#walpurgisnight

[clownally]

on everyones souls we yes WE are all getting solemn lament yi sang ego (im not pulling until tomorrow evening.. project moon please take this offering...)

[dreamerwitches]

Yum

[liberated-lilith]

[whencyclopedia]

The Wheel of the Year is a symbol of the eight Sabbats (religious festivals) of Neo-Paganism and the Wicca movement which includes four solar festivals - Winter Solstice, Spring Equinox, Summer Solstice, Fall Equinox - and four seasonal festivals - celebrating or marking a significant seasonal change. Contrary to modern-day Wiccan claims, there is no evidence of an ancient Wheel of the Year in its present form but it is clear that the Celts of thousands of years ago celebrated the festivals the wheel highlights, even if these celebrations were known by another name now long lost. In the ancient Celtic culture, as in many of the past, time was seen as cyclical. The seasons changed, people died, but nothing was ever finally lost because everything returned again – in one way or another – in a repeating natural cycle. Although time in the modern world is usually regarded as linear, the cyclical nature of life continues to be recognized. The modern-day Wheel of the Year was first suggested by the scholar and mythologist Jacob Grimm (1785-1863) in his 1835 work, Teutonic Mythology, and fixed in its present form in the 1950s and early '60s by the Wicca movement. The wheel includes the following holy days (most dates flexible year-to-year): Samhain (31 October) Yule (20-25 December) Imbolc (1-2 February) Ostara (20-23 March) Beltane (30 April-1 May) Litha (20-22 June) Lughnasadh (1 August) Mabon (20-23 September). These eight festivals are designed to draw one's attention to what one has gained and lost in the cyclical turn of the year. As in the ancient Egyptian civilization (and others), the Celts believed that ingratitude was a 'gateway sin' which then led a person into the darkness of bitterness, pride, resentment, and self-pity. By pausing to reflect upon gratitude for what one had been given in a year, as well as what one had lost but still cherished in memory, one maintained balance.

[heathcliff-fucker]

I'm really upset about the walp reveals (not because of the hat thing) because however much I love Salvador, NO-ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT BURN. GIVE ME OSWALD I WANT TO MAKE THE OTHER TEAM MEMBERS CORRODE AS A MECHANIC

[wells-gold58]

The Gold in the Firelight

Walpurgis Night arrived with smoke in the air and gold in the dark.

By the time Wells reached the celebration grounds, the sky had already gone deep blue, and the first sparks were lifting from the bonfire like tiny stars escaping the earth. Music rolled across the crowd in a heavy pulse: drums, laughter, boots on grass, voices raised together as if the whole night had been waiting for permission to come alive.

Wells looked impossible to miss.

He wore a fitted black-and-gold jacket open over a tight gold shirt, dark jeans hugging his powerful frame, and boots polished enough to catch the firelight. Every time the flames jumped, they painted him in bronze and gold. He knew it, too. The grin on his face said he knew exactly how good he looked standing there.

Kasper spotted him first.

“There he is,” Kasper said, lifting his cup. “Golden boy finally shows up.”

Gabe turned, smiled, and gave Wells a slow once-over. “Worth the wait.”

Wells laughed and stepped between them like he belonged there, one arm brushing Kasper’s shoulder, the other nudging Gabe’s side. Kasper was dressed sharp in black layers with gold accents at the collar and wrists, all quiet confidence and watchful eyes. Gabe dressed similar to Kasper, created that easy warmth that made people lean closer before they realized they were doing it.

Around them, Walpurgis moved in waves. People danced near the fire. Some wore flower crowns. Some carried lanterns. Others stood with drinks in hand, faces glowing orange as they watched the old ritual burn bright in the modern night.

“Feels ancient,” Gabe said, watching the flames.

“Feels like trouble,” Kasper replied.

Wells smirked. “Same thing, bro.”

They laughed, but there was something real beneath it. The night had that strange edge, the kind that made the world feel thinner. Winter was gone. Spring had taken over. The fire was not just decoration; it was a signal. A line crossed. A season changed.

Wells stepped closer to the bonfire, the heat rolling across his chest and face. The gold in his shirt shimmered. His eyes caught the light. For a moment, Kasper and Gabe simply watched him.

“Careful,” Kasper said. “Stand any closer and they’ll think you’re part of the ritual.”

Wells turned back, grinning. “Maybe I am.”

Gabe lifted his cup. “To new seasons, then.”

Kasper raised his. “To bad ideas.”

Wells raised his last. “To gold.”

They drank as the crowd cheered, and the fire cracked high into the night.

Later, when the music got louder and the dancers circled closer to the flames, Wells pulled Gabe in first, then Kasper. Gabe came easily, laughing as Wells spun him once under the lantern light. Kasper resisted for exactly three seconds before giving in, his hand finding Wells’ shoulder, his smile sharp and rare.

The three of them moved together in the firelit crowd, not quite dancing like everyone else, not quite separate from them either. Wells led with cocky ease, Gabe followed with bright warmth, and Kasper kept them grounded, amused despite himself.

Above them, sparks climbed into the dark.

Below them, the earth felt awake.

And between them, something golden passed silently from body to body: heat, loyalty, hunger, brotherhood, the kind of promise nobody needed to say out loud.

When the bonfire began to settle into glowing embers, Gabe leaned against Wells’s side and murmured, “So what happens after Walpurgis?”

Wells looked at Kasper, then back at Gabe.

Kasper’s mouth curved. “May Day.”

Wells laughed softly, firelight shining across his jaw.

“Then I guess,” he said, “we keep celebrating until morning.”

Step through the Walpurgis fire and wake beneath the May Day gold. The Army is calling. Contact: @alton-gold77, @polo-drone-125

Featuring: @pdu-090, @polo-drone-075

[rainfallontheground]

WAIT WAIT WAIT WHAAATTTTT

WE GET DAWN AND YI SANG GETS HIS FUNERAL EGO?????

NO NO NO NO NO

I DON'T HAVE LUNACY

KIM JI-HOON WHYYYYYYYYY

AHHHHHHHHH

SALVADOR GREG, YUNA FAUST, AND SOLEMN LAMENT EGO YI SANG?????

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

I SHOULDN'T HAVE GAMBLEDDDDDD

WHY AM I SUCH A GAMBLING MANNNN

[limbus-milkbowl]

Queen of Hatred! Everyone's most hated favorite!

The Queen of Hatred has been placed into the milk bowl!! Will she stay?!

yeees

she's here to deliver justice, yes

no!!! release her!!

DUNK!! (-60 SP, instant corrosion)

join her!!

ARCANA SLAVE!!! *mod takes 600 hp damage, magical girl retreats from bowl*

Voting ended onAug 11, 2025