The Heart - Blog Posts
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CANON THE HEART THING IS CANON NOW❗️
Clowwnn what's your favorite part about the welcome home plushies and who is more softtt 🐈
Hello! Ooh, we're overdue for talking about our merchandise! Let's do it! They're all very cuddly! This is silly to say, but when designing them alongside Huck, we definitely wanted to make a little guy you'd want to carry around or hang out with rather than an art doll. (Though they must be that too, I think!) But let's peruse through all of them together!
Wally is very lovely to hold! Personally I think he's perfect! Small and round, very amicable, and his hair is a different texture from his felt skin! (It's a little fuzzy!) Also, in terms of all four of these plushies, their clothes are almost entirely removable! (That way you can dress them up for any occasion!) And of course, a heart where it needs to be...
Frank is very nice to hold too! I keep him in the crook of my arm and he sits very pleasantly! (In the little rabbit suit, he's much similar to a pillow) I would also like us to look at these lovely little paw stumps all the plushies have! Oo la la! Barnaby is very big compared to the others! Large and round! He's a little stiffer than the rest, however, but that means he can stand where you darn well put him! Talk about a sturdy guy! Additionally, he bares a heart just like his fellow neighbors! You could definitely take a nap next to this guy, 10/10!
It's Julie
she's practically a big pillow
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A little heart 2 heart
I feel the heart is the most aromantic organ. I know what your think but hear me out.
Most people associate the heart with love, and this is mainly because of the love heart shape (which is actually to do with love) has the same name as the organ.
But the shape actually originally comes from the Silphium's seedpod plant which was seen as a herb of love and sex, it was also used as an early form of birth control. The plant was the put on ancient Cyrene money.
Anyway, in reality in the brain controls love. The feeling of love is controlled by three hormones, oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin. The brain controls the secretion of all hormones, and the glands of all three of these hormones are in the brain (except dopamine which can come from the the hypothalamus, in the brain, and the adrenal glands, above kidneys).
In reality the only effect love has on the heart is that it can speed up your pulse (how fast the heart bets), but that is true for way to many other things for it to be considered a connection, non one every relates being scared, angry or stressed to the heart (unless for medical reasons as lots stress can cause the blood vessel to narrow).
But despite the heart (organ) having nothing to do with love, romance or sex, it is seen as such and those things are forced on it. As an aromantic person I think that’s quite relatable.
there's blood on the side of the mountain there's writing all over the wall shadows of us are still dancin' In every room and every hall there's snow fallin' over the city you thought that it would wash away the bitter taste of my fury and all of the messes you made yeah, you think that you got away but I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze my footsteps on the ground you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now through wading grass, the months will pass you'll feel it all around I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere but you can't catch me now no, you can't catch me now bet you thought I'd never do it thought it'd go over my head I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter be somethin' easy to forget oh, you think I'm gone 'cause I left but I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze my footsteps on the ground you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now through wading grass, the months will pass you'll feel it all around I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere but you can't catch me now no, you can't catch me now ooh, ooh ooh, ooh you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now you can't, you can't, you can't there's blood on the side of the mountain It's turning a new shade of red yeah, sometimes the fire you founded don't burn the way you'd expect yeah, you thought that this was the end
the shrike beneath a sparrow's skin.
before that final damning act of courage and mercy, medraut had spent a day and most of a night limping on a broken knee through the frozen, bloody fields around camlan, searching for lleu. It was not three months since lleu had kissed and forgiven him his last winter’s betrayal. medraut would have given his own life to spare our brother’s. all he found of my twin after camlan was the golden circlet lleu had worn.
the shrike beneath a sparrow's skin.
before that final damning act of courage and mercy, medraut had spent a day and most of a night limping on a broken knee through the frozen, bloody fields around camlan, searching for lleu. It was not three months since lleu had kissed and forgiven him his last winter’s betrayal. medraut would have given his own life to spare our brother’s. all he found of my twin after camlan was the golden circlet lleu had worn.
of wrens and hummingbirds.
quilts accompanied the lady of camlan as she stirred awake from her drowsed state. she arose from her sheets, abandoning her quilt and sitting atop her soft, silken sheets. she had expected the blaring light to awaken her instead of her own fears, but it seemed the world felt unkind for goewin's heart for this new day.
the soft and straightened locks that were her makeshift crown, were disheveled from her thrashing. and her eyes, soft and puffy, a soft color that danced between the lightest of red, to the highest of beet. she noticed her nightgown had untied ribbons of the light and comfortable mesh, and the laces had already been ripped to shreds. just as it had that very day. she stood up, her legs unstable and barely in state to be walked on, the phantom pain on her shoulders as she felt she was held down, only grew worse with each step she took, and the walls seemed closer by each tap on the floor, seemingly wishing to squeeze her like bugs she had on medraut’s desk.
THE HEART
midst the hearth (through the harshest winters and through kinder days, lay's the future of a grief that stays-) set in stone. (the intentions of a cruel world, for it intends to insinuate-) the ripeness of glory.
the world is an exceptionally cruel test by him, the all-gracious. to those, who bear such pain and to pass such test, is one who deserves to accompany his throne and no more. but to those who cannot bear such burden, know there is none that blame you.
In this strange world, one is at peace so the other can bathe in their own suffering, and one will receive award for bearing pain and other punished for enjoying their day. This is the story of a family filled of Lion Hunters, and from the scriptures of the last remaining daughter of Artos.
the white lioness and the lion tamer
my great white lioness, I forbid you to cry. I tell you that myself as your beloved sunbird. I am a boy you love more than your father, and thus I love you more than my own. I shall not love you like a son but love you as my namesake did thou athena, for you are mine and I am yours, for when you have marked me as yours, I have marked you as mine.
the wanderer
stop searching for a lost cause, little sister, you're heart will fall apart if you are to see the state of your brother. I know of morgause and I know of priamos, I will ensure that you will be safe, and I shall ensure you that kidane and turunesh welcome you with open arms, for you are my sister. by being my sister, you are their daughter. your eyes are hollow, and if I am there, it will only become empty.
requested by @notenderhands
SCRIPTURES
In a world of Goewin. daughter of Artos, sister to her brothers. It follows the world beyond her written, personal scriptures, and explores a world for... another brother of her's. the world is cruel, and Athena is loud.
edit : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter. txt : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter / A Coalition of Lions by Elizabeth Wein or @/tooboredforthis / edit : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter. txt : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter / A Coalition of Lions by Elizabeth Wein or @/tooboredforthis / edit : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter . txt : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter / The Sunbird by Elizabeth Wein or @/tooboredforthis