1. Pick a place for the altar. This can be a shelf in a closet if you want it to be discreet, a bathroom counter, or my personal favourite it setting it up on a vanity if you have one.
2. Stick to an Aphrodite colour scheme. Think pinks, reds, sea foam blue, and gold. I use a pink scarf from the dollar store as an altar cloth.
3. Have something in the middle to represent Aphrodite. This doesn’t need to be an expensive statue. Some ideas include
- An old barbie
- a picture of Aphrodite you printed off from the internet
- any photo of a woman you find beautiful
- a figure you made yourself
4. Have an offering bowl or dish of some sort in front of your Aphrodite representation. The thrift store is a perfect place to get this. I found an iridescent seashell dish for $2.
5. Decorate! This part is the most fun. Stick to things that represent Aphrodite. This may include:
- a vase of roses (fake ones are honestly best since they don’t die)
- alternatively you can get some potpourri with dried roses
- make up and jewelry, especially pearls
- anything with hearts (check out the dollar store around valentines day)
- seashells or anything ocean related
- Doves, swans, rabbits, bees, and dolphins are all favoured my Aphrodite (avoid pigs, she hates them)
- Fairy lights or pink Christmas lights
- Get a few small pieces of rose quartz if you can
- Really anything beautiful (think flowers of any kind, snow globes, antique music or jewelry boxes)
- You can also create a collage of beautiful pictures on the wall behind the altar
6. Maintain your altar. Try not to be disrespectful by letting it get too messy. Keep it looking nice and every once in while take the altar cloth off, wash it, and spray the surface down with some rose water if possible.
“Crane?” Abbie called out, unable
to find her fellow Witness in between the shelves at his favorite
bookstore. He was usually easier to find than this, sticking mainly to one section but today, he must have gone exploring. She called
out for a him a few more times before she turned the corner to find
him in the self-help section.
He was completely engrossed in the book
he was reading and didn’t even notice when she approached him. She
could see the title plain as day when he finally looked over the top
of the book and saw her standing there.
The Art of the Kiss.
According to the few lines she could
catch on the back cover before he crammed it in place on the shelf, it
covered such things as learning how to French kiss all the way to
actual art that featured kissing. It seemed pretty inclusive and
judging by the flush rising to Crane’s cheeks, pretty embarrassing to
get caught reading if you were a grown man with no one to kiss presently.
“This is not what it seems,” he
stammered, moving so he was standing in front of the section of books
he had been focused so intently on that he didn’t even hear her call
“What is it then?” Abbie asked,
reaching around him for a copy of the book. She grabbed it and
starting flipping through it. It was all rather lovely, actually.
There were men kissing women. Women kissing women. Men kissing men.
And art… from everyone’s favorite dorm room poster, The Kiss by
Klimt to Pygmalion kissing Galatea in a work by Jean-Léon
“I was just curious,” Crane said,
his hands now behind him as he stood there, not looking at the book
as she flipped through the pages.
“Truth be told, it has been a while
since I kissed someone… besides my wife…” Crane started to say,
sort of mumbling through his sentence.
“Yeah, I remember. I saw a few of
those kisses,” Abbie said, trying not cringe too hard at the
“She and I weren’t getting along all that
well then, as you remember… anyway, it’s been a while and I didn’t
know if things were different now… if the occasion should present
itself where I would be… kissing someone… again… if things… I
don’t know,” he said, still not looking at her or the book.
“A kiss is just a kiss,” Abbie
said, laughing just a little at all of this. “The fundamental
things apply, Crane.”
“Don’t mock me,” he said, looking
at her seriously. “This concerns… you.”
“What now? How?” Abbie asked.
He took the book out of her hands and
set it aside before putting a hand on each of her shoulders and
pulling her just a little bit closer. She wanted to tip her face up
to look at him but before she could, he kissed the top of her head.
Just a soft, gentle kiss. When he backed away slightly, she looked up
at him, gazing into his eyes. His breathing was no longer as steady
as it had been and as they looked at each other, they both breathed
in and out, opposite of the other. Her heart started racing and she
wasn’t sure how this turned into this so quickly but here they were,
in a little bookstore, about to share their first kiss. At least she
hoped he had the nerve to do it.
She stood up on her tiptoes and he
stood with his legs just so that he could kiss her forehead now. He
put his forehead against hers and they just stared into each other’s
eyes, still breathing. She wasn’t sure how she was still breathing
but she was.
He kissed her.
He kissed her and it was everything she
had hoped for.
Just long enough so she could commit to
memory the taste of him. Short enough to make her want more.
And she got more. She pulled his face
down and showed him how she liked to be kissed. Yes, books were one
thing but nothing beat practice. Her fingers twisted in his long
hair, holding him close as her tongue parted his lips.
They were in a public place but yet
somehow she had let this get far enough that he parted her thighs
with a knee and she was rubbing against him as they kissed. His hands
held her tight around her waist and the world was spinning… like
she was some girl getting her first kiss all over again.
She was, sort of. The first first kiss
that was going to matter for the rest of her life. The last first
kiss she ever planned to have.
“Abbie,” he said, pulling away from
her, and licking his rosy lips. His face was completely flushed now
and she didn’t want to stop but knew that they couldn’t continue this
“Yes?” she asked, trying to catch
“I don’t think we’re going to need to
buy that book,” he said and she laughed.
“No… I don’t think so. But what
else do they have in here…” she asked, turning around in his arms
and looking at the books on the shelves. Hard to believe that some of
these were in print now, what with the internet acting as everyone’s
guide these days.
“I don’t think we’re going to need
any of these books, Abbie,” he said, pushing her hair aside,
leaning in, and kissing her neck. She tilted her head to the side and
he continued to place tender kisses across her jaw line and every
inch of uncovered skin he could reach, taking a moment to suck on her
earlobe. She shivered from the sensation and couldn’t wait for his
mouth to explore all of her.
“Yeah. I’m pretty sure we can
manage,” Abbie said, turning around and kissing him once more
before staring into his eyes again. “We can manage just fine.”
All of these are SFW. A mixture that will work for either kid or adult characters. Some can also be used just for buddies! :)
-”So I’m waiting for my mum to come back to the video game store because I need her to loan me some money, and you’re over there helping your little sister to reach a game that’s obviously for five year olds and holy crap is that my favourite video game on your shirt it looks kinda like my shirt only better” au
-”I hate this lesson we’re in and crap I messed up AGAIN ugh hey you’re next to me so sorry but do you know what the hell I have to do’ au
-”You live next door to me and I keep hearing you yelling and one day I go to tell you to keep it down and oh my god you’re yelling because you’re watching/playing my favourite video game/anime” au
-”I’ve been kinda depressed lately and I tried to hide it, but apparently you noticed. So you’ve been sneaking notes with happy messages on them under my door/on my locker/around my stuff and that’s really sweet and I want to be your friend because that helped me but I don’t know who you are” au
-”As if I didn’t already not want to go to this movie/play/whatever the idiot working on the seating accidentally placed me really far away from my family and now I’m next to you and hey you hate this as well cool oh you’re into the same stuff I like wanna be friends” au
-”My parents signed me up for this cheap low-rate art/science/whatever club and I’m sitting next to you and well hey it’s a partner activity and neither of us know anybody here so how about we go together” au
-”Our idiot mutual friends roped us into going out together” au
-”This Valentine’s Day I left a ton of meme-based ecards I printed off the internet on a bunch of people’s lockers/pinboards/whatever as a joke, but you took it seriously and sent one back, and we’re sending them to each other and my god your sense of humour is exactly like mine and we’ve started to leave more personal messages on them, whoa at what point did I fall for you” au
-”We follow each other’s anonymous blogs on tumblr about a trashy thing that we’d get teased for liking, so I caught you on your phone reading tumblr and oh my god how come you’re reading that? Wait crap don’t freak out about it I’m sorry THAT’S MY BLOG I LOVE THIS TRASHY THING TOO” au
-”You live next to me and you keep playing my favourite music at really high volume and one day I just decided to duet with you and when the song was over you turned off the music and screamed ‘WHO THE HELL ARE YOU’ and I guess we’re friends now lol” au
-”My asshole boyfriend didn’t show up on our date but you ran over and pretended you were going out with me and were all like ‘hey, my name’s *insert person A’s name*, what’s yours?’ so I said ‘I’m *insert person B’s name*. What the hell are you doing?’ and you were all ‘okay I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend because your dickheaded excuse for one isn’t coming and this place is pretty dangerous when it comes to creeps and flirting’ and oh my god thank you so much hey you’re actually pretty nice, here’s my number” au
-”You’re in one of my classes and I don’t know you very well but one day you yelled out a quote from my favourite game/movie/tv/anime/book/etc and nobody got it and I felt bad for you so I continued the joke and we kept it going and wow I thought I was the only person who knew about that” au
-”Some asshole just knocked my stuff out of my arms/tipped over my entire desk/tripped me over on purpose/etc and you’re helping me to pick it all up wow thanks gee you’re cute what’s your name” au
-”I’ve just broken up with my girl/boyfriend of several years and I’m devastated and you’re my platonic best friend of all time and you’re comforting me and before I know it welp you’re hugging me well hey this is nice I like this” au
I think that’s enough for now but if I think of anything else, I’ll add some more! Reblog this with any of your own if you have something good to add!
My weekend didn’t start well at all. Between the storm, being out of ink to print my papers, our internet provider cutting our line before the end of the contract, more storm – heck. I nearly spent the whole day on this damned presentation on visually impaired people, for my applied linguistics class. Don’t see the link? Me neither. (And I’m still not done.) (Pro: I had enough time to make one hell of a banana bread while lost in the countryside with no internet.)
I had no intentions of writing anything for Miraculous Ladybug, but I made the mistake of going to the grocery store after reading all those Teacher AU asks. By the time I returned home, I had bread, ice cream, and this entire idea mapped out in my head.
So here’s 1500 words of Miraculous Ladybug, Teacher AU style