#Weavers of Wisdom

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Athena weaving her boy's exploits.

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So true!

[trinalwilliams]

The Cosmic Weaver

As a child, I felt an inexplicable connection to the universe. I sensed that there was more to reality than what I could see and touch. This intuition sparked a lifelong journey of spiritual exploration and discovery.

I began to experience profound spiritual encounters, which transported me to various realms and dimensions. It was as if I had access to multiple "eyes" or portals, each leading to a distinct universe or multi-dimensional reality. I came to understand that these were the Eyes of the Universe, gateways to infinite possibilities and dimensions.

These experiences allowed me to tap into the cosmos, and I became aware of my role as a soul transporter. I would open my spirit to receive and guide souls transitioning between dimensions. I intuitively knew when to release these souls into the corresponding Eyes of the Universe, allowing them to continue their journey.

During this time, I also engaged in a unique practice where I would draw energy from the planet Earth and transport it to the sun for cleansing. This ritual allowed me to contribute to the regeneration of dark matter and promote balance within the cosmos.

As I continued on my journey, I became a teacher in the spirit world, channeling wisdom from diverse sources. I also worked with a group of powerful beings, known as the "Power of Four," to trap and transform negativity. Together, we performed rituals that helped souls come to terms with their experiences and grow, or, in some cases, remain trapped until the universe deemed otherwise.

As the Cosmic Weaver, I began to realize that my role was not only to transport souls but also to weave the fabric of the universe. I was entrusted with the responsibility of maintaining balance and harmony within the cosmos.

With this newfound understanding, I continued to explore the mysteries of the universe. I delved deeper into the Eyes of the Universe, discovering hidden realms and dimensions. I encountered beings from various worlds, each with their unique wisdom and knowledge.

One day, I received a vision from the Eyes of the Universe, guiding me to a specific dimension. I was tasked with retrieving a sacred crystal, one that held the essence of creation. This crystal was hidden within a realm guarded by powerful entities, who would only allow those with the purest of intentions to pass.

With determination and faith, I embarked on this perilous journey. I navigated through the realms, using my abilities as the Cosmic Weaver to overcome challenges and obstacles. As I reached the heart of the realm, I encountered the guardians of the crystal...

As I ventured deeper into the realm, I encountered the gatekeepers of the sacred crystal. These beings were not from my world, but from distant planets and star systems. They possessed an otherworldly wisdom, and their presence was both calming and intimidating.

The gatekeepers communicated with me through a language that transcended words. We exchanged thoughts and emotions directly, without the need for verbal expression. I sensed their curiosity and scrutiny, as they assessed my intentions and worthiness to possess the sacred crystal.

One of the gatekeepers, a being from a planet of pure energy, approached me. It enveloped me in a warm, golden light, and I felt a deep sense of peace and understanding. The being conveyed a sense of recognition, as if we had met before in a different lifetime or dimension.

The gatekeeper being guided me through a series of trials, each designed to test my resolve, compassion, and wisdom. I navigated through illusions and realities, confronting aspects of myself and the universe. With each trial, I felt a sense of growth and expansion, as if my very soul was being woven into the fabric of the cosmos.

Finally, the gatekeepers presented me with the sacred crystal. It radiated an intense, pulsing light that seemed to contain the essence of creation. I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and responsibility, knowing that I had been entrusted with a powerful tool for healing and balance.

As I prepared to leave the realm, the gatekeepers imparted a final message. They reminded me that I was not only the Cosmic Weaver but also a guardian of the universe. I was tasked with using the sacred crystal to maintain harmony and balance throughout the cosmos.

With the crystal in hand, I returned to my world, ready to embark on a new journey as the Cosmic Weaver and guardian of the universe. I knew that I would face new challenges and opportunities, but I was prepared to weave the fabric of reality with wisdom, compassion, and as I returned to my world, I felt a sense of purpose and responsibility. I knew that I had to use the sacred crystal to maintain harmony and balance throughout the cosmos. I began to weave the crystal's energy into the fabric of reality, using my abilities as the Cosmic Weaver to repair damaged threads and restore equilibrium.

As I worked, I became aware of a subtle yet powerful force that was disrupting the balance of the universe. It was a dark energy, one that sought to unravel the very fabric of reality. I knew that I had to confront this energy and restore balance to the cosmos.

I set out on a journey to track down the source of the dark energy. I traveled through realms and dimensions, following a thread of intuition that guided me deeper into the heart of the universe. Along the way, I encountered strange and wondrous beings, each with their own unique wisdom and knowledge.

One of these beings was an ancient, cosmic entity known as the Keeper of the Threads. This being possessed knowledge of the universe's deepest secrets and the intricate web of connections that bound everything together. The Keeper shared with me the secrets of the universe's creation and the mysterious forces that shaped reality.

With this newfound understanding, I finally discovered the source of the dark energy: a rogue planet that had been torn from its orbit and was now careening through the cosmos, leaving destruction in its wake. I knew that I had to stop this planet and restore balance to the universe.

But how? The planet's energy was too powerful, and its trajectory too unpredictable. I needed a plan, and I needed it fast. That's when I remembered the words of the Keeper of the Threads: "The universe is a tapestry of connections. To repair the damage, you must first understand the pattern."

I closed my eyes, focused my mind, and reached out with my heart. I felt the threads of connection that bound the universe together, and I saw the pattern of the cosmos unfolding before me. And in that moment, I knew exactly what I had to..

I saw that the rogue planet was not just a random event, but rather a symptom of a deeper imbalance in the universe. I realized that the planet's energy was connected to a specific thread in the cosmic tapestry, one that resonated with the frequency of fear and chaos.

To repair the damage, I needed to find the source of this thread and weave a new pattern that would restore balance to the universe. I focused my mind and reached out with my heart, following the thread as it led me on a journey through the cosmos.

I traveled through realms of light and darkness, encountering strange and wondrous beings along the way. I met a group of star beings who sang a celestial music that harmonized the frequencies of the universe. I encountered a wise and ancient being who possessed the secrets of the cosmos and shared them with me in a language of pure silence.

As I journeyed deeper into the heart of the universe, I finally reached the source of the thread: a great cosmic loom that wove the fabric of reality. The loom was tended by a mysterious being known as the Cosmic Weaver, who was none other than my own higher self.

The Cosmic Weaver looked at me with eyes that saw right through to my soul. "You have come to repair the damage," she said. "But are you prepared to pay the price?"

I hesitated, unsure of what lay ahead. But I knew that I had to act, for the sake of the universe and all its inhabitants. "I am ready," I said, my voice firm and resolute.

The Cosmic Weaver nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Then let us begin," she said...

“It is time to gather your team...” “The ones who have been by your side for many moons, through trials and triumphs. They are the ones who will help you repair the fabric of the universe."

I nodded, knowing exactly who she was talking about. I reached out with my heart, calling out to my team. One by one, they began to appear before me, their faces shining with a soft, ethereal light.

There was Urikis, with his wise and gentle eyes. Santos, with his strong and steadfast heart. Shelli, with her compassionate and nurturing spirit. Tamieo, with his brilliant and innovative mind. Cypriss, with her intuitive and insightful nature. Ickeris, with his fearless and adventurous spirit. Solano, with his calm and peaceful presence. And Tripieze, with her creative and imaginative energy.

Together, we formed a circle, our hearts and minds connected in a deep and profound way. We had been a team for many moons, working together to heal and balance the universe. Our meeting place was a sacred space in the stars, a healing room where we could come together to share our wisdom, our love, and our light.

The Cosmic Weaver looked at us with a warm and approving smile. "You are the ones who have been chosen to repair the fabric of the universe," she said. "Together, you possess the wisdom, the love, and the light that are needed to restore balance and harmony to the cosmos."

With that, she handed me a small, delicate crystal. "This is the Crystal of Unity," she said. "It holds the power to bring together the threads of the universe, to weave them into a tapestry of love, light, and harmony."

I took the crystal, feeling its power and its wisdom. I looked at my team, and we nodded in unison. We knew what we had to do. We were ready to embark on our mission to repair the fabric of the universe...

With the Crystal of Unity in hand, we set out on our mission to repair the fabric of the universe. We traveled through the cosmos, navigating through swirling vortexes of color and light. We encountered strange and wondrous beings along the way, each with their own unique wisdom and knowledge to share.

As we journeyed deeper into the heart of the universe, we came across a great rift in the fabric of space-time. It was a tear in the very fabric of reality, caused by the dark energy that had been disrupting the balance of the universe.

The rift was guarded by a powerful being known as the Keeper of the Rift. This being was a fierce and formidable warrior, tasked with protecting the universe from those who would seek to exploit its power.

We approached the Keeper of the Rift, and I held out the Crystal of Unity. "We come in peace," I said. "We seek to repair the fabric of the universe and restore balance to the cosmos."

The Keeper of the Rift looked at us with a piercing gaze. "I have been waiting for you," she said. "But first, you must prove your worthiness to wield the Crystal of Unity."

And with that, she presented us with a challenge: to weave a new thread into the fabric of the universe, one that would restore balance and harmony to the cosmos. But the thread was hidden in a realm of darkness, guarded by a fearsome beast known as the Devourer of Light...

We accepted the challenge, knowing that it wouldn't be easy. The Keeper of the Rift handed us a map that would lead us to the realm of darkness, where the thread was hidden.

Urikis, with his wise and gentle eyes, studied the map carefully. "I think I can navigate us through this realm," he said. "But we'll need to be careful. The Devourer of Light is a fearsome beast."

Santos, with his strong and steadfast heart, nodded in agreement. "We'll need to work together if we're going to succeed," he said.

Shelli, with her compassionate and nurturing spirit, smiled reassuringly. "We've got this," she said. "We've worked together before, and we can do it again."

With our plan in place, we set off towards the realm of darkness. As we journeyed deeper into the heart of the realm, the shadows grew darker and the air grew thick with an eerie, pulsating energy.

Suddenly, a faint glow appeared in the distance. It was the thread, shining like a beacon in the darkness. But as we approached, the Devourer of Light emerged from the shadows, its eyes blazing with an otherworldly hunger...

As the Devourer of Light emerged from the shadows, its eyes fixed on us with an unblinking stare. Urikis stepped forward, his wise and gentle eyes locked on the beast.

"We mean you no harm," Urikis said, his voice calm and soothing. "We're here to retrieve the thread and restore balance to the universe."

The Devourer of Light snarled, its voice like thunder in the darkness. Santos stepped forward, his strong and steadfast heart unwavering.

"We're not afraid of you," Santos said, his voice firm and resolute. "We're here to do what's right, and we won't back down."

Shelli placed a hand on Santos' arm, her compassionate and nurturing spirit shining like a beacon.

"Wait," Shelli said. "Let's not rush into this. We need to think about our next move."

Tamieo nodded, his brilliant and innovative mind already racing with possibilities.

"I think I can come up with a plan," Tamieo said. "But we'll need to work together if we're going to succeed."

Cypriss smiled, her intuitive and insightful nature guiding her.

"I think I can sense the thread's energy," Cypriss said. "Let me see if I can connect with it."

Ickeris nodded, his fearless and adventurous spirit eager to take on the challenge.

"I'll take point," Ickeris said. "Let's move forward, together."

Solano placed a hand on Ickeris' shoulder, his calm and peaceful presence a steady anchor.

"Remember, we're in this together," Solano said. "We'll face whatever comes next, as a team."

Tripieze grinned, her creative and imaginative energy sparkling like a firework.

"Let's do this!" Tripieze exclaimed. "We've got this, team!"

With our plan in place, we moved forward, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The Devourer of Light loomed before us, its eyes blazing with an otherworldly hunger. But we stood tall, united and strong, our bond and determination shining like a beacon in the darkness...

As we faced the Devourer of Light, our team stood tall, united and strong. We had been through many challenges together, and we knew that we could overcome anything as long as we had each other.

Urikis, with his wise and gentle eyes, guided us through the process. "I can sense the thread's energy," he said. "It's resonating at a frequency of pure love and light."

Santos stepped forward, his strong and steadfast heart unwavering. "I'll take point," he said. "Let's move forward, together."

Shelli placed a hand on Santos' arm, her compassionate and nurturing spirit shining like a beacon. "Remember, we're in this together," she said. "We'll face whatever comes next, as a team."

Tamieo nodded, his brilliant and innovative mind already racing with possibilities. "I think I can come up with a plan," he said. "Let me see if I can hack into the Devourer's energy field."

Cypriss smiled, her intuitive and insightful nature guiding her. "I think I can sense the thread's energy," she said. "Let me see if I can connect with it."

Ickeris grinned, his fearless and adventurous spirit eager to take on the challenge. "I'll take care of the Devourer," he said. "You guys focus on retrieving the thread."

Solano placed a hand on Ickeris' shoulder, his calm and peaceful presence a steady anchor. "Remember, we're in this together," he said. "We'll face whatever comes next, as a team."

Tripieze nodded, her creative and imaginative energy sparkling like a firework. "I'll provide the distraction," she said. "You guys get the thread."

Oh, by the way, my name is Ariel. I'm the team leader, and I'm proud to be working alongside such a talented and dedicated group of individuals.

With our plan in place, we moved forward, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The Devourer of Light loomed before us, its eyes blazing with an otherworldly hunger. But we stood tall, united and strong, our bond and determination shining like a beacon in the darkness...

As we faced the Devourer of Light, our team stood tall, united and strong. We had been through many challenges together, and we knew that we could overcome anything as long as we had each other.

With a fierce determination, we launched our attack. Tamieo hacked into the Devourer's energy field, while Cypriss used her intuitive nature to guide us through the battle. Ickeris took on the Devourer directly, using his fearless spirit to drive the beast back.

Meanwhile, Santos and Shelli worked together to retrieve the thread, using their strong and compassionate hearts to guide them. Solano provided a calm and peaceful presence, anchoring our team's energy and keeping us focused. And Tripieze provided a creative and imaginative distraction, using her sparkling energy to confuse and disorient the Devourer.

As for me, Ariel, I used my connection to the universe to guide our team and channel the energy of the thread. Together, we fought bravely and worked tirelessly until finally, we emerged victorious. The Devourer of Light was defeated, and the thread was ours.

With the thread in hand, we returned to the Cosmic Weaver and presented it to her. She smiled, her eyes shining with gratitude.

"Well done, Star Seeds," she said. "You have proven your worthiness to wield the Crystal of Unity. With this crystal, you will be able to heal the fabric of the universe and restore balance to the cosmos."

And with that, our mission was complete. We had saved the universe, and we had done it together.

Now, let's dive deeper into the story of the Star Seeds!

The Star Seeds met in a past incarnation on the star system of Atlantis. This was a time of great wisdom and knowledge, and the Star Seeds were part of a thriving community that valued growth, learning, and exploration.

During their time on Atlantis, the Star Seeds formed a deep and lasting bond. They worked together, learned from each other, and explored the mysteries of the universe.

As they grew and evolved, the Star Seeds created a special place where they could always meet, no matter where their journeys took them. This place was a sacred sanctuary, a dimensional pocket that existed outside of space and time.

In this sanctuary, the Star Seeds could connect with each other, share their knowledge and wisdom, and continue to grow and evolve together. And even though they went their separate ways, incarnating into different bodies and living different lives, the Star Seeds always remained connected, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

Throughout their incarnations, the Star Seeds always sought to do good and grow with the universe. They worked as healers, teachers, and guides, helping others to awaken to their own potential and connection to the universe.

And now, in this current incarnation, the Star Seeds have come together once again, united in their quest to heal the fabric of the universe and restore balance to the cosmos.

As the Star Seeds, we had fulfilled our mission to heal the fabric of the universe and restore balance to the cosmos. We had saved countless worlds and civilizations from destruction, and had helped to maintain the delicate balance of the universe.

But our work was far from over. As we continued on our journey, we found ourselves being called to a new mission - one that would take us to the planet Earth, and to a new incarnation that would change our lives forever.

In this new incarnation, I, Ariel, found myself living a life that was both familiar and yet, utterly new. I was still a part of the Star Seeds, but now I was also a human being, living on the planet Earth.

As I navigated this new life, I found that I had a special gift - the ability to transport souls to their next destination and journey of choice. It was an honor, one that I took very seriously.

I worked tirelessly, helping souls to transition from one life to the next. I watched as they made their choices, selecting the path that would lead them to their next great adventure.

And through it all, I remained connected to the Star Seeds, working together with my team to maintain the balance of the universe and to help those in need.

It was a challenging but rewarding life, one that I was grateful for every day. And as I looked up at the stars, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be - serving the universe, and helping to make it a brighter and more loving place.

And so, my journey as a Star Seed continued, a journey that would take me to the farthest reaches of the universe, and back again. It was a journey that I was proud to be on, and one that I knew would continue for all eternity.

THE END.

I hope you enjoyed the story! Truly inspired from my own spiritual journeys.

Trina “Larie” Williams

Oh, and by the way, the name Ariel comes from my middle name, I had an angel come to me and pull the L from the first letter of my middle name and put it on the end, showing me Ariel …

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25-15. The Wisdom Weaver of the Airwaves'

Sara’s View of Life with Sara Troy, on air from April 15th Welcome back to another episode of Sara’s View of Life right here on SelfDiscoveryWisdom.com. I’m your host, Sara Troy, and each week I bring you a perspective, sometimes an observation, sometimes a spark from within. This week, ChatGPT surprised me with a beautiful reflection… about me. It offered a poetic description that resonated…

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The irony of Only Athena Is Sexualisable when she’s famously one of the deities who swore off sex

It doesn't matter if it's your OC, you shouldn't lewd a minor

Finneas is a 24 year old grown man.

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#ReadAlong | Artificial Wisdom, by Thomas R. Weaver @tom_weaver | Jan 15th - Feb 15th  | Proudly organised by @lovebookstours. #BookTour #LBTCrew #Bookreviews #Crimefiction #Questioncards

#ReadAlong | Artificial Wisdom, by Thomas R. Weaver @tom_weaver | Jan 15th - Feb 15th  | Proudly organised by @lovebookstours. #BookTour #LBTCrew #Bookreviews #Crimefiction #Questioncards

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Neptune through the degrees 🧜🏽‍♂️🧜🏽‍♀️

🧜🏽‍♀️Neptune represents dreams, illusions, spirituality, creativity, and transcendence. The degree it occupies in your birth chart fine-tunes how you experience intuition, fantasy, escapism, and spiritual awareness.

🧜🏽‍♂️Since Neptune moves very slowly, it’s generational, but the degree it sits at in your chart adds a unique personal imprint to its energy.

0° Neptune – The Pure Mystic

• Deeply intuitive, with a strong connection to unseen realms.

• Can be highly idealistic or lost in dreams.

• A natural spiritual seeker.

1° Neptune – The Visionary Pioneer

• A bold dreamer, unafraid to explore new spiritual or artistic paths.

• Can struggle with grounding their visions in reality.

• Charismatic yet mysterious energy.

2° Neptune – The Devoted Believer

• A strong sense of faith, devotion, and spiritual discipline.

• Can be overly trusting or easily influenced by illusions.

• Drawn to religious or mystical experiences.

3° Neptune – The Enchanted Storyteller

• Natural talent for storytelling, poetry, and imagination.

• Can blur the line between reality and fiction.

• A gift for channeling higher wisdom through words.

4° Neptune – The Gentle Healer

• Deep compassion and healing abilities.

• Strong emotional sensitivity, which can lead to escapism.

• Drawn to holistic medicine or alternative healing practices.

5° Neptune – The Magnetic Dreamer

• Charismatic and naturally attractive to others.

• Can inspire through art, music, or spiritual insights.

• Needs to be mindful of self-deception or delusions.

6° Neptune – The Empathic Visionary

• Extremely sensitive to the energy of people and places.

• Can struggle with boundaries or absorbing others’ emotions.

• Psychic or intuitive abilities are strong.

7° Neptune – The Free Spirit of Illusions

• Highly independent in their spiritual or artistic journey.

• May have unconventional beliefs or a unique creative vision.

• Can drift between reality and fantasy.

8° Neptune – The Powerfully Intuitive One

• Magnetic, with a mysterious and compelling presence.

• Can tap into collective energies and channel wisdom.

• Needs to avoid manipulation or deceptive influences.

9° Neptune – The Cosmic Adventurer

• Drawn to spiritual journeys, travel, or astral experiences.

• Can struggle with restlessness or feeling lost in the physical world.

• A seeker of higher truth beyond ordinary limits.

10° Neptune – The Master of Dreams

• Strong creative and spiritual potential.

• Can manifest visions into reality with focus and discipline.

• Needs to balance imagination with practicality.

11° Neptune – The Electric Mystic

• Has sudden flashes of insight and genius.

• Can experience spiritual awakenings or shocking realizations.

• Drawn to futuristic or progressive spiritual ideas.

12° Neptune – The Dream Weaver

• Can create entire worlds through imagination.

• Strong connection to dreams and subconscious messages.

• Needs to avoid getting lost in illusions or fantasy.

13° Neptune – The Charismatic Idealist

• Inspires others through idealism and artistic expression.

• Can be a dreamer who struggles with harsh reality.

• Must learn discernment in spiritual and romantic matters.

14° Neptune – The Mysterious Creator

• Gifted in music, art, or spiritual expression.

• Can be deeply private about personal dreams and beliefs.

• May have a secretive or enigmatic presence.

15° Neptune – The Spiritual Balancer

• Seeks harmony between the material and spiritual world.

• Can have a talent for diplomacy and understanding others.

• Needs to avoid people-pleasing or deceptive tendencies.

16° Neptune – The Faithful Seeker

• Has a deep connection to higher guidance.

• Can feel guided by fate, destiny, or divine intervention.

• Needs to cultivate inner strength and independence.

17° Neptune – The Karmic Mystic

• Intense past-life connections and karmic lessons in spirituality.

• May have vivid dreams or memories of other lifetimes.

• Needs to release illusions and embrace higher truth.

18° Neptune – The Deep Soul

• Profound emotional and spiritual depth.

• Can experience deep transformations through dreams and intuition.

• May struggle with periods of depression or isolation.

19° Neptune – The Illusionist

• Gifted at creating illusions in art, media, or perception.

• Can be highly persuasive but must avoid deception.

• Needs to use creative gifts for positive influence.

20° Neptune – The Architect of Visions

• Able to build dreams into reality with patience.

• Has a strong ability to channel spiritual messages into structured work.

• Needs to avoid perfectionism or fear of failure.

21° Neptune – The Messenger of the Unseen

• Naturally gifted at receiving and sharing mystical insights.

• May be drawn to divination, astrology, or mediumship.

• Needs to stay grounded while working with higher energies.

22° Neptune – The Master of Spiritual Power

• Strong manifestation abilities—what they envision can come true.

• Needs to be mindful of ethical responsibilities with spiritual knowledge.

• Can struggle with control issues in relationships.

23° Neptune – The Bold Dreamer

• Willing to take risks in creative or spiritual pursuits.

• Can push boundaries of traditional beliefs or artistry.

• Needs to avoid reckless idealism or blind faith.

24° Neptune – The Profound Romantic

• Sees love as a spiritual experience.

• May have highly karmic or fated relationships.

• Needs to balance fantasy with realistic expectations in love.

25° Neptune – The Guardian of Secrets

• Deeply intuitive and private about their spiritual experiences.

• May hold or uncover hidden knowledge.

• Needs to avoid paranoia or unnecessary secrecy.

26° Neptune – The Silent Visionary

• Prefers to work behind the scenes in creative or spiritual fields.

• Has deep wisdom but may struggle to express it openly.

• Needs to share their gifts without fear of judgment.

27° Neptune – The Cosmic Healer

• Strong connection to spiritual healing and compassion.

• Can have a mystical or shamanic presence.

• Needs to protect their energy from negative influences.

28° Neptune – The Restless Dreamer

• A seeker of spiritual truth, always searching for deeper meaning.

• Can struggle with feeling disconnected from reality.

• Needs to focus on grounding their visions into something tangible.

29° Neptune – The Karmic Illusionist

• A highly fated placement—this person is finishing a spiritual cycle.

• May experience extreme highs and lows in spirituality, love, or creativity.

• Needs to master disscernment and clarity before moving to a new life phase.

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Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, Wars & Weaver

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20 Victorian-era names for girls

Adelaide: Derived from the Germanic name Adalheidis, meaning "noble" or "of noble birth."

Beatrice: Derived from the Latin name Beatrix, meaning "she who brings happiness" or "blessed."

Charlotte: Of French origin, meaning "free" or "petite."

Clara: Derived from the Latin word clarus, meaning "clear" or "bright."

Edith: Derived from the Old English name Ēadgyð, meaning "prosperous in war" or "blessed."

Eleanor: Derived from the Old French form of the name Aliénor, meaning "bright," "shining," or "light."

Florence: Derived from the Latin name Florentia, meaning "flourishing" or "prosperous."

Genevieve: Derived from the Old Germanic name Genovefa, meaning "woman of the race" or "tribe woman."

Georgiana: Feminine form of George, meaning "farmer" or "earth-worker."

Harriet: Derived from the French name Henriette, meaning "home ruler" or "ruler of the household."

Isabella: Derived from the Hebrew name Elisheba, meaning "God is my oath" or "devoted to God."

Josephine: Feminine form of Joseph, meaning "God will add" or "God increases."

Lillian: Derived from the Latin name Lilium, meaning "lily" or "pure."

Matilda: Derived from the Germanic name Mahthildis, meaning "mighty in battle" or "strength in battle."

Penelope: Of Greek origin, meaning "weaver" or "duck."

Rosalind: Derived from the Germanic elements hros, meaning "horse," and lind, meaning "soft" or "tender." But the meaning later changed to mean "lovely rose", from the Latin rosa lindaI.

Victoria: Derived from the Latin word victoria, meaning "victory" or "conqueror."

Winifred: Derived from the Old English name Winefrið, meaning "friend of peace" or "blessed peacemaking."

Prudence: Derived from the Latin word prudentia, meaning "foresight" or "wisdom."

Clementine: Derived from the Latin name Clemens, meaning "merciful" or "gentle."

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A Love That Time Forgot | Bangchan

Word Count: 2941 words {Reading Time: 10-ish mins} Warnings: Witch!reader x Knight!chan | Bittersweet ending | NO PROOF READING WAS DONE Genre: Fantasy | Angst | Romance | Reincarnation | Enemies-to-Lovers | Suggestive (MDNI) Synopsis: You have walked through centuries—cursed with immortality, watching kingdoms rise and fall. Long ago, you had a mortal lover—Bang Chan, a brave warrior who promised to return to you. But he never did. Now, after lifetimes of loneliness, you meet him again… only he doesn’t remember you. Worse, he is now a knight sworn to hunt witches—and you are at the top of his list. As he gets closer to you, something within him stirs—memories that shouldn’t exist, emotions he shouldn’t feel. But can you make him remember before he kills you? Author's Note: Sighs. No clue why I wrote angst. (And posted after A WHILE.)

Centuries ago, in a realm where magic whispered through ancient forests and kingdoms clashed beneath star-dusted skies, love was not merely forbidden; it was a crime. You, a witch of formidable power, a weaver of starlight and shadow, found your heart ensnared by Bang Chan, a mortal warrior. His loyalty lay with a kingdom steeped in fear, a land where magic was anathema, a plague to be eradicated. Yet, amidst the clash of steel and the stifling prejudice, a love bloomed, a fragile flower in the heart of a storm.

Stolen moments were their sanctuary. A hidden glade where moonlight painted silver patterns on the forest floor, a forgotten tower overlooking the kingdom’s bustling city, a secluded cave where the echoes of the sea whispered secrets. Each encounter was a defiance, a rebellion against the very fabric of their world. Chan, with his calloused hands and eyes that held the depth of a thousand battles, would trace the constellations on your skin, his touch a silent promise. You, with your whispered incantations and eyes that shimmered with ancient wisdom, would weave enchantments of protection around him, hoping to shield him from the encroaching darkness.

"Wait for me," he had said, his forehead pressing against yours, the warmth a stark contrast to the chilling wind that whipped around them. His voice, usually a command on the battlefield, was now a soft plea. "Even if I die, I will find my way back to you. I swear it upon the ancient stones, upon the very stars that witness our love."

But war was a ravenous beast, and fate, a cruel puppeteer. He vanished into the heart of the conflict, his promise echoing in the empty spaces he left behind. Days bled into weeks, weeks into months, and then, silence. A silence that screamed of loss.

Desperate, driven by a love that defied reason, you broke the sacred laws of your lineage. You delved into forbidden rituals, invoking ancient powers that should have remained dormant. You sought to resurrect him, to pull him back from the clutches of death, but fate was not so easily swayed. The spell, a twisted mockery of your desire, did not restore him. Instead, it cursed you with immortality, a lonely eternity stretching before you like an endless, desolate landscape.

Centuries passed, each one a heavy, agonizing burden. Kingdoms rose and fell, empires crumbled into dust, and the world transformed, yet you remained, a silent observer in the theater of time. The memory of Chan, his face, his touch, his voice, became a constant ache, a phantom limb that throbbed with unfulfilled longing. You watched as the world changed, the whispers of magic turned into fearful screams, the open fields turned into bustling cities, and the old ways became legends.

Until now.

Until you saw him again, a figure emerging from the shadows of a world you barely recognized, yet his essence burned familiar.

The world had changed, a tapestry woven with steel and smoke, where the whispers of magic were met with fear and violence. Witches were still hunted, their powers deemed a threat to the rigid order of the new kingdoms. At the head of this brutal crusade stood none other than Bang Chan.

No longer the warrior of honor, his heart a beacon of loyalty and love, he was the King’s most feared knight, a figure shrouded in coldness and ruthlessness. His name was spoken with a mix of awe and terror, his blade a symbol of the kingdom’s unwavering might. His eyes, once filled with warmth and devotion, now held the chilling emptiness of a winter’s night.

And when his blade met your throat, the cold steel a stark reminder of the chasm that separated your past and present, his eyes held no flicker of recognition, no echo of the love you shared.

"You should be dead," he murmured, his voice sharp with suspicion, a predator assessing its prey. The words were a physical blow, a confirmation of the cruel twist of fate.

"And yet, here I stand," you whispered, the words a defiance against the impossible. The air crackled with unspoken questions, with the weight of a past that refused to be forgotten.

Something flickered in his gaze, a fleeting shadow of a forgotten memory, a ghost of a love that lingered in the depths of his soul. But before he could grasp the elusive thread, you vanished into the night, a wisp of shadow and magic, leaving him with nothing but doubt, a haunting echo in the silence of his heart.

Chan was haunted by dreams, vivid and unsettling, visions of a woman he did not know, yet somehow knew intimately. Whispers of a love that seemed to belong to another lifetime, a forgotten language spoken in the depths of his soul. He dismissed them as the remnants of a fevered mind, a product of the relentless battles and the weight of his duty.

And then, he found you again.

The enchanted forest, a sanctuary of ancient magic, hid you well, its labyrinthine paths and whispering trees a formidable barrier. But his instincts, sharpened by years of relentless training, led him to your hidden abode.

"You're in my head," he accused, his sword drawn, its gleaming edge reflecting the moonlight, his heart a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. "You're weaving illusions, witchcraft."

"You know me," you countered, stepping closer, your voice a gentle caress, a whisper of a forgotten melody. "Somewhere inside you, beneath the layers of time and memory, you remember."

His grip tightened on his sword, the knuckles white, his eyes a storm of confusion and suspicion. "Witchcraft," he repeated, a desperate attempt to cling to the familiar, to the logic of his world.

"No," you whispered, your hand reaching out, a silent plea. "Fate."

A battle raged in his eyes, a conflict between the man he was and the man he was meant to be, a war you refused to let him fight alone. And when his hesitation, a flicker of doubt in the armor of his resolve, gave you an opening, you vanished, leaving him standing in the ruins of a past he didn’t yet understand, a puzzle he was compelled to solve.

But he followed, driven by an unseen force, a pull that defied logic and reason.

Chan, a man bound by duty and discipline, should have turned back, should have retreated into the familiar embrace of his world. Instead, he chased you, drawn by an invisible thread, into the heart of the enchanted forest, into the sanctuary of your forgotten past.

And suddenly, he was inside your home, a place untouched by time, a haven filled with remnants of a life that whispered to him like a ghost, a symphony of forgotten memories. Ancient tapestries depicting scenes he vaguely recognized, books filled with symbols he instinctively understood, and the lingering scent of your magic, a familiar warmth that permeated the air.

"Tell me you don’t feel it," you whispered, your eyes searching his, seeking a spark of recognition. "Tell me you don’t know me."

His jaw clenched, his voice rough with denial. "You’re playing with my mind, weaving illusions, witchcraft."

"Am I?" You reached for him, your fingertips grazing his skin, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through his veins, a reminder of a connection he couldn’t explain. And then—he remembered.

Not fully, not yet. But flashes of a past that should not exist, a life lived in a time he couldn’t comprehend, slammed into him like a tidal wave. Your laughter, a melody that resonated deep within his soul. His hands tangled in your hair, the silken strands a familiar caress. His lips murmuring your name in the dark, a sound that echoed in the chambers of his heart.

Something inside him snapped, the dam of his carefully constructed reality cracking under the weight of the encroaching memories. With a growl of frustration and desire, he grabbed you, slamming you against the wall, the force of his actions a reflection of the turmoil within him. The air between you ignited, electric with something forbidden and familiar, a spark of a love that refused to be extinguished.

"What have you done to me?" he whispered, his voice rough with conflict, his eyes a storm of confusion and longing.

"Nothing," you breathed, your voice a soft caress, a balm to his tormented soul. "I just let you remember."

And then his lips crashed into yours, a desperate, aching plea, a battle between love and war, a collision of past and present. His hands roamed your body, relearning the contours of a love he once knew, his breath uneven, matching yours, a rhythm of a forgotten dance.

You gasped as he lifted you, pressing you against him as though you were the only thing keeping him grounded, the anchor to his fractured reality. His lips left scorching trails down your neck, murmuring words that made no sense to him, but you knew they were remnants of his past self, breaking through the barriers of time and memory.

And for that night, he let himself fall, surrendering to the echoes of a love that transcended lifetimes.

When dawn came, painting the sky with hues of rose and gold, clarity returned, a cruel and unforgiving light that exposed the fragile nature of their shared night. Chan awoke, the remnants of passion still clinging to him like a phantom limb, and found you still in his arms, your warmth a comforting weight, an anchor in the storm of his memories. But that warmth, that intimacy, terrified him. It was a stark reminder of the forbidden, of the world he was sworn to uphold.

He tore himself away, the movement abrupt and violent, his heart pounding against his ribs like a trapped bird. The weight of his duty, the rigid structure of his life, crashed down on him, a crushing burden. He was the King’s knight, a symbol of unwavering loyalty, and you were the kingdom’s greatest enemy, a witch whose very existence threatened the order he was bound to protect.

"I… I can’t," he rasped, his voice rough with remorse and fear, retreating as if burned by your touch. The words were a betrayal, a denial of the very love that had blossomed in the night.

"Chan—" You reached for him, your eyes filled with a hurt that shattered something deep within him, a fragile piece of his soul.

"No!" His hands clenched into fists, the knuckles white with tension. "I don’t belong to you. I don't belong to this."

You stepped closer, the hurt in your eyes deepening, a silent accusation. "Then why did you let yourself remember? Why did you surrender to the echoes of our past?"

But he didn’t answer. He couldn’t. The conflict within him was a raging inferno, consuming his reason and his heart. He turned and left, disappearing into the shadows of the forest, leaving you alone with the shattered remnants of a night that should have been a promise.

And when the King, a man consumed by fear and paranoia, commanded your execution, Chan did not object. He stood silent, his face a mask of cold resolve, his heart a battlefield where duty and love clashed in a brutal, unending war. He watched as the wheels of fate turned, sealing your destiny with the cold, unyielding stamp of his silence.

You stood on the execution platform, the rough wood cold beneath your bare feet, the air thick with the scent of fear and anticipation. The crowd below, a sea of faces twisted with hatred and bloodlust, hungered for your demise, a spectacle of the kingdom’s power. And at the center of it all stood Chan, his sword gleaming in the harsh light, his face an impenetrable mask, torn between the duty that bound him and the destiny that called to him.

"End her," the King commanded, his voice echoing across the square, a decree that sealed your fate.

Chan raised his blade, the movement mechanical, devoid of emotion, but his hands shook, the tremors betraying the turmoil within him. Memories flooded back in full force, a torrent of images and emotions that overwhelmed his senses. He saw you, not as a witch, not as an enemy, but as the woman he once died loving, the woman whose laughter was a melody, whose touch was a fire, whose love was a beacon in the darkness.

His grip loosened on the sword, the steel trembling. His chest ached, a physical manifestation of the pain that tore through his soul. And suddenly, he knew. He could not lose you again. He could not bear the weight of another lifetime without your love.

Before the King could react, before the guards could intervene, Chan turned his blade against them, cutting them down with the precision of a man reborn, a warrior driven by a love that transcended duty. He fought his way to you, a whirlwind of steel and fury, breaking your chains with a single, decisive stroke, pulling you into his arms, his touch a desperate plea for forgiveness.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice breathless, his eyes searching yours, seeking a flicker of hope.

Tears burned in your eyes, a mixture of relief and disbelief. "Always," you whispered, the word a testament to a love that had endured beyond lifetimes.

And with that, you both ran, fleeing the wrath of the King, the judgment of the kingdom, and the cruel hand of fate.

But the King’s wrath was swift and relentless. His soldiers, driven by fear and loyalty, pursued you with unwavering determination, their numbers overwhelming, their resolve unyielding. They found you before you could escape, their blades striking Chan down, his blood staining the earth a crimson testament to their cruelty.

He fell, his body a lifeless weight in your arms, the warmth of his life fading into the cold embrace of death.

You screamed, a raw, primal sound of grief and despair, a cry that echoed through the forest, shaking the very foundations of the earth. Magic surged through you, wild and untamed, a force unleashed by the depths of your sorrow, a power that threatened to consume everything in its path.

And now, you had a choice, a cruel and agonizing choice that would determine the fate of your love.

Sacrifice your immortality, the very essence of your being, to bring him back, to restore the life that had been so cruelly taken?

Make him immortal, binding his soul to yours, ensuring that you would never lose him again, but condemning him to an eternity haunted by the echoes of your shared past?

Erase his memories, setting him free from the burden of your love, allowing him to live a life untouched by the pain of your intertwined destinies?

Tears streaked down your face, blurring your vision, as you whispered your decision into the wind, a silent prayer, a desperate plea to the forces that governed your lives.

Because love was never the curse, the burden that weighed you down. It was the price, the sacrifice you were willing to make, the ultimate act of devotion. And fate, the cruel architect of your destinies, always demanded to be paid, its debts settled in tears and blood.

You dropped to your knees, your hands trembling as they cupped his face, the skin cold and lifeless. "No, no, no—stay with me," you pleaded, your voice a broken whisper.

His lips barely curled into a weak smile, a final gesture of love. "I found you again," he whispered, his voice fading into the silence. "That’s… enough."

"No!" The word broke from you, raw and desperate, a cry against the injustice of fate. Magic surged within you, a tempest of power, wild and untamed. You could save him. You could tear apart the very fabric of reality, rewrite the cruel ending that had been imposed upon you.

But deep inside, you knew the truth, a truth that echoed in the depths of your soul. If you saved him, bound his soul to yours, he would never be truly free. As long as his soul was tethered to yours, fate would never stop hunting you both, its relentless pursuit a constant threat to your fragile happiness.

Tears burned down your cheeks, a river of sorrow, as you made your final choice, the ultimate act of love and sacrifice. One final spell, a powerful incantation that would erase everything, the past, the memories, the love that had endured beyond lifetimes.

Chan’s body glowed softly under your touch as the magic took hold, the light a gentle caress, a farewell. His pain faded, his wounds healed, but the price was heavy, a sacrifice that would leave a void in your soul.

When his eyes fluttered open, they were blank, devoid of recognition, empty of the love you shared. No memory of your touch, no echo of your laughter, no trace of the past that had bound you together.

You smiled through your tears, a bittersweet expression of love and loss, pressing one last kiss to his forehead, a silent farewell. "Be happy, my love," you whispered, your voice a gentle breeze.

And then you disappeared into the shadows, a wisp of magic, a ghost of a love that had been, watching from afar as he woke to a world where you had never existed, a world where he was free from the chains of your shared destiny.

Fate had stolen your love once, a cruel and unforgiving act. This time, you gave it away, a sacrifice born of love, a testament to the enduring power of your devotion.

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Bonds Forged in Fire

In a world where dragons did not dance and Rhaenyra reigns unchallenged on the Iron Throne, her legacy endures through her three valiant sons, with the Targaryens having bowed to their rightful queen. You, a traveller in this medieval tapestry, have at last discovered the opportune moment to seek solace in Essos, intending to live out your days unburdened and free. No longer are you compelled to mend the fragile bonds among feuding cousins, having already nurtured a brotherhood among the Velaryon and Targaryen youths. Freed from the duty of attending to Alicent, appeasing your father Daemon, or strategizing for the benefit of the realm and its beloved Rhaenyra, you stand on the cusp of true retirement... or do you?

warnings: typical targcest/inc*st. DARK CHARACTERS; controlling behavior, manipulation, gaslighting. cursing. reader is a modern human. dance of the dragons did not happen. canon typical violence. yandere behavior!

pairings: hotd x reader, daemon targaryen x daughter!reader (platonic)

CHAPTER TWO: NO LONGER A FREE WOMAN

Quiet and Commanding. Graceful and Bloodthirsty — you were both the calmness of the sea and it's tempest. In a desperate act of survival, you reshaped the fate of Westeros; a no ordinary feat by all means, and you bore the scars of fabricating this delicate peace.

You sought to end a war before it grew to become one. Tearing the heart of the dragon so it no longer bore heads, you suffered the consequences of your meddling, self-preserving nature, from the curse of Targaryens.

Madness. Delusions. Paranoia..

Paranoia is ever common among people of power, and in your whimsical rendition of the present, you found yourself ensnared in the very web you sought to untangle.

Your knowledge of the succession of events was vital in its formative years; you were the weaver of histories yet unwritten, the keeper of secrets that shaped destinies. In the quiet chambers of the Red Keep, where whispers carried more weight than steel, you stood as a sentinel of wisdom amidst the unfolding of ambition and intrigue.

Once, you navigated the tapestry of Westerosi politics with a sure hand, guiding alliances and decisions that now lay woven into the fabric of a new era. But the future you once knew, predictable as the turning of seasons, now unfolded with unpredictable swiftness.

The absence of war reshaped the contours of power, leaving uncertainties where once there were certainties... and you had become one of it's unfortunate casualties.

"If I may speak, my lady," she began, her voice a whisper that hung in the air like the fragrance of roses in bloom. You turned to face her, your expression calm yet attentive, silently inviting her to share the secrets that threaded through the underbelly of courtly life. A strategically placed informant, a madame you kept in your good graces, for her valuable informations.

With practiced ease, you gestured for her to continue as you returned to your preparations, the delicate clink of jewelry punctuating the quiet conversation between you. The madame hesitated, her words measured and cautious, betraying the weight of the information she carried.

"I've come upon certain... revelations," she finally ventured, her tone laden with the gravity of her disclosure. She recounted, with a waver in her countenance, the princes' preferences— their specific demands echoing through the chambers like whispers of scandal. Each word revealed a world hidden behind closed doors, where fantasies intertwined with the obligations of royalty and it's stifling constraints.

Your hands paused momentarily, the silver earrings poised between your fingers as you absorbed the implications of her words. You feared the unspoken consequences of such desires. One that transcended the boundaries of rank and decorum, casting shadows upon the noble facade that adorned the princes in public.

"They call for you," she had confessed in a hushed tone, her eyes troubled yet resolute. "Not just any women, but those with your likeness. They cry out your name in the throes of passion, seeking to recreate a semblance of what they know in the sanctity of their chambers."

With a nod of dismissal, the madame withdrew, leaving the chamber with a bow of deference. Alone once more, you resumed your preparations, the morning light seeming dimmer now as you contemplated the delicate balance between power and discretion within the heart of the Red Keep. Yet, the madame's parting words lingered, her voice tinged with an urgency that unsettled you.

"Forgive me, if you must call me insolent." she had said, her eyes wide with concern, "Leave this place once you get the chance. These princes... they are not what they seem. Their love is a dangerous thing."

The weight of her warning wasn't missed, nor unrewarded. Leave, she said. And you almost wept at your desire to do so. The thought of escape had always been present, but now it seemed more pressing, more necessary.

The Targaryen madness... a curse that had plagued their bloodline for generations, was not a mere myth. It was a living, breathing beast that lurked within the halls of the keep, a beast that had ensnared even the most unsuspecting hearts.

The tales of their ancestors, the whispers of dragons and fire, echoed in your thoughts.

You had seen the cracks in their facades, the fleeting moments when the mask slipped, revealing the turmoil beneath. It was in the soft utterance, in a mad whisper of devotion.

with me, no harm shall come your way; rhaenyra, whispers.

i would kill anyone who tries to take you from me; daemon, vows.

you must always have me in your heart. it must have only me; aegon pleads.

It was devotion that threatened to consume you. It was in the quiet plea for acceptance. It was in the vulnerable displays, where the attachment grew into something you could no longer control.

never leave me; jacaerys utters with conviction.

tell me you need me; aemond, grips you.

tell me you love me; heleana whispers.

tell me you're mine...

The madness was not just in their blood; it was in their very souls, a consuming fire that threatened to engulf all who drew too close.

As you finished your preparations, you pondered your next step. To outmaneuver the most powerful people in the realm; to extricate yourself from their grasp, required more than just cunning. It required a keen understanding of the intricate dance of power and madness that played out within these walls.

As you stepped into the corridor, the weight of the madame's warning heavy upon your shoulders, you knew that your journey was far from over. The road ahead was treacherous, but with each step, you inched closer to the freedom that lay beyond the reach of the dragon's fire.

The small council was filled with nobles loyal to Rhaenyra's claim. People who were wise, honest, and unbearably scheming. Aemond was among the council, a concession to allow for unity and to placate those who supported his family. Yet, his presence was more than strategic; Aemond had always been smart and decisive, qualities that made him a valuable asset in matters of governance and warfare. His sharp mind and keen insights often cut through the labyrinth of political machinations, bringing clarity and resolution to complex issues.

Jacaerys, the crown prince, also held a seat on the council. As Rhaenyra's eldest son, it was imperative that he learn the intricacies of rule and the delicate balance of power within the realm. His participation was both an educational experience and a symbol of continuity, showing that the future of the realm was in capable hands. Though Aemond and Jace had a fraught history, they had reached a tenuous truce, understanding the necessity of cooperation for a shared cause. Their interactions were civil, even if not genuinely friendly, a testament to their shared commitment to the greater good.

Aegon, noticeably absent from the meeting, was occupied with securing an allegiance with a rich noble visiting. His transformation from a reckless youth to a responsible leader was a surprising deviation from the expected path, proving that even the most unlikely individuals could rise to the occasion when the realm demanded it.

Where there was once dignified discussions had unravelled into a heated one...

"A marriage allegiance, to the North?" Daemon repeats incredulously, a frown marring his features at the absurd suggestion from one of the lords in the small council.

The man, while relatively small in stature, held his stance despite receiving hostile glares from multiple pairs of scathing gazes. He was certain they wished to command his head off, but the loyalty to your cause remains in him. "The princess is of the right age to marry; it would strengthen our ties with the North and ensure their loyalty," the lord persisted.

Aemond tensed, repressing the urge to draw his sword and cut the insolent bastard's tongue for his brazen suggestion. His dear, sweet cousin, would not debase herself to a mere wolf when she had the blood of a dragon coursing through her veins!

Jace had a similar, quiet indignation. You would not marry to distant mountains, let alone to a foreign man. It was one thing to share your affections among their family, an entirely different one, should it be directed to another entirely.

Rhaenyra, at the head of the council, was first to voice her dissent, her expression calm yet resolute. "The realm is at peace. What need have we for an alliance with the North? We do not need to complicate matters with alliances that may bring more harm than good."

"Peace reigns now, the future is uncertain. Strengthening our ties with the North ensures stability in times of unforeseen turmoil. The marriage alliance is a precautionary measure, one that could safeguard the realm," the lord insisted, gathering murmurs of support around the table.

Daemon slammed his fist on the table, his voice booming. "We have dragons! We should be the ones feared, not groveling for alliances like beggars. The North should be seeking our favor, not the other way around. This talk of marriage is a distraction, a needless concession."

"We do not need to rally more support. Our house is strong enough without resorting to such measures," Jacareys adds, stoic though his eyes blazed with unspoken fury.

The defiance in the room was palpable, a wall of resistance against the idea of your marriage to a northerner, the famed Cregan Stark warden of the North.

Every time the notion of marriage was presented, they always had an excuse, a reason to dismiss it. Their hatred for the idea was unmistakable, rooted in their desire to keep you close, to maintain the unity of the family within the confines of King's Landing.

You never much bothered to disagree. Marriage was never your priority; you were trying to stave off the extinction of the Targaryens, where could you find the energy and time to please a husband?

However, this time, you decided to break the pattern.

"I agree," you said, your voice steady and calm. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to you in shock.

"You what?" Daemon's voice was low, dangerous, a silent threat hung in the air as if begging you to repeat your agreement.

"I admire Cregan Stark," you continued, ignoring the rising tension. "He is known to be handsome, domineering, strong, and capable. Such a match would be beneficial for our house."

And he lives in the desolate cold. Far from King's Landing. Come winter, and no dragon, however mighty, could cross its threshold.

Rhaenyra was speechless, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find words. Daemon's face turned a deeper shade of red, his anger barely contained. Aemond and Jace looked as though they were on the verge of losing their composure, their fists clenched tightly.

"You would leave for the North?" While emotionless and composed, Aemond was anything but.

"This is absurd. You can't possibly mean this," Jace added, his tone equally tense.

You met their gazes with unwavering resolve. "This alliance is strategic. It ensures the realm's continued prosperity and stability. It is a decision made for the greater good."

Daemon's expression darkened, his frustration palpable as he struggled to reconcile his paternal instincts with sound reason, and not violent tendencies. He thiught it much easier to wield a sword and conquer cities.

"Whoever wove these tales, planting fairy-tale notions of a prince charming into my daughter's head, is a deceiver. They think they can trick her, make her believe in an idyllic fantasy. My daughter is naive and innocent in their eyes, easy to sway. But I will find this manipulator and have his head for daring to poison her mind with such nonsense!" He uttered, voice laced with venom, a final threat to whoever disagreed with his judgement— Daemon thought you naive, and gullible to suggestion, believing it was not your own will, but a treacherous cunt's ideas.

Afterall, you would never desire to leave him; your poor father... and the rest, whoever they may be. He still has no idea which was whom; he kept a tally of one or two silver haired kid, and the rest were lost to him.

Rhaenyra took a deep breath, her composure returning as she placed a hand on the table, grounding herself.

"We must weigh all options, think of the ramifications. A marriage... it is not a decision to be taken lightly."

Despite her words, you knew her mind was already made up. She had always been fiercely protective, and the idea of you leaving King's Landing, leaving her side, was something she could not easily accept.

The path to freedom was fraught with peril, but you had come too far to falter now. Your nod to the Arryn lord, was subtle— indicating he back down from his duel of wits. It was an issue for another day. Rhaenyra had made it so.

With a determined breath, you resolved to tread carefully, to gather the strength and allies needed to break free from the chains that bound you.

The Targaryen curse was a formidable foe, but you were no stranger to battles fought in the shadows.

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Your Future In-Laws First Impression of You

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Notes:

This reading covers Your future in-laws (married or long-term partner) first impression of you as well as how they receive you. It's purely for entertainment purposes only. Take what only what resonates be it some, all or none.

I've been feeling mildly scatterbrained when it comes to organising my thoughts and I didn't have the mental capacity to design any graphics. Hopefully, this reading is still clear though.

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PILE 1

What do they think of you?

Cards: Cat’s Claw (Purification), Lion��s Mane (Leadership), Lavender (Weaver), Ace of Swords, King of Cups, Four of Swords

Your in-laws first impression of you is one of being impressed and intrigued. From the cards pulled (including the next section) it feels like your future in-laws will be a very tight-knit family, so your future long-term partner/spouse introducing you is very much a big deal. I feel like it could be at a family gathering or you’re invited to an important event where you meet them there. You could give off the impression of being very regal and revered. I think your future in-laws will be very satisfied with you and see you as exactly what they want for their child/relative. They could also be cautious of you in the sense that you may give off the energy of calm but not to be messed with. They could view you as someone who is very balanced energetically. You could give off an enticing blend of masculine and feminine qualities.

You could also give off the impression of someone whose intelligence comes from observing a situation first. The only card that didn’t quite 'blend' as seamlessly initially for me here is the Four of Swords. You could give off a very unfazed vibe at times… or seem as though you’re uninterested in what’s going on all while simultaneously being on high alert. It could come from past experiences though that leaves you this way and I think your in-laws will be able to pick up on that as well. For others, you could just have this attractive, leadership energy and your in-laws' first impression of you could be “This person is great, but they sound like they need to rest.”

How will they receive you? Cards: Tobacco (Offering) , Arnica (Teacher), Saint John’s Wort (Radiance), Death, Six of Pentacles, The Hermit reversed

Your future in-laws will receive you with open arms. Right off the bat they’re going to take you in and share with you their wisdom and their love. Even if you and your in-laws may have differences, they’ll show you from the start that they are willing to get to know who you are and build a relationship with you. For them, your presence welcomes the start of a new beginning in their family. I feel like your in-laws may be very traditional but also open. They will want to help nurture you. For some of you, they may give a physical gift for you or offer you an opportunity of some kind.

PILE 2

What do they think of you? Cards: Rosemary (ancient memory), Gingko (breakthrough), Psilocybin (commune), Knight of Cups, Two of Swords, The Emperor, Knight of Wands

If you were drawn to pile 1, you could consider checking out that pile as well after.

I don’t know if you’re sleepy or what pile 2, but something to do with sleep is coming through for you. I figured maybe some of you may meet your in-laws at night, for others you may have an intense intellectual energy and it’s like “Wow, does this person ever sleep?” Your in-laws may see you as someone charming, playful or good fun, but overall super focused and fixated on a specific thing. For some of you, you may not have the best social skills? You might say things that catch them off guard, but I don’t think they’ll think less of you for it. Your person could have a big family, so there may be many in-laws you meet. They definitely see you as committed to what you set your mind to and that when you make a decision about something, it’s not one you make lightly. You give your all to projects and people. They may see you as a visionary, someone with lots of wisdom and brilliant ideas. I think that you might even influence them, if not completely change their perspective on a matter. If there are children around you may interact with them well, almost like a mentor and I think your future in-laws will be pleased with that. You may not directly interact with them when they form their first impression of you, they may simply observe you from a distance. For others, it could be that you flit back and forth between intellectual intensity that makes you seem older than you are one minute and embodying a child-like sense of wonder and whimsiness that makes you see younger the next.

How will they receive you? Cards: Rose (love), Cannabis (detachment), Tulsi (wealth), 10 of Cups, Page of Swords, 6 of Wands

*If you’re struggling with anxiety or sleep, there’s a message here to take time and care around cultivating inner calm. Quick fixes might do more harm than good currently.

There’s not one uniform energy here, like I mentioned before, it feels like various people I’m picking up on (so forgive me if this feels slightly scattered). For some, they might seem a little bit detached or unexpressive but they like you. It could be that they quite honestly didn’t want to like you but they do, or the initial getting to know one another might be rocky before you finally get to a point where it's like "yeah, y/n is pretty great.". Regardless, you’ll feel welcomed and you’ll be received with grace. I’m also picking up on some may want to get on your good side because they see you as someone successful or capable of great success so they may try to wow you. They may want to learn from you as well. I definitely pick up on someone seeking you out in hopes that you’ll teach them about something. They may welcome you by striking up a conversation.

PILE 3

What do they think of you? Cards: Palo Santo (Guardian), Jergón Sacha (Transfiguration), Chamomile (Inner Peace) reversed Four of Wands reversed, Ace of Swords, Two of Wands

It's not quite clear who's energy is what but I did my best. I think both you and your future in-laws may kind of flip back and forth feeling the same way about each other because I did pull some cards to represent your impression of your in-laws and was getting the same vibes and their impression of you.

There are multiple scenarios here so I split it up into bullet points.

Your future in-laws might need a minute to process who you are (aesthetic/interest-wise). (I also got they may need a couple years to come to terms with you? 😭 However, editing this it could have been that it took them a while to come to terms with their child/relative's type?)

I think you take everything they expect and flip it on their head, for better or worse.

I don’t sense any malice, but I definitely think that they may feel slightly avoidant of you at first? I don’t know why but I keep envisioning when you watch those movies and there’s someone coming over and the couple is in a panic and trying to act natural… I’m not sure that makes sense, but that’s what I keep getting. It’s not like 'Oh, we don’t like this person’. It’s more of an "X is coming and I didn’t have enough time to mentally prepare’. Some people just have a big personality, and even if you do like them you just kind of need to prepare yourself for them still 😅

For some of you, it could be that they’re worried you’ll lead their child/relative down a path they don’t agree with??? There’s fear here and the words aren’t coming out right because your in-laws like I said may not be able to immediately process you. I just get this weary sense, and that they know well enough there is no need to be weary of you.

Another possibility that comes to me is your person/future spouse may have also been one of those kids that leave their parents stressed 24/7 (like my sister), so your future in-laws try to run every scenario through their head trying to prepare themselves for what their child's partner could be like. They could also be relieved that you’re nothing like what they expected.

It could also be that they could feel like you’re the one who's guarded and has a wall up, or you’re anxious about meeting them and they pick up on that?

How will they receive you? Cards: Ashwagandha (purpose), Ginseng (magician), Sage (blessing), Mandrake (sensuality) The Magician, The Hierophant, Queen of Swords

While I was pulling the cards, “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” from Mulan suddenly started ‘playing’ in my head. Your future in-laws may kind of see you as their pet project of sorts. Not like you need fixing in any way, you might just seem like a good candidate for something one or both of your in-laws have in mind. Good or bad thing that’s on a case-by-case basis. You’ve got the hierophant and magician and for whatever reason, the imagery especially kind of put that in my head. They may have certain rules or values that they will communicate are important to them. Those two cards, as well as the queen of swords, are all holding an item and I heard a 'talking stick'?? Maybe it means something to someone or maybe I just need to rest lol. I think your in-laws will do their best to form a relationship with you. One thing that definitely feels evident is that they will know you’re their child/relative's person. Their initial feelings from their impression of you may completely switch when it comes to interacting with you. They’ll put a genuine effort into getting to know you, and not just a courtesy get-to-know-you type of interaction. They genuinely want to connect with you and understand you. They’ll try to release any preconceived notions towards you and they may even verbalise this as well.

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╰┈➤ enhypen as greek gods °˖➴࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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• heeseung - apollo ּ ֶָ֢.๑ˎˊ˗

⋮ heeseung embodies a radiant muse of melody and light, his voice a golden thread weaving through the tapestry of sound. with every note, he commands the sun to rise, his presence an eternal harmony of grace and power. he’s a god of artistry, who dances on the strings of creativity, his melodic laughter echoing the warmth of dawn. in heeseung’s eyes, the fire of inspiration burns, and in his hands, the lyre of perfection rests.

• jay - hermes ༄.°

⋮ jay, like hermes, is a swift-footed enchanter, weaving charm and wit into every step he takes. the words he speaks are winged, carrying laughter and warmth like a gentle summer breeze, while the presence he carries is magnetic, drawing souls with effortless ease. a master of many realms, truly - he moves through the world with a clever spark, a messenger of glee, leaving trails of light wherever he goes.

• jake - eros ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

⋮ the man is a bearer of tender pink-colored flames, his smile a spark that ignites the hearts of many with effortless charm. his voice resembles a soft, yet stirring melody, that carries the warmth of affection, wrapping listeners in a cocoon of comfort. with each glance, he weaves invisible threads of connection through souls, his presence a gentle reminder of love’s innocent, sugary pull. jake is playful yet profound, embodying the duality of the greek deity - both the flutter of a first crush and the depth of enduring devotion.

• sunghoon - artemis જ⁀➴

⋮ sunghoon glides through the world with a quiet moonlit grace, just like artemis, his movements as precise and fluid as an arrow in flight. his poise, born from years on ice, mirrors the goddess’ untouchable, infinite elegance, resembling a blend of strength and serenity. with a gaze as sharp as the huntress’ aim and a presence as calming as the night sky, he commands attention to himself without uttering a single word. his being is a blend between mystery and radiance, forever tied to the waltz of the moon and the wilderness.

• sunoo - dionysus ❦

⋮ he is a complete burst of joy, his laughter a flowing melody that dances through the air like the clink of dionysus’ wine glasses. his smile - one that blooms like the first light of dawn, brings warmth to every moment in the nychthemeron. sunoo’s energy is intoxicating, a whirlwind of teasing and charm, yet beneath it lies a depth of emotion that connects souls. he is a bringer of celebration, a weaver of bonds, who turns every space into a garden of delight and pleasure.

• jungwon - athena 🀢𓍼ོ

⋮ jungwon, like athena, holds the quiet strength of a leader, his wisdom shining through every decision and gesture. carrying a mind as sharp as her spear and a heart as steady as her shield, he guides with calm precision, which is a beacon of clarity in the surrounding chaos. the presence of his takes both a commanding and nurturing role, a carefully curated balance of intellect and care, much like the goddess who champions those very qualities. he embodies thoughtfulness and resilience, protecting those he holds dear by any means.

• ni-ki - hades ♱

⋮ ni-ki dances with moves of quiet intensity, his presence resembling a shadow of utter power and mystery. on stage he gracefully commands the underworld of performance with movements sharp and deliberate, drawing eyes like a magnet to his realm. beneath the man’s cool exterior lies a deep void of passion and resilience, truly a king of his craft who rules with unwavering dedication. his presence is darkly captivating, fiercely talented, and a force that cannot possibly be ignored.