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the-hilda-librarians-wife · 4 years

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Hilda Characters as Crystals

So, if you’ve read Family Fights, you probably know I’m a huge crystal nerd. This is a post I had been planning for quite some time, so I’m actually pretty happy to be posting it! There will probably only be like, one person who will read this to the end, but still. At least I can finally put my metaphysical knowledge of precious stones to good use. Okay, so for each character I have selected both a stone that has properties that reminds me of them, and stones that have properties they could use. Alright? Let’s go!

Hilda:

Reminds me of: Tiger’s eye! This stone is highly energetic, and it is known as the stone of courage, which Hilda has a lot of! It tests you, willing you to push your boundaries and discover your true self. It also brings vitality and physical disposition. Enough said, wouldn’t you say?

Could use: Aquamarine. Aquamarine reminds us to calm the hell down, basically. It encourages feelings of inner peace and breaking negative patterns (you know, like putting yourself in life threatening situations idk). It also invites us to let go of the things in our life which are causing too much stress, and simply let the waves carry you, which reminds me a lot of those troubles she had with Frida. Also, the colour matches her hair!

Frida:

Reminds me of: Green agate. Alrighty, my friends, I hope I’m not being unfair to dear Frida, but the side of her that this crystal reminds me of is probably the most obvious one, that of the studious, ambitious girl. I associate it mostly with productivity. It intensifies our love for work and, much like aquamarine, it helps breaking unhealthy habits. But according to some sources, green agate also increases generosity, compassion and a sense of justice, which are traits we can clearly see when she helps David out with the Marra and the Tide Mouse.

Could use: Crazy Lace Agate. Oh BOY don’t I love this stone. Okay, so hear me out. This stone has many associations with “letting loose”, learning how to enjoy yourself and increasing communication, which are things that, like we see in The Ghost, Frida needs to learn. And it encourages self-confidence too!

Also, check this out!

“Crazy Lace Agate is useful when ghost hunting or visiting very old places to prevent sudden fears or negative vibes, but allowing you to see past worlds and spirits.”

Just tell me it’s not something someone who has had that sort of experience with ghosts needs.

(Source)

David:

Reminds me of: Angelite. The main reason for this is that angelite is Soft. And David? David is Soft. So they share this Softness. But I suppose you’d want me to present more arguments, so consider this: angelite helps in peaceful sleep when put under one’s pillow. Very The Marra-y, isn’t it? Also it helps relieve tension in stressful situations. Okay, I get that you could argue that because of this Angelite should be in the Could Use part, but like… Soft...

Could use: Crocodile Jasper. My dear crocodile jasper promotes thoughts of peace, self esteem and courage. In my humble opinion, self esteem is what he needs the most. I will forever argue that he is, in fact, brave, but I guess you could argue he could use the courage. Besides that… look, I love the trio to death, but I feel like David just follows the girls around, even when he doesn’t want to. And Crocodile Jasper is said to help in relationship problems related to submission. And it also brings a feeling of safety that aids sleeping, so there’s that.

Alfur:

Reminds me of: Cat’s Eye. This crystal is known for turning negative energy into positive one, which brings me to those first episodes when Alfur helped Hilda speak to the elf authorities even though it seemed impossible, and to when he helped Raven, and to how he’s always trying to cheer people up. In his own way, at least.

Could use: Nothing, he’s perfect

Raven:

Reminds me of: Serpentine. This lovely stone is associated with selflessness, which I have linked to the fact that after realizing the humans liked him, Raven showed up to their festival every year, like the sweetheart he is. Serpentine also clears energy blockages, especially of energy related to nature and the animal aspect of us. The Bird Parade vibes, anyone?

Could use: Dalmatian Stone. Maybe it’s just me, but Raven sometimes seems a little stiff. This crystal encourages people to be playful, being beneficial to those who are over-analytical. Also bravery and more relation to animal energy.

Woodman:

Reminds me of: Labradorite. I’ll have to admit I don’t have a very good argumentation for this one, but the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of Woodman is T pose how mysterious he is. And that’s a quality that is really present in labradorite, the sense of mystery that surrounds it. It’s also strongly related to magick, and you can’t tell me Woodman doesn’t know even a little bit of magic

Could use: Rose quartz. Okay now DON’T LAUGH AT ME, I’M SERIOUS. Woodman gives me strong “cares so much but doesn’t show” vibes. And rose quartz really helps you communicate, helping you find place in your heart for love of all sorts. He’s a very cool guy, I bet with a little push he could have more friends than he knows what to do with!

Johanna:

Reminds me of: Mookaite Jasper. First and least compelling reason: the aesthetics. Mookaite jasper just has colours that remind me of Johanna’s hair and sweater, so there’s that. BUT, I actually have some good reasons as well. Jaspers in general have a strong grounding quality, and honestly, that will always be one of the things I connect with Johanna the most. She’s been through some weird, weird stuff, but she has always been able to stay rational and arguably calm (see also: grounded) when dealing with them. It is also great to help you work towards an specific goal and boost your focus when it comes to work. I think everyone who has watched The Tide Mice will also see why this reminds me of her.

Could use: Tourmalized Quartz. Now, this is not a matter of personality. It’s more of a “her child likes doing some QUESTIONABLE THINGS and I honestly worry for both of them” matter. Now, Black Tourmaline has very powerful protection properties. So why didn’t I say black tourmaline? Well, because tourmalized quartz is basically a piece of clear quartz with spikes of B.T. inside it. And you know what clear quartz does? It strengthens the properties of the crystals that are near it. So tourmalized quartz is EXTRA protection for when your daughter is doing something EXTRA dangerous.

Victoria Van Gale:

Reminds me of: Sodalite. This stone encourages logic and rational thought, granting you enhanced insight. I don’t really have much to say other than come on! She’s a scientist! Of course this is the stone that reminds me of her!

Fun fact: I often take a piece of this crystal with me when I take exams.

Could use: Also sodalite! As it strengthens intuition and is associated with communication, harmony and trust, all things that Victoria could use. Especially the harmony, I would say.

The librarian:

Reminds me of: Amethyst. Not only for the aesthetic, but also because most of us headcanon her as a witch and amethyst is a stone that witches really love. It helps one stay positive, enhances psychic abilities, brings calm, and that’s just to list a few of its correspondences!

Could use: More screen time

Disclaimer: though most of the information here comes from my own knowledge, I did do a fair bit of consulting while writing this post, and here are the websites that helped me:

The Crystal Council

Energy Muse

Crystal Vault

#hilda the series #hilda netflix #hilda librarian #hilda johanna #the woodman hilda #alfur hilda #frida hilda #david hilda #victoria van gale #the great raven

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patton-croc-agenda · 5 years

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Another SU AU

A/N: Beep beep I don’t really like this but it was almost done and I wanted to post something.

Also, remember To Fuse or Not to Fuse? This is like that... but also different. It COULD be in the same universe if you want, but in that one I intended for the diamond hierarchy to be the same but in this one...you’ll see dfjgdls. Description: After a bad dream, Thomas asks Roman about the Diamonds. Words: 1,151 Pairings: Logicality Warnings: None but I do step on SU canon so if that makes you uncomfortable don’t read this I gues??

“Roman?” Roman looked up from where he was sketching to see Thomas rubbing his eyes sleepily. He frowned internally, but channeled his inner actor and flashed the young boy a bright grin.

“Greetings, Thomas. Why are you awake at this hour?” Roman asked, placing his sketchbook to the side. Thomas rubbed the back of his neck, fingers running across the gem there.

“I had another weird dream,” he admitted softly. “It was...Logan was by himself and he looked upset and I can’t stop thinking about it.” He sat down next to Roman, who curled an arm around Thomas gently.

“Oh, Tommy Salami,” Thomas snorted at the horrible nickname, “Just because your dad could see the future doesn’t mean every bad dream you have are future visions.” Thomas didn’t respond, which caused Roman to sigh. They sat for a while, staring out the window, before Thomas suddenly asked.

“Who are the Diamonds?” Roman tensed, looking at Thomas. Thomas stared back, a determined glint in his eye. Roman hated that look- he knew it far too well. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Alright, guess I’m the one who gets to explain this, huh,” he sounded as tired as a parent who had finally decided to tell a child where babies came from. He leaned forward, clasping his hands between his knees.

“The Diamonds are the leaders of Homeworld. Yellow, Pink, and White,” he began. Thomas shifted in his seat, and Roman offered a reassuring smile. “To make things easier, we’ll give them human names too. Yellow Diamond will be Dee, Pink will be Kai, and White will be Elliott.”

“Why those names?” Thomas asked. Roman shrugged.

“I dunno, they just seem to fit. Do you want to hear the story or not?” Thomas shut up. “Anyway. Dee was the first Diamond. He also is the leader of Homeworld, and has the most colonies of all the Diamonds. He’s cold, manipulative, and cruel. He also never leaves Homeworld, luckily enough for us.”

“Kai has the second largest number of colonies, as well as Homeworld’s military power, under his control. He’s got an even worse temper then Virgil- don’t give me that look, it’s true! He always tries to make violence the answer. Elliott has the least amount of colonies, and they care for most of Homeworld’s diplomacy. They’re generally very peaceful, and have to help calm Kai’s temper.” Thomas looked thoughtful, and almost conflicted. Roman raised an eyebrow expectantly, and Thomas sighed.

“When we went to the moon base as saw those murals. Those were the Diamonds?” Roman forgot about those, if he were being totally honest, but he nodded.

“There was another one, though. A… A Blue Diamond,” Thomas said hesitantly. Roman felt his blood run cold, and he felt memories crash into him like waves. He sucked in a low breath, running his hand through his hair.

“That is...a long story,” Thomas scooted closer eagerly, and Roman blew the breath from puffed cheeks. “Okay.” Thomas beamed excitedly.

“Blue Diamond was the newest of all the Diamonds” Roman said, voice soft. Thomas considered asking why he wasn’t given a human name like the rest, but the strange wobble to Roman’s voice made him decide it wasn’t worth it. “He was renowned for his kindness, and it was rumored that his moods could reflect across crowds of gems. His joy could make gems want to celebrate for centuries, and his sorrow could bring them to their knees.”

“What happened to him?” Thomas whispered, almost more to himself. Roman sighed.

“He was given Earth as his first colony. Your dad...he worked for Blue Diamond. He came to Earth with him, and your dad fell in love with the planet. He saw the life, and the beauty, and he didn’t want to lose it to the colonization process. He begged Blue Diamond to save the planet, to see the life there and let it continue. But, despite his supposed kindness, Blue Diamond refused to listen. His Pearl, however, did. Blue Pearl also found himself fascinated with life on Earth- and the idea of true freedom.” Roman inhaled deeply.

“So, in an act that shocked even your father...Blue Pearl shattered his Diamond.” Thomas looked at Roman with wide eyes, his breath hitching in surprise.

“...he- he’s dead?” Thomas asked. Roman sat still a moment before slowly nodding.

“What happened to Blue Pearl?” Thomas asked, voice soft. Roman felt a gentle hand on his own, and he relaxed a hair.

“No one knows. Some say he was shattered, others say he escaped and will some day take over leading the Crystal Gems,” Roman smiled at Thomas. “I think I prefer the latter.”

“Me too,” Thomas leaned against Roman, who looped an arm over his shoulders.

“Thomas? Roman?” The two looked up as Emile stood in the doorway, hands on his hips. “What are you two doing up?”

“I don’t need sleep, Emile,” Roman said with a snort.

“Maybe not, but Thomas is still half human, so he does,” Emile reminded. He took Thomas by the hand so he could guide him back to his room. Thomas yawned loudly and slid back under his covers. As Emile turned to leave, spoke up once more.

“Did you know Blue Pearl, Emile?” Emile froze in his spot, and Thomas would later swear he saw his whole form shimmer.

“No.” He said. “Goodnight Thomas.”

“Oh, okay. Goodnight!” Thomas said. Emile stepped away from Thomas’s room and headed outside into the moonlight. He stared up, out into space, and his body shimmered again. One gem to two, standing in silence for what felt like hours.

“We need to tell them eventually, Patton,” said the pearl. He turned to the other gem, who held his hands over his chest protectively- where his heart might be if he were a human.

“I know, Logan,” Patton whispered.

“It’s been hundreds of years,” Logan pressed.

“I said I know, Logan,” Patton snapped. Logan stumbled and gripped onto Patton’s arm tightly in warning, and Patton’s gaze softened.

“I’m sorry, my love,” Patton said, cupping Logan’s cheek in his hand.

“It’s quite alright, my...Patton,” Logan replied, pressing his gem to Patton’s forehead gently.

“Just...just a bit longer,” Patton promised. “I just want to have a bit longer with everyone before they...before they change their minds about me.”

“They won’t,” Logan reassured, “I promise they won’t.” Patton chuckled humorously.

“You can’t promise something like that...but thank you, Lolo.”

“You are most welcome. Now…” Logan hooked his arms around Patton’s waist and picked him up into the air. Patton let out a shrill laugh as Logan spun him in a circle. They laughed and glowed until only a Labradorite stood in their place. He brushed his hair back, away from his forehead gem, and touched the gem in his chest. Two gems in one, just how Emile liked it.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #sanders sides fic #roman sanders #emile picani #logan sanders #patton sanders #logicality

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enter-the-phantom · 5 years

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24, 49, 55, 61, 96?

How did I never answer these, wtf I’m sorry

24. favorite crystal?: I have a deep affinity with onyx and black tourmaline. I’m also partial to tiger’s eye and labradorite.

49. what saying or quote do you live by?: “Before I do anything, I ask myself: would an idiot do that? And if the answer is yes, I do not do that thing.” –Dwight K. Schrute

…nah, not really. I don’t really live by any one particular quote.

55. favorite fairy tale?: Hmmm, I don’t really know. The original Snow Queen is kinda cool, I guess. I also like the original Little Mermaid. I don’t know a lot of fairy tales, tbh.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?: Literally anything Snape has ever said. The man is a wealth of amazing lines. Or any line from the Office. Just pick one, I probably love it.

96. desktop background?: The one on my laptop is fairly boring, it’s the cover of Snape’s advanced potions textbook. I set it because I was printing it out for a project and my desktop had been the default for like two years and the little “set desktop picture” button was right there so I just went for it. I plan to change it soon, maybe to one of those cycling desktops so I don’t have to choose.

My phone background on my lockscreen is a fox illustration, it calms me. My home screen is fanart of AU Sev reading and looking at a butterfly.

Thank you for the ask!!

#ask enter

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kingoftheoffroad · 5 years

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19. What’s something embarrassing that you enjoy doing, and why is it embarrassing?

“I’ll do you one better, and give you TWO things. First one is a little obvious to the bots that live with me, though the extent of it goes beyond what they probably think. I started painting with shitty spent oil back when I was in prison. Just a way to stave off the boredom and the withdrawal symptoms. It actually... Became a sort of self-therapy for myself.

The mech I was when I was using syk (among other things), I started to disconnect from myself. I kinda split my mind into two alter egos; the addict and abuser, who I named Outlaw, and the kind of bot I was on the inside, who I wanted to be on the outside as well, who I named Rehab.

The paintings started with just Outlaw, who is only ever painted or drawn in all black, with almost no white or color. As my withdrawals started to calm down Rehab kinda popped up. He’s the inverse in my art. Lots of white and color, and almost no black. I won’t keep you all day, but uh... I suppose painting saved me mentally, maybe physically as well.

Today I still paint, though with actual paint and not literal sludge. I got into learning how to draw so that I can actually draw these two instead of just making them blobs. I keep my computer locked down because I... Kinda feel like I’m a fucking weirdo for getting into drawing of all things. If you looked on my computer, you’d see a shitload of stuff. Mostly half-finished shit, and some finished stuff. But uh, yeah... It’s embarrassing to me because I don’t know ANYONE who draws except for like, Humans and some Minicons. I actually did all the art that my team uses, though we keep that super low-key. Plus... I’m this big, tough, mean, cranky truck. Why the hell would I do something like drawing and painting? But... I guess talking about it now, makes it a lot less embarrasing...

Second weird thing I like to do, that isn’t obvious immediately. I collect geologic shit. Gems, ores, crystals... I have a few soil vials from different places around the planet. I honestly don’t know how I got interested in that stuff, but I’ve been collecting it for... Little over a decade now?

I have... Maybe a little over 300 samples of different geologic things. Mostly crystals and gems, because they’re goddamn gorgeous. My favorites are amethyst (obviously), sapphire (also obvious), all of the zircons, bismuth, and labradorite.

It’s embarrassing to me because it’s even fucking weirder than painting. At least to my fellow Velocitronians. A lot of randos like to constantly ask me, ‘What’s so special about shitty rocks and dirt?’, both online and in person. I used to just run them over in response, but now I try to actually explain why I like collecting ‘shitty rocks and dirt’. I’ve actually changed a few bots’ minds, heh...

There now. You satisfied? I got a bonding day to plan...”

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lunavadash-creates · 3 years

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I feel in my duty to comment on your latest drabbles, because a) they were so freaking good b) one of them was requested by me.

Let me say a few words about your WIP drabble about Haytham and Olivia. To be honest, it broke me. I was reading and couldn’t help but cry. You hit on the most sensitive strings in this short drabble. Maybe it’s because I know this feeling and it felt like reading about myself somehow. But it doesn’t change the fact that I think it’s one of the best ficlets of yours. Description of feelings? Perfect. I just hope it didn’t portray any of your experiences.

If I remember well, the next thing you posted were drabbles from my requests. DRABBLES. I didn’t expect that you would take your time and write it in such a form! I am really grateful for all you doing for me! It’s nothing new that I can’t choose my favorite out of them. Each one has their own unique charm.

Altair one was full of emotions and feelings and it had such nice and cosy vibes. And rose in his hand? I don’t know but I immediately thought about Bayek. Maybe because they both are such ideal husband material.

Edward one made me chuckle because you are right - he would definitely act like this! I don’t know but that “no one will touch my woman” reminds me of some kind of criminal slang? Maybe because my auntie’s worker had a partner who was a.. let’s say that he was a professional thief and always talked about and called her “my woman” instead of all those “babe”, “love”, “doll” and other pet names.. 50 points for Mr. Kenway for being such a bad boy.

Shay one is last in my comment because it was like my thoughts about this drabble were quite similar to my thoughts about your headcanons. I really like the idea of losing a necklace. Once again, maybe because of my labradorite amulet which means a lot to me or maybe because of a necklace I got from my best friend. He gave it to me when I was in a really bad mental condition. It had a compass carved in wood as a symbol that I will find my own path in life. Better one. And a few days ago it fell out of its coating. And I feel really bad about it. The part of being calm like the surface of the ocean and having fire in the eyes always win my heart. I don’t know why but I like such metaphors in stories. I think those are good stimulators of imagination. Or maybe it’s just me. And that one thought that link both drabble and headcanons? Kissing neck. Oh dear… It’s VERY imaginative. I find the neck one of the most sensual body parts. Maybe the most. You have to say that there is something intimate about it. So you know, you made me go ASDFGHJKLLOVE all the way. (Let’s take a moment to appreciate Edward’s Adam’s apple for confirmation of attractiveness of him and male necks ). Thighs are a different story. They are sacred area and it’s really dangerous to touch them without any warning. Lol. And coming back to Shay and your spicy headcanons. When you look at him, he looks so inconspicuous and sh(a)y when it comes to any kinks or any other aspects of sex life, but then.. here we are. We are all going to horny jail. Bonk! Lololol

And I guess the last one comment - Altair and “if lost return to”. OMG, my heart. I found it so adorable that my heart just melted. As I said before. He is perfect husband material. Just let me scream all of my excitement over this headcanon.

Hm. Maybe that’s it? I like your writing because it’s really easy for me to relate more or less to situations, behaviours and feelings you are describing. I think I told you this before, but your writings give the feeling that you don’t have any struggle to create all those stories and write them down. It feels so natural and smooth. You are an amazing writer, really!

🔪

Hi Knifey! Imma respond to all your asks (esceot requests, I still need to write them 😂) so bear with me!

First of all I'm really happy you like those lil drabbles! When I was writing that lil piece with Haytham I was in a really bad state of mind so I tried to just get rid of all the emotions and that piece just happened. Fortunately it's not from my experience but I'm sorry it hit the string for you ;;

As for rest. I really wanted to write drabbles for you that's why it took so much time. Honestly this request was great but it had so much potential I was writing, deleting, rewriting everything multiple times to find just the right way to go with it. I think all of them would react differently. I see Altair focused on his s/o to make sure she's safe. Shay would make sure she is fine and then go for revenge while Edward would go for revenge immediately and focus on s/o state a bit later. It was the general idea so I decided to roll with it.

As for necklace. Can you fix yours? I hope you can and I 100% understand your feelings. I also have a necklace I'm realign always. It's a little, silver four leaf clover I received from my parents for 18th birthday for good luck. I'm wearing it since and week ago the line broke when I was in the pub with a friend and I was so afraid I had lost it! Fortunately it landed in my bra but I thought like part of my soul escaped my body. Take good care of your necklace Dear!

As for neck kissing. Honestly I find it just soooo hajdbfjqkajf. It's such an intimate yet innocent gesture.

Yes Altair is a perfect husband material. He is just so so... I can't even find the right words right now! But he is supportive, loving, caring and just... Perfect. And he would support his wife with all he got! He's biggest fan of his own wife.

Thank you Knifey for all your kind words. Writing isn't easy, not always, but just hearing that you like it makes all the effort worth it. And I can't express how much I love and cherish your words and YOU. I'm so happy to know you and talk with you and I hope I can make you as happy as you make me.

#knifey #knifey my beloved #ask

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starwarsdestroyedme · 6 years

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I am damaged

Just another Reylo one-shot I wrote. Although it was inspired by a Heathers’ song, listen to “Toi qui manques à ma vie” from Natasha St. Pier if you really want to enjoy the complete emotional experience.

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Summary:

Ben Solo was damaged from the very beginning, maybe Rey was damaged too. That might be why both broken pieces fit perfectly.

‘He grabbed her hands between his, and placing them together he blew to warm them.

“Your hands are cold” he mumbled.

“You aren’t wearing your gloves”.’

Inspired by “I am damaged” from Heathers.

Five years had passed since that fateful battle in Snoke’s throne room, where Rey believed she had grasped what remained of Ben Solo inside Kylo Ren. For a moment she thought it possible to recover him, bring him back home. She was wrong.

Nobody could return Ben Solo to what used to be his life, because all of it was broken. Han Solo had disappeared and Luke too. Rey knew this, and, honestly, she didn’t wish to drag him back to something that had brought so much pain, to him and to his family. Nonetheless, she kept hope that she could take him somewhere new and better. Somewhere that didn’t involve death, nor militarism, nor the horror caused by the First Order. Was she too optimistic?

Most likely, anyone would think so, but if she had specialised in something it was rescuing whatever had deteriorated and fixing it. She also knew that, in order to help Ben, he had to let her.

There lay the problem, everyone’s mistake. Nobody could bring Kylo Ren back.

Many years ago, in Jakku, she had seen two children dragging the dying body of, presumably, their grandfather. One glimpse had been enough to know they wouldn’t make it. Not because the kids weren’t strong enough, not at all. Upon seeing the man she knew that he didn’t plan on staying alive. In order to save someone it is needed that the person wants to be saved.

For that reason, the only one capable of redeeming Kylo Ren was Kylo Ren himself. The moment he decided to take the first step Rey would go to him, and she wouldn’t allow anyone to stop them. Until then, Rey would wait for as long as it took.

Leia’s death hit them unexpectedly. Rey didn’t know the woman as well as she would have liked, but she admired her for certain. The general received the funeral she deserved, everyone who loved her attended a beautiful ceremony where the body was cremated and the ashes were laid down to rest inside a mausoleum created to honor the victims of Alderaan.

The room shaped as an apse was surrounded by walls made of obsidian, where the names of survivors from Alderaan, who had died far from home, had being embedded with alabaster. Plasma lights placed behind the white mineral made the names look like stars floating in space. The floor too was covered with obsidian. In the centre of the room a pedestal of carved ebony rested, on which the remains of Leia lay. The labradorite urn glowed like a star at the half-lit environment.

Rey stood in front of the monument when everybody had already left. It seemed right.

“Now a princess rests with her people” said Kylo Ren with a gloomy voice. More than usual.

Rey could feel the emotions of that man dressed in darkness. He had awakened the bond for the first time in months, not because of her, but to pay his respects the only way he could.

“I thought you couldn’t see my surroundings”answered Rey, as if to confirm her presence. She preferred using a meaningless sentence rather than tackling the true issue straightforwardly.

“The bond is evolving” he explained dryly, looking at the names written over the walls, like shunning the image of his mother’s urn could change reality. “We can see eachother’s surroundings…” he turned his face to stare at her with his reddened eyes “and feel their emotions too”.

Rey spent the next few hours holding him. None of them bothered to say a word. Kylo didn’t cry, although they both knew he wanted to.

The bond had sprung to life again. It happened during the morning, while Rey had breakfast in her room. Poe, who had ascended to the leadership of the Resistance, prioritized that Rey could move in a tranquil environment in order to make progress in her studies of the Jedi texts. What the pilot didn’t understand was that it did not work that way. Rey didn’t follow the Jedi path strictly, she left place for her emotions and impulses, she kept light and a piece of darkness within. Devoting herself to contemplative life for months wouldn’t provide her a revelation. She felt bored rather than concentrated.

So when Kylo appeared before her, she focused on him.

“What are you doing?” she asked with curiosity.

Kylo sat in front of a desk where he had placed some utensils and a paper sheet, just like the ones her books were made of, but bigger. When he heard her speak he turned. Rey was able to see that he had poured a black liquid over some sort of stone plate. He held a brush in his right hand. He wasn’t wearing gloves.

Kylo glanced at her with surprise.

“I’m writing”.

“But… you are using papel”.

“You can write on paper too”.

“I know that” she answered ignoring the fact that he had just treated her as if she was stupid. “But, why do you use paper? Nobody does, the first thing I’ve ever seen written on paper have been these books” she explained pointing at the book resting on her lap “and they are ancient”.

Kylo remained quiet, considering her.

“It calms me. When I write I can focus better. Compared to technology, paper is warmer, more... personal... I guess”.

“You open yourself to the light when you write” she wasn’t asking, she could sense it. Kylo looked at her, for real this time, his compassive eyes betrayed him. Rey was right. “What are you writing?”.

Kylo didn’t speak for a moment. Rey could feel his longing, the conflict, and she wished to say something to help him, but he replied before she got the chance.

“Poetry”.

The image of Kylo dissolved right after that, leaving her by herself again.

“Ben…”.

The next time she saw him writing, Rey didn’t waste time and started to ask questions to satiate her curiosity.

“What do you use that plate for?” she asked pointing at the stone-made instrument.

“It’s called inkstone, you use it to put the ink there and control the amount you get to write” he began to explain calmly. “I’ll show you”.

Kylo made a gesture telling her to come close. Rey took a chair from her room and sat by his side. He grabbed a bar of a dark material that was kept inside a wooden box.

“This is the ink. You pour some water at the deep part of the inkstone and dissolve it. It mustn’t be too dense, because then your traces will look too thick, but, also, not too liquid, because the ink will look too clear” Kylo said while he dissolved the accurate amount of ink and mixed it with a brush.

His years of skill became evident. For the first time Rey wondered how many years was he older. She would have liked to know her birthday, then she could ask his and find out.

“There must be a balance” she replied, proving she had understood.

“Exactly”.

She watched how he carefully wiped the brush against the shallow part of the inkstone to take away the excess of ink.

“Now, posture is very important to write. You have to place yourself one fist apart the desk” he showed her placing his fist between his stomach and the desk “and one fist apart from the chair. You also need to stand straight. This is because when you make the brush strokes you accompany the movement with your body”.

Kylo wrote a word expertly, leaving Rey amazed by the beauty in his handwriting.

“Mamihlapinatapai” Rey read slowly “I haven’t heard that word in any of the languages I speak”.

“It is an untranslatable word”.

“What does it mean?”.

She didn’t know what had caused it, whether it was her question or the situation, she was struck when she saw Kylo smile a little.

“It doesn’t matter” he quickly dismissed it “now you try it”.

He extended his hand and offered her the brush. Rey took it without touching his bare hand. She did as he had before, placing herself in the right way. She dipped the brush in the ink and removed the excess. Rey looked at Kylo.

“What do I write?”.

“Try your name first, that’s what I did at the beginning” something inside Rey shrunk thinking about a younger version of him writing ‘Ben Solo’ in quick and neat characters.

Rey started writing, trying to copy what he had seen him do. ‘Resh, esk, yirt’.

“It doesn’t look that good” she said, somehow disappointed.

“I think it is very impressive, I wouldn’t be able to tell this is your first attempt”.

They stared at eachother. Rey thought that she wanted to kiss him, just a peck on his lips, some kind of contact. Something passed between them. Did he want to kiss her too? Kylo broke eye contact and glanced at the word he had written.

What did it mean?

Her first kiss didn’t go as expected.

She had got drenched by an unexpected rainstorm when she had crossed the base to retrieve some mechanical supplies.

Kylo appeared when she was about to reach her room to get a long warm shower.

“People normally take their clothes off when having a bath” he said in a cunning tone.

“Oh, I’m sure you are an expert at spending all day half-naked, but, actually, some of us have this thing called decency” she answered angrily while shivering.

“You’re shaking” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, and unless you can fix that…”.

Then Kylo did something unexpected, he grabbed her hands between his, and placing them together he blew to warm them.

“Your hands are cold” he mumbled.

“You aren’t wearing your gloves”.

“I was writing when the bond opened, I never wear them when I do that, they get in the way”.

Rey had never felt so small in her entire life, not even in a battle. The intimacy of the moment made her feel tiny and confused, and she had the strange feeling that time was slowing around them. Kylo felt impossibly warm, and the realisation hit her, she had never thought this man could be described as warm, and yet…

No, he wasn’t, only when it came to her.

Rey got closer, the cold felt like too much, and Kylo’s presence reassured her. How he could calm her so much, she didn’t know. Rey felt safe.

Kylo must have sensed something through the bond, because his expression, usually stoic, got overflown by emotion. His eyes trembled. ‘We can sense the other’s emotions’ Rey reminded herself.

Suddenly, Kylo had wrapped his arms around her protectively. She sensed the same feeling of safety coming from him. Then, he gently pulled her face away from the crook of his neck using the Force, and made her look at him again.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips against her, the gesture was filled with tenderness. Peace surged from the man who held her. Rey wanted to cry. Maker, she felt so full. Rey gave herself to the kiss passionately.

Peace and passion.

Light and darkness.

Rey and Ben.

Balance.

In different circumstances such degree of nudity would have made her feel modesty. Instead, she found herself comfortable, at home. The bed had morphed into a fortress of scrambled sheets and warmth. Her body touched the quilt, everything seemed softer than usual. Rey buried her feet under a blanket that had been misplaced at the edge of the mattress, a pleasant sensation ran through her as she felt the heat trapping her toes. She committed herself to enjoy the feeling of Ben’s hot and moist breath at her low neck, where he listened to her heartbeat.

As she fell asleep, she thought that moment defined the word plenitude.

Ben had decided to take the first step.

Rey didn’t take long to get the Millenium Falcon into hyperspace to go join him. Her friends had insisted to accompany her on the trip, she didn’t know very well how she would explain it to them, but it didn’t matter, with Ben on their side they would bring peace to the galaxy. He was all they needed, and all Rey needed.

Nevertheless, things hadn’t gone as planned. The First Order’s flagship, the Finalizer, had followed Ben’s TIE. The bond had awakened again, Ben materialised inside the ship, in front of everyone.

“What is he doing here?!” Finn exclaimed as he drew his blaster.

In a matter of seconds a fictional battlefield had been prepared inside the ship. Poe and Finn aimed at Ben with their weapons. Rose held her taser as if her life depended on it.

Rey came between them and Ben’s image.

“Rey leave. There’s no time for me to get on board. I’ll distract them while you flee” Ben said seriously.

“I’m not leaving without you”.

“Rey, don’t be stubborn, save yourself. I’ll buy you some time” Ben tried to persuade her, sounding frustrated.

Rey realised that, just like that man with his grandchildren, Ben didn’t plan to get out alive. She turned around in despair.

“Finn, you’re the best gunman I know, please, help me…”.

Chewie roared from the cockpit, two shots from the Star Destroyer cannons were heading their way, they needed to make it to lightspeed. Now.

Poe headed for the cockpit screaming.

“There is no time! Use the deflective shields!”.

Suddenly, both lasers stood frozen in the blackness of space.

“Rey…” Ben said with trouble “I won’t be able to hold them for too long. So listen to me. I want you to leave, go somewhere safe from this godforsaken war” at this point Rey couldn’t help crying “Don’t cry” he got closer to her and wiped the tears away “there is no place for me in this story. I’m far too damaged”.

Four more shots were fired and stopped by Ben. Rey realised he wasn’t firing them back at them because he wanted to say goodbye.

“You’re not, there’s more to you, there is hope, I’ve seen it” Rey took his hand tenderly “please, let me help you”.

“You already have”.

Ben turned and shouted.

“Chewie! I’m sorry. For everything. But I need you to get the Falcon to lightspeed, now!”.

Chewie growled affirmatively.

“No!” Rey screamed.

He could see Ben’s image starting to fade away. Six laser rays were directed against the Finaliser, making severe damage. Ben extended his hand, and the Finaliser’s engines stopped to work. The entire ship began to collapse.

“Rey,” Ben turned his face for the last time “I love you”.

Rey pulled her arms around her stomach protectively. The Falcon jumped to lightspeed just as the Finaliser busted into a ball of energy, turned into smithereens.

“I know”.

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girl-with-meaning · 6 years

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I learnt a lot today and it’s really improved my mindset. I highly recommend #yoganidra. It’s like a waking/sleep meditation guided into your subconscious. At times it’s scary but to me it was all about staying calm through the negative, and the positive and just going with it, not reacting. Not trying to stop it. Just letting in unfold naturally. (This does not mean I just go with the flow like a fairy in the wind. I still have goals. I still have beliefs and Structure). I guess it’s something I had forgotten how to do a little while ago. . . On another note this ones nearly finished and I hope it can find a new loving home some time soon! . . . . #yoga #meditation #rest #refresh #reset #renew #mercuryinretrograde #planetsandshit #stardust #weareallstars #loveandlight #spiritualenlightenment #chakras #energy #reiki #healing #healyourself #healothers #loveyourself #loveothers #karmic #voodoo #gypsy #crystals #labradorite #pendant #jewellery #jewelry #jewelrymaker #macramemaker #macramenecklace #macramejewellery #australianmade #handmade #ooak

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amieravenson · 5 years

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Magickal Month- January 2019

January is kind of a mixed bag, depending on your mindset. For some, the holidays are over, and the long winter stretches ahead of us, bleak and depressing. But for some, this is a month of new possibilities, taking control of our lives after the chaos of the holiday season, and a time to rest, recuperate, and do some serious self-examination. January is my birth month, so as much as the cold weather hurts my fibromyalgia, I love to get out into the cold and feel the wind cut through my clothing to remind me that I’m alive. I just have to be prepared to pay the price by resting and feeling crummy the next day. January was named after the Roman god Janus, the two headed god of doorways, endings, and new beginnings. He had one head forever turned toward the past (looking to the previous year), and one head turned toward the future (the new year ahead). As such, he’s a perfect archetype for the gateway of the new year. There isn’t a lot of wildlife around right now, just some cardinals that have wintered in the woods around my house. Even the hearty hawks are quiet, and everything seems really silent. We’re feeding the neighborhood’s feral cats still, and trying to give them access to warm places to hide from the weather. We’re staying close to our space heater, and bundling up in blankets on the couch. I got a lot of good books for Yule/Christmas, and so I’m reading a lot. Also, YouTube and Netflix are my best friends this month. Lunations: January 5- New Moon in Capricorn, 8:28pm EST January 21- Full Moon in Leo, 12:15am EST Astronomy: January 3- Quarantids meteor shower begins January 6- Uranus goes direct Celtic Tree Month: Birch (December 24- January 20): Beginning of Celtic tree calender, new beginnings, making plans for the future, contemplation, resolutions, inception, “Lady of the Woods”, reflects feminine aspects of nature. Renewal, protection, wards evil, banishes fears/builds courage, beauty and tolerance. Rowan (Jan 21st- Feb 17th): Protection, inspiration, vision, clearing the mind for meditation, attunes us to nature, broadens perspectives, protects from harm on a journey, brings spiritual enlightenment, hidden mysteries of nature and quickening of life force Holidays (non-Pagan): January 1: New Year’s Day January 6: Epiphany (Christian) January 21: Tu Bishvat (Jewish) January 21: Martin Luther King Jr Day Holidays (Pagan): Jan1: World Peace Day Jan 5: Feast of Befana (Roman goddess who brought gifts to children on her broom) Jan 5-6: Feast of Hekate, who guides all through transitions and crisis Jan 6-7: Gamelion Noumenia- Greek festival honoring all the gods and goddesses. Jan 8-9: Feast of the Charities- honoring the Goddesses of beneficience. Jan 9-10: Feast of Aphrodite- day to honor peace and compassion Jan 13- Jan 25: Icelandic/Norse Midwinter, where offerings were made to the Norse gods to ask for plentiful crops in the coming year Jan 20: World Religions Day, a day to honor all religions Jan 24- Feb 1: Sementivae- a Roman festival of sowing, honoring Ceres (grain goddess), Proserpine (fruit goddess), and Terra (earth goddess) *Some people begin their Imbolc/Candlemas celebrations on January 31st, I prefer to wait until February 1st. Themes for the month: Renewal, leveling up, self-examination, solitude, a fresh start! Also, cleansing and purification for the year to come. General activities for the month: Hiking (some might disagree, but I love being out in nature in the Wintertime), planning, goal-setting, starting something new, reading, building cozy fires, knitting, rest and relaxation, going within. Herbs I’m using: White sage for purification, lemon/ginger/turmeric simmered together with local raw honey to stabilize my stomach issues after the holidays. Stones I’m using: Labradorite to help with transformation- even the most painful, Botswana agate for finding solutions and balancing and centering physically, mentally, and spiritually, and blue lace agate for dreaming. Goddess of the Month: I had kind of a weird moment on Christmas Day, when we left earlyish in the morning to visit my mother for Christmas breakfast. There was sparkling frost everywhere. This doesn’t seem so weird to most people, but my sleep schedule means I usually don’t wake up before 11am. So I was awed by the beauty and the crispness of the early day. In that spirit, I’ve been thinking a lot about Eos, the Greek ‘rosy fingered’ Goddess of the dawn. This is also the dawn of the new year, and I feel like anything is possible with a new day, and a new year! 3 card reading:

First, we see the 4 of Wands. We’ve been working really hard, or spending all of our energy (the holidays have a tendency to really take it out of us), and we need a rest. So we’re going to be laying low and spending time recuperating. This is the perfect time of year for that, and really goes with the internal, quiet energy of January. Next, we see the Page of Chalices reversed. This card is calling us to be quiet about the plans that we’re making right now. While we’re dreaming and planning new creative endeavors for 2019, they’re still in the earliest planning stages, and we’ll do well to keep them under wraps. Sometimes people can inadvertently steal your thunder if you give them too much information, so it’s a good idea to let the new things we’re dreaming up simmer under the surface until we have a strong idea how to start. Finally, we have the Moon reversed. So I feel like this is an emotional rest period for us too. Perhaps the holidays brought up some emotional issues, or we’ve been stressed about something serious, but this card is indicating a time of emotional rest. Sometimes it’s nice to just drift in the grey energy of having no fucks to give, and let our hearts and heads rest. This might be a good time to go out into nature and ground ourselves physically while we rest and regroup. Our special guidance card is the Waning Gibbous Moon, or Devotion reversed. So it’s a good time to question what it is that we’re holding onto tightly. Are there still things from 2018 that we haven’t let go of yet? Are we devoted to the right things, or should we change our path? This can include relationships, careers, our homes, or anything that we devote our time and energy to. Maybe it’s time to reexamine those things. The Snow Fairy By Claude McKay I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in the misty air, Contending fierce for space supremacy. And they flew down a mightier force at night, As though in heaven there was revolt and riot, And they, frail things had taken panic flight Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet. I went to bed and rose at early dawn To see them huddled together in a heap, Each merged into the other upon the lawn, Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep. The sun shone brightly on them half the day, By night they stealthily had stol’n away. II And suddenly my thoughts then turned to you Who came to me upon a winter’s night, When snow-sprites round my attic window flew, Your hair disheveled, eyes aglow with light. My heart was like the weather when you came, The wanton winds were blowing loud and long; But you, with joy and passion all aflame, You danced and sang a lilting summer song. I made room for you in my little bed, Took covers from the closet fresh and warm, A downful pillow for your scented head, And lay down with you resting in my arm. You went with Dawn. You left me ere the day, The lonely actor of a dreamy play. My personal tides: I have mixed feelings about my birth month. Traditionally, I’ve had a lot of crummy birthdays and I deal with a lot of seasonal depression this time of year, but I try to stay cautiously optimistic that this year will be OK. I guess that sums up my whole approach to January. I move back and forth from being optimistic and feeling a world of possibilities in front of me at New Year, and feeling low, hurty, and depressed when I don’t see the sun for a week or more due to the cold and early evenings. My personal goals: I have decisions to make. I’ve been waiting for things to line up and money to come in so that I could start making the moves that I need to make, but the reality is that I need to gear up to make those moves regardless of whether the circumstances are perfect and the savings account is padded. We need to find a new place to live, STAT! I’m also really working on developing a regular spiritual practice where I start meditating, praying, and purifying my energy every day. I feel like that’s going to see me through the rest of what seems like a very tumultuous year ahead. Transformation can be messy! Read the full article

#Eos #goingwithin #january #MagickalMonth #newyear #pagan #renewal #selfexamination #wicca #witchcraft

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