The bang from fireworks, glass shattering, thunder, car engine revving, a gong, a war cry, the sound of marching, metallic sounds, a gasp.
Someone stepping thru grass or thru the forest, faint singing, sound of a cow bell, dishware and silverware hitting each other, sound of sorting or messing with coins, humming, tying of rope.
The sound of the wind blowing high in the trees, laughter, flap of a wing or tweet of a bird, electricity buzzing, computer or phone notification, wind whistling thru an object, creaky swings, a flute.
Rain, ocean waves, cooking timer winding, crickets, howling at the moon, frogs chirping and croaking, baby laugh, whistling of a kettle, loons, water calmly hitting the side of a boat, seagulls cry, someone getting settled under the covers.
Roaring fire and/or crackling fire, cicadas in the summertime, shifting sands, clicking from high heels or dance shoes, sounds of a crowded place, cat purr, wine/champagne cork being popped open, heartbeat.
The buzzing of bees, turning of a page, sip of tea, crunching of leaves, typing, clicking of a pen, brushing their teeth, dishwasher or laundry machine running, a writing utensil scratching on a piece of paper, woodpecker.
Love dove coos, pizzicato, sound of a kiss, a whisper, a music box tune, opening of a letter, pop of opening lipstick or chapstick, tiptoeing, fluffing of a pillow, rosining a bow.
Boiling water, clothes ripping, the sound of locking or unlocking something, heavy breathing, creaking of a door, splashing, roaring from a waterfall or rapids, coffee grinder or maker, “shh”, silence.
A match lighting, chanting, bells ringing, galloping, fizzling of a sparkler, popping or crackling of a candle, bouncing of a ball, someone steadily running, flags flapping in the wind, a jet engine about to take off, sound of swooshing as something just misses your head, a train horn off in the distance.
Various sounds from cobblestone, treading through the snow, opening of a briefcase, paper shredder, rocks crumbling or falling, picking fruit or leaf off a plant, ATM dispensing money, tick of a clock, echoes.
The sound of breathing when underwater, Tibetan bowl, drums, white noise, someone taking in a deep breath, chimes, something being fast-forwarded or rewind, static, needle on vinyl.
Running water like a creek, river, shower, waterfall, or fountain, light snoring or heavy sleep breathing, popping of popcorn, bubbling of a fish tank, zipping of a sleeping bag, fog horn, piano keys.
The first time Rose did it, it was out of ignorance.
The second was desperation.
The third time she did not do it. If she had, it would have
been purely malicious.
She resisted it the fourth time too, and the fifth, the sixth and the
The eighth time she never got the choice: she died first.
The first, though—the first was Adam. An eager and honest
bucktooth man with blond hair in ringlets that reminded Rose just a bit of her
own. Adam was the first human Rose fell in love with, and it was different. It
wasn’t her normal human love, that soft and gentle maternal kind. This love was
bubbly and effervescent. It was walks alone just the two of them that felt
giddy and new and anxious eager jolts in her mind of touching his skin and
investigating his lips and getting close, close like humans do, in a way that
And 58 was far too young an age, Rose thought, for Adam to
fade. He burst out in sores that corrupted his human form and could not heal,
would not heal, and no human could save him. So Rose did. Adam died, and Rose
shed just enough tears to bring him back into existence.
Things didn’t change all at once. For years nothing was
different than the novelty of Adam’s ringleted hair truly matching Rose’s. But
humans experience the passing of decades different from Gems. Adam grew solemn
when all his friends died. He made new ones. Then 50 years later, they all died
Adam’s body remained healthy. But it seemed the human mind wasn’t
equipped for centuries of life. Maybe humans had a finite amount of love
packaged into them, meant to well up from the soul for 70 or 80 years at most.
Adam ran out of love. He packed his things, just a single bag on his shoulder,
and he told Rose he would leave forever.
Rose let him go, but her heart still broke, because Gems
work on a much larger time scale.
Samuel was the next man in her life, a mere 30 years later,
and he was spry, bubbly, energetic, overflowing with a sort of giddy love that
Rose felt would last and last. She swept him up in her arms and spun with him
on the briny beach front, her bare feet molding in the sand as they swirled and
danced, day after day, year after year. She and Samuel married, as was a custom
among Samuel’s kind, and he gathered a batch of humans larger than Rose had
seen since the victory against Homeworld.
Samuel turned 75 faster than Rose could measure. He was gray
and worn, thin and knotted at the joints, senile and immobile when Rose still
wanted to dance with him on the beach. He did not wake up one morning, and it
was too soon for Rose. She wept, honest heavy wet tears that poured the life
back into a husk that dried too soon.
Samuel lasted another 75 years after that. But he burned
down, slower than Adam but still the same. His human light died. He wept too
hard for his family and friends, for the children of his first marriage and his
children’s children, and their children… He grew solemn, and cold, and
inconsolable, and one day he told Rose he wanted to explore the ocean with his
infinite age. Alone. Without her. His human love had burnt itself to the wick.
The heartache hit worse. Rose gave her hand and heart and
time to no other man for decades. Not the curious sailors who came hat-in-hand
to the Temple. Not the outcast townsfolk who came to investigate the myths of
the magical women out by the briny shore. She waited, and waited, until that
ache in her chest grew too heavy, and she let a young and spindly man named
Wilson woo her. He took her out to sea on a rickety hand-crafted boat, and he
pointed out the wonders of the vast sea to her, and Rose wondered silently if
ever they might cross Samuel’s path.
Wilson grew old when Rose was not paying attention. She went
to visit him one day, and found only a sickly man curled up in bed, breathing
in wheezes, blinking through milky eyes. Garnet found her that evening, Garnet
with the ability to see the paths laid out ahead of her. She warned Rose not to
follow through this time, and Rose did not. And Wilson died.
Mark with the thick orange brows was slowly whittled down to
thin scraggly gray hairs, like fuzzy caterpillars resting on his lip and brow
the day he died. Seth had only hit 30 when his carriage was lost off the side
of the road in a blizzard, his body found days after. Wallace made it to 76.
Jeremy to 64…
When she met Greg, Rose reached a selfish conclusion. She
would be the human this time. She would be the human wife that Adam, Samuel,
Wilson, Seth, Mark, Wallace, Jeremy never had…she would be the one to give him
And she would die first this time.
The other men had seemed so peaceful when they passed, Rose
thought in hindsight. A life well-lived. A life fulfilled. Not like Adam, not
like Samuel, whittled down to husks and then nothing but a puppet on strings,
in a body strewn about, too spent and stressed for a human. She wanted to know
that peace of a life lived to its end. She wanted to pass on her chance of
experiencing the world to a new human, a new generation, like all humans were
so happy to do.
Rose died first. Steven lived on.
Lars has not visited Beach City in centuries. Pearl, Garnet,
and Amethyst still live there, he knows that, but he never knew them well. He
never properly met the green and blue ones either.
He travels sometimes. Mostly he lingers. Wherever he ends
up. It’s all a blur. Where he’s been and where he’s going. Just not Beach City.
He’s visited those old homes too many times, and he saw them all demolished
over time. Nothing’s left for him there.
Lars does not quite know where he is. He does not
particularly care. It’s indoors, and dim, and a man is logging orders on a
holographic tablet one table over. It’s a restaurant of sorts. Lars doesn’t
need to eat, but if he orders a coffee, they will probably let him linger
Lars stares out the window. He does that often. He’s run out
of other things to do over the years. He’s gotten numb to most of it.
A shadow of a man slides into the booth with Lars. He takes
the space on the opposite side of the table. He’s wearing a rain poncho, a thin
and ultra-light orange material for maximum hydrophobic effect. He looks old,
eyes lined with wrinkles beneath the hood. Lars swallows the urge to ask him
what he wants as the man lowers the hood.
His hair cascades in ringlets, each the same pale and
luminous pink as the hair on Lars’ head.
He sticks a hand out, and offers a thin smile that doesn’t
quite touch his eyes.
“I’m Adam. I noticed your hair from the other side of the
bar. Sorry to intrude, but could we talk a moment…?”
The Groke first appears in Finn Family Moomintroll, as the horrible creature who chases Thingumy and Bob. Her name is also something akin to a curse among all other characters, as they often use it to frighten small children or express how angry they are. At the same time, Moominmamma tells us how it’s not appropriate to talk about The Groke; not about her or to her. If you talk about her, she will get bigger and come after you. It’s best to talk around the subject and ignore her. In a manner The Groke is similiar to Hattifatteners; outsiders who are both strange and threathening. These creatures live in the margins of the proper life and just thinking about them can lead you down the wrong path. Characters like these must have been exciting for Tove to create; she loved all things scary and unknown ever since she was a little girl.
The Groke’s role adjusted as the stories and style changed in the books. First Moomin books are honest children’s stories. Text is more straightforward, action is clear and threaths come from outside. Everything ends happily. Starting from Moominland Midwinter the books take a turn towards more mature story telling and become more targeted towards older audiences (but still keep the child-friendly touch!). In the first books the Groke is one of these outside threaths that must be overcome. She is a monster that comes to the valley, demanding Thingumy and Bob to return her jewel. The Groke can also be seen to represent the law, as she is trying to take away the forbidden love (jewel) from Thingumy and Bob (Tove and Viveca). The Swedish name of The Groke (Mårran) was actually a word Tove and Viveca used to describe hatred towards homosexuality.
In ”Moominland Midwinter” and especially in ”Moominpappa at sea”, The Groke has evolved into a more complex character. She can be seen as the very symbol of loneliness. She is forever cold and always follows the light. The cruelty of her yearning is that whenever she approaches a lantern or a candle she just makes it go out. Moomin event hinks that entire winter must belong to the Groke! Like Moominmamma tells us, The Groke has not truly done anything mean. She is just so cold that it’s impossible to be with her. She also hints that maybe the reason The Groke is like that is because nobody has ever cared about her.
The Groke is a difficult character to determine and even Tove Jansson herself declined to explain her. Many people who have analyzed Moomin books have still been able to see a connection between The Groke and depression. Depression was a familiar guest in the Jansson family and Tove struggled with it her entire life. It’s a topic that is always hidden and much like The Groke, it freezes the warmth. This is most evident in ”Moominpappa and the sea”. Tove wrote the book after her father had passed away. The Groke follows the Moomin family and haunts Moomintroll through the whole book, where her role can be seen to represent the sadness and depression Tove experienced when she lost her father. In the end, the only way to cure The Groke of her coldness is to embrace her. Moomintroll comes to meet her at the beach; this act or caring makes The Groke dance and sing.
After The Groke leaves, Moomintroll touched the sand and realized it’s warm. Tove said that she ”warmed the Groke” in the book.
As a cute sidenote: many readers often wished that Tove would give The Groke a friend. Tove declined because a warm Groke served no literally purpose. But in an answer to one letter she did envision a family for the Groke. She told that there is a herr-mårra (Mr Groke) and when the two Grokes meet, they will become warm. Afterwards they have small groke-children, morits (moriter). These children are warm.
Youngjae: brings coco with, inflates a kiddie pool so
she can play, spends most of the time running to the ocean for sea water. Drops half his ice cream cone in the sand and begs Jaebum to buy
him a new one
Jinyoung: wore a giant hat & long sleeved shirt. Kicked off
his sandals and says he’s feeling crazy. SPF 80, even though he spends 5
minutes lecturing GOT7 on how anything above SPF 45 is a rip off. Reads a book
with his headphones in and ignores the world
Jaebum: spends the first hour trying to play sports, gives
up when he realizes Mark and Jackson are taking things seriously. Spends the
rest of the day sitting next to Jinyoung with a towel draped over his head, yelling every now and then at Bambam to put the glass down
Mark: plays every beach game Jackson brought. Has a large
band of followers but is too IN IT TO WIN IT to care. Turns out he can surf,
even though he’s never done it before? Punches a shark on the nose but tells no one
Yugyeom: the only one able to open up the beach umbrella.
Keeps being flirted with by girl lifeguards but has no idea what’s happening. Saves
Bambam from drowning in the ocean, forgets to reapply sunscreen and burns like
Bambam: wears sunglasses that are a cool color but offer
zero protection against the actual sun. brings speakers, starts a dance circle in the
sand with strangers. Has a pile of seashells on his towel, one of them
turns out to be a crab
Jackson: brought a volleyball, boogie board, kite, two
beach balls and one extra-large towel with tropical fish on it. Runs across the
sand yelling about how hot it is. Runs into the waves yelling how cold they
are. Runs into Jaebum and tackles him to the ground
Aries: A crew of pirates that hail from a port city overrun with corruption. Their acts of disobedience put the crew at risk of being silenced forever so they escaped to the sea to develop their plan. They deliver supplies to residents of the city in the form of food and basic necessities as well as weapons for the brewing rebellion. The crew is on the run from corrupt officials but viewed as protectors by civilians.
Taurus: No other crew has been at sea as long as this one. This pirate crew is composed of several families that have sailed the same huge ship for countless decades. Their extensive knowledge of the sea is made clear by all the riches they have acquired and the jewels that dangle from their bodies. Other crews regard them with deep respect, making them pseudo-royalty in the seafaring world.
Gemini: A playful crew of master tricksters, sailing the world on a ship unlike any other–the crew constructed and repaired it as they traveled, which resulted in a ship with parts from all around the globe. The eclectic ship suits the crew well because each member joined the crew at a different location, creating a very diverse group. Days on the ship are filled with discussions, pranks, and learning about each member’s past life on land.
Cancer: The youngest known pirate crew. However, what they lack in years they make up for in courage and compassion. This ocean-eyed bunch boarded their ship and sailed away from a tragic past in a destroyed city. The crew protects each other from the dangers of the sea and takes in any lost children they encounter. Often underestimated for their youth and kindness, the crew surprises other pirates by coming to the rescue when another crew is in need.
Leo: These pirates sail in a ship plated with gold, crowned with ruby red sails and led by a beautifully carved marble lion figurehead. On board, the crew enjoys all the riches of the world, from diamond rings to emerald-crusted goblets. Exotic animals roam the deck, tigers and leopards dozing in the open sun and lionesses standing regally at the side of each crew member. It is considered an honor for your city to be visited by these pirates.
Virgo: Pirates that keep their ship docked in rocky caves with crystal-covered walls carved out of cliffs by ocean waves. These secret caves are also home to the crew’s legacy: tunnels leading to rooms filled with books written by crew members long passed, tables littered with hand drawn maps, and unique inventions and creations from all over the world. These pirates are known as the first to map the Seven Seas.
Libra: Pirates who drifted away from civilization and became overcome by the beauty of the world. The crew can be found on islands with their immaculate ship anchored nearby, dancing in ankle deep water on white sand beaches to music made with their own handmade instruments. Seashells and pearls are tangled in their hair and they sip a beverage similar to wine.
Scorpio: This pirate crew is known by most people as half reality and half folk lore because they are rarely sighted and never communicate with people outside the crew. The dark sails of their ship loom on the horizon every full moon for only a few moments before they seem to disappear without a trace. People speak of their wild eyes and jewelry made of shimmering fish scales, crystals, and dark gemstones.
Sagittarius: A ragtag band of rogues and outlaws, banished from their homeland for refusing to support a tyrannical ruler. They have been given a bad name by authorities but this reputation could not be further from the truth. This crew remains deeply loyal to each other as they travel the sea and find themselves in risky situations. While battling sea monsters and saving stranded refugees, they risk their lives for each other and constantly display their “all for one and one for all” philosophy.
Capricorn: This pirate crew has roamed farther than any other, reaching the Arctic Circle. They’ve adapted to the freezing climate, living in solitude for most of the year and migrating back to the mainland along the equator only when they need supplies. They are industrious inventors and skilled hunters, but record all their secrets in a coded language that only crew members can decipher.
Aquarius: This pirate crew is known for the strange events that seem to follow them wherever they go–hurricanes suddenly calming when their ship approaches, worldly objects disappearing from their homes and reappearing on board the ship, and the strange way the crew abandons the ship for the sea every night, trading their legs for scaly fish tails in the light of the moon… The crew itself is few in number and each member is of the same rank.
Pisces: A pirate crew that drifts from coast to coast in a ship that reflects the sun in a way that makes it appear to be made of silver. The sails seem to be the color of the ocean itself. These pirates let the stars guide them across the sea, stopping in port cities periodically to trade handmade tapestries for supplies. Their arrival is met with anticipation because most people believe the crew has been gifted with the otherworldly power of clairvoyance.
Requested by @thornnb! Thanks for the fun idea and being patient with me and my slow getting things done life style.
Your first day with Harry was very simple. He didn’t plan anything extravagant, against the rules maybe, but not over the top. The two of you snuck out to the quidditch pitch and flew around, which was perfect in your opinion. You had so much fun flying around and laughing together. Harry almost fell off his broom at one point because you looked so beautiful flying past the bright moon. The thought of the night brought a smile to your face, even during the detention you got for being out of bed past hours.
You and Ron shared a love of food. So for your first date he decided to make you a homemade dinner at the burrow over winter holiday. His dad even picked up some muggle cooking appliances for him to try, including a pressure cooker. When you arrived Ron, who was quite pleased with himself, brought you into the kitchen to see his work. As the two of you approached the kitchen, the pressure cooker exploded sending food everywhere. You jumped into his arms and laughed. You ended up getting pizza. The two of you still laugh about it.
Fred wanted to do something you wanted to do. Thinking about how you loved dancing he brought you to a swing event in a nearby village. You were obviously good, but Fred picked it up so quick you would have thought he’d been dancing for years. You were both so nervous for the date, wanting it to go well. He convinced you to jump into a dance circle, but the nerves of the first date wee getting to both of you and when Fred swung you out you fell flat on you back. To make you feel better Fred immediately pretended to fall over too. Everyone loved the two of you. You went back together every week. It was a perfect date.
George reserved a table for the two of you at the nicest place he knew. He wore a suit, which you didn’t knew he even owned, and your wore a nice dress. It all felt a little forced and you knew he felt the same way. So when your chicken masala and pasta arrived you did the first thing that came to mind to lighten the mood. You made a mustache with your pasta. George started cracking up and everything felt so much better. He joined you, playing with his food too. The waitress was clearly judging you, but neither of you cared.
Your first date with Neville was as humble as the boy himself. It was just the two of you wandering around the castle and talking. You talked about everything, you childhoods, likes, dislikes, embarrassing stories, and secrets. As the two of you wandered up some stairs, Neville grabbed your had and you blushed. You reached the top of the tower and the view of the grounds was beautiful. When you got chilly, Neville gave you his jacket. You are still going strong and you still have his jacket.
Cedric set up a picnic for the two of you on the shores of the black lake. It was complete with red candles and all your favorite foods and desserts. Apparently the house elves really wanted the night to go well for Hufflepuff’s golden boy. And it did. Cedric was sweet and charming and the evening was perfect. Then after dinner the two of you stripped down and went for a swim and splashed around together. The moon light shown off the water was absolutely beautiful, but neither of you noticed as you were so wrapped up in each other.
Your first date with Cedric was pretty short. The two of you grabbed some food from the great hall and then decided to walk down to the black lake. You talked and teased one another, it felt so natural. No awkward first date feeling. You made an admittedly terrible sand castle, but it was still fun because you did it without magic. You joked that hopefully your relationship didn’t end up as big of a mess as your sand castle.he grabbed your hand and told you that it was a beautiful castle because you made it together.
You and Draco snuck out after hours and met in the Hogwarts gardens. Draco brought an emerald green blanket and the two of you laid on it and looked at the stars. It was the clearest you have ever seen the sky in your life. Draco showed you the star he was named after, smiling cheekily at you as he claimed the star was actually named after him not the other way around. He looked at you like you were the beautiful one but looking at him, cheeky grin fag in his mouth, you knew it was him. So you took the cig out of his mouth and kissed him.
Brown girls on white sands; desert dancing, soul cleansing, synchronized swimming, carpooling, piano playing, nature walking, color coordinating, sanging, zooming, laughing, crying, LOVING and most importantly celebrating the beautiful soul that is @saintrecords Earth Day. We love you Solo. Welcome to 30 #thephotoembargoisover
Record every part of your spell. If a mistake is made, helpers will need detailed information to assist you.
edit: Remember to protect yourself with amulets, circles, by being in a warded space, etc., during creation and casting of spells if possible.
1. State your goal. “I wish to make a protective ward in my home.”
2. Consider what powers will help you with this goal.
What are you defending against or battling against? What stands in your way? What powers beat your opponent in a game of rock-paper-scissors?
What powers do you know? Which are your friends? Which can you quickly, safely, and intimately work with? The more powers you know, the better mage you become :)
3. Consider the physical form of the spell, which is tied to how the spell spiritually manifests.
Spiritual manifestation: Radiation outwards permanently. Physical form: Jar spell, container spell, jewelry, permanent spell you store somewhere so the energies radiate outwards.
Spiritual manifestation: Radiate outwards to immediate take action; temporary. Physical form: Immediate power boost which sends off energy, such as candle, incense, steam, running faucet, shaking jar full of sand. Anything involving fire, wind, rushing water, earthquake…. rapid movement!!
Spiritual manifestation: Spiritual connection or bond to a target. Physical form: Image of the target that can be manipulated (moved around, have things added or removed, etc).
Spiritual manifestation: Breaking energies. Physical form: See “radiate outwards to take immediate action.”
Spiritual manifestation: Temporary wards. Physical form: See “Radiate outwards to take immediate action.”
4. Assemble the physical spell.
Place blessed ingredients in jars and containers.
Rub oils and herbs on candles.
Channel energies in to objects and seal them with permanence.
Add symbolic elements like feathers, bottles of soil, jarlets of water, etc.
Add images and drawings, including seals that represent powers.
Include poems which evoke the powers you need for your spell.
5. Empower the physical portion of the spell, which empowers the spiritual and magical portion of the spell. The way you choose to empower the spell affects how the spell manifests.
edit: For example, shaking a jar of earth may add slow, steady, building earth energy to your spell. Are you sure you would not prefer rapid fire? I find dancing, singing, and chanting can be easily customized to give exactly the type of energy you want to give. It may be more tiring than using elemental energy, however.
Slow charge for steady burn over many days: Charge in sunlight or moonlight over day/night cycle. Or, bury in earth for 24 to 72 hours. Activate/empower with extra boost if desired using the “fast burn for quick activation” techniques.
Fast burn for quick activation: Anything where fuel is rapidly burned in ANY fashion. This includes petroleum gas, candles, and the electricity it takes to run the water tap. Especially includes your personal physical, emotional, and mental energy burned to empower this spell. Specific examples: burning candles, lighting incense, shaking a jar of sand, dancing around, singing, repeating magical chants, putting the spell under running water, drumming, playing a passionate song, doing jumping jacks.
6. Activate your spell!
“Activate” your spell in whatever form makes sense. You may have noticed your spell was activated some point along its creation process and does not need to be properly activated. In other cases, activate the spell and allow it to come to completion.
In any case, in my path it is proper to announce your spell and properly send it off. Clearly state the intent of your prepared and empowered spell: “This spell is to get me more money by the next full moon.” Then, activate it:
Light the candle.
Put on the jewelry.
Put the jar in the closet.
Instruct the poppet.
Bury the toilet paper roll stuffed with herbs.
Honor the activation and make it a “real”, permanent spell by finishing it:
Say “so mote it be.”
Say “so may it be.”
Say, “it is done.”
Clap your hands.
Snap your fingers.
Do a unique hand sigil.
7. In the case of a permanent spell, do not forget to cleanse it using normal methods :) if casting a spell leaves you tired, cleanse, snack, and take a nap.
Aries: The bang from fireworks, glass shattering, thunder, car engine revving, a gong, a war cry, the sound of marching, metallic sounds, a gasp.
Taurus: Someone stepping thru grass or thru the forest, faint singing, sound of a cow bell, dishware and silverware hitting each other, sound of sorting or messing with coins, humming, tying of rope.
Gemini: The sound of the wind blowing high in the trees, laughter, flap of a wing or tweet of a bird, electricity buzzing, computer or phone notification, wind whistling thru an object, creaky swings, a flute.