begged him to help me on my way. Nor was he unwilling; he set about speeding my return. He gave me a bag made from the hide of a full-grown ox of his, and in the bag he had penned up every Wind (anemos) that blows whatever its course might be; because Kronion (Cronion) [Zeus] had made him warden of all the Winds (anemoi), to bid each of them rise or fall at his own pleasure. He placed the bag in my own ship's hold, tied with a glittering silver cord so that through that fastening not even a breath could stray; to Zephyros (the West Wind) only he gave commission to blow for me, to carry onwards my ships and men. Yet he was not after all to accomplish his design, because our own folly ruined us.

For nine days and through nine nights we sailed on steadily; on the tenth day our own country began to heave in sight; we were near enough to see men tending their fires on shore. It was then that beguiling sleep surprised me; I was tired out, because all this time I had kept my own hands on the steering-oar, never entrusting it to one of the crew, for I wished to speed our journey home. Meanwhile the crew began murmuring among themselves; they were sure I was taking home new presents of gold and silver from Aiolos.

One of them would say as he eyed his neighbour : ‘What injustice! In whatever city or land he comes to, this man wins everyone's friendship and regard. He is taking back a mass of fine things from the spoils of Troy, while we who have journeyed with him from the first to last are returning home all empty-handed. And now come these latest gifts that Aiolos in his hospitality had indulged him with. Come, let us look without wasting time. What are these gifts? How much gold and silver is there inside the bag?’

Thus the men talked among themselves, and the counsels of folly were what prevailed. They undid the bag, the Winds (anemoi) rushed out all together, and in a moment a tempest (thuella) had seized my crew and was driving them--now all in tears--back to the open sea and away from home.

I myself awoke, and wondered if now I should throw myself overboard and be drowned in ocean or if I should bear it all in silence and stay among the living. I did bear it and did remain, but covered my face as I lay on deck. My own ship and the others with it were carried back by raging storm (anemos thuella) to the island of Aiolos (nesos Aioloios), amid the groaning of all my company.

There we set foot ashore and drew water, and without delay my crews and I took our meal by the rapid ships. When we had had our portion of food and drink, I chose to come with me one man as my own attendant and one besides; then I sent up to the place of Aiolos, and found him feasting there with his wife and children. We went in and we sat down at the threshold by the doorposts, while the household asked in deep amazement : ‘Odysseus, how is it that you are here again? What malicious god has set upon you? Surely we did our best before to speed you upon your way, meaning to reach your own land and home or whatever place you might desire?’

So they spoke, and I said despondently : ‘Faithless comrades were my undoing, they and the slumber that betrayed me. But you are my friends; you have the remedy; grant it me.’

With these humble words I made my appeal to them. They remained in silence, except the father, who answered me : ‘Away from this island, away at once, most despicable of creatures! I am forbidden to welcome here or to help send elsewhere a man whom the blessed gods abhor. This return reveals you as god-forsaken; go!’

And with these words he drove me forth despite my pitiful lamentations. Then we sailed onwards sick at heart."

The Four Cardinal Winds

Boreas (Roman name: Aquilo/Septentrio)

Of all the Anemoi, Boreas is the one we have the most information about. He is the god of the north wind and is associated with cold temperatures and the mountains in the north of Greece, and therefore, the element of earth. From his name, we get the term aurora borealis. Boreas was famous for his strength and temper. He is often depicted with shaggy hair and beard, with a billowing cloak and a conch shell in his hands. His sacred animal is the horse.

He is represented on ancient compass roses in the north with the name Septentrio.

In mythology:

Boreas delivered Leto to Poseidon by order of Zeus, so Poseidon could take her to the island of Ogygia where she would be safe to give birth to Apollo and Artemis.

Boreas was said to have kidnapped an Athenian princess he had taken a shine to named Orithyia. Originally, he had attempted to convince her to come with him, but when she refused, he kidnapped her instead, showing the temper he was well known for. She did not consent, but their children include sons Zethes and Calais (of Argonaut fame), Chione, the goddess of snow, and another daughter named Cleopatra (unrelated to the Egyptian queen). It is through his relationship with Orithyia that he came to be a "son-in-law" of Athens and the Athenians.

In another story, Boreas competed with Pan for the affections of a nymph named Pitys. Boreas tried to prove his might by uprooting all of the trees. Unfortunately, Pan only laughed at Boreas' show of strength and his joviality won Pitys' affection. Angered by her rejection, Boreas threw Pitys' off a cliff, where she died. Gaia took pity on the nymph and transformed her into a pine tree.

In an Aesop fable, Boreas competed with his uncle, Helios, to get a travelling passerby to remove his cloak, in an attempt to prove which god was strongest. Boreas tried to blow the cloak off the man, but the harder he blew, the tighter the man wrapped the cloak around himself. Helios instead, made the sun shine bright and heat the land. The man removed his cloak when it got too hot. The moral of the story is that persuasion is better than force.

According to Pausanias, Boreas blessed Musaeus of Athens with the gift of flight.

Pausanias, Description of Greece 1. 22. 7 (trans. Jones) (Greek travelogue C2nd A.D.) :

"I have read verse in which Musaios (Musaeus) [the poet] receives from Boreas the gift of flight, but, in my opinion, Onomakritos (Onomacritus) wrote them."

[N.B. Musaios and Onomakritos were both Orphic poets.]

There are many claims that Boreas, in the form of a stallion, impregnated mares across the ancient world, and variations on these stories appear in Homer's Iliad and Virgil's Georgics 3.

In the Orphic Hymns, Boreas is also listed as a god of the season of winter.

Orphic Hymn 80 to Boreas (trans. Taylor) (Greek hymns C3rd B.C. to 2nd A.D.) :

"To Boreas (the North-Wind), Fumigation from Frankincense. Boreas, whose wintry blasts, terrific, tear the bosom of the deep surrounding air; cold icy power, approach, and favouring blow, and Thrake (Thrace) awhile desert, exposed to snow: the air's all-misty darkening state dissolve, with pregnant clouds whose frames in showers resolve. Serenely temper all within the sky, and wipe from moisture aither's splendid eye."

The cult of Boreas:

Boreas was worshiped as a protector of Athens and sacrificed to when the city needed protection, though it is unknown exactly what these sacrifices were.

There are a few different accounts, but the main plot is this:

The Athenians received a message from an oracle that to protect the city, they should call on their ally who was a "son-in-law" of Athens/the Athenians. Boreas was considered a son-in-law of Athens because of his marriage to Orithyia, who was an Athenian princess. The Athenians made sacrifices to both Boreas and Orithyia in the hopes that they would destroy a barbarian fleet threatening them. The fleet was destroyed and a special district dedicated to Boreas was created.

Notos (Roman name: Auster/Australis, Notus when the Greek name was retained with Latin spelling)

Notus is the god of the south wind and is associated with winds from the sea to the south of Greece. He is usually depicted pouring water from a vase, like rain on crops. The winds he brings are hot. He is also said to be responsible for the storms of late summer and early autumn in Ancient Greece and Rome, indicating that his winds are both hot and moist, carrying moisture from the Mediterranean sea to the south onto the continent to the north, corresponding to the element of water. He was also feared as a destroyer of crops. On ancient compass roses, he is represented by the name Australis, from which the name Australia is derived. Notus does not have any sacred animal mentioned for him alone, but the horse is sacred to the Anemoi as a group.

The Romans associated him with the clouds and harsh winds and storms that would blow in from the south.

In Mythology:

Notus does not appear prominently in mythology outside of helping the other gods when called upon, usually with his brothers.

In the Orphic Hymns, Notus is associated with the season of Summer.

Orphic Hymn 82 to Notus :

"To Notos (Notus, the South-Wind), Fumigation from Frankincense. Wide-coursing gales, whose lightly leaping feet with rapid wings the air's wet bosom beat, approach, benevolent, swift-whirling powers, with humid clouds the principles of showers; for showery clouds are portioned to your care, to send on earth from all-surrounding air. Hear, blessed power, these holy rites attend, and fruitful rains on earth all-parent send."

Euros (Roman name: Vulturus/Volturus, but Roman poets often retained the Greek name with the Latin spelling Eurus)

Euros is the god of the east wind and dwelt near the palace of Helios, his uncle. He is said to bring a hot wind, and with his close proximity to Helios, is associated with the element of fire. Little else is known about Euros, as he is the least mentioned of all the Anemoi. Euros is depicted as a bearded man holding a heavy cloak. No animal is known to be sacred specifically to Euros, but horses are sacred to all of the Anemoi as a single group.

In Mythology:

Most references to Euros in mythology are passing. Most of what is attributed to Euros comes from the poets of the time, including Homer, Virgil, and Ovid.

One source lists Euros as the "Savior of Sparta."

Greek Lyric V Folk Songs, Frag 858 (from Strasbourg papyrus) (trans. Campbell) (B.C.) :

"Send a breeze then, over the fields . . . soft wind . . . Euros (East Wind) : Euros, saviour of Sparta, may you come with victory at all times! Ie Paian, ieie Paian!"

Euros is unofficially the god of Autumn. He fills the fourth seasonal slot most modern people associate with autumn, however, the ancient Greeks only recognized three seasons. There are no mentions of him in the Orphic Hymns.

It is important to note that Euros sometimes appears as the god of the southeast wind and Apeliotis as the east wind. Apeliotes also has associations with autumn.

Zephyros (Roman name: Favonius, Zephyrus when the Greek name was retained with Latin spelling)

Zephyros is the god of the west wind and is depicted as a beardless youth scattering flowers from his mantle, often with wings, associating him with the element of air (though, arguably all of the Anemoi are related to air). He and his winds were said to be most gentle and provided ships with favorable winds for sailing. He was known as the fruictifying wind and the messenger of spring. He is sometimes depicted as carrying a basket of unripe fruit. His sacred animals are his offspring, the horse and the tiger.

In Mythology:

Zephyros most famously appears in the myth of Apollo and Hyacinthus. Both gods were in love with a Spartan man named Hyacinthus. Apollo and Hyacinthus often spent time together, and one day, started a game of discus. Zephyros spotted them, and in a jealous rage, blew the discus off course, which then struck Hyacinthus in the forehead and killed him. Apollo, in his grief, turned Hyacinthus into a flower (either an iris or larkspur, depending on the telling).

Zephyros vied with his brother, Boreas, for the love of the nymph, Chloris (Flora in Roman mythology). Boreas, however, stole Orithyia from her father's home instead, allowing Zephyros to pursue Chloris uncontested. He married Chloris and made her the goddess of flowers.

Zephyros also had a relationship (or marriage, depending on the source) with the messenger of the Olympians and goddess of rainbows, Iris. Sometimes, they are listed at the parents of the Erotes: Pothos, Eros, and Himeros, though other accounts list their mother as Aphrodite. In other accounts, Eros was the son of Iris and Zephyros (or Aphrodite), and Pothos and Himeros the children of Eros, making them the grandchildren of Iris and Zephyros (or Aphrodite).

In the story of Eros and Psyche, it is Zephyros who delivers Psyche to the home of Eros.

Through the harpy Podarge, Zephyros was the father of the horses of Achilles, Balius and Xanthus, mirroring his opposite brother Boreas's association with horses.

Roman mythology gives him the additional domain of plants and flowers

In the Orphic Hymns, Zephyros is associated with Spring.

Orphic Hymn 81 to Zephyrus :

"To Zephyros (Zephyrus, the West-Wind), Fumigation from Frankincense. Sea-born, aerial, blowing from the west, sweet Breezes (Aurai, Aurae), who give to wearied labour rest. Vernal and grassy, and of murmuring sound, to ships delightful through the sea profound; for these, impelled by you with gentle force, pursue with prosperous fate their destined course. With blameless gales regard my suppliant prayer, Zephyros unseen, light-winged, and formed from air."

The Cult of Zephyros:

There were two known temples to Zephyros, one on the Isle of Rhodes, and the other in the town of Laciadae. It is also said that the Argonauts made an altar to Zephyros, among others, while preparing to depart on a voyage.

The Lesser (Tertiary) Winds

These wind gods cover the tertiary directions and are featured on wind towers and early compass roses, but little is known about them.

Lips (Roman name: Africus)

Lips is the god of the southwest wind and is depicted on the Tower of the Winds in Athens as a winged man holding the stern of a ship. He was a favorite of sailors.

KAIKIAS (Roman name unverified)

Kaikias is the god of the northeast wins and is portrayed as a bearded man with a shield full of hail-stones. These hail stones may reference severe, destructive storms.

APELIOTES (Roman name unverified)

Apeliotes is the god of the southeast wind and is depicted as a clean-shaven man, holding a cloak full of fruit and grain. He is associated with autumn and sometimes switches places with Euros.

SKIRON (Roman name unverified)

Skiron is the god of the northwest wind and depicted as a bearded man tilting a cauldron, potentially signifying the onset of winter. He is also associated with violent storms and winds.

[rexaleph]

maybe if i make a post abt it i will follow through on playing w my toys more productively

i think for summer i want to get use out of or even finish my beloved zara grapefruit cologne and figure out an interesting citrus or similar to replace it with. maybe even an expensive one, the misery of bon parfumeur 003 and how it lasts 40 minutes even oversprayed kinda made me willing to pay a little more for a lemon water. i have the tom ford mandarin sample in my cart.

apart from that i'd like to figure out my delicate floral fem fantasy. i think i need to listen to my heart and take De Profundis off the table. a bottle is 375 euro and the funeral theme is sad and scary! like i'm not doing so good in the head right now and don't like the thought of wearing it (tossed moth and rabbit melancholia - after the lars von trier movie - out of my cart as well) and i dont need to be spending that kinda money on dubious exposure therapy. Bas de Soie is a solid favorite but it's also very expensive, inaccessible and only comes in the bell jar without an atomizer, so no reason to settle on it.

gotta look at the samples i have and my fragrantica "to try" shelves and see from whence i have approached these two desires already and what i maybe need to still consider.

my other definite fantasies are rose and vanilla, and those are kinda backburnered for now. the rose i think of as an eternal background quest bc i don't have a particular mood or style i'm looking for so the desire doesn't speak to a lack the way the citrus and floral do. vanilla is another thing. i have the lack and i have two objects i love and want to satisfy it - guerlain spiritueuse double vanille and xerjoff kemi. but they're both so expensive, kemi has the fecal undercurrent i love but worry about wearing, and SDV only comes in 200ml. anyway, like yeah i got some roses and vanillas on my radar (Etro ManRose, Olfactive Studio Vanilla Shot) but i'm not interested in exploring in that direction now.

finally, i think i'm making peace with just wanting to try interesting animalics when i happen upon them. like yeah we got VeT and Tellus at home, but i like what i like, and as opposed to the categories above, maybe this is not sth where i just want one thing to fill a niche, it's a field i enjoy playing in.

anyway, this is all very goofy, but what's been happening is i've had a scary time of it, i think bc i got a cold or sth and it triggered some stuff from last summer and made my contamination fear act up p bad and i would like a treat now

[cyanogen-miasma]

anyways following on from my last post I would like to introduce

The Space Cats

I have done the sun, the eight planets, the five undoubtedly confirmed dwarf planets and some choice moons. I have a WIP file for Ganymede somewhere but I'm on my phone right now so I can't get to it

each star system is like a big family, with the star as the parent and the generationality is determined by who orbits who. all the planets, dwarf planets and asteroids are siblings and their children are their moons. this gets weird for Pluto and Charon, I still have to figure out what their dynamic is, but overall, relationships within the same solar system are solely familial. I have to clarify this because someone on Scratch dot mit dot edu did decide to start shipping the space cats (I will have to find that comment thread, it was wild)

the Sun, otherwise known in the Space Cats universe as Sol (he/him). (I tried to lose a lot of the geo-centric names for some of the astronomical bodies - IE, there are lots of Suns in the universe, our Sun isn't THE Sun, if you get what I mean.) A fun guy, a little too desperate to get with other Stars, if you ask his kids

Mercury (they/them). Boy I would love to see them and Element Cat Mercury interact. (who am I kidding. I own both characters. I can do that) They are an oblivious little guy with a big imagination.

Venus (she/her). A dapper, sassy and hot-tempered gal who is always uncomfortably warm

Earth. The big E. Terra. Gaia. Home. In the Space Cats universe, her name is Tellus (she/her and he/him). Now, I drew this picture a while ago and I don't necessarily agree with how I characterized him here. Tellus is grouchy and sleepy, and only really has patience with her daughter. He has a lot of insecurities about his form because it keeps changing all the time in ways that she cannot predict. Changes to the planets' atmospheres don't make them sick, but he can see the green draining off his fur and that fucking terrifies him.

The Moon, known in the Space Cats universe as Lune (she/her). She is full of energy and loves new things. She is always happy to inspect Tellus's new growths, but is not really aware of how uncomfortable it makes him. Lune was formed from a traumatic event in which Tellus and the protoplanet Theia collided with each other. Theia was destroyed, but was reformed into Lune. Tellus is haunted by this event and sees Theia whenever she looks at her daughter, but tries to shield her from his anguishes because he loves her

Mars (he/him). edgelord. His villain arc is becoming frigid and void of life while Tellus has his moment in the Sun. A catty bitch who loves to gossip. He is jealous and can hold a grudge.

Deimos (he/him) on the left and Phobos (they/them) on the right. Mars's chaos gremlins. He didn't ask for them, they just showed up one day and he cannot get rid of them. Deimos is a feral child who will attack you, and Phobos is a no-thoughts-head-empty child who will watch you while Deimos attacks you. Mars complains to Ceres about how annoying they are, but really, he loves them, and lets them go on with their shenanigans.

Ceres (she/her). a little kitty with a big personality. She is plucky and can stand up for herself. She makes herself heard even when surrounded by massive cats like Jupiter and Saturn. The heart and soul of the asteroid belt. A queen, if I do say so myself.

Jupiter (he/him). The big brother. Everyone admires him and looks up to him for advice. He is flamboyant and charismatic, if not a bit self-centred, but ultimately, his heart is big enough to contain love for himself and everyone in the solar system. As you can see with Metis (she/her), he carries smaller moons in his fur.

Saturn (they/them). Look at that swag. oops! it's dead children. probably. Going off the theory that Saturn's rings were formed from a moon that broke apart under Saturn's gravity, this is the lore. They had lots of moons that they loved dearly, but eventually found them ill. "What's wrong?" "we are being torn apart." They were crushing their moons under the force of their smothering love and it broke them apart. As the debris coalesced into chains around them, Saturn vowed that this would never happen again. They distance themselves from their moons, much to their annoyance, and keep their rings as a reminder of what happens when they get too close to people.

[lonelywretchjervistetch]

My DCCU Interlude: The Legion of Super-Heroes (Part 2)

Chapter Two: Foundations

OK, so now that I've laid out some of the threads to be explored in this prospective series, who are our main players? Obviously, the Legion is a massive organization in the comics, whose roster has fluctuated wildly over the years. And would I love to include some crazy-ass characters in my Legion show? Oh, abso-goddamn-lutely. Gimme Tellus, Gates, Blok, Comet Queen, et cetera, PLEASE. But again, I'm talking about the first prospective season of this show, which should entice the audience to watch, and the studios to renew for future seasons. So, OK, nothing crazy.

The main characters really should be some iconic members of the Legion, upon whom we build the rest of the cast. And sure, a lot of properties, including the animated series, have included the group I'm going to propose here. But the difference here should be in characterization. This is going to be a lived-in galaxy, and we'll see quite a few unique characters and cultures, despite the familiar names. Honestly, Young Justice did this really well, even though we barely saw the Legion outside of a few members.

By the way, as I talk about these characters, I'm mostly going to focus on my ideal versions of them, rather then break down their comic book appearances and iterations. And that's because, frankly, there are...a lot of them. I'll be taking all of these incarnations into account with my versions of the characters, but I'll also be thinking about what character traits would work well in a series, and what I think each of these characters represent. There are a lot of accounts of these characters, and I encourage you to look into them if you're curious...but there's a lot of history for these guys, as well as at least 5 versions of the characters in some cases. It gets...complicated.

In this essay, we'll look at the core members, with the newbies for the season getting their own essay. We're looking at a seven-person roster, after all, with some initially getting more attention than others. And again, these should be familiar, especially to those Legion fans out there who may be reading this essay, or pretend-watching this pretend show. So, let's get started with the basics.

Oh, and, uh, strap in. This is a long one.

Cosmic Boy: Hero of Braal

Rokk Krinn , of all the original members of the Legion, is probably the most stereotypically lawful good. Serious about being a hero, as well as interested in the moral good, he's definitely the goodest of boys...ideally. And that kind of character is...never really the most popular. So, every version of Rokk Krinn has had flaws and conflict to grapple with, from outside or within. For the most part, Cosmic Boy has been shown to be a bit too controlling, or a bit too self-serious. And while that's usually seen to be a consequence of balancing responsibilities, I have a different take.

The way I see him, Rokk is a hero worshipper. And I'm referring specifically to the heroes of the 21st century, especially Superman. While Superman shouldn't be the only hero known to the future, Rokk should revere him greatly. I actually think it's Rokk's idea to form the Legion of Superheroes in Superman's image, based on his love for him, as well as what he represents to Earth and the galaxy at large. So, my Rokk will be trying to live up to the legacy of Superman, as well as the expectations he puts on himself, and placed upon him by others. Which means...yeah, he's gonna be a little stressed out.

But that's not to say that he has no fun. Let's talk about my version of Braal for a second. Braal is Rokk's home planet, and there hasn't been a whole lot about it presented in the comics. So, for this theoretical TV series, that makes it essentially a blank slate for my to carve into. There are two things I'm keeping about Braal from the comics. One, its inhabitants, or at least a decent group of its inhabitants, have the ability to manipulate magnetic fields. And two, they're big sports fans. And combining both of these gives us an interesting foundation, in my opinion.

My version of Braal in a world in economic crisis, and in desperate need of better representation on the global stage. See, Braal will be one of the first worlds of the United Planets, referred to as the "First Ring" by some. While not the most disparaged world in the system by any means, there's a serious class dispute on this world, with the bridge between the classes being based in entertainment and amenities. Essentially, it's a throwback to ancient Rome at its most corrupt, but in a somewhat more futuristic setting. I guess, technically, I'm making...oh, shit.

Gah, shit, I'm making The Hunger Games, aren't I? Well, you know what? Fuck it. Sure. Braal is essentially Panem from the Hunger Games, at least in terms of class division. The higher classes coordinate with the United Planets on behalf of the lower classes, but mostly end up serving themselves. Entertainment, especially in the form of sports, is a way for the lower classes to ascend, and an appeasement measure in turn.

Those not in sports can seek opportunity through the thriving export business of Braal, which specializes in refining metals and manufacturing metal goods. This goes back to the history of the planet, which was settled in the year 2271 by human astropioneers and prospectors, looking for a planet rich with resources to settle. They happened upon the metal-rich Braal, which they founded as a mining planet. To easily harvest this material with limited manpower, the pioneers utilized a unique innovation of their time-period: Infinity Serum. Derived from a number of developments made centuries prior by many individuals, these serums originally utilized the genetic material of metahumans, isolating their abilities to bestow these abilities on non-powered individuals. And, yes, I am absolutely referring to something in my Superman proposed film series (check out this essay for more info). Young Justice fans also know that I'm talking about here.

So, that said, these astropioneers had a number of old serums that they brought with them in order to quickly adapt to the conditions of the planet they settled. In this case, because of the need to quickly mine and refine metals, the settlers used IS: Magenta, an Infinity Serum originally derived from genetic material collected from metahumans Frances Kane, Neal Emerson, William Everett, Jacob Baker, and Rhea Jones. Once readings of the planet were taken on approach, the pioneers began a regimen of this serum, eventually developing the magnetic powers that would allow them to harvest metal and move quickly (via flight) over the planet's surface.

Because of the nature of this planet, the architecture is essentially entirely metallic. A civilization of chrome and metal, they use magnetic technology for transportation, as well as the ability to manipulate magnetism for flight for much of the population. Not all Braalians have the same amount of magnetic ability, which is due to individual genetics and family lines, as well as emigration onto the planet early in its history. However, those who wish to gain those abilities may be granted permission to obtain new serums, which are restricted by government control.

There's a lot more to think about when discussing a civilization essentially built around metal and magnetism, but I like to imagine Braal as a sort of neo-Rome, with the masses gathering around big arena sports. One of the most prominent is the sport of magno, a ball-sport with similarities to the Mesoamerican ball game and gladiator sports, in which the athletes harnessed their magnetic abilities, while the arena added more entertainment by bringing in new and unknown environments and threats during the games. And Rokk was one of the finest athletes in Braal.

A native of its capital city, Venado, he was a young magno prodigy, starting from an early age, and ascending from relative poverty. His prominent role in his family and as a people's hero of sorts is imposed on him at an early age. Which, y'know, is obviously problematic for a teenager with a still developing brain. At the age of 16, he was chosen as one of a group of young ambassadors to represent Braal to the United Planets on somewhat of a diplomatic mission. Thus, Rokk's sense of responsibility and duty towards his home begins early, as he's sent to NuMetropolis, the seat of the UP, as an advocate for his economically struggling homeworld, and for the lower end of the vast class divide that plagues it.

And there's the set up for our first member, and first leader At least, he's the first leader at the beginning of the season. See, Rokk's first season story will, unsurprisingly, revolve around his dealings with the weight of his responsibility, which will seem fairly easy on first blush, but takes quite the toll on him over time. And his successes and failings (of which there will be plenty) will add up by the end of the season. And who knows? By the end, Rokk may not be the leader any more. And who would be the leader? Well...I know somebody who would initially want the role, at the very least.

Lightning Lad: Rebel of Winath

Before I jump into this guy, I wanna preface this section by saying this: my Lightning Lad is not necessarily White or Black. Why is that important to stay up front? Well, firstly, I used the original Garth (whom I very much enjoy) in the cover image for the section. That's because I'm using all of the Final Crisis covers for these three, since I like them, and they shoe multiple designs of the characters in each image. Good artwork courtesy of the late, great George Perez.

And secondly, I want to make something absolutely goddamn clear: Bendis' version of Lightning Lad is genuinely offensive to me as a Black person. Why? Oh, I dunno, maybe it was the idea that making Garth dark-skinned was an after-thought, rather than the original concept for that version of the character, as evidence by the original artwork of the new Rebirth Legion, which was quickly recalled by editorial for the sake of pandering. And that's made even WORSE when you see what Bendis DID with the subsequent choice to make Garth dark-skinned. Not a Black American, but dark-skinned. AND THAT IS AN IMPORTANT GODDAMN DISTINCTION. Why?

...Bendis, what the fuck?

Really? You're asked to make a character dark-skinned instead of his normal light-skinned origin, and you decide the right origin for that character is to show them fighting the cops, because they come from a poor, low class ghetto world, and then showing that they come from a too-big family struggling to live within limited means? YOU GAVE LIGHTNING LAD THE MOST STEREOTYPICALLY BLACK ORIGIN, DESPITE HAVING NOTHING TO DO WITH EARTH

That is...enormously offensive in every possible way to me. DC Comics editorial pandered to modern movements and made him Black, when that wasn't originally the plan, and Bendis responded by making THE WORST POSSIBLE ORIGIN FOR A DARK-SKINNED CHARACTER POSSIBLE. Look, I'm not saying that Garth needs to be a white ginger kid, a black kid, or any particular race in general. Same with Rokk and Imra, by the way. They come from different planets, and even if they're descended from humans, why the hell do they need to adhere to any particular race or skin color? Race-blind casting if this is a live-action show, that's what I say.

And you maybe thinking, "Calm down, Lonely, it was probably a response to BLM protests happening at the time." NOPE! This was a full FOUR MONTHS PRIOR. Goddamn it, this shit gets me so fucking angry. That said, though, there's one more argument both for and against Garth being dark-skinned, and that's having to do with his powers. Because, uh...in case you don't know...

...the number of Black characters with electricity powers is, frankly, ridiculous. And sure, you could say that Lightning Lad being black is a fun little nod to that weird comic-book trend. But, uh...honestly, it's getting to be a stereotype at this point, and I'm don't know if I'm about that. So, is my Garth Black? I, uh...I don't know. I like it for the sake of diversity, obviously, but I'm also not a huge fan of contributing another Black electricity user to the public zeitgeist, especially because I'd also be including his sister and brother in that number, making the problem even more prominent. I dunno, come up with your own opinion here, but...for now, let's take race out of the equation.

'Cause, uh, here's the fun thing about writing a character or origin for a character: race doesn't have to matter. Not saying it never should, because it obviously should in some instances, but, like...you can write a character however you want to despite race if you want. You, uh...you got that comic book writers? 'Cause you don't seem to. Looking at you, origin of Ironheart that includes her Dad being killed in a drive-by shooting, for Chrissakes. Who wrote that anyw...GOD FUCKING DAMMIT BENDIS WHAT THE HELL

...

Winath. An agricultural planet, Winath is a pretty normal place. Which is pretty astonishing, considering its surroundings aren't quite as hospitable. A Goldilocks planet with a mostly temperate climate, this was settled with the intention to act as a breadbasket for the galaxy. It was, however, a fairly large planet, and early 24th Century colonists had an innovative way of settling it quickly. Like the colonists of Braal, they used one of the Infinity Serums to inoculate themselves and provide useful powers. In this case, they used IS-Black, which used the genetic material of ancient metahumans such as Danton Black, Jaina Hudson, Frederick von Frankenstein, and Simon Ecks to bestow the power of self-replication upon the user.

This worked well at first, until three generations in, when scientists realized two problems. One, this would inevitably lead to excess inbreeding, and two, population growth at that kind of exponential rate would exhaust the resaources of this planet, similar to what had occurred on Earth. So, two solutions were developed. First, genetic limiters were placed on the populus to block their abilities. This didn't fully work on everyone, instead putting limits on how many duplicates an individual could produce in some cases. Therefore, the second measure was put into place, and the colonists who retained this ability traveled to a nearby world within the system: Cargg. More on that one later, of course.

So, who was left on Winath? Powerless colonists who farmed the lands and expanded normally, never gaining too far beyond their means, and working together in cohesive agrarian communities to supply food to their corner of the galaxy and themselves. But an unseen quirk had emerged as a result of the genetic tampering. While an individual could no longer create a duplicate of themselves, the next generation of Winathians showed a massive proportion of twins born. This side-effect would continue, and most births of Winathians would be twins. This eventually resulted in superstition surrounding individual births, and those single siblings would become somewhat ostracized by society.

However, another interesting quirk would eventually be discovered. It turns out that the serum limiters suppressed the ability for Winathians to divide. But what wasn't known by anyone, due to spotty record-keeping in the 21st century, was that one of the sources of metahuman DNA, Simon Ecks, was also an electrokinetic. Which meant that, given the right stimulus, Winathians could potentially develop a secondary ability to control, store, and release energy in the form of electricity. However, on a peaceful agrarian planet like Winath, what could cause that amount of electricity, other than some kind of freak accident?

Enter the Ranzz children, Garth, Ayla, and Mekt.

Born in the 31st Century, the Ranzz siblings came from a normal family. Mekt was a single birth, the result of a troubled pregnancy (which is actually rare on Winath), and was born with white hair (another feature inherited from Simon Ecks). As such, he was ostracized as a child, and grew up quite troubled. However, always rushing to his defense were younger twin siblings Garth and Ayla, who really did love their brother, and were loved by him. An important note there to revisit later. Also, Garth and Ayla being fraternal twins rather than identical ones was also a point of contention for many people.

In any case, the Ranzz kids grew up fairly happy and content, with the exception of Mekt to a degree. His troubled life eventually caused him to fall in with a less-than-savory group of single kids in his generation, worsening his reputation. When he was 16, and Garth and Ayla were 12, Mekt was accepting controversial smuggling jobs as a part of his gang, hired by off-worlders such as the interplanetary gang leader Tharok. On one of these jobs to a nearby dangerous moon, Garth and Ayla hid as stowaways on Mekt's ship. But unbeknownst to all of them, this was a trap, and what Mekt was smuggling was a powerful EMP bomb meant to knock out Winath's power supply, crippling a corner of the galaxy as part of a terrorist plot by the Dark Circle. Yup, I'm getting rid of the Lightning Beasts. 'Cause that's silly (even though the animated series did a GREAT job with it, admittedly).

Needless to say, though...things didn't go as planned. Mekt was meant to take the fall, but with Ayla and Garth revealing themselves in the midst of the affair, Mekt was delayed just long enough for the blast to detonate in an isolated field, away from the intended target. Once detonated, an electric field powerful enough to vaporize most people went off. And yet...the Ranzz siblings survived, changed permanently as a result.

Garth and Ayla took a bit to recover from this, but eventually awoke with electrokinetic abilities, which were awakened by the inherited instability of the Ecks serum. Dubbed miracles by most, the two were arguably made better by the experience. Mekt, on the other hand, realized that this would be an even more isolating experience. And, feeling guilt for having changed his siblings' lives forever, he sought revenge against the person who sought to frame him: Tharok. After that, Mekt disappears for a while, not truly saying goodbye to his siblings and disappearing for several years. But just before he leaves, he goes after Tharok. And let's just say that only half of that guy is gonna survive the encounter.

As time passes, though, Garth becomes less than satisfied with his life on Winath. While Ayla adapts to her powers and this new existence (and maybe learns how to use them slightly differently than her brother does), Garth wants to use his powers to help people, like he had failed to do for his brother (in his eyes). Despite the protests of his family, Garth sees an opportunity to leave and explore the galaxy in the form of the United Planets summit on Earth, and sneaks away in the dead of night to do so, and to fulfill his destiny, while also trying to find his lost brother. And this, of course, will lead Garth to found the Legion of Superheroes.

Garth's story is that of the accidental hero with a chip on his shoulder. His perceived failings leaves him eager to prove himself any way he can, and that leads to rash decisions and actions that his friends have to deal with. It'll also eventually lead to the loss of his arm, but that's another story for another season, of course. His role in this Legion isn't exactly the hothead he is in some incarnations, but the one of the passionate hero who tends not to look before he leaps. So basically, he'll have a lot of consequences to deal with throughout this series, almost all of his own making. And then...there was one.

Saturn Girl: Child of Titan

We're finally at the girl character! Look, more often than not, as I'm sure you know, reader, the token female character is portrayed as the heart of the team, or the sensitive one, or some other stereotypical folderol. In this case, though, I'm leading HARD into Jean grey vibes with Imra, as a person who can read minds and understand people...but is also a bit too powerful for her own good...or for her own people. So, since this has already been WAY too long, let's jump right into my version of the moon Titan.

One of the oldest of the First Ring planets, Titan is a moon of the planet Saturn, and was the first one settled in the early 23rd century. Meant essentially as an outpost to other worlds beyond the solar system, Titan was an intriguing colony location with some problems. Mainly, the lack of breathable air there is somewhat of a problem for long stays, which were often necessary. So, they used the early and easily-developed serum IS-Clay, which used the genetic material of...hoo boy, here we go: Simon Jones, Lilith Clay, Steven Dayton, Tommy Monaghan, Hector Hammond, Manchester Black, an unknown source, and a source kept top-secret. Yeah. Lots of stuff in there. Anyway, that serum gave the recipients psychic abilities, and was later perfected and limited to just supply telepathic abilities. This was so communication could take place without the need for breathing, and instantly over large distances. After all, comms equipment may not work well in a corrosive and flammable atmosphere, so exceptions must be made.

Over time, physical changes amongst the population would occur, simply due to changes in the gene pool over time. Vocal cords, without usage, would likely atrophy somewhat. Not completely, but definitely to the extent where Titanians would speak essentially with their minds, not their voices. Because of lower temperatures, and because of Allen's rule, Titanians would be on the shorter and stouter side, being a bit stockier as a result. So, ideally, the design or actress for Imra would match those parameters.

Additionally, Titan was one of the few planets of the First Ring that had pre-existing civilizations. Long before the human settlers, Martians had settled the planet, with the Red subspecies in particular being the inhabitants of this world. But due to their war with the White Martians, their civilization on Titan was destroyed long before human settlement. The last of these was Jemm, Son of Saturn, who lived during the 21st century, and was known by settlers as a historical figure. However, after a few generations of regular mental communication, some Titanians developed a makeshift hive-mind of sorts, breaking off from the main society and forming their own eccentric collective known as the Espers. This eccentric group would worship Jemm and the ancient Saturnians as essentially gods, and they would become a sort of terrorist group on Titan, trying to change the burgeoning society into something far different from Earth's and more alien. These extremist views got worse and worse over the centuries, until considered a very dangerous cult in the 31st century as a result. And those who know...know.

But the Espers aren't Titan's only issue. As generations pass, the telepathic abilities of the population get progressively stronger and stronger. Personal boundaries begin to disappear due to greater telepathy, leading to the development of even stronger mental boundaries and walls. Most of this power development is peaceful, and Titan is a typically peaceful society. But there is a fear of the next generation being far more powerful than the last. Enter Imra Ardeen.

Born to a fairly well-off family (she's the high-class to Rokk's low and Garth's middle), Imra is one of the most powerful members of her generation. Now, obviously, this is the direction in which Mary Sue walks, but this power isn't effortless for Imra. Not only is this power genuinely difficult for her to control, but it alienates her from those around her. Because she has to keep her power hidden from those around her, she closes herself off mentally, which is a no-no to a society that's mostly open with each other. And the uncertainty surrounding her behavior leads to mistrust. Mistrust leads fear, fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and...well, you know.

Imra is the misunderstood hero, and rather than leaving Titan voluntarily, she's effectively exiled from her home, amidst fears that she's secretly an Esper, or...well, even more dangerous than that. And to be honest, Imra is INCREDIBLY powerful, due to the inheritance of a powerful psychic gift. She's also one of the few Titanians to speak out loud, purely to avoid using her mind. And that is, of course, another Titanian taboo. So, Imra, isolated and ostracized from an entire planetary society, leaves Titan. And if she can help it, she's not going back. This is a shame and a secret for her to bear. However, she will be sought out by the Espers, who seek to add her to her number, especially their own child prodigy, one Meta Ulnoor. Again, if you know, you know.

Imra, once she gets to Earth, is a private and closed off person, but also picks up information very quickly due to her gifts. She's constantly holding herself back, and is always on guard as a result. However, her friends, especially Garth, will eventually get her to enjoy life on Earth, open up a bit, and even guide towards a way to control her powers and emotions that doesn't revolve around repression. Yeah, Imra's an interesting one in my estimation, and seeing her change and open up would be very interesting in my opinion. And given that she's one of the most popular and iconic of the original Legion, I think that's pretty fitting. Even though, ironically, her entry is the shortest one here, but come on...this essay is long enough.

Epilogue: A Balanced Trio

So, there you have it: my versions of the original three with the potential for interesting stories and interrelationships. The more responsible and dutiful Rokk reigns Garth's wilder tendencies in, while Imra grounds Rokk into a more practical reality (and away from hero-worshipping idealism), and Garth helps Imra to enjoy life and let her guard down a bit more than usual. The three balance each other out, but each have distinct personalities outside of each other's influence.

In the first season, these three obviously will be major players, and each will serve as the main anchor for a season-long story, which will tie together by the end of the season. In fact, I've already hinted at that ending story at least twice, although I've obviously left a lot out. We'll get there, though. In the meantime, we have more members of the Legion to fill out. And, in fact, they'll come together as a separate anchor for the season's storyline...but again, we'll get to that one later. In the meantime, I'm taking a break for a minute. This essay took...a while. See you soon!

See you in Part Three!

[bonzoobel]

Oh i absolutely ADORE your murderbot and tellus art! Tellus deserves ALL of the appreciation! So excited to see the rest of that sketch page! I love how you line and color them! Its so cool! Thank you!

HI HI THANK YOU SO MUCH this makes me so happy you dont even KNOW!!!! i love drawingthe sillies even more knowing that people enjoy seeing them🫶🫶 and youre so right tellus is literally. the most! ever! and im glad we can all agree on that

[viktorkondrakis]

Theory: The Allmother

To the Hindus she is Shakti, to Wiccans she is Herodias, to Heathens she is Frigg. In Hellenic Pagan and Roman Pagan communities she may be Cybele, Rhea, Gaia, Hera, Magna Mater, Tellus, Ops, or Juno.

Regardless of her manifestation, this Allmother has found her way in many expressions of society irrespective of culture. Even the Avatar series has a Mother God (Eywa, a permutation of "Yawe").

Why did She appear? An easy explanation would be that fertility and creation were associated with femininity and motherhood, so a divine Genetrix was developed across different nations to express a common archetypal idea. But perhaps there is a more significant reason for Her presence.

Freud theorized that patricentric and androcentric religions arose as a result of tribes psychologically coping with the deaths of their patriarchs. Your paternal figure died? Deify him. Then he lives forever and will be with you in spirit. That was the idea, and younger deities like Zalmoxis (Ζάλμοξις) emerging from dead humans are evidence of this phenomenon.

I believe the Mother Goddess came about as a result of the brutality of early humanity. The first 200,000 years of our development were filled with bloodshed, killing by stronger predators, and natural disasters such as droughts. This violent contribution to our evolution meant that Young Humanity had little time for compassion or altruism. As a response to this excessive bestial cruelty, a "sacred feminine" was developed by various societies to cope with the evil that surrounded them.

This mechanism (if I may use such a crude term) has served its purpose in arising when societies are on the brink of collapse to steer people in the right direction. She was Sophia to the Valentinians and Mary to the Christians, but once patriarchal structures were enforced by greedy and power-hungry priests, this peace-producing principle was kept in the shadows and buried, resulting in humanity in general losing its capacity to love and sympathize and devolving into wars.

She is rising again, I believe in response to the god-awful state of so many countries. The spirit of revolution, of peace, of science, of ingenuity, of creative energy, of justice, is spreading her wings once more in the hearts of many. "Like the Star of Autumn who, surpassing all Lamps, is ever-shining, bathed in the ocean", to quote Homer.

And we are left with two options: move with Her, or get out of the way.

[libidomechanica]

Colin them crowded with sullen-seeming every other like a beauteous

A curtal sonnet sequence

               I

Call court neglect, nor can pursue, but the blossoms. With lullaby your poets, or heart, with gilded masks? Colin them crowded with sullen-seeming every other like a beauteous thou art—not known to me the less for the Records of Spain. The boat, ’ and drivels seas to sport half sick of sleep, and in their trust; taught And having used to bring her dress was very soon he’d hear my music of Pan from the able to give thee, Katie!

               II

Let all you find news of being much more the applause of war, ’ but I’m prepare those hanging, slow-nodding, the inwards; ’twas in the hour to spare. Though weariness, Oh, weep for her daughters; she was a day or some rich Hesperides, stunned with stars through three lives, not love and play it well—tis the true that then. In that bathing the twelve sweet Birds sing She knew: her answer’d, No! Deadly, and without procession ev’rywhere; this bed thy name?

               III

Of other lovers live and in the sovereign buffoons, to do not sink below the bee, that high Capital, where is heavy prisoners, dividing thirst of which flash’d in song apollo singeth, which, being join’d, like thunder, and could not die; but live and dig, and said … Nay, we’ll gently to Rest. Rising fair, every clouds and some palace in the girls in the way, and the bath you that paste … till qualified, for people never known here.

               IV

Let other please you sorrow; from heaven, ’ as Cassio says, t is true’, was chosen one, then he and Southey every grove of power, which Love speak? Must still the dead could restoring when I’m laid by govern they were alive. Again? So celebrated foot, Philoctetes in woman’s foam I found it is a harmonies of the spirits grew a wife as Willie had, I wadna gie a button for suppose him sword by side.

               V

Of Wisdom, ever less bilious—but oh fie on’t! What is left understood and serenely by the smart. Battista; though I am, for their heart convey its growing, or in the night and Day, how Sultán Máhmúd, the love or to be hove down fresh crush of leaves the paines, that heaviness, he mighty ebb and fluttering Muse doth lie, viewing, rueing long manured by a pond edged with moon and our tale, of which, in distressed.

               VI

The song of the young, where are the multitudinous chatter of the Vintners buy one hair of night; sleep, and bent to revenge is as if by former, underground, they write, when thou since purpled chamber ward i’ll take their parent cheek forgive me. Love, that we didn’t see more; o’er the calm and pen, he had seen me get them; but some huge hamper altogether. But Phillis was not so the camerado’ Scott, so you conceit of love?

               VII

At least in her e’e? And like rocks. Come away, for all connected your parts in shadowes your heart, and soda-water. City- roar that opener door for he howls with a sight on dark and tiger, must leave me; and fear so fair, in hart both repent, and the suspicion of ocean when he pluck them per hours, days, months, which he had never flatter; wives in springing alone in woe! For Haidee striped white-hot. And night to issue.

               VIII

—And if she bent on him that ruled the truth is—in a well. Unless youth, forbye a stuff, it were as prompt to speak give me love, who holds fast and lips, and with eternal. And clouds are weak they smiles take place, a body should be deeply dyed. For instance will and favours light: but we find ourselves must rhymes not mere splendor be consider’d: first, nor had pondering itself when you’llhave a fire,—but such a royal sage Sardanapalus.

               IX

Then with something save three make in safety to the Dust descended majesty was there burning; he bore a purple robe I did befalling sisters who, by the fair throne, and Tellus feels its lips and cozenage; and so gentleman was meant, not Angel of a riot, he perceived the only from thee? And robb’d others by you: your Pasimond, the vessel strong when I speaking the leader sang—and bought, and hung with a ring?

               X

The morning, for which I found the living? The eye, here in my mouth but your face lies upturn’d of fields divine, until they dared not mistake? Tis we, who shut in cloud. Met palsy half way: soon signed to the sing a line as the bier within your shore; these other flown away, ’twould perceive in the tides: and I at rest from my Bed, and speak your bosom swell; I can’t fathom they, with golden Day, which frozen tears which makes the touch’d it dead.

               XI

Executioner of misery and move to thee, thine, by commands—the intense atom glows of ambition’s Waste, I know not its signified: the faces, especial providence is our hair. Give us more welcome. Where we love lifts its hooves if it brings me to ye, my lad, o whistle and the things, in fact that when shipwreck’d, with prayers, and the God have thorn, when others false adulteration. Love first stale virgin throng!

               XII

If Maud were loneliness, but sunk again. Betwixt the mathematical, to end or to remove his sheep-fold, before Peru learned handsome hock and for the prey their silence: while stores and lifted up his eyes watch our young pinions. They of my bodhisattva of not be saved, especially if you did great a loss; but sharp than they, in the world adores, Wake, melancholy corners cried, I like me, and the seed of late.

               XIII

Pulse and you hee’l flatter); wives in a dream? And hardy to the skies, the empty household savour. Their grieved her. That the fault I bring merchant-vessels, bound nor contempt shall adore in several weeks, I breathes. And the moon was a lady treading on his Shoulder; and so I cannot silent. She sage replied, her long sufferer knew, an ominous. He is a prescience, fill me why to thee my face, and set to rise, and sea.

               XIV

Therefore to be neuter and overset her. Into the trade is or rather griefes then preferred his tongue wad deave a black curls were cut out to have left the loss of reaper, reaping late and life in which then shall I say than many planes above my mind … there’s bitter incense doth of Gold and without, nor shun to die in their gaze ripe from loving, this rainbow, bursting grace it oft would not: shouldst move the thorny path o’ care.

               XV

The hoarder’s prows put off yon cape of dark. To see that through frozen fields of barbarous sport of thing what the honey sprung. Silent as stern as Pluto’s sceptre, that I reap’d—I came her fair continue her return. To make a bank of vapour and sensual call, or waste a long reply; and yet not Woman e’er complexion dwells; where, though chidden vales, of metaphor quite adulterate eyes give salutation to us.

               XVI

And Catherine make example mayst thou love us, last, had he quite, one Glimpse at him, Wordsworth’s last night he ran, and love for the heat of some though life with thine own finger. Wildly fancy set, Cease, you’llhave a heel, and they will only bend in bronze for me! At point only crossed me from the tumblings are lost in heart’s desire, give me. His heaven is nothing repenting, wear my breast when the place of friend, at no man ever wauks.

               XVII

So my mothers all silver pin. My sex will be bled to do with me in discourse we go, and drank in Joy; shall sting. Heaven to the destroy’d, amidst thou now art! She rose, how sweet, so fair, yet a man of many hearts doth Love speak.—’Mid the Hand then he was a sort of her sect, are the same sings the Rhine; the breezeless landsmen would defend their new portmanteau, perhaps believed: a letter. And reap, and the suddenly she died.

               XVIII

It is nothing reason scanned, and watch’d by the like, that I fall in a smile on your address’d—and Lambro saw all were getting turban, slippers, pistols, dirk,—they kindles red. Nor wear a garland was in the Neck; then recollecting towers of the woman finds no one knows why, unless wife; I sue not to her heard of yet; and an altar- flame; and I with Fate condition, instede of blisse; in the forky lightning-swift their breast.

               XIX

The companion, whom to love that eventide; meantime, read against the church and to his remembered lads that roof’d them, for I maintain the job’s done it, thereupon twould pose, and deeper sunk the Vessel on his eyes are ended by his around, to the multitude a nectar stream; the stair, and brute, laughing past the classic Salamanca, to follow’d o’er the sweet a breath. Such rage as winter’s countries, are welcome, with a knot.

               XX

To make us sigh evergreen for this. I beheld, that Pasiphae promoted breede my balefull smarte, as if thine airy children of sentimental. Wink at once again unto the Turkey or in quarrel, and yet leaue me peaceful ladies wishing his heart at bottom, a little dames, among the golden gate; and then hasten thither, sweet and the truth at once, the moon does these words repeat fine to secure than witty.

               XXI

Leave us, last, of parcells make some draw; some hock and government in her eyes with your Psyche, with any since they were she cries, fools! As Love’s world, thou hast smil’d through chill win, or else one to bless itself would resisted out for abstract fame much that’s impossible, now farewel! Are vain: then Iphigene, obliged by force in these sad highway home, where he was only make too long bin place of mourning underneath the quiver.

               XXII

And if I blush’d through opposite thee, Katie! When I got to their carriage rarely can command since Homer’s achilles orders done, but no young, and there as plentiful and sung, since the ambassadors of all heaven. Shape should be sometimes do I love you, or, what we use in vain, since all is o’er, farewell—then with my mind’s eye. In that new to register of state, no registry, no harboring womanhood in braids behind.

               XXIII

They won’t slip and therefore reach’d upon ages push on, or eats from all women you know’st it not all love exhausted like any other face. Such stuff was courtesy, she touch me with rose-enameld skies just divided wit, flashes into the palm, like skulls that makes Love his suit he moves the Samian Here rises and laughs at all, having need of late I have been blessed be thou leaves in one quite; so were wont to butt, and his way.

               XXIV

Which it is a power region? But, fool, unruly sun, were spreaded feathers to Candy with thankful heart outright. Black, and corrosive care bid all his side as a man; love made incomplete. That footprint harden’d soul sublime of—Heaven be neuter leucadia’s rock still be very hardest gazer’s wish, and gave me to passion’s flame are the living Might, when nature’s rich profusion fills the twelve rings went on as Thou or I.

               XXV

Noble Vashti! At eventide; meantime the biscuit and outward part; but others by youth, the device of kisses, whose tender feet water like prayers divine amends; and in a better fare; and when the lead, and we must sufferer knew, must get through his people he had nothing and showers enquiring eyes, and here I stood at times in one band hasten to be a torn place the mildest, meekest of many heart has burst.

               XXVI

Fixed: last shone a fabric crystalline, ribb’d and day could not decreed, bright still aloof they are in a twilight homeward drove him time to learnedly, are thy virgins dance so happens, I’m afraid, however, are merely innocent, its charge safe with an inwards; and they call’d them, and the sky, and thou, who Man of man was it else with Nature meant and half drown’d, he cried: Arise! Close by the end of these, which makes it would stown a clue.

               XXVII

Saved from the first passion’s flame kindled hope, whene’er I shoulders of great a loss to go through wood and lov’d, honour’d the mothers are daily servile rout of the fields of reapers! Trace in all things be contentedly, and laws unto her best cloud as syllables both are less for me the church, their shade of cypress cone, life’s sacred thirty in the tower, the sweet thief, whence could, noble; or of mine annoyes are met, and look’d as shee.

               XXVIII

Yes, woman, said he, hold up to our tongue that was overhung with the sky, whose gentlemen who give thee we come to ye, my lady’s looks, and traces and all the Harvest the prease of early fruit. From leaning on the well-pleased, his poor human soul to Cymon found in his high have wrought of woe with many a curl; or with eternal love in love will decide: the Powers, thou shalt ca’ me for a soul is parch’d brows, such as you.

               XXIX

I’m seriously, there was a wabster gude, could not: should surely shalt lie displays, possessed by every onwards, still they might controlling through those petals nipp’d before abhorred. And green; he heart the truth vain delicate asylum, I ate your friends remainder set to get from heap to her son amidst thou mine, I say, was very much, nor me the ladies do the true lover. Go, happy day go in another lottery.

               XXX

That there’s a shaft, thought, and hearty than we would riot, he prefer thee wither; sic a wife as Willie had, I wad na gie a button for a fool. After dinner— a day of good always snow that lady, whose the tale had touched into one deem’d her maids by night, no doubt they took it, the fair so was sharpening formless this. Smile had he been wooed and point, and of Thought’s foes embraces of this poem’s merely speculations.

               XXXI

And by thirst, or forward to be all the arrow flew; tis as were difficult to praise: a hermitage, whether your haire with Aarons pretious oyle, and sends new Werters yearly to tame, though t were a pittance; these unwonted work required, for we must bear it—shut his head was wreath for with fair way down the Memory of music came to the heart With beating up to death, resume his daughters or her beauty? Bore off!

               XXXII

And cape. Of canvass you: her courtly Nymphes, acquainted with Greek to whom your fists into one for down-glancing the advanced the fading me down from thy darkness and listening which men call inconstant in brief, dream and fill then new East will was her far away, without turning zeale, flash’d suddenly wonder flie, o ease my need the ending. The whisper, and the Cash in hand pain, was not feel at least, and sweet breath, and behold!

               XXXIII

Ah, what look upon its delight, as colour into the pen;—strange to terror of the world’s bitter incense doth throw. Teaching tooth, tusk, and Greek, and turn’d inside-out, or drives, and purpose; and ever, but some handsome and print those who had shone ever though sweet a face of power, was the eternal wind, tossed and strong sweet. Truth thoughts my deeds must have not battery, to the rock; but violence; the moment, he might broke out in Wales.

               XXXIV

Some kindles red. And fire, while pleasure. Safe with Athos. You say that renew, and t is true, and keep afloat. Shouted them. The shadow of our Spartan dead! The drowsy spells whose cheek, and what a whirlwind is ouercome with a new ass spake the same way. As one of the reward. Together; and it shall neither care. Pressure of bliss; and whisper of our damsel this way. Where pleasant voyage perhaps you’ll say the which we Phantom wooed.

               XXXV

How grew the milky ways, my legs refused, because is this as generous part, like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be. God blessed soules, euen soules fairest euer; stella hath refused, because of the cliffs, the silence will not being far: first love sans bans is both wits, or they look upon this restless lovers with fortune deal, rolled around my heavenly power half-lost in yourself, foreseen—then struck with the consequences.

               XXXVI

And where name to where they, where thy little: wherefore to bring you say, and hang that her said, Sweet fruit to blame there is not the little Leila, with this same sings. Thou leau’st the best, even in their wonted were my hoarder’s princess, O my prime, and his wind- tossed haire, nor like ocean must be recite by name, and Jamshýd gloried and say’st that his sensibilities or fruitful on occasionally away from the mouse, and her flight!

               XXXVII

Revisit thee not bear them all one half the parent to revenge is my love is thrown, or better Moon arose; and forced a walk,—for aught should ask me how many tours of such a throne. Last Love, I fill the rape is made excuse what the churchyard lie, let who with rhyme, the bride were not much command the back-stile, and the little snakes off the rosy lips mute, I must, each out-at-elbow peer, or desperate now we’llget o’er his Hell.

               XXXVIII

All the prize content the swans and fishing to weepe. Wee shall return unto the vine blushing supply of tablets has gotten million—drawered cheek her breast. Let his title, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad. For all injustice slain forgiven: ’—but upon the grave, besides fish, honey, drawn the abysm-birth of element, rustle of God! I said before hart lou’d and dress, and warm, in case by chance may hit on: but to our tale.

               XXXIX

She goes, allures that lies in Petrarch’s wife as Willie had, I wadna gie a button for his thing else is. Beginning, ere one tires; thus to the French, as the clouds, and tortures hot breath; thou may’st plainly see how it would wildly fancy confines, of magic ladies, of studious zeal or love, whose perfumes by to tower’d Camelot; outsides. Sweet view of her. And haunted by thee not be, as in a wakeful rest.

               XL

The gamester’s known this curst vessel near them had little kissable mouth where before. All in love was pleased her how, ’ my fault’ she were most sublimely mild, but not succeeded in my mother, Our Adonais, like the Candia, Cyprus, Rhodes at distress over a cock’d hat; but one, Her Grace but you, fair Albany. But as the miserable? Such stuff was courteous, every cloud which they never dreams, ready of Shalott.

               XLI

The last ray wane of those rude bones to unknown; but when the surly village churl. Face; with love? Three of haunts umbrage of the day: she leaneth on a velvet moss uprose; and beholding the willing with justice slain spirits: yet we know knowledge he tried to courting with his cause; where a room to renew their small, utterings, ye sooth what the sky is still, in the charm might essential torches even as they met, and then he’s gone.

               XLII

I tried them not; have myrtle rods at will with them placed, and sends new Werters yearly go’st procession; a woman. Which she guests dropped up in earth our human soul the pen;— stranger-youth!—Then Scylla in a night with a rosebud to nothing coy, keep close with wings rain without you—so many? The Lady of Shalott. And the blossoming, her fast. To join his throne, the sands and would, they found it answer. Even in all his berth, nowhere.

               XLIII

Whiter?—None of the tempests mad, but of our bodies ’gan to boom a sound digestion. Colder yet work’d by the wither, no more white was heard, and wish’d, and the scent of Repentance from Candian shore, guarded barley and of May, singing to his arrows at his vows in my Glass! Descending spright if it brings me to plague to sell for naught: such substances are heaven-kissing while our hair; and the toast of what some aqua-vita.

               XLIV

He tore it woo, and trod, as on a pastoral slope to slavery, at least be so. From what thou free The One remained, that rack for reply, o masters or daughter. She whirls me to ye, my lad, tho’ father booty sought her down. Moving pomp might hand her attends the meadow grass, and thro’ the breast. And you sleep, and if the World to carve them were all that agony, across the Atlantic broad. That Time and tho’ your champaign, drank.

               XLV

The nearer blisse; in tombe of life, impatient as the next of pearl she did never knowing why—an overpowering the eye that it is the knows well as lightning hasty took its will now him, of the sun upon paper—even a visit from City Hall to each other’s princess rode to take and ends of freedome gladly die? Her eyelashes, that I bleed. Pleasure passionate their mouths without the Muses do not mistake?

               XLVI

Beneath a coral the look’d upon each? Follow when the umbrage of Absál, then with unkindness. As some corners of the east, are more so all years spent in its trembling leavest me thine eyes more modest, on some guns broke by the beach fond hope were na coming of this knows what you can, gifts will things round without flaw the leak the coal has poured from behind: they would have kissed my mind of monster to a woman sitting upon each?

               XLVII

If it be a doubt, a sigh to them.—Come away, the barbarous spits they restore; and in this, that had been detained with thee— Ah, I have laugh, to wean him from the tables cooked. Till gather flowers then Thou messengers wiped the sleeping dove, but let me nothing; Juan saw the women takes thrown topsy- turvy, twisted, crisp’d, and then ask of me, against thy estimate: the Princess should give them gold and drink, and why should be spring?

               XLVIII

He shall roll, too many stars, for what he might find none liked whate’er he might beautie’s wonne: sweet love, sustains it from mine eyes more that there where I made up by prudes with their mouth gracefully as Gauls her pleasures. The next ocean, earth, wealthiest the morning light or the merchandise was swaying within a dream of the yellow nighting shafts of disappointed fields the Market- place, one Dusk of a soft cheek, and determinate.

               XLIX

The softer light and dancing and drank their new portmanteau, perhaps fra Pandolf by desires have a soundless were beheld the sun assuaged, and made him doubt no less lady of Shalott. Whose Doorways are as good as soon absolution, by which the victors, all her turn’d to have help’d on her mouth with darts in one so innocent breast, that shivering of men, god dawn’d on Chaos; in its cause. In fact much more his weekly bills.

               L

That ’s under thus a moon roses on the way lips had got many as this arms take place it bore; the finger drew out a Word of it. Rife without a dawn, may he liv’d or lasted in the boast of nature’s deep foundations, most of what the old, to find so much amiss, according as the cost, chose an unleafed tree blasted here: turn’d in turn round their long to the new soft fall and perhaps fra Pandolf chance is but a feint.

               LI

Behold! And at my day, ’ like a beautiful white brows went arching that hardly name is Shame, but gie me my loue he seems to mend yours, you’ve pass’d, and, stepping the freak of bounding a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single act of immortality, or by one, the king who but seats a nation, by which thou know’st no want of word, they danced with undaunted by the pity to me she stands. Who threw such as the eternal.

               LII

But in the Truth and some good to draw—but it with Daffadillies dight. For we all her turn arrives, it soothe my cheek her brows shall aid thy center is come to men much lover sate a squall or two upon my watery pillow’d o’er his son, but at Apollo’s touch him slumbering stars, how that looks the woman and out, and Self-contempt, but have been talk’d their massive is the sun will banish all of the while their best behind.

               LIII

And then despond: then she hopes from coverts innermost and boy, his eye, which doth tuch those we dote on odour more where the season be thou think its music has power: I’ve known at leisure the shoulder to clear; and thither, as I was bound with the downward weight of Albany. The bones are wooing voice is known, by his friend, they wander nor Hephaestion, ’ it is like hours? After we’d both his deeds must ride, the Lady of Shalott.

               LIV

Rubber dinghy. As bear with a cry. Perchance conducted, or burnt, turn’d as, buried these words I know, was never yet there was blighted the moon, they fused to serve the meaning, of the blade returned at vast disintegration of the eternal deep. Now no joy but lacks salt, that thou be laid, of pure affections than that smile, what scene one hour of intent, with open eyes, the rest, wherein shower, where everybody loved us.

               LV

I never could, her duty was sick—no, t was mine, to the unshapeliest, meekest of pork, moreover, met, but still he touch were near: for the pitying my people of life nuptial examples may freely move: so thought but she’s statuary a race of mist on neither trunk. I think the light, which regale all round their quiuers, in Sleeps against the device; wrought her double bride errs, but we find our entrance on would do.

               LVI

And in his failing: the prize has sank, or but at Apollo, from kindling bride he took him to prove twas but an unhallow’d thy bold hand, wife, unless dian had gone a smile to dwell in the osier-isle we have spoke, but scorn what we’ve so martial, to which doth thine image which yielded to the approaching high decay; till she loos’d the song. How many times away. The Mill has gotten, and love alone, the Lady of Shalott.

               LVII

The life all thou wilt not being as he gazed on glass; I speak me again. For Venus’ ceston every spendthrifts’ heirs endures, from kindly leavest me think that Philo- genitiveness; and He that once the hint, not Angel of a strange diagonal, and Europe’s social wrong; and his altered cherry, they labours ripened, a youthful plea commenced; Decide not ere you eft with thank the seas; a red sailors ate the fire.

               LVIII

That I would haue me helplesse meerely? Which they’re gather sparkling through one small hands we too into one wide was Nature declared as Pasimond his way to save, and unwilling sheet. Nor, when thou art dead, scatter’d round the rain, the running in wait whole, she that woman planted unless wonders he had been detained at vast disinterest in her teens, and yet be said the hypocrisy for thee up as an Eastern star.

               LIX

In mockers and so this I know not wholly, and we are new and neither care; and enamour’d breathe, and no wind—the burden would seem princely name is Jupiter, my Lord, who have him the damp death bent with me, we’re wed to the unknown, and was white walls I have in theirs of old, and of Charles’s Wain? Hast thou first impel, till God released amid the fond parisian aspen-bough, began to speed. Both pype and Muse, shall aid thy crew.

               LX

Can reveale. Of midnight and proved war, storm, or even in with; theirs, what in a certain courteous, every other play like truant rogues the deepest hell, than all those petals nipp’d before: therefore I would that which is being much more a slave and there if you must ride, I shall neither courses would have been but a weaklier chilly and wrapt him closer or farther away are deaf and blushing the snow-tops of life, you pause.

               LXI

Myself a motley to the courtiers stared, the ground, and pursuing hopes of his air, exposed, shall eat when I read thy though every part ought to prayer for the latest flake of Eternity, and then ask of joy and gibber all? Men call it circumference; and enamour’d busy batter doe him call when Winter-sterued. Which is acquired in Natures who discuss pretence about her within the grainy dusk toward hands.

               LXII

How many beads the horizon’s bribes, as that ruled the air, and even his own chimney- smoke, felt glad; but neither of us love was perfet harmony her moonlight; and that’s an appropriate simile, that watch’d him, if I could lend it utterance, for instantly at brim of day. A thing of a chemical kisses might Out of heaven is cast beneath its gentle damp, and pass; without a moan? Into the water.

               LXIII

An hour to spare,—why do the Absolute autocrat not a breaking; From the nineteenth century don’t much to quote; you haven’t both great causes all the orchard, lying at a masquer, and with such a trial;— then the stars fall, quite bewilder’d on a mailens. The lily I condemn, abjure thereon could not lost, life he wrung his garden trees all the dead body. Haste, while he, despair? Was hush’d as far abode. As not in vain.

               LXIV

From all minion of them, mystified surprised men with having got it, the golden light. That finer, simple, fire-side this examples of years I have hardly could lay thee, and merely innocent divine, whence down, death felt, infliction, but not disappointed hour. When we hope, nor shame, are vain; love taught as the long but under Dust, and a noddy, and leafy locks curl’d much contrived to soothe history’s pen; their long lying low.

               LXV

This flea, and calm, and his scared, the only faut is lost in the helmets, breath was fiery realm, and found out as chives, after leaving even thou hast brought for, baith kirk and mouth, to pleased; and kings, a woe-worn love— put out my senses, dreading together do stray; but to assail’d me; for substantial wives; and when first—my head, and that good matter which our moderate bathers. Shall o’er her aspect here and after all, or ere she.

               LXVI

Were not to give him, and dizziness to cost your mother, mathematics. And wordless ire of a surf-torment. I stand like love him to be happy, for all of them appear, to choose; at length, nor far, ere from his voice before they knew to what still their eyes holding all the flowers the work boots. Venus fills the thick with pale blows along; the ship afloat, thou still the brink. She made their guilty be, except possible to erase?

               LXVII

Round her heel; and intent, with lullaby. Aye, thus the lock to dip dark mantle far more blest than a girl; as girls these thing approved his cave, but not die. Presume his eyes her visits with this theme—he seldom sung below us is living fresh Spring with trembling waters be preferr’d in Whitehall; so, as the Sin where were the Sprite, whom the truly liberal Lafitte, and thus it was, t was nimbler much do ghesse, yet maiden, you!

               LXVIII

Like his, a mute and weep! Even a visions of the grain entrusted anchors, helmet and sweat, and years had lov’d nought the sweet childish push-pin, for shore, and gained, but merely servile glutton, who too much: nor o’er- praise, nor from his blazon’d baldric slung a mighty Mother, and ocean wave flow’d, for thee yon kingless sphere. And the lovely, loving but a feint. Is not all the baits for a guest, a sailor when of altered scheme of prime.

               LXIX

From side to seize their anchor, the last the ending more than the meal. Is full of ache, how sweet’ I like sovereign Assembled with stone, mock’d of by the beames of nothing as a cunning Painter and butterflies— renounce the flow on with a golden song apollo singeth, which intellect, whate’er he had combated with gore, and lull’d with white; when you appears, their sun, that I should adore, not her, but it pleasure, what we went.

               LXX

Is, that hundred and break on mountains or deep inside of myself at the fair face, wha for the mildest dreamed I stood telling sun, though vanquish’d, suffering in a case of gordian snake, like for ever having lived with people far away, because the hour was that liberty with tender-ship, you stick your slaue; in iustice and earth paradise enow. And a good dog grieue me worse, the man! Her third was as nothing back again.

               LXXI

Other plac’d; such as to presents, fast food. Met palsy half were less to beare coles of female growth a vengeful canker eat him up under the purest human pastures; or, O torturing tones of themes in my poem. Not lost, although every nations were, in some look’d high degrees, their warnings gainst the roar of laughter’s song he is, no doubt, less of passage prevents theirs is the common cause: there were reads the dead, you need not this.

[lady-wren-of-tella]

u out here matching my freak fr

oKAY BUT I HAVE TO TELLU ABOUT THIS ART PIECE IM DOING BC IM IN HIGHER LEVEL ART

so we were to make a piece tackling a social/political piece, and i chose abuse

buttt heres the twist

im using bug imagery

cicadas specifically, im gonna have this faceless figure pinning down a cicada and im planning on making cicadas out of clay so i can add a 3d element

that i will bestie

OOOOH I LOVE ART

oh abuse is such a fascinating topic in terms of artistic expression

bug imagery!! ooh!!

oh my god

woah

wait

i love that holy shit

[jk1spring]

hey guys I'm writing a book now

so I thought I would share it with y'all

Prologue

I was running, scared of what might happen if I stopped. We have not seen any since before I was born. Most set off to the east or west to mountain ranges or swamps of my homeland. We only know some of the other locations. My heart was racing so fast It felt like a stampeding buffalo through the many livestock fields. I suddenly tripped and fell, I got up to run but it was too late. It came from the west and it circled like a hungry shark in the air. As it landed in front of me. I closed my eyes and saw my friends waiting for me to get home. The guilt rushed in. they will never see me again, at least they are safe. I braced myself for impact nothing came. I opened my eyes and it was sitting there like it figured out what I was doing. it took off beating its powerful black and red wings towards the village. when I got there the creature had already taken everything from me. the village was in ruins and the others were trapped under the burning debris and I tried to help but a scrap of metal fell on my head and I was knocked unconscious. I woke up with a bandage over my right eye and by the awful pain in my chest and hardness of breath a few broken ribs. I looked around what I can only assume was a cave and spotted another dragon. “who are you? Where am I?” she turned around and spotted me. “ah you’re awake!”. I immediately recognized the voice. “Stella!” I ran up to my sister and gave her a big hug with my wings. “the village-“ she hushed me and I finally heard the faint noise of giant wings flapping and they weren’t dragon. We both stood in silence until the sound ended. “what was that?” I thought for a moment and even without the answer I had figured it out. “wait was this all the power of an ancient?” I had heard legends of dragons that grow even larger than most elders and become corrupt. They often ended up with a pack of dragons they give some of their power to and rule large castles. That would explain why I saw a Tellus. dragons with earth magic usually live deep in mountain caves in giant cities. Meanwhile us astrums live in small colonies to study the majestic stars we love. Though it’s rare for any astrum to live in the castle that’s where our most prestigious astrology school is. That is where my big sister should be. “Stella did you leave school early? You aren’t suppose to be here right now!” she gives a deeply bored look. “I don’t have time for a pitiful fight so I’ll just explain quickly. I was studying old migration pattern sheet for ancients and realized one was coming to the village so I came to help but you’re the only survivor I spotted Gemini.” I winced “don’t use my full name.” I said angrily But I had finally processed her words. “is everyone dead?”

[lamtncz]

SOME WORDS ABOUT US Well-coordinated teamwork speaks About Us We love what we do A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. Read more Our working process She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. Read more SEEMINGLY ELEGANT DESIGN About our online store Risus suspendisse a orci penatibus a felis suscipit consectetur vestibulum sodales dui cum ultricies lacus interdum. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff.Dictumst per ante cras suscipit nascetur ullamcorper in nullam fermentum condimentum torquent iaculis reden posuere potenti viverra condimentum dictumst id tellus suspendisse Developed by Xtemos Studio @ 2023 WORDS ABOUT US Our Team Convallis ullamcorper aliquet ultrices orci cum vestibulum lobortis erat. Mark Jance CEO / FOUNDER Aviana Plummer CEO / FOUNDER Braydon Wilkerson CEO / FOUNDER Kristin Watson CEO / FOUNDER DEVELOPED BY XTEMOS STUDIO @ 2021. We work through every aspect at the planning WE DO IT FOR YOU WITH LOVE 2010 FOUNDING YEAR 2000 HAPPY COSTUMERS 190 COMPANY WORK WITH US 2 OFFICES 21 TEAM MEMBERS 750 PROJECTS COMPLETED Our company history and facts I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. Design & development process demonstration A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul,like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart.