#winter veil carol

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 12. corruption kink

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “not so angelic”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ the little angel that came down from heaven to spread the joyous spirit… surely omega won’t try anything

pairing: omega ghoul x gn!angel!reader

a/n: this one has been in the back of my mind for a while now. this one is a little more dark than the previous ones. viewer discretion is advised.

cw: nsfw content. corruption kink. dub-con. kinda primal play-idk (?). stalker omega. virginity loss. rough sex. outdoor sex. penetration. marks and hickeys. bites. slight masochism from reader.

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“look at those soft, pearly wings… i bet they’d look even prettier after i fuck you up.” —❤︎

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every winter season, omega finds himself trudging out of the ghoul den, unglamoured and keeping himself hidden in the shadows as he observed the joyous season of christmas.

it was a rather simple holiday to the quintessence ghoul. a time where friends and family come together to enjoy the fleeting wonders this winter holiday had to offer. chestnuts roasted over a crackling fire, accompanied by the fresh aroma of peppermint and mistletoe. omega found solace in christmas. to be able to have so much fun and create a beautiful warmth in the most dangerous season of the year. he found beauty in that.

but, all of those festivities weren’t what caught omega’s eyes about christmas.

just like how demons and ghouls roamed the blackened skies during halloween and the events of november, their counterparts descended from the heavens to help spread christmas spirit, veiled in their disguises to be sure to not give away their holy features.

you were an angel that omega just so happened to stumble upon. he watched you from the branch of a pine tree, being sure to keep himself cloaked in the darkness as he observed you jumping around happily in the snow. he’s been watching you for a while now. you didn’t know him, but you spotted him once during last year’s christmas and gave him a friendly smile— not knowing of his true demonic nature. since then, omega has been hooked. he didn’t have a definite reason on why he was so drawn to you, but the ghoul has found himself trying to find your presence, catching you doing your heavenly duties for the ones above.

omega just found you strikingly beautiful.

while he was observing you from the snowy trees, he noticed how you were frolicking around the snowflakes and singing a sweet christmas tune. how cute, you were having some time to yourself, singing childish carols, but your sweet angelic voice was beautiful enough to serenade the woodland creatures nearby. hell, it was enough to serenade omega himself. your voice was delicate, but it was laced with a certain sweetness that honeyed each word you sung.

it was such a beautiful sound.

omega couldn’t help but wonder how your voice would sound if you moaned his name.

the quintessence ghoul has taken a liking to your… innocence. you were so pure, as white as snow, just like the pearly color of your feathery angel wings, they were like a dove’s. something about that youthful purity drove his mind… crazy. the very thought of numbing your oh so innocent mind, into a broken, sex-crazed bastard was enough to get his dick hard. that just sounded so hot to him. he didn’t care if that made him a creep, he was just yearning to feel your angelic body on his corrupt, demonic one.

omega needed you. he needed to have a piece of that.

he growled lowly and licked his lips as he observed you dancing and singing. omega found himself growing more excited as he slowly got closer to you, creeping down from the branch and slowly approaching you, as you were still oblivious to the piercing slits of omega’s violet eyes staring into your form.

as you neared the end of your song, your eyes slowly opened to look up at the sky. you were about to take a deep breath in to appreciate the chilly air, but an instinctive yelp escaped your throat as you felt yourself get tackled into the snowy grass.

omega hovered over you and snarled as he stared down at you, his face filled with a tainted, greedy desire that only you could satisfy. he let out a low, husky growl and smirked.

“got you.” he teased darkly, and your eyes widened as you stared up at him.

it was a ghoul. you shouldn’t be seen with a ghoul like this— let alone any kind of demon. it was a sin. you struggled and writhed around to try and get free.

“l-let go, demon!” you shrieked, feathers ruffling as you tried to get away. “i can’t be seen with you!”

omega pouted at this. awww, were you trying to escape? too bad, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. “awh baby… don’t be like that. i promise i’m a nice demon.”

he chuckled lustfully and lowly, his pupils turning into hearts as he stared down at you, keeping you pinned to the ground. you just winced as you looked up at him, still not exactly picking up what he wants.

“w-what do you want from me..?” you squeaked out, trying not to cry from how scared you were. omega noticed the glossiness in your beautiful eyes.

fuck. that was so hot.

“you, angel.” he stated bluntly and huskily, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “i want you.”

he giggled sadistically at your shocked, almost intrigued expression as you reached to his words. you? what could he possibly want from you?

his calloused, dark claws moved to grab a chunk of soft feathers that were on your wings. your entire body jolted from the touch. ah, sensitive wings. that’s okay, it only made things more exciting for omega. he practically moaned when he caressed the softness of your wings, appreciating the delicacy that tangled between his fingers.

“look at those soft, pearly wings… i bet they’d look even prettier after i fuck you up.” he said between rugged breaths, just getting so incredibly riled up from the feeling of getting to touch you.

“you have no idea how badly i wanna fuck you right now..” omega whispered seductively into your ear, hot breath tickling your ear as you squealed. “ruin that angel body of yours… making you mine. i bet the heavens wouldn’t wanna see their precious little angel getting all fucked up by a filthy, lowly infernal now, would they?”

you squirmed again and let a few tears trickle down your cheeks as you got completely dominated by this lowly demon. you couldn’t believe it, to think that one of lucifer’s creations would be here, getting it on with you.

but fuck, the way he touched your wings… that was only the first step into numbing your mind from all of that innocence.

“p-please..” you spoke between muffled cries. “i-i just…”

what were you even trying to say? did you want this or not?

omega just narrowed his eyes down at you, before smirking, and trailing his fingers over to your pristine silky white robe.

he smirked darkly, before completely tearing off the robe in one go, creating a loud rip sound that almost felt humiliating. you gasped loudly and tried to cover yourself, the chilly winds hitting your exposed skin. omega just scoffed and grabbed your wrists, pulling them away and pinning them to the snow floor as he got an eyeful of your sexy, naked body.

“shit. you were hiding all of that this whole time?” omega chuckled, marveling at every curve and dip he saw. “this is a body that’s practically screaming to be fucked.”

his words were so dirty, you weren’t used to it. but there was this strange feeling that drew you to it, his presence, despite how much you were fighting it.

omega makes quick work of his own clothes. he uses his tail to restrain your wrists as he stripped himself of his clothes, being quick and haste, desperate to feel himself inside of you already. after a bit of fumbling, omega is now sitting naked on top of you, his hard cock leaking precum onto your stomach. he stroked himself a few times to smear the precum onto the chub and shaft of his dick, lubing himself up. without even giving you a warning, omega completely thrusted his cock into your virgin hole, making you scream from the searing feeling.

“a-aahhh!!” you shrieked, trying to hold onto the ground as omega thrusted into you wildly. “i-it hurts!! p-please it hurts!”

“you can take it.” omega grunted between thrusts, groaning loudly as he fucked you raw. he was having the time of his life right now, watching your fucked out expression as he pounded into you.

there it was, you were no longer chaste. the very heavenly principle that you valued the most. gone. and yet, you found yourself so fucking turned on by the situation. you didn’t know what it was, why the fear, the thrill, the shame of it all got you so horny. you didn’t even know what it was like to be horny until you met this demon. that feeling of pain soon melted into an intense pleasure that pooled in the core of your stomach, and your legs hooked around omega’s waist while he went to town on you.

“g-god yess! more!” you cried out, tongue lolling out of your mouth while omega hovered over you, fucking you into oblivion. he moaned loudly, and dipped his head down to mark your neck with hickeys while he pounded into you.

“there it is… there’s the slutty little angel i’ve been looking for.” omega grinned into your neck, loving the fact that you were begging for more. you’d claws dug into your thighs, creating bloody scratch marks that only made you moan louder.

you knew that you’d be instantly banished from the heavens if they ever found out about this. mingling with a demon and losing your purity, but you didn’t care, not right now at least. you felt too good, and you were breaking every rule written in the heavens book that shaped who you were. shaped you into the obedient, innocent little angel.

but this? this was not so angelic.

“f-fuck! i need to cum! i need to cum!!” you begged over and over to omega, needing a release. he just growled and bit into your skin as his thrusts got faster.

“oh yeah? you need to cum?” he grunted out, his cock hitting all of the right spots inside of you as he fucked you into the snow. it was like the sheer cold didn’t even matter, because he was fucking you so good that it was warning you up.

“cum for me, angel. show the gods what i can do to their precious angels.”

that line just does it for you. you whined loudly and came hard with a whimper, body spasming wildly as your cum creamed omega’s cock. the quintessence ghoul also groaned loudly and came deep within you, his hot cum filling your insides up completely.

omega sighed heavily and stayed inside of you, watching your form pant heavily and trying to register what happened.

you… you just had sex with a demon.

you didn’t even have the time to properly register what happened, because omega started thrusting again, making you cry out loudly. this was just the start.

omega gritted his teeth and spoke to you in a sultry, lusty voice that you will never forget.

“you’re mine, angel. always will be. i’ll show the heavens that you belong to me, and nothing will change that. if i have to keep fucking you to show that, then so be it. i don’t want you to be bound by their petty little rules.”

he thrusted harder, and you moaned loudly.

“so… how about it? you wanna keep fucking this demon? or go back to being a little servant for some feathery pricks.”

you could only whimper and nod in response, completely consumed by this feeling. this feeling of darkness and lust that you loved to taste.

“please.. more.”

the moment you spoke those words, you felt your crystal clear angel wings, wilt into a shadowy, charcoal color.

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[chilling-seavey]

Winter Warmers: Day 24 — Crying & New Traditions

↳ Summary: Before the children are tucked in on Christmas Eve, there is a moment shared in the warm light of the living room that brings tears to your eyes.

↳ Word Count: 662

↳ Winter Warmers Prompt List | The Way It Goes Masterlist

With George on bath duty, you took responsibility for cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. It was Christmas Eve and the sun had long since set over the snowy backdrop of the English countryside, your children equal parts eager to go to bed so Santa would come and wanting to stay up late to enjoy the festivities just a little longer. You could hear their muffled giggles and chatter from upstairs behind the veil of Christmas instrumentals you had playing through the built-in speakers throughout the main floor, blanketing your home in a fuzzy feeling of love and comfort. 

The dishwasher was turned on and the pots were washed and you wiped down the counters as you hummed while you worked. Soon, George appeared in the kitchen doorway with a gentle smile. 

“Come here,” he encouraged in a whisper, cocking his head a little. 

Without questioning him, you draped the kitchen cloth over the faucet and followed him out into the hallway and over to the living room. George stopped you in the doorway with a loving hand on your shoulder to keep you from interrupting whatever was going on inside, both of you peeking into the room. 

Soft instrumental Christmas music played through the speakers in the living room, the cozy space dulled down to the warm lights of the Christmas tree and a few flickering candles. On the couch, your son and daughter sat in matching festive pyjamas, hair wet from their bath, sharing a book of carols between them that almost looked bigger than both of their heads. 

At only three-years-old, your daughter was more so just sitting and enjoying the moment, trying to share in a few lyrics where she could. But her big brother, at six-years-old, sat close at her side, pointing out the words to the carol they were singing, helping her to follow along and try to read.

It was a scene straight out of a vintage magazine as you shared in the adorable sight of your children singing Christmas carols in their sweet voices, momentarily angelic. Life wasn’t this perfect all the time; your children often screamed and pulled each other’s hair and gave you headaches at any and all times of the day. But, sometimes, when the time was right, they would find each other for a quiet moment, all on their own. 

“Silent night. Holy night.” your son sang along with the music, his young voice almost speaking more than singing but it was entirely endearing nonetheless. His finger trailed over the words in the book.

His little sister followed his guidance, echoing him off beat with her own shy little, “Silent night. Honey night.”

“Holy.” your son corrected her gently. “Like cheese.”

“I offered the carol book to them…” George explained to you in a whisper so as to not interrupt the two, his thumb gently rubbing along your shoulder over your shirt, “I didn’t know they’d take so eagerly to it.”

You couldn’t answer him at first, too entranced by the sight before you. Your little family; all that you had ever dreamt about and all that once felt so out of reach. Now, a pair of beautiful children, made up of the best halves of each of you, filled your heart and your home. Motherhood brought with it a sense of gratitude unlike any other, something that you often took for granted in the moments when life got hectic and messy. Here, now, it was an opportunity to appreciate just how blessed you truly were.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until George’s lips pressed to your cheek, kissing away the tear that slipped from the corner of your eye. Shifting beside him with a small inhale, you reached up to wipe your eyes. His head rested against yours in silent solidarity, holding you close, sharing in the moment of familial adoration.

Sniffling for a moment, you then pitched your suggestion softly, “We should sing carols every Christmas Eve.”

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[angelosearch]

The other day I posted an FFVIII Christmas-ish fic on ao3. I wrote it for my health; I love sappy ass Christmas movies and such. But I was embarrassed about how poorly it was preforming, so I took it down.

I am posting it here under the cut where it's existence as a written work of mine feels more ephemeral. There's less data. If it doesn't do well here, it means a lot less 😂

Anyway. It's probably bad but I like the folktale I came up with. What can I say, ever since I finished Chaos Theory my fiction writing abilities have evaporated haha.

For your lame holiday viewing: The Tale of the Winter Sorceress

Julia Heartilly and Fury Carraway’s Light Night parties were things of Deling City legend.

On the coldest, darkest night of the year, their mansion would be covered in a kaleidoscope of glass bulbs. The rainbow lights (blown into a variety of shapes and blinking at various intervals) turned the home into a spectacle that rivaled the city’s landmarks in its grandiosity.

Guests would cross their stone footbridge, adorned with fresh pine garlands imported from Trabia, to their front door and pass through a veil of snow. Or, a veil of white puffs emitted from a machine. They just looked and drifted to the ground like snow.

Julia would spend her night at the piano, rearranging classic Light Night carols into jazzier stylings more suited to her voice. The band that usually recorded with her in the studio would join her on the stage in the middle of the mansion’s ballroom. They’d play together all night.

Fury was the master of the guestlist, inviting the top brass of the Galbadian military and every who’s-who on the continent, as well as important people from around the world. But it wasn’t hard to attract guests to the celebration. Invitations to this festive and extravagant event were sought after.

Of course—who wouldn’t want to come to what was basically a private Julia Heartilly concert?

Rinoa loved the Light Night party. Her mom would always dress her in something floofy and tulle covered, glazed with sparkles.

“Look, Fury,” Julia would say. “Our angel walked right off the tree!”

She felt like the star of the show, her mother allowing her the solos of some of the more childish songs. The crowd would oooh, ahhh, aww, and cry to their duet of “Have Your Self a Merry Little Light Night.” The chefs would let her cut out some of the cookies and proudly announce that she had assisted. And then her dad would let her do her favorite thing—light the tree.

Rinoa liked looking around the room during the dim, breathless moment before she pushed the plug into the socket. Then she’d do it, and the tree would ignite into its blinding radiance, multicolor lights refracting endlessly beneath fistfuls of tinsel. Each moving and sound-making ornament came to life at once, making a very specific and pleasant cacophony. She felt like she had some special power to summon the magic of the holiday as she plugged in the tree every day of the season—but nothing quite compared to plugging it in on Light Night.

Rinoa loved the Light Night party. But she didn’t know how to be excited about it this year, now that the most important person wouldn’t be coming.

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“Cid, you can’t go… You know this is going to be their last Light Night together!”

“I’m sorry… But I have to,” Cid sighed. “I’m only going to be able to secure those contracts for the shelters if I find funding by the new year… There’s going to be a lot of folks there… maybe something will come through.”

“All the way in Galbadia? On Light Night? …What about that Shumi fellow?”

Cid mumbled, “He’s… not my first choice.”

Both Cid and Edea brought their voices low, too low for Squall to hear from the doorway. He tightened his grip on his Moomba plush in concern.

“Yoooo, what are they sayin’ over there?”

Squall turned to Zell and slowly shook his head.

“I think Mr. Cid is leaving…”

“Wait, like, FORVER?!”

This idea startled Squall, and he threw his Moomba out to his side.

“NO!” he yelled, mad at Zell for even thinking it. “Just… just for Light Night.”

Little loud-mouth Zell got word around the orphanage quickly, and it wasn’t long before all the children were huddled in the living room.

“If Mr. Cid isn’t here, who’s gonna take us on the midnight snow walk?” Quistis wondered sadly.

Selphie gasped. “Does Matron know how to set up the train?”

Squall sat with his Moomba in his lap. He looked down at its mane and played with it's hair nervously. It felt like the Light Night celebration lost a person every year, and he didn’t like it.

“Shut up about all that dumb stuff,” Seifer muttered as he sat on the back of the couch. “What you really gotta be worried about is our presents. I bet we’re getting nothin’ this year.”

Irvine turned and looked up at Seifer from his spot on the floor. “Are you sayin’ I’m not gonna get my Ruby Rider BB gun?!”

“You weren’t getting that anyway! You’ll shoot your eye out!” Seifer snapped. “Look, we don’t get much as it is and now Mr. Cid is leavin’? I’m telling you guys, were getting nothing, I know it.”

“Hey! You don’t know everything!” Zell said. “Whattabout the Winter Sorceress?”

Seifer sputtered. “You can’t tell me you still believe that kiddie story…”

“You’re lying,” Squall said from the corner. “She’s real.”

Seifer laughed and jumped down from the couch, approaching Squall with his arms folded.

“Aw, you too? What, you want a special gift? She can’t bring Sis back, ya know.”

Squall dropped his toy, ready to push Seifer.

Matron walked through the doorway with purpose, drawing everyone’s attention with her entrance.

“Children, I would like to dispel any rumors that are being spread… Come now, let’s gather round…”

Matron sat on the center cushion of the couch and waited for all her little ones to form a circle.

“So, yes, Mr. Cid will not be with us on Light Night… But he will be back the morning after, he’s promised me.

The children collectively sighed in relief.

“Now… We all know Quisty is joining her new family next month, and we’re all going to be moving soon, so we’re going to work together and make this Light Night really special anyway, okay?”

“Whattabout our gifts?” Zell quipped.

Matron grimaced. “Yes, well… we might have to focus on making the day special… in other ways.”

“See! What did I tell you!” Seifer pointed.

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Rinoa’s nanny handed her a shiny, red velvet dress.

“Here’s your outfit for the party, dearie.”

“But… it’s not sparkly.”

“Your father thought this would be very becoming on you.”

Rinoa liked how the fabric felt in her hands, but she’d never seen an angel that wore anything like that.

She didn’t like how everything was different this year, like how her dad expected her to act like a grownup, and how the tree was decorated by staff the day before Light Night with new white lights and soulless baubles. She was used to hearing her mother hum music all through the season, but this year, the house was quiet.

“Ms. Annabelle…” Rinoa said shyly. “How can we have Light Night without Mommy?”

The nanny gave Rinoa a sympathetic look.

“Oh, sweet girl… Your mom would want you and your dad to have a nice Light Night no matter what,” Annabelle said, stooping to Rinoa’s level. “It’s going to be different, but try to have fun, okay? For her.”

The food was fancier this year, brought in from somewhere, so Rinoa couldn’t help with the cookies. Julia’s band was still on the stage, but no one was singing. It was all instrumental classical arrangements of the songs that Rinoa couldn’t sing to—not that she felt like singing, anyway.

Many people came—maybe more than ever—and the piles of gifts they carried for her were larger and shinier than before. And yet, the adults all gave her a sad stare as she greeted them.

Adults always looked at her that way now. She didn’t like it.

Rinoa felt heavy as she stood on the edge of the ballroom, watching her dad talk to men in military uniforms. He wasn’t smiling. He hadn’t smiled for months.

In the mansion, it looked like Light Night, but it didn’t feel like it, not to her. Rinoa wondered if, somehow, Julia had taken all the magic of the holiday with her when she passed.

“Rinoa, it’s time to light the tree,” Fury said, summoning her to the grand salon, where the twelve-foot tree stood proudly in front of a massive arched window.

This was her chance to bring the magic back.

She held the plug and looked around the room at all the expectant faces, barely visible, bathed only in the oblique light coming from the other room.

She thought hard about her mom and plugged in the tree.

The tree lit up brightly and efficiently. But it was monotone, and the absence of sound was deafening. There was a second of silence before the crowd began to clap, and Rinoa began to quietly cry.

The adults filed out, ready to start playing their strange gift-giving games and drinking their bubbly drinks. Rinoa found a spot between gifts to lay down on the floor, directly beneath the tree, so she could look up into its branches like she always liked to do. The shadows of the needles looked harsh in the cold white light of the tree.

There was a loud sigh.

“Guess that’s it…” a man said.

Rinoa carefully pulled herself out of her hiding place and looked up at the man. He was wearing a red vest.

“Oh!” he said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“You’re sad?” Rinoa asked. She sat on the floor and looked up at him, his eyes invisible in the light that the tree cast on his glasses.

“No, no… Don’t worry about me, I don’t want to ruin your holiday, young lady.”

“I’m sad…” Rinoa admitted.

The man slowly and silently made his way over to the armchair beside the tree.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Rinoa nodded.

“It’s okay to be sad on Light Night sometimes,” he said, near-whisper. “Especially if you miss someone real bad.”

“Everyone says I gotta be happy… Cuz Mommy would have wanted that…”

The man frowned deeply.

“I have a little boy; he lost his sister… I think she would have wanted for him to be happy on Light Night, but only if he was actually happy. She wouldn’t want him to pretend,” the man said wistfully.

“I want the magic back…” Rinoa whimpered, feeling sad all over again.

The man paused and then said, warmly, “Little girl, have you ever heard the story of the Winter Sorceress?”

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Edea sat down with a book in hand and a smile across her face. The fireplace crackled behind her. Her skin looked orange in its glow.

“Alright, settle down… It’s time to tell the tale of the Winter Sorceress.”

Matron cleared her throat. Then, she immersed the children in the story with her melodic and measured reading voice.

“Centuries ago, on the longest nights of the year, people would struggle to persevere through the winter. It was hard to feel safe in those times. Children were afraid of the frigid darkness, and with good reason. Food would become scarce. Monsters roamed freely. People would become cruel in their fear and harm others. The Winter Solstice, back then, was the most frightening time of the year.”

Despite the fact that Seifer had called the Winter Sorceress a myth, he, like the rest of them, was pleased to be wrapped in a blanket and cradling a cup of hot cocoa as he listened to Matron read.

“One night, a benevolent Sorceress was hiking through the Trabian countryside—Yes, Selphie?”

Selphie’s arm was straight as she held her hand emphatically in the air. “Where was she going? What was she doing? Was she the same Sorceress from the movie?”

Matron laughed.

“No, this was long before the Sorceress Knight movie. There have been many Sorceresses throughout time… Not all of them were good…” Edea’s voice took on an air of sadness. “People get afraid of Sorceresses sometimes. She was going to hide in Trabia, because she didn’t think anyone lived there… and she’d been chased from everywhere else.”

Matron took a beat and then started reading again.

“A benevolent Sorceress was hiking through the Trabian countryside. She came upon—Selphie?”

“Did she have a Knight?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure. We’ll have to read some more books about it, okay?”

Selphie nodded furiously.

“She came upon a village at the base of a mountain—”

Matron broke off again, about to call on Selphie a third time when Zell interrupted.

“JUST LET HER TELL THE STORY SEFFIE!!”

Selphie brought down her arm and crossed it over her chest. She stuck her tongue out at Zell. Seifer snickered.

“Let’s hold questions til the end,” Matron said. “Now, where was I…

“She came upon a village at the base of a mountain and stopped there because she heard crying. There was a child who could not sleep because they were too cold. They wandered out of their home to sit by the fire in the middle of the village, but it went out, and they couldn’t start it themselves. The Sorceress was moved by the child’s sorrow. She wanted to help them.

“’Child,’ the Sorceress said, ‘How may I stop your tears?’ The child did not answer, as the voice came from the darkness, and they were afraid. The Sorceress summoned small orbs of light from her fingertips and affixed them to roof tops and trees until she and the child could see each other clearly.

“’Child, you can see me now,’ the Sorceress said, ‘But you still tremble.’ The child did not answer, because their teeth were chattering in their mouth—they were too cold to speak. The Sorceress lit the fire pit with a flare spell and gathered bundles of pine kindling so that it would continue to burn through the night. She pulled down the clouds and knitted them into a blanket, leaving a clear December sky above. She threw the blanket over the child.

“’Child, you are warm,’ the Sorceress said, ‘But you look weak.’ The child did not answer, because all they could think about was how hungry they were. The Sorceress went to every door and woke the people, asking them to feed the child. Enchanted by the lights and warmed by the fire, they were willing to cook and share their richest food.             

“Child, you have been fed and loved,’ the Sorceress said, ‘But you still cower.’ The child tried to answer, but the roar of a Snow Lion interrupted their words. The Sorceress belted a song that echoed over the snow, scaring away all the monsters of the night. The village rose up in song and continued singing to keep the beasts at bay.

“Child, you are safe,” the Sorceress said. The child smiled.

“The village gathered together and joyously went out into the snow, no longer afraid of the dark or cold or monsters. They invited the Sorceress to stay with them, and they feasted and sang and told stories in the light, all night.

“When the morning came, the Sorceress decided it was time to leave, as she wanted to give this gift of hope to other villages, all over the world. The child became sad when the Sorceress said goodbye.

“‘Child, why do you weep?’ the Sorceress asked. And the child replied, ‘I have been so scared and so cold and so hungry and so alone for so long. What if these times come again? After you are gone? How will I know they will pass?’

“The Sorceress smiled. She used her magic to summon artifacts from the wilderness—special stones, Phoenix feathers, star fragments, crystals of all colors—and fashioned them into gifts for all the villagers to enjoy. These mementos held magic within them, to keep the villagers safe and warm and happy until she could return the following year.

“We open our homes to the Winter Sorceress, gathering together, singing the songs she sang, marching out into the snow at midnight to show we aren’t afraid. We banish the darkness with light. But, most importantly…

“Can anyone tell me what the most important thing is?”

“The gifts, obviously,” Seifer said. Quistis nudged him for being so crass.

“That we put up decorations, like the train around the tree!” Selphie suggested.

“Is it that we all hang out together? For the whole day?” Irvine guessed.

“You’re very close,” Matron said, reaching down and mussing Irvine’s hair.

The room became quiet as everyone contemplated the question. Matron’s eyes fell on quiet Squall.

“Do you know the answer?” Matron prompted.

Squall hesitated. He looked at the floor as he spoke.

“Sis always said… it’s about helpin’ people who need it.”

Matron beamed.

“That’s right. Light Night is all about giving to others. It’s kindness that keeps our nights warm and bright this time of year… Squall, since you guessed it, would you like to light the tree?”

Squall did not want to light the tree, but he also did not want to say no to Matron. He left his Moomba plush carefully propped up on a pillow and went to the wall to plug in the tree.

“Alright, on the count of three. One, two, three—!”

The plug went in, and the little plastic tree came to life, the glitter from the handmade ornaments glinting in the light of the yellow bulbs. The toy train at the base of the tree began to do its circles, its engine loudly chugging. Squall looked up at the Winter Sorceress atop the tree in her flouncy blue dress.

Everyone clapped. Selphie threw herself next to the tree, watching the train with her legs kicking in the air behind her. Quistis excitedly went into the other room to gather the ornaments they’d made earlier in the day.

After dinner, and the snow walk, and the caroling, the children went to bed. Long after their departure, Edea lingered in the living room, staring at the tree, deep in thought. Squall, as he often did, wordlessly wandered out of the bedroom and came to Matron’s side. She gathered him onto her lap and played with his hair.

“Matron, what’s wrong?”

“Light Night is just going to be very different next year… I am going to miss nights like this,” Matron mused. Then, she added more hopefully, “But… I’m sure the Winter Sorceress will find some way to bring us all together.”

“Is the Winter Sorceress real?”

Matron took a moment before answering.

“I think… I think she was a real person once. I am not sure if she’s still around. But Sorceresses are real… And some of them want to do good, just like her,” she said. “Her magic is real, Squall, and we can all use it.”

Matron chuckled at Squall’s thoughtful expression.

“Are Knights real too?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Matron grinned. She angled Squall’s face upwards and pushed his bangs out of his face. “You know what, you look a little like that movie Knight, Zefer?”

Squall gave her a rare smile.

“Seifer’s gonna be so jealous.”

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Rinoa sat at the kind man’s feet and listened, rapt, to the tale of the Winter Sorceress.

“The moral of the story is… The magic that Sorceress uses... it’s something we all have and can give each other.”

Rinoa hopped to her feet and proudly proclaimed, “I wanna do magic!”

“That’s wonderful,” the man said. “Is there anyone you can help?”

Rinoa pondered, looking around the room, and then back at the man.

“That boy who lost his sister… you think he’d want some gifts?”

The man laughed good naturedly.

“Oh, yes, but I have many children. I run a whole orphanage! I couldn’t take something back for him and only him.”

Rinoa said nothing and started grabbing her gifts and stacking them in front of the storyteller.

“Little girl… what are you doing?”

“If you take all of these… is that enough?”

Once the man got over his shock, he requested that before she do anything, she go ask her dad if she could give her gifts away. Fury was at the door sending people off by time Rinoa came looking for him.

“DADDY!” she yelled as she barreled into his legs.

“Where have you been all night, Star Light?”

Rinoa was heartened to hear her old nickname being used again. Maybe the magic was already working.

“I want to do magic! I wanna give my gifts to that guy!” Rinoa said, dancing on her tiptoes and pointing at the man walking up the hall.

Fury searched Rinoa’s face for a moment, attempting to steady her excited squirming by putting his hands on her shoulders. Then, he looked up at who she was pointing to.

“Mr. Kramer?”

“General Caraway… Please feel no obligation. It seems your daughter has really caught the Light Night spirit.”

 “Is this what you really want?” Fury asked Rinoa.

She nodded and smiled.          

“I wanna give em’ all away!”

A smile crept across Fury’s face and his eyes sparkled in a way Rinoa had never seen before.

“Looks like the angel walked right off the tree… Alright, Star Light. Your mom would be… very proud.”

Rinoa cheered, feeling like she just lit up a tree.

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“Anyway… that’s the story of my best Light Night. What about you guys?”

The table was silent for a long time as all eyes were trained on Rinoa.

“That was you?!” Zell shrieked, standing in his seat.

“I basically opened my entire childhood library that morning…” Quistis said in shock as she held a hand to her face.

“Dude!” Irvine exclaimed. “I didn’t get my BB gun but… hell, that’s how I got my first cowboy hat!”

“So, then it was actually a cowgirl hat?” Seifer smirked.

“A hat’s a hat!”

Rinoa looked around at her friends, and then to Squall, who was staring at her with a cool amazement.

Rinoa gasped as it all clicked together. She stared at Squall, wide-eyed.

“WAIT! That was Cid? I didn’t recognize him! So then—the little boy—”

Squall shrugged.

“I think that was the day I got my first set of Triple Triad cards.”

“That’s sooooo cuckoo bananas!” Selphie said. “I think that was my best Light Night too! Cid coming back with all those gifts… it was like magic for sure!”

Rinoa was overcome with emotion. That day, she had given those gifts away to random children in the hopes it would bring them joy. She could never have imagined the joy coming back to her, ten-fold, in the form of a Light Night with her teammates, her friends—her family.

It was magic after all.

While everyone was still reeling and talking excitedly, Squall squeezed Rinoa’s hand beneath the table.

He leaned over and whispered, “I always knew the Winter Sorceress was real.”

[dravatti]

Gurubashi priest Rin'jhi has decided it's time for WINTER VEIL CAROLLING in Bethekk's name, as the long nights make it Her season. Her Champion isn't quite in the mood.

[nahisummerhold]

If all regular Christmas carols existed in WoW as Winter Veil songs, which would be her favorite?

“I think my favorite to perform would be different than the one that would be a more general favorite.” The Sin’dorei smiles, fully understanding that the differences in the two might be a bit confusing. 

A sparkle comes into her eyes, loving the chance to explain more about her art, “When I sing I want to evoke an emotional response from the listener in some way. Happy is always good, drawing out a hint of romance is satisfying, but at a time when people generally do not want to be reminded of sadness makes for the depth I look for. I also want people to remember the challenge of the vocalizations, that is why I would choose River fo perform.”

“As for what I like to listen to, quite often I like instrumentals because they just let me soak them in like a lightly scented oil in a hot bath.” Violet eyes roll up and she shudders in pleasure. “Most any well played ones will make me happy but I love well played cello music, I recently heard a lovely rendition of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Winter Veil played and I could just sit and enjoy it with spiced cider, or in that hot bath itself.” 

(Music links) River Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

(Thank you for the question anon)

[abeinginsand]

Some hcs and snippets For Hot Glenn Holidays

(there's an idea for each prompt of the week)

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Sweets and Baking:

Glenn likes spicy hot cocoa and coffee. It never occurred to him to look up a proper recipe for it, so usually he tossed a few drops of hot sauce in the beverage of choice and called it a day.

He does this with ready-made cookie dough as well. Both Darryl and Ron were appalled by this info but Henry seemed excited to ramble about some related family recipes.

Fun in the Snow (Post S2 AU):

It snows in hell all year so snow ball fights are pretty common. His favorite ones are yearly though when--most of the family (including Hermie) are wrangled into participating (compared to dragging over unsuspecting demons in the area). He also has an ice rink set up down there and is a DJ for it.

Caroling (Teen High School Band AU):

As the school's band teacher, he's always excited about performing with his students during the local parade. Its a performance mix of instruments and holiday tunes. One part rock 'n roll and the other being a mix of anime and traditional stuff. The anime music is courtesy of his grandson Taylor, also in the band. One of his old Glenn Close trio band mates always drives the truck for their float and of course the whole thing has protective guard rails on it. A few students and himself sit in chairs within big cardboard present boxes with no bottoms or tops. During certain cues in the songs, they are supposed to stand up to pop out of the box and then sit back down. Its a big hit with crowds and the candy canes others hand out seal the deal too. Little candy bags that even have coupons to local shops inside too.

Caroling and Saint Nicky:

Back when Morgan was still alive, she'd work some pretty long shifts sometimes. It was rarely around Christmas, but if it was, Glenn and Nick would do some caroling around the neighborhood and surprise her with a holiday serenade when she got back.

Present Wrapping (cw self harm):

Glenn's gotten into the bad habit of scratching his wrists to chase away the phantom feeling of cuffs and chains. He should stop but its easier to try and keep it a secret instead. Until he's at Darryl's holiday party and the sight of Jesus strapped to the cross makes his stomach flip. And he's off to the kitchen to get away from it all, wrists stinging as his nails-- But...with the sound of footsteps, he realizes Ron followed. The shorter man doesn't call out the obvious or ask any related questions to the red marks peaking out from under his baggy ugly christmas sweater. Instead, his friend asks him something else: "Can you try this ribbon on for me?" He doesn't remember if he even said yes or 'mhm' but the soft feeling of the present ribbon is nice. The thin fabric is warm from Ron's hands, tied loosely so Glenn could slip out of it at any time. He lets go of the breath he was holding, flexes his fingers, and stares at the pink ribbon now around one wrist "This looks dumb."

Ron doesn't hold back his little laugh at all and pats his shoulder. "Sure does. How does it feel though?" It was a thinly veiled 'How do you feel?' that Glenn decided to answer. Maybe because they were alone or because Ron was willing to laugh at him instead of assure him. Or a bit of both...

Glenn felt himself smirk and say a tired but honest, "A little better."

Christmas in the Sand:

Before the divorce, Bill used to take the family to the beach at least once a year. It was to have fun and make some business while he was down there. Getting a hotel at the beach was a lot cheaper in winter too. He'd often wake up earlier than his wife and son each morning to go browse the boardwalk. Again, there was money to be made with talks and setting up new gigs or busking.

But, regardless of the deals, his favorite part was waking up little Glenny and showing him the bag of trinkets he bought or traded for that day. The three also played out in the sand. Mostly Christine and Glenn burying a napping Bill in the sand. Christine wasn't one to laugh much except when looking at her sand mermaid husband snoozing away. Both were awake to play with their kid in the waves later on too. Glenn and Morgan took Nick to the beach as well, but they all tended to wander the city instead of play in the sand most of the time. It was so hard to get sand out of everything when they did go over there. Also having to convince their son not to munch on said sand was a whole other challenge! Still a lot of fun though and so many great pictures too.

Trees and Ornaments:

Since that blunt existed in the close family mail box regardless of the timeline shift, lets go with the thought that some other misc. items stayed behind too. Like a few worn family pictures from old vacations mentioned above. Glenn has a giant Christmas tree set up in hell and the beach day photo with Morgan by his side, an arm around his waist, and Nick on his shoulders always goes at the top instead of a star or other ornament.

[kharrisdawndancer]

If Christmas carols existed in WoW as Winter Veil songs, which would be her favorite?

They do exist! You can even get that sweater that makes you carol--I love that thing! We have had caroling parties in the past!

Khaeris/Kharris: Something peppy like the Jingle Bell Rock!

Tinnaire wouldn't have a favorite, but just enjoys them! Listening more than participating.

[jacelandon]

FFAF:

Do you wish the holiday season would last longer?

"Never been big on the holiday season if I'm being honest. People can be more giving, sure, but it can also bring out the worst in people. And I get sick of playing Winter Veil carols.

ty @nahisummerhold

[cyanidelover666]

yesterday i was writing down every artist i listen to in my notes app in a random order and now i want to sort them in chronological order and write down my fav songs &albums of them

this is bc whenever someone asks me what i listen to, i suddenly can’t remember anything, so i was thinking what if i make a list so then i wont have to try and explain anything cuz all this is so fcking random i cant even figure out my vibe myself

The Neighbourhood

Chris Isaak

Marika Hackman

Aphex Twin

MAREUX

Crystal Castles

PASTEL GHOST

Memo Boy

CRIM3S

plenka

SIDEWALKS AND SKELETONS

mathbonus

n u a g e s

I Monster

bonjr

Mr.Kitty

MGMT

Harmless

EYEDRESS

Tom Odell

Tom Rosenthal

ROAR

Dream, Ivory

C418

BADBADNOTGOOD

Duster

salvia palth

Alex G

Foo Fighters

Type O Negative

Bauhaus

плохо

молчат дома

Пошлая Молли

Odraz

Guerra Fría

Ivan Cornejo

yg h y p n o s.

joji

Виктор Цой

instupendo

MayRoosevelt

arbour

Brookside

VACATIONS

Alicks

Cigarettes After Sex

awfultune

SYML

Deftones

Mother Mother

Men I Trust

Nicole Dollanganger

Arctic Monkeys

Ry X

Peacock Affect

bon iver

Bernadette Carol

Current Joys

Yves Tumor

Haley Heyendrickx

Blue Foundation

alt-J

Черниковская хата

KA$TRO

Christian Death

Rammstein

Winter Aid

MoonDeity

Montell Fish

Yung Lean

AK4RI

Xasthur

I’m in a coffin

Где Фантом?

АДЛИН

ssshhhiiittt!

Gigi Masin

Guti

Беспокойник

almogfx

jéger

Vague003

leadwave

Øneheart

analog_mannequin

thenian

Thom Yorke

estrada

harris cole

Jaysen

Vida

Logan Belcher

TELEVISION BLONDE

ethan

emi priest

Odd Sweetheart

GEE TEE

oscar lang

pyro

EKKSTACY

hebona.

dandelion hands

PHANTOGRAM

ooes

мы

Vundabar

lunafreya

ghostangelo

(only after 6pm)

insomnia // Nine Paths

Haulm

lil peep

xxxtentacion

BOY FROOT

$uicideboy$

Mind’s Eye

Dexter Britain

JRS

OSIAS

Max Diaz

chiot

60juno

1782

Lebanon Hannover

Lana del Rey

Witching Hour

Depeche Mode

Your Funeral

vagabond893

Rew

Surf Curse

Grouper

The Mamas and The Papas

Wallows

Flora Cash

Cults

Emma Lu

girl in red

RENDEZ-VOUS

Maribou State

Bicep

Chakra Efendi

hisohkah

noire

flume

Mag.Lo

TV Girl

Princess Chelsea

Sitcom

Pixies

matt maltese

lord huron

Portugal. The Man

Sir Chloe

City Morgue

Gorillaz

Boodahki

Baby Bugs

Kina

Shiloh Dynasty

Karamel Kel

strawberry guy

WH0R3AGAMIZ

High Sunn

calamar

Sykes

bedroom

Toby Fox

pierce the veil

Nirvana

Hole

Marilyn Manson

Depeche Mode

Mac Demarco

twenty one pilots

Hozier

The Drums

Le Tigre

Mr Floyd Larry

K.Flay

IC3PEAK

Patrick Nitti

Patrick Watson

honorable mention: AURORA (bc not only do i love her music, but me and her literally have the same name hehe)

will probably update lol

[sovaghoul]

Celebrations

There are eight Sabbats, or holidays, in the Wiccan calendar, along with the thirteen Full Moons, of the year, commonly called Esbats.

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Four of the Sabbats are considered Major or Greater Sabbats, also called Fire Festivals. They are Samhain, Imbolc, Beltane, and Lammas. The other four occur at the two Solstices and two Equinoxes of each year, and are considered the Minor or Lesser Sabbats. Sometimes they’re named also, with the most common being Ostara, Midsummer/Litha, Mabon, and Yule. The Wheel of the Year, as the whole of the calendar is sometimes called, is an agricultural calendar, marking the seasons according to observable events, such as the first planting or the first harvest. It also tells the story of the life of the God, conveying how His life stages are connected to these agricultural events.

Each new year is usually considered to have its beginnings at Samhain (or Halloween), as the word Samhain (pronounced “sow-in”) means “summer’s end” in Gaelic, and it is believed by some that the ancient Celts divided the year into only two seasons, Winter and Summer. My theory of why the year begins with darkness, is a matter of honoring the Empty Nothing that is the beginning (and ending) of all things; before a new life is created, the womb in which it will grow is empty, and it then returns to that state after the birth.

The word “equinox” means “equal night,” and indeed at those two points of the year, there are equal hours of both daylight and darkness. “Solstice” means “Sun stands still,” and at those two points, there is the most/least sunlight (Summer/Winter, respectively), so the Sun seems to pause.

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The dates given below are those traditionally observed for the Sabbats in the Northern Hemisphere. However, some choose to figure them according to astrology, celebrating the Major Sabbats at the precise midpoints between the Solstices and Equinoxes, rather than fixed dates. As such, I’ve included those astrological “timestamps” as well.

🎃 Samhain – October 31 or Sun at 15° Scorpio – Beginning of Winter. A time for communion with and honoring the dead. It is believed that the Veil between worlds is thin on this night, and so Spirits and the Fae are more active, and divination will be more successful. The God is the Horned Lord of the Underworld now, rounding up the souls of the departed on the Wild Hunt. Some believe the Goddess also descends at this time, to retrieve the God and guide Him to His rebirth. Usually considered the Wiccan New Year. Sometimes considered the third and final of three harvest festivals, wherein the “harvest” is that of the year’s dead souls by the Lord of the Underworld. Any number of Gods associated with that realm and with death itself are commonly honored at this time, as well as ancestors and other loved ones who have passed on. This Sabbat is also called Halloween, which is a shortening of All Hallows’ Evening, “hallows” meaning essentially “sacred things.” The traditions of costumes, jack o’lanterns, and trick-or-treating are all old Pagan customs.

🎄 Yule – on or about December 21/Sun at 0° Capricorn – Midwinter. Rebirth, the Light returns. Yule comes from a Nordic word, “jul,” meaning “wheel,” and perhaps this refers to the “restart” of the year, the year beginning to turn again with the rebirth of the Sun. The Mother Goddess brings forth Sun God to renew the world. The tradition of decorating an evergreen tree was originally a form of sympathetic Magick, reminding the trees to bear fruit in the coming Spring. Caroling door-to-door, or wassailing, and burning a Yule log, are also very old customs. Some see this as the beginning of the Oak King’s rule. Also simply referred to as the Winter Solstice.

🕯 Imbolc – February 2 or Sun at 15° Aquarius – Beginning of Spring. Cleansing, newness, advancement. The word has two possible origins: “oimelc,” meaning “ewe’s milk,” the time when mother sheep nurse their lambs; or “imbolg,” which means “in the belly,” interpreted as a reference to potential not yet realized. Indeed, the God is now realizing His own potential, finding His pure self and tapping into the creative fire. For some, this the Traditional time of Initiations. Others also celebrate the end of the Goddess’ Underworld journey at this time. Sometimes considered the first of three fertility festivals, the fertility of the mind, of ideas, the planning stages. Some choose to specifically honor the Irish Goddess Brighid at this time. Also called February Eve, Candlemas, or the Feast of Torches.

🥚 Spring Equinox – on or about March 21/Sun at 0° Aries – Mid-Spring. Balance, bringing forth the light, beginnings of life and fertility (where most of the symbols of Easter came from; rabbits, eggs, and baby chicks are all older, Pagan fertility symbols). This is a good time for Spring cleaning, physically and spiritually. Sometimes considered the second of three fertility festivals, honoring the new growth of the Earth, of plants and animals emerging again after the Winter. Some choose to specifically honor the Germanic Goddess Ēostre at this time. As this Sabbat is sometimes named fo Her. Also called Ostara, Eostar, or Lady Day. (Years ago, I came up with also calling it Vernalia, as another term for the event is the Vernal Equinox.)

❤ Beltane – May 1 or Sun at 15° Taurus – Bringing in Summer, growth, and celebrating fertility. The Lord and Lady consummate Their love. Dancing the Maypole is a staple celebration, symbolizing this union. The word refers to “bel fires,” an old tradition of building huge fires and driving livestock between them, meant to ensure their fertility. Additionally, people would leap over fires for their own fertility. For some, this is the Traditional time for Handfastings/weddings. Others considered it a day when rules surrounding marriage and commitment (i.e., monogamy) were suspended. Sometimes considered the third and final of three fertility festivals, where fertility is taken more literally, honoring the sacredness of sexuality. Sometimes spelled Beltainne or Bealtane, or referred to as May Day.

☀️ Midsummer – on or about June 21/Sun at 0° Cancer – Shining light, the longest day, merriment and celebration meant for all; even after Christianity became widespread, celebrations of Midsummer were a large event for entire towns with large public events that involved everyone. The God’s highest point of power, and so also the start of His decline. It's common to honor any number of Deities associated with the Sun. Some see this as the beginning of the Holly King’s rule. Also called Litha or the Summer Solstice.

🌾 Lammas – August 1 or Sun at 15° Leo – Beginning of Autumn. Harvest, bounty. The word comes from Gaelic meaning “loaf mass,” recognizing the sacredness and sacrifice of the grain. The Winter months approach and we must prepare for them. Sometimes considered the first of three harvest festivals, the year’s first harvests of grain and other vegetation. By some this Sabbat is also called Lughnassadh ("loo-nah-sah"), and specifically honors the Irish God Lugh, where contests of sport are held in honor of His trials from mythology.

🍁 Fall Equinox – on or about September 21/Sun at 0° Libra – Mid-Autumn. Balance again, but heading into decline instead of increase. The God retreats to the Underworld, a willing sacrifice. But the seed of new life still waits in the harvest stores. Sometimes considered the second of three harvest festivals, specifically when animals are slaughtered and their meat cured and stored for the coming Winter. It is often considered a time of reflection, and banishing what is no longer needed. Also called Mabon. (Since this is the Autumn Equinox, I came up with calling it Autumnus.)

To learn more about folkloric origins and traditions associated with the Sabbats, I invite everyone to check out Witches Sabbats. While not everything there aligns with these specific views, it is all nonetheless interesting information.

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Also important are the Full Moons, or Esbats, of each month. These are times to work Magick, casting spells for healing or prosperity, or doing other works (the Sabbats are generally not appropriate times, as the focus then is to turn the Wheel of the Year and celebrate the season). It is the specific time also to honor the Goddess and to attempt connection with Her, through meditation, channeling, or divination.

Other phases of the Moon can be celebrated as well, if one so chooses:

🌔 Waxing Moon – the phase just before Full. This is a time for spells having to do with growth and gain.

🌖 Waning Moon – the phase just after Full, a time for banishing what we no longer need.

🌑 New (or Dark) Moon – some believe this is a time for the Goddess to rest, as She is hidden by darkness, and therefore no Magick should be performed. Others feel it is a time to do Shadow Work, confronting the most difficult and hidden parts of ourselves.

There are many names for the 13 Full Moons of the year, depending on your culture/Tradition/practice. Some use these names to create a year-long story, similar to the Sabbats, and others take them individually to create unique Full Moon experiences that align to the time of year (so that, say, Full Moon ritual in May would look different from the one in December). Check out the image below for just a sample of the various names.

Next post: Elements

[bearsinpotatosacks]

I feel like writing is taking me ages recently (with good reason, I'm working my first full time job, can't drive, am autistic, it's winter in the UK and I'm trying to get everything I need done to look after myself) but also want to tell people about my ideas (for Top Gun at least) so while I write them, here they are.

Foster Parent AU - Goose's family fostered, Goose lives but leaves the Navy and he and Carole become foster parents. This fic follows them taking care of each of the Daggersquad. Currently writing

Mermaid AU - Goose and Mav join a crew against their will (either this or they never sail again) that are Mermaid hunters. While scouring an island, they meet Carole, a mermaid who lures sailors to their deaths. Goose is enamoured with her and returns again only to get spotted by Tom Kazansky. He pressures Goose and Mav to take Carole hostage, they refuse and go on the run.

Various Goose Lives AUs - One where he has seizures and Carole hides her being pregnant again due to Goose’s accident. One where Rooster's still estranged but is brought back to his parents after Goose has a stroke in the early 2010s. One where Goose overworks himself as an Admiral and neglects his marriage, leaving Carole falling into depression. And a 5+1 of kids they could've had and 1 they did

Various resurrection AUs - Goose travels to the future and hears Carole calling him from beyond the veil. Goose and Carole coming back to life and Bradley realising he has mummy and daddy issues.

Some time travel AUs - The Daggersquad + Mav see Goose and Carole's memories because Rooster wishes on a star that he knew his parents better (just an excuse to write all my backstory for top gun while also having Bradley react to them). Also the Daggersquad travelling back to 1986 and shenanigans ensue

Goose ends up giving sex advice to the top gun guys who don't know how to treat a woman

The obligatory Star Trek AU - Thinking more AOS (reboots for those unfamiliar) where Mav is part-human part-romulan. His parents stopped some universal crisis but it happened in the neutral zone so is too secret, Mav was partially raised on Romulus before his mum died and he was sent to Earth. Iceman is Andorian, his name literally coming from him being from an ice planet. Goose is a simple ol' human, Carole's part betazoid. Just need to think of what Slider could be, please give your suggestions

Macheresin - Mav comforts Hangman after Coyote's g-lock thing. The all important "He's the only family I have" line is used

Slooserole- Bradley asks about their relationship. Icemav find out. Carole gets sick and Goose neglects his health but only Slider knows. A different timeline where Goose gets with Slider in Top Gun (with Carole's permission) but Carole falls for him too upon seeing him. Also a high school AU where Goose and Slider compete for Carole, Goose and Slider get into an argument and after Goose is away all summer with his grandad, comes back to see Carole and Slider are together

Slarole- A general get together fic. A later fic in the same timeline as previous where Carole gets pregnant and is unsure whether to keep it due to thinking she didn't want kids with Slider. A set up fic where Icemav set up Slarole with a massage. And a monster fic where Slider is assigned to be Bradley's monster (ala Monster's Inc) but finds out that the Bradshaws have way more hurt than normal humans (due to this being after Goose's death) and falls for Carole

I want to write most of these so no pressure to me 😅

[steliosagapitos]

          Blessed Bealtaine/Beltane To All )O( 

         ~ “Beltane is an ancient Celtic festival that marks the beginning of summer.  It is one of the major festivals in the wheel of the year and is a sacred day and night of union between the Goddess and the God. Beltane in English, Bealtaine in Irish, Calan Mai or Calan Haf in Welsh, Bealltainn in Scottish Gaelic, and in Manx Gaelic Boaltinn or Boaldyn. It is one of the four seasonal festivals; along with Samhain, Imbolc and Lughnasadh. This is a time of year when the veil between the worlds are thin and people would light bonfires on May Eve/Walpurgus nacht (April 30th) to ward of mischievous spirits, and to represent purification, tending the fire until dawn breaks. Historically in rural communities, cattle were driven between two bonfires to protect them from disease and evil spirits. It was also considered to be lucky to leap over the bonfire. The Maypole is a tradition that still exists today where people will dance around the maypole weaving ribbons (and magic) while they go. In Edinburgh, Calton Hill, there is a Beltane Fire Festival on May Eve every year with music, dance, fireplay, drumming, and immersive theatre that heralds the Goddess and God and the start of summer. It is a visually spectacular event that attracts thousands of visitors and is not to be missed. There are celebrations throughout England; Thornborough Henge, near Ripon in North Yorkshire hosts a weekend festival of camping, stalls, a Beltane fire, with the main Beltane Ceremony observed on the closest Sunday to May 1st. Drummers, dancers and a mummer’s play are part of the festivities, with Handfastings performed by the local Druid by appointment in advance. Family friendly, pet friendly this is a celebration for all. Hastings, Sussex, celebrate the Jack in the Green festival over the May day bank holiday weekend which hosts live bands, dancing, social events and family fun. The main event is a procession through the streets of old Hastings town on Bank Holiday Monday. The procession is filled with unique characters such as drummers, mummers, Morris dancers, giants and the beloved Green Man. Glastonbury, Somerset, also hosts a variety of celebrations. There is a gathering to witness the Sunrise at Glastonbury Tor, followed by a procession in the town of Green Men, Morris dancers, Druids, Witches, and other Pagans, Dragons, and Maypoles. There are a number of artisan shops on the high street that sell Pagan wares, not forgetting the fantastic Artist Linda Ravenscroft who has a gallery and studio at the Market Place. Throughout Wales, there are parades, fetes, Morris dancing, music and singing of Carolau Mai, or May carols, the crowning of the May Queen and May King, and dancing round the Maypole which is  very much an essential part of Welsh culture. It would be fashioned out of birch wood and painted bright colours, adorned with ribbons and hoisted into the air and dancing would commence.The drinking of beers and elderberry and rhubarb wines were supplemented by metheglin, a variant of mead laced with spices. The drink had its origin in folk medicines, and traces its etymology through a combining of the Welsh words meddyg (meaning healing or medicine) and llyn (liquor). ‘May Day’ in Wales was also associated with festivities on the village green, or – to be more Welsh about it – the ‘twmpath chwarae’. Literally the ‘tump for playing’ was a place where people could gather in the evenings, long before television, for dancing or for sports. On Calan Mai, musicians would play while traditional dances were performed. One popular theatrical entertainment was the traditional ‘mock battle’ between two men dressed to represent Summer and Winter. ‘Winter’ would arrive carrying a stick of blackthorn decorated with pieces of wool to represent snow. He would inevitably be defeated by his garlanded opponent, willow wand tied with ribbons.  At the end of the fight, a May King and Queen were crowned and the serious business of eating, drinking and cavorting would continue long into the evening.In Ireland, Bealtaine is celebrated at the Hill of Uisneach. The Bealtaine Festival was revived on the Hill of Uisneach in 2009 and today’s' festival remains much as it was in ancient times, a chance to meet old friends and make new ones. A family-friendly event that welcomes all the different tribes to celebrate the beginning of summer at the sacred centre of Ireland. In 2017, the ceremonial fire was lit by the President of Ireland, Michael D Higgins; making him the first Irish Head of State to do so since the last High King, nearly a thousand years ago. It is  gathering where heritage, art, culture, music, fire-dancing, talks, workshops, wellbeing, yoga, story-telling, children's fun and food is enjoyed and celebrated before the great Bealtaine Fire is lit at sundown. Mayday celebrations vary from town to town, region to region but all have the same theme – the celebration of the start of Summer.  With the arrival of the annual of the April Lyrids meteor shower (April 16th – 25th) and the first Swallows and Bats sighted here on the Ards Peninsula this week – Summer is here ! What are the Bealtaine/Beltane/Mayday celebrations happening near you ? Get in touch as we would love to find out. However you choose to celebrate, have a magical weekend.  Love and bright blessings to all.” ~

[queenofcandynsoda]

Fest of Midwinter/Day of Vesta Luna

The Fest of Midwinter, also known as the Day of Vesta Luna, is a celebration of the Winter Solstice in Sol Fertilis. It is celebrated with family gatherings, feasts, gift giving, Midwinter shows, singing, and attending the county’s temple.

On the night before, the family would make a mola salsa before putting it in front of the hearth for Vesta Luna to eat overnight. In the morning, families would have a grand breakfast together, mainly consisting of apples, honey-lavender cakes, prosperity grain bowl, bread baked with herbs and olive oil, roasted root vegetables, fruit and nut pies, pomgranate and citrus salad, hot apple cider, and cranberry drinks.During the afternoon, children would open presents, which are connected to their respective ranks.

On the night when Winter starts, the Delta Plus Lar would dance on the ground, being completely barefoot in a temple. Afterward, a Vestalis would come in while wearing a formal white stola with red flame designs and a veil before seating on a curule seat. They would sing a hymn commemorating Vesta Luna’s gift of the hearth, home, and prosperity.

Alphas either would host Midwinter balls at night or attend the temple where Vestals would perform rituals. With their families, they would have a large meal that includes their family’s symbolic dish, usually made by their family’s cook.

Delta-Gamma Households would have evening gatherings where their families would come in, usually bringing gifts. Gamma Pluses would call the evening gathering “soirées” to add a flair of “elegance”. Gamma Pluses would show off their “Winter Garden”, having ice sculptures and winter flower blooms.

Delta-Beta Households focus on family and community service, hosting winter festivals in their houses. Their children would have small and friendly competitions known as "Winter Wonders", primarily winter sports. The adults also tell stories of folklore surrounding their ranks. They also have talent shows.

Beta Neutrals contribute to a neighborhood potluck tradition, caroling for the upper and middle ranks, and a gift exchange where each family crafts a personalized gift for another family based on shared interests or hobbies. In their homes, they would have “Lighting of the Hearth”. During this, families gather around their homes’ hearth to collectively light candles and share stories. There is a Winter Window Drawing Contest, where families decorate their home windows with creative and festive displays.

Meanwhile, Beta Minuses and Gamma Minuses engage in communal decorating events in their public cohousing or apartments, host a potluck dinner, sometimes mixed with Beta Neutrals, and have a scavenger hunt for the children, where they can get more prizes. The adults won’t do the Orgia on the days leading to the Fest of Midwinter as they need to be focused on planning and work.

[thexvibexdiaries]

Part 2 to my Recent post ✌🏾😎

The Daughter of the dusk gloom sea (Inky Sea Cookie & Black Pearl Cookie)

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Divergent (Éclair Cookie & Girasoil Cookie)

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Pawlidays (Red Velvet Cookie & Ruby-Gold Cookie)

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Everybody hates Blueberry (Princess Cookie & Juneberry Cookie ft. Blueberry Cookie)

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The longest week EVER! (Sunflower Cookie & Sea-Glass Cookie)

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Top Pedigree (Kougin-Amann Cookie & Macadamia Cookie)

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Romeo and Juliet (Gloriosa Cookie & Stargazer Cookie)

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Operation: Steal Magnolia (Almond Cookie & Magnolia Cookie ft.Rougefort Cookie)

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What the Furball? (Biscotti Cookie & Macadamia Cookie)

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In a (Ginger) snap (Gingersnap Cookie & Carol Cookie)

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The Parent Trap! (Gaulettes Cookie & Danish Butter Cookie & Madeline Cookie)

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Sweet and/or Sour Undertones (Lemon Tequila Cookie & Cherry Jubilee Cookie)

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Chocolate & The Cherry Bombs! (Bittersweet Choco Cookie & Cherry Cookie & SnowSugar & Pancake Cookie)

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The Prodigy’s son (Clotted Cream Cookie & Cranberry Creme Cookie)

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Everyone Is Learning Today! (Strawberry Limeade & Zesty Lemon Tea Cookie)

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Super Secret Pit Crew (Princess Cookie & Raspberry Toffee Cookie ft. Knight Cookie)

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Hashtag: Vibe Check (Strawberry Cheese Cake & Blueberry Pie Cookie)

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Season Pass Memories Stay. (Margarite Cream Cookie & Oyster Cookie)

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YOLO! (Devil Cookie & Brownie Batter Cookie)

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Love at first bite (Butterbeer Cookie & Royale Margarine Cookie & Pecan Creme Cookie)

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The Real Housewives of The Crème Republic (Angeletti Cookie & Macadamia Cookie & Oyster Cookie & Sapphire Frost ft. Light Cream Cookie)

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Veil-Break! (Belle Shortbread cookie & Raspberry Cookie & Milk Cookie)

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Walking in a winter wonder what? (Lemon Gelato Cookie & Snow Sugar Cookie Cookie & Mistletoe Cookie Ft. Carol Cookie)

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Fireworks & Choir Quirks  (Pastry Cookie & Liberty Pop Cookie)

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Never eat soggy pancakes (Pancake Cookie & Starshine Cookie)

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Afterschool Activities (Pumpkin Pie Cookie & Fruit Spin Cookie)

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Honey! Honey? Honey! (Beignets Cookie & Cherry Jubilee Cookie)

[markgatissappreciationsociety]

Gatiss' Christmas Carol Adaptation Returning to Stage This Winter

At the Nottingham Playhouse and Alexandra Palace.

"Gatiss' A Christmas Carol: A Ghost Story will also return to the Playhouse from 27 October to 18 November. ... Gatiss commented: 'I'm delighted that my adaptation of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol is returning to Nottingham Playhouse and Alexandra Palace this year after such a successful outing last time. I'm sad to say, that having fulfilled my lifetime ambition of Jacob Marley, I shall be hanging up my chains, but I am extremely delighted and excited at the prospect of a new Scrooge and Marley to take up the reins for this festive season. I can't wait to be part of it again and see it from the other side of the veil.'

[babybatbmth]

Can I show you a heart? a story? the words and the hopes, effervescent on a page? as they reach your eyes, travel to your heart and calm your inner rage; that goblin of chaos, of fun and adventure? Can I grace your inner thoughts? your silent rage? your cursed, ethereal beauty? Not what you wanted, nor what you asked for, not the coal they say you 'deserve' just.. read another page... Can I tell you how I felt? Seeing that 'lil follow? That little catty bat, flapping after me w/ them vampire wings, chasing that bratty trickster in the snow? The holiday songs, cookies and carols, a new year and a hope? Did you flap your little wings, breathless, as the snowflake touched your cheek? Did you touch your fingertips to your cheek, grin and look up at the sky? "Snow, yes, all mine." It may not be a white Christmas or a "Happy New Year" but there will be rain, and sun, sleet and snow, hale and wind, gales and gal's with a 'fro -- you'll look around, confused and tumbling, a cloud following you, giving you its "gifts" -- the gift of the cold followed by the gift of warmth, of escape, comfort and stories untold. The winter chill and a heart worth keeping. Will you dream? Will you scream? Poetry? What, a salve for the soul? Does the glass shatter, the mirror crack and the memory fade? Maybe. May we pick up a piece, cut ourselves, lick it? watch ourselves bleed? Does it reflect truth or what we see? what we seek to believe? Just a strange, not so little man friend ~ ~ ... on the edge of your peripheral vision, bumping into you on the street, apologizing, not wanting to steal your time, yeah, cute mutuals, rob me of mine, brew me some hot chocolate your batty 'lil brew, bewitch me in the moon light, hide amongst the clouds, just a memory, short and slight, a prayer for a better day, a sightless night ~ of wind and youth and time gone by.. ~ of course, a friend, beneath the setting sun, a bat bathing in the dusk, shadow fading and words creating, a metaphor for chance-encounters beneath the setting veil, yes you may know, what makes me, me, what makes me fun. Will you stay? Will you go? Will you run into the darkness? Be my friend? Talk to me all night? Just a guy with words and a way with the Fae, do me a favor, don't stop dancing into the night & giving the baddies a fright. Close the door in their face, pull up a chair, bear your heart and drink of the good fight, of facts laid bare, we all hurt and a silent, knowing stare, as you shake your glass, shake your head, did I know at all where this led? ... a quiet wistful, whisper on the wind... whistling from afar.. his eyes twinkle as he said, 3 coffee cups, a time machine and memories much less said, you're my friend now, so make peace with my loony toon 'lil head, an imagination that runs wild, and free, is this all that I'll let you see? What'd ya think of my 'lil treat. Enjoy the batty 'lil fever dream, of poetry, complete? ~ Merry Christmas ~ Batty friendo lady!

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