#the dagger deities

[cherrycola27]

Other Uses

This was inspired by this ask for my 2k celly!

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI

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You remember the day you met Robert Floyd. You'd just come to California to help open a new branch of your law firm, and you were celebrating a job well done with some of your friends at a Navy bar one of them knew.

You'd immediately spotted him, a wallflower amongst his friend group. He was shy, quiet, and reserved. Just your type. Most people would think that someone like you, a cut throat lawyer who'd been compared to Hades more times than you cared to count, would be drawn to someone loud and in your face.

But just how Hades longed for a breath of spring in Persephone, you desired someone to complete you. Reel you in and bring you back to earth when you became too much.

And that's exactly what Robby did. You'll never forget the look on his face when you confirmed that you were, in fact, talking to him. You spent all night getting to know him. Two days later, he was taking you on a date.

You were now three months into your relationship, and Robby's birthday was approaching. You planned to take him out of town and get a nice hotel suite and hopefully cross that final line in your relationship.

You had suspected that Bob didn't have much experience in the bedroom. What you hadn't expected was for him to almost shamefully admit to you that he was a virgin after the two of you had been making out on your couch and he'd cum in his pants.

You took his face in your hands and told him that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and whenever he was ready, you would cross that line together.

These past two weeks, Bob had been getting bolder when he kissed you. Touching you, pulling your hair, trying to dominate the kiss. You knew that he was ready.

This weekend, the two of you would be alone, and Robby would be all yours, to kiss, to love, to corrupt, to enjoy.

You were giddy the whole drive to La Jolla. You sat in the passenger seat of Bob's truck singing along to a playlist you'd made just for the occasion.

You were beaming when you checked in the hotel, and you were practically bouncing up and down in the elevator and down the hallway to your room. As soon you slid the key into the lock, you were practically dragging your Bob into the room.

He quickly rolled in the luggage and took in the suite.

"Wow, Honeybee, this is amazing. There is only one problem." He said as he faced you.

"What? What's wrong?" You asked him, slightly panicked.

"There is only one bed. Where are we both going to sleep?" He asked you. You threw your head back and chuckled. "We are going to share. We are a couple." You reminded him.

"Right." He said as a blush crept across his cheeks. "Well, it does look pretty comfortable. We should be able to sleep pretty well on it." He says. You can't help but laugh at your clueless boyfriend.

"Oh, Robby, there are so many more things that we can use it for other than sleeping. How about I show you." You purred into his ear as you lead him further into the hotel room.

Bob swallowed thickly as you pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. You kissed him a few times before stepping back and pulling your sundress over your head.

Bob's eyes went wide as you revealed a black lace bodysuit with some tasteful cutouts. He swallowed thickly as you sank to your knees in front of him. You made quick work of his belt, and when you tapped his hips, he lifted them so you could bring his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion.

His cock sprang free and slapped against his abdomen. You licked your lips as you looked at it. He was long and thick and girthy, with pretty veins wrapping around it. The tip was flushed, the same shade of pink that spread across his cheeks.

"Has anyone ever given you a blow job, Robby?" You asked him as you peered up at him through your lashes.

"N—no." He stuttered out. A wicked smile spread across your red lips before you leaned forward and licked the vein that ran from the base to the tip.

And long groan left his lips as you did so. Determined to see what other sounds you could draw from him, you kitten licked the head, lapping up beads of precum before taking the tip between your lips.

You bobbed your head further down his length, swallowing around him once you reached the neat thatch of hair at his base.

His hips bucked involuntarily, causing you to gag. You moaned at the sensation, hoping he would do it again, but Bob was too polite. You grabbed one of his white knuckled hands and placed it on the back of your head. His fingers tangled in your hair, but he was still frozen as you pleasured him.

You pulled off of him completely and told him, "Robby, you can be a little rough with me. I want you to fuck my face. Okay?" He sucked in a breath and nodded.

You resumed your work, and soon, his hips were bucking into your mouth, and both of his hands tangled in your hair. Bob couldn't stop the cries of pleasure from leaving his mouth as you worked him faster and faster.

"Honeybee, I'm gonna—" but Bob didn't have time to finish his warning before he was shooting thick, hot ropes of his salty cum down your throat.

You swallowed and pulled off of him before sticking out your tongue and showing him that you'd taken all of his release. He looked at you mystified.

"Did you like that, Robby?" You asked him innocently.

"I fucking loved it, Honeybee." He growled as he pulled you into his lap. You moan. Bob rarely cursed, and hearing is pretty mouth say something filthy just did it for you. You quickly whipped his shirt off before he brought your lips together.

His hands roamed all over you body. Eagerly taking in the lace number you were wearing.

"Can I— can I taste you?" Bob asked. This time, you were the one caught off guard shaking your head.

Bob manhandled you on your back as you nestled against the pillows.

He took his time kissing down your body. Your gasps and moans and words of praise spurred him on. He spread your legs wide before settling between your thighs.

"Have you ever done this, Robby?" You ask him. "I tried with my last girlfriend, but I didn't know what I was doing, and she didn't like it." He admits sheepishly.

"It's okay, baby. I'll help you. I'll teach you to eat pussy like a king, but only for me." You smirk at him. He blushes, and you give him the go-ahead. He peppers a few kisses along your thighs before pulling the crotch of the bodysuit to the side.

He placed a few kisses along your glistening cunt before tentatively licking a broad swipe over your folds.

You let out a high-pitched whine. Bob looks up and checks for reassurances before continuing.

He licks your folds over and over before deciding to try something he saw in a porno. He uses his thumbs to open your folds before spitting directly on your clit and sucking it into his mouth.

"Fuck, Robby!" You cry as you arch off the bed. "Was that bad?" He asks you with a panicked look.

"No, fuck, do it again baby." You tell him. Bob smirks at you before repeating the action.

You card your fingers through his hair to help guide him, but soon, Bob has your legs shaking as he buries his face in your sopping cunt.

You're teetering on the edge of an orgasm, slightly afraid he won't get you there when Bob surprises you and sinks two of his thick fingers inside you and strokes your walls.

You can tell he's looking for your g-spot. Once he finds it. Like a good WSO, he zeros in on it and drags his calloused finger tips along it over and over again.

You grind your core against his face and grip his hair tighter before arching of the bed and crying out his name as you cum.

Bob emerges from your thighs with a dopey grin on his face.

"Where did you learn to do that?" You pant out.

"I watched some porn, and I may or may not have asked Phoenix for some pointers." He tells you. "Remind me to send her a fruit basket as a thank you." You chuckle as Bob slides up the bed to join you.

The two of you kisses for what seems like hours. "If you don't want to do anything else today, we can stop." You tell him. "I want to. I'm just—can you be on top? Please." He asks.

"Of course, Robby. Can you help me take this off?" You gesture to your bodysuit.

Bob nods eagrly as he tries to undo the laces of it. He fumbles with them as he hands shake with excitement before he accidentally rips the garment. A look of fear flashes across his face.

You laugh before telling him it's okay. He finishes ripping the entire thing off. You help him lay down on the bed before straddling his waist.

"Wait! Do we need protection?" Bob asks you.

"I'm clean, and I have an IUD. Are you comfortable without it?" You ask him. "Yes. Please. I want to feel you." Bob groans. You smile at him before rubbing your slick folds across the underside of his length.

He grips the sheets for dear life when you take his length into your hand before slowly sinking down on him. Even with his fingers helping to prep you, it's still a stretch. Bob is easily the biggest man you've ever been with.

Once you're fully seated on him, his hands come to your hips as both of you adjust.

You start our nice and slow with your pace. Gauging his reaction the whole time. Once you find a rhythm that has him a panting, mewling mess underneath you, you speed up and ride him with earnest. His grip on your hips tightens as you throw your head back.

"You look so pretty under me, Robby, like a fucking dream." You praise him. He's a sight to behold. A blush spreading from his chest to the tips of his ears, glasses slightly askew, his brow knit, his mouth open and pretty sounds falling from it.

"Honeybee, baby." He groans out. "Yes?" You ask him.

"Can I— can I be on top now? Please?" Bob grits out.

You both whine when you still your hips. Bob sits up but moves a little too fast, causing the two of you to topple over. You land on your back with a oof. Bob's forehead accidentally bangs into yours, and you both laugh.

"Sorry." He mumbles. You reassure him that it's fine. He gives you a kiss on the lips before leaning back on his haunches.

Bob makes a few experimental thrusts before settling on wrapping both of your legs around his slim hips and pushing into your deeply. You can tell his trying to find your g-spot again because he is desperate to make you cum again.

He knows the moment he finds it because you're clawing at his back. He drags the fat head of his cock against it over and over again.

With each stroke, it feels like the tip kisses your cervix with how deep he is. You frantically claw at him and cry out his name over and over again.

"Robby! So close. Please!" You beg him. The truth is Bob is close, too. He's trying to hold out for you. One of his hands leaves its spot beside your head and he brings his thumb to your neglected clit.

"Me too, Bee. You feel so fukcing good." He pants out.

He draws tight circles on it, praying it is enough to get you there. His thrusts become sloppy as he loses his pace and hips stutter.

Bob can't fight it anymore and he cums deep inside of you, crying out your name. Your walls clench around him as his release triggers your own finish. They flutter around his cock as the milk him dry.

Bob collapses on top of you and buries his head in the crook of your neck.

You run your hands through his hair and sooth him with whispered praises as he comes down from his high. He's trembling in your arms.

The two of you stay like that until Bob can form real words.

"That was amazing, Bee. God, I love you. Thank you for being patient with me." Bob says as he kisses your nose a lips.

"Of course, Robby. It was wonderful. I love you too. Now, why don't we get a hot shower, and then we can cuddle." You say. Bob's face falls and he looks a little disappointed.

"Oh." He whispers. "Robby. What's wrong?" You ask.

"I was just hoping we could do it again. There were a few more positions I wanted to try." He grins.

You laugh and smile at him. "Okay, birthday boy. But let's pace ourselves. We have all weekend." You tell him.

Bob grins and reaches for you. It's a good thing that you didn't make any other plans for the two of you because neither of you leaves that suite for the entire weekend.

I wrote this for my "Dagger Deities Extravaganza" shout out to @withahappyrefrain for sending in the ask for this! The like to all the other blurbs can be found here

Tagging some folks who might be interested: @thedroneranger @roosterscock @shanimallina87 @desert-fern @teacupsandtopgun @mayhemmanaged @lovinglyeternal @lovingbradshawafterdark @wkndwlff @roosterforme @daggerspare-standingby @dakotakazansky @startrekfangirl2233 @hecate-steps-on-me @cassiemitchell @na-ta-sh-aa @milestellerlover @katieshook02 @mak-32 @je-suis-prest-rachel @soulmates8 @ohgodnotagainn @diorrfairy @eli2447 @xoxabs88xox @djs8891 @roosterbruiser @roosters-girl @sebsxphia @rosiahills22 @dempy @seresinsweetie @my-obsession-spn @eternalsams @callsign-magnolia @alchemxx @clancycucumber230 @lt-spork @multifandomlover4life @lewmagoo @bobfloydsbabe @bobfloydsbabe @ohtobeleah @rhettabbotts @bradshawsbaby

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

UNTITLED

by 19701125s

[eobard-thawne]

elves really had no one huh

[dogs-with-lightsabers]

i’m drawing and also kinda bored so i present my current thoughts on kotone’s world in okwd!

there are 3 main differences between these world

1) kotone lived where minato would have - kotone and minato are twins! the night of the accident in her world, kotone wanted the other car seat and they switched (throw in some survivors guilt, it absolutely fucks with her). by extension, shinjiro lives and manages to get treatment. kotone is the only other person to leave the theater remembering it, and ends up trying to find young akira and adult yosuke to warn at least him (because she found out about the relation)

2) rei amamiya lived - as labeled, rei wasn’t murdered! the night she would’ve died in okwd canon, yosuke got really sick and she stayed with him instead of going out. her father still ends up dead, body scattered where no one ever found this time, and rei got to meet akira! consequently, the kurusu-amamiya family stayed in tokyo, akira grew up with their mom, maybe wakaba lived? and akira didn’t end as the leader of the phantom thieves

3) the presence of ren amamiya - ren is of no known relation to rei. they are a foster kid, dumped in as a baby and named by their first caregiver(ren is amab where akira is afab, but both are gender-fluid/nonbinary). ren did exist in okwd, but was never adopted and actually died in one of the mental shutdown incidents. in kotone’s world, ren was actually adopted by yukichie! (i’ve got some other p4 related stuff in kotone’s world, but the short vers. is that while yosuke still left, everything ended on better terms)

so in kotone’s world, the leader of the phantom thieves ends up being a more ‘canon accurate’ ren amamiya! akira’s there, they even have a persona (still arsene? that would mean ren gets someone different, probably a shinto deity like his moms) and they act as kind of a black mask fake out.

but the final part is this:

while this world doesn’t have the full force of azathoth (consumer of the multiverse) bearing down on it, a not corpse puppet maruki, better and more fighters, and so on, something just goes wrong. nyx breaks the seal prior to the deadline while kotone’s free, and the fall happens. with the 3-5 cast all gathered together in one place, world crumbling to ash, kotone does the one thing she can do.

and screams into shared mind space of her and the akira she knows

@verysexyseagull lore!!!! 🩵🩵🩵

[mothdruid]

thoth || robert 'bob' floyd

"The wisdom of the Moon is greater than the wisdom of the Earth because the Moon sees the universe better than the Earth can see it."

god of the moon, wisdom, knowledge, writing, hieroglyphs, science, magic, art, and judgement

symbols: ibis, moon disk, papyrus scroll, reed pens, writing palette, stylus, baboon, scales

the egyptian deities

[jievan]

三相女神-黑卡蒂 嚴與慈 Triple Goddess - HECATE & HEKATE

嚴版

『踏在迴旋之輪上，舞於暗冥深幽之境； 展智慧羽翅，燃光明法炬， 匕首斬破邪阻迷障，金鑰開啟時空通道； 威嚴之力驅散晦暗能量，直面並除斷恐懼，脫縛重生。』

慈版

『踩踏在生死之上，立於不動之地； 神聖火炬指引迷途行者，智慧之鑰啟迪宇宙奧秘； 照破無明暗坑，穿越幽冥之淵，往到光明前路。』

[persefonestruth]

[allaboutherock2011]

RADAR Festival 2025 completes lineup with Annisokay, The Scratch, Alyx Holcombe

The award-winning, genre-busting RADAR Festival has completed its 2025 lineup, with the addition of Annisokay, The Scratch, and Alyx Holcombe. Co-founder and co-organiser of RADAR, Joe James, comments: “Well, that’s it for the music booking for 2025 (we’ve been booking 2026 for a while in honesty!) and we’re in the final straight heading towards the festival in July. German post-hardcore band…

[mythixhekate]

Hecate/hekate

Goddess of the night, necromancy, crossroads, witchcraft, boundaries, ghosts

Offerings :

Garlic

Oak

Yew

Willow

Dandelions

Lapis lazuli

Bronze

Gold

Black candles

Silver candles

Red candles

Purple candles

Knives or daggers

Swords

Keys

Depictions of crossroads

Depictions of the moon

Depictions of hekate's wheel

Triple moons

Owl feathers

Crow feathers

Raven feathers

Dog hair

Statues of her

Statues of her sacred animals

Bones (naturally sourced)

Dark chocolate

A wand

A cauldron

A horseshoe

Devotional acts :

Be kind to dogs

Donate to a dog shelter

Invoke her when casting spells or praying

Visit a graveyard (be respectful)

Go to a crossroad

Leave offerings at crossroads

Make a playlist of songs that remind you of her

Speak to her at midnight

Hang keys around your house

Have a feast

Write poetry dedicated to her

REMINDER you don't need to do any of these things to worship a deity, these are just suggestions, remember that if you don't want to or can't do any of this that it's totally ok !!

[cherrycola27]

Hi, it's me. It's your tumblr bestie, it's me 🖤

Sorry, couldn't help myself with the lil T. Swift jingle.

I'm here to request a Dagger Deities blurb for Mr. Jake Seresin as Ares. This combo really says angsty smut to me (hate fuck, maybe?!), but totes up you—maybe you turn it on its head for a fluffy lil blurb about the god of war. Work your magic, babe—put us on that rollercoaster!

Jay! You know me and my weaknesses so well! I hope you enjoy:

smut below the cut

Battle Plans:

You rubbed your temples with your fingers to try and fend off the headache that you could feel coming on. If you had to listen to Rear Admiral Seresin drone on about the strike plan he had come up with one more time, you were going to lose it.

You were the strategic analyst. You were the one who knew the data. Hell, you were the one who had spent nights and nights in his office with him drawing up these plans.

But yet, here he was, taking credit for it. God, you couldn't stand him. His blonde hair slightly graying at the temples, his strong jaw line, the way he always had a stupid fucking toothpick in his mouth.

What a cocky son of a bitch he was.

He is the youngest officer ever promoted to admiral status, and he didn't let anyone forget it.

He was barely ten years your senior, yet he still treated you like a child when it came to working with you.

You let out a groan that you thought was quiet enough to where he wouldn't hear it, but as if on cue, his head snapped towards you. You made eye contact with him as he narrowed his eyes and flipped that God forsaken toothpick around with his tongue.

"Do you have something to add Commander Grotto?" He asked you with a smirk.

You sat up and rolled back your shoulders. "Actually, Admiral Seresin, I do. I think that the angle at which you've estimated the trajectory of the explosives is off a few degrees. I believe I informed you of that a few days ago." You smirked back at him.

There were a few snickers from the group. You saw Jake's jaw tick. "Well, how about we dismiss for the day, and you and I can go over the plans once more in my office, Commander Grotto." Jake said as he narrowed his eyes at you.

You held eye contact with him as the rest of the people in the room left. You filed out at the end and stormed down the hallway to Jake's office. Being the low admiral on the totem pole, his office was in a far tucked away corner off the main hallway, away from everyone else.

You huffed as your boots made contact with the linoleum tiles. You could hear Jake calling your name, but you didn't wait for him.

He finally caught up to you at his office door. He unlocked it while you tapped your foot impatiently.

The moment it was unlocked, he pushed it open and hauled you in by your elbow.

He pushed you up against the door and crashed his lips to yours. Your hands tangled in his hair as he reached behind you to draw the curtain closed and lock the bolt. He pushed a chair in front of the door for good measure, all while your lips explored every inch of his neck and jaw line.

"You like embarrassing me in front of everyone, don't you? Like showing off how smart you are? I bet you're so fucking wet from showing off. If I put my hand in those lacy little panties of yours, I would find them absolutely soaked, wouldn't I?" He groans against your lips.

You moan in response. "I love it when you show off. My smart girl, gets me so fucking hard." He pants as he pulls you away from the door.

"Nothing to say? I haven't even touched you yet, and I've already got you stupid for me." He snickers as he lifts you to carry you to his desk. With one swipe of his hand, the dark oak surface is cleared.

He drops you down on the surface and you squeak. Sometimes, you forget how strong he his.

He kisses you again before he pulls back to look at you. He's right, you're already a fucked out mess and he has barely put his hands on you.

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can, he pulls your hips to the edge of his desk and pops the button of your uniform pants. He sinks to his knees and taps your hips.

You lift them, and Jake pulls them and your panties down in one swoop.

"Just like I thought, soaked for me." Jake says when he is eye level with your dripping cunt.

He wastes no time surging forward and wrapping his lips around your clit. Your hands fly forward and grip his hair as a wanton moan leaves your mouth.

Jake pops up from between your legs and delivers a slap to your pussy.

"You'd better keep it down Sledge, would hate for your uncle to hear what an absolute slut his niece is for me." He chuckles.

You huff and roll your eyes. Jake loved to needle you about the fact that you were Admiral Cain's niece.

"Just shut the fuck up and do something useful with your mouth for once." You tell him.

Jake cocks his head a looks at you.

"Now, Commander Grotto, is that any way to talk to your superior officer?" Jake teases you.

"I thought you liked our verbal sparing? I mean, you did always say the God of War liked a challenge. Didn't you Ares? Or are you still hung up on me calling you Hangman?" You shoot back.

Jake groans at the sound of his real name, leaving your lips. You were the only one who knew his little secret, and it made the whole interaction between the two of you even hotter.

"Or, would you prefer it if I called you Daddy?" You smirked.

"Fuck, darlin. Say it again." He groaned.

"C'mon, Daddy. Put that smart mouth of yours to work." You say.

Jake surges forward and laps at your center like a starved man. He sinks two thick fingers deep into you and curls them. You can feel the band of his Naval Academy ring against your walls as scissors you open.

Lewd, wet sounds fill the air as he eats you like a starved man.

"Fuck, fuck, Jake, Ares—Daddy! Just like that!" You cry out as your thighs cage in his head. You grind your center against his mouth and arch your back as you cum.

Jake works you through your high before pulling off of you with a wet pop.

He gives you no time to collect yourself before he is flipping you around and bending you over his desk. One of his large hands pushes you flat against the cool wood while the other undoes his belt and fly. He pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself before sinking into you without warning.

He gives you no time to adjust to his size before he is pistoning his hips into you.

Breathless pants and pitiful cries of his name leave your parted lips.

"Love how you sound when you take my cock." He praises you.

"You want everyone to hear how much of a whore you are for your Admiral don't you Sledge? Want everyone to know how good your Admiral fucks you?" He asks you.

You don't respond. That earns you a harsh smack to your ass.

"I asked you a question!" He demands.

"Yes! Yes! Want everyone to know how good you make me feel, Daddy." You wail.

Jake chuckles and digs his fingers into the flesh at your sides. You clench around him.

"Fuck, you were fucking made for me. You're so fucking tight for me kid. You weren't meant to take my cock. Weren't you?" He groans.

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck. My pussy was made for you Admiral Seresin." You babble out.

Jake growls as you start to rock back to meet his thrusts.

He leans forward and grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling it out of its neatly styled bun. Jake pulls you flush against him and wraps a hand around your throat.

He sees your roll back in your head. He lets go of your hair and starts furiously rubbing circles on your clit before tightening his grip on your airway and fucking up into you. He may be forty-two years old, but Jake never missed a beat.

You're overwhelmed by the pleasure, and your mouth hangs open in a silent scream.

While Jake enjoys fucking you stupid, he loves hearing you even more.

He slaps your clit and you clench around him harder.

"Can feel how close you are, baby. Can feel how bad my pussy wants to cum. I wanna hear you beg for it. Wanna hear you tell everyone one this base who you belong too." He whispers hotly against your ear.

"I belonged to you, Daddy! Please let me cum" You whine.

"No." He states.

"It's your pussy Admiral Seresin. All yours." You preen as he drives you close and closer to the edge.

"Still wrong." He says as he ruts into you.

"Ares—fuck—please—pleasepleaseplease!" you plead with him.

"That's it, that's my girl. Now cum for me." He commands.

You heed his words and cum hard for him. He pushes into you impossibly deeper as you spasm around him.

The fluttering of your walls sends Jake into his own release, and he spills into you.

He slumps forward and presses both of you into his desk as he continues to rock his hips in and out of you.

He pulls up and looks down at where your bodies join. He admires the creamy white ring of your mixed release that has gathered at the base of his cock.

He pulls out, and you groan at the loss of contact. Jake steps back to admire how you look. Your core is on display for him, and he loves watching his cum drip out of you and onto his desk.

He grabs a few tissues from the box that was discarded on the floor and cleans you up before sliding your panties and pants back into place.

You help him get his desk back in order before wrangling your hair back into a bun.

He moves the chair from in front of the door, and you slump down into it.

"So, Mr. War God, did you purposely get the angles wrong during your presentation?" You ask him.

"You tell me, Commander Grotto." He teases you as he leans back and kicks his feet up on his desk. You're about to get up and sit in his lap when there is a knock at his office door.

You both jump up. Jake grabs some files to make it look like the two of you were working as you go to the door.

"Admiral Cain!" You exclaim. "What are you doing here, Uncle Chester?" You ask him as your face flushes.

"I came to see if Admiral Seresin was finished with the reports the two of you were working on." He says to you.

"Yes, sir. I have them right here." Jake says as he slides behind you.

"Wonderful. Thank you, son." Your uncle says. He turns to leave, but before he does he looks back at Jake.

"We are having a cookout at my sister's house this weekend. She and her husband are hosting. There will be lots of other officers there. You should stop by Seresin. I'm sure Sledge would be more than happy to give you the details." Your uncle tells him before walking away.

As soon as he is gone, you close the door and sigh.

"A cookout at your parents' house? Now that sounds like fun." Jake smirks.

"We'd have to be on our absolute best behavior. No funny business." You tell him. He rolls his eyes.

"I'll text you the details." You say.

"And I'll start figuring out how I can fuck you in your childhood bedroom while half the Navy is thirty feet away." He grins before you slip out the door.

[pearlescentparade]

Omg someone who does forsaken YAY 😭 headcanons for Two time x deity user that’s based off of the spawn point cuz like two times in a cult or something

heh... ive gotten requests for two time..... two times [gets shot]

🔄 two time x spawn deity! reader headcanons 💞

utterly devoted to you. you literally represent all of that which they believe in, why wouldn't they be??

always by your side, or following you. they're a Shadow, after all

their insanity intensifies, but they insist that they feel at peace with you. the problem is, it's only with you. when you're not around, they feel restless and irrational

they might have separation anxiety

you need to remind them to eat, sleep and take basic care of themself because they forgo those in order to spend all of their time with you

would do anything you ask them to, so it's easy to get them to do the last headcanon if you frame it as if it's an assignment from you

"it's late. many mortals sleep at this hour."

"that's okay, i don't need to sleep!"

"...i grow weaker with my followers. i ask you to sleep so my power is maintained."

"ah, i see! then goodnight, my god. please watch over my dreams!!"

only ever refers to you as "my god", never your name or anything else

whether you're actually connected to the cult or not, they'll follow you above everything else. why settle with the believers when they could have the belief itself?

refuses to tell the cult about you, despite being a fellow member. they believe you've chosen them as your most devoted and faithful follower, and if the others knew about you, two time's worried you'll be too occupied with the other members to gaze upon them again

you agree with not telling the cult, but rather because you're already bothered enough by the one member. you can't imagine dealing with several at the same time if they're all as clingy as two time is

meeting you makes them feel like all the terrible things they've done were worth it

you've tried to isolate yourself from them, feeling that no mortal should ever be so bonded to a deity and it would only lead to ruin

it was no use. they found you, no matter where you were

akin to a dog, loyal and dependent

a bit annoying to be honest. when it gets too much you just kill them and respawn them to teach them a lesson. it's traumatizing and excruciatingly painful, so you don't know why they keep coming back to you even so

sometimes other deities tease you about them

"oh? i see your little puppy isn't with you today."

"refrain from referring to my follower like they're an animal, lest you desire for me to sick them onto you."

they like to be cupped in your palms and brought close to your face when you're in a larger form

you like to put them into a forcefield and lightly shake them around like a hamster in a hamsterball. two time does not find this nauseating activity as amusing as you do but they suck it up and deal with it because you look pleased doing it to them

two time gets very overprotective when someone approaches you. clutching their dagger, they're ready to strike at any sign of danger

you think it's foolish for a fragile mortal to risk and endanger their life for a deity that doesn't die as easily. though you tell them this many times, two time still persists on it

desperate for your approval

loves to bring you gifts, though you say you've no need for material things. think of it as sacrificial offerings! hand-made bracelets, food, a body... a body?

thankfully, they were only an unconscious person that two time happened upon while on their way to meet with you.. and thought it was a good idea to sacrifice them to you. you released them and reprimanded two time

they've attempted to offer their blood, but you quickly stopped them before they could draw it with their dagger, reminding them that harm to them harms you too. that was enough to get them to never consider it again

has a shrine dedicated to you, complete with incense and pictures and statuettes made in your likeness

lowkey wants to sever you from your divinity and ground you to the mortal realm

(a/n: this concept kinda crazy this is like if u were buddhist and siddhartha gautama himself was real and was ur bff like can u imagine anyway i imagine this relationship would be super codependent and a bit more on the unhealthy side considering reader's mere existence would fuel two time's obsession with the spawn so i hope i did well at portraying that!)

[blessedbyahuntress]

"Hopefully He Saw That"

A/N: I think I accidentally made Poseidon act more like the PJO version than the EPIC version 😅

Pairing: Poseidon x Reader x Ares

Warnings: None

Trope: Love triangle

Word Count: 710

You were the goddess of water in its natural state. In other words, the goddess of rainfall.

So of course, at another one of the stupid parties Olympians throw nearly every month, you sought out Poseidon again.

“Hey,” you said, sidling up to the god. 

“Hey,” Poseidon answered dejectedly, before turning his head to you. His eyes lit up as he realized it wasn’t another one of his sisters. 

“Oh!” He nearly yelped. “Hi, Y/N!”

You raised an eyebrow, having to tilt your chin up to look in his eyes; he stood, towering over you. 

You huffed, putting your hands on your hips in a rather sassy manner. “Two can play that game, Poseidon,” you said as you increased your height. 

Poseidon’s lips quivered in an attempt to hide his smile. He crossed his arms, growing taller as he smirked down at you.

It went on like this for a while, you and Poseidon fighting about who should be taller. 

Over at the wooden table, positioned in between Aphrodite and Hera, Ares spun a dagger on the surface. He wasn’t paying attention to the knife twirling in his grasp; his eyes were fixed on you and Poseidon. Well, mostly you. 

The war god finally ripped his gaze away to adjust the straps on his armor. 

Eros was studying the room with a playful glint in his eyes. The only reason he came to these parties was to play matchmaker. And the god of love and passion didn’t miss the look of longing on Ares’s face. He stretched on the marble pillar he was laying on, summoning his bow to his hands. 

Eros aimed the arrow at Ares’s heart, then hesitated. This was his mother’s lover- Aphrodite surely wouldn’t approve. 

As if she read his mind, the goddess of love looked up and met his eyes. Aphrodite gave a small nod, a smirk playing across her lips.  

Eros didn’t need any more encouragement. Grinning cheekily, he shot the invisible arrow straight at Ares’s heart. 

The reaction was almost immediate. 

The god stood abruptly, not bothering to push his chair in. He strutted in your direction as Poseidon grabbed your hand. Ares growled in frustration. 

You laughed a bit, allowing the god of tides to lead you in a dance. You grasped his shoulder with your other hand, Poseidon’s going to rest on your waist. 

You tsked.  “I’m disappointed,” you whispered. “I thought you knew I don’t like slow dances.”

“Who said it had to be slow?” Poseidon murmured, twirling you around. 

Saying that Ares’s anger issues burst to the surface would be an understatement; he punched Poseidon in the face.

The god of the sea stumbled back a step, hands releasing from your waist. He touched his nose, which was now bent in an odd shape. His eyes, glinting with unsuppressed rage, met Ares’s own, and Poseidon’s lips curled back in an ugly sneer. 

“Ares,” he growled, stalking toward the god of war. 

“Poseidon,” Ares spoke stiffly. 

You stepped in between the two gods as Poseidon raised his fist. 

“Stop.” 

Your voice unintentionally carried across the room, making even Zeus pause in his flirting. 

“I will not watch you two fight.” Your voice had deadly calm as you turned to Ares. “What the hell did you think you were doing, swinging at him like that?” You continued harshly. 

He only averted his gaze. 

You snorted as Poseidon wrapped his arms back around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. “He’s so obviously jealousy,” he whispered in your ear, breath tickling your neck. 

“It’s actually painful,” you agreed.

Ares huffed, backing away into the crowd. Unbeknownst to you, Poseidon stuck out his tongue at the retreating form of the war deity.  

You turned, putting your arms around Poseidon’s neck. 

“Is it not clear that you're mine?” 

Your breath hitched at the word ‘mine’. You knew that the god of the sea could be overprotective at times, but you couldn’t say that wasn’t one of the traits that attracted you to him.

You pretended to think about it before shrugging. “I guess not.”

Poseidon smirked, closing the small space that you’d been whispering into. 

When you pulled away for air, Poseidon rested his forehead against yours. “Hopefully he saw that.”

[mothdruid]

horus || mickey 'fanboy' garcia

"In the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion."

god of kingship, healing, protection, the sky, and the sun

symbol: eye of horus

the egyptian deities

[rafayelxsylusho]

Hair holds memories

The memory fades as Sylus blinks rapidly, pushing away the haunting image of your blood tinted hair and your lifeless body on the ground. He has never felt so helpless, so powerless.

In the N109 Zone, he is the one who commands respect, who holds the power of life and death in his hands. But here, in this sterile white room that smells of disinfectant and despair, he is nothing. A mere spectator, forced to watch as the woman he loves slips away from him.

His fists clench at his sides, his sharp nails digging into the palms of his hands hard enough to draw blood. He wants to scream, to rage against the unfairness of it all. But he remains silent, his jaw clenched tight as he watches the doctors work tirelessly to save your life.

Minutes tick by with the slowness of hours, each second an eternity as he waits for some sign, some hope that you will pull through.

Suddenly, the piercing wail of a flatline scream shatters the tense silence of the room. Sylus's heart stops, his breath catching in his throat as he watches the line on the monitor flatten into a straight, unbroken line. No. No, this cannot be happening.

He surges forward, his body moving on pure instinct as he lunges towards the bed. But strong hands grab him from behind, holding him back as he thrashes and snarls like a wild beast. He turns his head to see Zayne, his eyes wild and desperate.

"Let me go!" Sylus roars, his voice raw with anguish. "I need to be with her, I need to..."

Zayne's eyes flash with a mixture of sorrow and fury as he pins Sylus against the wall, holding him firmly in place. His voice is accusing as he speaks.

"This is all your fault, Sylus. Your reckless actions, your goddamn ego... it's led to this. I warned you, didn't I? I told you that you would only bring her harm!" Zayne snarls, his face contorted in anger.

Tears of rage and despair streak down Sylus cheeks as he listens to Zayne's bitter words.

"I know...I know it's my fault. I should have protected her, I should have..."

But Zayne is already gone, his attention turning back to you as he starts the desperate task of trying to revive you. Sylus is left to rage outside the room, his heart shattered into a million pieces as he watches from outside the room, each chest compression, each electric shock, is a dagger to his soul. He wants to be in there, holding your hand, telling you to come back to him. But he is exiled, cast out, and forced to watch the scene unfold before him like a nightmare from which he cannot escape.

As he watches Zayne work frantically he feels a part of his own soul, the part that belongs to you, slipping away with each passing second. It's a sensation he has never experienced before, but he knows instinctively what it means, a piece of his very being, the half that he shares with you, is being ripped away.

In that moment of gut wrenching clarity, Sylus makes a decision. If you survive this, if you come back to him, he will do everything in his power to keep you safe even if it means staying away from you, even if it means tearing out the other half of his soul.

His eyes burn as he whispers a desperate prayer to any deity that might be listening. He is not a religious man, but for you, he will beg and plead and vow anything.

"Please," he rasps out, "Please, let her live. I'll do anything, give anything, just let her live."

The sound of the heart monitor suddenly springs back to life, its steady beeping filling the room with a symphony of hope. Sylus's eyes widen, his heart leaping into his throat as he stares at it. 

Tears of relief and joy stream down his face as the realization dawns on him, you are alive.

His legs nearly give out from under him as the emotional weight of the moment crashes over him. He has never felt such overwhelming relief, such profound gratitude. He wants to laugh, to cry, to scream his joy to the heavens above.

But most of all, he wants to hold you. He wants to pull you into his arms, to feel your heartbeat against his own, to know that you are truly alive and well. And when Zayne finally opens the door to the room, he doesn't hesitate. He rushes to your bedside, taking your hand in his bringing it to his lips.

"I'm here, kitten," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "I'm right here."

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His heart aches with a constant, throbbing pain, the agony of loving someone so deeply and being unable to hold them, to comfort them. He sees the sadness in your eyes, the way your smile doesn't reach them anymore. It breaks him, destroys him, to know that he is the cause of your unhappiness.

There are moments, countless moments, when Sylus is tempted to throw caution to the wind. To storm into your room, to take you in his arms, and to hell with the consequences. But then he remembers, your lifeless body, the blood in your hair, and the hollow emptiness that consumed him. And he knows he cannot let that happen again.

So he endures, trapped in a personal purgatory of his own making. He suffers the pain of longing, the anguish of separation, and the constant gnawing worry of not knowing if he is doing the right thing. But he is determined to keep his promise, to stay away, no matter how much it destroys him inside. Because he knows, with bone deep certainty, that your life is worth more than his own selfish desires. And he will move heaven and earth, bear any burden, to ensure that you are safe and happy. Even if it means living with the constant ache of loving you from afar.

He watches through Mephisto as the nights turn into waking nightmares. He sees the way your body shakes with silent sobs, tears soaking the pillow beneath your head. He hears your muffled cries, your anguished screams that pierce his very soul.

He told himself he couldn't say goodbye, that he was too weak, too selfish to bear the weight of your tears and heartache. So he left it to Zayne, trusting him to be the one to deliver the harsh truth. It was a coward's way out, but he convinced himself that it was necessary, that he had to be strong for you.

So he watches as the days bleed into weeks and then months. Your once vibrant and energetic self now a shadow of its former glory. Somedays you just lay there, staring at the ceiling, eyes devoid of their usual sparkle. He sees the way your tears gradually slow, only to be replaced by an emptiness that chills him to the bone. You are giving up, giving in, and the thought that he is the cause of your defeat is almost more than he can bear.

But he also watches as Zayne slowly but surely begins to heal the wounds he inflicted on your heart. He sees the way his actions make you laugh again, a sound that had become as rare and precious as a shooting star. The sight of you smiling again, even if it's not directed at him, is both a balm to his heart and a dagger plunging into his chest.

His heart clenches painfully as he watches the undeniable spark that ignites between you and Zayne. The way you laugh together, the way Zayne's hand lingers on your arm a moment too long, the way your eyes shine with a newfound light... all of it screams one unmistakable truth. You are falling in love again, and it's not with him.

Each instance, each stolen moment, each shared glance between you is a fresh wound inflicted upon Sylus's soul. He feels every inch of his humanity slowly slipping away as he watches the woman he loves, the other half of his soul, falling for someone else. It's a pain he never could have imagined, a torment he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy.

But even in his agony, Sylus cannot bring himself to regret his decision. He knows, with a profound certainty, that his absence is allowing you to heal, to grow, to love again. And so he endures this new hell, watching Zayne steal the heart of the woman he adores, knowing that it's the only way for you to truly move on after the devastation he caused.

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He stares at the image transmitted by Mephisto's lens, his heart pounding in his chest as he takes in the sight before him, your once long hair that he loved to run his fingers through, now falls just shy of your shoulders. But it's not just your hair that has changed, Sylus sees the way your hand rests gently on your stomach, a protective gesture that speaks of the new life growing within you. Beside you stands Zayne, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, his eyes shining with a love and devotion that Sylus once knew all too well. In that moment, a bittersweet realization washes over him, he had made the right choice in letting you go, in pushing you towards a future that could never include him.

He knows that as you cut your hair, you were also cutting him out of your life. He knows that he is a part of your past, a memory etched in the strands of hair that once brushed your back and the love that once burned in your eyes. But he is no longer your present or your future.

With a heavy heart, Sylus issues, for the last time, the command for Mephisto to return to him, the mechanical crow's lens dimming as it prepares for the journey back. As Mephisto disappears from view, Sylus allows himself a sad smile, a smile of acceptance and gratitude for the love that had once been, and the sacrifice that had set you free.

[over-and-over-and-over-and]

i can't stop thinking about deity ! shauna , who's favorite plaything jusstttt so happens to be you

[mdni, eventual smut - tw, biting, blood, chasing, shauna typical shenanigans]

her love is so encompassing- she leaves gifts and sends blessings, answering your prayers the second they leave your lips. her new pass time is watching you from afar, even if you're 100% safe- she just likes to see you... and you know it's her because who else would the introverted brunette not so subtly staring at you be? especially considering no one else could see her.

slowly, she started creeping into your dreams. your nights were typically filled with large forests, deep wilderness which seemingly could go on forever, until you find her in a small clearing, fiddling with something resembling a short dagger.

"took you long enough."

her words were sharp, like torns, and yet her presence was warm. you make your way into the clearing, sitting beside her as she continues to work. the two of you would entertain a brief conversation, one which would quickly fall flat as it was apparent she preferred the quiet. you didn't mind, you could comfortably sit and say nothing for a while as well, although it was hard to ignore the way she was observing you.

the dreams only grew more intense- it started with her hands roaming across your body as if she hadn't seen a human before, or at the very least hadn't interreacted with one in a while. she would trace every inch of your body, running her fingers over every nook and cranny as if she was trying to commit you to memory. eventually her hands would grow braver, pushing you against the dirt as she would climb on top of you.

next she would kiss you, ravenous and hungry as if she wanted to eat you whole. it was mostly teeth and underlying frustration as she pushed your further into the dirt, her roaming hands busy at work until they eventually found the waist band of your pajama pants.

and now she was overworking you, pushing you to the edge again, and again, and again. she moans at your little sounds, wolfishly grinning everytime you insisted you couldn't take it anymore. and then she would start again, pushing you further as she insisted she simply wanted to see how far a human could go, and how she knew you could keep going as you had been doing great so far.

her favorite, however, was hunting you. she'd chase you through the never ending forest, intentionally pacing herself so you'd tucker yourself out and fall right into her hands. she could run after you for hours, howling like a monster and tackling you into the dirt just alike. she loved when you fought back, taking the chance to sink her fangs into your shoulder to subdue you, lapping up the blood while you squirm and writhe beneath her.

night after night she consumes you like a starved animal- chews you up, spits you out, sweetly smiling at you all the while.

a god has to entertain themselves somehow.

[allaboutherock2011]

RADAR Festival 2025: final headliner, Bob Vylan, plus Vukovi, As December Falls, and four more acts announced

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