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horxpig · 1 year

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Some Aphrodite x DeathMask from saint seiya <3

#pisces aphrodite #cancer deathmask #deathmask x aphrodite #saint seiya fanart #deathmask fanart #soul of gold #fanart #orchid shield

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strawlessandbraless · 1 year

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Some Praying Mantis Aesthetic for your feed 🙏

Devil’s Flower Mantis 😈 🪻

Orchid Praying Mantis 🌸

Kung Fu Praying Mantis 🥋

Spiny Flower Praying Mantis 🌵🌺

Conehead Praying Mantis🍦

Shield Praying Mantis 🛡️ 🍃

Mediterranean Praying Mantis 👯‍♀️

Malaysian Orchid Praying Mantis 🪷

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magpieandpossum · 11 days

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What Jellycat Plushies Would Each DS9 Crew Member have?

why? why not? (basically just my headcanons of these)

BASHIR - Now, Bashir is going first because he's really only one of two main officers I can see owning these on their own accord. Bashir would 100% pick the rainbow (for obvious reasons), but also because it's bright and cheerful, and lightens up the DS9 cabins.

DAX - Dax, like Bashir, I can also see loving Jellycats. She'd have quite the collection, and I imagine she'd have a fun time picking them out as gifts. Her favorite would definitely be the dragon, both because it's awesome, as well as obnoxiously large (20 in).

KIRA - Kira would have a ladybug, just because.

SISKO - He'd definitely have the sun, probably because it's space-related but also cheerful. This may be a gift from Dax, and she'd probably get a kick out of his reaction. (He'd roll his eyes, but still love it)

ODO - Odo would have this little clementine fellow. He'd just sorta appear one day, and sits on the edge of Odo's desk (much to Quark's dismay, who resorts to making remarks about how similar they look).

WORF - Now, I was waffling between two potential Worf reactions to the Jellycat situation. 1.) He'd be pleasantly amused by them, likely because Dax is so fond of them, so he has to at least put up with them, too. 2.) He'd be completely unnerved by them, so much so that Dax begins hiding a single plush everywhere that he visits, just to scare him (which works). The civil response (1) is represented by the plum, who Worf would get along with. The fear response (2), is none other than the egg.

MILES - Miles would get a Jellycat as a gift, and not really know what to do with it. Maybe Molly would suggest bringing him to work, but one way or another Miles would grow to love the little guy, and start talking to him about power conduits and the shield generator.

KEIKO - Keiko would just adore Jellycats, especially all the botany ones (Bonsai, Orchid, etc.) I picked the daffodil just because it seemed like what Molly would pick for her, too!

GARAK - A gift from Bashir, because he "has his eyes" <3

QUARK - I imagine Quark would be the one selling all these, so he'd have to have an example of the merchandise, right? (at least, that's what he keeps saying...)

Sorry for my rambling, anyways, hope you can tell I just adore jellycats <3

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vandaliatraveler · 7 months

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I love two things profoundly: the statically-charged build-up to a thunderstorm and a soft, misty rain accompanied by a draping, shifting haze. At this time of the year, the second thing is far more common of course. Above are a few photos of a light rain moving over an impoundment at Chestnut Ridge Regional Park, nestled in a sharp bend of Coopers Rock State Forest. Among the treasures growing at the water's edge: Appalachian ladies' tresses (Spiranthes arcisepala), an adorable bog orchid that blooms from late summer to early fall; and water-shield (Brasenia schreberi), a native, aquatic plant with floating leaves.

#appalachia #vandalia #west virginia #wildflowers #flora #fall #chestnut ridge regional park #appalachian ladies' tresses #water-shield #rain #mist #haze

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brittle-doughie · 2 months

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Hello Brittle! I saw a couple of people sending in their versions of y/n and I wanted to try to do the same.

This is Blue Orchid cookie, an aspiring light magic user who was the apprentice of White Lily cookie before she was taken to Beast Yeast. Blue Orchid goes by he/him and he goes around earthbread helping other cookies in need whenever he come across them and uses his magic to tend to their wounds. He’s a kind, gentle soul that hates confrontation but will put his life on the line when his friends are in serious danger.

His skill would be the ability to give short shield buffs to all allies and can revive a cookie when they run out of health though it could only be used three times. After three times, Blue Orchid could no longer revive anymore cookies and only can do shield buffs. He would be a support cookie in the middle section.

That’s all I can think for my take, hope you like him!

“Revive cookies 3 times”

That’s meta right there, Y/N Cookie (or Blue Orchid Cookie in this take) could have the weakest shield buffs and he’d still be placed in any team thanks to that ability, it effectively erases any dent the enemy team can do to your team.

The cookies revived would be immensely grateful that he did too and lead his team to victory! White Lily Cookie has certainly taught Blue Orchid Cookie well!

#brittle answers

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petals-and-ink · 2 months

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Oh Vanilla Orchid, your eyes betray your very smile

What are you if not a serene being?

Are you truthly who you appear to be?

Or are you just a being sinking into it's own regret and shame, unknowingly dooming itself to a constant pain lurking just around the corner?

Do I you shield my your soul away, wishing for it all to leave my your mind someday?

Or is it a self inflicted punishment against what I you abandoned?

Is this truthly how I you wish to live?

Should I you speak up and tell the truth I you claim to be oh so important?

How could I risk loosing and hurting the ones I care for the most again?

After my failure, what would it do? How would it even turn out?

I can't live another tragedy, I can't fail everyone all over again, what would the two even feel if they were here?

Gods, they would be so devastated..

I must keep this to myself, it would be only fair wouldn't it? No one will get hurt if I keep quiet for now, after all.

I'm guilty of not reaching them in time, and this is my price to pay.

#mun note: back on that cryptic lore crumbs grind 🔥🔥#decided to render something with vanilla orchid this time #missed doing so way too much ngl #Ps: two more things before I stop rambling in tags--#firstly: this is not situated in the chrono events but the information is still valid and present there #secondly: I've decided to go with more “visual” clues instead of morse code this time around (Also bc of the pain that is translating it)#storybook!au #cookie run au #cookie run kingdom #storybook!vanilla orchid cookie #ooc post #pure vanilla cookie #crk au #digital art #i'll get back to finish the remaining two asks in my inbox soon but for now silly art hour!!!/silly

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ofsappho · 10 months

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Magindara

When invaders threaten your home, life, and people, you, a sirena, strike a desperate bargain with Dream of the Endless to save them all.

Dream of the Endless x mermaid!reader, one shot (for now)

Tags: war, gore, torture, death/murder, mentions of SA, slavery, things that generally come with colonialism

Inspired by the episode “Jibaro” from the Netflix show Love Death + Robots. This one shot draws heavily from Filipino mythology, culture, and history. I ENCOURAGE and INVITE people who don’t come from a Filipino background to read this story and enjoy! There is so much beauty to be had in cultures of color, for everyone. Just as I have read many stories steeped in Greek, Celtic, Norse, medieval England, etc cultures, without coming from those backgrounds, I humbly ask you do the same and entertain this little fic. Thank you. I may write a follow up if there’s interest. Glossary at the end.

From the banks of your river, you can hear the horses.

Metal plate clangs and screeches against itself, swords jostle in their sheaths, and shields bump where they rest on armored backs so loud that you want to scratch your sensitive ears out, just to make the sounds stop.

Your ates and kuyas hide deep below in the caverns known only to your kind. When you close your black eyes, you feel them tugging at the edges of your mind like little lights in the deep darkness of the sea. They believe that will be enough to save them.

Only you have braved the surface, because only you know what these strange men upon their strange beasts want.

They want the gold in the dark, fertile earth. You don’t understand why - it’s just shiny metal. Only the dwarves under the hills covet it. But the men who ravage your lands and your kin like wildfires, grasping everything and destroying it in the same breath, care very much. They want the never-dying orchids that line the banks and the brilliant emerald green vitality bursting from every leaf and vine that could keep a mortal alive for a thousand years. They want to feed their glory on your broken bodies. They want to take the people you protect for slaves, the women shamed and disgraced and the men subservient and humiliated.

You’ve seen it for yourself.

You’ve tasted the water of streams running red with blood, the iron like acid on your blue tongue.

You’ve swam farther and seen enough to make you hate. Families torn apart, children with their hair cut off and given names in an ugly language, forbidden to speak their own - the same language you speak. Fathers dragged onto large ships, larger than a butandíng, never to return. Altars burned. The men put your red sisters who live in the balete trees, their hair tangled with vines and lovely, fierce, flickering yellow eyes, to the flame. You witnessed their dying howls and curses for vengeance.

Some of the white-haired annani have already begun to clip their pointed ears, tear the crowns of flowers from their hair, and even cut out their tongues so as to lock away the magic these men desire, never to be spoken again. “There is no place for us,” Those tall, graceful elves told you. “We will be gone in a generation, by sword or by starvation.”

They’re coming.

The jungle is quiet as it has never been in a thousand years.

You could no more hide your tail, glittering blue and turquoise, with long, sweeping fins like ferns, than you could hide the long sweep of hair that reaches your waist, or the ink-black lines embedded on your skin, painting your face, your neck, and your arms with the story of your people and your home.

The calls that echoed from the depths of the river have stopped. It seems that your family has accepted that you won’t come back.

You look at your webbed hands, test your claws against your flesh. What is one magindara to a hundred conquistadors?

When the men spear you, they won’t just be slaughtering a mermaid. They’ll be killing the stories you keep. Centuries of stories. Countless names. Each pearl around your neck is a tribe, full of the old songs of grandmothers and the new rhymes of babies. You’re draped in thousands of shimmering strands of pearls.

You may not be the cleverest, or the most beautiful, or the one with the sweetest voice…

But you can be the bravest.

“Lord Morpheus,” You intone, frowning as the syllables ripple wrong and harsh from your throat.

You’ve never spoken to any of the gods beyond your islands before. “Dream of the Endless.” All you can do is hope and pray this one listens and comes to you in time. Will they be kind? Will it be merciful? Will he, or she, save your home?

Perhaps such a god does not exist at all, and you are praying to wind and sunlight, and soon your guts will color the cerulean water purple and black. The strange men will defile your body, no doubt. A week ago, you crawled from your river to cut down the corpse of a long-gone ate from a stake, jagged holes ripped into the tail of her corpse that made you vomit and her dead eyes full of pain.

Once you’d laid her to rest in the water, she dissolved into nothing. “Prince of Stories,” You sing. That is what faces everything you’ve ever loved if you fail.

“I beg you, save us. Save our stories, our dreams. We call for your aid.”

The men bark at each other. Any moment now, they’ll see you, your hands raised and your face tipped towards the heavens, inky flowers blooming on your forehead and cheeks and crocodile teeth tattooed on the sharp line of your jaw.

A new quiet falls over the world. Like nighttime, when things are resting, not dead.

You have called, and I answer.

A being stands on the banks of your river in the shape of a man. His hair is blacker than Bakunawa’s maw and his eyes are filled with gold and silver stars brighter than any you’ve seen before. His pale skin carries no markings.

He is as grotesquely, menacingly beautiful as the razor’s edge of shark teeth, as a great python curling in a tree, as an eagle with its claws stuck in the beating, bleeding heart of a monkey.

You feel the weight of his gaze on your brow heavier and hotter than the sun on the longest day of summer, burning out the truth in your heart. “I would bargain with you, Dream Lord. For my people, and my land, and my home, which I love more than my own life.”

What would you have me do? When Lord Morpheus speaks, his voice pours through your mind ringing like the purest, clearest freshwater.

The many jewels around your throat, pearls, sapphires, rubies, diamonds, plates of beaten gold, click as you swallow nervously.

The dream king stands so tall that he could touch the sky if he reached up. And he doesn’t look away or blink. You can’t read the inhuman planes of his face whatsoever, you can’t find any familiar sign in his long limbs that might bring comfort. For all you know, you’ve spelled your doom.

“Keep them alive. Keep our names and spirits alive. Bring our stories into your kingdom so that we won’t be forgotten. That is what the men want. They want to raze us to the ground and rebuild the world in their image but we will not go.” You pause. “We will never, ever go,” You growl, fierce and deadly, around a mouth full of fangs. In your words you pour the horrors you’ve seen, combined with the beauty surrounding the two of you.

The hot, muggy air, the warm rain, the scent of night-blooming jasmines. Orange mangoes, bursting with sweetness, bamboo sticks clacking as joyful youths dance in and out of them, laughing gaily. Rolling drums. Bright feathers tucked into black hair. A toddling child reaching out to her grandmother with a chubby-cheeked smile, pressing the back of the withered, ancient hand against her little forehead. Love, so much love.

I have not walked these lands before.

You found traces of Lord Morpheus scribbled in the margins of paper and in the back alleys of lost dreams. Your last and only hope.

When you went to Diyan Masalanta, she wept and showed how the soldiers bound her hands. When you cried out to her brother, Apolaki, the sun god called back and said the invaders took his shield.

Bathala is gone. Mayari is gone. Lakapati is dead. The conquistadors stripped her naked, cut her ribs from her chest, and planted her bones in the fields they set their slaves, your people, to work.

“They say you are Endless. You preside over all beings in all places. Please, I beg you, preside over us. Are we not worthy of your favor? Do we not deserve to live in your dreams and nightmares?”

If Lord Morpheus refuses you, you’ll cut your throat before you let your enemies have you.

He tilts his head like he can hear your thoughts. One shining hand stretches out, almost as if to touch your face. You sing prettily, little siren. You draw back with a start. Why is there hunger in his voice? A hollow, all-consuming, terrifying hunger?

You know what it feels like to starve when the fish are scarce. This is leagues away, a typhoon to your trickle of rain. Shadows bloom under his hollowed cheeks. His pupils eclipse his brilliant aquamarine irises.

He’s-

He’s aching.

Morpheus flashes his bone-white teeth as he bends at the waist to examine you further. His gaze traces your tattoos, your large, frightened eyes, and your body beneath the necklaces and bracelets.

As scared as you are, as convinced that you’ll bleed the instant his fingers brush your blue-streaked skin, your numb lips move.

“I vow to you now, Lord Morpheus, before every god and being I know, that should you render us this aid, I will give you anything within my power to grant that you wish.”

Anything?

“Name it, my lord, and it shall be yours.” With that, your eyes flutter shut as you await his judgment.

You can’t hide from him, even in your mind. You don’t see him, but you feel a straining pressure build where he prods at you, pushing on the fragile edges of your being like he’s cracking a duck egg. He claws and scrapes until-

I will aid your people.

You open for him like a sampaguita flower. Dream of the Endless picks through your soul like he’s picking blossoms, you feel how much he wants with every brush, every long moment where he sticks his fingers in and relishes the feel of you. Nothing has ever touched you like this before.

He’s on his knees on the riverbank, the dark soil pressing into his clothes. His hands clench the rocky edge of the bank. Your wet hair sticks to your back as you rise up, close enough that you can count his night-black eyelashes. There’s a dizzying amount of them.

“Thank you. Thank you. Salamat-po. And your price, majesty?”

You’ll do whatever he wants. Does his thirst demand souls? You’ll harvest them by the dozen. You can picture Lord Morpheus unhinging his jaw, swallowing those soldiers whole. Their swords wouldn’t even scrape him going down. Riches? You have no use for them if you’re dead. He can take every speck of wealth to be had.

You. I want you.

Your sisters and brothers wail. They sense the foreign king tearing at the flesh binding you together. They feel him taking a knife to your indigo heart and cutting it loose from your body. Your head tilts back as you gasp for breath and see him hold the organ aloft. Dark blood trails in rivulets down his wrists.

“I-“

There are no creatures like you in my realm. So I shall have you, in every way that I wish, and you’ll obey. Those are my terms.

Your tail lashes in the water as if you fight hard enough, you can swim away. The cavity pulses with searing, unholy pain. You’ve made a mistake. You’ve summoned- He is an aswang, a devil, a soul-eater, you’ll never see your home again, you’ll never touch the water you’ve known since birth.

Lord Morpheus brings your heart to his mouth. His lips are beautifully-formed. You can’t find it in yourself to hate such a wondrous creature. Even your amethyst ichor looks more beguiling when he’s covered in it.

It was never a question. “Yes, my lord. I accept these terms.”

His white teeth stain purple when he sinks them into your heart.

Glossary:

Ate (ah-tey) - sister

Kuya (koo-yah) - brother

Butandíng - whale shark

Balete tree - very cool large tree native to Southeast Asia

Annani - elves from the stories of the Ibanag people, who look like humans with pointed ears. They are kind guardians of the forest and often share healing knowledge with humans if treated with respect.

Magindara - mermaids from the folklore of the Bicolano people. Beautiful half human, half fish guardians of rivers/streams/lakes/the oceans, who sing to lure fisherman and warriors to their death but leave children unharmed.

Bakunawa - a great mythic serpent and god/goddess of darkness. Various myths place Bakunawa responsible for eclipses.

Diyan Masalanta - Tagalog goddess of love, war, childbirth

Apolaki - Tagalog god of the sun and war, patron saint of warriors, soldiers, modern day patron saint of Filipino traditional martial arts (Kali/eskrima/arnis) practitioners

Bathala - the Tagalog supreme creator god

Mayari - the Tagalog goddess of the moon, war, revolution, and justice. She fought her brother Apolaki for dominion over the heavens.

Lakapati - the Tagalog goddess of fertility, food, bounty, balance, and prosperity. She represents both male and female and has both male and female genitalia. Patron saint of queer/trans people.

Sampaguita - the Filipino name for sambac jasmine, the national flower of the Philippines

Salamat-po (sah-lah-maht poh) - thank you (utmost respect) in Tagalog

Aswang - overall name for the malicious/demonic/monstrous beings in Filipino folklore. Vampires, zombies, ghouls, organ eaters, cannibals.

I hope you guys liked this! Let me know if you have any questions or want to read more from this.

#the sandman #magindara #sandman #the sandman comics #sandman comics #the sandman tv show #sandman tv show #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x you #Dream of the endless #lord morpheus #lord morpheus x reader #lord morpheus x you #Morpheus #morpheus x you #morpheus x reader

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gods-no-longer-tread-here · 5 months

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I like being fat and intersex because biologically I am Too Much Gender but socially I am Not Gender Enough and tbh that's exactly what I've been aiming for my whole life <3 those bigoted depictions of cartoonishly fat people with full beards and loud makeup and sequined dresses? That is my IDEAL. I want to be THAT. I want to be the bitch you see right wing dipshits having conniptions over. I wanna be the nonbinary boogeyperson that my dad warned me about.

and I'm gonna be So Fucking Hot when I step out the door with my beard and titties covered in chest hair and no bra and high-waisted skinny jeans. I'm gonna be making cis men turn away in horror at their own lust. I will wear a tube top and black lipstick as I strut through your city making your preacher shield his eyes like the man of Gd he says he is. Look at my fat, nonbinary, intersex, disabled body. Look how glorious I am. You cannot cut me down, for I am not an orchid, I am a dandelion and I'm gonna live forever if only in your nightmares <3

#fat liberation #intersex #basically my goal is ''make conservatives cry''

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glorious-sunset · 6 days

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LBFAD Opening Artwork – Hidden Meanings

The created artworks used for the opening scenes of LBFAD (Love Between Fairy and Devil) are unique and have many hidden layers of meaning! Sheer genius on the part of the artists and designers :D Here are my interpretations of these stunning works of art.

Image 1: Bone Orchid (image above)

Although I’ve posted stills, each image actually moves. Here, flowers bloom on the Bone Orchid and leaves grow on previously bare branches around the sides. This is the original form of the Bone Orchid prior to DongFang QingCang (DFQC) transforming it into a bracelet for Xiao Lanhua (XLH) in ep. 9.

The two parts of the Bone Orchid, the crescent-moon-shaped bone and the vine of the orchid plant wrapped around it, each represent DFQC (the Moon Supreme) and XLH (who was disguised as an Orchid), and their close bond. This is a new magical artefact that DFQC created from his blood in ep. 9 (similar to Lady Yan creating the Heart-hiding hairpin). That he chose to give it a form symbolising a bond between himself and XLH is deeply significant! Consciously, he may have meant their connection through the one-heart curse, but subconsciously he already had deep affection for her by this time.

Orchid flowers blooming on the previously bare vines of the Bone Orchid represent the blooming of their love for each other. (As their love blooms, XLH bonds with the Bone Orchid to the extent that removing it would end her life by ep. 29). It also refers to the many times that XLH makes flowers bloom when DFQC does something to make her happy :D The leaves growing on the bare branches around the sides of the image symbolise XLH’s resurrection of DFQC’s Tree of Emotions and his healing process. The Bone Orchid representing the love between our Fairy and Devil is the central theme of LBFAD, so no wonder it is the first image we see!

Image 2: Xiao Lanhua

Here XLH first transforms from an orchid flower tethered to its stem, into human form as a young and innocent girl. The white swirls around her represent her usual spiritual powers (not her green Goddess powers). When she uses her powers to repair destiny leaves, etc., her energy appears as white light (important note - we see a different type of energy later in the opening artwork!) The pink tinge to some swirls represent her femininity and affection. XLH appears weak and vulnerable but her love and tenderness are the most transformative force in the series. Her reflection in the water below shows an orchid plant only, not a girl – this symbolises the illusion of her orchid form in hiding her true identity.

Image 3: Haishi Rescue

In this scene from ep. 3, initial obstacles to their love are presented including their power differential (symbolised by her small size within his giant hands), his view of her as an object and his underlying lack of emotions. The city of Haishi is below, the giant Sun made of DFQC’s formidable Hellfire is to the left, and the floating debris represents the destruction DFQC has wrought and is trained to continue to wreak. His mission is to destroy Shuiyuntian and conquer the three realms.

XLH looks vulnerable, her cloak resembles an orchid petal, and white/pink swirls of feminine energy again surround her. However, DFQC has just saved her life and continues to shield her within a protective bubble – an important ongoing dynamic of their relationship.

Images 4-7: Flashback

Images 4-7 are artistically presented as a series of opening doors, like opening the pages of a history book. They are a flashback to events 30,000 years ago and set the scene for current events and obstacles to the love between the OTP.

Image 4: The Two Tribes

The two different tribes that our OTP belong to are presented. Shuiyuntian is light and airy, and floats above the clouds with dozens of golden birds flying in the sky. They are the emblem of Shuiyuntian (as the crescent moon is for the Moon tribe) as shown by the golden bird brooches worn by celestials. Similar to Shangque transforming into a black dragon, the true form of some celestials may also be of golden birds and they can transform into this form. The position of Cangyan Sea below Shuiyuntian, the darkness in which their people live and their comparative lack of manpower (there is only one black dragon in the image) suggests that they are oppressed by Shuiyuntian.

Image 5: Battle of Two Tribes

Prior to Lady Chidi’s sacrifice, the people of Shuiyuntian and Cangyan Sea fight each other, their forces coordinated by Lord Dong and DFQC. This is the culmination of a hundred millenia of warfare between their tribes. Again there is only one dragon, and Lady Chidi in the forefront leaps into Cangyan Sea territory to confront it. Her red cape traces her active path through the battlefield. White and red swirls of energy (+/- blood) emanate from her.

Image 6: Lady Chidi’s Sacrifice

After invading Xuanxu realm of Cangyan Sea, this is the pivotal moment where Lady Chidi explodes her spirit to seal the 100,000 soldiers of the Moon tribe. Red blood sprays from her body and her earth magic envelops the Moon Tribe soldiers, sealing them within the earth. Her sacrifice foreshadows XLH’s own sacrifice in ep. 31.

Image 7: The Capture of DFQC

After the sealing of his soldiers, a weakened DFQC with white hair is suspended within the circular Haotian tower, his arms and legs magically bound. Magical glyphs surround him to seal him in place, representing the magical seal of the Haotian matrix.

Image 8: Xiao Lanhua of Arbiter Hall

Back to the present - the series opens by introducing us to XLH of Siming Dian (Arbiter Hall). The archways in this image are similar to the archways in the lower level of Arbiter Hall. Vines grow around the pillars, symbolising that XLH’s primordial spirit is connected to the plants at Arbiter Hall. The trees behind her may represent the nearby Shuyu Forest that she frequently visits. As XLH moves to the right, new white trees start to grow in front of the black trees, demonstrating her ability to create new life and make plants grow. White swirls of her spiritual energy again surround her.

In line with her selfless and giving nature, XLH offers up her spirit! She does this four times in the series: 1) In ep. 1, she offers up her life and spirit to protect Changheng, whose destiny leaf had changed and was destined to have his body and spirit destroyed (more detail here). 2) Also in ep. 1, she fuses part of her spirit to DFQC’s, restoring his spirit and body and giving him a part of her spirit (which he later extracts in ep. 33 to resurrect her). 3) In ep. 31, she sacrifices her life and spirit to protect DFQC’s life, to resurrect everyone that died on the battlefield and free the 100,000 sealed soldiers of the Moon Tribe. 4) She promises the Great Turtle in ep. 33 that she will sacrifice her spirit to defeat Taisui and bless the Three Realms. XLH’s fate to sacrifice herself is another obstacle to her and DFQC’s love for each other :(

Image 9: DFQC’s Tree of Emotions

Thanks to XLH’s resurrection of his Tree of Emotions in ep. 1, DFQC begins to grow beautiful glowing golden leaves on its previously bare branches, symbolising his breathtaking transformation.

Image 10: The Great Turtle

I believe this is another flashback. At the end of XLH’s first life in Xishan, her parents disguised her as an orchid plant with no human form. At this time between her first and second lives, she meets the Great Turtle. The orchid flower sprouting from her hand is the new form she transforms into, and orchid petals float around her during her transformation. The Great Turtle calls XLH an old friend in ep. 9 as they have met before – in this scene.

To the left of the image is a crescent moon with a dead tree growing on it. This symbolises DFQC (the Moon Supreme) and his Tree of Emotions which was dead at that time 30,000 years ago. There is a wisp of haze around the tree indicating that it has the potential to regrow. Despite XLH’s destiny to sacrifice herself for the Three Realms (which she might have discussed with the Great Turtle here), DFQC is waiting in the wings to change her destiny!

Image 11: Our Fairy and Devil

XLH gazes upward in hope, while DFQC’s eyes are closed and his head bowed, portraying both his reserved nature and that initially he was emotionally closed off, aloof and distant. The asymmetric gold crown that DFQC wears indicates that this scene is from after their return from the mortal realm back to Cangyan Sea – XLH also wears Moon Tribe attire.

On the Bone Orchid between them are flowers in full bloom, representing their love, which is now in full bloom :D Also between them is DFQC’s Tree of Emotions, now fully regrown with gorgeous white blossoms similar to the scene where he sits beneath his tree in ep. 24.

Despite the beautiful development of their love and of their characters, war between their two tribes is imminent. The image of Shuiyuntian between them sports a red flag, indicating their impending invasion of Cangyan Sea. Cangyan Sea is outnumbered, represented by one dragon vs. dozens of golden birds, and they face annihilation at the hands of Shuiyuntian D: Another reason for DFQC to bow his head, as he faces both the destruction of his realm and the loss of his love at this time.

Image 12: Peace Reigns

Just look at the swirls of energy emanating from XLH and DFQC as they float in a boat along the Oblivion River! There are again white swirls for XLH, but DFQC has red and gold swirls for Glazed Fire!! This scene occurs after DFQC’s return at the end of the series! :D The red belt around XLH’s waist is reminiscent of blood pooling from her wound in ep. 31 when she stabs herself with the Zhengying sword. This image (and the opening theme song Jue Ai, “Farewell Love”) pays homage to both her sacrifice, and DFQC’s sacrifice in ep. 36 which produced his Glazed Fire. Only through both of their sacrifices, were they able to bring about first a ceasefire to war, then lasting peace between Shuiyuntian and Cangyan Sea, breaking through a hundred millenia of unending conflict!

Only by creating peace are they finally able to be together happily. The boat is deeply significant for our OTP - there are three situations where they are alone together in a boat during the series. XLH reminisces fondly about this in ep. 24, and Siming sends a boat for DFQC (and fireflies for Changheng!) as a sign that she knows their most significant connections to XLH. To the bottom right are the peaceful waters of Cangyan Sea with the watchful eye of a black dragon at rest. To the top left is a peaceful Shuiyuntian with Yunzhong’s watchful “Eye of Heaven” (seen in ep. 14) accompanied by a flower in bloom, symbolising peace and prosperity. The positions of each are in poetic parallel to image 4 which showed conflict – the defensive black dragon in image 4 is now restful, and the golden birds also seem to be resting :)

Here is a link to my article: How Immortals age in cdramas – clues from LBFAD

All of my LBFAD articles can be viewed with the tag #lbfad reflections (hyperlinked) and the table of contents to these is here.

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horxpig · 1 year

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Gonna be dumping old Bowser fanarts tonight :3

#bowser #human bowser #bowser fanart #fanart #orchid shield

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queers-of-marybelltownship · 1 year

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well he collapsed with stevens-johnson syndrome on the er floor panic attacked anaphylactic and ataxic and the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges roman candles at both ends in his synapsis and the method with which he recycled his humours trojan horsed his blood brain barrier and raised the ld-50 yes yes and through fight or flight revelation shame the blackbox warrior he skipped this town and headed straight down history shields himself from reason in a kevlar baby blue tuxedo quilted from the finest fibers flesh and fiberglass and flowers ego a mosquito evil incarnate good incognito pops placebos for libido screaming bless the torpedoes for what for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down well he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around his lotus jugular when they came and they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face and they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry a hymn out in hungarian harmonic and he cocked his noggin through his stoma sang for aul lang syn happy birthday to the succulents ill die your hydroponics his ribcage was a hornets nest palpitations set the beat his vagus nerve a turks head knot an axel hitch a carrick bend he wondered if christ consciousness would charge a cancellation fee auf whiedersehn au revoir he gripped his wits right by their ends for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now what's bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head and how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your strd strands tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchus bloody nose did namibian himbas tie-dye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole did you die before your day thursday traction tuesday titration my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics you got a better idea its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do a bloody knife to split your infrastructure wine to rev your motor function coital machinations of the dead well you mainline your animus karate chop your abacus and learn to be an animal instead but I never did think you better than this your modus operandi causes nazi/skoptzyism and suicide why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem not the things you do but something sick inside lithium and dialectics boy you really is defective cbt dont seem effective for that cluster b accept it offer up your innocence please ignore the side effects youve lost your mind and almost lost your life before so youll be fine for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back so try to look forward now for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down

good morning :))

#will wood #tna #the normal album #blackboxwarrior #AHHHH #Spotify

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shuttershocky · 6 months

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should i build Roberta, not even for meta reasons i just want a supporter that isn't Orchid built and i think she's best bet

Yes.

She's a 6/10 operator but a 10/10 character. She's a Supporter but on ground tiles. She does no damage but she's Block-2. Her skills make her stop attacking but boost her DEF. her devices further boost DEF, but also give an ally 2 shields that block 2 hits of damage no matter how high. She's a Hollywood makeup artist that signed the operator paperwork thinking it was a contract to be the Doctor's personal stylist, and so got sent out into the frontlines to fight. She attacks with a brush.

You may find yourself wondering when the fuck are you ever going to use Roberta, and the answer is not often, but when Defenders are banned (or you're not getting any vouchers in IS) you might as well. Her Shield devices also let you cheese certain gimmicks.

#Arknights

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spotaus · 3 months

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Meet Reset's ragtag group of crime do-ers! (Aka, the Crew. Reset, Orchid, Stereo, and Monochrome!)

Reset's group started out between just himself and Orchid, when they were like, 14 and no one suspected them. The moment they had to go on the run, though, they changed up their strategy.

Orchid still kills. Reset is physically incapable of killing thanks to his magic, so Orchid does all the dirty work (and gets EXP, LV, and more HP thanks to it). She's also high-key the reason this entire operation is possible, because the next guy is

Stereo. Stereo is Fresh's adopted son, and is younger than Reset by a few years. They kidnapped him to ward off the adults, at first, but quickly realized that he was good to use as a human (monster) shield. He's there unwillingly, kept on a tight leash by Orchid's strings, but it's really not too bad unless they're out on a run. He ends up friends with Reset and Orchid... eventually. When they finally tell him what's going on.

Then Monochrome. Mono is the son of Ink and Cross, but is more of a vessel. He was used to contain the X-Event vial, and therefore is 100% capable of using Overwrite. He didn't plan to get involved with the group, but he stumbled across them one day and was too freaked out by Reset's (entirely harmless) scythe to refuse helping them. He mostly just makes portals that Haphazard (leader of the 'good guys') can't trace through the code. Overwrite makes it possible for them to disappear to their base without a trace. And hide their base.

Reset is very grateful for them, despite knowing Orchid is forcing one of them to stay, and the other is just curious and spooked. Reset's not the *best* boss, but after a long day of soul-collecting, he's been known to play video games or watch a movie with his crew.

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monstersandmaw · 10 months

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M. swamp creature x f. reader (nsfw)

short drabble for @hells-librarian

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“Taste it,” he said, vines coiling idly around his muscular legs and up his spine to blossom around his shoulders, seemingly unnoticed.

You leaned forwards, naked beneath the willow bower he’d constructed to shield the two of you. Not that anyone would see you here in the depths of his domain, but still, the gesture was nice.

You let your tongue curl over the dewy petal of the orchid that he held between his green fingertips, and your eyes rolled at the bead of nectar that touched your tongue.

“I want you,” you breathed, and his kelp-green eyes darkened. He reached out for your hips, the orchid forgotten amid a myriad other blossoms that graced the surface of the water surrounding the small island, and he eased you down onto the soft moss with a gentle smile.

He parted your legs and lowered his inhuman face between them, letting his tongue lap over you in a mirror of your own across the blossom, and you came alive beneath his touch.

#drabbles #swamp monster #swamp creature #male monster x female reader #monster lover #tipsy drabbles

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