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mendelsohnben

Caravaggio (1986) vs. the original paintings

#art

aidonaea

Hello, goodbye.

I’m not sure if this is needed here but I just want to officially say that I am archiving this blog.

I have made good memories with Mama Yue through her ups and downs and I’ve also learned so much from her

To those who are still active here and can see this if you want to RP with me still, you can find me at @chopnskrew

It’s not a new muse but hopefully another I can develop as much as I did with Yue

Thank you and goodbye to the queen of the night, the goddess of necromancy and the crossroads.

It’s the winter and you should be resting with the queen in the underworld, x

11.20.2017-11.26.2019

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fyeahmyths

homebrewpodcast

🌙The Moon and Bacunawa🐉

The Moon and Bacunawa, re-told by Damiana Eugenio in her compilation, Phillipine Folk Literature: the Myths. It was translated from Cebuano to English by E. Roa, with minor edits made for clarification.

(This sample was sourced via The Aswang Project website as the latest English edition of her book is not easily accessed outside of academic libraries - petition your local libraries!!)

🌴 🌴 🌴 🌴 🌴

There were then seven moons in the heavenly kingdom, [set in the sky by the god Bathala so that each would light one night of the week], …. Bacunawa, the huge serpent that rules the seas, ….. fell in love with them. From [his] dark retreat among the caverns many a time he had gazed with wonder and admiration at the “seven sisters” as they traversed the windy blue, and [he] yearned to possess them. If he could only swallow them and thus be the eternal possessor of them.

One night he flew and swallowed one of the moons and came down to earth again in fiery haste. Months had passed when the moon he had swallowed melted. He tried to get another. He succeeded but this too melted away. He tried again. He tried six times, and he succeeded six times, but six times also the precious treasure melted away.

Meanwhile Bathala became conscious of the mysterious disappearance of the moons. He tried to find out what had happened to them but failed. One night he was awakened by a deafening sound of drums and the shouts of men and women. He woke up and he saw that the last moon was being swallowed by Bacunawa and the whole earth was in consternation for it was in complete darkness. Hearing the shouts and the noise, Bacunawa left the moon and went back to his cavern in haste.

So [one] moon was left soaring in the skies, and to prevent Bacunawa from swallowing it up Bathala planted a bamboo tree in its midst. And still the bamboo tree can be seen as a dark spot in the face of the moon.

Bacunawa has never given up; at times he tries again to swallow it up. But the people are always on the alert. They shout and make all sorts of noise when he tries to do so, [crying out, “Return our moon!”] and it is supposed that as long as the bamboo tree is not killed, he cannot succeed in his malicious enterprise.

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This myth was featured in Episode 3 of the Home Brew podcast - be on the look out for new ones every other Friday!

#tba #i wish i can borrow time #and bring back everything #and drown in the sea that is my imagination #and this muse #but were growing old #and for time you need money

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bewitchingmemes

touch-starved starters!!

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞
❝ could you play with my hair? ❞
❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞
❝ that feels nice. ❞
❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞
❝ i never want to let go. ❞
❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞
❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞
❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞
❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞
❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞
❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞
❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞
❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞
❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞
❝ you were my first kiss. ❞
❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞
❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞
❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞

#sm;#ill be here all tuesday to kick up the activity uwu

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spiritspodcast

919

“For you […] I am permitted to be a monster.”

— Novica Tadić, from ‘About the Knife’, Dark Things: Poems (trans. Charles Simic)

#tba

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agirlingrey

V A R I O U S . D R A B B L E . A U S .

Send me a number for me to write an AU drabble for our characters. Feel free to add further specifications and details!

01. World War One / 1920s AU.
02. World War Two / 1940s AU.
03. Mythology AU.
04. Zombie Apocalypse AU.
05. Supernatural AU.
06. Victorian AU.
07. Arranged Marriage AU.
08. Harry Potter AU.
09. Tolkien AU.
10. Hunger Games AU.
11. Soulmates AU.
12. Reincarnation AU.
13. University AU.
14. American Horror Story AU.
15. Royalty AU.
16. Penny Dreadful AU.
17. Superhero AU.
18. Disney AU.
19. Horror Film AU.
20. Specify: an AU of your choice !

#tba #lets get the writing started

aidonaea

𝓐 𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓻𝓾𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓯𝓾𝓵

☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯ ABT / PLT / DSC

reblog for an inbox starter / like for a follow

#krp au #krp oc #krp lit #just a simple ad #looking for my old rp partners #and new ones alike #will be selective in a way that i dnt wanna overwhelm myself #im only free on my off days to write uwu

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lhzthepoet

seaymph

“Her ancient, tear-stained beauty,”

— Alexander Blok, tr. by Frances Cornford, from “I Feel Only Russia,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

#( мυcн нαѕ вєєη ѕαι∂;#( ᴠᴇʀsᴇ: Ƈнтнσηιαη Ƭιтαη-Ɠσ∂

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misterharington

aidonaea asked:

Boo

misterharington answered:

origin — @aidonaea [ status : accepting ]

DRABBLE CHECKLIST.

BOO / a spooky moment.

WHY WAS A CREAKING DOOR TERRIFYING? He was a wolf, for God’s sake, if anything the door should’ve been destroyed into smithereens under his fist but no, this was something else. It wasn’t something he knew or recognized, all that could be felt was an immense amount of isolation far from the reaches of any grapple in composure. Power overwhelmed the air drowning his breaths into a halt, gaze flickering rapidly to the woman at his side as this newfound fear of having no control, no physical embodiment to attack — unable to protect her — it all simply built. Whatever happened in this place must have been beyond any definition of terrible, it lay as paste on these graffitied walls and forgotten medical machines now useless scrap metal. DEAD.

THE IMPACT CAME TO AN END QUICKLY. with enough time to get himself back together and her attention, unsure if the look in her eyes was that of terror or complete and utter denial. Either way, it was empty. Gone. The wolf grasps her shoulders, glancing down each eerie corridor that’d fallen victim to shadows, giving a perfect path for the attack of any unearthly thing. Everything had started as an innocent excursion into an abandoned building, sunlight still shimmering slightly through an early evening yet even so, nothing had ever felt more wrong in his life. Despite the windows having broken glass, nothing could be done to escape from them as each one remained barred. For fifteen years no one had claimed the building to have such things waiting in the corners of every room, but a part of him screamed an unwanted reality. Had it been the beast within which awoke this dormant darkness?

KIT GAVE HER NO TIME TO THINK. He pulls on her arm rather roughly as running from corridor to corridor turned into the only option they had. Once he had the outside door in sight, he got his torso ready for the slam he’d be doing into cherry oak; a battle cry roared from the depths of his own hell with his hand on her tight as possible. Shoulder first, power then came from his legs and through the ajar door they sprinted. Pieces of wood flew about as if an explosion had pierced right behind the pair. Kit could hear BONE-CHILLING screams rampant with terror they’d just barely escaped from, losing its prey to a vital cry of survival. When they’d finally stopped running, the wolf turns to her immediately with both hands cupping rounded cheeks, only barely noticing the sun starting to rise from hills graced in wind, confirming that the whispers of night still had no control over them.

#misterharington #your writing is always my fave 💖#( ᴠᴇʀsᴇ: ℓσѕт Ɠσ∂#( тнє мαι∂єη & тнє ωσℓƒ

aidonaea

Anonymous asked:

[ MAMA YUE WAS/IS PHENOMENAL who needs approachable!!

[ i dont think twt is ready for mama ;o; she fits perfectly for tumblr rp I don’t think I can replicate her power on twt lmao. I have the account already I’m just stuck on what personality I wanna go for the new muse so I’ll follow u there! I won’t publish the other Q for your privacy unless u want me to c:

#its not like this acc has active followers #but yea still c:#( ωнιѕρєяѕ ιη тнє ηιgнт;

aidonaea

Anonymous asked:

[ oh goodness you answered i'm so Excited;;; i really don't have the time or energy to do tumblr anymore but i wanted to make him on twitter;;;

[ I feel the same way! I’ve been reading old interactions on here for a month now bcos of how I missed it but I don’t have that much free time anymore :c oh please! Let me know when u do!! The muse I’m making is now more um... approachable and less evil 🌚🌚🌚

#( ωнιѕρєяѕ ιη тнє ηιgнт;

aidonaea

Anonymous asked:

[ Do you happen to be on twitter too? I am coming back to krp slowly after some time but not on tumblr and i really would like to rp with you again, i don't know if you remember me i was drxxjae

[ hi yes i remember you! Mama Yue remembers Jae too! i missed u ;u; I have been debating for the longest time how and when to come back and I think the most suitable with my workload rn is trying krp on twitter! I’m making a new muse though I might put her up next week. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

#im always on mobile so i think twt best fits me #( ωнιѕρєяѕ ιη тнє ηιgнт;

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spiritspodcast

overlyimaginativeterrors

tips for driving down back roads at night

check to make sure all of your headlight bulbs are working before you depart from your starting location. not only are broken headlights against the law, you could potentially be blindly stumbling into some dangerous territory. the more area you can see, the better. the last thing you want is to be stuck on their land.
do not let your eyes linger on the wheat fields. some have reported a sudden drop in temperature in their car. some have spoken of a tugging sensation coming from the fields. some have claimed they saw the devil himself grinning back. you do not want to find out what lurks within the wheat fields.
if you happen to come across a hitchhiker, check for wounds or anything out of the ordinary on their person. if their eyes reflect your headlights, drive faster. do not stop under any circumstances. do not slow down until you are absolutely sure they cannot catch up to you. they are not human.
do not slow down or stop to marvel at the cottage in the forest. do not go inside or get out of your car. you will not return unscathed.
if you see yellow eyes watching you from the corn, continue on. they are just the ravens.
if you see red eyes watching you from the corn, continue on. they are just the crows.
if you see green eyes watching you from the corn, get out of there as fast as you possibly can. they will follow you. they will hunt you down.
objects in your side mirrors indeed seem closer than they look. don’t glance over too often, though. they come nearer with every look.
the creatures in the woods are rumored to attack pickup trucks more often than any other type of automobile. make sure all of your windows are shut and your truck bed is empty and uncovered if you drive one. you wouldn’t want to ferry one of them home without knowing.
do not stare at the empty, broken-down cars on the side of the road. they do not welcome the gazes of strangers. it is best if you only say a quick prayer for them and drive on. you do not want to be next.
the radio may spit out some inaudible blubber occasionally. white noise may come through for a few seconds before reverting back to what you were listening to. just convince yourself you’re driving through a spot with patchy satellite signal. don’t mind what they’re saying through the static. ignorance is bliss.
some travelers claim they often hear shrieking while they are driving. contrary to popular belief, they do not want to hurt you. they are just playing tricks on you. just don’t slow down. just don’t stop.
whatever you do, don’t fall asleep. pull into a rest stop, at least. do not fall asleep on the side of the road. you may not wake up again.
the witching hour does not apply when you’re on the road. they roam after sunset. they are bloodthirsty. stay aware of your surroundings.
that stain on the grass over there was definitely from a deer. don’t think too much about it.
right?
not everything that you can see is real.
not everything that is real you can see.
the devil never sleeps. he is out for blood. he is nothing like anything you’ve ever seen before. you have been warned.

Midwestern screaming out of fear of the unknown

#( ησтнιηg Sωєєтєя тнαη уσυя Ɗєαтн ση му Lιρѕ

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spiritspodcast

factfiend

Fun fact: According to Greek legend there was a famous prostitute who managed to avoid a death sentence by showing the judges her boobs and arguing that it would be a crime against the Gods to destroy something so beautiful.

Before you ask, yes there are paintings of this. And yes, they’re amazing.