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counter-culture-christian · 5 months

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Why Christmas is not related to Christ Jesus nor Christianity

A search on the internet will tell you that Christmas is a Christian holiday (I don't think I read that in the Bible) celebrating the birthday of Jesus Christ. Where in the Bible was the birth date of Jesus Christ given? It doesn't even give the date of the 25th of December. Christmas means "mass on Christ's day" how did it come to be that that was Christ's day? I know that He says He's Lord of the sabbath and that's God's day is the sabbath but Christmas? No. Christmas is the English term. "The earlier term Yule may have derived from the Germanic jōl or the Anglo-Saxon geōl, which referred to the feast of the winter solstice." Yule which is "the pre-Christian festival originating in Scandinavia which was later subsumed, along with other pagan celebrations, into the Christian holiday of Christmas." There are pagan roots, celebrations in it, how does it glorify Jesus? God? People might say, oh but they sing Christmas carols and there's the nativity. Please, it doesn't matter if that is done on that day when there are parts of Christmas which are contributed from celebrations offered to idols or possible pagan gods. "Yule celebrations began as a Norse festival called jol, although assessments of the purpose and traditions vary. Like most winter solstice festivals, themes of light, fire, and feasting are common threads. Some historians think that sacrifices were an important part of the observance, either to the gods and other supernatural beings (such as elves) or to the dead or both." "Since the early 20th century, Christmas has also been a secular family holiday, observed by Christians and non-Christians alike, devoid of Christian elements, and marked by an increasingly elaborate exchange of gifts. In this secular Christmas celebration, a mythical figure named Santa Claus plays the pivotal role." If it's really about Jesus Christ, why is there an image of a mythical man called Santa Claus? What does he have to do with Jesus Christ? As the quote above said, Christians and non-Christians celebrate it. Why would non-Christians, people who don't believe in, nor follow or have accepted Christ as their personal saviour, celebrate the day? How strange that is, a day allegedly dedicated to Christ is celebrated by a non believer who can celebrate that day yet still not want to seek or receive Christ Jesus. "The precise origin of assigning December 25 as the birth date of Jesus is unclear. The New Testament provides no clues in this regard. December 25 was first identified as the date of Jesus’ birth by Sextus Julius Africanus in 221 and later became the universally accepted date. One widespread explanation of the origin of this date is that December 25 was the Christianizing of the dies solis invicti nati (“day of the birth of the unconquered sun”), a popular holiday in the Roman Empire that celebrated the winter solstice as a symbol of the resurgence of the sun, the casting away of winter and the heralding of the rebirth of spring and summer. " Gosh, the Roman Empire and it's influence in Christianity is. . .I'm speechless. Many people are being led astray by their "traditions", "doctrines" etc. So much falseness. I'm not even surprised. Saturnalia: "The influence of the Saturnalia upon the celebrations of Christmas and the New Year has been direct. The fact that Christmas was celebrated on the birthday of the unconquered sun (dies solis invicti nati) gave the season a solar background, connected with the kalends of January (January 1, the Roman New Year) when houses were decorated with greenery and lights, and presents were given to children and the poor." "Saturnalia celebrations are the source of many of the traditions we now associate with Christmas, such as wreaths, candles, feasting and gift-giving." "The pagan celebration of Saturn, the Roman god of agriculture and time, began as a single day, but by the late Republic (133-31 B.C.) it had expanded to a weeklong festival beginning December 17. (On the Julian calendar, which the Romans used at the time, the winter solstice fell on December 25.)"

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rukia-writes · 2 years

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Buddha x (fem) reader

🎰 Casino event 🎰

Warnings: 18+ no minors 🔞, BDSM, breeding kink, sex toys, sir and daddy kink, role play (bunny),

Buddha’s girl.

Is what everyone in Valhalla called her, “Buddha’s girl”.

Buddha could be headstrong, however if someone wanted something from Buddha the best way was to go thru (Name). If he wasn’t showing up for meetings? Get (Name) to say something. It didn’t matter, the sure fire way to get Buddha was (Name).

Everyone knew it.

It all started when Buddha went to the casino and resort.

Buddha wanted to relax, as if he didn’t do that already, still he believe he needed a break and of course his friend Sakata Kintoki suggested going. Without another word, the two left for the new casino and resort, and once they got there the two had fun.

Buddha wasn’t too fond of the other gods being there, but that didn’t stop him from having fun.

Buddha was happily relaxing by the pool, laying down on a lounge chair with his hands behind his head and enjoying the sun being out.

“Buddha! Look what I found!”

Buddha heard his friend’s call his name, waking up from his nap Buddha sat up groggily as the sun kindly hurt his eyes a bit. But once he could see he was not expecting, a group of women in “those sexy bunny outfits”, is what Buddha called the outfits. Kintoki had a big grin on his face, believing this would make Buddha happy.

However.

“What did you find?”

“Don’t say that, they’re fans. So, I bought them to you.”

Okay.

At least they were cute and Buddha didn’t feel like turning them all away and so he decided to have a bit of fun. However, a little fun turned into half the night for Buddha and Kintoki playing at the casino. While playing Black Jack at a gambling table Kintoki did notice his friend still at the slot machines with a cute “bunny” still. Being obvious, Kintoki made a teasing face before going back to his game while finding his friend still playing games with just one woman.

As the days passed, Kintoki found the woman’s name and found out she worked at the casino of course, and popular among the guests. Kintoki could see why, shy, curious, and high spirited all in one and if Kintoki could see it Buddha saw it as well. As well as a little innocent, an area that Buddha liked to tease a lot. Buddha played it off like he wasn’t interested, however when Kintoki simply said her name Kintoki had his attention.

Giving her candy was another hint, as Buddha was a bit biased. Kintoki didn’t notice, but Buddha also gave her the biggest tips.

Not to mention, this was supposed to be a bro-cation. Kintoki would have to “hunt down” Buddha but every-time he would be with (Name) at the slot machines, pool, or out in the city. Still, Buddha denied he was interested in her. Buddha couldn’t deny it anymore when Kintoki caught him texting.

No. Buddha never texted.

No way.

“Man, you are whipped!”

“You don’t even know who I’m texting.”

Buddha covered his phone screen as he laid on the couch, the two were staying at hotel the casino had which was “a bit luxurious” Buddha called it. Kintoki grinned as he made bunny ears with his index fingers making Buddha frown as he was caught.

“Can’t get one over you, Kin-Chan.”

“Well, what are you going to do? Is she single.”

“She’s single. But there’s no rush. We can take our time.”

Buddha stretched out on the sofa with a smile on his face while Kintoki just agreed with him, after all Buddha had a good head on his shoulders. Now if he could just get him out and about they would be on a roll.

So, every year the two would take a vacation to their favorite casino and Buddha always kept in constant in contact with (Name). However, Buddha started to have his vacations were more frequent than before and of course Buddha wouldn’t stay at the hotel but at (Name)’s place.

Buddha liked staying at her place, calling it “A calming place.”

The two became rather close over time, chatting over snacks, talking about what was going on in Valhalla, watching movies, taking walks and naps. Any movie with kissing Buddha would shield her eyes in a teasing way, saying “Gotta shield you from the naughtiness.”

As if Buddha was pure himself.

“Say, how would you like to go to my meetings for me?”

Buddha found the meetings the gods would have to be boring and would scarcely attend them. So, why not see if (Name) would go in his place? And of course the sweet and innocent (Name) agreed to do so. Zeus, wondered who she was and was informed by Hermes that she was Buddha’s assistant.

Well, that was fair.

The gods didn’t mind either as they knew her from the casino and the sweet smile she had helped. So, (Name) was Buddha’s assistant whenever a meeting came up she was there, a message from Zeus? She read it for him.

Buddha gave her snacks and whatever she wanted as payment.

One day, however Buddha was surprised and pleased to see (Name) wearing a similar styled shirt that Buddha wore except the symbol was switched with another bunny symbol, a call to her sexy bunny outfit she wore at the casino. Buddha’s response was that of pure joy as he said “that’s hot.” Even feeling the fabric and surprised they were the same, pinching her cheeks saying “You’re the cutest bunny ever.”

That compliment made (Name)‘s heart skip a beat.

It’s true, Buddha did some innocent flirting all the time but as of recently the compliments and flirting had become heartfelt. However, the two were becoming quite close.

“Buddha! (Name)! I have something for you!”

Kintoki had arrived on a hill with gifts for his friends, both were relaxing underneath a tree and watching the clouds. Both were pleased to see their kindhearted friend, especially with the gifts. Kintoki had given Buddha Kintaro Candy, and gave (Name) a rabbit doll.

Kintoki had found the doll in town as there were many kids wanting one at the shop, and so Kintoki just bought it for (Name) out on a whim. Of course, (Name) loved it and thanked Kintoki, saying it was the sweetest gift ever. Buddha did tease her a bit, saying she was too mature for a stuffed animal. Ignoring Buddha instead as she puffed her cheek a bit as a pout while (Name) gave all her attention to Kintoki.

It was amusing, as Kintoki found out the next day that Buddha had bought (Name) a six foot bunny. Kintoki just didn’t know if it was because he wanted to make amends for his remark or because Buddha was a bit envious of him getting (Name) a gift.

Kintoki kindly leaned towards the second option, as he knew Buddha was teasing and didn’t mean it. Thinking to himself, a six foot bunny was just being over the top. However, when he saw his friend having a room neatly filled with stuffed bunnies he knew Buddha was behind it. The valkyries would pay a visit to (Name)’s “office”, mostly Goll, Hlokk and Alvitr. Buddha would give candy to the valkyries and they gladly took it.

As the years passed Buddha and (Name) were one in the same, and everywhere you saw one you saw the other.

Most people in Valhalla assumed maybe there was a little more going on than just Buddha having a sweet and cute assistant. Some, just thought they were rather innocent as Buddha liked to do whatever he wanted and (Name) was along for the ride.

That is until the day Ragnarok started.

After round six Buddha escaped the infirmary to the same tree he sat near before Round 6 started. Claiming his injury were fine, however his injury still gave him trouble and he considered stayed in the infirmary longer. As a matter of fact, (Name) was looking for him although wanted some peace and quiet. Not that (Name) was a bother, but everyone wants alone time.

“…Oh. Oh!”

While enjoying the warm sun and leaning against the tree while sitting down Buddha remembered that he had a “little” bet with his beloved (Name). Before round six started the Buddha proposed a deal, a risky gamble, if he won his fight Buddha wanted a surprise from (Name) any surprise would do. (Name) was more concerned with Buddha losing and losing him forever to Nifheil. However, Buddha reassured her that he would win and that he wouldn’t be defeated.

Whether it was Buddha’s cockiness or reassurance she agreed.

Now, Buddha had won and all that was left for to wait and see what his sweet (Name) had in store for him. Thinking to himself it could be something yummy as candy or perhaps popcorn. That would be nice.

Then again, maybe it was something naughty.

Before Buddha could think of something naughty about (Name) his injury seemed to scold him for it, as he clutched his injury in pain.

“You should have stayed in your room, Buddha.”

Buddha knew that voice and tried to play it off as he looked back to see his sweet (Name) with a worried look on her face, the “sexy” bunny outfit was a nice view from Buddha’s view. “A lovely view” Buddha thought to himself with a smile he playfully welcome (Name) to sit beside him.

“Is this my surprise? It’s nice.”

Buddha was feeling rather playful as he watched (Name) sit beside him, getting a very quick look at her breasts and then proceeding to be his easy going self. The two had a good conversation about recent events until (Name) kindly asked Buddha about the video she sent him.

Buddha was eating some candy he had nearby but stopped briefly when he heard “video”, with his mouthful he uttered out “What video? Hold on-“ it was rather difficult to make out but (Name) was used to it and just as Buddha quickly reached for his phone (Name) stopped him by placing her hand on his, a bashful smile was on her face and Buddha was confused at first but got a knowing smile on his lips.

“What sort of video is it? Speak, girl.”

“It’s just a video, why don’t you wait until later?”

It was (Name)’s turn to be playful and it only made Buddha want to see the video that more.

“Okay, I’ll watch it later. But… can I get a little peek?”

“…Peek?”

Buddha calmly pointed to her chest, it was Buddha’s favorite place followed closely by the thighs. Buddha would sometimes say he wanted to between them to whenever he was frustrated with something, Kintoki would tell Buddha he’s becoming a bit more whipped as telling him stop would be pointless as he Buddha did he what he saw fit or say.

“Well…okay.”

Slowly pulling down the top of her corset Buddha’s attention was solely on (Name)’s chest, regardless if he could only see with one eye at the moment. His thoughts were “Finally, finally.” Buddha was certain he was hearing his heart beat in his ears as he wanted this for a long time and just as he was about to see what he wanted both heard “What are you two doing?”

Quickly hugging (Name) as to cover her up he saw Kintoki with a innocent curious expression, obviously not seeing what transpired.

“We are hugging, hugging her does it look like?”

“Oh, well. I didn’t know. You shouldn’t be out here Buddha, the nurses are looking for you.”

Buddha and (Name) eventually separated from their hug when she lightly tugged on his shirt. The three chatted for a bit and Kintoki did ask why (Name) was wearing sexy bunny outfit as he hadn’t seen her wear it in a long time, to which (Name) responded with a smile on her face that she had made a bet. Kintoki kindly read between the lines but he didn’t want to assume wrong so he simply smiled and told her she looked pretty and (Name) bashfully thanked Kintoki. Buddha then asked Kintoki for a favor, of course with Kintoki being loyal Kintoki agreed without having Buddha saying anything else.

(Name) found that to be Kintoki’s “cutest” trait about him and once she heard that Buddha wanted for Kintoki to bring him Siegfried she offered to go with him while Buddha wanted her to stay with him for once. Nonetheless, he let her go with his best friend but before the two left (Name) gave Buddha a hug and then softly whispered in Buddha’s ear about the video and that seemed to please Buddha for now.

Kintoki found the two hugging suspicious and thought they were up to something.

Once the two left, Buddha stretched out and enjoyed the peace and quiet again. Until curiosity got the better of him and he quickly grabbed his phone. Buddha politely scooted the birds away as he had a feeling the video was not (Name) saying “Hello” to him, the birds chirped perhaps in protest but Buddha scooted them away again just to be sure.

Buddha was right, it wasn’t a sweet video.

The opening consisted of (Name) congratulating Buddha on his victory and that she was very happy he would be here in Valhalla longer.

“So, I’m sure you wanted a surprise from me and so I wanted to let you know some surprising things about me. Um, well I have a crush on you and I’ve had one for awhile.”

Yes, (Name) was wearing the outfit that Buddha liked so much and watched how flustered she was when confessing as she played with her bunny ears the whole time. For Buddha, this was art in motion for him, a gift bestowed upon him and he wasn’t about to fuss. No, he was enjoying the way she confessed to him ,the camera at the time, that she liked his easy going nature and his carefree attitude. It was the way he felt like she was riding his cock with her being there.

The more she confessed she liked the more she let “slip” out, confessing how she liked his muscles and how she wanted to feel them one day. Well, Buddha wanted to see her breasts which sounded like an even trade to him. While the video was rather sweet in confession Buddha was hot and bothered and injured. Cursing the fact he was still healing he wanted to do some confessing of his own and by the end of the video (Name) had another surprising confession to make.

“I guess I owe you a surprising fact about me, and that would be that I like to play with toys.”

“….Well duh, you have a room-Oh!”

The birds stopped what they were doing and looked at Buddha when they heard Buddha yell “Oh!”. When Buddha saw the bunny shaped toy. Muttering to himself that this was a surprise but it certainly welcome. Hearing “I’ll see you later Buddha” with her blowing him a kiss Buddha was a bit taken back as he muttered over and over again “Where the rest of it?” Then mentioning how he wanted to see more until he took a deep breath and leaned against the tree with his arms behind his head.

“That was still good.”

Closing his eyes and enjoying the sun and the clear sky, while thinking to himself how he wanted to use that toy on his precious (Name). Definitely, thinking how he wanted to tease her with it while having his thick cock inside her making her squirm in pleasure. The thought alone made Buddha want smirk a bit, then he wondered if he could ask her to get a bunny vibrator because he had some ideas for that.

“Maybe she already has one.”

Buddha made a dragged out “ooo” sound following it up with a “Naughty girl” while the image in his head of her using the vibrator on her made him nod his head in agreement as though it was “official”. Buddha’s imagination was all over the place from using toys on her to simply fucking her against whatever.

Bed. Wall. It didn’t matter.

Buddha had a lot of naughty things to say to her when they would, soon, let themselves into their lustful desires. A breeding kink was definitely itching at Buddha as he envisioned fucking her from behind while he held her right leg while whispering in her ear how sweet she was and how he wanted to treat her like the princess she was. How he wanted to fill her delicious cunt to the brim with his cum and how he wanted to see her round with his children. After all, bunnies are one of the most fertile animals.

“Now what toy could I use on her?”

Buddha didn’t know if he wanted to spank her with “bunny” whip or his hands which would work just as good as they were good in size. Vibrators, handcuffs and whips. Buddha wanted to use it all, however Buddha also didn’t know if he wanted to be handcuffed or if he wanted to handcuff her.

Again, both ideas sounded great.

What about butt plug ins? Did she like those? Did she have one?

One with a cottontail would be absolutely perfect.

Buddha had it all thought out.

The sexy bunny costume stayed on while Buddha used both the vibrator for her cunt and the butt plug in for her ass, while edging her to her breaking point. Of course he reward her, she was his sweet “bunny.”

Buddha wanted to be so sweet to her while also being so naughty and now that he knew how naughty Buddha wanted to play along. But it would have to be his way of course, there was a lot of positions he wanted to try.

Why not both? Both ideas were good.

Buddha wanted her to call him “Sir”, if not he would take “daddy” as a back up. Nothing in between, one or the other. Not to mention, he always envisioned her face in pure ecstasy and lust. It was what he enjoyed the most. Watching her lips say his name over and over made him nod his head again as though it was official. Buddha had a lot of thoughts for his tongue as well, from licking her nipples to eating her out until he was finished.

Sometimes, Buddha would imagine her being the sweet and submissive, while other times he imagined her being a top and telling him to shut up and be a “good bottom”. Buddha didn’t know what he liked best, both was fine with him.

Decisions.

Those breasts.

Buddha wanted to also have his cock between her breasts too, from giving him blow job while having his cock between her breasts to simply giving her a tit fuck while telling him “Keep going, my tits are all for you.”

For him.

No one else.

Buddha waited years for (Name)’s confession and he could wait a little longer for her to get back. As he too, had a surprise for her when she returned.

🎰Rukia-Writes🎰

#ror x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #buddha x reader

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but-thats-idiocy · 2 months

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Crowley and Dionysus

I was reading Aleister Crowley's poem 'Dionysus' (the real A. Crowley) and I wanted to do some research on the god Dionysus. The similarities are interesting:

The snake was closely associated with Dionysus; one of his forms was a snake.

God of Wine

With the intervention of Zeus, Dionysus had to turn into a goat to save himself.

The name of Dionysus in Roman mythology is "Bacchus", the god of plant growth.

Dionysus rides a wild beast. The ancient Greeks believed the panther was one of the favored mounts of the god Dionysus, which emphasizes his wild, carefree nature.

In his other works, Aleister Crowley talks about the creation of Jesus of Nazareth through Dionysus. Dionysus came first, he is the "True Christ" and Jesus was derived from the corruption of myths. Both Jesus and Dionysus have stories associated with miraculous or divine births. Jesus turned water into wine, which is exactly what Dionysus does. Both figures are associated with miracles and transformations. Both Jesus and Dionysus have narratives involving suffering and death followed by some form of resurrection or return. Both figures are associated with the symbolism of sacrifice. Therefore, during the Second Coming, we might expect Dionysus to come forward. *wink*

Dionysus is called "twice-born"

Dionysus is the son of Zeus, a wielder of lightning.

Dionysus is the grandchild of the Titan Cronus. Since the Renaissance, Titan Cronus has been consciously identified with another character, Chronos, the primordial God of Time, due to the similarity in names. The fact that this identification became more widespread during the Renaissance gave rise to the iconography of 'Father Time,' aka. the bearded and winged Time deity, who carries an hourglass and a timekeeping device, similar to Crowley's watch.

Dionysus is known as an earth god who has the grace of a woman.

Ampelos, a pretty satyr boy, also the personification of the grapevine, is the lover of Dionysus…and he dies. We can ignore the last part eh.. It's a bad omen not a good one.

Excerpts from Aleister Crowley's poem Dionysus, decorated with cosmos and fire:

I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And life for every one.

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I kindle a flame like a torrent To rush from star to star; Your hair as a comet’s horrent, Ye shall see things as they are!

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Your loves shall lap up slaughter, And dabbled with roses of blood Each desperate darling daughter Shall swim in the fervid flood.

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My life is bitter and sterile, Its flame is a wandering star.

Ye shall pass in pleasure and peril Across the mystic bar That is set for wrath and weeping Against the children of earth;

But ye in singing and sleeping Shall pass in measure and mirth! I lift my wand and wave you Through hill to hill of delight :

… I lead you, lord of the maze, In the darkness free of the sun; In spite of the spite that is day’s We are wed, we are wild, we are one.

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #meta #Aleister Crowley #ajb

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emkini · 1 year

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heyy I read towards the sun the other day bc I saw you mention it and it fucked. so ty!!!! if you feel like it, do you have other atla recs? 👀

Ohohoh do I

Notes:

I tend to be primarily a zuko-centric gen fic enjoyer in the atla fandom so that's what most of these are gonna be!

Pretty much every author on this list has a bunch of stellar works and I'd recommend checking out all of their ao3 profiles, but these are just some of my personal favorites!

I've been having a Rough Time™ lately, so most of my faves fall on the soft and squishy side– if you're looking for heavy angst I do not have much of it 😔

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Salvage (complete) by @muffinlance is by the same author as Towards The Sun and a fandom classic at this point; I cannot recommend it enough. Summary: Mid-Season-One Zuko is held for ransom by Chief Hakoda. Ozai's replies to the Water Tribe's demands are A+ Parenting. Hakoda is… deeply concerned, for this son that isn't his, and who might be safer among enemies than with his own father.

The Fire Nation Yacht Club series (reads as complete) by @sword-and-stars gives me all the emotions. Summary: Sokka knows three (3) things: 1. The caldera is on fire. 2. Ozai’s really, really dead (and so is his daughter). 3. The only one having a worse day is probably Zuko. / Everyone has their breaking point. This is what happens after you’ve broken. In which healing is a process and also it kind of sucks.

For Hearth and Home (complete) is another classic fic by the same author (honestly just check out all of their work, it's all stellar) that I absolutely adore. Summary: There’s a child underneath Fire Lord Zuko’s desk. He doesn’t realize this until he sits down and tiny hands wrap themselves around his ankles, and Fire Lord Zuko definitely does not shriek and backpedal away at the unexpected touch. He definitely does do that but Gou, the single guard he’s agreed to let shadow him, is kind enough not to mention it.

Mountains and Badgermolehills (complete) by Glass_Onion is an incredibly fun and well-written romp of a read. Summary: After the Blue Spirit frees the Avatar from the Pohuai Stronghold, Admiral Zhao captures Prince Zuko under suspicion of treason. Isolated from his Uncle and his crew, Zuko has only one ally: the chatty prisoner one cell over.

The Art of Burning (incomplete, ongoing) by @hella1975 is superb- lots of angst, lots of emotions, and lots of memes. Summary (excerpt): In a warring land, the Water Tribe forgave the enemy in an act of defiance. For this, he was torn from them, and this time, his wounds won't heal so easily.

Embers (complete) by Vathara is another fandom classic– one I have not yet been able to finish because dear god is it long. like holy shit. Very dense and plot-heavy and an incredible read if you're a lover of worldbuilding and fantasy politics. Summary: Dragon's fire is not so easily extinguished; when Zuko rediscovers a lost firebending technique, shifting flames can shift the world...

where the stars do not take sides (complete) by WitchofEndor is a very sweet and interesting canon divergence fic, and of course as always I am a SUCKER for the fire siblings being close. Such a sucker. Summary: When Azula is nine, she becomes an only child. She hears the Fire Lord call for Zuko's life, and in the morning, her mother and brother are gone. Azula may be young, but she isn't naive. She knows what happened to them. Which makes it all the more surprising when Azula tracks the Avatar down and fights his group of peasant friends, only to find herself staring into an eerily familiar face.

Honor & Vengeance on the High Seas (complete) by @paramouradrift is a very fun read– I haven't finished it yet but if you love boats, pirate Zuko, and angry teenagers being gay and doing crime, I guarantee you'll have a good time. Summary: Zuko was banished, but instead of devoting his life to finding the Avatar to regain his honor he gave in to his spite and became a pirate against Ozai.

And the world, still so wild, called to me (I was lost, I’d been kept on my knees) (complete) by delightfullydiscordant– An Aang-centric fic that hurts my HEART Summary (excerpt): A study in grief and loss, in anger and hate.

a viper-lizard's tales (incomplete, ongoing) by Yumi_Take is really sweet and very fun; it has a simple but unique and interesting prose style that I really like. Summary: The desert sun burns and Zuko probably shouldn't touch the moving cloth, but he does anyway.

#ask #anonymous #fic recs #atla

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dilfsfordinner · 2 years

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a/n- a tiktok motivated me to finish this, so if you’re reading this, ty for the jean content 😚

warnings- unprotected sex (please wrap it up irl!), fem!bodied reader, creampie, praise, cockwarming, overstimulation, breeding k!nk, riding

18+, minors dni

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Eyelids low with lust, Jean looked like a greek god beneath you, his chest gleaming with a thin layer of sweat. Sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room, heavy pants leaving each of your mouths, moans following suit. Jean’s hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb softly brushing against your glowing skin. The setting sun shone through the windows, highlighting the curves of your body. “My god, you’re an angel,” Jean groaned, rolling his hips up to meet yours.

Waves of pleasure rippled through your body with every plunge of his cock, your hands gripping the skin of your thighs while you bounced on him. Every ridge of him, every vein dragged along the insides of your walls, your cunt responding by squeezing his length. A raspy sigh left his lips at that, his head falling back against the pillows. Jean’s eyes were snapped shut, his cheeks blooming with color flushing down his neck and chest.

The roll of your hips was like heaven to him, his nerves lighting up with pure pleasure. Liquid fire seemed like it was consuming him whole, the familiar cord in his stomach pulling taut, straining against release. Jean’s hands came to rest on your hips again, his long fingers guiding your movements to sync with his.

His cock was so deep inside of you, buried all the way to the hilt. His swollen tip nudged at your cervix, walls squeezing around him so tight, his breathing turned labored. You were made for each other, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

Looking back up to his face, Jean looked absolutely wrecked. His eyebrows were drawn up, eyelids low over his lust clouded eyes. His mouth was parted slightly, saliva coating his swollen lips. Stray strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, some pieces falling over his eyes. You grinned at this, at the fact that you did this to him, that you had the capability to utterly ruin him.

Leaning down, you wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as you sped up your rhythm. Jean felt like he was glued to you, his chest to yours, pressed so close it seemed to strengthen the sense of intimacy shared between the two of you. He helped you lift your hips and slam them back down, his legs cradling your ass as you rode him.

“Just like that,” Jean grunted, looking down to where you sucked him in, a white rim forming at the base of his length. Every time you rose up and down, your growing wetness became especially evident, your juices starting to drip down your thighs and onto his.

“I’m so close, Jean,” you whispered into the crook of his neck, desperation lacing each word. A shaky sigh left your mouth when his cock hit the special spot inside of you, pushing you closer to your release. You clenched around him, cunt a suffocating vice around his length. “You’re killin’ me, sweetie,” he choked out, his hands gripping your waist, searching for an anchor to reality.

You didn’t think you could hold on much longer, whines leaving your mouth, pleading for relief. “You can give me one more, yeah?” he questioned, words a soft mumble into your hair. You gave him a weak nod in reply, shaky hands unwinding from his neck to rest on his chest.

He rose up onto his forearms, watching your work of riding him. Your tits bounced with each movement, his eyes glued to your chest like you were made of gold. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, which you took advantage of, capturing them with your own. Your lips twined together in a sloppy kiss, tongues tangling together in a messy lock.

Pulling away from him, you sucked in a harsh breath, switching from bouncing to grinding. Jean let out a deep groan at this, his mind totally enraptured by you. The fire in your core grew impossibly hot, consuming you whole. The spongey spot inside of you was repeatedly stroked, finally pushing you off the cliff of pleasure. A string of moans came from your mouth, your limbs turning to jelly as you came. Your eyes slipped shut, white blinding your vision in pure pleasure.

Your cunt gushed around him, liquid spilling around his cock. Not able to hold yourself up anymore, your body fell onto Jean’s chest, arms shaking as they clung onto him. Jean planted his feet on the bed, starting to thrust up into you, chasing his own release. You twitched in his hold, overstimulation coursing through your body as he pistoned into your sore cunt.

Your body was like a toy to him, limp as he bucked up into you. With one final thrust, Jean was a moaning mess. He threw his head back against the pillows, arms squeezing around your waist. Warm cum pumped into you in ropes, filling you up to the brim. His legs were shaking, breath ragged as he clutched your used body.

He stayed inside of you, his cum plugged up by his already softening cock. He made no move to pull out, and you didn’t mind. Being with him, all of him, gave you comfort, and him being inside of you just added to that.

Your head rested against his sweaty chest, both of you catching your breaths as your heartbeats slowed down to a normal rate. Jean’s hand cupped your cheek, lifting your face up to meet his worried gaze. Your chin rested on his chest, eyes almost slipping closed in a tired haze. “You okay..?” Jean questioned softly, stroking your cheekbone soothingly. Your eyelashes fluttered at the sensation, cheek nuzzling into his hand, “mhm,” you mumbled, giving him a sleepy smile.

You curled back into his chest, arms wrapping around one of his arms as your legs tangled with his. One of his hands gently rubbed your back, while the other came up to stroke your hair, lightly playing with the soft strands. “Sleep, love,” Jean whispered into your hair, kissing your head as you smiled into his chest, eyes slipping closed as you fell asleep to the gentle sound of his breathing, his heartbeat a lullaby to your ears.

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#jean kirschtein smut #jean kirsten x reader #aot x female reader #aot smut #aot season 4 #jean kirstein smut #attack on titan x reader #aot jean #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #jean x reader smut #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtien

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the celtic gods

please note that sometimes history gets blended with stories created by neopagan groups, and it's above my pay grade to know what is what

the creation myth of the irish is pretty much lost to time, but as far as I can piece together where the land and the sea met, a horse named Eioch emerged from sea foam. nearby a hearty tree grew which Eioch fed upon, and this tree may have been Cerunnos (not many sources exist to corroborate this). jealous of the giants (who created the earth) that were many in number, Cerunnos and Eioch procreated to create the gods

CERUNNOS: irish god of nature, life, and fertility. associated with horned animals

the clan of Tuatha De Danann

DANU/ANU/ANANN: the matriarch of Tuatha de Danann (literally meaning "the people of the goddess Danu"), she is the irish goddess of regeneration, wisdom (since the Tuatha de Danann themselves were crafty), and sovereignty

THE DAGDA: son of Elatha (a Fomorian king) and possibly Ethniu, a triple god and one chief of Tuatha de Danann, god of life and death, the seasons, magic, and agriculture

BRIGID: daughter of Dagd, irish goddess of healing, fire/metalworking, and poetry

AENGUS/OENGUS: son of Dagd, irish god of love, beauty, summer, youth, and inspiration

MIDIR: son of the Dagd, although his name may mean "judge," some stories say he crafted the rivers and lakes

ERNMAS: her name refers to death by weapons

THE MORRIGAN: daughter of Ernmas, a triple goddess and the other chief of Tuatha de Danann, irish goddess of war, death, prophecy and ravens. her aspects are often considered Badb, Macha, and Nemain/Anand/Eea

ERIU: sometimes considered a daughter of Ernmas, goddess of Ireland (Ireland is derived from her name) and sovereignty

BRES: son of Eriu and Elatha (of the Fomorians), he was an unpopular king of Tuatha de Danann since he often gave preferential treatment to the Fomorians

BANBA: sometimes considered a daughter of Ernmas, goddess of Ireland

FODLA: sometimes considered a daughter of Ernmas, goddess of Ireland

LUGH/LUGUS: son of Ethniu (of the Fomorians) and Cian (of Tuatha de Danann), irish god of nobility, warriors, crafts, oaths, justice and sometimes light or the sun. he kills Balor at the battle of Mag Tuired

NUADA: the first king of Tuatha de Danann, irish god of fairness, justice, and honesty

OGMA: son of Elatha (of the Fomorians), irish god of language, eloquence, and learning

DIAN CECHT: irish god of healing and medicine, Tuatha de Danann's healer. father of Cian and grandfather of Lugh

GOIBNIU: irish god of craft, metalsmith for the Tuatha de Danann

the clan of the Fomorians, who fought to take over Ireland,

DOMNU: irish goddess of the abyss, or deep sea. patron goddess of the Fomorians

INDECH: irish son of Domnu, sometimes king of the Fomorians, other times just a warrior

BALOR: a giant cyclops that is usually considered the chief of the Fomorians. it is his death, at the hands of his grandson Lugh, that creates a time of peace and prosperity in Ireland

CAITLIN/CETHLENN: wife of Balor, a prophet

ELATHA/EALADHA: a king of the Fomorians, son of Balor and Caitlin, perhaps a god of the sun

ETHNIU: daughter of Balor and by some sources, irish goddess of the North Star

gods associated with the underworld,

ARAWN: welsh god of hunting, magic, and lord of the Annwn (afterlife). represents honor and fairness

CERRIDWEN: welsh goddess of the underworld, a shapeshifting witch and prophet

MANANNAN/MANAWYDAN: welsh god of the sea and guardian of the underworld

and the rest,

MATH AP MATHONWY: brother of Don, god of magic, sorcery and enchantment. created Blodeuwedd for a man, and turned her into an owl when she became unfaithful

BELI: welsh god of fire, death, and darkness

DON: welsh equivalent of Danu, the mother goddess. there is another welsh god by this name who is considered the god of the dead

GOVANNON: son of Beli and Don, welsh god of blacksmithing and crafts

GILVAETHWY: son of Beli and Don, god of agriculture and ploughing

GWYDYON: son of Beli and Don, welsh god of war, magic, illusion, poetry, and music

AMATHON: son of Beli and Don, welsh god of agriculture

NUDD/LLUDD: son of Beli and Don, welsh god of healing

GWYNN AP NUDD: son of Nudd, king of the fair folk, associated with the Annwn

CREIDDYLAD/CORDELIA: daughter of Lludd, welsh goddess of flowers and desire

ARIANRHOD: virgin goddess of the moon, reincarnation, the sky, and fertility. tricked into jumping over the magic wand of Math, which made her give birth to Dylan and Lleu. she refused to claim Lleu as her son and laid three curses upon him

DYLAN: welsh god of the sea and waves

LLEU: welsh hero, often attributed the same powers as Gwydion

AERON: welsh god of battle, slaughter, and fate

LLYR: welsh equivalent of Lir, god of the sea

MANAWYDDAN: son of Llyr, welsh god of the sea

BRAN: son of Llyr, welsh god of prophecy, war, and kingship

BRANWEN: daughter of Llyr, welsh goddess of love, beauty, and marriage

MODRON/MATRONA: mother of Mabon, welsh goddess of motherhood

MABON: welsh god of eternal youth, hunting, love, and the autumnal equinox

TALIESIN: welsh god of bards and poetry/music

MERLIN/MYRRDIN: welsh god of magic, gifted with prophecy and wisdom

RHIANNON: welsh equivalent of Epona, goddess of horses, motherhood, and strength

PRYDERI: son of Pwyll and Rhiannon, hero who's story is told in the Mabinogi

BLODEUWEDD: welsh goddess of flowers and emotions, protector of women

AINS/AINE: irish goddess of summer, fertility, and crops, Queen of the Faeries

EPONA: gaelic goddess of horses and fertility

BORVO/BORMO: gaelic god of hot springs

BELENUS: irish god of the sun, fire, healing, and fertility. celebrated during Beltainne

CAILLEACH/SCOTIA: irish goddess of the winds and winter, patron of animals

DRUANTIA: gaelic goddess of trees, fertility and passion, seen as Queen of the Druids

ESUS/AISUS: gaelic god of vegetation

FAND: irish goddess of the sea

FIONN MAC CUMHAILL: irish god of the woodlands, leader of the Fianna hunters

MAEVE/MEDB: irish goddess of sovereignty, intoxication, seduction

SCATHACH SCATA: irish warrior goddess, teacher, prophet, and sorceress

SUCELLOS: gaelic god of good fortune, wine, an agriculture, equivalent to the Dagd

TAILTIU: irish goddess of the earth, vigor, strength, and endurance. foster mother of Lugh

TARANIS: gaelic god of thunder and storms, associated with wheels

TEUTATES/ALBORIX/CATURIX: gaelic god of the tribe, protector of the people

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two-white-butterflies · 1 year

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WAITING FOR A BUS

I'm a traveling man straight from a can, I'm a thousand miles away from my number one fan.

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Daemon Targaryen x Reader (MODERN)

Description: A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targaryen, who is your boyfriend's estranged uncle.

It doesn't help with the fact that you've been having dreams about him since birth.

masterlist | chapter six

Daemon always felt like a piece of himself was missing. He always had an instinct to hold the door when walking out of a building, or saving the last piece of food for someone that wasn't there. It was annoying at first — but when his memory came back in full assault it bothered him more. Now he was a hundred percent sure that something was really missing.

"Aemond's gonna be here later, you know that right?" his ex-nephew in law reminded while playing with the house keys in his left hand. Rhaenyra's car was parked outside of a catering supply restaurant. Both of the men wanted to follow her inside, but she shot them down — mumbling something about how stupid and incompetent they both were. "What's new? That cunt seems to be everywhere nowadays." he rolled his eyes while turning the ac higher.

There was a heat-wave in their town. Daemon was always resistant to heat, which left him wondering if it was the sun or his anger making him sweat. "Laena told me about (your name)." the other man raised his eyebrows in pique. Daemon couldn't help but scowl. He couldn't believe the fact that you were turning into chic table-gossip.

"You don't even know her. If my memory serves me well — you were dead before she and I ever became a thing." he retorted bitterly while browsing through his phone. Praying to the gods that there was one notification from you. "I was alive long enough to see you and Laena. What the fuck happened with that?" the man asked while pressing a finger to his forehead.

Laena and Daemon's marriage wasn't a political decision, rather one made out of pure love. He gave everything to her in his last life — his title, his reputation and almost his existence. They were two dragons dancing into an open fire, misguided by the naivety of youth, the very same claws that they vowed to protect each other with — began to claw at each other's hearts. That's where Daemon learnt that love wasn't supposed to hurt. It was supposed to feel good.

"You're not my fucking therapist." he rolled his eyes while tapping on the car-window. He checked his watch, counting the seconds in which he could finally be free of the philistine behind him. "Chill, that wasn't a personal attack." Laenor raised his hands in mock surrender. Daemon never lost his fire. He was still confident and strong-spirited, but he could never be whole without love. His eyes widened seeing a chat notification from you. Something good finally came out of this day.

(Your Name)_23 1:29PM hey 😌

ThomasDee_Targ69 1:30PM Hey! 👋

(Your Name)_23 1:30PM i wanted to ask about the dresscode for today's dinner, anything formal? or just casual?

ThomasDee_Targ69 1:31PM Wear whatever makes you comfortable. I know for a fact that I'll be wearing my lounge clothes 😉

(Your Name)_23 1:32PM well that's a relief 😁 looking forward to seeing you daemon!

A smile was permanently etched into his features. You referred to him in his real name. Sure, it was a glow-down from 'Ñuha valzȳrys' but it was a nice start. He stared at your message for a still second. He couldn't believe that he was swooning for a tiny megabyte message in the form of instagram.

ThomasDee_Targ69 1:33PM I look forward to seeing you too! 👍

It took him quite a few minutes to reply back to you, in fear that you'd unsend your message. He takes a mental note to ask Aegon III on how to screenshot the message, but for now he settles on the photographic memory of you calling his name. Oh how he'd burn for you soon.

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Your powers were scarce and modest, it couldn't even promise eternity. You spoke to birds and nourished flowers with your bare hands. It was a weak kind of power — opposite to what Alys had. Your older sister could foretell a thousand different outcomes, she could coax rain out of the clouds, she knew how many pieces of sand lay on the shore — she was a real witch, more powerful than you. But you never envied her — matter of fact you were thankful that she was the one who had the gift to destroy. Because even without power, she was braver.

"This is my last life, (your name.)" Alys announced, taking a small sip of her tea. You were her baby sister, the only thing that kept her human. "I've learnt enough in my past lives, the gods have decided to not grant me another." she added while staring deep into your eyes. Others believed that she was death, and you were life — but they were wrong. Alys is kind, real, and strong but she is not fair — and all is fair in death.

In your entire life there was only one path, and that was following wherever your older sister goes. You were her shadow, her only joy in life. "Is that why you're holding me here?" you pipe, feeling a sense of dread creep up behind you. "Slay me, I beg of you." tears threatened to spill down your eyes. What use was living without Daemon? What use was living if Aemond was there?

"I don't understand (Your Name) this is our home. I've already spoken to Aemond, and we've given you a beautiful room." she convinces but you don't believe her. That room comes at a price — and it was expensive. It was a touch in the dark, a flood of tears and a sheet stained in blood. You'd rather die than live through that every-night.

"You told me that home isn't defined by walls and roofs, but the people who live in it — Daemon is my home Alys, and you killed him." you accused and her eye slightly darkens. She felt partially guilty for killing your husband, but it was the only way to ensure her child's safety.

"But I'm here! I'm your sister, and I've known longer than he has." she argued trying to make you forget all about him.

He taught you a secret language, you can't speak with anyone else.

"You don't know me at all. You don't even notice me." you rasped, and she could notice the secret meaning of the word. "What do you mean?" she interrogated, prepared to kill the person who has made your 'staying' awful. "How long have you known Aemond?" you turned to look at her, with tears running down your face.

She began to notice how your face has changed. You descended into Harrenhal with glowing skin, and loving eyes. Now you were — tired. All life was drained out of your body, and she feared that it was because of her. Has she murdered her own shadow? All that's left of her innocence.

"What do you mean?" she asks while rubbing circles into her stomach. More tears spill out of your eyes — you lick your chapped lips, attempting to lock in more moisture. There was bile threatening to come out of your throat, and suddenly it breaks like water gushing out of a dam. All of your secrets became undone.

Your mouth couldn't stop running — you told her all about Aemond, and what he did to you. You didn't leave out any parts for your poor sister. After you were done speaking, Alys stopped breathing. The reality of the situation began to dawn unto her. "I'm sorry," she gasped, and the tears began flowing out. Her grip on the hand-rail began to harden.

She'll avenge you.

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Aemond gifted you beautiful sapphire earrings, they were as small as a grain of rice — simple enough for you to wear to a family dinner. You were wearing a beautiful summer dress, ending just at your fingertips, it was floral and girly, it was also backless which led to your boyfriend always having a hand on your back.

"You're not bringing a jacket?" he questions while tying the laces of his rubber-shoes. You shake your head. "It's hot pumpkin, I don't want to be sweating there." you answered while applying perfume into your neck and dress. The scent was a perfect mix of rose and vanilla, but according to Aemond it actually smelled like walking into a field of strawberries in Baguio.

"They could pop the ac on — and I don't want you stealing my hoodie again." he complained, he was sensitive to the cold. "Okay, fine. I'll bring something nice." you give in — opening your closet and rummaging through all of your coats. "I guess I'm just a little nervous about meeting everyone all at once," you scratch your neck.

You were just about to turn around, but his hands were wrapped around your waist. "I have a gift for you," he whispered while burying his face on your neck. "Another gift? You shouldn't have," you say as he pulls out a bracelet from his pocket.

It was beautiful, but familiar. It was a dragon-bracelet with gold wrapped around the entire thing. It looked like it came out of Middle Earth, it's beauty looked like elven design. "It's wonderful," you mumbled while he placed it on your wrist.

"I'm glad that you liked it," he kissed your cheek while reaching for your hands again.

"Now let's go."

next chapter>>

tags: @namelesslosers @immyowndefender @ammo2022 @perihelioneclipse @gracielikegrapes

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wolffoxnation2 · 3 months

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Current W.I.Ps

Here's some of the W.I.Ps I'm working on with summaries, extracts and little notes i have written for myself. And as I'm about to post this i am realizing that most of these are about Dionysus lmao.

Please tell me what you all think about these w.i.ps tho. I am open to constructive criticism.

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DEAD MOM(S) DEAD MOMMM(S) I NEEED A BIT OF HELP HEREEE

Summary: Leo and Connor Stoll bond over dead moms

Notes to myself:

[Con's mom died when he was a baby, and he seems nonchalant about it]

[the convo gets started when Con is looking for Issac Schuster. Leo doesn't know which brother of his that is and says that he's not used to having a big family and that it used to be just him and his mom. Con relates to that.]

Small extract: (this one only has a few words cus i got writers block)

The sun dipped over the forest of Camp Half-Blood. Casting a

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2. ..What?....You d-dont remember what she looks like?

Summary: Libary by Jack Stauber but as Dionysus and Ino

Notes to myself:

[Traumatize this man]

[Lines so i dont have to watch it over and over again]

[Behind curtain number one is... *Dionysus mouths Auntie* correct!]

[(have a pause before this) Wait]

[Y-You don't remember what she looks like!]

[Hey! Just make something up.]

[Oh! What you make is gonna end.]

[And get old too!]

Small Extract:

I never liked dreams much.

When I was a demigod, they usually meant more trauma to bottle up and ignore (Yes, Chiron, I know that's not healthy, but I don't care).

When I became a god, the dreams...didn't disappear for some reason but got less frequent. Maybe because I learned to ignore my past more effectively, or maybe Epiales favours me because I gave him that bottle of wine for his birthday.

Tonight, it seems I have lost his favour.

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3. Wine child

Summary: After a fight with Hebe, Dionysus ends up in his 8 year old self and the camp have to take care of him.

Notes to myself:

[First person switching POV?]

[Dio shows up in a stained and torn girl's ancient Greek outfit]

[Following Pseudo-Apollodorus, Bibliotheca 3. 28: Hera inflicted madness on them, so that Athamas stalked and slew his elder son Learkhos on the conviction that he was a deer, while Ino threw Melikertes into a basin of boiling water, and then, carrying both the basin and the corpse of the boy, she jumped to the bottom of the sea. Zeus changing Dionysos into a baby goat to save him from Hera]

[ "But I do not ask for the heavenly fire of your lightning, nor the cloud, nor the thunderclap… The sparks of the thunderbolt that killed my mother are no pleasure to me" —Dionysus, Nonnus Dionyusica 10]

Small extract: (since i have already posted a part of the first chapter ill put the second w.i.p chp)

Percy: Camp Half-Blood becomes a divine daycare.

"Why is everyone at the archery range?" Annabeth asked, deflecting Riptide.

I grinned, "Nice try, Wise girl. I won't fall for that trick."

She frowned. "No, Seaweed Brain, I'm serious! Something's going on."

I decided to risk it and take a look...and she knocked Riptide out of my hands and threw me onto my butt.

Yeah, I should have expected that. Classic Annabeth move.

But she was telling the truth though. Something was going on. There was a crowd gathered around the archery range.

"Maybe someone got claimed?" I said hopefully. That was the best-case scenario. A new camper gets claimed by their godly parent and moves out of the Hermes cabin. Worst-case scenario: it's another prophecy.

"A normal claiming wouldn't cause that big of a crowd, though." She replied, sheathing her sword.

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4. The horse and the infant but with Leo

Summary:

Zeus comes to Prometheus with an offer.

An offer that if he does something for the gods, he is free.

The thing is to kill an infant, Leo.

Notes to myself:

[Hypatos—Supreme, Most High]

[Use this dialogue later: "You, Klytotekhnês, couldn't defeat a titan." Prometheus said.

"I know," "but I have to try."]

[Palamnaeus-(Punisher) of Murderers]

Small extract:

The cloud gatherer approaches.

Prometheus looked up from his rock to the approaching gods. His face—painfully—curved into a smile that held no warmth. A visit from him meant a break from those winged beasts. And a break from those winged beasts meant a reprieve from suffering.

"Hypatos Zeus, Aidoneus, what do I owe the pleasure?" he said.

Zeus did not return the smile.

Sometimes Prometheus, in his endless free time, ponders if Hagno taught that boy manners.

Ever the social butterfly, Aidoneus — or Hades, as he prefers — turned invisible and left without so much of a greeting.

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson heroes of olympus #heros of olympus #leo valdez #pjo headcanons #w.i.p #my writing #writers on tumblr #fanfiction writer #fic writing #Pjo Prometheus #pjo zeus #pjo dionysus #pjo hermes #Wolffox's writing

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theokapuco · 11 months

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Maze Runner Aus that have been locked in my brain for year's and have now finally found a way out

Tmr expect the Ivy Trio [Thomas, Newt, and Minho] are corrupted / the corrupted versions of them

WCKD is still a thing in this World except they never had a Maze plan in place, instead, they took to experimenting on the subjects to get the results they want.

Thomas was a subject that showed great promise, he seemed to have the flare but his blood would constantly be getting rid of it. WCKD decided to test his limits and see if there was a certain amount of the flare his blood can take. This resulting in him becoming half crank with his blood constantly fighting the flare but the flare always grows back.

Newt is a Crank subject, he is given potential cures to the flare very often which made him conscious of his mind compared to the other cranks, but he still acts like a crank just with self-awareness now. When he attacks people he doesn't do it mindlessly he does it with purpose and knows what he's doing.

Minho was another subject who showed promise with his blood being able to cure people for a short amount of time, expect his blood didn't contain the flare like Thomas's did so he went through a different experiment. Basically the same as the movie where they put him through realistic scenarios of his worse nightmares expect he ends up losing his mind and is unable to tell what is real and what is fake.

God Au

This story does not have a plot line yet, just characters

Thomas is the God of Heros and is considered one of the nicest Gods so if you want to communicate with a God, most people recommend going to him

Newt is considered a Pathway, which basically means he's a way to get to the Gods, him and Thomas have been married for thousands of year's, he is moral but keeps his morality with a necklace Thomas gave him that connects him and Thomas together. Basically, Newt relies on Thomas's life source to keep him alive. If the necklace is taken off nothing happens, he just goes back to being moral.

Minho is a moral in this Au, he does not have a role in this Au right now but he is the main focus of this Au, with Newt and Thomas being side characters at the beginning before being main characters later on.

The Graveyard Shift [Newtmas Au]

A simple sweet Au that was inspired by "The Nightmare Before Christmas" & "I have read the complete works of Montague Summers as well as Vampires: Burial, and Death and would just like to say the Penny Dreadful's are horribly inaccurate" by Singtome & "Amalgamation" by Tattered_Dreams

Thomas is a part of the Zombie population and quite literally lives in a graveyard, he is a part-time worker at a gas station that runs 24 hours, with him taking up the Graveyard shifts. Something features about Thomas is that he can not feel pain but that does not mean he isn't hurting, he's hand could be on fire and he wouldn't know until someone pointed it out. He is also able to rip off his hand, but only his left hand specifically since that was cut off before he became a Zombie.

Newt is basically Mothman and likes bothering the shit out of Thomas during his shifts. He has bright red eyes and large moth wings, at the beginning Newt would try to scare Thomas by popping out of nowhere, hanging upside down by the ceiling but Thomas has gotten used to it and doesn't even bat a eye.

There was a time when Thomas did scare the shit out of Newt when he got stabbed by a Robber but didn't notice until Newt pointed it out and all he said was "Oh,,,how did that get there? 🤨☝️"

Basically; Strangers to Friends to Lovers

Extra --> A small concept writing of this story expect Thomas works at a coffee shop instead with Brenda

October weaves through September, summer sun green leaves turning into fall orange and reds. Pumpkin spice hangs in the air, breeze passes through the town, and the sun covers up. Thomas yells a “see ya” before leaving his home, closing the chain link fence behind him and sprinting through the dead weeds and cracked brick path. He rounds the corner, using the lamp post as leverage to make a sharp turn. Busting open the doors of a dingy old looking coffee shop made of dark oak wood and filled with books, webs, and mold.

The Flower Shop Down the Street [Newtmas]

Another short and sweet Au expect with superpowers

Thomas and Newt are around 26-30 years old, they are married and run a flower shop together, their flower shop is considered one of the most popular for the fact that Thomas has water base powers that allow him to water the plants more easily, with him being able to pick up water.

Newt on the other hand is a Planter but more on the weaker side of being a Planeter where he can't fully grow a plant but he can aid them in the growing process.

Extra--> I did write a short story about this but will only show some since I do not like the writing of it, I was like 14 when I wrote this LOL

Thomas places the watering can down the floor, next to a row of multicolored roses. And like magic, the water in the can float up, Thomas having his hands out. The water parted into four balls of water, all for different kinds of roses. He puts them into place above the plant stand, spreads his fingers out and let the water drop onto the roses like small rain droplets. Minho claps his hands in slow motion "ah, impressive" Minho says sarcastically. Thomas rolled his eyes " yeah I know, am the best " Thomas replies. He continues watering the plants the same way he did with the roses. Minho watching, the thing is, Minho wasn't born with powers and he always had an interest in them. When he was a kid he would pretend to have super speed and run across the field making 'zooming' sounds. He was kinda jealous of Thomas and Newt but he got over it and accepted the fact he was powerless.

This is it for now but in the future I probably will draw fan art of some of these Aus or built more onto them

#Me full on just vomiting all the Aus of the Maze Runner into this post 💀#The maze runner #The maze runner aus #thomas the maze runner #newt the maze runner #minho the maze runner #Tmr #The maze runner thomas #the maze runner newt #The maze runner minho #newt tmr #thomas tmr #minho tmr #Theseus Talks

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The God Children of Ana Chapter 11: Mortem Obire

The Locolichi king decided to try for one last god child before both the revolution and Ana’s war fleet reached the capital of the Locolichi homeworld; a massive skyscraper he called his home.

Only allowing his most loyal employees to follow him to minimize risk of assassination, he and his followers reached the space station. This last attempt didn’t use Ana’s egg as the king hoped that if it was only his gametes that touched the formaerem chunk then he’d finally get a proper god child without weak Keshali genetics interfering. And so he sent one last scientist on a suicide mission to the moon, and then the king retreated back to his home where he ordered all god children to meet at the capital for a debrief on what to do against the war fleet and revolution.

While the king hoped beyond hope that this final god child looked like a Locolichi, the Keshali moon finally gave in under the last formaerem infusion event. Shattering into pieces that begin to orbit closer and closer to the Keshali homeworld, disrupting tides and tectonic movement to apocalyptic levels and kicking up so much ash that almost all light from the sun would be blocked. Within nearly one year Queen Ana and her people wouldn’t have a habitable planet to return to.

When the infusion finished the final god child was directed back to the Locolichi homeworld to meet with their siblings, which they reached just before the arrival of the war fleet and revolutionary army. The Locolichi king saw his final child portal into the meeting just before the inevitable conflict.

They did not look like a Locolichi.

The final god child, who was given the name Poreskoro by their siblings, was the largest god child. A massive hairy tubular being with eight clawed limbs running down their body. Their face was a massive eight lobed maw, with half the lobes resembling the craniums of earthen dogs and the other half those of cats. On their back right behind their cavernous maw head was a small antenna that looked like a twisted snake whose fangs formed horns.

Their appearance broke the king. Between the failed attempts to create a proper god-like progeny, the entirety of his planet calling for his head, and an entire fleet of the “inferior” Keshali looming in the sky, he snapped and directed all his rage at the only outlet he had then.

His children.

The resulting verbal abuse was something to behold. Digging into any insecurities his children had and destroying any hope they held of their father possibly loving them. The emotions inflicted by the berating and their lifelong abuse bubbled to the surface and all nine children of Ana underwent what all guardians go through when experiencing substantial enough emotional turmoil; a literal meltdown.

Their bodies began to immolate and their mental states spiraled. They lost themselves to their anguish and began attacking their surroundings and each other, their bodies melting and exploding while regenerating imperfectly as an entire city skyline was set alight and partially melted. Their infinity organs kicked into overdrive as they began producing and expelling ungodly amounts of energy. All their abilities ramped up to eleven and entire blocks were flooded with acid, pus, and venom while the sky was set alight by fire, lasers, and lightning. Their diseases became the deadliest they’d ever been. By the time they had expended all their energy, nine infinity organs sat in nine craters. All of them in energy comas and only occasionally beating, gradually stockpiling enough power to regenerate their entire bodies.

The Locolichi king did not survive this and died as karmic hubris for playing with formaerem, a lifeform powerful beyond his comprehension and something he fundamentally didn’t understand, and for being a genocidal tyrant. He paid with his own life and unfortunately the lives of innocent people.

First chapter, Previous chapter, FINAL CHAPTER

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That’s the last god child down, but there’s still one more chapter!

I would have gotten this one out sooner but by the time I got to the linework I wasn’t satisfied with it and started all over. Here’s the previous sketch.

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The Grimm Variations, Episode 3

A new Netflix Anime has caught my eye. It's Called the Grimm Variations; which feature retellings of Original Brothers Grimm fairytales. But rather be a beat for beat, they are more reimagined. A "What If" kind of thing. I figured I'd share the original Fairytales these stories are based on for those interested.

The third episode is where things really got interesting for me. If you have no seen the show yet, the retell the Story of Cinderella. One of the most well known Fairytales to ever exist. However, they come at it from a different way that I quite liked. What if Cinderella was a massive manipulator, and made everyone around her think her step family was terrible? I think that's a fantastic spin on the story for modern times, as Narcissism and Manipulation is being talked about more.

But for those curious, here is the original Brother's Grimm story (In English of Course) It's quite different from the Disney Version. There is no Fairy Godmother, and the built up relationship is over a few days rather than a few hours. It's well known that the step sisters cut of parts of their feet to fit into the lost slipper, but the Prince set a trap to cause Cinderella to lose her shoe in the first place. Oh and her Father never dies; he's just cool with how his daughter is being treated.

Cinderella

There was once a rich man whose wife lay sick, and when she felt her end drawing near she called to her only daughter to come near her bed, and said, "Dear child, be pious and good, and God will always take care of you, and I will look down upon you from heaven, and will be with you." And then she closed her eyes and expired. The maiden went every day to her mother's grave and wept, and was always pious and good. When the winter came the snow covered the grave with a white covering, and when the sun came in the early spring and melted it away, the man took to himself another wife.

The new wife brought two daughters home with her, and they were beautiful and fair in appearance, but at heart were, black and ugly. And then began very evil times for the poor step-daughter. "Is the stupid creature to sit in the same room with us?" said they; "those who eat food must earn it. Out upon her for a kitchen-maid!" They took away her pretty dresses, and put on her an old grey kirtle, and gave her wooden shoes to wear. "Just look now at the proud princess, how she is decked out!" cried they laughing, and then they sent her into the kitchen. There she was obliged to do heavy work from morning to night, get up early in the morning, draw water, make the fires, cook, and wash. Besides that, the sisters did their utmost to torment her, mocking her, and strewing peas and lentils among the ashes, and setting her to pick them up. In the evenings, when she was quite tired out with her hard day's work, she had no bed to lie on, but was obliged to rest on the hearth among the cinders. And as she always looked dusty and dirty, they named her Cinderella.

It happened one day that the father went to the fair, and he asked his two step-daughters what he should bring back for them. "Fine clothes!" said one. "Pearls and jewels!" said the other. "But what will you have, Cinderella?" said he. "The first twig, father, that strikes against your hat on the way home; that is what I should like you to bring me." So he bought for the two step-daughters fine clothes, pearls, and jewels, and on his way back, as he rode through a green lane, a hazel-twig struck against his hat; and he broke it off and carried it home with him. And when he reached home he gave to the step-daughters what they had wished for, and to Cinderella he gave the hazel-twig. She thanked him, and went to her mother's grave, and planted this twig there, weeping so bitterly that the tears fell upon it and watered it, and it flourished and became a fine tree. Cinderella went to see it three times a day, and wept and prayed, and each time a white bird rose up from the tree, and if she uttered any wish the bird brought her whatever she had wished for.

Now if came to pass that the king ordained a festival that should last for three days, and to which all the beautiful young women of that country were bidden, so that the king's son might choose a bride from among them. When the two stepdaughters heard that they too were bidden to appear, they felt very pleased, and they called Cinderella, and said, "Comb our hair, brush our shoes, and make our buckles fast, we are going to the wedding feast at the king's castle." Cinderella, when she heard this, could not help crying, for she too would have liked to go to the dance, and she begged her step-mother to allow her. "What, you Cinderella!" said she, "in all your dust and dirt, you want to go to the festival! you that have no dress and no shoes! you want to dance!" But as she persisted in asking, at last the step-mother said, "I have strewed a dish-full of lentils in the ashes, and if you can pick them all up again in two hours you may go with us." Then the maiden went to the backdoor that led into the garden, and called out, "O gentle doves, O turtle-doves, And all the birds that be, The lentils that in ashes lie Come and pick up for me!

The good must be put in the dish, The bad you may eat if you wish."

Then there came to the kitchen-window two white doves, and after them some turtle-doves, and at last a crowd of all the birds under heaven, chirping and fluttering, and they alighted among the ashes; and the doves nodded with their heads, and began to pick, peck, pick, peck, and then all the others began to pick, peck, pick, peck, and put all the good grains into the dish. Before an hour was over all was done, and they flew away. Then the maiden brought the dish to her step-mother, feeling joyful, and thinking that now she should go to the feast; but the step-mother said, "No, Cinderella, you have no proper clothes, and you do not know how to dance, and you would be laughed at!" And when Cinderella cried for disappointment, she added, "If you can pick two dishes full of lentils out of the ashes, nice and clean, you shall go with us," thinking to herself, "for that is not possible." When she had strewed two dishes full of lentils among the ashes the maiden went through the backdoor into the garden, and cried, "O gentle doves, O turtle-doves, And all the birds that be, The lentils that in ashes lie Come and pick up for me!

The good must be put in the dish, The bad you may eat if you wish."

So there came to the kitchen-window two white doves, and then some turtle-doves, and at last a crowd of all the other birds under heaven, chirping and fluttering, and they alighted among the ashes, and the doves nodded with their heads and began to pick, peck, pick, peck, and then all the others began to pick, peck, pick, peck, and put all the good grains into the dish. And before half-an-hour was over it was all done, and they flew away. Then the maiden took the dishes to the stepmother, feeling joyful, and thinking that now she should go with them to the feast; but she said "All this is of no good to you; you cannot come with us, for you have no proper clothes, and cannot dance; you would put us to shame." Then she turned her back on poor Cinderella, and made haste to set out with her two proud daughters.

And as there was no one left in the house, Cinderella went to her mother's grave, under the hazel bush, and cried,

"Little tree, little tree, shake over me, That silver and gold may come down and cover me."

Then the bird threw down a dress of gold and silver, and a pair of slippers embroidered with silk and silver. , And in all haste she put on the dress and went to the festival. But her step-mother and sisters did not know her, and thought she must be a foreign princess, she looked so beautiful in her golden dress. Of Cinderella they never thought at all, and supposed that she was sitting at home, arid picking the lentils out of the ashes. The King's son came to meet her, and took her by the hand and danced with her, and he refused to stand up with any one else, so that he might not be obliged to let go her hand; and when any one came to claim it he answered, "She is my partner."

And when the evening came she wanted to go home, but the prince said he would go with her to take care of her, for he wanted to see where the beautiful maiden lived. But she escaped him, and jumped up into the pigeon-house. Then the prince waited until the father came, and told him the strange maiden had jumped into the pigeon-house. The father thought to himself, "It cannot surely be Cinderella," and called for axes and hatchets, and had the pigeon-house cut down, but there was no one in it. And when they entered the house there sat Cinderella in her dirty clothes among the cinders, and a little oil-lamp burnt dimly in the chimney; for Cinderella had been very quick, and had jumped out of the pigeon-house again, and had run to the hazel bush; and there she had taken off her beautiful dress and had laid it on the grave, and the bird had carried it away again, and then she had put on her little gray kirtle again, and had sat down in. the kitchen among the cinders.

The next day, when the festival began anew, and the parents and step-sisters had gone to it, Cinderella went to the hazel bush and cried,

"Little tree, little tree, shake over me, That silver and gold may come down and cover me."

Then the bird cast down a still more splendid dress than on the day before. And when she appeared in it among the guests every one was astonished at her beauty. The prince had been waiting until she came, and he took her hand and danced with her alone. And when any one else came to invite her he said, "She is my partner." And when the evening came she wanted to go home, and the prince followed her, for he wanted to see to what house she belonged; but she broke away from him, and ran into the garden at the back of the house. There stood a fine large tree, bearing splendid pears; she leapt as lightly as a squirrel among the branches, and the prince did not know what had become of her. So he waited until the father came, and then he told him that the strange maiden had rushed from him, and that he thought she had gone up into the pear-tree. The father thought to himself, "It cannot surely be Cinderella," and called for an axe, and felled the tree, but there was no one in it. And when they went into the kitchen there sat Cinderella among the cinders, as usual, for she had got down the other side of the tree, and had taken back her beautiful clothes to the bird on the hazel bush, and had put on her old grey kirtle again.

On the third day, when the parents and the step-children had set off, Cinderella went again to her mother's grave, and said to the tree,

"Little tree, little tree, shake over me, That silver and gold may come down and cover me."

Then the bird cast down a dress, the like of which had never been seen for splendour and brilliancy, and slippers that were of gold. And when she appeared in this dress at the feast nobody knew what to say for wonderment. The prince danced with her alone, and if any one else asked her he answered, "She is my partner."

And when it was evening Cinderella wanted to go home, and the prince was about to go with her, when she ran past him so quickly that he could not follow her. But he had laid a plan, and had caused all the steps to be spread with pitch, so that as she rushed down them the left shoe of the maiden remained sticking in it. The prince picked it up, and saw that it was of gold, and very small and slender. The next morning he went to the father and told him that none should be his bride save the one whose foot the golden shoe should fit. Then the two sisters were very glad, because they had pretty feet. The eldest went to her room to try on the shoe, and her mother stood by. But she could not get her great toe into it, for the shoe was too small; then her mother handed her a knife, and said, "Cut the toe off, for when you are queen you will never have to go on foot." So the girl cut her toe off, squeezed her foot into the shoe, concealed the pain, and went down to the prince. Then he took her with him on his horse as his bride, and rode off. They had to pass by the grave, and there sat the two pigeons on the hazel bush, and cried,

"There they go, there they go! There is blood on her shoe; The shoe is too small, Not the right bride at all!"

Then the prince looked at her shoe, and saw the blood flowing. And he turned his horse round and took the false bride home again, saying she was not the right one, and that the other sister must try on the shoe. So she went into her room to do so, and got her toes comfortably in, but her heel was too large. Then her mother handed her the knife, saying, "Cut a piece off your heel; when you are queen you will never have to go on foot." So the girl cut a piece off her heel, and thrust her foot into the shoe, concealed the pain, and went down to the prince, who took his bride before him on his horse and rode off. When they passed by the hazel bush the two pigeons sat there and cried,

"There they go, there they go! There is blood on her shoe; The shoe is too small, Not the right bride at all!"

Then the prince looked at her foot, and saw how the blood was flowing from the shoe, and staining the white stocking. And he turned his horse round and brought the false bride home again. "This is not the right one," said he, "have you no other daughter?" - "No," said the man, "only my dead wife left behind her a little stunted Cinderella; it is impossible that she can be the bride." But the King's son ordered her to be sent for, but the mother said, "Oh no! she is much too dirty, I could not let her be seen." But he would have her fetched, and so Cinderella had to appear. First she washed her face and hands quite clean, and went in and curtseyed to the prince, who held out to her the golden shoe. Then she sat down on a stool, drew her foot out of the heavy wooden shoe, and slipped it into the golden one, which fitted it perfectly. And when she stood up, and the prince looked in her face, he knew again the beautiful maiden that had danced with him, and he cried, "This is the right bride!" The step-mother and the two sisters were thunderstruck, and grew pale with anger; but he put Cinderella before him on his horse and rode off. And as they passed the hazel bush, the two white pigeons cried,

"There they go, there they go! No blood on her shoe; The shoe's not too small, The right bride is she after all."

And when they had thus cried, they came flying after and perched on Cinderella's shoulders, one on the right, the other on the left, and so remained.

And when her wedding with the prince was appointed to be held the false sisters came, hoping to curry favour, and to take part in the festivities. So as the bridal procession went to the church, the eldest walked on the right side and the younger on the left, and the pigeons picked out an eye of each of them. And as they returned the elder was on the left side and the younger on the right, and the pigeons picked out the other eye of each of them. And so they were condemned to go blind for the rest of their days because of their wickedness and falsehood.

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🌾 Herbs 🌱

🏛 Greek and Roman Mythologies 🏛

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Mythology is the handmaid of literature, and literature promotes happiness. Myths were told or sung to people at least 5,000 years ago. They were told to explain dreams or reasoning for certain happenings or to understand their gods.

Homer was a poet around 900 B.C. and was the main recorder of most myths, although there were poets who sang hymns and told stories of the mythological characters some 2,000 years before Homer. Many modern authors have glamorized myths and made them interesting to read.

The genealogy of the mythical characters is interesting, but we will only touch on a few to get us started. First was Chaos; from Chaos came Mother Earth, Gaea, and the starry heavens, Uranus. They had nymphs, titans, Cyclops and a most wily and terrible son, Cronus (or Saturn) who overthrew his father Uranus. He took Rhea for his wife and they had many children that Cronus devoured because it had been prophesied one would overthrow him. When Rhea delivered Zeus she hid him in a cave and gave Cronus stones to devour in lieu of the infant Zeus. Zeus was raised by nymphs and when he became of age he overthrew Cronus and made him regurgitate the other children. Cronus had destroyed his father and threw the body parts into the sea, from which Venus (a.k.a. Aphrodite) was formed. She is associated with the herbs rose and myrtle.

Zeus was considered the main god of mythology and he married Juno, but he had other wives and lovers. Some of their children were: Apollo, god of the sun, music and medicine; his twin Diana, goddess of the hunt; Hercules, man of strength; Neptune or Poseidon, god of the ocean; and Minerva goddess of crafting and wisdom (she and the Three Graces wove all the clothes and sails for the gods).

One day Prometheus, who was a cousin of Zeus and friend to mankind, met Zeus in a field of poppies. There they killed an ox and Prometheus tricked Zeus and gave him a bag of bones rather than meat. Zeus became enraged and took fire from man to punish Prometheus. Prometheus stole fire back in a hollow fennel stem and gave it to man. Zeus was so angry and punished him again and also gave him the terrible thing…woman. Pandora supposedly was the first woman bringing with her a box. So curious, she opened the box and released all the ills of the world, leaving only hope at the bottom of the box, which she kept.

There were many gods and goddess born to rein over the earth, sky and Hades. Pluto was chosen to rein over the underworld and he took for his wife Persephone who was the daughter of Ceres, goddess of corn. Ceres was so distraught over the loss of her daughter that she let the crops die and Pluto then made a bargain with her to release Persephone for half the year during the growing season. Cereal is named in honor of Ceres. There were many lesser gods, nymphs, satyrs, muses, furies, fates, and sirens that did the bidding of the gods.

The Greeks brought their gods to the Romans, but the Romans had other gods: Pomona, goddess of the fruit; Flora, goddess of flowers; Lucina, goddess of childbirth; and many more. Most of this study pertains to Greek myths.

There are at least 52 herbs that are influenced by the gods and goddesses of mythology. Even though Greek mythology has been in existence for at least 5,000 years, there are no followers of this ancient religion, even though it has influenced our lives in our language, literature, culture, customs, politics, astronomy, and our calendar.

Herbs in Mythology

Aconite- Aconitum napellus - Monkshood, Wolf’s Bane - Name derived from Aconae, supposed place of origin. It is said that it is an invention of Hecate, goddess of sorcery and witchcraft. Medea another sorceress and wife of King Aegeus was jealous of Theseus, the kings son, and tried to destroy him with a drought of aconite, but the king discovered the plot and saved Theseus. The old men who were infirmed were given droughts of Aconite. All parts of this herb are poisonous, but the root is most often used. It was used in the witches brew and gave a sensation of flying. It is used medicinally as a diuretic and diaphoretic.

Artemisia- Artemisia absinthium- Named after Artemis or Diana, goddess of the hunt. Wormwood was the Artemisia of Greek Mythology. It was used medicinally as a direct poison of parasites. If overdosed, it affected the eyes and could cause convulsions. An ancient proverb is as bitter as wormwood.

Bluebell - Hyacinthus nonscriptus - Flower of grief and mourning. Hyacinthus was a charming youth that both Apollo and Zephrus loved. Hyacinthus was partial to Apollo which angered Zephrus. One day they were all playing quoits and a stray quoit of Zephrus killed Hyacinthus. Apollo was stricken with grieve and raised from Hyacinths blood a beautiful purple flower that might evermore exist upon the earth.

Basil- Ocimum basilicum -There are many stories of the origin of basil, but we will surmise that the name coming from the mythical character the basilisk is correct. The basilisk was a large lizard, much like the bearded dragons of today and was thought even a look would kill. Scorpions were also associated with basil and it was thought that eating too much basil would breed scorpions in the brain. Basil is used mainly as a culinary herb.

Bay Laurel- Laurus nobilis - One of the favorite myths pertaining to herbs. Apollo was teasing Cupid about his tiny arrows, and Cupid shot one of love into his heart. Daphne, a nymph was standing close watching the two gods and Cupid shot an arrow to repel into her heart. Apollo saw her and fell madly in love and thought he must have her for his own, she became frightened and started to run from him. He was too fast and started to capture her, she cried to her father the river god Peneus to please save her from Apollo, so her father, who loved her very much turned her into a Laurus nobilis tree. Apollo grabbed the tree and flung his arms around it crying, "My love, my love, I shall love you forever and evermore you shall be green. I will wear your leaves as a crown to remember you." To this day bay wreaths are used as a sign of victory and honor to poets and conquers. Bay is used in all meat dishes and soups. A leaf in your cornmeal or flour will keep the weevils away.

Borage - Borago officinalis - According to Dioscordes this was the famous nepentha of Homer, which was drunk after battle steeped in wine to bring about complete forgetfulness. There is an old saying"Borage is for Courage". Borage has been used as a pot herb or in cooling drinks. The flowers can be candied or frozen in ice cubes.

Calamint- Calamintha nepeta - Was derived from the Greek word Kalos, because of the belief in its power to drive away serpents and the dreaded basilisk, the fable king of the serpents. Gerard said "It takes away the infirmities of the heart and taketh away sorrowfulness." It has mint like flavor and can be used in cooking.

Centaury- Erythraea centaurium - Gentian or Feverwort-A red flowering herb which is named after the Greek centaur, Chiron (Kirun). Centaurs were half-man and half-horse. Chiron was a great teacher of the gods and was skilled in medicinal herbs. Hercules shot him by mistake with a poison arrow and he cured himself with centaury plant. Jupiter decided he was too powerful and sent him to heaven where he is the constellation Sagittarius. Centaury is used as an antiseptic, astringent and a dye to use on wounds and is a vermifuge.

Dog's Mercury- Mercurialis perennis (Euphoriaceae) - Disagreeable odor, extremely acrid and poisonous to animals. Its name is derived from Mercury, god of skill and dexterity. He revealed it medicinal virtues. It is used externally to remove warts, and is used in skin diseases. It produces a blue dye.

Elecampane- Inula helenium - Wild yellow flower, much like a sunflower -The Ancient writers mention Inula as affording a root used both as a medicine and a condiment. The origin of the name helenium probably came from Helen of Troy. She had a large arm full of these flowers when Paris stole her from her husband Menelaus that started the Trojan War that lasted ten years. When Paris was killed Helen returned to Menelaus and through difficulty they returned to Sparta where they lived happily ever after. Elecampane is used medicinally and the roots can be candied and eaten as a sweet.

Eyebright- Euphrasia officinalis - Euphrasia is of Greek origin meaning gladness. Named for one of the Three Graces, Euphrosyne who was distinguished for her joy and mirth. Eyebright is used as an astringent and a lotion for the eyes.

Fennel- Foeniculum vulgare - This herb was held in reverance by early man because Prometheus brought fire to man in the hollow stem. It was and still is used as a vegetable and also used to aid digestion.

Fig- Ficus carica -The fig was dedicated to Bacchus and was the main diet of the early Greeks and Romans. The wolf that suckled Romulus and Remus rested under a fig tree and therefore was held sacred by the Romans. Romulus and Remus founded the city of Rome, Remus died and Romulus collected all the thieves and outlaws to populate his city. The inhabitants of Cyrene crowned themselves with fig wreaths when sacrificing to Saturn holding him to be the discoverer of the fruit.

Flax- Linum usitatissimun - Flax was used for weaving, Minerva and the Three Graces wove the clothes of the gods and their sails. The Ancients used flax seed for bread. Linseed oil is used in paint as a drying agent. Linseed cakes are used medicinally as a laxative. Arachne was a talented weaver and challenged Minerva to a contest. It angered Minerva and she changed her into a spider to weave through eternity.

Garlic- Allium sativum - Garlic was placed by the Ancients at the crossroads as a supper for the goddess Hekate. Homer tells us that the virtues of garlic is what saved Ulysses from being turned into a pig like his soldiers were on the island of Aeaea by Circe, an enchantress. Garlic is now used as a flavoring for meats, and has medicinal properties that contain antiseptic and antibiotic properties. It is used as a stimulant, diuretic, expectorant and is used in healing ointments.

Mints- Spearmint- Mentha viridis Peppermint-Menthapiperita Pennyroyal-Mentha pulegium. Mentha is derived from the mythological origin ascribed to it. Mentha was a nymph, because of her love for Pluto was turned into the plant mint by Persephone, Pluto’s wife. The Ancients scoured their tables with this herb when preparing for the gods. It is also a bee herb. The gods had fields of mint for bees to use to make honey. Mint is used for teas, and to flavor sweets and vegetables. Medicinally it is a stimulant, carmative and antispasmodic.

Mistletoe- Loranthacea – It was considered the "Golden Bough" which opened the world of the dead to Aneas. To the primitive mind, deaths opposite are sex and fertility and mistletoe stood for this also. It was thought to be a life giver and panacea to cure all ills. Asclepus, the son of Apollo learned the art of healing and was considered the father of medicine. He cured many Greeks with mistletoe. Legend has it that he was shown mistletoe by a serpent in a tomb.

Mulberry- Morus nigra - Berries were eaten at ancient feasts. The love myth pertaining to mulberries is a Romeo and Juliet love story. Pyramus and Thisbe were in love, but were forbade by their parents to marry. They planned a midnight meeting under a mulberry tree. Thisbe arrived first and was frightened by a lion, she ran loosing her veil. The lion picked it up in his bloody mouth and dropped it. Pyramus found the veil and was sure his love had been killed by the lion, then he took his sword saying "My love you will not die alone." He stabbed himself . When Thisbe returned and found her love dead she took up his sword and killed herself. The mingled blood from both traveled up the tree and the berries which had been white, were turned deep red as they have remained to this day. The mulberry tree was dedicated to Minerva by the Ancients. Mulberries can be eaten raw, or made into jams or wine.

Myrtle– Myrtus communis – The emblem of fertility and purity and therefore used in wedding bouquests. Minerva had a favorite virgin, Myrsine, and Minerva saved her by turning her into a myrtle bush. Venus also hid behind a myrtle when the satyrs were chasing her, Myrtle and roses were dedicated to Venus. Bacchus or Dioneyus went to Persephone, goddess of the underworld and offered myrtle to release his mother from death.

Narcissus- Amaryllidaceae - A beautiful youth named Narcissus saw his image in a pool of water and fell in love with it. He tried in vain to embrace the image, but it always alluded him, he was so grief stricken that he would not eat and said "Dear beauty why do you shun me? I love you so." He became weak and pale and withered and in his place when he died was a beautiful blue flower which preserves the memory of Narcissus to this day. This plant is poisonous if taken internally. The word, narcissism, meaning to love oneself comes from this myth.

Nightshade- Atropa belladonna -The devil himself, it has been said attends this plant. It is deadly poison, but is a valuable medicine. Its botanical name derives from one of the Three Fates, Atropos, who cut the thread of life, which pertains to its poison. Opthomologists use Atropine to dilate the eyes, and it is used as an antispasmodic.Bittersweet is also a nightshade.(Solanum dulmara)

Parsley- Petroselinum crispum - It is said to have sprung from the blood of the Greek hero Archemorus, the forerunner of death. This herb was dedicated to Persephone, goddess of the underworld, and was used in funeral rites. It was considered the herb of the dead. The Ancients fed their chariot horses parsley. Parsley is widely used as a culinary herb, but it is also used medicinally. It is also a diuretic.

Poppy- Papaver somniferum - Opium poppy - Somnus, god of sleep was always crowned with poppies or lying surrounded with them. Ceres, the goddess of corn, wore a crown of grain interwoven with poppies. Poppies were sacred to Ceres. They are still called cornflowers in many European countries. The seeds can be used in cakes. The juice removed from the head is used medicinally for pain.

Quince- Cydonia vulgaris - This fruit has been eaten throughout history. To the Greeks and Romans quince was sacred. Venus is often depicted with a quince in her right hand. Hercules who was sent on twelve labors and the eleventh was to return with golden apples, these supposedly were quince. Hercules went to the divine garden of Hesperides and found the tree guarded by a dragon. He also knew that Atlas, the Titon, who held up the world lived close by, so he went to him and offered to hold up the world if Atlas would go to the tree and bring him some golden apples. Atlas was happy to oblige and soon arrived with the apples, but refused to take the world back on his shoulders. Hercules acted as if he didn’t care, but said if only Atlas would hold it while he adjusted his lions skin on his own shoulders, so Atlas agreed, but when Atlas took it back Hercules bid him farewell and left with the apples. The golden apples were regarded as a symbol of love and happiness. Quince can be eaten raw.

Rose- Rosaceae - The word rose comes from the Greek word rodon (red) and the rose of the Ancients was a deep crimson and supposedly sprung from the blood of Adonis. Adonis was a beautiful young man that Venus fell in love with and went hunting with him. She cautioned him all the while to be careful of large prey. One day she left him in her chariot drawn by swans and started for Mt. Olympus, but on the way she heard Adonis moaning, she returned to him and found him dying from being gored by a wild boar. She was grief stricken and as he lay dying she said "My Adonis, my grief shall endure, but your blood shall be changed into a beautiful flower." It is the flower of love. The gods Cupid and Bacchus are also associated with the rose-the sign of pleasure and companion of mirth and wine. Roses were spread on the floors at great celebrations and were scattered at the feet of Flora, goddess of flowers.

Rosemary- Rosmarinus officinalis - Rosemary is the plant that grows by the sea (mare from which marinus is derived) the syllable rose is that the plant is often seen glittering with dew (ros) on the shores of the sea. The Ancients were well aquainted with this herb that had a reputation for strengthening the memory. The Muses were the nine daughters of Jupiter and Mnemosyne(Memory). They presided over song and prompted the memory. They sometimes are pictured with rosemary in their hands. Minerva, the goddess of knowledge is also associated with this herb. It was used at both weddings and funerals as it is today. Rosemary is used for culinary, crafting and medicine.

Rue- Ruta graveolens - The name comes from reuo (to set free) because it was used to treat many diseases. The Ancients used it as the chief ingredient of the famous antidote to poison used by King Mithridates who said to become immuned to poison by taking it in gradual doses. It was the DDT of the Ancients.

Savory- Winter savory - Satureja montana, Summer savory - S. hortensis - This herb belonged to the satyrs, these were hairy little creatures with short horns, feet of a goat, mischievous and oversexed. They attended to Bacchus and lived in the woods with Pan, god of the shepherds. Both savorys can be used in meat and bean dishes. Winter savory is a perennial and summer savory is an annual. Mercury claims dominion over this herb.

Thyme - Thymusvulgaris - Thymus comes from the Greek word meaning courage. This herb was known to the Ancients because it was an herb the bees loved and honey was loved by the gods. It was used as an aromatic herb and also rubbed on the tables to clean them for food. Thyme was used internally and externally as an antiseptic. "To smell of thyme" was an expression of praise. It was also used to preserve meat.

Vine Grape- Vitis vinefera - Grapes were considered fruit of the gods and Bacchus was the god of wine. He represents not only the intoxicating power of wine but its social and beneficent influences also, so that he is viewed as the promoter of civilization and a lawgiver and lover of peace. Grape leaves were used medicinally for dysentery.

Walnut- Juglans nigea - In the Golden Age" when men lived on acorns the gods lived on walnuts thus the name Jovis glans or Jupiter’s nuts. The kernels contain oil, albumin ,mineral matter, cellulose and water. Walnuts are used for flavoring cakes, cookies and candy.

Yarrow- Achillea millefolium - Achilles, the great warrior in the ten year Trojan War staunched the bleeding wounds of his soldiers with yarrow. He also tried to stop the bleeding wound in his heel, but alas, he died from his wound. Yarrow was called the military herb by the Ancients. We get the words "Achilles tendon " from this incident in mythology. Yarrow is used as "hops" in beer, as snuff, and as an antiseptic.

These are only a few of the herbs pertaining to mythology, please add to this list with your own research of this delightful study.

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Top 10 of characters that should appear in season 4

Ever since I knew about the fourth season of Monkie Kid, I've been wondering about the plot and the new characters that would appear.

So here's my own top 10 of characters, deityties and gods/godnesses that I think should appear on the new season!

Nº 10 The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl

I am a sucker of romance and this kind of story should be included. The story tells of the romance between Zhinü , the weaver girl and Niulang, the cowherd; it was a forbidden romance and they were seperated in the space, with the Milky Way in between them. Once a year, on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, a flock of magpies would form a bridge to reunite the lovers for a single day, the Qixi Festival.

Why they should it appear in the show? Other that they would be an adorb couple, every show needs a valentine's episode.

Nº9 The White Snake and Green Snake

Another love story that it cannot be ignored. Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing are two snake demons of the old chinese folklore, in wihch the white snake became a deidity by saving her beloved mortal husband. We had dragon characters, so why not snake characters? I think it would be cool to have some desdants of them, either allies of villians.

Nº8 Fox Demons

There's sonething about foxes that I love in the asian myths; they can either been tricky and evil or just playfull shenanigans. And that's what it's so much fun about them. They could appear as either the goddess Huxian or normal spirti foxes as like Huli Jing. I think it would be a fun idea to design a fox lego figure; I do hope theymade it a two faced one.

Nº7 Guanyin

This godness of compassion was part of the Journey of the West story; she provided the Golden Headband which the Monk Tripitaka used to control the Monkey King during the quest. I can see Sun Wukong being pretty wary around her. Really! She may be like the Virgin Mary of this myth but she created a torture item that gave him headaches. I'm sure that if they make her in the Lego wolrd, she would be beautiful.

Nº6 The Jade Emperor

HUGE deal with this god. And a must-to-appear character that the gang had to face one of this days. The Jade Emperor should be intimidating and solemn, and also someone else that Sun Wukong would not want to face soon. After all, he created an havoc on the Celestial Realm.

Nº5 The Jade Rabbit (Or Moon Rabbit)

One thing that I missed in the episode with Chang'e was the Jade Rabbit. I don't know if it was the one of the opening of her cooking tv show or if the creature created the robot rabbits for some reasons, but I do really want to see it interacting with others. Apperently, the rabbit was also an antagonist of the Journey of the West. Which means the bunny has an story with Sun Wukong... I imagine that, ironically, the monkey isn't so keen with the fluffy animal. Yes, he was all adorable with the robot rabbit; but he knew what attitude the rabbit truly has and he would go "Oh, it's you again?"

Nº4 Sha Wujing

Now to the canon characters that I do hope we can see, in flashbacks at least. I start with Sha Wujing of the Sand River and an general of Heaven that was dishonered by his own bad actions. In the series we know so little about him and his conection with Sandy that it would be nice to see him and the power he has in the past.

Nº3 Zhu Bajie

Now this pig contrast a lot with Pigsy. Unlike our favortie cook, this celestial swine was more twisted and egoist in the story. This guy had been kidnapping ladies and threating villages like the typical villian of the story, but he had the chance of redemption like the others disciples of the monk. I totally see the Bajie and Wukong having bikering and fights like two not-ask-to-be brothers.

Nº2 The White Dragon Horse

Who doesn't love dragons? Bai Long Ma has become one of the secondary characters that we need to appreciate and know better. The plot twist that he protected his monk friend by becoming the fourth Ring of the Samadhi Fire was unpredictable and needed to be deeped. Somehow it seems like the Dragon family didn't knew about this inconvinience curse or whatever. Why did he concealed the secret? And what would be Mei's opinion of his great-great-etc-grandfather? And also, why we didn't saw him shapeswift into a horse yet?

Nº1 Tang Sanzang

Why is he in the top one you ask? Because I do feel like his presence would be appearing more in the future series, now that we know that Mr Tang it's his reincarnated. This monk also called Tripitaka was a crutial, and still is, role of patience and kindness that it makes impact to the people he is surrounded. He gave his disciples the chance to change, to become better, because he saw in them a smigde of goodness that they can achieve... Even in the Lady Bone Demon, sadly. His power and energy needs to be explored and see in flashbacks. I feel like Sun Wukong would still remember his master with respect and caring.

Those are my top 10, what are yours?

#lego monkie kid #chinese myths #lmk season 4 #lmk #china

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