Experimental personal piece featuring Anubis, one of my faves egyptian gods!
I could do more pieces like this featuring other gods, i have to think about that, but it could be a good idea for a little personal project? dunno.

This design is also available on my Redbubble!

https://www.redbubble.com/people/crimsonpencil94/works/38304238-anubis?asc=u&ref=recent-owner

celtic mythology: aine

Aine was both a Celtic Goddess and a Faery Queen. She has been known by other names, such as the Lady of the Lake, the Goddess of the Earth and Nature, and the Goddess of Luck and Magick. As well, there are some people who actually believe that she might be an aspect of The Morrigan. Aine was the daughter of Eogabail, a member of the Tuatha da Danaan and the foster son of the Sea God Manannan Mac Lir, while other versions of this legend claim that she was actually married to Manannan Mac Lir himself.

Requested by @pclyxena

Thoughts On Happiness

Okay, so first of all, I am no longer a Wiccan. I am embracing the Rokkatru branch of Norse Paganism/Heathenism, but my practice will focus primarily on Loki and his family. Although I do have an interest in Skadi and Byleister, so I may try to get to know them, too.

Second of all, I admit it: I eat. A LOT. A lot of it is not good for me, either, but I live off of Disability and foodstamps. After I finish paying my rent, I have roughly $400 US dollars leftover and that’s for food, fun, and bills. It doesn’t leave me with a lot of money for things like gym memberships and quite frankly, the idea of going to a gym terrifies me. I don’t know to how use the equipment and I hate the way my body looks in gym clothes, and quite frankly there are other things I’d rather spend my money on.

Also I don’t know how to adult. I can’t cook or really clean very well, and I don’t know how to manage my money all that well. So when it comes to food, I usually just buy whatever is fast and easy to make. Which usually means its terrible for you. I’m aware of that. But the thing that nobody tells you is that real food is EXPENSIVE. It costs more for a salad or a steak than it does for a package of Chef Boyardee.

And, also, I’m not oblivious to the fact that I’m overweight. I cut a lot of good things out of my diet like bread and candy and a lot of what qualifies as snack food because I know I’m overweight. That being said, being overweight does happen to run in my family. So it probably should not be a huge surprise that my metabolism slowed down.

And the thing is, even though I know none of this is great, I am the happiest now that I have ever been. Even though a lot of what I eat is bad for me, I am going out of my way to learn new recipes that are better for me. Because I want to enjoy good food. That doesn’t mean I have to stop eating pasta or only eat salads. I mean, yeah, I admit I could be trying harder. But I’m happy this way, and isn’t that what really matters?

Also I just wanna say:

Unless you are prepared to shell out money for a gym membership, it is really not your damn place to comment on someone else’s body.

Like I don’t care if you think that person is too fat or too skinny or whatthefuckever. How they live their life is on them, and honestly, the best thing that I took away from my time as a Wiccan was harm none. That means at least attempting to keep my mouth shut and not commenting on other people’s appearances. I’ve been on both ends of the body shaming spectrum. I was anorexic growing up and my mom used to make fun of me because I wasn’t skinny enough (she was a size 0), and now I weigh 180 lbs.

Yeah, that may seem like a lot, but I honestly feel better about myself this way, and I know that Loki wants me to learn to love myself regardless of what my body may look like. I have been learning to take better care of myself because, even though I am high-functioning, sometimes self-care is hard. All I can say is, I’m going to continue to learn to care for myself, but I get decide if my weight is a problem. Not you.

anonymous asked:

Which god/flight are you personally most scared of? I’m terrified of the Stormcatcher and the Icewarden, personally, because capitalism and prisons.

…. hmmm

all of them? All eleven of the gods are incredibly powerful and getting on any of their bad sides would be pretty disastrous no matter how you split it.

I guess I’m least afraid of windy simply because he strikes me as the most agreeable of the lot and the hardest one to piss off. Most is a tie between Icewarden, Stormcatcher, and Gladekeeper probably… 

💖 30 Days of Deity Devotion 💖

3. Honor their family and syncretisms. It’s important to remember that these deities and myths are shaped by the others around them, and syncretisms and deity ‘equivalents’ are a part of their story.

So it’s very important (especially on a full moon) to remember Artemis, Apollo’s twin. I suppose I do not do as much as I could to connect with Her, especially as She was the first Goddess who reached out to me. She demanded a place on my altar and She still has it - a bear candle and a stag-head candle holder.

Leto is of course also important. She is Apollo’s beloved mother and I honestly don’t know enough about Her. I might have to put something on my altar for Her - a cockerel motif or something, palm leaves, or or a… a mongoose? Okay! That was unexpected - but that’s what this 30 day challenge is for. To find out new and interesting things. She seems so wonderfully kind and gentle as well - the kind of person I’d love to be, rather than… me.

Obviously I honour Zeus at other times, and the other Theoi.

As for syncretisms, I don’t really know what to do in that regard - I mean, I’m surprised nobody’s come storming in with a big stick to tell me I’ve forgotten the ‘n’ on the end of Apollo for a long time now, but I’ve always just… known Him as Apollo. He doesn’t seem displeased, and he wasn’t really changed into Roman mythology.

Helios! Now I do consider Him a distinct and separate deity/Titan. I see Him as more of a physical embodiment of the sun, whereas Apollo to me is more what we consider sun and sunlight - a more metaphysical representation if you will? I know that Apollo embodies the concept of life-giving, warming sunlight, but that’s Helios actually going across the sky, kinda. (For someone who’s given themselves to Apollo, I absolutely have no way with words.) I know they’re connected but I really do not give Helios His due.

Nightly terror

The room was cool and quiet. In the dim light coming from the window one could see a wardrobe, an almost empty desk and some clothes on a chair. An armor’s plates were shining ever so faintly in the corner. A long two bladed sword leaned against the wall.

Someone was sleeping in the bed, a tall man whose long silvery hair was strewn on the pillow. He was breathing calmly. He had been quite exhausted the day before, although his last mission to kill a giant serpent had happened two days ago. He had earned his rest after cleaving the beast in half, lenghtwise.

But this night was not completely peaceful. Something woke the man up. He opened his eyes. Despite them being perfectly milk-white he was not blind, far from it. Many layers of white lattices contracted in his eyes as he focused them.

He stared the ceiling. “Dammit”, he thought, “tomorrow will be hard if I can’t fall back asleep soon. Why it’s always the nights before a mission?” He felt dryness in his throat. There was a tall glass of water on a nightstand right next to him. He lifted himself to grab it.

Or that’s what he tried to do. To the man’s shock, he couldn’t move. Not a single muscle in his body obeyed him besides his eyes. He felt tightness in his chest as anxiety settled into his mind. “No…please not now”, he pleaded in his mind. Darkness started to swirl around him. There was someone in the room, he could sense it.

From the corner of his right eye he saw the faintly gleaming sword. “Helix, help me!”, he tried to shout but only the tiniest noise emerged. He felt movement on his left side. The bedsheets rustled lightly. An arm grabbed him, it was not Helix. The grip was firm, almost aggressive. The man saw a shape of a person next to him. He tried to move again but it was futile. His heart was beating faster than in a battle, cold shivers ran down his spine.

The dark figure climbed on top of the man, slowly it settled onto his chest pushing him down with its knees. The man couldn’t breathe. He tried so hard to fight back or even shout but his body was still paralyzed. He felt so helpless and vulnerable. He could only stare at the creature.

The man felt cold hands wrap around his neck tightly. The figure bent down, bringing its face toward him. The sight made the man scream, if he could’ve done that. Pathetic noises tried to escape his shut mouth as he stared into the creature’s empty eyes, his own eyes.

Suddenly a light on his nightstand turned on, though it didn’t alter the figure in any way. Unnatural shadows were still covering it. It didn’t move an inch.

“It is just a nightmare”, a soft woman’s voice said to the man. A gentle hand brushed his hair. “Just breathe, it’ll go away soon.” The man felt slight relief in the midst of his terror. The light reflected off the woman’s metallic skin.

Soon the figure faded and the heaviness on the man’s chest was lifted. First he regained movement in his fingers and soon he could bend his legs and arms. He gasped for air as his jaw was unlocked.

“Thank you…Helix”, he said to his friend weakly. The woman sitting beside the man smiled ever so slightly: “I should’ve helped you sooner. I’m sorry that I didn’t notice.” “You don’t need to apologise, you did everything you could”, the man reassured her, taking her hand into his own. He was still trembling.

Helix stroked his hand and cheek lightly. “Do you think you would be able to sleep, Fierce? Tomorrow will be strenuous if you don’t.” The man nodded: “I don’t really have a choice, do I?” He smiled, and got a smile back from his friend.

Finally Fierce was able to drink and soon the glass of water was empty. He sat there for a moment and let the feeling of refreshment wash over him. Helix observed this behavior, as she always did. She could see every small muscle relax in her master’s body as the stress hormones stopped having an effect.

Suddenly she was alarmed as she noticed gray hand-shaped marks on Fierce’s neck. She stayed quiet, not wanting to cause anxiety in her master and delaying his sleeping schedule any further. But where did those marks come from? They weren’t there before and she hadn’t felt any presences in the house. Either it was a weird stress reaction or someone, or something, had gotten past her.

The man turned off the light and laid down on the bed, this time onto his side. “You should rest too, you know”, Fierce mumbled, “strenuous task and whatnot.” “No…I’ll stay awake”, Helix objected and added: “I want to make sure you’re all right.” She didn’t get an answer as he was already fast asleep. She now sat next to her master, guarding him until dawn.