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EMERGENCY!

I never done this before, but i'm creating this PSA for a family i'm in contact with in the Carolinas who recently suffered an electrical fire [due to this nature, everything caught fire TWICE.] that completely consumed their home. From my understanding, the American Red Cross is providing some aid, but it has only gone so far.

The images below are the devastating result of the fire. The sister of the wife of the impacted family created a gofundme, you can click on the link to go there and donate whatever you can. If you have cashapp, that works great too, as the father prefers it because it'll help him buy clothes, food, and other necessities they need faster.

His cash app is: Majeedphillips34

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“the land doesn't want you here.”

just as the manitou stone stands amidst river currents, amon remains unperturbed in the face of forces attempting to erode where he's rooted. even as a vessel for the elements, he weathers her stifling nettling. alas, our solution forgives her cognitive dissonance, for the role she played was once a necessity for equilibrium in the world.

                  ❝ your impression of the land's exigencies is flawed, avatar; just as the sun follows his path—giving and withdrawing his light—and the earth responds in abundance, so do the spirits. ❞ he spoke with the poise of a seasoned medicine person, his tone imbued with an almost otherworldly conviction.

the annihilating blackness within the mask's eye molds obscured his strong oceanic eyes, which narrowed into a tempered flow of censure as he regarded his counterpart's tempestuous position. he possessed powers that were virtually familial to the avatar's, in part thanks to the gifts bestowed upon them due to their shared heritage and a vision that necessitated a spiritual removal of her personhood.

it wasn't korra's fault, but then no one asked to be born the way they are or to inherit what they did. the avatar has had eighty-three chances to rectify the balance, and now here amon stands, the corrective to the world's problems.

                  ❝ the land has been yearning for balance, and the spirits have grown vexed with the disharmony and discord benders bring. their discontent is not with my being here, avatar korra, but with the imbalance and the oppressive supernatural powers that have been used to maintain it, ❞ he continued, an incalculable weight coming over his sonorous voice. ❝ once i break that construct, we can finally be redeemed and restored to the natural order. ❞

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finals are almost done and i can be free for a lil bit. thank god

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the angel of indian lake, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from the angel of indian lake by stephen graham jones.

i feel there may be unresolved tensions between us.

what do the boy scouts say? 'leave it better than you found it'?

i should probably be vegetarian. maybe next week.

ghosts: nature's air conditioner.

don't look behind. only look ahead.

this isn't exactly the outfit i would have picked.

from the bottom of my chainsaw heart, thanks.

thank you for listening to me all the time.

your past doesn't foretell your future.

you've never tried to survive something like this.

you can't control who you're related to.

you can't be jonesing right now if you want to keep living.

that's not the kind of luck i have.

stay where the people are.

you know who doesn't get beheaded? the one who doesn't put their neck under the machete.

what kills people who are already dead?

we must be reading the signs wrong.

sometimes lies are the only thing that can keep you moving forward.

from what i understand about relationships, they're all about cold shoulders.

if i can be in the past, then i don't have to be here.

you're a survivor, through and through.

killing rages don't always distinguish between 'friend' and 'foe'.

'when'. not 'if'.

i'd rather die from the front than the back.

it's not a good day to die.

is the world going mad, or is it just me?

this really is starting again, isn't it?

the only things worth knowing are the things you're not supposed to know.

not all crying involves tears.

make this make sense.

the new me just wants to live.

what i want is for this to be a nightmare i'm in control of.

horror can save your life, if you let it.

i don't want to hear one single thing you say. ever.

i deserve a good ending, i think.

'the hits just keep on coming'. tagline on the movie poster of my life, right there.

i'm not leaving until you make me. maybe not even then.

if you're not a born final girl, i don't even know what one is.

i need my blood on the inside.

you've done this before, haven't you?

i feel like i'm missing something obvious.

there aren't any good fixes. there's just trying to make it through one moment, then the next.

it's not something you can get used to, but it can lose its surprise.

justice is just another stupid dream. all there is is luck.

all stories end where they begin. at least the good ones do.

i shouldn't have left you. i had a choice.

i'll be holding your hand. i'll keep you here.

i would have made it hurt more, if i'd known.

i get wanting to rip enough holes in the world so that it falls down.

know who you look like?

the land doesn't want you here.

i'm not coming to hang out if there's no nicotine. be serious.

once the limelight's done with you, you're relegated to the shadows to try to deal with it however you can. alone.

i still can't even cuss right.

it's you. it's always been you.

heaven doesn't want me and hell's afraid i'll take over.

you want to fight again, don't you?

you're off your meds, aren't you?

isn't this a dream i had once? a long way back?

there's no time to hide in the past. there never is, around here.

being sorry doesn't mean you can hide from it.

so much of my life is screaming.

giving second chances is inviting your abuser in for coffee so you can talk things through.

you didn't have to believe in me. you shouldn't have.

it doesn't matter. it was a long time ago.

no amount of damage done to someone erases what they've done to you.

you hold onto what you can, and you hold tight.

action. not words.

better to let the past stay back where it is.

dad and daughter stories can be good, too. some of them have to be.

i trained you too well. you're using my logic against me.

you're so beautiful.

you can't get rid of me this easy.

can't i just hate you and let that be that?

it's not about the numbers, it's about the names. the people.

blackmail doesn't work on me.

scars prove you lived.

i remember everything, even the stuff i don't want to.

i've seen all the movies. i know all the rules.

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analyses + divergent notes part one:

"amon" and "avatar" are inverse of each other, in korra's era. both ironically share similar facial features and traditional hairstyles in their younger years, which they had cut off at their lowest point, detaching themselves their people, and the world as they went on the road of self-discovery. both were groomed for greatness. one had a brighter path, born a 'celebrity' from a mystical cycle that gifted her extraordinary power, idealized, good, and able to roam the world, free to embrace the world showing her 'true face' and bring balance. while the other was born with "bad blood", great power, ordained by the spirits to bring great change. their ventures to republic city, and eventual encounters with one another dramatically changed their worldviews. their purpose is to use their curse/gifts for the betterment of spirit and humankind.

who/what is "amon"?

he is the hidden one; beyond 196, 940, 000 square miles of water and land, and beyond all 4,861,000 square miles of grain of sand, his name is a primeval one that reverberated in the different dogmas across the sand civilizations. the ancient texts were lost with the complete submergence of the wan shi tong in the spirit world, except for the oral storytellers among the si wong tribespeople, who once held a mutually beneficial connection with the knowledge spirit. among them, it is commonly known that there is no beginning nor end to his reign, he is the sun god—the light of the world, creator of existence. during his tenure with the united forces, stationed in the si wong desert, he conducted personal anthropological fieldwork, spending time with the natives and learning about the transgenerational and transcontinental concept of the sun deity at a sacred site called “akhet,” meaning “ the place where the light of dawn first emerges ” [ this would be akin to the sun warriors' ancient civilization. ]. it was given this name because it was renowned for its spiritual enlightenment and educational significance, akin to the ancient civilization of the sun warriors in the northern islands in the fire nation.

did he have a vision?

tarrlok, in a way, was an unreliable narrator when he described what he saw about noatak's newfound power. he wasn't "reveling" in it, in the sense he enjoyed the cruelty of forcing his will onto animals or possessing his father's psychic gift. it was the radical thought of what he could do with it. i mentioned in a previous hc noatak suffered from self-hatred, from the abuse, feeling lost in his life's purpose, and part of the reason he left his family behind was to find it and build himself anew. figuratively speaking, he did, tarrlok and yakone were partially correct in their assumptions about noatak's fate in the blizzard; he did 'die', but he didn't at the same time. on his first night, having barely survived the harshness of the winter, after he managed to find shelter, he dreamt. as he did, a vision came to him.

with the water tribes, it is said that visions come at different stages in life, some early; to others, it can come well into their elderhood. to not receive one is not a reflection upon the person. visions serve to bestow character, avocation, and purpose, in the physical order; in the moral order, it was birth, a becoming. the visioner was no longer a girl/boy but mature. every act and behavior they conduct thereafter is assumed to be quality; purpose conferred character. upon receiving it, noatak knew he was going to survive the treacherous blizzard; nothing was going to prevent him from being true to the supernatural order of his apowawin and fulfilling it.

when noatak awoke from his dream, he was faced with two immediate issues; one, deciphering the meaning of his vision quest; second, unbeknownst to him at the time, a tiriarnaq, a hybridized weasel-bear creature, was stalking him in the storm. such encounters with malevolent spirits had grown frequent in the north pole, especially in the rougher terrains. it is said that the focal point of conflict between the human and spirit realm has been in the north for years, with popular speculations pointing at zhao's killing of the moon spirit being the cause.

the tiriarnaq gave him no time to ponder his dream as it pressed an attack on noatak. it was overwhelmingly powerful and nearly killed him in his struggle. noatak was forced to rely on psychic blood-bending to confront it, as it was his only way of forming contact with it. it was the first time he used his psychic blood-bending on a spirit, but the technique he performed thereafter, wasn't. using his psychic blood-bending to manipulate the chi paths, akin to how water-benders heal, he balanced the tiriarnaq spirit's energy, achieving a calming effect. this approach was not new to him; he had previously honed this technique on animals on private, after being cruelly coerced by yakone for several years, treating the creatures with care and patience. similarly, he 'exorcised' the malevolence from the spirit, pacifying it into a state of serenity.

the surreal experience inspired him to seek a shaman, to gain insight into his visions and the matter of the weasel-bear spirit. his search eventually led to revelations about the ancient conflicts between humans and spirits, the dark consequences of receiving the gifts of the elements from the lion turtles, and the underlying unrest of the spirit's proximity to man. however, the shaman impressed upon noatak that his vision, apowawin, was a deeply personal journey. the shaman cautioned him not to seek explicit interpretations nor divulge the details of his apowawin with others but to live through and understand its meanings himself, guided what lies ahead for him in his personal path. the errors he makes in his judgment is only but one of many features in the torturous path of life, but he he must not betray his vision and endure however many forks that may be on his true path.

republic city.

noatak spent time in agna qel'a, the northern water tribe's capital, mastering the art of chi-blocking under a tutor who favored guiding orphans of the 100-year-war and descendants long affected by its legacy. adept in both northern and southern martial arts due to his intensive training with his father, he sought a deeper understanding of the human anatomy to counteract bending arts and to achieve spiritual harmony. his learning extended to the healing huts, absorbing wisdom from the tribe's women healers.

intent on broadening his knowledge, he observed and interacted with city dwellers, aligning this with his father's wish for him to dive into republic city. one night, with his chi-blocking master's aid, noatak clandestinely departed for republic city on a boat transporting numerous of immigrants. upon arrival, his pronounced accent led the immigration to abbreviate his name to 'noa'. the language barrier was frustrating, yet more daunting was the prospect of this hindrance in future endeavors, prompting him to consider educational opportunities for assimilation.

noatak’s transient life on the streets, leading to his father's old neighborhood, little water tribe, marked his 'pilgrimage.' from there, he saw a husk of the stories his father told he and his brother. if the enclave of little water tribesmen were prosperous under his rule, then a drastic change happened after his arrest. the neighborhoods appeared more like ghettos, neglected and impoverished. the police were barely present in the crime-addled area, focusing their efforts on the upper echelon of society. water-benders relied on their talents to get by, either in underground water rings, intimidation, or robbing. the red monsoon was the dominant triad in the area so that portion of his father's story still held true.

unwilling to align with the criminal elements and keen on keeping his identity concealed from his extended family, noatak scavenged for resources he could use to mold himself into a community mask maker for money, a rare talent and field considering many practitioners died off from imperialistic aggression. by the age of seventeen, he shed tribal stylings of his northern tribe braids, symbolizing a break from his past, and enlisted in the non-benders division of the united forces while concurrently enrolling at republic city university. he opted to major in biology with a minor in communication.

from intensive studying of the in-universe equivalent of mandarin chinese, and Japanese across several dialects, through which he emerged as a a proficient polyglot and compelling public speaker. his oratorical skills, combined with the passion and insight evident in his essays—which critiqued the stagnant social mobility of non-benders, addressed the transgenerational epigenetic inheritance of trauma within the water tribes, and highlighted the overlooked disparities rooted in negative socioeconomic status and class—caught the attention of one of his professors. impressed by his articulate expressions and thoughtful analyses, the professor encouraged noatak to join the equalist club, recognizing him in a fervent advocate for change and a potential influencer/a leader that can spearhead the group in a new direction. he would and from there he met a student who would later be his "lieutenant”—a nickname he earned from other members in the proto-equalist college organization, for his fierce loyalty to the movement and how doggedly he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with noatak on their revolutionary platforms of non-bender self-defense—in the equalist cause.

author note: this is long enough. next post, I'll delve more into the divergence ( probably will make it into bulletpoints, so people can get a better understanding of my amon.

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daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

noatak and his brother never had a chance. after their father taught them blood-bending, they inherently became pariahs. when they grew to understand that their notorious grandmother's name and her introduction of a perceived immoral practice are synonymous with death, fetishism, sorcery, and taintedness, they realized people like them wouldn't be afforded the privilege of community protection. they lived in an isolated area in the north, and even if they managed to somehow find another village and consult with someone about their father's true name, they could put their family at risk of severe repercussions. their identity had to remain closeted to keep their mother safe, the one person in their life they could protect.

yakone attempted to instill a sense of pride, and duty following his will. he educated his sons on world history, the fire nation one hundred years of world war, the politics, language, and culture of their tribes, his experiences as a soldier, the founding of the fifth nation, the reasons he founded the red monsoon, and the avatar. he taught them what hama espoused, how blood is the source life as water is, shared family theories of the revolutionary potential of the latent healing prescriptions in the ability, and strongly encouraged them to surpass him and become the master controllers behind the scenes of republic city's operations.

noatak felt the opposite of everything his father had to teach him. his father provided no valid reasons for him to honor his wishes. he felt embittered by his cruel instructions, resented their dependence on him for survival in a faraway reclusive area, and after years of negative association with blood-bending, he winded up internalizing the idea that he’s engaging in evil practices. he would bottle his emotions and remain distant, and quiet until he couldn’t. when he exploded on their father, after having enough of his abuse, there was a significant degree of guilt he felt when he left. in his mind, he shamed himself for losing control and taking the most extremist form of destructive spiritual action against their father, by blood-bending him. he knew that their family dynamics would forever be changed after that, but he could no longer suffer lying to his mother, pretending that his father torments weren’t existent and continuing to act as if their family was perfectly stable and happy. he became consciously aware that he was wearing a mask [ multiple actually. ] and that was conflicting with his sense of self.

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hc + family

HAMA

chapter one: the vengeful witch.

noatak is a direct descendant of the first accused 'witch of the central islands', marking a lineage shadowed by power and hardship. after one-hundred years of death and further cultural denigration, hama, retained a significant place in water folk cosmology; from her discovery of an elevated medium that uniquely connects with the moon and ocean spirits, her people would be endowed with higher knowledge that will be an essential tool to invoke upon resistance and healing.

blood-bending is an established dynamic component of a blueprint for the "amalgam of techniques" for spiritual and cultural growth, with its healing and harming duality. the fury of the ocean spirit, la, raised amid admiral zhao's invasion is a testament to contemporary affairs of the interrelations between supernatural and human activities. there is no separation of their spheres because their relationship with 'life' is organically one of mutuality and connectedness.

the ocean spirit's provocation and intervention was the rallying point for all the justice forming in the collective's body to be released and answer the war horn. when anger resonates throughout the body, it is a personal signal that informs of a violation present and or its effects have gone unaddressed. the body is urging for divine regulation to rewrite reality and for anger to be transmuted into shield and sword. the associations of water are life, fertility, transition, and protection. after she survived her imprisonment(s) as a prisoner of war and returned home post-war, she dutifully demonstrated her spiritual acumen of blood-bending and passed on her knowledge, ushering in a new sociocultural milieu.

however, the divine properties of blood-bending could not survive long enough to be appreciated and studied for future water tribe generations. as the oppressor class learned about the source of the strange attacks on their civilians, hama was the catalyst for their panic and contempt toward the recompense of the water tribe diaspora. new imperial-constructed tropes were developed to justify the continuation of their expansionist and genocidal agenda: "water wraiths", "bloodthirsty barbarians", "savages", and other degrading qualifiers that would be found in accounts of water tribe dealings.

the fire nation's disregard for their own global graphic hostilities mattered little to them in contrast to the second life cycle of stigmatization of water benders. to them, they're absolved of 'tyrannical suppositions' and the existence of blood-benders reified their belief systems on how their conquest was just. allowing hama's reintegration into her community was an error on their new fire lord's part, and they refused to deliberately wait for an 'aberrant people' to deliver undistinguished destruction to their nation. the metamorphosis of longstanding imperial fantasies led to campaigns to 'extinguish' the incommensurable savagery water tribesmen were postulated to be capable of.

hama's work across seas, behind enemy lines, her introduction and tutelage of blood-bending, and her fierce rebellious spirit during the post-war raids marked her as an elder to be deified in respect, but also an ominous figure to be feared. the southern tribe community stood in solidarity with her, thwarting every fire nation to kill or recapture the elder, until the gaang put an end to it. fire lord zuko installed policies that protected the south from fire nation aggression, but unfortunately, soon intracultural stigmas festered around blood-bending, after katara informed water tribe chieftains about her personal experiences with the art and its progenitor.

the practice of the art was decreed taboo, awakening prejudices, and erroneously reinforcing the connotation of blood-bending with evil, and madness, and labeled any would-be/active practitioners as marred dark-hearted personas, immoral blights on honest representations of their way of life. hama, a small sum of her students, along with native non-bender and bender spiritualists alike found the decision careless, and disrespectful and protested against it; they insisted that disrupting their indigenous bestowals from the spirits is nothing short of profound cosmological, ontological, and epistemic self-inflicted violence.

but the law forbidding it was final, thus constitutionally targeting blood-bending adherents and supporters with social ostracism. hama and the few loyal followers she had left eventually abandoned the mainland and ventured beyond the bridge of no return, disappearing without a trace. no one had seen them in years after that, it was assumed they died off somewhere in the treacherous arctic terrain. but, the mere mention of her name still acts as a stimulus for anxious, fear-mongering superstitions that speculate insidious motives of return.

YAKONE.

chapter ii: the puppet family.

the aftermath of the one-hundred-year left many people around the world devastated. millions struggled in their land's respective economies, trying to repair the critical damages their livelihoods had suffered throughout the war. the inception of the proto-urn ( the united republic of nations. ), cranefish town, promised a restart, renewal, and a better life. people from all across the globe took up the fresh opportunities avatar aang's and fire lord zuko's efforts offered the world and hoped to bring in a better tomorrow for their families.

enriched by its diversity, sociocultural evolution sprouted in the developing the fifth ( technically sixth. ) nation. it was the melting pot for amalgamating customs to forge and prosper. despite the balances cranefish ( later republic city. ) ambitiously endeavored to engender, the gashes colonial machinations left were still fresh. virtually irresolvable intercultural strife and intracultural rifts swelled and bled into consistent conflicts. some ethnic groups managed to segregate themselves, building their own enclaves, like the water tribes,

the north and especially south water tribe immigrants wanted to escape the civil unrest, socio-political instability, and collective poverty affecting their homeland. the mass migration led to the founding of "little water tribe", a section in the city that is primarily composed of but not limited to descendants from the northern and southern tribes. water folk and foggy swamp tribes were also included in the proud pan-oceanic identity of those of water lineage.

together, little water tribe erected a myriad of businesses; community institutions, social clubs, veteran resource centers, medicine shops, small hospitals, schools, traditional shops, eateries, and bender arts and martial arts dojos, respectively. they conducted cultural festivals and even allowed outsiders to participate with them, as the intercultural exchanges helped them address implicit biases, fostered greater economic independence, and generated revenue for the community.

however, their position on inclusivity soured from the attacks that have become frequent in their neighborhoods. some of it was due bender gang expansionism, but another part of it was due to virulent discriminatory attitudes. the knowledge of their indigenous practice of blood-bending, despite it being wildly unaccepted within their community, was deeply embedded in the public consciousness and they were a people to be considered diabolic in nature. there have been events of foreign vigilantes randomly selecting and kidnapping water tribes people for "suspicion" of blood-bending and were executed by fire-bending.

the government attempted to intervene, but other, "more dire" matters kept their attention. so, a protector rose in the form of yakone, a local elderly and charismatic fur trader. yakone was actually a veteran of the one-hundred-year war. he was notably present and helped thwart the invasion during the north pole siege, led by admiral zhao. he assembled other veteran water benders into a vanguard dedicated to protecting little water tribe's quality of life, named the red monsoon triad, as he assimilated the group into gang naming practices. he was lionized in the community, with the title, ogimaa ( or chief. ). if a dispute needed to be resolved, no matter how small or how big, the ogimaa was the man to ask to mediate the situation

the red monsoon rooted itself firmly in the little water tribe, passively extracting funds from businesses that supported their cause and day-to-day operations. there wasn't a reason to question the water-dominant triad, because they originally functioned differently compared to the other violent groups that terrorized them. with yakone's fur business thriving due to his immense popularity, he had enough funds for trips to the south pole. every time he returned to the city, he always returned with an amazing amount of animal pelts. but one day, he didn't.

a time came when he returned with a mysterious group of hardened water tribespeople. yakone told the red monsoon the people were his "family", and without having them undergo any formal initiation ceremonies, he installed them in positions of power in his organization. yakone's behaviorisms and agenda performed a complete 360; he started aggressively responding to outside antagonism with unequaled brutality. the same community that admired him started to fear him.

while the red monsoon triad's activities did graduate into the same brand of terrorism the other triads exercised, his guerilla warfare became something entirely different. members of other communities started mysteriously disappearing and when discovered, their bones were unimaginably contorted in ways a human shouldn't be able to bend. innocents were victims, as well as rival triads. soon, rumors started spreading that blood-bending was being practiced again and a new-founded scare arose. storeowners closed their ships early, and people made a conscious effort to stay away from little water tribe, lest they incur the wrath of the "corrupted bloods".

the panic he caused never phased him; yakone relished in the irrational blood-bender folklore and the myths surrounding him, in fact. there was already a violent industry disseminating bigoted misinformation via neurocinema and minstrelsy. the popularity of horror movers [ movies. ] that constructed water spiritual traditions into nefarious spirit works haven't helped audiences form fair judgments, discerning authentic elements from the inauthentic.

the traumatic impact it had on his people was of no consequence to him, because he reasoned that if his mother, shaman's, and medicine people couldn't convince their tribe to free themselves of their shortsightedness, there'd be no point in working in activism to decriminalize the indigenous practice of blood-bending in a multicultural city, carrying old world mentalities. instead, he'd raise his family from the shadows, continue his mother's work, and control republic city. the underworld was already his, and when he's gone, republic city will be in the hands of his descendants.

author note: this could've gotten more lengthy, but it's long enough and I want to leave room for future hc questions.

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testing.

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‘ hc ‘ + music

spiritual blends that contain avante-garde jazz, gospel, blues, and religious undertones. this artist and their song here encapsulates amon's vibe. the choral mass hymn is rich with complex harmonies, the intersection of civil rights and strife. the melancholy, sacred verses teeming with affirmations that resonate with the relationships he sought/established with the spirits. particularly, the piece’s antiphonal coupling of voices against one another mirrors the hauntings of his internal conflicts and external battles, illustrating the dichotomy of his persona. the hymns of sadness dipped in blues possessed meditative qualities that would soothe his ire over destitute conditions and empower his emotions with the transcendental experiences that informed him of his purpose. he enjoys music that speaks directly to his life's mission, viewing himself as an unselfish servant to and for the betterment of humankind. for him, this is 'jazz for the tormented soul.'

hc words: status: always accepting.

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❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

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send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

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#equaliezr       ❝ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝟸𝟶 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙽𝙾𝙽-𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝟸𝟶 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙸𝚃𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈. 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙸𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁. ❞  █ adult mun. black on all sides. practicing muslim. low-activity. narrative as understood by gully.

other atla blogs: sokka. | zuko. the themes i'm exploring on those blogs are the same themes i'll be exploring here, with the addition of industrialization, demonized spiritual customs, civil rights, communism, socialism, etc. same rules still apply.

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THOMAS J. ABERCROMBIE (1930-2006) A Nunamiut Boy and Mask, Alaska, c. 1958

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Every desire is born of a need, of a privation or of a suffer­ing. When satisfied, it is lulled; but for one that is satisfied, how many are unappeased! Desire, moreover, is of long duration; its exigencies are infinite; while pleasure is brief and narrowly mea­sured. Pleasure, too, is but an apparition that is destined to be succeeded by another. The first is a vanished illusion; the second an illusion that lingers still. Nothing is capable of appeasing Will, nor of permanently arresting it...While, then, we are dominated by desires and ruled by Will, so long as we give ourselves up to hopes that delude and fears that alarm, we have neither peace nor happiness.

Edgar Saltus, The Anatomy of Negation

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TAMINO Tummy (2018) // You Don’t Own Me (2022)

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this man of love, born of the flesh, yet of God, this humble man healed the sick, raised the dead, his hand is quick to feed beggars and sinners, the starving homeless and the stray oh nlack christ of the andes, come feed and cure us now we pray