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escape-cube5 · 2 years

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T/W: animal death, hard vore??, self harm (hair pulling), eating moldly food, slight body issues, emotional breakdowns

Nephele's descent into going absolutely bonkers. Basically they're having their awakening as an ancient deity/predator and they aren't dealing with it well.

Aniya rolled over on their side and sniffled quietly. They hugged themself.

The hunger wouldn't fucking stop.

It continued to gnaw at their insides no matter how much food they shoved down their throat. They had always had a large appetite but this was insane. It was utterly insatiable.

They needed this hunger to go away before they lost their mind.

Aniya sat up, letting their legs hang over the side of the bed. Their mother would be disappointed with them if she caught them in the kitchen again.

A large mirror faced the bed. It hung over the vanity. Aniya gazed at their reflection. They were girlish and youthful. Scrawny with limbs too long and cheeks too hollow but in a pretty way. At least they thought they were pretty.

They held their arm up, feeling the thick hair that was already returning from when they had shaved it off yesterday. It was on their legs too. They would have to remove it before the morning came, before anyone could see it.

This hair started growing all over their body with no warning. Was this puberty? They had heard about it.

Aniya turned their body to the side and pulled their shirt taunt across their chest. They frowned. Their boobs weren't getting any bigger.

They cupped one breast sadly before sighing. They let go of it, getting up from the bed. They were still hungry. They didn't care what their mother thought about their late night snacking. Satisfying their hunger was more important.

Aniya left their bedroom. Silently they slipped through the hallway and past the rooms of their many kin. Were they growing through 'puberty' too?

They entered the kitchen and searched the cupboards for they wanted. A knife and serving platter. They wanted one of their all time favorite meals, brie and honey on crackers.

Getting the cheese, they hastily pulled the wrapper away, letting it fall to the platter with a dull thump. Aniya winced. It was loud in the night.

They dumped an entire sleeve of crackers next to it and poured a generous amount of honey on the brie.

Aniya took the platter out to the glass observatory in the garden. It was a perfect night. They could see all of the stars clearly.

The animals were asleep in the garden. The deer and rabbits that their mother cared for so greatly..

Their hunger was getting worse so Aniya cut open the brie to eat it. They tried to demonstrate self control and have little bites at a time. They needed to savor it.

It didn't taste as good as they thought it would. It tasted very sour in their mouth. Was it spoiled? It smelled fine.

They cut off another chunk of the cheese and lifted the rind with the knife to look at it.

Oh..

It was molding.

They let it fall to the platter. Well, what would they eat now? They were still hungry.

Aniya brought their fingers to their mouth, licking the honey off the tips while thinking about what else they would eat. Nothing else was as appealing to them as the brie.

Hm.

The honey didn't taste like honey. It was powdery.

It was molding too. Mold had spread down in thin trails from their finger tips to their wrist. Right where the honey had dripped down.

Aniya took a deep, shuddering breath. They hit their hand against the side of the table then scraped it up and down the edge in disgust. They should have brought a napkin.

After getting most of the mold off their hand, they looked at the platter to see that the food was molding everywhere they had touched. They knocked it off the table. They stumbled as they rose from their chair, hastily getting away from the platter.

Why was it molding? Was it because of them?

Aniya left the observatory and dropped to their knees in the garden, wiping their hand in the damp grass. It was wet from dew.

What was wrong with them?

They squeezed their eyes shut. A raw, strangled scream escaped from them.

"What is wrong with me?! What's wrong!?" they sobbed.

Bending over, placing their face against their knees, they grabbed fistfuls of their hair. They yanked at it. The pain was a pleasing distraction from their hunger.

Their face was turning ugly and red.

Hands were lifting them up, turning them over, trying to get them release the grip on their own hair.

Were they still screaming? Apparently they were.

They recognized the faces the hands belonged to as being their kin. The voices emerging from those mouths didn't make any sense to their ears.

The next two weeks following Aniya's breakdown in the garden was a total blur to them. They weren't sure why they had acted so hysterically in response to their food being a little moldy.

They had settled into a unusually peaceful calm.

No one was speaking to them, and they were given strange looks by everyone, but they found that they were not bothered by it.

On that night, somehow they had tasted the blood of their kin and found that their hunger had been satisfied. At least for that short moment.

Aniya wasn't sure what had happened but making them bleed had been incredibly satisfying.

They couldn't eat their kin. That would be wrong. But it wouldn't be wrong for them to eat one of the animals, would it? They had this little voice in their head urging them them to do it, and that's why they were out hidden in the very edge of the garden now.

The life had faded from the faun's eye a long time ago. It was only a glassy thing now, staring at nothing.

Aniya gazed into its eye.

Their stomach was painfully swollen but they couldn't stop themself from consuming the creature's flesh.

Its blood was starting to dry on their mouth and the front of their shirt.

Aniya breathed in slowly.

For some reason they didn't feel guilty for consuming that poor creature. It felt right. Their insatiable appetite was finally satisfied.

They took the corpse of the deer farther into the garden to hide it. Nobody should find out.

#hee hee #they're losing it #oc: nephele #cube writes #idk what else to tag this as

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doffykin · 2 years

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𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑩𝑰𝑻 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑫𝑬𝑰𝑻𝒀 — fashion kit with; rings, a punk and greaser theme, in black and purple .

i. clear belt ii. skull decor rings iii. zipper fly pants iv. rabbit letter tee v. bunny pendant vi. cartoon rabbit sweatshirt vii. spiked decor collar viii. minimalist rings ix. drop shoulder leather coat

#REQUEST .#deitykin #rabbit death deity kin #kin fashion kit #kin help #MINE .

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killerbananas · 2 years

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Fandom: Attack on Titan

Genres: pwp, au! dark romance, adventure/drama

Summary: Experience a few sinful epochs of your own by playing around with the oft foolish gods as an immortal devil, or as you've referred to yourself as, just another hungry soul.

Warnings: adult themes/dark content, non-human/immortal!au! allusions in the usual sensual greek fashion, shifted magic forms (eg tentacles, minotaur, etc. alluded). All series contain adult content [[SMUT]] not suitable for minors. Specific warnings precede each chapter.

Author's Note: Hello, curious reader! Here, you will find yourself depicted as a darker kin to Eros, not unlike a succubus/incubus. As an immortal, you are not particularly tied to a gender or the same genitalia every reincarnation (though, most will likely be AFAB-reader). Each book will include sexual interactions with different AOT characters as Greek gods and goddesses (a list is available at the very bottom if you are interested). This is a work in progress, so things are of course, subject to change.

These chapters will be posted slowly as I write them because it takes time to get these where I want. I have daydreamed so much about this alternate universe that I've managed to furrow my ass into more than one rabbit hole with ideas. Therefore, we get a few series/books :)

Universe Summary: Come along on an adventure into the twisted beauty of life and death as a divinely hedonistic devil causing mischievous mayhem and thieving pleasure wherever you deem fit in your ravenous hunger for carnalities that bring Gods and Goddesses alike to their knees. You are not a mad deity per se, but you do find that walking the line between violent, vengeful rage and sensual celebration of wicked decadence becomes murkier the longer you play through the dramatic influence of the other immortals you encounter.

Life was easier in the Dark, but perhaps these experiences will bode well for your own development of burgeoning strength you wish to better during each new recycling of your soul. You may eventually find that it becomes easier to grasp and interpret the anguished and impassioned interactions of those around you as their memories and yet more pervade your dreams in the aftermath of your less than innocent feedings. Such is the burden of one afflicted with the divine desire to devour, as it breeds a collective knowledge and empathic understanding of all the darkest corners of the Gods’ hearts that only grows deeper and more complex as their most intimate futures, thoughts, and recollections take root in the pit of your soul.

Born of a tragic love between a lost God and the Goddess of the Night, your soul embodies not only the array of emotions that cacophonously thundered the heavens during the bloodshed of your birth as your progenitor was torn to shreds by his most devoted followers in the name of devotion to his love, but also the amorously diverse wishes of your dark mother as she braided and plucked from her scalp the plaited strands that were mixed in the gestating ambrosia that had allowed your form to coalesce in your forebearer.

While life in these times of development is often hellish and hard to navigate, there is the euphoric serenity and satiation of sensual pleasures that help rebalance the scales of enjoyment. Poseidon’s bold tentacles can touch places inside you like no other. Hades’ garden visit to seduce you in the moonlight has you welcoming him into your home for a late night feeding. A little jealousy goes far in the gambit to bring Zeus to your willful fantasies, but you also find libidinous revelry in the way his wife tongues sonnets at your apex.

In a world full of powerful, magical immortals and primal, debauched monsters, you find a cathartic balance of the warring needs that plague you, earning your rightful mantle as progeny of bloodthirsty begetters, deities of Ecstasy and Dark Night.

Book 1: Dionysian Rebirth

The main series of one-shots. Prologue aside, primarily smut without plot.

Status: ongoing

Epoch 0: Beginning [Nyx x Dionysus; 516 wc]: How you were concocted.

Epoch 1: Fondness [Erwin/Hades x reader; 3,448 wc]: After allowing his gaze to haunt you, Hades finds himself equally bewitched by your magics.

Epoch 2: Purpose [Porco/Triton x reader; 1,018 wc draft]: Triton believes himself knowledgeable enough to know how to simmer the fire in your soul. He wants you to take his heavy clutch of eggs.

Epoch 3: Revelation [Miche/Apollo x reader]

Epoch 4: TBD [Zeke/Hermes x reader]

Book 2: What We Do On The Big Ass Island

Series Summary: Crack! mockumentary of a bunch of immortal youths competing for something grand. They may be just shy of two centuries old on average, but these gifted people know how to tear shit up. Honestly, if these interviewers don't get their act together, you'll happily do it for them. Fuck the tranquilizers. Let's find out why you're here and who is blessed with your very irate and aroused company.

[This series was inspired by What We Do in the Shadows in title and trope, and while there may be some easter eggs from the show, it's not really related. This is kind of a stress relief project for me. Don't take it too seriously.]

Status: ongoing

Pairings: afab!reader x multiple; Levi x Miche x Erwin x Hange polycule; polycule x reader

Chapter 1: Baby's First Interview [418 wc]: You are interviewed by another species that thinks it’s ok to push your buttons until you assert yourself. Unfortunately, a power dampening dart also diminishes your irate drive for revenge by knocking your ass out.

Chapter 2: Brick Shithouse [933 wc]: Finally, some new blood. You wake up to find Erwin outside.

Chapter 3: Flirting with The Sin of The Sun [1.2k wc]: An interview reveals a titch of information, but a warm wake-up call might make up for it with better evening plans.

Chapter 4: Lyre, Liar, Bonfire [4.1k wc]: The war council quartet gets interviewed to various success. Eventually, campfire revelry breeds bonds of kinship.

Book 3: Ouroboros

While Dionysian Rebirth is smut first, this series is what I would constitute as the main plot if I could. I've vaguely conceptualized it as reader being a warrior for (see Robinhood meets Lost Girl?) the people. While every other group of people on the planet at this ancient time is ruled by those greedy on power, you value personal freedom and logic above the brutal enslavement of those around you. As you encounter various individuals on your adventure to peace, you may find your path full of new growth rather than the stain of bloodshed that has nourished you to this point.

I want to dig into the lore with how the power of the titans came to be, how this translated into wars and events that devastated the planet, shaped people. I have the idea of doing this through a timeline progression through ages that was inspired by 2001 A Space Odyssey and the symbolism in this quote:

"...the Ouroboros, the snake that eats its own tail... has been said to have a meaning of infinity or wholeness. In the age-old image of the Ouroboros lies the thought of devouring oneself and turning oneself into a circulatory process, for it was clear to the more astute alchemists that the prima materia of the art was man himself. The Ouroboros is a dramatic symbol for the integration and assimilation of the opposite, i.e. of the shadow. This 'feedback' process is at the same time a symbol of immortality since it is said of the Ouroboros that he slays himself and brings himself to life, fertilizes himself, and gives birth to himself. He symbolizes the One, who proceeds from the clash of opposites, and he, therefore, constitutes the secret of the prima materia which ... unquestionably stems from man's unconscious."

Status: daydreaming

Book 4: Elysian Wonder

A play on Alice in Wonderland within the DR universe. Meant to highlight titanism in particular (read: monsterfucking). Perhaps as a three part series.

Status: daydreaming

Book 5: Aphrodisiac Mischief

To pass the time in your long life, you decide to open up a shop specializing in a wide variety of trinkets and oddities, but your private customers come to you for another treasure you personally curate: aphrodisiacs!

Status: daydreaming?

Book 6: Infinite Loop

Jealousy incurs the debt of a curse placed on you to be reborn in a new universe after every death with patchy memories at best. Adjusting can be a bit of a bitch, but adventures and spoils are to be had as you find your foes and companions in each rebirth. (e.g., pirates/mermaids, apocalypse, c r o s s o v e r s.)

Status: daydreaming

Featuring:

Erwin – Hades

Porco – Triton

Eren – Zeus

Mikasa – Hera

Jean – Eros

Connie – Pan

Bertholdt – Hephaestus

Reiner – Proteus

Annie – Athena

Zeke – Hermes

Levi – Ares

Ymir – Hedone

Historia – Aphrodite

Hange – Artemis

Sasha – Hestia

Armin – Poseidon

Pieck – Hecate

Marcel – Laestrygon

Kenny – Charon

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azhefa · 4 years

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AZGEDA SPIRITUALITY

MAJOR DEITIES

— beka (savior & all mother): beka is widely believed to have come down from the skies and blessed humanity with life. while the fleimkepa believe her to be the goddess of all, many clans formed their own beliefs. azgeda widely believes her to have saved their ancestors from praimfaya with her blood as a sacrifice. but belief in the divinity of commanders is often disputed. — afrei (goddess of war): represented by a woman on a white horse, skin painted in blood. warriors use the blood of sacrifices as warpaint, believing it is blessed and carries protective energy. — heisef (goddess of death & life): represented by a two headed woman, death represented by a skull with a wreath of poisonous berries, life represented by a young woman with a laurel of snow flowers. the right hand is life’s and is held when a soul enters a vessel, the left belongs to death and is held when a soul leaves the body. — houdas (goddess of the hunt): represented by a black wolf with a rabbit in her mouth. hunters will often give offerings to wolves before they hunt to increase their fortune. traditionally a portion of every hunt is put upon an altar to give honor to houdas. (wolves have a great deal of symbolism in their culture. for example, it is also believed if a wolf forms a bond with a human that wolf is a reincarnation of a loved one). — nomon (goddess of childbirth): simply referred to as ‘mother’ or ‘the mother’ she aids women in childbirth. she is often called upon to bless pregnancies and families. if a woman dies during or after labour she comes to collect their souls and comfort them. she gives them the power to protect their children. when a mother dies in childbirth she remains in the spiritual realm to guide her kin until their fight ends. she is there to greet them so they may both be at peace and continue their cycle.

MINOR DEITIES

— esabou (spirit of the harvest): represented by an albino hawk carrying a bunch of pine needles in his talons. hawks are generally considered a sign of prosperity and good luck. — orou (spirit of winter): represented by a family of foxes. it is believed if you see more than one white fox at once you have been visited by this spirit. — nusai (spirit of marriage): man with the legs of deer, human torso and humanoid face with antlers. commonly perceived as male but is considered a fluid spirit. they are a representation of fertility and family. priestesses call upon him to bless couples during marriage ceremonies, usually the participants being joined will use a paste made of powder from ground down antlers to anoint each other.

AFTERLIFE

azgeda believe life is a continuous cycle, just as nature is ever changing but walking the same pattern. honorable souls may reincarnate however they choose after their death. they may also stick around to guide their loved ones from the spiritual plain. those whose spirits have lived too selfishly and dishonorably are believed to be put into a simple life form, usually small animals, to be purified by returning to nature before they are given a chance to live as a human again. only the most terrible souls are kept from reincarnation.

#『 ai ridiyo 』❅ ❆ ( LORE ) ♛#『 ai don bants ai tombom kom emo maun 』❅ ❆ ( AZGEDA ) ♛

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azhefa-archived · 4 years

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AZGEDA SPIRITUALITY

MAJOR DEITIES

MINOR DEITIES

AFTERLIFE

#『 ai ridiyo 』❅ ❆ ( HEADCANON ) ♛#『 ai don bants ai tombom kom emo maun 』❅ ❆ ( AZGEDA ) ♛#even though roan is mostly agnostic and not super spiritual #he does feel something of a connection to heisef #and will at times pray to her #even if he doesn't quiet feel certain that he believes any of the spirits exist #he respects his culture #and finds comfort in performing rituals #or going to the temples for meditation #i could even see him burning a candle for heisef in his room #not all the time but it's there when he feels the need #also i might continue to add to this #esp w sochie and i having a huge ass doc w lore rn a;slkfj #but i was excited and wanted to post the basics

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agnosticanimist · 7 years

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Holidays I Observe/Celebrate

Taken from my sh!tty Book of Shadows, here's a list and summary of the holidays I attempt to celebrate.

KEEP IN MIND: These are holidays that I personally celebrate, they are described as I personally see them, and the celebrations mentioned are the ones that I personally observe. There are no “right” or “wrong” ways to celebrate a holiday, even “culturally important” ones. Everyone celebrates them differently, some people don’t observe certain traditions, and that’s okay. If you celebrate differently than I do, that’s okay! I can already smell the hate and annoying responses I’m going to get because of this but whatever let’s get started!

Putting a keep reading because holy farts this post was SO LONG!!!

New Years Day 🆕

January 1st --- A celebration of the new year. Usually celebrated by staying up the night before until midnight, then toasting a drink to luck and prosperity before going to bed. Lunch and/or dinner are usually comprised of black-eyed peas, greens, mashed potatoes, and cornbread.

Feast of Fools 🎭

January 6th --- A day to mock authoritative power, the church, religion in general, and the government. Mock ecclesiastical rituals are performed, a mock king/pope/bishop is elected, and drinking, dancing, and singing occurs. It's a day to laugh at that which is taken so seriously the rest of the year.

Chinese New Years 🐉

New Moon between January 21st and February 20th --- (I’ll update this part later!!!)

Imbolc 🏠

February 1st --- Marks the first day of spring. Celebration of hearth and home. Activities include making St. Brigid’s crosses, making bride’s beds, making priapic wands, lighting candles or bonfires in the snow, and eating pastries and dairy products.

Valentine’s Day 💝

February 14th --- A day to express your romantic love to those whom you love, usually by giving them a love note/card or a Valentine. Other gifts include roses, stuffed animals, chocolates, etc.

Mardi Gras ⚜

3 Days before Ash Wednesday --- Traditionally occurs 3 days before Ash Wednesday (which occurs 46 days before Easter). Activities include parades, throwing beads, eating good food, wearing masks, singing/playing music, dancing, and drinking.

White Day 💮

March 14th --- Usually celebrated in Asian countries, White Day is a response to Valentine’s Day. On Valentine’s day, women are the ones expressing their love to men. On White Day, men who received love are expected to return it, oftentimes with gifts triple in value to the gift they were given. Common gifts include white chocolate, white lingerie, cookies, etc. (Slightly sexist, but hey, a second day to spoil my partner with love is a-ok in my book!)

St. Patrick’s Day 🍀

March 17th --- A day to celebrate Irish culture and heritage. Activities include wearing green (and pinching those NOT wearing green), listening to traditional Irish music, and feasting on things such as roast, potatoes, greens, cornbread, whiskey, beer, and/or cider. A common tradition is “wetting the shamrock” where a clover is placed at the bottom of a shot glass that is then filled with alcohol. The shot is gulped down, and the clover goes with it, or alternatively is tossed over the shoulder for good luck.

Ostara - Spring Equinox 🌱

March 19th-22nd --- Ostara, the inspiration for Easter, is a celebration of new life, birth, fertility, growth, etc. Celebrated by planting seeds, starting gardens, planting flowers and trees, etc.

April Fool’s Day 😜

April 1st --- A day of pranks and jokes that I hate to death but also still celebrate for some reason..?

Easter 🐇

1st Sunday after the Full Moon --- Activities of celebration include painting and hiding boiled eggs which are collected in baskets, feasting on shepherd’s pie and carrot cake, eating candy and treats in the shapes of rabbits and chicks, etc.

Beltane 🔥

May 1st --- Originally celebrated by casting protection spells onto cattle who were headed out to summer pastures, today it is a celebration focused on protection of the self. Bouquets of primrose, rowan, hawthorn, gorse, hazel, and marigold are made and hung over the doors or windows of a home. Maypoles are danced around with colorful ribbons. Massive bonfires are lit and feasts are held.

LGBT+ Pride Month 🌈

The Entire Month of June --- A month to celebrate lgbt+ identities, such as lesbain, gay, bisexual, transgender, and queer. Notable days for me are June 3rd: Bi pride day, June 5th: Pan pride day, and June 23rd: Androgyne pride day.

Litha - Summer Solstice ☀

June 19th-22nd --- These mark the longest days of the year. Protective amulets are made out of rue, rowan, and basil tied together with white or gold ribbon. They’re kept until the next Litha, when they’re burned and a new amulet is created. Other activities include picnics, making flower crowns, and dancing/singing around a campfire.

America’s Independence Day 🎆

July 4th --- Celebrations include barbecues, grilled foods, lemonade, pool parties, American patriotism, and shooting off/watching fireworks after dark.

Tanabata 🌠

July 7th --- (There’s so much lore about this holiday that I’m going to leave out because this post is already so long.) Essentially, it’s an Asian (more specifically, Japanese, or the version I celebrate hails from Japan) holiday centered around two lovers who get to meet only once a year (the 7th day of the 7th month). On the day of their meeting, you can write down wishes on tiny strips of paper and tie them to trees/bamboo, which are burned at midnight to release the wish into the universe in hopes that it will come true. Also it’s bad luck if it rains on Tanabata because the lovers can’t meet.

Lammas/Lughnasadh 🍞

August 1st --- The first harvest of the year. Feasts of breads, grains, and beers as well as bonfires are common. Activities include making corn dollies, wicker men, making crowns of wheat/corn stalks, creating/decorating staves, wands, and besoms/brooms, etc.

Cherokee National Holiday 🐦

1st Monday in September --- An annual event celebrating Cherokee heritage and culture, held each Labor Day weekend in Tahlequah, Oklahoma. The theme of the celebration changes each year, but activities include a two night inter-tribal pow wow, stickball, Cherokee marbles, horseshoes and cornstalk shoot tournaments, softball tournaments, rodeos, car and art shows, gospel singings, the annual Miss Cherokee pageant, the Cherokee National Holiday parade, and the annual "State of the Nation" address by the Principal Chief of the Cherokee Nation.

Mabon - Autumn Equinox 🍁

September 19th-22nd --- The days and nights are equal in length. A time to wear your finest clothes and spend time with your family. This is the second harvest of the year. Activities include offering tributes to nature for the harvests, making wine, gathering dried herbs, walking in the woods, and decorating burial sites with acorns, leaves, and pine cones.

Halloween 🎃

October 31st --- Inspired by Samhain and celebrated on the same day. Activities include carving pumpkins into jack-o-lanterns, wearing costumes, going through haunted houses, riding hayrides, and giving/receiving treats like candy, popcorn balls, and little plastic toys.

Samhain 👻

Sunset of October 31st - Sunset of November 1st --- Marks the beginning of winter. Feasts inviting the spirits of dead loved ones to join are held. Offerings to fae and spirits are given. Masks and disguises are worn to hide from evil entities. A time to honor the dead, be they kin, friends, or pets.

Dia de los Muertos 💀

November 1st & 2nd --- A time to celebrate the dead. Activities include tidying up or decorating graves/burial sites, creating shrines/altars to the dead or deities connected to the dead, leaving offerings like sweets and marigolds to the dead, painting your face to look like a calavera (a skull), dancing and singing to honor the dead, feasting on pan de muertos, etc. Meant to be a joyful but still respectful celebration of those who have passed on.

Thanksgiving 🍠

4th Thursday in November --- A time to gather with the family over a meal and express thankfulness for what you have. A traditional feast includes turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, and more.

Yule - Winter Solstice ❄

December 19th-22nd --- The longest nights of the year. Activities include toasting to trees with spiced cider, creating/lighting a yule log, decorating with ivy and holly, kissing under mistletoe, and enjoying a feast of pork dishes, eggnog, turkey, spiced wines and ciders, cookies, and cider-soaked caraway cakes.

Christmas 🎄

December 25th --- Inspired by Yule, celebrations include caroling, giving/getting presents and gifts, decorating a Christmas tree, making snowpeople, eating gingerbread cookies and candy canes, watching parades, watching sports, watching ballets, and feasting with friends and family.

OH IT’S FINALLY DONE THANK THE MOON!!!

This list is subject to change/edit at any given time.

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leanstooneside · 4 years

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20th CENTURY WOMEN (OCEANARIUM)

ALL MEN SAY THAT I AM MAD IT IS ONLY THAT I

OLD AND THE EARTH PASSION DIETH; WE HAVE WATCHED HIM DIE A THOUSAND TIMES WHEN HE WANES AN OLD WIND CRIETH FOR WE ARE OLD AND PASSION HATH

ALL THINGS AND THROUGH WHOM ARE ALL THINGS GOOD WILL I

BEYOND SEA BE THOU SPED MY SONG AND BY GOD TO MY LADY SAY THAT IN DESIROUS GRIEFFILLED WAY MY NIGHTS AND MY DAYS ARE FULL LONG

COLD AND YET WE TWAIN ARE NEVER WEARY AND

EPIC AND THE SMALL KIND DEED ARE ONE; IF

ALL MY FELLOWS AYE I KNOW THE GLORY OF TH' UNBOUNDED ONES BUT YE THAT HIDE AS I HIDE MOST THE WHILE AND BURST FORTH TO THE WINDOWS ONLY WHILES OR WHILES FOR LOVE OR HOPE OR BEAUTY OR FOR POWER THEN SMOULDER WITH THE LIDS HALF CLOSED AND ARE UNTOUCHED

VAGUE HALF KNOWING HALF DOTH MISS OUR CONSCIOUSNESS AND LEAVES US FEELING THAT SOMEHOW ALL IS WELL THAT SOBER

ROUND IT THAT IS IT

GREY EYES BUT IT IS ALL

KIND OH I KNOW THAT THERE ARE FOLK

STRANGE NIGHTWONDER OF YOUR EYES DIES NOT THOUGH PASSION FLIETH ALONG THE STAR FIELDS OF ARCTURUS AND IS NO MORE UNTO OUR HANDS; MY LIPS

GREY WINDS CALL TO YOU BY THAT HIGH FENCER EVEN DEATH STRUCK OF THE BLADE THAT NO MAN PARRIETH; SUCH IS YOUR FENCE

OLD WAYS TILL MEN SAY THAT I AM MAD; BUT I HAVE SEEN THE SORROW OF MEN AND AM GLAD FOR I KNOW THAT THE WAILING AND BITTERNESS ARE A FOLLY

ALL ENDS OF THINGS ARE WITH HIM FROM

OLD TOLEDOS PAST THEIR DAYS OF WAR ARE KEPT MNEMONIC

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LONG IT IS SINCE I

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OLD DEITY RAVENS NIGHTS ALLUREMENT: AND THEY ARE NOT; HAVING

DONE NOR WHAT GOD HATH THAT CAN ME CHEER BUT YE ASK FIRST WHERE THE WINDS ARE GONE WINEING

ALL TIME SWEPT ON BEYOND MY KEN AND AS THE SEA HATH IN NO WISE A FORM WITHIN ITSELF CIOÃ¨ AS LIQUID HATH NO FORM SAVE WHERE IT BOUNDEN IS BY

OTHER PULLING ON THEIR SHOES FOR THE DAY'S BUSINESS SERIOUS CHILD BUSINESS THAT THE WORLD LAUGHS AT AND GROWS STALE; SUCH IS THE TALE PART

WHITE BIRDS IN THE BLUE WATERS OF HEAVEN THE CLOUDS THAT ARE SPRAY

NEWLAID RASTWAY TO THE GARDENS OF THE SUN.... * * * * * * * * * * I HAVE SUNG WOMEN IN THREE CITIES BUT IT IS ALL

PRIMAL NATURE AND THERE IS UPON IT

LITTLE BAND OF WINDS THAT BLOW IN THE ASH TREES HERE: FOR WE ARE QUITE ALONE HERE

DEEP BOSOMS FOR REST I HAVE LOVED MY GOD AS MAID TO MAN BUT LO THIS THING IS BEST

RATIONAL CREATURES BESIDES MAN ENDOWED LIKE HIM WITH A BODY AND SOUL THAT ARE BORN AND DIE LIKE HIM

OLD DISGUISINGS ARE THEY

LEAN BARE TREE IS WIDOWED

AGAINST MY FACE CLOSEPRESSING SOFT AS IS THE SOUTH'S

LITTLE MOTHERS WILL SING THEM IN THE TWILIGHT AND WHEN THE NIGHT SHRINKETH THE KISS OF THE DAWN THAT LOVES AND KILLS WHAT TIME THE SWALLOW FILLS HER NOTE THE LITTLE RABBIT FOLK THAT SOME CALL CHILDREN SUCH AS ARE UP AND WIDE

ALL MY SELF THROUGH HER AND SHE THROUGH ME I DID PERCEIVE THAT SHE ENTHRONED TWO THINGS: VERONA AND A MAID I KNEW ON EARTH; AND DULLED SOME WHILE FROM DREAM AND THEN BECOME THAT LOWER THING DEDUCTIVE INTELLECT I SAW HOW ALL THINGS ARE BUT SYMBOLS

GLAD VERY GLAD FOR MY BRIDE HATH TOWARD ME A GREAT LOVE THAT IS SWEETER

SLOWSMILING IS COMPANION

GREAT GOD IF THESE THY SONS ARE GROWN SUCH THIN EPHEMERA I

ALL MY KIN TO WHOM MY BREAST AND ARMS ARE EVER WARM FOR

ALL THEY THAT WITH STRANGE SADNESS HAVE THE EARTH IN MOCK'RY AND ARE KIND

LEFT THEM UNDER A STONE AND NOW MEN CALL ME MAD BECAUSE I HAVE THROWN ALL FOLLY FROM ME PUTTING IT ASIDE TO LEAVE THE OLD BARREN WAYS OF MEN BECAUSE MY BRIDE IS A POOL

LAST CAROUSE OR IN WHAT MEASURE OF SO CALLED RIGHT OR SO DAMNED WRONG OUR LEISURE RUNS OUT UNCOUNTED SAND BENEATH THE SUN THAT SPITE YOUR CARPING STILL THE THING IS DONE WITH

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innervoiceartblog · 4 years

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GETTING LEAPT: GODS HIDE IN ROUGH PLACES (rain spattered notes from journal)

"All human life on earth would change if we navigated our journeys deity to deity, not grid direction, zip code or sat nav." *** Ok, there's something of a hallucinatory grind to this isn't there? I appreciate it's hardly jail time, but it does work on us none the less. A fulsome pint of Guinness, eccentric friends and a pub garden have taken on an Eden like quality of imagining. It may be I have wandered the moor a little (and not been within 150 yards of a soul). It may be I have been stalking a hare. In the very early morning I got to old Crockern Tor and made libations for those near and far. All our kids got an extra slash of Lagavulin on the granite, and now feel much better about everything. The Moors: Mewy country, Plymn country, Yealm country, solitary Erme country, Avon country, Swincombe country, Blacka Brook country, Cowsic country, West Dart country, East Dart country, Double Dart country, the South-East desolate, the Eastern Highlands, West Webburn country, East Webburn country, Ashburn country, Lemon country, Bovey country, South Teign country, North Teign country, Taw country, East Ockment country, West Ockment country, Lyd country, Tavy country, Waltham country, and the wildest, roughest-glory country of all: Metheral brook, Maish Hill brook, Great Mire stream, Cheriton Coombe water. Before all of that naming there would have been a goddess at at every turn of the river, every beat of a fishing pool, and our very survival was learning the particular libations of the particular denizen. You gulp Ockment water, you better know the holy tit from which it so lovingly pours. Big Thoughts Of The Day : * All human life on earth would change if we navigated our journeys deity to deity, not grid direction, zip code or sat nav. So, the old names of places. * In some of these naming's, all crushed and upside down, are the gods, calling to get out. Crack the egg of a place-name, free the yoke of its power. I chivvy my processional of words out to the dingly danger of Hangershiel Rock, Dreshelcum, Braitor, Vurtor, Lether, Braitor. Who picked over you to lovingly score your dirt with these pungent names? At the end of pre-history the high moor got empty of people, changes in weather made crop growing impossible, and it became the kingdom of wolf, osprey, pole cat, badger, fox, adder, pine marten, boar, lynx, white-tailed eagle, a flood of wild ponies. When did these names crawl into use? Were they muttered in the old Celtic forts, before the roofs became mulch, lodge poles rotted, and children no longer collected water from our streams? Before the relentless rain and bleak cold swathed the moor, before the great eviction, was a word or two collected, to make a sound-house for a Goddess? A resting hut? I suspect not say the linguists. But some hid Celtic Goddess’s from the Saxons in their jaw. I know they did. The deities crawled up all fragrenty into our mouth and we nodded and say nothing of the paradise between our teeth. * Every story I’ve ever told is done to keep her company. True fact. LEAP OR HOP? Artists are waiting to Get Leapt. When Dermot was placed under magical bonds to elope with Grainne, he became Hare when he leapt the walls of the compound. He knew the ground he launched himself from, but where he would land he could not tell. He leapt a hero, and landed an outlaw. Every island Odysseus came to was a leap; in consciousness, character, substance. And he needed hare-tongue to twist and turn his way through whatever he may encounter. He bragged once to blinded cyclops and that did him damage for years. He rarely blurted after that. He learnt to go from somebody to nobody. Hare knows about that kind of camouflage. So us, here today, in lockdown. Are we going to leap, or are we going to hop? Culture is being forced to leap at this moment, but we run grievous risk of a rabbit hop back to safety not a hare leap into the deeper life. But in the quiet, restless now, some are glimpsing the fires of Ithaca, maybe for the first time. They are going to need sea legs, old captains, scrappy maps and strange intent. HARE: THE FELLOW IN THE RAIN He’s not a bridge, not a guarantee, but a collapsing ladder, a scalding pan, something brilliant you heard and eternally misquote. She places her paw on your pen as you think up your spiritual franchise and scats on the publishing contract. He waits patiently for his master in the shadows of Gethsemane, and was the first out of Eden with a tinny and toothbrush. Those big teeth you see. Hare understands his prescribed ordainment in the witty fever of life, she knows her gig, delights in his obscuration, changes the story, the record, the mantra, his name. I swear Hare is in the hay at Bethlehem silent knyghting the whole thing from somewhere back in the stable. In her calm, weird eyes, she looks at the baby born in the glow of animals and knows peace. Don’t ever say her naturalness is not beautiful to him, don’t even try it. Hare officially approves this message. If we chivvy open the coffin of half our heroes we’re going to find Hares. HARE I seen you nibble on seaweed and conifer leaves, lie still like a sun-browned plank all afternoon in the meadow, yet would not be dragged by your ears into a field sullied by rabbits. People say you are cold, but I heard the shriek as the kestrel hovered over your babies. The hawk will always win - so swift in bashing air - but I saw you punch one sideways as it lifted your wriggling kin. I seen you box to your death, skull caved and spit-chewed, upright and moon-drunk as the bigger bastard kills you but can’t murder your spirit. Can’t be done, to kill the spirit of the hare. I seen three Welsh farmers stuff the barrels of their guns with the root Black Bryony and still you stay stock as the air trilled with the deadly twigs. Not one hit you, just withered like their cocks as you showed them pandemonium. It’s not cold to fight like that, not cold at all. ~ Copyright Martin Shaw 2020 www.cistamystica.com A shout out to Rima and Tom at Hedgespoken books, Deja Hu and James Murray-White and Karis Petty holding a virtual, rocking Into The Wild Festival this weekend, Alisa Esposito at Sparkroot Farm planting many good things, Carla Stang over at Imaginal Futures, and the literally THOUSANDS of you showing up with your most dastardly, wayward, brilliant selves at this moment of magnitude. Only good things to you.

#Dr. Martin Shaw #Martin Shaw #mythologist #Myth #The Old Gods Goddesses #The Old Ways #storyteller #Hare

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doffykin · 2 years

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Inbox check?

sure thing, anon! here’s everything i have at the moment;

reply icons (quotes) for pox, with the same aesthetic as the previous pox request.

kin recommendations, with some of the highest kins being nene yashiro, louie duck and mirabel madrigal.

layout for tengen uzui, in monochrome.

layout for pickle inspector (cc), with themes of space, stars and galaxies in white.

care kit for a rabbit death deity, with black, dark purple, darker punk themes, items like rings, and 70-80s greaser apparel.

pronouns for a red panda therian, excluding options relating to the name itself (i,e; re/red/redself and pan/panda/pandaself).

pendulum for kinning 💚, ☁️, 🌹 or 🤡.

pendulum for kinning bloodswap eridan.

fashion kit for a saint lucian parrot, with summer wear, a kidcore theme, from macys and old navy, and without jeans, tights, form fitting clothes, and earrings.

stimboard for a lonely wizard, with no food or hands.

fashion kit for ace (gorillaz and ppg), with an affordable but fancy play-boyish theme.

(same ask as above) fashion kit for 2-d, with a comfy summer theme.

pendulum for being fictionkin with m and s.

pendulum for being an irl of 💭.

pendulum for kinning frisk or chara.

moodboard for shuichi, with themes of missing kaito and kaede, sunsets and dazecore, in blue colors.

reply icons for shiny genesect, with a lovecore theme.

pendulum for kinning 🕷️ or ✨.

pendulum for kinning sara from your turn to die.

moodboard for scp-049, with no specific themes.

stimboard for snufkin (90s series), with a general outdoors/nature theme, in dark green, and no bugs.

pendulum for being near from death note.

pendulum for kinning chara, x-tale chara, or frisk.

annd that’s everything! my inbox sure fills up fast, huh? i’ll be keeping requests open, as i’m heading to bed; and i’ll close them in the morning. so feel free to send, or re-send, anything while they’re open!

thank you for checking in!

#ANSWERED .#INBOX CHECK .

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leanstooneside · 6 years

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Angry words fan the fire like wind

Great God if these thy sons are grown such thin ephemera I

strange nightwonder of your eyes Dies not though passion flieth Along the star fields of Arcturus And is no more unto our hands; My lips

round it that is it

all my self through her and she through me I did perceive that she enthroned two things: Verona and a maid I knew on earth; And dulled some while from dream and then become That lower thing deductive intellect I saw How all things are but symbols

rational creatures besides man endowed like him with a body and soul that are born and die like him

long it is Since I

all yea all that dust doth symbolize Was there forgot and my enfranchised soul Grew as the liquid elements and was infused With joy that is not light

old And the earth passion dieth; We have watched him die a thousand times When he wanes an old wind crieth For we are old And passion hath

left them under a stone And now men call me mad because I have thrown All folly from me putting it aside To leave the old barren ways of men Because my bride Is a pool

primal nature and there is upon it

little mothers Will sing them in the twilight And when the night Shrinketh the kiss of the dawn That loves and kills What time the swallow fills Her note the little rabbit folk That some call children Such as are up and wide

Beyond sea be thou sped my song And by God to my Lady say That in desirous grieffilled way My nights and my days are full long

White words as snow flakes but they are cold Moss words lip words words

all things and through whom Are all things good Will I

all my kin To whom my breast and arms are ever warm For

weary For we are old

old deity Ravens nights allurement: And they are not; Having

last carouse or in what measure Of so called right or so damned wrong our leisure Runs out uncounted sand beneath the sun That spite your carping still the thing is done With

old Toledos past their days of war Are kept mnemonic

grey winds call to you By that high fencer even Death Struck of the blade that no man parrieth; Such is your fence

kind Oh I know that there are folk

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leanstooneside · 7 years

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A more experienced man, spiritual leader, or father figure will come into your life

DEEP SANCTION THAT WE KNOW NOT HOW SANS THOUGHT GIVES US THIS FEELING; YOU ALLOW THAT THIS NOT NEED WE KNOW OUR EVERY THOUGHT OR SEE THE WORK SHOP WHERE EACH MASK IS WROUGHT WHEREFROM WE

LUSTY ROBBERS TWAIN BLACK IS THE PITCH

DONE NOR WHAT GOD HATH THAT CAN ME CHEER BUT YE ASK FIRST WHERE THE WINDS ARE GONE WINEING

WEARY FOR WE ARE OLD

LEFT THEM UNDER A STONE AND NOW MEN CALL ME MAD BECAUSE I HAVE THROWN ALL FOLLY FROM ME PUTTING IT ASIDE TO LEAVE THE OLD BARREN WAYS OF MEN BECAUSE MY BRIDE IS A POOL

OLD AND THE EARTH PASSION DIETH; WE HAVE WATCHED HIM DIE A THOUSAND TIMES WHEN HE WANES AN OLD WIND CRIETH FOR WE ARE OLD AND PASSION HATH

COLD AND YET WE TWAIN ARE NEVER WEARY AND

STRANGE NIGHTWONDER OF YOUR EYES DIES NOT THOUGH PASSION FLIETH ALONG THE STAR FIELDS OF ARCTURUS AND IS NO MORE UNTO OUR HANDS; MY LIPS

ROUND IT THAT IS IT

EFFULGENT WEST THEIR TUFTED SPLENDOUR SHIELDS HIS DECADENCE AS IN OUR SOUTHERN LANDS BRAVE TAPESTRIES ARE HUNG KINGGREETING FROM THE PONTICELLS AND

LITTLE BAND OF WINDS THAT BLOW IN THE ASH TREES HERE: FOR WE ARE QUITE ALONE HERE

ALL THINGS AND THROUGH WHOM ARE ALL THINGS GOOD WILL I

KIND OH I KNOW THAT THERE ARE FOLK

TRAGICAL FACES YE THAT WERE WHOLE AND ARE SO SUNKEN; AND

LEAN BARE TREE IS WIDOWED

OLD DISGUISINGS ARE THEY

GREAT GOD IF MEN ARE GROWN BUT PALE SICK PHANTOMS THAT

GLAD VERY GLAD FOR MY BRIDE HATH TOWARD ME A GREAT LOVE THAT IS SWEETER

BEYOND SEA BE THOU SPED MY SONG AND BY GOD TO MY LADY SAY THAT IN DESIROUS GRIEFFILLED WAY MY NIGHTS AND MY DAYS ARE FULL LONG

STRANGE NIGHTWONDER IS UPON US THE LEAVES

OLD DEITY RAVENS NIGHTS ALLUREMENT: AND THEY ARE NOT; HAVING

SLOWSMILING IS COMPANION

POOR SONGBIRD BATTERING ITS WINGS AGAINST THIS CAGE WE TODAY THEN WOULD I SPEAK COMFORT UNTO THEE FROM OUT THE HEIGHTS I DWELL IN WHEN THAT GREAT SENSE OF POWER IS UPON ME AND I

GREAT GOD IF THESE THY SONS ARE GROWN SUCH THIN EPHEMERA I

OLD WAYS TILL MEN SAY THAT I AM MAD; BUT I HAVE SEEN THE SORROW OF MEN AND AM GLAD FOR I KNOW THAT THE WAILING AND BITTERNESS ARE A FOLLY

ALL TIME SWEPT ON BEYOND MY KEN AND AS THE SEA HATH IN NO WISE A FORM WITHIN ITSELF CIOÃ¨ AS LIQUID HATH NO FORM SAVE WHERE IT BOUNDEN IS BY

PRIMAL NATURE AND THERE IS UPON IT

OLD TOLEDOS PAST THEIR DAYS OF WAR ARE KEPT MNEMONIC

GREY WINDS CALL TO YOU BY THAT HIGH FENCER EVEN DEATH STRUCK OF THE BLADE THAT NO MAN PARRIETH; SUCH IS YOUR FENCE

ALL THEY THAT WITH STRANGE SADNESS HAVE THE EARTH IN MOCK'RY AND ARE KIND

RATIONAL CREATURES BESIDES MAN ENDOWED LIKE HIM WITH A BODY AND SOUL THAT ARE BORN AND DIE LIKE HIM

LAST CAROUSE OR IN WHAT MEASURE OF SO CALLED RIGHT OR SO DAMNED WRONG OUR LEISURE RUNS OUT UNCOUNTED SAND BENEATH THE SUN THAT SPITE YOUR CARPING STILL THE THING IS DONE WITH

WHITE BIRDS IN THE BLUE WATERS OF HEAVEN THE CLOUDS THAT ARE SPRAY

ALL MEN SAY THAT I AM MAD IT IS ONLY THAT I

AGAINST MY FACE CLOSEPRESSING SOFT AS IS THE SOUTH'S

WHITE WORDS AS SNOW FLAKES BUT THEY ARE COLD MOSS WORDS LIP WORDS WORDS

VAGUE HALF KNOWING HALF DOTH MISS OUR CONSCIOUSNESS AND LEAVES US FEELING THAT SOMEHOW ALL IS WELL THAT SOBER

LONG IT IS SINCE I

GREY EYES BUT IT IS ALL

ALL YEA ALL THAT DUST DOTH SYMBOLIZE WAS THERE FORGOT AND MY ENFRANCHISED SOUL GREW AS THE LIQUID ELEMENTS AND WAS INFUSED WITH JOY THAT IS NOT LIGHT

EPIC AND THE SMALL KIND DEED ARE ONE; IF

DEEP BOSOMS FOR REST I HAVE LOVED MY GOD AS MAID TO MAN BUT LO THIS THING IS BEST

NEWLAID RASTWAY TO THE GARDENS OF THE SUN.... * * * * * * * * * * I HAVE SUNG WOMEN IN THREE CITIES BUT IT IS ALL

OTHER PULLING ON THEIR SHOES FOR THE DAY'S BUSINESS SERIOUS CHILD BUSINESS THAT THE WORLD LAUGHS AT AND GROWS STALE; SUCH IS THE TALE PART

PERFECT LIMNING WHEN THE WARM YOUTH DEW IS COLD UPON THY HANDS

ALL ENDS OF THINGS ARE WITH HIM FROM

ALL MY KIN TO WHOM MY BREAST AND ARMS ARE EVER WARM FOR

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