#and while Pearl is feeding the ducks

[riverseinery]

I think they would be friends <3

[dollyswishingwell]

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ I’ll think for you

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ yandere, manipulation, dependency, power imbalance, forced domesticity, isolation, a tiny bit infantilisation, this is me getting yall slowly used to dark content

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ They shaped you to be exactly how they want

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You used to be so independent. So opinionated, so decisive. A skilled hunter of the Deep Space Hunter Association, Graduated top of the academy. And now?

You’re a delicate little thing wrapped in lace and pearls, sitting in Rafayel’s lap at a velvet booth in the most exclusive restaurant in the city. His hand strokes slow circles on your bare thigh, keeping you calm as your wide, pretty eyes flit nervously over the menu.

Not because you can’t read it. But because, “Raffy,” you whisper softly, pressing your cheek to his shoulder, “…I can’t pick..”

He beams. Oh, you sweet, helpless thing. “Mm, my baby wants the saffron lobster risotto,” he murmurs against your temple, curling a lock of your hair around his finger. “You always get pouty when the rice is undercooked anywhere else, remember?” He tucks the menu away without you even touching it. “And we’ll share the strawberry mille-feuille after. No cherries. I’ll kill them if they bring cherries again.”

You nod obediently, letting him order for you, your fingers fidgeting with his sleeve like a lost child. You don’t even notice the way the waiter looks at you with pity. Or is it fear?

Rafayel doesn’t mind. He lives for this. For your dependency. For the way you look to him like he’s your entire world, because he is.

You don’t shop anymore unless he’s there to tell you what’s pretty.

You don’t eat unless he feeds you the first bite.

You won’t even open the curtains without asking him if it’s okay today.

And when you’re home, swaddled in your frilly little outfits, toddling after him barefoot in your designer slippers, asking “Raffy, can I put ribbons in my hair today or are we staying in?”, he nearly collapses from how cute you are.

You can’t function without him anymore. And he made sure of that. Sure, It took a while to get you to this state but he managed.

Rafayel hums softly as he spoons the first bite into your mouth. “That’s it, sweet girl. Good, isn’t it?” His smile deepens when you nod happily, your lips still parted a little for another bite. “See? You don’t need to worry about anything. Just let Raffy take care of it all.”

His voice is so soft, so gentle. But beneath it is that familiar edge of obsession.

If you ever did try to choose something without him now,

If you ever said, “I think I want—” instead of “Raf, What should i—?”

he’d smile at you just the same.

But the look in his eyes would turn terrifyingly cold.

Because you’re his. Utterly, helplessly his.

And he won’t let you survive without him.

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

Your life is so easy now. No stress, no pressure. Just floating through luxury in silk nightgowns and diamonds, curled up in Zayne’s lap in the garden pavilion or lounging in the marble tub he has drawn for you daily at 7pm sharp. He handles everything. He decides everything.

You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about anything anymore.

And he made sure of that.

⸻

You’re out for dinner with him, very rarely, only when he says it’s safe enough, and you’re clinging to his arm, face half-hidden in his shoulder as the waiter approaches.

“Have you two decided?”

You blink at the menu like it’s written in another language. You didn’t even read it. You looked at Zayne the moment you sat down, your hand resting lightly on his thigh under the table, eyes wide and waiting.

He glances down at you briefly, one of his hands sliding protectively behind your back. “She’ll have the roast duck. Glazed, no herbs on the skin. And the red wine reduction on the side, she doesn’t like it poured over.”

He doesn’t ask you. He knows.

You give a little hum and lean into him, relaxing instantly. “Thank you, Zaynie…” you whisper against his collarbone.

The waiter leaves. Zayne stays silent for a moment, sipping his drink, then gently shifts your chair a little closer to his. Always keeping you within arm’s reach. Always watching you.

“You didn’t even glance at the menu,” he murmurs, tone unreadable.

You blink up at him like a kitten caught doing something wrong, but you can’t tell if he’s displeased.

Zayne watches the way you shrink slightly, how your lips pout just faintly. His hand reaches under the table and settles possessively on your thigh.

“…Good,” he says after a long pause, his voice soft and deep. “You shouldn’t be thinking about things like that anymore.” He brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, lips ghosting across your cheek. “You’re not built for decision-making. Let me handle it.”

And you do. Always.

You wake up when he tells you.

You eat what he places on your plate.

You wear what he’s laid out on the bed each morning, with the jewelry box open for you like a princess.

When you feel anxious, you bury your face in his chest and ask softly, “Zay, what should I do…?” — and he holds you like you’re breakable, whispering, “Just follow me. That’s all you ever have to do.”

He’s spent years making sure you rely on him so fully you wouldn’t last a day without him. And the way you smile when he decides everything for you? Like being cared for is the only thing you’ve ever known?

Zayne would never admit it aloud, but he lives for that look.

You’re not just his housewife. You’re his porcelain doll, the soft and helpless girl he locked away from the world just to protect and control.

And he loves you like that.

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

It’s subtle, with Xavier.

So soft you don’t even realize how deeply you’ve sunk into him, how utterly dependent you’ve become.

You don’t remember when it started. When your “What do you think, baby?” turned into “I don’t know unless you tell me.” When your curiosity, your opinions, your sense of direction, all slowly dissolved into him.

Now, you’re just his. A sweet, soft-spoken housewife who waits by the window for him, dressed in his favorite pale colors, your hair styled just the way he likes, your entire world revolving around when he comes home.

You don’t even know what you like anymore unless Xavier whispers it in your ear.

⸻

You’re out with him, rare, but he allows it. Only in quiet, secure places. Tonight, you’re seated across from him in a secluded booth at a lantern-lit garden café in the upper rings of Skyhaven.

There’s a pretty dessert menu in front of you. You tilt your head at it like it’s written in another language.

“Xavi,” you murmur softly, tugging at his sleeve with both hands, “…what do i want?”

He smiles at that. Not in mockery. Not in amusement. In devotion.

“You want something warm,” he murmurs gently, sliding the menu away and taking your hand, long fingers threading through yours. “Something gentle. Not too sweet.”

He strokes his thumb along your wrist as he places the order. You lean forward, pressing your cheek against his hand as if to say thank you for thinking for me, again.

You always look to him before making any move. You won’t even stand up without asking, “should I follow now?”

He picks your dresses.

He braids your hair in the morning.

He brushes your teeth for you when you’re sleepy.

And when you’re nervous about anything, even something as small as picking the scent of the room diffuser, your first instinct is to turn to him and whisper, “What would make you happy…?”

And he always gives you an answer. Always, so quietly. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world to guide you.

Because you’re his pretty housewife. His soft little wife who doesn’t need to think. He’s the one who bears the burden of decision. You just have to smile, stay close, and let yourself be loved.

“You’re happiest when you let me think for you,” he whispers against your temple one evening, as he tucks you into the massive bed in your penthouse. “Don’t worry, sweetheart… I’ll never let the world confuse you again.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

You don’t make decisions.

You don’t even pretend to anymore.

You flinch when someone asks you, “Paper or digital receipt?”

You hesitate in boutiques, waiting for Sylus to tilt his head before stepping toward the display.

Even at home, you sit quietly beside him, legs tucked under you, waiting for him to decide what you’ll eat, wear, watch, or do.

Not because he forbade you.

But because he’s so perfectly, ruthlessly conditioned you not to.

⸻

Tonight, you’re seated beside him at a private luxury tasting hosted by an ally syndicate. Glittering cityscape behind you, violins playing faintly. You look divine in the dress he chose. The one with the daring back and delicate sleeves that makes you look more like a prize than a wife.

A waiter steps forward. “And for the lady?”

You blink, clearly startled. You hadn’t been paying attention, just tracing lazy shapes on Sylus’ thigh, face resting against his shoulder.

Sylus doesn’t even let you speak.

He lifts his wine glass without looking at the man. “She’ll have the truffle risotto. No onions. She won’t touch it if she smells even one.”

The waiter hesitates, eyes flicking between the two of you. Sylus gives him a single glance, cold, razor-sharp. That’s all it takes. The man practically bows and disappears.

You blink up at Sylus. “I didn’t even realize I don’t like onions…”

He smiles, so smug, so fond, so terrifyingly pleased. “You don’t. You used to pretend you did. For appearances.”

You didn’t even remember that.

But Sylus did. He remembers everything. He’s constructed your new life down to the minute. You don’t have to know anything. He’s already decided what you should.

And it’s so easy to let go.

⸻

You once stood against him as a force. A powerful figure with opinions, ambitions, sharp edges. Took him a while to break you down but now you’re a perfect little thing in designer heels and soft perfume, standing half a step behind him and gripping his sleeve like a doll.

And he loves it.

“You used to challenge me,” he’ll murmur while brushing your hair, voice velvet-slick. “Now you ask me which hand to wear your rings on. How far we’ve come, my little bride.”

You’d never survive without him. Not because you couldn’t try.

But because he made sure you wouldn’t want to.

Why would you?

When Sylus gives you everything you could ever want, except freedom?

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

You’ve been his since you were four years old.

Even then, Caleb was the one who brushed your hair, tied your shoes, and chose which dress you wore on school days. Even when he was just six, he took responsibility for you in a way that was unnatural. Fierce. Obsessive.

So now, as his wife, you don’t lift a finger without him.

You don’t have to.

Because Caleb has spent every waking moment of his life making sure you wouldn’t know how.

⸻

You’re seated beside him in the Skyhaven Officer’s Club, plush and extravagant, your legs swinging beneath the table, perfectly dressed in the soft pearl chiffon gown he picked out for you. His gloved hand rests on your lower back, keeping you steady and close.

The menu sits untouched in front of you.

“Baby,” he says lowly, voice calm, “read it.”

You blink at him, lashes fluttering. “I don’t know what I want,” you murmur shyly, fingers twisting in your lap.

“No.” His purple eyes cut to you sharply. “You don’t make decisions. I do.” He places a single gloved hand over the menu, slowly sliding it toward himself. “But I want to see if you even remember how.”

You go quiet. Embarrassed. Eyes wide, lips slightly parted.

He stares at you for a moment longer before softening, sighing under his breath. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, low and satisfied.

He orders for you. Cuts your food into bites for you. Swaps your glass of water when he sees the condensation has made it too cold. When the waiter brings a side dish that has even a hint of spice, he narrows his eyes and says, “My wife doesn’t eat that. Fix it.”

And you, so sweet, so dependent, you look up at him after every bite like you want praise for just chewing. It makes his chest tighten. He lives for this.

You ask him what to wear.

You ask if it’s okay to sit on the balcony.

You even ask if you’re allowed to use the pink lipstick he bought you.

He trains you into this kind of helplessness. Not through cruelty, but through constant, overwhelming control. Quiet discipline. Every time you make a decision on your own? He gently corrects you.

“Pips, that’s not your job,” he’ll say, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Your only responsibility is to look pretty and wait for me.”

And you do. You really do.

He’s raised you into this. His good girl. His housewife. His soft little thing that wouldn’t know how to breathe without him reminding you.

And that’s exactly how he wants it.

[notablenotions]

Masks of Nobility – Chapter 38: The Gatehouse of Madness

Henry’s POV

The gates wouldn’t open.

Henry had expected grandeur—Radzig’s Prague estate was, after all, the domain of a royal advisor, a war hero, a man of stern command and colder affections. But they’d been standing outside the carved oak entrance for fifteen goddamn minutes while a falcon stared down at them from the parapet like it was personally offended by their presence.

Hans had taken to pacing, muttering threats at the hinges. Henry stood very still, his arms crossed and mouth set in a grim line.

Because this wasn’t just about a gate.

It was about him.

His father. Behind those walls.

And her—the creature Jitka loved more than her husband, more than Henry, more than reason. They’d come for Peaches.

God help them.

Hans banged on the gate again. “It’s not locked,” he hissed. “It’s just judging us.”

Then—above them, atop the battlements—Radzig appeared.

“I KNOW WHY YOU’RE HERE!” he bellowed like Moses descending the mountain.

Henry jerked. Hans yelped. Somewhere, a pigeon dropped dead from sheer existential dread.

Radzig leaned over the wall like a deranged prophet, hair unbrushed, belt half-laced, and in his arms—clutched with reverence usually reserved for royal infants—was the ugliest dog Henry had ever seen.

He didn’t mean that lightly.

It looked like someone had tried to sculpt a dog from wax and then left it too close to a fire. Its eyes faced opposite directions, its teeth jutted up like cursed stalactites, and its body was somehow both squat and proud—like a gremlin who’d won a joust.

And it was dressed.

In a crimson velvet gown, trimmed with lace, adorned with pearls, and—God above—a tiny ceremonial dagger tied to its waist.

Radzig was wearing a matching outfit.

He clutched the dog to his chest and screamed: “She’s not taking my princess!”

Hans choked. “Radzig?”

Radzig’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Hannush has already taken my duckling! He took my duckling to that wretched town and made her marry a man with poetry in his trousers and wine in his soul!” He pointed a trembling, furious hand at Hans. “You sweated on her embroidery!”

And with that, he disappeared.

Just ducked out of sight like a mad warlock, gown and all.

Silence.

Henry blinked. “Was that... was that the dog?”

Hans, wide-eyed, nodded. “And Radzig was wearing matching formalwear with it.”

Henry exhaled. “Apparently.”

Mutt sat politely at his feet, tilting his head like he was trying to understand where the threat was.

“If I ever do that to Mutt,” Henry said flatly, “you are legally obligated to kill me.”

Hans was laughing now—hunched over, gasping, weeping. “Holy saints. Henry. That dog. That’s not a dog. That’s a revenant in a corset!”

Henry hadn’t moved. “That’s my father.”

Before Hans could recover, there was a crash in the hedges to their left.

They turned just as a red-haired man in his forties staggered out of the greenery like a peacock fleeing a duel. He was beautiful in a ruinous, expensive way—jam on his collar, wine in his cup, one stocking missing. His shirt was open to the navel. His expression was one of pleased confusion.

He squinted at them like he was trying to remember if they owed him money.

“Capon?” the man called. “Capon the Limp Prizzle? In person?”

Hans made a sound like a dying flute. “Oh, God.”

The man sauntered forward, sipping from his goblet and popping a grape into his mouth. “What the hell are you doing down here? Don’t tell me she’s sent you for the dog.”

Henry narrowed his eyes. There was something about this man—his ease, his slur of power, his utter lack of shame.

Hans snapped, “Yes. We’re here for the dog.”

The man winced theatrically. “Gods preserve us. I’ve been trying to get Ziggy to hand it over for weeks. But he’s gone full Papa. Keeps calling it his ‘replacement daughter.’ Threw me out when I caught him singing lullabies to it. Full swaddling. He had it in a bassinet, Capon. With a canopy.”

He drank. “Do you know he feeds her roast duck, venison, and imported figs? That he has a menu planner for her? A groomer? A lady’s maid?”

Hans was crying again. “The bonnet, Henry. Did you see the bonnet?”

The man continued. “He made the guards sit through a fashion show. Six outfits. One of them had sequins. The dog curtsied. Then Radzig asked them all for their opinions and made them vote.”

Henry just shook his head. “I want to die.”

“And I,” the man said, pressing a hand to his chest, “have trauma. Do you know what it was like the last time Ziggy got like this? When he made Jitka learn the harp? And held recitals? That girl played like a torture device. The steward walked into the moat voluntarily.”

Hans turned to Henry, barely upright. “She’s not... gifted.”

“She’s cursed,” the red-haired man agreed. “It sounded like someone strangling a goose while screaming poetry.”

Then he turned to Henry, peering close with a theatrical squint. “Hmm. That scowl. Those cheekbones. That air of brooding tragedy and manly tolerance. You must be Henry.”

Henry blinked. “Yes?”

The man thrust out a sticky hand. “Pleasure. I’m Václav.”

A pause.

“Just Václav,” he added, with the confidence of a man who’d never been punished for anything in his life.

Hans straightened. “Wait. Václav?”

Václav ignored him. “Friend of Ziggy’s. Been trying to drag him back to court, but he won’t leave the creature. Says she gets separation anxiety. I say he does. If she so much as sneezes, he cancels meetings. If she yawns, he summons the royal physician.”

He turned, gesturing to the shut gates. “So. You want the dog. I want the hetman back. He’s supposed to be running Bohemia, not shopping for miniature court slippers. So let’s help each other.”

Hans squinted. “You... want Peaches gone?”

“Oh yes. Between us—the Cardinal and Archbishop tried to exorcise her. The cathedral ceiling caved in. One priest ran into the woods and now thinks he’s a goat.”

Henry, still reeling, finally said, “You’re important, aren’t you?”

Václav grinned like a man who’d never had to answer that question honestly. “Let’s just say the kingdom functions better when Ziggy’s doing his job. And he doesn’t do his job when he’s selecting crystal chalices for a dog that bites foreign envoys.”

Hans flailed. “She bites diplomats?!”

“Only if they insult her outfit.”

Henry muttered, “My father is dressing up a goblin and ruining foreign relations.”

Václav sipped from his goblet, utterly unbothered. “Welcome to Prague.”

[stalkerofthegods]

Poseidon's Deep dive 

Poseidon is a great god, I learned many things while researching him, things I would've never guessed! He only came by once because of the obvious mentions and mentions of his ephipets and he was very respectful! He is amazing, so please don't judge him so fast off of myths, myths are just old ‘fan fiction’, here you go Poseidon devotees

Herbs • Celeary, wild celery, pine trees, mint, moss, 

Animals• Bulls, horses, pegasus, dolphins, tuna, boars, rams, hippocampus, lambs, minotaur, seagulls,

Zodiac • Virgo and Libra (zodiacs of August)

Colors • sea colors, black, deep blue, any type of blues, gold. 

Crystal• aquamarine, abalone, ocean jasper, coral, pearls, sea pearls, black pearls, pink pearls, larimar, ammorine, any crystals associated with the sea, or looks like the ocean or what reminds you of him.

Symbols• tridents, boulders, headbands, wreaths of celery leaves, billowing cloak

Diety of•  Mediterranean sea, the sea, earthquakes, storms, water, horses, Atlantis (the city under the sea he drowned because they angered him), floods, tsunamis, pegasus, and protection of palaces (At Pylos and some other cities, he was a god of the underworld and his cult related to the protection of the palace.), springs, the foundation of buildings, vegetation, inland water, healing (at the city tinos he was worshiped as a healing god), sailor, drowning and shipwrecks, epilepsy

Patron of• sea, earthquakes, storms, water, horses, Atlantis (the city under the sea he drowned because they angered him), floods, tsunamis, pegasus, and protection of palaces (At Pylos and some other cities, he was a god of the underworld and his cult related to the protection of the palace.), springs, the foundation of buildings, vegetation, inland water, healing (at the city tinos he was worshiped as a healing god), sailor, drowning and shipwrecks, epilepsy

Offerings• Bull meat, imagery of bulls, bull horns, perhaps horse feed (he is the god of horses), a rock (in some myths he made a horse out of a rock), fish, meat, wine, tuna, fishnets, boar meat, ram meat, seaweed, celery, a plant, celery, food shaped of horses (ex- animal crackers, cookies, cakes), coffee, duck-shaped things and imagery of ducks (not dicks), juice, barley, mint chocolate, salt, ocean water, Honey, sea glass, fish stew, clam chowder, conch shells, cloaks, seashells, starfish, toys/art of dolphins and fish, shark teeth, sand, ship in a bottle, gold and silver objects, sticks and rocks from water and the beach, seagull feathers 

Devotional• Work on a farm to take care of horses (ex-cleaning their stalls, brushing them, and changing their feed) in his honor, go fishing, take care of pet fish, tame horses, go riding horses in his honor, go walk along the sea, go horseback riding across the beach, pick up trash on the beach, donate to ocean conversation in his honor, coral reef conservation his name, donate top local disastor programs in his name, clean up, lakes, rivers, riverbanks, sing in the shower in his honor, watch ocean videos and listen to wave sounds, visit aquariums, ask him to help bath and weather spells learn marine biology, work with mermaids and siren and the fae in his honor, learn about local coral life, learn pollution in water, do map- making for ur area or fantasy lands, take life gaurd lessons, Sailing knots, learn about Sailor sayings, learn about Boats/sailing, learn His genealogy/Myths, learn Water magick, learn about Seagulls, Dip your feet in the water if you can’t fully emerge yourself, Go surfing/parasailing/jetskiing, go boat rinding, Go canoeing/kayaking, Splash in puddles, drink water, learn how to scry with water, keep your of your pets weater bowl clea, encourge others to drink water, Learn proper storm precautions, Learn what causes them, Pray to Him for safety for yourself/others, Participate in storm relief clean-up, learn CPR, make sand castles, make paper boat, recycle, dedicate your water bottle.

Ephithets• Ælikóhnios/Heliconius/Ἑλικώνιος/ΕΛΙΚΩΝΙΟΣ, 

Æmbýlios/Empylios/Ἐμπύλιος/ΕΜΠΥΛΙΟ - at the gate, Ænnosíyaios/Ennosigaeus/Ἐννοσίγαιος/ΕΝΝΟΣΙΓΑΙΟΣ - Earth-shaker, 

Æpakmónios/Epakmonius/Ἐπακμόνιος/ΕΠΑΚΜΟΝΙΟΣ - an epithet of Poseidóhn in Viohtía, Æpóptis/epoptes/ἐπό��της/ΕΠΟΠΤΗΣ - overseer/watcher, Aglaotríaina/Ἀγλαοτρίαινα/ΑΓΛΑΟΤΡΙΑΙΝΑ - he of the bright trident, Alídoupos/ἁλίδουπος/ΑΛΙΔΟΥΠΟΣ - sea-resounding, Ánax/Ἄναξ/ΑΝΑΞ - Ánax is king, Baructupos - See Varýktypos, Eftríaina/Eutriaina/Εὐτρίαινα/ΕΥΤΡΙΑΙΝΑ - of goodly trident, Empylios - See Æmbýlios, Ennosigaeus - See Ænnosíyaios, Epakmonius - See Æpakmónios, Epoptes - See Æpóptis, Gaieochus - See Yaiíokhos, 

Heliconius - See Ælikóhnios, Íppios/ ἵππιος/ÍΠΠΙΟΣ - a horseman/protector/horses, Kharitóhpis/charitopes/χαριτώπης/ΧΑΡΙΤΩΠΗΣ - graceful of aspect, Kronios - the name used by the Latin poets, Kyanokhaitis/kyanochaites/κυανοχαίτης/ΚΥΑΝΟΧΑΙΤΗΣ - dark or blue-haired like the sea, Kymothalís/cymothales/κυμοθαλής - abounding with waves, Neptune - Neptune is the Roman name for Poseidon, Nethuns - Nethuns is the Etruscan name for Poseidon, Nymphayǽtis/Νυμϕᾱγέτης/ΝΥΜΦΑΓΕΤΗΣ -leader of the Nymphs, Orsotríaina/Ὀρσοτρίαινα/ΟΡΣΟΤΡΙΑΙΝΑ - the wielder of the Trident, Poseidóhn/Poseidon/Ποσειδῶν/ΠΟΣΕΙΔΩΝ - "I bind the feet.", Pontomǽdohn/pontomedon/ποντομέδων/ΠΟΝΤΟΜΕΔΩΝ.- lord of the sea, Sæmnós/semne/σεμνός/ΣΕΜΝΟΣ/σεμνός - revered/august/holy, Seisichthon - See Seisíkhthohn, Seisíkhthohn/seisichthon/σεισίχθων, ΣΕΙΣΙΧΘΩΝ - earth-shaker, Semnos - See Sæmnós, Tæmænítis/Temenites/Τεμενίτης/ΤΕΜΕΝΙΤΗΣ - I have no explanation of where it is derived from or meaning so bear with me, Temenites - See Tæmænítis, Yaiíokhos/Gaieochus/γαιήοχος/ΓΑΙΗΟΧΟΣ - he who holds the earth, γαιήοχος/γαιηοῦχος - earth-moving/earth-carrying, Varýktypos/baructupos/βαρύκτυπος/ΒΑΡΥΚΤΥΠΟΣ - loud-thundering.

Equivalents (alike but not the same) • Neptune (roman), Sobek (egyptation)

Signs they are reaching out• seeing his symbols, having a sudden interest in him, seeing his animals, having a pull towards the water and the ocean, being interested in his children, mermaids, and sirens

Vows/omans• marriage vows, to rule his kingdom under the sea.

Number• 8

Morals• lawfully neutral

Courting• Amphitrite

Past lovers/crushes• AMPHITRITE, APHRODITE, ASTERIA, DEMETER, 

HESTIA (was wooed by Poseidon and Apollon. But she, declaring her desire to remain a virgin, retired to the palace of Zeus and kept her maidenhood.), THETIS, ALKYONE/Alcyone, ANIPPE, ARETHOUSA/ Arethusa, ASKRE/Ascra, BEROE, EIDOTHEA, EURYTE, HALIA, KELAINO/Celaeno, KELOUSA/Celusa, KHIONE/Chione,

KLEODORA/Cleodora, KORKYRA/Corcyra, Medusa, MELANTHEIA, MELIE, MIDEIA, NYMPHE KHIAS, NYMPHE TARENTINE, PEIRENE, PERO, PITANE, THOOS, NERITES (a male lover)

Personality• He is pretty nice if he likes you, devotes can say he's serious and stoic or that he's nice and just cares if you're okay, I think he can be really sweet, but I've never met him or seen him talking myths or my friends/people in the community talk about how he is, I like him tho! you have to remember he isn't his myth. I would personally read his myths, there was so much that i learned that i wouldve neevr guessed of him.

Home• Under the sea in a mansion

Fact• He had feats in his honor that women were not allowed to attend, he raped Medusa and Demeter in some myths or he 'seduced' them, he's the second youngest and second oldest of the Olympians,  As Poseidon grew, he fell in love with Halia (the beautiful sister of the Telchines), and fathered six sons and one daughter, Rhodos, Aphrodite attempted to make a stop at Rhodes on her way to Cyprus. Poseidon and Halia's sons denied her hospitality, so Aphrodite cursed them to fall in love and rape Halia. After they had done so, Poseidon made them sink below the sea

Curses• tsunamis, droughts, sending sea monsters, drowning cities, earthquakes, your home falling apart, drowning, seizures due to epilepsy, your daughter falling in love with a bull. 

Blessings• During an earthquake your home stays intact and okay, 

Roots• It is said that he was from the Greeks from the start but he could have originated from the Pelasgians or the Minyans.

Parentage• Kronos and Rhea 

Siblings• Zeus, hades, Hestia, Demeter, hera

Pet• his hippocampus pulling his chariot.

Children • AIOLOS/Aeolus - The god of the winds, he was a son of Poseidon and Arne. ASOPOS/Asopus - The god of the river Asopos of Argos, he was a son of Poseidon and the Nymphe Pero or Kelousa (but most accounts say he was born to Okeanos and Tethys like the rest of the river-gods). ATHENE/Athena The goddess of warcraft was, according to some, the daughter of Poseidon and Tritonis (contrary to the usual account in which she springs fully-grown from the head of Zeus, This is a myth from Libyan Mythology whose native gods were identified with their closest Greek counterparts--Athena and Poseidon.). DAIMONES PROSEOOUS Six spirits haunted the sea caverns of the island of Rhodes (Greek Aegean), They were sons of Poseidon and the sea-goddess Halia.

DESPOINE/Despoena- The goddess of certain Arkadian Mysteries She was a daughter of Poseidon and Demeter. PROTEUS An elderly sea-god who was the son and seal-herder of Poseidon. TELKHINES/Telchines - Sea-daimones and powerful but malignant sorcerors of the Aegean Islands who were buried beneath the sea by Zeus. According to some accounts, they were sons of Poseidon and Thallatta (though these accounts seem to identify or confuse them with the Rhodian Daimones Proseoous above). TRITON A fish-tailed sea god He was a son of Poseidon and Amphitrite. AITHOUSA/Aethusa - nymphor princess of Boiotia (central Greece), She was a daughter of Poseidon by the Pleaid Alkyone. BENTHESIKYME/Benthesicyme - sea-nymph queen of Aithopia/Ethiopia - She was a daughter of Poseidon and Amphitrite, HEROPHILE a nymph daughter of Poseidon and Aphrodite, 

KYMOPOLEIA/Cymopoleia - A sea-nymph or giantess daughter of Poseidon. OUREA/Urea - A nymph of the Troad (Asia Minor), She was a daughter of Poseidon loved by Apollon, RHODE/RHODOS The goddess-nymph of the Island of Rhodes (Greek Aegean), She was the wife of the god Helios and a daughter of Poseidon by one of three goddesses--Amphitrite, Aphrodite or Halia. ALOADAI/Aloadae - Two giants from Alos in Phthiotis (northern Greece) named Otos and Ephialtes attempted to storm Heaven, They were sons of Poseidon and Iphimedeia, ANTAIOS/Antaeus - A king of Libya (North Africa) who slew travelers to his country to roof the temple of Poseidon with their skulls...He was the son of Poseidon and Gaia the Earth, EPHIALTES A giant of Alos in Malis (northern Greece) who, with his brother Otos, attempted to storm Heaven.. He was a son of Poseidon and Iphimedeia, KHARYBDIS/Charybdis - An immortal giantess who was chained beneath the Straits of Messina where her inhalations formed a massive whirlpool. Kharybdis was the daughter of Poseidon and Gaia, KHRYSAOR/Chrysaor - A giant king of the island of Erytheia (in the Atlantic Ocean) and/or Iberia (Spain). He was a son of Poseidon and Medousa. LAISTRYGON/Laestrygon - The eponymous first king of the Laistrygones, a tribe of man-eating Giants. He was a son of Poseidon,

ORION A sea-walking giant of Hyria in Boiotia (central Greece), born of Poseidon and Euryale, or the earth, fertilised by an ox-hide soaked with the urine of the three gods Poseidon, Zeus, and Hermes.

OTOS/Otus - A giant of Alos in Malis (northern Greece) who, with his brother Ephialtes, attempted to storm Heaven. He was a son of Poseidon and Iphimedeia, POLYPHEMOS/Polyphemus - A kyklops (cyclops) giant of Sikelia (Sicily) (southern Italy). He was a son of Poseidon and the sea nymph Thoosa, AREION/Arion - An immortal horse owned by the heroes Herakles and Adrastos, He was the son of Poseidon and Demeter, born following their mating in the shape of horses, KHRYSOMALLOS/Chrysomallus) A golden-fleeced, flying ram who spoke with a human tongue. He was a son of Poseidon and Theophane, 

PEGASOS/Pegasus - An Immortal, winged horse owned by the hero Bellerophon. He was a son of Poseidon and Medousa, sprung from his mother's severed neck, ABAS A king of the island of Euboia (central Greece) and Eponym of the Abantes tribe who joined the expedition of the Argonauts, He was a son of Poseidon and the Nereis Arethousa.

AGELOS/Agelus - A king of the Island of Khios (Greek Aegean). He was the son of Poseidon and a Khian Nymphe, AGENOR A king of Phoinikia/Phoenicia (West Asia). He was a son of Poseidon and Libya.

AIOLOS/HELLEN/Aeolus A prince of the island of Ikaria (Greek Aegean). He was a son of Poseidon and Arne but was raised by the Ikarian king Metapontos and his wife Theano, AKHAIOS/Achaeus A king of Akhaia and Sikyonia (southern Greece) and eponym of the Akhaian tribes. According to some, he was a son of Poseidon and Larissa (though others call him a son of Xuthos), ALMOPOS/Almopus - The eponymous king of Almopia in Thrake (north of Greece). He was a child of Poseidon and Helle, 

ALOEUS A lord of the town of Alos in Phthiotis (northern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Kanake, ALTHEPOS/Althepus A king of Troizenos in the Argolis (southern Greece). He was a son of Poseidon and Leis.

AMPHERES A king of one of the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical island in the Atlantic Ocean, He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite.

AMPHIMAROS/Amphimarus A lord of Mount Helikon in Boiotia (central Greece) or Khalkis in Euboia (Central Greece),+ He was a son of Poseidon. AMYKOS/Amycus A brutal king of the Bebrykes tribe of Bithynia (Asia Minor). He was a son of Poseidon and the Nymphe Melia.

ANKAIOS/Ancaeus A king of the island of Samos (Greek Aegean) and pilot of the celebrated ship Argo, He was a son of Poseidon and Astypalaia (or, according to one author, of Poseidon and Althaia).

ANTHAS The eponymous founding lord of the town of Anthedon in Boiotia (central Greece) and/or king of Troizenos in the Argolis (southern Greece) and founder of the town of Antheia, He later also founded the city of Halikarnassos (Asia Minor). Anthas was a son of Poseidon and the Pleaid Alkyone. ASPLEDON The eponymous founding lord of the town of Aspledon near Orkhomenos (central Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and the Nymphe Mideia. ATLAS A king and overlord of the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical continent of the Atlantic Ocean, He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite. AUGEIAS/Augeas A king of Elis (southern Greece) who was, according to some, a son of Poseidon (but other accounts make him a son of Helios, Phorbas, or Poseidon's son Eleios).

AUTOKHTHON/Autochthon A king of one the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical continent in the Atlantic Ocean, He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite. AZAES A king of one the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical continent in the Atlantic Ocean, He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite.

BELLEROPHON A hero and prince of Korinthos (southern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Queen Eurynome. BELOS/Belus An early king of Egypt (North Africa), son of Poseidon and Libya. BOIOTOS/Boeotus A prince of the island of Ikaria (Greek Aegean), He was a son of Poseidon and Arne (or Antiope) but was raised by King Metapontos and his wife Theano. BOUSIRIS/Busiris A king of Egypt (North Africa) who sacrificed foreign visitors to the gods, He was a son of Poseidon and Lysianassa (or, according to some, of the Naias Anippe). BOUTES/Butes - An Athenian lord (southern Greece) who joined the expedition of the Argonauts. According to some, he was a son of Poseidon (most, however, say his father was Teleon). DELPHOS/Delphus The eponymous lord of the town of Delphoi in Phokis (central Greece), According to some, he was a son of Poseidon and Melantho (although he is usually called a son of Apollon).

DERKYNOS/Dercynus A co-king of Liguria (in southern France) with his brother Ialebion Both were sons of Poseidon. DIAPREPRES A king of one the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical continent in the Atlantic Ocean, He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite. DIKTYS/Dictys, A prince of Elis (southern Greece), son of Poseidon and Agamede. EDONOS/Edonus The eponymous king of Edonia in Thrake (north of Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Helle. EIRENE/Irene A woman from the Island of Kalaureia in the Argolis (southern Greece), She was a daughter of Poseidon and the Nymphe Melantheia. ELASIPPOS/Elasippus A king of one the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical continent in the Atlantic Ocean. He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite. ELEIOS/Eleus The eponymous king of Elis (southern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Eurykyda.

EPHOKEUS/Ephoceus, A son of Poseidon and the Pleaid Alkyone (the name is probably a corruption of Epopeus, the king of Sikyon.).

EPOPEUS A king of Sikyonia (southern Greece). He was, according to some, a son of Poseidon by either Kanake, Oinope, or Alkyone (others called him a son of Aloeus). ERGINOS/Erginus, A lord of Miletos in Karia (Asia Minor) and one of the Argonauts was a son of Poseidon.

ERYX was A king of Elymoi in Sicily (southern Italy), According to some, he was a son of Poseidon (others, however, claimed he was a son of Aphrodite and Boutes). EUADNE/Evadne, A princess of Arkadia (southern Greece), daughter of Poseidon and Pitane. EUAIMON/Euemon A king of one the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical continent in the Atlantic Ocean, He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite. EUMOLPOS/Eumolpus A king of one of the lands of Thrake (northern Greece), He was carried off at birth by Poseidon to be raised in the land of Aithiopia (in Africa) and ended his life fighting on the side of the Eleusinians in Attika (Central Greece), Eumolpos was a son of Poseidon and the Nymphe Khione. EUPHEMOS/Euphemus A lord of either Hyria in Boiotia (central Greece) or Psamathus on the Tainaron Peninsular of Lakedaimonia (southern Greece), and one of the Argonauts, He was a son of Poseidon and Europa, daughter of Tityos (or possibly Poseidon and Kelaino). EURYPYLOS/Eurypylus, A king of the island of Kos (Greek Aegean), was a son of Poseidon and Astypalaia. EURYTOS/Eurytus One of the Molionidai, siamese-twins, and princes of Olenos in Akhaia (southern Greece), They were sons of Molione and Poseidon (or her husband Aktor).

EUSIROS/Eusirus A lord of Malis (northern Greece), son of Poseidon and the Nymphe Eidothea. GADEIROS/EUMELOS/Gadeirus/Eumelus A king of one the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical continent in the Atlantic Ocean. He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite. HALLIRHOTHIOS (Hallirhothius) A lord of Athens in Attika (southern Greece). He was a son of Poseidon and the Nymphe Euryte. HIPPOTHOON/HIPPOTHOUS A lord of Eleusis in Attika (southern Greece), son of Poseidon and Alope. HOPLEUS A lord of Thessalia (northern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Kanake. HYPERES/HYPERENOR A king of Troizenos in the Argolis (southern Greece) and founder of the town of Hypereia, He was a son of Poseidon and the Pleaid Alkyone. HYRIEUS The eponymous founding lord of the town of Hyria in Boiotia (central Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and the Pleaid Alkyone. IALEBION A co-king of Liguria (western Europe) with his brother Derkynos, Both were sons of Poseidon. IDAS A prince and hero of Messenia (southern Greece) who was, according to some, a son of Poseidon and Arene (most, however, say his father was king Aphareus).

KAUKON/Caucon A prince of Olenos in Akhaia or Kaukonia in Messenia (southern Greece), a son of Poseidon and Astydameia, the daughter of Phorbas. KELAINOS/Celaenus The eponymous lord of the Phrygian city of Kelainos (Asia Minor) was a son of Poseidon and the Danais Kelaino.

KENKHRIAS/Cenchrias A lord of Korinthos (southern Greece) and Eponym of its harbour Kenkhrai, He was a son of Poseidon and the Nymphe Peirene. KERKYON/Cercyon A barbaric king of Eleusis in Attika (southern Greece) who, according to some, was a son of Poseidon and the daughter of Amphiktyon (but others claimed he was a son of Hephaistos or a mortal named Brankhos). KHIOS/Chios The eponymous first king of the island of Khios (Greek Aegean), He was a son of Poseidon and a Khian Nymphe.

KHRYSES/Chryses A king of Orkhomenos (central Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Khrysogeneia. KROMOS/Cromus The eponymous founding lord of Krommyon in Korinthos (southern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon. KTEATOS/Cteatus One of the Molionidai, siamese-twin princes of Olenos in Akhaia (Southern Greece), They were sons of Molione and Poseidon (or her husband Aktor). KYKHREUS/Cychreus A king of the island of Salamis (southern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and the Naias Salamis. KYKNOS/Cycnus A king of Kolonai in the Troad (Asia Minor) and ally of the Trojans in their war with the Greeks, He was a son of Poseidon and Kalyke whom his father made invulnerable to weapons. LAMIA A queen of Libya (North Africa), She was a daughter of Poseidon (or Belos). LEKHES/Leches A lord of Korinthos (Southern Greece) and Eponym of its harbour Lekhaion, He was a son of Poseidon and the Nymphe Peirene. LELEX The first king of Megara (southern Greece), who emigrated to Greece from Aigyptos (Egypt in North Africa), He was a son of Poseidon and Libya. LEUKON/Leucon A prince of Athamantia in Boiotia (central Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Themisto, the wife of King Athamas (though most sources say the king was his natural father). LYKOS/Lycus (1) A man who was transferred to the Islands of the Blest by Poseidon, He was a son of Poseidon and the Pleaid Kelaino (or according to others of her sister Alkyone).

LYKOS/Lycus (2) A lord of Dirphys in Euboia (central Greece) who with his brother Nykteus slew Kreon and seized the throne of Thebes in Boiotia (central Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Kelaino daughter of Ergeus. MEGAREUS A lord of Onkhestos in Boiotia (central Greece) and later king of Megara (Southern Greece), Some say he was a son of Poseidon and Oinope (though others say his father was Onkhestos, Oinope's husband). MELAS A lord of the island of Khios (Greek Aegean), He was the son of Poseidon and a Nymphe. MESSAPOS/Messapus The eponymous founding king of Messapios (southern Italy) who was an ally of Turnus in his war against Aeneas. He was a son of Poseidon.

MESTOR A king of one the ten kingdoms of Atlantis--a mythical continent in the Atlantic Ocean, He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite.

MINYAS An extremely wealthy king of Orkhomenos who, according to some, was a son of Poseidon (though others say his father was Khryses, Aiolos, or Orkhomenos). MNESEUS A king of one the ten kingdoms of Atlantis (a mythical continent in the Atlantic Ocean), He was a son of Poseidon and Kleite. MOLIONIDAI/Molionidae A pair of Siamese twins named Eurytos and Kteatos. They were princes of Olenos in Akhaia (southern Greece) and later co-rulers of the neighboring kingdom of Elis. The Molionidai were sons of Molione by either Poseidon or her husband Aktor. MYGDON A king of the Bebrykes tribe of Bithynia (Asia Minor), He was a son of Poseidon and the Nymphe Melia.

NAUPLIOS/Nauplius The eponymous founding lord of Nauplia in the Argolis (southern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Amymone.

NAUSITHOOS/Nausithous A king of the Phaiakoi (Phaeacians) of the island of Korkyra (north-western Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Periboia. NELEUS A king of Pylos (southern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Tyro. NIREUS A lord of Thessalia (northern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Kanake. NYKTEUS/Nycteus A regent of Thebes in Boiotia (central Greece) who seized lordship of the city with his brother Lykos. Nykteus was a son of Poseidon and Kelaino the daughter of Ergeus. OIOKLOS/Oeoclus A lord and co-founder of the town of Askra in Boiotia (central Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Askre.

ONKHESTOS (Onchestus) The eponymous founding lord of the town of Onkhestos in Boiotia (central Greece), He was a son of Poseidon.

PAION/Paeon The eponymous founding king of Paionia (north of Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Helle. PARNASSOS/Parnassus A lord of Phokis (central Greece), He was a son of the Nymphe Kleodora and either Poseidon or Kleopompos. PELASGOS/Pelasgus The eponymous first king of the ancient Pelasgian tribes of Arkadia (southern Greece), According to some, he was a son of Poseidon and Larissa (though others call him a son of Zeus or Earth-Born). PELIAS A king of Iolkos in Thessalia (northern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Tyro. PERATOS/Peratus A king of Sikyonia (southern Greece), son of Poseidon and Kalkhinia.

PERIKLYMENOS/Periclymenus A son of Poseidon and Astypalaia, He was probably the same as the Argonaut Periklymenos, who is usually called a son of Neleus (and so a grandson of Poseidon). (The error-prone writer Hyginus probably included him by mistake in his list of Poseidon's sons).

PERIPHETES/KORYNETES/Corynetes, A bandit of Epidauros, Argolis (southern Greece) who slew passerbys with his club, was slain by Theseus. According to some, Periphetes was a son of Poseidon (but others say Hephaistos). PHAIAX/Phaeax The eponymous first king of the Phaiakoi (Phaeacians) of the island of Korkyra (north-western Greece), son of Poseidon and the nymph Korkyra. PHINEUS A king of Salmydessos in Thrake (northern Greece), He was, according to some, a son of Poseidon (though others say his father was Agenor). PHOKOS/Phocus A lord of Tithorea in Phokis (central Greece) and an eponym of the region, He was a son of Poseidon by the wife of the Korinthian prince Ornytion (Ornytion is also sometimes called his father). PHTHIOS/Phthius The first eponymous king of Phthiotis (northern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Larissa. POLTYS A king of Ainos in Thrake (north of Greece), He was a son of Poseidon. PROKUSTES/Procrustes A bandit of Attika (southern Greece) who used to force passersby to fit exactly into his bed--by amputation or stretching. He was a son of Poseidon, Prokrustes was also named Damastes and Polypemos. SARPEDON A prince of Ainos in Thrake (north of Greece), He was a son of Poseidon. SKEIRON/Sciron A bandit of Megaris (southern Greece) who kicked passers-by off a cliff and into the jaws of a giant turtle. According to some, he was a son of Poseidon (though others say his father was Pelops, Pylas, or Kanethos). TAPHIOS/Taphius A pirate king of the Taphian Islands (Greek Aegean), He was a son of Poseidon and Hippothoe. TARAS The eponymous first king of Taras (southern Italy), He was a son of Poseidon and a Tarentine Nymphe. THASOS/Thasus The eponymous first king of the island of Thasos (Greek Aegean), According to some, he was a son of Poseidon (though others identified his father as Agenor or Kilix).

THESEUS An Athenian hero and king of Attika (southern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Aithra, though King Aigeus believed he was the father. TRIOPAS A king of one of the lands of Thessalia (northern Greece), He was a son of Poseidon and Kanake.

Appearance in astral or gen• a mature man with a sturdy build and dark beard holding a trident, dark skin with a beard and usually wearing a blue toga and blue eyes.

Festivals • At Corinth, the Isthmian games were an athletic and music festival in honor of the god. Athens held a feast for him in August, Athens held a vegetation festival where he was worshipped. Mycale in Ionia has a festival where they sacrifice a bull to him.  Ephesus in Ionia where a feast was held in his honor where the cup holders were called "bulls". Kalaureia was a temple dedicated to Poseidon where the region was also his so they would hold a feast and the members of the council would meet up in the temple and sacrifice a bull. Tainaria, where the participants were called Tainarioi, the sacred sanctuary of the god, was built in a cave in the Tainaron peninsula. Onchestos in Boeotia the feast held horse racing. in Sparta held the race Gaiaochoi and the temple was built beside a Hippodrome. Epidauros A fest in the month, of Poseidon, was celebrated in honor of Poseidon. In Helos The fest Pohoidaia was celebrated in honor of Poseidon, and the festival included athletic games and competitions. In Thuria Fest Pohoidaia was celebrated in honor of Poseidon, It included athletic games and competitions. In Mantineia in Arcadia, Poseidon was worshipped with the surname Hippios (of the horse), The fest included the athletic games Hippokrateia, The temple was holy and the entrance into the cella was not allowed. Pallandion in Arcadia Poseidon had the epithet Hippios (of the horse) and the fest included the athletic games Hippokrateia. In Lesbos A festival in the month Poseidios was celebrated in honor of Poseidon. In Myconos held a fest, he was worshipped as a god of fishing and women were not allowed. Demeter received offerings in the same fest, indicating that Poseidon was also the god of vegetation. In Tinos, A great fest called Poseidonia was celebrated in honor of Poseidon, The temple included great banquet halls, indicating a large number of participants Poseidon was worshipped as a healer-god.

Season • august

Status• One of the twelve Olympians is in the Big Three 

(the 3 kings of the world, hades (underworld), Zeus (overworld), Poseidon (sea)) He is a god, was in the Titan war, and was one of the majority that helped.

What angers them• insults, not keeping ur bargaining end of the deal, stealing, and insulting the sea or family. 

Planet• Neptune

Tarot cards• The chariot, King of Cups, and the king

Remind me of• drowning, kracken, aquareims

Scents/Inscene • Mrryths, frankincense, ocean, and rain scents.

Theres too much text so websites will be put in comments 

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

[ask-sonicdragonfan]

Dimension R6 bloodmoon belongs to me sonicdragonfan

Bloody is the swirl harvest in the Star

Allegiant- chaotic good

Species- killcode animatronic

Drinks blood in moderation after getting fix by KC

KC is his father, eclipse is his brother

Has a pet albino pearl stingray named spice and a pet tiger eel named pepper they can be petted as long as bloodmoon is around and he has trained them to eat out of his hand

He has a plushie of a stingray and a saltwater pepper eel

Weapons are his claws, brass knuckles , teeth and retractable blade arms

Only hunts evil people, trash man or old man, and animals.

Bloodys vision is like a kaleidoscope while harvest vision is that of an eagle with ultraviolet light

They have a strong bond so they can switch places without fighting each other so they are difficult to track (KC had to make two separate tracking devices for bloody and harvest but even then they are still difficult to keep up with)

Bloody has more of a childish attitude sometimes throwing temper tantrums when he’s told no , harvest is more of the older brother but he’s also kinda lazy usually sleeping a lot when he’s bored. This is mostly due to them having an active lifestyle but they can still sit down and have a nice conversation with.

Harvest and bloody are both good with kids they keep dazzle entertained pretty good especially when they come during feeding time for their pets dazzle likes to pet the fishes.

Though they are messy eaters they like to wear modest clothes usually shades of orange, brown, yellow and reds to hide the blood stains

It’s not hard to keep bloody entrained he likes music with a good tune, dancing fruit, and his fishes, he’ll even go to the lake with his dad to feed the ducks and goose

Harvest is afraid of swans because he got attacked by an angry parent and bloody just laughed the entire time. Bloody is afraid of moles particularly the naked mole rat it’s an unsettling thing for him to look at he wouldn’t even eat one if you give it to him.

Bloody doesn’t like baths so this causes playful banter between the two brothers, harvest doesn’t like sticky things.

Bloody and harvest can eat other foods and drinks but the taste is not really in their favor since they drink blood the closest thing they can have without feeling discussed is wine the stronger the better and they can’t get drunk.

They have separated before but they didn’t like it they prefer being in one body they will only separate if it’s an emergency or a last resort thanks to a spell moon gave them they can separate without going to parts and service.

[princesssarisa]

In Heidi Anne Heiner's Cinderella Tales from Around the World, I've now read the few Donkeyskin tales from Spain and Portugal, followed by the more numerous versions from the British Isles.

*The book features two Spanish variants: The Ass's Skin, which strongly resembles the French versions and has the heroine become a goose girl while disguised in a donkey's skin, and The Golden Chest, which is a "princess hides in a hollow object" variant, in this case a golden chest.

**In The Ass's Skin, the princess's finery is just described as "the loveliest and most costly dresses and jewels," while in The Golden Chest, she asks her father for a gown of multicolored feathers, a gown of fish scales, and a gown studded with stars made of diamonds and pearls.

*The one Portuguese variant, The Princess Who Would Not Marry Her Father, reads like a slightly unwieldy composite of various French, German, and Italian variants. The king chooses his daughter as his bride because only she can wear her late mother's ring. Advised by an old woman who's really a fairy, she demands gowns with the themes of stars, flowers, and many colors, then finally runs away disguised in a wooden dress, which secretly holds the gowns. Calling herself "Maria Wood," she finds work tending another king's ducks; every day, when she's alone with the ducks in a field, she puts on one of her gowns. Three days in a row, the young king sees her from afar, but when asked who the "beautiful lady" was, "Maria Wood" pretends not to know. Meanwhile (whether accidentally or on purpose, it's not clear), she kills a duck each day, until the king decides she's not fit to be a duck herder and brings her into the castle as a maidservant instead. Soon afterward, three balls take place; each time Maria Wood asks to go, the king refuses and throws some object at her, and when she later attends the balls in her gowns, she claims to come from "the land of Boot," "the land of Towel," and "the land of Walking Stick." But then, after the balls, every night she secretly puts on the gowns in her bedroom. One night the king sees her through the keyhole, so he has a new key to the room made, and on a subsequent night he opens the door, catching the princess unawares in her finery. Thus the whole truth is revealed and the king and princess are married.

Next we move on to the English variants.

*Heiner includes Joseph Jacobs' Tattercoats in this section of the book, though I'm not sure why: it's not really a Donkeyskin tale, but more of an unconventional Cinderella. The orphaned heroine lives with her grandfather, a rich lord, who shuns her because his daughter died giving birth to her: he sits day and night by his window, weeping for his daughter until his tears form a channel to the sea, and letting his hair grow so long that it binds him to his chair. She grows up neglected and bullied by the servants, who call her "Tattercoats." Her only friends are her old nurse, who feeds and clothes her, and a boy who tends the geese, who plays music on a pipe that always makes her happy. One day the king gives a ball to find a bride for his son. The grandfather refuses to let Tattercoats go, but the gooseherd comforts her and suggests they at least go into town to see the lords and ladies on the way to the ball. Along with the flock of geese, they set out, dancing all the while as the gooseherd plays music on his pipe. As it happens, the prince comes riding along, and he falls in love with Tattercoats at first sight. (This is a very rare Cinderella tale where the prince falls for the heroine in her rags, though it's implied that the gooseherd's magic pipe causes it.) He brings her to the ball and proclaims her as his bride-to-be, and at that moment, the gooseherd's magical music transforms her rags into a beautiful gown and the geese into attendants for her. Thus she marries the prince, although the ending has two bittersweet notes: the gooseherd disappears and is never seen again, and the grandfather refuses to reconcile with his granddaughter, but still sits and grieves.

**I remembered this tale when I saw the concept art for Disney's Encanto that showed Abuela Alma sitting sadly by her window, with her long hair seeming to form a river. Since both stories have the theme of a troubled grandparent/granddaughter relationship that stems from the grandparent's grief (whether for a lost daughter or a lost husband), I wonder if at that early point in production, the Encanto creative team drew some inspiration from Tattercoats.

*Next, the book features three versions of Catskin. This English tale is a more straightforward variant of Donkeyskin, though without the attempted incest. It exists not only as a prose tale, but as a sung ballad: this book includes two versions of the ballad's rhyming lyrics and one prose version.

**In this tale, a rich lord wants a son, but his wife only gives birth to daughters (or, in the prose version, just one daughter), and when their youngest (or only) daughter is born, he's so disappointed and angry that he wants nothing to do with her. The girl is raised by a nurse in the country, and though her father sends her fine clothes and has her educated, he otherwise ignores her.

**When she grows up, in the two ballad versions, she just sets out to find work because her father doesn't want her and she has nowhere else to go. In the prose version, her father decides to marry her off to the first man who proposes, and he turns out to be a nasty old man, so she runs away. In all versions, though, she bundles up her elegant clothes, dresses herself in a catskin coat, and becomes a scullery maid at a young nobleman's castle.

***When three balls are held, Catskin asks to go each night, but either the bad-tempered cook or the young lord's snobbish mother refuses, and first throws water on her, then hits her with a ladle, then with a skimmer. At each ball, she claims to live at "the Sign of the Basin of Water," "the Sign of the Broken Ladle," and "the Sign of the Broken Skimmer." The fact that the young lord himself isn't the abuser obviously makes the romance more palatable for modern readers, though it means we lose the element of irony and satire from the variants where he is.

**On the third night, the young lord manages to follow the mystery lady into the forest unnoticed, where he sees her change from her gown into her catskin robe. The next say, he asks his mother for Catskin's hand in marriage, but she refuses, so he becomes gravely ill (or, in one ballad version, he feigns illness) and insists on having Catskin nurse him. She comes to his room in her beautiful gown, confirming her identity.

**Meanwhile, back in Catskin's birthplace, her mother and (in the ballads) her sisters have all died, leaving her father alone in the world. He deeply regrets having sent her away, but at last they reunite (either Catskin and her husband come to him or he learns of her marriage and comes to her), and Catskin forgives him.

*The one Irish variant included in this book, The Princess in the Catskins, is like a cross between the English Catskin and the European Donkeyskin tales. The princess's wicked stepfather seeks to marry her after her mother dies, but a fairy disguised as a horse advises her first to demand gowns of silver, gold, and diamonds and pearls, and then to hide them in walnut shells and run away in a catskin disguise. She becomes a scullery maid at another castle, attends three balls, wins the prince's love, and is identified in the end by a ring the prince slipped onto her finger.

**There's no abuse theme in this variant. Instead, the prince notices "Cat-skin's" resemblance to the lady at the ball and tries to question her, but each time she plays dumb. Then at the second and third balls, she pretends to be annoyed with the prince because she's heard that he's been speaking sweetly to a maidservant.

*There are also two Scottish variants, The King Who Wished to Marry His Daughter and Margery White Coats. In both, the princess is expected to marry her father because her late mother's clothes fit no one but her. In The King... her godmother advises her to ask for gowns of swan's down, cottongrass flowers, and gold and silver, for a silver shoe and a gold shoe, and for a chest that can float on the sea. Then she sails across the sea inside the chest, reaches another country, becomes a scullery maid in a wealthy house, and wears her gowns to church on Sundays, where a prince falls in love with her. In Margery White Coats, her uncle advises her to ask for gowns of birds' down, silver, and gold, and for glass shoes, and then helps her escape to another king's palace, where she becomes a scullery maid wearing only her white petticoat and shift, but attends three royal feasts. In both, Cinderella-style, she ultimately loses a shoe, and the prince tries it on every maiden until he finds her.

*Compared to the continental European Donkeyskins, I notice that none of the British versions have the heroine's love interest abuse her in her servant disguise. If the running abuse gag is included at all, the one who inflicts it is always a woman instead, either the love interest's mother or the cook. But several British versions have the heroine be abused and insulted by her fellow servants – whether just by the cook, as in Catskin, or by the whole staff, as in Tattercoats, or as in The Princess in the Catskins, where they can see her regal bearing and bully her for "putting on airs" and where the manservants sexually harass her. This theme is much less common in the versions from continental Europe.

Next on the list of Donkeyskin tales: the versions from Scandinavia.

@ariel-seagull-wings, @adarkrainbow, @themousefromfantasyland

[bayoubashsims]

Senescence

Senescence is a short visual story of the twilight years of Agnes Crumplebottom (the title is inspired by this machinima, about a Crumplebottom as well, check it out guys, it’s so lovely). I wrote this many years ago in my teens and illustrated it (with my limited drawing skills), and found the time to do the story in TS2 some time ago.

This post is dedicated to elder Sims, who I feel are often overlooked as they are often so in real life as well. With the COVID-19 epidemic going on at the time of this post, I fully realized how vulnerable elders are and I feel we must care for them especially in these times. 

When people commented about this epidemic being a ‘boomer-remover’, it stroke me as insensitive, because even though I know there are a lot of unpleasant older people out there, a lot of them are still pleasant and our loved ones (plus, not only older people are vulnerable). 

Agnes Crumplebottom was not known as a nice Sim, but her story in The Sims 3 enabled us to look at her in a different way. I was both tickled and touched by @yakumtsaki's words on Agnes here–poor woman is probably only able to rest in peace once she kicks the bucket, so, here is my attempt at a touching tribute before she did.

Also, I suggest listening to this playlist while reading this!

Everyone around Downtown knew the pitter-patter of those shoes. Couples would flee in horror, the scantily dressed would rush to the bushes, and pickpockets dared not go near her infamous purse. But that day was strange. She walked cheerfully past an unwary pair of lovebirds locked in amorous embrace on a bench and she greeted a young woman in a sequinned tube top ‘good morning!’.

She went to her usual spot, a pair of green, wooden recliners near the pond at the Crumplebottom Memorial Park (named after a renowned relative who was unfortunately crushed to death by a chandelier many years ago). She brought out some bread crumbs and fed the ducks swimming at the pond, swarming at her by the side. She was always so kind to animals. But to people? Not so much.

“There you go, little darlings!” She said to them, her voice high-pitched and rickety. A duck came near her feet to peck off the crumbs near her shoes. She didn’t realize it was there until it had pecked the toe of her shoe.

“Ooh!” She exclaimed, giggling a bit. “Aren’t you a curious one!“

She took out her lorgnette glasses and inspected the little critter. The people walking by were rather confused by this. She’d usually sit down and feed the ducks, but giggle and smile? They’re not even sure if it’s really THE Agnes Crumplebottom. Truth be told, they haven’t seen her for the past few months. At any rate, it was a quiet autumn day, and there weren’t many people around. 

She sat down and allowed the curious little fowl approach her. "Now don’t you peck and be a good girl, alright? I’m just here to relax.” 

She caressed the pearl necklace hanging around her neck. “My fiancé gave this to me, you know. He’s just the most darling thing! And his last name is Darling, too, funnily enough. I’m going to be Agnes Darling very soon. Isn’t that wonderful?”

She adjusted her weaved picture hat and seemed rather confused. “Why am I, why am I wearing this…hat? Where’s my grey hat? Oh, darn. I must’ve left it at my sister’s. My word.”

“What was the name of her son again? Murray? Mortimer? Oh, he’d love ducks, I think. Those little boys are always up to something, but he seems like a bright young man. I’ve never really had a chance to spend much time with him. Truth be told, I don’t know him or his father that well. So silly of me. Oh! And I’m talking to a duck!”

She laughed, then sat back and took a deep breath and looked around.

“My my. Where is Erik? He said he was going to meet me here.”

Agnes rose from her seat and approached the rental shack at the corner of the park, not far from there. The rental shack clerk was raking the leaves nonchalantly whilst humming and heard the pitter-patter of shoes approaching. He lifted his head and greeted the woman, after only seeing half of her from under his hat.

“Good afternoon, how can I he–ELP YO-uu…” He jumped, fixing his glasses that slipped off his nose in shock.

“Merciful heavens! What on earth is the matter with you?” She yelled, lorgnette glasses in hand, inspecting him suspiciously.

“No–nothing, Miss Crumplebottom.”

“I was wondering, have you seen my fiancé? He’s about so tall and has blonde hair?”

The rental shack clerk was quiet for a few moments. “Fiancé?”

“I thought I was asking the questions, here!” Agnes yelled.

“Um…um…no, I haven’t…I thought he…your husband…passed on?”

Agnes lift her left eyebrow. “Husband? Passed on?”

The rental shack clerk looked both confused and scared.

Agnes blinked a few times, saying nothing and looking like she was thinking about something. She turned around and walked away, leaving the rental shack clerk relieved and he went back into his shack to go about his business. 

“Oh, what nonsense. Passed on. Passed on where...” She rubbed her pearl necklace and looked apprehensive. She clutched her pearls tightly and squinted her eyes, fiddling with her fingers.

Agnes walked a few meters away into the park and stopped. She dropped her purse and began sobbing as she fell to the ground. It had all came back to her.

The honeymoon. The accident. The years of pain and hurt and the bitterness that followed. She had woken up that day like a new woman, who only remembered of her days before all of that disappointment, the false hope of love. 

How confused would the Downtowners be had they seen it. They’ve never seen her cry or express any emotion other than rage. The younger ones hardly knew who she was except for the stories they’ve heard about the purse of terror.

Some simply thought she was just a demented old bat. Now, even more. Those years of self-righteousness were born out of the disappointment, but now, she was no longer a threat. If anything, she realized that she had been her own biggest threat in the decades that she’s lived. 

“Aunt Agnes!” Called out a woman’s voice, running towards her. A hand grasped her arm and helped her up as the elder lady trembled. Agnes could barely see, worsened by her tears. She squinted but didn’t know who it was.

“Who is this–who are you? I don’t know you…” She asked, meekly, in between little sniffs.

“It’s me, Cassandra.”

She sobbed and shook her head. “I don’t know! I don’t know where, who–”

“Cassandra. Your sister’s granddaughter, remember? Grandma Cornelia?”

“Oh…” She answered, as if she remembered, but not really. Nevertheless, she calmed down. “Cornelia, Cornelia. Yes.” 

Cassandra led her great-aunt into the wheelchair she had brought and sat her down gently, tucking her purse firmly into her lap. “Aunt Agnes, you shouldn’t have left the house. It’s lucky that your nurse called me, we’ve been trying to find you for hours. You know you can’t go out on your own.” 

“I don’t know…I’m lost…I couldn’t find Erik…”

Cassandra tilted her head and put her hand over her shoulder.

“Why don’t we get you home, Aunt Agnes? Would you like that?”

Agnes leaned her head to the side and nodded.

[biillyhargroves]

“just… let me lay here for a while.” For the prompts! 💕

better not to know (trauma prompts)

Steve stands in the doorway, one shoulder leaned hard against the jamb, worrying at lip, chewing it raw. The red LED numbers on the alarm clock blink from 8:01 to 8:02pm. Billy arrived an hour ago but he still hasn’t spoken a word. He’d simply snuck in through the back door, grunted a half-hearted hello. He’d kept his head down, his hair shadowing the black-and-blue swell of his eye, the stippled bruising bloomed over his jaw. When Steve kissed him, he’d tasted blood.

“What happened?” Steve frowned, raised a hand to smooth back Billy’s hair. He’d moved too quickly, too suddenly — Billy flinched, ducked away, and Steve side-stepped the glass shard pieces of his own heart to grab him a beer from the fridge, desperate to do something that might break the ice, that might get Billy to relax, to talk to him. Billy had stared at the bottle, considering it, head titled. Steve opened his mouth to speak and Billy swiped the bottle from him, held it by the neck as he stalked upstairs. It now sits swearing on the nightstand, huge pearls of condensation slipping down the amber glass, pooling in heavy rings around the bottom of the bottle.

Billy is on the bed, his knees drawn up to his chest, his head angled toward the window. His breath is shallow, and sometimes, when he inhales a bit too deep, Steve thinks he sees Billy flinch. He’s refused help, won’t even let Steve get a good look at him. Steve feels utterly useless. He feeds tape after tape into the boombox, fiddles with the volume until Billy grunts his approval.

Steve sucks in a breath, shoves his hands into his pockets, steps tentatively into his own bedroom. Billy reacts; his body tenses, and it looks painful. His jaw twitches, and he swallows thickly when his eyes land on Steve’s. Billy looks him up and down, leans back against the headboard, levels his gaze with Steve’s own.

This acceptance, tense as it may be, encourages Steve. He takes another step and then another, until he is standing beside the bed and Billy is peering warily up at him. “Baby,” Steve says as he sits beside Billy, wanting so badly to touch him, desperate to comfort him. Billy’s gaze is steady, but guarded. “I gotta be honest,” Steve tells him, ducking down when Billy tries to avert his eyes, desperate to hold that fragile connection. “You’re kind of scaring me.”

Billy raises his head. When he speaks, his voice is raspy, and it is only then that Steve notices the ring of purple stamped at his throat, thick and rippling around his neck. “Sorry.”

Steve slides his hand closer, rests it on Billy’s knee, emboldened when Billy does not shake him off or scoot away. “Don’t be sorry,” Steve tells him. “You don’t have to be. I’m just worried.”

He reached for Billy, his chest clenching as his fingers graze Billy’s neck. Billy jerks away, mutters, “Don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, pulling his hand away. They lapse into silence. The last tape Steve loaded ends, a slow fade that eases softly into silence. Billy swallows thickly and it hurts Steve to watch. Billy shifts where he sits, his face contorting briefly in pain.

Steve wants to help, but he is terrified to hurt Billy, scared to make things worse. Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere? Steve’s hands hover over Billy, aching with compassion, paralyzed by fear. Billy’s eyes mist — frustration, pain.

“Hey,” Steve says softly, and he catches the first tear that falls, his thumb sweeping gently over Billy’s bruised cheek. The gesture is too soft, too kind, for Billy to handle. Another tear falls, and then another, and then Steve is gathering Billy into his arms. “Hey,” he whispers, guiding Billy’s head to his shoulder, one hand trailing up and down Billy’s spine. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe. I’m with you. You’re safe here.”

Billy cries harder, his whole body shaking. He hissed, flinches, when Steve’s finger graze his ribs and Steve makes a point not to touch him there again. His touches are cautiously light, guided by Billy’s minute reactions. He holds Billy loosely, gently, until Billy calms, sobs reduced to sniffles.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Steve asks. Billy doesn’t speak; doesn’t move. He lays there, broken body collapsed in Steve’s arms. Steve knows what happened — not the details, never the details, but he understands, and he understands when Billy shakes his head against Steve’s shoulder, no, his face still buried there, salty tears drying against Steve’s skin and Billy’s own. “Okay,” Steve says. He threads his fingers in Billy’s hair, holds Billy close to him. “What can I do?” he asks when Billy lapses back into silence.

“Just…” Billy clears his throat. He sighs, his breath warm on Steve’s skin. He presses himself against Steve and Steve adjusts his grip, mindful of the bruising, the still-bloody cuts, the scars raised thick beneath Billy’s shirt. “Just let me lay here?” Billy asks, voice small and childlike.

“Okay,” Steve says, turning slightly so that he can kiss Billy’s temple. “Yeah,” he agrees, lips brushing Billy’s skin. “As long as you need.”

[junhuifurby]

hi can I request date headcannons with tesla?

Oh my god I said i was gonna post more and then i leave for over a month I am so sorry y'all- Anyways,

Date Headcanons With Tesla

-Tesla is a very busy man- you knew this going into a relationship with him- and rarely has time for dates. -When he does have time, he will absolutely make the most of it, but not exactly in the traditional sense.

-For Tesla, a date would most likely be a stroll/picnic in the park (or even your backyard if you have one), a night at home spent with each other, or feeding the ducks in the park -He would make sure you laugh, have a great time, and forget all your worries for a little bit -Just don't wear pearls, he'll very quickly ask you to get rid of them. -If you do have a food related date, make sure to bring dishes that make it easy to calculate the volume of the food. Otherwise, you'll be there for a while. -Tesla will make sure to make up for all the lost time while he's been working. He'd love to spend more time together but that would interfere with the wonders of innovation! -If you don't live together he'll always make sure you get home safely. -He often brings you small gift that he's made for you, always something that you've mentioned you like or something to fix a problem you've had. Sorry these are so short ToT

[zuko-always-lies]

The Values that the Fire Nation Adults in “Zuko Alone” Teach the Children

The Fire Nation adults in “Zuko Alone” deliberately and non-deliberately, through actions, words, and examples, extol a complex set of toxic and imperialist values to Zuko and Azula. Foremost in teaching imperialist values is Princess Ursa. In order to understand more about what precisely Zuko and Azula might have soaked in from their environment, I thought it would be useful to go through the episode scene by scene and note which values were being propagated in the setting where they grew up. Much more under the cut.

Exhibit 1

Zuko: Hey mom, want to see how Azula feeds turtle ducks? (He throws the rocks at one of the baby turtle ducks, which disappears beneath the surface of the pool.) Ursa: (shocked) Zuko! (cut to a frontal shot of Zuko, Ursa continues o.c.) Why would you do that? (Cut back to the surface of the pond. The baby turtle duck bobs back up to the surface unhurt; his shell protected him from the rock. The baby blinks and shakes his head as its mother swims into the frame to make sure the baby is okay. Once sure of this, she swerves and attacks Zuko loudly. She jumps out of the pond and bites Zuko's foot. The young Prince yells in pain. Ursa removes the angry turtle duck and drops her back into the pond. She swims away with one final squawk of protest, her babies in tow.) Zuko: Stupid turtle duck, why'd she do that? (Zuko hugs his knees and looks sullen. His mother sits next to him.) Ursa: Zuko, that's what moms are like. (putting her arms around her son) If you mess with their babies, (she makes a biting sound for effect) they'll bite you back. (She hugs Zuko and he laughs.

Values(Extoled by Ursa):

1. Mothers should protect their children.

2. You should be kind to animals.

Exhibit 2

Azula: Mom, can you make Zuko play with us? We need equal teams to play a game. Zuko: (emphatically) I am not cart wheeling. Azula: You won't have to. Cart wheeling's not a game, (under her breath) dumb dumb. Zuko: I don't care. I don't want to play with you. Azula: We are brother and sister. (her voice becoming sickly sweet) It's important for us to spend time together. Don't you think so, mom? Ursa: Yes darling, (to Zuko) I think it's a good idea to play with your sister. Go on now, (she fluffs Zuko's head a few times) just for a little while.

Values(Extoled by Ursa):

1. Brothers and sisters should get along with each other.

Exhibit 3

Iroh: (voice over) If the city is as magnificent as its wall, Ba Sing Se must be something to behold. (cut to a younger Iroh sitting at a desk, flanked by two guards, writing the letter) I hope you all may see it someday, if we don't burn it to the ground first. (He laughs at this, then cut back to a frontal shot of Ursa, the letter scroll spread open in the foreground, with Zuko and Azula on either side. They laugh with Iroh at this comment.) Ursa: (reading the letter) "Until then, enjoy these gifts. For Zuko, (cut to Zuko running over and picking up a dagger offered by a servant on some sort of tray) a pearl dagger from the general who surrendered when we broke through the outer wall. Note the inscription (Zuko unsheathes the dagger) and the superior craftsmanship." Zuko: (reading the inscription) "Never give up without a fight." (The shot pans right to show Azula standing in front of another servant. He offers her something on a tray.) Ursa: "And for Azula, a new friend. She wears the latest fashion for Earth Kingdom girls." (As Ursa speaks, Azula picks up a doll wearing Earth Kingdom green. The Princess makes a face of disgust.) Azula: If Uncle doesn't make it back from war, then dad would be next in line to be Fire Lord, wouldn't he? (In the background, Zuko runs around practicing with his new dagger.) Ursa: (disappointed) Azula, we don't speak that way. It would be awful if Uncle Iroh didn't return. And besides, Fire Lord Azulon is a picture of health. Zuko: How would you like it if cousin Lu Ten wanted dad to die? Azula: I still think our dad would make a much better Fire Lord than (looking at the doll with disdain) his royal tea loving kookiness.

Values:

1(Ursa+Iroh). Imperialism is a good thing(the whole gifts thing in particular is a huge exercise in that).

2 (Ursa+Iroh). The idea of burning to death large numbers of “inferiors”(Earth Kingdom civilians) is hilarious.

3 (Ursa). You should show the utmost respect to the Firelord, the line of succession, and your older relatives.

Exhibit 4

Ursa: Your father has requested an audience with Fire Lord Azulon. Best clothes, hurry up. Azula: (mocking) Fire Lord Azulon. Can't you just call him "Grandfather"? He's not exactly the powerful Fire Lord he used to be. Someone will probably end up talking his place soon. Ursa: (crossly) Young lady! Not, another, word. (Azula runs past) What is wrong with that child?

Values(Ursa):

1. You should show the utmost respect to the Firelord.

Exhibit 5

Ozai: And how was it Great Grandfather Sozin managed to win the battle of Han Tui? Zuko: Great Grandfather won, because... (struggling) Azula: Because even though his army was outnumbered, he cleverly calculated his advantages. The enemy was downwind and there was a drought. Their defenses burned to a crisp in minutes. Ozai: Correct my dear. Now, won't you show Grandfather the new moves you demonstrated to me? (Azula stands and performs a series of firebending moves. A shot of Ozai's lower face shows his stony countenance turn to a slight smile at his daughter's performance. Zuko looks on, an uncertain expression on his face.) Ozai: She's a true prodigy. Just like her Grandfather for whom she's named. (Azula sits back down next to Zuko.) Azula: (whispering to Zuko) You'll never catch up. (Stung, Zuko gets up and addresses the Fire Lord.) Zuko: I'd like to demonstrate what I've been learning. (Cut back to Ozai's face, which turns rapidly to a frown. Zuko tries to run through some of the same moves as Azula but with evidently less skill. After a few moments, he chokes on the routine and falls on his backside. He recovers and finishes the routine as his mother looks on in concern. Azula looks on her brother's failure with glee. Ursa rushes over to him.) Zuko: (dejected) I failed. Ursa: No, I loved watching you. That's who you are Zuko. (cut to Zuko looking up at his mother with wide eyes) Someone who keeps fighting even though it's hard.

Values(Ozai):

1. Knowledge of battle strategies and the Fire Nation’s past conquests is very important.

2. Firebending prowess is incredibly important.

Values(Ursa):

1. You should not give up and keep trying at something, even when you are bad at it.

2. The firstborn son is more valuable for trying and failing than the second-born daughter is for succeeding.

3. You should continue trying to meet the toxic expectations of the court/your father.

Exhibit 6:

Azulon: Say what it is you want. Ozai: Father, revoke Iroh's birthright. I am your humble servant, here to serve you and our nation. Use me. Azulon: (leaning forward and pointing a finger at Ozai, who now kneels before him) You dare suggest I betray Iroh? My first born? (the fire in the trenches rises up into the frame from below, mirroring the Fire Lord's anger) Directly after the demise of his only beloved son? I think Iroh has suffered enough. But you, your punishment has scarcely begun!

and

Azula: Fine, don't believe me, but I heard everything. Grandfather said dad's punishment should fit his crime. (imitating Azulon) "You must know the pain of losing a first born son, by sacrificing your own!"

Values(Ozai):

1. Duty to the Nation and to the Firelord is of the utmost importance.

Values(Azulon):

1. Firstborn sons are more important than other children.

2. Extraordinarily harsh punishments for transgressions(particularly for failing to respect the line of succession) are normal.

Exhibit 7

Ursa: Zuko, please, my love, listen to me. Everything I've done, (she hugs him) I've done to protect you. Remember this, Zuko. No matter how things may seem to change, never forget who you are.

Values(Ursa):

1. Mothers should protect their children.

2. Remain true to yourself.

Exhibit 8

Fire Sage: (voice over at first) Azulon, Fire Lord to our nation for 23 years. You were our fearless (cut to a shot tilting up showing the Fire Sage with Azulon's gold sarcophagus behind him) leader in the battle of Gar Sai. Our matchless conqueror of the Hu Sin provinces. You were father of Iroh. Father of Ozai. Husband of Ila, now passed. Grandfather of Lu Ten, now passed. Grandfather of Zuko and Azula.

Values:

1. Imperial conquest is a good thing.

Thus, by examining this episode scene by scene, we can gain an understanding of how the Fire siblings grew up in an environment where toxic and imperialist values were standard and propagated by every adult. This goes a long way to explaining their later behavior and decisions.

[9oodshots]

'𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟'⁣ 🎬 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 & 😎 𝗡𝗢𝗡-𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪:⁣ ⁣ 🎬: While awaiting her husband's return from serving in World War I, young bride Pearl [Mia Goth] lives on a Texas homestead with her German immigrant parents - her over-bearing & puritanical mother Ruth [Tandi Wright] & her wheelchair-bound & infirmed father [Matthew Sunderland].⁣ ⁣ Envisioning that her husband, Howard, had died in battle, Pearl fears the worst for her future...that she will be forever-stuck in her backwater Southern town with no hope of a better life.⁣ ⁣ With the potential to join a travelling dance troupe, which only has one free spot that she will have to compete for against her more glamorous sister-in-law, Mitsy [Emma Jenkins-Purro], is this Pearl’s last chance to be recognised as extraordinary?⁣ ⁣ 😎: A prequel/origin-story for the lead antagonist from the recent cult-hit 'X,' writer/director Ti West delves into how Pearl's longing for a better life had mutated into an obsession & hatred for young women with 'loose morals,' who took for granted their good looks & favourable opportunities in life [that she never had].⁣ ⁣ Set in 1918, during the influenza epidemic, Pearl’s mum, Ruth, refused contact with outsiders & denied receiving food from extended family. Ruth saw Pearl’s soujourns into town as potential risks to the family's health & in general treated Pearl like a lapdog, forcing her to feed & give baths to her father.⁣ ⁣ Pearl showed signs of psychopathology from a young age when she shamelessly killed a duck, for being annoying, with her [weapon of choice] pitchfork. Taking the duck to the end of the jetty, she fed it to Theda, a giant alligator patrolling the waters of the local lake. Theda later featured in 'X,' too.⁣ ⁣ 🔱 Lusting for a glamorous life like what she'd seen in the movies, Pearl’s ambitions & obsessions become a dangerous focus for someone so unstable. Lacking support & friendship, not to mention the companionship of the only man who truly understood her, Pearl’s descent into madness starts off slowly but gains momentum at an alarming speed. 🔱 ⁣ Thanks to @madmanfilms; 'Pearl,' rated 𝗠𝗔𝟭𝟱+, opened in 🇦🇺 cinemas on March 16, 2023. ©️ (at X-Movie) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp9do7VPi88/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[stiltonbasket]

Can we have a hundred day celebration for Shuilan in renouncement? Would love to see Wangxian happily showing off their baby and the everyone being KO’d by her cuteness.

If anyone had told Wei Wuxian what his future would hold five years ago, he would have laughed at the impossibility, and then dug a hole for himself in his favorite radish patch until Wen Qing came along to fetch him. 

How strange it would have sounded to the Yiling Laozu holding court in the Burial Mounds, scraping by on thin luobo stew and the odd egg from market to feed A-Yuan, that one day a child of his would receive the blessings of all the Lan sect the moment she came into the world, and again thrice over at her hundred-day feast! It scarcely seems real to him now, after more than a year as Lan Zhan’s husband and the Lan Clan’s Xinhua-jun, and the sight of his richly dressed reflection in the looking glass bewilders him so much that he scarcely registers it when Lan Zhan materializes behind him with A-Lan in his arms.

“A-Lan looks so sweet, Lan Zhan,” he laughs, when his husband reaches out to touch his elbow--in a gesture that means come back, xingan, for I am here beside you, and you need never want for anything again. “She’s sparkling almost as much as you are.”

Lan Zhan dressed the baby in a tiny, glittering robe covered with beaded flowers, and whenever the light falls upon her little body, A-Lan glows like a moonlit pearl: so cool and soft and calm that Wei Wuxian can scarcely look away from her, even after the hundred-day feast is well underway in the banquet hall. He and Lan Zhan hold the seats of honor today, rather than Lan Xichen, and Xiao-Yu sits close beside them with his fluffy hair tied up into two pigtails.

“May I hold her, Hanguang-jun?” a kindly matron from the Cheng sect asks. Lan Zhan nods, and Lan-bao is swiftly transferred into Cheng-er-furen’s arms: puzzled by her sudden ascent, certainly, but happy enough to blink her big eyes up at Second Lady Cheng and coo like a roosting pigeon.

“Oh,” Cheng-er-furen gasps, as A-Lan kicks her tiny feet in their pink satin shoes. “Xinhua-jun, she’s beautiful.”

Wei Wuxian feels his heart quiver in his breast. “They say that one beauty recognizes another,” he says gravely, laughing out loud when Lady Cheng’s cheeks flush red. “Lan-bao can already tell, Lan Zhan, don’t you think?”

Lan Zhan presses his lips together and refuses to answer, but Wei Wuxian can see them twitching up at the corners. “That means he agrees with me,” he teases, as Cheng-furen slips a red packet into Xiao-Yu’s hands and kisses the toe of A-Lan’s little sock. “Don’t you, xingan?”

Lady Cheng rolls her eyes at their flirting and passes down the line with a smile, yielding her place to the next guest before going to find a seat at the banquet table.

“Ah, Wei-xiong,” the next well-wisher sighs, snapping open his favorite fan and holding it out to the baby. “A-Lan’s gathered quite a crowd today, hasn’t she?”

“Well, we did limit the full-moon ceremony to only our friends and family,” Wei Wuxian points out. As far as social events go, A-Lan’s full moon was one of the most exclusive gatherings of the year, open to members of the Lan sect and only by invitation to guests outside the Cloud Recesses; Ouyang Zizhen was generally envied as the sole attendee unconnected to Wei Wuxian by sect or familial ties, though he would have been invited anyway as Ouyang-zongzhu’s heir. “Lan Zhan was worried that we might fall ill during the monsoon season, so of course we had to invite everyone now that the weather’s turned warm again.”

Huaisang gives a meditative nod and lets A-Lan chew on the handle of his fan. “Lan-bao doesn’t have any teeth,” he yawns, when Wei Wuxian stares at the fan in disbelief and tries to pull it out of the baby’s mouth. “She can gum on my fan all she wants, I doubt she can put a dent in it.”

But the fan loses its charm before long, and A-Lan starts fussing in her blue satin wrap and refuses to settle until Wei Wuxian picks her up. The next group of guests offers their good-wishes one by one, leaving behind gifts like red packets and jade pendants and enough books to set up a new wing in the Library Pavilion; and a little while later, a shy two-year-old wanders up with his mother and presents a clumsily-carved dizi, just the right size for a toddler about as old as he is.

“I married out of the Cloud Recesses, so I live with my husband in Caiyi now,” the mother explains, as her son looks into Lan-bao’s crib with big eyes and makes soft cooing sounds in a clear attempt to play with her. “He runs a woodworking shop, so when we heard about the invitation to Lan-xiao-guniang’s hundred-day, Fang’er asked him to help carve a dizi for her.”

Wei Wuxian is so thoroughly charmed that he promises to stop by the woodworking shop later in the month, and present little Lan Fang--who seems to have taken his mother’s name, to retain his connection to her sect--with a learning dizi of his own.

“You can never begin too early,” Lan Zhan offers, catching Xiao-Yu by the sleeve to stop him from feeding his spicy peanut snacks to Lan Fang. “Does he prefer the flute above other instruments, furen? If so, he could come to the Cloud Recesses to study alongside Xiao-Yu when Wei Ying starts his music lessons.”

Wei Wuxian flinches, wondering if Lan Zhan has lost his senses--because what good mother would send her son to learn the dizi from the infamous Yiling Patriarch, even if he had been redeemed in the eyes of the gentry by his marriage to Lan Wangji? But Lan Fang’s mother is already nodding, looking fondly at Xiao-Yu as he offers Fang’er a bite of tangyuan, and the look in her eyes when she turns to Wei Wuxian is full of nothing but happiness.

“Xiao-Fang doesn’t get along very well with the children in Caiyi,” she sighs. “But he’ll surely come to study here one day, so if I could send him and know that Xiao-Yu-gongzi would look out for him--”

“Xiao-Yu will!” A-Yu exclaims, grabbing Lan Fang’s hand. “He’ll be A-Yu’s shidi!”

Lan Fang is more interested in doting on A-Lan, but Xiao-Yu is delighted by the prospect of having a junior sect brother, and tells the next ten people in line that he has become a shixiong now.

All in all, A-Lan’s hundred-day feast goes off without a hitch, and Wei Wuxian is nearly in tears at the sweetness of it all by the time Jiang Cheng arrives with a set of silver baby jewelry.

“A-Cheng, you shouldn’t have,” he chuckles, ducking his head so that Lan Zhan can pat his eyes with a cool handkerchief. “Lan-bao has enough jewelry for a new set every day, by now!”

“This isn’t just any set of jewelry,” Jiang Cheng informs him, motioning his head disciple to come forward and open the flat jewel-cases to reveal necklaces, bangles, ankle-bracelets and a longevity lock encrusted with silver beads.

Upon closer inspection, Wei Wuxian discovers that each tiny bead is a miniature clarity bell, etched with the Jiang sect lotus blossom and reinforced with so many protective charms that the collected set must have cost a small fortune.

“Didi,” Wei Wuxian begins, trying in vain to swallow the lump in his throat. “This, this is--”

“She won’t be able to wear these for long, but you could get them disassembled and extended with plain silver when she’s older,” his brother interrupts. “But A-Shuai says you should put them into storage when A-Lan gets older, because heaven knows I can’t afford another set.”

Lan Zhan frowns. “Why would we need another set?”

Jiang Cheng fixes him with a pointed stare, and Wei Wuxian feels his cheeks turn crimson when he finally gets the hint.

(Three years later, A-Lan’s hundred-day clarity jewels are passed down to a newborn baby sister, and no one is more pleased than her adoring jiujiu when Wei Chunyang wears them at her own full moon celebration.)

[berrymoos]

OH MY GOODNESS!!! The way you have now put Steve liking baking into my head it’s all I can think about!!! He would be the sweetest little shyst guy about it too

He goes over to the Byers with a cake for Johnny and is all soft spoken about how he knows strawberry flavor is Johnathans favorite. Joyce is the one he’s talking to about all the baking stuff and she’s freaking melting because this big guy she’s seen swing a bat full of nails at monsters is getting blushed about how much frosting he put and how he put little pearl sprinkles around the boarder of the cake

Cg!Joyce talking to little!steve about baking while they wait for Johnny and nance to get home >>>>🥹🥹🥹

BAKER BOY STEVE OUR BELOVED <33

YEA YEA YEAA he's like standing reaaal close to robin if she went w him (bc she knows how shy he is ofc) explainin "mmm well ... starbie is jonny's favrit n uhh ... the pearls are jus pretty an .. mm, uhm .. i like fostin so i put a lot becus .. becus jonny's my frien so he gets lotsa fostin..." in a quiet mumbly voice (*´˘`*)♡ joyce & robin are melting into puddle ohmygod he's a sweetheart oh goodness THEM

after a bit of them conversing abt cakepops & their favorite kind of cookies, the door starts opening aaaand ... jonathan and nancy appear!! :D steve is so excited to show them the cake but he's also shy so after all of their greetings n such, joyce nods to steve: "he's got a little surprise for you, jon (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧"

jon's like "oh?" so steve hops up from the couch, grabs his arm, & leads him to the kitchen where the extra frosted cake is awaiting him ... and dear god he's so so grateful & pleasantly surprised! it's like WOAH is it for his birthday or smth — even tho his birthday is in the fall lmaosidjsi

ooo ok to add a regression spin to jon: jonathan's been feeling like he's gonna regress all day (but it's been from positive triggers!! he got to feed ducks today even tho it wasn't what he was planning on doing & a whole rabbit came up & sniffed him before bouncing away & he managed to get a picture of it & he got to do all of that with nancy!!), so seeing this cake knowing it was made for him — even tho he deff plans on sharing it — pushes him over that edge & oh wow now he's Babey ehe (ˊ˘ˋ*)

sooo now there r TWO little ones around the house, & they are eating CAKE with the CGS & it is a happy, HAPPY day!!!

[liltaz-asatreat]

Day 30 of @taznovembercelebration : Obvious, love

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Love is a powerful force. It’s an intangible element just as real as earth, water, air, fire, and magic. In my long life, I’ve seen it create and destroy and die and get reborn again and again and again. It’s held creatures close together and torn them apart and brought them back together in a twisted turn of fate. It’s caused wars and brought life, negotiated peace and brought strife, and it’s saved the lives and souls of so many, for better or worse. And through thick and thin, love finds us all again and again and again.

Love can be bright, loud, and obvious. It’s shown through Candlenights parties and Midsummer Harvest Festivals. It’s new holidays in strange worlds and a hundred different weddings. It’s kids running around a pearl farm shrieking in joy and listening to a kid babble about his favorite book series. It’s concerts and kisses and projecting joyous art to the reality at large and showing off the talents of the people who made me and my family at home happy and proud.

Love is also subtle and quiet. It’s shown through cooking for your family and carving wooden ducks. It’s tending to another’s plants while they’re away and writing memories for prosperity. It’s card games and girls’ nights and holding on and never letting go. It’s date nights and picnics and caring for each other when your ill. It’s an artist putting all of their heart and soul into a new piece of work, and it’s small puzzle boxes and rosewood rings. It’s checking in on me up on the moon and feeding me songs and compositions while he is away.

It’s holding my baby for a few moments longer and vowing to stay.

Love can make you do terrible things. It’s shown in being tired without a lot of options and trying to choose what’s best to make the struggle end. It’s not listening and making weapons and starting wars, and it’s break downs in communication and withdrawing from your family. It’s getting lost. It’s erasing. And it’s hiding and being afraid to show pain. It’s pushing yourself to your limits and beyond, and it’s asking others to do the same.

It’s finding out I had a baby and then taking it away.

But love also makes you do incredible things. It’s shown in fighting hordes of monsters and escaping a sky full of goop. It’s researching and learning and fighting for your life. It’s standing in the way of danger in the hopes of buying a world a little more time. It’s dying, reviving, surviving, and thriving. It’s never giving up, never letting go, and living against all odds. It’s being the only two left and still bringing everyone back home. It’s curing plant deities and conjuring sentient elementals. It’s bringing everyone back together, eating tacos, and throwing up a barrier that saves us all. It’s getting my baby back and showing it what we do best.

And it’s loving the world, our loved ones, and ourselves, and being loved in return.

[karmicstar]

YEMAYA...

Holy Queen Sea

Yemaya, Queen of the Sea, epitomizes motherhood and rules all issues pertaining to women. She is among the most powerful and beloved of the Seven African Powers, the sexy matriarch of the Yoruba spirits known as orishas. The translation of her name, “The Mother Whose Children are Fish” has dual implications:

• Yemaya’s children are innumerable: she is the mother of most of the orishas.

• Her generosity and benevolence have also garnered her countless human devotees, equivalent to the innumerable fish of the sea.

Yemaya has profound associations with the sea and saltwater. She resides in the sea, she is the spirit of the sea, and she is the sea, literally present in ocean water. Her nature resembles that of the sea: profound, beautiful, filled with treasure and generosity but also potentially tempestuous. Yemaya generously bestows abundance, wealth, healing, love, and fertility, but she is also the essence of tidal waves and rip currents.

Yemaya, a profoundly powerful orisha, may be petitioned for:

• Anything possibly considered a “woman’s issue”

• Fertility and reproductive issues

• Protection from domestic violence, which she despises

• Protection when traveling over the sea

However, those who develop an especially close relationship with Yemaya must be extra cautious when actually near the sea. Communicate with her constantly when in the water or beside it. Remind her that you are human and must live on land. Yemaya doesn’t intend to cause harm but likes to keep everything she loves—her treasures—near her.

Once upon a time, Yemaya lived in the cemetery and Oya in the sea. Yemaya tricked Oya into permanently trading places. Oya has never entirely forgiven her. Do not feed or venerate them side by side. Leave some distance between these two powerful orishas.

Yemaya is syncretized to the Stella Maris and the Black Madonna of Regla.

Favored people:

Anyone of African descent whose ancestors survived the Middle Passage to the West may consider their connection to Yemaya established. It is traditionally believed that anyone who survived did so through her grace, while those who did not survive were received into her body.

Yemaya also protects:

• Women and children

• Practitioners of the occult

• Those born under water signs, especially Cancers

Also known as:

Yemalla; Yemoja; Yemalia; Yemaja; Iemanja

Origin:

Yoruba (Nigeria)

Classifications:

Orisha; Mermaid

Manifestations:

Whether manifesting as woman or mermaid, Yemaya is always spectacularly beautiful. She can be sexually provocative with a rolling, hip-swaying walk that evokes the sea. Her traditional costume includes seven skirts. Her hair, clothes, and body may be ornamented with crystals, pearls, coral, or tiny bells.

Attributes:

Seashells, marine motifs

Emblem:

Star and half moon; Yemaya is the only orisha associated with two heavenly bodies—one isn’t sufficient to represent her beauty.

Colors:

Blue, white

Birds:

Doves, ducks, peacocks

Creatures:

Fish, all sea creatures

Element:

Water

Metal:

Silver

Number:

7

Planet:

Moon, which controls the sea

Plants:

> Indigo, seaweed, water hyacinth

Minerals:

Quartz crystal, pearls, coral

Places:

Originally the spirit of Nigeria’s Ogun River, her profound associations with the ocean may have coincided with the African slave trade.

Day:

Saturday

Time:

• 2 February

• Summer Solstice •15 August (Brazil)

• 7 September (Cuba)

• New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. Midnight, the threshold between years, is her power moment.

Altar:

Devotees traditionally visit her at the ocean, bearing gifts. Alternatively, create an altar for Yemaya featuring saltwater and ocean motifs at home. Yemaya’s shrine should evoke the sea. Decorate it with nets, seashells, sea stars, and sea horses. Add salted water to a crystal glass containing small seashells.

Offerings:

Jewelry, perfume, brand new scented soap still in its wrapper; flowers, especially white roses. Yemaya’s favorite food offerings include wet seedy fruits like pomegranates and watermelon plus fish, duck, and lamb dishes. She likes to snack on pork cracklings, plantain or banana chips and pound or coconut cake. Garnish everything with generous libations of molasses. Gifts on behalf of the marine environment and sea creatures may also please her.

HOW TO PETITION YEMAYA

• Summon her with a gourd rattle.

• Petition her at the beach.

• Can’t get to the beach? Yemaya’s fellow water spirit, Oshun, spirit of sweet waters, will accept offerings on her behalf. Deposit gifts for Yemaya in flowing streams or rivers. Nothing is free, however: if utilizing Oshun’s services, be sure to speak to her first, explaining that you would like her to deliver your offering to Yemaya. Bring Oshun an appropriate gift, too.

YEMAYA CLEANSING SPELL

Re-create the sea: add sea salt to spring water.

• Murmur over it. Tell the water your goals and what you seek. Invoke, petition, or pray to Yemaya.

• Sprinkle the water over your naked body from head to toe using your fingers or a roseMary branch.

• Let the water remain on your body for a little while, and then gently pat yourself dry with a brand-new clean white towel or cloth.

• Put on clean clothes.

• Take the cloth to the sea with seven white roses; throw everything in the water.

• Walk away and don’t look back.

Although there is one Yemaya, she also has multiple paths, which may be venerated independently. Alternatively they may be understood as different facets of one extremely complex, profound goddess. Yemaya’s different paths are symbolized by different shades of blue (and sometimes by unique attributes). The particular hue represents each path’s specific natureand home. Thus the aspects of Yemaya who live closest to land or the water’s surface are represented by paler shades than those dwelling in the depths. Aggressive, violent aspects of Yemaya also claim the color red.

The following are but a few of her many aspects:

YEMAYA ASESUN

Yemaya Asesun, an ancient path of Yemaya, is Queen of Water Birds including ducks, geese, and swans. She rules the springs that gush forth from Earth, especially in deep forests.

Color:

Light blue

YEMAYA ASHAGBA

Yemaya Ashagba, “The Chain,” is Olokun’s first child and may be the oldest, most primordial aspect of Yemaya. (See Yembo below.) Queen of the Anchor, Yemaya Ashagba connects the bottom of the sea with the top. She is a spirit of divination and healing. When angered, floods, and tidal waves are her weapons.

Attribute:

Anchor

Color:

Light blue

YEMAYA ATAREMAWA

Yemaya Ataremawa, the queen who is ever so important, owns all treasures of the sea. She has a home in the forest.

Color:

Light blue

YEMAYA IBU AGANA

Yemaya Ibu Agana is a wrathful aspect of Yemaya who lives at the bottom of the sea where she churns destruction.

Color:

Deep blue

YEMAYA IBU ARO

Yemaya Ibu Aro distributes treasure. She controls trade routes and markets.

Colors:

Indigo blue, red coral

YEMAYA MAYALEWO

Yemaya Mayalewo, Queen of the Harbor, the One Who Tends to Commerce and Trade, lives at the bay’s entrance. She is queen of the marketplace, Oya’s prime competitor.

Color:

Light blue, teal

YEMAYA OGUNTé

Yemaya Ogunté is Warrior Yemaya: the courageous, fearless warrior who fights alongside Ogun. She lives on rocky, treacherous coastlines and wears a crown of seven machetes.

Color:

Midnight blue, red

YEMAYA OKOTO

Yemaya Okoto, the Pirate Queen, causes shipwrecks and drags ships and treasure down to the ocean floor. Her name means “the one who lives amongst the seashells.” Her crown is a shark’s jawbone. She clenches a dagger between her teeth. She rules all predatory marine creatures who serve as her messengers and servants, possibly including human pirates. Yemaya Okoto fills the sea with blood. The Red Sea is her official hideout, but she sails where she chooses. (To complicate matters further, Yemaya and her daughter, love goddess Oshun, may be alter-egos of Lady Asherah, another Red Sea Queen and her daughter, love goddess Astarte.) She is also known as Yemaya Ibu Okoto.

Color:

Indigo, navy blue, blood red

Altar:

Decorate with Jolly Rogers and pirate flags

YEMBO

Yembo may be Yemaya’s mother or the oldest form of Yemaya. Yembo may be the mother of the orishas. Because Ogun allegedly raped her, metal knives are not permitted in her presence or used in her offerings. Substitute crystal, stone, or wood

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (January 25/2021) - The Egg’s Victims

Two people fall prey to the Egg today, as Badboyhalo and Antfrost continue to spread the seeds throughout the SMP lands, growing the Egg’s influence more and more.

Though Puffy’s rescue mission for Sam seems to be a success, he’s acting a bit different...And now Ponk has been taken in as well.

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- Tubbo prepares for the upcoming nuke test. Niki is doing preparations as well.

- Tubbo wants to build a tunnel from Snowchester mainland to the test site.

- Fundy comes to visit and asks if he can help.

- Puffy comes online to try and rescue Sam from the Egg. She’s very freaked out and starts preparing some supplies for the mission.

- Tommy comes online while Puffy is going to get Prime water to help. She wonders if he should know, but doesn’t want to put extra stress on him.

- She’s disgusted that the Egg would commit a hate crime by infecting L’Targay.

- Tommy meets with Puffy at L’Targay, asking where Sam Nook has gone. 

- Sam wakes up in the obsidian cage, sounding a little dazed. He tried to break the blocks but couldn’t seem to finish it. He’s suffering, trapped inside. Sam sends a message to the others.

- Tommy presses the button in the Meeting Room and yeets himself in, falling to his death. Sam picks up the Ender Pearls, but seems too confused to use them. He watches as they make their way through the chamber to the obsidian.

- They break him out of the cage and he gives Tommy back his things.

- Sam tells the story about how he was trapped and ran out of food. The Egg forced him to drop his things before his flesh started falling off so that he could eat it.

- He just wants to go home. He starts wandering in the wrong direction and they try to lead him the right way.

- It’s raining, and Sam says he’s cold. They make it to the Holy Land. Sam keeps repeating that he needs to go home. He wants to be with Fran.

- They bring Sam through the Nether to his house.

- There’s a Crimson seed in the middle of his hall. Sam wanders over to it. 

- He goes down to where he kept Fran and goes to be with her, saying he feels better.

- Sam drinks the Prime water. He says he feels like maybe the Egg wasn’t as big of a deal as he first thought...

- Puffy and Tommy return home. They see Ranboo in Enderman mode wandering around. Sam Nook has returned to his usual spot.

- Tommy speaks with Sam Nook. Puffy decides she definitely needs to work on that therapy office because this server needs help. 

- Puffy starts looking around for Ranboo. She encounters him walking down the Prime Path. He seems to be in Enderman mode.

- Sam sends Tommy on a mission to find some cats as Puffy starts to follow Ranboo around.

- Ranboo hops in the water, then shoots up into the air and disappears. Puffy is very confused.

- Sam Nook asks Tommy for Hearts of the Sea to eat.

- Tommy asks Eret for some Hearts. Eret agrees to give him seven, then one extra, saying that Tommy owes him in the future.

- Tommy and Puffy do a drug deal.

- Puffy tells Antfrost that they saved Sam. Antfrost is a little puzzled. “Saved” Sam? Puffy explains a bit more.

- Puffy baptizes Antfrost with fire, burning him to death for the sake of arson.

- Lil’ Red (Green) has “gone for a walk” and disappeared from Ponk’s Casino.

- Antfrost goes around and surveys the growth of the Blood Vines. He goes down to the Egg Room and gathers five new seeds to plant.

He plants one on the top of Purpled’s UFO.

He plants another in Ponk’s Graveyard.

He plants the next on top of Purpled’s Real Estate Office.

Then the next two in the pools at Bad and Skeppy’s mansion.

The last one is placed on top of Puffy’s duck.

- He then gathers meat to feed the Vines with.

- Antfrost says they need the Egg to cover everything. Including Snowchester as well. 

The Egg is what will bring peace to the server.

The Egg will allow the Badlands to control the server so that they can make sure nothing bad ever happens again.

Puffy and Sam are misguided, but they will learn the better way.

- Antfrost and Badboyhalo get Ponk into the Meeting Room and get him to stand on top of the trap.

- Ponk is sent down into the Egg chamber. He’ll be staying there for a while. There’s also the possibility of them trying to get Purpled to act as a hunter for them.

- Ant and Bad then question how to get Puffy to fall in line. Antfrost suggests they try getting to her through Foolish, her adoptive son...

- They talk about Technoblade. They know he wouldn’t be the biggest fan of the Eggpire, governments and all, but perhaps they could find some common ground with the Egg specifically? The Egg isn’t a government, after all. It’s just the Egg.

They decide to schedule a meeting with him sometime.

- They set up propaganda while Ponk talks in the background occasionally.

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Upcoming events remain the same.