Mythology Aesthetic, The Treesong Series: Jörmungandr from Norse mythology. Loki Aesthetic 1.
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Because everyone gets sick, even witches! Witchcraft does not replace proper medical care, and please be cautious when using herbs and do proper research*
It’s been a few years since I lost them and at the time I was fine with it and Sigyn helped me through it. I wasn’t in a good place and things were tough. I didn’t want to bring a baby into that, but the grief was still there and it hit me hard after my fiance, the baby’s dad, left me. Whoever that little one is to become next, I hope they have a wonderful life.
Don’t demonize Hel or any of Loki’s children. Hel is appointed her duty by the Allfather, she is given charge over not only the wicked but the old and the sick, for she is kind and welcomes those at the end of their life. Helheim is not a place of punishment, but that of rest and Hel welcomes us in.
Don’t demonize Fenrir. Without him or his sons, there would be no Ragnarok, but the end is as important as the beginning for without death, there can be no rebirth. Just as the Earth is reborn in the spring so are the Aesir after the end. Fenrir brings death so there can be new life.
The Aesir are not the only ones deserving of our respect.
your eyes are like the stars. so much life held in a beautiful void. you are vast and more powerful than you’ll ever know, love.
A little Mother’s Day ritual for the Gods and for the little one I lost.
You’ll never hear me relating black or dark magic to something evil or bad. That’s a racial stereotype which is deeply rooted in the ever presence of white cultural hegemony. My magic is pure, it is good and it is black as fuck.
Find Them in the first sip of hot coffee that doesn’t quite burn. Find Them in the rising sun and the safety of warm sheets. Find Them in the silver light that heralds the sun.
The gods are not kept to shrines or grand things. They are vast and wonderful and you can find Them in the smallest of things. Whisper prayers into the steam of your tea. Mutter praises under your breath when no one else knows you’re awake. Those moments-right before you sleep and just after waking-are the most intimate.
may the bridges I burn light the way 