is the goddess of all the best things

anonymous asked:

*shyly whispers* do u think u could do another Greek Mythology story~

“Your tapestries are so fine,” the merchant says in wonder, “that you must be blessed by the goddess Athena.”

Arachne tosses her head, braided hair falling over her shoulder like an obsidian waterfall, “What’s Athena got to do with it? My hands wove these, not hers.”

The merchant blanches and looks to the sky, as if expecting Zeus himself to smite them for blasphemy. Personally, she thinks the king of the gods has better thing to do with his time. “Ah,” he says weakly, “I suppose.”

He pays her for her wares and she leaves, almost immediately bumping into a hunched old woman with grey eyes. “Do you not owe Athena thanks for your talent?” she croaks, gnarled hands curled over a cane.

Arachne is not stupid, but she is foolish. They will tell tales of it. She looks into those grey eyes and declares, “Athena should thank me, since my talents earn her so much praise.”

She pushes past her and keeps walking, ignoring the goddess in humans skin as she disappears into the crowd.

They will tell tales of her hubris. They will all be true.


The next day she bumps into the same old woman at the market. Everything goes downhill from there.

“Know your place, mortal,” Athena says, grey eyes narrowed. There is a crowd around them, and Arachne could save herself, could walk away unscathed, and all she has to do is say her weaving is inferior to that of a goddess.

She will not lie.

“I do,” she says coolly, “and in this matter, it is above you.”

She is not honest as a virtue, but as a vice.

Athena challengers her to a weaving contest. She accepts.


Gods are not so hard to find, if you know where to look.

“It’s a volcano,” the baker repeats, looking down at her coins, as if he feels guilty for taking money from someone who’s clearly not all there.

She grabs her bag of sweet breads and adds it to her pack before swinging it over her shoulders, “Yes, I know. Half a day’s walk, you said?”

“A volcano,” he insists, as if she did not hear him perfectly well the first dozen times.

“Thank you for your help,” she says. He’s shaking his head at her, but she knows what she’s doing.

She walks. She grows hungry, but does not touch the bread she paid for, and walks some more. The sun’s begun to set by the time she makes it to the base of the volcano. It’s tall, impossibly large, and for a moment the promise of defeat threatens to overwhelm her.

But Arachne does not believe in defeat, in loss. They will tell tales of her hubris. Those tales will be true.

She ties a scarf around her braids then hikes her skirt up and ties the material so it falls only to her thighs. She fits work roughened hands into the divots of cooled magma and begins her slow ascent.


The muscles in her legs and arms shake, and her hunger pains are almost as distracting. Her once white dress is dirt smeared and torn and sweat makes her itch as it covers her body and drips down her back.

“What are you doing?”

Arachne turns her head and bites back a scream, looking into one giant eye. The cyclops holds easily to the volcano’s edges, even though her hands are torn and bleeding. She swallows and says, “I heard you like honeyed bread. Is it true?”

The creature tilts his head to the side, baring his long fanged teeth at her. She thinks he might be smiling. “You’ve been climbing for hours. What do you want?”

“Is it true?” she repeats, refusing to flinch.

“Yes,” he says, looking at her the same way the baker had, “it’s true.”

“There’s some sweet bread in my pack, baked this morning,” she says, “it should still be soft.”

His hands are big enough and strong enough that it could probably squeeze her head like a grape. Instead he gently undoes her pack and reaches inside. The honey buns look comically small in his large hands, and he swallows half of them in one bite. He licks his fingers clean when he’s done, and his smile is just as terrifying the second time around. “I am Brontes. Why are you climbing my master’s volcano?”

“I’m the weaver Arachne,” she takes a deep breath, “I need your master’s help.”


They tell tales of Hephaestus’s ugliness.

They are not true.

He’s got a broad, angular face and short brown hair. His eyes are like amber set into his face, and his arms are huge, and he’s rippling muscle from the waist up. He has legs only to his knees. From there down his legs are bronze gears and golden wire, replacements for the legs destroyed when Hera threw him from Mount Olympus.

“Had your look, girl?” he asks, voice rough like he’s always a moment away from breaking into a coughing fit.

“Yes,” she says, and doesn’t turn away, keeps looking.

His lips quirk up at the corners, so it was the right move. The heat is even more oppressive inside the volcano, and all around him cyclopses work, forging oddly shaped metal that she can’t hope to understand. “You’ve gone to an awful lot of trouble to find me, girl. What do you want?”

She slides her pack off her shoulders and holds it out to the god, “I have a gift for your wife. I have woven her a cloak.”

He raises an eyebrow and doesn’t reach for the bag, “You believe something made with mortal hands could be worthy of the goddess of beauty?”

They will tell tales of her hubris.


They will all be true.

With a gust of wind the oppressive heat of the volcano is swept away, leaving her chilled. In its place stands a woman – more than a woman. Aphrodite has skin like the copper of her husband’s machines and hair dark and thick and long. Her eyes are deepest, richest brown, piercing in their intelligence. People don’t tell tales of Aphrodite’s cleverness. That is because people are stupid.

“Let’s see it then,” she says, reaching inside the pack and pulling the cloak from its depths.

It unrolls beautifully. It’s made from the finest silks, and it shimmers in the light from the forges. The hem of the cloak is sea foam, speaking of Aphrodite’s beginning, and up along the cloak is intricate patterns it tells of her life, of her marriage and her worshippers and escapades, all with the detail of the most experienced artist and the reverence of her most devoted followers.

Her lips part in surprise and she slides it on, twirling like a child. “Gorgeous,” Hephaestus says, though Arachne knows he does not speak of the cloak. She doesn’t take offense.

The goddess smiles and Arachne’s heart pounds in her chest. She does her best to ignore it – Aphrodite is the goddess of love, after all. It is only expected. “Very well,” the goddess says, “you have my attention.”

Arachne swallows. Aphrodite’s attention is a heavy thing. “I have offended Athena,” she says, “She has challenged me to a weaving contest.”

Their faces somber. Hephaestus rubs the edge of a sleeve between his fingers and says, “Athena will lose such a contest, if judged fairly. She does not take loss well.”

“I know,” she says, “you are friendly with Hades, are you not?”

There are no tales of their friendship. But she’s staking her life on its existence, because why wouldn’t it exist – both of them even tempered, both shunned by Olympus, both happily married.

Gods hate being made to feel lesser. It is why they say Persephone was kidnapped, why they say Aphrodite cheats with Ares. It is why Athena will crush her when Arachne wins the weaving contest.

“Clever girl,” Hephaestus says, smiling.

Aphrodite stares at her reflection in a convenient piece of polished silver. Arachne assumes Hephaestus left if lying there for that express purpose. “Very well!” the goddess says, not looking at her, “when Athena sends you to the underworld, we will entrench upon our uncle for your release.” She turns on her heel and points a finger at her. Arachne blushes for no reason she can think of. “In return, you will weave me a gown, one equal to my own beauty.”

A gown as exquisite as the goddess of beauty. An impossible task.

They will tell tales of her hubris.

“I accept.”

They will all be true.


The contest goes as expected. Athena’s tapestry is lovely, but Arachne’s is lovelier.

The goddess’s face goes red in rage, and her grey eyes narrow. Arachne stands tall, ready to accept the death blow coming for her.

The blow comes.

Death does not.


She is an insect. Even if she can make it back to Hephaestus’s volcano, even if they can help her, they will not know it is her. She has no hope left, no course of action, she should just give up. But –

She doesn’t believe in defeat, in loss.

It was a terribly long journey on foot, that first time. It is even longer this time, although now she has eight legs instead of two. She makes it to the volcano, and creeps in between crevices, until she finds out a hollowed room, one with a sliver of sunlight and plenty of bugs to keep her fed.

Athena’s cruel joke of allowing her to weave will be her downfall. Her silk comes out a golden yellow color – it will look exquisite against Aphrodite’s copper skin.


It takes seven years for her to complete it. She hasn’t left this room in the volcano in all that time, and as soon as it’s done she scurries out back toward the village. She’s a large insect, but not that large.

She arrives just as the sun begins to rise, and leaves before the first rays have even touched the earth, her prize tied to her back with her own silk.

Arachne doesn’t return to her room. Instead she goes to the more popular parts of the volcano, hurries and runs around terrifying stomping feet until she finds who she’s looking for and scurries up his leg and onto his shoulder.

“Huh,” Brontes looks onto his shoulder and blinks. “What on earth are you?”

She cautiously skitters down his arm, waiting. He bends closer and lightly touches her back. “Is – is that a piece of a honey bun?”

She looks up at him, waiting. It’s her only chance, if he doesn’t remember, if he doesn’t understand –

His face slowly fills with a cautious kind of wonder. “Arachne?”  She jumps in place, being unable to nod, and Brontes cautiously cradles her in his massive hands, “We must find the Master immediately!”

She jumps down, landing in front of him and running forward. “Wait!” he calls, and she makes sure he’s running after her before skittering back to her corner of the cave. It’s almost too small for him to enter but he squeezes inside and breathes, “Oh.” He stares for several moments, and Arachne climbs her web and waits. Brontes shakes himself out of his reverie and uses his powerful wings to bellow, “MISTRESS APHRODITE!”

There’s that same breeze and she’s in the crevice with them, “What was so important, Brontes, that you had to yell?”

Arachne sees the exact moment that the goddess sees the gown, golden yellow and glimmering, made entirely of spider silk. “Beautiful,” she says, reaching out a hand to brush down the bodice. Her head then snaps up, “Brontes, where’s Arachne?”

She warms at that, that Aphrodite knew it was her weaving even though she hasn’t been seen in seven years.

They’ve told tales of her hubris.

They are all true.

Brontes points at the web, and Aphrodite steps over and holds out her hands. Arachne crawls onto the goddess’s palms. “Athena is more powerful than I am, I cannot undo her work,” she says, “but I know someone who can.”

Then they are in front of a river. A handsome young man stands there waiting with a boat. “Goddess Aphrodite,” he says, “we weren’t expecting you.”

“Thanatos,” she returns, “I need to see Persephone.”

The man’s face stays cool, and for a moment Arachne fears they will be refused and she will be stuck in this form forever. Then he smiles and says, “My lady is of course available for her favored niece.” He holds out a hand to help her onto the boat, “Please come with me.”


Arachne weaves a dress for Hades’s wife as a thank you, and returns to her volcano.

“I can take you somewhere else,” Aphrodite says, “you don’t have to hide here.”

Arachne pauses at her loom. She has lived in this volcano for seven years. It’s her home. “Would you like me to leave?” she asks instead.

Aphrodite scoffs, “Of course not! How could I dress myself without you here?” She’s wearing the spider silk dress Arachne spun for her, and she’s working on another for the goddess now. Aphrodite runs a gentle finger down Arachne’s cheek and for a moment she forgets to breathe. “You are the finest weaver to ever exist.”

She looks up at the goddess, “Then as the god of crafts and goddess of beautiful things, where else would I belong besides with you and Hephaestus?”

To declare your company equal to that of gods is the height of arrogance and blasphemy.

They tell tales of her hubris.

“An excellent point,” Aphrodite murmurs, and tucks a stray braid behind Arachne’s ear.

They are all true.

gods and monsters series part iii

What Every Beginner Wiccan Witch Should Have
  • The Athame: a knife with a black handle, which is used to cast a circle. Represents masculine energy and the element of fire. Should not be used for cutting or to cause physical harm to others!!
  • The Chalice: these can come in goblet styles, or simply any mug or cup. This is used  to hold water or wine, which is to be drank after a ritual. The chalice represents water.
  • The Wand: your wand can be made out of anything you feel connected to: bone, wood, metal, etc. A witch’s wand is very personal, which means you can fashion your wand to your own personal style. The wand is used to direct energies during a ritual, and represents the element of air
  • The Pentacle: This is a very powerful and protective symbol in Wicca. On an altar, your pentacle can come in the form of a pendant or a platen. You can also use a pentacle necklace on your altar. This represents earth, and used to cleanse yourself, your surroundings, and all items on your altar. 
  • Candles: Different colored candles can represent different uses for the candles. The candles clearly represents the element of fire. A pair of candles represents a Goddess and a God
  • The Cauldron: Like the chalice, the cauldron represents water. The cauldron is used to hold things such as water, incense, herbs, and candles. This is very useful when it comes to rituals and burning small fires. Cast iron is the best material for your cauldron but isn’t mandatory. 
  • Bells: Bells are often used to mark passages in a ritual. Many spells ask for you to ring the bell once or twice and the bells can mark the beginning and then end of a ritual.
  • Incense: Incense is used to clear energy, cleanse, and call in energies. Most incense will work with whatever you’re doing.
  • The Bowls: The bowls on your altar represents earth. It is important to have a bowl of sea salt because the sea salt can cleanse your other magick tools on your altar. Smudging bowls are very important in magick.
  • Crystals: There are many different crystals that hold different energies. Keeping a variety of crystals on your altar can help with various different rituals. These crystals cane enhance the power of your spells.
  • The Broom: The broom is very symbolic of sweeping energy and keeping negativity away 

Before using these tools, you should clear and cleanse it. The more you grow in your witchcraft, the more tools you can add to help yourself thrive in your magick 🌳✨

These are just things I’ve found that helped me when I began witchcraft. Most of these things are not a necessity, but can help. Please do not give me hate for this. This is a Wiccan blog, hence the name. 

why everyone should read 'rivers of london'/'the peter grant series' by ben aaronovitch

• it has been described as “harry potter for adults” but only if harry potter had actual, decent diversity
• if you like the works of terry pratchett or neil gaiman, you’ll love it
• the main character is peter grant, a biracial london police officer who one day accidentally interrogates a ghost and things just kinda go a bit wild from here
• the goddesses of the rivers of london are p much all badass black women (these characters also inspired one of my favourite songs)
• sahra “muslim ninja” guleed, the woman who joined the police on a dare, is the best thing to ever happen to me
• lgbtq+ characters are never used for shock value or tokenised and are treated the same as the cis, straight characters
• there’s a muslim trans woman of colour who can fly!!!
• it’s told from peter’s pov and he constantly calls white people out on their shit i love him
• deals with themes of ethics and immortality
• it’s genuinely entertaining and the suspense is great and i love it
• harry potter would have been much better if, on his first day at hogwarts, harry said “fuck me, i can do magic”


episode one - the bone orchard. ( contains violence and nsfw themes )

  • ❝ no expertise can surmount a sea that does not wish you to reach shore. ❞
  • ❝ wind can be reasoned with. ❞
  • ❝ celebration was cut short. ❞
  • ❝ only good thing about being in prison is the relief. ❞
  • ❝ tomorrow can’t do anything today hasn’t already managed. ❞
  • ❝ this country went to hell when they stopped hanging folks. ❞
  • ❝ no gallows dirt, no gallows deals. ❞
  • ❝ you know, i’m not superstitious. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t believe in anything i can’t see. ❞
  • ❝ i feel like there’s a fuckin’ axe hanging over my head. i can’t see it, but i believe it. ❞
  • ❝ i can see it fine. ❞
  • ❝ prison has a way of trying to keep you in prison. ❞
  • ❝ i smell snow. ❞
  • ❝ i love you. something feels weird. ❞
  • ❝ i love you too. what feels weird? ❞
  • ❝ the air feels constipated, like if it’d just push out a storm, it’d be okay. ❞
  • ❝ a hundred twenty hours till you’re home. ❞
  • ❝ waiting for the sky to fall is gonna cause more bother than the sky actually falling. which it isn’t. ❞
  • ❝ do not piss off those bitches in airports. ❞
  • ❝ i guess this must be your lucky day, huh ?
  • ❝ you nervous ?
  • ❝ just sit back and be a bird. ❞
  • ❝ i offer you the worm from my beak and you look at me like i fucked your mom
  • ❝ you’re just the first person i’ve met who isn’t an asshole. ❞
  • ❝ give me time. ❞
  • ❝ what would you have done, my boy
  • ❝ seems like a firm decision made for good reasons, i can respect that. ❞
  • ❝ you lost something vital in there, and not just time. ❞
  • ❝ what might i call you, if i were so inclined
  • ❝ always good to meet a fellow traveler. ❞
  • ❝ i usually end up getting what i want. on average, over time. ❞
  • ❝ it’s all about getting people to believe in you. it’s not their cash, it’s their faith. ❞
  • ❝ now, what’s keeping us aloft ? faith ? or newton ?
  • ❝ don’t rush into this, take your time. ❞
  • ❝ there’s always work for a big guy who’s smart enough to know he’s better off letting people think he’s dumb. ❞
  • ❝ by the end of your tenure, you could be the next king of america. ❞
  • ❝ a man gets out of prison, he should be focused above all on not going back. ❞
  • ❝ believe. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t think i have the talent for it. ❞
  • ❝ you … like me
  • ❝ i’m not what i once was. ❞
  • ❝ you’re perfect. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t know what i’m doing. ❞
  • ❝ what man does ?
  • ❝ do something for me. worship me. ❞
  • ❝ worship me. pray to me like i’m your god. your goddess. ❞
  • ❝ you feel so good. i could keep fucking you forever. ❞
  • ❝ say my name. ❞
  • ❝ beloved, i worship your breasts and your eyes and your cunt. and i worship your thighs and your eyes and your cherry red lips. ❞
  • ❝ i am yours, my beloved. ❞
  • ❝ go on, let go ! give me everything !
  • ❝ i love you. ❞
  • ❝ not that rushing into things can’t be a good thing … ❞
  • ❝ sex rushed into tends to work out best for all involved. ❞
  • ❝ okay, i’ve said ‘fuck off’ politely as many ways as i’m gonna. now i’m fixing to be direct. ❞
  • ❝ what the fuck do you know about [ ] ?
  • ❝ more than you, it seems. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not gonna work for anyone who’s got worse luck than me. ❞
  • ❝ call it. ❞
  • ❝ rigged games are the easiest to beat. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a little creepy, and you’re forward, and familiar, and i don’t like it. i don’t like you. ❞
  • ❝ who’re you ?
  • ❝ i’m a leprechaun. ❞
  • ❝ we don’t come from moscow, russia. or moscow, idaho, for that matter. ❞
  • ❝ no details. ❞
  • ❝ devil’s in the details. ❞
  • ❝ do you know who he is ? who he really is
  • ❝ he’s hustling you. he’s a hustler. ❞
  • ❝ damn right. i’m a hustler, swindler, cheater, and liar. it’s why i need assistance. ❞
  • ❝ name your price. ❞
  • ❝ how’d you do it ?
  • ❝ with panache. ❞
  • ❝ simplest trick in the world. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll fight you for it. ❞
  • ❝ win or lose, and you will lose, it’s yours if you fight me. ❞
  • ❝ can you feel the joy rising in your veins like the sap in the springtime ?
  • ❝ i wanted to be a part of your history. ❞
  • ❝ it’s just anger ––– makes you feel like you can change the outcome. ❞
  • [] had the nerve to ask me what i wanted him to do with it. i told him leave it where it found it. ❞
  • ❝ target would be more interesting than here. ❞
  • ❝ if there isn’t some kinda life after death, i’m gonna be so fuckin’ pissed. ❞
  • ❝ there is no closure from the dead. ❞
  • ❝ i’m sorry for your loss, [] , i really am. anyone tell you that yet ? anyone even hug you ?
  • ❝ hear me out, this is a good one. lex talionis. an eye for an eye. a blowjob for a blowjob. ❞
  • ❝ jesus, who knew i could be so angry ?! 
  • ❝ i am trying to get my dignity back here
  • ❝ don’t fuck with me, [
  • ❝ what’s he doing here ? what’s the plan ? what’s the game plan, man ? ❞
  • ❝ how auspicious, you must be special. ❞
  • [ ] is history. forgotten and … old. ❞
  • ❝ we have reprogrammed reality. language is a virus. religion, an operating system, and prayers are just so much fucking spam. ❞
  • ❝ the dominant fucking paradigm, [] , that is the only important thing. ❞
  • ❝ by the way, i was sorry to hear about your wife/husband. tough break. ❞
  • ❝ so, i will ask again: what is it [ ] is up to ? ❞
  • ❝ you saying you don’t know ? … would you tell me even if you did ?
Nectar of The Goddess

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

@permanentcross I told you it was coming soon, hopefully this will make a good little miniseries

“Bet yah taste sweet,” He purred in her ear before cleaning off one of his fingers and letting out a groan of his own. “Oh yah do love, best thing ‘ve ever tasted. Even better than those drinks yah make me. Although, guess it should be huh, after all it’s the nectar o’ the goddess. Why don’ yah go head and taste it.”

He held his other finger to her lips and Y/N seized the opportunity she saw. Her lips closed around his finger and she sucked firmly, running her tongue around it as she rocked her head back and forth slightly. Harry knew that if he fucked her right now that he was going to climax way too quickly, he had to prep her more, needed to get her all ready for his cock and build up her orgasm.

“Want to truly taste yah love. Got to taste the nectar o’ the goddess from the source.”


Y/N is a bartender who makes all sorts of drinks for Harry, but Harry’s favorite drink is Y/N’s juices

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anonymous asked:

do u have any new fluff/smut (or any fics with a happy ending) zk fic recs?

hi!!! I’m so sorry for replying late but in any case THANK YOU FOR ASKING BECAUSE BOI DO I EVER


1.) The Stalking Zuko Series by emletish

thoughts: My absolute favorite fluffy fic in this fandom. It’s written in an unconventional albeit REAAAALLY astounding style (read: First POV Katara writing in a journal hooo boy). Features drunk!Zuko, ticklish!Zuko, and overall #1FuckingDorkinTheWorld!Zuko, but also angsty!Zuko and dumbshit!Zuko who just wants to set everything on fire bc he’s a dumbshit sometimes tbh. You will laugh and cry and laugh and laugh and cry over and over again and I just cannot recommend this fic enough please go read it now edhsujsa.

Accompanying Oneshots if you’re up to it (you will be trust me):

  • the collected lists of zuko - a comprehensive list of things that annoy Katara and why Katara is the most impossible girl in the history of ever (which is why you love her Zuko. we all know. WE ALL. KNOW.), according to our favorite fire lord 
  • the crooked thing - they’re trying to keep this thing they have a secret; a.k.a. in which things are perfectly imperfect.
  • snuggling dysfunctional cats - all of this shit from Toph’s POV brb im fucking screaming .

2.) i didn’t know i was lonely (’til I saw your face) by raisindeatre

thoughts: Listen. LISTEN. @raisindeatre​ / Atia is an absolute GODDESS. Her writing style is one of the best I’ve seen in this fandom, and it’s absolutely breathtaking. She just blows my mind on a regular tbh. This fic is genius and stunningly weaves canon into a modern AU, and one that actually works (and there’s very few of those imho). Slow burn but worth it. Every word of this is golden (also please read all of raisindeatre’s work, she’s amazing I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH).

3.) Bones by sadladybug

thoughts: Zuko and Katara on the night of their wedding. I absolutely love it when authors weave in Fire Nation/Water Tribe/any kind of avatar lore into their stories (it amazes me moreso when it comes sTRAIGHT FROM THE AUTHOR’S OWN RESEARCH AND IMAGINATION) and I’m overall just a sucker for this kinda shit. This fic also achieves the perfect balance of smut and fluff, and is written so beautifully it just makes me wanna cry go read it pls. 

4.) Scars by Em Dixon

thoughts: “Katara is the only one with scar-touching privileges. Very quick read but beautiful all throughout. 

5. What Little She Can Do by chromeknickers


this is from chromeknickers’ collection of drabbles and ficlets (they’re very short, but they’re so well-written and they make me want to cry tbh). Not all of the entries are fluffy, so I’ve listed the ones that are!

From the same author’s Through the Looking Glass Series:

Special Mention:
swing and a miss by stellatiate, for beanaroony

Currently in the middle of reading this AND I CANNOT STOP FLAILING. It has some angst in it but the in-between fluff is where it’s at, fam. The writing style is very unique and i’ve never read anythign quite like it. It’s genius. Thank you so much to @babyfairybaekhyun for reccing this iufdhsuijhn

i havent been active in the fandom very much so this has been such a nice refresher! Plus i’m an absolute sucker for fluff. Anyhow, I miss you guys lots, so please accept this as a sort of gift from the bottom of this MIA zutarian’s heart. Enjoy and feel free to add more!!!




*Please read the introduction post and important notes HERE  <—-

  • BLACK is good for getting out that dark negativity that sits inside of you. That depression, burning hatred and chaos. Black isn’t a bad colour, in fact it’s a very protective and powerful colour for the witch who uses it! Black is perfect for Karmic work. Basically, if you feel that you’re in trouble or have some negative energy following you around, black is the colour to use.Stones that pair well with this colour I’ve found are black agate, onyx, black tourmaline, obsidian and hematite.

  • CHARCOAL is similar to black in the sense that it is used as a form of protection, I use it to help battle any sad emotions or mundane negativity. This colour is best used if you wake up just in one of those moods that you can’t quite put your finger on, you know? It’s just a little boost of energy protection. Stones that pair well with this are cat’s eye opal and grey quartz.

  • SILVER is used when I need to receive guidance or insight from a spirit guide, communication and when I need help finding something I’ve lost or misplaced! Stones best paired with this colour are hematite, grey moonstone and grey quartz.

  • LIGHT GREY: Personally, I use light grey when working with water or storm magick but, I’ve read others use it for glamour type spells and even fear, so this colour goes all over the place. Whatever magickal energy you feel drawn to use it with/on, go for it. Stones that pair best with this colour are moonstone, russian agate and grey quartz.

  • OFF-WHITE is used to help clear a clouded mind/ judgment; when things feel fuzzy and off and like you’re suffering from a hangover. It’s that solid and opaque grounding colour. Stones that work best with this colour are calcite, howlite, citrine and white jasper.

  • WHITE represents purity, perfection, universal energy and the source/creator/gods/goddesses to me. Used before and after magick work, circle casting and calling for extra personal healing from your guides. Stones that pair best with this colour energy are diamonds, opal and clear quartz.
Bts reacting to their foreign gf feeling insecure because they live in Korea, and she looks different!


He saw you slumped on the couch just staring up at the ceiling. He walked up to you and sat on the edge, next to you.

“Baby what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I feel out of place here. I love it here, don’t get me wrong but when we go out, all eyes are on me…”

“Baby you’re trippin. They’re staring at you cuz you’re so damn beautiful. You’re like an exotic goddess to them but they can’t have you because you’re mine and I love you so much. You’re so magnificent y/n and don’t you forget it. I couldn’t ask for anything more because you’re the best thing I’ve ever gotten. You're my princess who should have a mindset like a princess. Speaking of which lets go spoil you! A nice night out shopping and a good yummy restaurant.” 


“Heeeey darling~ Lets go get food yeah?”

“Noooo, I don’t want to go out.”

“What why not?

“I’m always getting weird looks when we go out. I look nothing like the beauty standards here. I feel so different.”

“Honey they’re staring at you because you’re with me and I’m hella good looking. Nah I’m just kidding, they’re looking you’re way because you’re absolutely undeniably perfect. They’ve never seen a goddess walk on Earth until you got here. But you know what? They don’t matter because you have people here who love you aka me and they boys. Now lets go get your favorite food!”


“Hey do you think I’m… My face is a little… uhm”


“I look so different from the women here? I don’t know what to do!”

“I know what you should do! Not think about it because it doesn’t matter. You’re  so gorgeous in my eyes. You make me melt overtime I see you. You even make me stutter sometimes from you’re beauty and not only that you’re smart. Don’t let anyone bring you down okay? You my beautiful angel that I love and I hope you pass through this small phase. Lets get your mind off things yeah?” *He kissed your forehead and put a movie on*


He see’s you looking outside of your window and decides to sit next to you.

“Why so glum chum?”

“How do you feel about me being different then the regular beauty standards here?”

“I feel that you are the most beautiful person I could come across and I wouldn’t change it for the world, you know why? Because I’m so deeply in love with you and its a miracle I ended up with you even though you didn’t live here. Like what are the chances I found my soulmate even though you lived elsewhere? You’re perfect okay?”


“Jagiyaaaa lets go play outside~”

“I’d rather not today Tae.”

“Why not? :(”

“I just don’t feel like getting stared at today okay?”

“The only reason people stare at you is because you’re so stunning and the way you move is so graceful and you look like an angel. Wouldn’t you stare if you saw a beautiful walking around on the same earth as you before you’re very eyes? I know I do, since I see you everyday~ I love you and please don’t let them get to your head!”



You hum to answer him.

“Why have you’ve been so quiet lately? Are you mad at me?”

“No jiminie, I’m just sad. I’m not necessarily happy with how I look. Compared to the ladies here, I look different and I stand out.”

“But thats a good thing! If you didn’t stand out how would I find my teddy bear? Who would I be cuddling right now if not you? and don’t say Tae! I can’t give him kisses and pecks wherever I want like I do with you… The first time I met you I was really flustered and shy because you are the most delightful thing to look at and even tip this day I can’t get enough! I love you y/n~”


Jungkook giggled on the couch adjacent to you and your phone buzzed at every laugh.

“Y/n check your phone~”

You checked it to see he had sent you memes but set your phone back down.

“Okay what the heck, you always answer my memes with crueler memes… whats up?”

“Would you like me more if I looked like the women here and less like how I do right now?”

“Baby of course not! I love you for you. Your looks are what drew me in and how I got to have the magnificent girlfriend I do right now. I don’t only love your beauty but also your personality and I love it so much that I know this isn’t like you. Please don’t ever think I’d like you more if you changed, I like you enough how you are. You’re my exotic little bubble gum and I wouldn’t trade you for anything or anyone else. You know what! I’m sending you a bunch of memes now so I can get that nasty thought out of your mind. I declare… a meme war!”

every other reaper: You know, my lady… with all due respect, we feel as though you give Kravitz and his friends….. special treatment

The Raven Queen: That is such bullshit. Now, if you excuse me, I have a wedding to officiate; Kravitz, my best reaper, is getting married and he deserves nothing less than to have a literal goddess officiate his wedding

anonymous asked:

Could you do headcanons on what you think the paladins might do to comfort a s/o who is pregnant and in a lot of pain due to cartilage softening in their body? Or just a s/o whos in a shit ton of pain either one works

Round 2 in the pregnant S/O series!! Let’s do both at the same time with an S/O about to pop!

Under the cut bc it’s long

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metal-arm-bitch  asked:

Do you have a list of your top 10 fav ML fics that you could link me? I need more Adrienette (/all the other ships) plz

o god only 10 ok let’s see if i can do it (some of these i’ve recced in the past but they’re so good so i’m just gonna include them anyway)

  • Little Bits of Mari by @breeeliss
    • the absolute best thing to have come out of mari week 2k16 imo
    • gabie is a writing goddess and you should def check out her other stuff too
    • this is beautiful bc it’s dedicated to mari but it also shows how much adrien loves her
    • i’ve lost count of how many times i’ve reread it
  • Markers and Mustaches by @reyxa
    • yet another fic i’ve reread a million times
  • Allez Savoir Pourquoi by @xiueryn (nsfw)
    • another soulmate au that is just… so good
    • my heart literally hurt when reading the big “””reveal”””
  • What I don’t know. by @runningoutofink
    • chapter 2
    • that’s all i gotta say
  • lucky accident by @peggiecarter
    • i’ve read a lot of fics throughout my time in this fandom but i don’t think i’ve ever read any other fic focusing on this particular dynamic 
    • ”partial-reveal pre-relationship adrienette friendship” as taylor describes
    • when will ch 3 return from war tho
  • Chasing the C/h/atwalk by @runningoutofink
    • i feel like this fic is a fandom Classic
    • also CHAPTER 9
  • Empty Spaces by @speakswords
    • the absolute most perfect description i have ever read of adrien realizing ladybug’s identity
  • Hogwarts!AU by @geek-fashionista
    • this is a rly short (too short) but rly cute little ficlet and it’s my fave hogwarts au adrienette fic
  • we rode our bikes into the sky by @mimosaeyes
    • so Soft and Good
    • i am always so at peace after reading this fic
  • The Two of Us by @anabielvriskamars
    • saved the best for last
    • i’m not kidding this is my favorite ml fic of all time
    • please just read it bc anything i say will not do this fic justice

(you can find more adrienette fics that i like here!)

Using Tarot for more than divination.

When you’re living somewhere that restricts what kinds of things you can use like incense and candles, have limited room to store things, or need to be a little more discreet, you can use Tarot cards for just about anything.

  • Need something to represent the four quarters?  Use the aces of swords, wands, cups, and pentacles (or their equivalents).
  • Going with the classic Wiccan God and Goddess?  Bring out the High Priestess and Magician (or whichever cards best embody those two for you).  If not, you can pick the card that best represents your chosen deity at that moment.
  • Need to break a spell?  The Tower is all there.
  • Need help with a test?  Try the Hierophant as a focus.
  • Want a bit of pick-me-up, motivation, emotional balance, or boost of confidence?  Carry around the Sun, Chariot, Temperance, or Strength card (it helps if you can consciously connect with and think about them.  A significant portion of magic is will, after all).

It also helps you get more familiar with your Tarot deck and encourages you to really pick apart whatever concepts you’re using – deities, spells, whatever – to determine, What is the essence of this thing and how can it best be represented symbolically? 

- mountain hound

  • such a popular prince uuggggghhhhhhhhhh
  • he is so nice and suave with everyone, he doesn’t even try
  • he’ll be playing with puppies in the park and he just has this glow about him.
  • he would wear something like this
  • old ladies bake him cookies every day out of sheer old-lady-niceness
  • his best friend is his main bodyguard Wonwoo
  • he doesn’t speak much, but he is always hovering by mingyu
  • making sure the beautiful prince doesn’t get poisoned, although who would want to poison this beautiful man?
  • anyway
  • one day mingyu is doing his weekly playtime with the stray dogs when he notices something by the fountain
  • more specifically, someone
  • twas you, reader, you beautiful thing, reading
  • you loved reading, all books of all genres and sizes
  • specifically by the fountain
  • the sound of water was relaxing, albeit a bit risky to enjoy
  • so mingyu sees the radiant peasant goddess that is you and is thunderstruck
  • he has seen many princesses, ladies, and duchesses, but no one is so lovely, so peaceful, so radiant as you
  • needless to say, he is enchanted with you.
  • he slowly works up the courage to leave the puppies and talk to you
  • little did he know how bad of an idea this was
  • you see, dear reader, you didn’t really understand what the big yahoo was about this dear prince Mingyu
  • so when he comes to bother you at the fountain, you aren’t too happy
  • not only did he bother you during your favorite book during you super short break, you aren’t too fond of him
  • but don’t worry, that will all change
  • anyway
  • “what do you want?” you ask sharply
  • he is taken aback
  • he hasn’t been talked to this way before, but he soldiers on
  • “uh, well, you see,” he gets all flustered, his ears get a little red
  • you roll your eyes and get back to reading
  • mingyu is not dumb, he knows when he has been dismissed, and walks away without another word to you
  • but mingyu is not a wimpy prince, and he will not back down
  • he sends wonwoo to go around and try to get information about you
  • he found out that you are a servant for a wealthy lord in town and spend all your break time at the fountain reading
  • Mingyu can’t stop thinking about you
  • he wants to get to know you, all your likes and dislikes, everything
  • but you won’t talk to him while he is a prince
  • but that doesn’t stop him
  • one day he just sits next to you on the fountain
  • “sooo, what is your favorite book?” he asks
  • you’re silent for a very long time
  • mingyu fears he said something wrong
  • finally he speaks
  • “I like’The Modern Prometheus’“ you murmur
  • mingyu nods, making a note to read it
  • then you keep going, naming a bunch of books you like
  • mingyu starts to fear that you might never stop to take a breath
  • you do
  • mingyu is slightly overwhelmed
  • only slightly
  • you look over at mingyu and realize that he is till there
  • you give him a slight smile
  • “thanks for sticking around,” you muse
  • Mingyu is blinded by your gentle yet awesome radiance
  • he sees angels singing
  • then he just keeps giving you this blank look
  • “you don’t read much do you?”
  • mingyu honestly shook his head no
  • that got a little chuckle out of you
  • “don’t worry, we’ll work on it,” you told him
  • mingyu nodded enthusiastically
  • you smiled and closed your book, getting up to leave
  • “read some of those books,” you say before walking away
  • mingyu is all heart eyes
  • he runs back to his castle to go read the books you mentioned
  • he doesn’t come back until he does
  • it’s two weeks until you see him again
  • he is sitting at the fountain waiting for you grinning proudly
  • “i read all the books” he announced.
  • you rolled your eyes and sat down next to him and plan to ignore him until when he starts talking
  • he talks about the books and his favorite parts and how much he loved them
  • you’re so surprised you just start talking to him about the books
  • you actually spend more time than you had planned to talking to him
  • and it was GLORIOUS
  • finally the sun went down and you realized that you were going to be in big, big trouble
  • you stood up and left mingyu there, looking at you like an abandoned puppy
  • you sighed and shook your head
  • “we’ll talk later, okay?” you said before running off
  • your master was not happy but after many apologies he just sent you back to work
  • mingyu spent his free time reading up on your master and gathering information from wonwoo
  • and to be fair, he wasn’t a bad master, just your regular rich middle-aged man with a family.
  • one day mingyu happens to hear that your lord is visiting the castle on business
  • and he is soooooo happy
  • he starts preparing for something special~~~~~~
  • the day you arrive with your master comes around
  • he is welcomed splendidly
  • you enter through the servant’s quarters, of course
  • and you are unpacking when you hear running footsteps and panting in the background
  • there you see a sweating, panting mingyu (im crying at the image it’s so beautiful TTwTT)
  • “what are you doing here?” you asked hurriedly, while he grins at you devillishly
  • “come with me” he answers
  • “what?”
  • he doesn’t bother responding and just straight up kidnaps you
  • he grabs your hand and pulls you with him
  • you protest all the while
  • he runs down hall after hall, down the giant maze that is the castle
  • eventually he stops
  • in front of two doors
  • “a very special few have seen what you’re about to see,” he murmured
  • you start getting a little nervous
  • he opens the doors and inside are books
  • a giant libray, the likes of which you have never seen before
  • think of the biggest library you can then throw it out because this one is bigger
  • thats how big it is
  • needless to say, you are speechless
  • you needed to pick your jaw up from the floor
  • you looked at mingyu, who is smiling at you crookedly
  • “like it?” he asks
  • “like it? i… i love it!” you reply breathlessly
  • mingyu nods, obviously pleased with himself
  • “i love you” he says simply
  • you turn towards him
  • “what?”
  • his face turns red
  • uh oh
  • he thinks he made a bad move
  • “i… uhh…” he stammered
  • you walk over to him and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek
  • “i dunno about love, but you’re pretty sweet, and this library is yours, soooo…” you reply cheekily before wandering off into the library
  • mingyu stands there speechless for a while
  • and i don’t wanna spoil anything, buuuuuuuut……
  • you may be the future queen ;3

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 1,672ish
T/W: Smut!
A/N: Okay, I blame Adorable Anon for bringing up Lin’s mouth.

Kicking your heels off at the front door you slowly made your way to the bedroom. It had to be at least 11 o’clock at night. You were completely over the dress you were in. Your hair fell messily around your face as you took out the bobby pins. Feeling entirely drained you slipped off your dress and fell face first onto your bed, feet dangling off. You didn’t notice your husband walk into the room. He stood in the doorway for a moment to take you in, he saw you huff, continuing to lay facedown. 

“How was the work party?” he asked.

You mumbled into the mattress. To which he chuckled and sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing up and down the back of your thigh. Feeling the soft, thin fabric of your stockings against his finger tips. It was a bit humorous to see you flopped onto the mattress in a fancy pair of matching underwear and stockings, but he tried his best to be serious. 

“What happened?” he tried again, looking back at you. 

“Well, for starters,” you crossed your arms, turning your head to the side, so you could see him, “remember that old guy? Yeah, well he was there and he wouldn’t stop making comments at me. Oh, and then I had to listen to all of Maria’s issues, which, fine whatever. But then oh, then, Charles pointed out how short I was even in heels and everybody thought it was funny and wouldn’t let it go…”

“Aww, well, I like that you’re short,” Alex smiled, turning back to you, “I’ll tell Laurens to go after Lee, he’s been wanting to for a while anyways.” 

“Thanks,” you managed a smile for a second, “It’s just really stressful. You know how I don’t like parties. They make me feel…I dunno.”

You let out another big huff, crawling to the middle of the bed, and laying on your back, bending your knees a little. Resting a hand on your forehead you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. Alex bit his lip getting an idea. He crawled in between your legs, hooking an arm under your already bent leg. His fingertips stroked the side of your thigh. Kissing the inside of it. Sighing again, you enjoyed that. 

“Maybe I can make you feel a little better?” he said in a tone that let you know exactly what he meant. 

Lifting your head, you glanced down at him, perfectly situated between your legs, you stroked a hand through his hair, “What’re you thinking?”

“I am thinking about how sexy my bride looks, and how I could help her feel better, because she deserves to feel like a goddess,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow. 

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all night,” you rested your head back against the pillows, “and trust me I’ve heard a lot….do your magic Mr. Hamilton.”

With one last sigh, you closed your eyes. Alex quickly got to work. Kissing softly along the inside of your left thigh, before starting on the other one. He slid your panties off painfully slow, and then your stockings were next, individually, kissing down your thigh, feeling his hand caress your calf as he took them off. While he worked on your lower half, you managed to unclasp your bra and toss it to the side. Returning to you, his arms hooked under your thighs, hands ghosting across your hips. 

“I love you,” he told you. 

“I love you t-” gasping before you could finish as Alex placed a succulent kiss to your clit. 

That was the exact answer he was looking for.

“Nice to see you can use that mouth for something other than arguing with Jefferson,” you bit your lip, glancing down to see him giving you a glare as he arched his eyebrow.

You giggled, laying back down. He slid his tongue along your folds. You smiled, letting a moan slip out, feeling your lover swirl his tongue around your clit before kissing and sucking at you. Sliding his tongue inside you without warning, you squeaked a little, flinching your legs before relaxing them at the sensation. You rolled your shoulder blades, beginning to tighten your grasp on the sheets. Your breathing became quicker as he worked his magic. His nose bumped against your clit as he devoured your pussy, and you couldn’t help but gasp, feeling your first wave of an orgasm rise in your core. 

“Mmm, Alex,” you moaned, arching your back a little. 

You held out for maybe a few seconds more, but once he brought a hand down to rub hard and quick circles around your clit, you lost it. Pushing your hips down into the mattress, he helped you ride out your orgasm. You clawed at the sheets, starting to shake a little. Trying to squeeze your legs closed, his arms pulled them apart, and you loved the feeling, his fingertips pressing hard against your skin while he lapped at you. As you came down from your high, he placed slow sensual kisses against you, letting you catch your breath. 

“Hmm,” you breathed, pulling your hips back a bit, “That was beautiful, Alex.”

“I’m not done yet,” Alex said, tightening his grasp and sliding you closer to him. 

“Wh-what?” you asked looking down at him. 

As you finished your word, Alex pushed two fingers into you, making you drop your jaw and toss your head back. He came above you a little, his mouth closed around your nipple, sucking at the tender skin. Your hands immediately found his hair and his shoulder. Running a hand through his raven hair, you tangled your fingers in it, enjoying the pleasure. The only sound that filled the room were your moans and his fingers pumping in and out of your wet pussy. His right hand ran up your side, creating a shiver to spread across your skin and become more aroused. 

“Alex-” you moaned, starting to pushed your hips down against his fingers, with that he found a new angle to hit.

He could tell it was a sweet spot by the way you gripped his hair a little harder. Your other hand rubbed up and down his bicep. He flicked his tongue against your nipple, making you press up against him more. Your breathing was shallow and erotic. Pressing his tongue flat against you, before removing his mouth from your skin. He ducked back down to kitten lick your clit, along with sliding his fingers in and out of you. His other hand reached up to intertwine with yours. You gladly took his hand, squeezing it tightly. 

“Baby, mmm, Alex?” you whined. 

He simply responded with a little hum. You closed your legs at the sensation of his vibration against you. The beautiful sounds you were making made him determined to pleasure you as much as possible. He added another finger making you gasp for air. Your other hand found it’s way into his hair again. Letting go of his hand, you grazed your fingertips farther down his forearm, finding that one prominent vein, you stroked it, as he pushed his fingers harder and deeper into you adding a curl, making you jolt a little. 

“Oh God- oh God,” you fumbled to find his hand again, lacing your fingers with his, as the pleasure washed over you.

This one hit you out of nowhere, and hit hard. You thought you were shaking earlier, you were really shaking now. Toes curling as you brought your knees up higher. Your chest heaved, removing your hand from his hair to gently squeeze at your breast to get more stimulation. You pushed your chest up arching your back. He glanced up to see you, eyes closed lips parted, chest rising and falling. He sucked at your clit, still pumping his fingers in at out. 

“Ah- Alexander!” you screamed, vision starting to go white from the intensity of your orgasm.

You bucked your hips as you felt your entire body shake. He smiled against you, continuing his motion all the way through your orgasm. You soon sunk breathless into the mattress, Alex removed his fingers from you, while you attempted to slow your breathing. Opening your eyes, you saw him licking his fingers clean from your slick juices. He laid beside you, you closed your eyes, biting your lip. A soft blush rose to your cheeks. 

“What? What’s that for?” Alex asked softly, brushing some hair out of your face. 

You turned your head to face him, eyeing his bare chest. You rolled onto your side, holding his hand in yours, you brought it up to your lips, kissing his knuckles, before looking up at him. You ran your other hand down the outside of his forearm, feeling those beautiful veins you bit your lip. Looking at him through your eyelashes, he smiled. 

“You didn’t get anything,” you whined, feeling a little bad for getting all the pleasure. 

“You needed it tonight,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “hearing you moan my name is enough for me.”

You gave him a soft smile, rubbing your thumb across the top of his hand. 

“I don’t know how you do it, Alexander,” you whispered, shaking your head, “you can make me feel like heaven, when just earlier I wanted to cry.”

“Like you said, it’s magic,” he winked before capturing your lips into a kiss.

Alexander let you get ready for bed, knowing you were tired. He waited for you on his side of the bed. Smiling when he saw you in your cute little pajama tank top and matching shorts he had gotten you one birthday, long before you were married. Yawning as you crawled into bed, you curled right up next to him, feeling the heat of his skin against you. He turned off the light, wrapping his arms around you. Your finger tips ghosted softly against shoulder blades. 

“Thanks for tonight,” you said, nuzzling against him, “you make me feel so good.”

“Anytime, my goddess.”

In my totally biased and non-academic, admittedly simplified opinion Inanna is the best fucking goddess in all of ancient history and this is a list of why you should look her up:

  • She’s the Mesopotamian (specifically Sumerian) goddess of, amongst other things, both love/sex and war. As you can imagine, this dichotomy has lead to some very, uh, interesting mythology surrounding her. (For the record, the Akkadian version of her is Ishtar.)
  • Her depiction is so ridiculously all over the place across the history of ancient Sumer that she just straight up baffles a lot of historians. Some of this likely reflects highly conflicted views of women and femininity in antiquity (she sort of oscillates between positive and negative portrayals, with a lot of highly gendered shit going on). Of course this also means she tends to be WILD AS FUCK in the stories she shows up in.
  • She’s in the Epic of Gilgamesh (well, OK, Ishtar is), and tbh she doesn’t do a whole lot story-wise, it’s sort of a filler episode lbr, but at one point she threatens to RAISE THE DEAD TO DEVOUR PEOPLE because her romantic advances are rejected and her Dad won’t help her get revenge. Now to be fair, going back to that “Inanna was seen negatively a lot, probably bc misogyny”, this is because it’s pointed out all her lovers wind up dying horribly. On the other hand, she threatens to RAISE THE DEAD TO DEVOUR PEOPLE, which seems like an ideal characteristic in any potential romantic partner to me, just saying. That’s fucking metal as hell.
  • She features in a narrative called Inanna’s Descent to the Underworld, which is widely regarded as the earliest attested katabasis narrative. It’s spectacularly weird. It’s got a lot of fucked up imagery, her sister Ereshkigal who rules the underworld, a lot of gods behaving horribly in general, and just. Read it it’s fucking great.
  • There’s a narrative where she basically gets mad at a mountain for being glorious and beautiful because she thinks it’s upstaging her so she straight up fucking kills a mountain. I am not kidding. (Also the word choice for the mountain, due to the way Sumerian works, evokes both the underworld and a fucking dragon.)
  • My point is, Inanna is a goddess who likes boytoys she can later sacrifice to the underworld itself, showing up in evocative poetry, and who gets irrationally angry at mountains, which may also be dragons. What DON’T I love about her.
Daddy!Savitar headcanons

a/n: i’m kinda back……..i can’t really write imagines but i can do headcanons! I thought daddy!Savitar was a good start

  • okay you better believe that my bae Savi wouldn’t know how to handle a kid
  • like you would have to show him how to hold the smol baby
  • he would be hella protective of them 
      • for example, he would cradle them to his chest and they would cling to his trench coat and you would die because that’d be fucking cute and anyone can fight me if they think otherwise
  • reminding me, Savitar would scream ‘fight me’ at the nurses; I just feel it in my gut
  • when you come home, you sometimes will find the baby with the weapon
    • “it’s never too early to learn self defense, my goddess.” “Allen, they’re barely one.”
  • you best know my boy would pamper the fuck outta that kid
  • they would most likely wear all black like he does
  • he would take bubble baths with them
  • Savitar would set up a swing for them in the safe house and stand in front of them while he pushes
  • he would walk around with them on his shoulders
  • feeding them (a bottle then baby food) would secretly be his favorite thing, purely for their reactions
  • he would steal toys for them 24/7
  • speed changing diapers
  • “Papa loves you, baby.”
  • he would definitely take naps with them on his chest
  • hearing their little squeals would make him smile so big; not that anyone would know
  • Savitar being a proud daddy

anonymous asked:

This question have been bothering me in the show, and in nearly every fanfic (well there are few exeptions), after milleniums of gem monsters roaming the earth, even attaking populate areas like beach city, how not a single nation have tried to capture one of those creatures?, tried to study them or "experiment" with them? I bet that any militar powerhouse would want one, have thought of that?

Well, to begin with, ‘capturing’ a Gem monster simply wouldn’t have been an option. Humans would have had such low levels of technology that trying to deliberately seek out and capture one would have been foolhardy at best.

And then, there probably wouldn’t just have been an issue of practicality… but also respect.

That there is a totem pole from Greg’s garage. Cropped out of this image, at the top, is the bird monster from Giant Woman; below we see two fusions, the middle one with Rose’s shield and a sword. This is proof that at least one culture in SUverse worships Gems… and it seems likely that they were far from the only ones.

Imagine it. Every single culture in the world having variations of the myth of the Great War, where goddesses or spirits roamed across the land in pitched battles. A brilliant light in the sky, a terrible song, and those goddesses all transforming into dangerous monsters. Monsters that could create winds, or fires, or storms, who could go invisible or grow extra heads. Monsters who were fought off by a group of Four Warrior Goddesses, who all all remarkably common figures in stories across the world.

Oh, yes, whether worshipped or feared, Gem monsters would be highly respected. And you don’t tend to poke things that you respect with a stick.

As technology advanced and beliefs shifted, no doubt governments and private groups tried to research these monsters and use them. We’ve actually seen evidence of this in canon; in the ice caves in Monster Buddies there’s a skeleton of an explorer, and similar dead bodies are found in Attack the Light, if memory serves. Going into Gem ruins, which seem to be your best bet for finding Gem monsters or technology, is pretty close to a death sentence without super powers.

And hey, even if you do catch a monster and successfully contain it? Enjoy a visit from the Crystal Gems, who make it clear you should never do that again.

Eventually, everyone must have realized when to leave well enough alone. 

Important Hindu Deities

Since Hinduism is often not really talked about in terms of pantheon (”all the rage” is with Greek/Roman/Egyptian, MAYBE Norse, depending on the circle you’re talking to), I wanna take the time to discuss some important deities within the Hinduism pantheon. There are other important ‘mythical’ type figures in Hinduism, so this list does NOT include everyone.

My information for this list was taken from the amazing book The Little Book of Hindu Deities by the great author, Sanjay Patel.

  • Ganesha: Best known for ‘good luck’, Ganesh/Ganesha is often spoken to when someone is asking for good luck. He is the son of Shiva and Parvati. He loves sweets! He is the brother of Karttikeya, and is the son of Shiva and Parvati

The Hindu Trinity (trimurti)

  • Brahma: Creator of the world and all living things, he designed the goddess Sarasvati. She was very shy and when she tried to avoid his gaze, he sprouted another head (coming to four heads in total). He can commonly be seen riding a goose or swan. He is the keeper of the Holy Vedas (the story of how the world was created according to Hinduism)
  • Vishnu: He is known as the ‘invisible protector’. He preserves justice and has 10 avatars. He is very popular in Hinduism
  • Shiva: He is known as a meditator, yogi (someone who acts as an inspiration for all is the simplest way to describe this; the Bhagavad Gita, which is a famous holy piece of text in Hinduism, describes it as: fearlessness, purity of heart, strives for wisdom, studies Hindu scripture, is self disciplined, straight forward, is truthful, does not hold grudges against someone, promotes peace, shows compassion for all creatures, does not exhibit greed, is gentle and modest, is not restless, is forgiving and patient and does not hold onto hatred and is not conceited). Shiva is the god of destruction, transformation, and regeneration. Deer and snakes are often associated with him. He is the dad of Ganesha and Karttikeya and husband to Parvati. He can often be seen with a trident next to him, the trident symbolizing creation, protection, and destruction of the universe

Mahadevi (mother goddess)

  • Sarasvati: Goddess of knowledge and arts, she was the first goddess ever to be worshipped in Hinduism. She is the sister of Lakshmi and Parvati. She is a symbol of being a great thinker, a gifted creator, and an independent woman. It is believed that mortal musicians, artists, writers, and students are part of her family. Her companion is a white swan. She is also NOT interested in romance with others.
  • Durga: Shiva suggested to create a new god, and thus Durga was made. She is known to be pretty, fierce, and a great warrior. Hindus celebrate her with Durga Puja, which is a 10 day celebration. She fights suffering and injustice and brings harmony and kindness. She is known to feed animals and people and is a fearless goddess. She can commonly be found riding on lions or tigers. 
  • Lakshi: She is the goddess of wealth and happiness. The Hindu gods fell in love with her when she emerged from the ocean. Shiva claimed her as his wife, but she was only interested in Vishnu. Shiva also already had a wife, so Lakshi became his consort (life partner). She is known for good luck, but she does NOT have tolerance for those who wish to use her for money (such as luck with gambling). Lakshi is known to gift prosperity and often carries an ancient symbol of well being. 
  • Parvati: Parvati has numerous names: Uma, Guari, and Shakti. She was born into royalty. She fell in love with Shiva and visited him often, gifting him with flowers and fruit. Shiva, however, was deep into meditation and never noticed her. Parvati grew extremely frustrated and threw herself into seclusion, going into her own meditation. She wanted to create enough energy from the meditation to force Shiva to noticed her. It worked and he accepted her as his wife. Parvati is the mother of Ganesha and Karttikeya. Parvati is the goddess of fertility, love, divine strength, and devotion.
  • Sita: Sita is said to be made from the earth and be the child of an earth deity because of that. She is an avatar of the goddess Lakshmi. Sita was kidnapped from her beloved. When she was returned to her husband, Rama, people questioned her “purity”. To prove it, she walked through fire, and remarkably, she went unscathed! 
  • Kali: Known as the “black one”, Kali is known to encompass paradoxes. She is not the goddess death (this is a common misconception with her). However, she is the goddess of time, liberation, and is considered to be a loving mother goddess to her devotees. An extremely fierce fighter, Kali defeated a supposedly ”unbeatable” enemy that was causing the other Hindu gods trouble!

Animal Gods

  • Nagas: they were semi-divine beings and were commonly depicted as half-cobra and half-human (and handsome!). Nagas held a dual identity - semidivine and semidemonic. They were known to protect the Earth’s treasures. They were commonly seen as symbols of creation, life, and fertility. They were known to help the Hindu gods on different quests and sheltered Buddha from a terrible storm.
  • Garuda: Known of the kind of birds, he moved at the speed of light! Garuda was known as the messenger to rely messages between gods and humans. He is also known to have a huge appetite. So much so, that Vishnu asked him if he wanted to peck at his arm and eat his flesh. Garuda attempted to peck him, but saw that the god’s skin was impenetrable, and realized he was asked a question by a god! Since this incident, Garuda promised to serve Vishnu
  • Hanuman: He is the son of Vayu and is known as the Monkey King. He can greatly expand his size or shrink to a very small size. He is known to be strong, clever, loyal, and a very faithful friend. He was good friends with Rama (an incarnation of Vishnu). Rama had a younger brother, named Lakshmana, who was injured in battle. Hanuman went to find herbs to help him heal, but was unsure of what to grab. To rectify this situation, he brought the whole mountain of what the herbs were on! 
  • Surabi: She is the mother of all cows. She is a symbol of abundance, nonviolence, respect, prosperity, generosity, help purifies bodies, and blesses people with good health. According to Indian law (India), cows can NOT be harmed. 

I have left off the 10 avatars of Vishnu, demigods, the nine planets, and summaries of some important holy texts in Hinduism. I felt like this list served as a good general introduction to the Hinduism pantheon. This list was NOT supposed to be an ‘in depth’ review of the Hindu pantheon! Again, much thanks to The Little Book of Hindu Deities by the great author, Sanjay Patel.

what god would your character be

Travis: Carnal Pleasure And all will worship me

Marisha: I mean, I’m voice of the tempest, so possibly… weather.

Taliesin: Well, Percy has a long history of order, putting things where they belong, so probably something like that.

Ashley: I mean probably a god of love and kindness and blah blah blah

Sam: I mean, if there’s a god of aerated wine, I would probably be that.

Liam: i’m gunning for your job right now (laura: oh, you mean the raven queen?)

Laura: i don’t know, the goddess of… commerce and all things sparkly? 

Matt: the god of naps and free time. 

In-Laws From Hell - Dick Grayson x Reader

Prompt: Could you do one where the reader is Dick’s s/o but all the other batboys don’t like her cuz she takes up Dick’s time and the s/o tries really hard to get them to like her but they don’t realize and when the do realize they feel really bad for being mean to her

“Don’t worry [Y/N]. They’re going to love you.” Dick reassured as he guided you towards the grand imposing mansion.

“Yeah you say that but I’m getting different vibes from your brothers. I really don’t think they like me.” You said. Dick didn’t argue with you and instead brought you closer to him and tenderly kissed your forehead. Somehow that wasn’t as comforting as it should be.

At first, the time you and Dick spent with his brothers was fairly uneventful, cold, but they were polite enough to you. Eventually you felt the need for a quick moment to yourself to breath so you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. You took a few moments to yourself and dabbed some cold water on your flaming cheeks. They hadn’t said anything overly rude to you but you could tell that they weren’t fond of you either. You wondered what you could possibly say to make them change their mind about you. After a few minutes you figured you had to come out of hiding, even if you were still as lost as when you had entered.

“I just don’t see the appeal.” Damian said. “All she does talk incessantly and hog your attention. Why are you even still with her? I would have thought the novelty would have worn off by now.”

“She isn’t exactly the type of girl you’re usually into. I just don’t see this thing or whatever it is lasting.” You heard Jason say. You stopped immediately in your tracks. The things they were saying preyed on your every insecurity. You had always thought these things but Dick always reassured you that none of these things were true. That didn’t stop their words from stinging.

“Enough!” Dick said forcefully. “I love [Y/N], nothing you say will change that. If you actually gave her a chance you might see what giant assholes you’re being.” He continued. You leaned your head against the wall and tried to wipe away your tears. Right now, you just wanted to be anywhere but year but you had no idea how to escape this hell. The room fell silent after Dick’s words.

“I’m going to propose to her soon. The least you could do is act like you’re trying to be nice.” Dick continued. Your heart clenched at his confession and your throat tightened making it hard to breathe. Hearing your boyfriend say that he wants to marry you should be a happy moment but all you could think about was how his family couldn’t stand you. You needed to get out of here.

Unfortunately the only way out was through the room that you wanted to avoid. You squared your shoulders and swallowed your and strode through the room straight to the door. You didn’t make eye contact with anyone but it was clear that they all knew you had heard their conversation.

“[Y/N]!” Dick cried as you made a beeline for the door. He ran after you leaving his brothers in various degrees of shame. You didn’t care to look back, you just wanted to be alone with your thought far away from here.

“[Y/N]! Please wait!” Dick pleaded, catching up to you and catching your hand.

“It’s never going to work Dick. You family hates me.” You said, tears streaming freely down your face. Dick took you in his arms and hugged you close to his chest, gently stroking your hair.

“Don’t say that, [Y/N]. They don’t hate you it’s just …” Dick reassured.

“Just what? What could I possibly be doing wrong to make them hate me so much?” You demanded.

“They’re just wary because our relationship isn’t normal.” He tried to explain before realizing that he didn’t word that sentence in the most tactful way.

“Not normal?” You asked incredulously, pushing him away from you.

“That’s not what I meant. You have to understand that my past relationships -” He argued before you cut him off.

“Yeah, you dated tall orange alien goddesses and fucking superheros. I get it. I’m not on your level.” You said, stepping out of his arms and turning away from him so that he wouldn’t see just how much pain all this was causing you. Dick tried to pull you back into his arms but you stepped away from him.

“If anyone isn’t deserving, it’s me [Y/N]. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He said reaching out to take your hand. You let him slip his fingers through yours. “I know this doesn’t make up for anything but the reason they’re so wary of you is because people who live normal and healthy lives don’t usually stick around after they realize that they won’t ever get to have a normal life with us.”

“They’re waiting for me to bolt?” You asked. Dick didn’t answer but silently nodded. A sharp moment of silence fell between you before you grabbed his face and crashed your lips onto his. The kiss took him by surprise but he easily wrapped his arms around you, melting into your embrace.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You said when you pulled away. Dick smiled and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I never doubted it for a single second.” He responded.

“So that thing you said back there about -?” You started to ask.

“I have a ring and everything.” He responded.

“You do?”

“Yup. Too bad you won’t get to see it until I propose to you for real.” He said with a smile before lightly touching your nose with his fingertip.

“And when will that be?”

“I guess you’ll just have to find out.” Dick said with a wink.