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Of Dusk and Dawn part 2

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Pairing: Apollo/Steve x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.900

Summary: Y/N is the Pythia, the Oracle of Delphi, blessed by the God Apollo with the gift of foresight. Yet one day a hunter sets foot in her temple and she is struck by a dark vision. With the blood moon approaching fast, higher powers take the upper hand and shake up Y/N’s life and love. Is she strong enough to survive the wrath of a Goddess? Or shall she wither and die in the aftermath of a God’s sorrow?

A/N: Written for @marvelous-fvcks her challenge.

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anonymous asked:

YES I M HERE FOR THE PETER PAN

Please forgive me if it sucks. I hate description and description hates me, but I tried okay? Here’s the unbeta’ed intro for The Peter Pan AU

Second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning. Louis knows the way by heart, even more so, his heart knows the way by heart. The map, imprinted in his veins, throbs under the thin veil of his skin like the land is beaconing him, still, even if it’s been a long time since he flew the familiar way last. His green tights feel –well– tight, borderline itchy against his legs, but he resists the urge to scratch, arguing to himself it’s his own damn fault for not asking Wendy to sew him a bigger pair.  

As he uses all his favorite shortcuts (one learns to navigate through the Cumulonimbuses, but below the Cirrus clouds rather rapidly in his line of work— for lack of a better word), the wind makes his hair tickle at the nape of his neck, but it’s hard to concentrate on anything other than the familiar Island, his Island, once it starts peaking out from between the cluster of clouds.

Neverland. Home.

He can’t stop the relieved smile from creeping up his face once the Misty Mountains come into view just as the sun starts rising timidly, bathing the surrounding water with dots of golden and white. As he passes the Mermaid Lagoon, Louis’ rib cage starts to expand, like he can breathe just a little bit easier all of a sudden, despite his too fitted clothes and the nerves that have been threatening to paralyse him mid-air since he took off from London. There’s no feeling comparable to this one. He has to look away once he flies over his old hideout, a Treehouse he built with is own two hands where surely the lost boys are still up and about to this day. At least he hopes so. God, he hopes so.

He’s not stopping to check though, he can see them later, now he has bigger fish to fry.

Chances are, Grimmy or Zayn took over as the Pan while Louis was away anyway, that’s the nature of things, isn’t it? They’re bound to hate him now, his lost boys. With reason. Louis wouldn’t blame them if they did, but he doesn’t care. Not right now, he can’t think about that now. Louis bites back the unwanted surge of guilt to refocus on the task at hand. It’s hard, with all the pixie dust flying around him like a fluffy translucid cloud, a shimmery reminder of the lengths he had to go to in order to convince Tinkerbell to give it to him.

Then again, Bebe always had a soft spot for him. He just took advantage of it. Had to. For the plan’s sake.

Louis’ heartbeat picks up as soon as he lays eyes on the familiar pirate ship. Elegantly, he circles the boat, hands on his hips with his legs parted and his ankles flexed, to make his arrival noticed. He’s always liked making entrance. There’s an embarrassingly egotistical moment where he wonders if the crew will recognise him, that is gone as quickly as it comes when all the heads on deck turn up in silent amazement.

All except one.

“Captain!” Someone shouts from the ship’s stern, “Pan’s home!”                       

Louis recognises Steve, the captain’s second in command, but Louis pays him no mind though, he only has eyes for one person.

He looks older somehow, which– is impossible in Neverland, so Louis pushes away the preposterous thought his mind has conjured and gather the courage to say something before losing his nerve. Louis’ heartbeat starts thundering louder and louder in his ears, the longer Harry’s intense stare lay on him. It’s a heady feeling, always has been, like he can’t focus on anything else once Louis is in his line of sight. That hasn’t changed at least. The relief mixed with the electric shockwave provoked by their staring contest almost makes Louis miss Steve moody mumble Six fucking years and he just comes back.        

Choosing the highest pole to land on gives Louis the perfect view of Harry’s back, curly hair cascading over broad shoulders clad in red velvet as he turns around at the vessel’s bow. He’s looking up, a perfect disbelieving crooked brow perched above his inquisitive eyes, lips slightly parted in surprise.

“Hey Hook!” Louis throws in a clear, breathy voice for everyone to hear, from high up on his pole, “I have a bone to pick with you!”. Past the initial surprise, a slow smirk creeps up The pirate’s face, showing crinkles Louis doesn’t remember him having before.                        

He brandishes his hook high up in the air, expression unreadable but still breathtaking. “I think you’ve taken enough bones for now, kid.”                        

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“You know,” he says, voice only a tiny bit petulant as he adjusts the bag on his right shoulder. “I’m pretty sure we don’t fucking need ten plates between the two of us.”

“What do you think?” she asks him in the middle of a sunny May day, wind blowing through her hair, picnic basket on her arm.

The dress she’s wearing has flowers all over it - irises, he thinks, or maybe lilies - and it’s quite pretty, really, clean and white and bright, just like the girl wearing it. Pretty is a foreign thing to Bakugou Katsuki, hard enough to think of, even harder to say, but that’s what she is, the girl standing in front of him, smile wider than the sky, shining, somehow, like she’s made of stardust, like she belongs somewhere not here, the earth too small, too dull to hold her.

“It’s nice, I guess,” he replies, scratching the back of his head – I’m not a girl, what would I know about fashion anyway, he doesn’t say - and she grins that grin, the one that makes him feel like he’s done something good, which is incredible, in and of itself; Bakugou Katsuki, fire in his bones, nitroglycerin running through his veins, a stick of dynamite, human weapon of mass destruction – doing something that doesn’t involve leaving things worse than they were before.

thekingflynn  asked:

Chris Sonnenburg spoke in an interview for a Brazilian site that the first season will have 10 original songs

Ah, fantastic! Thank you for that! I’ll see if I can find a link to the Interview.

Everyone needs to keep in mind, though, that he may be including the closing theme. That means we’ve have four so far: Life After Happily Ever After, Wind In My Hair, More of Me to Give, and The Friendship Song. We know about Varian’s song in the snow storm, Faith In Me, and that’s half the songs right there!

We’ve been told multiple times that the songs will be primarily in the tent-pole episodes (premiers, mid-season and finales), and occasonally scattered throughout (like The Friendship Song). We still have mid-season and finale coming, and I suspect Faith in Me is in the mid-season (which may have multiple songs, like TBEA did).

A Night at the Temple #5 - Their eyes met like their weapons soon would

She brought her sword in front of her. Sunlight reflected off the blade and a hot wind tore at her hair. She was parched, she was tired, and most of all, she was alone with her nemesis. Their eyes met like their weapons soon would, quickly and without remorse. A shape stirred at her feet. He was still alive! She had fought for his love, and soon after, for his life. Death had seemed inevitable, but now… Anyway. She shifted her weight and ran towards her opponent, kicking up sand as she picked up speed. Her eyes remained fixed on her enemy. Here it would end, one of them would still breathe afterwards and not only gain life, but also his love now. She didn’t for a second think she’d win.

“I’d like to lay here forever.
It’s the calm of the waves,
the wind in my hair,
the chill from the sea.
I love it.
I love it almost as much as I love you.”

- @jennagaily

The signs:

Aries: Something about you makes my blood boil in a unique, uncomfortable way, you are full of mystery. You have black holes for eyes, remarkably, that are too intense for most people to look into. You have no control over your greatness, you were born this way. Notice it and blossom. Not a single person on earth can blossom like you can. Not a single person can blossom like you will. You have great and empowering words to say in this life, make sure to say all of them without fear. You are not afraid. Be great.

Taurus: You are so lovely, the embodiment of nature, the embodiment of all the naturality in life created by the one and only, engulfing creator. I remember losing you and all nature that surrounded me seemed to shrivel and die. My heart ached when I heard the crunch under my feet of every dead leaf I walked upon. It brought me so much pain, i felt like death. I lost my vision and a bright white light came over me, fading into a soft glow and all I could see was your face. If I was dying, this was my glimpse of heaven, it made me want to die. I would rather die with your image in my mind than not have you in such a short, sometimes seemingly meaningless life such as this one. Perhaps you were just too lovely to be with someone like me, perhaps too lovely to be in my filthy grasp. You are my glimpse of heaven. How I long to be able to tell you that. How I long to be able to sing to you and whisper you the sweet words I never did. I am so sorry.

Gemini: I feel so naked when I’m with you. You strip me of my walls, you strip me of my guarded defenses, leaving me completely and utterly vulnerable. You shatter any mental boundaries I possess. You open my mind to the awareness of a mind. You show me to simply have a mind, such a power house is astonishing. You leave me breathless with your aura and creative, rhythmic way of speaking to everyone. You introduce open mindedness like no other, freedom like no other, a genius. With you, losing my mind and falling into madness is okay, almost a necessity. In life there simply seems to never be enough time. You show me how to embrace the lack of time we all have, you show me that death is the inevitable and that its not as important as we make it. The important thing is to experience life fully, entirely, with every part of our being. To be thankful of the rare oddity, the rare adventure we have all been gifted with called life, to dance with the music of life. I swear I’m out of my mind and that’s a wonderfully beautiful thing. Thank you for teaching me that.


Cancer: I would make love to you in the sweetest, most enticing way because I deeply believe you deserve to be made love to like no other. I hope you remain soft, I hope you have the strength to. I say this even though I know you will. You have always remained selfless, you have always remained kind, somehow. I do not understand how someone can turn such pain into beauty. Your creations are just as beautiful as you are, that is so admirable. You shock people with such generosity, you are completely, utterly and naturally divine to the point you are unhealthly wanted by every pair of eyes, even the blind. I swear its like the blind regain their sight in your presence. People notice you in a crowd, don’t doubt that. People especially notice you when you think you are not being noticed. You are the most beautiful conscious being and that will never change. You have angel lips as sweet as honey, your voice is melodic. I have always ached and dreamed for you to love me. Please one day love someone like me. Your being is so lovely that I can’t help myself from hopelessly weeping. You are a walking art piece, a priceless masterpiece. I lost everything the first time I looked in your eyes. I lost everything.


Leo: Remember that people want to be like you, just as much as you want to be like them. You can be admirable of others, you absolutely can be, but live your life knowing without a doubt that you are the best there is. Countless people admire you and want to be just like you. Effortlessly you shine brighter than the sun itself and when you smile, every pair of knees weaken, instinctively and inescapably bowing down to the ingenius design you are. Your mind and appearance radiate exuberance. I pray you can fathom just how special and gifted you are because you yourself are the unfathomable. You are inspiration and ambition, the abstract dreams I have at night that inspire my creativity, that lead me to create the never before seen. You are surrealistic art, our God’s most treasured and individualistic specimen. You are not only that but also the sun that lights the entire sky, you are the sun beams that sink into and warm my skin when I stand in such brilliant light. You are the light that keeps me from opening my eyes, preventing blindness but how I foolishly dont mind and long to go blind by such greatness.


Virgo: You remind me of sleep but you also remind me of night terrors. I feel like I don’t know who you are, slightly fearing you. Seemingly the most difficult puzzle to put together. I wonder and ponder if you are the worlds never ending puzzle, if I will ever figure you out, i have never been able to entirely comprehend your depth and mystery. You are almost frightening, shockingly and startlingly enchanting. You are hypnotic and maneuver with magic. I do not know the depth of your mind and apart of me never wants to. I enjoy the enigma you are, forever intriguing and intelligent. Ask me personal, peculiar questions and I will unintentionally and completely open up to you, instinctively trusting you. Your questions are always intense yet tender, your mind must be filled to the brim with intellect and perplexing art. Your mind is a masterpiece and your soul is ethereal. Extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. I hope you can live with and fall in love with your sly mind. I am in love. May you always be yourself, may you feel everything you are meant to feel in this life and may you surface from the darkness.


Libra: You are the bittersweet lonliness that the sad and dreamy ones feel midday, swirling like the wind, leading long, lovely hair to flow, swirlingly and gracfully making your way through clothes, sending goosebumps down backs, leaving a lasting, cold and drowzy sensation. You’re the words in a book that readers grow tiresome of until finally falling asleep, leaving them with their adventurous dreams connected to the adventurous story they just took in. I see you in every free, soaring bird. I feel you in every unique and precious song that lively birds compose. You are melody, rhythm, sound, the grand orchestra. You are poetry, expression, a famous sonnet. You walk with fearlessness, you live with each lovers name you’ve ever loved written and embedded on your flashy skin. You are autheticly rare and always ready to entirely open yourself up, to let the flowers you encompass within bloom for all to see , appreciate and mesmerize. My god, do people mesmerize you.


Scorpio: I’m so lustful of you, lustful out of complete, biting love. I’ve never fallen so deeply and madly in love with a soul, It is insanity. You are full of demons that I face from loving you everyday and I can’t imagine what it’s like to be you and live with them, deep inside, haunting and strange. I have been face to face with insanity, letting your wickedness and sin make its way within me. It all makes me more infatuated. No matter how hard I try to find your core, your raw center, I can never seem to dig deep enough, I can never seem to withstand the screams, painful howls and blackness that your inner monsters let out and intensely sophocate me with when I try. When I give up, it’s like you see my vulnerability and you see it as me being submissive, knowing this is when you can strip me naked and consume me entirely, this is when you know and are proud of the secrets you keep from me, this is when you know you own me because I will fail to figure you out, i will fail to get anything from you yet continuously crawl back for something, for anything I can get from you. You have me in a trance that I can’t snap out of, you need the control because it brings you security and deep, sinful satisfaction. You experience a sense of peace in knowing that you can cause me to feel pain so that you won’t feel so alone and lost in your own. I want to make love to you and feel the pain I experience from being in love with you. I am incapable of leaving you alone, regardless of the sorrow i experience. I will never let you feel alone. I will feel this pain with you, right by your side, my ride or die. You are not alone. Maybe this isn’t love, maybe it is just madness but I’ve always been mad.. but not as mad as you.


Sagittarius: You are the book of everything, a book holding all the knowledge in existence. You are the infinity sign, you are lively, always hungry for life and full of wisdom. Youre the feeling you get on a hot summer day, laying in the center of a sweetly scented meadow, taking in every bit of the sun, not being able to suppress a tight smile. Feeling at complete peace, no worries or a feeling of weight on your back, feeling free and open in the mind. I want to be alone with you and hear you speak about all the things that go on in your head. I imagine you have a billion things to say, or maybe nothing to say, it doesn’t matter. All you have to do is exist and you are performing one of the most incredible things possible. People forget that simply being alive is utterly mindblowing in itself. You give inspiring advice and shock people with your spunk and inner lightening. I appreciate your uniqueness and ability to be open to every side of a spectrum. You are the instant, refreshing feeling you get from diving into a cool pool on a hot day, your my child hood memories, you are the embodiment of an entirely fulfilled life. Your soul has lived a thousand different lives, you will exist for eternity. You are existence itself. Live free and die free, make your inevitable mark on this world. It belongs to you.

Capricorn: no one’s ever ready for what you’ve got to offer to this world, you can do so much with so little and have an achingly powerful mind and aura. You don’t have to do anything to shock and mesmerize mankind, just be yourself. You change the world with your ambitious actions, you change people simply with your way of presenting yourself. You are intelligence, skillful and have the ability to accept time, accept that everything takes time. That’s something a lot of people can’t do. You can do so many things others can’t, but you are not flashy. You are low-key while remaing self assured. Maybe you experience a lot of self doubt, but im telling you right now, you shouldnt. Your jokes and attitude are like a fun house, utterly amusing and dirty, sometimes scary. You are full of original ideas that you can easily bring to life. I hope you know how much you actually benefit and effect our species. You have immense purpose, see that you are the greatest and anything you want can be obtained. I hope you know how attractive and special you are. Absolutely outstanding.


Aquarius: life is a lonesome experience, you understand that more than anyone. You carry the weight of humanity itself with you everywhere you go on your back. To fit in seems like a maze that is unsolvable. Your aquarius minds are unending, no limitations, you are mad men. Not only ingenius but geniuses yourselves. You obtain something no one else can obtain and this can never be taken away from you. Nobody quite understands what makes you different, you dont even understand it yourself but you feel it deep within your bones. “I do not belong here, I do not belong anywhere and I don’t want to belong anywhere.” So hard to comprehend or understand, you are utterly perplexing but so fucking beautiful. I can’t fully convey in words how astoundingly beautiful each and every one of you are. Let someone take a look into your eyes and theyll travel through space, adventuring and absorbing the sight of multiple universes. Let someone take a long look at your face and watch them get lost in mesmerization. Magnetic, mystifying, heartless, mythical beings. A world such as this one does not deserve you or your revolutionary touch. You are the lone, last star of each ending night, still shining brightly as the sun begins to rise. Glowing alone to express your individuality, glowing as brightly as you can until the sun puts you out but you are always going to be there again when the sun goes down and you are always going to be the last one shining when it rises again.


Pisces: you are hands that are made to create art, you are the creases in the hands of an infant. You are the start of life, the start of plant life, the start of a human life, the start of an animals life. You are the smoke from my cigarettes, dispersing through out the air. I hear you everywhere I go, echoing in the back of my head as a guide to being a better person. You make me want to be a better person. You are the sweet cherries around my sweet ice cream, you’re the soft, enchanting scented lotion I spread on my skin. You are the goosebumps left after a lovers sensitive touch. You are the feathers that fill my softest of pillows. You are the sweetest of piano music ever played. I love you. I miss you. You will be with me.

Utopias

While we would live separated into Sun signs, everyone is welcome to come and go, to pass by, to be welcomed, to stay over, to visit. If I’m going to dream, I’m going to dream that life would be peaceful at least, joyful at most.

Aries: Rocky and volcanic, a heaviness to the air. Everyone moves with urgency, with energy, with inspiration. There are dragons, friendly but fierce, creatures straight from the pages of fantasy novels. Competition is encouraged, but so is being protective, the merging of strength with something warm.

Taurus: Green, forests, streams, flowers, trees that seem to communicate and break away, that move should you look away for too long. People live in cottages, sweet smelling cakes filling the air in the days, amber and musk at night. Everyone who passes through is well fed and looked after. Leisure is considered a virtue here.

Gemini: Bright and colourful paths to follow, interweaving routes that lead to places undiscovered. The weather changes as they do. Shows are put on, laughter and giggles the soundtrack, and no day is the same. Everyone greets those that pass through, a conversation the key to affection. Libraries fill rooms Beauty and the beast style.

Cancer: Lagoons, beaches, caves to hide out in, pretty with glistening gems and rocks, places to reflect, to see the water move where the mermaids swim. There is time out for every emotion, every sensation to be realised, to be validated, and sitting and dreaming is the perfect way to pass time. Loved ones are kept close. There is power to the sound of the ocean.

Leo: Glamorous and built up, high buildings and fashionable aesthetics, modern, like a city but with quiet corners. Shows and films flash all day, free entry of course, and comfort and luxury is abundant. No one is considered too loud or enthusiastic, the more the merrier, shame is forbidden. If you are quiet enough however you can hear the bellowing lions roar in the distance, protective.

Virgo: Modest towns, green, but practical, everything you need at least once over is accessible. Little critters hop around. People greet each other with a slight nod of the head, a smile, then on their way to learn, to lend a hand, yet at the end of the day they meet each other, even if not much is said. At night, there is quiet to fall into fantasy, to create, to show a touch of genius.

Libra: Open spaces and airy, mountainous, a place to breathe, to balance, to think. The wind makes their hair dance. Houses seem balanced on the edges, views to envy. There are rooms like studios, a place for controlled messiness, for the creativity of Venus to express, yet the rest of the housing is immaculately designed. Most live in pairs, yet the wider community is also cherished.

Scorpio: Beautiful Gothic designs, castles and ruins, yet light seems to dance. Privacy is respected, but so is connection, and inauthenticity sticks out like a sore thumb here. There are creatures that you cannot quite tell if they are ugly or cute, a duality. Devotion and loyalty are held up as virtues. There is a dark humour here, but also great wisdom.

Sagittarius: Green and open, places to run and tumble, but also places to sit and ponder. A natural prettiness, but not heavily designed, natural, placed by the hands of something higher. Sport and competition is encouraged though not valued more than the mental and spiritual talents that their inhabitants gift to the world. There is a warmth in the air, a free spiritedness, a place to visit for anyone that feels blue.

Capricorn: Built up buildings, a big city, classy and simplistic design. Everyone progresses here, advances, creates personal ambitions along with shared ones. Hard work is a virtue, but so is being supportive and stable, extending a hand to those that need advice and solid method. Everyone walks with an air if dignity, but followed closely by a sarcastic grin and shining smile should someone break the poised pace.

Aquarius: A place of technology, pointing to the future, like a cross between a built up city and a science lab. If cars will one day fly, here will be the place to have them first. Can be overwhelming on a first visit, not knowing how anything works, but the fascination is more than enough compensation. The people here are odd and eccentric, but also speak with such interest and offbeat passion that it is infectious.

Pisces: Misty, iridescent, reflective, one colour seems to blend into another, can be confusing for the senses upon first visiting, but there is a point where it becomes easier to acclimatise. The floor doesn’t feel solid, like you could fall right through, but if you concentrate hard enough, you see the streams pass through, pretty rainbow lights dancing on the water. Everyone walks with a sleepiness here, takes time to gather how they feel.

tag urself: the playlist concepts based on things i’ve felt in the last few days edition

1) it’s that time of the day where the sunlight drowns the room with soft and muted orange-pink hues. the wind flows through the curtains carrying the smell of vanilla candles and lavender flowers to you. you’re curled up on top of silk bedsheets, overwhelmed by the feelings of longing for a lover.

2) you’re in a convenience store where the buzzing fluorescent lights throw you into a haze. you’ve lost track of time - is it 3AM or 12AM?? who knows (not you). you feel like you’ve entered another world where nothing really exists as you wander the aisles looking for what you initially came in to buy.

3) it’s late at night and you’re in the car with your friends driving into the heart of the city, not really having a specific location in mind. the street lights reflect in your eyes and as the windows are rolled down, the weight of the world lifts off your shoulders. the wind whips through your hair and you feel alive.

4) you’re sitting on a swing in the playground at the edge of the beach. the sound of children laughing and waves reach your ears. there’s a basket filled with fresh peaches, strawberries, and your favorite book next to you. the sun shines brightly above you in a blue sky, decorated with puffy white clouds.

Skyline {VII}

Originally posted by tom-cinnamonroll-holland

Warnings: Language, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Guys!!!! This is the last part of Skyline.  Like, for real this time.  I’m so sad to see it end, but I’m also so happy that it’s had such success, and I can’t thank you guys enough for that.  You are all so so wonderful, and you have all my love.  As usual, I want to give a shout out to Zoe and Jen for reading my drafts and helping me edit and brainstorm, as well as encouraging me to write.  As for all of you, I hope you’ll forgive me for all the angst that I’ve hit you guys with (remember when Skyline was self-indulgent fluff lmao), and I really hope this makes up for it a bit.  In other news, tonight is the Spidereyhes Sleepover!!!!!!!!  All the info on the sleepover can be found here, as well as info about the livestream, which will start at 7pm PST.  I’ll post the link on here!! Zoe, Jen, and I will be discussing all kinds of things, answering questions, and talking about Skyline, so be sure to drop by!!! Also, if you have any questions about Skyline or anything else that you want answered, send it in!!!! It’s not too late yall.  Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Skyline as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

skyline: a mixtape

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{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v}

Sitting up in your bed, you stared at the window, not sure of how to react to seeing Spider-Man’s masked face through the glass.  Throwing back your covers, you quietly walked over to the window, grabbing a hoodie that Peter had lent you as you passed your desk.  Sliding the glass panel up, you climbed out onto the metal fire escape, slipping on and zipping up Peter’s hoodie to protect you from the cold.

The superhero stood where he had first stood, the night he saved your life and blew up Vizzini’s all those months ago.  And there, to his right, were the flower pots that he had tripped over the first time he came back for you.  Those stairs were where you would sit and draw while he watched your fingers fly across the page, amazed at the pictures you created.  Behind him was the railing that you would lean against as you looked at the Queens skyline together.  This fire escape was your entire relationship condensed, the one location where you were allowed to be with each other.  If you used your imagination, you could almost see every single night playing out in front of your eyes.  Spider-Man, with a bendy straw underneath his mask.  Spider-Man, attempting to draw you in the moonlight.  Spider-Man, his hand on your waist and the other in your hair. Spider-Man.

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The Signs:

Aries: Something about you makes my blood boil in a unique, uncomfortable way, you are full of mystery. You have black holes for eyes, remarkably, that are too intense for most people to look into. You have no control over your greatness, you were born this way. Notice it and blossom. Not a single person on earth can blossom like you can. Not a single person can blossom like you will. You have great and empowering words to say in this life, make sure to say all of them without fear. You are not afraid. Be great.

Taurus: You are so lovely, the embodiment of nature, the embodiment of all the naturality in life created by the one and only, engulfing creator. I remember losing you and all nature that surrounded me seemed to shrivel and die. My heart ached when I heard the crunch under my feet of every dead leaf I walked upon. It brought me so much pain, i felt like death. I lost my vision and a bright 

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Generic godtier effects

What if when you ascend to godtier and enter a new universe, over time, you physically changed. After all, a lot of gods and mythological figures don’t really look human, at least 100%.

Here are some ideas for looking like proper gods!

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Space
- Have small, marble sized satellites orbiting them
- Skin like polished chrome
- Eyes like a galaxy
- Their freckles are stars, if you look close enough. They glow at night
- Hair that seems infinitely thick
- Their freckles are the constellations, the night sky literally looking like them

Time
- Each footstep sounds like a deafening, solitary tick on a clock
- When walking on grass, the grass springs up. When taking their foot off, it withers and dies before returning to normal
- Their breath creates a heat shimmer effect
- Sand trails from their hands and feet, as if they were disintegrating
- An aura of dust
- Patches of rust on their skin
- Their irises are gears or mini clocks
- Everything seem to stop as they approach

Light
- Blood is rainbow technicolor
- Their touch makes things shimmer and shine
- Their skin is naturally radiant
- While touching things, they temporarily turn to gold
- They have skin like stained glass
- They glitter gold dust as they walk

Void
- Have no body temperature
- You can’t sense their presence. You just feel. Nothing.
- Pure black eyes
- Drips black ink
- Dark mist curls around their feet/hands/eyes
- Everything they touch grows darker, but if you look closer there’s a subtle glitter to it
- They have a dark aura around them, sometimes manifesting as horrorterror-esque tendrils
- Have an aura of whispers

Heart
- Eye colors change depending on mood
- Has a visible aura
- When their heart is beating hard, everyone hears it
- Spirits are visible around them
- Multiple arms
- Have crystalline skin
- Skin like cracked glass

Mind
- Teal electricity sparks when they concentrate
- Eye contact with them is haunting, like glass shards against your soul. They see through you
- When around them your thoughts, ideas, and imagination become visible
- Multiple eyes

Hope
- Angel wings
- a halo
- Seems to have angel bodyguards follow them around
- Bleed shimmering gold ichor
- Their presence sounds like faint bells and chimes
- They often have ‘God Ray’ lighting
- Their skin looks like polished stone

Rage
- Black sclera with purple irises
- Demon horns
- Dark purple or black veins
- A halo of violet light
- Their foot steps leave flames
- Sharp teeth
- Eyes like burning coals
- They exhale smoke
- Cat/snake/pentagram eyes
- Black wings
- Demonic rune tattoos
- A voice like thunder

Life
- Their hair is a bunch of leaves
- Their footsteps make flower bloom
- As they walk, flower petals trail from them
- Has skin like bark or has scales
- Can have any number of animal features like cat ears, a tail, horns, etc
- Vines wrap around their limbs
- Always seems to be healthier than you are, especially on your best days

Doom
- Has a full body tattoo of their skeleton
- Lifeless eyes
- They don’t bleed
- Plants wither, wilt, and die as they walk past
- Their voice is sharp and crisp, like the slamming of a door or the sound of a book hitting the floor
- Skin like cold iron, both in touch and texture
- Magic circle tattoos

Breath
- Small clouds form at their feet when walking on air
- When they yell, the wind howls
- Their hair almost like water, gracefully floating and moving
- Their breath is visible like mist or an exhals on a cold day
- As they walk past, they always carry a light breeze
- Their hair is made from puffy clouds
- Legs turn into gaseous mist
- They are incredibly light for the height and weight

Blood
- Blood like liquid shimmering ruby
- In the dark, their veins glow like molten lava
- Their touch feels vaguely familiar
- Their eyes are a deep red, looking at them feels like home
- They have a warm aura, growing in weight and intensity with their anger.
- Their voice always brings a vague sense of nostalgia of home, in a way you cant quite place
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These are just a few of the possibilities and can help steer and direct personal traits and motifs. Of course this is never final or anything, it’s just to help spur ideas

Made partially because I shared my initial Rage list with mod Wren from @prospitsisters s and they started having ideas for others, so naaaturally I had to do stuff for others too.

They made an effects list too! Go check it out!