the restless earth

Writers are the most restless creatures on earth. Their thoughts don’t allow them to stay at peace. Their eagerness to record it down before its lost or forgotten makes them engaged - be it in the middle of a night or be it in the middle of a crowd. You will find them engrossed and busy taking down notes and rearranging sentences, making pain staking efforts to find the right words to hit home the idea which is boiling up inside their heads.
Common Animal Associations in Witchcraft

Ants - Patience, stamina, planning, perseverance, organization, self-discipline, teamwork, energy, and patience.

Bats - Rebirth, accessing past lives, new ideas, transition, initiation, changes for the better, moon magic, understanding grief, and the ability to observe unseen.

Bears - Introspection, healing and inner knowledge, wisdom, defense, revenge, change, death and rebirth, communication with spirit, solitude, power, mother cunning, healer, gentle strength, transformation, astral travel, strength, unconscious mind, grounding, inner energy of the soul, earth magic, and facing fears.

Beavers - Building, gathering, persistence, shaping, and structure.

Bees - Female warrior energy, reincarnation, communication with the dead, service, gathering, community, connection to the Goddess Diana, helping earth-bound spirits move on to their proper place, concentration, and prosperity.

Birds - Associated with death and transitions, unity, freedom, and individuality.

Butterflies/Caterpillars - Transformation, reincarnation, balance, grace.

Cats - Wholeness, guardians, independence, seeing the unseen, cleverness, a balancing of energies, moon magic, mystic powers, grace, understanding mystery, cleansing, and purification.

Chickens - Power of voice, language, seeking answers, sunrise magick, Protection of family and community, Hearing your inner voice.

Chipmunks - Gathering, mobility, frugal living, and the ability to see both light and shadow.

Cows - Economy, connection to the earth, wealth and prosperity, and patience.

Deer - Gentleness, body awareness, kindness, gracefulness, sensitivity, peace, unconditional love, alertness, recognition of outside influences, innocence and earth magic.

Dogs - Family, wisdom, loyalty, protection, companionship, faithfulness, warnings, and earth and moon magic.

Donkeys - Stubbornness, ability to make decisions, intuition.

Ducks - Water energy and logic.

Elks - Stamina, strength, pride, power, majesty, agility, freedom, and nobility.

Ferrets - Information, seeing truth behind the facade.

Fish - Abundance, fertility, children, harmony, regeneration, love, and mind/emotion balance.

Foxes - Elusiveness, cleverness, feminine courage, subtlety, discretion, agility, cunning, slyness, fire magic, and intelligence.

Frogs - Healing, transformation, cleansing, understanding emotions, and connection with water element.

Goats - Independence, confidence, tenacity, diligence, flexibility, healing and sun magic, abundance, and agility.

Horses - Power, stability and courage, Astral travel, protection, freedom, power, travel, and earth and moon magic.

Mice - Scrutiny, innocence, faith, trust, shyness, quietness, details, and earth magic.

Owls - Deception, wisdom, truth, patience, insight, darkness, and air magic.

Pigs - Truth, earth magick, past life knowledge, intelligence, and cunning.

Rabbits - Fear, faith, alertness, nurturing, conquering fear, safety, innocence, fertility, movement, sensitivity, luck, and moon magic.

Rats - Abundant reproduction, shrewdness, adaptability, success, social, restlessness, earth magic, stealth, and defense.

Sheep - Balance, confidence, fertility, courage, new beginnings, abundance, and assurance.

Snails - Perseverance and Determination.

Snakes - Transmutation, primitive or elemental energy, power, sexual potency. sensuality, shrewdness, and transformation.

Spiders - Shape-shifting, wisdom, creativity, divine inspiration, fate, illusion, feminine energy, and industry.

Squirrels - Discovery, change, trust, resourcefulness, balance in giving and receiving, awareness, sociability, playfulness, preparation, activity, energy, and earth magic.

Wolves - Wisdom, protection, shadow work, guidance, instinct, intelligence, success, perseverance, stability, loyalty, independence, spirit, freedom, guardianship, and earth and moon magic.

what other element i think the signs could be

Aries: Water. Intense, emotional, and protective.
Taurus: Water. Caring, affectionate, romantic.
Gemini: Fire. Friendly, enthusiastic, restless.
Cancer: Earth. Protective, generous, reliable.
Leo: Earth. Stubborn, loyal, independent.
Virgo: Air. Rational, logical, analytical.
Libra: Water. Gentle, considerate, imaginative. 
Scorpio: Fire. Intense, passionate, strong.
Sagittarius: Air. Curious, open minded, original.
Capricorn: Fire. Ambitious, natural leader, determined.
Aquarius: Earth. Logical, values friendships, steadfast.
Pisces: Air. Detached, creative, gets easily lost in their thoughts.

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You can never be fully satisfied with anything on this earth, because complete satisfaction in transitory things is an impossible standard. To look for it is futile. There will always be something missing. And if you hold people or systems or churches to that curve: you have already damned yourself on the same curve. When I try to be satisfied by any manmade system, no matter how good its intent, I will always come up short. I will always be restless on this earth. I think it’s unfair to squeeze the burden of my satisfaction from any one sermon, preacher, or church building.
—  J. S. Park, excerpt from this post

Endless List of Favorites

→ myth figures: Cain and Abel

“The Lord said, ‘What have you done? Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.Now you are under a curse and driven from the ground, which opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand. When you work the ground, it will no longer yield its crops for you.You will be a restless wanderer on the earth.” - Genesis 4:1-26 

Mercury Signs as Within Temptation Lyrics
  • Aries Mercury: "Someone has to take a stand against evil/Why should it not be me?" - Why Not Me
  • Taurus Mercury: "I hear a laugh, it awoke my soul/The wind takes the leaves where he/Wants them to go" - The Dance
  • Gemini Mercury: "We've been seeing what you wanted, got us cornered right now/Fallen asleep from our vanity, might cost us our lives" - The Howling
  • Cancer Mercury: "But it’s all we want,/And it's all that we’re fighting for/But it’s not paradise" - Paradise (What About Us?)
  • Leo Mercury: "Why, why does fate make us suffer/There's a curse between us, between me and you" - What Have You Done?
  • Virgo Mercury: "Give me strength to face the truth, the doubt within my soul/No longer I can justify the bloodshed in his name" - The Truth Beneath The Rose
  • Libra Mercury: "It's so easy to destroy and condemn/The ones you do not understand/Do you ever wonder if it's justified" - Destroyed
  • Scorpio Mercury: "It's in your eyes, what's on your mind/I fear your smile and the promise inside" - A Dangerous Mind
  • Sagittarius Mercury: "You’ve been playing my mind through my wishes./You can feel that we’re haunting the truth./Don't know why, can't hold on, always losing control (losing control)." - In the Middle of the Night
  • Capricorn Mercury: "If we can't restrain the beast which dwells inside/it will find it's way somehow, somewhere in time" - Our Solemn Hour
  • Aquarius Mercury: "Past and present are one in her head/you're the ghost haunting through her heart." - Restless
  • Pisces Mercury: "There's a strange kind of ambiance,/it's surrounding you/As a songstress you lure me,/towards the truth"- Deep Within
The Virgo Complex-Part 3

Hades/Persephone AU

Pairing: Michael and Y/N

Summary: Do you love me enough to let me go? Do you love me enough to set me free? Do I love you enough to think twice? Our love is eternal, though maybe only half that long.

A/N: Final part of  my fic based on the greek legend of Hades and Persephone but a lot will be different from the original to fit this story. Happy reading :)

|Part One| |Part Two|

~Approx. 3k words~

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You had been a captive in the underworld for a few weeks now, a mere blink in the eye for an immortal, but you suspected that wasn’t the only reason the days were no longer dragging by. He had become much more kind to you than he had the first day. You often found the gemstone flowers hidden around the kingdom in places you knew he put them just for you to find, complete with poems that he had handwritten. The inky scrawl was no work of Apollo, but it was lovely still.

Despite how much better your stay in the underworld had gotten, you couldn’t help but feel bitter about your captivity. You missed the sky and the bees and the beautiful rivers that you used to have endless access to. You missed your nymph friends and your mother and the rare beauty of Mount Olympus.

You contemplated this as you picked over your meal. You could feel Michael’s eyes on you, his harsh stare something you were no longer afraid of.

“You don’t eat, my love? You stared back at him wordlessly. “Do you not like it I can prepare something more to your likinh if you wish it.”

“No I don’t want to eat anything else from here?”

“What do you mean, my love?”

“I’m already a prisoner, why should I add more time to my sentence by eating your food?”

“You are not a prisoner, this is your home.”
“No, this is your home.”My home is above the earth, not in the darkness where you hide.”

He suddenly rose from his throne, his eyes darkened like they were the first time you had made him angry. “Watch your tongue darling. Those braver than you have dared to threaten me and have not been able to handle the consequences.”

“I am not afraid of you.” You spoke defiantely, surprising him as you stood to face him. You were much shorter than him, but the fire behind your eyes outmatched the blaze in his own. “You won’t hurt me. You can’t hurt me. Because I do not fear you. I do not fear anything. I am a goddess and there is nothing you can do to hurt me.”

His face was a mere centimeter from yours. His blackened eyes searching your face for any hint of fear. But he found none. There was no shakiness to your voice, no trace of a lie behind your words, and no slouch in your posture. You were quite serious and Michael didn’t know what he felt more, anger or lust.

Slowly, he reached up to take your chin between his fingers, his power forcing you to keep still as he looked at you. “My, what an interesting girl you are my love. Standing up the the devil himself.” His thumb traced over your jawline, and you couldn’t deny the way his touch gave you shivers. “You’re lucky I love you.” He whispered, letting go of your face. He turned away from you. “Eat or don’t eat, I don’t care. Do as you wish.” He waved his hand before suddenly his form dissipated into black smoke, leaving you alone in the grand palace.

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The skies were dark to match the barren fields of the earth. No crops graced the earth, flowers refused to grow, the leaves on the trees turned brown and stopped yieling their precious fruit. The earth was starving and the people and animals on the earth were no different. The earth’s princess was gone and the entire world was in mourning.

Olympus was no different. The gods were restless, Zeus included. The earth was slowly perishing and it was taking the mortals down with it. Without mortals to worship them, the gods would have nothing and that frightened even the strongest of gods.

Demeter had been searching the entire earth for weeks to find her daughter, but after coming up with nothing it was clear that calling together the council of gods was the only option.

“You are the lord of the skies, find her!” Demeter yelled, her once brightly colored dress turned grey.

“I can assure you she is nowhere in my domain.” Zeus replied calmly. He was not used to being bullied into submission and he wasn’t about to start now just because an angry goddess threatened to ruin the earth.

“Then where could she possibly be?

“Search the skies, search the oceans, search the entire earth even, but you’ll never find her.” A rough voice sounded. A puff of smoke from the back of the throne room diverted the attention from the sky god, all eyes on the black clothed figure with piercing green eyes and a knowing smirk on his face.

“You little brat, what did you do with my daughter?”

“That’s none of your business anymore.” Michael smirked, leaning against the column with a fresh pomegranate in his hand. Demeter’s eyes turned stormy, but knowing there was no way she would be able to reason with the god of the underworld she suddenly turned to Zeus.

“You have dominion over all that is, tell him to give her back to me.” She demanded.

“She has already eaten my food, she cannot return to the world of the living.” Michael interjected, pushing his way to the front of the throng of gods and goddesses.

“If she isn’t returned back to me the world will remain barren. All the humans will starve and you will have no one left to worship you. Is that what you want?” Demeter raged.

Zeus was no fool. He knew that if Demeter was good on her promise then the fall of the gods would be imminent, however he could not ignore the law. If Demeter’s daughter had in fact consumed the food of the underworld then there was nothing he could do.

“How much of your food did she eat Hades?”

“First of all, I go by Michael now, have for the last eon if you haven’t heard, but if you must know she ate a whole pomegranate. She ate the whole thing so she stays with me, I don’t make the rules.”

“You’re a liar.”

“Prove it.”
“You prove it!”

“Enough!” Zeus thundered, storm clouds in his voice. “Hades why must you always cause trouble.”

“For the last time, it’s Michael, and it’s not my fault. Blame Aphrodite and her love sickness.”

“So you love this girl.”

“Of course I love her, I wouldn’t be up on the awful mountain if I didn’t.”

“Then swear on her life that she ate the whole fruit.”

Michael was quiet for a moment. He knew if he lied on her life then there would be disastrous consequences. Broken promises were never resolved easily and he didn’t dare put his beloved’s life at risk.

“She ate six seeds.” Michael mumbled, hanging his head low.
“Six seeds that’s all? That’s practically nothing!” Demeter hooted. “Doesn’t even count, now give her back to me.”

“If she leaves me you won’t want to deal with the consequences.” Michael spoke darkly. “What do you think will happen if I no longer guard the gates to the underworld? The dead intermixing with the living my what a situation that would be.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“You clearly don’t know how much she means to me. I will fight to the ends of the earth to keep her with me, even if that means fighting the self centered goddess of wheat or whatever the hell it is you’re in charge of.”

“Has anyone bothered to ask Y/N what she wants?” Aphrodite interjected.

“Stay out of this beauty queen.” Michael snarled.

“Right who am I kidding, no one will ever fall in love with you.” The love goddess sneered. “Keep up that attitude and I’ll make sure of it.” She hissed under her breath so that only Michael could hear. His eyes widened. In a predicament like his the last one he wanted angry with him was Aphrodite.

“Duly noted. Remind me to sacrifice something in your honor later.” He mumbled before turning his attention back to Zeus.
“Tell you what, because I’m tired of this bickering I’ll make you two an offer.” The sky god boomed. “Six seeds is equal to six months. Six months she shall reside in the underworld with my dear brother, and for six months she will return home to her mother.”

“What!” Both Michael and Demeter shouted at the same time. While it was fair, neither god was used to compromise.

“It’s fair. I don’t want to hear another word.” Zeus settled himself back on his throne, wine goblet in hand, clearly quite pleased with himself.

“I’ll take her first. Hades lead the way.”

“For gods sake, it’s Michael and who says you get her first? You’ll just brainwash her into hating me.”

“Dear I’d be surprised if she doesn’t already hate you.”

“Oh buzz off wheaty. Don’t you have some trees to plant?”

“Don’t you have some souls to harvest?”

“Enough! I do not want to hear anymore bickering from you two.”

“Don’t worry it’ll only be twice a year.” Michael rolled his eyes.

“Will you give me on last night with her? Then she’s yours, for now, but please just let me say goodbye.”

“Oh like you let me say goodbye? Absolutely not.”

“Oh Demeter, give the boy a break. Hades, or Michael or whatever you go by now, you can have one last night and then you must deliver the girl back to her mother.”

“Fine.” He grumbled before exiting the grand courtyard in the same ominous puff of black smoke.

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The familiar heat of the underworld greeted him. He hated being outside of his kingdom for too long. He was angry. Even the souls could feel it. He felt as if he had lost you, despite the six month’s grace he had received.

“Y/N!” He called out, his voice laced with the bitterness he felt. “Y/N!” His voice shook the entire realm and he was certain you had heard him and the fact that you hadn’t come running to greet him bothered him even more. He made his way down to your room, not bothering to knock on the door he had the decency to finally give you. You were laid on the large bed, your eyes closed and the movement of your chest matching the soft rhythm of your breathing. He almost didn’t want to wake you. “Darling.” He moved his hand up to stroke your hair that was still threaded with wildflowers. It felt like silk in between his fingers and he smiled as you lightly stirred in your sleep. He leaned his head down to press small kisses to your neck, poking his tongue out to leave a trail of wetness on your skin.

Your eyes fluttered open to meet his own that carried a hint of mischief mixed with the adoration he felt for you.

“Michael what are you doing?”

“Loving you.” His whisper sent a chill up your spine. His arms wrapped around your body, lifting you from the bed and sweeping you into his arms as he continued to place kisses all over your body. “I’m sorry for being so rude to you earlier. I just don’t know how to act around you.”

You mumbled something that sounded like ‘no excuse’ but Michael brushed it off.

“I love you, darling.”

“You don’t know me.” You whispered, your fingers threading through his hair.

“I know that you’re beautiful. And that you love the earth. And I know that somewhere in that big heart of yours you harbor something other than hate for me. I know that you care for me more than you let on, princess. And I will never let you forget that no matter how far away from me you are.”

“What do you mean?” You placed your hands on his chest in an attempt to create some space between you so that you could properly read his expression. “Why would I be anywhere other than here?” Michael’s eyebrows knit together, his expression darkening, but he didn’t answer you. “Michael?”

“Make love to me.”

“What?”

“I want you. And I know you want me.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m ready to give you my body.”

“We don’t have much time my love, please.”

“I thought we had eternity.”

“Half an eternity.”

“What?”

“I’m giving you what you want.”

“Michael.” Your voice was a whisper, unbelieving, like if you said what you were thinking out loud the idea would slip away.

“You hate me so much, now you can be free of me. For at least awhile.”

“Michael I don’t hate you.”

He suddenly stood up, crossing the length of your chambers in two long steps, his back turned to you. He was stubborn, but he couldn’t resist you. You got up from the bed, walking over to him. The moment you placed your gentle hand on his shoulder you felt him relax, the tension he had been feeling since the council meeting fading as you laid your hands on him. “I don’t hate you.” You moved to the front of his body, taking one of his hands in yours, the other reaching up to stroke his face. “I don’t. I just don’t like to be controlled.”

“Oh my love, what a pair we are.” He said, placing his hand on top of yours.

“I want to do something.” You spoke in a hushed voice, your eyes trained on the floor so you wouldn’t have to look into his eyes, but his fingers found your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. It seemed like he was always doing that, almost like he craved the control over you it gave him. Slowly, you stood up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his. His hand absentmindedly reached around to the back of your neck and pulled you in deeper, but immediately, you pulled away. “No. I want to do it. Stop trying to control everything and just let me do it.” You berated him. Surprisingly he obliged, resting his hands at his sides and waiting patiently for you to do something.

You couldn’t resist the small smile that creeped its way onto your expression at the sight of him trying his best to keep still.

“There’s a good boy Mikey.” You cooed and Michael felt his heart leap at your words. You very deliberately began to trace your fingers along his arm, moving up until you slipped the dark robe off his shoulder where it pooled on the floor, leaving him in nothing but black cotton pants and a loose fitting shirt. Your fingers danced around the veins in his arms. They were so prominent, like rivers flowing through the desert. Goosebumps raised to meet your touch as you continued working your way down his body. “Take your shirt off.” You said. You wanted to see him like no one else had before. Without any hesitation, the god of the underworld silently did as you asked, depositing his shirt on the floor next to where his robe lay leaving his chest bare for you eyes to roam.

Your hands moved down his pale body, your palms flat against his chest as you touched his skin.

“You’re so beautiful.” You mumbled, your eyes trained on his body as your delicate fingers moved to circle over his soft tummy. “I don’t know why the mortals don’t erect statues in your honor more often.”

“Perhaps they can paint you next to me.”

“I don’t doubt they will.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

He was silent again, seemingly content with you answer as your hands continued to roam his body. “I don’t want you to go. Please, don’t leave me.”

You were surprised to hear him beg, his voice cracking as he stared down at you.

“You said yourself I’ll come back to you, whether I like it or not.”

His hand reached up to touch your cheek, only this time you didn’t stop him. “I want you to like it.”

“Then give me some time.”

“How does half an eternity sound?” He chuckled.

“I think that should be alright.”

“Please don’t let it take that long for you to love me.” He wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss to the top of your hair as he brought you into his chest.

“Then don’t make it so difficult.” Your mouth curved into a close lipped smile.

“Darling we have one more night together. Spend it with me?”
You mulled over his offer. The thought of his body close to yours, holding you close as you dreamed sounded like a little piece of heaven down here below earth.

“Okay.”

“Okay? Really?” You loved how he sounded like a little boy whenever you appeased him.

“Help me out of my dress?” You looked up at him through your lashes, a facade of innocence on your face mirroring the excitement on his. His nimble fingers pulled you in by the waist before in one swift movement he lifted your dress over your head, leaving you bare in front of him. You were surprised however when his eyes didn’t once divert from yours.

“Michael?”

“Yes darling?”

“I’ll learn to love you. I will. I’ll try.”

“I’ll learn not to control you. I’ll learn to make you happy. I’ll treat you like the queen you are. My queen.”

You nodded, afraid that if you opened your mouth you would say something you weren’t ready for.

“We have one night?”

“Just one.”  

“Then I want you to spend it holding me.”

“That, my queen, would be my pleasure.”

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Masterlist

The Direwolf

This post about Ne from a Si perspective caused me reflection for a few days, as I considered: is that how other people see me?

Lacking depth, perspective, or an ability to stand firm is not how Ne looks inside my head. I’ve been told before that I can be “intimidating” because others feel like they cannot keep up with the momentum and force of my thoughts.

(An ENFJ told me this. I told her she was full of crap. She told me that I remind her of Smaug – spewing fire at a little hobbit running around, occasionally lighting up gorgeous rubies amid stacks of gold. The fire being a continual stream of unique ideas, the rubies being flashes of incredible insight. I sneered, arguing that’s not the case at all, and told her that I’m exhausted just keeping up with her intuition, which is like a soul-mirror that reflects the disquieting, brutal truth to anyone who peers into it. This led to an argument over whose thought pattern intimidates and annoys the other more, but I digress.)

And it struck me that I can’t see what Ne looks like to other types, because I live it. Maybe it is a nuclear blast. Or a dragon spewing fire.

My metaphorical symbol of choice for Ne is a Direwolf.

In Game of Thrones, each of the Stark children (and Jon) have Direwolves – the animals start out normal puppy size and grow into massive, voracious wolves three times the normal size of regular wolves. Direwolves are restless, roaming the earth seeking to devour. This, for me, is a picture of Ne… because it starts small and grows into a massive, beautiful, mysterious, intelligent, fierce beast (that yes, intimidates people) that has no master and cannot be controlled. I feel a hunger in my soul for more – always more, but never in the physical realm. I do not want more possessions, or more experiences, or more shoes… I simply want more. I want more than life can give me. I want more from a movie than it has to offer. I want more from a relationship than casual conversation. I want a book to be more than just a book. I want stimulation that is more intellectual, more ideas, more thoughts, more creativity, more art, more concepts, more non-reality things to devour… and I move on, once the carcass is clean.

Some obsessions last days. Some last months. Some last years. Some will last all my life, because there is no end to the possibilities it generates.

Ne can be idolized by other times or even portrayed as being “superior,” but let me ask you this: what if every waking moment of your existence was in a relentless state of wandering and wanting more, without knowing what that is or looks like or will do for you, until you see it? You grab it when you do discover it. And for a shining, glorious moment, you are delighted, satisfied, holding a new flame in your hand, and then the candle starts to flicker. You watch in dismay as it dies. The bone picked clean. The relentless hunger strikes again. The Direwolf starts pacing.

Let me out, Jon. I want to run. To roam. To find… more.

Imagine what you once loved no longer entertaining you. Imagine fearing friendships will slip away. Imagine not having a quiet or complete thought for days. Imagine memories falling into a void. Imagine having little sense of time. Imagine that endless… hunger. You don’t even know what you want to eat. It’s just hunger. Deep hunger, never satisfied, fear trailing on your heels. Is this all there is?

Imagine approaching every situation, every conversation, every idea, every thought, from a detached, surreal, strangely fluid perspective, hinged on a relentlessly over-analyzing nature that simply asks, “Is it?”

Things are straightforward. Are they?

This truth is clear. Is it?

There is only one answer to that. Is there?

A world where nothing is simple, nothing has an easy answer, and where your “indecision” or “weird” perspective annoys, fascinates, or frightens other people. Some people think you are a genius. Others think you are an idiot. They cannot understand the hunger. You cannot understand the contentment.

Direwolves are underestimated. Few see the world through their eyes. Ne’s vantage point is different. The insights it shares are unique and startle people. Higher than regular wolf eyes, lower than humans. Each idea, every thought, starts out small, as a furry cub in a child’s arms. Ne soon starts to run and play on its own. Then it becomes enormous… one insight, one thread, one idea, one thought, one connection at a time.

Imagine being in a world where every system that provides others with security and feelings of safety is a burning hot chain tethering a Direwolf to the ground. It will hold us only a short time. Then we will run free… without feeling truly satisfied, or at home, anywhere, because we belong in the North.

THE 31 (K)NIGHTS OF HALLOWEEN

Beware, classy travelers! The time of terror draws nigh, and knights fall-

I mean night falls. Night is falling. It falls across the Earth, and restless spirits rise to fight knaves-

FRIGHT! From GRAVES! Dang it!

Look, this was going to be a slow burn of Halloween themed introduction with a big reveal at the end but if we’re going to be honest with ourselves, subtlety is a skill we relinquished a long time ago. 

It’s knights. We’re giving you a bunch of knights. One handmade knight in addition to your daily class allotment for every day in October! Starting with this one:

From the Principality of Pastries comes the noble, light, and moist:

  • Cake Knight

The three sections of this knight’s skill tree are:

  • Broadspatula Combat
  • Battered Plate Armor
  • Chivalrous Glaze

Hail this mighty defender’s role of DELIVERING A SLICE OF FEUDAL JUSTICE AND ALSO OF THIS LOVELY RED VELVET

One knight per night, for your Hallow’s Month pleasure. Sweet dreams.

anonymous asked:

SouTori prompt- If you're familiar with greek mythology, then I was thinking of a Hades and Persephone thing, where Ai is Persephone and Sousuke is Hades!

casually slinks in with this fill 12348 years later

(seriously, though, this prompt is wonderful. mythology is such a great influence holy cow.)

(reference for what I’m talking about with Ai’s beauty mark, in the last paragraph of the intro X)

Aiichirou is a boy with no friends.

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do you have any idea how long this took bc i don’t

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Mejhiren's Myth-Fic Maunderings

This is the beginning of the “Untitled (as-yet) Mejhiren Myth-fic” (a.k.a. my Hades!Jack/Demeter!Alys fic) that I referenced several months ago in a bunch of titaness!Ashpet-inspired posts. I wrote this back in January and have been sitting on it because:

a) it’s woefully far from done
b) this part is entirely about Asa and Ashpet (my version of Grandpa and Grandma Everdeen) and Jack (Katniss’s dad) and
c) it’s apparently so AU that my RL boss (who hasn’t read my fics but periodically snoops) called it original fiction.

Um…

Anyway, I’m going to post a little WtMiverse Asa/Ashpet excerpt in a tic and really wanted this to be in front of you first, or at least concurrently. Fair warning: It’s M-ish-rated (but in a sort of high-language fashion) and people who aren’t Peeta and Katniss become lovers and have a child. (So that one day there will be a Katniss, mind. ;D)

P.S. If this version of Jack Everdeen seems familiar, you’ve seen the grown-up version (meeting Alys) here and I’m more than a little in love with him.

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It began, simply enough, in a cave, with the coupling of a Titan maid and the earth itself.

The Titaness, Ashpet by name, was a huntress and shape-shifter, and the earth had loved her from the dawn of time, when his father had shaped her, and many other beings, from the earth’s own soil. He savored her footfalls, be they the silent pad of cougar’s paws, the fleet strike of doe’s hooves, or the graceful spring of human feet, skimming over his flesh, day after day, like the sweetest caress. He drank up the water that trailed from her body when she rose from her baths in lakes and streams, and every night she made her bed upon him unawares, and he yearned and ached with longing.

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