#tree diety

[starlighttaylorsversion]

Kodam desar,Bikaner, Rajasthan

[netscapenavigator-official]

Sometimes I think about what it’s like from the bug’s POV when I get up to stop my cat from eating it.

Like, imagine: You’ve somehow entered a new planet. You don’t know how or why, but you have. This planet is completely foreign to you. Unlike your home planet which is lush with communities, friends, family, and flora and fauna to keep you alive, this place is desolate. It’s filled with a plethora of artificial suns that only disrupt your sense of navigation. Suddenly, a massive apex predator-looking creature notices you. You understand your fate is grim. You fight, and it doesn’t work. You try to flee, and it doesn’t work. This seemingly wild creature is taunting you. It isn’t even interested in eating you. It just wants to tantalize you and play with you until you die, so it can get bored and move on. You fear this is the end. This strange planet and its strange wild animals. You couldn’t have prepared for their size and agility. All you can do is hope.

Then suddenly the ground shakes. The wild animal looks on in fear. You don’t know why they fear, but you assume you should too. You look on, and a being the size of a skyscraper turns the corner. This being does not resemble any wild creature on this planet or your own. Its appearance is completely foreign and… unnatural. Its agility and intelligence far outpaces the wild animal and your own. You see that even its mere presence is something to behold. The way it exists, and the way its mind works is unfathomable to you. It exists with a poise and calculation that is completely foreign to you.

Suddenly the wild animal snatches you up and attempts to flee. This only angers the skyscraper giant, and they begin pursuit. Eventually the wild animal gets bored with you. More concerned about their own self preservation than the little game they had in mind for you. The skyscraper giant angrily attempts to communicate with the wild animal to no avail. Alas, your freedom is short lived. Suddenly the skyscraper giant turns its attention to you. You couldn’t have even imagined a being like this, and now you’re face to face with one. It leaves, and you attempt to flee, but the giant’s actions far outpace your own. They bend down, encasing you in a mysterious clear fortress that prevents you from going anywhere else. You fear this is actually it. You don’t know why the giant wants to trap you in this clear, air-tight fortress, but they have.

Suddenly they slide this mysterious white sheet under the fortress. Oddly, it smells like the trees back home, but it looks nothing like them. In an instant, the giant stands up, bringing you with it. You climb to heights that make your head spin in a time frame that leaves little to be perceived. The giant begins moving, taking you with them. Now you’re really terrified. What type of sick game is this?

Suddenly, however, the giant peels the barriers of their own planet aside. They rip a hole in the fabric of reality, and on the other side is your home planet with all its beautiful green-ness. You tear up at the sight, yearning for home, but unsure if you’ll ever see it again. The giant steps through the portal, and into your world. For a moment you fear he’s come to kidnap your people as well, but these fears are quickly extinguished. The giant puts you on the ground, removes the flat white tree, causing you to fall on your ass. In the confusion and anger you almost miss that they’ve removed the invisible fortress. If you weren’t confused, you are now. You watch in awe as the giant pays you no more mind and returns to their planet through the portal. Just as easily as they opened it, they close it, sealing the two worlds back into their separate universes.

And there you are: alive. Tomorrow is another day, and you’ll be there to see it. Why this diety of another world felt compassion for you (an intruder) is beyond your own comprehension… and yet they did. They saved you. They returned you to your world. They ended your agony. Then, they left peacefully. And now you’re left with a lifetime of unimaginable experiences, and nobody will believe you.

[sukunas-wife]

Sealed 2

1 3

“Year after year after year the hours pass and it never ends, I’ve been here for millennia is Ryomen even trying?” You sat down onto the pile of bones, skeletons supporting you the best they could. The Prison Realm had become your domain, you’d molded every bone and skeleton to do your work. Your elbow resting on the spine of skeleton your cheek pressing against your fist as you stared bored.

Looking down the pile of bones and skeletons holding up your throne that you had formed to match Sukuna’s you saw two Skeletons battling for your amusement. Sighing you slouched back in your throne, watching the two headed four armed skeleton using sharpened bones as spears, fighting a towering 6 armed Skelton. His arms like vices ready to grab and shove whatever into its gaping rib cage to crush it. “This needs more!” The two skeletons looked up at you, before the rumbling of the skeletal centaur could be heard, a centaur of bone, his torso with 4 arms, it held an extended spine as if it were a chain. Lower two arms ready to grab at anything, more specifically rip off the head and spine of its opponents.

“YES! THIS IS what we need!” You smacked the skeleton who stood near you on the back. His bones shaking as you leaned forward, you’d find out soon which of your creations was truly the strongest. “Let’s get this show started-“ it was quick blur of red and black before you were standing head tilted to the side as you stared irked at the man in front of you. “Do YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID.”

“PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I BEG FOR MERCY I SPENT MUCH OF MY LIFE LOOKING FOR THIS TREASURE THATS BEEN hidden away heating the tales of how the sourcerer’s of old time had wrongly imprisoned a Diety of Fertility separating her from her son. I just come to beg and ask you give my wife your blessing to have a child were old in age but she’s always prayed and begged. I’ve run out of hope until i heard you tale, i beg and hoped you’d have mercy- Sit up” was all you said. The man went from groveling to sitting back on his heels. Sighing the conflict inside of you was great. You looked around tucking your arms into the sleeves of your worn Kimono. “Bring me your wife,” you looked up through the canopy of the trees you see the sun at mid day, “you have two sunsets and then I leave.” The man quickly bowed again at your feet thanking you before running off. You kicked the prison realm box “Damnit who won!” You snatched it up, the air was familiar, you started to look around. The reason it was so familiar was because it wasn’t to far from where you had been sealed. The skeletal remains of the sourcerers made you seethe. You found the remains of the man who sealed you grabbing his skull with your free hand making it look at you, “my child my husband,” you crushed it without fail, “you took it all from me and now everyone will pay.” Th tears falling down were hot. Dropping the remains you started your first technique “Reanimate.” A wave of purple radiated from you, hitting every border of the palace. Skeletal remains shaking and coming together to stand, “Get this place back into shape.” They started moving, you made your way inside the palace the inside help had been reanimated also, your ladies in waiting now remains, standing beside you as you enter “Find fabric I need new robes.” They rushed off and you made it to your old room, the massive bed your son had fallen off many times when he would try to sleep with you and his dad. The wardrobe filled with your husband’s old robes. The room was dusty and smelt humid, shoving the window open you tried not to cry, on the window sill was a talisman Sukuna had created for Yuji. Sniffling you turned your head, finding a small blanket and stuffed Tiger doll Yuji carried around that morning. A gift for his 2nd birthday that he loved and it showed on the tigers rugged appearance.

“My Yuji..” your faint whisper sounding so loud in the silence as you ran your fingers of the stuffed doll holding it close to your chest as you made your way around the room planning your moves. Your plans had always been to follow in similar steps to Sukuna. Except that you’d be known for good to balance out the evil perspective they had of your husband. First, fix your palace. Second, create miracles in the closest town or village to make profit and move into a bigger city to improve profits. Find wherever Sukuna had been sealed away, and break him free. Find Yuji and take him back from this cruel world.

❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️

It’s been over 100 more years and you’d grown accustomed to the changing in technology and times, passing the crowds into your shrine you smiled ruffling the heads of kids who smiled up at you, rubbing the plump bellies of pregnant women you passed and “blessing” the sick with instant health with simply laying a hand on them and smiling kindly.

Entering your shrine for the last time your Gentlemen in waiting was packing up what was left. The last thing left was the main room where your wide throne sat, you’d be leaving it being to your followers, the cushions you provided for your followers during your sessions. “Morí.” You called out and he came from the room he was in bowing and holding his hands out in front of him. “Yes Lady Y/n?”

“Morinozuka, we’re leaving tonight to Sendai City. The mark of my binding vow is burning more, but are you sure that’s where we need to go?”

“Yes Lady Y/n.” He spoke not looking up from his bow. You nodded, “then it’s final.”

❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️🖤🖤❤️

“So this is the place?” You turned to Morí and he nodded. “It’s not as lavish but this is the closest we can get… Your excellency.. I strongly recommend you continue to hide your cursed energy until I suggest otherwise.” You nodded getting out of the car “Very well, I will.”

It was morning when you had arrived, standing in front of the door to the house you looked over an elder man was walking out of his house he looked over and you smiled at him and he had a very faint twitch of his lip. Until a man with pink hair came out, follows by a woman with black hair and you felt it. The pulse of cursed energy and instinctively you grabbed Mori by his robes and pulled him towards you, “That woman, she’s no woman that- is the carrier of your child.” You head snapped instantly to him, “The father of my child, that’s the sorcerer who knew Sukuna, and he is going to mother my child?” Your face showing your exact emotions Mori placing a hand over yours, “Lady Y/n, please recollect your thoughts. I can assure you he will NOT be mothering your child, and her husband will not be fathering him either.” Letting go of his robes you nodded. Looking over your shoulder you watched the couple get into a car the elder man scowling when they started to drive away.

Turning to look at you he tucked his arms behind his back walking over, “Good Morning I’m L/n Y/n.” You greeted bowing after you moved closer, he dismissed you with a wave of your hand. “Morning, Wasuke Itadori.” He cocked a brow and looked over at your house, “It’s been up for sale for a long time. Almost 3 years before someone has moved in.” You looked back at your house, “I moved in to get closer to work. I thought it was just a blessing for everything to line up so perfectly.”

He nodded, “Well, blessings only go so far here. My son’s wife is something I’d consider to be a curse.” You nodded, “oddly enough I wouldn’t disagree. I know a snake when I see one and from a brief glance I wouldn’t trust her at all.”

He nodded, “Have a good day moving in, if you need help my son and his wife will be returning soon. I’m sure either of them would be willing to help with any problems.”

“Have a good day Mr.Itadori.” You bowed your head slightly and you both went separate ways.

“Mori,” you sighed entering your house “count these days.”

[eleos-the-forgiving-goddess]

open starter: dog days

eleos is a diety associated with tears,but this much wailing was unprecedented,the shrine was practically overflowing with mist toxic to mortals, preventing anyone from coming inside,the olive trees outside were slowly Wilting from it and the dogs gathered just outside of the range of the mist were barking as if they were possessed. something had to be done.

@og-aaaaaaaaaa and anyone else,ofc

[cvnt4him]

“diety! Izuku x nymph! rea-” alr candie pack it up.

Izuku midoriya, the man that he was. A god, a highly praised and well worshipped super natural being. He was such a luminescent creature, to describe this angelic being would be to say quite a divine nature. His presence was calming and his power was unlike any other. Despite being such a thing he always finds himself doing quite... unrighteous things. For example, stalking a nymph he accidentally came across. Well, not stalking. He certainly wouldn't call it that, just admiring. All the time. He'd first seen you when he traveled into the woods for a breath of fresh air, admiring the beautiful sound of nature the way the breeze of air flowed more freely butterflies and dragonflies flying together in perfect harmony, the flowers coming many different colors yet clashing together so amazingly. The beautiful blue water, it was all so pleasing to be able to witness. Izuku scoffed in pleasant disbelief at this rare find, still looking deeper into the woods he heard singing from not too far, he had assumed he was alone but the further he reached the louder it got. And there you were, such an interesting and illuminating creature... You were free spirited and nothing short of stunning. You were beautiful being living freely without a care. He wanted to move closer...but his footsteps were soon noticed by you causing you to instantly stop and advert your gaze in the direction he was in. His green hair helped him blend in well with the bushes, however he wasnt exactly invisible. He blinked once, and you were gone. He was saddened by your disappearance but graced by your presence. He was glad he saw such a unique free spirited thing... With a sigh he expected to turn around and walk back to his home, however upon turning around he sees you wide eyes and staring directly at him. He screeched and fell back onto the grass, the flowers seemingly wrapping around his hands and up his arms as if they were holding him down. You got closer to examine such a glowing being, his breath hitched at how close you had gotten also getting on your knees to get such a close view of him. He was nothing short of gorgeous, those adorable freckles and wide emerald kaleidoscope eyes of his. He couldn't help the warmth reaching to his face, his cheeks reddening within an instant.

“ hello.”

Was all you said to him, you batted your lashes at him repeatedly awaiting his response. He gulped down unable to speak, you were so beautiful and different, so captivating and delightful he'd wished he'd spoken to you when he had the chance. Alas just as he was about to you both heard people calling it for him,

“ my lord! where have you gone!”

You gasp and instantly run into the trees behind izuku, his gaze follows you as he stammers in his words. He felt the flowers around his arms deep back into the ground allowing him to stumblingly get onto his feet as he attempted to chase you with a meer

„ wait!”

But you were gone. Vanished into the beautiful woods. The sun was so bright in the direction you ran in as if it absorbed you completely. He sighed, as people arrived bursting his bubble. The people were so fascinated with this divine space they insisted it be local, but izuku declined. There was a reason you, an astonishing creature was alone in such a peaceful place he'd never seen before. He'd wondered if it would disappear by morning.

The next day izuku was quick to sneak away to find you, trying his best to remember which way he went to find your beautiful voice. You weren't singing like you were the other day. It was quite hard to find you but he managed to. You were silent, petting a deer as it laid its head on your lap, butterflies fluttering around your hair. You were truly nothing he'd ever seen before.

He wanted to speak to you, to touch you but he couldn't...he was afraid to scare you off. It was clear you hadn't liked people so ... would you like him?

this is NOTHING I've ever written b4, I hope it's good.... @candiiee

[bbkissme99]

Sukuna Dad Au´s

Masterlist

Being Sukuna’s Pregnant Wife and being worshipped as a diety because you were able to conceive the four armed hulking cursed child, you must have the blessing of fertility

Waking up pressed into Sukuna’s large frame

Baby Yuji who clings and cries to you

Dad sukuna blurb

Dad sukuna blurb 2

yuuji being a menace 4 once

Soft!Sukuna slowly falling for the mother of his child

dad!sukuna ❛your heart is beating so fast right now.❜

❛you’re the only thing that matters❜ dad!Sakuna

Historic Sukuna x reader

Sukuna family scenario where maybe they see future Yuji

how would modern day sukuna be like a father

little Yuji asking his dad to help him make a gift for Y/N for Mother’s Day.

Sukuna grappling becoming a father while you give birth.

pregnant

how would modern day sukuna be like a father? :o

❥ 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮’𝙨 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 | 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

dad Sukuna being all jealous of his daughter

Being Sukuna’s Pregnant Wife and being worshipped

Baby Yuji who clings and cries to you

Yuuji as reader & Sukuna’s child

giving birth to sukuna’s son, a little baby boy who looks like him

little baby boy and his bottom eyes haven’t opened yet and his mom is waiting excitedly

SUKUNA AS YUJIS DAD AND READER AS HIS MOM

“No, mine.”

sukuna is sitting under a tree, his eyes observing his son

bedtime cuddles

platonic yandere sukuna and child reader

finding sukuna near your little son

Sukuna being a parent

Little Monster

soft dad sukuna

dad Sukuna being all jealous of his daughter

Dad! Sukuna

Sukuna sighs in annoyance as he hears the little one’s cry again.

RYŌMEN SUKUNA || HIS S/O BEING PREGNANT

RYŌMEN SUKUNA || HIM AS A FATHER

❤ DAD! SUKUNA ❤

sukuna is sitting under a tree, his eyes observing his son whose running towards him. he's calling out to his father, his feet tinted green from the grass.

First time dad! Sukuna

*Sukuna being a total girl dad for the daughter he didn't want, that's it. That's the post.

contents. sukuna attempting (key word attempting) to hold his child. tooth rotting fluff <3

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥Summary: Sukuna's twins are miniature versions of himself which can only mean one thing: they're two little demons.

𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈.╰┈➤ sukuna! x reader! ೃ⁀➷

PAPA SUKUNA

Watching Sukuna feed his one y/o always makes you laugh uncontrollably;the man doesnt know shit about feeding a baby.

panda

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet

sukuna who is known to be huge and overpowering. his body built for violence and destruction and nothing more, nothing less.

Early Mornings

Sukuna’s daughter had been wailing for the last half hour. Maybe even longer.

girl dad! kuna watching his little princess take her first steps? 🥹🥹🥹

The Day She Arrives

You stand outside holding your baby daughter, who is comfortably nestled in a warm jacket, boots, gloves and a hat.

Imagine having a kid with Sukuna and him urging you to have a day out after giving birth

the first time you see your young daughter return from the garden to have lunch with you with flowers neatly braided into her hair, .

SUKUNA AND HIS SHY BABY CUDDLING

𝑫𝑨𝑫𝑫𝒀 𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑨! ღ

[meadow-of-daisies-and-lavender]

Diety! Soap HCs

A/N: Mostly, my ramblings about Soap are right after he and Fawn depart from the temple, along with some other HCs.

CW: (18+) Mentions of arson and sex. A Dyslexic wrote this. Not proofread.

The evening birdsong carried the lingering stench of burning through the trees. Even as you prepared your home for nightfall, the morning arson on Graves’ home lingered in the air. A blessing from your summer god, Johnny, as it allowed you to escape home from the temple and spend the day securing your window and door locks.

You trusted very few in the village. It was only a matter of time before the council would turn on you, ousting you to the woods or worse. The woods hosted your beloved gods who would find you. The evils of humanity haunted your dreams, twisting and taunting at your demise.

“Fawn?” A familiar voice called from the next room over.

Exiting your small dining area, you broke into a grin at the sight of Johnny, eagerly waiting to cross your threshold. He danced on his toes, leaning his shoulders over the door frame that his hand was reached high upon. His blue eyes sparkled and crinkled as if you suddenly became the sun in the sky and hit the earth rotating around you. It was cute, considering you hadn’t been separated for more than thirteen hours.

“Twice in one day? Risky when you committed arson on my neighbor’s home, Johnny,” You teased, taking his shirt in your hand to pull him in for a kiss.

“Ach, missed you already, my love,” Johnny grinned against your lips as he shut the door behind him. “My heart was bleedin’ out for you.”

You giggled, shaking your head at his dramatics, “You’re foolish. Seeing me as they clean up the ash. You didn’t have to do that, Johnny,” You pressed Johnny against the door and snuck your hands under his shirt, gently dragging your nails along his back to feel him shudder. He tilted his head back as you kissed down his neck, his lips parting in a beautiful sigh. “I do appreciate it, though.”

“They’re stupider than rocks. ‘Sides forgot somethin’ important,” He grunted as you reached your hands in his trousers to grope his pert ass, hips bucking. He took your hands from his body and guided them to rest on his stomach.

“Before or after someone gave you this hickey?” You inquired, kissing over the bruise that you had not done the previous night. You claimed the crescent indents on his shoulders and the bruises on his thighs. But that dark, freshly marred patch of skin was not your work.

“John, he, he wanted to know how you were doing. Why I burnt that fucker’s house to the ground after he harmed our Fawn,” Soap hissed as your hands wandered to the front of his pants. “Ach, no. I said I had things to do,” He grinned, tugging your hands up.

“Which is?” You trailed off with a smirk, removing your hands from his body. You locked the door behind him and went back to your dining room to secure your window for the night, but Johnny grabbed your arm and pulled your back into his chest, wrapping your arms in his so you were still. You giggled again, feeling his grin against your neck.

“I forgot something,” He muttered in your ear, trailing kisses down your neck and shoulder. You laughed between sighs, grinning.

“So, you have noted. You kissed me plenty last night. They managed to burn Phillip’s home to the ground. My gown is fixed for the Autumn equinox. What else could there possibly be?” You giggled as his hair tickled your ear.

Johnny’s hands squeezed over the forearms of Gaz’s beautiful trellis of vines before sliding over John’s icy marks on your stomach. He gripped the fat of your stomach before soothing the skin.

“I forgot to mark my pretty Fawn,” He muttered. Slipping his hands beneath your shirt, he covered the span of skin beneath your breasts, where warmth kissed your skin, blossoming into etched lines of pattern. Closing your eyes, you leaned against him, sinking in the heat.

In his arms, Johnny etched some picture of himself as close to your bones as he could get. Where the breath in your lungs filled, he marked you as loved and cherished above the cage of your ribs. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes as the wounds of old that lay between your ribs were laid with the balming love of the god of summer.

“Johnny,” You breathed, tilting your head to capture his lips in yours. You cupped his hand to the spot, pressing as if to encourage the mark to seep into your caged soul.

“Only thing as beautiful as ye, my love,” He muttered, rubbing his fingers against the now-raised skin. “The sun and the stars.”

Twisting in his arms, you embraced him tightly, gripping the back of his shirt in your hands. While he may have thought you held the sun and the stars captive by your beauty, you thought him to be the sun itself, which you eagerly rotated around. Kissing your forehead once, Johnny pulled away, taking your hand in his.

“It’s late. Let’s get you into bed. After last night, I could use some sleep,” Johnny winked, that mischievous smirk blooming on his face.

“You seemed to enjoy it as much as I did, darling,” You giggled, leading him to your bed.

“That I did,” He laughed.

Soap is mischief personified. If anyone is a trickster god, it would be him. This means villagers who see him always think it's traders or a random villager doing business with that woman.

He gets Fawn laughing the fastest with his antics and the most annoyed with the quickest out of the four men. He is a ball of concentrated energy that sometimes implodes (ADHD? Me too, friend).

He mostly visits at night to help protect Fawn from increased hate in the village. Ironically, the number of homes burnt to the ground due to the odd number of lightning strikes has increased this summer...

[boombox-fuckboy]

Hey!!! You commented on my post about limetown haha which is why I’m here. You offered to give podcast recs! What are your favorites?? I’m looking for some new ones

I completely forgot I had this ask, excuse the delay. Here's a selection of 30 podcasts I enjoyed from a broad range of genres: hopefully at least one appeals.

Let me know if you're after something more specific.

Arden: (Investigative, Comedy) On the 25th of December, 2007, heiress and young actress Julie Capsom crashed her car into a tree and fled into a nearby forest clearing, leaving a trail that seemingly vanished into thin air, and a dismembered torso in the trunk. A decade later, Bea, the first reporter on the scene, and Brenda, a detective on the case, are hosting a true crime podcast about it, and neither is remotely impressed with what the other has to say. Arden is also a retelling of various Shakespeare plays.

Desperado: (Supernatural, Adventure, Horror Elements) In a modern world of gods and magic, three young people, all under the patronage of death dieties, embark on the same adventure for different reasons: for safety, for revenge, and to kill The Old Man in the Sky. Fantastic banter and killer action sequences.

The Far Meridian: (Magical Realism) An agoraphobic young woman wakes one day to discover her lighthouse home has travelled to somewhere entirely unfamilar. As this continues to happen day after day, she uses the opportunity to search for her missing brother. A really unique and charming piece of fiction.

Gastronaut: (Sci-Fi) Interstellar travel audio blog of a former food critic as he travels to an active warzone to get firsthand experience with unfamilar cuisine. ft. Disgruntled martian nobility, sinister businessmen, explosive mushrooms, forbidden snacks, rogue revolutionary artists, and the consequences of your actions.

Girl in Space: (Sci-Fi) The Girl In Space lives alone on a space station, doing science, making cheese, rewatching Jurassic Park, and tending to the plants, animals, and artificial sun entrusted to her. It's a little lonely, but not a bad life. Would be a shame if someone came along to ruin it.

The Goblet Wire: (Microfiction, Weird Fiction) A surreal microfiction with horror elements, taking the form of phone calls to an audio-based game in which the voice of the mysterious Dictator leads each player through fantastic and horrific world and story.

Hello From The Hallowoods: (Horror, Supernatural) A dramatic entity beyond your comprehension visits your nightmares to tell stories of the people (in varying degrees of human and alive) that inhabit the strange, deadly, and beautiful Hallowoods, as they find meaning and sometimes eachother.

Hi Nay: (Supernatural Horror) A year after moving to Toronto, sound designer Mari finds herself drawn into helping people around the city with various horrific supernatural encounters due to her babaylan (shaman) family background. It quickly becomes apparent that there's something much more sinister and complicated happening in the background.

Inco: (Microfiction, Sci-Fi) A perpetually exausted interstellar information trader and her peppy AI find a mysterious (read: bratty) boy floating in space and are inadventently pulled into a world political intrigue.

Inn Between: (Fantasy) Ever curious about what the D&D characters get up to at the tavern between sessions? A generally lighter-hearted (with some exceptions) with richly-written and always-growing characters. A really interesting format, too: a lot of the adventure appears in the "next time" and "last time" segments which makes it all flow really nicely. Not a tabletop podcast.

Janus Descending: (Sci-Fi, Horror, Tragedy) A xenoarcheologist and a xenopaleontologist are sent to a study a dead city on a distant world. Nobody likes what they find there. A unique format, with one set of logs presented first to last, and the other last to first. I'd recommend listening to the supercut for this one.

The Kingmaker Histories: (Steampunk, Weird Fiction, Adventure, Fantasy Elements) In the Valorian Socialist Republic 1911, on her 25th birthday, tailor's apprentice Colette experienced the worst headache of her life. As a result, she fleed from town with a human artificer and a fae chef - both now smugglers - pursued by an utterly furious flesh-crafter. I'm not sure I'm selling how good this podcast is but it's very good.

Life With Althaar: (Sci-Fi, Comedy) A human repairman moves to a space station on the edge of human territory that is perpetually on the edge of self-destruction, and ends up with a less-than-ideal last-minute roomate. Althaar is polite, friendly, deeply interested in human culture, and eager to be friends. Unfortunately he belongs to a species that sends humans into a visceral panic at a glance.

Lost Terminal: (Sci-Fi, Hopepunk) Seth is a very lonely AI living on a satellite. His crew were left stranded aboard with no hope of return, and it's been longer than he can count since then. The Earth below him has changed dramatically, and with only a few other AI down there to talk to, he's very lonely. But! He has a plan to make some new friends.

Love and Luck: (Romance, Slice-of-Life and Urban Fantasy Elements) Voice messages cataloguing two young men falling in love and opening a queer dry bar together.

Midnight Radio: (Light Supernatural, Romance) Sybil McIntyre, host of the ever-popular 1950's nightly radio hour, begins exchanging letters with an old fan who has reluctantly returned to visit Sybil's beloved town.

Midst: (Weird Fiction, Western, Sci-Fi and Fantasy Elements) The old-western planetoid islet of Midst floats, rotating steadily, in a sea of reality-warping darkness. Down in the town of Stationary Hill, things are in movement, and vistors from the light above are about to bring unanticipated change. ft a monocycle-riding monster-hunter, radio-famous airship paladins, deadly mica, the universe's peppiest cultist, good dogs, and a really strange businessman.

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality: (Weird Fiction, Supernatural, Urban Fantasy and Horror Elements) A friendly AI tour guide leads you on a tour of the Mistholme Museum, explaining the strange and often alternatural story behind each item.

Monstrous Agonies: (Supernatural, Relationship Advice) An interpersonal advice show for supernatural entities and other people living liminally in the modern world.

Night Shift: (Urban Fantasy, Investigative) Set in a modern world with the addition of magic, which manifests in small inherited skills/traits, can warp people in horrific ways, or can be manipulated with the right science (and intense work) to induce superpowers. Sebastian Fenn is a barista at Night Shift Coffee, but since things are slow he's decided to start a podcast to talk about various mysteries, crimes and conspiracies around the city, and of course finds himself deeper in them than he'd intended.

The Pasithea Powder: (Sci-Fi, Thriller Elements? I think?) The last major interplanetary war was full of atrocities, but none more infamous then the creation of Pasithea Powder, a memory altering drug which was used to horrible effect and landed it's entire team of creators in prison. So when decorated war hero Captain Sophie Green sees one of them wandering free, worlds away from his prison, she gets in touch with a very old, estranged friend: one Dr. Jane Gonzalez, who's behind bars for the very same reason.

SCP: Find Us Alive: (Weird Fiction, Supernatural, Horror and Slice-of-Life elements) You don't need to know anything about SCP to enjoy this. A research team gets trapped in an underground research facility when the complex collapses and the building is dragged into a pocket dimension. The tear it was designed to study begins creating tiny copies of itself, generating strange entities the team needs to deal with. And as if that wasn't enough, the entire situation physically resets itself every 30 days. And yet, this is genuinely also an office comedy.

Second Star to the Left: (Sci-Fi) Audio logs of a scout sent to explore and establish early infastructure new world, and the communications with the minder in charge of keeping her alive.

Seen and Not Heard: (Slice-of-Life, Drama) Seen and Not Heard follows Bet, who's still adjusting to life a year after a bout of severe illness, and the resulting hearing loss it caused. It's about the ways we make connection, and food, and art, and different kinds of grief.

The Silt Verses: (Horror) In a modern world where gods are abundant, frequently both commercialised and restricted, two devotees of an outlawed river god go on a pilgrimage.

SINKHOLE: (Sci-Fi, Weird Fiction) Forum posts from a data restoration community in a near future where the human brain is its own computer and one city hosts a massive void.

Starfall: (Fantasy) Seeking to escape her mysterious past and find some purpose, a young swordswoman joins a travelling actor's troupe. This new life is unfamilar and sometimes stressful, but she's taken under the wing of stagehand Fel, who's determined to help her feel welcome as she experiences the figurative and literal magic of the theatre for the first time.

The Tower: (Weird Fiction) A low-key, meditative podcasy about a young woman who decides to climb a seemingly endless tower. Gorgeous sound design.

The Vesta Clinic: (Sci-Fi) New GP Dr. Fae Underwood, with the expert transcription skills of resident AI Sec, writes up patient reports on human and alien patients of The Vesta Clinic, a medical clinic on the edge of human space. Really comfy and creative.

Victoriocity: (Steampunk, Mystery) Set in the steam-powered Victorian city of Even Greater London, an aspiring journalist and a tired detective find themselves working together to solve a strange murder. I say Victorian but as queen Victoria is now an extensive grandiocity of cyborg components following seven only-kind-of-successful assassinations, you may need to adjust expectations a little.

[emdoug]

Dabbling in ink lately. “Untitled” Nov. 23’

[zybynarx]

This year for the DCRB, I decided to create a Hades & Persephone AU! I drew this up, and then got the awesome opportunity to work with @niks-fics who wrote an absolutely AMAZING story to accompany it! Go check it out here!

Seriously, you won't regret it! She did such a great job with the world building and the characters, that it instantly hooked me! I laughed, I cried, I laughed again, so many awesome emotions from a fic! Thanks so much for picking my drawing and putting so much hard work into this!

Huge shout out to the mods who run the @deancasreversebang event every year! Make sure to go check out the other awesome works that came out!

Additional art is below the "keep reading", but they feature spoilers for the fic itself! So go read it, then come back and check out the drawings! (Or check out the art and then get hyped to go read it! Either way works!)

Ok, so for the main drawing... I had sort of bounced around a few ideas, but then decided to settle on this AU. Why? Because I wanted to be a little self indugent. 😆 I really like the Hades & Persephone story, and I've also been on a bit of a "Epic the Musical" kick, so Greek Gods have been on the brain!

It was a pretty challenging drawing... partly because of Dean's pose, but mostly because of backgrounds! Who knew that by drawing a spring diety that meant it'd require drawing lots of nature and flowers! (Thank goodness for brushes in CSP 🙈😂)

I'm really really happy with how the main piece turned out! It's definitely one of my faves!

I created this little drawing for my own purposes when I post on Instagram, and also for those who swipe through the art on Tumblr out of habit. 😂 Ok! Here we go!

NiksFics wrote a beautifully tragic scene where Dean's little fox companion passes away. 💔 I cried while reading it, but I also just had the most vivid image of them kneeling near Zita's grave under the willow tree. I decided not to include their crowns because I wanted to sort of visually symbolize that they're not acting as Gods at the moment, but as people who are feeling genuine sadness and loss.

When I got to this scene in the fic, I knew I just HAD to draw Dean being a total badass as his new role as co-ruler of the Underworld! Seriously, I need ALL of the takes of Persephone being an ultimate boss! I decided to give him a bit of an outfit change along with their crowns adapting to their new blood bond (which was all NiksFics idea! I was so blown away and was like "Hell yeah that is awesome that their crowns change!!" I had the song "Pomegranate Lips" by Derivakat on repeat while drawing this btw. 😆

Chapter dividers that NiksFics requested since there were some POV changes! She came up with the idea for hyacinth flowers as the dividers, and I thought they were an awesome choice! The dark blue symbolizes Cas (dark blues for the underwold), while the pink is for Dean (I was trying to mimic the color of a pomegranate blossom).

Alright, if you decided to look through before reading the fic, then I hope this hypes you up to go read it now! Or to go read it again if you already read it!

[thescarlettbitch]

Offering ideas

Of course, the usual, I am not saying these are the only things you can give as an offering, just some ideas if maybe you're just starting out, or if you're tired of the same old offering.

As always, feel free to leave suggestions! I don't work with every single deity, so there are some I know a significant amount more about worshipping (obviously). And read the whole post before commenting, please. (CW, discussion of blood and s/h)

General

Candles

Incense

Crystals

Images of the deity

Any and everything you associate with them

For love/beauty deities

Orgasms

Make up

Love letters

Pictures of your loved ones/you

Florals, flowers (fake are acceptable)

Menstrual blood (if you're comfortable doing so)*

A lock of your hair (from a haircut, or maybe whatever falls out)

Aphrodisiac foods (chocolate, strawberries, etc)

Wine/juice

For war deities

Knives

Vent letters

Harsh liquor (like everclear)

Peppers, hot spices

Blood (again, if you're comfortable doing so)*

Lighters/matches

For art/music/creative deities

Guitar (or violin or cello or whatever) strings (if you have them)/sheet music

Make a physical mixtape of their Playlist — using a CD, it's not hard it's just time-consuming, but I'll find a link to link if you need it

Art supplies - paints, paint brushes, canvases, colored pencils, crayons, coloring books, etc

Your artwork

Scratched cds or records that are unplayable

Art museum tickets/brochures/pamphlets

For wisdom deities

Old textbooks

Books in general

Old school notebooks/notes/workbooks

Pens and pencils

History museum tickets/pamphlets/brochures

For nature dieties

Flowers (fake or real)

Potting soil/soil from your garden/yard

Compost bin (if doable)

Pressed flowers

Leaves collected from plants in your area (flowers or trees)

Gardening books/books on identifying plants

Animal iconography

Found feathers/antlers/claws/teeth (emphasis on found, and make sure they're safe— some are illegal to have and some may carry diseases so be careful)

Maps of wildlife/topographical maps

For death deities

Pictures of the dead in your family

Graveyard dirt (respectfully sourced)

Coins

Family heirlooms

Ethically sourced animal bones (again, be safe, don't touch roadkill or anything similar if you don't know what you're doing.)

For home/hearth deities

Ash from your fireplace

Pictures of your family (found or biological)

Portion of a home-cooked meal

Cookbooks

Old housekeys that don't fit the locks anymore

For parental deities

Parenting books

Old family photo albums

Anything that gives you a sense of safety/nostalgia

For health deities

Old/empty medication bottles

Medication before you take it

Books on medicinal practices

For sea/ocean/water deities

A bottle of water

Seashells

Sand

Salt

For wind/sky/air deities

Air freshener

A fan

Pictures of the sunset/sunrise/stars that you've taken

For traveller deities

Old licenses

Worn out shoelaces

Pieces of old shoes (cleaned) (if you feel the need to)

Coins

Old ticket stubs

Travel maps

Brochures for tourist spots

For queer deities

Queer history books

Anything you associate with being queer

Pride inspired things (pronoun pins, pride flags, etc)

For inventive deities

Printouts of blueprints

Anything you create (sculptures, paintings, music, anything)

Metal puzzles

* about blood magic

I did a poll asking the community their thoughts on the use of blood in witchcraft, you can find that discussion here.

Some people believe that it is the most dangerous form of magic. Some will tell you to not do it no matter what. I am not going to tell you what to believe on this, I am going to tell you to read about the history of blood magic, read about how people currently use blood magic, read about what could be considered a closed practice and what isn't, etc. Come to your own belief. Someone on my post mentioned to be aware of how you are collecting the blood, making sure that you're not going to trigger yourself and such, and I want to bring that up here too. By no means should you be regularly harming yourself.

[vladbellylover]

The Herald of Spring

Leif had always wondered if kids were in the cards for him. He was always told he had a bright future, and he knew it, but he felt constantly overtaken by a maternal urge to love. He had always found it ironic, considering that when he and his ex-boyfriend tried to go all the way, he ended up crying because it was too big (in his defense it was) and made him pull out after two seconds.

He knew it most definitely wasn’t, but Leif took his mystical impregnation as a blessing. He knew he was going to take a gap year to travel, and he did. To another state, and a small rural town, and the diner he worked at to pay for his small apartment. Maybe next time he gets pregnant he’ll travel and take some nice pictures.

His vacation hadn’t been entirely unrestful, he had grown to like his routine. But rest was not in the cards for tonight. The second he closed his eyes he felt a cramp.

“No, not a cramp,” he told himself, “9 months ago a forest diety told me I was pregnant… this is a contraction.” It was the first one, so he tried to get some sleep, but patience didn’t work, the tea was unfruitful, and the load he busted was more effort than was worth it. At 1am, he got into his car and drove, but he didn’t go to the hospital. He went to the woods he knew better than his own mind. He wandered aimlessly into nature, the warm light of dawn highlighting his increasing pains.

The sun was full into the sky when Leif stumbled upon a spring he had never seen before. It was magnificent; the water was tropical blue, half of the small hole had a steep, sandy, drop off, the other half, lumps of mossy rocks. The distance was elm trees and fruit bushes, bugs and rodents alike bounding around, and fish darted about in the water. The sheer beauty of the place may have made Leif cry, if he hadn’t released a different fluid. It felt like he had just let himself piss after a week of not.

“No… wait no.” Leif stripped as his insides contracted more, pressing his hands above his shaft; a head, stretching his skin and attempting to break into his cock. He knew that they happened, but Leif knew much less about penile births. He lowered himself into the pool, gripping onto the rocks as the waterline rested atop his belly.

He listened to his body, waiting only a few moments before he felt his muscles tell him to push, and push he did. He felt the moss under his arms, the fish swimming around his thighs, the rabbits hopping and staring, and his dick struggling to let the head in. He gave it a rest, before straining again. The moss began climbing onto his skin, the fish nibbled at his dead skin, the rabbits gather in larger number, and with a gasp the head made its way in, leaving his dick lopsided and the shoulders stretching the entrance an impossible amount.

An hour later Leif gave the push that slid the feet into his shaft. Once enough of the baby had gone in that his cock was heavy enough to break off, a trout wriggled itself underneath so he could grip onto the rocks while he sweated and grunted. He expected worse, honestly, he was enjoying it. The pain was minimal, and everything seemed abnormal. Vines had wrapped around his legs, the source his hole, and flowers grew from his scalp. The rabbits had gathered in great numbers, joining them were groundhogs, beavers, mice, wolves, and even a bear. He decided to take a break, a small one, but still a break. His urges waxed and waned, and he finally bore down again.

The animals broke into a frenzy; the fish leapt out of the pool, the bear roared and clawed at the rocks, the various rodents hopped up onto the rocks, fighting for the highest place. As Leif felt his urethra opening, the vines shot up his torso, caressing his hips and swollen tits. He pushed for quite a while before the head began to slip out, at that point the the vines had began palpating his chest to relieve some of the pressure, and had slithered past his moss-covered forearms to grip his fingers.

Leif took five seconds to breath when the head came out, less really, before he pushed once more, unceasingly. His grunt turned into a yell as the animal’s frenzy reached a peak, then gradually stopped as they surrounded him. Shortly after, Leif stopped. He reached down to grab him baby out of the water, the bear effortlessly slicing the cord. It cried for only a few moments before it calmed, feeling Leif’s skin.

“Well done, you have earned the earths blessings.” The twisted, mother tree returned in front of him once more.

“I… I don’t think I realized until now that I have a baby. I’m so tired.” The afterbirth slipped out of Leif as his eyes grew heavy.

“I’m sure. Get some rest, you are safe here.” And rest he did, almost immediately. He didn’t know what time it was when he woke up, but he knew he wasn’t where he had been, and he wasn’t with his baby. He sat up to see the boulders from the field of his woods growing up. He was alone, he was done, and he felt empty.

[stalkerofthegods]

Lady Hestia Deep Dive

Lady Hestia is a wonderful goddess, she is always there for everyone, I adore Lady Hestia, I do not worship her personally but I know well that she is Amazing.

Herbs • Chaste trees, Rosemary, Parsley, Basil, Sorrel, vanilla, Cinnamon, coriander, Marjoram, Mint, Lemon balm, cloves, clary sage, Allspice, Angelica, Coriander, poppy seed, chamomile, Angelica, Bay, garlic, mint, peppermint, pepper, marjoram, The lavender, the chaste tree, the datura, the California poppy, the goldenrod, the hollyhock, the yarrow, the purple coneflower, all white flowers, Lavender, White roses, angel’s trumpet, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow, pine, Wildflowers & sunflowers, raspberry leaves, sage, pearly everlasting, yellow rose

Animals�� pigs, donkeys, one-year-old cows, a Crane. 

Zodiac & scared number  • unknown, I cannot find out what month she was born on, or the day. But I would associate numbers 1, and 6 because she is the oldest and the youngest (and etc, but who even likes my rambles?)

Colors •Gold, yellow, orange, red,  White, Gold, Lavender, light purple, black, silver, and dark red

Crystal•Carnelian, Garnet, Goldstone, Calcite, Topaz, garnet, amethyst, lapis lazuli, green tourmaline, Vanadinite, Quartz, gold, silver, and brass, Amber colored crystals, citrine, clear quartz, sunstone.

Symbols• a kettle, the hearth (fireplace), torch, candle

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• friendship bracelets 

Diety of• the virgin goddess of the home and hearth fire, cooking of meals, and sacrificial food for feasts, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state, and sacrificial flame

Patron of where the families ate and congregated, hospitality, family.

Offerings• give her prayer beads that remind you of her that are not Christian (or make one, which is better), wooden beads, Oil Lamps, Seven Day Candles (because they burn for 7 days), LED Candles, A Candle that reminds you of home, White or red candles, Apple juice, cider, Wine, Baked goods, keys to the home (preferably not stolen(looking at Hermes devotees))), Small kitchen antiques/objects,  pottery/cups/bowls, artwork of homey things, a meal, your favorite things, poetry, books, items you made, fall-themed stuff, spring-themed stuff, First/last foods & libations from a meal, Candles/flame, Honey, Pork, Cakes or Cookies made to look like one of Her symbols,), Keeping a candle/hearth fire or lamp constantly burning, Pictures of homes you want to live in one day, pictures of homes you have lived in, Pictures of architecture that you like, Teacups, teaspoons, tea towels, Childhood memories (ex- stuffed toys, baby clothes, old photos), Homegrown herbs, Toys or art of donkeys and pigs, Leaves or blooms from a chaste tree, Tea light candles (real or fake), Your favorite poetry or poetry you have written for Her, Your favorite books, Stories you have written, Art of flames, fire, candles, Garmets that you have made such as clothing, blankets, beanies, Homemade lotions, bath bombs, shower gel, bubble bath (You can ask Her to bless them then use them she probably won't say no), Beeswax products, honey, olive oil, pumpkin pie 

Devotional• Pick up rubbish in communal areas, Offer the first or last bites/portions of food your to her, Cooking/baking for yourself or others, Having a candle lit whenever possible (electric or real), playing a video of a fire place, Volunteerring at homeless or DV shelters, donating to homeless or DV shelters,  Setting healthy boundaries with friends and family, reading about Tea/Coffee magick, Getting involved with your local community, Advocating for policies you believe will better the community Allowing yourself to rest,  Do a chore you've been putting off for a long time, organize to hang out with some loved ones, Veil or bind your hair, Wear something red or orange, Make a devotional playlist for her, make a Pinterest board or a mood board for her, Learn about kitchen witchery, Cook a meal in her name, Clean the House, Put together a puzzle, Eat popcorn and watch a movie, do Knitting, read about knitting, donate yarn and

knitting supply’s, prepare food for family, make the table before eating, garden, Harvest berries, pick flowers, Donate to food charity/drives, Support people who lost their homes to natural disasters, Welcoming others into your home, Keeping the peace (especially in the home), Donations of time & money to Habitat for Humanity, Do little (or big) acts of kindness, If you have a fireplace light it for Her or build Her altar around it, Meditate next to a fire, Read poetry or a book, play a playlist for Her and play it while you clean or cooks, Clean your house/room and keep it nice and tidy, Take a cooking or baking class, Collect recipes and keep a recipe book, Host celebrations at your home, Remember your ancestors and learn more about them, Spend time with your pets, Take care of yourself and your mental and physical health (Your body is a home for you),  Take a hot bath, eat some ice cream, chill at home for a day, Pray to Her( ex- for protection, inspiration, happiness, guidance, and help getting rid of negative entities in the home, peace in the home, good food, an abundance of food, independence), help to start/tending to the hearth, work on having strong family bonds, Open your curtains and let the sunlight warm the room, Make a potful of tea and keep it in a large thermos, Watch movies that make you feel nostalgic and cozy, Say goodnight and good morning to her, Get an electric blanket and feel the warmth connect you to her, Cuddle a stuffed animal, Make a blog/journal filled with cozy homely things, Keep a few locally baked goodies nearby for when you need them, String up fairy lights and use them as your only light source, Whisper prayers and devotional pieces before you go to sleep, Use a Himalayan salt lamp to connect to feeling of a fire, Invest in little things (ex- pillowcases, photos, curtains) that make your room feel welcoming and peaceful, Make a little bottle filled with herbs and crystals and other things that remind you of her, Listen to music that makes your soul happy and your heart content, Take care of yourself (ex- Brush your hair, use a wet cloth on your face), Keep a tealight on you, Clean one small area of your house, Savor a hot drink, Do small, unnoticed acts of kindness, Always greet animals (both big and small), Do anything by candlelight,  Wear colors you associate with her, Practice your patience (both external and internal), Be a listening ear or shoulder to cry on for those who need it, Make compromises when it is healthiest for both parties, always have a lighter or matches, Listen to music that reminds you of her, Spend time tending to your body, Leave a big tip the next time you have a chance, Practice kindness in all areas of your life (including driving), Take a hot bath or shower with no time limit, Decorate a space, Build a fire, Compliment people (both strangers and loloved ones), Donate something (ex-clothes, money, or your time), Look at photos and embrace the happy nostalgia, Wear makeup or jewelry that reminds you of her, Wake up early to see the sunrise - or watch the sunset, Watch/read about acts of kindness to be inspired, wear prayer beads that are for her, go to a high school reunion, do a family reunion, do budgeting in her honor, do meal planning, set healthy boundaries, have a household notebook, do seasonal cleaning, try home remedies,As you light your gas stove, say a prayer to Hestia, Spend quiet quality time at home, Gather your family (including your chosen family) for a festive candlelit meal, Commit to spending more time with children and old people.

Ephithets•Äídios - eternal, Aïdius – See Äídios., Basileia - See Vasíleia, Bulaea - See Voulaia., Chloömorphus – See Khlöómorphos, Daughter of lovely-haired Rǽa, Khlöómorphos - verdan, Polýmorphos - multi-formed, Polyolbus – See Polýolvos, Polýolvos - rich in blessings, Potheinotáti - beloved, Prutaneia – See Prytaneia, Prytanei, Vasíleia - queen, Voulaia - of the council, Prytaneia -”of the Prytanis.” 

Equivalents• Vesta (Roman), loki (Norse), Brigid (Celtic), Hathor (Egyptian)

Signs they are reaching out• having a strong urge to Vail in her honor, seeing her animals and symbols in your dreams, and seeing her imagery a lot, everything at home suddenly going well.

Vows/omans• that she “would be a maiden all her days”

Morals• morally light/pure

Courting• None 

Past lovers/crushes• None

Personality• She avoids drama, and is generous, but her temper is volcanic in nature, she is slow to anger, but when she gets angry her rage is a force of nature. She is modest, tranquil, and industrious

Home• Mount Olympus 

Mortal or immortal • immortal 

Fact• Historically she is supposed to be the first deity offered to in a ritual due to being the goddess of fire, she's the oldest Olympian, She is spat out last by Kronos so she is also the youngest, she shares her seat with Diyonisus, she did not give it up, she receives a share of every sacrifice/prayer to the gods, and she is commonly seen alongside with Hermes, I would recommend putting their alters close together.

Element• fire 

Curses• a bad family life, food being burnt, having not enough food, being turned away at restaurants, being homeless, your house catching on fire 

Blessings• all domestic happiness and blessings

Roots• Greek mythology….and she was raised in her father's stomach, and at the first years of theogony era.

Friends• all of the gods, but most notably Hermes, but is not friends with Priapus, she dislikes him (he tried to rape her.) 

Parentage• Cronus and Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, Demeter, Hera 

Pet• she has no pets.

Children • she has no children.

Appearance in astral or gen• she was typically represented wearing a veil and robe. In some images, she held a flowering branch or kettle as well.

Festivals • None, at every feast and meal a liberation was made to her name first and last, but I associate Thanksgiving with her, but her Roman counter part Vesta has 1-15 June of each year, an then another festival celebrated on 8-9 July.  Hestia is also mentioned on 8 June. But a neo-pagan sets aside 26 December – 22 January as a month devoted to Hestia.

Status• Virgin theoi goddess.

What disrespects her turning away people at your home (she is a goddess of hospitality and it was seen as disrespectful to her to do so.)

Planet• unknown 

Her Tarot cards• the Temperance, the fourteenth Major Arcana card.

Remind me of• Hot cocoa, and Thanksgiving. 

Scents/Inscene • Lavender, Rose, spring water,  rain, Pumpkin, Apple pie, cinnamon, fall leaves, Chamomile, Myrrh, Frankincense, Iris, Angelica, Peony, Angelica, iris, Sandalwood 

My opinion • I like her, but I'm scared of her too. (what a shocker!) 

Prayers• 

Historical-

Holy Queen of Sanctity, we hymn you, Hestia, whose abiding realm is Olympus and the middle point of earth and the Delphic laurel tree! You dance around Apollo’s towering temple rejoicing both in the tripod’s mantic voices and when Apollo sounds the seven strings of his golden phorminx and, with you, sings the praises of the feasting gods. We salute you, daughter of Kronos and Rhea, who alone brings firelight to the sacred altars of the gods; Hestia, reward our prayer, grant wealth obtained in honesty; then we shall always, dance around your glistening throne.

For the lost -

Blessed Hestia, the first and the last, and the always flame. May your light burn bright and strong, May your prayers be those of respect and love, May you guide the lost, And give to those who have nothing. I give thanks to you, Hestia, for all that you have done And continue to do.

For people with intrusive thoughts -

I ask Hestia, the kind goddess, to help those who feel down. May they find comfort and peace inside of their homes and inside their own minds. Protect them for their destructive thoughts, and be the safe place they need so much

A prayer for homeles—

In Hestia’s name, may you always have a home and a roof over your head. May you always be comfortable and warm with a full belly. May you always be in good spirits and good company, never knowing the pervading loneliness that envelopes the soul.

Morning 

Blessed Hestia, Fill this home with your light and bounty, As the day fills it with golden sunshine.

Evening

Glorious Hestia, Let your hearth fire warm this house, As night draws her shadowed cloak over it now.

Blessings of the kitchen-

Hestia bless my little kitchen, I love it’s every nook And bless me as I do my work, Wash pots and pans and cook. May the meals that I prepare, Be seasoned from above, With thy blessings and thy grace, But most of all thy love

Links/websites/sources •

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[shukraastro]

Hello, I am also interested in Vedic astrology, learnt it from KRS and Dr. Arjun Pai and also a big Jungkook fan I saw how you relate nakshatras to events and symbolism in one's life and I wanted to share a very important and fascinating detail about Jungkook. When Jk's mother was pregnant with him she saw rain of gold and the leader of their group BTS, Namjoon (aka RM) gave him a nickname as Golden Mangne. Which means the youngest member and golden because he is good at everything, he's an all rounder, shines at everything. Then, last year he released his first solo album GOLDEN for this very reason as sort of a tribute to the symbolism of gold in his life, even in his merch he included things related to gold or symbolising gold like giving perfumes with real gold flakes in it to selected fans etc. I believe that his relation to the theme gold or golden can also be represented by his future spouse also since he has so many nakshatras in his chart directly related to gold like magha. 

So, I compiled all the nakshatras that has symbolism to gold strictly acc to Dr. Arjun Pai which can hold importance in his future spouse's chart or she can embody the characteristics or themes of these nakshatras. 

1. Ashwini 

Its symbol is a golden chariot, ruled by Ketu. 

Themes - forms of transportation, may like driving fast, youthful looking or much younger than their natural age. 

2. Krittika (can be very important due to strong link with gold) 

It is ruled by sun and rules directly over gold so it has significant influence on the fluctuations of gold prices globally. 

Themes - mole on right chest, good consumer of food, fighter for a social cause, the spiritual warrior, very energetic. 

3. Mrigashira 

It is directly associated with gold, it could also related to Lord Rama chasing the golden deer at the behest of wife Sita. 

Themes - very wealthy, knowledgeable or scholar, Govt. Official etc. 

His snake tattoo could also be symbolic here as sacred animal for Mrigshara is female serpent. 

4. Punarvasu 

Directly related to gold 

Themes - Courageous but cold hearted, excel in arts like poetry and writing, could love technology, love working with computers innovators or inventers, good with languages, hands and mudras (fingers are the body part associated), very strong will power, never gives up, loves white dresses, likes teaching, most self sacrificing Nakshatra, loves and fiercely protect children and animals. 

5. Magha (it can be very prominent as it's Jungkook's birth nakshatra) 

People rich in gold, people born in this nakshatra have prominent big nose, loves their home, love for history or historical documents, worldly power, recognition. 

The form of Lord Ganesha here can be especially important, the form is known as Nritya Ganapati which means "Happy dancer". In which he appears in Golden hue complexion in dancing posture on one leg under wish fulfill tree with four hands. Nritya Ganapati is worshipped especially by dancers. We all know he is a very good dancer, I think she can be a good dancer too. 

Also can be associated with his crown tattoo. 

6. Uttara Phalguni 

It is directly related to Gold. 

Themes - charitable, kind hearted, straightforward, very ambitious, likes to lead a princely life, fitful temper

7. Hasta 

Diety - Savitur name translates to Golden handed everything he touches turns to light, good with hands or designing something or magic. 

Themes - good writers or articulate speakers, good humor, wit and laughter in the natives, or could be sarcastic too, childish or child like mood swings or tendencies of anger. 

8. Vishakha (can be very prominent) 

This nakshatra rules the Golden color itself and it is associated with gold. 

Themes - success through own efforts, bright appearance, humanitarian, conquer and Vanquish their enemies, success matters to them allot, natural born leaders. (she can be self made) 

9. Mula

Nirrti the diety of Ketu ruled Nakshatra mula is described to have golden locks. (her hairs can be peculiar) 

Themes - faces adversity with composure, clever, successful, determined, brave, explorers, impulsive in nature, cut and destroy things that have lost their value, height of material accomplishment, thick lower lips. 

7. Uttara Ashada (can be very prominent) 

Directly associated with gold, it is the 21st nakshatra out of 27 or 28 nakshatra that possess traits of all the previous nakshatras. 

Goodness with Ashwini, Punarvasu, and Pushya 

Will power with Bharani and Anuradha 

Desire with Bharani, Rohini, Mrigashira, and Ashlesha 

Skillfullness with Hasta and Chitra 

Forebearance with Uttara Phalguni, Vishakha and Jyeshtha 

Ancestors with Bharani and Magha 

Abundance with Rohini, Mrigashira, Purva Phalguni and Chitra 

Summit / peak with Mula and Purva Ashada 

Themes - invincible, very patient, enduring, highly righteous and responsible, very humanitarian, workaholic, this Nakshatra also represents latter Victory and they are known to have their golden period after 35 years of age. 

This Nakshatra also has a hidden nakshatra in it's 4th pada that is Abhijit which is a nakshatra that is known to give Aparajit or invincible or indefeatble victory. Which aligns with his Winners never quit tattoo and the fact he refuse to lose no matter what. 

8. Dhanishta (can be very prominent) 

Literally means the wealthiest and is associated with gold also means the most famous, it is also related to rain so could be directly linked with Jk's mother dream about rain of gold. 

It is ruled by Vasus "Gods of abundance" so therefore giver of wealth, precious stones, valuable articles, gold opulence etc. 

Themes - fond of music, Charitable, wealthy, heroic, enjoys music and dance, liberal, rich, bright and young looks, talent in singing and dancing, fine arts, philanthropy, courage, prosperous, upbeat, ambitious, occult knowledge, attached to siblings. 

The for of Lord Ganesha here is seated in the golden lotus. 

Other nakshatras that can be important in her life are-

Bharani - Lord Ganesha is known to have golden yellow color hands in the depiction of this nakshatra. 

Rohini - Lord Ganesha appears with golden yellow complexion with several ornaments. 

Purva Phalguni - Lord Ganesha has golden complexion 

Chitra - Related to Jewellry and Lord Ganesha has golden complexion.

While compiling these nakshatras themes like Artisans, musician, writing, twins (duality), clothes, medicines, past life, history and likes were throughout prominent. 

I think she's going to be very unique and pretty also all these nakshtras tells me that she will be good at many things just like him and very stubborn too, just like him. Hohoho looks like he's going to get some competition. 

Thank you for reading @shukraastro please let me know what you think about this or if you'd like to add some more things. 

Hi,

I didn't know about the Golden youngest nickname I had to look it up.

So anything that has gold related to their name is mainly a theme of Hasta Nakshatra. Hasta has an influence on individuals that it connects names of natives to gold or sun because of its deity. So you will see that such people will have names/nicknames that are related to gold. Hasta's meaning is the golden hand and anything an individual touches or creates becomes gold because these people are very talented. They are very good in arts because it's a Moon ruled Nakshatra and they are prone to perfectionism because it's in Virgo. You mentioned his album Golden. I also see here themes of Hasta: Music (Moon) and the title itself again Golden. But I think here's also a connection to Rohini, because Rohini is also strongly associated with Music.

You mentioned about him being known as the Youngest. I've looked that up and he's very well known for being the most talented among the youngests of all groups which makes him the most favored one of all. This is a strong theme of Rohini. Rohini is the youngest and most favored among all her sisters. We see Rohini people always being very successful exceeding their peers. Rohini is also THE Nakshatra for music and dance along with Revati, these people have a deep love for singing and dancing. The next thing that also falls under Rohini is the perfume you mentioned. Rohini is a Nakshatra which makes individuals very specialized in things like perfumes, quality fabrics, overly expansive jewelry even with food and drinks. They love good quality food and wine - they are big foodies. These people enjoy all the luxurious things in life. Another point is his preference for clothing also matches well with Rohini. They like to wear very comfortable oversized clothes but they also don't shy away from presenting their body when they want to. And the Yoni here is the female serpent.

We always forget Revati guys, he has his Atmakaraka in Revati. She is definitely gonna have a prominent Revati in her D1 or D9 chart. Revati is the wealthiest of all Nakshatra's and is connected to rhythms/music (instruments like drums and string instruments) and dancing (the feet).

Uttara Ashadha could also be present as well as Vishakha. Uttara Ashadha is typically also an all rounder Nakshatra. Vishakha has more intense themes which we can also see in Jungkook's dark image (his style). And just like Rohini, Vishakha is also a Nakshatra which loves quality, especially in food and drinks - another foodie Nakshatra.

As for his tattoo Winners never quit this is more a theme of the Nakshatra's withing the spectrum of Chitra up to Jyeshta, that section of the Nakshatra wheel is highly competitive. Chitra is ruled by Mars - the warrior -, Swati is the fastest and aims for success - ruled by Rahu -, Vishakha is very materialistic in Libra (Venus) so they work hard to achieve success and they don't take defeat and can scheme to win in Scorpio (Mars) -, Anuradha they stick to a team and they do everything to win for their team, Jyeshta is the most competitive of them all they don't give up until they reached to top and they are self made. Jyeshta is a Nakshatra which learns to work from a very young age, they also get seperated from their family very early in life to pursue their career goals and become over achievers compared to their peers. So when it comes to winning and competitiveness the portion from Chitra to Jyeshta becomes very significant.

She could very well share some talents with him like singing or painting but she could be more private on that since he has his Darakaraka in a Ketu ruled Nakshatra, so she will be more drawn back into her privacy compared to him with his publicity and fame which is very Rahuvian. She could have Rahu involved in her spouse indicator placements.

Ashwini, could be strong but more through Ketu, she could have her Ketu in Ashwini which would make her very highly spiritual with a deepened Ketu effect.

[auspicioustidings]

For the 1k requests/suggestions:

Druid!Soap who's protected the lands faithfully and ferociously for years, and Reader, the nature god/goddess/diety/spirit of those lands, decides to reveal herself and reward him for it?

Could go in any direction you want, pure fluff or darker or smut or anything! Just the first idea I had

Ok so you know how you said it could be darker or smut? Got carried away with this one :') This is just feral PWP that was written in one sitting and Johnny is mean as shit in it so pls HEED THE CWs.

Foul Magic

Words: 2.8k

CWs: Non-con, heavy smut, threatened bestiality (sort of, it's a Druid-ey shapeshifting hybrid thing and I have no clue how to CW that)

He was your greatest protector, had been for a decade now. When John MacTavish had offered himself to your service he had been a reckless teen, already an expert at spilling blood. You were no Silvanus, only a simple forest spirit with your own forest to tend and a handful of followers amongst the bordering villages mainly made up of the hunters and foragers who benefited from your kindness. 

“I will pledge myself tae ye for 10 years forest spirit” the young man had called out in the midst of the trees, “and in return I ask that once my service is complete ye reveal yourself tae me.”

It was a strange offer. You had never had anyone pledge themselves to you before. People left offerings certainly, made small shrines, but you had never had a sworn protector. A Druid, you thought, you could make him a Druid. You could finally test what your magic could really do.

Human lives were such short things that you didn't fully believe he would complete the 10 years. The life of a Druid was solitary and hard. He took to it with a violent fury that took your breath away. Never before had the soil been so sustained on the blood of those who sought to plunder its treasures without the proper respect. Every boon afforded him, John took and wielded as if born to hold such power. 

He was magnificent. Bear like in his strength, wolf like in his ferocity, fox like in his cleverness. And all too soon the 10 years was up. You had made a deal and would have to hold to it if you wanted to keep him. And you did want to keep him. The thought of your Druid leaving your forest made the flowers wilt around you.

He strode into your Grove, a man now. He was broad and full of scars proving his devotion to your protection, his hair shaved in at the sides but left long in the middle with braids shot through. You were fascinated by how strong he had become, muscles functional and snuggled under a layer of fat as proof of your care for him, tartan fabric held to his body with only clever pleating and a belt. 

“I have served faithfully for 10 years as was promised, I’ve come tae collect what I’m due.”

“And I hope in those 10 years you have enjoyed my patronage.”

He turned to see you, an ethereal thing made flesh for him. Fucking finally. He strode forward as your fond, soft smile turned to a look of fear, his hand bunching up in your hair and yanking you to look at him. You found that when you tried to shift to another form his magic, the magic you had given him, was weaving through yours to try and block you. The thought that you would be as helpless as some human maiden was horrifying.

“If ye had any sense at all, ye wouldnae have given me all yer power. Did ye really think I’d serve ye for ten years just tae look at ye?” he spat, venomous and unlike the Druid that had spoken worship on the wind to you all this time. “Fucked plenty of virgins in yer wee forest right under yer nose, had them gagging and crying, but none of them have satisfied what it is I really wanted. Been thinking about your tight wee nymph cunt being good and broken on my cock since I could use it, and I am a very patient man when it comes tae the things I want.”

You glowered at him, feeling your magic slide against the wall he had built and glancing off. He grinned an awful beastly grin and threw you to the floor, the slam of your knees on dirt unfamiliar and unpleasant. 

“You cannot do this. Please John, see reason. You are a protector of this place!”

He laughed and circled you, putting a boot firmly to the centre of your back and kicking you down so your face landed in the soil.

“Aye, I was until today. 10 years was the agreement, and now I take payment. Arse up, present properly for yer protector, least ye could do after all this time.”

He surely couldn’t mean to mount you like some beast. The idea that he meant to violate you at all was already unthinkable, but to do it in such a violent and debased manner was unforgivable. 

“You will not do this!”

You flared your power and he shoved it back, forcing it to act against you. He controlled it, the sickening pulse of your own magic being twisted as your body cracked and shifted. It was wrong, some half shift that felt unnatural. You heard the tear of the thin gossamer gown draped over you as something ripped through it. He laughed meanly and you howled in pain as you were grabbed by what you realised was a tail to force your hips up for him. He had done a disgusting thing with your magic, keeping you in your human form with the tail of your wolf form purely to torture you. It was forbidden to do such a thing, to create some new creature outside of nature in any way. You could feel hot tears spilling over as he wrapped the tail around his fist, pulling and twisting horribly. 

“Ye going tae behave? Or dae ye need to find out what I can dae to my own form?”

The implication was horrible. You scrambled with a sob, bracing your knees and moving yourself to present the way he wanted you to. 

“Aww, dinnae want a nice knot?” he said as he leaned over you, pressing his body to yours so his hot, wet breath was panting in your ear. “Maybe ye’d prefer something else.”

His foul magic invaded you again and you could see how your nails sharpened. Your hand barely started to shift into the paw of a snow leopard and you immediately started to plead. If he fucked you using that kind of cock you would surely be torn to shreds.

“P-please! Your cock! Just yours John, I want it.”

“Aye? I dinnae ken if I’m convinced. Maybe it’d be good to get my barbs in ye, fuck you bloody.”

“No please, it… it wouldn’t fill me properly if it wasn’t your human form. Wouldn’t be able to breed me like I want. Please fuck me with your cock John, I want it so badly” you sobbed, bile rising at your own words.

He laughed in dark delight, the hand gripping painfully at your tail letting go to plunge two fingers into you. It felt like you were being penetrated with a hot poker with how little warning he had given. You choked through breaths as your shape twisted back to yourself, tail painfully deforming and the formation of paws reversing. 

“Good thing yer body is backing ye up. So fucking wet and messy already little slut, knew ye’d be drooling for my cock.”

He noticed how you were taking shuddering breaths, clearly fixating on a spot in the distance to try and dissociate. That wouldn’t do at all and he ripped apart what was left of the thin gossamer so he could bring his open palm hard to the meat of your ass. He knew by how you squealed that nobody had ever taken a hand to you before and it was delicious.

Breaking you was all he had ever wanted, it was all he thought about when his cock was deep inside some new needy cunt or tight arse or wet mouth. He hated how after they would try to keep him as if he was something to be owned by anyone else. He had lost count of the lives he had taken from losing his temper over it. But now that he had you crying in the dirt, pussy throbbing around his fingers, he wanted to savour it. 

Your nails clawed at the ground and you tried to get onto your hands and crawl forward when his fingers left you and instead he buried his head between your legs. His grip on your thighs was painfully tight, yanking you right back into position with your arms collapsing back under you, face down ass up. 

It was too much, his tongue was wet and squirming and hot and inside you. He meant to devour you, to ruin you entirely. You had about braced to be fucked, but not for this, not for the intense spark of heady desire that came from this. 

“Fuckin’ knew it, knew ye’d taste sweeter than anything else” he growled against you as he released one thigh to get his fingers on your clit, needing to get you wetter to sait the thirst for your arousal that was burning through him now. “Dae ye taste good everywhere?”

“J-John! Ah you can’t, not there” you babbled as he licked up to your rim, diving into it with the same enthusiasm as he had your pussy. 

It was disgusting how he tongued up the slick that was weeping from your cunt to drag it to your ass, plunging his tongue in and out of your hole and driving you absolutely mad. This was debauched. The trees were creaking and groaning around you, powerless to help their mistress.

“Tell me ye fucking love it.”

“Stop, please!”

“Fucking say it” he growled, sinking his teeth into the same flesh he had slapped earlier. 

You screamed, sure he must have used that horrid magic again to sharpen his teeth to that of a predator with how you felt the skin break, his tongue lapping at the trickle of blood he had earned himself. 

“I love it” you said quietly, ashamed.

“Use your fucking words.”

The threat of his teeth was still there, they were scraping against your clit.

“I love your tongue in my ass! It’s perfect, thank you so much, making me so w- making me so wet” you moaned out, feeling your cunt clench with the shame of knowing it wasn’t quite a lie.

“Good girl” he purred, the praise vibrating through you. “Should reward ye naw? What dae ye want?”

There was a dark warning laced in his tone. You knew there was a wrong answer and you wouldn’t dare to give it. If you pleaded for a stop to this he would do much worse to you than if you pleaded for the less painful option.

“Want to cum on your mouth, want to cum on your cock in my pussy.”

“Mm? Whose mouth? Whose cock?”

You squeezed your eyes shut against the utter humiliation this human was making you face.

“Yours… master.”

“Atta girl.”

He laughed behind you before bringing that sinful mouth to latch onto your clit. He sucked hard and then lapped at it like a beast until you were squirming only to then go to your opening and make sure he got every drop of sweet liquid drooling out of you. It was torturous as your body betrayed you over and over again, pliant and gushing for him. He kept you on the edge of euphoria for what felt like hours before you broke.

“Fuck! Please master, want to cum!” 

The panting moans were brainless, you were so desperate. He cooed at you, his tone saccharine even as his words were degrading.

“Needy wee slut, cannae keep your legs closed can ye? Disgusting bitch tae let a man do this tae ye. Bet ye dream of walking into the village and letting everyone have a go at this sloppy cunt.”

“Only you master, please please please!”

“Aye, only me.”

His tongue which had been wild before was now lethally precise, the tip of it flicking rapidly at your throbbing clit. As you felt yourself crest he wrenched one of your arms to put your own hand there while he removed his face. Out of some hedonistic instinct you started to play with yourself to make the orgasm last, so stupid from the pleasure that it took a moment for the pain to sink in as his cock was forced inside you to the hilt.

Johnny was in rapture. Forcing himself in while your poor cunt was fluttering and clenching on nothing was almost painful from how tightly his cock was being squeezed. Your body was panicked, pleasure and pain at their height at the same time making you so incredibly tight and hot for him. Fuck, the way you were pulsing around him it was almost like getting a blow job, the ripple of wet pressure making him howl out his pleasure against your screech of pain.

He had already so thoroughly broken you that when he started to fuck you at a brutal pace you just drooled and cried and babbled. The distinction between pain and pleasure, what you hated and what you loved, was completely erased. It was all the same liquid heat inside of you that was demanding this. Demanding for you to be fucked savagley into the dirt, for you to take everything he had to give you. Demanding to be bred like the bitch in heat you were.

“I ken sweetheart, ye need tae earn it. Cum around my cock again.”

You didn’t even know what you were saying out loud and what thoughts were your own anymore as your clumsy fingers slipped around on your clit, trying to create friction despite the smooth glide from how much you dripped with arousal. You could feel the stickiness on your fingers, feel tendrils stretching lewdly in a connecting strand whenever you moved them away from your skin.

“Fucking dae it, cum on my cock!” 

It was a lightning storm of pain versus pleasure ripping through you as he adjusted to slam into that spongy spot inside you that set off every nerve ending over and over with no reprieve. At the same time he began to absolutely brutalise your ass with his open palms, violent and unrestrained. There was a gush of liquid as you came, screaming your throat raw.

John had never felt so powerful. You had been reduced to a squirting, screaming mess underneath him, a fucking animal begging in the dirt. He handled you how he liked, went as hard as he wanted. Any human would have broken. Any human would have fucking died with how he finally unleashed the beast inside of him, finally married violence with sex the way he had always wanted. 

“That’s it, fucking daft bitch, stupid wee brood mare, made tae fucking take it!”

You were begging again, nothing left in your brain but the desperation to be bred by a strong male. He was happy to do it, loyal protector that he was. Happy to give you exactly what you whined and mewled for, slamming home and cumming deep inside you. He fucked you through his own orgasm. He fucked you even when it was painful. It wasn’t until his cock finally slipped out, spent and struggling to find any purchase when he wasn’t fully engorged given how fucking sloppy you were.

He pushed you away after, leaving you a pile on the floor panting and ruined. Sitting back on his heels he had to take a moment for the dizziness from what had just happened to subside. Time for him to get out of this forest he supposed. He was not welcome on this land anymore. As he stood he took stock. While his kilt simply draped again to cover the sticky mess you had left on his skin and the dirt on his knees was easy enough to dust off, your gown was torn to shreds, your body beaten and bruised. He was perhaps a little surprised when your eyes opened and you blinked at him.

You felt the delicious strain of the most satisfying fuck of your life, only opening your eyes when you heard him get to his feet. Oh, he thought he was leaving. His eyes lit up with confusion and a tiny spark of feral delight as vines erupted from the ground to ensnare his ankle. Silly boy, thinking you powerless. If you had truly imbued him with the amount of your power he had deluded himself that you had, his human body would have burnt up and been dust on the wind years ago. It was laughable that he would have been able to block your magic.

“Did you truly think I didn't know your intentions from the start? Oh John, you are mine” you said with the fond bemusement one might have for a grumpy child. “Now come and perform your duty to your mistress, I am hardly done with you.”

[prettypinkporkchop]

Paul lahote x fem reader

Witch

Because you are a witch, you know about wolves and vampires. Even the hybrids. You have no powers, but you can manipulate energy. You can see premonitions. You get vibes of people and places.

You blow out your lavender candle and lay down to fall asleep.

The wind. Your hair is flowing. You look at your hands. It's a lucid dream. You're in the woods, and vampires are running in a circle around you, holding hands and laughing at you. You have no fear. You understand this is a message. You look up to the sky and see the moon hiding behind the tops of all the trees. "Spirits, tell me what this means." You say softly.

The laughing stops. The vampires are not holding hands anymore. They are still in a circle and staring at you with anger. They're still like wood. You turn around to look at the other vampires that stand behind you, but in the circle, there stands a brown wolf. He suddenly howls.

You jump up and out of breath. It's morning already. "Good, gravy." You sigh.

You walk out of your house and get in your car. Time to go collect some sand and beach water.

You bend down with your jar to fill the glass with water. Your feet stand in the shallow of the water.

You scense a wolf around you. You stand up, closing your jar, and looking around. In the sand, watching you, there stands a shirtless man. You walk towards him, remembering to keep your lips zipped about the legends. You get close enough to him and you make eye contact.

His eyes widen. You knew.

Shit.

"Uhm. Hey, I'm Paul. I'm just curious as to what you are doing." He smiles at you.

"Hey, Paul. I'm y/n. I am just collecting some ocean water for some... art." You had to think fast. But art? That's the best you've got?

"Ah! An artist!" He smirks. You feel his tension. You sense his feelings. They're so heavy and surround you. It's passionate. It's protective. Most of all, love.

---couple months later---

Paul's warm hand roams your side. You two are lying next to each other and staring into each other's eyes. His fingertips brushing your skin as he slightly lifts your top.

"Can you read my mind?" Paul asks. You giggle and place your hand on his cheek. "No, baby. But I can sense how you feel." You smile widely, searching deeper into his eyes.

"Then, is it crazy that I already love you? Is it crazy that I'd marry you now?"

"Paul, I love you too. I'm your imprint. We are bound together. We can marry now!" You press your lips on his. He grabs your arms, pulling you on him as he lays on his back. You straddle him, placing each hand beside his head. He keeps a strong grip on your arms. His kiss is very urgent. He doesn't want to lose you.

The door busts open, "y/n!" A frantic voice yells. Thank God you guys are dressed. You pull away to see Seth standing there in panic. "Better be important. You don't barge in like that, kid." Paul growls at him.

You feel a tinge of fear and your heart races. Seth's aura changes.

"I'm so sorry. Y/n, Sam needs you quick. Paul, come out here, too. Wolves are meeting." You two jump out. You look at Paul. "This is bad." You say as he grabs your hand.

"There's a new vampire in town. He attacked Brady, our newest wolf. He's still alive, just hurt." Sam says sternly.

"Y/n, I need you because I'm want to know if you can catch a glimpse of anything we need to know." He looks at you with a softer expression than how he looks at the pack.

"I can try." You nod your head. You take a deep breath in and then out. You close your eyes, asking for the universe to give you anything. You'll give a diety an offering after this.

Your soul leaves your body. You travel towards the high school in forks. Something is dragging you there. The school doors open and you enter. There stands a teacher. He's teaching his class. But, he is the vampire. You sense evil and a dark plan. You don't know what it is, but it's not good.

You jump back with a breath and look at the pack who are looking at you with pleading eyes for answers.

"Forks High School. A male teacher. He has an evil plan. He's wearing contacts to disguise his eyes."

"Damn it." Embry curses. "Alright, is there any way you can find out where he is right now?" Sam asks with guilt from asking you so much. "Let me see." You close your eyes again.

You jump back out of your body, "Take me, please, thank you." You say to the Gods. You're teleported into the parking lot of the native library. He's reading the legends and smirking with confidence.

"Library." You simply say, as you continue to watch him.

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