divine messengers

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anonymous asked:

so, hi??!! this is like, the first ask that i'm sending to you because... i'm like, very shy. and i say like a lot. whatever. i jUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! YOUR AUS!! its so damn inspiring for me, an au lover!!! omg, okay, so... i was wondering, do you have any royal au? like, people... with crowns... it could be modern or old i just wanted some crowns... is that weird? okay, so, maybe with yoongi? i am insecure, im sorry, but u r like my idol and u r so damn amazing!! so bYE

ur idol??? im so flattered ah,,,, 
ive done aristocrat!yoongi (here) and he was part of my prince!au (here)
but,,,,here’s my demon king yoongi au,,,since u wanted crowns,,please enjoy 

  • king of the underworld,,,,,but like nonchalant about it 
  • im thinking yoongi,,,,but with red eyes and sharp teeth,,,but also heavy blink ink tattoos up and down his arms and chest and skeletal wings that can sprout from his back 
  • wears a torn-up motorcycle jacket over his bare chest that’s scarred up and also covered by a tattoo of an angel (ironically) spreading their wings and crying
  • am i thinking one long silver earring that looks like a dagger??? yeah. long nails painted black??? yeah. 
  • and the CROWN,,,,,,,made of black onyx and diamonds,,,,,and shimmers whenever he walks down the halls of his palace,,,,whenever he receives another life into the underworld it becomes part of the diamonds in his crown,,,,??
  • his palace is made of black marble and everything inside is red silk with cold cut diamonds framing the pillars inside
  • he owns a pet Cerberus that wears a collar made of the same black onyx as his crown and can attack on command if need be
  • the lower demons aren’t allowed to look yoongi in the eyes when they speak to him and whenever he passes by the all have to bow
  • yoongi,,,,,like all other demons does have horns but they’re twisted and black and are usually hidden in his black hair or by the crown he wears
  • rumor has it that a fight over the demon king throne left his right horn chipped,,,,but no one has ever been close enough to him to find out
  • you,,,,are actually a divine messenger from heaven which is great and all,,,,,until you have to visit the underworld to deliver creeds from the angels
  • and you’re basically safe because you carry a spell with you that makes it impossible for demons to attack you (unless they want to burn to death) but still,,,,,the way they look at you with hollow red or black eyes,,,,,it’s just scary
  • and ofc,,,,,,yoongi is scary too,,,,except,,,,he’s not 
  • because the countless trips you’ve taken to deliver news to him,,,,has sort of made you see that there’s still something in him,,,,,,that isn’t completely evil
  • there’s something that you think is loneliness,,,,,,but ofc you’d never say that because you arent 100% sure that the spell will keep the KING of demons away from attacking you
  • and on one evening you’re in yoongi’s palace,,,awaiting to see him and tell him of a decision made by the angels when you get word that you’ll need to spend the night because the angels are going to revise one of their decisions
  • and you,,,,,,dont want to,,,,,but the doors to yoongi’s throne room open and you’re escorted inside only to begrudgingly explain the situation
  • and yoongi,,,,has never looked directly at you,,,, because he usually avoids the eye contact because of the law in the underworld 
  • but for the first time he looks up when you finish talking and you see the red,,,,,like new bright flames,,,,,,and you,,,,,,
  • are stuck,,,,,staring into them,,,,,,like some kind of hypnosis
  • until yoongi looks back away and waves his hand, telling one of the demon servants to prepare a room for you to stay the night
  • but before you leave he mentions that dinner is going to start in twenty minutes.
  • you politely try to think of a way to refuse,,,,what the hell do they even eat down here,,,,,but you cant find the words and just aimlessly nod
  • the,,,,,,dinner is much more extravagant than you imagined,,,,,not dead animals or cockroaches like you expected,,,,,
  • yoongi sits at the other end of the table,,,his crown of all black glittering,,,,,
  • you try to eat but you can’t because you can feel those eyes,,,,red like blood,,,,looking at you
  • and when you push back the chair to get up,,,,,suddenly yoongi is beside you,,,walking you slowly up against the wall and you try to not look you try
  • but you can’t help it,,,,,,,and yoongi is gazing right back at you
  • the smell of the underworld is on him,,,,,,but he,,,,,he isn’t scaring you,,,,because something again it just radiates from him,,,,,,,a feeling of,,,,,,,,emptiness 
  • and almost like he’s craved it for years his hand comes up to touch your face,,,,,
  • you can see that it’s burning him,,,you can feel the offset of heat and the small smoke coming from the contact of his hand against yours
  • but he doesn’t seem to feel it,,,or he’s fighting off the pain because,,,,,
  • he lets his hand come down all the way to your chin and being up close like this
  • you can see the dark tattoos,,,the rings of black drawn on his fingers,,, the scars across his chest
  • the crown of diamond and onyx right there in front of you
  • and yoongi is still being burnt but its like something has frozen him and he whispers,,,,,,,
  • “it’s been so long,,,,since ive touched something pure,,,,,”
  • and with that he lets go,,,,,the part of his hand that touched you is burnt - to the point that you can see skin peeling and you want to say something but he turns his back and walks away
  • and you see the wings,,,settled on his skin,,,,,,the servants dashing over to ask what happened to his hand only to have them pushed aside as yoongi leaves the room
  • and you touch the spot of your face,,,the skin still warm,,,,,and your heart clenched tight because you were right
  • there is something,,,so empty,,,,inside of him
  • and is it wrong that you,,,,,,,kind of in this moment,,,,,,want to help him fill it?,,,,,,,,,

An oral essay written by myself and read by @mistress-light. It details the history of the Astral War and the Starscourge, how it all developed and how it came to be set right.


Titan, the Archaean, steadfast as stone
Ramuh, the Fulgurian, sharp as lightning
Shiva, the Glacian, gentle as snow
Leviathan, the Hydraean, relentless as tides
Bahamut, the Draconian, unbending as iron
Ifrit, the Infernian, fickle as fire
Since time immemorial, they have watched over Eos.

Though the Astrals are seemingly immortal and were revered as Gods in the days of the Cosmogony, they are hardly omnipotent or omniscient. The means available to them are limited, and though they were able to bestow great power to some chosen people, that does not mean they had endless power for themselves. In truth, through the course of the game, we find at minimum four of the Hexatheon to have sacrificed all for the King of Light.

Titan, the Archaean, steadfast as stone.

When Ifrit the Usurper called forth the meteor in an attempt to destroy Eos, it was Titan who saved the planet. In doing so, he became trapped under the meteor, and there he remained for over 2000 years. Though viewed as a God, he was unable to break free, and not even the other Astrals had any means to help him.

In the time of the game, Lunafreya awakens the slumbering Titan first. Once she forges the covenant, Titan calls to Noctis the Chosen King, to receive his power. This is a power that must be earned by proving to be as steadfast as the Archaean himself.

When Noctis withstands the onslaught and defeats Titan, there is an explosion of energy caused by the Archaean’s death. The large mass of the meteor that Titan bore for 2000 years is destroyed, Titan falls, and his astral energy, his very soul, falls to the Chosen King to aid him in ridding the world of the Starscourge.

Ramuh, the Fulgurian, sharp as lightning. 

Unfortunately, we know nothing of Ramuh’s role in the Astral War, nor of his sacrifices. He represents wisdom, and his Revelation involves seeking knowledge, no matter the dangers.

Because his physical body does not need to be destroyed in his trials, it is most likely that he died during the Astral War 2000 years ago, along with Ifrit. However, his role is sadly undeveloped in both game and text, and thus unknown.

 Shiva, the Glacian, gentle as snow.

 She is the opposite of Ifrit in nearly every way. She loves mankind and is the only one of the Astrals to ever live among the people.

Aboard the train from Cartanica, we begin to learn much of the Glacian’s fate.

The year after Niflheim invaded Tenebrae, Shiva forges a Covenant with the young and not-yet-ordained Lunafreya, and launches an attack on the Empire. With weapons in development to seal the power of the Crystal, the Empire is able to kill her, and her physical body remains where she fell, turning scorching deserts into a frozen wasteland.

But as with the others of her kind, the death of her physical body does not spell the end of her. Onboard the train to the capital of the Empire, the Divine Messenger Gentiana reveals herself to be the Astral Shiva. She tells Noctis of the covenant she forged with Lunafreya and gifts him with the Trident of the Oracle and with her power.

 Leviathan, the Hydraean, relentless as tides

Goddess of the Seas, Leviathan has a personality befitting of the ocean. She can be seen as cruel, but she will lend her aid, so long as it is earned. Though she says harsh things to Lunafreya, though she threatens the end of humanity, so long as someone is willing to risk their life for her aid, she is willing to give hers to them.

And that is what happens in Altissia.

Lunafreya stands strong in her faith, and so Leviathan puts Noctis to the test. Ast a two-front battle against the Hydraean and the Empire is fought, it takes the magic of the Oracle and the full strength of the Lucii to defeat her. When she falls, Lunafreya summons the Archaean now slumbering within Noctis to form a breakwater to protect the city at their back from the tidal wave released by her death.

Bahamut, the Draconian, unbending as iron.
Ifrit, the Infernian, fickle as fire.

2000 years past, Ifrit the Usurper turned on the Astrals, and it was with the Dragon King Bahamut that he clashed the most. Because of this, it is difficult to talk about one without speaking of the other. Their fates are intertwined and have directly shaped Eos as we know it.

While Leviathan held humanity in contempt, she still sacrificed her life to aid them. Ifrit, however, sought to destroy humanity. And though Titan saved the planet from being obliterated by the meteor he called down, the Astrals were unable to do anything about what happened next.

Brought to Eos by the meteor was a parasitic organism which became known as the Starscourge.

And still the war raged on, the mighty nation of Solheim in ruins; people and animals becoming infected by this parasite and transforming into cruel monsters - ‘daemons’ - which fear the light and kill indiscriminately.

It is atop the volcano Ravatogh that Bahamut kills Ifrit, at last putting an end to the war which ravaged the planet and left a dwindling population struggling to survive. Without divine intervention, humanity would surely become extinct. But the Astrals are not all-powerful, and they are unable to easily fix the problems their war caused. However, difficult does not mean impossible, and with the aid of some of humanity’s most powerful, they forge a plan.

In Tenebrae was a family line gifted with the ability to commune with the Astrals. From that family, Bahamut chose a pious maiden and gifted her with his own Trident and gave her great magics. Thus is born the line of the Oracle, whose women can heal the Starscourge with their light.

From the planet came the Crystal, which Bahamut gifted to a royal and warrior family, along with a ring to control the powerful energies.

With it seen to that humanity would be able to survive until enough power had been gathered to erase the Starscourge, Bahamut sacrifices himself to slumber within the Crystal itself, adding to and monitoring its power.

There are two in line to inherit the Ring of the Lucii in its earliest days, though the specifics of relations are yet unclear. Of these two, it is Izunia who ascends as King, and it is his kin that form the Lucis Caelum lineage which ends with Noctis.

The other is Ardyn Lucis Caelum, erased from the history books by Izunia. Ardyn was in possession of a magic no one else had. His allowed him to absorb the Starscourge, taking it within himself in the process of healing others. He was revered much as the Oracle was, but the nature of his magic tainted him. Mad with jealousy that the Crystal would not recognize his achievements and call him the King of Light, he turned against humanity. For 2000 years, he cultivated the Starscourge and his own magics, fashioning himself into a god with the sole intent to destroy the Crystal’s Chosen King as revenge.

Against the Starscourge and the Accursed, the Oracle and the Lucii stand as humanity’s sole hope for survival. The Oracle fights against the spreading of the Starscourge, forming safe havens and cleansing with her magic. The Lucii have a much more complicated role to play.

The Ring of the Lucii does more than simply allow its bearer to wield the magics of the Crystal. The path runs both ways, draining those who use it of their life. With each life that wore the ring, the Crystal gained magic, building up its energy until reaching a point where the Starscourge and the Immortal Accursed could be cleansed entirely.

To King Regis Lucis Caelum, the Crystal reveals that his then-5-year-old son, Prince Noctis, would be the final life it needed to cleanse the world. It is not a pleasant fate which awaits him, but it is not much different from what he already had to do. Giving his life force to the Crystal was always in his destiny. To be the final one was chance, and that he suffered so much on the path was due to the machinations of the jealous Ardyn.

In defiance of all of his suffering, Noctis never strays from his path, no matter how painful it gets. Upon reaching the Crystal, he is absorbed within and meets with the Draconian. It is in the heart of the Crystal that we learn how much more there is to the Ring of the Lucii. Over ten years’ time, the Crystal feeds its energy into the Ring, and thusly into Noctis, and he emerges as the true King of Light.

With the power of five of the Six Astrals, the Crystal, and all of the past Kings of Lucis, Noctis is able to kill Ardyn. Then, seated upon the throne and beneath the Crystal, Noctis calls forth the past Kings and takes all of their souls and glaives within him before dying, bringing all of these magics into the Crystal. It is there that he guarantees the death of the Immortal, who was never allowed to ascend within the Crystal, never allowed to dwell among the soul of the star. And it is there that all of the power accumulated over 2000 years is released, cleansing Eos of the Starscourge and bringing the return of the Dawn.


Information can be confirmed both within the game itself and through the Ultimania guide. 

In-game information was gathered through radio clips, newspapers, loading screens, and Cosmogony entries. 

Some translations of the Ultimania are available to read on Tumblr with thanks and credits to users @superespresso and thetwilightmexican.

[Timeline of Lucis/Niflheim Conflict]
[Oracle/Ring/Crystal/Wall/Old Wall/Messengers]
[Director Commentary on Ardyn’s motivations]
[Armiger and Cosmogony]
[History of Eos Timeline]

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A monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.
To the person who asked about Allura’s staff

(sorry, I lost you in the notes and I’m too lazy to scroll all the way back through again lol @ tag yourself)

It’s harder to get meaningful stuff from Allura’s staff since

a) we don’t see her with it much, and
b) as far as I know it’s a regular staff, not a bayard (she doesn’t choose its form)

but off the top of my head I’d say that like Allura, the staff is:

Telescoping: like Allura, the staff can change its size/appearance.
Peaceful: though it can be used for defense, it’s not an aggressive weapon (it’s much more difficult to kill with a staff compared to a blade or gun; it’s mostly a tool to defend or incapacitate). This belies Allura’s claim that Alteans are a diplomatic, peaceful people (though it also brings to mind the saying walk softly but carry a big stick, which Allura definitely embodies).

A staff also evokes the image of a shepherd, which is fitting for Allura both as a royal leader and as someone who guides the paladins through their journey to complete and control voltron. If you take that metaphor even further, shepherds are often seen as messiah figures in literature, in which case Allura appearing from another world (even seemingly rising from the dead) in a time of strife to rescue people from death and instead grant them salvation is very inline with that (even more so if Allura ends up dying to protect everyone else; ‘returning to her father’ in a sense). Her communication with and guidance by her father (who isn’t in this world) backs that up, as well.

I mean, the girl’s name literally means “divine messenger”, so…

Sorry, I haven’t thought about this one much since she mostly only has the staff at the end lol but I hope it’s interesting anyway.

Withered

Ok here we go guys. Back on the requests. This is for the two Anons who requested Ardyn x Gentiana.

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She was soft. Her skin tasted like human, shivered under his touch like human, her breath even warm like a human, the ice goddess inside a human vessel. It was always bittersweet, when she gave herself to him, almost as an act of mercy. A demon rejected by the gods, allowed the occasional alms from the benignant deity.

Yet he always accepted the charity. In some twisted way, he counted it as a minor personal victory. As long as the tainted one was allowed to lay his hands on the goddess, he couldn’t be completely forsaken. It didn’t matter if the Draconian was aware of the encounters – the Glacian, in her fondness for mankind, bestowed the mortals her tender pity, and by sharing her own mortal reincarnation, extended it to him. He was somewhere in between: not a mortal, not quite a god.

“To Niflheim…”

She spoke softly, hiding her gentle gaze from him.

He thought back on the first time he saw those eyes, how his heart had stood still, how the stars had paled in comparison with that ethereal glimmer.

“Outside the walls of the very Empire whose technology you seek to resurrect.”

A solemn smile spread across his lips. She remembered.

He didn’t need to explain his intentions to her anymore; she knew the prophesy, she was familiar with the past, the present and the future. She could read him like an open book. But to him, she remained forever a mystery.

“Does this mean you must withdraw your patronage?”

Still enjoying the occasional stab at the gods, he wouldn’t pass a chance to test their cavalier nature. Her lids parted slowly, revealing the soft olive green, staring straight into his tainted soul. Behind that youthful glow, an ancient divinity calmly sleeping.

“The Messenger shall stay by the Oracle, the devotion is unwavering. The forsaken King is no longer favoured.”

Those words still hurt, after all this unending time, particularly coming from her. A silent rage boiled under his stoic exterior, merely manifesting as a slight tightening of his lips.

“You wound me.”

The images wouldn’t clear from his mind. The way she seduced him with her soft smile, the way she offered a momentary sanctuary in her arms, wrapping her slender body around him, taking in all his frustration, his anger, his sorrow as he penetrated her with his passion and fury…

“I still cherish the time you walked beside me in broad daylight.”

She smiled, but her lips stayed sealed. Was she mocking him? Was she enjoying his torment? Perhaps this was the entertainment for the gods, to amuse herself by revelling in this one immortal’s misery.

“So cold… but what else could I expect from you,” he smirked, his gaze traveling down her frame before falling to the ground. He sighed deep as she approached him, floating across the room without a sound.

“To expect your blessing would be naïve. It was never mine to keep, only to borrow.”

Her hand touched upon his cheek, sending a little chill down his spine. She never chose to show her full power to him, it was always intentionally kept at bay, like a lioness gently playing with her cub. Did she feel a similar magnetism when her skin touched his? Could she feel at all, or was it only an act… he wondered, now.

Her eyes adorned with a hint of the otherworldly red glow, she looked at him with a calm expression, bringing her lips close to his.

“The Astral may forgive and show mercy, but may not condone the creation of more lost souls. Walk steady, on the path ahead. The destiny of many may yet be changed.”

With her lips merely brushing on his, he closed his eyes only for a moment, but she was already gone when his arms reached for her waist, to pull her closer.

The room was more silent than it had ever been, the walls feeling miles apart. A sharp, cool breeze passed through from east to west, and he knew she had departed his realm. A delicate flower could not bloom in the snow.

He remained still for a good while, before picking up his hat and pressing it on his dark mauve mane. Letting go of her should not have felt so caustic…  After all, it was not alien to him, the solitude. The desolation of forever.

“SEE LUNA SAFE TO ALTISSIA” - part 2

Pair: Nyx Ulric / Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Words: 2896

Plot: Luna and Nyx didn’t fell in the Empire’s trap, Nyx didn’t had to use the ring and he survived. What would have happened if Nyx really had the chance to ‘see Luna safe to Altissia’, like he promised to Regis? Here the part 2: Nyx and Luna start their journey and arrive in Hammerhead.

Personal Comment: It starts getting more painful to write, but thank heaven I have loveiscosmicsin to help me out with my english <3 So here we are, Nyx and Luna start chatting a bit more, there’s sass (because sassy Nyx is damn hot ok) and some new characters, like Gentiana and Takka (let’s credit a bit more these characters lol). I took the chance to explain some things that Tabata never mentioned like: where the hell did Luna change her outfit? How did Luna travelled around Eos in shorter time than Noctis? (coming soon answers: where is the Luna’s necklace coming from? When how and why Luna went back to Tenabrae before going to Altissia? What about her health situation? etc etc)

The start of lunyx relationship will be slow, I want it to be natural, so no wonder if they still don’t act like lovers. Let’s make them go deep in the knowledge of each other, in the caring of each other, let’s make them growing in affection, friendship, respect, and sense of duty, etc etc before throwing them in an angsty romance xD Also, I hope I’ll treat Noctis right in this because he suffered enough in the canon already. Stay tuned, babes, updates are coming <3 be patient <3

The road was empty and the atmosphere was calm. Daylight started to spark in the distance as the sun came out. The dawn didn’t care about how many people died that night. The dawn didn’t care about Insomnia being lost.

“Don’t look at me as I change my clothes, understand?” Luna said, moving a bit in the backseat of the Tenebraen black car. Instinctively, Nyx glanced at the rearview mirror. “I said, don’t look!”

Nyx forced himself to keep his eyes straight on the road ahead and smiled sheeplishly, “Wasn’t that reverse psychology?”

She giggled a bit, even though she clearly was very tired: “No, it was not. Sir Ulric, please.” It’s that ‘please’ again. By the Stars, that girl knew how to manipulate him.

“All right, all right! Sorry. You know, I’m not really a maniac. It’s just very hard for me to follow orders. I instinctively do the opposite.”

“Oh, is that so? Then, please, Nyx Ulric, watch me taking my clothes off!” Nyx smiled widely, keeping his eyes on the road this time.

“You know, inverse psychology’s really working out for me.”

Luna took five minutes to change her tattered outfit with a clean one. This one was pretty cute and also a bit more comfortable.

“I knew that leaving a clothes changing in the car was a good idea.” She commented, adjusting a pin with the crest of Tenabrae on her white lace. She found a black band somewhere in the baggage and she decided to put it on her arm to remind her of the tragedies that took place last night. “Nyx Ulric?”

“You can stick to just Nyx.”

She tried again, uncertainty encircled one syllable. “Nyx?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry that I dragged you in all this. You surely left family and friends in Insomnia. You would have preferred to stay with them, right?” Nyx bit his own lip.

“I’ll catch up with Libertus again someday, I’m sure he didn’t die. He may not be the brightest tool in the shed, but he can take care of himself.”

“That’s it? Libertus is all you have left in Insomnia?”

“Yeah, no family, remember?”

“Right, you told me about your little sister. So, no father, no mother?”

“They both died years ago, too.”

“No wife? Or girlfriend?” Luna’s tone changed when the Glaive grimaced. “Er, a lover?” Those are probabilities.

Nyx smiled. “Getting personal already, princess?”

“Oh sorry… I didn’t mean to be unprofessional, I was just…”

“Nah, it’s fine. Actually there’s nothing to tell about it. No wife. No girl. Life at the Kingsglaive department is pretty similar to a losers’ one.”

After the initial embarrassment for neglecting her manners, Luna relaxed a bit. “Don’t say that.” She smiled.

“What I mean is… It may sound weird but …” He stopped for a moment, looking for the best words to express his thinking. “If I got it right, by carrying that ring, you’re carrying the future of the world in your hands, princess. I’d be honored if I can support you even without my magic. If I can have a small part in all this then… I’m glad that I’m the one you dragged in with you.” He scratched his nose and added, “Also, King Regis asked me first, not you. I’m here because he told me to and I will do anything to pursue one man’s last wish.”

Luna stretched out a bit because she wanted to see his eyes. She wanted to make sure he wasn’t deceiving her. He had no reason to lie, but she needed the assurance. When she saw them in the rearview mirror, she sighed her relief, “You really are a hero, Sir Ulric.”

“Nyx.” He corrected her again.

“Nyx.” She smiled. “We will see the ring to Noctis. The future of all will be safe, I promise.” Nyx seriously nodded.

Suddenly, Luna winced and wide opened her eyes: “Nyx, watch out!” she screamed making him pushing on the brake. He lost control of the car for a moment and when he was able to use the wheel again he was out of the road already.

“What the hell, princess?” he shouted back, turning to see her getting out of the car as fast as possible: “Hey, what happened? Are you okay?” He followed her out, under the light of the lighting sun. Luna was stepping ahead to meet two beautiful dogs, one white and the other one black. She immediately kneeled down in front of them, making clear her intent. Nyx opened his mouth and his arms, in an hilarious expression of disbelief. “Dogs? We almost crashed the car and got ourselves killed because you wanted to pet some dogs?”

“They’re very special dogs. The white one is Pryna, the other is Umbra.”

“Oh, special dogs. This explains everything!” He quipped sarcastically, rolling eyes.

“Umbra has a message from Noctis.”

Nyx stopped, suddenly curious. “You mean … The prince?” He got closer, watching Luna as she took a red notebook from Umbra’s collar and brought the cover to her forehead. She seemed so happy to have that object back, treating it like a priceless relic. “You do this… often? These dogs just carry back messages you send each other?” Even if Nyx wanted to take it seriously, there was incredulity in his voice.

“It’s the only way Noctis and I could stay in touch. We did so in the last twelve years.”

“Twelve years?” He blurted out. This time he was totally shocked. “You two couldn’t talk in person for twelve years? I thought that…” Luna lifted her eyes, watching him with a strange expression which was a mix between sorrow, anger, and expectation. In the end, Nyx lost the words he really wanted to say and all he said out was something lame, “Sorry, I thought the marriage was something the two of you had a say in.”

Luna was about to reply something back when a woman appeared in front of them. She had long black hair, her eyes were closed, her outfit black as well. Even though a mysterious aura surrounded her pretty figure, Luna seemed to recognize her well. The Oracle simply rose to her feet and showed her the Ring of the Lucii she was carrying in the palm of her hand, like she was showing a long-yearned memento.

The mysterious lady nodded, silently continuing a conversation she and Luna probably had before: “The time has come and the Oracle’s fate sealed. The One is waiting for you to fulfill your duty.”

“I know and I will.”

“Much I can expect from you. The Six will adhere to the strength and purity of your heart. Awaken them from their dreamless stupor. Pave the way so the King of Kings may reclaim his throne and defeat the darkness once and for all.”

“That I will.” The woman suddenly opened her eyes, like she heard her name be called in the distance. She looked ahead but she wasn’t really looking, a faraway look in her emerald eyes, but gravity of their expression was heavy in her gaze.

“Is she blind?” Nyx asked in a whisper at Luna’s ear. He must had got closer in the meantime and since he didn’t understand a thing about the subject of their conversation, he was pretty determined to learn more with a sequence of irreverent questions.

“No, she’s not.”

“So she talks in her sleep?” The situation was too serious for her to start laughing. Luna really had to struggle to keep her self-control.

“The wolf will never take his eyes off the moon so fate could not have found a better loyal guardian than he.” The dark-haired woman casually added, before closing her eyes again and turn away. Lunafreya watched her go with a certain apprehension this time. She glanced at Nyx, put at unease by something said by the mysterious lady. Nyx returned the stare, even more curious now.

Luna couldn’t avoid an explanation this time. “She’s Gentiana and she is known by few people as a divine messenger. In reality, she’s one of the Six.” Nyx wide opened his mouth.

“I just stood in front of a goddess?” Luna nodded.

Nyx couldn’t believe it. He really had a lot of questions like. The Six really existed? Why were they sleeping and why that Gentiana was awake already? Lunafreya really had the ability of speaking with the Six? What were they talking about? How was he supposed to protect a woman which was exposed to such supernatural events he never dealt up with before? Suddenly he understood the real weight of what they were going to do and this made him thoughtful. When he couldn’t bare the stressful feeling of powerlessness anymore, he said, “This may be the right time to discuss the details of our mission, princess.”

Back again on the road, Luna took a little nap before they arrived in Hammerhead. She was exhausted after all what happened, so she couldn’t resist. Nyx kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror, watching over her like he was fearing some supernatural force could hurt her somehow out of a sudden. After their meeting with Gentiana, Luna explained him what they were going to do now: no going to Altissia to have a ball at her wedding, no, something far more dangerous. They were going to look for the divinity in their world, wake them up from their sleep so they would ‘probably’ helped the Chosen King Noctis Lucis Caelum to succeed in his duty. Easier said than done, but all this would actually have required time. The Astrals were tempermental beings and don’t bestow their blessings to humans easily. To make matters worse, the Empire was tracking them down. And they were alone against it. Nyx didn’t know if he was able to see the princess safe to Altissia like he promised to King Regis. Back at that time, he still had his magic. Now without supernatural powers, would he be able to protect Luna from supernatural dangers? He glanced at her once more. She was sleeping in the backseat of the car, looking like a golden angel. She seemed so vulnerable now. He knew she actually wasn’t (he remembered too well about her courage - or better said, unconsciously) but still in that very moment, she was. And he felt like he was ready to give his life to safeguard her graceful and strong fragility.

He finally saw a colorful sign, which reported Hammerhead location. He thought about going straight ahead, without any break, but honestly he was tired too and this place looked safe enough to offer them a bit of rest. He pulled over and parked the car as far as he can from the restaurant and the famous garage.

“Princess?” He gently moved her arm, rousing her awake. “We’re at Hammerhead.” She slowly opened her eyes, looking around like she had forgotten the basis of talking in that very moment.

“Hammerhead?”

“Yeah. You should get a proper bed for that beauty rest, don’t you think?”

“Is it safe?”

Nyx looked out of the window. “There’s not a huge crowd. You can stay in the car while I go exploring the area a bit, anyway. I can also buy some food if you want and over there we can rent a caravan.” She didn’t answer so Nyx turned to look at her. “You can relax. The caravan’s for you. I’ll sleep in the car.“

“No, this was not what I was thinking, it’s…” Yes, it was. This was exactly what she was thinking. She never shared her bedchambers with a man before.

Nyx decided to ignore her embarrassment and continued: “I only have few gil, but I’ll score some favors to earn more, I suppose. Stay here, I’ll do a perimeter search.” Nyx wasn’t comfortable with leaving her in the car but he didn’t have a choice. He took directly the restaurant direction, avoiding every possible stare. Surely his dilapidated kingsglaive outfit was drawing enough attention to him already, even without his jacket on. The guy on the counter introduced himself as Takka and highly recommended him the menu of the day. Nyx decided to follow his advice and spent all the few gil he had in his leather pants’ pockets for it.

“To go, thank you,” he specified and then waved at him to come closer. “Listen, I have a very special girl waiting for me in the car and I’d like to offer a proper bed for her to rest. Do you have a job which will allow me to pay for it?”

Takka took a long second to answer, in which he probably wondered what ‘special girl’ could mean. Nyx had specifically chosen that definition, leaving it up to free interpretation. If he was lucky enough, Takka would have assume his secret date was waiting for him, so he wouldn’t have asked any more information.

“Well, uh… Yeah, I could pay you 1500 gilif you kill off some nasty monsters around this area. They’re called Reapertails. You sure you’re up to the task?” Nyx smiled smugly.

“Reapertails? Really? For something so simple I won’t even need magic.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s fine. Consider the job it done.”

“I like your enthusiasm, son, but honestly, it will be dark in two hours. You shouldn’t stay out at night. Nobody shouldn’t.”

“So, I guess I will complete my mission… in two hours?”

Takka seemed to panic a bit.“You’re crazy. No, no. Okay, listen. You said you need a bed for your girl, right?”

“That’s not what I said, but whatever. What’s the point?”

“I’ll give you the caravan for tonight. You’ll pay me tomorrow.” He held up a hand, enunciating sternly of the condition that followed with the charity, “After you’ll finish the job.”

“And who guarantees you that tomorrow I’ll actually pay you?”

“You seem to be a man of honor, that’s the guarantee. Talking about trust here so don’t let me down. Anyway, I’d prefer to lose gil for an unpaid debt than to lose another human life to the daemons. I know the feeling, son. Please, don’t go out in the dark. So, here the keys for your girl.” Nyx took the keys Takka gave him and was about to thank him when Takka added: “So, do you know what happened to Insomnia?”

Nyx swallowed hard. “No, do you?”

“Nah, the communications have been interrupted, I’m still waiting for some news. Prince Noctis was here yesterday, but he seemed just having fun with his friends, he really didn’t look worried at all, I don’t know…”

Nyx was surprised by that.“Prince Noctis was here?”

“I shouldn’t have told ya, sorry…” Nyx wanted to ask more, to learn more, mostly because of curiosity, but even though Takka seemed pretty naive, he didn’t want to make him suspicious anyway.

“Well, well, royalty mingling with the commonfolk! Isn’t that nice? Maybe his princess is here somewhere too,” He kept his tone light-heartedlike a common citizen talking to his barman. “Whatever, who cares about royalty?” Okay, that last one was a bit exagerated, better to cut it off now. “Have a good night, Takka, and thanks. Tomorrow, I’ll bring you the Reapertails stingers.”

After that, Nyx ran to the car, tapping on the window and Luna quickly lowered it to talk with him. Nyx leaned in.

“Okay, princess. This is your meal, I bet you’re starving” He said as he handed her a very welcomed boxed lunch. “And these…” he added, showing her the keys with a smugly pride, “are for the caravan. So you can stretch your feet and make yourself comfortable while I’m on guard duty.”

“That’s surprising! How did you do it?”

Nyx smiled her.“You said that once: not all miracles are made by magic. I guess I made a good first impression. Also, I promised to take care of one job tomorrow. I’ll try to fit it into the schedule, don’t worry.”

Luna cautiously got out of the vehicle, she didn’t want people to see her now.

“Are you going to sleep in the car? Really?”

“What’s the alternative? Are you going to invite me in? Don’t worry, princess. This car is far better than the appartment I used to live in Insomnia.”

Luna smiled delicately, keeping the boxed lunch and keys close to her like they were special gifts. She should have say goodnight now, but she foolishly chose to prolong the moment somehow.

“Thank you so much, Nyx Ulric…” The Oracle shook her head, ridding herself of the habit.“Nyx.” The Glaive raised his eyebrows slightly, noting that she seemed to actually enjoy saying his name even when she had his full attention. “All this would have been very trying without you.”

Nyx bit his lower lip, suffocating a smile instead of correcting her. He always felt sort of uncomfortable when people used thank him. This time was nice though.

“That’s good to hear. Go to bed now and have some rest.” They glanced at each other for a very short moment and then Luna stepped away, headed to the caravan. She didn’t turn back as she entered.

Nyx watched her go, keeping his hands on his hips.

He chose not to tell her about Prince Noctis being there in Hammerhead just the day before and - as he sighed deeply - he started to wonder why.

The Mysteries of Krishna

In the ancient scriptures of the mysteries one can read of greater or lesser light bearers who appeared in the world. These light bearers came at just the right time and in circumstances completely in accordance with humanity’s state of consciousness, to extend a saving hand to humanity—whose divine consciousness had become wholly darkened—in order to protect it from even further decline.

One of the greatest of these divine messengers of the light was undoubtedly Sri Krishna. It has been established that he lived about five thousand years ago and that his glorious and imperishable revelation must have taken place at about that time.

When we study the story of his life in the countless books and legends about him, it becomes clear that he was the greatest of the Hindu teachers and the peer of any of the great teachers this world has ever known. Everything we read about him strikes us as very familiar, probably because the whole life story of this savior of five thousand years ago corresponds to that of Jesus.

The similarities are so striking that the mysteries of Krishna provide us with overwhelming proof of a Universal Doctrine that has but one language, and of the perfectly attuned tasks of all the truly great teachers. In this connection, we may rightly speak of a Universal Doctrine, a doctrine neither old nor new, but one that has always existed, as Jesus said: “…the same yesterday and today.” The limitations of all Christian theology are clearly revealed when we compare its concept of Christ with the truth regarding the Universal Christ-intervention.

The words spoken by Jesus to his disciples: “Before Abraham was, I am,” are explicitly confirmed when we study the life of Krishna. The Krishna of five thousand years ago and the Jesus of approximately two thousand years ago are—as divine manifestations—one and the same.

It is said that Krishna, like Jesus, was born of a virgin. He was born in a cave or stable, and his birth, just like that of Jesus, was announced by a star. Krishna’s birth was also followed by a slaughter of infants, intended to remove him from the face of the earth, and he too accomplished miraculous healings. He shed his blood for humanity and, like Jesus, is depicted hanging on a cross. He also descended into hell, rose again from the dead, and ascended into heaven. Both names—Krishna and Christ—have the same meaning. Christ was called the Good Shepherd; Krishna, the Shepherd. Krishna was also tempted by Satan and, like Jesus, he experienced transfiguration. He too preached a sermon on the mount and played an important role in miraculous catches of fish. Just as Jesus received the homage of Mary Magdalen, a harlot, so we read of a similar case in regard to Krishna.

In fact, so many comparisons can be drawn that any suggestion that the similarity is purely coincidental can be dismissed as absurd. The superficial view that the gospels were borrowed from ancient writings must also be rejected definitely by anyone who has the slightest knowledge of esoteric matters.

Only one conclusion is actually possible, that throughout the ages just one immutable message has been transmitted to humankind. This one unchangeable message of light can only change in color and form, in concept and vibration, when fallen humanity, though in good faith, is unable to penetrate to the correct understanding of it and nevertheless wants to take up this message of light and pass it on to others.

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hermes || god of transitions & boundaries, king of thieves, protector of travelers, trickster. 

“He is quick and cunning, and moved freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine, as emissary and messenger of the gods, intercessor between mortals and the divine, and conductor of souls into the afterlife. He is the protector and patron of travelers, herdsmen, thieves, orators and wit, literature and poets, athletics and sports, invention and trade. In some myths, he is a trickster, and outwits other gods for his own satisfaction or the sake of humankind.”

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Hey do you know how come that in japanese folk art/stories there isn't a lot about wolves? Always dragons and foxes. Do you know some myths/legends with wolves?😮

omg I am so freaking happy you asked me about Japanese folklore, it is a big interest of mine!

I noticed this as well when I first got interested in Japanese folklore- so why?

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day 4: gods/goddesses of travel  >> HERMES (greek)

Hermes is a god of transitions and boundaries. He is quick and cunning, and moves freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine, as emissary and messenger of the gods, intercessor between mortals and the divine, and conductor of souls into the afterlife. He is protector and patron of travelers, herdsmen, thieves, orators and wit, literature and poets, athletics and sports, invention and trade. In some myths he is a trickster, and outwits other gods for his own satisfaction or the sake of humankind.

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I have major questions about this though, this is obviously taking place after Tenebrea and (Maria? Marie?) The old lady that worked for the Flueret family said Pryna had passed with Luna. So is Prompto just seeing a vision of her? Did they forget and put her in his DLC? I have questions.

I personally and strongly believe that Pryna is spiritually guiding Prompto at this part, since she is dead. But these are no ordinary dogs, they are divine messengers. Luna deeply loves and cares for Noctis, but also for his closest companions. We learned from the train scene with Noctis, that even in death she still guides him and also Prompto. I don’t think they forgot ;)   

THOTH

Quoted from: “The Oxford Encyclopedia of Ancient Egypt”, Oxford University Press, 2001 (by Denise M.Doxey)

A deity with a wide range of associations, including nature, cosmology, writing, science, Medicine, and the afterlife, Thoth (Eg. Djehuty) was worshiped throughout Egypt from the Early Dynastic period through Roman times. The meaning of his name is obscure. Because Thoth was the divine messenger, the Greeks associated him with Hermes, calling him Hermes Trismegistos (“thrice great Hermes"), a title probably derived from his Egyptian epithet p3 ‘3 ‘3 ‘3.
Thoth takes two major iconographic forms. As a squatting dog-headed baboon, he appears in figurines as early as the first dynasty (c.3050-2850 BCE). Early Dynastic slate palettes show ibises on standards, an image clearly associated with Thoth by the Old Kingdom. In later periods, he is frequently depicted as an ibis or ibis-headed human, often carrying the palette and pen of a scribe. His headdresses include the crescent moon and disk, the atef crown, and the crowns of Upper and Lower Egypt. In both baboon and ibis forms, Thoth is portrayed overseeing and protecting scribes. In scenes from temples, he and Horus anoint the king with water. They also pour libations over the deceased on cartonnage coffins of the Third Intermediate Period. In scenes of divine judgment, such as the vignettes accompanying chapter 125 of the Book of Going Forth by Day (Book of the Dead), Thoth records and announces the verdict, typically appearing as an ibis-headed man, and sometimes as a baboon seated atop the scales of justice.
As a moon god, Thoth regulated the seasons and lunar phases and counted the stars. Hence, he was associated with astronomy, mathematics, and accounting. As the god of scribes and writing, Thoth, the “lord of the sacred word”, personified divine speech. Seshat, the goddess of writing and literature, was said to be either his wife or daughter. By the Middle Kingdom Thoth, as a god of wisdom and justice, was connected with Maat, the personification of rightness and world order. The Greeks viewed him as the source of all widow and the creator of languages.
At Hermopolis, Thoth was worshipped as a cosmogenic deity, believed to have risen on a mound from the primeval chaos to create the Ogdoad consisting of Nun, Naunet, Heh, Hehet, Kek, Keket, Amun, and Amaunet, coordinated male and female couplets representing various forces of nature. In solar religion, Thoth and Maat navigated the bark of Re. Some sources refer to him as the son of Re. The Book of Going Forth by Day describes him as returning Re’s eye, which had wandered away. According to Plutarch, after Re had forbidden Nut from giving birth during any month of the year, Thoth tricked the moon goddess Selene into giving him some of her light, which he used to create the five epagomenal days, on which Nut gave birth to the great Ennead. Texts from the Ptolemaic temples of Edfu and Dendera credit Thoth with traveling to Nubia on behalf of Re to pacify the raging Tefnut and persuade her to return to Egypt.
Textual evidence for Thoth and his cult is found throughout Egyptian history. The Pyramid Texts portray him as the advocate and protector of the deceased king, destoying his enemies and carrying him across the river if the ferryman refuses. The dead king may be transformed into a bird with the wings of Thoth. Thoth introduces the king to Re. He also appears as a lunar god, the nightly manifestation of Re, and as a god of thunder and rain. By the Old Kingdom, the festival of Thoth is regularly mentioned in funerary offering formulas. In the Middle Kingdom, the Coffin Texts associate Thoth with divine justice, claiming that his verdict can satisfy both Horus and Seth. The Book of Two Ways refers to the deceased as stars, which reside in the sky beside Thoth. Middle Kingdom instructions and tales regularly use Thoth as a metaphor for justice, and in funerary autobiographies, officials demonstrate their impartiality by claiming to be “truly precise like Thoth.”  In the New Kingdom, Thoth figures prominently in the Book of Going Forth by Day, of which he is said to be the author. He acts on behalf of the deceased before a series of divine tribunals; just as he had done for Osiris. He also conducts the interrogation, records the results of weighing the heart against maat, and announces the verdict. Hymns and prayers to Thoth, focusing on his role as patron of scribes, were used as school texts (as in Papyrus Anastasi V) and appear on statues of scribes. New Kingdom didactic literature, such as the Instructions of Amenemope, refers to Thoth as a symbol of justice. The Book of Thoth, believed to contain all knowledge of laws, magic, nature and the afterlife, figures prominently in the Ptolemaic stories of Neferkaptah and Setna-Khaemwaset, both of whom seek to appropriate the book’s information, only to suffer unforeseen consequences.
Thoth plays the role of aide and mediator in the Osiris legend. He assists Horus and Anubis in reconstructing the body of Osiris and teaches Isis the spells necessary to revive him. In one version, he heals the infant Horus after Isis finds him dead of a scorpion bite. He is a staunch advocate of Horus in his battle against Seth, finding and restoring Horus’s eye after Seth casts it away. He replaces the head of Isis after Horus cuts it off in a rage, and after Seth has eaten lettuce containing Horus’s semen. Thoth invokes the semen to appear as a sun disk from the head of Seth. Finally, he helps to bring the proceedings to a conclusion by suggesting that the Ennead contact Osiris for his opinion.
The principal cult center of Thoth was at Hermopolis, ancient Egyptian Khemenu near the modem town of el-Ashmunein. This was the site of a major New Kingdom temple, at which Amehotep III claims to have dedicated a pair of thirty-ton quartzite baboons. The biography of the fourth-century BCE high priest of Thoth, Petosiris, from his tomb at Tuna el-Gebel, recounts his renovation of the temple, said to house the egg from which Thoth had hatched, following the Persian invasion. Tuna el-Gebel was also the site of a massive fifth-century BCE cemetery of sacrificed baboons and ibises, as well as a sacred lake around which the ibises lived. Saqqara was home to a similar cemetery at which more than five hundred thousand ibises and baboons were buried in subterranean passageways; it was also the site of an oracle of Hermes Trismegistos. The Ogdoad of Hermopolis, headed by Thoth, was worshipped at Thebes because of its association with Amun. Sanctuaries of Thoth existed at a number of other sites as well.

Photo © In-Taier, 2015 (Ramesses II temple in Abydos)

greek mythology mbti (the weird version)

INFJ - dionysus
Dionysus is represented by city religions as the protector of those who do not belong to conventional society and thus symbolizes everything which is chaotic, dangerous and unexpected, everything which escapes human reason and which can only be attributed to the unforeseeable action of the gods.

ENFJ - apollo
Medicine and healing are associated with Apollo, whether through the god himself or mediated through his son Asclepius, yet Apollo was also seen as a god who could bring ill-health and deadly plague. Amongst the god’s custodial charges, Apollo became associated with dominion over colonists, and as the patron defender of herds and flocks.

ENTJ - athena
She is the patroness of various crafts, especially of weaving, as Athena Ergane, and was honored as such at festivals such as Chalceia. The metalwork of weapons also fell under her patronage. She led battles (Athena Promachos or the warrior maiden Athena Parthenos)[25] as the disciplined, strategic side of war, in contrast to her brother Ares, the patron of violence, bloodlust and slaughter—"the raw force of war".[26] Athena is the goddess of knowledge, purity, arts, crafts, learning, justice and wisdom. She represents intelligence, humility, consciousness, cosmic knowledge, creativity, education, enlightenment, the arts, eloquence and power. She stands for Truth, Justice, and Moral values. She plays a tough, clever and independent role.

INTJ - medusa
The name “Medusa” itself is often used in ways not directly connected to the mythological figure but to suggest the gorgon’s abilities or to connote malevolence; despite her origins as a beauty, the name in common usage “came to mean monster.”[19] It is the Lie that makes him free. Animals alone are given the privilege of lifting the veil of Isis; men dare not. The animal, awake, has no fictional escape from the Real because he has no imagination. Man, awake, is compelled to seek a perpetual escape into Hope, Belief, Fable, Art, God, Socialism, Immortality, Alcohol, Love. From Medusa-Truth he makes an appeal to Maya-Lie.

ESTJ - perseus
The legendary founder of Mycenae and of the Perseid dynasty of Danaans, was the first of the heroes of Greek mythology whose exploits in defeating various archaic monsters provided the founding myths of the Twelve Olympians. Perseus beheaded the Gorgon Medusa, and saved Andromeda from the sea monster Cetus. He was the son of the mortal Danae and the god Zeus.

ISTP - theseus
Theseus volunteered to slay the monster to stop this horror. He took the place of one of the youths and set off with a black sail, promising to his father, Aegeus, that if successful he would return with a white sail.[10] Like the others, Theseus was stripped of his weapons when they sailed. On his arrival in Crete, Ariadne, King Minos’ daughter, fell in love with Theseus and, on the advice of Daedalus, gave him a ball of thread or clue, so he could find his way out of the Labyrinth.

INFP - achilles
In other words, Achilles is an embodiment of the grief of the people, grief being a theme raised numerous times in the Iliad (frequently by Achilles). Achilles’ role as the hero of grief forms an ironic juxtaposition with the conventional view of Achilles as the hero of κλέος kleos (“glory”, usually glory in war).

ESFP - zeus
“Even the gods who are not his natural children address him as Father, and all the gods rise in his presence.”[7] For the Greeks, he was the King of the Gods, who oversaw the universe. As Pausanias observed, “That Zeus is king in heaven is a saying common to all men.”

ENFP - poseidon
In his benign aspect, Poseidon was seen as creating new islands and offering calm seas. When offended or ignored, he supposedly struck the ground with his trident and caused chaotic springs, earthquakes, drownings and shipwrecks. Sailors prayed to Poseidon for a safe voyage, sometimes drowning horses as a sacrifice;[citation needed] in this way, according to a fragmentary papyrus, Alexander the Great paused at the Syrian seashore before the climactic battle of Issus, and resorted to prayers, “invoking Poseidon the sea-god, for whom he ordered a four-horse chariot to be cast into the waves.”

ISFP - artemis
Artemis, while sitting on the knee of her father, Zeus, asked him to grant her six wishes: to remain always a virgin; to have many names to set her apart from her brother Apollo; to be the Phaesporia or Light Bringer; to have a bow and arrow and a knee-length tunic so that she could hunt; to have sixty “daughters of Okeanos”, all nine years of age, to be her choir; and for twenty Amnisides Nymphs as handmaidens to watch her dogs and bow while she rested. She wished for no city dedicated to her, but to rule the mountains, and for the ability to help women in the pains of childbirth.

ISFJ - hestia
A hearth fire might be deliberately, ritually extinguished at need, and its lighting or relighting should be accompanied by rituals of completion, purification and renewal, comparable with the rituals and connotations of an eternal flame and of sanctuary lamps. […] Hestia, you who tend the holy house of the lord Apollo, the Far-shooter at goodly Pytho, with soft oil dripping ever from your locks, come now into this house, come, having one mind with Zeus the all-wise: draw near, and withal bestow grace upon my song.

ISTJ - hephaestus
Hephaestus had his own palace on Olympus, containing his workshop with anvil and twenty bellows that worked at his bidding.[11] Hephaestus crafted much of the magnificent equipment of the gods, and almost any finely-wrought metalwork imbued with powers that appears in Greek myth is said to have been forged by Hephaestus. He designed Hermes’ winged helmet and sandals, the Aegis breastplate, Aphrodite’s famed girdle, Agamemnon’s staff of office,[12] Achilles’ armor, Heracles’ bronze clappers, Helios’ chariot, the shoulder of Pelops, and Eros’ bow and arrows.

ESFJ - prometheus
Henceforth, humans would keep that meat for themselves and burn the bones wrapped in fat as an offering to the gods. This angered Zeus, who hid fire from humans in retribution. In this version of the myth, the use of fire was already known to humans, but withdrawn by Zeus.[6] Prometheus, however, stole fire back in a giant fennel-stalk and restored it to humanity.

INTP - hermes
Hermes is a god of transitions and boundaries. He is quick and cunning, and moves freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine, as emissary and messenger of the gods,[1] intercessor between mortals and the divine, and conductor of souls into the afterlife. He is protector and patron of travelers, herdsmen, thieves,[2] orators and wit, literature and poets, athletics and sports, invention and trade.[3] In some myths he is a trickster, and outwits other gods for his own satisfaction or the sake of humankind.

ENTP - daedalus
This story thus encourages others to consider the long-term consequences of their own inventions with great care, lest those inventions do more harm than good. As in the tale of Icarus’ wings, Daedalus is portrayed assisting in the creation of something that has subsequent negative consequences, in this case with his creation of the monstrous Minotaur’s almost impenetrable Labyrinth which made slaying the beast an endeavour of legendary difficulty.

ESTP - tyche
Tyche (English /ˈtaɪki/; from Greek: Τύχη,[1][2] meaning “luck”; Roman equivalent: Fortuna) was the presiding tutelary deity that governed the fortune and prosperity of a city, its destiny. The effectiveness of her capricious power even achieved respectability in philosophical circles during that generation, though among poets it was a commonplace to revile her for a fickle harlot.[10] In medieval art, she was depicted as carrying a cornucopia, an emblematic ship’s rudder, and the wheel of fortune, or she may stand on the wheel, presiding over the entire circle of fate.

“What’s with those bibs?” …A common question I hear a lot! Kitsune are a humongous topic which I’ll post more about later… but for now, just the bib! You will find red votive bibs, called yodarekake (涎掛け), worn by the divine messenger kitsune (foxes, 狐) at Inari shrines. These are actually placed on the kitsune by worshippers as a form of devotion. For many, this act is deeply and personally meaningful, establishing a bond with Inari Ōkami’s kitsune.

Another common devotion is to offer the kitsune’s favorite food, fried tofu/Inarizushi, at the base of the kitsune statue (the statues themselves are termed otsukai, 眷属). It should be no surprise, then, that the bib’s purpose is, in the words of Dr. Steven Heine, “to keep them from getting their coat messy while devouring the vixen’s favorite food”. (“Sacred High City, Sacred Low City”, p. 7).

The Virgo is quick witted, clever, adept with words,
and wicked swift with analysis. The individual directs a lot of energy through the mind, like she can wander through valleys of symbols and
language to escape to a place where only her thoughts exist. This can be
maddening or magic, and a conscious Virgo will be a writer
for the divine, a messenger of the highest power. It’s like she is the flowery scribe
that flitters by God’s side, writing down his every ideal
and sketching his purest and perfect imagination, in perfect detail. Hermes transported souls to the underworld, so he had the ability to fly into every realm of consciousness.
In the same way Virgos can slip between their thoughts and travel
to unconscious lagoons and meet rapturous states of ideas and wander. And the Virgo is a very curious person, many Virgos had their
heads stuck in a book for much of the childhood. Rhythmic and refined is the
mental orientation with Virgo, and so many thoughts race through
that crystal mind. She could be a teacher, and make an especially good copy writer. She could be a journalist, secretary, editor, novelist, or an academic. When the
Virgo wears Hermes’s golden helmet, she can achieve
any educational feat, sometimes, it’s only her crippling self doubt and critique
that creates barriers in her mental ambitions. There may be acuity with numbers or calculations or graphs or maps. The Virgo is a restless person. Mercury relates to mental capacities and also governs the nervous system. So plenty of nervous tension filters through the Virgo brain. And the Virgo must ensure the information that is circulating is correct and detailed.
Lower
evolved Virgos can become gossips and create rumors. But the Virgo in a
higher state of consciousness tends to be quite direct and very pressured
to present only flawless and perfected aloe nectars of information.
She writes articles with ink fresh from heaven in perfect, sculptured calligraphy.

-Cherry

[art: Ina puede Enakei]

Gondolin Thoughts

So, Tuor as Ulmo’s warning to Turgon that he should abandon Gondolin.  A few points:

  1. The messenger to tell Turgon that the city was doomed delivered his message, then proceed to live in the doomed city, establish himself in the doomed city, marry and have a child in the doomed city, and never appear to seriously fight the decision that he couldn’t move out of the doomed city.
  2. Tuor seems to have had a compelling enough attraction to Turgon’s daughter (and maybe nephew? [/headcanon]), and we know from LaCE that such connections tend to be family-related, at least for elves; it’s not a huge jump to the idea that Ulmo chose a messenger who he “sensed” would get along well with the family.
  3. Exactly where the hell was Turgon supposed to GO with his minimum of 10,000 elves without getting them all killed?
  4. Idril built a passageway out of the city and saved her husband, her son, thousands of people, and the remnants of Noldorin culture, but she did it in secret – something that Turgon probably couldn’t/wouldn’t have kept to himself, so Morgoth would have known it was there as soon as he got ahold of a Gondolindrim prisoner.
  5. Idril did this partly because Maeglin’s reactions to things (like Tuor) were starting to concern her.

Conclusion: What Ulmo asked of Turgon was something he really couldn’t, in good conscience, do.  But the other results of Tuor’s coming to shake up the family dynamic effectively saved lives.

So either Tuor is the worst divine messenger ever, or … Ulmo’s message was not actually for Turgon at all.

anonymous asked:

Oh! If it's not a bother can you do Inari-sama too?

Titles (From greatest to least formal):
Inari Okami-sama  (Shinto), Shoiichi Inari Daimyojin  (Buddhist)
Inari Okami
Inari-sama
O-Inari-san

Symbols/Attributes: Life, Sprouting, Growing, Food/Sustenance, Life-giving, Fertility, Fire, Passion, Livelihood, Finances, Buying/Selling, Rice, Money (Rice was a staple of food for everyone, rich and poor, and symbolized life. It was also used like “money” in the ancient era. When money changed to coins and paper, Inari Okami-sama took domain of modern currency, and it’s capacity to sustain our livelihoods, as well.)
Items: Wish-fulfilling jewels ( nyoi-houju ) Torii Gates, Swords, Bells, Bags of Rice, Key to the Sacred Granary, Rice grains, Fox masks, Masks (Shapeshifting aspect)
Colors: Vermillion. Red, lots and lots of red! Black, Orange, White
Animals: Foxes! Definitely foxes. White spirit foxes are known as their divine messengers, but they also watch over physical foxes of all colours. Less commonly they are also associated with white snakes, and dragons. It’s important to note Inari Okami-sama is not a fox themselves, but the essence of life. However, there is stories of them shapeshifting to appear as a fox, but they are not, in essence, a deity that is a fox only. 
Scents: Fire, Incense, Hinoki