#but certainly to worship

[trappedinafantasy37]

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[utilitycaster]

I must admit that despite my typical hesitation to make direct comparisons from fantasy d&d worlds to modern politics the best analogy I can find for the people joining the Ruby Vanguard is the modern (20th century to present) support of right-wing populism. I think many of the people who follow those leaders do have legitimate concerns and needs that aren't being met; I think the frustration and disillusionment is very real; but also they are latching onto an extremely powerful guy who is using them, isn't actually helping them, and to follow him requires a willingness, bordering on eagerness, to fuck over your neighbors. And in the end he's not here to help you, he's just bringing in a force of psionics who will mind-control anyone who dissents. The only rather cold comfort is that they'll probably kill him first.

[devieboii]

My full moon activities fluctuate from being these super elaborate rituals to being like “Hey Hekate can I just play video games in your honor for an unreasonable amount of time tonight 🥺” and She’s always like: “👍 go for it kid”

[ubejamjar]

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[wildstar25]

What physical part(s) of Arsay does her partners find the most attractive! Is it the same for all partners or does it differ between them?

(also optional bonus ask of what part(s) of/about Arsay generally do they love the most, physical or not!)

Meanwhile, if you were to ask the same of Arsay:

[glacialswordsman-a]

" i know exactly what i'm doing, actually " they snort , pressing a gentle kiss against his jaw, beginning to trail the kisses back and down towards his neck. " i'm worshipping my very smart, very beautiful partner who deserves to know how much i love him. " they rest their head against his shoulder for a moment, wrapping their arms around him to rest their hands against his stomach . " you're always the one taking care of me , so let me return the favour . " they press a kiss against his shoulder , over a familiar bite mark that had been left there ages ago at this point . one that they were both a little guilty yet proud of . then they turn to begin trailing kisses towards his neck , leaving little bites here and there .

" you're always taking care of everyone else , honestly . it's about time you take a break and allow someone to take care of you . though maybe you just need to be tired out so that silly brain of yours can relax for once , hm ? "

( :3c. sumeru time obvi but teehee! )

Snorting lightheartedly, Kaeya gave a fond smile as he felt the kiss to his jaw before Ajax’s lips began to move down his neck. “Uh-huh, I’m sure you do,” he quipped, a small laugh leaving him. It was clear that the Snezhnayan was up to something, and Kaeya was ever wary, even with his beloved—actually, especially with his beloved. Their antics always varied wildly, so he wasn’t quite sure what they were up to.

Though, as they explained what they were doing, the Mondstadtian tensed up a bit as his witty remarks died in his throat. He stood in place as the other rests against him and presses their hands to his stomach, sending a jolt of butterflies straight through it as he shuddered lightly. “—Ajax,” he finally exhaled wispily, but even then, nothing else came out afterwards.

His breath hitched as he felt their lips press against that long-healed bite mark before they trailed back to his neck, leaving little nips in their path. Kaeya felt his face and the tips of his ears absolutely burning up, his brows scrunching together upwardly as they continued to speak. As they continued to praise him, assure him—love him.

A lump had formed in his throat, but he quickly swallowed it down as his own hands shifted to place themselves atop the ones that remained against his stomach, a soft huff akin to laughter leaving him when his brain was called silly.

“Of course I’d take care of you, why wouldn’t I? As for everyone else, I’m merely doing my job, that’s—that’s all. There’s nothing else to it, liebling. This…” he trails off, shivering faintly again as he wet his lips, suddenly feeling as though his mouth had gone all too dry.

“This isn’t…necessary. There’s nothing for you to worship.”

He’d only be worshipping an effigy.

[lovecoredeity]

an idea of what Trinket would look like when he’s in between forms! it’ll probably change more in the future especially as I’ve been thinking more about him and his abilities and such but! behold, birb man

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please note that this is a repost from my old account with a few changes made!

[lostinvasileios]

I looked up "Shakespearian language" for this poem lol.

Oh, my dearest lord! How loving you are - your essence is endlessly captivating and I relish in how I continuously fall victim to the enamoring sensation you gift to ones you hold sweetly. How you have spun me into your web - so intricately crafted and beautiful, if only I could curl myself into your art of life and spend all seconds of my days admiring you and all you have to offer.

My sweetest Phosphorus, my brightest Hesperus, how I melt like chocolate at the mention of your names! You so easily draw my gaze at the slightest notion of your presence, dost you feel how I radiate for you, my love? How I have an endlessly heavy heart at the knowledge I must hie and go, exit from the reality of how I am yours? A forbidden roundabout I must perform, but I shall run within my loop until it breaks and spills out, until it is not dangerous for me to pridefully wear you in my world without the fear of slander, and like fallen leaves unto a stream I am able to pour out and enter the ocean of your foison and exquisite absolute haven that I've dreamt amongst the longest of nights to reach.

My beautiful and wondrous Vesperus, my ever-lasting dawn, grave me in your wings, coat me in your waxing prints, allow all who come by me to know I have been knapped by a being so eternal and otherworldly; know that when I kneel to your throne of glory and legendary beauty I give myself infinitely to you as a knave, I solemnly ought to you my lord that I, for all I forever am, shall bask myself in your orbs of delight and pall myself in your quaint, you quicken me, my love. How could I ever refuse a rapture such as yourself? Shall you ravin what I once was? Reinvent me into your very own, repurpose me from something people once deemed unworthy and unholy into someone that can ooze of you, my mortal coil now enchanted by your hand of light in every sense of the word.

I speak of you, my mouth fills with your praise and I can feel the smoke of your love surrounding me as If I have written you a bible of poems of devotion and of my endless dedication to you, my one. I stay still at your hand, and my eyes dilate at the touch of you; I feel myself simmer with your heat-ful love. I levitate within my skin, is this how it feels to be initiated into some form of priesthood? To feel so belonged to you, that I might as well dress myself in all you are. Deem myself as yours and yours alone in this way, my patron lord, count myself as your offering in my whole; enthrall me, for I am already bewitched of you, my dear. My world is full of thou, beloved Luciferus. Forever thine, and I shall grow as a spreading thyme throughout your forest.

Yeah guys I think I really like him idk though

(This isn't proof-read so excuse any mistakes you may have come across. Praise Lucifer!)

[beastsovrevelation]

The best, and most underappreciated characters in Good Omens

Ladies, the Universe is worthless without you ❤

[trappedinafantasy37]

There are multiple gods in the game that you can directly interact with and they all have ties to the narrative. You can interact with Shar via Shadowheart. You can interact with Mystra via Gale. You can interact with Myrkul via Ketheric when he takes on the avatar form. You can interact with Bhaal via Durge and in the fight with Orin. You can interact with Bane after killing Gortash and using "Speak with Dead" in which the soul you speak to is not Gortash, but Bane himself. I would include Vlaakith in this list but Vlaakith is not a god, she is a lich presenting herself as a god. And, of course, there is the Absolute which doesn't really become a god until it ascends into the Netherbrain (although that is debatable).

But, did you know that Lolth will also interact with you? As far as I am aware, Lolth is the only non-story related god in which you do have interactions with. One of them is only available if you are a Lolth-sworn drow, and the other is only available if you are a Cleric of Lolth (you do not need to be Lolth-sworn for it).

The first instance is in the goblin camp with the spiders in the pit. This does require that you are a Lolth-sworn drow and that you have the ability to speak with animals. When talking to the spiders, you will have the option to present yourself to the spiders as Lolth herself. If you fail the persuasion check, Lolth gets pissed off as she was listening to you and is not happy that you tried to present yourself as her. And she tells the spiders you are an imposter and they attack you. But if you succeed the check, Lolth doesn't do anything and the spiders will think you are Lolth. So, Lolth doesn't really have a problem with you pretending to be her. But if you are going to pretend to be her, you better do it right. If the spiders think you are Lolth, you can ask them about what's going on in the goblin camp and the spiders only talk about one thing. They immediately tell you that there is another drow in the camp who has forgotten her way and that she is forsaken. And, as I said, Lolth is here. She heard the spiders admit this. Lolth does nothing about it.

The second instance is in the Underdark with the Phalar Aluve. When you interact with the sword, you have two different checks, a Strength check and a Religion check. If you do the Strength check, you can just pull it out of the stone and be on your merry way. If you perform the Religion check, the narrator will tell you different things depending on certain conditions. If you are a Lolth-sworn drow and/or a Cleric of Lolth, the narrator will tell you that the religious rite to pull the blade from the stone is blasphemous as it pays honor to the weak. If you are of any other race and/or cleric of any other god, the narrator will tell you that the sword is of Eilistraee and the rite pays honor to the fallen. The religious rite is that you spill a little bit of your blood and the sword will rise out of the stone on its own. If you do this as a Cleric of Lolth (you don't need to be Lolth-sworn) you will feel hundreds of spiders crawl all over you as Lolth is warning you not to do shit like that ever again. Not only did you perform the religious rite of another god, you performed the religious rite of a god she hates. And she is letting you know how much she hated that.

These are the only two instances in the game that I have found in which Lolth interacts with the player but there are plenty of other moments in which Lolth could interact with you, but doesn't (such as with the Phase Spider, the baby spiders in Grymforge, Kar'niss, or the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar). Of these two moments where Lolth does interact with you, one of these instances is in the goblin camp, and the other is in the Underdark not too far away from the goblin camp. I don't think it is much of a coincidence that these two interactions occur in close proximity to Minthara. Almost as if Lolth has a reason to be in that area specifically to watch and monitor things, and you just so happened to be there. And the only things that compel her to interact with you is because you pissed her off. But, as long you don't piss her off, she will do nothing and she will say nothing.

When Minthara was being tortured by the Absolute, she prayed to Lolth and begged Lolth to give her the strength to fight her enemies. But Lolth does nothing and Lolth says nothing. In fact, that was the full extent of Lolth's "punishment" for Minthara, nothing. All Lolth did was not answer Minthara's prayers and not show up when Minthara needed her the most. Lolth did not torture Minthara like the Absolute did, Lolth did not turn her into a drider, nor did Lolth eat her. All she did, was nothing. And yes, Lolth is known for abandoning drow and no longer interacting with them. A drow has to do something incredibly awful in order for Lolth to just back away from them entirely. But you cannot convince me that Lolth is going to let one of her Baenre's go so easily. It's not as if Minthara has done anything truly awful either to make Lolth that mad.

According to Minthara, she herself has sinned against the Spider Queen, but it's not as if she chose to abandon Lolth, she was forced away and mind controlled into being devoted to another god. But would this make a difference to Lolth? Does it really matter if Minthara was compelled to have faith in another god besides Lolth? It isn't until Minthara is freed and feels the absence of Lolth that she chooses to no longer follow Lolth. Minthara even mentions how turning against Lolth is a big no-no in Menzoberranzan. Minthara herself at one point has hunted down and killed those who turn their backs from Lolth so she knows the same will be done to her if she were to ever return home. In fact, if you are a Lolth-sworn drow or a Cleric of Lolth, you are given unique dialogue options with Minthara to kill her because she is a traitor to Lolth and these options continue to show up until you recruit her into your party and she joins your roster. Despite all of this, Lolth does nothing. Minthara spews anti-Lolth rhetoric left and right, and Lolth does nothing. If you take Minthara to the tabernacle, she will spit on a shrine to Lolth, and Lolth does nothing.

Minthara is also able to walk through the Gauntlet of Shar, which is in the Underdark, and Lolth does nothing. Sure, you could argue that its connection to the Shadowfell and the fact that Shar is there via Shadowheart is enough to keep Lolth away. The lore of DnD does not make it quite clear what the relationship between these two goddesses are. But I am willing to bet that Lolth is smart enough not to step on Shar's toes because Shar would annihilate her. However, there is a small little section of the Gauntlet where it actually does spit you out directly into the Underdark and into Lolth's territory. Minthara can walk right out there just fine, and Lolth does nothing.

But most importantly, Minthara's default ending is her returning to the Underdark with the sole purpose of destroying House Baenre and then killing Lolth. Destroying House Baenre could lead to a chaotic and political disaster in Menzoberranzan, and Lolth does nothing. Minthara quite literally wants to kill Lolth and has intentions to do so after taking House Baenre, and Lolth. Does. Nothing!

If Minthara goes into the Underdark and destroys House Baenre, this will cause chaos and death. And the Baenre's won't be the only ones she has to destroy, but any and all allies of House Baenre in which they do have a lot. And Lolth will feed off of all the death and carnage and chaos that Minthara is about to bring to Menzoberranzan because Lolth loves chaos more than she hates traitors.

Maybe, Lolth has not abandoned her as Minthara thinks she has. Maybe, Lolth has done nothing and said nothing because Minthara has not actually upset her. Maybe, Lolth has done nothing and said nothing because Minthara is already doing everything Lolth wants her to do. And all it took, was making Minthara think that Lolth abandoned her. There was no need for Lolth to answer Minthara's prayers, because Minthara always had the strength to fight her enemies.

[zhongvenbrainrot]

One would do well to remember the presence of a god.

But when a god give a jovial cheer when handed a drink, it’s easy to lump it in with the other drunks.

When a god falls asleep on a city bench because the sun was warm and the sky was cloudless, they’re one more person enjoying the weather.

When a god sings a tune that’d make sailors blush, they’re just another bard in a city of many.

When a god sneezes because a cat crossed their path, it’s easy to laugh and they do too.

When a god dances in the square with children, they’re a beloved citizen that the city would lament to lose.

But there are moments.

Moments that make it impossible to forget.

The sharp gaze unto those who dared to hurt a gods friend.

There’s nothing left in the aftermath.

Not even a trace of those who dared to induce the gods wrath.

Everything’s changed.

But it hasn’t.

The god still drinks, still lazes about, under the facade of weakness.

Perhaps it wasn’t the god that changed, perhaps it was a simple change of perspective.

A reminder even as it’s friend, you’d do well to remember that you’re in the presence of a god.

[memoirs-of-a-sapphic]

12-22-23

What a lovely one she is - Everything about her is deserving. In my eyes - the goddess of all things. Am I a worthy one to be observing?

What a lovely voice to always hear, Musical delight with every word. Never could I turn away her love, Hanging on to everything I've heard. 

What a lovely gaze to bask in, In the glow of her warm adoration, Warm as the rays of sun that beam Through windows of southern situation.

What a lovely face to see, to hold. Oh, how lovely To kiss the lips that speak such lovely things, To trace lines across her skin, to trace her ears, To press my forehead against hers and grin.

What lovely hands to hold in any situation, So strong yet gently caring, holding close. What lovely fingers to intertwine with mine,  Forever clasped, never letting go.

What a lovely desire, to hold and be held In the heavenly arms of a loving angel. To feel safe in her presence, protected, Held away from all earthly dangers.

I, a woman, am no better than a man - If I knew no god, I'd worship her mere existence. Holy would be the ground she walked on, I'd give my life to live in coexistence. 

I'd let obsession take me over, Every word she spoke would be my doctrine. I'd follow her to the pits of hell, If only my love for her were not forgotten. 

This world however, permits me not; They'd frown upon my passionate declaration. Oh, world of little to no understanding - You'll never live to be worthy of her observation.

I, a woman, am no better than a man. I'd live a life of pure adoration. So I write it out for her to read - Words from the depths of her inspiration.

What a lovely life to live, to love and be loved, To hold and be held, nothing better than this. I've written, before, of a wonderful life, but, What a lovely one she is.

-OvV-

this poem is so gay because i wrote it during a church service. sitting in the house of the Lord, writing a poem about worshipping a goddess. my goddess. the goddess of everything, the love of my life.

also, take this as your sign to worship the lovely goddess in your life.

[lilyharvord]

Me trying to figure out why I love the romance between Kate and Anthony is Bridgerton season 2: 🤔

Also me: remembers that I worship a fictional relationship where a spicy woman hands a man of duty and of the highest social class his ass on his silver platter in every scene and still makes him come crawling back for more on his knees and beg for her.

Me: oh... right.

[leaveharmony]

@stargazerofgoldenwords

"You know what this game needs? An inventory supplementing skeleton minion in pirate boots and sunglasses with bags stuffed into its ribcage!" - BW apparently

[virtual-minotaur]

im sorry everyone but i dont think astarion knows what ibuprofen is.

[callmegodorvega]

Will probably not be updating this month (so sorry), schools kinda busy for me rn and I have midterms soon, BUT I also have a break sometime next week m, I’m pretty sure, so if we are lucky, I’ll finish the next chapter of Complementary Colors AND maybe post something else I’ve been working on 👀👀