#Matriarch

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Cindy Rizza, Matriarch, 2023, oil on linen.

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[anggrishka]

Final

This is an awesome game

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Dragonfly and the Followers

-Art by Tennelle

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ALIENS

by Krzysztof Domaradzki

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Andrea Kowch, "Matriarch", 2019, acrylic on canvas b.1986, American artist.

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[anggrishka]

Matriarch

She believed she was making things better

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Ms. Tina’s book tour in LA 05.03.25

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[ellies-rambles]

It's strange, I have such a deep desire for someone to view me romantically yet I have no desire to love someone romantically myself. I want to be loved like a matriarch. Loved by a man who worships her despite her wildness. Yet, I would hate to love like that. I could never love him as he loved me. After a time, I feel I would become uneasy with the attention I would receive. It's an amatonormative and heteronormative ideal. I desire the compassion and motherhood that I've seen matriarchs hold. I desire the headstrong opinions of those women. I want to be the matriarch. But I can't love a partner like that. I've never been able to. I desire a friend to climb through bear country with, bells at our waists. I desire a friend to watch the sunset with. But I fear I will never be a matriarch in that world. I must forge the path between the two, the path strewn with leaves and broken glass. I will be relentless, compassionate, and headstrong until the day I die.

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SHE OF THE WOODS

by Bogdan Rezunenko

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[kelzthalasbandtherion]

Your character receives an anonymous package. Within it is a seems to be a bag of extremely fine black and gold sand. A small handwritten card within reads: "Pour me out but don't worry, I'll always return to the bag when you're done." (The sand will magically create the image of a person's face or the entirety of their person as a perfect replica of how you remember them. This person though has to be deceased for it to work. Who does your character think of? Why them? Sending this to a bunch of folks for the holidays so they have a surprise IC gift that might also hit them in the feels! Happy Holidays!)

"Delivery!"

The voice carried through the door as Kelz made her way towards the apartment entrance. Upon unlocking the door and opening it, she was offered a small box from the courier. A few gold coins given in exchange as she took the package inside. Upon opening it, she revealed an ornately wrapped gift.

It was small and had some heft to it. And as she regarded the lack of tag, she felt immediate suspicion. For now, though, the present would be scooped up to rest beneath her arm as she made her way to her family's estate for Winter Veil.

With some coordination with the Majordomo, her gifts were already brought into the family room. A few hours of family bonding and gift exchanges were made, while the strange gift sat unopened beside her.

"Who's that from?" Her brother questioned as he peered around her.

"I don't know. It arrived on my doorstep this morning from the courier. Just... not sure if I'm ready to open it. They didn't leave a name."

Adonis's features darkened as he rose from his seat. A hand was outstretched pointedly. "Let me see that."

"W-What? No, it's a gift. It's..."

"Give it to me."

A disappointed sigh was heaved from her as she picked up the small parcel and offered it up in surrender to him. His hand held the gift balanced on a single palm, while his other hand began to glow with the light of the Eternal Sun. Beneath his illuminated hand the gift rattled with animation, causing both Allasticus and Kelz to shift in anticipation.

The paper that had concealed it burned away, allowing a simple silk black bag to take its place.

"Dad, wait what if it's-"

"Quiet." He said as the bag did not appear to be willed away so easily. It was not transparent from what they could tell, and magic would do little to reveal its contents now. A piece of parchment that had not burned floated towards the floor in response to the rough handling. But it didn't escape her brother's notice as he leaned forward to claim the written message and read it aloud for the Patriarch and his sister to hear.

"Let's pour it out, Dad." She suggested after hearing the instructions from her brother.

"No." He said with cold indifference and sought to pull the small thing away to dispose of it. But before he could get far, he would feel the weight of his daughter on his arm and her brother on the other. A hand waved over the place where his fingers clutched her gift.

"Dad, please! It's Winter's Veil!!!"

Haldir, who had been a silent onlooker throughout this exchange cleared his throat gently. But eventually Adonis would surrender his efforts to keep the gift away. The bag was pulled free as Kelz scurried to settle on the floor. The drawstring to the bag was loosened as the contents of gold and black sand spilled onto the surface. Kelz took in a gentle breath as she set a hand over the particles in hopes to create the image of a memory lost.

But the sand did not form a shape. The magic of this gift required something she no longer had.

"...It doesn't work," she declared with her hand slowly receding from the spilled sand. Disbelief etched on her features as her thoughts spiraled into thinking the gift was some hoax or prank.

Allasticus and Adonis both knew exactly who she was trying to bring back in the shifting sands. But her brother knew the torment that often lived in their father and made no move to try to animate the sand with his own hand. His hand curled at his side as he fought against the turmoil of the Matriarch's absence as well.

Tears that had often been shed on numerous accounts by her family threatened to return. But the motion of the Patriarch taking a knee beside her stopped the tears from running down the course of her cheeks. His hand settled on the sand as it began to stir from his contact and his memories. And as it started to take form, he cast his gaze away in response to the magic unfolding beneath his hand.

A startled gasp left Kelz as her hand sought to cover her mouth. The inexplicable tightness in her chest confirming the image that had been lost to her for years. The first of many warm tears rushed down the surface of her face as Adonis couldn't ignore his daughter's sobs.

The authenticity of her likeness seemed like life was expelled into the room for the first time in a long while. And Adonis could not ignore what his eyes saw. He could remember every part of her and held that image so fiercely that the sand seemed to become hardened by his desire to bring her back. Allasticus took a spot near his sister as they looked at the spectacle that now warmed their home once more. All of which were silent in remembrance of her legacy as the Matriarch, a beloved wife, and their mother. ( @dinthoqaf - you kill me with your asks. BUT I LOVE THEM <3 Q_Q

Mentions: @grumpyoldfker - oops. Sorry Dad :x & @allasticus - SOMEONE GET ME A DAMN TISSUE! )