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by nicoles_moments

A Cloud and Landscape Study by Moonlight by Johan Christian Dahl

Art: Brünnhilde, LXV, Sir Christopher Le Brun PPRA (b. 1951)

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We know that it is the people who do not know enough about their own shadow and their own dark side who are most likely to fall victims to evil influences. If one knows the evil possibilities within oneself, then one develops a kind of second sight or capacity for getting a whiff of the same thing in other people. A jealous woman who has realized her own jealousy will always recognize jealousy in the eyes of another woman. The only way, therefore, not to walk through the world like an innocent well-brought-up fool, protected by father and mother from the evils of this world, and therefore cheated and lied to and stolen from at every corner, is to go down into the depths of one's own evil, which enables one usually to develop the instinctual recognition of corresponding elements in other people. Marie-Louise Von Franz, Individuation in Fairy Tales {Centre of Applied Jungian Studies}

“The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall. It is like a prayer to what is empty. And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers: “I am not empty, I am open.””

— Tomas Tranströmer, from “Vermeer,” in The Winged Energy of Desire (trans. by Robert Bly, 2004).

selcha ☽ uni (@selchauni)

Gullveig's Return

"Burned, broken, but never lost. She speaks in embers and sees what the gods fear."

They called her Heiðr, the Shining One, yet her fate was forged in fire. Three times she burned, and three times she rose—each time stronger, her veins filled not with blood, but with the molten whispers of Seiðr magic. Now, clad in blackened ceremonial armor, adorned with golden runes, and flanked by two crows, she walks the line between prophecy and defiance.

She is Gullveig reborn, a forgotten Vanir sorceress who sees the unraveling threads of fate, knowing that the gods themselves fear what she might reveal.

She carries the Scroll of Ash, an artifact that holds the rewritten history of those who tried to silence her. The words on its pages shift and burn, revealing truths only to those who dare to seek them.

In the fields of battle and the halls of kings, her name is whispered in awe and fear.

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I have a so far 20 chapter original content book in my google drive

It’s about magick in the Viking age. It’s low/mid fantasy, involving many references to actual myth, legends and stories from the sagas and eddas of the Viking age. The gods (not marvel but OG Norse gods) occasionally join the story in Midgard.

It also has a Manacled-style enemies to lovers (or maybe lovers to enemies), slow burn and with a hopefully unforeseeable, gut wrenching twist. Definitely dark at times. Not smut and no non-con tho.

I’m plucking a flower. Do I post it, do I not, do I post it, do I not. I think I’m gonna post it.

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Briscoe Park

Moss and mushrooms

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annie steg gerard

Zach Nichols 

December Evening 1972  // Tomas Transtromer

Here I come, the invisible man, perhaps employed by a Great Memory to live right now. And I’m driving past the locked-up white church – a wooden saint is standing in there smiling, helpless. As if they had taken away his glasses. He is alone. Everything else is now, now, now. The law of gravity pressing us against our work by day and against our beds by night. The war.

(translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton)

emerald moth

Annie Stegg Gerard (@anniestegg)

In the Woods Somewhere | Instagram | Prints

by Rebecca Moss

(by Andrei R. Popescu)

📷: Megan O’Rourkee

Mountain laurels in bloom, West Virginia USA [OC] [2025x1350] by: JonathanJessup

Hell from an illustration taken from “The City of God” medieval origin.

The Scottish Highlands, 1875 by Gustave Doré (French, 1832–1883)

welcoming greens

Hairy

The land knows you, even when you are lost.

Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

Murstensdalen nature reserve in Västmanland, Sweden (November 6, 2020).

Sonning, Reading, England by Martin Pinker