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bbybladeee · 26 days

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lunar eclipse enters hasta nakshatra on march 25th @ 4am EST

We currently are experiencing a Full Moon Lunar Eclipse in Hasta (हस्त), the nakshatra that pierces the veil of illusion through discernment. This nakshatra fully resides in the sign of sidereal Virgo, in the center of an earthy and materialistic sign. For the next six months, we are focused on obtaining our goals by refining our skills and sharpening our intelligence. Eclipses bring our attention to what is ending so something else can begin. Lunar Eclipses ask us to let go of our deep emotional baggage (likely feelings that have been building for months or even years) and release them so that we can make room for positive change. Lunar Eclipses can be emotional times that heighten our senses, perceptions, memories, dreams. Odds are, the eclipse will trigger an unexpected event either perceived as good or bad that you will later understand in-depth why it happened the way that it did. The purpose of an eclipse is to shine light on the truth when you’re blinded by your emotions and desires. Eclipses clear away all obstacles obscuring your vision so that you can see your life path clearly. Lunar Eclipses tend to lead to the end of bad friendships, draining careers, and all other setbacks. There is little to no chance of getting things reversed. Eclipses demand that we move forward.

Hasta is embedded with sthapaniya agama shakti—the power to place things directly into our hands. Hasta’s goal is to attain the never-ending knowledge of the divine and explore the world around us with humility. It has the ability to bring goals to life quickly and place tangible results in our hands. The overall purpose of Hasta is to find spiritual liberation, or moksha, through the journey of naming a goal and then accomplishing it, the ability to speak what you want into existence. Although Hasta is in the materialistic sign of Virgo, it has the deep desire to transmute the spiritual into the material and back again. It craves to understand the connection between the two planes.

Hasta (हस्त) can mean “hand,” indicating skill, artistry, and a hard-working nature. The common English language words like hand, handy, hassle, haggle, haste, hard, harness etc are said to be derived from Hasta or Hastha. Hasta is ruled by the stars α Crv, β Corvi, δ Crv, γ Crv, and ε Crv, all residing within the Corvus constellation. The constellation of Corvus is supposed to be a crow. In Greek mythology, Princess Coronis was the lover of Apollo. When Coronis became pregnant, Apollo appointed his personal messenger, a white raven, to guard Coronis for the duration of her pregnancy. While carrying Apollo’s child, she became sexually involved with Prince Ischys, a mortal. When the raven realized what had happened, it brought the news to Apollo of his lover’s infidelity. Apollo became so angered that the raven didn’t peck out the eyes of Prince Ischys on sight that Apollo cursed the raven’s pure white feathers to be scorched black. Apollo then kills Prince Ischys and sends his sister Artemis to kill Princess Coronis in a funeral pyre. But before she was murdered, they removed her baby, Asclepius, from her womb. And afterwards, Coronis was tossed to the heavens to become the constellation Coronis. This tale warns the listener of the consequences of ego, ill speech, lying, infidelity, and disloyalty, all vices of the nakshatra Hasta. The Lunar Eclipse in Hasta inspires us to believe that we can achieve all that we put our minds to, and that we can manifest anything into the material realm.

Hasta is symbolized by hands, fists, and open palms. This represents power, dexterity, communication, and blessings. Our hands possess the fate of our souls. It acts like a map that translates the cosmos into lines on our palms (e.g. palmistry). This is because the hand symbolizes creation, craftsmanship, hard work, and skill. Hasta blesses us with a lot of skills that help us to survive in this material world, especially problem solving and putting things in order. The symbolism of the hand suggests the grasping nature of Hasta, and an ability to grab and hold on to all sorts of things. This grasping nature can be material, spiritual, mental, emotional, or physical. The symbolism of Hasta is a representation of attainment of the end or material object over the procedure of the attainment. The very symbol refers to the fact that Hasta holds the promise of immediate acquisition of the desired object by dint of sheer skill. This nakshatra also symbolizes agreements and greetings as represented by the hand shake. Hasta represents our urge to serve the Divine through being of service to others and nature. Mudras are positions that we can place our hands in that have various meanings. You can find mudras in all types of religious symbolism from Hinduism, to Buddhism, to Christianity. Most of the type you will find Divine beings with mudra hand placements that represent bestowing blessings and peacefulness. The hamsa symbol is also associated with Hasta nakshatra. Hasta can also represent the fingers, rings, wrists, bracelets, and bangles. Rings can represent beauty and even love and marriages. Rings and bangles represent the eternal commitment that comes with marrying someone. Both rings and bangles can be used by married women in times of hardships. When getting a divorce, annulment of a marriage, or death of a partner, rings and other jewelry have been used in place of a proper dowry to help a woman who has lost her main form of income (her husband).

Hasta is related to the anahata chakra (अनाहत), or heart chakra, because of its association with the hands and arms. This chakra is said to be connected to our feelings of compassion, understanding, kindness, and love. It is at the seat of one’s life force energy. In the Upanishads, it is described as a small flame residing within the heart. Anahata chakra is also said to have the ability to make decisions outside the realm of karma. One can make decisions based on the heart or one’s higher self, not the unfulfilled emotions and desires of lower nature. Meditation on this chakra is said to bring about siddhis, or psychic abilities. As such, Hasta has a connection to the mystical realms and usually has an understanding of the esoteric and occult. But first, one must leave behind their old way of thinking before being able to accept that esoteric knowledge and occult understandings are real to begin with. Hasta can also be symbolized by the sun, sunrays, and bright stars in the night sky. And just like our hand has five fingers, the most popular modern depiction of stars are five-point stars. The sun’s thermal energy sustains all life on earth and keeps it nourished. When humans first moved from the hunter-gatherer lifestyle to farmers, the most important part of this transition was our ability to use tools and our ability to care for livestock. Animal husbandry changed the way we farmed the land, and thus cattle and sheep are considered to be symbols of life and even civilization. All modern civilization revolves around livestock. We owe our technological advancements to our ability to care for animals. The potter’s wheel can also act as a symbol of Hasta, representing hard work, refinement, and the time required to achieve perfection. Another symbol of Hasta are cattle and buffalo. Cattle is the animal of life while buffalo is the animal of self-sacrifice. Both animals give until there is nothing left to give. This represents the sacrificing and giving nature of Hasta, often donating to charity and volunteering their time to the collective. Hasta feels the best when others put their faith in them and think highly of their abilities. Hasta enjoys being in service to others, however it must not give away all of their light.

Hasta is ruled by Savitar, the god of the Sun and its light. Savitar dispels the darkness of ignorance from our mind and infuses it with Divine intelligence. He shines as the light of intelligence, skill, health and positivity within us. He inspires us to see everything in a more positive light. He blesses us with the power of recognition and understanding of things. Savitar has the ability to manifest what we are seeking and place it in our possession. He is also the source of the creative and procreative energy of all beings. Yet, strong intellect, if not balanced by an open heart, can also make us too self-centered, insensitive or even greedy and egoistic.

Hasta is also connected to the Moon. Bhuvaneshvari (भुवनेश्वरी), or Parvati (पार्वती), is the Mahavidya associated with the Moon. Bhuvaneshvari is a compound of the words Bhuvana Isvari, meaning “Goddess of the World” or “Queen of the Universe.” She is mother of the world, or whose body comprises all of the fourteen lokas (syncretized with the seven circles of heaven and seven circles of hell) of the cosmos. She embodies all of existence, acting as a representation of the material, mental, emotional, and spiritual planes. Bhuvaneshwari is the creator of the five elements. Bhuvaneshwari is the creator of the five elements. The Saptha Matrika, the Seven Mother Goddesses) are said to have emanated from her beeja mantra: Hreem (Hreemkara). Just like how there are 7 days in a week (seven solar cycles, or days, in every week), there are seven powers that Bhuvaneshvari possess, symbolized by the saptamatrika.

This particular Lunar Eclipse has the Sun, Mercury, and Rahu on one side with the Moon and Ketu on the other. Mercury is the signifier for Hasta, so Mercury being involved is a good sign. However Mercury is opposing the nakshatra of Hasta. So this Lunar Eclipse is all about balance: balance of the mind and body, balance of the mental and emotional, balance of the upper and lower. The Moon being with Ketu allows for us to reach new emotional and spiritual heights, but we have to be willing to remove ego from our feelings. We must not get caught up in judgements, critics, and negative opinions. We must remove ourselves from the need to belittle others or ourselves verbally. When we can detach from our primal emotions, we can unlock our ability to see beyond that which is in front of us. Both the Moon and Ketu are in Hasta nakshatra. However, the Sun is in Uttara Bhadrapada while Mercury and Rahu are in Revati. We are getting to the root of what allows us to feel like we have purpose in life. But we might become entitled and blinded by what we want if we aren’t careful. We can slip into our ego state easily with Rahu irritating the Sun. And Mercury might accidentally say something it doesn’t mean if we aren’t careful. We need to keep up unnecessary comments and complaints to ourselves or we risk saying something that creates setbacks in our goals. Our words hold more weight and meaning than we may realize at this time.

Individual Interpretation

Full Moon Lunar Eclipses are connected to our emotions, feelings, moods, and needs. Hasta Lunar Eclipse intellectually creative and able to come up with original ideas and new ways of doing things. Our speech and writing are more thoughtful, allowing us to express how we feel more effectively. It helps us to interact with the world and engage in its game with a little bit of healthy detachment and sense of humor. It encourages us to take things more lightly and look at difficult situations in life or obstacles with curiosity of a child, rather than taking it too seriously. Challenges, after all, are our opportunities to learn, progress and grow stronger. Your foresight and intuition are heightened. With Hasta and Virgo stimulating our mental faculties, we are becoming more aware of our surroundings and how we can move in order to get to our goals. You are making better decisions now as you are more capable at perceiving all angles of a situation and predict possible outcomes beforehand. You quickly find solutions and can convince people of your perspectives. You’re more aware of your surroundings, heightening your listening comprehension skills.

You may be excessively critical when under stress and lose your natural patience. You often do have to deal with stress in your life—you might feel overburdened or repressed, and may struggle with your self-esteem. If you start to indulge your every sensual desire, you could fall into a lifestyle that is morally and physically unhealthy. Spend more time enjoying nature as this can be a great healing activity. The serenity of nature can calm your mind. However, be mindful of your general environment both in and out of nature as you may be prone to getting yourself into hazardous situations.

Hasta Lunar Eclipse is encouraging us to find wealth and abundance in our everyday lives. Although it may not happen immediately, it’s likely that you will achieve success within the next six months. It is important to work towards a goal consistently. Consistently is the key right now. Hasta is great for anything involving the hands: skill, dexterity, craftsmanship. Hasta imparts the “midas touch” into all things that will put our full attention on. It’s important to develop our skills now so we can use them for success and achievement later. Finding a path that offers spiritual fulfillment, rather than just material success, will create a positive shift for you. Hasta could encourage a more competitive side that values winning at all costs even if it brings your undoing. Comparison is, however, the thief of joy. And getting caught up in what others are doing is merely a distraction from what you are to be doing. Hasta wants us to zoom in on what we are good at ourselves, not asking us to be good at what others are good at. This transit is for our own betterment. We are only in competition with ourselves. Avoid stressing yourself, overburdening yourself, or repressing how you feel. You may struggle with low self-esteem if you don’t focus on yourself. Avoid being highly critical of yourself and others.

We are going to be more focused on our home, family, and close relationships, seeing our private life and being the foundation to all our successes. If our home life is peaceful and serene, we have the necessary basis to be able to focus on other important objectives. This is a time for you to dedicate to your family and close relationships. Hasta nourishes all that you love to pour your time and efforts into, and thus your family and close relationships can flourish with this eclipse. This is a time for letting go of what prevents you from showing up as your full self and other relationships that distract you from what is important to you. You’re re-evaluating who drains your light and who allows you to shine your brightest.

Those with Rohini, Mrigashirsha, Ardra, Pushya, Hasta, Chitra, Svati, Anuradha, Purva Ashadha, Uttara Ashadha, Shravana, Uttara Bhadrapada, and Revati placements will have the most positive experience under this eclipse (especially Svati). If you have Bharani, Krittika, Punarvasu, Ashlesha, Magha, Purva Phalguni, Uttara Phalguni, Vishakaha, Mula, and Dhanishta placements, this eclipse will be so-so for you. This eclipse will affect those with Ashvini, Jyeshtha, Shatabhisha, and Purva Bhadrapada placements the most negatively. You may find it hard to not focus on what isn’t working in their lives right now. There could be a tendency to get overly emotional as Hasta asks you to be honest with yourself about why you feel stuck and incapable of moving forward in life. You can’t escape from this feeling. You must sit with discomfort in order for it to pass. Be careful to not make promises that you cannot keep during this transit.

Collective Interpretation

We as a collective are becoming more compassionate and understanding to our peers. Spiritually, that is the direction we are mostly headed in at least, but some might become trapped in a critical way of thinking. There could be more personal projections going on. Some might feel comfortable trying to tell you who you are based on their own perspectives and ideologies. Be careful to avoid this! Focus your time on spreading the nectar of empathy and love towards all beings. And make sure to put your energy towards building up your auric field so as to not absorb the feelings and emotions of others around you. The goal is to remain sovereign in your own feelings and experiences. Hasta is all about energy exchange, but we must be mindful of when we choose to share our energy with others.

Hasta supports all artisans and craftsmen. If you work as an artist, creative, performer, writer, author, publisher, typist, jewellerymaker, beautician, manicurist, tradesmen, manual laborer, inventor, banker, accountant, housekeeper, maid, cleaner, gardener, and herbalists you will see more flow of income during the next six months. Art and expression, especially visual and linguistic, is becoming more appreciated. The healing arts are also going to be appreciated as people look towards alternative healing methods and practices to help relieve themselves of aches and pains. Hasta is also related to thieves and con-artists. It’s important for us all to be more aware of our surroundings and avoid getting into dealings with those who are trying to swindle us out of your wealth. Avoid people with sticky fingers.

The public is becoming increasingly more critical and observant of world news and how their national/local governments are making decisions. The collective may become more divided as each side gets deeper into their own world views, noticing how some of their needs and wants aren’t being met by world leaders. There is a possibility that we are getting more details on what political ideology we align ourselves with. We are asking ourselves if our government or nation actually serves the people or are they serving themselves. Are they making sure they have money in their pocket and food in their fridges before making sure the people are safe and secure? Are they making business deals behind the scenes at the expense of the population? Are the laws they are focused on passing related to what we are experiencing on a daily basis? The next six months will be eye opening for all of us. And this time is important because this is the biggest election year in decades. The people are highly watching their government officials right now so any wrong move or slip up will be focused on. Everyone will be talking about it and judging whether someone deserves to be an official again next year. This goes for both local and national elections. Pay attention to what’s going on in your town/city, county, state/provinces, territories, and country.

Both Virgo and Hasta encourage us to spend time giving to our community, volunteering our time or donating our money for the greater good. Hasta supports all giving and receiving to people, animals, and nature. The public needs to be focused on developing a sense of community and togetherness. We should all be focused on the greater good, and how we and the government can do more to service the community. We must all bear the burden of responsibility.

There could be a resurgence of spiritual and religious ideology as Hasta is associated with spiritual devotion. Hasta wants to gain material wealth by devoting itself to a higher being. This could encourage others to seek devotion as an access to God or a Higher Power.

This transit will last for a total for six months at least. At the most, it can last two years. This is subjective as the nature of the Moon, Rahu, and Ketu are subjective.

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cocowritesstuff · 1 year

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corvus oculum corvi non eruit

Meet my Harry Potter (au) OC 🖤💚

Name: Lyra Solène Lestrange-Weasley

Nickname(s)/Titles: Ly, The Slytherin Sweetheart, Little Lestrange, Mademoiselle Lestrange, Madame Lestrange-Weasley

DOB: Jan 13th, 1979

House: Slytherin

Quidditch? Yes

Position: Keeper

Family: Bellatrix Lestrange (mother), Rodolphus Lestrange (father), Narcissa Malfoy (aunt & godmother), Lucius Malfoy (uncle), Andromeda Tonks (aunt), Draco Malfoy (cousin), Aradia Malfoy (cousin), Nymphadora Tonks (cousin), Rabastan Lestrange (uncle), Theodore Nott Sr. (godfather)

Loyalty: Death Eaters (forced/“defected”), The Order of the Phoenix, The Dark Triad, Slytherin House, Herself

Wand: 10 inches exactly, alder wood, dragon heartstring & “switch-like,” flexibility

Patronus: was unable to produce one until age 20, when she did, it was a Capuchin monkey.

Marital Status: Married George Weasley in 2002

Residence: Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire (school days), 12 Grimmauld Place, London (post graduation/wartime), Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire (wartime/post-war), Lestrange House, Mayfair, London (post-war)

Occupation: Student (formerly) Socialite, investor, philanthropist (post war), eventually went on to work in Wizarding Crisis Management, making her a direct hindrance at times to the DMLE and Ministry.

Background: The s*rial-killer’s daughter of the Wizarding World. Born with a gift for Occlumency yet cursed with a name almost as notorious as the Golden Boy himself’s, but for all the wrong reasons, this Slytherin aristocrat dedicated her immense reserves of ambition, cunning, and determination into ensuring that her peers, along with the rest of society, would never, ever view her in the same light as her parents. Due to her charismatic and overall easygoing, if not slightly aloof and arrogant personality, as well as her behavior throughout her school years, she became known amongst her peers both sincerely and insincerely alike, as The Slytherin Sweetheart, and was known throughout Hogwarts as one of the more approachable members of the snake house in her time. However, as the events of the Second Wizarding War began to unfold, it became apparent that in times of hardship, blood often runs thicker than water, and she and her mother had far more in common than either of them had originally anticipated— to neither one of their benefits.

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Lyra has an Alder wood wand which speaks to her natural aptitude for nonverbal magic, which she began practicing her first year and mastered by her fourth. She is also a natural born Occlumens, which helped her tremendously during the war.

Her favorite spell is crucio, just like her mum’s. She unfortunately has a natural gift for Dark Magic, and is able to use it in limited amounts without it entirely corrupting her soul and mind (something that she gets from her father and uncle, as it runs in the Lestrange family— obv Bella was driven mad by it sooo… sorry NHOB).

She, like most Purebloods, follows the Old Ways of magic (i.e, celebrating Pagan holidays, using ceremonial magic, etc.), something she gets from Narcissa. Litha is her favorite holiday.

Lyra is a small constellation which is often represented by a bird, such as an eagle or vulture, carrying a lyre through the night sky. This ties into how the symbol for the Lestrange family is a bird (raven/crow), and the lyre is a musical instrument favored by Apollo, and when placed in the hands of Orpheus, was said to produce the most enchanting and beautiful music with the ability to charm anyone, even inanimate objects. This relates to Lyra’s personality, and how she is known as a very good talker, able to slither her way in and out of any situation using only her words.

Lyra & George’s relationship is loosely based on Orpheus and Eurydice— one loses the other due to circumstances beyond control, and makes a seemingly impossible journey in order to get them back.

She was handed off to Narcissa and Lucius right after she was weaned, and her mother was incarcerated not long afterwards. As she was raised by the Malfoy family, she considers Aradia and Draco to be her siblings rather than her cousins. She did not remember what her mother looked like, and only had 3 conversations with her father before he died. Due to this, she considers Narcissa as her mother, and it is reciprocated. Narcissa adores her, as Lyra is more interested in knowing how to network and thrive in society, which was greatly utilized after the war, and Aradia, her other daughter, is much closer to Lucius and more interested in learning how to be the next Malfoy Heiress.

Her patronus memory is when George stood up to Molly and defended her to the Weasley family. It was the only happy memory she had that did not have any negativity/impurity attached to it on her end.

The Lestrange Family words are not just a motto, they are a fatal blood curse on every member of the family, that typically lays dormant, as its sole focus is prohibiting them from ever doing anything directly to intentionally betray or turn against a member of their family. Due to this, she could not testify against her parents. However, due to his involvement in helping Lyra and Aradia escape Malfoy Manor, she testified for her uncle, Rabastan post-war and this led to him receiving a reduced sentence in Azkaban, followed by permanent house arrest… unfortunately, she did not predict him having to live with HER, due to her being his only kin. Rabastan spent most of his time keeping to himself, and eventually began to unlearn his bigoted ways. He died soon after as a man on the pathway to complete reformation.

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archangelofzion · 13 days

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Star Wars: Convergence

Chapter Two

She'd never seen the battle field before, but now it was all too real and the Larty—as the clones had told her to call it—had touched down.

The small vessel rocked and shivered as it swooped to the surface, Arianna kept her hand locked on the bar above her, feeling out the air through the force.

Wolffe nodded beside her, a gesture of encouragement as the pilot told them how close they were.

"Master, what happens when we touch down?"

"We will be right in the middle of a crossfire." Plo answered behind her. "Hold the line, I will move the troops forward."

"Yes, Master."

"Just keep your wits," Comet shoved his fist into her shoulder pad. "You'll get it, Ari'ka."

Her jaw set as she felt the ground get close, and before she knew it, the Larty's hatch flew open and the hot air whooshed in.

The terrain came into full view faster to her as she found herself instantly jumping from the vessel after Sinker and Boost, the huge, jutting rocks and nearly-clear sky infinite it seemed, but she had no time to take it in, as the clones ran forward, the ground shaking with the marching of battle droids nearby.

Plo went straight to the front of the troopers, lightsaber activated. More Larties dropping off soldiers by the moment.

Arianna's sabers snarled into beams of blue light as she ran, Force-jumping over Corvis to be farther to the front.

She tore through droids easily, twisting and slashing. She saw Plo and Wolffe at the very front, and tried to make it to them, the scream of a hit trooper making her senses snap to him, all too aware of his pain through the Force, her body went leaden with the thought of it before she forced herself to get back to attention, throwing out her hand and crushing the turret on a gunship as it blasted the ground right in front of Coment, making him stumble and fall.

Arianna ran his way, flicking her wrist to deflect blasts, she grabbed his arm and hoisted him back up, receiving a nod of thanks from him before she rushed to the front line.

"Move it towards the command tower!" Wolffe yelled over the shared link inside his brother's helmets and Arianna and Plo's comms.

Arianna finally got to her master's side, deflecting blasts as much as she tore down battle droids, he held the line strongly, and internally she was admiring the powerful Jedi master, and wondering how long it would take her to reach such greatness.

It was fairly easy to breach the lines of droids and gunships, Warthog coming through the sky with a roaring ship to tear the ground, covered with marching droids, apart.

Arianna force-jumped up the command tower, tearing guards and droids from the levels while the clones made their way up.

Comet landed with a metallic ping beside her, his jet pack whooshing. "Really showed those clankers who's boss here!"

She smacked his back grinning.

"Hey, get your shebs over here!" Wolffe yelled to them, waving his arm to beckon. "Enough slackin'."

Comet grunted under his breath, marching down the towers outside with the young Jedi next to him.

By the time they entered the tower the troopers already had the Separatists in surrender, the tactical droid held at gunpoint by Corvis as Plo walked calmly through the room.

"When did Dooku relocate you here?" He asked, voice muffled but serious.

No answer came.

"The general asked you a question!" Wolffe snarled, hitting the tactical droid with his blaster.

"That won't help." Arianna said from the doorway, Comet looked to her as she walked slowly up to the droid, lifting her gloved hand into its lenses.

She closed her eyes while searching through it, focusing solely on the one answer she wasn't sure why they needed.

"After the battle on Lor'huron." she said quietly. "When Master Windu and Secura took down their base."

Plo nodded thoughtfully, Wolffe approaching the alien and speaking to him where the others couldn't hear.

"Dead end," Boost grumbled. "Again..."

"For what?" Arianna asked.

"Rumors were this was Dooku's hideout." Comet answered. "Why you never trust a whisper."

"But we're a step close to finding him." She offered.

"She's right," Boost said. "One base outta hundreds." He said the last bit with sarcastic excitement.

Sinker shoved his fist into Boost's chest plate. "Least we'll get to have a go at Greivous and Baldy next time."

"Whoa, easy there, you Di'kut," Corvis shook his head. "That's Jedi business."

"Well, got ourselves two of those now." Comet said, clapping Arianna's shoulder. "So what're we waitin' for?"

"What do think, Ari'ka?" Wolffe asked, walking over to join them. "Think you could take Ventress?"

"I'll put fifty credits on it right now," Boost said. "Take me on."

"Well," Arianna started walking through the bantering troopers. "While you all make bets you'll probably never figure out, I'm going to find my master."

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"We've just received word of a distress signal in a supply route from one of our fleets," Master Kenobi told everyone else through the meeting, most of the attendees there through hologram. "I'm sending Master Vos to check on it."

Windu turned to Plo, standing in the breifing room of the GAR base, Wolffe standing just behind him. "And your progress on the Separatists base?" he asked.

"It was not the hideout we thought it to be, however, we took out a small command center."

"Very good." Yoda complimented. "And progress your padawan made?"

He nodded once. "She did well."

The Grand Master nodded thoughtfully. "Send her to the temple you will, more training she requires before returning to battle."

"Yes, master."

"Then it's settled." Mace swept his eyes around each Jedi. "Skywalker and Tano will continue their work down in the outer rim, Master Vos will head out to the supply route."

Plo nodded as the images flickered away, Wolffe looked a him as he walked out of the briefing room. "Arianna did well," he said, helmet carried under his arm.

"She did, indeed."

"This isn't my place, but I think she's more suited out here with us."

"She told you that?"

"Not directly, but I can tell."

The Jedi considered, but couldn't deny the orders of the Council, after all, he didn't feel she was ready to be in the war every day, at least not yet.

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"I can't believe you're taking her away already," Comet jokingly whined. "She just got here."

Arianna laughed, pushing him in the chest. "I'll be back, right, master?"

"Of course. The Council has just asked for you to finish training at the Temple first."

"More likely to die doing that than out here." she muttered to Boost.

"Arianna..." Plo warned half-heartedly.

"Sorry, master."

"Come now, let's not leave master Yoda waiting."

"See you guys." She turned to the others to say.

"Don't stop your Mando'a lessons while you're gone, Ati'ka." Wolffe said.

"Oh, I've already picked up plenty..." She walked over to Sinker. "I know how to call someone a��" she whispered into his ear, and the other men watched their brother blanch as his eyes went wide, then he laughed nervously.

"Y—you might not want to say those things in the Temple." Sinker warned, still smiling nervously.

Arianna flashed him a sly smile.

"I don't even want to know..." Wolffe mumbled.

When she walked back to the ship Plo looked around at his troopers, hands folded in front of him. "What have you taught her?" he sighed.

"N—nothing too horrid." Comet chuckled.

"I'll give 'em a talking too." Wolffe shook his head. "Don't worry, Buir."

"It's not her I'm worried about..."

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Back at the Temple, Arianna met with Caleb Dume in the hall as she made her way to Yoda.

"How was the mission?" The boy asked instantly. "Was Dooku there?"

"No, but we took out a couple droids."

"Awesome."

She chuckled, knowing she could have told him they saw a couple Weequay's have a shooting match and he would've found it cool.

"Where are you headed?" Caleb asked.

"Master Yoda asked for me."

"Directly?" His frosty green eyes went wide, obviously awaiting the day he'd have a private audience with the most reverenced Jedi.

"Through my master."

"Oh..." He kept following her as she made her way through the temple. "Master Bilaba and I are heading to the barracks later on, we need to go meet the new troop we're getting placed with."

"That's great."

"Yeah. I, uh, wanted to ask you; what's it like, having your own squad?"

"Well... we got along pretty fast. Just bear through the clone behavior and it all goes smoothly."

He nodded. "I heard the rowdy ones are the Knulls."

"Sinker told me that Kal Skirata trained them, could be why."

"Who trained the 104th?"

"I'll have to ask. I think Sergeant Skirata did, too."

She reached the outside of her destination, and Caleb shifted. "Good luck, Captain Jinn." He smiled. "I can't wait for my own clone unit."

"I know. You'll do great, Caleb. I'll see you soon."

"Yeah, I have to go. Cal and Myla should be coming back soon. I don't wanna miss them."

She nodded, and he hurried off. She knew he loved to watch every other padawan, Ahsoka Tano and Myla Caddel mostly, and it brought a soft smile to her face, although she felt... resigned to most Jedi standards, and found herself leaning more to trust the ways of the clones and Mando sargents.

She finally walked into Yoda's quarters, the room darkened as the small Jedi sat amidst floating lights, meditating.

"Come in, padawan." he said to her, not even opening his eyes.

Arianna obeyed, sitting down on the short upholstered chair across from him.

The lights suddenly floated away, the covers on the window drew and allowed the natural light to return, and the Grand Master's emerald eyes beheld the young woman.

"Returned from your mission, you just have?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes, master."

"Afraid, were you?"

She considered for a few moments. "Yes, but... not so much for me."

"Explain."

"I wasn't afraid to die, but I saw the troopers... they were dying all around, and..." She took a breath. "I just hope it was all worth it."

Yoda nodded patiently, "Spoke to your master of these things, have you?"

"No, master."

"Wise you would be to do so."

She nodded again. "I will, then."

"Very good. Now, training we will begin." He settled forward a little, making her do the same. "Close your eyes, on the Force focus, to my instructions listen."

She did as she was told, shutting her eyes, hands folded in her lap. She tried to tap into the Force, willing it to overwhelm her being.

"What you wish of your future, tell me." Yoda said softly.

Her eyes flickered beneath her lids. "To become a great Jedi, to win the war, bring peace to the galaxy..."

To make sure my unit gets out alive. To be like Qui-Gon. To find someone to confide in completely...

She hoped he couldn't hear her thoughts, because she knew the last three were things that would only disappoint. Jedi we're not supposed to form attachment, not to love or desire love, and it seemed that was all she wanted.

Yoda hummed in response. "Now, into the future, look. Tell me what you are shown."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"Use the Force, young one."

Her eyelids tightened as she focused, entering into the Force in ways she hadn't ever tried. It felt like she began to spiral down an endless tunnel, like being in hyperspace but going down, not forward.

She turned her head slightly as flashes of light danced over her vision, red and green and blue... lightsabers, maybe. Sounds began, the roaring like fighter ships and blaster fire... the stomping of boots.

She saw a pair of hands, gloved all but the fingers as if she was looking down at them, more flashes—all red... and blue lighting followed.

Arianna tightened her knuckles, sucking in a breath as Yoda shifted, looking at her with full focus, taking in her reactions.

In her mind, she saw a streaked image, like it was hastily scrawled onto the side of an aircraft, it looked like a bird, its wings stretched upward. She heard more blasterfire, and felt a strange sense of... peace, belonging, before it all became terror and heartache.

Tears ran down her face as she kept herself in the trance, needing to know the end of it.

She saw more images, but none were clear, and heard a rasping breath, followed by an igniting red blade, she felt the whir in her hand, as if she ignited her own... amber eyes snapped open, but as if they were a reflection of—

"Padawan,"

Yoda's sudden, firm voice finally snapped her out of it, her eyes opening quickly with a quiet gasp.

She looked around, taking in the surroundings as if she'd just woke from a coma, then looked down.

"Disturbing images, did you see?" Yoda asked a bit softly, but his eyes were full of careful calculation.

She looked up slowly. "A bit, I don't understand what I saw. But I felt the..." She swallowed.

"Hard to perceive, the future is. What you felt, tell me."

"The Dark Side."

The words hissed from between her teeth in a whisper, as if uttering them are like make it all too real.

Yoda nodded thoughtfully, bringing a small, three fingered hand to his chin. "A sense of hesitation in this war you have. Brought on by that, it may be."

"Perhaps..."

"Speak to your master, I will. Join your fellow padawans. For training, return tomorrow."

"Yes, Master." She stood and bowed.

"Young Jinn," She turned to acknowledge him. "Very careful, you must be. Dark times these are. Easy to fall away, it is."

"I understand."

He nodded, and she left, trying to shake the feeling from the visions. She just wanted to know what they meant, and how they came to be.

Of course, Caleb was waiting around the corner in an alcove when she passed by, an expectant look on his young face. "So, what did Master Yoda speak to you about?" he asked.

Caleb walked along with her as she went. "Oh, just about the mission. Nothing too major." A slight lie, but she didn't know what to say.

"Oh, I thought you were getting knighted or something."

She laughed a little. "I'm not ready for that."

Caleb had a way about him she admired, a real sense of belonging, and a strong bond to the Force and ways of the Jedi. Sometimes she envied how well he got along with all of it. How mystical she knew he could be as a man. But he was still just a boy. Barely fourteen years old and just a few years her younger, yet she knew he'd become a far greater Jedi than she could dream of being.

"Well," Caleb said, stopping in his tracks, Arianna halted slowly. "I have to go meet Master Billaba so we can head to the base. Hey, did you want to come? There'll be plenty of others there."

She considered his offer, knowing she'd never get sleep if she went to her quarters now, and Yoda had told her to spend time with her friends... "Sure. But I have to be back tonight."

Caleb nodded, jerking his head to tell her to follow.

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The GAR base was full of soldiers—as usual. Jedi and hired Sergeants and other Republic members scattered about the huge open space.

Fighter jets and smaller ships docked the bay, troopers heading off and coming back.

Arianna walked a bit behind Caleb and Depa Billaba, scanning the clones and faces, familiar and not, of the base.

She caught sight of Ashoka Tano, her fellow padawan only about a year or so younger than her, she was coming from a fighter craft behind her master, Anakin Skywalker and the clone Captain Rex.

Arianna waved slightly, getting a kind smile from the Togruta. Anakin was busy speaking to another Admiral who'd approached them, Rex at his side, helmet in one arm as he stood firm behind his general.

Ahsoka looked a bit impatient and bored, but masked it well, standing up straight as she waited.

Arianna nodded to the clones she walked by, receiving small salutes and nods of respect.

But she didn't think she'd done much worthy of their utmost respect. Maybe once she'd gotten onto the battle field a little more.

Caleb stood with focused attention beside his master, meeting their new clone battalion.

Billaba was speaking to the man in front, his katarn armor crafted like a commander's, painted with pale green on the helmet and shoulders.

She felt someone approaching her from behind and smiled softly.

"I heard Master Plo had returned, but I didn't think I'd be seeing you without him." Ahsoka's soothing, feminine voice came from behind. Arianna turned on her heel to see her friend, dressed in deep red pants and a sleeveless shirt, a matching red and magenta skirt around her hips.

"I'm glad to see you well." Ahsoka's starry blues sparkled as she leaned in for a short hug.

Arianna put her arms around her shoulders. "And you, too."

"How's Master Plo? The Wolf Pack?"

"Alive and well and just as rowdy as before."

Ashoka chuckled.

"And Master Skywalker?"

She huffed. "The same. Unfortunately." She added under her breath playfully, starting to walk with Arianna across the base.

A trooper in red paint and a kamas passed them by, nodding to each woman. The Jedi both did the same in return.

Arianna smirked halfway, inclining her head towards her friend. "And Captain Rex? How's he?"

She could feel Ahsoka fluster as her large eyes darted back to Arianna, then to their path. "He's... fine. I couldn't imagine fighting alongside any other."

"He sounds great. At least you make him sound that way."

Ahsoka cleared her throat. "My master is probably ready to go, I should—"

"Commander, there you are."

They looked to see Captain Rex walking to them, helmet still under his arm. Arianna held back her amusement as Ahsoka—not as discreetly as she probably thought—watched his movements.

"Commander Jinn," Rex nodded in respect.

"Captain, actually, Wolffe is Commander." She shrugged.

"Ah, apologies, Captain."

"No worries, Trooper."

He turned back to Ahsoka. "General Skywalker is ready to head out. He's requested your presence."

"Of course," Ahsoka said, then turned to Arianna. "I'll see you at training tomorrow?"

"Just before three-hundred."

"Be safe."

"You, as well."

"Tell Wolf Pack I said hello," Rex said.

"They're always talking about you, Rex." She smiled.

He looked a little nervous, then wary. "Wh—what do they say..?"

"Skywalker's waiting, remember?" She avoided his question.

Rex sighed, turning on his heel with Ahsoka.

Arianna shook her head, smiling, then wandered around the bay. After about fifteen minutes of aimless walking she saw a trooper sitting against the bulkhead, gazing down at his helmet in his hands between his legs.

She could feel his Force signature, a sense of passion, but... but he also had a sense of confusion, hesitation.

Those were things she understood.

"Hello," she said as she approached him.

He looked up, his brown eyes still had some light to them, and he looked young. A shiny is probably what Wolffe and the others would have called him. "Oh," he looked a little shocked, quickly standing up as if on a drill. "Ma'am, at your service."

"At ease, soldier," she smiled gently. "And you can call me Arianna."

He nodded. "You're..." his eyes drifted to her belt and the hilts of her sabers hanging from it, then the braid coiled behind her ear, draped over her shoulder. "You're a Jedi?"

"Padawan, I serve with the 104th and Master Plo Koon."

"I've heard a lot about them. Pleased to meet you, ma'am."

"What's your name?"

"CT—"

"No, no, your real name. Not your number."

His eyes registered surprise. "Sear, ma'am. My brothers call me Sear."

She smiled again. "Who do you serve under?"

"Master Depa Billaba, my commanding officer is Commander Grey."

"Have you ever been to battle before?"

"Yes, ma'am, once..."

"How was it?"

Now he really seemed taken aback by her, realizing she actually cared to know. "It was... different than drill training, I guess you..." he stopped talking, a somber look in his eyes as he shook his head.

"You begin to understand the stakes a lot heavier." Arianna guessed, her voice patient and gentle.

"Y—yes, that would be it."

"I'm sorry, Sear."

"It's...It's alright, ma'am."

"Walk with me?" she asked, beginning to move slowly.

Sear followed without hesitation, and she wished it would have been for more reasons besides it was his training to always obey higher-ups.

"May... may I ask you a question, ma'am?" Sear asked meekly, and it pleased her that he would finally test the waters.

"Only if you stop calling me 'ma'am'." she said.

"Oh—uh, of course m— uh, Arianna..." Maybe it felt strange on his tongue, but she didn't think it was fitting for him to address her like she was someone special. "What do you make of all this? The war?" he asked sullenly.

She wasn't sure whether or not the question surprised her, he seemed to radiate a sense of question when she felt him, but now, hearing him ask... felt different.

"Some days, it's like I have a perfect sense of clarity, of who are the evil and who are the good, of what the right decision is..." she spoke carefully, tactfully. "And then some... some I'm not so sure anymore. Some, I have no sense of where we draw the lines, and they all just..."

"They all blur together?"

"Yes,"

Sear nodded absently, staring off at the gathering troops a level below. "Guess that makes me feel a little better, knowing even the Jedi feel those ways."

"I wish we had all the answeres," she said, stopping to gaze down below with him. "Unfortunately I think we're all just trying to learn them as we go."

#Arianna jinn #plo koon #the 104th battalion #commander wolffe #ahsoka tano #captain rex #rexsoka #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #clone wars #clone troopers #the 501st

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alephskoteinos · 19 days

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Something in Don Webb's "Seven Faces of Darkness" alerted me to an aspect of solar myth linked to lust that I probably intuited when reading about Aleister Crowley's portrayal of the Devil as Pan-Pangenetor. It concerns the "total wakefulness of Mendes" via PGM IV. 3255-74.

"Total wakefulness" is linked to the erotic unrest meant to be induced by the spell and many other spells within the PGM, while Mendes links to B3-nb-Dd.t, or rather the Ba of Djedet, Banebdjedet, the Ba of Mendes in the form of a ram. Webb pronounces the name as Bab-Net-Tett and refers to it as a goat who personified lust. Believe it or not that's not totally off the mark. Hans Dieter Betz identified B3-nb-Dd.t as the name of a ram-formed incarnation of Ra, the sun god. Betz notes that this form of Ra was frequently identified with gods such as Pan and Priapus, both of whom were often associated with sexual desire. This is also predictably where we get into Herodotus' legend of the "goat of Mendes", which he identified with Pan.

Banebdjedet though was always traditionally identified with Osiris or as an aspect of Osiris, though he has been linked to other deities such as Ptah, Ra-Atum, Shu, and Geb. The ram was usually a symbol of virility and also the nocturnal form of Ra as Ra-Osiris. That this Ba of Mendes is associated with sexual desire and lust in the magical context makes sense, since rams were already symbolically associated with virility. Greek writers thus identified Banebdjedet, or a sacred goat alleged to have been worshipped at Mendes, with Pan. There is apparently even a legend about a Persian king who sacked the temple of Mendes and then went mad after eating the sacred goat.

I suppose then the link that Webb proposes between Banebdjedet/Bab-Neb-Tett and Baphomet is not a total stretch of the imagination. In fact, Eliphas Levi himself identified the goat-headed image of Baphomet with Banebdjedet based on Herodotus’ description of the “Ram of Mendes”, which in turn became the Goat of Mendes, either way a Greek reference to Banebdjedet as Pan. From an occult standpoint, that link is definitely credible, and speaks to solar lust and virility, and, in the context of PGM IV. 3255-74, its association with the power to overturn the order of nature, despite also affirming that order to some extent through procreation.

But now we have to look at a paradox. On the one hand, Plutarch associated the "goat at Mendes" that Herodotus talked about with Osiris, ironically on the grounds that Osiris is really Reason (Logos), which is pretty ironic for the lust that Herodotus associated with the goat. On the other hand, the association of Banebdjedet with Seth-Typhon in PGM IV. 3255-74 implies an association of the lust of the ram/goat with the power to overturn the natural order, which more closely befits the way Plutarch associatied Typhon with the sun and irrationality. Indeed, the ram as a solar symbol had both associations in ancient Egypt: positive creative divine energy on the one hand, and the power to threaten the cosmic order on the other hand. Such is the dual symbolsim of the Black Ram.

Corvis Nocturnum has an interesting description of Baphomet that points to something valuable: "mindless, only filled with a Dionysian will to grow, feed, mate, survive and die, again and again, and it exists inside every living being." That description is essentially Crowley's description of Baphomet as the figure of The Devil in his Book of Thoth, which he identified with not only Pan but also Satan, Set, and the Sun.

Crowley refers to The Devil as representing creative energy in its "most material" form. The goat on the card is linked to Baphomet, as portrayed by Eliphas Levi, and to Pan. In fact, Crowley refers to the card itself as Pan Pangenetor, or Pan the All-Begetter. The card is also linked with the sign of Capricornus ("horned goat"), which Crowley interprets as a "goat leaping with lust upon the summits of the earth". The sign is ruled by Saturn, selfhood and perpetuity, and is exalted in Mars, the fiery and material energy of creation. The creative force represented by Capricornus is said to be "rough", "harsh", "dark", or even "blind". It is an impulse that does not account for reason, custom, or even foresight, divinely unscrupulous, without care for the result. Essentially, this force is "pure will". The sun, like The Devil, is seen by Crowley as a universe creative force. In fact, Crowley also argued in Magick in Theory and Practice that Satan was believed to be evil because he was associated with the burning rays of the sun, just like Typhon according to Plutarch.

The link between the goat and the sun in Crowley's context certainly had a lot to do with his own solar-phallic persona and solar myth, as Kenneth Anger noted, but it also inevitably lines up with certain Gnostic concepts of the Demiurge, some of which were really Devils. Yaldabaoth goes by another name: Samael. In this Gnostic context, the name Samael denotes the blindness of the creator of the world, a demon who created matter and claimed himself to be God, but was not the true God (remember, this is still by Christian standards). In early Christian writings "the creator of the world" was blind. In context this is meant to mean unaware and ignorant of the presence of Jesus Christ and the "true" God of Christianity. This argument is emphasized by Paul in the First and Second Epistles to the Corinthians, and in this respect Paul and some Gnostic sects are actually on the same page.

At the intersection of it all I think we get closer and closer to the kind of solar creativity and lust that fixates Satanism, "modern" occultism, and ancient pagan magic, perhaps bringing these worlds together in the forma of antinomian, Crowleyan, and satanic solar myth.

#satanism #don webb #aleister crowley #solar myth #greek magical papyri #greco-egyptian magic #baphomet #goat of mendes #banebdjedet #paganism #sun gods #lust #set #seth typhon #ra #osiris

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astraldrake · 10 months

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posting a second of these as well splitting them up bcs they're fairly long subject: scene from around the time of d1 vanilla, from Darren's pov. not going to give context for this one because i think no context is needed. i trust this one a little more to speak for itself.

The flowers wave gently in the breeze, red and white petals drifting gently ||they will bloom forever|| .The Vex crawl through the garden like ants, digging their tunnels and building their mounds of harsh geometry, their patterns ||The Pattern|| timeless and unyielding . Over it all, the heart pulses, a rippling shadow that whispers of terrors yet to come. || It grasps at you, draining your strength. Your wounds cannot heal while it remains. It hurts. It hurts. Like the countless knives that stole your body and strength.|| The heart beats again, singing its song of ruin to the Minds that supplicate to it. ||The end comes and you despair. It Hurts. IT HUR-||

Darren bolts upright in his hammock, heart pounding in his ears, his breathing quick and heavy. His mind races, he’s had this dream before. Whatever keeps trying to talk to him is getting more insistent, louder.

He’s broken from his thoughts by the indignant meowing of Lucky, apparently unhappy that her nice warm human bed had decided to suddenly move beneath her.

“Sorry about that girl, didn’t mean to scare you.” He mutters, as she hops onto the floor of the ship, and wanders off to find another place to rest. Too awake now to return to sleep himself, Darren tugs off his blankets and clambers out of the hammock.

The ship interior is dark, lit mostly by a mix of permanently active emergency lights and the ambient glow of sunlight bouncing off the planet below. He makes his way over to the window, staring out at the swirling surface of Venus, clouds shifting over its surface. The crew is here on a salvage run, hoping to snag either enough raw materials for needed repairs, or some fancy golden age tech they can pawn off to the same effect.

He’s not excited to run recon for this. Most of the place is House turf, and what isn’t is either infested with vex, picked clean, or crawling with guardians. It’ll be a risky job unless they get lucky, and they can’t afford any more bad luck. Not after their last job, an otherwise simple glimmer excavation that went sideways when they ran afoul of a particularly aggressive nightstalker. The bastard had narrowly missed Braltris and Ebreviks with their shadowshot. Ahkris had taken their head off and chucked both it and their body down the nearest ravine, while he’d kept and eye out for their ghost, who’d been smart enough to keep hidden and out of the crew’s way.

Darren sighs to himself. He can save the dread at their circumstances for later. The Albatross and her crew have seen harder times, they’ll get though this all the same.

He turns away from the window and crosses to the other end of the ship, flicking on a lamp attached to the side of a table. The light illuminates a shattered crow drone, one of several he’d snagged through various means, it’s tracking device thoroughly disabled.

Beside it lie several pieces of paper, one is rough map of meridian bay, another a series of scribbled notes, a third is a rough sketch of the heart he keeps seeing in his dreams. He knows that it all fits together somehow, that the heart the dreams want him to kill is in the Black Garden, and that the reef awoken know where the gate is. He wonders if his ghost has had any luck picking the drone’s brains.

“Corvi.” he says into the dark. A formality. She already knows he’s awake, and he knows she doesn’t sleep.

“Need something?” She materializes at his shoulder.

“Any luck with the files?”

“Not much so far, this stuff’s encrypted to hell and back, more heavily than any of the others I’ve dug around in.” Corvi twists her shell, fidgeting. “We’re on the right trail, I think, but I’m not sure how far we want to chase this rabbit.”

“The dreams haven’t steered us wrong before.” He argues, rubbing at his eyes. “Besides, it’ll only get worse the longer we take.”

“I know, but whatever this thing is, there’s a lot of important people with eyes on it. I’m worried we’re stepping too close to the spotlight.”

“Ahkris doesn't have to come with me.” It’s a weak argument and he knows it.

“I know, but she's not going to let you do this alone.”

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #astraldrake's writing #(i think that's a tag i have)#oc lore tuesday #OC: Darren

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beast-fang · 9 months

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🫂💔😺 for tsunami and gakuya? :>

i get to talk about these guys yesssss!!!

Tsunami Jousuke

🫂 A friendship headcannon:

He and Fudou are pals! I'd say that between the rest of the Bad Boys Brother's Blues gang, they're the closest. It mostly consists of them doing stupid things together, which has led to many an exchange like this:

Someoka: Why did you jump in the water?

Tsunami: Fudou bet me a thousand yen that I wouldn't.

💔 An angsty headcannon:

He's the eldest of four, and while his parents make ends meet for all of them, they aren't around much. As a result, he ends up taking on most of the the household chores. His siblings help where they can, but given that the second oldest is eleven, Tsunami still ends up with the biggest workload. The worst part is that while he understands why his parents aren't able to help out, he can't help but feel a little bitter about it.

😺 An animal related headcannon:

I'm not entirely sure if this counts because it's mentioned in canon once, but he fishes. He isn't the best at it, usually trying to hook something the second it bites, but when he catches something, it's always a big one. I mean come on, he's canonically caught a marlin! Also, I feel like he tries to catch some when he's surfing. No rod? No problem! He'll swim out and just grab a fish straight from the water!

Otomura Gakuya

🫂 A friendship headcannon:

He and Kidou kept in touch after the events of s2, and still talk to each other around the events of Go! I'd like to think that Otomura gives his input on Kidou's coaching on occasion.

💔 An angsty headcannon:

He wants to be a musician in the future, but his parents aren't supportive. They'd rather him go into a more secure profession. Otomura knows that most musicians aren't successful, of course, and he knows that his parents only want what's best for him, but it's what he wants to pursue.

😺 An animal related headcannon:

He has a parrot! He's tried to get it to sing, but it ends up mimicking his beatboxing. Now, he's trying to get it to come up with its own music.

#i have many thoughts on otomura. they just aren't long thoughts haha #he's like my oc at this point #also speaking from experience. don't try to catch fish with your hands! you will not be able to keep your grip!#haha anyways #inazuma eleven #tsunami jousuke #otomura gakuya #ask game #corvi's headcannons #yes some of these are a bit close to canon. no i do not care <3 #og #tsunami #otomura

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blossomwithbri · 1 year

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When the alchemist speaks of Mercurius, on the face of it he means quicksilver (mercury), but inwardly he means the world-creating spirit concealed or imprisoned in matter.

The dragon is probably the oldest pictoral symbol in alchemy of which we have documentary evidence. It appears as the Ouroboros, the tail-eater, in the Codex Marcianus, which dates from the tenth or eleventh century, together with the legend ‘the One, the All’.

Time and again the alchemists reiterate that the opus proceeds from the one and leads back to the one, that it is a sort of circle like a dragon biting its own tail. For this reason the opus was often called circulare (circular) or else rota (the wheel).

Mercurius stands at the beginning and end of the work: he is the prima materia, the caput corvi, the nigredo; as dragon he devours himself and as dragon he dies, to rise again in the lapis.

He is the play of colours in the cauda pavonis and the division into the four elements.

He is the hermaphrodite that was in the beginning, that splits into the classical brother-sister duality and is reunited in the coniunctio, to appear once again at the end in the radiant form of the lumen novum, the stone.

He is metallic yet liquid, matter yet spirit, cold yet fiery, poison and yet healing draught - a symbol uniting all the opposites.

― C.G. Jung, Psychology and Alchemy .ೃ࿐

#carl jung #jungian psychology #hermetic alchemy #mental alchemy #spiritualalchemy #spiritual wisdom #ouroborus #blossomwithbri #fullmoon

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portalibis · 2 years

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“When the alchemist speaks of Mercurius, on the face of it he means quicksilver (mercury), but inwardly he means the world-creating spirit concealed or imprisoned in matter.

Time and again the alchemists reiterate that the opus proceeds from the one and leads back to the one, that it is a sort of circle like a dragon biting its own tail.

For this reason the opus was often called circulare (circular) or else rota (the wheel).

Mercurius stands at the beginning and end of the work: he is the prima materia, the caput corvi, the nigredo; as dragon he devours himself and as dragon he dies, to rise again in the lapis.

He is the play of colours in the cauda pavonis and the division into the four elements.

He is metallic yet liquid, matter yet spirit, cold yet fiery, poison and yet healing draught - a symbol uniting all the opposites.”

― C.G. Jung, Psychology and Alchemy

Pic. Source: Manly Palmer Hall collection of alchemical manuscripts, 1500-1825

#Mercurius #C.G. Jung #Alchemy

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rosenongrata · 5 days

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wishes for another day – 2/11

summary: A collection of birthday fics for Genshin Impact characters, feat. a variety of OCs from a private fic – Divine Spark.

a/n: yes this is OC-related yes you will enjoy it– anyway... this was meant to be finished on Alhaitham's birthday, but i didn't get around to it until this month >.< OC's name is Dextra Corvi! they're from my original story, The Great Rift/Starfield ~

c.w/s: OC x Canon, OC-insert, Crossover. fluff!!! there's an elderly cat. cyno makes a single pun. kaveh is sleep-deprived (no surprise there). birthday celebrations :3

w.c: 2k

After Alhaitham left the house for the day - off to work as he always does - Dextra visits his home. Well, his shared home - with Kaveh, of course. Dextra - as observant as ever - took mental notes about Alhaitham's schedule throughout the day. Not that they're stalking him, but they noticed after knowing him for long enough. And why did they choose to arrive once he left? Well…

Knock, knock.

Two taps against the wooden door of the home are all Kaveh needs to drag himself to the door. He had been up all night again because he was slaving away at refining his blueprints. He desires nothing more than sleep right now, wishing this headache he calls "work" would disappear for a little while.

"Oh. Dextra." As the other holds the heavy door open, Kaveh yawns behind his free hand, "…Alhaitham has already gone to work if that's who you're looking for."

Dextra shakes their head, which is still covered by their trusty masked helmet. The digital expression on their mask, though, clearly signifies their upset mood with the sad face it shows. Kaveh plants both of his hands on his hips, waiting for them to use their words instead of having himself guess away at what could be wrong.

"Dextra. Words, please—" Kaveh sighs.

"Sorry…" Dextra finally speaks up, their voice raspy and low - like always. "Humans celebrate their date of birth, yes? And today is Alhaitham's birthday…?" They ask quietly.

"Oh." Kaveh blinks, his arms immediately dropping to his sides, "Do…Starlings not celebrate birthdays?" Dextra shakes their head in response, "Well, then. But you want to try getting him something, I guess. I wouldn't bother, though. He doesn't care about his birthday at all." He explains with a bit of bitterness in his tone.

The expression on Dextra's mask somehow seems sadder than before, but their tone gives no hint to their disappointed mood.

"Alright, then. I will leave you be, then, Mr. Kaveh." Dextra bows a little before turning on their heel.

"Wait a second—" Kaveh sighs, reaching out to them but never touching. "I'll help you, okay?" He retracts his hand before Dextra turns around, "Even if he doesn't celebrate his birthday that much… I think he'd somehow appreciate you the most if someone were to give him something for his birthday." And finally, their mask's expression turns neutral.

"Thank you, Mr. Kaveh." Dextra nods, "Please…teach me how to celebrate a human's birthday."

Sigh.

That's what Kaveh and Dextra do in unison.

"All he likes is books and…more books." Kaveh groans, dragging his hands down his face as he flops back against the couch rather dramatically.

"I do not believe he'd…be able to translate Starling books, my apologies. I suppose I could translate them - as Starlings are omnilingual—" Dextra begins.

"…You're omnilingual? What is that even like?" His hands drift to his lap, pinkish eyes firmly locked onto Dextra - giving them a mild spook mentally.

"Oh, uhm… I am unsure how to explain it as it is an evolutionary trait of my species…" They twiddle their thumbs.

"An evolutionary trait?! You've got it all, huh…" He exclaims in wonder.

"…Oh." They mumble as their stellar heart sinks at his insensitivity, but they are so quiet and withdrawn that he doesn't notice.

"I'm - uh - sure he'd be fascinated by those books you have, though. Give it a shot. I'm still certain he'd appreciate anything from you of all people." He recommends; crossing his arms across his chest.

"I will…try. Thank you, Mr. Kaveh." They abruptly rise to their feet, "I will leave you be now. I apologize if I was a poor guest." They bow before turning and walk to the door, "Goodbye. Do have a good rest of your day." They leave.

"Hey—!" He jumps to his feet moments too late, "Ugh… They're about as careless as him sometimes…" He sighs, "…I need more sleep."

Dextra wanders the sunlit city of Sumeru - feeling a bit hopeless after their discussion with Kaveh. They meander - walking from shop to shop, eyes failing to catch onto anything of interest. As they mosey through the city, they fail to notice a stray cat tailing behind them - and then the elderly cat meows. Dextra jumps in surprise.

"Huh?" The Starling whirls around and looks down, immediately spotting the greying face of an old cat. "Oh… One of those…felines." They crouch down, rubbing a hand over the animal's back.

The cat then promptly crawls up onto them, clawing their way up to rest comfortably against the stranger's shoulder.

"Oh—" Dextra laughs lightly, "Alright… I guess I've been adopted." They smile beneath their mask. "…Perhaps Alhaitham will enjoy you, too. He could use a cat to take care of instead of reading all the time. A nice furry friend for both of us…."

Standing upright once more, they cradle the cat in one hand - holding them firm against their chest and shoulder. As they return to cruising the streets, they find themself in the Grand Bazaar, a newfound hope rustling in their chest. They stop at several shops in the bazaar - still failing to find anything that would make a good birthday gift.

They sigh a little.

And then something small - maybe even cute - catches the corner of their eye. Their head pivots in the direction of the object of their desire, spotting little plants in equally little painted pots. They stalk up to the vendor - accidentally spooking the owner, causing them to gasp and clutch their chest. Dextra's mask's eyes slant upward to take the shape of quiet remorse.

"Oh!" The owner pieces the puzzle together with ease, "My bad. I didn't mean to offend." They smile wearily.

"Hardly. It is my bad - I did not mean to scare you. I—" They go to speak more but are interrupted by the cat meowing at them - as if being told to not overexplain. "Alright, kitty…" They sigh under their breath.

"Hehe, I like your friend here." The vendor smiles a bit brighter. "Anyway, you interested in these succulents? I grew them myself!"

"Ah… Succulents…" Dextra nods as if they understand what those are - they don't, though. "Would they…make an appropriate birthday gift? It is my friend's birthday today, he is a wielder of a Dendro Vision. So, I was thinking he might like it…"

"Haha," The owner giggles, "Sorry, I don't mean to laugh at you. You kinda talk like you've never gotten a gift for someone before," She shrugs, "But that's not my business. My business is to know if you'd like to purchase one or not!"

"That's quite alright." They nod, "Ah… Let me…look over each one."

They observe each one, finding their designs rather colorful and - above all - fascinating.

But one in particular stands out the most…

The deep red one has a bright green center - the red almost appears black in most lighting. Dextra stares long and hard at it before pointing to it.

"This one, please." They murmur.

"Of course! That'll be 500 Mora." She nods.

"Ah, right, money…" They fold their spare hand behind their back, manifesting falsified Mora from thin air - and double the amount required. They hand the bag over to the vendor. "Here. Keep the change. I…imagine having to buy and grow your own plants can be costly."

"W-Wow! Thanks, stranger!" She sputters out, having to hold the heavy bag of gold with both hands. And when she glances up to speak once more, her mouth hangs agape - they had already disappeared, all with the red and green succulent in hand.

"No cats allowed, Dextra."

Cyno says firmly to the lonely Starling that stands before him, his hands firmly placed on his narrow hips. The eyes of their mask turn upward and blue, depicting their sadness.

"Do not give me that face." He retorts.

"But it is Alhaitham's birthday." Dextra mumbles. "This elderly cat and the succulent are his gifts."

"…You got him a cat and a plant." He echoes, putting a hand to his chin. "I am not certain how he would feel about that… But…this is Alhaitham we're talking about."

"Yes, these are my presents. I understand he finds solace in my presence, so I would like to leave him with something that is not book-related and a reminder of my…affections for him." They explain softly.

"You sound like you're about to leave him forever…" He murmurs, "Are you?"

"I must return home to The Great Rift for a while - which is very far and quite dangerous to get to from here." They nod, "I do not wish to leave Teyvat for good yet, but my matriarch requires my presence." They sigh.

"…Alright." He nods, "You may drop the cat and plant off at Alhaitham's office." His arms drop to his sides.

"Thank you, General."

"Call me Cyno, please. And I will…C-ya." He mentally grins before striding off, feeling rather proud of himself for that joke.

Unfortunately, the joke goes right over Dextra's head.

After sneakily stumbling around the Akademiya for a while, they finally find themself at the Grand Sage’s office – quickly spotting Alhaitham at the grandiose desk, packing things away to return to his former place of work as the Grand Scribe. The career he finds most comfortable – something that doesn’t require and beg for his attention at every turn.

He hasn’t spotted Dextra yet, though. He appears to be quite engrossed in packing his things. When they approach the desk with hesitant and silent steps, he barely manages to spot them from the corner of his eye – and not without his shoulders jolting in slight surprise.

“Dex.” He greets them with a nod, straightening his posture and turning toward them from behind the desk, “…What’s with the cat and plant?” He asks, dual-toned eyes glancing from one to the other. For once, someone’s intentions fly right over his head.

“I have…recently come to learn that humans celebrate their birthdays and that…today is your birthday.” They inform him, “So, uhm… Happy birthday, Alhaitham.” They mutter, shyness overflowing from them.

“Hmm… So you…picked up a cat and a plant for me? I can’t say I expected this, but I’ve come to learn that you have your own special ways of doing things.” He smiles softly, walking away from the desk to approach them.

His hand hovers above their shoulder – they can see a slight tremble in his fingers – before grasping it with tender strength, giving them a reassuring squeeze. He’s not adept at physical affection, but he concluded a while back that even the stars need a healthy dose of it – or, at the very least, desire it from time to time.

“…Thank you, Dex.” He smirks a little more, his free hand running over the elderly feline’s head – eliciting loud purrs. “Quite the noisy one…” He chuckles.

“Oh… Is it unusual?” They ask wearily.

“Hardly, some simply happen to be quieter.” He answers, “Let me guess… The cat found you first?” He teases lightly.

“Uhm…” They turn their head away, flustered at being caught, “Yes…” They sigh.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Dex,” His head tilts, “I’ve come to notice that Starlings attract a lot of wildlife – I suspect it’s due to your elemental presence that lures diurnal creatures… Including humans…such as myself.”

“Ah—” They clear their throat, it had suddenly tightened and dried up from the sudden onset of embarrassment. “Is this what humans call…flirting?” They whisper.

“Hmhm, perhaps.” He teases, “You know… I’d like to request one more present.”

“Like what…?”

“Even if this is not the last time I get to see you – let me see your face.”

“I…” They trail off, their whole face burning, “Alright…” They nod – their helmet dissipating with faint flurries of sparkles and colorful dust, “A-Are you happy?” They look away from him until he grabs their chin between two fingers and tilts them toward his gaze, “Ah – what…”

“You’re beautiful, Dextra,” He mutters, leaning toward them until they’re mere centimeters apart, “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, alright? And honestly…” He whispers hotly against their ear, “Your scars are pretty attractive to me.” He smirks before pressing a loving kiss to their hot cheek.

“I-I—” They sputter out, eyes blinking on repeat and their head filled with a dizzy type of confusion.

“You know what,” He whispers against their skin – letting the heat burn his lips until they tingle, “I’ll be more than happy to take care of both of them – the cat and plant. I will treasure them to the very end.” He sighs, “Thank you, Dextra.”

#mine #oc #original character #genshin impact #crossover: genshin x starfield #oc: dextra #alhaitham x oc #fic: wishes for another day #alhaitham #kaveh #cyno #fic: divine spark

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