#fiona goddess

[gardenerian]

Fiona Gallagher | 5x08

[cwdior]

Super excited for goddess like words can not describe how much I relate to laufey !!! 🎀

[abysskeeper]

They're parenting their nerdy, awkward, teenage son through his first major breakup encouraging their bestie through an incredibly difficult time and really hoping he doesn't explode.

[angeleternity]

"I'm such an incredibly, stupidly sensitive person, that everything that happens to me, I experience it really intensely[...]"

"[...]and when you know yourself, you know life"

[monster4monster-bracket]

Propaganda under the cut

Shrek/Fiona - Shrek franchise)

No submitted propaganda

Swamp Thing (Alec Holland) and Goddess of Rot (Abigail Arcane) – DC’s Swamp Thing

Probably one of the most influential DC relationships, helping launch the more mature DC lines. Batman went to bat (pun) defending them legally.

[theoriginalsupermodels]

Yves Saint Laurent - Spring 1988 Couture

[sroloc--elbisivni]

the thing about the 19th century is that you find out there's a particular type of guy and that is 'born at least a century too early to kill it as a SFF author so instead he did like five literary hoaxes', and you think that there can't be that many of these guys. and on the one hand you're wrong there's like ten and that's just the famous ones, and on the other hand William Sharp is in a category all on his own.

[boybasher]

[wttnblog]

6 Incredible Books to Read This AAPI Heritage Month

It’s Asian American and Pacific Islander heritage month, and that means it’s a great time to make sure you’re reading and uplifting AAPI authors! I compiled a list of six great books that have been published over the past two years (and that I read in this past one) written by AAPI authors. These books span genre, time period, age range, and setting but each centers their Asian protagonist. She…

[bookcalanthedaily]

i just got the best gift ever from @lakka-arts! it's ME! holding my favourite grandma blorbos!!

left to right: rhaenys targaryen from house of the dragon, demeter from supergiant games' hades, calanthe from witcher books <3

THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS THIS IS ADORABLE!

[bl00dysk1es]

AND LET THE DAMN BREEZE DRY MY FACEEE

[simsterslife]

My favourite Tartosa builds - NO CC 🤍

01 | Tartosa Beach Rentals by kellyhartx

lot size | 40x20

02 | Outdoor Cafe by Asimsa04

lot size | 20x20

03 | Tartosa Weeding Church modified by Miss-Gwada-Fiona

lot size | 30x20

04 | Mediterranean Restaurant by TheSeptemberSim

lot size | 50x40

05 | Goddess Bathhouse (Update)  by itsangiebug

lot size | 40x30

06 | Greek Apartments  by Daerodactyl

lot size | 30x30

[howlingday]

Jaune: (In bed, Counting sheep, Thinking) 251 sheep, 252 sheep, 253... 254... 255- (Sheep stands) Wait....

Fiona: (Appears)

Jaune: What? HUH?!

Fiona: I am Fiona, Goddess of Slumber. As a reward for upholding the time-honored tradition of counting sheep, I appear randomly in the dreams of sheep counters.

Fiona: And we can do whatever we want in our dreams~.

Jaune: (Tingles as his chest is touched) O-Oh...

--------------------------------------------------

Jaune: I counted 8,745 sheep last night, and she showed up.

Marrow: I counted over 5,000 and I met her.

Yang: Too bad, boys. I only had to count up to 1,000 last night~.

[deconstructthesoup]

I've seen a lot of people give names for the Voices, and as a Vessel enjoyer, I decided to give my names for them, too!

Damsel: Danielle

Prisoner: Priscilla (Pris for short)

Witch: Willow

Beast: Beatrice (Bea for short)

Tower: Diane (my thought process was basically "goddess, divine, Diana, Diane" for this one)

Adversary: Addison (Addy for short)

Nightmare: Natalie (Nat for short)

Spectre: Sienna

Razor: Zora

Stranger: Stace (gender-neutral name for a they/them princess!)

Burned Grey: Bernice

Drowned Grey: Drusilla

Thorn: Therese

Den: Demi

Apotheosis: Aphrodite (keeping with the goddess theme)

Eye of the Needle: Iris

Moment of Clarity: Clara

Wraith: Winifred (her whole vibe kinda speaks to her having an old-fashioned name, in my opinion)

Fury: Fiona (though I've also considered Alecto)

Wild: Wihelmina

[cyberstrangerballoon]

11TH SYNASTRY CULTURE 🫂

If you asked me which house in the synastry I would like to have, I would answer 11TH, without hesitation.

11TH is so fun, it's the house of friends, social events, technology, expansion, dreams... Why is it still so underrated?

People are dying to have the 8th and 12th house experiences. Why? I've had it, and I can tell you it's not fun at all.

8TH and 12TH experiences left me with wounds to this day that have not yet healed. I dream about the mf almost every day, it's not healthy and fun. The sexual part may seem like a tempting invitation, but I can assure you it's not worth it.

But anyway...

What I love about this connection is the feeling of companionship, you two never run out of things to talk about, never get bored, and never stop gossiping. Always making fun of each other and picking on each other.

The 11th house is about expansion, Jupiter, masses... So when you share a planet with this person, everything intensifies. You may be complete opposites of each other, but that's what makes it work.

In my opinion, for a relationship to work, the couple has to be friends first. What's the point in sharing your life with someone if it's not to laugh?

You probably met through mutual friends, or at a social event, or even at school. You felt like you could trust him. The type of person who will listen to your bad jokes.

The house here feels a Sagittarian energy, youthful and full of life. The opposite of the 8th house, where you feel angry and anxious. Here you feel free, you feel like you can be yourself around him.

The irony is that he can be completely stupid or even crazy. But you see him as charming, everything he does makes you smile. It's as if you were watching TV on your favorite channel. (Kind of Fiona and Shrek vibes).

I also interpret the 11th as the house of secret passions. Like this: you think you know everyone in your circle of friends, but you discover years later that one of them was secretly in love with you.

It's the house of slow burn, friendzone, friends to lovers... Sometimes it's a little difficult to decipher if a person is really into you or if they just consider you as a friend. This is one of the dangers of this house.

One thing that piss me off about this position, is that sometimes you two are in love with each other, but neither of you makes the first move. Even all your friends knows about you two. Like, get up sis.

If Venus falls in 11TH, there is a great chance of it being love at first sight. You feel comfortable around each other. Venus brings a feeling of acceptance and affection to the house. It's as if the house feels like it can trust her. The person of the house may begin to see the planet as a muse. He may start to speak highly of her to his friends, use her photo as a wallpaper, or even like to stalk her.

The funny thing is that the house is probably very shy in the presence of Venus. It's like he's seeing a goddess, and it kind of makes him nervous. Then he probably started making small gestures, all very subtle. You two will probably start dating out of nowhere. Your friends will not be shocked though.

You will probably realize that you are in love with each other, when out of nowhere you start living together or even having sex after a date with friends.

Mars here is a funny thing. (I speak with property and experience). You two probably like to tease each other in front of others. That type of couple that picks on everything the other says. Makes fun of his clothes or his manner. Just for fun. Others may think you hate each other, but it's just a way to spice things up.

Y'all are probably that type of couple that likes to make each other jealous. You guys likes to pick on superficial things, slap eachother and even swear in public.

But it all adds up to hot and wild sex in the end, so it's worth it.

Sex can be a fun thing here. Yall might use sex toys, showing off in front of others, trying oils and music, you guys might even like threesomes. It all depends on the vibe. more likely to talk and moan during the act.

Sex here is a matter of trust and friendship. You guys like being together because you already know where you like to be touched, you know your tastes and desires. It's a complete recipe. You two are insatiable, full of life and lust.

[lennox0arts]

Icarus laughed as he fell

Credits to fiona for the original poem!

Here is what they don’t tell you:

Icarus knew he was in too deep. They’d said it out loud, leaning against the cave entrance. 

“I’m in too deep now.”

The words left their lips in a shaky whisper that they knew no one would ever hear. They felt so helplessly, utterly alone as they sobbed against the cold rock. The word their friend had once called them circled through their mind.

Failure.

They knew he was right. They’d failed at being a good brother, a good friend, and they’d even failed at being themself.

They knew their back pressed against the same stone wall that had been splattered with the blood of their best friend by the blade of their father. Within the walls of this cavern, the fighting between Centross and their Dad replayed in their head. The purple scythe of the violet reaper turning their father mortal, and sealing their best friend's death wish. The golden sword through his chest. His smile as he faded into the stars, leaving nothing behind but the scythe, the now mortal god, and the son the god had almost killed. 

Icarus laughed as he fell.

They felt their body wrack with cries mixed with confused, hysteric laughter. They felt disconnected from the winged person who stood from the altar staggering towards the fallen god. 

They heard themself screaming, 

“You killed him! You killed David!” Their father simply nodded. Almost as if to suggest it had to be done. As if their best friend had to be killed. Their mind flashed to the memories they’d tried so hard to bury.

Threw his head back and

yelled into the winds,

They were in the obsidian bunker, reaching through the gap of the trap that had opened barely enough for them to see.

“David?!” They smiled madly, their matted hair crusted with crimson. A drop of blood traced it’s way down their cheek bone. 

   “David let me out!” They demanded, their voice was rough and scratchy from hours of yelling. The man looked down at them with cold purple eyes,  smiling at the trapped one like a hunter smiles at an animal caught in their snare.

“Y’know, Sherb,” The cloaked man smirked, “I don’t think I will.”

They felt their heart plop into their stomach as they tasted their lunch on their tongue as it forced its way up their throat.  “David! Let me out!” 

“Sherbert. Here’s what you don’t realize. Once a failure, always a failure.”

“Wha-” Icarus  was cut off by the darkening of the world around them. They felt the pain of landing before they felt the explosion of pain in their head.

arms spread wide,

teeth bared to the world.

And then they were back in the endstone reset, on the destroyed roof of Will’s estate. Their hands shook, rain pelting their face, running down the deep purple inset lines of corruption before dripping off their chin. They flung open their arms and screamed at the heavens,

“Isn’t this enough? I killed her! I did what you wanted!” They were hyperventilating now, their chest pressing uncomfortably against the bow slung around their shoulder. The bow they’d just used to kill their best friend for a goddess that hadn’t spoken to them, or shown that she knew he existed. 

(There is a bitter triumph

in crashing when you should be

soaring.)

They were standing on a trail of “wack.” As they began to take off, the base of their feathers turned into shards of gold that jabbed into their back and shoulder blades, piercing their skin as the feathers and muscles of their wings crystallized into a mess of amethyst and gold. In a moment of silence that most likely only lasted a few seconds, Icarus realized they were on the ground. Mere milliseconds after this thought, the metal that was now their wings shattered into sharp shards, slicing into their skin, logging into their back, digging into the ground.

One word through the pain.

Quixis.

The wax scorched his skin,

ran blazing trails down his back,

his thighs, his ankles, his feet.

They were standing before the lectern at Haley's funeral, watching the explosion of the tree speed towards them. They heard the loud boom and the rattling of their bones. The fire clawed towards them, dragging itself on the ground like a monster lunging towards its prey. The fire nipped at their two-toned jacket, ashes burning their eyes. It caught them up in flames before the world went blank and they heard a page being torn. 

Feathers floated like prayers

past his fingers,

close enough to snatch back.

Snippets of other worlds flew past them, and they caught only a few glimpses. Them trapped in a concrete box trying to save a girl named Charlotte. Them running from a horse sized chicken. Them in front of a screen, talking to words on a box. 

Death breathed burning kisses

against his shoulders,

where the wings joined the harness.

Then they were inside the cave. Watching the fighting once more from their place at the altar. Their chest aching as the skin stretched and rearranged in a glitching mess, each unstable breath more painful than the last. Centross and Fable pushing each other around the cave, each one landing punch after punch. Them, not knowing who to defend.  Seeing their friend fade into the void. Doing nothing to help him.

Yelling.

Sobbing.

Laughter.

Betrayal.

Then, Fable walking towards them, framed by the sunset. 

“I can bring him back.”

The sun painted everything

in shades of gold.

They were back outside the cave. Where they knew they actually were. Curled up into themself. He could get him back. He just needed more power. He was going to kill the primordials and rid the earth of death, or burn the world to shambles if doing so failed. And Icarus, his caged little bird, was going to stand muted at his side in the ashes of a fire they could have put out.

After all,

(There is a certain beauty

in setting the world on fire

and watching from the centre

of the flames.)