@modernmythsnet | event sixteen | black history month | metaphysical
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the daughter of mawu and the first woman. she is the goddess of fate of the fon or dahomey people, and she watches the world from a palm tree in the sky, saddened by the fighting among her mother's mortal children.
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laurelin (n): the Golden Tree of Aman. Had gold-trimmed leaves and was created on the hill of Ezellohar where she shed their light on the realm of the Valar in the long years
Merry Christmas, @laurelins! I was your Tolkien Secret Santa this year, and here is a little gift for you. It wasnât difficult to notice that you liked mythology, and this gave me an idea â I hope you like it. Otherwise, I hope you have a wonderful, warm, happy time this Christmas!
@officialtolkiensecretsanta, thanks to all mods for making this possible, and Merry Christmas to you as well!
There is a story of old, a story told by the Secondborn â have you heard it, MakalaurĂ« FeĂ€nĂĄrion?
A story of a musician whose song and play enchanted all that lived, whose voice could move the very stones of the earth to tears. A story of an artist known above all for his gift â and for his loss, for both were great. One accompanied him from the start, the other haunted his footsteps and reached him with time. One brought him the love of many, the other tore his love away from him, once and again. One entwined with the other when he was granted a chance to save that which was most precious to him, and lost it again by his own doing.
A story of one who looked back.
Are you Orpheus, Makalaurë FeÀnårion?
They say Orpheus lived in close proximity with the gods, and the gods looked upon him with favour. They say he sailed with heroes to win an exceptional treasure, and the beauty of his song drowned out the enchanting dangers they faced⊠but you were not singing when the swanships rode across the waves, were you? Would your song have soothed the wrath of the Lady of the Sea?
(Do not look back.)
They say Orpheus wedded a maiden wise and beautiful, and their days were blissful, but for a short while only â the loss of bliss, the darkening of bright days, do you not know it? Where is your Eurydice, your young love, MakalaurĂ«, where is she? Does she walk the shadowy Halls, or does she wander under the unforgiving Sun in the realms of your youth, now removed from the world? Does she listen for the sound of your lute across the Sundering Sea?
(Do not look back.)
They say Orpheus braved the realm of the dead and sang a song which softened the hearts of its rulers â but this not your story, MakalaurĂ« FeĂ€nĂĄrion. The song which resounded in the Halls and moved the Doomsman to pity was not yours, the lyrical plea which won back love and light into the world did not come from your lips, but LĂșthienâs. This is her story, the story which echoes your failures. You never walked into the darkest abodes for one you loved, you never called upon those in whose dominions you had once played for help, you never accomplished what you had sworn, and she did. LĂșthien is Orpheus victorious, walking in light of day with her love, if only for a short time; you are Orpheus defeated, wandering the shadows for all eternity, a shadow among many.
(Do not look back.)
But then, some say it was not Eurydice who dissipated into nothingness the moment Orpheus stepped into sunlight and looked back at her; some say it was a mere shade in her likeness, a mockery sent by the gods who scorned the singerâs weakness â for if he loved her, he should have joined her in death, instead of challenging the laws of the gods. This story of Orpheus deceived, his love irrevocably dead, his love turned against him by a cruel being â is this what cowards get? This is the story of Gorlim and Eilinel, you know, but even he â even Gorlim was joined with his wife in death, in the end. But what about you? If you look back, will it be apparitions that evaporate?
(Do not look back.)
And if it is only phantoms that will dissolve into the air when you look â were they ever anything else? Were you ever true, or are you Orpheus undeserving, refusing to see that your chances have long vanished?
Your losses are plenty, yet your gift shines the brighter for it; oh, to call all the shadows before you with a song, to watch them melt into nothingness in the light of the Moon as stones weep â and they weep, but naught is changed.
(Do not look back.)
You tame the children like wild animals, you soothe them with song and lull the suspicion in their eyes with soft tunes. You tell yourself it is for the best, your intentions are true, although you are not certain yourself. When you send them away, you tell them never to look back.
(Do not look back.)
Some say that, upon seeing his Eurydice fade back into the shadows, Orpheus took his life to unite with her in death. That is not you; you are not Orpheus who relents in hopes of regaining what he lost, nor are you Orpheus who throws himself at the ultimate mercy in the desperation of grief. That is your brother, perhaps; or perhaps he is someone different still, perhaps he never even perceived the opportunity, never had the hope. You will never fully know.
Some say that Orpheus was torn to pieces for turning away from the god he had once honoured; they further say that a river slid underground in refusal to wash his murderersâ hands. That is not you, either; you are let go for all your crimes, and it is your hands that are stained in more ways than one, more permanently than any water may wash away.
So what are you, Makalaurë FeÀnårion?
(Do not look back.)
You are Orpheus defeated, Orpheus who lost everything but his gift, Orpheus who looked back and himself faded into the shadows, so that only his song remains â that is you, MakalaurĂ« FeĂ€nĂĄrion.
(Do not look back.)
In the end, you have always been looking back â and there never was anything to save.
hi lovely! i am in AWE of your edits and i was hoping you have some tips on how to make picspams that are as aesthetically pleasing as yours?? i have nooo idea where to start, like how do you get the format and do you have to resize the images yourself?? i would love some tips! x
Hi Zaynab and thank you a thousand times love!!! Youâre so kind. â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž This is a difficult question, bc Iâm not very good with general tips, but Iâll try to write down some things that come to my mind. Also, Iâm so sorry this is late, Iâve been a busy mess these past few weeks⊠đ
dimensions: I use 800 x 720px canvas for six framed aesthetic. Which means that each of the pictures is 400 x 240px. If you want, you can of course make your pictures shorter, or you can make a canvas of eight frames etc, but for me it always works best if I donât change the width of the canvas - 800px. The separate pictures I resize in photoshop -> âimage sizeâ and then drag them onto the canvas.
choosing pictures: I always spend an insane amount of time putting together the pinterest board for the thing I want to make.I only save pictures I would realistically use and I try to stick to certain colour palette (which then makes the whole colouring process much less complicated).When I have a good pinterest board with 20-30+ pictures, it is way easier for me to make the final pick and put together the whole aesthetic.
colouring: In this ask I rambled about my colouring process in detail.Also, I donât apply my psd to each picture separately, but I put it on top of my canvas with the pictures bellow, so that I can make adjustments when necessary.For me it works the best to either: a) alternate light and dark frames (like here) or b) alternate light frames with background and light frames without background (like here).Iâd advise to stick to only 2-3 colours and try to decide on them already when youâre composing your pinterest board.
additional notes: Always make sure you use the biggest size of a picture you can find (I use the google âsearch by imageâ function)! Poor quality can ruin the whole outcome.I pay careful attention so that I donât have too many similar frames close together and I try to feature different kinds of them - body, details, typo/quote, landscape, clothesâŠWhen you pick a picture and you find out it doesnât work with the board, whether bc of the colours or quality or anything else, just get rid of it and pick a different one.If youâre adding a frame with text layer (like quote or title or name of character) take your time picking your fonts. One fancy (handwritten) and one basic work the best for me.In this ask I explained how and where I usually look for pictures.
And I think this is itâŠ? I canât think of any other tips right now. đ If I explained something poorly or if you have any other questions, please, feel free to send me another ask!
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âblog compliment: zaynab you have to know by now that i love your creations with all my heart! also your desktop theme format is not what i would ever think to go with but you made it look so so pretty??? i am considering changing my theme now hmmm.... oh! also, i almost forgot, your icons are always so beautiful, i am blessed whenever i see you in my dash <3
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The savior of the Blackfoot people from starvation. The hunters of the tribe would drive a buffalo herd over a cliff; the women would cut up and collect the meat from the dead animals. Suddenly, the buffalo herds began turning away before going over the edge. This continued until the people were on the verge of starvation. A young women, Minnehaha, went to the bottom of the cliff and waited for a large herd above. In desperation, she yelled out that she would marry one of them if they jumped off the cliff, and they all did. When the rest of the tribe came to the cliff they found plenty of meat, but no Minnehaha. Her footprints showed that she had left with an old buffalo. Whenever the buffalo turned, the people would pray to her, and they would jump.