#crystal tree benefits

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How to Choose the Right Amethyst Crystal Tree for Your Needs

Are you considering adding an amethyst crystal tree to your collection? These beautiful pieces not only serve as stunning decor but also carry various metaphysical properties that can benefit your well-being. However, with so many options available, it’s important to know how to choose the right one for your specific needs. In this guide, we’ll explore the factors to consider when selecting an amethyst crystal tree.

Purpose and Intention: Begin by clarifying your intention for obtaining an amethyst crystal tree. Are you seeking spiritual healing, stress relief, or simply aesthetic beauty? Understanding your purpose will help guide your selection process.

Size and Shape: Amethyst crystal trees come in various sizes and shapes, ranging from small desktop ornaments to larger statement pieces. Consider where you plan to display your tree and choose a size that fits the space appropriately. Additionally, pay attention to the shape of the tree – some may have more branches and clusters, while others may be more minimalist in design.

Quality of Amethyst: The quality of the amethyst crystals used in the tree can significantly impact its energy and effectiveness. Look for trees with vibrant purple hues and minimal inclusions or imperfections. High-quality amethyst will emit a stronger energy and provide greater benefits.

Energetic Alignment: Each amethyst crystal tree carries its unique energy signature, influenced by factors such as the source of the crystals and the craftsmanship of the tree. Trust your intuition and choose a tree that resonates with you energetically. If possible, hold the tree in your hands and feel its energy to determine if it aligns with your own.

Intended Use: Consider how you plan to use the amethyst crystal tree. If you’re primarily interested in its aesthetic appeal, focus on finding a tree that complements your decor style. Alternatively, if you’re seeking specific metaphysical benefits, such as calming energy or enhanced intuition, look for trees that are known for amplifying those qualities.

Personal Connection: When selecting any crystal or gemstone, it’s essential to forge a personal connection with the piece. Take your time exploring different options and choose the one that speaks to you on a deeper level. You may find yourself drawn to a particular tree without fully understanding why – trust your instincts and embrace the connection.

Budget: Set a budget for your amethyst crystal tree purchase and stick to it. While high-quality specimens may come with a higher price tag, there are plenty of affordable options available that still offer beauty and energetic benefits. Remember that the value of a crystal extends beyond its monetary worth and encompasses its spiritual significance as well.

Care and Maintenance: Finally, consider the care and maintenance required for your amethyst crystal tree. Keep it cleansed and charged regularly to maintain its energetic properties. Additionally, avoid placing the tree in direct sunlight for prolonged periods, as this can cause fading of the amethyst’s color.

Conclusion

In conclusion, choosing the right amethyst crystal tree involves a combination of practical considerations and intuitive guidance. By clarifying your intention, assessing the quality and energy of the tree, and cultivating a personal connection, you can select a piece that enhances your space and supports your well-being. Whether you’re drawn to its beauty, its healing properties, or a combination of both, an amethyst crystal tree can be a valuable addition to your spiritual practice and home decor.

FAQs

Q: What is an amethyst crystal tree?

A: An amethyst crystal tree is a decorative object made from amethyst crystals arranged to resemble a tree. These trees are believed to harness the metaphysical properties of amethyst, such as calming energy and spiritual protection, making them popular in holistic and spiritual practices.

Q: How do I choose the right amethyst crystal tree?

A: When choosing an amethyst crystal tree, consider factors such as size, quality of the crystals, energetic alignment, intended use, personal connection, budget, and care requirements. Trust your intuition and select a tree that resonates with you on a deeper level.

Q: What are the benefits of having an amethyst crystal tree?

A: Amethyst crystal trees are believed to offer a range of benefits, including calming energy, spiritual protection, enhanced intuition, and stress relief. Many people also find them to be beautiful decorative pieces that add a touch of elegance to any space.

[yandere-3-sagau]

Yandere!SAGAU x Secret!Creator!Reader Part 2.5

Short Summary: After encountering a group of hilichurls on your way to Inazuma, you discover the benefits that come with being the creator of Teyvat. (i couldn’t sleep so i decided to keep my flow of thoughts going.)

characters: Xiao

warning(s): blood, violence, heart attack, ooc characters, xiao being weird

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ✧: *.☽ .* : ✧.───

You’re on your way to the harbor, pushing Grandpa Fuyi in his wheelchair. The grass crunches beneath your feet as you put a bit more force in pushing him. The two of you travel on the outskirts of the town away from the dirt path that leads to the main town.

Not long ago, a deep feeling told you that if you were to enter through the main town you’d definitely run into Zhongli. Just the thought of it sent shivers down your spine. To avoid being seen, you decided to take a detour.

As you’re walking, you see a group of hilichurls resting with their weapons laid by their side. You slow your pace, being very careful with your movements…but as your eyes scan the area, you feel your heart drop in your chest. Not far from the group of hilichurls, you see the large figure resting against a tree beside them… a mitachurl.

It’s your first time ever coming across one and even from a distance away you can tell how large they really are. Their size in real life is incomparable to the size you’ve seen on your screen. The sheer size of the monster makes you freeze in your tracks. Sweaty hands tightening on the handles of Grandpa Fuyi’s wheelchair, you slowly begin to back away. However, the squeak of the wheels, albeit quiet, is enough to wake them.

They, jump up, alert. Their eyes immediately turn to the two of you, snarls echoing into the air. The mitachurl wakes as well, the ground shaking as it jumps up. Their loud roars wake Grandpa Fuyi up. He realizes the situation you are in and you can feel how hard he’s shaking through the handles of the wheel chair. You too, are filled with terror, not only in fear of your life but for Grandpa Fuyi’s.

Despite his fear, he yells at you.

“R..Run… run away!” His voice finally snaps you out of your trance and you quickly begin to wheel him away as fast as you can. But your pace isn’t fast enough and Grandpa Fuyi knows this as well.

“Child… leave me…”

Your eyes widen and when you process his words, a tear falls from down your cheek. The glittering crystal falls to the ground as you continue running.

“No!” you tell him. Your voice is shaky, a stark difference to Grandpa Fuyi’s which is surprisingly steady. It’s as if he’s accepted his fate.

“It’s alright… I’ve lived long en-“ you interrupt him immediately.

“Are you insane?!”

You keep on running. You hear a low hiss in the air and you stumble, cursing when you feel a sharp pain in your back. You head twists, glancing down behind you to see golden blood dripping from your clothing and an arrow sticking out from your lower back.

Your pace slows from the pain, sweat dripping down your face. You can hear the footsteps grow louder and the ground shakes heavily from the mitachurl’s stomps. A slight turn of the head tells you that it’s too late to run as the mitachurl has caught up.

Unable to run any longer, the gears in your head turn fast as you think of way to get out of the situation. The mitachurl is only a few feet away from you, your body now filled with adrenaline.

The mitachurl swings his club, you can feel the wind as it comes down towards the two of you. As a last attempt to protect him, you shield Grandpa Fuyi with your hands up, hoping to take the majority of the blow.

Just as you feel the club collide with your arm, a golden light blinds you. The light clears and all of a sudden you see the monsters launched away from you, slamming into the ground, their bodies slowly disappearing.

Who… who saved us?

Your eyes scan the surrounding area for your hero, until you realize that it’s only you and Grandpa Fuyi. Realization sets in and you stare at your hands in shock.

Did I… was it me?

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Granda Fuyi gasping. You turn to see him grasping at his chest. It seems like the weight of the situation finally weighed down on him as his face is scrunched up in pain.

“My chest…” you kneel by his side, eyes wide. You panic once more, not knowing what to do. He’s having a heart attack.

Amongst your racing thoughts, an idea flashes in your head.

I-I’m the creator, you think.

You stare at your hands before placing them on his chest. A few seconds pass and nothing happens. Grandpa Fuyi’s groans of pain continue, frail hands clawing at your hands on his chest.

Your pillar, the one person to help you, is dying and you can’t do anything about it. Your hands shake, tears falling down. The tears harden into crystals, some bouncing off onto the floor, the others piling onto his legs as you lean over him. Grandpa Fuyi is too dizzy from the intense pain that he doesn’t even notice.

The time you spent together flashes through your head. You think of the times he helped you, the times he stayed awake late at night to comfort you when you couldn’t sleep from the fear of unfamiliarity. His kind smile and his corny jokes that took you a while to even understand.

As you’re lost in your thoughts with your crystal tears still steaming, a small light suddenly flashes from where your hands are placed against his chest. Letting out a gasp, you wait for the light to die down.

Grandpa Fuyi begins to relax and his eyes flutter shut. Your heart drops in your chest. It isn’t until you hear the soft sounds of his breathing that you realize he’s fine. You let out a cry of relief, resting your head on his knee.

Finally, you start to calm down and your breathing evens out. However, as the adrenaline leaves your body, the pain starts to sink in. You reach for your back, flinching as you feel the wooden arrow stick out. You curse, unsure of what to do. You know if you pull it out, blood will rush out like a champagne bottle with the cork popped off… but if you try and get help, your identity as the creator will be revealed.

Your eyes squeeze shut for a moment before you open them and grab a shirt from your bag. You rip the shirt into strips and roll up one of the strips into ball. With a deep exhale, you reach for the arrow, hoping for the best. Your hands pause, scared of the pain that is soon to come. However, with no other options, you force yourself to build up courage.

Finally, you rip it out, the pain of your skin tearing causing you to cry out. You can feel the blood pour out of you so you quickly press the cloth ball to your back and apply pressure to the wound. You wince and bite your lip to silence the scream you want to let out. Using the other strips from the ripped up shirt, you clumsily wrap the wound as best you can.

Finally finished, you let out a sigh, the pain still radiating from your body. After a bit, you realize you’re still out in the open with the sun almost completely set. The danger starts to sink in again, so you stand up, ignoring the pain. You wipe your hands, thankful for your black clothes that hide the golden blood stains before rushing Grandpa Fuyi to the harbor. As you rush, you forget to clean up the crystal tears and puddle of golden blood you left behind from the disaster you just experienced.

Filled with desperation and the need to leave Liyue, you don’t notice the figure standing on a hill not far from you, watching as you leave.

—

Xiao was doing his nightly rounds when he heard the echoing stomps of a mitachurl. He quickly rushed over to the danger, spear grasped tightly in his hand.

He arrived just as the mitachurl attacked you. Xiao cursed, seeing the mitachurl’s club collide with your arm, thinking he’s too late.

However, he’s shocked by the golden light that erupts from your form, knocking back the monsters and destroying them with a bright flash.

Xiao’s feet are locked in place as he finally takes a good look at you. At the golden liquid that seeps from your body and the crystal tears that pile on the ground. His heart is pounding in his chest so hard, he swears he can hear it.

Is he hallucinating?

He’s trying to make sense of what he saw but by the time his racing thoughts slow down, you’re gone.

Dazed and unsure of reality, he slowly shuffles over to the place you were just at, the scent of blood growing stronger as he draws near. Xiao drops to his knees beside the puddle of blood and tears. His hands shakily touch the heap you left behind. A choked gasp leaves his mouth as looks at the warm, golden liquid on his hands. Just by touching it, Xiao feels like his karmic debt has somehow lessened just a bit.

It’s you… it’s really you…

He’s delirious, unable to control his actions as his hands scoop up more of your blood, bringing it close to his face as if he wants to cover himself with the proof of your existence.

Xiao wrestles back his self control and his rationality returns. Though he’s able to calm down, the need to see you remains. Xiao jumps up to his feet, ready to chase after you but he stops in place.

What would he say to you?

That he knows you’re the creator?

What would you think of him?

Surely you’d be disappointed with him for not coming in time to stop you from getting hurt. Xiao doesn’t think he can handle it if he saw you stare at him with disappointment. Just the thought of it makes his heart clench.

Although he’s reluctant, he fights the urge to follow you. It takes a while and several deep breaths but he’s able to tame his impulsiveness. Now, somewhat calm, he bends over to collect your tears, very carefully placing them in his pocket like they’re his most prized possession. After collecting your tears, Xiao leaves, intending to share the news of your arrival with the other adepti.

—

You arrive at the harbor, breathing heavily. Grandpa Fuyi is still fast asleep. With a slight limp from the pain, you go around asking each of the ship members which boat you can take to Inazuma. However, each of the ship members give you the same answer.

The only ship leaving for Inazuma is the Crux. Despite it be being black, your clothes are still soaked with golden blood. You’re unsure if you can handle the chance of meeting both Beidou and Kazuha without them noticing anything. You want to give up but the radiating pain from your wound fills you with a sense of urgency that forces you to accept.

That’s how you find yourself in the lowest deck of the Crux, surrounded by sleeping ship members. Grandpa Fuyi lays on a cot by your side, not once waking up from his deep sleep.

You wait for a while, making sure every one is asleep before heading to the small bathroom. There, you take the time to thoroughly tend to your wound as well as wash out the golden blood from your clothes. As the last of it slips down the drain, you stare at yourself in the mirror, thinking back to all of the events that occurred.

You start to wonder, what other powers do you have?

You decide to experiment. Thinking back to aspects of the game, your thoughts land on one of the most useful devices… waypoints. The traveler is able to use waypoints to go anywhere they want in Teyvat. Deciding to put your powers to the test, you think of a place you want to go to. You rule out Inazuma, since the Crux is already on its way there.

Still unsure of any limits you may have to your powers, you decide on somewhere nearby, hoping that if it does work, you’ll still have enough juice to teleport back. Although you feel a bit wary on entering Liyue again, there’s a part of you that doubts the teleportation would even work.

This doubt allows you to close your eyes and concentrate. Your mind forms the image in your head and you feel a sudden rush of power. When you open your eyes, you’re exactly where you imagined, inside the Wangshu Inn.

You smile widely, excited over having discovered a very useful power.

“Y… Your grace,” a voice full of wonder calls out to you from behind. Your head snaps to the side, all excitement draining just as quickly as it came.

Xiao’s yellow eyes are wet as if he’s about to cry. A loud thud reaches your ears as he drops onto his knees in front of you. Ever since he saw you, your image was constantly on his mind. Because of your sudden appearance, he thinks that truly heard him, his desire to see you so deep that you decided to answer his prayers. His eyes are filled with an intense admiration and a twisted sense of worship.

“I-I… It’s an honor-“

“Fuck.”

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There's a plentiful supply of nature and ecology writers that criticize "Anthropocentrism" and tell readers that we shouldn't consider ourselves more important than other life forms, and then they write things that are like "We evolved to live in Nature in a Natural environment...Long ago humans lived as hunter-gatherers instead of farming and domesticating animals...But when civilization was created, man unnaturally subjugated and modified plants and animals...Bringing them under human control for his own benefit...Man replaces natural ecosystems with artificially created "post-natural" environments...Now humans live in an unnatural environment that is separated from Nature...and i'm like buddy. do you even hear yourself

Since I have access to a bigger library now, I've explored "deep ecology" and "green anarchism" and "Biocentrism" a bit more and what i've seen is still kinda silly. The writers have very thoughtful theory and philosophy of diverse subjects relating to morality, society, power, and liberation, but...they just don't know very much about Nature.

I mean several things by that: first, they're not clear on the boring, practical details of things like food systems and the way construction alters ecosystems, second, they don't try to clearly define what "nature" is, and third, they act like "nature" has a clear definition anyway.

Now nature is pretty much undefinable anyway, a couple possible definitions are "all things that exist, have existed, or are possible in the universe" and "the thing that a forest has that a parking lot doesn't." You can say "biodiversity," but every space has biodiversity, and it's not clear how much biodiversity a space is "supposed" to have, we're just going on vibes. And the vibes are right, in a way; I visited an old-growth forest and it was DIFFERENT than any place i'd ever been in a way that is hard to describe. A flourishing, biodiverse ecosystem is different than a parking lot, a lawn, a monoculture field of corn. They say it's good for your health to be "in nature." What does that mean? At what point does a place become "nature?" How many trees does it have to have?

Something that is so painful to me is when people write "Human activities" as a cause of biodiversity loss. This is an act of cowardice. WHICH human activities? Name them.

A lot of nature and ecology writings treat humans like they have an anti-biodiversity force field that emanates from them. They write like lands on Earth are each contested between two inversely proportional forces, "Nature" and "Humans."

Without any more information, this is ethereal bullshit on par with crystals having energies. I am totally perplexed at the lack of curiosity about the specific causes and details of "human impacts." The division of habitats by so many roads and relentless speeding of cars with no way for wildlife to cross...the dumping of massive amounts of poison into soils and water...the wounding and disturbance of topsoil...these are the "human activities," but we can imagine a world without such destruction, and we can create that world.

Too many essays and papers talking about Nature non-specifically, an Idea of Nature, a Concept that everyone just intuitively knows. Nature is...you know...wildness! and trees! and...well, you know, NATURE!

And we do know! When we step out into the parking lot surrounded by low, squarish buildings and blaring signs and the stink of car exhaust, we know that something is very wrong with this place! Even we find these horrible un-places harsh and unwelcoming.

But it is very hard to imagine something different, because the other type of place, the place that is beautiful and soothes the spirit and is full of life, is by definition the place where humans only go to visit, the complete opposite and inverse of a place where humans work and live! Wherever humans live, shop, eat, fulfill their daily needs, that place is Not Nature.

The huge mistake, is that we believe that it is necessary to have places that are Not Nature. We believe that for humans to exist, areas must be set aside where the very concept of Nature is utterly obliterated.

From this imaginary and dismal point of view, we have to carefully confine our own lives to places that are utterly poisoned, sterilized, made into a hostile wasteland, and leave all the rest of the living biosphere to itself in pristine preserves.

And in this imaginary and dismal point of view, the one that divides Earth into Nature and Humans, it is okay to poison and to sterilize and to destroy, because humans must live SOMEWHERE, therefore Nature must be utterly excluded from at least SOME of Earth.

BUT...WHAT IF EVERYWHERE IS NATURE? What if the dandelions in the cracks of the pavement, the lichens growing on the park bench, the wildflowers on the side of the road, the sparrows in the parking lot—what if they are all Nature just as much as anything else? What if they too are sacred? What if it is our responsibility to see the connectedness of all life and to care for all ecosystems, however broken and hurt they may be?

What if Nature is not distant and abstract, untouched in some pristine place, but always reaching out, digging into the crumbled concrete and gravel and compacted ground, clawing to return to us and bring us back home?

It does not take away from the value of the old-growth forest or the unplowed prairie if we open our eyes and see even the scraggliest patch of overgrown weeds for the powerful manifestation of Nature it truly is.

Nature is not a place or a thing. Nature is the Movement, the Endless Happening, constantly alive throughout all life, the way of all things being family, the way of all things taking care of each other, the way of all life being constantly transformed through one another. You breathe the breath of the trees of your home, you drink the water of the streams of your home, you eat the sunlight that falls on your home, grown in the soil where all things go to be transformed through death into a new form of life, fed by the mycorrhizal network, pollinated by the bees, wasps, flies, and moths, nourished by the bone, blood and manure of beasts, and ultimately the fertile river valleys where agriculture first began, were replenished by the rich silt that washed down the river, which came from the forests in the mountains that shed their leaves to make a feast for a million decomposing critters, which is how the rich soil is made.

In this way they all take care of you, and in return you are asked to Live—to take care of them in return, to live as part of the great family of everything alive, to live, to live

What are human activities...? Deforestation? Mining? Spraying pesticides? Building housing developments? But is that all? Are we inherently a "bad" and "destructive" species, or is our ability to acquire and pass down knowledge, use tools and novel behaviors, alter our surroundings, shape ecosystems, adapt our lifestyles almost infinitely, and persist in almost any environment, simply incredibly powerful for good or for evil?

First of all, what better way to demonstrate a contrast to anthropocentrism...than to compare the impact of humans alone to the impact of an ENTIRE KINGDOM OF LIFE, the fungi????? Of course all of Fungi are more important than one single species??? Wtf?!?!?

But also, we should not convince ourselves of our own insignificance and worthlessness to the biosphere, because in the same way that individual self-loathing can be a way to avoid the hard work of loving oneself and advocating for the love one deserves, collective self-loathing as a species is a way of avoiding the responsibility we have to other life forms.

How can this author not think of a single role Humans play in the ecosystem?? What species plants trees, saves seeds, documents rare plants, rescues injured animals and heals them, raises orphaned chicks, manages controlled burns, digs ponds, thoughtfully harvests in anticipation of future seasons, mercifully culls in understanding of suffering that cannot be fixed? What species writes a new chapter in the genome of the American Chestnut so it can be saved from extinction? What species mends the broken kakapo egg with sticky tape? What species addresses their own habitat with that fondest name of Home?

[germiyahu]

I loved your post on affordable Judaica

Synagogues will have Shabbat siddurs, for everything else there's debit MasterCard a bunch of different, free, siddur apps. They have apps for the megillot, too, which I download ahead of each chag/fast for easy access. There's even an easy online page for funeral rites.

Fancy Kiddush cups tend to have either an annoying plastic insert or leave a metallic taste in your mouth. Lots of people I know have moved on to these stylized glass/crystal cups. Much less expensive, dishwasher safe, and equally beautiful.

also, if you sidle up to Israeli Tumblr or Facebook, you'll probably be able to find someone willing to mail you stuff and/or someone travelling who's able to bring you stuff. Judaica here is like shampoo—there's the fancy boutique stuff, but there's also supermarket brand things (literally; we bought our Hanukkiah in the supermarket) that are perfectly nice and perfectly affordable, but naturally don't ship overseas.

It can very well be considered צדקה to donate Judaica, so if you genuinely can't afford anything, and if you genuinely have nothing appropriate to use (though one of my classmates uses a ceramic mug he and his wife made on their honeymoon so the limit on what's appropriate is pretty far off in the distance), there is no shame in asking people for help.

You're not commanded to buy Yair Emanuel polished brass Tree of Life Shabbat candlesticks... you're commanded to beautify the Shabbat table. It's not about money, it's about what you find beautiful. What you find meaningful. I would recommend saving for a more expensive item, at least one, if you plan on starting a family, so that you have something to pass on to your kids. But at the end of the day, what's more valuable? A Kiddush cup made of real silver or real crystal, or the story behind your chintzy little ceramic mug that your grandchildren will be telling stories about?

At the very least, a benefit of being involved in a Jewish Community is you will inevitably interact with people of older generations, which I think a lot of Gen Z is just not really doing these days? These people have tons of experience and can give advice, for what to get and how to find it and how to budget for it.

Also a Shabbat siddur can get you through weekdays, depending on your level of observance. Especially considering most shuls don't even have weekday services, so the prayers you do at home are going to be similar, and the main difference from what I can tell is the Shabbat siddur has more in it, so it's a process of cutting out things you don't need on the weekdays. Again it depends on your stream and level of observance. But you are going to need a Machzor.

[atopvisenyashill]

Once again making family trees, partially inspired by this post here. I was just trying to throw in as many muppet names as possible really.

Grover wants them to side with the Greens so I gave him a Bracken wife bc they initially wanted to side with them. I also think the continued cousin on cousin slapfights are funny. Imagine being cousins to the Lord Paramount and they still choose to side with the Blackwoods.

Elmo gets a Piper wife because he resents his grandfather for living so long, knew he’d choose to back Aegon the moment the boy was born, so he married another Rhaenyra loyalist so the blacks would have support in the Riverlands.

Kermit marries Sabitha Frey’s daughter Elayna because he loves his Lads and Sabitha is a Lad. He has a son, Wembley, named after the Fraggle.

Oscar starts the Stormbreakers (that part is canon) and marries a rich noblewoman in Braavos. He has two children, Breha and Kylan, both named after Gelflings from Dark Crystal. Kylan, being a cadet branch born in Essos, married Vale heiress and uses his contacts from Essos to get them both FILTHY rich. Breha married a Reacher. Why? Because I wanted the girls to have Muppet names and I thought "Fossie" as a nickname for Fossoway (aka Fozzie Bear) worked AND I found another reacher house called Risley and I thought that worked for "Rizzo" (aka Rizzo the Rat).

Wembley marries a Dustin - the book mentions that both the Blackwoods and Tullys benefit from the Northerners who stay in the Riverlands so I figured part of that benefit is, ya know, brides! I chose Dustin since Roddy the Ruin was a Dustin and it feels likely he’d have several younger sons or grandsons that stayed for a time in the Riverlands. Wembley’s son is canon because we know there’s a Medgar Tully in The Hedge Knight who has a six year old son.

Medgar dies and leaves his eight year old son as Lord Tully. In canon, they describe the boy as being “surrounded by women” so I gave him a shitton of aunties (like Fossie and Rizzo). Oscar’s descendants through Breha come back to the Riverlands to influence their very little cousin, as do Wembley’s many daughters!

Zooey Shawney is a reference to Zoe from Sesame Street.

Pink Missy Crakehall or Melissa Crakehall was fascinated with her cousin’s stories of Tyroshi fashion and was known to dye her hair pink, hence the name. Yes this is a Miss Piggie Reference.

Janys Keath aka Janice from Doctor Teeth’s Electric Mayhem

Red Rose Smallwood is supposed to be both Red the Fraggle and Rosita from Sesame Street.

Large Marvin is also a Fraggle!!

[arealphrooblem]

kindly requesting a fire powered hero and a plant powered villain. the hero doesn’t understand why the villain is so upset when they set fire to their plants

bonus points if the villain calls the hero a monster..

make it angst then fluffy >:}

love your writing 💖

CW: mentions eco terrorism, poison

The Hero came to in stages. Their thoughts moved sluggishly in their head like sap. Their heart beat pulsed like a faint drum beat, steady and uncaring.

They couldn’t remember the last thing that happened to them. Everything was sensation. They tried to catalog them, just to make sense of something.

Noise came from everywhere, a cacophony of chirps and buzzing, of distant howls. Something was cold and hard beneath them. They could not move.

“You’re finally awake.”

Hero groaned and squinted in that general direction of the voice. A blurred figure leaned against something tall and brown — a tree trunk? They  pushed off and sauntered closer to the hero. Recognition flashed in the hero’s mind as the figure came into focus.

Villain.

“You,” they whispered.

He raised an eyebrow. “Me.”

Awareness washed over them in a sudden wave. The cacophony crystallized into birdsong and animals. They were strapped to a rusted sheet of metal with scraps of steel tied together with vines.. The canopy above them was the ruins of an abandoned building.

The last thing they remember . . .was walking into their house after a late night grocery run.

“How did I get here?” they demanded.

The villain just looked at them.  

“What do you want with me?” The Hero tried again.

Again, that same smug stare.

The Hero pulled experimentally against the

“Did you know that plants can feel pain?” the villain asked, conversationally.

“ . . .what?”

The villain stroked a fingertip down the length of one vine. One of the leaves curled around it like a hug. “When you level an entire ecosystem for a shopping center, when you rip up flowers for bouquets that die out in three days, when you burn them with fire . . . “

His gaze locked with the hero’s, eyes cold. “ . . .it hurts.”

The hero swallowed thickly, feeling oddly guilty. Which was ridiculous. They burned the villain’s plants because he used them to cause harm.

“When you pull a building down on people, or destroy power plants in the middle of winter, or choke someone with vines, it hurts too,” they retorted.

“This world is hurting far worse than a handful of civilians.”

“It’s not their fault. You’re punishing the wrong target.”

“They benefit from the exploitation of the Earth. You reap what you sow.”

“So everyone forced to participate in society is punished for society’s transgressions?”

The villain gazed down stone-faced and unmoved.

“I didn’t bring you here for a philosophical debate,” he said.

As if the discussion of human life was philological. Theoretical. And not very real people that die in his crossfire.

“Then please enlighten me,” the hero said dryly.

The villain leaned forward until their noses brushed. Hero sucked in a breath at the sudden proximity.

“This is a warning,” the villain murmured. His hand slid up the hero’s neck and buried itself in the hero’s hair, tugging sharply so the hero had no choice but lock gazes with him.

“If you burn my plants again, I will kill you.”

“With what? The plants that I burn?” Hero scoffs, but a disquiet lodges in their chest at the threat, delivered so matter of factly. Like a foregone conclusion.

Said plants slide up the hero’s chest and wrap around their throat, tightening like a boa constrictor until the breath comes in tight, shallow little bursts.

“Can you burn poison? Can you burn away the fire in your blood as your life leeches away. Can you burn away the feeling of your limbs and organs failing you? Can you burn away falling asleep and never waking up again?”

Real fear constricts breath far more efficiently than the vines. The villain had never used such a tactic before, but of course it would be easy for him. Such horrifying things lived in innocent leaves.

“How do you live with being the monster you are?”

The retort sounded childish even to Hero’s own ears but they couldn’t stop the words from spilling out.

The villain gave them a smile, tinged with sorrow and malice like a damasked rose.

“I’m not the only monster here. Perhaps you should be looking for them instead of chasing me.”

Days later Hero watched the news with numb horror as clouds of billowing black poison infected the air from a wrecked train. Listened with growing anger as pitiful excuses were tossed out, as details of the devastation to both land and people piled up. Years and years to regrow and rebuild. Ecosystems ruined. Towns abandoned.

And as the weeks crawled by — no one held accountable. No one considering the responsibility of such careless error worthy to take.

I’m not the only monster here. Perhaps you should be looking for them . . .

Hero had no point of contact for the villain. It took days to track him down.

“I found a monster,” they had said. “Maybe we could take it down together.”

The villain grinne. “I thought you’d never ask.”

[autumns-apple]

Linger | Young Cillian Murphy X GN! Reader

(Linger - The cranberries)

Summary: Ever since you met cillian you always new you could get away with one another “play the game of love” but who knew it would cut you so much when he was beyond sweet

Warning: angst, unrequited love, fluff?, suggestive connotations

(This is one of the very first “big” stories I’ve ever tried to write on here my apologies if it’s bad, please let me know if so I’m trying! Thank you!)

Angel eyes

Crystal blue, blue so clear you could swim in them

“It’s me tearing me apart Is ruining everything I swore, I swore I would be true and honey, so did you So why are you holding her hand?”

Those same eyes you always knew you could get lost in. The same ones he’d look at you with when he’d hold you late at night, after your almost nightly sessions. Wrapped around in satin sheets, naked under those dim lights that filled him room. Breathing in his heavenly scent. Only was it behind closed doors when cillian would get soft with you, touch and caress you, that loving and gentle expression he’d always give you when he’d kiss you goodbye.

“Is that the way we stand? We’re you lying all this time? Was it just a game to you”

The same expression he’s giving her. You swore you’d let him go this time, let him walk away this time, no questions asked “I can’t stay” he stated. You told yourself his words didn’t hurt, they never did you said. If that was the case then why was it killing you when you saw him touching her. Brushing her hair away from her face, going in for a kiss , hold her hand. You didn’t mean to follow him out it was a “simple mistake” you said. When your legs carried you trailing behind him on his way to a date like his pet, the one thing you hated being. It was no more then 9:00pm early enough to still be in his sheets the one place you longed to be at this very moment. Not the dimly lit restaurant you found yourself standing in watching him enjoy himself. Longing for you to be sat opposite him. Cillian always held you so tight yet tenderly, you always secretly knew it meant nothing just something friends-with-Benefits did. That’s what the rules were from day one. At least that’s what he told you.

“But Im in so deep you know, I’m such a fool for you, you got me wrapped around your finger”

Since the very first day you met cillian it was love at first sight . The year was 2001 you remember it clear as day, you worked at a small bookstore just outside of the big bustling city. The weather turning brisk trees varying in shades of orange, yellow, and red. His clear blue eyes, warm, fluffy brown hair, pink plump lips , large hands. The same hands that left marks on your hips after every session. You’d never forget the look on his face when he walked in and first saw you, you could’ve sworn it was love. for you, it was no doubt that what you felt for him was more then love. The magnitude of his being pulling you in, no matter how far you went from him. Cillian always pulled you back. It all started with a “Hello” as it always seemed to go with his type, followed by a simple ‘dinner’ back at his place . Who could’ve ever predicted the mess you’d become, coming back the next day for more of him.

“Do you have to let it linger?, do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”

Like clockwork you always showed up at his doorstep. Promising to yourself it would never happen again, that you’d just go away and never see his face again. The very same face you swore that you ‘hated’. It never helped when he’d open the door with that tender smile that always made you weak at the knees. Or when he held your hand as he guided you into his apartment, sitting you on the couch for a quick ‘chat’, nudging his face into your neck as you spoke about your day hoping he’d at least bother to care about what you had to say as much as you cared what he had to say. It always ended the same way in his bed wrapped in his sheets cuddled up with him. Long before he’d kick you out leaving you to walk in shame just like yesterday and the day before that..…..

“Oh, I thought the world of you I thought nothing could go wrong but I was wrong, I was wrong if you, if you could get by trying not to lie things wouldn’t be so confused and I wouldn’t feel so used but you always really knew I just want to be with you”

Looking back on that day when you first met cillian you’d always wished it would’ve turned out differently , You’d always wish he was sweeter then what he let on to be, maybe from the beginning he always saw you as an easy target. Someone he’d always know he could call if he ever needed some easy and fast enjoyment, it was no secret despite how much you tried to shove your feelings for him down you ended up falling for him. you wish you could say it, confess to him in hopes he’d reciprocate instead of lying to you pulling on your rope always bringing you closer to him. You’d never wish to leave his grip even if he knew you loved him he’d always hold you painfully close enough to always let his fingers Linger…

(Hello reader thank you for taking the time to read it all through! Im trying and hope you enjoy this story! It’s late and I know my writing to be better but if you have any suggestions or want to read more please let me know!)

[agoldengalaxy]

Mimir's Valhalla

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When Mimir opens his eyes, he feels heavier.

Lush green trees, so tall that they seem to touch the sky, sway slightly with a gentle breeze. Sunlight fights to filter through the leaves, leaving small patterns of gold along the grassy path. The sound of quiet, distant woodland creatures fill the air, a familiar and comforting sound.

Mimir breathes deeply, knowing this is simply a memory that Valhalla has pulled for him, but he’s happy nonetheless. It’s his homeland, a place he hasn’t been in centuries, and he’s quite pleased at how intact his memory is.

When he looks down at himself, he nearly falls over. He had felt heavier for a reason, he marvels, as he lifts his arms slowly to inspect his hands. His body is reattached to his head for the first time in years, and he’d almost forgotten how nice it felt. He loves traveling with Kratos, but having his own means to move is incredibly freeing. He can still remember dancing with his friends in this forest, making stupid jokes, playing pranks, getting drunk. He knows it’s not real, but he has to resist the urge to call out to those friends. He wonders if they’re okay after all these years.

Suddenly, his body disappears from under him, and he materializes into a cage with fire gnawing at the bars. “Brother?” he asks, trying and failing to keep the fear from his voice. 

Kratos claws at the metal, and for the first time, Mimir sees genuine fear in the man’s eyes. If he wasn’t about to die, he’d feel a little teary about it. If he’s going to go, he’s at least glad to know that Kratos cares for him, enough to stick his hands into fire for him.

But he doesn’t die. Sigrún makes sure of that. He’ll spend the rest of eternity trying to make that up to her.

Kratos goes back into Valhalla, and Mimir with him. One moment, he’s with him; the next, he’s standing in Odin’s chambers. Without thinking much of it, he walks slowly toward the large basin tucked against the wall, peering down into it. Within crystal clear water, he could see the scene play out in front of him.

“I come before you, Allfather, as a humble servant. I was forced from my lands for being too wise. They did not like to hear the truth from my lips. I bring you a gift, a well of knowledge, one that will bestow upon you the means to find the answers that you seek.”

Mimir, within the water, holds up a vial to Odin, who takes it curiously, inspecting it closer. “A well of knowledge, you say?” The man seems incredibly pleased by the gift, uncorking the vial to bring to his lips. “I should have you know that faerie poison does not affect me,” he adds, eyeing Mimir closely. “But I will know your intent.”

He chuckles heartily. “Now, Allfather, what reason could I possibly have for poisoning you? I am coming to you for help. This is a mere gift.” It isn’t poison; that, at least, is true.

Odin seems to think it over, then tosses the vial back, swallowing it in one gulp. For a moment, there’s silence, followed by a resounding crash as the glass shatters against the floor, Odin’s widened eyes darting around in shock and awe. “This...!” Perhaps a little unsettlingly, Odin laughs, reaching out to hold onto the edge of his desk for support. “I see it...but why...?”

His hand moves slowly from the edge of the desk toward something on top of it without looking down. Mimir doesn’t need to watch to know that what happens next is that he lifts the spoon to his right eye, gouging it. In the vision, though, he rushes forward to prevent him from doing the same to his other eye, holding his wrist back so tightly the veins on his neck bulge. The spoon clatters to the floor, and he knows he needs to choose his next words carefully.

“You’re now bestowed with greater sight, Allfather,” he breathes, slowly letting go of the man’s wrist as the danger subsides, blood trickling down to splatter against the floor and dropped spoon. “I knew this well would benefit you.”

Odin’s breathing is ragged, but his good eye roves up and down, sizing Mimir up. He knows it had been a trick all along, and yet...

“Yes,” he murmurs. “Yes. Mimir, was it? You are quite wise. I’d like you to be my advisor.”

Before he can hear his own response, Mimir is returned to Kratos.

The next time he’s separated from Kratos, Mimir recognizes the commotion almost instantly. Panic flairs in his veins as he rushes toward a fallen Vanir soldier, catching her before she could hit the ground. They look into each other’s eyes, and with the Vanir’s last breath, she spits on Mimir’s face, then goes limp in his hands. Feeling sick, he closes her eyes with his own hand, knowing this memory, wishing he wasn’t here.

When he places her body gently on the forest ground, she dissolves into wisps of smoke. Odin, behind him, hauls him to his feet. “Mimir! The Vanir have almost fallen. What is the best way to proceed?”

Still aware of Odin’s hand on his collar, Mimir looks around, the sound of screams echoing in the smoky air and rattling his brain. He needs to stop this war, for everyone’s sake. Odin would never stop, unless...

“A peace treaty!” he says, his tongue feeling much too big for his mouth. “Think about it. You can marry Freya, the Vanir’s princess. It will bring about peace for everyone.”

When Odin lets go of Mimir’s collar, he falls to his knees, the ground disappearing beneath him, bringing him to Goddess’ Falls. He watches Freya force a smile, unable to move from where he’s standing, feeling terrible for suggesting such a truce.

This was for the best, Týr’s voice says in his mind. That is what you thought at the time, yes?

“Yes, but...”

What would have happened if you hadn’t suggested the truce?

Mimir closes his eyes. “The Vanir would have been wiped out. Freya included.”

She knew that. That is why she agreed to such a marriage. And you have already apologized to her. She may never fully forgive you, but do not forget she reanimated your head. She knows you were doing what you thought was right. To reduce casualties.

His cheeks feel wet, and with some awe he reaches up to touch one. He hasn’t cried in decades, and he physically can’t anymore as just a head. It almost feels nice.

Then he’s back with Kratos, and his face is dry.

The last time he’s separated from him, he finds himself in the small Asgardian courtyard, sitting by the stream. The sun kisses his skin, filling him with warmth and calm. A hand rests on his shoulder gently, and without thinking, he reaches up to rest his hand atop it.

“I knew you would come,” he says, not bothering to keep the cheekiness from his tone. Sigrún scoffs, kneeling down beside him.

“Although you are smart, it does not give you free reign to be smug,” she replies, moving her hand from his shoulder to his cheek, her voice soft and familiar and everything he loves.

Mimir grins. “Oh, I beg to differ, milady. It surely does give me some room to be smug.” Laughing softly, she tucks her legs beneath her, folding her hands in her lap. Her helmet glistens in the sunlight, and he can’t think of anyone more beautiful. Birds tweet overhead, and finally, they have a moment together, alone. “Sigrún,” he continues, a little more mellow, “how are you doing?”

She turns her head, looking toward the water, and he doesn’t miss the way her shoulders droop. “I am...tired,” she admits. “Without the queen, I fear my sisters and I have little freedoms. The Allfather uses and discards us as he pleases.”

“I am sorry.” His gaze flicks to her hand, but he thinks better of taking it. “I wish there was more I could do.”

Their feelings on Odin were mutual. There was nothing either of them could do about their situation.

Sigrún turns again, taking his hand instead. “I am alright, love,” she whispers. “Knowing I can eventually come back to you keeps me strong.”

Trying and failing to hide a smile, he lifts her hand to his lips. “I look forward to it. Every single time.”

The ground melts beneath him, and he’s standing in the Shores of Nine. He remembers this memory so vividly - he doesn’t need to relive it - but Valhalla has other plans.

Odin stands in the center, with the nine Valkyries bound to their seats. They plead with anguish, but he doesn’t seem to listen.

“Odin, please!” Mimir begs. “They can still benefit you if you let them! This isn’t necessary!”

“Silence, Mimir. This does not concern you,” Odin says coolly. “When I ask for your counsel, then you may speak.”

Sigrún’s voice shakes, but Mimir can’t tell if it’s from anger or fear. “Allfather, the Valkyries are loyal only to you. I do not understand what we did to anger you so!”

As he bangs his staff onto the ground in response, Sigrún curls in on herself, pained grunts escaping her lips. He has a cold look in his eye, the one Mimir knows all too well, the one that makes him sick to his stomach. His lips move, but barely any sound comes out of it, and Mimir watches in horror as a black mist curls up from the ground, trailing around each of the Valkyries’ ankles and traveling up to their chests with surprising speed.

Without thinking, Mimir rushes forward, trying to grab the staff, but Odin moves quicker than he expected. The next thing he knows, he’s on the ground, dazedly blinking through stars. Odin must have hit him over the head with the staff. “You,” he murmurs, crouching down beside him, “have seriously been pissing me off. I know you tried to trick me with those hallucinations when we met. I know you and the ‘queen’ have been meeting in secret. And I know what you’ve been saying about me. My ravens tell all.” He grabs Mimir by the throat, squeezing hard. “Don’t worry, old friend. I won’t kill you,” he continues, clearly enjoying the fear in Mimir’s eyes. “You deserve far worse.”

“No!” Sigrún somehow breaks her bond, flying toward them. She tackles Odin to the ground, but she only gets a second of surprise advantage before he’s back up, this time forcefully holding her by the wings. He holds her up to look at her sisters, all standing strangely still.

“Don’t worry, your Highness,” Odin sneers. “It’ll all be over soon.” He tosses her to the ground, but before Mimir can get to her, Odin grabs him by the ankles, dragging him away, his face scraping against the stone. “Come along, Mimir. We have work to do.”

He lifts his head, and he meets Sigrún’s eyes, though shrouded by the helmet. He smiles weakly. “Save them. I’ll be alright.”

Mimir blinks, and he’s bound to the tree.

Why are you so troubled about Sigrún?

“I’m not who I once was,” he answers the disembodied voice, looking down at himself. “Look at me, Týr, old friend. How could she possibly love who I’ve become?”

You ask because you don’t think it is already true. But it is. You must put aside your own feelings and consider hers.

Where he is bound to the tree, in front of him, a rippling, distorted image plays on the wind. Sigrún, sitting outside Valhalla’s gates beside Eir.

“Are you alright, highness?”

“Yes, I will be. My body will heal. I fear, had I not been fast enough, my heart would not.”

“Even though he refused your advances a few days ago?”

Sigrún scoffs slightly. “I have had time to think. He is…frightened. We’ve never put our emotions out like this before. I put too much pressure on him.” She sighs thoughtfully. “I love him, Eir. I will wait for him to realize it.”

The scene disappears. Mimir realizes, with a start, that he is crying again, but this time he can’t free his arm to touch it. He watches as a tear plops onto the tree’s root below him.

Kratos was right, you know. Týr's voice is gentle this time. You ought not have such a low opinion of yourself, body or not, living or not.

Mimir breathes deep, closing his eyes. He remembers Kratos’ words, saying, If she deserves the best, then why should she not deserve the Smartest Man Alive?

When he opens them again, he’s back with Kratos, and he doesn’t think he’s ever been more grateful. “Well! Looks like I’ve missed everything!” Kratos pulls him up, and Mimir doesn’t think he’s ever seen the man so at peace before. There’s almost a smile on his lips. “Did you find what you needed?” Kratos nods. “We’re done here then, so, uh...what now?”

“Now?” Kratos’ voice sounds lighter. He sounds happy. Mimir can’t help but smile. “I believe I would like to sit here for a while.”

They sit. He isn’t sure how much time passes, but when Kratos eventually stands to pick him up, Mimir blinks, and he’s back in the sun-dappled forest of his homeland, back in his body. The difference, this time, is that instead of being alone, Kratos stands a few feet away, looking rather confused.

“Mimir?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Ach, you weren’t the only one seeing visions, brother,” Mimir replies, and despite the bad, he remembers the good. “I found what I needed, too.”

This time, Kratos does smile, and they find themselves walking toward each other. Mimir isn’t sure who initiates the hug first, but it feels so nice that he doesn’t particularly care. Kratos’ arms are strong around him, and Mimir turns his face up to the warm sky, thanking Valhalla for the chance to give his brother an actual hug.

[queerdiazs]

tease tidbit tuesday

mm hoa eddie is fighting me and the only thing i can liken it to is casting a line and getting it caught in a tree every goddamn time while the person you’re fishing with keeps catching prizes. pisses me off.

but i’m giving it my ALL and fingers crossed i can finish it before the premier!

also? do we want daily chapters or everything uploaded at once?

The worst part is that he took advantage of Buck’s loyal affection and used it to benefit his pocket and reputation in the neighborhood. Hindsight’s crystal clear and Eddie��s not the brightest crayon in the box, but he thought out of everyone in the whole wide world he’d be the one that never hurt Buck like that.

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[melishade]

Attack on Prime Autobot Anthology: Experiments

Main Story

Comfort

Matrix of Leadership

Titans and Energon

Holiday Celebration

Hanji and Wheeljack conducting experiments together.

The video had come to life, causing Hanji to step away from it and look at the literal reflection of themselves. They flailed their arms around, moving rather comically to get the frame to mirror their movements.

"Hanji," Wheeljack had called off-screen.

"Right, sorry," Hanji apologized, "This is a continuation of our experiments."

"Day 14," Wheeljack clarified.

"Day 14," Hanji repeated, "And we have made some interesting progress over the past few days. First trial of using diluted energon from Eren Jaeger within the 3D gear."

The video cut to the gas tank on the 3D gear model expelling a gray steam. "The trial lasted about 30 minutes to an hour. The gas was able to expel consistently at max volume without any issue. And it was only with a few rocks worth of Eren's diluted energon crystals."

The video cut back to Hanji. "There was however one incident where Wheeljack inputted the wrong sample into the 3D gear-!"

"It looked the same!" Wheeljack exclaimed.

"Check your optics you old bastard!" Hanji yelled at him before turning back to the camera, "Basically the 3D gear with a high concentration of energon blew up on us."

The video quickly cut to the device blowing up and Wheeljack protecting Hanji from a 3D gear explosion, before it cut back to the mad scientist. They lifted up their hair to reveal a scratch on their forehead.

"I nearly got shrapnel in my brain!" Hanji pointed to the scar before letting their hair loose, "Now normally it would be wise to go straight for the energon and utilize that. However, energon is still a highly dangerous source, and we have to be extremely careful, or else I could be killed in these experiments. While we're trying to measure the correct size of energon to put into a normal 3D gear, we're testing out how effective the diluted energon is. In the event that we can't make the modifications in time before an invasion, then we can be prepared for the next best thing."

"Don't doubt my power, I can make those adjustments in time," Wheeljack reassured.

"Sure but finding out the right amount is the problem," Hanji reasoned, "Upgrading the 3D gear to Cybertronian metal would be a great benefit, but-!"

"I'm still trying to understand the details of that thing," Wheeljack reminded.

"But! We've managed to perfect the energon spear!" Hanji exclaimed with excitement as they ran out of view, "Grab the datapad Wheeljack!"

Wheeljack chuckled as the screen began to shake. The view was obscured grass before Hanji's table of experiments came into view. They showed off the energon spear to the camera with an unhinged gleam in their eyes. They equipped the spear on the handle of the 3D gear before aiming it at a tree and firing. The energon spear launched from their equipment, leaving a trail of blue behind. It made contact with the trunk of the massive tree and exploded on contact. Hanji and Wheeljack shielded their faces as the tree toppled over and hit the ground hard, causing it to shake.

When Hanji and Wheeljack adjusted their gaze to the sight of the destroyed tree, the Commander of the Survey Corps cheered with delight.

"Look at it! Wheeljack look at it!" Hanji squealed.

"You want to make energon grenades?!" Wheeljack asked, adrenaline running high.

"Yes, but another day! This is so exciting, ah!"

The video ended, showing Wheeljack sitting alone in the neutral ship. He looked back at his table to see one of the many projects he had to complete before Marley arrived on the shores of the island. He could get this done. He's been through worse. He...he just missed the days where it was just him and Hanji experimenting. It was the most fun he's had in a while.

(Finally got this one done. Hooray! Anyway, back to prompt asks!)

[komal09]

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Othala, Fate

Othala was also known as Odin's Rune.

"The well-known Oþala/Odal/Othala rune, originally meaning homeland, ancestry, and inheritance (inherited property), has been known to symbolize free peasants in medieval times, who went on to use the symbol in their house marks but is also seen on several churches. It may have been seen as a symbol to fend off evil." --Folk Wisdom & Ways

Today, 29th of May, the Othila rune manifestation period starts, it will last until 14th of June

The Othila Runa ( or Odal,(Othil) is associated with family property, or heritage, it symbolizes the fence that delineates property and innate qualities both spiritual and material. it represents the power to obtain and predicts favorable answers to all questions concerning your property, and family or social life interests, as well as Freedom, Achievement of objectives and therefore Success.

To make dreams come true, Othila offers some wise advice: you need to keep the goals you want to achieve in mind, in order to channel your energy correctly.

You don’t need to force destiny: everything has its own time, so Othila encourages not to despair and to have faith in your own possibilities.

Divination

If the Runa Othila is in the phase of divination, Dritta warns that it is time to concentrate your efforts towards the goals you most want to achieve: a job, the love of a person, the realization of a project.

If energies are scattered in multiple directions, you won’t be able to conclude anything and you will feel frustrated.

So it tells us that, maybe we are in a period of renewal, that it’s time to get rid of all those relationships that lead to nowhere, and then, to start new projects and that all of this could be very positive.

You need to accept that life removes some things to offer new ones. It’s good to own this truth to stay open to changes.

Overturn, on the other hand, can mean loss of property or exclusion from a community. It may also indicate diatribes related to probate or probate, or a sudden request for repayment of a loan. In any case Othila toppled indicates a problem that not even money or an inherited position can solve.

Informs, then, that excessive attachment, either to people, material, cultural or social goods, is not a good advisor.

If you accept that everything is subject to change, that everything changes, and that losses can mean new gains, you will feel more free and able to live according to your own way.

You need to learn to adapt to circumstances and learn from every experience. This way you will make the most of situations and you won’t suffer when your wishes are not met, when you have to face a separation (in your personal relationships and work), when you don’t achieve the desired success or, simply, when you realize that you have wrong.

Regarding love, the Runa Othila tells us that it is a moment of great sensuality. Your attractiveness increases and you will have many opportunities to meet new people and then start interesting relationships.

Othila advises to take advantage of this situation. If you have a partner, the relationship with him will get stronger.

While in the Laboratory Field Othila tells us that, you will be offered the opportunity to work with new colleagues or to introduce significant changes in the development of your professional activity: something that, sooner or later, will bring benefits.

While regarding Health: The Runa Othila recommends learning to control stress. To this end you need to devote some time every day to yourself, to do some physical exercise, to read or listen to music, or just to chat with friends.

Correspondence

Syllabus : o

Associated with Ragnarok, "inevitable destiny".

Tree : Thorn

Herb : Clover

Crystal : Ruby

Colour : Gold

Zodiac sign : .

Animal : Lion

Tarot cards: XXI major arcano - The World

Astrology: Sun in Aquarius / Moon in Taurus

I Ching: 64th Exagram, Wei Chi - Before completion.

SOURCE the power of the runes the magic of the runes Runica paths of light Source From: --L'Antro celtico

[cognitivejustice]

Fires and unsustainable wood harvesting have depleted the Afromontane forests on Mount Moco, Angola’s highest mountain.

The forests are home to a diverse variety of birds, some found only in Angola.

Since 2010, a conservation project has sought to regrow some of the forest patches and to protect them from wildfires.

The work is promoting bird conservation, but also benefiting the local human community by ensuring a reliable flow of freshwater out of the forest.

Two photos of Kanjonde, taken 40 years apart: the large patch of forest seen above the village in 1973 had been reduced to a fraction of its original size by 2016. 

Now

Mona Bunga, a project coordinator, instructs biodiversity monitor Teresa Sakata on how to use a turbidity tube to measure water quality in a stream flowing out of a restored patch of Afromontane forest.

Broad benefits of restored ecosystems

Habitat restoration work like this isn’t just good for the birds. There’s now a steady supply of freshwater to Kanjonde from the stream that flows out of the forest.

“By protecting the forest we are protecting the river so it can provide healthy water,” says Regina Wimbo, one of the 12 nursery workers who waters and tends to the seedlings and helps carry them across the hillside on planting days.

Wimbo was born and raised in Kanjonde. She says she’s happy to see her work in the nursery now bearing fruit.

“Six years ago we had lower water flow; now we have much more water flowing down,” she says, indicating the stream of crystal-clear water rushing past. There are plans to put in a small weir, and to pipe water directly to the village.

Some residents of Kanjonde are themselves learning how to gather data to measure rates of recovery and keep tabs on potential threats. Like the nursery workers, they’re employed on a part-time basis by the project and its sponsors, and have been trained to survey biodiversity and human environmental impacts at various sites around the village. Birds, plants, wood collection, gulley erosion, fires — they’re all surveyed.

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the raven cycle as things my friends and family have said

blue: "so i gave her some crystals and a hair tie and told her to manifest herself some lesbian sex"

matthew: "can i pick a song? *starts playing the K.C. undercover theme song*"

gansey: "what class are you in?" noah: "uhh valorant lobby"

blue: "why do i even need to take health? i literally see people reproduce in the hallway everyday"

gansey: "every time you think about cutting your penis in half.. kinda puts a damper on your day"

henry: "so i told her, like 15 people have seen your vagina today"

greenmantle: "*showing a diagram of a penis* good story about this one"

ronan: "suck my toes" adam: "that makes it worse? you make me have depression"

henry: "i AM the worlds worst beekeeper. and i AM probably going to jail"

noah: "what's linkedin is it like grindr?"

gansey: "the word of wisdom is so funny to me. oh you wanna drink carbonated sugar with no nutritional benefits? go for it! but you wanna drink PLANT WATER? heaven forfend"

kavinsky: "we need to get the weed... stuff out"

blue: "*talking abt a cat* he's a whorish little freak"

blue: "sorry for having the alpha uterus"

adam: "there are two main categories that most people fall into. homicidal and homosexual. i'm in both of them."

maura: "trees gotta stop changing color in fall or else i'm gonna turn into a plantfucker"

blue: "i hate when i'm trying to focus and i catch a glimpse of a woman's shoulder"