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On November 17, 1989 Mystery Train debuted in the United States.

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Kinktober 2024

Day 1: Spanking

(Dean Winchester/AFAB!Reader)

Minors Do Not Interact

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 3,117

Summary: Y/N fumbles a routine hunt, upsetting Dean, who punishes her accordingly.

Warnings: Spanking, DubCon, Vaginal Fingering.

As far as hunts go, this one should’ve been relatively easy. A vampire nest: estimated to be only four… but you got cocky and let your guard down trying to impress Dean. You were just inches short of having your throat ripped out when a surprise fifth vampire snuck up behind you, and you’d either be dead or an undead monster right now if Dean hadn’t swooped in to save you. Rookie mistake.

“I never should’ve let you come.”

You wince, shame bubbling up in your stomach and throat, making you feel like you are going to be sick. Those words hurt worse than the cut on your shoulder and the bruise on your ribs.

Dean’s face is shadowed with a cold stare, steel jaw clenched tight as he white-knuckles the steering wheel. It was the most he had said to you for the last day and a half since he hauled your dumb-ass out of the nest, half beat and bleeding. He had wordlessly stitched you up in the motel room the two of you shared, never once looking you in the eye. You’ve been curled in on yourself since, tucked close to the passenger’s side door avoiding the urge to look at him.

“I still don’t know what the hell you were thinking,” he continues, as you see him shake his head out of the corner of your eye, “Could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

This is what you have been waiting for, you could feel the tension steadily growing for the last 400 miles, his fuming silent treatment hanging over your head. You knew you were in for the lecture of a lifetime the moment he cut off the vampire’s head that had you in their grasp.

It was supposed to be so simple; a cut and dry hunt, small nest just west of Memphis, two days tops and a short ride into the city for some well deserved food. Dean was adamant on going by himself at first. “I just need a calm job, something I don’t have to think about too much.”

Sam was exhausted and healing a few cuts and bruises from their previous hunt. They had just come back from a week long road trip to Salt Lake City – some kind of witch cult, so he was more than happy to sit this one out, saying he would not like to be riding around the country every waking moment of his life.

This was the perfect opportunity for you to finally have Dean all alone to yourself for once. You had never been on a hunt with just the two of you before, and you had been biding your time for the last five months you had been staying with them at the bunker.

“I’ve actually never been to Tennessee,” you piped up, poking your head into Dean’s bedroom as he packed, “I’ve always wanted to see Memphis, and it wouldn’t hurt to have someone watch your back, even if it’s just a few vamps.”

Dean nodded his head, thinking about your proposal for a moment before deciding, “You know what, sure, why not? I could use the company, and I can take you to the world’s best Hot Chicken that you will ever have in your life.”

Before you knew it you were hauling ass towards Memphis, Led Zepplin blaring on the radio, almost drowning out Dean’s per usual bad singing. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen him so happy. Head tossed back, tapping his palms against the steering wheel singing about “The warmth of your smile” and “The thrill of your touch” and “The light of the love that I found” with that damn smile that made your heart flutter beaming on his face.

You felt on top of the world, cloud nine, the sun shining through your teeth – this was perfect and you didn’t want it to end. Your times alone with Dean have always been brief, Sam never too far away, typically just around the corner. But not this time, for at least a few days you’d have the beautiful green-eyed hunter all to yourself, shared motel room and all.

Of course that all came crashing down the moment you had the brilliant idea of ignoring Dean’s orders to wait for him before entering the room the nest was sleeping in. You had a fantasy of swiftly taking them out as they slept, heads gone before they even knew what hit them, and Dean would come in ready for a fight only to find you already cleaning your blade, as if bored.

“What took you so long?”

And he’d sheepishly grin at you and praise your skills, put his arm around you as he took you out to dinner to reward you for your glowing victory…stupid, stupid rookie mistake.

“I said I was sorry Dean, I thought I could handle it,” you mumble, picking at a hangnail to try and distract yourself from the growing annoyance you feel as he continues his lecture, “We thought there were only four of them –,” but he cuts you off.

“Yeah but there weren’t four, Y/N, there were five! I told you to stay put while I scoped the rest of the place out, but you couldn’t even do that, you just had to barge your ass in there and almost get fucking eaten!”

Your fists are clenched now, almost as tight as Dean’s grip against baby’s wheel, your fingernails pressing little red crescents into the palm of your hand as you try not to match the volume of his voice.

“Well I didn’t get eaten, did I? I appreciate the save, that’s why it’s safer to not be alone on a hunt,” You grit through your teeth, your attempt to de-escalate, “If it was just the four I could’ve handled it.”

Dean rolls his eyes, scoffing, “You could’ve handled it? You couldn’t even handle the one that had you by the throat, Y/N.”

At that, you see red. You jerk to the side, twisting in your seat to face him, your hands balled up in fists, the urge to punch him in his condescending face almost overpowering.

“You’re one to fucking talk, Winchester! I’m so sorry I was trying to make things easier for you. How many times have you fucked up your and Sam’s plans because you decided to be a selfish prick and run off to fulfill some sick need to sacrifice yourself, huh?!”

As soon as the words leave your mouth Dean takes one hard look at you, face scrunched up with fury and slams on the brakes, bringing the Impala to a screeching halt along a lonely stretch of highway. You lurch forward in your seat, momentum pushing you forward tight against your seatbelt, your hands bracing against the dashboard with sudden fear before the car comes to a complete stop.

“What the hell, Dean?!” You yell, trying to steady your breathing and heartrate in an attempt to quell the sharp anxiety welling up.

Dean doesn’t say a word, just puts the car in park and gets out, slamming the door as he exits, causing you to jump a little. You clench your teeth and huff, rolling your eyes. This was just like him you thought, Dean Winchester, can dish it out but he can’t take it.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Dean,” you continue, undoing your seatbelt and throwing your hands in the air, exasperated as you watch him circle around the hood of the car, “Me almost getting killed by a vampire doesn’t really matter if you’re going to kill us both in a goddamn car accident! What is your problem? I already feel bad enough as it is, you could get off my fucking back about it - Dean wait – WAIT! What the fuck?!” You scream as he throws the passenger side door open, grabbing your wrist with brutal force before yanking you out of the car, “What the hell are you doing?!”

He manhandles you to the side of the road as he opens the backseat door, completely ignoring your protests and how you attempt to pull and tug away from him to get your arm back, his grip bruising into your wrist with every movement.

“Teaching you some manners, sweetheart.”

“Teaching me what?!”

He slides onto the leather upholstery in the backseat, bracing his foot on the body of the car and grabbing your other wrist to pull you in with him. You attempt to twist out of his arms but his strength and leverage out weigh you, and you tumble in across his lap face down.

“What the fuck, Dean! Let me go!” You shriek, extending out one of your now free arms to push yourself off of him, feet kicking wildly, but to no avail. He takes your other arm and pins it behind your back, then wraps his other arm around your legs to keep them still.

“You keep moving around like that, you’re just going to make things worse for yourself.”

You have nowhere to go, nowhere to move to as you continue to squirm in vain, your face flushed red with humiliation while your one free arm flails against the seat. You’re completely vulnerable, your soft cotton short-shorts riding up to show off the plush curve of your ass, your oversized T-shirt sliding up to reveal your back and lack of bra. You know he can see everything and it makes you want to cry.

Eventually you give up, lying slack in his arms while trying to catch your breath, hissing at the slight twinge of pain from your bruised ribcage.

“Are you done?” He asks, tone blunt, grip still strong against your aching limbs, “I know your shoulder and ribs are a little fucked up, I’m not trying to make that worse.”

“Then…then what are you trying to do?” You question softly, unable to hide the concern in your voice.

“I’m trying to send a message, Y/N,” he says, before suddenly releasing your legs and rubbing his hand up the back of your thigh and onto your ass, making you go rigid, “Your behavior on the hunt; not following my orders, almost getting yourself killed, and the comment you just made about me, all because you don’t want to fess up about just how in the wrong you are, is completely out of line.”

If you thought breathing was difficult before, it now felt like you had never used your lungs in your entire life. It’s hard to concentrate on what he’s saying, he sounds almost far away, like he’s underwater. His hand is burning a hole through you, icy-hot shivers spark through your skin as a wave of warmth rolls through your stomach.

“And when brats get out of line, they need to be punished accordingly.”

Before you can say anything, before you can even think about what he is going to do to you, his hand leaves your backside for a moment and then comes down hard with a resounding SMACK on your right cheek. You cry out in shock and pain, a sharp sting spider-webbing across your sensitive flesh while your brain tries to play catch up with the position you are actually in.

“If you’re going to be part of the team, part of us, then you need to start listening to me, Y/N.”

His hand comes down again on your other cheek, but then in rapid succession he lands three more, lightning fast and more forceful than the first two. The pain blooms instantly, punching the air out of your lungs. You try to struggle again, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, the tips of your ears burning hot. It’s no use, the moment you start to squirm once more, he begins his onslaught, alternating between hard slaps on your thighs and both cheeks of your ass.

“I was lenient with you in the beginning,” he says in between strikes, ignoring how you are now freely sobbing into the crook of your unconfined arm as he spanks you blood red, “But I have clearly not shown you who is really in charge here.”

“P-please, I’m sorry!” You managed to gasp out while choking on your own tears, “Please Dean I’ll do anything you say!”

He stops momentarily and harshly exhales, giving a hard suck to his teeth as if you have angered him even more, and after a brief pause, he tucks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and roughly pulls them down.

You think you feel your soul leave your body as you are completely stripped of the remaining modesty and dignity you have left. All you can do is whimper at the sensation, and try to shove down the feeling, that when all was said and done, this was actually turning you on.

He continues your punishment, dealing out quick sharp smacks on your completely bare ass, watching the red bloom across your flesh, “You’ll do anything I say? Where was that attitude back at the vampire’s nest, huh? You’ll do anything but actually listen to me when you could be in danger, is that it?”

Your head is spinning, you’re seeing stars and every time his palm connects with your skin it feels like you are being struck by lightning. You can still feel your hot tears pouring down your face and neck, but also the warm wetness spreading between your thighs at every blow he lands.

“No! Please Dean, please! I was trying to impress you, only ever did it because I desperately want to impress you! I just want you to like me!”

That makes Dean pause, releasing your arm from behind your back. For a moment the only sounds are the two of you panting in unison, your heart beating against it’s cage, threatening to burst out as the pain throbs and pulses along your skin.

You bury your face against the leather seat, hopelessly humiliated at your confession. You admitted your crush, and you admitted it face-down, bare-assed, across his lap in the back of his car after you royally fucked up what was almost supposed to be a mini-vacation. Rookie mistake. And you’re almost sure he hates you, is disgusted by you, is going to drive you back to the bunker, tell Sam what happened and then promptly kick you out…but then Dean breaks the silence.

“Y/N…I already like you,” he murmurs, his hand finally soothing over your red-swollen skin, up the curve of your ass, finally comforting you as your body shakes and quivers from his harsh punishment, “That’s why I couldn’t stand it if you ever got seriously hurt on my watch.”

Those words steal your breath away again, butterflies dancing in the warm waves of sensation that lap through your belly, that echo I already like you, I already like you.

His touch is now soft and gentle while he traces over the light purple bruises that are starting to form across your backside, speckled up each cheek and down to the backs of your thighs. His fingertips linger there while he massages you, taking the pain away as you realize he is inching ever closer to your dripping center.

“Dean...?” You twist around as much as you could to try and look at him, your eyes shining with need and curiosity. What you find is his bright green eyes blown wide, darkened with hunger staring back at you.

He drags his teeth over his bottom lip, breathing in deeply, fingers so close you can feel the heat radiating off of them, “If you follow my orders, like a good girl, no one gets hurt, and I even give rewards for good behavior.”

With a tender motion, his middle fingertip glides along your slick entrance, then up and over your clit, causing you to cry out as rapid ecstasy washes over you. You think this must be a dream.

“Dean, Dean…”

Before long he’s pumping two thick fingers into you, his other hand threaded through your hair as his thumb softly caresses your temple. You’re a whimpering, mewling mess as you cry out in time with the thrust of his hand, obscene wet noises filling the air. You hide your face in your arms once more, not wanting him to see how flushed you are from the embarrassment of knowing your pussy is leaking all over his jeans.

His expert fingers bully you effortlessly, hitting the spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars every time he enters your cunt. The warm knot continues to tighten in your stomach, pleasure singing in your veins as you arch your back, ass in the air, thighs spread as wide as you can manage without falling off the seat.

“Mmmm, good girl,” he whispers, withdrawing his drenched fingers and rubbing glossy circles over your clit.

You’re incredibly close, his continuous movements keeping you on the cusp, the knot ready to snap. And just before you are ready to cross over the edge, tingling heat encasing your body from head to toe… he stops.

“Deeeaaann…” You whine before biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut, overwhelmed, “That’s not fair!”

He chuckles, threading a hand through your hair once more and soothing the other over your back before helping you to sit up and face him, “I said I give rewards for good behavior.”

Quickly he leans in and kisses you as if he were starving, licking along your bottom lip and giving it a little nip when he pulls away, making you shiver with want.

“But you called me a good girl,” you pout, pressing your foreheads together while your fingers intertwine. You’re seated directly on his lap now, and you can feel how hard his cock is straining against his jeans. Playfully you wiggle your ass, grinding down on him, “I promise I’ll do whatever you say.”

That makes him groan, but instead of unzipping his pants and fucking you into the backseat, he hands you your crumpled up shorts and panties.

It makes your heart sink for a moment until he tells you, “You have a lot of making up to do, sweetheart, but you can do that back at the bunker, in my room.”

You flush, and your heart flutters as you nod enthusiastically, shifting over to the empty side of the seat so you can slip back into your shorts, “Will you just…will you promise not to tell Sam, please?”

He smirks, leaning over to kiss your neck, “Yes, as long as you stop putting yourself in danger just to impress me. Otherwise you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

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redline | introductions

an ino takuma x f!reader fic // masterlist

✰ reader ✰

you could barely remember when your parents split, but you could recall your older brother suguru bawling his little eyes out when the lengthy custody battle resulted in him staying in tokyo with your father while you were to be shipped off to america with your mother. but throughout the years, you two stayed close. during breaks and holidays, suguru would come stay with you and your mother in america, and you in tokyo with him and your father. 

you always understood why your parents split. he was a quiet man, and often covered in grease, but he was kind to everyone and always happy when you visited. and, you were always happy to help him in the busy mechanic shop he lived above. meanwhile, it seemed your sophisticated and stoic mother could only show kindness to you and the long hours she spent at work.

suguru and his best friend satoru had taught you how to drive one summer in tokyo. you could barely contain your excitement, until you ruined the clutch in your dad’s car and earned you the double-sided nickname, “clutch”. that same summer, the two had brought you to a meetup in an underground parking garage, where glittering growls of car engines grabbed your heart and hadn’t let go since. 

college life has been busy and it’s been 2 years since you could visit your family. so when you finally got a free summer to return to japan, you demanded your mom to ship your new car with you. you didn’t tell her you might not come back if you decided to finish your college years in japan. luckily, she relented after weeks of pleading, and suguru and satoru were more than happy to pick you up from the airport in your shelby gt500 that had been shipped in just a few days prior.

your theme song? slay! - eternxlkz

✰ suguru geto ✰

suguru geto has always been protective over his little sister. how could he not, when his first best friend and only sibling lives on the other side of the world? and he just knows those nasty fraternity boys at your american college must go feral over a sweet girl like you… with a nicer car than anyone on campus, faster than anyone there, and too kind for your own good. he’s already heard all about the races you’ve won over lengthy facetime calls in the early mornings and late nights, when time zones aligned.

him and his best friend satoru are known as some of the fastest street racers in tokyo, and the leaders of the phantoms. their favorite pastime of creeping up on drifters in the mountains with their headlights off, only to beat them in the complete dark, earned the group its ominous name. at first, the phantoms were only known by their cars, but the small group has grown quite a name for itself among female fans since they first showed their faces.

it’s only fitting that the leader of the phantoms drives a honda nsx.

his favorite song to listen to while racing is 9mm - memphis cult

✰ satoru gojo ✰

the mouthy satoru gojo has been friends with suguru for so long, he’s practically a part of the geto family. if suguru isn’t answering his phone, he’s next in line for your chaotic facetime calls. having no other siblings himself, he thinks of you as his own.

he spends a lot of time in the shop with your father, tinkering and tuning cars, but mostly sitting there watching your father and nanami do it while he plays on his phone. he says he’s “good with his hands”. nanami usually hits him in the chest after a line like that.

satoru's baby is his nissan 180sx type x.

his favorite song to blast is phonky trap - suave lee

✰ kento nanami ✰

the tuner and only sane member of the phantoms. he became close with suguru and satoru when your father hired him as a young teenager to help out in his shop. that’s also where he learned to be a modern master of modifications (and safety). 

you’re not as close with kento, but he’s always been very kind to you. kento usually keeps to himself unless he’s reprimanding suguru and satoru for wrecking a transmission or burning through brakes too fast. he used to race himself, and was quite good at it, but has since decided to keep his nose under the hood of a car rather than behind the wheel after getting into a bad accident.

kento's retired racer is a nissan s13.

he claims doesn’t have a favorite racing song, but in the club - mishashi sensei always happens to be in his top 5.

✰ shoko ieiri ✰

you and shoko don’t know each other too well, but you think she’s so cool and she thinks you’re adorable. shoko knows the rest of the boys from school. she doesn’t drive, but likes to attend races and meetups. she’s usually the one to help supply the phantoms with race information, gossip, and cigarettes. she’s also not allowed more than 10 feet in the geto's shop after she almost blew the place up when trying to light a cigarette.

she loves when suguru and satoru play pink like suki - pebbles&tamtam  for her.

✰ takuma ino ✰

as the leader of the shadows, takuma often feels overwhelmed. he didn’t really mean to start the newest, most threatening team of racers in tokyo. he just liked cars and made friends with a few random guys who did as well. it’s not his fault that they’re all naturally gifted with intuition and reflexes like you can’t imagine. the group seemed to jump out of the shadows and into the streetlights, which earned them the name.

suguru geto in particular did not like the thought of takuma. and by proximity, none of the phantoms did. no one was sure whether it was takuma's good looks, expensive car, or race rankings that posed a threat to suguru and his team the most, but it made for a spicy rivalry and thrilling race nights. somehow, the rest of the tokyo car scene gained a questionable perspective on the shadows that skewed their reputation. takuma just kind of plays along with his given “edgy” persona.

in reality, he’s extremely kind. kind enough to even teach megumi and choso how to drift and modify cars. he first started loving the car scene when he stumbled upon a meetup after sneaking out one night, and his passion was further solidified when his father gifted him a manual when he got his drivers license. in his free time, he’s usually found at the skate park or in his mom’s sushi restaurant.

ino's pride and joy is his nissan skyline gtr.

his go-to playlist almost always starts with killka - ghostface playa

✰ megumi fushiguro ✰

he’s the epitome of “shut up and drive”. you won’t hear much more than a grumble from his mouth, but you’ll know what he meant to say when he’s flying past the finish line at 120 mph, no less than 80 feet in front of you too. he’s an aggressive racer, which he learned from his dad, who was one of tokyo's fastest before his son was born and his wife made him quit.

the shadows’ second best drives a skyline r34 gtt.

an aggressive racer loves an aggressive song to race to… shut the fuck up - ghostface playa

✰ choso kamo ✰

choso is the shadow’s newest member after moving to the area and his cousin, noritoshi, decided he’d rather focus on school more than dying. choso is more of a motorcycle guy, but drives more often since the tokyo car scene is so exciting. he’s a great racer and is really quite nice once you get past his intimidating face tattoos. his younger cousin yuji is almost always in his passenger seat, if he’s not already in megumi's.

choso loves cruising in his nissan 180sx 4k.

he can’t get enough of 6ixspeed - 7oh2

✰ aoi todo ✰

aoi is the biggest himbo you’ll probably ever meet, but is secretly stacking a world of car knowledge in his pea-sized brain. he can race, but prefers flexing his muscles and head under the hood of a car. as the tuner for the shadows, he likes to make his groups’ cars as flashy as they are fast. he most likely never has a shirt on unless he’s at a meet and he has to.

his favorite song to blast is obviously kitty phonk - soviss

✰ yuji itadori ✰

he doesn’t race, but hangs around with the shadows anyways. he’s more into baseball, he’s got a scholarship for it at a nearby university, but is always at meets and races when he doesn’t have a game. he’s choso's cousin and megumi's best friend, and is always in one of their passenger seats bothering them. the shadows tried to teach him how to race, but after wrecking one of toji's cars into a tree and earning a scar on his face, he prefers only using his feet to run bases rather than stomping gas pedals.

he likes to pretend he’s in a tiktok edit and constantly asks choso and megumi to play masquerade - siouxxie sixxsta 

✰ toji fushiguro ✰

toji knows your dad from way back, when they used to race each other in friendly competitions on the streets and mountains around tokyo. they became good friends over the years, and often laugh over what their kids are up to over some whiskey in one of their shops. he earned a scar on his lip after taking a turn too fast back in the day, which your dad had thankfully stopped and pulled him out of before the engine caught on fire.

toji's wife forced him to stop racing when megumi was born, but ended up in a years-long phase of drinking and smoking when she left them a few years later. that’s how he ended up with the 10-car garage and shop he has now- a shitfaced phone call during a 10 day bender after winning a million yen in a craps tournament at a nearby casino. he’s since calmed down. if he’s not down in his shop giving tips to the boys, he’s probably listening to megumi's older sister, tsumiki, complain on the phone about her college classes.

he has no idea what the hell those kids are listening to, but can’t help but bop his head along to rave - dark ダーク

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Hathor Deep Dive

One of the most popular deities in Ancient Egypt and still popular among Kemetic followers today, Hathor (𓉡) is the Egyptian Goddess of women, love, and many other things.

Let’s get to know this Kemetic queen!

Parents and Siblings

Ra is her father in most mythology

Shu (brother)

Tefnut (sister)

Sekhmet (sister)

Mafdet (sister)

Bastet (sister)

Satet (sister)

Anhur (brother)

Ma'at (sister)

Mut (sister)

Lovers or Partners

Due to her role as a “queen” goddess, she often subsumed the role of other goddesses and was commonly said to be the wife of whoever the ruling god of the city was.

Horus the Elder - The most popular version

Thoth - in Hermopolis

Atum

Amun

Khonsu

Children

Ihy

Neferhotep of Hu

Horus the Child (sometimes)

Epithets

Being as popular and ancient comes with many names, here is a non-exhaustive list of some:

Lady of Dendera

Eye of Ra (an epithet shared with other goddesses)

Lady of the sky

Ruler of all gods

Lady of the Two Lands

Lady of bread, who brews beer

Lady of Dance

Ruler of the jba-dance

Lady of drunkenness

Lady of making music

Lady of jubilation

Ruler of joy

The Primeval

The Lady of All

Lady of the West

Lady of the Holy Country

The Foremost One in the Barque of Millions

The Distant Goddess

Hathor of the Sycamore

Lady of the Southern Sycamore

Hathor of the Sycamore in All Her Places

Hathor in All Her Places

Hathor Mistress of the Desert

Hathor Mistress of Heaven

Notes

Hathor’s worship likely started in the early dynastic times.

Her name means “Estate/House of Horus”--referring to both the sky and the royal family.

She is one of the oldest gods in the comedic pantheon.

She is depicted as a woman with a bull's head, a woman with cow ears, a cow, a woman with cow horns and a sundisc.

She was also portrayed as a lioness, a serpent, a papyrus plant and a sycamore tree.

She is associated with the constellation Ursa Major or Mesketiu.

She is regarded as a goddess of love, fertility, marriage and motherhood.

She was also known as a goddess of gratitude and as a sky goddess.

She also represents a vengeful aspect protecting Ra from his enemies.

She would be considered a psychopomp helping deceased souls transition to the afterlife.

In Greco-Roman times, she was seen as a manifestation or another version of Aphrodite.

She is also the goddess of pleasure and music with the sistrum being an important part of her worship.

Her imagery was found often on beer or wine containers, and she is linked to alcohol.

She is often seen wearing a menat, which is a beaded necklace representing rebirth.

Hawthorne's cult became popular in the 4th and 5th dynasty, and her cult believed that she played a huge role in the creation of the universe. They also believed due to her role in the creation of the Earth that she is her own mother.

She was considered to some as being connected to foreign lands.

She is often misrepresented and conflated with Isis.

She was the main deity in Gebelein, Denderah, and had separate temples in Memphis and Heliopolis.

Her most prominent temple was located in Denderah.

In Imu/Kom el-Hisn she was fused with Sekhmet.

Daily offerings were common in Ancient Egypt.

Goods such as incense, semi precious stones and other votive offerings were a part of her worship.

She is connected to the dead and said to nourish those in the afterlife by providing food and milk from her seven sacred cows.

These these seven cows were called the Seven Hawthorns and were named in the Book of the Dead: 

Lady of the Universe

Sky-storm

The Hidden One-Presiding Over her place

“You from Khemmis”

Red-hair

Bright-red

"Your Name Prevails Over the West."

The Seven Hathors may or may not also represent the Pleiades constellations. The Seven Hathors were said to have a red ribbon that binds evil.

She was often depicted wearing red, the color of passion.

She is honored in the festival of sacred marriage, which is 18 days into the month of Paoni.

As mentioned earlier, she often absorbed the roles of other goddesses as her popularity grew. Some of these roles included Seshat's role of a witness at the judgment of the dead.

While she was worshiped among all social classes. She was especially popular among the poor.

She had both priests and priestesses, which was uncommon since most clergy had to be the same sex as the god they served.

In the funerary text known as the Book of the Heavenly Cow, her father, Ra, sends her to punish humans for plotting against his rule. She is sent as Sekhmet, the lioness goddess, and massacres the rebellious humans relentlessly. But in order to prevent the wiping out of all of humanity, Ra orders that beer be dyed red and poured all over the land to mimic blood for the (literally) blood-thirsty goddess. Sekhmet then sees the “blood” and drinks all of it. In an inebriated state she passes out and reverts to a benign and calm Hathor.

Correspondences

Rocks/crystals/metals

Selenite, hematite, gold, turquoise

Plants

Papyrus, sycamore tree, lotus flower

Animals

Bull, cow, snake

Symbols

Sistrum, Bull horns with sundisc

Offerings

Milk

Gold

Makeup

Mirrors

Beads

Incense

Stones, especially those worn by royalty in Ancient Egypt such as turquoise or carnelian.

Jewelry

Acts of Devotion

Read the Book of the Heavenly Cow

Daily prayers

Show and share gratitude

Donate either money, clothes, or time to those less fortunate

Dance

Play music

Create a song for her (or a playlist!)

References and Further Reading

Ancient Egypt Online - Hathor

Britannica - Hathor

Hathor and Music

Hathor Epithets

Music and Dance in Ancient Egypt

Mythopedia - Hathor

The Complete Gods And Goddesses of Ancient Egypt by Umair Mirza

The Pleiades: the celestial herd of ancient timekeepers. By Amelia Sparavigna

Wikipedia

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002. 𝟗 𝐌𝐌 - 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

001. <- 002. -> 003.

warnings: reader here is talking about her suicide thoughts so, if this trigger you do not read it.

words count: 2k

When you were a child, people always thought that maybe you could be a heroine.

You're not sure why, it's maybe the way that you always think of another compromise between two sides, or the way that you smile even if it hurts. You, never really get it. With powers, or without, you can't imagine yourself sitting on the edge of a skyscraper, looking at the city as if it were yours. Because New York was never yours.

You get up here, but it never felt right. You like the view, but you never loved it. It's the same when you just accept your fate and your don't go over that, you adapt yourself easily - pretty much all over the places.

At university, at work, with your family, with your friends. Everywhere, you seems to adapt, and sometimes this is good enough to make you survive. Because that's how you are, jumping around in places and surviving in every situation.

Or at least that what you do.

You can't imagine yourself as a hero, and not even an antihero, or a villain if that could interest someone. You are just, you. In your easy life, that started to be all chaotic and full of too many people that try to change it.

Like Han Jisung.

You are walking down the hall, your mind all around the places because after you left from home the same morning, Minho wasn't there in front of the gate of your house. He's calling sick, but he's never sick. His immune system it's the icon of health. But you didn't asked any questions about it, you just stayed there texting back with a light pout.

[ minho 07:50am ] too early to pout like that bunny.

His text makes you chuckle lightly, he knows you so well that he pictured you pouting like a baby because he's not there with you. You don't know that Deadpool it's on top of a skyscraper, moving his legs on the edge with his phone in his hand, your figure right down the street. He knows that you're doing because he's watching you from afar, but.. you don't know that.

And that breaks minho's heart a little, cause he's so scared of telling you who he really is, that he decide to just lie for your own good, if people that are against him knows that he cares about someone that much that he cares about you - that would put you in too much danger.

As you walk inside the University Minho sigh deeply, knowing that inside there he can't actually protect you like he should. That would be too crazy, getting inside the classes just to follow you in his costume, he would have too many attentions. Even if he likes it, he likes only your attention.

Minho stops when he hear a whistle from behind, he glance as with his hand he gets ready to grab his gun from the holster, "hey hey go easy Deady," the voice behind makes him groan in annoyance, "how many times I need to tell you to not call me like that."

Spider-man walk beside him with a toast in his mouth, the mask lightly up as his blue electric costume get in the older's visual, "how many times I need to tell you that I do not care?"

Deadpool roll his eyes, his arms crossed against his chest as he notice his friend with a bag pack, "so, you go in this university?"

"good try Deady, but I gotta go," Jisung says faking his flattering with a smirk, finishing his toast and putting on his jacket, before swinging away with his cobwebs.

You're walking down the hall, your headphones on with some noisy music that could describe perfectly your morning, when you noticed that today, it's exactly six months that your father is in jail. Your mind it's blurry, you can't actually figure out why he did it. Why he started to sell drugs right in the shop, right under your nose, and you never noticed. You never noticed because his smile was always the same, and the money never increased that much to shock you, you never thought that could happened to you; to your mother and your grandmother. You barely can have a conversation with them, without your eyes to tear up or your angry to cover your gentle tone that you have with them. Something changed in you that day. It's hard to say what, to say why, it's just happened. You started to enter in your room from the window at night, almost like an inspected visitor in your own apartment, Your mother always down on the couch, a blanket over her body to rest the poor hours of break from her two jobs, your grandmother always look at the little window in the living room. She doesn't do the crosswords week anymore, and you're too tired to fight about it, you're too tired to do more of the things. You're slowly drowning.

You're too inside your mind that you don't notice that you bump into a boy, you quickly turn almost tripping in your own feet. "God are you okay?" You asks with your eyes wide open.

Jisung immediately grabs your shoulders to steady himself, and his face is flushed red from embarrassment and adrenaline from the sudden movement. "Oh no, no, it's alright." he chuckles and smiles at you. "You're quite nimble for a clumsy girl, hm?"

"am I?" You chuckles as you blush a little when his hands moves his hands away from your shoulders. His shoulders relax, and he recognized you right away. Even if he save a lot of people during his work-day, he remembers you like a sunny day. He remember your bright smile that you gave to him as he left with his cobwebs and a smile hidden by his mask. That made him feel, so alive, so happy for what he does and his little work. Is not that little, but he's not confident yet.

"yeah, yeah you looks like it." He grin lightly.

Your eyes try to catch a single sign of awkwardness, but his whole vibe it's so friendly that makes you feel like you should talk to him more than you wish, "Did we ever met before?"

Jisung shakes his head, blushing as he try so hard to not get out his big secret, he's not that good to keep them. "I don't think so, I would definitely remember a pretty girl like you."

You can hear your best friend calling you from the end of the hall, in the class that you are supposed to be, because your lesson start in exactly two minutes. "well, I'm gonna see you around..?"

"Jisung, call me Jisung," he says softly with a light smile, he moves his hand close to yours, you hold it really quick before walking away with speedy steps, "I'll see you around Jisung!"

You're sitting at the edge. Looking down at the view of the city, why everything looks and seems so small for you? New York City is one of the biggest city that you ever see, you're moving your feet against the edge of the Manhattan bridge in the middle of the night. You feel that city suffocating you, getting around your neck and squeeze it in a slow, making you suffering and desiring to just escape from there. Escape from New York, for your father, from your life.

But at the same time you feel guilty to imagining yourself taking that plane, leaving your mother, your grandmother, Minho. You can't think about your life without imagining Minho in it, you feel him so close in your bones that is the only no-suffocating emotion that you feel. His voice, his touch, makes you feel loved.

You blush at the thought of the guy, shaking your head lightly as you sigh deeply. You don't understand why you feel and what you feel about him, you never complained his attentions or his sarcastic comments. He was there for you when you dad tried to call you from the prison, he was there when your grandma got back home, he was still there after sawing your crying face from the horrible fight with your mother. He never judged you, he just grabbed the clothes on the floor in your room with a light smile and he just said "let me clean you up."

He was there. And honestly, right now you just want to go. You just want to run away, to hide, to feel your feelings and just escape from that reality that hurts more than you can imagine. A big sigh escape your lips as you look down again, the jump seems an easy escape. The only chance.

"hey blondie," a blue electric suit sits right next to you, "are you getting ready for a big jump?" You squirm surprised as she turn to the side, a Spiderman's mask shows to you.

He sounds friendly even if he's talking about something that deep to you, you feel the adrenaline through your veins just to talk about that, "I- maybe?"

His head tilts a little, you can imagine a confused face on him, even if you don't know who is actually under the mask. Could be anyone to you. "maybe? so I should stay here."

"no I think, I think you can actually go."

"do you like the view?" Spiderman murmurs as your eyes land down, on the busy streets, the people walking, the loud chaos of Manhattan. "no, I hate it."

"Jeez me too," He giggle, and that sounds makes you turn in his direction, he's still looking at you. "really? but.. 're Spiderman."

You chuckles, as his hand moves really close to your thigh, just in case you move too close to the edge to fall. "and? and Spiderman can't like the city that he's from?"

"no I mean, you protect this city." His confused voice still running around your thoughts, "protecting the city, and liking the city, are two different things for me sweetheart." You nods lightly with a chuckle, 'cause you can feel the meaning. Is the same for you, you don't like the city but you're still here; for your mother, your grandma, and maybe you're starting to accept even the fact that you want to stay for Minho too.

"can I show you something?" Spiderman talks lightly, almost like a whisper that is really hard to hear, you turn your head to him and you nod lightly confused.

Suddenly you're in his arms. Swinging around the city. You scream as you hold yourself on his body, his arm is around your waist, "Oh my god!"

"you are a natural," Jisung chuckles when he swings between the skyscrapers, his strong arm holding your waist as you try not to scream every time his webs drop you dead weight among the city lights. "this is my favourite way to see the city."

Looking down to the streets, you feels your stomach drop, the beautiful scenario shows in front of your eyes. "oddio.. Oddio!" Every time you get flustered, or even scared, you talk in Italian for stressful moments. Jisung laugh loudly when he hears your really loud screams, "what was that angel?"

His talks are right against your ear, making you blush and feels butterflies all over your stomach, you should say something but in a couple seconds of silence he puts you down right in front of the little pizza place of your parents, you can feel that he really doesn't want to let you go and his arm slowly moves away form your wait. "well I, I should go."

"Spiderman I- can I ask you a favor?"

He stops before he could move or step away from you, his eyes are over you as you can see from the movements of the mask how happy he looks, "yes?"

Your eyes are filling with needs, you want revenge. "Can you, go over Deadpool? he did.. something to me and my family. we - I need revenge for that. I want him in jail."

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