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@ mamaterasu‌.

she blooms upon the seventh hour of the seventh night, heralded by ghost - lights drifting along somber shorelines. the moon has never been so full. full from her desires, her wayward wishes hung upon a string wrapped around a humble tree branch. wind - chimes sing softly, the sparrows echo out from the deep, deep darkness which overflows behind their heads. they too starve for freedom  —  for their wings to truly unravel. 

a garden of bones & teeth. a shrine full of dreams & broken wrists. 

desires can be fleeting at best. forever transient, forever obscure ; permeating lavender swathed in swollen silk (  the frost here thaws, it dreams of another lilac morn ). she does not know what it is to fly though she would love to learn. perhaps her flight differs, her wings are unseen. the way her furs sway like curled clouds & how her voice sat aloft the air. amaterasu -  ōmikami nods, letting the sadness leave her chest. 

❛ you will.  ❜ 

—— and she still dances. upon a ring of mountain blossoms, she craves her freedom - fleeting, yet it is desirable as the last song left upon a stormy wind.   the bones of what her life was  meant to be ; what she was meant to discern ... this is what it meant to be in servitude to destiny ; what it meant to truly be submissive to a gilded cage.

her bones ache, but her will is strong.  an indifferent smile graces the air between them and casts her regrets unto the wind. (  for anger lasts only a moment, but the gods’ favor lasts a lifetime —— weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning. )

“ forgive me for the sudden flood of unease.  might i ask — how did you come to be here?  did you hear of our stories?  what happened? “

[wildfolkprints]

[detailedart]

Details: Landscape with Tourists at Loch Katrine, 1815, by John Knox.

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@ wynterkiss‌:

      time and movement drew up short,  a breath of wintry aspiration,  frozen like ice in permafrost.   the poetry of her presence seeps into the air where the attendant answers her sentry’s call.  ‘twas as if they stood in a formless dream,  reprieved of all simple things yet coddled to the bone with gentle boughs.  beyond these woodland realms lay lonely courts once filled with broken gods.  their ghosts linger still,  phantom - eyed and humble.  

         ❛  it need not be a burden borne alone. ❜  her voice is soft.  sonorous and unyielding.  when her word is spoken it is heard unto the weeping branches,  whispered atop pools of water.  ❛  his hands shall linger still,  but it is the lady’s touch that shall ease his sorrow. ❜

          christened , softened light ; it brew here , where temporal stasis wafted through wind between the trees and ghosts of somber  octobers  came and went.  no more were the fires of niflheim , no longer were children suffering.  yet the nightmares persisted ; and even in waking moments was she ever so attentive —— the leaves were the ears of the enemy.  but would they know the secrets of her heart so fondly? 

          ❛  —— how faraway the song ...  ❜  the song of steel clashing ,  the song of piercing bullets.  perhaps the gods were happy for this.  ❛  I can feel him waning. he needs more.  he needs us. ❜  

[arsantiquis]

Clouds by Ambera Wellmann, part I (x)

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"--your brother cares, ya know?"

         ❛  i oft wonder of his methods —  &  what we could make of them.  the gods are not wont to trifle in the matters of men. ❜  in happier days, protection  meant dissociation — equivocal otherwise , however.  lunafreya is perfectly aware that their situations have  not improved , yet somehow , there is a comfort in knowing that his capacity to care has not been forlorn.          ❛ my apologies , lady aranea — I tend to drift in my own unsettling thoughts.  my brother takes a part of my heart  &  therefore , I feel much for him , though we are like   fire  &  water.  ❜

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@wynterkiss  

     lunar mirth glowed beneath flaxen tress ; dearly , fondly remembered  &  yet , slowly drained.  ( they would never know her pain. )  to be so promised a joyous day  &  yet denied visions of her affection — she missed him so.  her companion would understand.  her songs would be lost within waves of green ; she has often dreamed of her homeland in ruins , wrought by fire  &  daemons.  her prayers have saved her more than once , but she is aware that it may not be for long.  (  ❝ thou shalt not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day ... ❞ )

     ❛  he holds the fate of all in his hands.  ❜  &  his hands are warm , his hands are worn with tenderness  &  mercy.  she yearns for his company ,  &  the understanding that they will find peace.  ❛  will he find us again ? ❜

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☽ HEADCANON.   oracles are oft taught how to sing  —  their praises a secondary form of calling the attention of gods and seeking the truth.   it is part of their ritual , part of their status and more often than not they are  encouraged  to do this as an opener to remind all who listen of their importance.   lunafreya  was taught how to sing at the age of five , and since then , though not operatic at its absolute , she has understood that her voice is at  least  enough to aid her with her personal mission and ／ or virtue.   books have aided her to at least polish this capability , her voice airy and drifting along uncertain zephyrs. through alpine or the warmest winds her voice cuts through and  by this notion , she has been dubbed  ❛ god - caller ❜ , by even those beyond saving whom call to her in the deepest of nights  ❪  they are gone , they are asleep.  ❫  especially after her persuasion of  the hydraean  — leviathan , serpent of the deep.  ❪  nightingale , nightingale  — whom do you seek for in your loneliness?  ❫

[trulyvincent]

Study of Delphiniums Caroline Emily Gray Hill - Date unknown

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ooc ; blog auto - playlist updated.

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yunafied:

ngl i yelled when i saw you follow me i'm so GLA

glad sdfghjk

ooc ; how do I even tumblr  anymore, quite honestly ; you’re still so precious like I last remember. thank you so much, I hope to be here more often than I used to be. ♥

[detailedart]

Van Gogh, Monet (*not Money, thank you), Waugh, Degas; pastel touch.

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final fantasy xv aesthetic: lunafreya nox fleuret

for @gaainsborough cause nat’s cute!

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[thestupidlittledreamer]

☾  Moonfall  ☽

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TROY: A FANMIX… “everything is more beautiful / because we’re doomed. / you will never be lovelier than you are now. / we will never be here again.”

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{listen}

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☽ HEADCANON.  LUNAFREYA   the martyr ; neither glorified for her faults nor possible iniquity,  or her what she lacks in  pride  to boast of her gentleness.  LUNAFREYA  the lackluster redeemer ; yet of steeled veneer and grace unending — pacified relief hidden in tides of speech  &  repose.  my inspiration for her stems from CATHOLICISM ;  JEANNE D’ARC and SAINT TERESA OF AVILA  mainly — other queens and princesses included ❪ BOUDICCA OF THE ICENI ; CHIOMARA THE GALATIAN ; ZHAO OF PINGYANG ;  CHELIDONIS & ARCHIDAMIA. ❫ yet a silent revolutionary, devout and true. i see no reason to betray the ideology of her as a strong-willed individual, though my portrayal for her may be slightly different or chinned-up than most.  I enjoy the challenge of personification — religion, the bible, esotericism, history, poetry.