dawn creations

Greek Mythology: Gaia (Gaea)

The greek goddess of the earth. She was one of the primoridal elemental deities (protogenoi) born at the dawn of creation. Gaia was the great mother of all creation–the heavenly gods were descended from her through her union with Ouranos (Uranus) (Sky), the sea-gods from her union with Pontos (Sea), the Gigantes (Giants) from her mating with Tartaros (the Pit), and mortal creatures born directly from her earthy flesh.

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Games Dan and Phil Should Play

@danisnotonfire @amazingphil

[ Full Playthroughs ] 

- Until Dawn 
- The Joy Of Creation 
- Danganronpa 
- The Walking Dead 
- Fran Bow 
- The Stanley Parable 
- Hatoful Boyfriend 
- Sonic Dreams Collection 

[ One-Off Games ] 

- Surgeon Simulator 
- Sarah Is Missing 
- Social Interaction Simulator 
- Whack Your….Series 
- Who’s Your Daddy? 
- Welcome To The Game 
- Feed The Head 
- Windowsil 

Who agrees? You can add other games! Also, reblog so they can see ♡

As for the United States, we did not call it ‘the World’ for nothing; it might as well have been on another planet. There was nothing familiar out where we were, no churches, no police, no laws, no newspapers, or any of t he restraining influences without which the earth’s population of virtuous people would by reduced by ninety-five percent. It was the dawn of creation in the Indochina bush, an ethical as well as a geographical wilderness. Out there, lacking restraints, sanctioned to kill, confronted by a hostile country and a relentless enemy, we sank into a brutish state. The descent could be checked only by the net of a man’s inner moral values, the attribute that is called character…

Most American soldiers in Vietnam - at least the ones I knew - could not be divided into good men and bad. Each possessed roughly equal measures of both qualities. I saw men who behaved with great compassion toward the Vietnamese one day and then burned down a village the next. They were, as Kipling wrote of his Tommy Atkins, neither saints 'nor blackguards too/But single men in barricks more remarkable like you.’ That may be why Americans reacted with such horror to the disclosures of US atrocities while ignoring those of the other side: the American soldier was a reflection of themselves.
—  Philip Caputo, USMC veteran, written in 1977
  • Blizzard: We're bringing Illidan back for a redemption arc!
  • Me: Oh, yay! He can reevaluate his past decisions and make a vow to be a better person while still fighting with every ounce of his being to defend Azeroth from the Legion. We'll get to see him grow as a person and prove that it's never too late to try to make amends!
  • Blizzard: He was predestined to be the Chosen Hero of the Light since the dawn of creation.
  • Me: Er...
  • Blizzard: Also his golden eyes are a sign of his special status.
  • Me: But what about the irony of his special eyes being the reason he felt entitled to a perfect life, and how the pursuit of that kind of power led to his eyes being seared out by Sargeras? Only to find out years later that golden eyes are actually a sign of great potential as a druid, if only he had had the patience and dedication to follow that path?
  • Blizzard: Chosen one. Desssssstiny.
  • Me: How can a redemption mean anything if the character doesn't learn from his mistakes and make a conscious decision to be a better person?
  • Blizzard: The naaru just love him to pieces.
  • Me: There's a naaru right outside the Black Temple when you go there to do the level 70 raid. They were fine with curbstomping him then.
  • Blizzard: Do you want Illidan back or not?
  • Me: I do.
  • Blizzard: Then take your Destined Champion of the Cosmos and like it.
  • Me: (meekly) Okay.
Ode To Makuta

All hail to you, master of shadows. 

In today’s celebration of the one thing that is not canon I hereby present you with a gift. May you take delight in reading it. 

“In a world that was new-born and wailing
Chaotic and desolate, too
There was need for someone without failing
And that’s how they came up with you.

In the dim light of dawn of creation
You’d face the most difficult test:
Exceed each and every expectation
And lay all their burdens to rest.

You’d tirelessly work from the shadows
You’d order, enforce, and arrange,
Bring life to the oceans and meadows,
Til something would strike you as strange:

Why should they not provide validation
For all you had done and would do?
Instead of showing some appreciation,
They’d gaze at the stars, not at you.

Now that was not fair and they knew it,
You wanted their thanks and their praise
And when you sat down and thought through it
You found you could end the old ways.

Your brothers were quickly compliant,
Some even devoted to you.
There then was but one lone defiant
Of whom you’d dispatch without rue.

You’d then work for centuries, millenia,
So that your great plan may succeed
And though there were setbacks and many a
Foe on the way, you’d proceed.

At last, though the Toa persisted,
You’d topple their god after all,
You’d then break all those who resisted,
And reward those who’d follow your call.

Well, that’s how the story should have ended,
We know it, and you know it, too.
Your rule would have surely been splendid,
As dark and relentless as you.

Here’s the truth that they all still deny:
The end of your reign came to soon,
At least, though, when you came to die
You were gloriously crushed by a moon.

So linger on, master of schemes and
Makuta, the one that they feared,
On tumblr, to punish bad memes and
Know that, by some, you’re revered.”

- Your secret admirer



fyeahmyths’  thank god(s) it’s summer week!

day 6: god/goddess of nature >> GAIA  (greek)

GAIA (or Gaea) was the Protogenos (primeval divinity) of earth, one of the primal elements who first emerged at the dawn of creation, along with air, sea and sky. She herself supported the sea and moutains upon her breast. Gaia was depicted as a buxom, matronly woman, half risen from the earth in Greek vase painting. She was portrayed as inseperable from her native element. In mosaic art, Gaia appears as a full-figured, reclining woman, often clothed in green, and sometimes accompanied by grain spirits–the Karpoi.

dean/cas fic: incalescent (2.7k, nsfw(ish))

incalescent; 2.7k, briefly nsfw, episode tag, spoilers for 11x10.

Castiel expects this will burn him from the inside out.

A flash of light. A throbbing, brimful feeling. A spreading, yawning depth that reaches beyond Castiel’s understanding.

Lucifer’s grace is magnificent.

It’s corrupt – bone-yellow instead of blue-white, threaded with malice and deceit, hardened by resentments that stretch back to the dawn of creation. But it pulses with strength and vitality and intent, glitters with the sheer celestial perfection it once possessed. Michael might have been God’s strongest, his most dutiful, but Lucifer had been his favorite. Lucifer had been created to reflect all of heaven’s glory and radiance and might.

Castiel is terrified.

[read it at AO3]

Surueh the Godess of Twilight, Destruction and the End(?). (Doesn’t sound as badass I would want but eh).  Agender, like all the divinity, go with She/They. One of the first god to appear with Oboeh, the Godess of Dawn, Creation and the Beginning. She’s nice, dead inside and have a lot of knowledge. Probably the most powerful divnity of the story.