#bird headed snake goddess

[harvestflutterfemme]

“The triumphantly female Bird-Headed Snake Goddess comes to us from pre-dynastic Egypt. Made of terra cotta, she emphasizes her breasts and buttocks with dignity and strength, reminding us of the power and beauty of the female body. The undulations of her form suggest those of a snake, and she simultaneously sends her energy deep into the earth and high into the sky. The statute is sometimes considered a worshiper of the Goddess, sometimes the Goddess herself. Yet she is both, reflecting the ancient knowledge that human and divine are one, just as she integrates the earthly snake and celestial bird. She is the Great Goddess, calling down blessings on her worldly self. Ultimately, she is a Goddess of Thanksgiving, celebrating life incarnate. The bird and the Goddess have been associated for millennia, from the time of the Great Goddess of Willendorf to the Annunciation of Mary. Like the Goddess-Creatrix, birds are central figures in the creation myths from all over the world. Bird, snake, and Goddess have been with us since the beginning. Many of these myths also associate woman, bird and water, evoking primordial birthplace in womb and ocean. Similarly, geometric markings on ancient Bird and Snake Goddesses represent life-giving moisture. As we remember, contemplate and dance the dance of the Bird-Headed Snake Goddess, we join earth and sky, human and animal, recognizing the divine as One in each and all of us.” The Bird Headed Snake Goddess, Africa 4000 B.C.E

[mx-your-name]

His Goddess

Possessive!Adam x Goddess!Reader

Warning: Yandere theme, Possessive Adam, nothing really about murder besides Adam’s dead and Sinners

Prompt: You are both of the goddess of Creation and Destruction

-It started off as you making a meeting of you and the rest of the gods and goddess about certain things that need to be taken care of and made a full balanced out scale so nothing could get destroyed or messed up.

-You were running a bit late since you had others to deal with.

-Your advisor who was the one to help out with your schedule had you do some stuff almost making you fully late to the meeting that you had set up.

“No! I told you! We need to act now! Heaven and Hell are going to destroy each other!” A female yelled. She was wearing a flowy white outfit, short white sleeves that stayed on her shoulder and across her chest making a big V shape. A cut on each side of the dress on each side of her legs so they could stick out. Some gold draped over her waist with a white blindfold over her eyes representing her covering her eyes so wouldn’t be able to cheat on the winning side. There was a scale on the table beside her where she could determine on what side to decide to choose from. A lion next to where she sits at the table. This was Themis the goddess of Justice and Law.

“I say they continue, it’s the only way to figure out the war! They need to sort this out themselves, we cannot interfere with anything or that’ll mess up everything that he built up! And they are to know nothing about our existence!” A male shouted back across the circular table from her. He was wearing mostly full armor and a helmet, he had a spear that slid into the chair arm rest that he sat on so he wouldn’t have to keep holding it. A red cape that fell behind him against his back. His shield that he always carried around next to him. There was mostly red and dark red on his clothes which represented the blood and violence. This was Ares the god of War and Courage

“Well we need to decide something or they'll be with each other and there won’t be anyone else any longer!” Themis responded back, her lion growling at the god of War. “I say that it goes on! They can decide their own damn fate with you determining what to happen with your stupid scale!” Ares remarked back, a tick appearing on his head as Themis gritted her teeth in anger. “Oh I can’t watch this! Why can't we all get along and love each other..” a male muttered to himself, he was wearing a white sash that goes over his body covering everything up. Giant white wings on his back that were against his back. This was Eros the god of Love and Desire, or as others call him Cupid.

Placing his fingers up his face pressing one against his mouth, as he glanced between the two who were fighting about the situation at hand. He sat beside the goddess of justice on the right side of her. A sigh comes from across Eros as he looks over to see a female that had a bird on her arm as she fed it. She was wearing a green draped dress that went down to her ankles, some green vines snaking around her head and on top of her head forming a flower crown that grew from the vines and bushes. This was Demeter the goddess of Nature and Fertility.

“What do you think about this matter, Demeter?” Eros asked, smiling a gentle closed smile. “I honestly don’t care about it unless it involves me, Eros. After all there’s really nothing we can do without interfering with what's happening between them both.” Demeter said, being fully honest about everything she stated. Eros felt his cheeks turn red, a bit admirable of the woman in front of him.

“Who cares what you think! I’m the god of War! And I say let it happen, how else did I solve my situation?” Ares slammed his hands on the table as he stood up glaring at Themis who also got up from her seat. “That doesn't mean anything! We need to stop it! And who cares about the war you’ve been through? You wanted to be in that war! And you know it!” Themis commented, anger written on her face.

Ares was going to resort back but was cut off by a loud voice enough in through the room. “That’s enough for both of you!” All attention went to you who was at the head of the table, Ares on your right and Themis on your left with Demeter next to Ares and Eros next to Themis. Both of them muttered sorry with a bow, immediately sitting back down after that.

You wore a long white and gold cloak that would almost reach the ground with a white looking dress that reached to the ground practically dragging against it. It wasn’t bigger than your height, instead it was made that way to shrink or grow depending on the height you wanted to go along with the same thing with the other gods and goddesses. Your black boots covered by the clothing, taking a seat as you started talking. You were the goddess of Creation and Destruction.

Everyone nodding their heads as they look at you, “Now let’s discuss what the situation is at hand. The heaven exterminators that have been killing sinners.” Glancing over at everyone then continuing on. “Does anyone have any ideas on what we should do about this at hand?” Questioning as you look towards Ares first letting him speak.

“I believe that we should just let them figure out their war against each other. If we intervene at all it could mess up everything and everyone would also find out about our existence which is supposed to stay a secret.” Ares explained knowing what might happen if you all stopped everything or tried to reveal yourselves. Nodding your head at the end of his words, “I see.. Themis? What do you have to say about this?”

“I think, sorry. I know that this is an incredibly stupid idea! If we don’t do anything then we are gonna have to keep reincarnating every single person that dies at the hand of the angels or they get completely wiped from this world of their existence! We’ve already had over 500 sinners dead since the last five extermination.” Themis went on, she was one to be level headed but at this point her patience was running thinner and thinner.

Letting out a hum as you quickly snapped your fingers making tea appear in front of everyone in the room. “Drink some tea and calm down Themis. You too Ares. Yelling isn’t gonna get anything done correctly.” You told them, Themis letting out a breath and drinking some of your tea as Ares just grumbles but doesn’t say anything else. “[Name], if I may speak up. I think we should be focused on those IMP’s right now. They’ve been destroying everything on Earth and killing people after people without a care in the world.”

Demeter spoke calmly, looking over at you as she pet her bird that sat on her finger. “Ah yes that was another problem I was going to discuss. Thank you for reminding me Demeter. Now about the IMP’s I think we should-” getting cut off by your words when a loud thud was heard at the other end of the room in front of the giant door. Everyone's head snaps towards the door, as the person who distrusted the meeting. You knew everyone would never intrude during the meetings especially even go near the room.

The person stood up grumbling looking around the room to see it was quite large, vines climbing up the walls to represent Nature, heart shaped lighting to represent Cupid, knight armor to represent War, scale alongside the walls to represent Justice, and nice interior design made from Creation. Getting a better look at the male face who looked at the five of you. Demeter eyes widened in surprise, Ares sprinting out his drink on accident eyes wide, Themis jaw was on the floor at who the male was, and Eros was freaking out.

You on the other hand were also surprised but shocked on how this could’ve happened. “Is… is that..?” Eros started, pointing his finger at the male who was shocked at your guy's height being even taller than him. “Who the fuck are you guys?” You recognized that look, clearing your throat as you softly smiled. “Welcome, Adam. Though I must ask what are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be up..here.”

You spoke smoothly, staring down at him with your eyes peering at him. “Oh I don’t know. I got fucking stabbed and killed! Where the hell am I?” He said sarcastically, everyone was whispering to themselves on what to do since no one besides them and their workers are supposed to be up high on these levels. Not even Sera was allowed up here. “Well if you must know you’re in the Tower of Heaven, Adam. Or as other people know it is the highest power that’s above where Gods stay and observe both heaven and hell.”

You explained guestering to the gods and goddess that sit at the table in front of him. Getting up from your seat as you go over to where Adam was three times divided by your height. Sitting down on your knees, scooping him up into your hands lifting him up to your eye level. Adam took a step back from how tall you and the others loomed over him.

“I sincerely apologize. I wasn’t expecting how this is how our first encounter would go. Especially when meeting you, Adam.” You apologized, smiling gently at him. “Uh-huh.. so this place is what? A fucking place for you tall ass gods? There’s no fu- sorry, way that there’s more than one god.” Crossing his arms, a pink blush lightly across his face that was very light for anyone to see. But Eros could feel the slightest of love coming from where Adam is standing, silently squealing internally.

“Yes, he is indeed the original and the most powerful but we’re the gods who represent other things. Eros is the god of love, Demeter the goddess of nature, Ares the god of War, and Themis the goddess of Justice.” You said adjusting Adam into one hand so he wouldn’t fall, pointing at every single god in the room who greeted him in a simple head nod, a wave, or just a simple hello. “And what are you the goddess of? Being hot and sexy?” A smirk was on his face as he looked up at you, placing a hand over your mouth as you let out a laugh.

“No no. I’m the goddess of creation and destruction. I’m mostly second in command of all the gods and demigods.” You told him, placing him back down on the ground. Once he was on it you stood up to your full height which was about 40 feet tall. With a snap of your fingers the whole room shifted into a normal sized room so everything wasn’t so big for the first man. Your once 40 foot tall figure is now around ten tall along with the other good and goddess in the room.

“They're much better, so you won’t have to keep looking up at us,” you joked laughing a bit.

-After that encounter and when the meeting was over you had taken a stroll around the place with Adam explaining why he was here and not back in heaven. Your reasoning being that once someone ACTUALLY die you were either completely deleted or reincarnated by the hands of you guys

-But since it was THE Adam he was able to stay here and observe people and do whatever he wanted. Though he wouldn’t be able to go back to heaven since that would mess up everything

-Time continued to pass and during that you and Adam would get closer and closer each passing day

-He felt like he was falling more in love everytime he saw you or when you talked.

-You were single to so it was a plus for him

-He’d be the more possessive type of lover, as day passed he felt the need to stay by your side no matter what

-Whether it was a gods meeting, you in your office, checking up on heaven, hell, and Earth, or just strolling around the garden enough the view of everything

-Wherever you went he went. And where he went you went. Since this is gonna have to be a two way thing, after all your lovers friends

-Eros felt the love come off from Adam whenever he was near which was every second

-Not only did Eros the god of love feel the love but he felt the love was more possessive and a bit obsessive but more on the possessive side

-He didn’t care about it since it was still love

-Not much between the Dickmaster and Cupid; the first man doesn’t really like how he talks about love especially with you but when it’s someone else it’s cool with him just stay away from you and then the two of them will be cool

-Demeter didn’t really feel the need to get to know Adam since she knew everything about him but respected him enough as another demigod like god of sea, god of animals, etc, etc

-Ares oh geez don’t let those two stay in a room too long all they're gonna talk about is the war that they were in. Ares being the non stop against humans and other gods while Adam was against the sinners in hell

-Ares respected Adam, and Adam respected Ares back

-Themis and Adam is a completely different level of dislike

-Not like Themis HATES Adam or anything just doesn’t.. trust him

-How could she when her scale is always lower on one side than the other? And it wasn’t the good side

-Sometimes it’s balanced

-Now back to the two of you! You could care less on what Adam thinks of you if it was a lover, friend, family, or whatnot

-You were a goddess of creation and destruction you could do anything you want

-You also made Adam his own room in an instant once he had came to the Tower of Heaven

-It wasn’t ever used. Adam always slept in your room after the his first week stay and getting to know you better

-Adam has apologized multiple times for cursing in front of you or the other gods when getting a glare or look that told him to not say any of those words. He started using it less and less but still uses it time to time when with you, you didn’t say anything about it much unless he was cussing WAY to much

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

Thor, Shiva, Poseidon, and Hades meeting their child, but they are created by humans using splices of their DNA during battle. Would they kill their child, or surrender the fight for their child?

💜 Anon <3

Thank you for the request! I ate this up like a fucking gourmet meal. I had a bit of a hard time on Hades part deciding, and like you asked in pms I didn't add in Shiva. Thank you for requesting!

Warnings: reader death, gn reader swearing, angst, Poseidon being Poseidon, wounds, ooc characters.

Request: Yes.

Words: 3,064.

Thor

Humans were distasteful, obnoxious and utterly shameless creatures. That was known to the gods as soon as they chose to pave their own paths and religions. And destroy the land granted to them by doing so. Ragnarok was a pointless arena full of boisterous clowns who’d assumed they had a chance. Thor was going to shatter those hopes.

The arena was deathly quiet as Thor was introduced as the first God up, Zeus’ plan to crush the hopes and dreams of fellow humans. On the god’s side of the arena, Goddesses, demi-gods, nymphs and others alike cheered at his arrival, despite his silent annoyance. 

Heimdal cleared his throat, speaking into the mic to introduce Thor’s opponent. “And on the human side we have a guest made specifically to mimic the humans creators. Using the DNA of the righteous Thor. A man-made god. Child against Father. Introducing (Y/n)!” 

It was a shushed silence of horror between man and god, a tense silence and a deadly aura. Zeus was shocked, though a look of slight interest was on his face. Aphrodite and Hermes had their hands over their mouths. And as expected Ares was yelling out a string of curses against the humans who dared defile godly presence. 

Brunhilde, ever the calm, had her arms crossed over her chest whilst Goll couldn't even bring herself to speak. A man-made god? It sounded distasteful and shockingly sad. 

The humans all had different reactions as well, Qin was overly interested, Adam was disappointed, Sasaki could only voice his thoughts in bitterness. “Their whole creation.. For a fight? How pitiful.” 

Of course, the norse gods were to be affected the most out of this. The room's atmosphere seemed to darken, Odin’s nails digging into the chair and crumbling it under his strength. Pesky humans, making a child out of Thor’s dna? The thought alone caused his blood to boil, soaking the others in his rage as the aura of the room grew dark. Of course he couldn't leave it to those human pests to play fair, rather to stoop low enough to challenge their pride.

Loki’s smile shaped across his face big enough to threaten to tear the skin at his cheeks, his fingers grasping at his cheeks and dragging them down his face, tongue snaking out as his eyes trend towards that damned Valkyrie. What an interesting specimen indeed. 

Thor had a straight face, though underneath that facade was a brewing storm. How.. Interesting. Facing what would be his child in a battle to the death. A kin he’d never met before, a kin he had no share of memories with. A kin he didn't even know he existed. Mjollnir felt heavier in his grasp for a moment. And he didn't quite understand why. You resemble him quite a bit. But was that something he should be proud of, as a person he’d never known existed. 

Then, why was he so hesitant? Even the birds flying ahead seemed to quiet right down, joining the silence in the stadium. 

“What is your name?”

“(Y/n).”

You had his quiet atmosphere too. How intriguing. Or perhaps you were stripped of those emotions a long while ago? He would have those human heads on a rope after he finished this fight.

“Ready yourself. Show me what a child of thunder can possess.” 

Grabbing his hammer from its place next to him, he readied himself, and the clash between child and father began. You used no weapon, only the condensed electricity you created from fingertips. What an interesting being. No. How interesting his child was. You had complete control of lighting, redirecting his own power and using it back against him. You were quite fast too. Was this a branch of the power you controlled in that tiny body of yours, (Y/n)? 

The insane grin that nabbed at Thor’s face while he fought felt like parental bonding. If only for a fleeting moment. He wondered, did you enjoy fighting as much as he did? The adrenaline, the pain, the excitement? But nothing showed through those unperturbed serious eyes of yours. 

He of course noticed your changes. Your body couldn't handle the surplus of power. You were deteriorating. Such was the curse of a god being produced by a human. Your mortality would be your demise. So why did he want to stop despite all of the emotion of the fight running through his veins like smoldering lava? 

Stopping wasn't a possibility though. In this tournament of power it was kill or be killed, slay or be slain.

Somewhere deep down, Thor knew you knew this was it. The final remnants of battle. Your finishing move skewered the sky apart in a flurry of blinding light, The loud crackle of lightning hitting the ground had everyone but him closing their eyes and turning away as dust blew through the stadium. He felt it though. The pain you felt in your attack. Against your creators, your family, against him. Against the world. The bloodthirsty need for revenge.

As it died down hitched gasps of shock and whispers of sweet ignorance rang through the air. Thor could feel that damned Valkyries eyes cutting through him like razor blades. 

Falling to the ground, You broke apart into gorgeous green crystals that blew through the stadium in a soft wind. Through chill, glazing over eyes you saw Thor standing above you, nodding his head in proud approval. And what a wonderful emotion that was, flooding through your systems. The tears that filled your vision blurred out the world, hand outstretching in a final attempt to reach towards him but falling short. Your body stiffened, deteriorating. 

Maybe in another time, things would have been different. Things would've been happier. Maybe you would've survived. Maybe in a different universe you and him were close, maybe you knew each other. The world was full of unfilled and empty maybes. Like a tapestry of lies. 

“Rest, dear child of mine. I will seek the revenge your soul deserves.” 

Poseidon

This whole thing was an annoyance to Poseidon. A Valkyrie thinks humanity deserves a chance and the gods agreed? What petty foolishness. They should have wiped the floor with those pesky vermin without a second glance. Yet here he stood, with half the stadium full of them and the other half full of slightly smarter idiots.

Only one person here deserved any glaces; and that was his elder brother and Hades alone. 

After giving the obnoxious audience some time to calm down, Heimdal began to speak, “And for our humans side, produced from splices of the sea gods dna himself, I present to you, (Y/n!)”

The stadium went utterly silent. As if everyone was afraid to move a muscle, despite (Y/n) herself, walking up through the water with ease. The aura in the stadium was changing, darkening down in the belly of anger. Loki was ferocious, but amused all the while, hands coming up to cup his face as insane laughter echoed through from his place on one of the other thrones. Were these humans crazy or just stupid? Making a man-made god from one of the most feared to walk the mortal realm and Valhalla itself? Why of course they had to be, no one in their right minds would do such a desperate thing to win. Aphrodite and Shiva were in a silent state of shock and anger, while from a different room, Thor lifted his head in interest.

Brunhilde held a grin that showed her pearly whites, loving the gods' reactions. Did they truly think she wouldn't pull the strings as tight as they could go? “Sis.. That's.. That's terrible!” Goll was in a state of denial shock, looking down at the arena where the two fighters stood. 

 Sasaki’s hand rose to rub his chin in thought. “What matching auras those two have. I wonder, do they have the same mind, or were they carved into indifference differently?” Raiden laughed, one of borderline disbelief. “That poor kid. Made just for the fight huh?” The emotions ranged differently. Tesla wanted to know through what where you produced? How many failures were there before you? Science. 

Zeus’ aura threatened his temper, his muscles bulking up and his hand raising to stroke his beard in interest. Through what thought process did those humans thought they would get away with something like this? Hades was in a silence, deep in thought and emotions indecipherable. Ares was in an uproar and Hermes was sipping tea in amused interest.

Poseidon himself had no thoughts or words despite what he came here to do. It didn’t matter if you were made from his Dna or from his skin alone. Standing in front of him was another being unworthy of his time and his precense. Though, you both did look alike and share the same steely resolve. 

“Insolent pest.” You both shared a mirrored scowl, your head tilting to the side in mocking defiance. 

“Lily-livered snot sniffer.” 

Zeus let out a laugh of pure amusement. eyebrows shooting up, whilst a smirk curled up on Hades face. 

Poseidon faced what seemed to be a mirror image of himself. And that was not something he took kindly to. Especially not your attitude either. With a burst of speed Poseidon was on top of you, Trident already thrusting directly at your face. Although, you weren't his child for no reason at all. 

Poseidon narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as you parried his attack with water. That was his domain. Though it seemed now it ran through the blood relation you both had. How interesting it was, such an inadequate person could control such a sliver of water with a few twitches of fingertips. Blood splattered across the floor or the arena before anyone could muster up a gasp, eyes widening. 

“Th-There seems to have been blood dropped already! (Y/n) has sliced the Great Poseidon straight across the chest!” Heimdal screamed out, much to both of your annoyances. So this, this beast of a man was your father? No wonder you acted like a snob. The both of you disappeared from sight again, after images fleeting across the arena as you both taught toe to toe. Like a dance. Poseidon was almost impressed. But his copy was just a copy and the original was always the better of the options. 

He spun around his Trident, dripping with the blood from your cheek and shot forwards, releasing a barrage of attacks. Amphitrite. Though you weren't so slow not to catch up, even shooting past some of his attacks enough to make him back up. More blood splattered across the floor of the arena. The both of you now suffering wounds. 

You manipulated water with ease, he had picked up on, making weapons out of it and shields. Even waves to try and knock him around. Though you weren't the only one that could control water. Your movements were filled with underlying anger, he'd noted. Anger towards what? He didn't know and he didn't bother to ask either. He didn't come here for a sob story. 

You pierced him through the side with a spear of water, and he did the same to you, the both of you twisting around. You were beginning to get dizzy, blood loss affecting you. He'd noticed the rings on your hands seemed to be your divine weapon. Though you could likely control water just fine without it too. 

The fight ended three minutes after it started, his Trident plowing through your stomach. He let your body slide down towards him, your hands gripping onto the poke of the Trident. “Not bad.” He said bluntly, eyes widening as you raised a hand, severing his arm from his shoulder in a lasting rage before breaking apart into the air in a flurry of green. 

He moved off the arena with silence, leaving you to disperse into the rest of the air. Good enough to be his child, no. But.. A worthy opponent indeed. You'd even managed to take off his arm. 

“Not bad at all..”

Hades

Hades was here for one reason. To avenge his dear brother. He didn't bat an eye at the disputing differences between humans and the other gods, his eyes held a calmness as he was introduced into the arena. The crowd sounded excited to some extent, he'd noted. Yet again, it wasn't everyday you got to see the god of the underworld come up for a fight. He had business to attend to yes, but this was much a more important matter to handle. 

“Created by humans in the image of Hades, I present to you, (Y/n)! Representing humanity for this round of Ragnarok! Don't let them surprise you, made from Hades Dna, they're expected to pack a punch.” Heimdal introduced you to the field, much to his interest and the gods' anger. 

What did they mean, a human made god? What bullshit. Shiva laughed at the thought of it, hiding a bout of anger under it all. How annoying. Those humans really thought they could create a god of all things. Why, it was just laughable. Buddha's eyebrows shot up in keen interest, a smirk taking up on his lips. “Well well.. Looky here. Brunhilde, you sly Valkyrie, using Hades' love of family against him.” Loki and Aphrodite's mouths were slightly slack as they stared down at you. “Well.. Aren't they just gorgeous?” Aphrodite murmured. 

Brunhilde held a wicked grin as her and Hades shared eye contact, her smile only widening in amusement. Ah, the looks on their faces. It was something she could lounge in for days. 

The humans were filled with interest, Adam sitting up a bit against Eve's lap. “A man made god? But how?” Technology wasn't his thing, suffice to say the least. Qin was quite amused, leaning forwards to view the arena better. And Jack hummed. “I sense quite the amount of anger in that young one's veins.” “Anger?” Adam questioned, frowning. “Why of course, good sir.” Jack poured some tea, “Hoe would you like, being created simply for the purpose of war? A shame it would be, yes?” 

Zeus and Adamas stared down into the arena, eyes wide in utter shock. “What do those filthy pests think they're doing!? Using my brother's DNA to make.. Make a pawn!” Adamas bellowed out, making his anger known to the group. “Calm now, dear brother. Humans can stoop quite low when they feel threatened. I expected no less.” Zeus rasped, clearing his throat. “You're just okay with this!?” Ares choked out, “Why no, I'm quite.. Pissed, Ares.” Zeus responded, steam rolling into the air from his small noodle body. 

Hades held an expression nothing less of surprise, though it calmed almost immediately. So, this could be considered his child? Why, they both did look strikingly similar. From the nose to the eyes down to the tips of their toes. How interesting. He took a step towards, though not a threatening one, holding his weapon with a firm hand. “I am here to avenge my brother. My apologies, little one.” 

“I am here.. Because I have to be.” That didn't seem a reason that involved importance. Rather more than force. But could he really do this? Yes, his brother was family but this.. Spawn was as well. Hades wore he would protect his family to the best of his ability, wasn't that going against his words? 

He launched forwards, and you dodged him with ease, slicing your skin open with the iron claw-like ring you wore on your finger. And the blood transformed. How interesting. He dodged the incoming weapon, made from straight blood and twisted around to stab at your side, catching the skin of your shirt only. Well aren't you just a quick one on your feet?

That was something he could respect. You seemed well trained. Despite the blows dealt between the both of you, Hades could tell there was an underlying rage. Towards humans? He'd wondered. Well, that would make sense. You've been used from the day you were born. How much of that could you take though. 

He sent you flying back into the wall with a timed attack, watching you crawl back to your feet. “Not bad, for someone not trained by a god's hand.” 

“Not bad for a dead man.” Your words were blunt as you charged forwards, and Hades' side stepped, at this point just toying with you a bit. This was a hard decision. And Zeus and Adams were on their toes about what his answer would be. 

The fighting lasted for a good long while, the both of you covered in blood. You staggered forwards after a long while. Honestly, he was impressed. Hades never knew someone could withstand blood loss as long as he could. Perhaps it ran in the genes. His opponents' defenses were open. 

The tip of his bidet tore into your skin, and he watched you prepare through the ending blow. Pulling away his bidet with a drawn out hesitant breath, Hades knelt down, and brushed some hair from your eyes, before extending his hand. 

“Come on, (Y/n). Let's go home.” 

The series of words were weird and (Y/n) wasn't used to them. No, you weren't used to them at all. But his eyes held the gentleness of a warm bath after a long tiring day. He supported your weight as you both stood up, surrendering the fight to the humans. 

“I won't let you fall into their hands again, kid. We have a lot to learn about each other. You are angry. And you deserve to be angry. And you deserve to process.” 

Hades wondered what Poseidon would have thought of this? Would he think of him as a coward? That didn't matter now. He had a child to introduce to the family. His head raised, looking into the wide eyes of a stunned audience as the both of you walked on out of the torn apart stadium. 

[blueiskewl]

Ancient Ceiling Reliefs Uncovered in The Egyptian Temple of Esna

The reliefs were buried under millennia of dirt, soot, and bird droppings.

Conservation work on a 2,200-year-old temple in Egypt has uncovered 12 reliefs representing Babylonian zodiac signs, as well as depictions of stars and constellations that the ancients used to measure time.

The images were found carved into the ceiling of the Temple of Esna in Luxor, which was completed around 250 C.E. and dedicated to the Egyptian god of fertility Khnum. They were revealed by a restoration team, made up of archaeologists from the Egyptian Ministry of Tourism and Antiquities and the University of Tübingen in Germany, which cleared away millennia of dirt and bird droppings from the temple’s surfaces to unveil the 12 astrological motifs that are unusual for a site of worship in Egypt.

“Representations of the zodiac are very rare in Egyptian temples,” said Christian Leitz, a professor at the University of Tübingen, who explained that the Babylonian zodiac was probably introduced to Egypt during Ptolemaic rule between 305 and 30 B.C.E.

“The zodiac was used to decorate private tombs and sarcophagi and was of great importance in astrological texts, such as horoscopes found inscribed on pottery sherds,” added Daniel von Recklinghausen, a Tübingen researcher. “However, it is rare in temple decoration. Apart from Esna, there are only two completely preserved versions left, both from Dendera.”

Zodiac signs aside, the restoration effort further unearthed a trove of other reliefs, including illustrations of the planets Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars.

A host of deities and fantastical animals were also found, such as a snake with a ram’s head, a bird with a crocodile’s head, and yet another snake with four wings.

Additionally, researchers discovered some previously unknown inscriptions, which had been covered by soot and inadvertently preserved. Analysis is currently being carried out on these new finds.

Restoration on the Temple of Esna began in 2018, and has involved the cleaning and recoloring of the monument’s surfaces. Along the way, the team has logged finds including a colorful fresco made up of 46 depictions of Egyptian goddesses Nekhbet and Wadjet, as well as painted inscriptions that detail royal titles and caption the constellations carved into the temple’s ceiling.

[lichenaday]

I thought it might be nice to share a bit about what PhD student life is like since before I started it, I really had no idea what to expect.

I have an office that I share with 3 other PhD students at my institute. It is in an old, historical building at the Munich Botanical Garden.

Let's take a tour around my desk:

First, my homemade Darwin crossstitch (pattern compliments of @shitpostsampler) to remind me that all scientists have bad days.

It sits behind my wonky dragon tree (Dracaena marginata) who I rescued from the trash outside my apartment. Who throws away a whole ass tree?

He's recovering beautifully, considering how fucky and sad he was when I pulled him from the bin.

Above my unnecessarily giant computer monitor I keep part of my expansive plant collection. Pink princess philodendron (Philodendron erubescens) w/handmade moss stick, my beloved jewel orchid (Macodes petola), zebra plant (Tradescantia zebrina) in owl pot (courtesy of my labmate, since I am the bird person) and poorly mounted staghorn fern (Platycerium bifurcatum).

Little baby jewel orchid! He flowered recently and I am so proud of him.

Then there's my Cladonia collection, and my bottle of Icelandic lichen (Cetraria islandica) booze.

On the top shelf is my Calathea musaica 'Network', and jar of discarded lab lichens. I will figure out a use for them eventually. For now they are just aesthetic.

Then there's my monstera Peru (Monstera karstenianum) in a pot I "salvaged" from a cemetery. Pretty sure it's cursed, but nothing I can do about that now. Also the baby succulents off my mystery flea market sedum. Behind my desk you can see my German sailing cookbook, Florentine bat notebook, Pikachu of encouragement, and turtle postcard. The turtle is one of many who live in the greenhouse that I visit when work gets stressful. Also a magnet of my favorite Minoan goddess--tits out, snakes in hands, cat on head.

This is desk ant. She appears to have no colony and just hangs out with me all day. I have tried to track her and find where she comes from but she just runs around in circles on my desk for hours so I have given up. Sometimes I give her a little bit of my tea to drink. She is the backbone of this working group.

Anyway, if you ever see a scientist's office that isn't cluttered and chaotic, they are doing it wrong.

[thieves-in-the-palace]

They're really pulling some niche figures for these new Personas, huh?

Prosymna is one of three naiad daughters of the Greek river god Asterion. Along with her sisters (Acraea and Euboea), she served as a wet-nurse for Hera. The name Prosymna means "celebrate in song," which explains her harp-like design.

(Prosymna is also a genus of snake!)

Erytheia is one of the three (or four, or seven) Hesperides, nymphs who presided over evening and sunsets. The name Erytheia means "the red one." There doesn't seem to be much mythos surrounding Erytheia specifically, but her name was assigned to a small island northwest of Gilbraltar. (Nowadays it's part of Spain! The city of Cadíz can be found there.)

Preceded by Leucothea, Erytheia is one of the two (possibly 3?) P5X Persona to be rendered as a masculine entity despite being based off a distinctly feminine mythological figure. Not sure why they're doing that, but hey, the designs are great!

Syke is a bit of an oddball. While it would be easy to presume it's meant to represent Psyche, the Greek goddess of the soul…Psyche has already appeared as Metis' Persona back in P3 FES, so it's possible this one is a different entity. However, something worth noting: like the other Greek myth Persona in this post, Psyche came in a set of three, having been the youngest of three sisters.

Of what I've been able to dig up, Syke (or Syca) was also the name of a town in ancient Cilicia, a region in southern Anatolia. Another name for Syke was Setos, possibly based off the primordial sea goddess Ceto. Ceto is considered one of the oldest-known deities in Greek myth, and was mother to a myriad of monsters, such as the Graiae and Gorgon sisters.

Meng Po is the Chinese goddess of forgetfulness, tasked with ensuring that souls headed for reincarnation are reborn with no memories. To accomplish this, she serves a memory-wiping soup to souls crossing the Naihe Bridge out of Diyu, a subterranean maze that serves as an equivalent to hell in Chinese mythology.

This lore explains both the bowl and lantern in this Persona's design. The bowl represents the soup, obviously enough, while the lantern can be interpreted as symbolic of "guiding the dead."

Cleodora was one of the three Thriae, prophetic nymphs who lived in the Corycian Cave of Mt. Parnassus. Though the Thriae are often considered to be the "bee-maidens" (women bearing human heads/torsos and bee wings/lower bodies) described in the Homeric Hymn to Hermes, it's possible they're different trios; the Thriae predicted the future through throwing stones (pessomancy/mantic pebbles), while the bee-maidens predicted the future through casting lots (cleromancy).

The only info I can find on Cleodora as separate from the Thriae states that she was the mother of Parnassos, who invented a way to predict the future based on birds (ornithomancy).

[talonabraxas]

Garuda - the Divine Vahana of Vishnu Talon Abraxas

Garuda was said to be the king of birds, and the Vahana of Lord Vishnu. In Hinduism, Vahana has a great significance as the Vehicles of Gods and Goddesses. Garuda was immensely powerful, and was so huge that he could even block the sun. He resembled a bird with the head, wings, talons and beak of an eagle and the body of a man.

Garuda was the eternal enemies of the nagas, or serpents, and used to kill them and eat them. Garuda’s image is often used as a charm to protect a person from snakes or snake bites, as it was thought that snakes were afraid of him, and did not harm his devotees. Garudi Vidya is a hymn used to cure all kinds of snake poison and remove all evil from this world.

He is known by various names, like Chirada, Gaganeshvara, Kamayusha, Kashyapi, among others. There is an Upanishad in his name, the Garudopanishad, and a Purana, the Garuda Purana is sang in his devotion. The earliest mention of Garuda is in the Vedas, by the name Syena. It is written that the mighty bird was responsible for bringing nectar to earth from heaven.

[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 4-

Minors DNI!

Masterlist

Approximately 2,920 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Mentions of violence sort of, Mild sexually suggestive language.

A/n: I have a big work week ahead of me so I may not be able to get much done in terms of writing and especially in terms of art, but I am excited to write out more chapters. In this chapter there is pretty much just fluff so I wasn't sure of what to write for warnings (I'm so bad at knowing what should be a warning I'm so sorry). Enjoy this chapter and the art, leave a like or a comment, Re-blogs greatly appreciated!

User tags: @fan-goddess

Chapter 4

A month has passed since you moved to Fuller, Texas into a property left to you by a distant relative. You visited the Hewitt family at least two or three times a week and made close friends with Luda Mae; every now and then you would see Tommy, and Luda Mae would try to get him to talk to you but he would just freeze and avoid contact. Eventually he would be able to stay in the same area when you were there but never in the same room, he would just quietly watch from the doorway of the next room or outside. His avoidant and distant behavior did not help your budding feelings for him nor your desire to speak to him.

The other day, you were invited to dinner by Luda Mae and you offer to cook for them so you can bond over some good food. You spent most of the day repairing small bits of damage in the house, and making sure the pipes in the home had proper fittings. You took your time cooking large decadent dishes to impress the Hewitt's, mashed potatoes, fried asparagus, a hefty salad, and some finely glazed roast chicken with grilled corn. This food was the kind to make family out of friends and you were so excited to share it; the chocolate cake you baked the night before was ready to be frosted with your own recipe for vanilla icing.

Once the food was packed away in some bags, you got changed into a black summer dress that had a flower pattern in red, you put on a pair of red flats, some makeup, and a spritz of expensive perfume. The walk to the Hewitt house lasts only about ten minutes but the bags of food started to weigh you down and make you wish you had taken the car. When you reach the driveway, you have to set the bags down and take a rest. As you catch your breath and shake out your arms, you hear heavy foot steps coming towards you, when you look up you see Tommy, he looked different, he looked… good.

Despite still wearing the dark leather half-mask, you were actually able to see a lot of his face due to his hair being oiled back slick. His heaving chest was pressing against his black T-shirt that hugged his torso and really showed just how thick with muscle he was. He had new looking jean pants that clung to his thighs and a belt buckle that shone in the evening sky. His shoes were especially interesting, he had on a freshly shined pair of black snake skin cowboy boots tucked under his jean cuffs. You could not believe how well this massive recluse cleans up, and while he was still extremely intimidating, his fresh appearance was so overwhelming that you couldn’t speak.

He walks right up to you but doesn’t look you in the eye, he just takes your bags and stands behind you waiting for you to start walking to the door. His height was unlike anything you have ever seen, your head reached the base of his pecs. You were blushing so much, you could feel your cheeks flush with heat, you say to him,

“T-thank you”

He holds the heavy bags like they were nothing, his hands are huge and rough, his exposed arms were thick with muscle but riddled with scars that made you curious. He doesn’t say a word as you both walk up to the front door where he then opens it for you and waits for you to enter. Luda is already at the entrance wearing a pretty tea length dress in pastel blue, with yellow birds, her hair is in a pinned up-do, she greets you,

“Evenin’! I see Thomas helped you with your things, what a good boy he is”

You smile “Yeah, I’m glad he came to help honestly. I didn’t realize how tough it was going to be walking here with those bags being so heavy, I should have driven down haha”

Luda Mae takes your hand and leads you inside saying “Well come on in! Let’s get this stuff to the table so we can all eat, I’m sure you’re hungry”

You get to the table which is set nicely, the dishes seem to all be bone china with flowery designs along the outer edges, the large table is rustic and humble, but cozy. Luda Mae calls everyone to the table and tells you to sit at the end of the table, Charlie who is wearing a worn dress shirt that is too big for him and a red bowtie, attempts to sit next to you but Luda Mae snaps at him,

“NOT THERE CHARLIE, THAT’S TOMMYS SEAT!”

Charlie sighs and gets up; he looks at you,

“Oh, I see how it is” he gives you a wink.

Tommy comes in last and stands in the doorway, Luda Mae calls over to him,

“Come Thomas, you take your seat right next to Y/N”

He glances at you from under his brow and goes and sits in the chair next you making sure he is not touching you. He is such a big man that he is still towering over you even while sitting. Luda Mae takes her seat and says,

“Now then, let’s all say grace. Charlie, if you’ll do the honors”

Charlie rolls his eyes and starts “Dear lord, bless this here food, even though it ain’t like what were used to, bless it anyway”

Luda Mae scoffs adding “And bless Y/N for makin’ the effort to make us a lovely dinner tonight. Were eternally grateful for you bringin’ us Tilly, who bought them cows and chickens for us so we may absolve our sinful ways, amen”

You were feeling a bit confused at what she meant by ‘sinful ways’ but they all said amen so you just ignored it. The dinner started and everyone began to dig in to the dishes you prepared. Tommy waited until you took some food for yourself and then he started grabbing some scoops of the food to load onto his plate, Luda Mae sees this and says,

“Thomas is a big boy; he needs a lot of food to keep himself strong. I apologize if he seems greedy” she gave a serious look at Tommy who slowly put the mashed potato spoon down.

You feel a tinge of sadness at Luda Mae scolding Tommy, you reply,

“Oh no please, let’s eat as much as we can tonight so I don’t have to bring so much home. I made more than enough; I think”

Tommy glances at you, Luda Mae says “Well alright then Tommy, go ahead then, just make sure everyone else gets some”

Charlie laughs “Tommy boy eats more than the damn hogs do, I swear there’s nothin’ left when he’s near food, gotta eat quick!”

Luda Mae whacks Charlie’s shoulder for him to shut up but he just laughs, you giggle at the playful nature of this family and you feel comfortable around them, you feel a closeness to people that you hadn’t felt since the last time you saw your best friend. You can’t help but make quick glances at Tommy to be able to drink in his appearance for your memory to retrieve when you need it. You felt the nerves in your stomach tightening causing a slight cramp, you had a massive crush on Tommy and it was time to admit it to yourself. Tommy ate his food at a decent pace, each bite was small enough to fit through the slit in his mask; you still didn’t understand why he wore it but you were too afraid to ask in case it was something he was sensitive about.

Luda Mae see’s you watching Tommy and she smiles,

“We all made sure to look nice for you tonight, it’s a special occasion to have a guest cooking us dinner, right Charlie?”

He just nods and scarfs down the food on his plate, Luda Mae gives him a stern look but he doesn’t react, she continues,

“Thomas doesn’t have many clothes that fit him given that he’s such a big strong boy, but we were able to find some nice clothes in storage. What do you think Y/N? Does he look handsome?”

Tommy widens his eyes and looks over quickly at Luda Mae, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

“I think he looks amazing” you blurted out without even thinking, you felt embarrassed for not saying something less abrupt, -Oh god they probably think I’m desperate or something, why didn’t I just say he looks nice!?- Luda Mae smiled even bigger and Tommy quickly looked back at you in shock that anyone other than his mother would say something positive about him, especially about how he looked. Luda Mae looks at you and gives a cheeky smirk saying,

“I know Thomas thinks you look very beautiful tonight, don’t you Thomas?”

Tommy looked at Luda Mae and then quickly looked back at you, he was so flustered and you noticed the top of his cheeks that weren’t hidden by the mask began to flush with a rosy pink. Luda Mae continued,

“Well Thomas? Don’t be rude to our guest, you tell her she looks nice!”

You felt bad for Tommy who was put on the spot by Luda Mae’s question, you wished so badly to hear the answer but Tommy just looked down at his plate with wide eyes and blushing cheeks. You smiled at the sight of such a large grown man reacting like an embarrassed teen, you could almost hear the squeal of protest ‘Mom! You’re embarrassing me!’. You giggled to yourself, this was the most fun you had had with people in ages, you were so lonely back in Rivers Manitoba that even the rare relationship you got into would fizzle out so quickly from them being abusive or losing interest. You felt safe with the Hewitts, even if the things Dover said to you were true about them, you didn’t care, you wanted to be part of a family, this family.

Eventually dinner finished and the cake was brought out by Luda Mae, she cut some large slices for everyone and when she took the first bite her eyes widened and she said,

“My, you’re an incredible cook Y/N. This is the best darn thing I have ever eaten since my mama’s banana cream pie”

Charlie took a bite and slammed the table, which startled you and made Tommy give him an angry look, he said,

“WHEW GIRLIE, THIS IS SINFUL!”

Tommy looked at his slice and took a small piece on his fork and bit into it, his eyes closed and he let out a deep breath through his nose as he leaned his head back allowing you to see just how thick his neck was. There was some stubble peeking through from under his mask and it made your heart flutter, this was a fully-grown, red-blooded man, and you had a flash of an intrusive thought fly through your mind of him leaning his head back from a different kind of pleasure; you shook your head and looked away, trying to suppress a smirk that was trying to creep its way onto your face. Luda Mae looks over at you and asks,

“Are you alright dear?”

You snap back into reality and reply “Yes, sorry I just got… dizzy, must be from all the good food”

Luda Mae is looking a bit concerned,

“Let me get you some more water sweetheart, maybe you are just hot”

You feel a sense of embarrassment at the passing thought you had, it was really unlike you to be so turned on by a man, but Tommy was no ordinary man and he was bringing out feelings in you that you never knew you had. Luda Mae comes back with some ice water and gently places a hand on your shoulder, and pours some water in the glass in front of you. This woman was so motherly to you, the month that went by just reinforced these feelings as every time you met up with her, she was always concerned with how you were doing and trying to get you to rest or talk about deep feelings, she was a large comfort to you.

The night finally concluded after so much laughter and conversation between you, Luda Mae, and Charlie. Tommy had gotten up after cake and left the table before the night was over which made you feel a bit anxious that he was uncomfortable but you had fun despite the anxiety. When you got your things and placed them back in the bags, you said goodnight to Charlie as Luda Mae walked you out saying,

“Don’t let Dover bug you anymore ok hun? He used to make Tilly so upset but eventually he left her alone once she got close with us, I reckon he will do the same with you once he realizes who you’re friendly with. If you feel scared walking back, have Thomas, take you, he is in the barn there”

You thank her and say goodbye, maybe getting Tommy to walk you back would be a good idea so Dover would stop popping out of bushes to tell you how stupid he thinks you are and how badly he wants you to leave. You make your way down to the barn and see Tommy sitting on a bale of hay staring out the open barn doors, the bright shine of the moon casting a silver light on him. You walk up to him and say,

“Hey, Thomas, would you please walk me back to my house? I don’t want to deal with Dover harassing me.”

You see him look over at you and he nods slowly, getting up and moving over to face you, his hand held out to signal you to give him your bags so he could carry them for you. He waited to let you walk in front of him but you didn’t move, you spoke,

“Can…I walk next to you?”

Tommy looked surprised but he nodded and followed next to you out of the barn, you both made your way to the road, he was making sure to keep your pace so he didn’t get ahead of you. The sky had thick dark clouds rolling through it but the moon held its bright glare, coating you both with a cold light, you looked up at Tommy who was remaining silent as he walked next to you, his brows were relaxed and his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead of him. You felt so safe with him, he was like a large guard dog, keeping watch of your surroundings and staying close to you, ensuring that he keeps his pace in line with yours.

You smile, the fact that you were alone with him was exciting, you wish you were able to say something but you couldn’t find the words. Just as you were giving thought to something to say, he looks down at you and catches you smiling at him. He looks at you confused, why would anyone smile at the likes of him? His whole life he was ridiculed and made fun of for his appearance, a girl never gave him even a glance and the ones he liked screamed when he came near them. You were different, you were beautiful and kind, and you smiled at him, no screaming or running away, he felt good being around you, he felt safe with you, but this was a different kind of safe to the one you felt, this was trust.

You both got to your driveway and he walked you up to the door, setting your bags down, you turned to him and said,

“I really appreciate you walking me to my home Thomas, you’re a really nice man”

Tommy’s eyes met yours and he nodded, you went to pick up your bags but stopped when you saw him pointing at you,

“Yes?”

He continues to point at you, you try to look around if there’s a stain or bug but he just goes and reaches for the dress fabric on your shoulder and points at that, you smile and reply,

“Oh, my dress! You never told me if you liked it”

He nods and gives a thumbs up, you laugh and thank him. You grab your bag and make your way inside, turning to give him one last look and say,

“Goodnight Thomas, I hope we get to spend more time together soon”

You gently shut the door and Tommy turns to leave, his cheeks are warm and his eyes wide; You, a beautiful woman, want to spend time with a monster like him? The things he has done in the past for his family were evil, his past was stained forever with the blood of the many victims taken by his hands. He tried to push down his budding feelings because he knew deep down that an innocent angel like you would never accept his sins. The walk back to his home was full of mixed emotions, he was scared to get closer to you in case you find out about his past and react like the girls from his past would, screaming at him in horror and fear. He couldn’t help but have hope though, you were after all, different.

Next chapter-

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Part 9 They finally enter Skypeia (Though she either stayed inside to stay safe or because of her height Amazon didn’t get her picture)

They meet the Sky Knight and Pierre (And when Pierre transformed only Reader was sparkly eyed at the ‘Pegasus’) then meet Conis and Pagaya, with Reader joining Nami on the Waver (Nami wanted to give her a fun ride)

When they went to Upper Yard, Reader used her power to heal that man that was struck, gaining the attention of the Priests, but she escaped from their sight, and the Priests find it hard to believe a mortal can cancel Enel’s ‘Divine Action’… unless she’s a God like Enel, and tell him about her)

When they come back to meet the White Berets, labeling them as ‘Criminals’, though Luffy, Sanji, Usopp and Reader (They refuse to leave Reader alone) must save Nami, Zoro, Robin and Chopper by going to Upper Yard (Battling the Priest Satori, when he tried to kidnap Reader, that was game over for him), meeting up with the others to look for the City of Gold, with Reader on the Escape Team (None of the Straw Hats want Reader in danger)

However, Enel appears and attacks Sanji and Usopp, but before she could heal them, Enel takes her with him (Enel could sense Reader’s power and believes she’s a God, like him) and begins to slaughter a bunch of the ‘players’ with her in his arms (Enel reminds Reader of ‘That Man’, but the only difference is Enel’s oddly ‘caring’ to her, calling her ‘Little Goddess’) as she’s trembling and silently crying, as Enel meets the remaining players, Reader in his arms, which angers the Straw Hats, especially since they can see the horror and fear in her eyes

This made Luffy even more pissed off and have a bigger reason to kick Enel’s ass after he got out of the snake, however, after the battle, Reader cries tears of joy as she’s hugging Luffy, before passing out from healing him and bringing Kalgura and Mont Blanc to life, fulfilling their promise to meet each other again, and everyone begins to party (When it’s time to leave the island, they all turn pale and their eyes pop out of sockets once they realize they’re about to drop 10,000 feet)

Or you can do whatever you want with this (This arc is a lot)

This arc is very long, so I will be abridging it just a bit.

-Chopper made you stay inside his clinic after he found out that you had bumped your head, wanting you to rest until the ship was docked.

-However, on the way as Usopp carried you, the ship was attacked by a masked man, scaring you and Luffy had difficulties fighting back, due to the clouds being similar to the ocean and due to the thin air.

-Your eyes went huge when a knight in shiny armor came to the rescue, riding on a Pegasus! Despite that it was just a bird, and the knight introduced himself as Gan Fall and gave Nami a whistle to call for help if you ever needed it.

-Since you were inside, Amazon didn’t see your face, not even realizing that you were there, as she demanded the toll for each person on the ship, but not knowing the currency, they couldn’t pay it. Amazon didn’t care, saying that you all could enter, but you would be labeled as criminals, something you didn’t realize as you were trying hard not to fall asleep.

-You ended up falling asleep and when you came outside you met two new people, angels, Pagaya and his daughter Conis. Your eyes were huge and sparkly as you peeked out from behind Luffy’s leg, “Angels?”

-Conis thought you were adorable, immediately cuddling you close, “You’re so cute Y/N!!” and you couldn’t help but grin, finding her embrace so warm.

-Pagaya fixed up the waver and Nami, who asked to try it out, beamed down at you, “Wanna go on an adventure?” your eyes were sparkly and instantly agreed.

-At first it was scary, holding onto Nami’s leg, feeling the wind rushing by before you were laughing and squealing in delight, having so much fun.

-You saw something in the distance, “Nami look- there’s a forest over there!” she followed your gaze and pointed finger and saw what you saw and headed over there.

-Nami and you explored a bit of the island, finding it full of vegetation until you heard shouts and you both ducked behind a tree, seeing a man being chased by priests. Nami clutched you close when a bolt of lightning shot down and struck down the man.

-You gasped, running out, slipping out of Nami’s arms and you ran to the man, your horn immediately flaring, healing him. He was still unconscious, but healed before you heard the shouts of the priests who had seen what you had done, only seeing that you were a little girl as you ran back to Nami who grabbed you, trying to run away.

-The priests were in awe of what you had done, many of them thinking you were a god as well, as you had reversed Enel’s own divine actions and one ran off to tell Enel of the other god while the others went to find you.

-Nami glared as she saw the White Berets, learning that they were here to arrest all of you, except for you as they didn’t know about you, having the faces of the rest of your crew, and she spoke, “Hang on Y/N!!” she rammed the waver into the leader, McKinley, shouting at him that the toll that needed to be paid was too damn high!!

-The Straw Hats became Class 2 Criminals, which were criminals to be dealt with by the priests and Nami told everyone, after the White Berets were gone, that the priests saw you use your ability to heal someone who had been struck by lightning. Conis and Pagaya’s jaws fell open in shock, hearing that you had a divine ability as well.

-You all learned that Skypeia was ruled by a god, Enel, who used his powers over lightning to invoke his rule and power over them all, and all were expected to abide by his rules.

-You stayed on the ship with Nami, Chopper, Robin, and Zoro while Luffy went to get supplies with the others, led by Conis.

-You nearly fell when the ship suddenly jerked and your eyes widened, seeing giant shrimp pulling the ship towards the Upper Yard, the forest where you and Nami were at earlier.

-You heard Luffy shouting out your name and you cried out, tears spilling over, “Big brother!!”

-You were scared, being held by Robin as you trembled in her arms, not knowing where you were all being taken. Robin hid you inside after Nami asked her to, remembering that the priests were after you and you nodded, hiding away in the gally, eating an apple Robin had cut up for you, hiding under the table again.

-When Nami came to get out after the ship jerked a few times before going completely still, you were scared to find the ship on something like an altar, clinging to her leg again.

-Not knowing where you all were, Robin, Zoro, and Nami decided to explore the area, leaving you with Chopper on the ship, with Nami leaving Gan Fall’s whistle with him, just in case.

-It was a lucky thing too when a priest, Shura arrived, finding only you and a reindeer and his eyes instantly widened, seeing you, the child goddess they were hunting for and he immediately went on the attack when Chopper stood in his way, setting the ship on fire.

-You were scared, holding onto Chopper who blew the whistle, both of you crying loudly for help. Shura was about to kill Chopper when Gan Fall arrived, saving you both at the last moment.

-Gan Fall was extremely strong, fighting Shura almost evenly but you gasped when he, Chopper, and Pierre fell into the clouds after Chopper rushed to help the knight.

-You heard the sound of South Birds, and a huge flock rescued the three of them, making you smile brightly as they brought them up to the altar besides the damaged ship before flying up to you, a few cuddling with you before they helped you off the ship, as you couldn’t climb down by yourself without risk of hurting yourself.

-When the others all arrived just as the sun was going down, you leapt into Luffy’s arms after he shouted out your name glad to see that you were all right. Between Zoro’s group, Luffy’s group, and your own group, information was exchanged about this area, Upper Yard, was part of Jaya, the island of pirates, and that it looked like a skull so many years ago and this part was shot into the sky due to the Knock Up Steam.

-Your eyes were huge and sparkly, hearing that you were all going to look for the City of Gold in the morning which made you smile brightly before you all heard a voice, “I don’t think so.”

-Floating above you all was Enel and his priests, who confirmed your location, thanks to Shura, and Enel came himself to collect the little goddess.

-Some were blown away by the priests while Luffy charged to defend you, only to be knocked out into the ocean of clouds with Nami leaping in after him to save him.

-You cried out for Usopp and Sanji, who both got hit with lightning, falling to your rear as your arms came to your head, shielding yourself.

-Your breath hitched in fear as Enel approached you, seeing your horn as you had tried to rush to your big brothers to heal them and he picked you up, holding you gently, so carefully, “Little Goddess- let us return together.” You tried to get out, calling out for your family as Enel took off, kidnapping you.

-Enel was ruthless, easily striking down various guerrilla warriors led by Wyper, making you covering your ears with your hands, trembling in fear, crying so hard that you actually made yourself faint.

-It was quiet when you woke up, you were laying in something soft that felt nice, but your head hurt from crying so hard. Enel was there and you immediately pulled back, pulling the blanket over you to hide.

-He chuckled softly, seeing you hide, thinking you were adorable as he sat beside you, putting a hand on your back, he wasn’t hurting you, which confused you as he was so much like Over- That Man, as he had been so scary and cruel, but he was being so gentle with you, “Little Goddess how are you feeling?”

-You were confused, sitting up just slightly and he could see your little nose peeking out, “I’m not a goddess?” oh dear- it seems like you were unaware that you were a goddess, those humans must have taught you that you were just a normal human with amazing abilities to take advantage of you. No matter now, he was there now, he would take care of you and keep you safe.

-When his priests ran in, telling him that the Shandia Warriors and the Straw Hats were in route along with Gan Fall, to take over and to take you back, before they could even speak you flinched hard at their loud voices, something Enel noticed, that you were scared of them, seeing Shura there, remembering him as the man who attacked the ship, Gan Fall, Pierre, and Chopper.

-Enel stood, angry that you were scared of these priests who were yelling, telling Enel of the incoming threat, and he instantly spoke, “You’re scaring my little goddess.” Before he instantly struck them all down, scaring you even more.

-Enel quickly realized that you were innocent, not used to seeing death, and you flinched away from him, now scared and he bowed his head to you, “I’m sorry for scaring you little goddess, that was not my intent, I was merely getting rid of those you were scared of.”

-You couldn’t answer, your throat felt tight as you tried to remain calm. However, Enel couldn’t ignore the threat of those who were coming to steal you away from him, to steal his throne away from him.

-Seeing you in Enel’s arms, silent tears streaming down your face, biting your bottom lip so hard you were almost bleeding, unable to speak or even react to your family instantly had them all furious.

-Wyper, seeing a child being held by Enel, became enraged, and learned that these human warriors were your family, your true family, and Enel had taken you away, swearing that he would help the Straw Hats take you back since they were helping him and his warriors take on Enel.

-Luffy was furious, seeing you so scared, and Enel summoned his warriors, the 50 Divine Soldiers, to fight against those who were trying to oppose him, and everyone else in the crew made an opening for Luffy to go straight to Enel, straight to you.

-Enel had no choice but to put you down so he could fight seriously, seeing the rage in Luffy’s eyes, as your big brother was fueled by your tears, not wanting to see you cry ever again.

-Enel tried to hit Luffy with his powers and you, Enel, and Luffy were all incredibly confused, seeing that it wasn’t working, all of you tilting your head to the side in unison. That’s when you all realized that Luffy was a rubber man! Lightning didn’t affect him!!

-Your tears fell when you saw Luffy and the others all hurt, beginning to panic as your eyes clenched tightly shut, your hands covering your ears as you hunched over, your voice barely a whisper, “Help!”

-A bright aura surrounded you, your horn flaring, as your tears fell, two figures slowly rose out of the cloud ocean, rising to be beside you, both of them hunched over you, like they were guarding you as everyone was gawking in awe.

-This was nothing like when you brought Bell-Mere back to life, as there were nothing around you to bring anyone back, no hair, nothing. You were bringing two people back into existence on sheer will alone.

-The ruins around you seemed to be rebuilding all around you, returning them to their former glory, stunning everyone around you. A gentle hand came to your back, touching you gently, “Well now- this is unexpected.”

-Wyper’s mouth was open, his cigarette falling from his lips, seeing his ancestor, Kalgara himself standing there, with Mont Blanc Nolan as well, the two realizing they had been brought back to life by you.

-Enel took the distraction to run, heading to his own ship to escape to the Fairy Vearth, the moon, he wanted to bring you with him, looking back after you, but he knew he couldn’t steal you away.

-Luffy ran for you, “Y/N!!!” you were so dizzy, your face flushed as he hugged you and you felt a smile lifting your lips, “Big brother…” before you passed out.

-Chopper and the doctors of Skypiea worked together once they arrived back to Conis’ house, stunning everyone that you had brought back two heroes from history, and you were quickly labeled a goddess, despite your family telling them all otherwise, they wouldn’t listen.

-The ship was brought back and repaired to handle the trip back down to the ocean you all knew, and Luffy remembers seeing someone repairing the ship back in the Upper Yard, but he didn’t know who it was.

-It was almost a week before you woke up, feeling very weak, almost like you had a fever, and you were quickly buried in hugs, your family all taking turns hugging you while sobbing loudly that you were okay, except for Zoro who just hugged you and Robin who only had a few tears slip out.

-Nami flicked your forehead, scolding you for overdoing it again, but her punishment didn’t hurt too much, just for a moment or two.

-When you met Mont Blanc and Kalgara, your eyes were huge as you were in Sanji’s lap, letting him feed you, holding onto Mont Blanc’s hand as he was smiling, “I did that? How?” unfortunately nobody had an answer as Nami spoke, “This isn’t like when you brought Bell-Mere back, with a lock of her hair, these two manifested on their owns, as well as you bringing the ruins back to what they looked like when they first arrived in the clouds.

-The citizens of Skypiea all hailed you as a goddess, one who brought their saviors back to them, which confused you and you touched all of their hearts, “I’m not a goddess, I’m just Y/N.”

-Your eyes sparkled seeing all of the gold on the ship, as it was so shiny and pretty, making you beam as Luffy said goodbye to everyone, with Gan Fall, Kalgara, and Mont Blanc becoming the rulers of Skypiea, the three of them swearing to work together.

-The Balloon Octopus slowed the descent back into the ocean and your eyes were so wide and huge, seeing it in action, having fun floating back down into the ocean.

-The Going Merry was pretty banged up, and after some discussion, the decision was made to find not only someone to repair the ship, but to find a shipwright as well to join the crew, vetoing Luffy’s decision on getting a musician…again.

[personalpagan]

Duality of the Jötnar:

Ymir: Nothing, and Everything. The result of worlds colliding, creating the first being. Ymir came from a world of nothingness. He was one of the sole figures that came from Ginnungagap. That nothingness eventually became occupied by the dismembered parts of his body, after having been torn apart by the Aesir. Ymir went from occupying the Great Nothingness, to being everything that surrounds us: the mountains, the water, the clouds. 

Angrboda: The Giver of life, and the Taker of life. One of the foremost Jötuns, and the bearer of some of the other Gods. Angrboda descends from a violent tribe in myth, the Jötuns being notoriously troublesome, particularly for humans and the Aesir themselves. Blood often coats their hands, stains their teeth. Known life-takers. Yet, Angrboda has birthed many of the great Jötuns. From her, we have been given other beings of Duality. Their lives, their power, would not have come to being without her creation.

Jörmungandr: The Beginning and the End. The circular World Snake, who, in most depictions, has bitten his own tail. Serpents are given a bad rep in Christian interpretations of the myths, seen as destructive—bringers of (Christian-inspired, most likely) Ragnarök. But, it is well documented that our far ancestors revered Serpents, and recognized their relationship with life and death. Odin himself needed to take the shape of a snake to travel the Worlds. Their power was immense, and deeply spiritual. Jörmungandr can be interpreted as the World's Beginning and End, wrapped around our Realm in a never-ending coil, his head, the beginning, his tail, the end.

Fenrir: The Antagonist, and the Protagonist. Once a wolf-pup, the very thing that mankind so loves. Our faithful friends, dogs have long since been one of our greatest allies. Wolves are protectors, powerful, and with fur that is soft to the touch. But Fenrir grew too large, too powerful, and the Aesir began to fear him. Fear, as the myth portrays, can make people do bad things. Fenrir is chained, a sword forced into his jaws. A once faithful friend to a prisoner. Circling back to Ragnarök, Fenrir is set loose, seeking his revenge on the people who had ensnared him, having been made into the villain. 

Hel: Life and Death. Quite obvious, this one. Half her body is that of a rotting corpse—the state in which every living thing will eventually embody. The other half is a beautiful maiden, reflecting that of a woman in the prime of her life. Hel is the keeper of the Realm of the Dead, the one who we can presume to meet one day. Hel, the Realm, in myth, is a mirror-like reflection of what lies here—life seems to continue on as usual, though this time alongside our Ancestors. The Queen of Hel keeps things in order, keeping the Dead as such, and the living out. 

Skadi: Calm and Rage. The Goddess of Winter. If you have experienced the falling of snow, then you will know the quiet of it. The World seems to go silent as the flakes fall, the wind has died down, the animals are hidden away from the cold, no birds to be heard. Nature seems to settle in, and silence settles onto those who will listen. A prime time for hunting, particularly deer, known for their demure ways. Skadi occupies this land, treads the freshly fallen snow in silence, waiting for the right time to loose one of her arrows. But Skadi also knows rage, for that of her slain father. She storms into the home of the Aesir themselves, boots stomping, voice loud, demanding to be heard. A consuming force that doesn’t let you rest until the matter is settled. Only once appeased may the snow fall calmly again.

(A/N: Just a little thing I wanted to write. I've been doing my studying and meditating and was thinking about the Jötnar Tribe. UPG, I would like to clarify. Your experience with them might be entirely different :). )

[sofasoap]

Lastochka - Night

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Two can play the game.

Timeline-wise around Part III, before the hostage incident.

Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue

WARNING: Explicit. Smut warning. swearing.

Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Everything changed after the first kiss. 

He becomes more bold with his touch, deliberately brushing against your body every time you pass by each other, Always sitting beside you whenever he gets the chance, snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. 

Ruffling your hair before slipping his hand ever so lightly down your neck, caressing the nape of your neck before giving you a wink, making you burn up like a furnace.

Leaving his shirt unbuttoned on a hot day, as he takes a big swig of water, deliberately letting it spill over, your eyes follow the droplets gliding down his chin, along his neck and finally wetting his gold necklace and chest, dusted with dark fine hair. You can just see the corner of his mouth curling so slightly as he caught you gawking at his beautiful form.

Two can play this game, you decided. 

Lying your head on his thigh while he is busy going through the flight plan, he would peek down at you through the gaps, eyebrow arching. With a sultry smile, You run your hand sensually down the length of your body, lingering a bit between your thighs. You can see his eyes darkening as you stick two of your fingers in your mouth, licking and biting on it. 

Or groaning loudly after you pick up a box of supply, in the most obscene way possible, so much so the team will turn around and look at you, totally confused.  Stealing a glance at him, you can see him clenching his jaw, trying to control his urge. 

“You are playing a very dangerous game here, lastochka.”  He warned you once he pulled you into the shadow of the building, while everyone else was away in the mess hall, busily celebrating the success of the latest mission.  

“You started it.” You flash him the most innocent smile on your face as your finger slips through the opening of his shirt, playing with the chain of his gold necklace and dog tag. He growled as he grabbed your face, slightly rough, and crashed his mouth into yours. 

LIttle moments like these are rare to come by, and the two of you always make the most of it. The sexual tension between you two is starting to get unbearable. 

Caught up in the moment  you started to grind against him as he nudged your lips open with his tongue, deepening the kiss. You can hear his guttural moan before grabbing your waist with one of his hands to stop you.

“Not here my little bird… not here.” You whined as you tried to chase his mouth for more kisses as he reluctantly pulled away from you. He closes his eyes as he leans his forehead against yours, gently brushing your cheek with his knuckles, taking deep breaths in. “I want our first time to be in a nice soft bed, not in the middle of a battlefield. Because,” planting a soft kiss on your lip, full of love,” my beautiful Goddess deserves nothing but the best. I will worship every bit of your body, with all my soul.” 

Price must have caught on what is going on between you two. But he never said anything. He would look at you, and to his friend with a frown before narrowing his eyes at Nikolai,Don’t mess this up, his eyes warned.

Finally during a bit of break between long missions, two of you snuck away, separately to avoid anyone’s suspicion. Away from all the chaos, prying eyes, a little safe house in the middle of countryside he knew people hardly used to spend quality time with each other. 

You woke up in the middle of night, as you felt his lip peppering you with kisses.

“… Nik?” 

“Mmm.” 

“ You are here.” Propping yourself up,smiled lazily as you returned his kisses. 

“Where else would I be?” He smirked. 

With the dim night light, you can see he has already taken his shirt off, discarded carelessly on the floor. 

“Someone’s eager.” You teased as he kneeled on the bed, legs on each side of yours, hovering over you. 

“Well, you are the one to talk.” His darkened eyes roam hungrily at your already naked body, full of lust and desire. When he came into the bedroom, seeing your beautiful body, draped only in the thin bed sheet, his already hardened cock twitched. He has been a very patient man, waiting for you, and now, tonight, he can finally have you. 

You licked your lip as you watched him slowly pull his belt off, you can see his full arousal even before he removes his trousers. You gasped loudly as he finally shredded all of his clothes. 

“I did say I will make your jaw drop.” Oh him and his cocky attitude,he laughed at your reaction as your eyes widened and gaping as his hardened cock, dripping with precum, you are sure he is bigger than any of the lovers you had before him. Your core burns with desire as your mind starts to imagine how deliciously filled and stretched you will be once he is within you. 

Pouting slightly as you extend your hand out for him, inviting him into your space, he gently kisses your wrist, working his way up your arm, while keeping his eye contact with yours. 

You gasped as he reached your neck, biting and sucking, leaving his marks behind.

“Making sure everyone will know you belong to me later on.” He muttered as he buried his head into the crook of your neck and grasped one of your breasts, gently massaging it.

You feel like you're going to burst into flame with anticipation, as he leaves trails of kisses down your body, towards the valley between your thighs. 

Nudging your legs apart slowly, he ran his callous finger up and down the wet folds of your sex, 

“So wet for me already?” he chuckled as he inserted a finger pumping it slowly, eliciting a moan from you.  “Got to get you nicely prepared, my милая, look how tight you are.” You bucked your hip as he inserted another finger in, carefully twisting it. “I can’t wait to feel your tight cunt wrapped around my cock. Have you screaming out loud my name.” He leaned forward, tongue swirling around your clit. You grabbed onto his hair, pushing him closer, wanting more.  

You were sobbing and withering away in ecstasy as he speeding up the pumping of his finger, curling up ever so slightly to hit the soft spot that makes you shudder, and finally grasping tightly to the sheet as he making you cum hard by sucking and humming against your clit. 

Giving you no chance of recovery,he pushes and move himself back up towards you, leaning down to give you a deep kiss as he lined himself up against your soaking wet opening, sliding with ease in with one thrust. You hissed ,still overly sensitive from the blessed high you have only experienced minute ago, you clinch down hard on his large cock, eliciting a loud groan from him. 

Holding you close while both of you take a moment to adjust to each other, he caresses your hair while whispering words of encouragement into your ear. You close your eyes,nuzzling your face into his neck, running your hand up and down his back as you enjoy the feeling of him fully seated inside you, stretching like you have never experienced before. 

Starting slowly, he moves his hip, sliding the whole length of his cock out before slamming back into you, again and again.  With each thrust, you moan and cry out to him, begging him to go faster. 

“Patience my lastochka,” opening your eyes, you can see him grinning,”let me enjoy you, and making sure,” adjusting himself, changing the angle slightly to push himself deeper into you, “that your body will be craving for me,” and another harsh thrust, “and ONLY for me from now on.” 

Hitting your sweet spot as he speeds up, you can feel the distinctive coil deep down, you instinctively hook your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He must have sensed it too, he stopped his thrust, and you looked at him with confusion, and a squeal as he pulled you up into seating position. OH.

“I did promise you to go for a good ride didn’t I?” He purred into your ear, as grabbed onto your waist, lightly thrusting up. You nodded your head, slightly shy all of sudden from remembering your dream. Grabbing onto his shoulders, you adjust your legs slightly, to straddle him better. Lifting yourself off before sinking back down into his cock, you rolled your head back,enjoying him from this new position, with him trailing kisses down your neck.

“That’s it my beautiful Goddess, come for me.” Your mind went blank, eyes rolling back as he started sucking your nipple, digging your nail into his shoulder, the other grabbing his gold chain, screaming out as you came harder than before.  During the haziness of riding out your orgasm, you can feel his thrust getting more sloppy before letting out a loud groan, his own orgasm hitting him, coating your wall with his hot cum. 

The room was silent apart from the sound of both of you panting away, trying to steady the breath. 

Your eyes started to flutter close, totally drained out from the love making session. You wrap your arms around Nikolai’s neck, snuggling into him, dozing off. 

“Come on little bird. Need to clean you up.” Shaking your head, too tired to move. He reluctantly pulls out from you, gently laying you back down into bed, before heading towards the bathroom. You shiver slightly, missing his warm body. 

He returned with a warm towel, cleaning you up with such tenderness, like you are his most treasured prize. 

Climbing back into bed with you, covering both up with the blanket, and caging you into his embrace. 

“Sleep well my lastochka.” He murmured into your ear, before sleep took over both of you. 

“Mini! Did you hear what I said?” One of the fellow medic nudges you with their elbow. Blinking a few times before mumbling an apology, you turn your attention back to the group you are currently sitting with at the bar.

It’s one of the post-mission nights when a few people from the base gather at the bar near the barrack, enjoying a bit of down time.

“Looking at the boys again?” One of the soldiers teased you. You made a face before taking a sip of your beer, not answering the question directly.

“I don’t know how you aren’t together with one of them, I mean,” waving her hand towards where the task force 141 men are sitting, “look at them!!”, few of them mumbled in agreement.

Rolling your eyes, “Come on, they are like brothers to me. ONE of them is my REAL brother for fucks sake.” You scrunch your face.

“How about Captain Price?”  

You Groaned. “Can you imagine falling in love with your DAD?!!!” 

“Um, fair enough. OH,what about,” Pointing to Nikolai, who is currently in deep discussion of some sort with Price, “That Russian pilot, he has been pretty flirtatious with you, he’s not bad either.” 

You turn your head slightly, Nikolai sees your group’s attention was all on him, he lifts his glass up,acknowledging the group and giving you a wink. 

“See! I am pretty sure he is interested in you.”

Well he better be interested in me, you thought as you played with the chain of your dog tag. Because I already fucked and married that man.

The morning after your first night together, Nikolai woke up by himself, he wandered into the kitchen, his heart soared when he saw you, standing with your back to him, wearing nothing but his shirt, swinging your hip to the jazz music you are currently playing on your phone, cooking breakfast. 

Sense of domesticity hits him. Like the task force 141 men, most of his life has been covered with violence and bloodshed. His life sways between the above-board and underworld, he has many allies as he has enemies. He never had chances for creating a family, or even remember when was the last time he had communications with his own family back in Russia. 

He silently moved forward, hugging you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“OH! Good morning love.” You lean your head into him, smiling. “I am sorry if I was a bit too loud, waking you up.”

“Be mine.”he murmured.

“Mmm?”

“Be mine, my little bird.”

“I am already yours, you bampot.” You elbowed him lightly, “Unless you didn’t remember any of what happened last night.” You blushed.

“… be mine forever.”

You froze. Blinking a few times, you weren’t quite sure if you had heard him right. Reaching out to turn the stove off, you turned around in his arm, lifting his face with one of your hands, the other brushing his messy morning hair away from his face so you can look into his beautiful brown eyes.

“… you really mean it?” You whispered, a hint of insecurity sipping through. He leans down to give you a soft kiss. “I don’t offer or promise anything I cannot commit to, lastochka.” 

You never know what prompted you to say yes that day. But most of the time you trust your gut instinct, and that has saved you many times. 

Steering the topic away successfully from yourself, the group of you spend the rest of the night gossiping about other soldier’s love life and remembering those who have unfortunately never returned from the battlefield. 

One by one, people start to leave as it gets later and later into the night. Soap came up to you as the group was leaving, to check if you were going to leave with them as well.

You shook your head and lifted your new glass of whisky up, “Just ordered this. Plus I want to have some peace and quiet after all those gossipers begging me for your phone number.” You handed the three boys various pieces of paper, with numbers scribbled on them. “Here you go boys. Up to you what you want to do with them. My wingwoman duties are done.” You stick your tongue out at them. Giving them each with a big hug before shooing them back to the base, you let out a sigh as you finally get a bit of quietness for the first time that night. 

“This seat taken?” You heard Nikolai’s husky voice as he slip up behind you.

“Depends?” You giggled. “Come on. Take a seat with me. Where is Captain?”

“He left right after the boys left.” Ordering a glass of vodka for himself, he sat down beside you.

Leaning into your husband’s shoulder, he slid his hand under the bar table, threading his fingers between yours as he grabbed your hand. 

You haven’t seen each other for a few weeks. And soon you will be sent away again into another covert mission. 

You couldn’t refuse this one. Laswell and Price promised you it wouldn’t take you away too long. Only downside will be you will be going dark, all by yourself, for the duration of the mission. 

“…. I have accepted another mission, We will have to go dark for a while Nik, it won’t take too long. I’ll be back before you know it.” You smile up at him, stroking his hand. “I already told Captain I will take a bit of time off, no more missions for a while, we can finally go on the honeymoon we have planned for God knows how long.”

He frowned. He doesn’t like you going on covert missions, you are not a trained soldier like the others, nor were you trained for undercover or covert missions. But he knows if Price or Laswell had to ask you, they had no other candidates or they were desperate for help.

“Make sure you pull out if anything goes wrong, don’t be a hero, alright?” He kisses you, expressing his worries. 

“You know me, very good at running away.” He side eyed you as you try to reassure him., “I will be alright Love. I promise you.” 

Neither of you knew a few weeks after, you would disappear, sparking a huge rescue mission and return as a broken woman. 

@homicidal-slvt,

You can see I seriously gave up on the smut scene at the end lol. I really suck at it. I admire those who can write a great smut scene that flows.

taglist:

@roosterr @preciouslittlecreature

@boughhs 

[swordandscytheandpen]

Breaking into book five and ANAXARES IS BACK BABEY! And physically described for what I think is the first time.

Tanned in the way of the Free Cities, he was dressed like a beggar in worn robes too loose on his frame. Which was thin, though not the thinness of the heathy. He looked like he’d had too many lean meals, or perhaps like the fire in those grey eyes had eaten away at his body from the inside. The Hierarch of the League of Free Cities, for this could not be anyone else, was middle-aged and balding. His eyebrows were thick and bushy, both they and his sparse beard warring between white streaks and dark brown. One of his boots, I could not help but notice, had been so poorly sown back on the sole was coming off at the front. I looked at him, saw him scribbling on a clay tablet while intently following the proceedings, and felt the slightest bit of fear. He looked like no one, I thought. But coming from his body like an invisible current was some deep and terrible power the touch of which could be felt over all of Rochelant. It was not reaching into my mind, not yet, but it felt as if raising my hand would allow me to feel the unseen ripples.

"He looked like no one, I thought." Ohh yes yes yes, that's not insignificant. Names are reflected in their holders' appearances, and this is a very different kind of "looking like no one" than you get with, say, Scribe. Anaxares' appearance reflects the fact that he sees himself as an ordinary everyman, as part of the People. This is another point of evidence to my other post: Amadeus is mad at the gods because they're unfair to villains; Anaxares is mad because they're unfair to everyone.

Now, while I of course fully expected Hierarch to be behind the mobs — it was pretty heavily implied, though that might admittedly have been my own wishes — I'm fascinated by how powerful the effect seems to be:

“That’s an aspect,” Indrani said, voice hushed. “Gods, how can that be an aspect?” “Andronike?” I asked. The crow-goddess did not reply for a long moment, until I turned my head to look at her. If a bird could look uncomfortable, I saw, it would be something like this. “This is… difficult,” Andronike said, voice tight. “The pull is strong.” My fingers clenched. “You’re having a hard time fighting him,” I croaked. “What the Hells is this, Andronike? He’s Named, not…” “Faith,” the crow got out. “This is faith, Catherine Foundling. Pure unadulterated belief, untainted by doubt or hesitation. It sings, and the world sings back.” “Faith in what?” I asked. “Nothing,” Andronike hissed. “A snake eating its own tail. It is bleak madness screamed by endless throats, and it would stand tribunal over the Gods themselves.”

... I really was expecting Anaxares to be... subtler, I guess. Raw power and supernatural influence certainly weren't what I thought I'd see, at any rate, though the display might seem subtler to ordinary folk. Clearly there have been some internal developments since his run-in with the Bard. What's the aspect, I wonder? Incite? Instigate? It clearly relies on others — I wonder if it could be deployed against an army, or even the Dead King's forces? The latter I doubt, but the former could be a fascinating challenge for Catherine if applied to her own forces.

I have two guesses for how this could be employed in the story: number one, the Serenity. Nobody seems to have any real thoughts on how to deal with the Dead King's personal Hell yet, and this seems like one of the few things that could make a dent without causing mass death. That said, it feels, narratively, more like the Serenity will eventually be some kind of big challenge for Cat. Having to choose between slaughtering a huge group of mostly innocents (Evil But Effective Choice) and trying in vain to convince them to turn against Neshamah (Good But Useless Choice) seems like the sort of story beat that would fit better for her. I guess I can also see that happening and then deploying the Hierarch as a sort of compromise, cheating the story yet again, but I dunno, it doesn't click for me quite.

The second possibility, which I see as more narratively plausible, is that the Hierarch will end up killing some big-name hero who publicly oversteps. This would probably take the form of: some hero (probably Hanno, Judgment is his whole thing) makes the unilateral decision of killing a villain, maybe Black or Kairos, who has recently done something helpful and/or proven themself useful. The hero commits this murder in a public setting, the general public is pissed about it, and Anaxares' aspect incites or empowers the People to tear the hero limb from limb. But this prediction has its own problems, in that it denies Anaxares the chance to actually transcend the games of Names. This scenario would suborn the People into a weapon in the contest between Named, and unless I've misread Anaxares' Role, that doesn't really fit either.

So I suppose what I mean to say is, I have no idea what might happen with this aspect, and the above two paragraphs were basically short-form fanfic.

As for the faith part, this brings to mind the idea of "true faith" some modern vampire media like VTM uses, where faith in anything has a material effect, so long as it's faith. (Was it Doctor Who that had the vampires repelled by the faithful Communist?) Has there been any previous indication that Creation runs on belief-rules? There's Sve Noc, at least, brought to power by constant implicit sacrifice. But I don't recollect any other use of faith as a material force. We haven't been enlightened as to the intricacies of priestly powers, so it could be that the Lanterns get their juice from their own faith... but it could also be gifts from the Gods. We don't have a ton of evidence either way here, as far as I remember.

Still, "standing tribunal over the Gods themselves" is exactly what I was hoping for, and it's what I sensed a whiff of in my post on Anaxares' confrontation with the Wandering Bard. Anaxares is similar to Amadeus in that he opposes the Gods and what they have deemed for the world, but the details of his view are vastly different.

Black, though he might kill me for saying so, operates off of spite. I don't remember the passage, but he has said that he seeks victory for Evil "to prove it can be done," or something along those lines. He's so furious at the state of Creation that he wants to invert it. Anaxares doesn't. He believes in a different authority entirely.

“You are Cordelia Hasenbach,” the man stated, half-questioningly. A moment passed, while I was genuinely at a loss for words. Ah, I thought. So this is why the Tyrant thinks he can make a pawn of you. For a heartbeat I debated actually pretending I was the First Prince just to see if I could make some trouble for her, but discarded the notion just as quick. Best not to roll dice when they had teeth and a noted fondness for biting. “Catherine Foundling,” I replied. “Queen of Callow.” If he felt embarrassed about the mistake, he didn’t show it in the slightest. “There’s no such thing,” he told me sternly. “Queens or Catherine Foundling?” I said. “Because one of those debates is a lot more philosophical than I’m equipped to handle.”

Hee hee. But it is fascinating just how divorced Anaxares is becoming from worldly affairs. He started as a diplomat, remember — originally, he may have been wholly subordinate to the First and Greatest of the Free Cities, but he was still very involved in foreign affairs. He's changed a ton since the start, and some fraction of this change was since his run-in with the Bard. Names tend to do this to people, it seems, separate them from reality in favor of their ideals, but they don't do that without personal development and/or a story behind the shift.

“Is this why the League has gone to war?” I asked. “To end crowns?” There wasn’t a single thing that changed about him, I thought. He was still a skeleton of a man in ill-fitting robes, a scarecrow with a scowl. Not a single thing had changed, and yet… If I strained the ear, I could hear the chorus. The howls of the mob. Chains ripped apart, palaces toppled and bones being crushed. Torches starting a fire that would spread across the world. A song of revolt, of rebellion. I could feel it, like warm wine running through my veins. It was harsh and unforgiving, but oh how glorious it was. How easy it would have been to partake of it and let that warmth swallow me whole. “We are all of us free or we are none of us free,” the Hierarch of the League of Free Cities said, voice like steel. “There is no middle ground. And for the lashes struck at our back, all will be called to account – if gallows must be raised for devils and angels alike, so be it.” I almost, out of sheer contrariness, pointed out that devils did not die but only disperse. But would they really, if it was this man passing the sentence? Suddenly I was not so certain. My mistake, I thought, had been trying to think of him as either a terror or a fool. Fear had dogged me, wading through his aspect, but it had retreated as we spoke. As the man proved to be so uninterested in his surrounding as to be lost. I’d allowed the cadenced little phrases, the obvious mistakes and ignorance, to lull me into believing him… adrift. Living in his own world. But Black had warned me about people like this, hadn’t he? About Named who did not see Creation as it was but how it should be. Men and women who embraced their vision so deeply they bent the world around them to match it. My mistake, I thought once more, had been to believe he must be only one of the two. He was not. The Tyrant of Helike had not sharpened this blade so carefully to cut a mortal empire, I decided. There was a broader game unfolding.

So where's Kairos aiming? The Heavens and Hells don't seem like the kind of entites capable of rising in revolt, even with an effect this strong. The Bard is a clear and obvious enemy of the Tyrant's, and one shared by Anaxares at that, but this isn't the kind of weapon that can hurt her. She doesn't have cities or armies, she's pretty much as divorced from that as possible. Hell, she could be excommunicated from every society on Calernia and still be almost as effective. I can't see the broader picture here, and it's frustrating. As much as I love him, this story does not end with Anaxares victorious; that's not how this works. He isn't going to liberate everyone.

But it's conceivable that he carves out a larger republic somewhere, and that republic works as an engine of... whatever this is all on its own. That sounds plausible, albeit not likely. It fulfills the "fire that would spread across the world" Cat hears, and surely Anaxares understands that he can't just go to every single city on Calernia and start riots. We don't even know what this place is going to look like after he leaves. But of course Anaxares has an answer to the "how are you going to win" question:

“War against Calernia,” he said amusedly. “As if tearing down masters was the same thing as warring on their slaves. You betray yourself, tyrant. You think I wage war on them?” The stylus flicked at the crowd of Procerans. The axe went up, the axe went down. Another dead man, dragged into the alley. “The old faceless thing bade me to choose a side,” the Hierarch said. “And at long last, I have.” My eyes narrowed. The old faceless thing. There weren’t a lot of entities out there that would fit that epithet. Anaxares of Bellerophon smiled, crooked teeth bared. “You think us outnumbered?” he said. “How many of us are there, tyrant, and how many of you?”

Again, he was a diplomat. Anaxares may not be so very smart, but his understanding isn't that shallow. He's got to know that it'll take more than a few loose sparks for the world to go up in flame. Which means he's not being entirely forthright with Cat, he's mostly antagonizing her, like in his letters. His only real goal can be to strike a blow against the Gods, or more likely, their proxy — though that is difficult for reasons stated above.

But there's something else I want to talk about. See, I got a fair few chapters into Book Five while I sat on this post.

Okay, fine, I got to chapter 72. What do you want from me.

But the point is that, having come back to this post fresh off the coup attempt in Salia, I see a parallel. Anaxares views his chosen mortal ideology as above even the Gods, and is strongly implied to have the power to enforce that. Cordelia is exactly the same. She sees the rule of Proceran law as superior to the law of Above, and is able to exercise that power to such extent that she forces a Name back down. It's not the same ideology, sure, but it's mortal. That's the important part. This is the start of a pattern, and we know how those work in the Guide.

And it's no coincidence that these two cases — Cordelia and Anaxares exercising their very human ideologies — are the only two times we've actually seen the Wandering Bard upset, angry, and even surprised. I think I'm starting to see the shape of this story, mortal beliefs triumphing over Above and Below, and if it's followed through on it could be very impressive.

[goose-books]

goose-books productions: a 2023 review

only [checks watch] two months late! view the image in higher quality here; read past years-in-review here; and thank you as always to my beloved @yvesdot for the template!

i shan't be dishonest; 2023 was not exactly the year of max. but i still got a lot of good writing done! transcripts + commentary under the cut, and, uh, take the godsong character roster again.

cws: animal death (february), pregnancy/miscarriage + body image issues (july), addiction (september), self-harm-as-metaphor (october)

january

what’s that? godsong ran away with me for another year? well, it does that. in the second of a plotted trilogy, anna (roughly: what if aeneas were a very sad lesbian?) and her lieutenants visit a soothsayer. ichari wants to kill for her, btw. anna please let them kill for you,

“Have we got to sacrifice an animal?” Sascha said, tilting his head. “Let you dig around in the entrails?” “If you’d like,” the Sibyl said, upper lip wrinkling. “But I’m haughty enough to believe I can make do with a bit of holy blood. Not you. Annadrijanna, if you would give me your hand.” Anna didn’t move. Her eyes widened, very slightly, as she stared at the hand the Sibyl had extended to her, palm up. Ichari’s hand was on their knife again before they could blink. Damn the gods and Avender’s Sibyl, and damn Anna’s quest, the moment she needed it they could have their blade in the prophet’s throat no matter what holy punishment tumbled down on their heels— “It won’t be like the other,” the Sibyl said, nodding to Anna’s right hand. “I keep my tools clean. Far less messy than entrails.” From their cloak pocket they drew a glinting silver pin, topped with a bead of pearl. “Just a prick, that’s all.” Ichari couldn’t tell if Anna’s chest was rising and falling beneath the robes, or if she had calcified entirely. “Anna,” they said, soft, warning. Almost pleading. Just give me the word, Anna. Just say the word. “You’ve a lot of ghosts clinging to your robes, Annadrijanna,” the Sibyl said softly. “I need a bit of life.”

february

while anna’s doing that, ambergris is causing problems. raised in regency patriarchyville, she recently befriended a dragon and received Powers; now she’s working toward 1. making it seem like her family’s manor is haunted 2. killing her parents and 3. having gay sex. not necessarily in that order.

Blood and yolk still stuck to her hands, gumming the webbing between thumb and forefinger. But it was a pretty picture, the mews desecrated, the falcons gone mad and tearing open their eggs. The duchy would whisper that Pyranimia had forsaken even the birds, that the Armindale fortune was suffocating in broken shells, and no one would consider that it was only nature, that rabbits and snakes and stable cats would swallow down their young if they got hungry. But not here, Ambergris thought, serene, picturing what her mother would say when she learned of the mews—the slight twitch of her mouth before her face settled back into glacial calm. Not you. You wish you could. You’re starving for it. But you won’t be rid of me now. You don’t know that yet. But I hold you in my hands now. If I were really a sorceress, I could twist up your body, ruin the organs that made me, the ones that hurt you. Or I could take them out and let you go free. She could sympathize. Abandoned by the goddess, she too might have withered and waned, and come to loathe the children sapping her strength as they grew inside her body. But her mother had made Ambergris too well for that—too cold to love a child or a husband, too cold to shrink from blood. You took the knife from your chest and put it in mine, Ambergris thought. But the gods have been watching. My god has been watching. The storm is building. And before I ever let you eat me, Mother, I will finish a daughter’s work and drain you dry. She raised her hand to her mouth, where her thumb met her forefinger, and licked away the blood.

march

in the spring i wrote a very long paper about antony and cleopatra (the shakespeare play, and also the people, and also the echoes of their story in the aeneid). which got me thinking about the deliberate narrative parallels between dido and cleopatra, which got me writing a ten-minute play where they have a one-night stand. happens to the best of us. i’m very proud of how this one came out, actually, but i have no idea what to do with it. target audience of weird lesbian classicists?

D: I want to be someone they don’t write tragedies about. C: (to the audience) Well. How charmingly ironic. D: If I could just—have—if I could just—just a life. Just someone who loves me. Just someone who won’t go away. Something boring. Something monotone. I don’t care how good I look burning. I want to stop being on fire. C: You have absolutely no sense of flair. D: I miss my sister. (A pause. She looks to C.) C: Can’t help you there. I had mine killed. D: (exhausted) Happens.

april

fans of the aeneid, please enjoy The Scene In Which The Protag Loses To A Tree. if godsong ever drops i will accept a 10-page double-spaced essay about how it is in conversation with the jason & medea myth.

Anna set his jaw. He braced his wooden hand against the trunk, then stepped up onto the coil and reached for the golden branch. It was slick and cold under his fingers, closer to stone than wood; Anna took hold and yanked. The branch slid from his fingers. Anna grabbed the trunk so he didn’t fall backward, ice jolting up his spine. The serpent hadn’t moved. Again he tried to snap the branch. A whisper of leaves as it bent, but there was no give; again his sweat-damp hand fell away. The word that slipped from his mouth startled him, because it was the sort of word no one used in a temple, something Caradorra had been scolded for saying in front of their mother. Another glance at Sascha. The serpent hadn’t stirred. Anna wiped his hand on his robes, straining up on his toes, and wrapped his hand around the base of the branch. If he could saw at it—but his sword lay gleaming and useless in the grass, his calves starting to ache, the branch warming under his touch. Please, Iv, please, please, please— He ignored the flicker in the corner of his eye: movement from the lakeside. But then came the hiss, rising like steam from the water thrown at the charred walls of a burning city, and his blood ran cold. Breaking from the lake, wet and shimmering, came an enormous frilled head. The second serpent, awake and alert, slitted yellow eyes fixed on Anna. It moved faster than thought—legs bunching, coils rippling, launching itself for the tree. “Sascha, down!” Ichari shouted from the treeline, and the gun went off, louder than godly thunder, and the branch beside Anna burst into splinters, and as he gave a last desperate yank the golden branch snapped cleanly into his hand.

may

while working on the actual plot of godsong, i was also fleshing out the backstory, and ended up stumbling into the personalities of anna’s parents (a t4t4t throuple! let’s go gay people). so here’s a bit of anna backstory from the perspective of his mother, who is wonderful and nervous. did you know anna was chosen for priesthood at age 11? probably had no long-term psychological effect on her at all.

It was a celebration for Eli’s records: three days and three nights of festival feasting, of singing and dancing and hymns, of the temple bells ringing a clangorous echo from dawn until dusk. In past years, after past Ivtouchings, the celebrations had been citywide but quieter, briefer—the ceremonial anointment before the temple doors, to mark the new priest as a new melody in Iv’s living voice, and then a song. But it had been three hundred years since Iv had plucked a child from the rings of Ivander to holiness. No simple ceremony would suffice. On the first day, the older Ivtouched helped Anna atop an oxcart, the horns of each ox wrapped in gold ribbon, and led him in cheering parade through the city’s spiraling roads to the temple. In the street, in the surging shouting crowds that followed on foot, Radi cheered her voice hoarse and tried to etch the picture into her memory: the brilliant blue of the sky, the loose tail of ribbon flapping from one oxhorn, the glint of the sun off the bronze-painted spokes of the cart’s wheels. All of those details she might have set to canvas, with a small enough brush and a steady enough hand. But she knew even then that she wouldn’t try. There was no replicating her son’s smile, so broad it must have ached, or the dazed look of joy in his eyes. As if he were dreaming and praying not to wake. As if some curtain had unveiled before him to show him the heavens in shining vivid color, the world created for him anew. Someone else’s hands would mark him holy; someone else’s hands had dressed him in the dark Ivtouched robes, billowing out behind him in the breeze. He wasn’t quite tall enough. The hem was pinned up so it didn’t drag. Every few minutes atop the cart, Anna’s hand drifted down to hike the fabric up, more twitchy than deliberate, each yank a quiet spear through Radi’s heart.

june

please refer to my february comments on that list of ambergris’s.

Ambergris regarded them coolly. She had pulled them around the back of the orchestra into a corner: curtained from the rest of the room by a clot of musicians, the strings near too loud to speak over, the lanterns throwing warped shadows over the floor. “I apologize,” she said, slow, “if I startled you, Captain. I’d like a word.” Ichari’s heart still pattered at their ribs. Again they forced down the shaking need to wipe that faint smirk from her face. “You’ve had a few. You satisfied yet?” “Y-you’ve met my husband,” Ambergris said, “twice now.” So she had been watching, then, probably sunken into the shadows like a grotesque. “Twice too many times,” they said, curling their lip. “You aren’t impressed.” “Don’t let me offend your wifely sensibilities.” Ichari flashed their wickedest grin to see if she would squirm. “But you’re too pretty to go to waste on an ill-dressed fool’s limp cock.” Ambergris didn’t flinch, but her eyes widened slightly. Big innocent eyes, Sascha’s eyes, with all the guilelessness of a kitten. “Am I?” “Too good for him? I’m sorry you had to find out this way, duchess.” “Not duchess,” Ambergris said, “yet. I find—I know I’m too good. Am I pretty.”

july

more backstory, this time in second person about ambergris’s mother, who gets a POV in the book proper. not a very fun POV, but there's generational trauma to explore. creusa is the doctor that's been called in to help jonquilla through a miscarriage; she is gnc as fuck (jonquilla voice: you're insane).

Four weeks Creusa tends your bedside—four fuzzy weeks drifting in and out of fever, your thoughts racing like loosed horses, as you bleed out the last of your hoped-for heir. You loathe her for it, with a bright-hot intensity you can only grasp for moments at a time between unconsciousnesses. You loathe her for daring to pity you, for helping you sit up to drink down your pain relief; you loathe her for doing it well. You loathe her because she is fresh and young and rosy-cheeked and you are soft and lumpy and pathetic. You loathe her because she is beautiful despite all she does to destroy it, despite the way she prowls the manor in trousers, despite the fact that you have never once seen her suck in her stomach. Beautiful the way you were mere years ago. Beautiful enough to make breath catch when those worn fingers tuck her shorn hair behind her ears. What gives her the right to see you like this? What gives her the right to sprawl out in your home, in your chambers, in all her impropriety? What gives her the right to choose to be—this? Does she have a husband somewhere who lets her run free? Children she tends to with the same slight curve of a smile she gives you? Sisters? Brothers? Who does she fall into bed with at night? You want to step inside her skin, to pry it up, to take her apart and see how her heart beats. She’s had her hands in enough of your blood. You want to hold her organs. Your dreams come in tatters. Your stomach swollen to bursting again. The endless hallways. Dittany soaring away from you. Children squirming in your gut. Creusa stroking your hair. Sometimes those are not dreams, you think; sometimes your eyes flutter open and she is there, patient, quiet, calm. As she always is, except for the crease in her soft rose-petal lips, because when you are asleep she does not smile at you. She watches you as if she is afraid for you. She watches you as if she is guilty of something.  There are other dreams, too. Dreams you refuse to remember.

august

in august i had a Medical Experience. but first i finished the draft of godsong2, because i never fucking lose. this bit is from the very last scene, where no one is doing well.

Most days she shaved her face each day after morningsong, when she had the strength and a passable mirror. In Ivander she had not needed to, but she liked the look of it, the cleanness; in Armindale Manor she had been particularly careful. Sascha must have noticed, or picked it up from her face, because he scrambled wobbling back to his feet. “I’ll fetch a razor, eh?” “Sascha—” Ichari started, but Sascha waved a hand. “I’ll do it, Anna,” he said, earnest. Her twinge of warmth was faint; she inclined her head slightly. They had done something like this before, Sascha scrunching up next to her to wind his fingers through her hair—hair, Anna realized distantly, that was soot-choked and tangled now. He had spun her waves into a thick braid, then a number of tiny ones, chattering all the while; she had repaid him for it once with a spiraling swirl of mehndi across each of his fluttery hands. Now, though, when he held the razor up to her face, there was a new trepidation in the set of his lips. It took Anna too many sticky seconds to realize he was trying and failing to settle the terrible shake in his hands. “Sorry,” he said, blanching, when Anna looked at him. “Ah, I’m sorry, I…” “Armindale,” Ichari said, soft. Gentler than she had ever heard his name in their voice. They held out a palm. “S’okay.” Anna tilted her face toward them. Sascha scooted back to wrap his arms around his knees and watch Ichari sliver the hair from her chin, one hand braced against her cheek, their hands callused and cold and kind.

september

and we've reached the part of the year where school hit me like a Fucking Train. here's some carronash. that is, MILF julius caesar x neopronouns mark antony, in an extremely uneven borderline-religious-worship dynamic that has swallowed the latter's entire life (more about their deal here). you know, out of context here, they almost look sweet.

Ash shut xir eyes so xe wouldn’t see her hear it, and xe croaked, “I need a drink.” Her chest rose and fell beneath xim in silence. Somewhere beyond xir walls, a cart rattled over the streets. “I know,” Ash said, panic starting to rise cold in xir throat. “I know—I know, but it hurts, I need a drink, Julienne, it hurts, I think I’m going to die. I think I might fucking die.” I know you do, she had said the last time xe’d told her xe needed a drink. I know you do. I know you know why it’s a bad idea. And she had kissed xir forehead like an anointment and held xim when xe shook with frustrated sobs. Nothing now. Just her hand combing through xir curls. “Julienne,” Ash said, near a whine, the craving a spidery itch beneath xir skin. “Ash,” Julienne said. “Am I asking too much of you?” It didn’t sound like a condemnation. Xir insides curled anyway. “No,” xe said, small as a scolded child. “No, I just—I just…” “If it’s too much,” she said, soft. “If you can’t bear it. There’s no shame in that.”

october

i posted this poem here, but we’ll see it again! i think it’s kind of heavy-handed, but that's what happens when you try to articulate an insanity.

2:35 grindstone // max franciscovich there is a knife in my hand. there is a knife i am holding in the palm of my hand. i hold it by the blade. when i squeeze the blood runs down through the webbings of my fingers and the sting is hot. if i uncurl my fingers i will let go of the knife and it will not hurt. if i let go of the knife i will forget pain. suffering and fear will dull and scab over and my eyes will close. when i squeeze i remember it hurts. i remember i am dangerous. my eyes can close. i can cut with a touch. if i let go of the knife it will not hurt to make a fist. if i let go of the knife i will make a fist. if i let go of the knife in my hand i will forget there is a knife in my hand. when i squeeze the sting whets my thoughts and i see the world in all its brutal glory and i touch nothing i could ruin. there is a knife in my hand. there is a knife i am holding in the palm of my hand.

november

no nano this year :( i was being crushed by school and mentals, unfortunately. which sucks, because i've had a streak since 2018! but alas. next year. i did write a little more godsongverse backstory, set in anna's old city and starring the book's hector and andromache figures (ira and lucia, respectively; imi and nia are their twin toddlers).

Here was a part of the war that would not be told: that sometimes it would be late, very late, the sun sunken into the earth and the children in bed, before Ira came home. That Imi and Nia were asleep, Lucia suspected, was not an effect but a reason, because sometimes her heart-knit lover was nigh unrecognizable in the doorway, hunched and haggard, bathed in gore, and the twins would have been terrified. Blasphemous, maybe, for Lucia to see the dried blood cracking in rivulets on Ira’s skin and think of Iv’s shattered face. But even blasphemy was better than the other reason she shied from the thought—that likening Ira to the holiest of martyrs felt like giving up. Giving into what she suspected everyone else already thought inevitable. After the first night she had stopped fearing the worst. There would have been no missing the uproar in the city. Her fears were simpler: how much blood there might be, how many times Ira would wake in the night. But unless the wailing rose high enough to shake the temple down, the sixth wall of Ivander stood, and Lucia sat at home with the spinning and waited.

december

and… would you look at that, more godsong. i did write non-godsong things this year! but most of them are short stories i'm hoping to send out for publication, so i'm not keen on sharing yet. this, however, is literally a godsong x hadestown AU that i’ve been calling spadestown, and if i ever finish it i Will be posting it here. in a beautiful alternate world, godsong is an annaspades romcom. (it's not even that in this AU.)

Lying on the bed watching Anna write, Spades said, “You know xim. The queen.” Not an accusation, exactly. But a search for solid ground, an escape from the ice shifting under her. At the desk, Anna tapped the end of his pen against his lips. Distracting lips, unfairly plush. “Yes,” he said after an absent moment. “It is—natural. Xe returns every summer.” “Only here?” “As far back as I remember.” Anna blinked; Spades watched it sink in. “But not where you come from.” Spades shrugged. There were gods where she had come from, too. Not the sort one poured drinks for. “I suppose we can’t all be holy,” she said, reaching out across the narrow span of the room to his chair. Anna took her hand, his skin warm against hers, his pen calluses already familiar—the tip of his second finger, the inside of his third. When she closed her eyes, Ash’s grin flashed behind her lids. Xe must have known who she was. Gods always knew. “Sing it again,” she said, patting the bed beside her. Anna was staring at the page. He hummed another bar under his breath. Spades thought she might have to get up, to close the journal for him, to slip the pen from his hands and kiss him and hope he kissed back instead of dreaming louder. Then Anna said, “Sing what?” Spades tipped his chair back to hear him yelp. “What do you think, dipshit?” “My song?” Anna said, and there was his little winking smile. “Or our wedding hymn?” There was only one bed in the attic room, so they slept curled together. Invariably Spades woke with silky hair in her mouth. Not bad, she figured, for a night always warm.

and that's a wrap! i know i didn't post much this year, but i'm still hard at work at various odds and ends. thank you for sticking around, and i hope everyone reading this has a wonderful 2024!

[zwy01]

Noble OCs - Loyard

Making five OCs for every clan!

Adaliah Loyard: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Adaliah walks amongst humans. She is mysterious and lurks in the woods as a shadow, only to be seen in places where war has taken place. Adaliah believes that war is inevitable in a strong-eats-weak world and doesn’t interfere with the development of human history as one would simply observe a snake devour a bird in nature. Sad to witness, but neither is in the wrong. The strong shouldn’t be subdued for their power nor should the weak receive aid for being pushed back. That is Adaliah’s philosophy of life. However, she believes that people should be spared of pain when possible. She deals with the direct aftermath of war. Adaliah appears in battlefields after armies leave their gravely wounded behind. She silently walks over to them and communicates with them one by one through projecting her voice inside their heads and reading their minds. She makes herself invisible at all times except to the person she’s directly speaking with. First, she asks them if they still want to live and tells them she’ll save them if they say yes. If they agree, she treats their wounds. Then, she gives them a basket of food and a jug of water and moves onto the next person. If they say no, she uses her noble superpowers to numb their pain and induce them into a deep sleep with the sweetest dreams before sending them off to peace. Finally, she gives them a proper burial and wishes for their eternal freedom from Earth. Adaliah also offers something similar to the terminally ill. The journey of life may be painful, but the destination of death doesn’t have to be. Whether Adaliah does her acts of charity out of love or pity is a mystery. All that matters is she cares for humans. In some human cultures, there’s a myth about a barefooted and cloaked silver-haired goddess of mercy. There are no collective witnesses, yet there are many individual accounts of the same experience. Adaliah’s partner is an unnamed Pyradros.

Yuelin Loyard: Non-pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to Gejutel’s generation.

Yuelin was a close friend of Lagus. The young and curious Loyard boy met the Tradio Clan Leader when he accidentally stumbled into the off-limits herb garden and got trapped by aggressive plants that recognized him as an intruder. Lagus happened to be nearby and heard faint cries for help. He told his plants to let go of the boy and carried him indoors to treat him with antidotes because the plants had injected him with a poison. Yuelin woke up to Lagus chuckling at him and telling him that he was pretty close to becoming fertilizer. The young boy apologized profusely, bowed, and ran back home. Lagus didn’t think too much and carried on with his business. To his surprise, Yuelin returned the next day and waited outside the garden this time. Somehow, he took a liking to the eccentric Lagus and wanted to be closer to his savior. He was willing to help out as an assistant to repay the debt of a life saved. Curiously, Lagus did not tell the boy to go away and let him tag along. Yuelin spent most of his time with his diplomat parents and visited Lagus whenever he could. The two grew close and created happy memories together. Then tragedy happened. One day, young adult Yuelin was on a diplomatic mission with his parents and some other nobles, and they were ambushed. A werewolf clan that pretended to be friendly lured them into the outside world and slaughtered them. Yuelin survived because he was curious and ran off to explore his surroundings a few moments before bloodshed erupted. When he noticed the chaos, he hid in the bushes and stayed there until the massacre ended. He could only watch the horror with his hands over his mouth. The werewolves left when they thought they had gotten everyone and a very distraught and frightened Yuelin crawled back home alone.

Yuelin returned as a different person. It was as if he underwent a complete personality change. His cheerful and optimistic self had been replaced by a dark and maniacal one. He suddenly gained an obsession with the color red, especially glowing red lights. Perhaps that was his way of dealing with trauma. Turns out when his family and fellow nobles were getting slaughtered, he focused all of his attention on the red lights in the sky from the dead to distract himself from the other screams of agony. Yuelin became fixated on the red lights of dying nobles and that remained unchanged for a lifetime. He still helped Lagus as an assistant, but spent most of his time gathering information on nobles who were about to get executed just so he could be a witness and see more red lights. To him, the death of nobles painted the most grotesquely beautiful scenery and seeing them was the only way to temporarily quell his internal unrest. Yuelin had been living with the Tradio Clan Leader since his return from the disastrous diplomatic trip because he had no other place to call home after his family’s death. The two of them bonded even more after living together, and perhaps something developed between them. Time passed, the men aged, and their friendship flourished. At some point, Lagus embarked on his path to darkness which he kept a secret from his Loyard friend. Somehow, Yuelin knew. He offered himself to Lagus and told him that he wished to die because he had had enough, but wanted to make the last of himself useful. He requested Lagus to absorb him. He also asked Lagus to prolong the process as long as possible because he wanted to see one final show, the red lights his body emitted as it disintegrated. Lagus reluctantly agreed to help out his beloved friend. They exchanged farewells and Lagus initiated the process. Yuelin sighed of relief as he slowly faded away. His last words were “beautiful” and “at last” as he watched his own body disappear. Before Yuelin was euthanized, he may or may not have offered a soul fragment to Lagus for the creation of Claudia.

Dian Loyard: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Dian has an eerie atmosphere to him. He doesn’t talk much and people get the chills when they make eye contact with him. When he walks, it’s as if he’s floating around in his long robes because his incredibly small steps stabilize his balance to the extreme. Dian is the Watcher of the Candles. It’s not an official title or job of any sort. Rather, it’s a description the nobles came up for him to highlight his unusual interests. Dian’s home is massive and has floors above and below ground. No one knows how deep it goes. In his home are endless halls filled with special candles which he regularly patrols and arranges. He lights and extinguishes the candles with his noble powers. The candles are black and the flames burn blue. They all look identical with no writing or carvings of any sort, yet Dian somehow knows which is which. If you randomly switch them up, he can identify each individual one and restore them to their former positions flawlessly. No one knows how he’s capable of such a skill. Dian uses his candles to keep track of all noble lives in Lukedonia. Each candle represents a noble, sort of like a name tag. He adds and lights up a candle for each newborn and said candle will stay ignited for as long as they live. When nobles die, he extinguishes their respective candles but doesn’t remove them from the hall they’re in. The candles of the deceased serve as their figurative graves. Dian’s home never seems to run out of space for new candles. He will keep “records” of Lukedonia’s population until his own death. When he dies, he has a spell set up so his candle extinguishes itself. Dian’s partner is an unnamed Blerster.

Saoirse Jeanne Loyard: Pureblood turned non-pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Saoirse was the older sister of Noel, the father and predecessor of Seira. Her little brother was born when she was teenager. Unlike Noel who was kind, altruistic, and emphatic, Saoirse had none of those qualities. She never really resonated with her parents’ teachings of the importance of protecting humans as nobles. Even though she didn’t, she pretended to agree with them. That was her duty as the heir to her clan. Saoirse was envious and bitter towards Noel just as much as she loved him. Her feelings for him were very complicated and perhaps not enough to capture through mere words. Noel was the unusual non-pureblooded child born to a pureblooded Clan Leader. Their parents loved both of their children equally but even then Saoirse couldn’t help but feel resentful towards her younger brother. Noel’s status as non-pureblood meant that he could never become the successor, and she was jealous of exactly that. Despite being a hard worker, Saoirse felt numb and indifferent towards her responsibility and the expectations Lukedonia had for her. But, she couldn’t relinquish her status as heir either because it would’ve meant voiding her of all of her past efforts. Meanwhile Noel was free to live however he wanted to thanks to the indirect blessing of being born as non-pureblood. Saoirse’s discontent stemmed from two factors. Firstly, Noel shone too brightly. He was everything Saoirse wished she could’ve been but never had. He helped all and gave away pieces of his heart. His dream was to help create a safer world by protecting the weak. Saoirse thought her brother was delusional yet she admired his genuine selflessness. Whenever she was next to him, she felt dull and undignified. She was proud of him and cheered him on yet wished he would give up on his dreams someday as his radiance hurt her. Secondly, Saoirse wished she could be released from her role as heir despite wanting to clutch on simply for the sake of not tossing away centuries of tough grind. Externally, she showed nothing and continued to act as Clan Leader to-be while her internal struggles ate away her happiness piece by piece.

Saoirse’s perceived naivety of Noel only added fuel to the fire because not only could he daydream, he could do it to his heart’s desire without the constraints and responsibilities of a pureblood. Perhaps Saoirse also felt pity for Noel in that he could’ve accomplish more if he were born as a pureblood. Yes his light blinded her, yes she was bitter about him, yet part of her wished to tear off her wings and give them to him because he deserved them more than her. Eventually, Saoirse’s dissonance clouded her judgement and she would go on and make a decision to regret for a lifetime. She visited a mysterious masked Paradiso noble and made a wish to switch places with Noel. She was fully aware of the true nature of the Paradiso’s supernatural wish-granting ability but she committed nonetheless. She specified in her wish that she wanted to give her powers and abilities to her little brother and modify everyone’s memories so no one is aware of this exchange taking place except for herself. Saoirse’s wish was granted and the world’s gears turned at once. History was rewritten, and she became the non-pureblood and Noel became the heir. In hindsight, maybe she should’ve asked for her own memories to be modified as well. She immediately regretted her decision as the switch only made matters worse in reality. Not only did she not feel fulfilled by her newly acquired freedom, she was horrified when she came to her senses and realized the immense burden she had placed on her brother. Now that he’s the future Clan Leader, he’d actually go out of his way and put himself in real danger because he has the power to do so as a pureblood. No no no no, this cannot happen, I was so stupid, she thought. But wishes are irreversible. Saoirse could only wait in anxiety for the worst to come, which is the world counterbalancing the wish itself. It could happen tomorrow or a thousand years later. The uncertainty of the wait itself was a curse. Centuries passed and nothing happened, and though Saoirse knew it was impossible for the counterbalance to not happen, every day she prayed that the world would “forget” about it. Every time she looked at Noel’s face, she was overwhelmed with guilt. Every loving and soft “Sister” he called out was a lance through her heart. She could only sit by and despair. The worst came to be when the world killed Noel through Zarga’s hands. Zarga was merely a catalyst the world borrowed for the clean-up of Noel’s existence. Noel the Clan Leader was never meant to be, and ultimately had to be wiped out to restore the world’s balance. And Saoirse could only blame herself. Following her brother’s death, she would’ve immediately entered eternal sleep out of grief and self-blame, but she had to make up for her grave mistake by taking care of little Seira. That was the last correct decision she could make; she had to do it for him, and his daughter, and herself. Saoirse enters eternal sleep when Seira reaches the age of 200. She never speaks of her secret to anyone. However, her mysterious wish-granter is still alive and knows everything.

Kirsi Vuokko Loyard: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Kirsi likes to build things. She’s not necessarily aiming for anything specific with her creations. She’s more interested in the exploration part that comes with design and construction of ideas. She makes a variety of gadgets but her favorite always has something to do with sharp blades. Perhaps her grandmother Esther Volo had some influence on her. Before Esther entered eternal sleep, she left her extensive scissors collection to her granddaughter because her son found it to be too creepy and didn’t want it. Kirsi seemed like she’d appreciate it, so Granny gifted the goodies to her instead. She can tease her father about it. Kirsi makes excellent torture devices. She thinks of it as an art form. She didn’t start off aiming to design torture devices, though. She just wanted to create something that’d make slicing fruit and blending juice fun. Lo and behold, her talent lands her a job. How lovely. Now her stuff is the standard in dungeons. Kirsi doesn’t get attached to her less successful inventions during trial-and-errors so she tosses them out when she does her decluttering routines. Somehow, one of her prototypes survived and made its way to the human world. It became the inspiration for the guillotine. Kirsi is kind of embarrassed because the humans made a big deal out of one of her unfinished junk DIYs instead of the completed and perfected version of which she has at home. Her partner thinks it’s hilarious and reminds her that she can “correct and enlighten” them with her newer stuff. Kirsi shrugs and says she’s too lazy to do that. The humans can use it to cut each other’s heads off if they want. She uses hers to slice watermelon perfectly. Kirsi’s partner is an unnamed member of Gradeus’ clan.

Thank you for reading! Gradeus’ clan is next!

[hearthandheathenry]

Signs Of Contact From A Deity, Spirit, Or Guide

First, not every sighting of something is a sign, but its important to be open to signs the universe may be trying to give you, especially if you're asking for them. Maybe you asked for guidance from your guardian angels or maybe you've asked a deity to help you out. Whatever the case, here's some common signs to look out for in order to receive their contact.

1. Animals

If you see a strange animal you normally don't, or one that is specifically associated with the deity you're on the lookout for, it may be a sign! Common examples may be dogs, cats, birds, butterflies and other bugs, snakes, and rabbits.

2. Numbers

People often associate "angel numbers" with these signs the most (aka 111, 666, etc) but every single digit has a meaning assigned to it as well, and some combinations have different meanings too depending on the spiritual practice. If you're seeing some number or combination of numbers frequently, it doesn't hurt to look them up to see what they may mean.

3. Natural Phenomenon

Most Gods or Goddesses are associated with some type of natural phenomenon like a specific weather pattern or the moon or the sun, but spirit guides may use these things as well like a rainbow or a sudden storm to get their point across, especially if it's seemingly random. If it feels like a sign, it might just be!

4. Emotions, Thoughts, Or Bodily Changes

Have you ever felt a sudden wave of inner peace during a difficult situation? Or had random thoughts keep popping into your head? Or maybe got a random pain that goes away as suddenly as it came on? Although it is important to look out for signs of illness and check your health first and foremost, these also may be signs from your guides or deities trying to get your attention, comfort you, or communicate with you.

5. Sights, Smells, Sounds, Sensations, Or Tastes

If you're suddenly seeing something out of the corner of your eye, hearing something like bells or music, or something else that doesn't make sense for the situation, these all may be signs. As stated before, it's important to always rule out any health issues like hallucinations, but if you're in the clear, then this again may be a guide or deity showing their presence.

6. Divination

Practicing divination or getting a reading done from someone else is a more clear and direct path for guides or deities to send you messages from the spiritual realm. There are many different types of divination, from the more popular tarot cards and runes, to things like tea leaf readings and even egg yolk readings. Almost all spiritual practices have evidence of some form of divination practice, so feel free to experiment with which ever calls to you and see what messages may come through.

7. Direct Intervention Or Response

This isn't super common, but some lucky individuals get direct intervention or signs to happen when asked. For example, asking to find a four leaf clover as a sign from your guides. Or, something turning out okay even if all signs point to failure. Many people claim that when their lives are saved in dire circumstances, it is because of direct intervention from an angel, spirit, guide, or deity.

8. Synchronicities

Ever had a coincidence that just seemed a little too "on the nose"? This may be a sign! As we get deeper into our spirituality and looking out for divine guidance on our path, we tend to notice more synchronicities, whether they be good or bad (but most often they tend to be good ones). These are great times to assess the situation and see what your guides are trying to tell you. If it's a favorable synchronicity, they may be encouraging you, comforting you, or telling you that you're going in the right direction. If it's a unfavorable synchronicity or if everything seems to be going wrong, then they may be telling you to pause, reassess, or that you may be going in the wrong direction.

[cypriathus]

Here are my versions of Typhon/Abzu, Echidna/Tiamat, Ymir, and the Dagda!

WARNING: There are brief mentions of genitalia.

Telaphorszun/Abhejozur is fully capable of threatening serious harm and causing immense dread amongst those he comes across or witnesses him in person. He can be extremely annoying and shameful, which strangely makes him quite bold and startling. Despite his promiscuous nature, he’s very faithful, protective, and somewhat reliant on his mate, Ækhodzinus/Tiamosjur. He occasionally shows his undue and excessive pride in his appearance, prowess, and personal achievements. He has a ravenous appetite, showing no fear in acting upon his violent greediness for food. Telaphorszun/Abhejozur lacks proper consideration for others that aren’t his friends and family, and he possesses a drive to acquire authoritative power. When he’s blinded by pure rage, he falls into unrestrained surrender to impulse without regard, behaving in an uncontrollable way. He’s strict, yet patient and caring towards his children, and he has fairly excellent intelligence and wisdom. His wisdom gives him a better advantage of dealing things with partial cautiousness and passionate diligence.

He’s immensely gargantuan that his head brushes against the stars, possessing the upper torso of a grotesquely muscular man made from freshwater. He has two coiled European ratsnakes in place of legs and his waist is covered in ten bull heads, ten boar heads, ten serpent heads, ten lion heads, and ten leopard heads. He possesses pointed ears, carnivorous teeth, two serpentine tongues, and eyes that flash orange fire with each heartbeat. He has four monza red eyes of wattle sclera, chateau green pupils, and vertical turquoise slits in the middle. Telaphorszun’s/Abhejozur’s four dew-covered massive wings have a gradient of elm, rock spray, and tussock. His filthy old brick hair is tied into five braids and his beard is shaped into deliberate, beautifully-organised curls in tightly-coiled pillars. He wears a rounded eastern blue cap with seven superimposed pairs of platinum ox-horns, gilt-brass armlets, and a golden shawl with fiery silver patterning on the edges and tassels.

His dark aura can generate devastating storms, and he can breath fire, vomit molten lava, and create volcanic rocks that are used to hurl at his enemies. His presence is able to strike fear in the hearts of those who witness him, causing them to flee instantly. The magnitude of his strength can easily cause Earth to tremble and he’s incredibly durable, only being harmed by lightning bolts and tridents. Telaphorszun/Abhejozur is also phenomenally agile and it allows him to dodge most projectiles, and he possesses nearly absolute reflexes, senses, speed, and stamina. He can manipulate avalanches, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, hydrological disasters, meteorological disasters, wildfires, violent thunderstorms, hurricanes, volcanic eruptions, and floods. He can spew large amounts of venom that can instantly poison two seas, quickly regenerate wounds, and shapeshift into madness-inducing forms. He’s able to use his wings to fly and his vocal chords to produce the sounds of any wild and domesticated animal. Telaphorszun/Abhejozur has the ability to create lakes, springs, rivers, wells, and other sources of freshwater by manipulating the primordial void.

FAMILY:

Unnamed chthonic and storm god or “Tartarus” (father)

Unnamed earth goddess or “Gaia” (mother)

Ækhodzinus/Tiamosjur (wife)

Unnamed lion-dragon demon or “Ušumgallu” (child)

Unnamed horned snake with two forelegs and wings or “Bašmu” (child)

Unnamed lion-headed storm demon with bird feet or “Ugallu” (son)

Unnamed human-headed dog or “Uridimmu” (son)

Unnamed half-human half-scorpion or “Girtablullû” (son)

Unnamed half-human half-bull or “Kusarikku” (son)

Unnamed nine-headed swamp dragon or “Hydra” (daughter)

Unnamed dragon that guards golden sheep or “Colchian Dragon” (child)

Unnamed hundred-headed dragon that guards golden apples or “Ladon” (child)

Unnamed fire-breathing she-monster or “Chimera” (daughter)

Unnamed malevolent riddle-asker or “Sphinx” (daughter)

Unnamed three-headed giant that owns flesh-eating cattle or “Geryon” (son)

Unnamed monstrous female pig or “Crommyonian Sow” (daughter)

Unnamed giant lion with skin that’s impervious to any weapon or “Nemean Lion” (son)

Unnamed liver-devouring eagle or “Caucasian Eagle” (son)

Kerabhonius (adoptive daughter)

Oyrthalenius (adoptive son)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Typhon

Abzu

The Cries of All Wild Beasts

Hurler of Kindled Rocks

Serpent of the Deep

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

His closest friend is Ymejahor (or Asgelomur)

He deeply hates Odersvani for killing Ymejahor and Ziesowa for being brutally forced out of his mountainous territory where Mount Olympus is.

He absolutely hates humanity and most members of The Phaethon.

As an Æylphitus, his name means “cyclone, hurricane or smoking one”. In regards to his second name, Abhejozur means “deep water”.

Ækhodzinus/Tiamosjur is cunning with fierce manipulative tactics and a strong sense of prideful independence. She’s capable of showing fury and malignity in her actions, treating those who disrespect or annoy her and her brethren with savage cruelty. She prefers to viciously harm vile men and masculine entities as she views them as being inferior to their female counterparts. However, she possesses more tranquil, compassionate, and generous tendencies compared to her mate, Telaphorszun/Abhejozur. She has a fairly intense bloodlust and a desire for revenge against those who wronged virgin and pregnant women. She possesses a twisted enjoyment in seducing foolish and impressionable mortals, indulging in her unyielding libido. She experiences palpable mood swings from joyous and energetic to miserable and agitated, which somewhat makes her unpredictable and disorderly wild. Ækhodzinus/Tiamosjur occasionally behaves in a noisy and rude manner during public meetings and parties, but it depends on her current mood and appetite.

Her beautiful mesomorphic body with a lack of breasts, four arms, and a rounded belly is covered in a thin layer of fetid feijoa slime. She has swamp green skin and a gumbo cow udder with greyish speckles and faint purple veins. She has glancing hibiscus eyes with emerald pupils and tacha sclera, a forked tongue, four pointed ears, black claws, and fair rosy cheeks. The upper row of yellowed omnivorous teeth has long fleshy fangs where her canines should be, which indicates that she has a venom sac. Ækhodzinus/Tiamosjur possesses a thick, long mass of curly como hair with maroon flush sheen, and her human torso is protruding from a sea dragon. The sea dragon has the blue-green-white colouration of a Lake Kutubu rainbowfish and four shimmering avian luxor gold wings. Their forelegs and hind legs end in the talons of an eagle and their elongated, feathered necks match the hue of the wings. It also possesses ten snarling lioness heads with flesh-devouring, bone-crushing teeth, glowing purplish-red eyes, and upwards-pointed canine ears.

She has manipulative control over sea-scum, salt-marshes, and the corruptions of the earth in the form of rot, slime, polluted waters, illness, and disease. Ækhodzinus/Tiamosjur is able to quickly conceive and give birth to a spawn of terrible monsters in less than nine months. She can produce a venom that has the power to induce madness, change her size, and use freshwater to create Oceanids and Naiads. She’s practically immortal and ageless, but giants and heifer blood could cause her a sufficient amount of bodily harm. She possesses total authority over all monstrous dragons and snakes, and the ability to quickly regenerate any inflicted wounds. By utilising her massive bird wings, she’s able to fly and deflect magical melee and ranged attacks. She can inflict mortals with any curse imaginable and create rifts in reality to travel across the multiverse. Her aura can distort and warp the weather, crush mountains, and boil seas, and her physical strength, agility, speed, reflexes, senses, and stamina are as good as her mate’s. Ækhodzinus/Tiamosjur is capable of unleashing chaos during times of upheaval and generating air, electricity, and water.

FAMILY:

Unnamed dangerous sea god or “Phorcys” (father)

Unnamed sea monster goddess or “Keto” (mother)

Telaphorszun/Abhejozur (husband)

Unnamed lion-dragon demon or “Ušumgallu” (child)

Unnamed horned snake with two forelegs and wings or “Bašmu” (child)

Unnamed lion-headed storm demon with bird feet or “Ugallu” (son)

Unnamed human-headed dog or “Uridimmu” (son)

Unnamed half-human half-scorpion or “Girtablullû” (son)

Unnamed half-human half-bull or “Kusarikku” (son)

Unnamed nine-headed swamp dragon or “Hydra” (daughter)

Unnamed dragon that guards golden sheep or “Colchian Dragon” (child)

Unnamed hundred-headed dragon that guards golden apples or “Ladon” (child)

Unnamed fire-breathing she-monster or “Chimera” (daughter)

Unnamed malevolent riddle-asker or “Sphinx” (daughter)

Unnamed three-headed giant that owns flesh-eating cattle or “Geryon” (son)

Unnamed monstrous female pig or “Crommyonian Sow” (daughter)

Unnamed giant lion with skin that’s impervious to any weapon or “Nemean Lion” (son)

Unnamed liver-devouring eagle or “Caucasian Eagle” (son)

Kerabhonius (adoptive daughter)

Oyrthalenius (adoptive son)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Echidna

Tiamat

The Serpent Womb

The Glistening One

Eel of the Stormy Pit

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

Her husband often runs to her when he has been emotionally insulted or physically hurt.

Unlike her husband, she frankly doesn’t care much about her own children, but she does have a soft spot for Kerabhonius and Oyrthalenius.

As an Æylphitus, her name means “poisonous viper”. In regards to her second name, Tiamosjur means “sea”.

Ymejahor, born as Asgelomur, is motivated by purely animalistic instincts and is ruthlessly determined to get what they desire, uncaring to the plight of others. Due to being primarily moved by instinct, they often come off as disorderly wild and uncontrollable. They’re extremely cruel and violent towards a small portion of Æylphitus and all non-Æylphitus, finding sexual gratification in witnessing their torture, misery, and humiliation. They only act friendly, compassionate, and respectful towards their friends and family as they value their companionship.

They’re a hermaphroditic entity with a height slightly greater than Earth and a disturbingly mesomorphic body type that has a chiselled musculature and well-endowed breasts. They also have a partially rounded belly, a grotesque and spiky penis, and prominent thighs. Their porcelain skin has a hint of Columbia blue and jungle green with protruding red-violet veins on their neck, biceps, triceps, belly, and upper legs. They have icy blue ram horns and long straight, yet messy ghost white hair with streaks of platinum. They possess bloodshot heterochromia eyes, the right is a yellow-orange and the left is lavender with a sky blue pupil. Their crooked omnivorous teeth can crush bone and tree trunks, and their back is covered in snow-topped moss. They have razor-sharp claws and talons of unbreakable ice, a Fjäll cow tail, an aurochs skull necklace, and a loincloth of reindeer fur.

They have incalculable physical and mental condition and the ability to generate ice, snow, poisonous gases, hot embers, and dark voids. They can manipulate air, earth, fire, and water, change their size, and shapeshift into aurochsen, reindeers, giants, humans, and Ufrajozlens. They have a chilling cold aura that can easily create hail storms and blizzards, and freeze living creatures who get close to them. They’re entirely insusceptible to cold and warmer climates, and capable of creating giants from their armpits and lower legs. Due to their insatiable hunger, they can easily consume every known indigestible and digestible substance.

FAMILY:

Unnamed primeval cow or “Auðumbla” (mother)

“Þrúðgelmir” (son)

“Bergelmir” (grandson)

Ysbedulona (descendent)

Oylwaphen (descendent)

Vafjethudnir (descendent)

Jurnesoxa (descendent)

Skojamur (descendent)

Mugnazori (descendent)

Orgezlusa (descendent)

Skudezorvija (descendent)

Ängrebodius (descendent)

Farneboluti (descendent)

Lokjafeni (descendent)

Narfezomuti (descendent)

Valeszowuji (descendent)

Slepzhamonir (descendent)

Huljatemo (descendent)

Fenjuzori (descendent)

Hameluti L’Hrodvatenius (descendent)

Skojazlen (descendent)

Jormeghandius (descendent)

Forszaleti (descendent)

Modjazeri (descendent)

Orsvezhan (descendent)

Unnamed female giant descendent

Galehoziut Farkletombius (descendent)

Galechornius (descendent)

Bolaphurine (descendent)

Hrosapjelf (descendent)

D’Grufhelona (descendent)

Billions of other descendents

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Ymir

Aurgelmir

Brimir

Bláinn

Silent Progenitor

Sound of Clay

The Frost Giant

The Gravelly Scream

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

They’re described as the first living creature who was the ancestor of all giants, being born from a yeasty venom that dripped from an icy river.

Their flesh formed the earth of Pangaea, their blood purified into bodies of water, their bones became the mountains, their hair created the trees, their helped to shape the clouds, their skull was used as sturdy protection for the sky, and their eyebrows were transformed into leylines as well as mortal and spiritual boundaries. Their jaw and teeth were broken down into rocks and pebbles, their right eye became the Sun, and their left eye was changed into Earth’s moon.

It’s commonly believed by many that their flesh and blood aided in the creation of the dwarves.

As an Æylphitus, their name means “to whine, hermaphrodite or twin”. In regards to their second name, Asgelomur means “shouting clay, sand-bellower or gravel-roarer”.

Dagtezobius is slovenly lecherous and oafish, being a result of his fun-loving, mischievous, and combat-oriented attitude. As a result of his strong fatherly instincts, he’s often gentle, friendly, and compassionate to those he views as family and friends. He only flies into a fit of rage when they have been hurt or wrongly abused, annihilating the perpetrator that’s responsible for their anguish. Whenever he feels threatened or frustrated, he comes off as strangely serious and fearsome. He’s fairly versatile, allowing him to utilise a variety of personal skills and adjust to new conditions. He places genuine value on humility, honesty, faithfulness, independence, and wisdom, which he strictly applies to his life choices and relationships. Dagtezobius seems to be full of clever humour and skilled at gaining an advantage through deceit, having a very good understanding of situations and possibilities. He’s eager to help in a beneficial and advantageous way, and noticeably adventurous, willing to take risks and try new methods.

He’s as tall as the largest mountain, possessing a trapezoidal endomorphic body with robust limbs, chiselled pecs, broad shoulders, a prominent belly, a well-endowed penis, four arms, and Irish elk antlers. His shoulder-length, curly hair and long, unruly beard are a shimmering maroon oak with streaks of old brick. He even has thick, bushy eyebrows and curly pecto-sterno-infraclavicular and sagittal hair of the same hue. He has heterochromia eyes, the right is sky blue and the left is jade, and a fair complexion with reddish-brown freckles on his face, neck, and hands. He wears a woollen saffron-yellow cloak, an ill-fitting linen copper rust tunic, and Connemara pony fur boots. He dons a knee-length pleated goblin green kilt with black, white, hippie blue, and gold stripes. In order to hold Dagtezobius’ kilt in place, he has a cow leather belt with a golden buckle, a red fox tail, and a lucky rabbit’s foot. He carries a shepherd's crook named Lorg Mór, a mace of dual nature named Lorg Anfaid, and a richly ornamented harp of oak named Uaithne. Uaithne could place the seasons in proper order and even command the wills and emotions of sentient beings. The head of Lorg Anfaid can slay nine men in a single swing, while its handle could revive the slain through physical touch. He also has a bottomless cauldron that’s tied to his back named Coire Ansic, which produces a bountiful feast, never runs empty, and acts as a portal to other dimensions.

He manipulates size, fertility, agriculture, manliness, druidry, wisdom, war treaties, traditional music, life, death, the weather, crops, time, and the four seasons. As a result of his absolute charisma, he has the ability to command the respect and admiration from both Æylphitus and mortals alike. He possesses omnicompetence, absolute strength, and total knowledge of the earth and fire. Dagtezobius has a perfected mastery over agriculture, meteorology, alchemy, astrology, conjuration, divination, herbalism, necromancy, music, and the art of war. He can prevent the sun from setting by holding it in place for nine months and summon a drift of pigs and a herd of cows.

FAMILY:

Unnamed goddess of motherhood and agricultural prosperity or “Danu” (mother)

Kaleszochi Moraghuine (ex-wife)

Ayngezobius (son)

Brigedonus (daughter)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

The Dagda

Fatherly Horseman

Striking Creator

Horned Man

The Fiery One

The Fertile One

Man of the Peak

Mighty Lord of Great Knowledge

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

His domain is an infinite series of Neolithic mounds, having an orchard that bore perennial sweet fruit and being aligned with the rising sun during winter solstice.

He has two pigs, one of which was always growing whilst the other was always roasting.

He also has a black-maned heifer that causes all cattle to graze by calling for its calf.

As an Æylphitus, his name means “good god”.

His sacred animal is a pig

A cauldron, mace, and harp are his sacred symbols.