#(makes an altar to this)

[bogkeep]

ok so i think that my favourite fantasy subgenre is The Inherent Tragedy Of Being Born Into Royalty. which mostly means that i like to read about gay princes but with some nuance

[vaguely-concerned]

rook falling asleep on the red couch in the lighthouse dining room while lucanis is making dinner....... they were helping out by keeping him company and peeling and chopping potatoes for a while there but then the potatoes are done and the room is so safe and warm and smells like coffee and good food and lucanis is trying to explain something to spite and his voice is low and soft and good to listen to and rook's eyes only slip closed for a moment. they'll get up to save the world again or whatever in a second just. one moment. while the world is warm and kind. and then they're being shaken gently awake an hour later because it's time to eat and everyone's starting to drift hopefully dinner-wards

[angelspearlheart]

Latest obsession: pocket shrine/altars

[lil-vibes]

Day 23: The tent

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[theythemmer]

r we phuckin w the phaltar

[xieliancore]

apollo design!

[newgroundstier]

strange old men collection

[zhongli-lover-69]

[anna-scribbles]

/ᐠ — ᐟ\ (ᓀ’‸`ᓂ) ૮ …….. Ⳋ ˎˊ˗

[murchadhchanges]

I wonder what conversations they had in that cave.

I wonder if when Sigyn's arms shook and burned, when stinging sweat dripped into her eyes, if Loki sung her stories and spun her winding jokes to make her laugh.

I wonder if she sang back to him as she had to remove the bowl to empty it, if she reminded him of fields of flowers and the sun on their skin, of days without pain, and soothed him through the worst of his trembling.

I wonder if they cried together, if Loki couldn't help wrapping his fingers around his bindings, getting as close to his child as he could. I wonder if they spent hours, silent, sitting together in their grief.

I wonder if they laughed together, if they reminisced in the past and planned for the future, if they knew that this would not be forever.

I wonder if they processed anger together, if they softened together, so they knew that one day in the far future, they would be able to forgive if not forget.

idk i just wonder about them a lot

[leilakaede]

You think you're shipping Prosenna until you see a custom helmet with designs from both pilots cause apparently having photos of the two helmets together isn't enough, they need to merge.

[mausinly]

I think the biggest part about being in a relationship with Nikto is that you help him relearn things about himself, about his body and his mind. It takes a bit, but somehow, you convince him to let you touch him. It would have been easier if it had been for sex. That's mindless and instinctual enough for him not to worry about. He could have sex with you, no problem (lie).

But no. This was a different touch. Instead of pushing his pants down, your hands carefully push his shirt up, just under his chest. You don't make any moves to pull it off, just keeps it there as your fingers trace along his torso. The pads of your fingers feel each dip and muscle and he tries not to shiver when your nails ghost over his scars.

It's about the sensations. It's about finding all the latches and hooks that hold him together and letting you pull him apart. You pull back his layers and teach yourself about every gear and wire, every muscle and tendon. Then you put him back together exactly as he was. You didn't want to fix him. You wanted to know him

Your deft hands cradle his head, lips kiss across his mangled face as you whisper the most foreign, loving, painful words to him.

Something about the way you hold him makes him feel small. Sometimes, he doesn't want to be big. Sometimes, he'll humor you and let you pull him into your lap. He's such a behemoth, but the way your hands squeeze his hips as you grin up at him makes him feel precious, like a prized pet to be pampered.

It'll take a while, but he'll be a lapdog if you want him to be. Do you want him to bark? Beg on his knees? You've worshipped him, let him worship you more.

[banishedchildofeve]

🕊️ ⠀

[fabledfoxglove]

Lying in bed and looking at Hestia’s altar >>>>

[starfacenix]

The whole idea of altars brings me so much joy tbh. Having a corner or a whole table of my room dedicated to a god, having someone walk in here and see it, maybe ask questions about all the knick knacks I have on there.

Even ones that aren’t all decked out (mine lol) are so fun to see. I love looking at altars.

Finding something out and about in public and knowing exactly who would love it >>>

[ministarfruit]

(hacker voice) we're in