#but within the culture and spirit of those he fought for

[merriclo]

i love the idea that Wild is a big brother to basically all of the kids in his Hyrule. it’s such a good heacanon that i never see utilized.

[jollyfoxavenue]

In a vast galaxy, the species living across various star systems were captivated by the arrival of a new species of omnivorous predatory apes known as humans. Hailing from a Class IV deathworld, these creatures quickly garnered a reputation for their remarkable ability to survive in environments that would easily kill other species. However, despite their resilience, humans were still in the tribal stages of their culture, dividing their world into different countries and believing in higher beings called Gods.

Among the intrigued species were the Starlings, who shared a similar form to humans, albeit with their blue skin, glowing hair, and advanced technological capabilities. They found it perplexing that humans would connect with a species so different from their own, but they were unsure how to navigate this newfound admiration.

The Starlings' bewilderment soon turned to desperation when the Wedfrghg Empire declared war on their home planet, leaving them on the brink of destruction. The Union of Interplanetary Republics, a once-believed ally, abandoned them in their darkest hour. Yet, amidst the chaos, one species stood by their side – the humans.

Humans, it seemed, would fight to the death for those they loved, an unrivaled ferocity that included even the Starlings. But what truly set humans apart was their unyielding insanity. No sane species would employ pizza delivery as a means of infiltrating an enemy fortress they intended to obliterate. Nor would they tame predators as pets, only to unleash them upon their adversaries. And surely, kidnapping an entire planet's sun was an act of madness beyond comprehension.

Within a month, by Earth's standards, the Wedfrghg Empire surrendered, retreating in utter shock. The Starlings were left in awe of their human allies, just as bewildered as the defeated empire and the Union of Interplanetary Republics.

As the dust settled, a dignified meeting was called on the Starlings' home planet. The humans, now revered as saviors, were invited to join the interplanetary council. At the center of the gathering sat the Starling High Council, their features blending the humanoid form as the humans called it, with their distinctive blue skin and radiant hair.

The Starlings, still struggling to comprehend the unfathomable acts of the humans, addressed them with a mix of curiosity and respect. "We owe you our planet, our lives. But why? What drove you to such madness, to combat the Wedfrghg Empire with such audacity?"

A human representative, his eyes ablaze with determination, rose to his feet. "We are a species born out of chaos and struggle," he began, his voice resonating through the grand hall. "On our deathworld, survival was never guaranteed. We fought against nature, against each other, until we became a species defined by tenacity and innovation."

He continued, his words captivating the room. "For us, courage isn't just found in the ability to face danger but in the audacity to defy the impossible. We may be divided by countries and beliefs, but when faced with threats to those we hold dear, we unite with an unwavering resolve. We may seem insane to others, but it is this insanity that drives us to achieve the extraordinary."

The Starlings listened intently, captivated by the human's explanation. As they absorbed the wisdom in his words, they began to understand the unique essence of humanity.

From that day forward, the alliance between humans and Starlings grew stronger, becoming a beacon of hope and unity throughout the galaxy. The humans shared their knowledge and technology, while the Starlings provided guidance and wisdom, their advanced understanding of science and diplomacy complementing the human spirit.

The rest of the of the universe might feel fear when speaking about humans or Earth, but the Starlings? They felt pretty good about their allies and close trade partners.

[m0chisenpai]

Nostalgia

Pre Avatar Way of Water

platonic!Kiri x Navi!Black!Reader

When Kiri was born a certain warmth filled your life in a way you had not expected. At first you couldn’t wrap your head around how the one who loved you and practically raised you birthed a daughter. And her daughter was like her in so many ways. When you first held Kiri tears cascaded down your cheeks at the gentle baby.

How ironic was it, that just as Grace protected you, you sat here protecting her daughter. She clung to you in a way none of your mates expected.

When Kiri was born you all agreed that she needed and deserved the same love Lo'ak and Netayem received. And you all planned for some time in the future to explain her mother. She learned early, and accepted easily. Perhaps it was the innocence of a chid Neytiri mused.

But you felt something different within Kiri. How she connected with Pandora. It was the same connection ad love her mother had once. How Grace's eyes would light up in the forests and with the children.

Kiri lied on your lap, her head on your leg as you softly sang to yourself, threading and mending the beads together to the necklace for your own little one. 

“Sa’nok” you hummed as her small hands caressed your swollen stomach, “what will the little one be like?”

“Hmmm well, I have the feeling the little one will look like me more than your father. But he thinks the little one will look strongly similar to him.”

“I wish I looked like you Sa’nok.”

“You like your mother my Kiri, she was a beautiful woman with a beautiful spirit. You grow more and more into her each and every day.”

“You knew her Sa’nok?”

You smiled down at those wide eyes as you smoothed the hair from her eyes “oh yes I did. She was a fierce warrior. She fought for this tribe, for the entire forest. I remember when I first met her, do you know what she called me?”

You leaned in and whispered, “Dr.Ginger” and Kiri let out a fit of giggles as she repeated the word past girlish little giggles, “what is ginger Sa’nok?”

“Well when I first came here I was human. And I have this bright..orange hair! But humans call it ginger. So when your mother first saw me she scrunched her nose up and said “where are you heading ginger?””

You felt like a mouse under the gaze of the scientist. Out of habit you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose and pushed behind one of your bright coils. 

“No ma’am I was sent here to assist in the Avatar program.”

 Smoke billowed from the corner of her lip as she carelessly blew the smoke to the side.“And what are your qualifications, ginger?”

Your nose scrunched up as the fire in your ears pooled to your cheeks, but not out of embarrassment. Out of anger, and so you spat out, “for your information Dr.Augusutine you may refer to me as Dr.Ginger. I received a PHD in alien studies with my thesis on the na’vi peoples culture. In fact I wrote and assisted in the publication of multiple papers and mastered the language during my program. So excuse my language Dr.Augustine but I damn sure have just as many qualifications as you.”

The woman's face remained neutral the entire time and you just knew you’d be back to earth on the next ship to arrive. All those years, your sweet and tears. Your sister would be disappointed to hear it, you just know it. 

But the woman's lips quirked in a wry smile as she cocked her head, “how many hours have you logged Dr.Ginger?”

And you cleared your throat “around 400.”

Her hand smacked you on the shoulder which she used to push you further into the lab, “Welcome to the team.”

Unbeknownst to you as you recounted the story, the little girl fell asleep in your arms. Her head resting atop your stomach as you smiled, continuing to brush your fingers through her hair. A reminiscent smile on your face as you watched her features.

The true resemblance of her mother. And as you gazed down upon her, you allowed your own eyes to close. Unknown to you two stray woodsprites floated down to blanket the both of you carried by the gentle breeze of that warm morning.. One upon your swollen belly another on Kiri’s cheek.

[aufi-creative-mind]

I hc that the Bargainer Statues are early depictions of the Fierce Deity (who's true form therefore has 4 eyes), who is referred to as a Kishin in Japanese, which according to folklore, are wrathful, powerful, even scary-looking beings & vicious fighters, but are also deeply compassionate, benevolent, & protectors at there core. They're said to enact just & righteous vengeance for those who've been wronged.

Anyway, my thoughts are that he is the 3rd in the Hylian/Demise triad, being where the Hero's Spirit originates from. I also hc that he created the Sheikah much like how Hylia created the Hylians. (So, if the naming conventions follow, his true name could start with "Shei" or "Sheik.")

Anyway, he's a god of war, the moon, heroism, & death. Which is why Link is always able to see spirits. He gathered spirits & fought or soothed Poes (the enemies) either by fighting them or playing the Song of Healing.

The Dark Clumps being pieces of the pseudo-flesh that spirits form to create Poes & the Depths Set being made from this pseudo-flesh.

Also, I hc that the symbols are actually ancient Sheikah script, which the Fierce Deity taught the Sheikah. And before losing or giving up his immortality, he tasked the Sheikah with taking his place, which is who delivered the spirits to the Bargainer Statues before Link.

This is part of the reason why the Sheikah are so heavily associated with death & graveyards.

As for who the Bargainers are, they are this thing called a bushin in Japanese culture, which there deities have the ability to split pieces off of themselves & create lesser copies that rule over certain areas, but are lead by the source deity. The same is said for the Goddess Statues. Basically, Hylia & Fierce gave up their immortality, but the statues are still being run by their bushin.

Stop me, I will literally talk you ear off if you don't.

Anyway, what are your thoughts??

.................................................... OP. My guy, my gal, my non-binary pal. Why did you drop this on my inbox? This needs to be its own proper post! This is a very fascinating take on the Bargainer and the other known deities in the Zelda world.

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Ngl, I haven't thought much about the Bargainer and their role is since there's so little in their lore. Other than "guiding lost souls into the afterlife without prejudice" and exchanging materials, weapons and outfit sets in return of Poes... (Kinda like how the Goddess Statue exchanges Blessings for Hearts, Stamina and Sage's Wills).

And seeing so many Poes in the Depths in a state of purgatory, makes me think that they are akin to the Grim Reaper of sorts. On top of the Yiga notes about how those "strange statues" would rip the souls out of fellow members if they come too close to it in the Depths.

I also imagine that the name "Bargainer" is a recent title when they were (re)discovered by present-day Hyruleans. And their true name had already been lost to the looooooong passage of time. And for all we know, the "Bargainer" was the god(dess) of the long extinct Zonai people.

That's about as far as I have for the Bargainer.

As for other deities like Hylia, Demise and the Fierce Deity, I don't have much beyond what is present in the games and the popular headcanons shared within the Zelda fandom.

I do have headcanons on how each race and clans interpret these deities and their own faith systems. For example, the Sheikah view Hylia as a "two faced" deity with "light and shadow" themes in their faith. Which is in contrast to their Hylian counterparts who have more clear-cut views on Hylia as the benevolent protector-goddess of their people (And why the Horned Statue exists and is shunned and hidden away).

(Though this is all part of my BotW-TotK Family and Legacy story.)

TL;DR I don't have a lot of ideas / headcanons on who or what these deities are. BUT I do have headcanons on how they are interpreted by different peoples/races.

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But seriously though OP, if you're reading this, you need to create dedicated posts and elaborate more on these headcanon ideas. They have POTENTIAL to become some very delicious reads.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

Because I know we talked about it but also because I know it's smthn u enjoy thinking about: How much has Tarhos corrupted Haru and how much of it is just the darkin is a God, corrupted as he may be, that actually answered his prayers unlike the others?

✧ ── 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 LEAGUE VERSE

Something that makes Haruo and Tarhos' relationship unique is, at least to me, their joined mindspace - while Rhaast and Kayn can communicate telepathically and can read eachother it is still two separate beings bickering with one another. For Haruko and Tarhos the line is much more blurred; they experience eachother's feelings and desires, hear each single thought and even have shared dreams. They are less "two people in one body" and much more "one person in two bodies" in terms of how they can communicate with eachother, I mean technically if we wanted to get really into it we could debate about how there is no true unified "self" but rather a fractaling recursion of self-repeating selves - think about how your conscience talks to you in your own voice or how you ask yourself questions and you answer them - that. Its incredibly complicated to try to explain in a tumblr post but that is how, for myself at least, Haru and Tarhos operate. Tarhos and Haru can hear the other one talking and know its not them doing it but it still feels like their own thought. I hope that makes sense because it's only going to get worse from here -

While that isn't necessarily the question I do think its an important thing to distinct when speaking about them; before Tarhos found a vessel they basically acted as a singular unit anyway - I doubt that mindset would change much once he took over the dragon in Ionia. So, beginning with that I'm going to continue on and say that I don't think Haru was "corrupted" so much as he was validated. Before the Noxian invasion Haruko was most likely living peacefully in Bahrl with his village and family, there was tension between Vastayans and Humans as always but he didn't go out comitting murder for fun. He just simply did not interact with them or care enough to - and I really don't think he cared about or even knew about Noxus. Based on that alone we can see a distinct difference from the past to present, and I do think that has a large chunk to do with Tarhos. Darkin are PTSD ridden forgotten Gods whose last moments feeling sunlight were surrounded by the rise of the Void, and the fall of Azir along with the Empire of Shurima - and when Haruko first found Tarhos, the blade was eager for bloodshed and violence.

Upon first contact their minds partially merged, Haru's strength of spirit was able to dominate and shackle back Tarhos' possession of him for the most part, but not completely. The battle was fought and Haruko fled having lost practically everything within a single day by an unknown force that brutalized without mercy - which I'm sure is an event Tarhos can understand way too well. This is where the validation and mind-merging come into play; even if Tarhos did not actively say anything to Haru at that time, Haru can still feel what Tarhos is and vice versa. Within Tarhos' own bloodlust and hatred towards the Void Haru felt validated and correct in his anger and immediate dehumanization of Noxians; seeing them as a plague to Ionia much like the Void is a plague to Shurima. Once the mind has decided to dehumanize it is very easy for people to fall into acts of violence without any reprise or guilt over them; its happened many a time throughout history and is still happening today. And that is very hard to change once its cemented, particularly through a place of deeply rooted trauma which resulted in a cultural and territorial genocide. One of which the very land has still not healed from.

Haru does view Tarhos as a God too - he is one - and to have those views validated and reaffirmed by something so universally larger than him screams to him that he is correct. Tarhos didn't have any bit of a healthy mindset when they originally met, they were both spiteful and livid at the world around them - and violence always breeds violence, anger breeds anger etc. With Tarhos healing though it does leave an actively larger question regarding that original validation; does it still hold as much as it should? Haru hates Noxians so much and frankly would be fine if they were eradicated, but that seems a very sharp shift for a creature thats lived in relative peace for 300+ years. Anger is often a mask we wear to hide things we're not ready to face yet, its the brain defending itself from whatever ugly can of worms needs to be opened but will really really hurt when it eventually does.

In short, Haru has found comfort, validation, and solace in a bloodthirsty God which reaffirms his fury and approves of it - he isn't getting any help for the legitimate reasons he's like this - and until he does there won't be any end to it. I don't think he was corrupted, I think Tarhos' just helped pour gasoline ontop of a small fire and both of them let it explode without really thinking about the consequences afterwards or why the fire was there to begin with.

[aifanfictions]

Path of Valor

Chapter 4: Hearts in the Shadows

Their journey continued, each day filled with new challenges and uncharted territories. Blaviken was but a memory as they ventured into the heart of the Continent, leaving behind the prejudices of the town. With every step, their bonds deepened, and their camaraderie remained unshaken.

The trio found themselves in Velen, a land shrouded in a sinister atmosphere. It was a place where whispers of ancient curses and malevolent spirits echoed through the marshy swamplands. Velen was a place where even the bravest hesitated to tread, yet it was precisely in these dark places that Geralt, (Y/N), and Jaskier thrived.

In the town of Blackbough, they encountered a frightened group of villagers who spoke of a haunting presence in the nearby Whispering Hillock. The whispers told of an evil spirit, one that could only be quelled by a Witcher's touch. With a silent nod from Geralt, they set out towards the hillock, their path fraught with danger and uncertainty.

The journey was a test of their mettle, as they navigated through the eerie, fog-shrouded landscape. The people of Velen had warned them of the curse, and the ominous aura of the Whispering Hillock only reinforced their fears.

As they reached the hillock, an unsettling silence fell over the group. The air was thick with unease, and Jaskier, normally the beacon of optimism, played a haunting melody on his lute, capturing the essence of the place. The haunting notes seemed to resonate with the malevolent spirit that lurked within.

Geralt, ever the pragmatic Witcher, took the lead, facing the spirit head-on. His silver sword gleamed as he stepped closer to the ominous tree that served as the epicenter of the curse.

(Y/N) watched in awe as Geralt's combat skills and fearlessness became evident. He was a force to be reckoned with, an expert at dealing with the supernatural threats that haunted their path. While admiration for his prowess was not uncommon, it was the subtle ways that Geralt's gaze lingered on her during the chaos of battle that caught (Y/N)'s attention.

It was a glance that held something more, something deeper, and yet Geralt remained the master of concealing his emotions. The connection between them was unspoken, a silent understanding that transcended words.

As they banished the curse from the Whispering Hillock, (Y/N) couldn't help but ponder the complexity of their journey. Geralt's heart was a puzzle, a labyrinth of emotions concealed by a stoic façade. Despite the hardships he had faced and the solitude he endured as a Witcher, there was a vulnerability lurking beneath the surface.

Jaskier, on the other hand, was a beacon of light. His charisma and charm could dispel the darkest of shadows, and his melodies were a testament to his zest for life. He was the bard who brought laughter and warmth to their group, a contrast to Geralt's stern demeanor.

With the curse lifted and their mission in Velen completed, they ventured towards Novigrad, the bustling heart of commerce and culture on the Continent. It was a city where the elite rubbed shoulders with the destitute, and where every alley held secrets and stories.

In Novigrad, they found themselves caught up in a web of political intrigue and dangerous alliances. Geralt's expertise was invaluable in navigating the treacherous waters of the city, while (Y/N)'s wit and adaptability proved essential in deciphering the hidden motives of those they encountered.

As they delved deeper into the city's underbelly, their lives were constantly at stake. The dangers of Novigrad were a test of their strength and trust in each other. Through every perilous encounter and narrow escape, Geralt's unwavering protection of (Y/N) was a testament to their unspoken connection.

During one tense night in Novigrad, they found themselves cornered by a gang of thugs who had been hired to silence them. Geralt's sword flashed, his combat prowess on full display as he fought to protect his companions. Jaskier, unaccustomed to such violent confrontations, held his own with unexpected courage, swinging his lute like a makeshift weapon.

In the chaos, it was (Y/N) who stood her ground with determination and quick thinking. With her crossbow aimed true and her knowledge of the city's labyrinthine streets, she proved to be an invaluable asset. The trust they had developed was unwavering, a silent understanding that went beyond mere friendship.

Yet, amidst the clashes and narrow escapes, a lingering tension between Geralt and (Y/N) became undeniable. It was in the moments of respite, the stolen glances, and the protective gestures that the bond between them grew more palpable.

In the heart of Novigrad, their journey reached a turning point, and (Y/N) found herself questioning the enigma that was Geralt. His emotions were a labyrinth, and she wondered if her presence had unraveled a thread of something more within him.

Their adventures continued, taking them through tempestuous seas, haunted forests, and treacherous lands. The trio encountered deadly creatures, ancient magic, and uncharted territories. As the world revealed its secrets, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel that Geralt's emotions were like the dark corners of the Continent—full of mysteries, waiting to be explored.

The Witcher's heart, enshrouded in shadows, remained a puzzle, yet (Y/N) sensed that with time, patience, and the unbreakable bonds forged through shared experiences, those shadows might one day yield to the light.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[senatushq]

NAME. Caradoc AGE & BIRTH DATE. 2,013 & September 16th, 10 AD GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Demon ( Familiar ) OCCUPATION. Unemployed FACE CLAIM. Douglas Booth

biography

( trigger warnings: death ) The harsh land of Ancient Britain was simply up for the taking when it came to the Romans. The Catuvellauni tribe had gained their own fame within Britain, the tribe of “war-chiefs” that pushed them to the top in the southeast of the island. This was the culture that Caradoc was born into. Friends of the druids who held mystical power, the tribes of Britain warred amongst themselves over the land that was provided to them, with the help of the druids that were stationed within each. Caradoc was born into freedom, in the midst of a Roman expansion. His brother was older, wiser – but brash and ambitious. Caradoc figured he must’ve got some cunning from his mother, a lowly woman who’d come to power beside his chieftain father. 

History was set to repeat itself as Caradoc grew up among the green hills and forests of Britain, fighting and learning what it meant to be diplomatic. The Romans began expanding, targeting the druids amongst the tribes of Britain to wipe out as many as possible. There was always speak of rebirth when it came to druids, but Caradoc knew what that meant – it was an excuse to be absent. War was beginning to rage on, and Caradoc simply wished to survive. His personal life was nothing to be excited about – he’d flitted amongst men and women within the tribe, never settling and claiming that it was the wild spirit within him. He prayed to the Morrigan for strength, to the All Mother for peace – but nothing was ever answered.

In time, Caradoc learned to take what he wanted. That’s what their tribe had done for centuries, anyway, and the only person standing in his way was his brother. Caradoc didn’t have to do much, not in the sense that some would think. He won the hearts of the tribe; of the men and women warriors who took up arms against the Romans. If anyone were to be victorious, it would’ve been him. Revenge, he’d whisper amongst the people. He’d speak of how his brother was too hardheaded, that he would never lead them well. It’s what caused the mantle of leadership to pass to Caradoc, a ruler once more, loved and revered by the tribes that he’d convinced to join them in their cause against the Romans. 

Even the death of his brother did not stop him. Caradoc could see his future – to gain enough glory that would get him to Rome, to leave the hills of Britain and the tribes that did not know gold, did not know power. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do everything he could to make his name known. The governor of Rome had it out for him, the barbarian that had fought back time and time again. During one of his last stands, Caradoc found himself in chains. His army was decimated, it would retreat into the hills of Britain, be taken over by Boudicca, but that’s where Caradoc’s story ended. 

At least, it ended in Britain. He’d thrown away who he’d used to be when he was carted to Rome, as the governor paraded him around in chains. A barbarian, he’d claimed, but while he knew what would happen to those he’d convinced to continue fighting in his homeland, there was something else for Caradoc in Rome: infamy. His wit was something to be envied, where his biting words of how he’d die a martyr like Vercingetorix convinced the Roman governor to show mercy. His chains were broken, and he was set free. Caradoc, however, was far too eager to remain in the city of stone – any kin left behind forgotten about immediately. His greatest vice was to want – he lusted for fame, for little gleaming trinkets that he could hold in his hand and covet. Every now and then he wanted to love and be loved, in some strange twist of fate that always ended poorly because of something he did wrong. 

His life was more or less whatever he wanted in Rome, where he got what he wanted and passed away among all his trinkets and fame. None of that was taken to the inferno with him, where the winds buffeted him at all times – storms cracked above him. It was a deep and meaningless place, muted and without color to someone who had always seen things in brilliant shades. It’s the want that drove Caradoc mad. There was nothing for those who pushed people for vengeance, who tainted hearts black like his own and sent them forward in a righteous quest when all Caradoc had ever wanted became his. The expense of others was something that he didn’t consider, never had. 

It’s why when he met another tortured soul, one who had felt the same aspirations as he had once before, they’d collided in mutual understanding. It was something ridiculous, to find love in a pit that could torture souls until there was nothing left. Not for Caradoc, not one like him who understood what it was like to get what he wanted in the most ridiculous of circumstances. He also knew what it was like to sweet talk, what it was like to understand someone in a place where there was nothing but dull emptiness. 

When the time came, when there was a witch calling for a familiar – it was the soul he’d fallen in love with that had gotten there first. Moments before exiting, moments before they were free – Caradoc a step behind. He called out to stop them, some ridiculous goodbye. He felt like the Caradoc of old, the one who’d loudly proclaimed and won the hearts of Roman citizens to procure his freedom instead of death. This was no different. Their defenses down, it was Caradoc who shoved them back and walked out victorious. 

A young witch was awaiting him on the other side. Dark curls and bright hazel eyes. There was no fight to be had – it was a pact of blood between witch and familiar. Caradoc would bide his time in the mortal realm, stand at Raffaele’s side when he needed him. Rome apparently was calling him back, little remorse for the soul he’d left behind. Caradoc was on his third chance at this point, and well, who was he not to live his life to the fullest once more? All things glitter and gleam, and he’d take what he wanted.

personality

+ witty, loyal, ambitious - dramatic, petty, violent

played by Lauren. est. she/her.

[hobbyspacer]

The Right Stuff - Folio Society edition

The Folio Society has released a special edition of The Right Stuff, Tom Wolfe's famous book about the Mercury Seven astronauts. Andrew Chaikin, author of A Man on the Moon provided a new introduction and also worked ... closely with Folio and illustrator Tavis Coburn on the visual look and feel of the book, which takes its cue from 1940s comic art and Soviet posters of the time. The illustrations portray the astronauts as Cold War heroes, and Coburn’s beautiful retro-futurist cover design perfectly captures the aesthetic and spirit of the early Space Age.

Title page of The Right Stuff edition published by The Folio Society including one of the illustrations by Tavis Coburn. When The Right Stuff hit the bookstore shelves in 1979, two decades had passed since the famous press conference that introduced the Mercury Seven astronauts to the nation. Long gone was that Space Race era of the late 1950s and 1960s when astronauts and rocket launches were spotlighted in a never ending parade of front page newspapers articles and magazine cover stories. The 1970s certainly saw major space developments including the  Apollo-Soyuz linkups in orbit, the construction of the Space Shuttles,  deep space science missions, and a revolution in communications, especially the distribution of TV programming, by commercial satellites. For most of the public, though, space began to fade quickly from view after Apollo 11 and was almost completely out of sight by the late 70s. The press considered space passé and relegated most space news to back-page science and aerospace niche categories. https://youtu.be/9GjfGXBkvqY So it was quite a surprise to many, especially cognoscenti of American culture, that a writer of Wolfe's stature and hipness would do something as odd as write a book about astronauts. Those Space Race era articles had consistently portrayed astronauts as rugged paragons of courage and patriotism at work and faithful husbands and steadfast fathers at home. Such trite eulogies left the astros looking like dull NASA figureheads rather than full-blooded frontiersmen. And worse, at least from the astronauts' perspective, many people believed the astronauts did not actually pilot their spaceships but rode passively in capsules directed by bow-tied, white-shirted, chain-smoking nerds in Mission Control. Readers of The Right Stuff discovered that the astronauts were, in fact, complex 3-dimensional individuals with diverse personalities and backgrounds, often with private lives that crossed rather than toed lines of strict decorum and restraint. Most of the 60s astronaut corps came from the military test pilot world where death defying  feats were daily duties and bar binges nightly rites. Wolfe framed the Mercury Seven within that test pilot culture and its ethos of courage, deep technical know-how, and precise decision-making while under intense physical and mental stress. Proving you had the proverbial right stuff to handle any and every thing a fire-spewing capricious metal beast could hurl at you while far above the ground  was the test pilot's central goal in life. Wolfe held up Chuck Yeager as the iconic aviator with the most righteous right stuff of all.  Yeager had flown the first vehicle to break the sound barrier and was revered by his peers as one of the greatest pilots ever. The lack of a college degree disqualified him from the astronaut corps and he initially dismissed the astronaut's  role in space missions as nothing more than spam in a can. The Mercury Seven, however, proved him wrong when they successfully fought to expand their role in the operation of their space vehicles far beyond what the hardware designers had envisioned. The Right Stuff is thus primarily a book about that test pilot world and not about conquering space. As someone who was a space cadet from his earliest years, the book highlighted for me the fact that most of the astronauts were not born and bred space enthusiasts. From their earliest years, they wanted to pilot the fastest and highest-flying planes, not settle Mars. Regardless of their lack of keen interest in humanity's expansion into space, they were clearly the best-qualified candidates to take the first vehicles there. And, of course, many of the astronauts did eventually become strong public advocates for space exploration and development. It's great to see the Folio Society honor a great book like The Right Stuff. It's an important book that should be read by anyone who wants to learn more about the beginnings of the Space Age and the magnificent men who flew the first space machines. Read the full article

[ear-worthy]

Arielle Nissenblatt Says "It's Never Too Late To Celebrate Father's Day With Podcasts"

Did you know that Anna Jarvis, who was instrumental in having Mother's Day designated as an official holiday, ended up hating that day toward the end of her life? Why such disdain? Because Jarvis hated the crass commercialism that accompanied Mother's Day, and the sense that celebrating mothers was now only a one-day affair instead of a daily event. 

Just a few weeks ago, we celebrated Father's Day. And in that same spirit of continual recognition for the role fathers play in our culture, Ear Worthy is publishing an essay from podcast consultant, podcaster (Trailer Park: The Podcast Trailer Podcast), and podcast influencer supreme Arielle Nissenblatt about podcasts that encapsulate the true spirit of celebrating fatherhood.

In Nissenblatt's wonderful essay, she recommends several podcasts related to fatherhood. As the creator of the consistently helpful and crowdsourced podcast recommendation website, EarBuds Podcast Collective, Arielle knows a thing or two about podcasts that can inspire, inform, or make us laugh and cry.

So here you are. From Arielle Nissenblatt:

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It’s Father’s Day season! There are some podcasts that by dads, for dads. Some that are by dads, for others. Some that are by others, for dads. And then there are all the other podcasts out there that, when the season comes around, they bring us all the feels via dad content. 

I love when a podcast breaks format to bring us holiday-specific episodes. And there’s something about Mother’s and Father's Day episodes that warms my heart. Maybe it’s knowing that the hosts that I admire and follow week after week on their podcasts also have loving, beautiful, complicated, tough, and otherwise completely human relationships with the people that brought them into the world or raised them. There’s something about Ira Glass co-hosting an episode of This American Life, isn’t there?

I know these holidays can be tough for folks – whether it’s because they have complicated relationships with their parents, they’re missing their parents, they’re struggling with their relationships with their own kids, and anything in between. But I hope these episodes shed some light on the nuanced relationships that can exist within the dad-verse.

Here are some of this year’s best dad-specific podcast episodes in honor of Father’s Day 2023:

Talk Easy with Sam Fragoso

A Father’s Day Special with Sarah Silverman

In this episode, host Sam Fragoso interviews comedian Sarah Silverman. They reflect on loss, caretaking, and her new special, which is called Sarah Silverman: Someone You Love. Silverman and Fragoso spend a good deal of this conversation sharing the legacy that her father left with her. We even get to hear a voice note that he left her, which will leave you both laughing out loud and crying.

The Heart

DAD: Forgive and Forget

Kaitlin and her Dad fought so much when she was a teenager that the family calls those years '“World War III.” She tells the story of what happened after she left home and decided to love him anyway. As she became an adult, therapists and friends urged her to examine what really happened in those years. When she tries to talk about it with the family, she knows she has a big decision to make.

An Army of Normal Folks

Coach Bill Courtney: “I Was Miserable on Father’s Day, Until…"

Father’s Day can be a tough one for many. But what if you’re able to turn it around later in life? That’s Bill Courtney’s story. Listen in for a difficult yet redemptive tale of fatherly love.

DILF (Dad I’d Like To Friend)

When Mom Becomes Dad

This episode wasn’t made specifically for Father’s Day, but I wanted to include it here because it shows a different side to fatherhood and this holiday. In this episode, host Kevin Seldon interviews someone who began their parenthood journey…as a mom!

Modern Love

The Marriage Proposal That Wasn’t

Bob Morris could tell that something was changing with his elderly father: His car was clean, his manners had improved, and he had a shine in his eyes. He had a new “lady friend.” Her name was Arlene. Arlene loved Bob’s father, but she also set clear boundaries with him. She didn’t want to care for him when he got sick and — despite what Bob’s father led Bob to believe — she didn’t want to marry him. In this episode, Anna Martin talks to Bob about his father’s last love story. Then, she talks to Arlene herself about a misunderstood marriage proposal and the limits of love. 

Wikilisten

Father Part 1 and 2

Each episode of this show is a deep dive into a Wikipedia page and then some commentary from hosts Victor and Rachel. In this two-episode series, we learn about the Wikipedia entry for Father’s Day. “Father�� has many meetings, and this Wikipedia entry attempts to make sense of some of them.

The Moth

I Will Be Your Father Figure

In this episode of The Moth, a live storytelling show, we hear stories of fathers and fatherhood. Get ready to feel loved, excited, embarrassed, and everything in between. 

Kelly Corrigan Wonders

Thanks For Being Here Amy's Dad Harold "Wes" Westlund

Amy Zuckerman shares a remembrance of her late father Harry “Wes” Westlund. Wes was a special man whose dream of becoming an Air Force fighter pilot was taken away just days before he was to receive his wings, due to a heart murmur. Amy says that although her dad lived his entire life under the threat of a heart defect, he had no issues at all with his capital “H” heart. He was a loving, caring and kind man who made all around him feel comfortable and welcome.

Here’s to the dads, the dad figures, the parents, the guardians, and everyone in between. And here’s to podcast listening, which brings these stories to our ears week after week. Happy listening!

[yhwhrulz]

Worthy Brief - December 23, 2022

Let the light break through!

Judges 7:16-19 Then he divided the three hundred men into three companies, and he put a shofar into every man's hand, with empty pitchers, and torches inside the pitchers. And he said to them, "Look at me and do likewise; watch, and when I come to the edge of the camp you shall do as I do: When I blow the shofar, I and all who are with me, then you also blow the shofars on every side of the whole camp, and say, 'The sword of the LORD and of Gideon!' " So Gideon and the hundred men who were with him came to the outpost of the camp at the beginning of the middle watch, just as they had posted the watch; and they blew the shofars and broke the pitchers that were in their hands.

When God called Gideon to lead Israel against their enemies, He wanted to show that a small army empowered by God was more effective than the largest armies. But notice how they fought – without weapons that an army would normally use. They fought with shofars and lamps! They fought with weapons that the world would consider ineffective, yet triumphed mightily over their enemies. They shouted as loud as they could, sounded the shofar, and broke the vessels that held the fire so that their lamps burst through with brightness.

This breaking of the lamps of clay holds a powerful metaphor for us. If we too are "earthen vessels" holding the fire of God – the Spirit of God within us, then a "breaking" of the outer man is necessary for His inner light to burst through. Victory can come out of brokenness. Our old life of self, often called the "old man", when truly crucified and broken, will give way to the release of the Lord's Spirit of God in our lives. The death of our Lord has broken the power of our self-life since we were crucified with Him. Walking in that awareness brings light and victory.

let the love, joy, peace, and all the fruit of the Spirit breakthrough in your life. Your old life of Self has been and is being broken, as Yeshua's victorious light shines through your earthen vessel this Chanukah season.

Your family in the Lord with much agape love,

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[rootslosangeles]

3 Creativity-Inducing Strains You’ll Find at a Dispensary in North Hollywood

Every dispensary in North Hollywood will have a packed menu of strains that serve different functions. Some are great at killing insomnia. Others are used to stimulate appetite, while a handful is known to provide a creativity boost for those who are in a rut.

If you’re part of the latter, this article is written just for you. Here, we have three different strains that could help get those juices flowing.

Jack Herer If you know your pop culture history, you’re likely familiar with the name Jack Herer. He’s the late great cannabis activist who fought for the decriminalization of marijuana until his death. And as an homage, cultivators developed a strain just for him. The Jack Herer strain is a potent Sativa that will wake your spirits up.

After a few puffs, you’ll feel a strong sense of light-headedness, but with a clear mind and ready to take on any creative task.

Sour Diesel For some people, it’s the pungent smell that makes Sour Diesel memorable. But for those who want to get out of a creative slump, this one provides that exact remedy.

Not only is Sour Diesel a known provider of relief for pain, stress, and depression, but it’s also an energizing Sativa accompanied by a cerebral high. It also hits hard and fast, and you’ll feel its effects within just a few moments.  

Bubble Gum Now, if you’re looking for a strain that will give you a boost of creativity while also putting a smile on your face, Bubble Gum will do that for you. Those who’ve experienced its kick also claim to have provided a much-needed cerebral boost and mental stimulation.

The good news about this strain is that it contains 17% THC. That isn’t too high by today’s standards, making it suitable for beginners and veteran smokers alike.

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[corvidstoneage]

Ronin pt. 1

TW: Graphic violence.

This short story takes place in my "Peninsula" world a couple weeks after the fall of the second age. It follows a young Sklann warrior and is intended to showcase the Sklann culture and traditions I didn't get to explore much because my players decided to create a shadow army and destroy the world. go figure.

The Sklann culture doesn't deal with gender in the same way as we're accustomed to but I don't have the language finished yet so apologies for the weirdness with pronouns.

Hopefully I have enough material to make a series of sorts out of this. Again, this is unedited. Enjoy!

My legs burned as I crested the top of yet another hill, my clan’s menuki sitting heavily in the pouch on my right hip, my sword seeming much lighter on the left. It seemed like I had been walking for months since I left home, though it had only been that morning.

I started down the next hill with a sigh and tried to shake the memory. Early that morning a rider had come barreling through our gates. Most of the family was out in the fields trying to salvage what they could from the ash storms of the week before. So it was me and my cousin Emry who were at the house to hear about the incoming army.

“An army of shadows” he had said, his horse shuffling nervously as he spoke. “They don’t feel pain and they don’t bleed. They’ve slaughtered my clan and taken our menuki.”

I flinched at that. A clan’s menuki collection was one of the most important things it had. Another Sklann wouldn’t take menuki even in the worst times of war. Menuki were literally family, dead family sure, but still family.

I scarcely heard the rest of what he said before running towards the family temple checking my sword as I went. I knew it was there, it was always there, but it made me feel a little better to check. A single sword wouldn’t do much against an army but carrying a spear and armor everywhere wasn’t exactly practical.

I slid off my sandals as I ran up the stairs and through the beautifully carved archway, the cold stone oddly calming on my bare feet. Behind me I could hear Emry blowing the horn to call the rest of the family home.

Before me were the massive set of wooden drawers containing my clan’s menuki. Each tiny drawer was inscribed with the name of the person it contained. Most of them were still empty. Our clan wasn’t that old. One day my own name would be on one of those drawers and my own menuki would be within, my spirit and experience bound within it.

I lit the braziers to either side of the drawers and drew my sword. It glittered in the firelight as I placed it on the low table in front of the drawers and began to sing my clan’s war song.

The melody, simple and strong, started from my own lips and echoed in my grandmother’s menuki in the hilt of my sword, soon grew to an almost deafening volume as the rest of the stones joined in.

The horn in the background trailed off and I soon heard Emry’s voice join the melody as another sword joined mine on the table. We glanced at eachother for a moment before I began the descant, Emry continuing the melody beneath.

It would be both of our first actual combat and I thanked our ancestors, both in my heart and in the music, that we would have eachother and the will of our ancestors to aid us.

Emry finished the melody and began to sing the descant with me, our voices raised over the humming of the menuki. We sang of blood and war, we sang of the family we fought to protect and the family that had fought to protect us, and most importantly, we sang of the peace to follow the battle.

The humming rose and fell and I felt the ages old magic wrap around and through me, the rest of the world seeming to fall away. I reached out for my sword, held it horizontally in front of me, and sighed as I felt the spell complete, binding me to my menuki and my grandmother’s menuki to me.

As the music died away I sheathed my sword and turned to the doorway, reaching for Emry’s hand as I did. A brief squeeze assured me that I wouldn’t be alone physically and my grandmother stepping into my bones from her menuki assured me I wouldn’t be alone spiritually either.

Together we stepped out of the temple and into chaos. Emry’s parent group was armed with spears and shields and was struggling to close the gates as a group of people seeming to seeth with dark mist piled over eachother in an attempt to get in.

Looking up I saw several of Emry’s younger siblings on the roof of the house looking scared. They all had their bows but couldn’t get a good angle through the gate without hitting their parents.

Grabbing a spear and skjoldor from the side of the house, I ran to help defend the gate. Emry took the position to my left and as the youngest members of the shield wall we maneuvered to the left flank where the more experienced warriors would be covering us with their shields.

As we got into position the gates slammed open and one of the people outside lunged forward; unnaturally clawed hands lunging for Tauri, one of Emry’s parents. ddey were immediately struck in the left side with a spear but seemed not to care, running up the spearhead until ddey slammed into the cross piece and the point jutted grotesquely out their back. ddey stuck there then, eyes hungry and claws scrabbling at the spear shaft, still trying to overrun our shield wall.

Tauri shoved forward and the horrible thing that used to be a person stumbled backwards, dark smoke curling from the gaping spear wound, and was replaced by several more similar creatures.

We fought there for what felt like both hours and at the same time less than a minute. I stabbed and cut with my spear and shoved them away from Emry as best I could with my shield in the cramped confines of the shield wall but gradually we were pushed back under the onslaught.

We had only moved maybe ten feet back when Emry suddenly stumbled and fell. I looked down and saw blood. A lot of blood. I froze there looking at my best friend in horror.

“Stop just staring and help me up! My knee’s cut but I can still fight”

I jolted into action, dropping the spear and covering Emry with my shield as I pulled ddem to ddeir feet.

“Kids! Go guard the temple! They cannot be allowed to get the menuki.”

I didn’t know who said it but I grabbed Emry’s hand, my shield and spear forgotten in the dirt, and ran for the temple.

[kala-ya-aan]

Love Is...(2022)

[Prod. DJ Nemcis]

by Hazienda

Love, lays the

foundation for home

Unless love is shown

theres no way of

knowing, what love is…

Love holds on, forever

Love is stripped

Of, deception & pretence

naked, not ashamed,

even in a moment of terror,

knowing love, means

never letting go

Love is like…

no other connection

Love speaks for

the heart and soul

Love is a bridge

between heaven

& all that grows

beneath,

love is found

With no direction

it’s reflected,

remembered

and felt with no

In betweens

[chorus/hook]

Without L-O-V-E

where would we be?

love is all you need

it’s all i bleed

without love

we can not coexist

i think it stands to

show and define

the very essence

of your being, to a T

Love is so special

you can’t mistake it

for anything else

it keeps all confidence,

believes all things,

hopes all things,

endures all things

that’s word

to Corinthians

chapter 13 verse 7

it was written

one can not simply speak love

related to anything

or anyone existing

you may repeat love,

but it means nothin’

if he who says it

dont reciprocate the love

& she who gets it

must respect

a love like that

is anything but

2 be heard and believed

know what i mean?

love is love

(but what exactly is it?

ain’t it just a man made image?

or a magnetic attraction

chemical reation between two people?

& why in the world should we trust

something that can change from

affection to hate at any given minute?)

love

its more than a kiss

It resurrects faith

instills it in our hearts,

it’s a transformative power

teaching us values &

lessons everyday

It builds us to

reconcile a consciousness,

of unity, removes hate

And, evokes the

necessity of change

Love by definition, is

brought with intention,

and will, it’s a choice

Love is the deepest

Thought about investment

In every culture in the world

its more than a simple endeavour

Or a fatal attraction to a girl or boy

Love, is fought for within,

Held for dear life in every war

Love is boundless

But yet still so secure,

some around the planet

may know it different

Call it mi amor,

mahal kita or j’etaime,

but no matter where you go

the intensity of this desire

Is ripping at the seams,

ready to bust

lifting you up higher

And since day one you knew i loved ya

and i always got your back..

and since day one you knew i loved ya

and i always got ur back and just like that

no matter where you from where you go

or where you at love will never switch up

and change simply just because

it’s a promise of everlasting life

it’s relief from smoke

it’s ya team from home

its the most explosive addictive vice

there’s ever been love is hope

it’s emotions

it’s intimacy at a zero price

love exists freely between him and her

you and me us and them

by no coincidence it’s reflected in our souls determined to reach the stars like homeboys

with two kindred spirits from the first hello

fist bumping each other when game recognizes game…and if you can’t say love

I send this 1 out to

the broken hearted

N those who can’t discuss it

I’m start this with

I love you, with no regret

its no discussion,

Till the depths of the earth

I’ma rep for your worth,

And�LOVE YOU TILL IT HURTS

Bombard you with love

till takes over u

hard like a drug

with no kinda

come down effect,

come, come now

I know you were

disappointed,

Disillusioned,

but, we must open

Our hearts if we

want love to enter

N begin like the revolution

there ain’t no greater

act of kindness,

Its the only way of remebering

that commited or afraid

love is the possiblity of realising

from here on now and near after

we may live in the same

garden, as adam and eve

We’re we can be ourselves

& love with no assumptions

Cus, we’ve had

it all along

love is love

[antiquitiesandlabyrinths]

Egyptian Astrology and Calendar

(credit)

Modern beliefs regarding ancient Egyptian astrology stem mainly from two reliefs - the Dendera zodiac, found on the ceiling of the pronaos of a chapel room dedicated to Osiris within the Dendera temple of Hathor, and a papyrus labelled the Cairo calendar that came from an antiquities collector in 1943.

In order to comprehend how the Cairo calendar and the Dendera zodiac, we need a basic understanding of how Egyptians counted their years.

- They had three seasons, each about 120 days, and each divided into four months of 30 days. Within those months were 10-day weeks called decans. To solve the unevenness of the earth’s tilt, they had five epagomenal days.

The seasons were thus:

• Akhet; Inundation, generally from June to September. It was the flooding season in which the Nile grew in size.

• Proyet; Emergence, which came after the flood.

• Shomu; the Harvest, within which you can assume what they did.

The beginning of Akhet was marked not by a specific date, but by the emergence of the star Sirius, which usually preceded the flooding of the Nile.

Now that that’s out of the way, an important fact to mention about ancient Egyptian horoscopes is that they weren’t especially specific, and the horoscope applied to everyone in that one day, not just a certain one. The options daily consisted “"Favorable", "Mostly Favorable", "Very Favorable", "Adverse," "Mostly Adverse," and "Very Adverse.”” For example, most of the days displayed on the Cairo calendar are marked as “Very Favorable” or “Very Adverse.”

Commonly these titles are affected heavily by what events of mythology happened on that day in the ‘past’. The day in which Horus fought his uncle Seth, and consequently losing one of his eyes, was regarded as a very adverse day. On other days in which there were parties and/or happy peace on heaven and earth, the days were called favorable.

The last part of an ancient Egyptian reading on astrology and horoscopes is essentially telling the person what they should do because of that good or bad luck. On the day Horus fought Set, Egyptians were advised to stay in their homes.

To sum up:

Egyptian astrology contained the classic 12 constellations. These were formed from 36 groups of stars called decans. Each decan had a God to go with it and covered 10 degrees—or ten days—in the calendar. So, the 36 decans each having 10 days made up the 360 day calendar, and once you add the epagomenal days (in which Osiris and his siblings were born), you get 365 days. Fun fact: the epagomenal days were essentially half a week of straight partying.

There are 12 astrological signs, as previously mentioned. They all have Gods or Goddesses that represent them and the people born under the 30-day (or 3 decan) timespan each of them are owed. They show the character, strengths, weaknesses, skills, and behaviors of their people.

Before I get into the signs, I’d like to mention that because we don’t have the full story on Egyptian astrology, and because Egypt’s history spanned such a long era and overwent many changes, there are two different ways of practicing ancient Egyptian astrology. One is to attempt to assign traditional dates based off decans, which is the one I am referring to, and one that filters in the influences from other cultures such as Babylonia and Greece.

Let’s get into the actual signs themselves, now.

Amon-Ra

Dates: Jan 8-21, Feb 1-11

Similar Signs: the Nile, Horus

Colors for men: yellow

Colors for women: orange

People born under Ra tend to be generous and stumble easily open great opportunities for success. They often reassure others and are good at inspiring people. Seldom will your life be mediocre.

Anubis

Dates: May 8-27, Jun 29 - Jul 13

Similar Signs: Bastet and Isis

Colors for women: purple

Colors for men: sienna

Like Anubis himself, people born underneath his sign are intelligent and easily gift compassion, while simultaneously carrying a darker presence of thought within them. This does not make them a bad person—it simply means they understand the inherent darkness in the world, an understanding that can sometimes make them seem fatalistic, or, at times, extremely ambivalent. These people may find it difficult to healthily maintain a happy love life.

Bastet

Dates: Jul 14-28, Sep 23-27, Oct 3-17

Similar Signs: Sekhmet, Horus

Colors for men: yellow

Colors for women: grey

Those born under Bastet assume much of the role that Bastet herself occupies in the Egyptian pantheon of Gods. They seek peace and harmony within themselves and in their relationships with others. Since they care deeply for many things, some have a tendency to overprotect and devote themselves to their loved ones, while forgetting to maintain their own health. They have a great intuition and easily pick out secret enemies within their social groups.

Geb

Dates: Feb 12-29, Aug 20-31

Similar Signs: Seth, Horus

Colors for women: red orange

Colors for men: violet

Geb as a God within the pantheon acted as a sort of mediator, coming in to overlook agreements and pledges to make sure they were of good intentions. With that information it’s not hard to see why he was representative of a guardian of life, a sweet, submissive, and peaceful image. People born in his stead are often writers, administrators, or counselors. They can be highly sensitive and very impressionable. Empathy can run at an all-time high with the way Geb raises those born under his name above the sins of vanity.

Horus

Dates: Apr 20 - May 7, Aug 12-19

Similar signs: Geb, Bastet

Colors for men: carmine red

Colors for women: gold

Those born beneath Horus’ wing have fierce, intense personalities, highlighted by an intelligence that easily attracts people to them. The width and variety of their knowledge can give them an ‘all-knowing’ image to an outsider. In order to reach the full potential of Horus, they must learn to control their rebellious tendencies early on before they get too far ahead of themselves. They may have a special respect or appreciation for mothers and wives.

Isis

Dates: Mar 11-31, Oct 18-29, Dec 19-31

Similar signs: Osiris, Thoth

Colors for women: blue

Colors for men: white

Isis is another Goddess considered a mother Goddess—a protector of innocents. People born under Isis earn her special protection and tend to have an air of hospitality about them. It woild be well advised for these people to seek out positions in life in which you will be able to protect or give life. Judge people fairly and be receptive, but keep your standards.

Mut

Dates: Jan 22-31, Sep 8-22

Similar signs: Ra, Thoth

Colors for men: brown

Colors for women: carmine

People born under the sign of Mut adopt many of the Goddesses’ traits, which can result in a melancholic, sometimes secretive persona. They have a shyness that can create frustration when it comes to their romantic and sexual life. Still, they contain within themselves a rich inner life, and can have lots of wisdom to give. They may find themselves, throughout life, searching for the goodwill of others and the protection of a father figure.

The Nile (mine!)

Dates: Jan 1-7, Jun 19-28, Sept 1-7, Nov 19-26

Similar signs: Ra, Seth

Colors for women: Deep blue

Colors for men: Vivid red

Those born under the Nile are peacemakers and lovers of the finer things in life. They believe they owe it to themselves to live in an awakened and aware state. The Nile watches over all—the resurrection of Osiris, the defeat of Seth, and the forming glory of Horus. People of the Nile are wise from this, tolerant of many different types of people, and have the capability of an extreme tenderness towards others. They want to be free from the bonds of ignorance but, like how the Nile brings both fertile earth and corrosive silt, they can be a victim to the everchanging tides of their emotions.

Osiris

Dates: Mar 1-10, Nov 27 - Dec 18

Similar signs: Isis, Thoth

Colors for men: yellow

Colors for women: green

These people may have two distinct sides of themselves. Despite that, they are kindly prone to generosity towards others. They have a passionate, fiery pull within them, but can simultaneously be quite vulnerable. When faced with a predicament, they may find difficulty in acting in both a quick and wise manner.

Sekhmet

Dates: Jul 29 - Aug 11, Oct 30 - Nov 7

Similar signs: Bastet, Geb

Colors for women: turquoise

Colors for men: green

Those born under Sekhmet are observant, somewhat controlling, and at times, very telepathic. Very rarely do they indulge in their deeper desires. Their sense of right and wrong can be muddled in their head. Despite that they have an intense inner, and often outer, beauty, occupying themselves with an unearthly gracefulness.

Seth

Dates: May 28 - Jun 18, Sep 28 - Oct 2

Similar signs: Geb, the Nile

Colors for men: blue turquoise

Colors for women: black

Seth is a curious God, and despite the inherent darkness surrounding him in most Egyptian mythology, he is not a truly ‘evil’ God. Those born under his sign are free spirits, like Seth, and are wanderers, also like Seth. They search for an innate wholeness and believe they can find that in the surroundings they find themselves in. Oftentimes they must endure hardships and go through many adventures before finding that part of themselves. Once they feel complete, though, they have an intense inner power. They easily learn from their mistakes and possess a strong sense of tenacity.

Thoth

Dates: April 1-19, Nov 8-17

Similar signs: Bastet, Isis

Colors for women: white

Colors for men: pink

Similar to Thoth, those born under his wing are enthusiastic and inventive. Mediocrity in themselves and others can have a tendency to frustrate them. Even with that though, they scorn any type of meanness towards others. They have a tendency to take brave risks that can either harm them or further themselves as people. They abhor losing their sense of the world, and misdoing others.

[void-tiger]

The TP Gorons are arguably the best in the franchise.

Their mines are also full of Sheikah/Twili tech.

Conclusion: the Gorons sheltered as many Gerudo and Sheikah in their mines fleeing the so-called “Interloper Purge” through the Mirror of Twilight or getting locked into Old Kakariko to literally be sealed in to die. The survivors became those who established New Kakariko.

This is why after Darabus is healed from the Fused Shadow piece he idiotically touched, the Gorons are furious with themselves for not defending New Kakariko from annihilation and take an active interest in Malo’s efforts to raise funds to fix the destroyed bridge and capitalist takeover of the Castle Town store to jumpstart Kakariko’s economy—despite doing so harming their own merchants’ enterprises. They made a pledge, they failed to keep it (despite having their own inner crisis and Death Mountain’s eruptions making it too dangerous for the humans to visit them), and they plan on making restitution for that failure.

Which, at some point Eldin relents from the Purge, and entrusts the Gorons with a Fused Shadow despite their defiance in protecting the Gerudo and Sheikah. (Also: for Midna to even have a piece while within the Twilight Realm, and for the Fused Shadows to react so violently to the Descending Twilight, and the Fused Shadows only being safe for a Twili to touch but never a Light Dweller…the Fused Shadows were made IN the Twilight Realm, then confiscated by the Light Spirits.) Eldin is also worshipped by New Kakariko’s residents—bird of prey imagery is EVERYWHERE—in a way that none of the other of the Four Light Spirits are. At most Lanayru’s Den is a tourist trap. And the snakes on the Fused Shadows are arguably a “And FUCK YOU in particular!” from the Twili. The Twili’s prophesy of a Blue Eyes Beast granting them salvation and gifts of the Sols are probably also from Eldin.

It’s also interesting that Eldin has both a Bird Form as well a name that invokes, well, Din—the Sheikah are associated with Winged Imagery (often Hylia in later games) and Wisdom with Owls being incredibly common in the oldest games (although one Roc Owl is apparently an old Hylian Sage? But that’s only through WoG—I have never seen anything in OoT confirming that the Owl is the Light Sage, especially since that same Sage continues to exist and assist from the Sacred Realm.) Din is associated with the Gerudo, and Ganondorf being granted the Triforce of Power at the time of his botched execution by a “Divine Prank” is arguably Din protesting what is happening to the Gerudo and intervening directly…but doing so too late.

(If you want a Golden Goddess of mercy, it’s Din. Even the Oracle by the same name is characterized by her kindness and empowered with powers that sustain nature, while Nayru (although not cruel) is better known for her cleverness. Since it’s been speculated for some time that the Oracles are the Goddesses reincarnating themselves into human forms, much like the main plot of SS with Hylia&Zelda and Demise&Ganondorf.)

It’s also interesting that the Light Spirits in addition to having names that are associated with specific goddesses (Ordona’s is Din—which in addition to the Kokiri Spiral being embroidered into the Ordonians’ white tunics they also have a variation of the Gerudo Symbol’s “boars eyes” accenting their clothing as a repeating circle pattern), they also reflect specific Values with their physical forms

-Ordona is a Goat. Goats sustain the Ordonians

-Faron is a Monkey. Only monkeys live in those woods

-Eldin is an Owl/Raptor. New Kakariko have Raptors woven into many of their decorative textiles, along with Owls (and Rocs) always having roles and symbolism in the franchise.

-Lanayru…is a Snake. With the exception of Vasu’s pet snakes, they are exclusively fought…as Enemies. And while Owls are associated with Wisdom in western culture (which the Zelda Franchise has always borrowed heavily from for many of its aesthetics and symbolism), snakes…are associated with…well. Deception. (And considering it’s Lanayru who gives you that traumatizing vision despite Link’s obvious discomfort then later attacks Midna instead of Zant and doesn’t really apologize for it…well.)