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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Lost In Devotion (Dark!Thor Smut)

Summary: Prayers to Thor rarely go unanswered, your complaints about him get his personal attention.

Pairing: Dark!Thor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT READ IF THEMES MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, non con/dub con, oral, main kink: electric stimulation, edging, nipple play, p in v, oral fem receiving, allusions to kidnapping. dom/sub dynamics, also this was to answer @stevesmewmew 's question to what do you think can happen with lightening on those fingers? also this is the first time i've written something with this much of dark elements, lmk what you think, also any hate will just be blocked cause i will do what is necessary to protect my space. sorta doing kinktober.

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Thor can hear them the whispers and chants, of the people that believe. The people that want a ravenous thunderstorm to end the drought.

They pray to him, for a crackle of thunder, for thr glorious sight of the beacon of lightening. He smiles as he hears them.

From all over Midgard, all around, for different reasons.

Pleas.

Prayers.

Praises.

Devotion.

He stares around the warrior table, celebrating their win against another realm, cheers ring every few moments.

Thor still feels incomplete in his victory. Something grounding, something— his thoughts halt, an angered complaint breaking past the barrier.

‘This god that you dare sacrifice me too? He won’t end your pain.’

‘Thor my Sire see what they do to me!’

‘They try to take what is yours.’

‘Thor Odinson see what these people are attempting to do to me! You never called for sacrifice!’

‘What kind of God are you for allowing this!?’

‘Never visiting, why should I worship you?’

‘You are just like those other gods! Feeding off of our fears and yet not rewarding devotion.’

Thor blinks, his gaze roaming over the grand room he finds Loki perched in a corner, book in hand.

“Brother.” Thor calls out an idea forming in his mind he’d pay this voice a visit.

Loki’s green gaze lift from his book to catch Thor gesturing to meet outside. The younger sibling was deciding to leave and this would be a good opportunity to not return to the boisterous event.

The two brothers meet upon the quaint balcony.

“Is another battle upon your mind?” Loki muses, Thor shakes his head.

“Midgard, they are choosing to sacrifice, I hear her pleas and complaints.” Thor explains, thumb tracing the smooth stone of the wall.

“Ever the hero. What purpose do I serve in this grand plan? Shouldn’t you request the Bi-Frost be opened for Odin’s heir?” Loki raises a brow when It seems apparent that Thor does not want a certain all seer to know.

“Ah, you want me to take you to Midgard.” He concludes.

“I’d prefer that brother.” Thor wonders what Loki must be thinking, he himself never requested but there was something unfulfilled within his chest. Perhaps saving this maiden could quell it.

“Alright brother, meet me in your chambers, however I have my own business upon Midgard.” Loki walks away cape drifting in the air as he moves.

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Thor watches, impatience setting into his fingers, crackles of lightening dance on his palm.

Loki opens up the portal to Yggdrasill. The tree stands with the branches, Thor searches, Loki walks the knowing path towards the branch of Midgard.

“How many times have you traversed?” Thor wonders trailing behind his brother.

Loki chuckles, “I’d rather you not know.”

“Now where is this distressed damsel?” The raven haired brother enquires.

“I believe,” Thor pauses, offering Loki his hand and tapping into the prayers he heard from the snow capped place.

“Very well,” Go towards there, Loki points to the branch displaying a snowy storm.

“How shall I get back?”

“Here, tap this seven times, you will be teleported back to your chambers.” Loki hands a trinket to Thor, beads tied together with .

“Alright.” Thor steps off, Loki watches turning to his own destination.

The townspeople hold up flaming torches, borders of crowd, men grabbing onto a figure in scarce clothing. You shiver.

Though Thor observes your eyes alit with a rage.

“You think Thor will forgive you?!” You bellow, her voice the same as Thor heard.

“Leave me!” You roar, thrashing the bindings on you tighten.

“He doesn’t care, he hears not my prayers! What will he answer you!” You yell.

The lightening crackles upon his fingers again.

Thor admires your eyes showing fire.

A thought crosses him. How would you look on the cusp of being broken by him?

You pause your fight, as gasps echo Thor stands on the rock you were to be tied upon.

“My people.” His voice booms, thunder rumbling in the distance.

Everyone falls to their knees, you stand defiant, still displeased. You still think he’s here to take you.

“I have come to take your sacrifice. Comply and your people shall be blessed.” He looks over everyone, extending his arm to you.

“Please.” Your voice thick.

His eyes shine with mirth when you take his hand. You have curses on the tip of your tongue for this townsfolk.

“Sire, they,” your eyes water, shivers wreck though your form.

“Fret not sweet devotee, I heard your pleas to save you. They shall perish for laying a finger upon your unwavering devotion.” He whispers in your ear, taking off his cloak wrapping it around you.

His woodsy scent engulfs you with his warmth.

“Perish?” Your brows raise, you never meant grave harm.

Thor cups your cheek, a bright light taking over his eyes, the lighting and thunder boom above. Storm clouds settling in, “You called upon needing protection did you not?”

“Y-yes.” You admit.

“You have sworn your devotion to me have you not? No matter what I ask?” He tilts his head, observing you.

Eyes tracing over your body.

You pull the cloak over you, he chuckles.

“I have, Sire.”

“Then let me help you. You may thank me later in a way I deem fit.” Thor shifts back, turning to the people who decided to cause harm.

“Turn around, sweet one.” Thor says, as you turn away.

The haunting screams don’t last long. A dull buzz echoes as the silence is piercing only the howling wind drowns the remains of the screams the clearing held.

Thor grabs you by the waist.

“Lead me to your home.” He instructs.

“You, they—,” you look at the singed bodies.

“I tolerate not their horrific behaviours. My devotees know I only need prayer not sacrifice. Those are barbaric ways. I have different methods of prayer my dear, tell me your name?”

His hand is warm around you, light blue eyes mirthful. You give him your name, the God grins as you lead him to your home. The remainder of the village still asleep.

Your home at the end of the border. Thor smiles admiring the quaintness. You open the door for him, biting your lip as you see the mess.

“I believe I gave them way easily.” Thor clicks his tongue seeing the state of your upturned home. You drop the cloak to clear the small bedding for him to sit.

“I, I wish I could have made you more comfortable, Sire.” You worry of his displeasure.

“You may use my name, as you did in prayer.” He perches on the bed, a crackle of lightening on the make shift stove ignites a flame. You sigh in content at the source of warmth.

“Would you, would you care for a meal?” You look up at him.

“I would, however, I wonder if you would deny me.” He muses, the temperature has your flesh peek through the thin fabric of sacrifice.

“I do not understand? Do, do you want me to pray?” You wonder, eyebrows furrowed.

“In a sense, sweet devotee.” Thor stands, making his way to you in long strides.

“Tell me, have you laid with another man?” He questions, your skin heats. A bead of sweat trickles down your neck.

Thor chuckles, “I am only a scarcely patient man, devotee.”

“I have, S-sire—Thor,” you correct, his thumb brushes over your jaw, he grasps it observing your features, tilting your face side to side.

“Lay down, I want you to pray to me. No matter what do not stop.” He instructs, “If you stop, I will not reward your devotion. Do not question me, follow my word.”

You look at the bed, “I,”

His eyes are alit again, “As I say devotee. Lay, down.”

You scramble, laying on the bed, the tongue you were taught, the hymn of his praise.

Thor smiles, making his way to you, bending your knees, your words falter, he squeezes your inner thigh in warning.

You swallow cold air greets your drawn apart thighs, Thor settles between them.

“Th-Thor…” you pause again, as his lips trace your inner thighs.

“Devotee. Do you not want to thank me? I protected you. I’m simply taking what is mine. What you promised to me. What you have vowed in those sweet hymns.” He explains.

“This?” You look at him, he cups your mound, middle finger on your bundle of nerves. A current pulses from his finger on the nub you keen as the sensation travels up your stomach.

“Continue my sweet devotee, your voice called upon me. I am simply rewarding you.” Thor’s eyes are a thin rim of blue, the electric sensation returns your hips lift. A moan escapes your lips.

“So responsive.” He gleams, your wetness pools on his palm. His tongue greets and you fumble over your words again as he hums against your entrance.

“Divine.” He commends, “However, I never asked you stop the hymns.” Your stomach tightens.

“Seems you have a lot to learn.” His hands trace up your sides, you begin to sing again.

“Continue.” He grasps your breasts, nipples hardening, his thumbs and index fingers pinch each a jolt of current moves through the nubs, you moan the words, Thor grins wickedly, watching you lose focus.

“I see you enjoy that, making a mess of my armour.” His thigh flush against your core, the leather coated in your arousal.

You gasp as the current jolts again, his mouth latches onto one nipple and his fingers return to your clit. He suckles on your nipple as the other and your clit are subjected to the torturous electric current, your hands move to his hair.

Thor enjoys the struggle of wanting to push him away and pull him closer. He switches to the other side, your hips have you rut against his palm as the current evokes a need within you.

“Keep singing sweetness,” Thor’s hands roam your body, random jolts against your clit or nipples, he enjoys each time you stumble over your words.

The current spreading through your inner thighs, lips wrapped around your clit, your voice grows breathy, your hymn turn into begs, two thick digits enter you, your walls squeezing around him, tongue flicking over your nub.

Preens, and whines fill your home, Thor’s groans against you, as though he begins to unravel the taught thread holding you at the seams.

His fingers rub over a spongy spot, he chuckles, the current from his fingers cause you to moan his name, your hips lift his ministrations upon your clit do not relent. Thrusts of his fingers don’t stop every flick over the spongy spot accompanied by his electric current.

You’re a withering mess, every time you feel he will let the coil snap allow you into bliss he stops. You beg, beg, beg.

He relents not, enjoying the way he has you dancing along the edge with him. His own length hard, aching.

“Do you want release, devotee?” He moves away from you.

“Please, please, Sire.”

“Apologise then,” he grabs your breasts, you cry out, tears escaping your eyes.

“Sire—,” your voice breaks, his lips wipe the tears.

“Aw, devotee, you wondered what kind of god am I? Very benevolent when I am not accused.” The fingers inside you return, the current jolts through you, thumb circling your clit, bliss is within reach you sob as he stops yet again.

“Oh sweet thing, you tears have me so hard. Apologise. I shall give you what you want and more.”

“I-I’m sorry Sire, I didn’t I was being—,” You moan, gooseflesh raises, he isn’t touching you yet you feel the current hum, building in crescendo as the coil winds in your stomach.

“Keep apologising.” Thor warns, watching you writhe and hips lift, cunt clenching around nothing.

Mewls, moans and breathless apologies fall from your lips, you look so beautiful he thinks, he continues letting the electric current lead you to bliss.

Your orgasm hits with a cry, your arousal seeps all over, coating your thighs and the sheets.

Aftershocks wreck through you, a thin rim of blue enters your hazy vision, then you are turned upon your hands and knees. Then you feel a burning stretch.

Thor’s girth and length massive, he sinks inch by inch. Moaning at your tightness. Hands gripping your hips.

“Might have to keep you for myself, devotee. A cunt as sweet and tight. Oh sweet, sweet darling.” Thor chuckles, you moan as he bottoms out, he presses his palm over your lower abdomen.

He presses a chaste kiss to your mid-back. What should be a soothing gesture only spurs on the current across your skin again.

“Feel myself right there.” He groans as your cunt spams to squeeze his cock.

“Want to milk me don’t you? Look at your pretty tears, all for your god, your saviour. You asked for me correct. Here I am.” He begins to move, first slow then he begins to speed up.

“Y-yes.” you whimper, his grunts only having you grow slicker, aiding his movements.

“Prayed for this haven’t you, prayed for me to fill your darkest day. Here I am.”

Wet squelches and skin slapping he guides your hips to meet his thrusts. Your moans echo in the silent night, thunder rumbles outside.

Thor pulls you against him, your kneeling, his cock splitting you apart, massive you can’t form a coherent thought, his hands seize your breasts playing with your nipples.

He tugs and pulls, the current returns and he chuckles darkly.

“Oh you love it, your cunt loves my ability, just wants to keep me inside her. Fuck,” Thor keeps thrusting into you.

He’s going to keep you with him. His hand returns to your clit, tapping with each tap a current filled jolt.

You scream his name as each tap on your clit is in sync with his cock hitting the spot inside you, your walls spasm pulling him back inside. Wanting to place him there permanently.

Your lips part for a prayer of his name and plead for him to guide you to the bliss. Your arousal gushes around his cock, you moan more as the electric jolts keep spasming your clit. Arched against him lips parted in a silent cry as your orgasm takes over you, toes curling. Making you thrash in his grip.

His warm seed coats your walls, his lips spill praises, “Such a pretty cunt, all mine for taking, milking my cock, filled with my seed. Perfect little sacrifice for a god aren’t you?”

Thor moans into your ear, you’re breathless pleas music to his ears, you feel so full, hazed mind. Craving the release craving the reward. Craving him. He keeps thrusting as if he never reached his peak.

“I’m not yet done, devotee, you promised. Whatever I wanted.” He cups your jaw, kissing you sloppily, hips still moving against you, his free hand taps the trinket seven times.

You feel a softer mattress under your knees, your eyes open in the midst of his claiming kiss. Your home no longer present, the walls in colours of red, grey and gold.

“My little devotee.” Thor chuckles, “Welcome to your new home.”

-x-

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taking-thyme · 2 years

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I find it so funny that I’m like “I’m not a good witch, I barely even meditate, nothing spiritual going on here” meanwhile I have supernatural things happen to me constantly but I still don’t think anything of it. I’m like if Shane Madej was a witch 🤦‍♀️

Like seriously, here’s a list of all the supernatural shit that’s happened to me so far:

I once started sobbing with worry because it was November and there wasn’t any snow yet, and not 5 minutes later did a blizzard begin. There was no snow on the forecast (hence the crying). My siblings still call me “the snow witch” after this incident

I was joking about Satan at school one day and my nose immediately started bleeding. I told my history teacher and he absolutely freaked out and accused me of being a demon

My sister’s Godmother’s prayer rope (basically an Orthodox Rosary) exploded for no reason. It was just hanging on a hook, nothing touched it, and then I heard a “POP” and beads went around the room as the prayer rope lay in pieces on my desk. I cannot stress enough how literally nothing was touching it or anything. I just said “wow I must be haunted” and carried on with my day

I once had a dream where I actually hit the ground after falling. Apparently old wives tales say that if you hit the ground during a falling dream you actually die. Who knows, maybe I am dead and Purgatory is just Earth but worse?

I asked the Universe for a sign on what to do while walking home, disgruntled after a day of doing nothing, and immediately a Dove erupted out of a nearby tree fighting off a Crow. That’s an omen if I’ve ever seen one

I’m a pagan witch who works with Apollo, Thor and Odin. I once had a very important dream where I was speaking with Odin and Thor, but unfortunately I can’t remember what they said to me. I’m just so amazed that I actually had a dream about them

Also, on the note about working with Apollo, there are TONS of crows and ravens in my neighborhood and I always say "Hi Apollo" whenever I see them. In a tarot reading about which deity to work with, The Sun card flung itself out of the pile and I was like "Okaayyy, Apollo it is!"

I was listening to a Tarot reading once and the reader went “I feel like the name Gigi or Cici is important” and I literally had to stand up and pace because my deceased Great Grandmother’s name was Gigi. A couple days later I was talking about her with my Mom and she mentioned redoing some of Gigi’s old craft projects, and I heard a woman say “Don’t mess with my stuff”.. So apparently Gigi is some sort of ghost or spirit guide

I frequently see shadowy humanoid figures in my peripheral vision, but when I turn to greet them nobody’s there. While I do wear glasses, I’ve gotten my eyesight checked for anything that could be causing these figures and have gotten nothing. The figures are sometimes very detailed, with clothes and eyes, but once again, one look and nothing was ever there. I sometimes wonder if I’m seeing ghosts or something.

My mother was declared reproductively sterile before giving birth to me and my 3 older siblings. Yet more evidence that I’m secretly a demon

That time a faerie ring popped up in my backyard. Our garden has flourished effortlessly every year since.

As a witch, the first spell I ever performed was a healing spell. My friend was sick with Crohn's Disease and was bed bound at the hospital for a while, so I got his permission to do a healing spell to try and make him feel better. Not 30 minutes after the spell was complete did I get a text from him saying he felt a lot better and that it must've worked. He was also allowed to go home a few days later.

I have a really good sense of Intuition, to the point where I can feel when it’s going to rain or snow before it actually does. I was on a walk with my Mom once, and I told her we shouldn’t go down that path because there would be snakes. She said that’s ridiculous, but not 5 minutes later, she just goes “Damn you, child” as a snake slides past her foot. I still haven’t let her live that down.

Conclusion: I may be the Witch version of a Disney Princess. If I ever randomly stop posting, assume I've been whisked away on a magical adventure, please and thank you.

#witchblr #witchcraft #witch #baby witch #fave

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stars-and-the-sublime · 1 year

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pagan prayer beads

I wanted to make a set of prayer beads for myself that would be pretty and good to fidget with, and this is my prototype! The idea was to create a meditative prayer honoring the gods, and I went with seven beads so I could loosely tie them to the seven UU principles, since that's a part of my tradition.

I wrote a prayer to go with them based around the gods I venerate, under the cut. Feel free to take inspiration or leave it!

Hail to the Gods

May this prayer honor the gods, nourish the spirit, and play a part in the mutual gifting cycle among us.

1 Hail, Fenrir, breaker of chains. Show me my inherent dignity and worth, break my bonds, and free me from my fear.

2 Hail, Thor, protector of the Earth. Show me courage and compassion and bring me the peace that comes from true justice.

3 Hail, Loki, Trickster, father to queers and mother to the outcast. Help me to accept change in my life and show me liberating transformation.

4 Hail, Odin, seeker of knowledge. Show me the fruits of reason and conscience, free my mind, and grant me clear vision.

5 Hail, Freyr, king of sunlight. Make fertile my endeavors and show me healing and rest.

6 Hail, Lady Hel, keeper of the dead. Caretake their spirits, and watch over me and my ancestors.

7 Hail, Spirit of Life, world tree and the interconnecting web. Make flourish the life that surrounds me, and show me myself as a piece of the web of life.

Hail to you gods, hail to you spirits, and hail to the Spirit of life. Watch over my life, protect me, and show me the sublime mystery that surrounds.

May it be so.

#pagan #norse pagan #Unitarian Universalist pagan #pagan rosary #prayer beads #lokean

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skaldish · 2 years

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What drew you into making prayer beads?

A few things:

I saw some on Etsy and thought it was a cool concept.

I want to add more things to my store and thought it was a good excuse to get into it.

I'm a goblin man who enjoys shiny things.

I collect craft hobbies the same way Odin collects names.

#answered

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thedosianexplorer · 1 year

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Hagging Out - Veneration

This is a prose-only entry this month (click here for the adorable prequel image) and it is late because, well, *gestures at this human existence in 2022 America*. I haven’t shared my writing in some time but it is one of the many ways I venerate privately. Content mentions for US current events re: the Club Q/Pulse shootings, Supreme Court rulings, the general experience of being a queer American and former Catholic. Other relevant content mentions are in the tags below!

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Veneration used to mean a holy water font booked to the door, laminated prayer cards, statues of Mary that were given to the students who learned their catechism the fastest, the clack of rosary beads. Plastic, wood, metal, semiprecious stones. Clouds of incense wreathing our church calendar and our photo of Pope John Paul II. These things were in my childhood home to remind me that down the road was the church, and we had to show that we acted like we were in that church always. God, the Son, the Spirit, Mary, all the angels and saints, and the host of beloved dead. The Church Triumphant trumpeting loudly onto focus on every room. I made my first shrine this way, to Mary. Besides the obligatory Precious Moments crucifix nailed to my wall (yes, really, these exist), my shrines were to her, my prayers to her, and besides her, the saints, the Spirit, and the angels preoccupied me. I am proud to be an apostate of my old faith, but I was born on a Marian feast and she of any of them can find me still. Now she just has to share space.

My shrines are one of the first things you see walking into my home. They’re like comfortable seats for surprise visits from friends or older relatives. Veneration is still an act, but it no longer feels like a graded performance. This is my home and my temple. My gods know where to find me.

It is the first day of November and my partner is in the worst pain I have ever seen him in, which is saying something about a man for whom subluxations are a frequent enemy. Frigg finds me in the medicine cabinet pulling together the medications that can stand in for the stronger stuff in a pinch. Her light is a thrum across my shoulders as I call dentists, wrangle insurance, make sure there is enough food in the fridge. I often ask Her to help me find abundance and work with it. Patience yields a lead, an open appointment later in the week when every other clinic won't be open until March. The clinic opens doors with a referral, a consultation just five weeks away. The medications start to work. At Frigg’s altar (my kitchen) I mash up leftovers of beef stew and stir in dried basil I grew for Her.

Freyja has another cat for me and this one looks like he’s here to stay. I take care of the outdoor cats as a devotional act because She has kept mine safe. I’ve rehomed many strays over the years and gotten young ferals used to human company. Cryptid came to me just before Samhain two years ago, and this year the Sunday after Samhain my partner found a little black kitten curled against our porch. Within minutes, my partner decided. “His name is Zagreus.” It was the afternoon before the temperatures would drop below freezing at night, and he was barely weaned. His eyes were still blue and he clung to us immediately. I brought him up to Her shrine to say hello, and to ask for help getting him to the vet. As it happened, there was an opening at the same time I had to drop Cryptid off for surgery (this is an exceptionally rare occurrence at my vet). He is healthy, and the other cats have accepted him and taught him their catlore with a readiness that surprised us both veteran cat owners. He’s sleeping next to me now, and his eyes are turning a brilliant amber.

Cryptid’s surgery comes on a Wednesday, Odin’s day. I offer strong coffee for safe travels and our Lyft drivers are swift- they even wore masks! I am wrung-out with anxiety but of all my gods he understands that. Even though I ache through with stress and the toll of new kitten energy I feel cajoled to a Wednesday night walk, my usual ritual with him. I go, and go, and walk farther than I expected, and the old man smiles with a gift: a pristinely kept, solid wood and wrought iron coffee table the perfect height for my reading chair just… placed under a streetlight by the dumpster. He has left other gifts this way- a natural quartz point smoothed with years of rain, a solid copper candle-holder, and now this ideal replacement for the table that just broke. I whisper, “Odin give me strength” and somehow I can heft this heavy thing all the way home.

Macha is who I turn to when I am tired of running or being beholden to the whims of unjust rulers. She knows the burdens of both well. Until February (or longer), all of my student loans are forgiven now but a single Trump-appointed judge in Texas just decided to derail the already delayed day that forgiveness comes to pass. Now it’s up to the Supreme Court who have already decided to curtail my rights in other ways to decide. I didn’t have much to talk about with Her besides that coming right after the midterms, but I was glad to have Her shrine to stop at and catch my breath.

The Transgender Day of Remembrance falls on a Sunday, Hel’s day in my home. Each year I write the names, light the candles, sing the death songs, and this year it comes early. The news from Colorado Springs finds me in 2022, about to sleep, and in 2016, in the memory of too-bright hotel sunlight. The way of the gods is not linear and neither is grief. In my bedroom my partner and I check on friends and pray. I remember the Sunday morning when the joyful frenzy of AnimeNext fell silent with 49 names from Pulse. Hel is there as I walk the convention floor and listen to a mother’s worry that she wants her teens to be safe wearing those flags with their costumes. I do not tell her that my family doesn’t know I’m queer, that this is the first time I have heard a mother want her children to be out and proud. I tell her something but the words are lost with the sight of her daughter watches the doors behind her friends’ backs and fidgeting with the flag draped over her shoulders. Hel guides me home, bone-white and corpse-blue, cloaked in late autumn fog. She is with me, cemetery silent, in the late hours of grief. For hours I weep for people I will never know. She is much larger than I, and shoulders the weight of what I cannot. I make crockpot applesauce spiked with red wine and honey to warm us both.

Badb is never far. She found me first, before I knew Her by name. I can find Her in rage, in fear, in triumph. This month has brought it all in plenty. I offer pomegranate wine and angrily wrest my peace back from all that subdues it. She is with the part of me that is left when I think there are no more logs to toss on the fire, the choice in every ember to catch or snuff out entirely. She guides the discernment to see which is needed.

Mórrígan shares war wisdom and cold comfort as I wait on hold with insurance to remind them that, yes, I do still need the medication I’ve been prescribed since birth and yes, that medication I have taken every day for the past twelve years too. I pour out the acid in the pit of my stomach and imagine it full of the chilly cave water that runs through Her fit abode. I drink my ice water and the panic attack passes. A crow flies overhead as I walk the several miles to the pharmacy. I spoke up and my medication is the cheapest it’s been in years. I honor Her with the victory.

Loki popped in the last Tuesday of November to tell us that if we didn’t take a fucking break we’d keel over. By which I mean, we found ourselves with a massive Postmates coupon, a rainy drizzle, toasty pajamas, our massive beanbag chair and five cats that want nothing more to hibernate with us. I usually bake with them but as tired as I am, I know he enjoyed the heaping portion of tiramisu and cannolis. Even though we only had a few free hours that night it felt like a whole day of rest.

#witchy things #hagging out #alcohol mention #food mention #homophobia #us current events #pagan #norse heathenry

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upyrica · 1 year

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14, 19 & 20 for the polytheism asks! hope the love day is lovely for you, my dear ❤️

Oh, it was wonderful, thank you.

14. Would you say there’s a certain “type” of deity you follow? Or are you more broad, without rhyme or reason?

It is not that I have a type, so much that there are a few persons that show up and reveal themselves to me no matter where I look. Odin among them; the Mistress another one. Appropriate respect must be given to all divinity and all one encounters, really, it is rather a matter of my own alignment.

19. Do you just worship deities, or do you worship heroes, spirits, etc. as well?

I worship deities; the word I would apply to my other spirit relationships is communion.

20. What’s something new you want to try in your worship?

Incorporating specialised prayer beads more has been on my mind - for one, I would adore a set with the elder futhark.

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midgardwanderings · 2 years

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I have made some progress in obtaining ideas for my prayer beads for Odin. Can't wait to make them.

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hearthfirehandworksshop · 4 years

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#pagan prayer beads #norse god prayer beads #odin prayer beads #odin bracelet #odin rosary #odin

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witchpleaseofficial · 3 years

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Rosaries / prayer beads are one of the most underrated tools in modern magick. Odin will show you just how easy it is to implement this practice in your life. Let’s get started!

#witch please #odin the seer #rosary #prayer beads #prayer #how to #witch #please #spiritual

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ormspryde · 5 years

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A couple sets of pagan prayer beads I made to (hopefully) sell, one for Loki and one for Odin. (the Loki set was, naturally, a pain to make and to photograph) I’m pretty pleased with both of them.

#Odin #Loki #prayer beads #pagan #pagan prayer beads #heathen #ritual

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leannan-sithe · 2 years

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Recent anon. Rewording: are there any unusual godspouse individuals or groups you've encountered? I've found a massive representation of a handful of deities in the Tumblr godspouse community all reporting the same sorts of things. I'm curious about what sorts of variations exist out there beyond the loudest here.

Ooh, this gives me some good wiggle room. Thank you for clarifying.

This is mostly about deities, but some of it can apply to spirit partnerships as well.