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artificial-transmutations · 8 months

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Your wish is my command

People knew when James approached pretty soon. Even with his 31 years, he still pretty much looked - and behaved - like the popular high school boy he used to be. He was loud, obnoxious and always surrounded by a group of friends - mostly his male buddies, but from time to time also one of his cardboard cutout girlfriends.

With his youthful looks and beautiful face, it wasn't very difficult for him to find a new girl - a fact he well knew and exploited. So, in general, his relationships rarely lasted longer than a few weeks or months until James got tired of his current girlfriend and dumped her for a new one.

Cathrine was one of them, a brunette smart girl who got picked up by James four weeks ago. Even though she quickly fell for him for his good looks and natural charm, she slowly felt annoyed by his constant bragging and immature behavior. However, she had agreed to let the group of friends hang out in her grandmother's antique shop this evening, a decision she started to regret already.

"Hey, look at these things. These are pretty weird, aren't they? What's this even supposed to be?"

"That's a gargoyle. They usually guard churches or the like. Or are supposed to bring luck." Cathrine explained.

"Hah! Bring luck. More like bringing ugliness. How is anyone supposed to see luck in that, huh?" James laughed and prodded the figure.

Catherine grimaced. "Honey, please don't touch anything. I had to promise grandma that nothing would be broken."

"Relax, Cathy, everything's fine! I'm not gonna break anything. Hey, do you think grandma would miss one of her creepy statues?"

"James, please!"

"Okay okay", he joked and looked around the shelves before something caught his eye.

"Hey, guys, check this out!"

He quickly stepped closer and, ignoring Catherines sigh, took the object from the blue pillow it was placed on.

"Cool! Is that a magic lamp, like from Aladdin?" he asked. Really, the brass object looked like a prop from the film. An old-fashioned oil lamp, with an oriental flair to it.

"Please, be careful with that. I don't know much about it, but I know it's an antique and really expensive."

"Yeah, yeah", James waved her off and continued to examine the lamp. By now his friends had gathered around him to watch. Giving them a show, he rubbed the lamp theatrically, but of course, nothing happened. Nevertheless, it brought him cheers and hollers from his buddies.

"The genie is just shy!", one of them joked.

"Oh, a shy one? Perhaps it's a genie lady that just needs some proper motivation?" James immediately agreed.

He raised the lamp to his face and made a kiss-face. "Don't be shy, miss genie! Oh, what is that?"

He held the lamp to his ear as if he was listening to a voice from inside.

"You want me too... what? Oh, you're being naughty miss genie! But I'm not complaining; your wish is my command!"

With that, James lowered the lamp to his groin and held it in front of his package. When he began humping the brass object, his buddies were already laughing tears. Catherine was a little annoyed on how immature James acted but couldn't help but smile as well.

What happened next, however, came as a surprise, not only for James but for Catherine and the guys, too:

In the span of seconds, James' body became engulfed in blue smoke. No, that wasn't exactly right: A more precise description was that James' body *became* blue smoke. It began at his hands, holding the lamp and quickly spread up his arms. The brass oil lamp fell to the ground as the blue smoke that had once been James' hands had not enough substance anymore to hold it.

But even dropping the item didn't stop the process. His entire upper body was turning into the ethereal blue smoke.

"Guys... Guys! What's happening?", he yelled out, but his buddies had no idea either. They were watching, perplexed, as James' body began dissolving. After a few moments, only smoke remained where moments before, James had been standing. Then, suddenly, the smoke was being sucked into the lamp, leaving James' friends and girlfriend behind in shock.

James found himself floating in twilight. He had been caught completely off-guard by his body dissolving into smoke, and he didn't have time to react or run away then. Now there was just... nothing around him. Gray twilight, and apparently no gravity surrounded him. There was some sort of light and air, but this world he now floated in lacked any point of reference whatsoever.

James checked his body, but apparently, it was alright. No sign of the blue smoke, just his regular body was hanging suspended in nothingness.

"Hello? Guys?", he tried, but nobody answered.

"Guys! Where are you?", he shouted out again, but the gray space just swallowed his words.

Suddenly, a tingling feeling ran over his body. When he looked down again, he noticed his clothes one by one fading away, until all that was left on him was his pair of underwear.

"What the fuck is happening to me?", he mumbled, a bit panicked.

The strange feeling he had only intensified however, as his very body was changing - again. However, this time, it didn't dissolve into smoke. Instead, it felt like his skin was stretching - or rather, the amount of his body was stretching. His limbs were growing and thickening, while his torso widened. At the same time, his skin became darker, reminding him more and more of a middle eastern heritage rather than his usual fair complexion.

His chest and arms ballooned out with muscle. It wasn't like he had been skinny or scrawny before - but now he didn't just look fit - he began to look more and more like a sort of body builder - one of those muscle bulls you only saw in TV or in the gym. His six-pack was becoming more visible, and his shoulders stretched wide and broad.

His legs, too, thickened and swelled, but that wasn't all. His thighs grew not just wide, but thick as well, and his calves became almost disproportionately large. Above all else, hair began to spread on his now darker skin. But it wasn't the blonde hair James was used to having on his head - it was coarse and thick hair that was dark and clearly visible on his muscular chest and arms.

At the same time, his haircut changed. While the hair on his head turned black as well, it became stylish, yet unlike anything James had tried before. The sides buzzed short and the top gelled up, he was beginning to look more and more like a young Arab hunk, perhaps from the Iran. As if on cue, dark stubble set in and covered his chin that was becoming squarer by the minute. James didn't have a mirror, but his fingers were exploring his new facial features in disbelief. As a final treat, his boxer shorts morphed into a tight pair of a simple blue fabric underwear that filled out as his manhood began to take more and more place, leaving behind his previous pretty average bulge and settling on a huge, almost obscene size.

The changes had finally stopped and James found himself suspended in the gray, twilight world, confused, scared, and sporting a very new look. He had never thought of himself as attractive before, but the changes he had just gone through had made him a prime stud.

However, he hardly had time to react, as he felt a pulling sensation all through his being. The scenery changed and he found himself back in the shop - but now, he was somehow floating a bit off the ground and looked down to one of his buddies, Greg, who held the lamp in his hand and had apparently just rubbed it.

"Whoa!", Greg exclaimed. "Who are you?"

"Guys, it's me, James!" James answered. "I somehow got sucked into the lamp thing and now your wish is my command, master."

A moment of silence followed and James realized what he just said. Despite his impressive muscular new body, the last words, which he had not meant to say at all, had sounded respectful and submissive.

"What is this bullshit? Who are you and what are you talking about?" Greg asked.

"I'm... I'm James" James stuttered. "And, apparently, your wish is my command. Just say 'I wish' and I will make your heart’s desire come true."

Again, James had only partial control over what he was saying. The last part had come out without him meaning to.

Greg was taken aback somewhat. "I wish...? I dunno. You're pretty gay like that!"

James only realized what was happening as he felt a mighty surge of power move through his body and heard himself say: "And so it shall be."

Did Greg just wish for James to be gay?! Luckily nothing seemed to be happening, until all heads turned as Catherine exhaled a low surprised moan.

James watched in horror as now her body was changing. Her breast flattened in a matter of seconds and her hair shortened to a stylish men's cut. At the same time, her body widened and her shoulders became broad. Her skin became rougher and little hairs spread all over her body. By the moment, her clothes were becoming too tight on a lot of places and too loose on some others. Catherine's face became a masculine version of itself, just like it would look like if she had been born a boy. Her nose was now strong and prominent, and her jawline was becoming stronger. Her face, too, was covered with a dark stubble that continued down her neck a bit before stopping at about where her now pronounced Adam's apple sat. When she let out another shocked noise, it was at least an octave lower than before.

Her new lean masculine look was completed by a bulge in her pants that quickly filled out with the last part of her new distinctively male anatomy.

At first, James had hated to watch Catherine's... No, Kit's feminine features melt away like that. But the longer he watched the better Kit looked, James decided. When his new cock popped into existence, James even felt himself get a bit hard from watching his lover. Kit was his soulmate, his one true love. James didn't care how gay it was - he liked men - and this man especially.

He turned back to Greg with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was happy about having Kit, but on the other hand, he was horrified about what was happening to him. He needed to beg him to stop!

But instead, all that came out was: "You have two wishes left, master."

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snailpaste · 4 months

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I just love the idea of Crocodile having an extravagant, eclectic office. Dark, gothic, antique, not enough to be clustered but tasteful. Hhnnuughhh

A high-domed ceiling with ornate carvings supported by marble pillars. Tall arched windows adorned with deep velvet drapes that reveal the lake and the inhabiting bananawani, the dimmed sunlight falling onto the polished floorboards and the accompanying Alabastan carpets.

Polished dark oak bookshelves stretching high up the walls, filled with leather-bound tomes and trinkets from his travels-- ancient marble busts, crystal vials filled with rare perfumes, a polished brass telescope sitting next to hand-annotated maps of the heavens, antique hourglasses filled with sand from each corner of the globe, and a bananawani statue from Lvneel.

Crocodile's desk lies in the very centre of the circular room, dark polished wood with secret compartments, long and sectioned into three parts that curve around his armchair. Stacks of organised papers lie on it, to be signed or read, and a sleeping transponder snail dozes at the edge. A neat row of fountain pens lies next to wax blocks and seal stamps. The seat itself is a green velvet with golden trimmings, tall and imposing.

Colourful Turkish mosaic lamps hanging in the back of the room, lighting up the collection of insects fossilised in amber. A hand-crafted gothic grandfather clock to its left, taller than Crocodile himself.

Just oooooooooooooooooh. Pretty...

#NOOO IF UCKING #DELETED THE FIRST ONE #have to repost so I can dig it up in times of inspiration #smh smh #snailpaste: thoughts #op:crocodile #sir crocodile

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sofarfarout · 3 months

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Full Name: Clockwise the Artificer

Goes by: Clockwise

Nicknames/Aliases: old man(by Cold Steel), Rustbucket(by Cold Steel)

Gender: male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: asexual

Marital status: single, not interested

Age: 53

Birthday: April 14th

Species: born an earth pony, mechanical augmentation makes him functionally an alicorn

Occupation: artificer

Past occupations: horologist and clockmaker

Alignment: Lawful Good

Family: Greasemonkey(father, deceased at age 49), Chug-a-long(mother, deceased at age 74), Nitty Gritty(younger sibling, age 48), Mila Minute(younger sister, age 41)

Relationship with family

Greasemonkey: died when Clockwise was a young adult in an accident at work, they were close and enjoyed messing around with machines and trinkets together

C: "Father was always a busy stallion. Always working, whether it was in his shop or at the factory. He saw beauty in machinery and I'm always grateful to him for sharing that with me."

Chug-a-long: was close with his mother and especially liked riding the train with her, had a shared love for mathematics

C: "Mother and I often enjoyed doing puzzles together. She was very adept at sudoku and while I wasn't bad myself, I was never as fast as her. She told me that numbers simply made sense to her. They were absolutes and did not change. That stick with me for whatever reason."

Nitty Gritty: were never that close but don't really have bad blood either, just went about their lives separately, envy each other's abilities

C: "My sibling and I are near polar opposites. They are a wonderful artist, seeing the world in all these...fantastical hues. Their work is something to behold. I, on the other hoof, seem to lack that color."

Mila Minute: was once very close with his sister but has grown increasingly distant over time, Mila no longer associates with him

C: "..."

Other relationships

Cold Steel: former student that grew disillusioned with his mentor's ideals, believed his views to be naive and childish

CS: "Holier-than-thou? No. But I am holier than you, old man."

Distinguishing physical features

-gangly build, mostly legs with a slim torso

-about half his body is composed of brass augmentations

-very large ears, comparable to a donkey or mule

-tears in left ear

-straight profile, face is neither dished nor aquiline

-eyes are sharp, almost diamond shaped

Cutie Mark: a large gear shaped clock with a smaller gear to the side

Special talent: tinkering, specializes in industrial revolution era technology

How he got it: repaired his family's most prized heirloom, a 17th century pendulum clock, got his mark later than most at age 14

Personality: brilliant, cautious, contemplative, eloquent, empathetic, enigmatic, gentle, idealistic, indecisive, kind, logical, mawkish, meticulous, nervous, passionate, passive, private, reclusive, selfless, unassertive, warm-hearted, wise

Greatest Strength: sensitivity and kindness

Fatal Flaw: difficulty opening up about his own struggles, prone to isolating himself and dealing with his troubles alone

Likes: meditation, math, crabapple jam, antiques, birds(especially owls), tidying up his workshop, hot chocolate, foals, harps, tinkering, whistling

Dislikes: public speaking, being rushed, the smell of gasoline, smartphones, being called a robot, arguing/debate, gardening, sports, heavy metal music, thunderstorms, dirty jokes

Fears: death, clowns, failure

Clockwise is a brilliant artificer working selflessly to unify flesh, metal and the arcane to improve the lives of all creatures in Equestria. He's very passionate about his life's work and spends most of his days tinkering away in his underground workshop. Being rather shy and a workaholic, Clockwise doesn't get out much and is prone to isolating himself and unintentionally pushing others out. Despite this, he's quite sensitive to the plight of others and will not hesitate to use his inventions to help another. He's something of a bleeding heart despite what his metallic body may suggest. This has come back to bite him more than once, most notably with his former apprentice, Cold Steel. A young Cold Steel had come across the fantastic brass pony one day and begged to be taken under his wing, though Clockwise didn't need much convincing after assessing the colt's talent. For years, Steel studied dutifully under Clockwise, eager to learn as much as he could, until Steel's bitterness and anger overtook him. Cold Steel believed his mentor had gone soft and grew to find his ideals and beliefs antiquated. After a heated, though one-sided argument, Steel left his mentor behind, never to return.

Any questions or additional information you want me to add? Don't hesitate to comment!

Bases- box-of-ideas on dA

#mlp oc #mlp #mlp fim #my little pony

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dionysianfreak · 1 year

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Could you explain all that’s on your alter and what it means? I’m trying to redo and get mine together

i have many different permanent shrines in my house, all eclectic and unique to the God(s) whom it's dedicated to. this came right after I posted a temporary shrine so I'll include that too in case that sparked your ask :)

i like to set up temporary shrines in my home and in my travels so I can honor specific epithets or moments in life. i always take items off the individual main shrines of the Gods in order to build the small ones. this one started as honoring Dionysos and welcoming the month of Dionysia but grew as I felt Apollon and Hermès wanted to join as well. this is the first honoring space I've had with just these three since the very beginning of my practice.

starting on the left, this is where Apollon is. He only has a few items, but I'll be brief this post isn't 8 years long

the glass contains white wine. my mom is a wine fanatic and gave me a bunch because she had accumulated it from gifts and dislikes white. so i give it to the Theoi as an offering occasionally.

the candle holder in the back is the only one I could find to hold the yellow candle i wanted to use lol

I got the brass incense burner at a local Christian second hand store. i believe i found it at the same time i found my Artemis statue. i got it because i thought it was adorable and it has a handle

i believe the stone is a yellow banded agate. I got it at Goodwill in a pack and it's been His ever since

the statue is of the roman Romulus and Remus, which I got at an underground antique shop with my closest friend. though I've always seen Artemis and Apollon instead, and Leto as their protective wolf-mother

Dionysos takes up a majority of this space, but He also has the most votives on His shrine to add

Dionysos's statue has a jewelry draped on it; a bracelet I made at my first festival, a rosary my grandmother gave to me with the crucifix replaced with a charm of the Hanged Man, and a leopard necklace i bought from a woman with a pop up booth. i always drape my totums in decor like jewelry or ribbons, I don't know when I started but I like to give special attention and adornment to the images of the Theoi

in the center sits a red fox skull, it was gifted to me by a friend. only second to the leopard, the red fox is an animal i closely associate with Dionysos and feel very connected to personally

I put two phalluses, a candle and a tiger's eye carving, on this shrine for protection and abundance. i use the phallus as a protective votive often, especially if Dionysos is involved

below the skull, I have a pyrite and a banded amethyst. I've always closely associated the two with Dionysos, but this amethyst in particular has been there for me through a lot

there's a little za 🍃 on there for Them all, but mainly Dionysos

there's a small totum of a leopard, it's there because i wanted it to be. leopards are extremely sacred to Dio in my worship, along with any other feline, but especially them

the silver champagne glass is full of red wine. the stem has grapevines and ivy growing up it, it was perfect for Him. I generally keep it full of wine 24/7

in the bottom left corner, there's a red book called Toasts and Tributes. it's a book of toasts and poems from 1904 that i use as a prayer book for Dionysos. i like to blindly flip through the pages and let the right one fall open, and use the first one I see as a prayer. a few name Him directly, as you can't have a toast without naming the God of wine !

Hermès has few items both here and on His main shrine. this is mostly because most of His stuff is in my car, including His little statue

the orange vase has an image of Hermès on the front. i picked it up from a lovely antiques dealer in my town. the other side has an image of Psyke, but it's almost always turned to show Hermès

within the vase i have rodent bones I picked up from the side of the road, and a chicken feather from my flock. my worship doesn't involve my chickens much, but i like to ask Him to watch over them occasionally

the candle in the back is there simply because I like candles to show my worship is "active" and the shrine is being used in a sacred way. when I blow them out, it's a time of rest for the space

on the far right, there's a golden candle holder with wings. I got it around when Hermès and i first began our relationship

on it, I have a ring with wings on it. i wear it when i travel or when I wish to Honor him in my day to day life

my permanent shrines are simply the shrines for the Gods whose shrines have grown disproportionately over a long time. in the case of Dionysos and Aphrodite, Their shrines are simply too big to put anywhere else. i am very votive-centric in my worship, and I have a crow brain, so They all have too many trinkets I've found an collected throughout my life

there's waaaay too much to go over everything, so I'll go over what's most important to me and why i have it :)

i have enough seashells to build a temple for Her. i seriously have so many that I've collected and found at Goodwill, it's a problem. i view the beach as the juxtaposition of Aphrodite—where the sky and the sea clash passionately. about half of these I have collected whenever I got the chance to be on an ocean beach

images of Aphrodite are very common for me to stumble upon,l so I've collected quite a few items. because of this quite a few sub-shrines have emerged within this shrine. epithets are distinct in nature yet part of the whole, in my opinion, so i rarely worship epithets without worshipping the root Deity as well

Fragrance is sacred and common as hell in my worship of Aphrodite so you can see multiple fragrant items littered around. perfumes, incense, dried roses, oil diffusers, and more. fragrance is easy, fast, and sensory friendly for me and was common in antiquity as well. it's a win-win

dressing up or devoting outfits to Aphrodite is something I do frequently, so jewelry is littered everywhere. all of it is gifted and thrifted <3 Aphrodite is extremely generous

this is Aphrodite Areia's epithet shrine, the print in the back honoring Ares Gynaecothoenas

and this is my little shrine to Hestia :3 I sometimes use the matches to light my fireplace. i bought the small statue on a whim when I found it at a local shop. She seems to prefer it simple and minimal

I'm gonna end it here because this is getting long. if you have a specific Deity in mind, few Gods i worship have been private about Their shrines. i hope this helps inspire you. add things for fun or just because you want to and give things that just feel like they should go. eventually, you'll have a haven of memories and of personal sacredness. trust and They will guide you well

#shrines #personal #theoi #dionysus #dionysos #hermes #apollon #aphrodite #aphrodite areia #ares gynaecothoenas #helpol #hellenic polytheism #hellenic deities #pagan #polytheism #altar inspiration #altars #greek gods

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ferdydurke · 9 months

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Theres an antique shop in the city centre with a brass cat statue on the windowstill in front of the display, I tell everyone I walk there with - I used to know that cat. And I did. It was right on my way home from my primary school so me and my friends would always stop and look at him sleeping and we would pet him sometimes as well. My future grandkids are gonna go crazy for me telling this story whenever we're there too, I know this.

#barking #the cat was named dante

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cappymightwrite · 1 year

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King of Kings and Feet of Clay...

Another gigantic harpy stood atop the gate [in Astapor], this one made of baked red clay and crumbling visibly, with no more than a stub of her scorpion's tail remaining. The chain she grasped in her clay claws was old iron, rotten with rust. ~ A Storm of Swords, Daenerys II

Thou, O king, sawest, and behold a great image. This great image, whose brightness was excellent, stood before thee; and the form thereof was terrible. This image's head was of fine gold, his breast and his arms of silver, his belly and his thighs of brass, His legs of iron, his feet part of iron and part of clay. Thou sawest till that a stone was cut out without hands, which smote the image upon his feet that were of iron and clay, and brake them to pieces. Then was the iron, the clay, the brass, the silver, and the gold, broken to pieces together, and became like the chaff of the summer threshingfloors; and the wind carried them away, that no place was found for them: and the stone that smote the image became a great mountain, and filled the whole earth. ~ Daniel, 2, 31-35, King James Version

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. ~ Percy Shelley, Ozymandias, 1819 edition

"You have brought freedom as well," Missandei pointed out. "Freedom to starve?" asked Dany sharply. "Freedom to die? Am I a dragon, or a harpy?" Am I mad? Do I have the taint? "A dragon," Ser Barristan said with certainty. "Meeren is not Westeros, Your Grace." ~ A Storm of Swords, Daenerys VI

Detail from Ulysses and the Sirens, John William Waterhouse / The remains of an Ozymandias statue at the Ramesseum of ancient Thebes in Egypt / Detail from Statue of Ramesses II c. 1250 BC

#cappy's thoughts #daany critical #just some food for thought #feet of clay #ozymandias king of kings #a harpy or a dragon?#tagging vaguely to avoid drama #hopefully... fingers crossed #i like this mix of classical + biblical + romantic / pre-raphealite

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yourcoffeeguru · 7 months

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Antique Solid Cast Bronzed Brass DURGA KI Hindu Goddess Vishnu Statue Figurine || SWtradepost

#antique brass #vishnu statue #durga #durga ki statue #bronzed brass statue #home decor #antique statues

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mylunajewel · 1 year

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Antique Solid Cast Bronzed Brass DURGA KI Hindu Goddess Vishnu Statue Figurine - from swtradepost - shop

#antique hindu goddess #vishnu statue #brass figurine #antique vintage statues

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indianartisans · 2 years

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BRASS ANTIQUE GAU MATA FIGURINE/IDOL/SHOWPIECE Enlighten your home with Indian Artisans’ Gau Mata with calf Idol. A Decorative Handcrafted Brass Figurine which reflects the artistic brilliance and adds elegance to your decor. Style your home and office with this brass statue; sure to be admired by your guests. It serves as a great gift, especially around religious celebrations and festivities. Each piece reflects the artistic qualities and time one has taken to shape this product. This brass moorti has been made by skilled artisans from the house of Indian Artisans using various traditional techniques. Website Link : https://www.indian-artisans.com/ Product Link : https://www.indian-artisans.com/product/brass-antique-gau-mata-figurine-idol-showpiece-6-inch/

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valentinadiaz · 9 months

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Who: capped! Where: Polished Brass Market

As her mother's birthday is coming soon, Valentina is looking for the perfect gift. She knows she can find it at the antique shop -- her mom has always loved vintage decorations and old furniture. Wandering in the alleys, she doesn't pay attention to the little statue her bag is about to hit until it's too late. The object is on the floor and as if she's trying to cover a crime, she picks it up quickly. "Sometimes I wonder how some people end up buying stuff like that in the first place," she pulls a face when she discovers the weird figure.

#merrockstarter #capping at 3 so i still have some spots for events & other starters

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Stucky, Sam or Banner

the gods…

I have a thot about the heroes meant to kill Medusa, but he/they hesitate to afrer they heard that she only kill those men unfaithful for their lovers, as for woman, she throw them in the rivers,drown them.

Or Apollo and Daphne? Vertumnus and Pomona?

Cubid and Psyche??

Thanks Nana 💗 I have never written for Bruce so I am going to give this a go! 😉

For the crossover requests this is Marvel with Medusa (Greek gorgon who turns people to stone)

A/N: this took off on its own and ended up straying from where I thought it would go

Medusa’s Curse || Bruce Banner

Summary: You knew everything had a cost but you didn’t expect to become a monster because you got an antique for free. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, murder, blood, cheating OCs, Banner to the rescue. WC: 3.1k

You weren’t usually one for collecting antiques but something drew you to the shop as you meandered past on a Sunday afternoon. The brass handle was cold to touch despite the oppressive heat that beat down in the French Quarter but you turned it anyway and stepped inside. The door closed behind you and silenced the jazz music that the quarter was known for, the eerie quiet leaving you unsettled.

You expected to hear some sound from the shopkeeper, a greeting, anything, but there was nothing as you wandered through the aisles of overpacked shelves and dusted junk. You had almost come to the end of the store when the feeling intensified and you knelt down to find something hidden behind a box of Mardi Gras beads. For something relatively small, it was very heavy and you dragged it out to find a concrete statue of sorts.

“It’s marble.”

You spun around with a gasp to find an old woman at the counter, amusement shining through her clouded eyes before she broke out in a wheezing laugh.

“You kids are always on edge these days.” She chuckled, walking around the counter with the assistance of a cane fashioned to look like a snake.

“Well considering we seem to be constantly attacked by aliens or some other supernatural being I think we are allowed to be a little wound up.” You complained as you pulled yourself up from the floor. “How much for the marble…thing?”

“Vessel.” She corrected, hunching over to pick it up and carry it to the counter.

You frowned as you remembered the weight of it but she had no problem placing it gently beside the cash register and gesturing you forward.

“There’s always been attacks of some kind, cher, best not to worry too much or you’ll end up wrinkled like me.” She said as she hit some buttons only for the ancient machine to splutter. “Look at that, she’s finally died. My priestess would tell me that was a sign.”

She pushed the sculpture towards you and you shook your head reaching for your purse. “I can’t take this, it’s gotta be worth something.”

“It has value, but not in money. Take it, cher, something tells me it’s already yours.”

You grabbed the base of the statue and tilted your head in confusion as it no longer looked warped and unrecognisable but now resembled a woman. You brushed the oddity off, thinking it must have been hidden under years of thick dust, and picked it up to find it much lighter than before.

“Strange.” You muttered under your breath as you headed for the door. Realising you hadn’t thanked the woman you turned back but found the shop empty, the beaded curtain doorway to the back perfectly still. “Very strange.”

As you walked home, you dusted off what you could and planned to give the statue a thorough clean. Your nails kept catching on something wrapped around the woman’s throat but you couldn’t quite get a grasp on it, especially not when you were walking through the busy Bourbon Street.

“Okay, what secrets are you hiding?” You mumbled to yourself as you set her on your kitchen bench and filled the sink with hot soapy water. The water was filthy by the time you had scrubbed her clean and you gasped as you found a necklace wrapped around her neck, an amethyst stone hanging between the perfectly carved swell of her chest. You carefully unravelled the thin gold chain and held it up to catch the light, a rainbow reflecting from the facets of the stone. “Holy shit.”

You admired the pretty jewel as you pondered what to do but you couldn’t in good conscience keep the necklace. Pocketing it, you left the statue soaking in the water and made your way back to the store.

Confusion slammed you as you reached the corner in the quarter where the store had been, only now it was a costume shop. You spun around, checking all of the shop fronts before confirming this was the very spot you had been less than an hour ago.

“What the fuck is going on?” You asked aloud only to be glared at by a mother walking with her child. “Sorry.”

You pulled the necklace from your pocket and looked at the disorientating shop. You couldn’t exactly give it back now and the old lady had said it belonged to you, so you unlatched the clasp and draped it over your chest. A shock rippled through your body as the clasp locked behind your neck and the stone heated between the concave of your chest. The heat spread across your skin until you were sure you would have to scream, then everything went dark.

“Breaking News: Two more female bodies have been found in the Mississippi this evening making it the fourth recovery this week. Just as we found with the last two cases, each woman had been anchored to the riverbed by a stone-carved male, each carving resembling an active missing persons case…”

You turned off the tv before you had to hear anymore details and dropped the remote beside you with a sickening feeling. The necklace pulsed against your heart and you tried once again to pull it off but the chain held fast, not even the bolt cutters you had borrowed from your neighbour could cut through it.

You could still hear their screams, hear the splash of water as you pushed them from banks of the Mississippi to punish them for their adulterous ways. You could never remember how you found the lovers, you rarely went out after dark but there you were - suddenly across town with vengeance in your heart.

You knew the power rested in the jewel, it would emit a glow that turned the cheating men to a statue, trapping him in a lovers embrace with a heart of stone that he deserved. The call of the river sung to you, overpowering the terrified screams of the women trapped in an unbreakable, cold embrace. You were a passenger in the backseat of your own body.

“What do you mean they were people?” Fury growled as he paced his way across his office. “I saw the statues.”

“Only, they aren’t statues.” Dr Banner said as he turned his laptop screen around. “A first responder broke the arm off one to extricate the victim and look at this…it's perfectly preserved anatomical structure.”

Nick stared at the screen, looking closer at the intricate detail of bones and veins beneath the layers of marble skin and muscle. “Have you seen anything like this? ‘Cause I know I certainly haven’t and I’ve seen a lot of weird shit.”

“Personally, no. But-”

“Of course there’s a but.” Nick sighed before gesturing for Bruce to continue.

“You’ve heard of Medusa, right?”

“Greek myth, lady with snake hair, hates men. That Medusa?” Nick rolled his good eye and crossed his arms in disbelief.

“Thor was a myth until, you know, he landed in New Mexico.” Bruce pointed out. “And she didn’t hate all men. See, she was supposedly cursed by Athena because she had an affair with Poseidon. All the missing men, the one’s I believe were turned to stone, were having affairs with the women who were drowned in their arms.”

Nick thumbed his chin as he began his pacing again.“So you think this is Medusa? Interesting…but why now?”

“I don’t know.” Bruce shook his head, closing his laptop.

“Ok, well where did she come from?”

“I also don’t know that.”

“Well, what do you know?” Nick huffed as his patience waned.

“All of the murdered are localised to New Orleans.”

Nick nodded. “Make sure you bring me back some real Gumbo.”

“Excuse me?” Bruce frowned before tearing his glasses off his face. “You can’t be serious, I’m a scientist, not a field agent.”

“Laissez les bon temps rouler.” Nick chuckled, pointing out his office window to the helicopter coming to life at his order. “Let the good times roll.”

It was a quiet Tuesday night when you felt the stone heating up once again and your vision began to dim. You tried your hardest to fight the impending darkness, knowing nothing good would come of it, but you were too weak and quickly fell prey to the power of the cursed stone.

“There, we have another spike.” Bruce said excitedly as he jumped out of his computer chair in the laboratory SWORD had set up in New Orleans. “Tracing the electromagnetic waves now, and we should have a lock any second..gotcha.”

He dropped a pin onto the virtual map in front of him, right on the river's edge in Saint Rose. The group of agents were already assembling around him as he grabbed his tablet and followed them to the convoy of trucks ready to go. Bruce still looked like he should have been in his lab, his white coat hanging open over his humble button down shirt and his wire framed glasses sliding down his nose, but his face was surprisingly stoic as he prepared himself for what they would find.

Nick’s orders were simple: kill whatever it is killing the New Orleanians. It wasn’t something that sat well with Bruce, preferring to have an intellectual conversation over fighting, but he would cross that bridge when he got there. First he needed to warn the oblivious agents to the dangers they were getting into.

“We are about to come face to face with a being of immense power, she is most likely an ancient goddess who has been cursed as a monster.” Bruce looked up from the tablet to see how everyone was taking the news and found them being attentive so he went back to the dot on the map. “She has the ability to turn men, who have or are cheating on their partners, to stone. We don’t know exactly how this power works so, to be on the safe side, if you have ever cheated on anyone - sit this one out.”

The small boat rocked gently with the waves rippling across the waters surface but its occupants were oblivious as you stepped onto the deck. Their infidelity was a magnet pulling you closer, or perhaps it was a distasteful scent on the breeze, either way it was leading you straight to where they were committing their mortal sin.

“Woah, what the hell!” The man shouted as he caught sight of you over the woman’s shoulder, her rhythm unfaltering as she rode him.

His scream pulled her from her revelry and she tried to climb off him as his skin turned grey but his hands were frozen on her hips, the fingers digging into her skin turning to stone.

“Help me!” She screamed as she craned her neck and saw you standing passively by the door. “Please!”

Your eyes were a nightmare inducing milky grey, reflecting the stone that now lay beneath her naked body, but your smile was much darker. The amethyst hanging from your neck glowed brightly and the boat creaked as the weight of the stone tested the buoyancy. You could feel the pressure of the river rising and stepped back, closing the door to the cabin before making your way back up to the pier.

Your feet touched the wooden planks of the jetty just as the stone man broke through the bottom of the boat to sink to the riverbed, his lover trapped in his embrace. You could feel the power beginning to fade as the curse finished its relentless cycle but the relief was short lived as the all too familiar scent blew upwind. Your eyes darted across the dark banks of the river and the glow of the city on the horizon silhouetted the shapes of people closing in on you.

You tried to fight the urge again but the power was all consuming and pushed you to the corners of your own mind as you stepped forward towards the danger.

“Medusa!” A man called out and you tilted your head as you recognised him from the Avengers, Bruce Banner.

“Mon Cher, you know my name.” Your lips moved but another voice spoke, the old woman from the antique store, forcing her words from your mouth. “And you brought me an offering.”

You inhaled the thick scent of illicit love and stepped closer to a pair of agents clutching their weapons tightly. A strong hand latched onto your shoulder and you peered down at the limb that was turning a soft shade of green.

“You’re not gonna hurt my friends.” Bruce warned as he pulled you away from them, the pain of his grip waking you from the nightmare you were trapped in.

“They brought it on themselves.” You spoke coldly as you felt your eyes turning grey as the power swelled once again. His hand was growing larger and his strength threatened to crush your collarbone but you welcomed the pain as you fought for control over your own body. “The…necklace.”

Your voice was broken and the very air seemed to want to suffocate you as you squeezed the words out of your lungs before losing what little control you had regained. Bruce's eyes darted to your chest, seeing the pendant’s unnatural glow, and he dropped his hold on you so he could swipe at the chain. Blood trickled down your neck as he tugged the deceptively strong gold strand and you screamed at the flood of pain that washed the grey from your eyes.

Bruce watched the change with fascination, remembering how he at one point had his own wars with the enemy in his body. Realising he was going to decapitate you if he pulled any harder, he changed tactics - knowing he could not follow Fury’s order and kill you. He grabbed the necklace with both hands, each one pulling away from your head as his hand grew larger and greener.

“Come on buddy, I need your strength.” He muttered under his breath as he began to pull.

The necklace seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting as he gritted his teeth, a guttural cry thrown to the night as his agents watched the Hulk struggle to break a thin gold necklace. Every small stretch of the chain released you from the hold it held and you placed your hands over his hand in front of your, pushing as hard as you could to help.

“Please, don’t let go.” You begged as you looked up through your tears to see the veins in his head bulging with his effort and his eyes glowing bright green.

Something about your voice drove him to push harder, a need to protect you from what caused the fear in your tone. Hulk felt the fear as his own because he knew how it felt to be trapped in a body and the need to be freed and he pushed further into Bruce’s consciousness as he loaned all of his strength. Blood dripped from Hulk’s hands as the chain bit into his tough skin, but still he held tight and gritted his teeth through the pain. It felt like a losing battle.

“If you can’t break it, you have to kill me.” You whimpered as you saw his fingers begin to slip. “Promise me.”

You closed your eyes as the ropes of muscles wrapped around his arms bulked up even more while the planks of the pier snapped from the bracing of his legs.

“Do. It.” You growled, hating the thought of going back to being a killing machine for a cursed goddess.

“NO!”

You were shocked by the defiant anger fuelling Bruce. It had been a long time since anyone stood up for you that you had forgotten what it felt like. You could almost believe he cared that you lived. Unfortunately the armed agents at your back didn’t have the same convictions and you heard them cock their weapons, the bolt sliding into place as they raised their assault rifles to their shoulders.

“I SAID NO!” Hulk’s booming voice rattled your eardrums and with one last ditch effort he prised the chain apart, a ripple of reminiscent power exploding out and knocking the agents to the ground. Bruce caught you as the sonic boom rendered you unconscious and the jewel faded back to its natural state in his hands. He stumbled over the broken planks of the jetty but kept you safely cradled in his arms, placing you gently in the back of the Jeep he had arrived in.

“Would’ve been easier to just kill her.” Fury said as he stepped out of the shadows.

“Is that SWORDs solution to everything?” Bruce asked as he straightened out his clothes that were a little stretched but still in one piece.

“It’s not named FLOWER for a reason.” He chortled before nodding his head to his agent. “Hill.”

Marie stepped up with a secure briefcase and opened it for the necklace, snapping it shut the moment Bruce laid in on the insulating foam.

“You’re not gonna try to make a weapon out of this right? You do remember what happened with the Tesseract.” Bruce checked as he placed a heavy hand on the briefcase.

Fury grabbed the handle and pulled it out from under Bruce’s hand before disappearing into the shadows, his deep laugh echoing behind. “You’re just gonna have to wait and see.”

“Hey! What do I do with her?”

“That’s up to you, Doctor Banner.” Nick said, his voice getting quieter with each step. “She’s wanted for the murder of at least 8 people.”

“But it wasn’t her!” He argued, watching you stir on the back seat at the noise.

“If only someone knew a lawyer who specialised in the supernatural…”

Bruce was already reaching for his phone, sending a silent prayer that his cousin Jennifer would answer his call. Her law firm was based in New York but hopefully she would make the exception for family. He had seen your eyes, seen your selflessness as you were ready to sacrifice yourself so that everyone else would be safe. He didn’t want to see you suffer the consequences of Medusa’s curse, you had already suffered enough.

Bruce climbed in the backseat, his leg becoming your pillow as you curled up and shivered as you no longer had the heat of the jewel. Shrugging off his lab coat, Bruce draped it over you as he noticed your eyelids twitching and your breathing quicken and he wondered what you were dreaming. Whatever it was, he hoped it took you far away, if only for a moment.

The trill of the phone stopped ringing and a sleepy voice answered before it went to voicemail.

“Hey Jenny. It’s Bruce.” He said quietly, trying not to wake you. “I need a favour.”

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