#¡! goddess interactions❞

[frogchiro]

Nghh @justadeadreaper and I have been cooking and he inspired me to write this so you guys can thank him!

Goddess reader who is taking a nice warm milk bath in her temple, just lazy and unbothered on a warm summer evening. The day has been slow as of now, not many people came to the temple today and even the cats that roam the temple grounds along with the maidens that take care of it were mostly lazing around in the warm sun or playing in the natural ponds that spread all over the grounds.

Imagine that you're just relaxing in the warm bath, no worries and no ailments when suddenly it's all ruined by König, your most devoted follower, who burst in through the dainty doors and ruins the calm ambience with his clanking armor and rude roar of arrival :/

And he's...dirty. He's bloodied, smelly and looks like one of those barbarians straight from the forest you've heard your followers talk about. Well, technically he IS one but he's a warrior of the people, one of the protectors of the village and a decorated war veteran. König is considered old already, in his 40's, but he's still as much bloodthirsty and ready for a fight and full of vigor like a young buck.

But the thing that just burst down your door isn't a young buck; it's a proud stallion right from the battlefield who came out victorious and he's still full of testosterone from the fighting in your honor, now it came time for a reward, namely fucking and showing his lovely goddess his prowess and proclaim his undying love and devotion for you...But he was dirty :(

König was already dropping his bloodies armor and clothes all over the pristine marble floor, already talking excitedly about all the kills he got, how he tore off the head of the chief and he even brought it with him to show you and-

And you stop him right there right before he could make a dive into your warm and clean milky bath; where does he think he's going? And poor König looks all confused and upset because why is his little goddess whining at him? Why are you refusing to let him join you?? Did he displease you in any way? :(

But you keep whining at him that he's dirty, he's smelly and he has no business in warm, clean milk water; what he needs is a hard scrub with scented bath oils to get rid of the grime and stench of blood and dirt, only then will he be allowed anywhere near you.

Imagine how pathetic König would get; all whiny with his huge boyish eyes looking at you. But he's so pent up and happy to return to you! His cock has been straining even during the battle due to the adrenaline, but afterwards he got horny while thinking about you, your sweet breasts, your soft, curvy body and soft skin; he promises he hasn't jerked off even once! He kept it all in just for you! His balls are all full and hanging low with potent seed, please let him offer it to you </3

[backpackingspace]

Okay but have we thought about how scary odysseus interacting with the gods /his knowledge about such things it must have been for his crew?

Its well known that odysseus is Athenas favorite, even before the Trojan war. But what does that look like from the outside? Are their conversations in some other plain? Does odysseus sometimes just glaze over and you just have to trust its a god speaking to him and not aome other fit? Out in the open? During the war odysseus was frequently doing really bizarre things on Athena's say so. Bit you also know your captain is a freak and lier so which is it this time? The gods will or odysseus just tucking with you? There's a little wariness there. But it's well known. And been like this forever.

But then you start encountering more monsters. More gods. They all talk to your captain. Your captain stops sleeping. Your go between for you and the captain starts committing crimes against the captain, starts bad mouthing him. More of your friends have died then in ten years of war. And every other day there's a new god talking to your captain. What mortal man has the interest of this many gods? What mortal man can get up in the gods faces to yell at them. What mortal man has the powers to overcome the witches they encounter the power to over turn gods spells? What mortal man's tongue is so gilded he convinces these powers to help them? And doubt comes creeping in.

[jgoddesstarot]

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[fairymischief]

*Patriarchal man sitting around a few thousand years ago trying to decide how to write myths about how humankind originated*

*Looks around at how all humans and nearly every animal comes from a female*

*Scratches his b*lls and writes that women were created from MEN*

The Mother Goddess, looking on:

[sarafangirlart]

Ares with Aphrodite:

[radicallyourlocalfeminist]

How libfems feel after ignoring world issues and instead, focusing all their hate onto Jkr and grooming 10 year olds to become prostitutes 😊

[lovingwanda]

𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ?

dark goddess!wanda ⊹ gender nuetral!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 2,204

ᴇxᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ — mental torture, psychological torture, power dynamics, manipulation, emotional abuse.

ꜰɪᴄ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ — You are devoted to Wanda, your Goddess, the embodiment of the scarlet light and your very reason for existing. Yet, after failing to retrieve the artifacts she entrusted to you, you return to her empty-handed. Such a failure cannot be overlooked, and the punishment for your lapse in devotion will be severe.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ — this fic was inspired by Selemene from Dota: Dragon's blood. If you enjoyed reading this, requests are open for more. Reblogs encouraged & appreciated!

“You’ve failed me.”

The command reverberated through the grand chamber, its impact underscoring the tension in the air. The ethereal light of Wanda Maximoff's presence bathed the room, casting long, menacing shadows. As you knelt in the center, your body trembled, weighed down by the combined force of your reverence and fear. The serene quality of Wanda's voice was laced with an undercurrent of menace that only heightened your unease.

“Was the task I gave you truly so difficult?”

Her question seemed deceptively simple, yet the implications of your failure pressed heavily upon you. The mission to retrieve the sacred relics should have been a straightforward success, given your preparation and the divine favor she had bestowed upon you. Instead, you had returned without the precious artifacts.

“And yet, you come back with nothing.”

The weight of her disappointment felt like a physical burden, as though an invisible force was pressing down on your shoulders. Wanda's gaze was intense, her eyes sharp and unyielding. The power she held was palpable, making every breath a struggle under the pressure of her scrutiny. Each moment stretched into an eternity, filled with the dread of anticipated punishment.

Without warning, the physical pain of your failure intensified. Wanda’s presence seemed to distort the very air around you, amplifying the discomfort of your aching body. The strain of kneeling on the cold stone floor made your muscles protest, and every small movement felt like a reminder of your failure.

When Wanda’s hand reached out, you flinched involuntarily, expecting further harsh treatment. However, her touch was unexpectedly gentle. Her fingers, warm and cool at once, brushed against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. The softness of her touch contrasted starkly with the severity of her words, creating a disorienting mixture of comfort and dread. She tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her eyes, though penetrating, held a blend of affection and cold reproach.

“Have I not given you everything?” Wanda asked softly, her voice a delicate contrast to the harshness of her earlier tone. “Have I not made you one of my chosen, granted you strength and guidance?”

“You have,” you replied, your voice barely a whisper as it trembled with fear and shame. “I would never—”

“Then why have you failed me?” Wanda’s tone grew sharper, the frustration in her voice evident. “Perhaps a more direct approach is needed for you to understand the severity of your failure.”

The darkness of the chamber seemed to close in around you, the mental anguish intensifying. You could feel a searing ache in your chest, a physical manifestation of your emotional suffering. Each breath felt labored, every heartbeat pounding like a drum in your ears. The air grew colder, the shadows more oppressive, amplifying the sensation of pain.

Wanda’s next words cut through the darkness, cruel and uncompromising. “You will endure this pain until you understand what it means to fail me.”

As her command reverberated through the air, the pain escalated, becoming almost unbearable. Your body trembled with the agony of her words, each moment stretching longer than the last. The physical discomfort merged with the mental torment, creating a nearly overwhelming experience.

Desperate to appease her, you gasped through the pain, your voice choked with agony. “Goddess, please… I am sorry! I will do anything to make this right. Just—”

Wanda’s gaze remained fixed on you, her expression unreadable. Her eyes, cold and distant, scrutinized every detail of your suffering. “Do you love me?” she asked, her voice a chilling whisper that seemed to pierce through the darkness. “Do you truly love me?”

The question was a cruel twist to your suffering. The agony you felt was both physical and psychological, pushing you to the brink. Your pleas and cries became a desperate attempt to regain her favor, your tears mingling with the pain that engulfed you.

“I love you, Goddess!” you sobbed, your voice breaking under the strain. “Please… I need to prove my devotion. Just give me another chance!”

Wanda’s dissatisfied voice echoed through the chamber, a final, haunting reminder of the need for unwavering loyalty amidst your suffering. “Prove your love by enduring this pain. Only then will you earn back my trust.”

The physical torment continued unabated, each moment a brutal reminder of the stakes involved. As you faced the relentless onslaught, the boundaries between physical pain and mental anguish blurred. Your love and devotion to Wanda were tested in the crucible of suffering, and you clung desperately to the hope of redemption.

But are you truly deserving of her forgiveness?

The chamber was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the ragged breaths and muffled sobs of the crumpled figure at its center. The overwhelming pain had reduced you to a trembling heap, every muscle aching and every breath labored. Your body felt like it was being torn apart from within, both physically and emotionally, as the pain continued to reverberate through you.

Wanda’s footsteps approached with an almost imperceptible grace, the sound of her movement a haunting reminder of her presence. The oppressive darkness of the chamber seemed to part as she neared, her form a stark contrast against the gloom. Her eyes, filled with an inscrutable blend of cold detachment and underlying affection, looked down upon you.

You could barely lift your head, but through your tear-blurred vision, you saw Wanda kneel beside you. Her hands, once cruel and punishing, now moved with surprising tenderness. Gently, she gathered your trembling form into her arms, cradling your head in her lap. The contrast of her warm skin against your cold, aching body was a strange comfort amidst the pain.

Wanda’s fingers stroked your hair with a soothing rhythm, an unexpected kindness that seemed almost incongruous with the severity of her earlier actions. She looked down at you with an expression that was a complex mixture of soft compassion and authoritative control. Her touch, though gentle, carried an undertone of unyielding command.

As you lay there, your breaths ragged and uneven, Wanda leaned closer, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to resonate with a deeper, almost mystical force.

“Do you love me?”

The words were spoken with a chilling softness, but they bore the weight of an ultimatum. Her tone was both questioning and commanding, a test of your devotion even in the midst of your suffering. The touch of her fingers against your scalp was both soothing and a stark reminder of the power she held over you.

With every ounce of remaining strength, you turned your face towards her, the tears on your cheeks mixing with the faintest hint of hope. “I love you, Goddess,” you managed to choke out, your voice a weak, trembling whisper. “I would do anything for you. Please… let me prove it.”

Wanda’s gaze softened slightly, though her demeanor remained resolute. She continued to cradle your head, her fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin as if to provide comfort while asserting her dominance. Her eyes, though filled with a cold intensity, now held a glimmer of approval.

“Show me,” Wanda murmured, her voice carrying a subtle command. “Show me that your love is true, that you can endure this pain and remain loyal.”

The physical pain began to recede slightly, replaced by a profound emotional weight. The moment was both a reprieve and a test, a chance to reaffirm your devotion while still enduring the lingering effects of her punishment. As Wanda’s touch provided a semblance of comfort, the intensity of your love for her became your focus.

In that vulnerable position, with your head resting in her lap and her fingers gently caressing you, the boundaries between pain and affection began to blur. The suffering you had endured was a testament to your devotion, and Wanda’s subtle gestures of care were a reminder of the complex dynamic between punishment and affection.

The chamber remained silent, save for the soft rustle of her robes and the quiet sounds of your ragged breathing.

As you lay there, struggling to catch your breath and regain your composure, Wanda’s voice remained a haunting whisper, a constant reminder of the delicate balance you had to maintain.

Wanda’s fingers continued their gentle exploration of your hair and face, an almost paradoxical contrast to the earlier harshness of her commands. As your sobs gradually quieted to soft, trembling breaths, she began to speak, her voice a blend of soothing warmth and calculated authority. The room’s ethereal glow seemed to intensify, casting long shadows that accentuated the weight of her words.

“You have endured much, my champion,” Wanda murmured, her tone now a velvety caress, yet laced with an undercurrent of control. “Your suffering is a testament to your devotion, but it also serves as a stark reminder of the severity of your shortcomings.”

You lay crumpled in her lap, the warmth of her body providing a temporary respite from the lingering physical pain. However, the comfort of her presence was tainted by the sharpness of her gaze and the cold precision of her words.

“Do you realize,” Wanda continued, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths over your face, “just how badly you have failed me? The task I entrusted to you was of the utmost importance. I gave you a mission that required not only strength but also cunning and precision. And yet, what do I find upon your return? Nothing but empty hands and excuses.”

Her voice, though soft, carried a cutting edge, each word a subtle barb aimed to wound your pride and reinforce her dominance. “Was it truly beyond your capabilities to retrieve those artifacts? Or was your devotion merely a façade, crumbling under the weight of your responsibilities?”

A shiver ran down your spine as Wanda’s touch lingered, the gentleness of her caress at odds with the cruelty of her reproach. You could feel the weight of her disappointment pressing down on you, intensifying the emotional pain you already felt.

“You know,” Wanda continued, her voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper, “there are those who would give anything for even a fraction of the chance I have given you. Yet, here you are, squandering it with your incompetence. Many who have failed me are not granted the luxury of a second chance. They are left to face their fate alone, their names lost to obscurity.”

The threat in her words was palpable, the subtle cruelty of her tone designed to instill fear and reinforce the gravity of your failure. You could sense the underlying menace, a reminder of what awaited those who failed to meet her expectations.

“Do you think you are special?” Wanda’s voice took on a mocking edge, her eyes searching yours with a penetrating intensity. “Do you believe you are so valuable that you can afford to disappoint me without consequence? You are fortunate to receive even this measure of forgiveness. Few have the privilege of redemption.”

You tried to respond, your voice trembling. “Goddess, I—”

Wanda’s fingers pressed gently but firmly against your lips, silencing you. “Do not waste your breath on empty apologies,” she said coldly. “Understand that your actions—or lack thereof—reflect directly on you. You must prove that your love and loyalty remain unwavering, despite this failure. Only then can you hope to regain my favor.”

Her hand moved from your lips to your neck, applying a gentle pressure as she guided your head to rest more securely against her lap. The physical comfort she provided was marred by the psychological torment of her words. Every touch was a reminder of her control, every word a warning of the consequences of further failure.

“You must understand the weight of this second chance,” Wanda said softly, her voice a blend of soothing reassurance and subtle menace. “This opportunity to redeem yourself is a rare gift. Most would envy the chance to prove their worth once more. Remember that, and let it drive you to exceed my expectations.”

You nodded weakly, your voice a mere whisper. “I will endure. For you, Goddess, I will do whatever it takes.”

Wanda’s gaze remained sharp, though a faint smile touched her lips. “Good,” she said, her tone a low murmur of satisfaction. “Let this moment be a lesson to you. Your love is not just spoken; it is demonstrated through your actions and your ability to endure. Fail me again, and the consequences will be far more severe. I expect nothing less than absolute devotion.”

As the physical pain gradually subsided and your breathing steadied, the emotional weight of Wanda’s manipulation and subtle threats lingered. The chamber fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the soft rustling of her robes and the rhythmic sound of her breathing. In this quiet space, the depth of your devotion was both tested and reaffirmed, as you faced the complex interplay of comfort, control, and fear that defined your relationship with your Goddess.

[losersage]

There is something generally wrong with me

Anyway ART

[husbandogoddess]

Fling with a Tiefling is coming to Steam November 20!

Story

Fling with a Tiefling is a free 4k word fantasy, romance visual novel where you play an adventurer whose journey is coming to an end. Overwhelmed by your feelings about it, you sit by the campfire hoping to sort it all out. That is, until your devilishly handsome Tiefling companion, Karrus, joins you. How will you two spend your last night together?

Features

Nameable, gender-neutral protagonist

Two endings (Fluff, ace-friendly or light smut)

Voice Acting

Accessibility Options

Sound and Image captions

Self-Voicing

Font Options (Default, OpenDyslexic, or Atkinson Hyperlegible)

3 CGs

Option to unlock the "Intimacy" CG if you decide to choose the fluff ending first

The choice to kiss Karrus or not (for those who may be touch-averse!)

An original soundtrack

10 achievements (Exclusive to Steam)

[backpackingspace]

Wait going off the idea that Athena keeps things from her favorite people:

What does diomedes give her?

[m-bj]

Yesterday I went and passed the whole evening reading about @skyscrapergods 's my little pony au, the existential dread giant gods really got me.

In particular this post about the two sis got me thinking about their relationship, how gods perceive emotions and about the fact that these two have basically forgot about how they used to interact. And idk probably it has already been done but I thought, what if after all this time, their paths begin to cross?

[incorrect-sunflower-sibs]

Athena: A woman’s place is on the battlefield.

Apollo: So you think women should die? Interesting.

Athena: Funny how you assumed a woman would lose the battle … misogynist, much?

Apollo: You’re right, I will take a step back and reflect on my behavior. Sorry, women.

[sarafangirlart]

Mythological Hera and Poseidon if they tried to have an affair:

[happyendingsong]

[girlbossagenda]

POV YOU’RE A VICTORIA SECRET SUPERMODEL

A cute little before fake head scenario ( you might as well guessed what my next guide will be about…)

˚₊‧꒰ა ꣑ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Tomorrow I have to catch a flight, I’m so excited for what it’s about to be! I was really surprised to see the invitation in my mail box, I mean victoria secret inviting me to be one of their next angels? This is like my debut runway show, it’s like so crazy!

I’m so excited timevto make my suitcase my suitcase!

Which one is your suit case?

I decided that I would wear everything Victoria secret, but I first need to make my make up bag, I really would love to remake the vs angel make up

Which make up bag are you choosing?

[valewritessss]

The amount of criticism and hate the wottg book is getting makes me scared to like it bc it feels like if I do then I’m doing something wrong😅