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superglitterstranger · 1 year

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"CENTER AND GROUND" T-SHIRT DESIGN

By: Sacred Space Studios

Center yourself into this awesome original abstract meditation graphic tee. The image depicts a person in lotus position, settling their inner mojo, their chi.

It's the spiritual equivalent of the millennial phrase, "feeling yourself".

In order to conduct a magickal operation effectively there are a few preliminary rites that need to be completed each time, the most important of these is to center and ground.

Centering is like pulling together your energy, taking in any straggling chi. Grounding is connecting yourself to the energy of the Earth, to stabilize your mojo. Doing this prevents psychic burn out, and protects you from taking on unwanted toxic energy.

Magick is a very fascinating and rewarding disciple, but as with anything else in life, there are risks and precautions that must be met to keep you and others from harm. While simple spellcraft isn't likely to harm you, you should still take the time to cover the preliminary rites and all psychic hygiene before and after a magickal operation.

Just like how an athlete will do warms-ups and dawn safety gear before starting any match, so too will magickal practitioners, occultists, witches, and conjurers prepare their minds, bodies and souls for their spiritual sessions and activities.

This is an awesome graphic representation of what many have experienced when undergoing the healing and empowering practice of centering and grounding.

My Inspiration For The Image

Pulling from my experience as an occultist, and my many years of practice with varying techniques in "Centering and Grounding", the visual image here is my interpretation of the inner visual experience while undergoing my more favored centering/grounding techniques and methods.

The red colors symbolize the earth energy that is being pulled through the Root Chakra and the outer circle circle that emminates from the figure in the image represents the aura as well as the Monad, which is the spiritual aspect of our beingbtgat is fully connected to our Higher Self, a part of our being that our crown chakra is influenced by.

I hope that others will becone inspired by my interpretation to begin a spiritual practice like "Centering and Grounding" within their everyday lives. It is truly a healing and necessary practice in my own life, one that continues to develop and that has been a significant factor in my overall spiritual practice. Centering and Grounding may be simple compared to some other teachings and practices taught within the magickal communities but it is a foundation to my own spiritual pursuits; One that sustains my health and personal power, so I can continue to experiment, discover, and explore the magickal realms safely and with confidence.

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mythicaltapir · 2 years

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Voodoo T-shirts

Teepublic has 35% off sitewide. $14 tees! Here are my latest designs - Voodoo Doll & Voodoo Skull

#voodoo #artists on tumblr #tshirtdesign #art #tshirts #newdesign #tshirt art #design #tshirt #occult #ritual #magic #spirits

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iamthepulta · 1 year

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men's deodorant is the shit and I will be using no other deodorant from now on.

#women's deodorant doesn't even deserve the title?????#dude holy shit I've been swearing off polyester and doing witchcraft rituals over my tshirts this whole time #no I just need to buy $3 men's deodorant

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natalia-bazilenco · 4 months

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(via "Watercolor Ritual Mask" Active T-Shirt for Sale by NBazilenco)

#findyourthing #redbubble #ritual #magic #spirituality #heart #heart shaped #watercolor #exclusive #tshirt #hoodie #throw pillow #pin button #cover #wall art

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helengie · 6 months

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(via "I Always Start The Day Brewing Strong Rituals!, Distressed Design, Morning Ritual" Classic T-Shirt for Sale by HelenGie)

Introducing design distressed, designed for all coffee lovers who can't imagine starting the day without their beloved cup of joe. It includes a catchy phrase: "I always start the day brewing strong rituals!" along with a stylish illustration of three Italian coffee makers and a steaming cup of hot coffee. This design is perfect for those who enjoy daily rituals. Show your love for coffee and present your unique style with this design. Buy now and let the world know that you are a coffee lover who knows how to start the day right

#findyourthing #redbubble #morning rituals #espresso coffee #distressed tshirt #caffeine fix #coffee mom #coffee addict #italian coffee #retro coffee #coffee time #vintage asthetic #strong coffee

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one4theoverlypassionate · 1 year

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some sicko must have made a mass produced intricate rituals tshirt. please I need one

#there are 2 types of men in a sociology lecture charles murray fanboys and those whod rock up in an intricate rituals tshirt

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sol-flo · 2 years

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back from my thesis report thing, went super well, now i'll take a fully deserved no thoughts head empty break for a couple weeks and then actually work on the project itself

#prof loved my how to decay gracefully tshirt too :)#anyway yea i mean this mid-year thing is basically just ritual #the defense itself is too ofc #but yeah its just a check-in

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corrodedcoughin · 1 year

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It’s a Friday night and Steve is fresh out of the shower, cheeks pinked with the steam and hair still damp. I’m days gone by he’d be starting the hair styling ritual to get it sitting just right but that’s not his biggest priority anymore.

Don’t get him wrong, he still parts it the way he wants, runs some product through it after squeezing out the water with a tshirt (no towel will ever be scrubbing his head, thank you very much) but after that he’s done. He puts on a comfy pair of sweats and a tshirt that has been worn into softness and sighs at the feeling of the material on his skin.

Steve still enjoys a party every now and then but that isn’t what he lives for anymore, no he lives for the ease that nights like these give him. He walks through the living room bare feet stepping over hard, cold floors and eventually finding worn down carpet.

‘Thought you fell down the plug hole and found a new family amongst the fish’ Eddie looks up at him from his seat on the floor, a small smile curling his lip and scar.

There’s a completely empty and available couch right above him but, as always, he’s curled up with his back against the couch and his foot underneath him, Steve can almost hear the complaints of a dead leg and demands to be lifted to bed already. He almost calls eddie out but thinks better of it.

‘Yeah, well, thought I’d try the mermaid thing out, might get one of those shell bras out of it’ he sits down on the couch, you know, like a reasonable person. He tilts into Eddie’s space, and watches over his shoulder as he delicately paints one of his mini figures. Steve braces his leg to support the weight of Eddie as he leans back into him, both of them finding comfort in the other person’s body being close.

Eddie hums, ‘I dunno if they got one big enough for your tits man. And anyway, I don’t think we should cover one of the eight wonders of the world’ it could sound like a come on or a way to start some jokey argument but Eddie turns his head and presses a kiss to Steve’s knee to show there’s no heat behind it.

Before Steve can answer back Eddie carries on ‘you want to do anything tomorrow? With your day off I mean? I was going to plan something but didn’t want to presume when you only get so many free weekends and I-‘

Steve doesn’t let him finish. ‘No. No, this is good. No plans is good. With you. I mean- Yeah, no plans with you sounds really good’ Steve bends down, pressing a kiss just to the side of Eddie’s scar and feels his mouth quirk up, knowing that if his hands weren’t busy he’d be pulling his hair infront of his face. The room is softly lit with only the table lamp and tv on for the light and the sun newly set. It’s all adds together to make Eddie glow and Steve’s heart aches for him.

Eddie brings the middle back up to his eye line before muttering ‘Love you Steve.’

It’s gentle and quiet but said with so much warmth Steve feels like he’s burning up from the inside, like somebody lit a match and is trying to smoke him out from his own body. The intensity never dimmed from the first time they said it and Steve’s hoping it never will. He leans back into the couch and give his attention to the tv, Mangum P.I reprimanding some criminal, and let’s the ease and familiarity wash over him. Doesn’t let himself question how he got to be here, how he got to have this. Just grateful for the fact that it’s real.

‘Love you too Eds’

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #I am TRYING to write when I don’t know HOW to write #I wanted something comfy cosy I hope this suffices

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starsomens · 7 months

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Hi! Happy your requests are open!!! Very excited haha

This literally might just sound so simple and basic but like, I neeeeed it lmao a mix of fluff and NSFW!

Him being just TALL and a big human(I’m 5’7 so him being 6’3 and big is *chefs kiss* but also makes me very nervous haha)

tshirts so big it’s basically a dress

sweet interactions/compliments

anything with straddling/sitting in his lap, being tossed over a shoulder, being tossed around

100% creative freedom of course haha just those details pleaseeee 🥵 🖤

thank you thank you!!!! I can come off anon and DM you if you want with any questions!

Note:I HAD FUN WITH THIS ONE AAAH- If I like accidentally make it seem almost like you're way shorter than you say, I'm sorry !! And for visual reference Noah will have his long hair in here! Also very sorry this is SUPER late!

Warnings: I made this like a domestic soft smut so, soft dom Noah, penetration, dirty talk, some love bombs in there, honestly just cute whole some sex with i love yous

Your alarm blares through the quiet room where your limbs were tangled with Noah's. Your hair was in every direction, Noah's shirt that was more of a dress on you rode up to just over your bellybutton. Noah's long arm reach for the bed side and dismissed your alarm. The same hand came back to your body and brought you into a bone crushing hug.

"Mmmm" you groan with a stretch " 'm sorry..." you apologize for the interruption of your alarm. It was one of the rare days you both had off and with nothing to do but be home with one another. So of course, you both made plans for the night before but never got to them when you fell asleep so fast.

"sorry for what baby" he half yawns

"the alarm" you answer turning your body in his hold so you can face him "how did you sleep?" you asked

"Good. Didn't have you leave you early" he smiles "Come on let's get up sunshine" he pecks your forehead.

"mmmmm laattterrrrr" he comes around to your side and drags you up by the hands with a groan

"Come on princess" he kisses your nose "We can make pancakes, your favorite"

"...with strawberries?" you ask with a smile

"All the strawberries you want"

He watched as you padded your way to the bathroom with him close by. You were wearing one of his baggier shirts and he loves when you wear them. Falling just below your ass. Perfection. There was visuals when you walked, sat down and especially when you bent over. It was perfect for a spank or grab. You both brushed you teeth and took a couple of morning mirror selfies. A lil ritual Noah loved to keep alive, and afterwards it was into the shower together.

On other days this shower may have been a bit steamier. However, he wanted to soak in the slow morning with you. You get out and dress into a pair of his boxers and one of your shirts this time and off to the kitchen you went. Noah grabbed the pancake mix and you got the strawberries to cut. One of Noah's favorite things to do with you was cook. For one making a great meal and doing it together. He loved getting a mix right and seeing the spark in your eye light up from the flavor. He loved coming behind you and holding your hand in his while his head rested on your shoulder and helped you cut ingredients. His long hair picked up in a messy bun while he coaches you

"that's it baby you got it!"

"My favorite little helper" were his go to lines when you're in the kitchen together. Soon your home smelled like sweet pancakes and fresh fruits. After a nice breakfast you sat on the counter and continued your conversation from earlier

"It's like...weird that we're both here on a day. For the whole day!" you smile popping another strawberry slice into your mouth. The sweet and slight tang of the fruit flooding your mouth. While you ate away at the berries you took a look over your boyfriend. He was leaning back against the counter opposite to the one you were sat on. His tall, slender figure, his tattoos, his soft hair, and that smile. Oh how that smile did things to you. You just thought to yourself, how utterly head over heels you were for him. The sound of his laughter, his passion, his love for you, everything made your stomach do flips. You were pulled out of your thoughts when he called for you.

"Huh? What was that?" you ask

"What you thinking about huh?" he smiles coming over to slot himself between your legs and lean his hands on the counter. His face coming closer to yours. The loos strands of his bun falling to gently frame his face. You lean forward and nudge your nose against his own

"Nothing...just looking at my man" you smile as your eyes drift into his own dark brown eyes

"Your man? Well I'm looking at my woman" he answers with a peck to your lips

"My moonlight" you say with a reciprocated kiss

"My sunshine" a deep kiss, his hands coming up to rest on your hips

"My baby" you whisper as your hands land on his to run up his arm and rest behind his neck

"my princess" his whispers back against your lips. He brings your closer to the edge, holding your body to his. You could feel his heartbeat against your own, nearly becoming one as your lips lock in a passionate dance. His hand glides up your back while the other holds you close by the small of your back. His other hand cradles the back of your head to deepen the kiss, you let your head fall limp in his hold. His lips leave yours painfully slow, leaving you wanting more from him. His eyes look into your love drunken ones, not a word was said as his lips gently ghosted over your skin, gliding down to the corner of your jaw where he began to peck at your skin. You bite down on your lower lip as he stops in a particular spot that he knows you love. Your hips give a subconscious roll against his own. He lets out a muffled groan against your skin, as his hips move against yours.

"Fuck baby..." he growls "So, fucking perfect for me." he picks you up from the counter and throws you over his shoulder bringing out a squeak from you.

"Do you have to carry me like this every time we decide to have sex?" you ask. The next thing you knew a hard spank came to one of your cheeks

"Yess I do. Keep that up and you'll get mor spanks" he threatened as he made his way to the stairs. Harper watching as Noah carried you up the stairs "You see what your daddy us doing to mama Harper?" she simply just tilts her head at you

"Harper, you hold down the fort like a good girl" Noah smiles as he disappears down the hall to your shared room. He drops you down on to the bed and you bounce with a giggle. He climbs over you and faces kiss from your collarbone up to your lips. Smiling into the kiss, his hand trace down your body and to the band of the boxers you were wearing. His slender fingers fiddle their way into your bottoms. His fingers coming in touch with just skin he breaks the kiss and says

"No panties? Awh was my pretty girl expecting to get fucked?" he smiles into the kiss

"maybeee" you sang an answer. He tosses the boxers over his shoulder, falling in to the floor with the rest of your clothes. Long forgotten as your bodies tangle with one another. His lips leaving mark in their wake along your skin, like a brush upon a canvas. His fingers curled within your squirming form. The sounds of your wet pussy like music to his ears. His slender fingers were the perfect length and width to find that magic spot.

“Yea Princess you like it there?” He asks into your ear as he pumped his digits just a bit faster with more force. Your legs begin to shake as your back arches off of the mattress. As he continues to pumps his fingers he positions himself between your legs.

He removed his digits, a stringy trail of your juices connect you both. A whine leaves your lips from him stopping

“Don’t worry princess” he said rubbing the head of his dick along your slit, using your juices as lubricant “I’m gonna fuck you just the way you like” he smirks as he finally pushes into you, bottoming out in one swift motion. Your wetness making it more than easy for him to glide right in. You sigh and be groans from the feeling.

His dick filled you perfectly, molded just for you. The thickness gave you a strange full feeling, you could cum just from him putting it in. He could feel you pulse around him, trying to milk his cock without any action

“Fuck baby….who’s pussy is this? Fucking right and wet…so fucking good” he growls as his hands come to the back of your knees, spreading your legs wider for his view

“Your Noah…please noah I need it..” you whine rocking your hips, getting only an inch of what you really want. Aligning himself he pushes the head in and slowly eases in, agonizingly slow. He finally bottoms out, he stayed there for just a moment. Taking in the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, the way your chest rose and fell. His hands trail up from your hips to your rib cage to your breasts, leaving goosebumps behind. His thumb rub over your nipples, making them erect. His hands gave them a squeeze as he brings himself out nearly all the way and thrusts back in.

"god baby...feel so good." he whispers as he steadily thrusts in and out of you. "does it feel good princess?" he asked

"So good! Please Noah harder !" you nearly beg him. He comes down close to you and engulfs your body with his own. You arms wrap about his shoulders as his thrusts grow faster and harder

"Yes Noah! R-right there! Mmm please!" you pant, your nails clawing at his back, grasping for something as the pit of your stomach burned with your approaching orgasm. The build up from before becoming greater

"Fuck Y/N! I love you!" he growls bucking into you in shorter harder thrusts reaching his end as your clamp around him

"I-I love you! Ah!" you moan feeling your core tighten and tighten until it finally snaps. You clamp and pulse around him as you finally cum

"Mmm yes baby Yes! shit...cum on my dick fuck!" he groans as he pumps himself faster, your cum mixing together as he fucks his cum deeply into you "Damn it, I fucking love you..." he pants as he litters kisses all over your skin "i love you, i love you....fuck I love you so much" he whispers as he rests his forehead on yours.

His tired eyes staring into your own. Both half lidded, dazed and full of love. Your skin hot and sweaty against one another, but it was the best feeling in the world.

You arms link around his neck and you bring your lips to his. In a slow, deep kiss. It wasn't just the sex talking you truly love him so much

"I love you Noah" you kiss his head as he lays on your chest, cuddling in close for a post sex nap. He laid and listen to your heart beat, and your breathing lulled him sleep instantly. This was absolute, bliss.

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#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens cult #noahsebastian #badomens #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian x reader smut #noah sebastian smut #star’s anons✨#bad omens band #noah sebastian fanfic

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paper-beats-writers-block · 4 months

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Having very many thoughts about Simon Snow today. Tl;dr only some of Simon’s magic was his but altogether it was too much for him to hold by himself: an essay. (Things we as a fandom know about his magic but I just wanted to write it all out comprehensively)

The main reason I think Simon was so bad at magic was because he couldn’t let go of it little by little. We know from the rest of the series that spells use up magic, and it takes the caster a little while to recharge from big spells or lots of spells. And it would make sense that the only way Simon could really let go of his magic was going off. I don’t think he was conscious of it, but he was more focused on holding everything in and not going off, which made casting his spells harder, and it makes sense why his successful spells were bigger. The closest metaphor I can think of is like a balloon without a knot will only release as much air as your own pinched fingers let it, and Simon was so scared to let the balloon go off (lose all the air at once and fly all over the room) that he didn’t even let a little of the air out, so it just built up and built up continually. Like in the beginning of the book when he casts “out, out damned spot” to get the blood off his pants and it doesn’t work (because he’s “rusty” and not letting enough of his magic go to make the spell work) but “into thin air” does—for the most part, but again it’s a successful spell that works bigger than he meant it to because it made the whole road disappear. But he’s also frustrated his first spells didn’t work and that anger probably let more air out of the balloon than he meant it to hence the road disappearing completely.

Which is also why at the end of the book he can cast without words and make things happen (magickally fabricating his wings and tail, and making himself warmer midair on the flight to the Bunces’ from Baz’s). He’s intentionally releasing so much magic into the atmosphere at once he doesn’t need the words. This is also why the magic sharing works so well with Baz, because all Simon is doing is letting the magic go. He’s not controlling it; Baz is.

And the whole concept of the humdrum is brilliant. Because here’s this kid that has more magic than anyone, but only because he was conceived magickally and connected to the magickal atmosphere with a series of rituals and spells. Literally in chapter 58, the mage (the fuckwad may he rest in pain) gives us a line from his Greatest Mage research saying “a magician that draws his power from the centre of the earth”. And Simon does that. That’s why the Humdrum Holes appear. The weird magickal sex ritual or whatever the hell the Mage did (and Lucy participated in) on the autumnal equinox 1996 in the tower of the White Chapel (chapter 79) literally linked their fetus to the power and magic of the earth. And Lucy gives us a line “like there’s something inside of me, and it isn’t just eating me, it’s eating everything” (Chapter 84). And it did consume her. That’s why she died after giving birth. Because it ate her magic first (she mentions not having the energy to cast anything), and then it started to consume her humanity. But it wasn’t Simon (at least imo) it was the sucking hungriness inside of him that the ritual put there from the very beginning. The humdrum was a part of Simon until Simon was powerful enough to separate himself from it, aka, the first time he went off in the care home at eleven. There were small holes that were probably from tantrums he’d had over the years, but the grotty jeans and ratted tshirt with “that infernal red ball” impression that the humdrum is personified as in the book was what came of his Nothingness metasizing when Simon came into his power.

Final thing (sorry this got long). Chapter 82 when Simon does the magic sharing with the humdrum and gives up all his power, he feels the same control over his power as he does when he shares with Baz, but only at the beginning. Once the river flows into the humdrum and he starts to fade, Simon notices the switch from his power flowing into the humdrum to the humdrum sucking his power out. And I think the magic that flowed was the excess power trapped inside him that he was drawing from the centre of the earth, whereas the magic being sucked and pulled out of him at the end was his own; the natural power that he would have been born with if he hadn’t been conceived with a ritualistic spell. Because he still would have had a TON of power because the mage and Lucy were both powerhouses as well.

Man I wish someone could have explained all of this to Simon before shit hit the fan. Kiddo deserved better than that. (Fuck the mage)

Thanks for sticking with me this whole time :D

#simon snow series #snowbaz #carry on #simon snow #baz pitch #awtwb #wayward son #fuck the mage #no seriously I hate that guy more than I hate pickles #And that’s literally a ton of hate I promise you

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tyriq-edits · 2 months

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In the Plain of Nysa (Trigun Greek Mythology AU)

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Priest of the Twins' Cult

Lives pretty much in the Sanctuary of Nysa by himself but gets occasionally visited by other Members of the Cult, his younger brother Livio or people in need of the Twin Gods' Blessings.

A (Kinda?) normal Priest living in his tiny Sanctuary offside from Civilisation on a small Island in the Aegean sea called Nysa.

His Duties for the most Part consist of Prayers and Sacrifices for the Gods And keeping the Temple and Statue of the Twins clean and occasionally doing a Ritual on thr Request of the odd Visitor.

Did not expect one of the Gods he is serving to be dropped off at his Temple by the goddess Meryl and her Satyr companion Roberto and to be stuck Body-Guarding said God but oh well here he is.

May Or May Not Regret Giving Vash That Short Chiton.

For more Information/lore about this AU just look at the in the plain of Nysa tag on my page or just send me an ask in my inbox.

Also shout out to my best pal Stephan for teaching me how to draw.

Additional Ramblings about the lore and WW’s design under the cut

This is btw what a Penennular Fibula looked like and I only now noticed that WW is wearing it wrong in my drawing 🥲 The needle is supposed to rest on the Bow of the brooch and not in the opening in the middle.

Also this Fanfic takes place approximately around the time of the Peloponnesian War (431-404 BCE), however Penennular Fibula were primarily worn by either Celts and Romans. So as you can tell while I am trying my best with historical research and keeping things somewhat historically accurate, there are still creative liberties being taken for this AU.

As for why this AU and Wolfwood‘s Sanctuary are called "in the Plain of Nysa“: It‘s actually a reference to the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, aka the most complete version of the Myth of Hades and Persephone we have. In this Hymn it says

In other words it was "in the Plain of Nysa“ in which Persephone was kidnapped by Hades. On a fun note, Nysa is actually not a real place anywhere in Greece. It was instead meant to symbolise "a place far away“ the same way we tend to say "in a kingdom far away“ when starting to tell a fairytale. However that did not stop some Ancient Greeks from guessing where Nysa might be located. Some thus point it to be situated somewhere in Macedon or today‘s Balkans, others claimed it was around the area of the Black Sea or…. That Nysa was on the Island Naxos. Which is why in early drafts the Sanctuary was meant to be located on Naxos itself but as I have never been to Naxos in my life it felt disrespectful to the actual people who live there so I just changed it to the Sanctuary of Nysa being on a lone non-existent Island near Naxos instead.

On a smaller note Nysa was also said to have been the Birthplace of Dionysos, with his name meaning "God of Nysa“. In other Stories however Nysa was the name of a mountain on which Dionysus had started his cult.

I am also taking some creative liberties with how Priesthood functioned in ancient Greece. Unlike how it works in Catholicism and other religions, Priests in ancient Greece were not a separate social class. Heck apart from a few Cults and sanctuaries, being a priest was not even seen as a main occupation of job for that reason. And a priest usually wasn‘t chosen by some council, but in many cases you just paid a certain amount of money to become a priest. They did not even have an official attire like catholic or shinto priests do nowadays. However they were still expected to dress somewhat formally compared to WW‘s Exomis, which is basically the ancient greek equivalent of a priest showing up in shorts, flip flops and an old Tshirt.

The Twins Cult in this AU is by the way HEAVILY based on the Eleusinian Mysteries, aka the Mystery Cult dedicated to Demeter and Persephone. I will some day make a post dedicated to them and priesthood in ancient Greece as a whole.

And yes I still fucking hate drawing feet and shoes.

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ceilingfan5 · 8 months

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2 or 21 with taakitz? pls and thank u!!!

“I think we should cancel the gig, I don’t remember how to play,” Taako whines from his place melted on the floor in front of the fan. His shirt, which was already too short, and also says crab rangoon slut in sparkly fuschia Curlz MT font, flops up, giving Kravitz an eyeful he’s burning trying not to react to. Every time the fan rotates, it blows a little further.

“It’ll be fine, and we’ll get paid,” Kravitz says, instead of I notice you changed your nipple piercing jewlery and I’d like to see what it tastes like, if you don’t mind.

“But at what cost,” Taako gripes.

“The price,” Magnus provides cheerfully, bursting into their private moment like the motherfucking koolaid man.

“The price of admission,” Merle adds, like that’s anything. He is, as always, right behind Magnus, and also wearing a stupid tshirt (“SUCCULENT BOD”, handlettered and decorated with dozens of little plants). Kravitz wonders, not for the first time, how he let himself hitch his wagon to this fucking circus train.

“Anyway,” Kravitz says. “We ought to practice, so we don’t flop out there and stink like dead fish.”

“I’m gonna stink regardless if I don’t stop sweating,” Taako moans. “I cna’t do it. I’m not a solid anymore.”

“Liquids can play the keyboard, probably,” Kravitz valiantly charges on. With Taako, you have to humor him to a certain degree, or he won’t even give you the time of day. But also you can only take some of his bullshit, and if you take too much of it, he loses any and all respect for you. It’s a delicate balance. Fucking circus train. Kravitz feels like he’s wearing the sparkly leotard in front of the tigers and everything. Shame he’s so into Taako, or he’d just go do something easier. Also he loves the band, but shut up.

“Nobody wants wet keys, my man.” Magnus shakes his head.

“Tell that to Florida,” Merle muses.

Everyone else boos.

“Why don’t you try, just a little, and then we can go get ice cream before the gig?” Kravitz asks. “Because if you can’t. I’m going to quit, and become a solo artist and be able to stop taking my blood pressure medication, because of all the stress you fools put me through.”

“Said like he thinks he’s not also a fool,” Merle stage whispers to Magnus, who nods solemnly.

“I want bubblegum ice cream,” Magnus says though. “So get off your ass, Taako.”

“If I die about this, you’ll all be sorry,” Taako moans, but he does peel himself off the floor and mope over to the keyboard. Kravitz takes up his bass guitar, and Merle sits at the drums, and Magnus connects his amp. “Fucking, ugh, an’ a one, an’ a two,”

“And a skiddly, idly, oo,” Merle jokes, but they start–

And it’s horrible. Taako bangs rudely on the keys, which immediately fucks everyone up, and Kravitz tries to save it but is torn between laughing and ringing his boyfriend’s neck, and it spirals from there.

“Like this?” Taako asks, over the bullshit garbage heap of a tune they’re butchering, playing his keyboard horribly, comically wrong. He’d probably have an easier time trying to use his butt cheeks.

“No,” Kravitz barely manages with a straight face. “I’m afraid that’s not what we’re looking for, and you’re fired, goodnight.”

“THANK GOD,” Taako says. “I’m going home. Music is dead to me.”

“Iiiiice cream,” Merle tempts.

Taako pouts.

“With sprinkles?” Magnus adds.

“And maybe a cold shower?” Kravitz smiles at him, letting the implication float through the air on radio waves, and not having to say, out loud, between the other two chucklefucks, that he would in fact like to join Taako in that shower.

Taako pouts harder.

“Fine,” he says. “But if any of you make me stick around to sign shit in fucking ninety-eight degrees, I’m ritually sacrificing a fan and we’re going to be on true crime podcasts for decades.”

“Goddamn,” Kravitz says. “Anything but that.”

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