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iceclew · 9 days ago
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Listen, I had to. We all f*cking know that I had to!!!
There is close to no franchise I am more obsessed with than the witcher. And my babygirl is back and she's a queen/momma/waifu now đŸ„čđŸ„č she makes me talk so much trash, I love her so much... đŸ©”ïżœïżœïżœ
Ciri the icon you are.
Of course you get my iconic "half face portrait with extra eye highlight treatment" cause DUH
... l shall worship this woman and count the days to this game's release date đŸ©”đŸ©”
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thatnonameuser · 1 month ago
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MC đŸ€ Vil
Sabotaged by platonic yans
At least they'll have something to relate about in quiet moments during the VDC breaks; "you get type cast a lot? But it's always with this one other person? Nah. In this world? No such coincidences, he wants you so bad." ~ MC after being hardened by being in yanverse for too long.
Being a celebrity IS hard. In our world, you already have to deal with so much.. but in a world where obsession is normal? How crazy does it get? Vil would have so many platonic yanderes and even delusional yanderes that believes him to be their soulmate even if he's not a darling. (Same as Neige) So how would he (Vil )or you (author) go about this in the story? (â ă†â Ï‰â ă†â )
Fame comes with a heavy price. All the prestige and wealth comes with terrible prices to pay. If you think darlings have it bad, they have it so much worse. They never, ever have privacy, there’s always someone watching even if you’re at the edge of the earth. 
Fans are deluded, either you’re the perfect angel that should never be hurt or you’re their one true love. 
The parasocial relationships are ramped up by a thousand. Every one screen “I love you” is printed out and placed in a shrine, recorded into asmr for them to fall asleep to and hear over and over till they meet face to face. 
Instead of seeking riches, paparazzi seek pictures for their shrines. To capture the famous in their cameras lenses, and then kiss, love and adore the photographs. They also steal what little they can take, strands of hair, anything their lips or fingers touch. 
Going in public without bodyguards or something to protect yourself is a terrible risk. So many celebrities are nearly kidnapped, some actually kidnapped, so the deluded can live out their fantasies. Of wedding arches, of families being born and made
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Word to the wise, never read or open your fan mail. Sometimes it’s something sweet like letters or poetry. But there’s also hearts carved from flesh, sometimes animals, sometimes human. Explosives, meant to kill the people whoever tries to steal the eye of their favored one.
Celebrity feuds usually shed blood. If they were bad in our world, smear campaigns and cancellation attempts grow to near murders and torture in the yandereverse. All news is good news doesn’t apply here. All bad news could lead to the most devoted and obsessed killing the celeb in their sadism and delusion. 
Every mildly invasive thing turns into something so much worse. 
If you’re a darling celebrity
.then you’re loved all the more. Such innocence, such fragility. Meant to be loved and protected. And stolen away to be set on a pedestal. Their fans are extremely protective, willing to attack and kill whoever their romantic partner is, yandere or not, to protect that sweet innocence. 
Yandere celebrities have the luxury of more freedom. Their fans want to be snatched up, to be tormented and degraded, willing to do anything if it means they're with them. They’re completely obsessive, worshiping the ground the yanderes walk on. They stuck on the attachment, believing the yandere has an equal obsession for them, platonically or romantically.
(Vil has an entourage of incredibly obsessive followers. Rook is a primary example. They would gut themselves for the chance to meet eyes with him. Vil doesn't respond to anyone of his fanbase but Rook, mostly because he enjoys their friendship.)
And if they were a yandere once considered to be a darling, well that innocence is maintained and protective and obsessive mixes together. They’re protective over their innocence, and obsessed with their existence. What makes the good bad? What makes the fairy tale a real life fantasy? That’s the thought process that goes through the fans’ minds. It’s what enraptures them.
(Neige’s fans adore his innocence and are obsessed with his life. And, his fans would die for him. His interaction with them purposely stokes the fire. Only a fool would ever do that, but Neige isn’t a fool. It benefits him after all.)
Vil is used to his fan base. His father’s a famous actor, he’s seen the people in wedding dresses outside his house trying to marry his father. Then the frankly, unsettling gifts his security team went through when he was starting out. He avoids them almost at all cost, never goes out in public alone and if he does it’s disguised.
Neige. in the opposite end of the spectrum, doesn’t do what Vil does. With the exception of the disguises, because sometimes he wants some privacy. He answers every letter, hugs every fan. He doesn’t need to go out in public with protection because his fans practically kill anyone who touches him. 
Either way, both don't have the luxury of privacy. It's just their school's protections that let them live in relative peace for a while.
What a world celebrities live in

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candycandy00 · 1 year ago
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The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 5 (Final)
Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering. 
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
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Feedback of any kind is greatly appreciated! If anyone has any comments, questions, etc, please feel free to say so! I love talking about my stories lol. Thanks to everyone who has followed this story this far!
Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex my. Blood. Bondage. Biting. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader. This is dark and quite intense!
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Late in the evening of your last night as Sukuna’s offering, he summoned you to the bedroom. You wore the pink robe he’d given you and the shrine maidens had perfumed your hair and lightly painted your lips with a pink glossy color. When you walked into the bedroom, alone, you found Sukuna standing beside the bed, his own robe tied so loosely that the front of it was open down to his waist. His bare torso, with its toned muscles and black tattoos, made your breath hitch.  
“Take off the robe,” he said in that voice that made you melt, “unless you want it to be ruined.”
You slipped it off, still feeling a bit shy about being naked in front of him. He had already seen everything, but you always felt so
 inadequate. He was perfect in every way, and you were just a normal woman. But you were getting a bit more used to his eyes roaming over your body, so you folded the robe and laid it on the dresser, then turned to face him. 
He gestured toward the bed, and your eyes shifted over to it. You immediately noticed something that hadn’t been there before. From each of the two wooden posts at the head of the bed, there were thin red ropes attached. You stared at them, wondering about their purpose, until a terrible thought entered your mind. 
You looked at his face, and he was grinning. That’s when your fears were confirmed. 
He stepped closer and placed his hands on your shoulders, slowly sliding them down until they reached your wrists. “Get on the bed so we can start,” he said, rubbing your wrists gently. 
You felt panic rising in your body. What did he plan to do to you that would require him to tie you to the bed? But you couldn’t refuse him, no matter what he asked of you, so you climbed onto the bed and laid on your back. 
Sukuna climbed onto the bed after you, straddling you with his knees on either side of your body. He looked down at you, and his heated gaze caused the growing wetness between your legs to drip out of your folds. You tried to remain perfectly still as he pulled your right arm up above your head and tied the red rope tightly around your wrist, so tightly that the rope rubbed your skin in an unpleasant way. He then tied your left wrist in the same fashion. 
When finished, he stared down at you. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like being completely helpless to my whims and desires?” He hovered over you, his loose robe sliding against your bare skin. “Are you excited, or frightened, by what I might do to you?”
Looking up at him, it was obvious what he was doing. The way he loomed over you, the way his robe fell open, the way he looked at you
 he was intentionally turning you on. Your heart was beating rapidly, making your chest rise and fall with your quickening breaths. “Both,” you said in a weak voice. 
He moved down, making sure his body rubbed against yours on the way, and spread your legs with his hands, positioning himself between them. He leaned down so that his face was very close to your soaking wet pussy and used his fingers to open your folds. “Already so wet for me,” he said. Then he moved his fingers around, rubbing everywhere except your clit. 
“You want me to touch it, don’t you?” he asked, his finger moving dangerously close to that hypersensitive bundle of nerves. “This poor little neglected clit. It’s desperate for my attention, isn’t it?”
Your body arched up slightly, trying to get his finger closer to the bullseye. “Yes, please!”
He grinned widely. “Alright. I’ll be merciful and pleasure your clit all night,” he said, making you sigh in contentment, but then he added another comment that made your blood run cold: “But if you cum without my permission, I’ll hurt you.”
You raised your head up from the pillow slightly to look at him with your panic-stricken face. “W-wait!”
He leaned down suddenly and ran his tongue over your clit. The pleasure shot through you like lightning, your hips bucking off the bed as you moaned. “Please wait, Lord Sukuna,” you said, tears filling your eyes. 
He looked up at you, that smug expression on his face. “Beg me to let you cum, and I might show mercy.” With that, he used his thumb to rub over the tender nub, then licked it again. 
You squirmed and whimpered beneath him, completely defenseless with your arms tied above your head. “Please
 please let me cum, Lord Sukuna!”
He looked you in the eyes as his thumb kept rubbing over your clit. “Denied,” he said, and you let out a half moan, half sob, your body jerking and thrashing. 
“Please, I beg of you! I can’t bear it!” Your voice was higher than usual, your cries frantic. “Please
 please
”
He used his tongue again, the tip of it teasing your clit and even pressing under the hood. 
Your arms pulled against the ropes, burning your wrists. Tears were streaming down your face. “Please, Lord Sukuna
 I’ll do anything
 just please let me cum!”
“Denied,” he said again, before giving one more long lick and finishing off by wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. 
The pleasure was too much. An orgasm rocked your body, making you clench up and cry out. Sukuna raised up to watch you, but his thumb kept stroking your engorged clit mercilessly even as you rode out your climax. 
“You came without my permission,” he said in a low voice. “What a bad girl.”
You were sobbing now. “I’m sorry, my Lord.  Please forgive me!”
His thumb was still rubbing you, and you could already feel the pleasure building. “Now I have to hurt you,” he said, his voice pure silk, “to show you what happens to those who disobey me.”
As you watched with teary eyes, he lifted one of your legs up, bending it at the knee. He pressed his mouth against the plush flesh of your inner thigh and gave it a small kiss before running his tongue over it. Then, while looking straight at your terrified face, he opened his mouth and sank his unnaturally sharp teeth into your thigh. 
Your body jolted, reflexively trying to pull your leg out of his grasp as blood began to weep from the bite and into his mouth. It hurt, badly, his teeth feeling like knives cutting into your skin. You cried out in pain, again pulling against the ropes in a futile attempt to free yourself. 
But perhaps worst of all was that his thumb never stopped rubbing your clit, and now you were on the verge of cumming again. 
He slowly pulled his mouth away, licking up the blood dripping from the red bite mark and giving you the most seductive look you’d ever seen, smiling against your fresh wound. Then, within seconds, his tongue was lapping at your clit again. It was even more sensitive than before, and your whole body was shaking. 
There was a tremor to your voice as you cried out for mercy. “Ahhh
 please
 allow me to cum
.ahhhh!!”
He raised his face to look at you, letting his fingers take over for his tongue. They stroked your nub as he said, “Denied. You’ve already disobeyed me once. Why should I reward you?” The purr of his voice against your spread open pussy nearly sent you into orbit. 
“Please forgive me
 ahh
 Lord Sukuna! Forgive your pitiful offering
 ahhh
 for cumming!”
He smiled again as he dove back in, not giving you even a moment of relief. His tongue and lips and fingers were all working together to stimulate you, and before long, another climax hit your body like a boulder. You screamed out, pulling tightly against the ropes, your hips rising and inadvertently pressing up into Sukuna’s mouth, making the pleasure even more intense. 
He stroked your clit through your orgasm again, sending currents of pleasure rippling through you and causing your body to spasm in the bed. Your face was soaked with tears as you looked at him. “Please forgive me
” you murmured weakly. 
He pulled away from you and moved up toward the head of the bed, making sure his bare, muscled torso rubbed across your prone body as he did so. Once he was face to face with you, he licked your lips, then licked tears from your cheek, then moved his mouth to the underside of your exhausted right arm. He held it tightly in one hand and licked the flesh there. You shook your head. “Please
 don’t!”
His lips curled back into a smile, showing you his teeth, before he bit into the soft, tender skin. Again, pain flooded your senses. He licked and sucked at the wound, his mouth making obscene sounds right above your head, his body pressed against yours. He was deliberately choosing the most sensitive places to bite, to inflict the most agony. You whimpered and shut your eyes, trying to block it out. 
Then he moved back down, and his fingers were holding your flesh so widely open that it hurt, and his tongue was alternating between battering your now sore clit and gently licking it. Sobs shook you as you kept crying. “Please
 please
” was all you could say. 
“Please what? You have to tell me what you want of me,” he said. 
“Please
 allow me to cum
 Sukuna
”
He stopped for a moment, and your eyes snapped open. You’d called him Sukuna, not Lord Sukuna. You glanced down, afraid to see the anger on his face at this show of disrespect. With you so weak and vulnerable right now, the punishment could easily finish you off. 
But he was just staring at your face, seemingly in wonder. He gave you a strange, unreadable look, then returned to torturing your clit with overwhelming pleasure. You didn’t even have the strength left to jerk and squirm, so your body simply twitched under his hands and mouth as you begged him to let you cum. 
He continued to deny you, and when you climaxed a third time, you laid there under him, panting, pleading for forgiveness in a small voice.  
He moved up your body again, and this time he extended his tongue to lick one nipple before wrapping his lips around it. You looked down in disbelief, then shook your head frantically again. “Please, no!”
Another smile crept over his features as he turned his face toward yours. “What was it you told me in the bath earlier?”
Your eyes widened, then slammed shut again. 
His voice drifted up to your ears. “Tell me again, and I might have pity on you.”
“Please don’t make me say it, Lord Sukuna,” you whimpered, trying to turn your face away. 
“Oh? Why not? Was it a lie?”
You opened your eyes and looked at his face. “No! It wasn’t a lie! It’s just
”
He took your nipple into his mouth again, licking it gently. “Just what?” 
“Ahh
 it’s just
 I know a pitiful offering like me
 isn’t allowed to love you
 my Lord
”
He pulled himself up so that he could say into your ear, “Just for tonight, I’ll allow it. Now say it again if you want my mercy.”
You looked at him in shock, but he was already sliding back down, his mouth encasing your breast. 
“Lord Sukuna, I love you!”
Just then, you felt his teeth on your nipple, and they bit down slowly. He didn’t bite as deeply as he had on your thigh and arm, but he broke the skin, allowing blood to dribble onto his waiting tongue. It hurt, probably even more than the other bites because it was in such a delicate place, and you screamed as his teeth sank just a tiny bit deeper. He licked the blood off and pulled away, then moved back down. 
His thumb was already rubbing your clit again, but now his hot mouth was on it again, and you thought you might just die right there. “I love you,” you said in a breathy voice, then repeated it like a mantra. “I love you. I love you. I love you!”
Having his tongue running over your clit while you poured out your feelings so shamefully made your head swim. You could only lie there helplessly as he did whatever he pleased with your body. You were still crying as you made a final plea, “Please let me cum
 I love you so much
”
That’s when you suddenly felt his teeth graze over your clit, and all at once your tired, aching body was on full alert. You looked down in horror, shaking your head, but he just grinned up at you and said, “You have my permission to cum.”
It was like a dam broke. You sobbed out a moan as you finally let all the heavenly sensations you’d been trying to block out wash over you. He continued licking and rubbing with his fingers until you were nothing more than a quivering piece of flesh underneath him. 
When it was over, your body went limp, and you laid there breathing hard as he leaned over you, watching. He remained there for a little while, then stood up and turned away from the bed. Was this it? Was this the end? You couldn’t bear it. 
*******
Sukuna tightened his robe as he glanced back at the offering still tied to his bed. Looking over her weak little body, all splayed out, and the red, bloody bite marks he’d left on her, made it even harder to ignore the pulsing erection he’d had since he first bound her wrists with the rope. But he didn’t mind taking care of it himself. He’d decided to let the night end on her pleasure instead of his own. 
It was the least he could do for her, considering what he planned to do to her. 
As he started to walk away, he heard her soft voice say, “Lord Sukuna
 could I make a final request, before you kill me?”
He looked back at her. She’d slipped and called him only by his name once, leaving him slightly annoyed that she had immediately went back to using “Lord”. He rather liked the way his name had sounded being moaned from her lips, even though he had beheaded at least three people for being so disrespectful in the past. 
His eyes met hers and he asked quietly, “What is your request?”
Her face was red from blushing so much, but she held his gaze without looking away. “I want you inside me again, one more time.”
He hadn’t expected that, and he must have been wearing a surprised expression, because the offering averted her eyes and said, “Please?”
Sukuna stepped back over and sat on the edge of the bed beside her naked body. “I thought you wanted me to be gentle today,” he said in an uncharacteristically kind tone. “If I fuck you now, I won’t hold back. I won’t be able to. I’ll be rough with you, I’ll hurt you. I’ll fuck you as hard as I can, because anything less would leave me unsatisfied.”
Her eyes looked like they were made of glass as she stared up at him. “I don’t mind. You can hurt me.”
His cock was throbbing between his thighs, but he kept himself under control. “Be careful when you say things like that,” he told her, wanting nothing more than to mount her right there and then. “You’re making it hard for me to contain the monster you know I am.”
She arched her back, lifting her hips from the bed as she moaned, “Lord Sukuna, please
 take me
 hurt me
 cum inside me again.”
The last of his self control evaporated into thin air. His robe was ripped open and discarded, then he climbed onto the offering and pushed her legs up, letting them rest on his shoulders as he rammed his entire cock inside her drenched pussy. She cried out, from pain or pleasure, he couldn’t tell, but her face looked blissful as he pounded into her. 
Every other time, Sukuna had maintained some level of control. He hadn’t wanted to wreck her so quickly, but now that control was gone. With her writhing beneath him, her arms still tied to the posts, her eyes wet with tears and her body rising up to rub against his, he surrendered completely to his desire to be buried as deeply inside her warm, wet pussy as possible. 
He fucked her like an animal, harder and deeper than he’d ever fucked anyone before. He could feel his cock slamming against her cervix, bruising and battering it as her whole body jerked with his violent thrusts. The whole time, she was murmuring something between her moans and cries. A word he couldn’t hear clearly enough. 
One of his hands groped at her breast, and he realized too late that it was the one with the bloody, bitten nipple. She winced and shuddered, still mumbling that unknown word, and he quickly switched to the other breast. As an apology, he took the injured nipple into his warm mouth and licked it gently, still thrusting into her with deep, powerful motions. 
She jerked against the ropes again, and he remembered that she liked to wrap her arms around him while being fucked into oblivion, so he reached up and ripped the ropes free of the posts. Her arms, no doubt sore and tired, encircled his neck and clung to him. She buried her wet, tear-stained face into his shoulder, and that’s when he finally identified the word she’d been uttering all along. 
His name. Only his name. 
Her voice was unsteady, her body shaking with sobs, and she continued clutching him while crying out his name. 
She must have been in pain, but she never once asked him to stop or even slow down. She accepted his violence, his brutality, deep into her delicate form. 
“I love you more than anything, Sukuna
”
He heard the words but didn’t acknowledge them, only continued fucking her wildly. He didn’t know if he loved her. He didn’t know if he was capable of love. What he felt for her was contradictory and confusing. He wanted to hurt her, he wanted to hold her. He wanted to give her more rich, beautiful robes to wear and watch her smile as she tried them on. He wanted to use his cursed technique to inflict a thousand tiny cuts all over her body, then lick the blood from all of them. He wanted to share more meals and baths with her. He wanted to string her up from the ceiling by her arms and relentlessly fuck her until the only word she was capable of saying was his name. He wanted to go to sleep with her in his arms. 
He simply wanted more of her, in every way possible. 
She clenched tightly around him every time his tip rammed into that sweet spot that made her moan. Soon she was screaming out his name as she came for the fifth time that night. 
Her ragged breathing and trembling body pushed him over the edge, and he drew back onto his knees, pulling her with him, letting her legs slide off his shoulders and wrap tightly around his waist. His mouth crashed into hers as he squeezed her against him as hard as he could, finally cumming deep inside of her. 
They stayed entangled that way for a while, even after the last of his cum had shot into her womb, wrapped in each other’s arms, theirs tongue mingling together. When he broke the kiss, he looked down at her face. She was more lovely then than she’d ever been, her face flushed, her lips parted, his own saliva and hers all over her mouth, her eyes glazed over as she stared up at him lovingly. 
“You can kill me now, Lord Sukuna,” she said, looking into his eyes. “I can die happy, being so full of you.”
He was still completely buried inside her. He didn’t want to pull out, but the night wouldn’t last forever, and there was still much to be done. He lifted her off him, and her body was limp, too exhausted to move. He laid her back on the bed and stood up. She was watching him, trying to stay conscious, but after a few minutes she passed out again. He pulled a sheet over her and watched her sleep for a while. Then he summoned all three shrine maidens. 
The women walked into the room with their heads down. He had already pulled on a clean robe, and was tying the sash at his waist as they entered. 
“All three of you, look up. I need to be sure you understand my instructions.”
The three women hesitantly raised their faces. This was probably the first time they had gotten a good look at his face. One of them glanced at the bed, but said nothing. 
Sukuna gestures toward the offering and said, “She is not to be touched in my absence, by anyone. She is not to take a husband. Do you understand?”
The women seemed shocked, but they nodded their heads. 
“Make sure all her needs are met until the festival next year,” he said, then looked over at her sleeping form before adding, “See to it that she is well fed. I wouldn’t mind seeing some more meat on her when I return.” With those words, he gave the women a grin that intentionally showed off his sharp teeth. 
All three women paled at the sight, clearly aware of his
 unusual dining preferences. 
His orders given, the women left the room while he prepared to leave the village. His attendants were working on loading all the material offerings into his traveling cart, though he’d told them to leave the pink cherry blossom robe and any food offerings that hadn’t spoiled. He dressed in his thicker outer wear and then walked back over to the bed, taking one long, final look at the girl who had pleased him like no one ever had before. 
She was still asleep, and he was glad of it. A teary goodbye was simply not in him, and he knew she would be sad to see him leave. He wouldn’t take her with him. The things he did would no doubt frighten and repulse her, and he was too invested in his goals to allow for such a distraction. But having someone waiting here for him didn’t seem so bad. 
He glanced back to make sure no attendants or shrine maidens were nearby, then he bent down and kissed her lips. 
Minutes later, he was gone. 
******
When you woke up the next morning, you were shocked to still be alive. The shrine maidens informed you that Lord Sukuna had left the village in the night, as he did every year. You felt an ache in your chest, a pain that you had felt once before. You thought it was probably heartbreak. You’d wanted to be with him forever, even if that time was fleeting like the cherry blossoms he liked so much. 
Then the shrine maidens told you that you were not allowed to marry until the next festival, and you realized what that meant. He wanted you to be the offering next year! Your heart swelled with love at the thought. 
And so you returned to your family and your normal life in the village. Most of the villagers, including your parents, refrained from asking you about your time with Lord Sukuna. You had returned to them covered in bruises and bloody bite marks that the shrine maidens had bandaged, barely able to walk. They had assumed you’d been brutalized and deemed it insensitive to question you about it, though it was clear that many people wondered how you had survived. 
You didn’t volunteer any information either, except to tell your parents that it hadn’t been as bad as they imagined, if only to keep them from worrying so much. 
Your life was a bit dull, but happy. You carried on as you had before, but secretly, deep in your heart, you longed to wrap your arms around your Lord’s neck again, to feel him inside you. You watched the seasons change, eager for spring to come again. 
*****
Epilogue: 
Cherry blossoms drifted to the ground all around you as you pressed your forehead as low as possible, bowing with the rest of the gathered villagers in the festival grounds surrounding Lord Sukuna’s shrine. You heard his footsteps, and your heart was beating so fast that you thought it might burst from your chest. 
Would he even remember you? Would he ask for you specifically as the first night’s offering, or would you need to volunteer? Regardless, you were so excited to see him again, it was very difficult to keep your head down as his footsteps came closer. 
They approached, but instead of walking by you, they stopped right in front of your bowed form. You drew in a sharp breath, looking only at his sandaled feet. He crouched down, his knees becoming visible, and then you heard his voice in your ear: “You can look up now.”
You raised your head immediately, and found yourself face to face with your village’s deity. Tears sprung to your eyes, and he gave you the same smug grin he often wore. His hand brushed the tears from one cheek and he laughed as he said, “You’re always dripping whenever you’re near me.”
You blushed, but smiled as he took one of your hands and pulled you up. Nearby, the village elders who were escorting Lord Sukuna to the base of his shrine looked at you with shock. They’d heard you were a survivor, but the look of rapture on your face, along with Lord Sukuna’s behavior toward you, must have been totally unexpected for them. 
Sukuna looked at them and said, “I already have a woman for the week. No more will be needed.”
The elders quickly bowed despite their surprise. “As you wish, Lord Sukuna,” one of them said. 
“Oh, but do make sure plenty of fresh fruit is offered,” Sukuna added, then gave you a meaningful look and said, “We especially enjoy peaches.” 
Your face turned crimson at the memory of last year, but you couldn’t stop smiling as Lord Sukuna kept hold of your hand and pulled you up the steps to his shrine. 
Once you were far enough away from everyone else, he glanced back at you and said, “I hope you’re prepared. I’ve had all year to think about all the terrible things I’m going to do to you.”
You smiled at him, bright and happy. “And I’ve had all year to look forward to it, Lord Sukuna!”
Once again, you thought you caught a glimpse of a faint pink tint to his face as he turned back toward the shrine’s doors. “Smile all you want, but I’ll show you no mercy. You’ll be screaming on my cock by nightfall.”
You stepped closer to him and said in your sweetest voice, “Lord Sukuna, please wait until we get inside the shrine to say such things. I’m afraid I’ll leave a mess on the steps if you keep making me so wet.”
His eyes shifted back to your face, and then his gaze slid down your body before returning to your eyes. He grinned, baring his teeth. “Such a needy little offering.” 
The two of you entered the shrine, dismissed the shrine maidens, and closed up the doors behind them, eager to begin a week of utter depravity. 
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ceo-draiochta · 1 year ago
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Forgive me if this is a foolish question, but would you happen to know if there’s any sources out there on historical prayer behaviors? IE body position, gestures, etc. I don’t come from a religious background, so I struggle to know to go about praying even when I know what I want to say
Gestures and actions during Irish/Gaelic Pagan prayer.
This is not a foolish question at all! In fact it is a great one. Honestly finding the right words is the hardest part. There is little in the way of documented proof of how pre christian Gaels prayed so reconstruction is necessary. This makes it tricky to find authentic sources, thankfully there is a few practice's we can reconstruct with a lot of certainty. (Sources in bracketed links)
Clockwise/Deiseal movement The act of moving in a circle in a clockwise direction (deiseal) is frequently seen to be auspicious and is used in many Irish Christian rituals. Many of these practices are still done today, especially at holy wells or other pilgrimage sites such at the various stations on Croagh Patrick (link). The opposite of this is anti-clockwise or Tuathal is frequently used in curses. This is a recurring theme throughout Irish and Scottish folklore and has been argued to be partially of a pre Christian origin(Link to book containing a chapter on the topic specifically chapter 10)
This is usually done at Holy Wells while doing the rosary. The well itself or an object near it like a statue, rock or tree is encircled by the worshiper usually 3 or 7 times while reciting the rosary. (link)(link)(link). And is a still living practice.
This clockwise movement was also used in medieval rituals, with supposedly in the Book of Fenagh, an inauguration ritual is described where a bell shrine was walked around a king and his solders clockwise. (in book chapter 10).
The use of the word deiseal and its association with blessing led it in the past to be an equivalent to "bless you" after a sneeze. (link). The sunwise or clockwise direction is synonymous with blessings.
Head down, eyes up The Carmina Gadelica contains a number of prayers from gaelic scotland. Many of which follow a standard christian practice and just as many are situational in nature like to be said while washing ones hands, however certain ones stand out as being representative of a greater traditions of actions due to their unusualness.
References to raising ones eyes (link) and leaving the palms open and outstretched are mentioned (link page 290)
Both women and men were said to curtsey with men doing a bowing motion much like a curtsey in that it involved the bending of the left knee to the side and the right one straight as a show of respect (link)
To summarise with a quote:
"So the lifting of hands, raising of the eyes, and the bowing of the head are all actions that could be done during our prayers. In raising our hands we show a gesture of giving, just as we ‘give’ prayers of thanks, or blessing, or whatever other purpose we might be praying for, especially since there seems to be a since that we’re meant to raise the palms up to the sky (or moon, more to the point) instead of simply holding our hands out, palms up. It’s less a gesture that might suggest we’re asking for a handout than it gives a sense that we’re reaching out." -An Introduction To Gaelic Polytheism by Marissa Hegarty
Curse pose While not involved with worship, poets when preforming a satire, often magical in nature were said to stand on one foot, with one eye closed, holding up one hand, and sometimes speaking with one breath. This seems to specifically used for cursing however.
What to incorporate into your pagan practice I would then recommend that while praying, walking in a circle in a clockwise direction with a bowed head, eyes up, while holding out your hands with the palms skyward would be appropriate. I like to have one hand over the other. After the prayer has concluded a curtsey should be done.
If anyone else has anything to add please do so with what gestures and actions you take during prayers. I hope this answers your question and that it was at all helpful.
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xxnghtclls · 1 year ago
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Chapter 2
(Chapter 1; Chapter 3)
True Form Sukuna x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence
Please see Chapter 1 for tags!
The Path To A New Beginning
Gigantic, curved spikes protrude on the roof. The form of a huge opened mouth sitting under the ceiling of a shrine, big teeth standing out. In the middle of it, a big, heavy wooden door. Bones and skulls of cattle and bulls laying around in bulk at the corner pillars of the shrine.
It has been 6 years since your village was destroyed by a mysterious creature, which laid the path for your escape. You survived. Finding shelter in abandoned houses and hiding between pigs and cows in farmers barns. Stealing food from the market, hunting animals in the woods with self made bow and arrow, that has been your life for a good amount of time. Occasionally a farmer allowed you to clear the shit out of cows and horses barns, earning yourself a penny for it. Other times you sat on the street, begging, earning a penny out of peoples goodwill. The years have been rough on you and your body. At merely 20 years old, you looked malnourished and unhealthy, trying to cover it up with a layer of rags. Hiding your face under a hood in case someone from your village survived without you knowing. You would never want to see anyone of that shithole again. In reality though, you felt alone, felt alone for your whole life. You just wished for it to end, to have somebody to cherish, to love, to be loved.
Would’ve death been better? you asked yourself sometimes before you fell asleep. One thing you couldn’t forget though.
Him.
Was he your saviour or death sentence? No matter what he was, you couldn’t forget him, the sight of him devouring a woman of your village, his arms, the veins on his fingers, grabbing that woman’s neck. The blood. The noises. The smell. The screams. Sometimes you woke up in the night, sweating. Nightmares of being that woman and being devoured by him haunted you. Red eyes staring into yours. Fingers grabbing your hair and neck. Four muscled arms holding you tightly.
So intimidating. So... fascinating.
As much as you feared him, you couldn’t deny you were interested in him, his being, his energy. His strength and power, the flames he summoned.
One time you went back to the spot where your eyes first met. The surrounding area abandoned. No one lives there anymore. They say it’s haunted, cursed even. You heard of people going missing or found dead, although the area is empty of people and wildlife. Tiptoeing through the trees like you did six years ago, you spot the area where he was sitting. A dark spot on the ground where his campfire burned marks the spot. It’s still not vanished after all these years.
A different kind of flame maybe.
Slowly moving forward, you made your way out of the shadows of the trees. The step you couldn’t take six years ago felt heavy to take. You sat down on the spot were he sat. Still feeling an ounce of different energy there, you started to cry. You felt an emptiness within you, a lack of something. A lack of purpose. Loveless. You felt the need to take action, to do something, to search... for him.
Leaving the place empty hearted, you started to gather information about the creature. You went around, asking people in the next town and farmers in the next village. Some would not want to give you any information, some talked a bit, sometimes you would even overhear people talking about him.
The first time you heard his name you felt your heart twitch. Ryomen Sukuna. The King of Curses.
Some worship him as a god or a king, some feel the fear of him in their bones, people say. A monster, the devil himself.
A feeling of longing started to build up in your stomach. Supposedly he lives in a shrine, a days march to the south from your current location, you heard. If you seek him out, maybe you will find your purpose. Either in life or in death.
Gigantic, curved spikes protrude on the roof. The form of a huge opened mouth sitting under the ceiling of the shrine, big teeth standing out. In the middle of it, a big, heavy wooden door. Bones and skulls of cattle and bulls laying around in bulk at the corner pillars of the shrine. Located just outside of a dark forest, it does look scary. At least that must mean that he lives here.
No one else would enjoy a shrine like this.
The warm colours of the sunset touch your skin, standing on front of the place you were searching for. A familiar kind of energy hits your stomach once again. It feels like you’re close to him again. The feeling embraces you, makes you feel dizzy and addicted at the same time. As if he’s grabbing your throat without being there at all, pulling you closer to him. As if these long claws of his slowly stroke the artery on your neck, ready to stab it. The feeling excites you in a weird way or maybe it’s the relief to feel again.
Shaking your head, you take a deep breath, you knock.
No answer.
You feel your heart drop.
What am I even doing?
After a long exhale, you decide to sit down at one of the pillars. Waiting. Hoping, that someone would open the doors, to let you in. The energy embracing you earlier not letting you go.
Clouds are getting dark, wind begins to rise, rustles through the brown leaves of October, rain starts to fall. The wet cold creeps into your skin. Drops falling onto the hood of the robe you’re wearing, you shiver. Your body isn’t made for this anymore. You survived long 6 years in similar conditions, but now, however, you’re tired, you don’t know what to do anymore. A part of you wishes for it all to end. Right now. Right here.
“Maybe that’s the night I’m going to die” you quietly whisper. Your eyes fall shut. Seconds and minutes and hours pass.
“Come.” an unfamiliar, calm voice suddenly says. You look up. A white haired monk, not much taller than you, offers you their hand. They must’ve been walking up to you from inside the woods as you have not heard the wooden doors open. Slowly you reach for their hand. After helping you up, they make their way to the wooden door. You feel weak, trying your best to keep yourself up, but to no avail. You fall down. Blackness creeps into your vision. You lose consciousness.
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windvexer · 2 years ago
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Hi! Can one ask for a confirmation sign from a diety to see if they want to work with you?
Just so we're clear, we don't mean work with as in like religious or spiritual worship, right?
We mean work with as in contractually involving that god in your sorcerous practices, right?
Because I've genuinely never heard of pagan gods from open traditions being like "nope, don't want your worship."
I mean maybe it happens. Idk, I'm not a pagan. You should ask a pagan about that kind of stuff.
But I am a witch (probably) and I do "work with" gods, sometimes, for the exclusive intent of sorcery, and I have noted that not all gods want that kind of business relationship with just anyone, and so for the purposes of non-spiritual, non-religious witchcraft which has nothing to do with worship or veneration or learning from a god for personal growth and spiritual pursuit,
I mean like we're talking paying a god for goods and services as a part of like getting Becky fired or securing a great mortgage on your new home,
YES, you can ask for a confirmation that a deity wants to "work with you,"
and indeed for the purposes of non-venerating sorcerous witchcraft it is probably a good idea to check first.
First, it is a good idea to build a temporary little shrine to that god, decorating it in polite and respectful ways, and leaving a small offering once a day for three days.
(This is simply a polite way of making an introduction if you and that god have never met before).
Each day while leaving the offering, express your intent through words, signing, or writing, such as: "Hello [god]. I have heard you are very talented in [such and such] domain. I would like to work with you in exchange for offerings or other services, in order for you to provide me with boons or aide that I seek. Specifically, I want your help with [this certain spell]."
If this god also has hymns or poems from lore that you can recite, that is all the better.
On the third day, after all this has been done, pull out a tarot deck. Say something like, "Hello, [god]. I have made my introduction to you for the purposes of working with you towards sorcerous ends. I now seek your reply. Are you willing to work with me towards [magical goal]? Let this deck speak your answer."
Shuffle and draw a card. If it is a swords card, the tower, or the devil, the answer is "no." Any other card may indicate "yes," with certain omens (such as the World, Sun, and Magician) indicating more enthusiastic agreement.
If you have a "yes" answer, go about negotiating the contract of service.
If you have a "no" answer, be like, "cool, I appreciate you letting me know," dismantle the shrine, and hit up another god to be your business partner.
Of course, if your intent is to just develop a personal spiritual relationship with divinity in order to grow as a person and learn more about yourself and nice stuff like that, none of this is necessary.
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darlingpoppet · 4 months ago
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Which of the previous WIPs are you most excited about and please briefly describe what you have/had in mind for each
Haha I see how it is anon, you wanna make sure I have all the bases covered and answer everything! 😂
Out of the WIPs mentioned on this list, I’m tbh looking forward to all of them because just talking about these ideas gets me hype about them all over again LOL. But for purposes of this ask, I think the one WIP I’m most excited about right now is (once again) the one I’m currently working on, which is “Patrochilles side story” because surprise! It’s actually a small spinoff fic to Liminal Spaces that I decided I wanted needed to write and so I’m planning on posting it during the intermission, between chapters 4 and 5. This fic is gonna be just a little Patrochilles-centric scene that takes place sometime during the timeskip at the beginning of LS chapter 3, and will offer a bit more context and world building (as well as Patrochilles-only sex) that we otherwise can’t get with Zagreus’ limited pov. I didn’t want it to interrupt the flow of the main story though, so a side fic it is!
As for all of my other WIPs not discussed yet, a quick roundup:
Achilles worship pza: a direct sequel to Flourishing Into Greatness whose wip doc was called “Pat worship pza” haha. Even though I was satisfied with Achilles not getting off in that fic I still kind of left open the possibility of a sequel and then my brain went, “ok but what if, tho 👀” It’s gonna be Pat pov!
Kitsune Levi + Priest Erwin: an eruri fic idea I’ve had in my head for a million years, based on collab art from an online game. Erwin is a shinto priest in modern Tokyo who lives a pretty quiet, normal life until a shape-shifting kitsune spirit starts showing up at the shrine. Will also be partially inspired by the Japanese children’s story called Gon, the Little Fox.
MP eruri AU: Yet another Eruri idea I’ve had for a million years LOL (see I had these ideas in my head the whole time during my snk years and then FINALLY I started writing as a hobby and then almost immediately switched fandoms LMFAO) basically this is a canon divergence AU in which Erwin decides to join the Military Police instead of the Survey Corps after the death of his father, and exploring all the what-ifs of that scenario. I’m envisioning a sort of ACWNR-like enemies-to-lovers erotic crime thriller type thing as Levi, recruited by Erwin into this corrupt police organization, learns the truth behind Erwin’s past, his motivations, and eventually helps him gut the place from the inside out.
Patrochilles sex: this one is gonna be a fluffy first time fic
 the raison d’etre for it being I wanted to see if I could tap into that best friends-to-lovers joy of making love with someone you already have no emotional barriers with, and it’s just something beautiful and natural you’re sharing together. Hopefully I can successfully get that across! đŸ˜€đŸ™
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apollondelios · 11 months ago
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I have decided to make it my goal to apply for and create a religious corporation by the Apollonists within the next five years in Japan.
Japan is a polytheistic country, and many foreign deities are also believed in and have their own shrines. The Constitution of Japan also guarantees freedom of religion. In this sense, the threshold for the creation of a religious corporation is lower than in Western countries, which are monotheistic cultures.
There are many advantages to incorporation, but first of all, religious corporations are tax-free in Japan, and everything that the congregation dedicates to Apollo is guaranteed as the property of Apollo. They also have an advantage in land acquisition.
However, in recent years, there have been a number of cases of illegal activities by sects that deceive in the name of God, financial exploitation of believers, and terrorism, which have become a problem in Japan, and the public has become more wary of religious organizations, and the requirements for application for incorporation are becoming more stringent every year. Furthermore, the number of congregations is not large due to the low visibility of Apollo in Japan. Therefore, I would like to ask for the help of all Apollonists congregations around the world.
What is required at the time of application,
1. many photographs and specific doctrine proving three or more years of religious activity
2. at least three executive officers and a member of the congregation.
3. an open religious facility where we can worship
So please, when you build an altar for Apollo, please post a picture with the tag #ApolloFaithRevivalMovement
I will be looking for a few board members and people who would like to be listed in the congregation directory (no cost, no The only requirement is that you have faith in Apollo).
And the most problematic issue is the preparation of a religious facility, but I 'm still working on the specifics of how to do this. I'll be selecting the land and preparing the budget.
I know that many of you have never visited Japan or do not know much about Japan, but it is the perfect place to announce the revival of the Apollo faith, and there are the legal arrangements for this purpose.
I am a person who was saved by Apollo. In order to return the favor, I would like to dedicate a new shrine and a new his territory to Apollo. I want his shrine where we can still worship today, not a dilapidated ancient ruin. And I will strive to make his great power known to the world.
More details will be announced as they become available, but if you would like to support this effort, I would very much appreciate your cooperation.
Congregation of Apollo Japan Representative
TACHIBANA Yuki
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writerfae · 2 years ago
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World building - The Fae and their religion
Here’s a post introducing the fae’s religion, like I promised ^^
Basics
religion has always been a part of fae culture, ever since the first wild fae
they have a nature religion, which means nature is holy to them. For the fae, the spirits and gods live in everything and everyone. Therefore, all life needs to be valued
it is also a vocal religion, meaning that it gets passed down by word from generation to generation. Only a handful of religious documents exist, as well as the runes
the special thing about their religion, however, is that gods and fae are actually in contact with each other in some ways. The gods answer to prayers or sometimes interact with fae in other little ways, even if not always directly
Deities
the fae have multiple deities they worship:
the three goddesses Ghriana, Thala and Gheala (goddesses of sun, earth and moon) are the major gods
especially the fair fae also worship the six mighty trees, who are deities that are something between gods and spirits, trees with a soul that are powerful and keep the balance of the world
and the wild fae also worship several spirits / minor gods, and some of them even the ancient forces, light and shadow
Practice
there are several places considered holy, like certain groves or trees, but most places where more fae live have their temples too, often build next to or near those holy groves and trees (each temple features an altar, a well and a fire that always burns)
some fae even have little house or garden shrines for their personal use
in the opinion of the fae, their gods are with the people and nature they created, so practices like prayers, blessings and rituals are often done in private or small groups rather than in larger ones, it’s more of a family thing for many
big masses where lots of people come together are rarer, they are reserved for holidays or special occasions
still, the temples are open at all times for people to spend time there. They may even join the priests in their prayers or seek out help or comfort or whatever they may look for
the fair fae usually have either three temples for one goddess each, or one for all of them together
the religious leaders are Keeper and priests, Often, a temple is led by one Keeper that is responsible for the temple, the priests and their students
ceremonies of the fae (mostly held on holidays) can feature the following religious practices: prayers and songs, giving out blessings, burning herbs and plants, letting flowers float in the temple well, lighting a candle with the holy temple fire, other rituals
rune reading is also popular. It is done by priests and is considered a method to communicate with gods or spirits, for example, to ask for advice
runes are considered holy and magical (that’s why fae also like to carve them in precious things), as well as the ancient language Te’an Trea, which is often used for religious purposes
Holidays
there’s six major religious holidays:
Day of Creation, Day of Balance (Day dedicatedto the Mighty Trees), Ghrianlath (Day dedicated to the Sun Goddess), Ghealath (Day dedicated to the Moon Goddess), Thalath (Day dedicated to the Earth Goddess)
those are celebrated with ceremonies and processions, but also each have their little traditions that are followed on that day
they also celebrate the Sun Solstice in winter and summer as well as the equinoxes
Stories
of course, the fae have many stories in their religion, most of those really happened like they are told since, like I said, the gods actually interact sometimes, if they can and want
so of course there’s several stories about gods helping their creations
but they also have other stories like that of the creation of world and of the fae (wild and fair fae alike, for they have different origins), or the stories of how they got the gifts of fire, harvesting and healing
they don’t really have prophets or anything, though there are stories of people with a special gift and/or blessing
Wild fae, for example, have the concept of God-Chosen, and Seer too are considered as favored by the gods by many fae
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golvio · 2 years ago
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Crack hypothesis proposal based on the Spring of Courage quest: the voice you hear from the Hylia statues isn’t Hylia herself, but the big lady from the TotK trailer acting as an intermediary of the will of Hylia the same way the monks are, roleplaying as her and talking to Link through some kind of network of ancient stone radios.
Evidence I am presenting for my proposal:
Skyward Sword established that Hylia no longer exists as an entity independent from Zelda, her mortal incarnation. Any communications with her come in the form of prerecorded messages delivered by the automatons she created. Meanwhile, the “Hylia” we speak to addresses Link and refers to herself in the present tense, which shouldn’t be possible.
She refers to herself as “Goddess Hylia” at the Spring of Courage, which is an unusually formal way for even a god to talk about themselves.
“I, Goddess Hylia, shall reveal the way,” and then she opens the stone door that reveals the way fo the shrine. Come on, that’s not a magical goddess performing a miracle. That’s somebody at a switchboard toggling a remote door control while talking to you over the intercom.
“The goddess my culture worships is speaking directly to me” is easier for regular people in this setting to swallow than “An ancient priestess of a long-forgotten sky civilization is calling me on these abandoned phone booths.”
It also explains the inconsistency between SkSw Hylia and BotW Hylia. Hylia has always been associated with technology, not nature. However, this intermediary may have disguised the “radios” she woukd eventually use to communicate with BotW Link as simple statues of a nature goddess to ensure the people wouldn’t be afraid of them and would keep them in relatively good condition throughout the years even if their original purpose was forgotten. It also seems like the sky civilization in TotK has a design philosophy that emphasizes technology coexisting with nature more than the Sheikah or the original Hylia herself, so it’d make sense for the one responsible for these stone “radios” adorned with moss or flowers to be a sky person.
The manifestation of “Hylia’s” power in BotW is a literal “light from the heavens.” Someone from the sky is talking to you through the statue, signified by a spotlight being shone down from where the voice originates to the hero receiving her aid. Very, very easy to confuse for actual divine intervention. If the voice is acting as an intermediary of Hylia’s will, then there’s not even much of a point in making that distinction.
The aid the statue gives you involves what the Horned Statue in Hateno calls “essence manipulation.” In “Hylia’s” case, she seems to convert the essence donated by the monks into a form Link can use to boost his stamina and endurance beyond their natural limits. Hylia in SkSw was never associated with the manipulation of essence. However, the monks vanish into a green light that’s the same color as the Luminous Stones and the ghostly hand in TotK. The civilization responsible for the hand tech, whether the Zonai or otherwise, seemed to be experts on essence manipulation for both the living and the dead. A representative from that civilization who allied themselves with the hero would absolutely serve the function of boosting your heath/stamina in a gameplay context.
This might be absolutely gonzo and has very little direct evidence to substantiate it, but I couldn’t help but start making these connections after meeting the Horned Statue and mulling over what, exactly, these statues actually are and how “Hylia” is able to talk to you despite no longer existing.
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Name: Masami Hanazawa Species: Kitsune Occupation: Veterinarian / Back-Alley Doctor Age: 500 Years Old (Looks about 35) Played By: Donnie Face Claim: Andrew Koji
"I’ve seen so much in this lifetime and yet your stupidity always manages to fucking amaze me."
TW: Parental/sibling death, terminal illness (fae magic), amputation
Gods weren’t supposed to die. Not from sickness or curses or time. They were meant to be above such things and yet when the spots hit there was nothing any of the elders could do to stop the spread among the family. Limbs crumbled to dust as the black spots engulfed them. Foxes screamed, begging to be put out of their misery as the spots would start on their torsos. This was the world Masami was raised in, one where gods fell to an unknown sickness and those that had once worshiped the Hanazawa clan left them to their fate, running from the village in case the disease spread to them next.
Masami was considered young for a kitsune, only fifty years, when he saw the first victim fall to the spots. His older sister’s legs turned black, crumbling to ash once touched leaving her unable to walk as the spots started to spread up her hip. She gripped his arms begging for something, anything to dull the pain, but there was nothing he could do. He was beginning to realize just how weak they really were. How everything he’d been told as a child was wrong. They were worshiped as gods but they were no more than mortals, the same as the people in the village they vowed to protect. Masami isolated himself in the back rooms with the scrolls his family had collected over the years.There had to be some medicine that would at least ease the pain of the victims or if there was a case of this sickness happening before surely it’d be here. Masami spent days looking for anything to help and while he did find some medicines they could make to try and help there was nothing on the sickness. He helped make tonics before setting off into the woods. He knew the mountains held beings older than those of his clan.
He noticed the spots forming before he left but he vowed he’d make it back with a solution before the curse took him. For 3 weeks he walked into the mountains, asking any fae he came across if they knew of the curse. None did but one pointed him further into the mountains in search of an old oak leshy who’d been around over 1000 years. He made his way deep into the mountains coming upon an opening in the forests, there standing in the sunlight was the old oak who warmly greeted the young fox who by now was hobbling on three legs, having had to take off his back left one with his own hands in order to ensure he’d make it to the leshy. The old fae listened to Masami’s plight and told him the only way to solve it was to find the fae who held a grudge against his family and end them.
Masami was a youngster with only one tail but he was sure the elders could take care of it if he just made it back in time. He thanked the leshy for their kindness and made for the long journey home. However when he made it back to the shrine, there was nothing but empty robes and black ash covering the grounds. He was too late. All that was left was a ceramic fox mask, the red tassels swaying causing the bells to ring as he picked it up and left his home once again. For a long time he wandered lost, becoming jaded on the outside. He would eventually find purpose again when a kind vet took him in and he learned how to patch up animals and heal their sicknesses. He took to it easily even going as far as to learn human medicine as well. Soon he set up a clinic in Maine in a small town that was just starting out called Wicked’s Rest. There he remains helping shifters who get hurt under the guise of treating exotic animals.
Character Facts:
Personality: Loyal, patient, abrasive (on the outside), compassionate (on the inside), grumpy
Masami’s fox form is a silver fox, he has five tails.
When in human form Masami uses a prosthetic leg to get around, he only takes it off around people he’s close to and often keeps it covered with long pants or his work scrubs. In fox form he gets around just fine on three legs, though he understands the dangers of being in fox form out in the open.
Masami is capable of conjuring lightning but only tends to use it on threats he can’t outrun or bite himself free of. He will use it against hunters without hesitating even if they seem weaker than him. He’s had bad run-ins with them in the past and tends to see each hunter as a threat.
Masami has a spellcaster that helps with his clinic named Janice. She’s there to help with any healing that may be out of his skill range or to help break curses the shapeshifters he treats might find themselves under. She mans the front counter and is the first person you see when you walk into the clinic.
Masami built his clinic to avoid small spaces as much as possible. His two exam rooms are rather spacious as are the lab in the backroom, and the x-ray room that's down in the basement. He will see normal pets from humans, not really being able to say no to a person in need despite his attitude, but what happens to the humans once they leave his clinic is out of his hands.
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judjira · 2 years ago
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remember me (preview)
AN: so everyone voted on god au from the poll earlier, here's an early preview ! it's meant to be one big oneshot, and the premise is that they're all gods of a certain domain ! this is a very big brain oneshot and i'm really taking my time writing it, so hope this is enough to tide y'all over for now ! feel free to ask questions bc im rly excited abt this au !!!
pairing: dahyo god au wc: 1858
Jihyo finds the shrine at the base of the mountain, among the trees that make up the great forest that surround the earth.
If it can be called a shrine.
All it is, is a small set of rocks piled up to around knee height, by the base of an easily missed oak tree. There are a great many bushes that surround the clearing it is in, barely stretching up to ten feet. Moss has formed over its stones, blending it into the grass around it, making it almost impossible to see.
It would have avoided her attention, were it not for the barest bit of divinity faintly emanating from the rocks.
Pitiful, is what it is.
Shrines, temples, churches, they should be significant, great, and larger than life. Humans use them as places of worship, after all. Offerings, rituals, masses should have hallowed grounds worthy enough for their presence. The greater the god, the greater the place of worship. Or maybe it’s the other way around?
Granted, it isn’t like gods have any control over whatever places of worship are erected in their names, but it is an indicator of the quality of worship they receive, which is very important to deities seeking any chance of ascension. And these days, it’s all anyone’s looking for, a chance at the hallowed seats of the heavens above.
This, however, is just tragic.
Jihyo crouches down by the stones, hand reaching out to feel the shrine.
What kind of god lives here? She seeks that answer, closing her eyes and feeling out their power.
Miniscule as it is, divinity is present. But its identity, its meaning, its purpose
it’s not even recognizable.
But she gets images. Feelings. Sensations.
The taste of your favorite food from childhood, and the flashes of simpler times that come with it.
The childhood stuffed toy you once cherished, now given away to provide comfort to others.
The scent of your grandmother's cooking, and the memories of the time you spent with her.
Jihyo opens her eyes.
Gods always provoke some sort of feeling from others, indications and symbols of the domain they held precedence over. It’s how each of them identify one another. A god can always tell the presence, and usually domain, of another through the emotions that are evoked.
Trivial, is what they are.
Things of barely any consequence, no ramifications in the grander scheme of the world, no importance whatsoever to one’s daily life. They’re human sensations, but Jihyo feels them in full force. Even then, they seem pointless to her.
But it does elicit from her a sense of
nostalgia, she supposes.
What an odd feeling to instill in others.
“Oh!”
Jihyo turns from where she’s crouched on the ground, to see a woman standing a ways away from her, by the edge of the small clearing the shrine is in.
“Are you offering too?”
The woman is wearing a simple traveler’s cloak, standing at just a bit taller than Jihyo. What little Jihyo can see of her face, half-obscured by the hood over her head, is pale skin, faint wrinkles, and thin lips.
A wry smile comes onto Jihyo’s face.
“Not quite.” With a cock of her head, the woman steps forward, closer to Jihyo. In her hands is a small bound book, clutched to her chest. Her form is slightly slouched, a certain lackadaisical nature about her.
“That’s quite alright. At least she’s getting visitors.”
The woman walks closer, until she’s right next to Jihyo, crouching downwards as she places the book by the shrine. The action grabs Jihyo’s attention. So, this goddess does have worshippers. It wouldn’t have been surprising to her if this woman was one of the only worshippers this god had, if not the only.
“Whose shrine is this?” The question should be rather scathing. After all, gods are rather territorial with their holy grounds. The goddess of the mountain shouldn’t be taking too kindly to another god’s shrine being placed right at the boundary of her land.
Instead, it’s more curious than anything. Jihyo’s never been too keen on antagonizing other gods, after all. Much less their worshippers.
The woman hums, putting her hands together in silent prayer.
Jihyo lets her, sitting quietly as the woman prays. This close to her, she gets a glimpse of the upper half of her face, soft and elderly features lightly scrunched together in focus. The respect this woman has for this goddess
it’s admirable. Maybe there’s more to this god than Jihyo initially thought.
She opens her eyes, turning to Jihyo’s direction.
“She doesn’t have a name.”
Jihyo raises an eyebrow. A goddess without a name? No wonder this is how her shrine looks like. How can she be properly worshipped with no name for humans to call?
“Who worships her?”
A wistful smile comes onto the woman’s face, eyes fixed on the shrine. It’s the sort of wistfulness that can only be seen in those that have lost something, or someone.
“It’s just me now.”
The pity washes over Jihyo. To be forgotten is the worst fate for any god.
“But
I think she wouldn’t have it any other way.” There’s amusement in the woman’s voice, a chuckle on the tip of her tongue.
“What do you mean?
The woman takes out what looks to be a rag, torn at the edges and slightly dirty, and begins to wipe at the stones, smile never straying from her face. She drags the rag over the mossy parts of the stone, taking out most of the dirt. The care with which she cleans only uplifts her in Jihyo’s vision.
“You see, that’s her domain.”
A warm, cozy feeling fills Jihyo’s chest. It’s nostalgia, sentiment, reminiscence.
“She is the goddess of lost things. Of forgotten songs. Of old memories.”
A goddess of lost things with no name.
Jihyo has never heard of her before. But then, gods can rise from the deepest and darkest parts of the human consciousness. The shrine makes sense now. So does her single follower. To be a goddess of lost things
what would you be able to do for your worshippers?
“I see
her boons must be substantial for you to still pray and offer to her.”
The woman shakes her head.
“She doesn’t grant me any boons.”
Jihyo frowns. “Then why do you worship her?”
Surely, there must be some reason as to why this woman worships a goddess who, by all means, should have been forgotten already? Otherwise, what would be the purpose of her visit? This forest is vast, easy to get lost in, and the journey here is treacherous, with creatures of all sorts wandering its dark corners. It’s part of the reason why the worshippers of the mountain goddess that brave the trek to her temple at the peak are renowned for their devotion.
And yet this woman, as elderly as she is, has endured a grueling journey just to pray to a goddess with no name.
“I have seen
many things in my life.”
The woman sighs, and years weigh upon her, a gentle ache to her bones that even Jihyo can feel.
“I have forgotten twice as much as I’ve seen.”
And yet that weight upon her shoulders seems to give her an air of freedom that Jihyo’s only ever seen on the most free-spirited of children.
“The goddess
she reminds me of the things that I’ve forgotten.”
The elderly woman shrugs, a light-hearted laugh coming to her easily.
“That’s all I need to worship her, really.”
Then, she looks at Jihyo as she smiles, full and free.
“It’s also because I don’t want her to be lonely.”
Jihyo notes her smile, wrinkles curling up in her cheeks, crow’s feet glinting in the light of the midday sun, and teeth shining as if she knows something Jihyo doesn’t.
She turns her attention back to the stone shrine, a symbol of things that have been lost to time, space, and memory.
Humans are fickle creatures, she thinks. Her understanding of them will never truly be complete, they’re too unique in their individuality to actually form a concrete definition that captures all of their traits.
The gods are an example of this. They only exist due to the worship of humans, after all. It could be said that the gods are human nature at its finest, and their inclination towards assigning a sense of divinity to the most mundane of things, regardless of how meaningless they are towards human survival.
Like lost things. Like forgotten songs. Like old memories.
“You
what is your name?”
The woman turns to her, and despite her age, Jihyo can see her as sprightful as a child, whimsical joy in her smile as she prays to a goddess that embodies human nature at its finest.
“My name is Dahyun.”
Dahyun. Jihyo tests the name on her tongue. It’s nice.
“Have a safe journey home, Dahyun.”
Dahyun bows her head. Jihyo stands, somewhat contented with the answers she’s received.
“And what’s your name, kind stranger?”
She pauses, just at the edge of the clearing. Her gaze turns skyward, to the peak of the mountain that lays just next to them. Then, she smiles at Dahyun.
“My name is Jihyo.”
The recognition in Dahyun’s eyes is the last thing Jihyo sees before her presence fades, returning to the temple at the peak of the mountain.
The temple of the mountain goddess.
The temple of the goddess of limitless potential, of unending potential, of remarkable talent.
Jihyo’s temple.
There, she watches as her worshippers pray to her, abstaining from food and drink for hours on end, offerings stacking up in piles of gold and jewelry, rituals that echo from the top of the mountain all the way down to its base. As the goddess of the mountain, she should be satisfied with these things that are granted to her, her domain powerful and all-encompassing.
And yet, all she can think of is an elderly woman who offered a book, prayed silently for nary but a moment, and cleaned a shrine.
Jihyo grants Dahyun safe passage through the forest, through her domain, and back to her home. All for her resolve, for her devotion to that which is lost.
At the end of it, by the edge of the forest, still miles away from the nearest civilization but well out of danger’s way, she sees Dahyun stop by one of her shrines at the edge of the forest, the beginning of the path where devotees to Jihyo’s name begin their pilgrimage to the top of the mountain.
Dahyun prays, and Jihyo hears.
“Thank you for keeping this old woman company, my Lady. I have nothing to offer but my gratitude and a little upkeep.”
With that, Dahyun takes out her small, dirty rag, and begins to wipe the accumulated grime and muck off of Jihyo’s shrine, a bronze statue of her figure atop a mountain.
It’s the best offering she’s received today.
Once she’s finished, Dahyun tucks away her rag, bows once more, and begins the long and arduous trek home.
It is the first and the last time Jihyo sees Dahyun.
At least, for this lifetime.
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vikramsolar-blog1 · 1 month ago
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Kedarnath Yatra is one of the most sacred treks which takes you through the beautiful Himalayan landscapes and villages, to the temple that is 3583 meters above sea level in the hills of Uttarakhand in Rudraprayag district.
This trek is among one of the sacred shrines of Hinduism known as “The Char Dham Yatra”, and starts from Gaurikund and is about 16 km long with good accommodations, and proper food facilities. 
This sacred dham opens in March and then closes in October. In this blog, we will get to know what preparations must be done before visiting, along with the history of mythological secrets.
Kedarnath Mythological Significance 
Kedarnath is believed to be one of the sacred places associated with the Hindu God Shiva. The temple is said to be 1200 years old and one among the 12 Jyotirlinga in India, The temple was built by the Pandavas at the time when they won Mahabharata when they were advised by Krishna to worship lord shiva here to
clear their sins.
However the history of the temple is obscured in the blanket history but it is said that the great sage Shankaracharya (Adi Shankaracharya), restored and established the new structure in the 8th century CE. He spent major chunks of his life here and even he took his last breath here.
The Structure is very beautifully built by craving and cutting the large stones and heavy Slabs. Here, it has been customary to honor and show respect for the idol of Adi Shankaracharya. To ensure its safety for future visits, this Samadhi is being reconstructed in a subterranean chamber following the destructive flash floods of 2013.
Travelling Guide 
So the best time to travel to Kedarnath is either in the early rainy season from May to June or in early winter from September to October. This 16 km long trek starts from Gaurikund and can take up to 1-2 days to return if you want to trek or else you can book a helicopter that will averagely cost you around INR 7,000 to INR 10,000 per person (one side) which may vary from time slots.
Although Kedarnath is situated at a high altitude they don’t have a wide variety of regional food but then also, you can serve your tastebuds with local foods like Aloo Keema, Pulao and khichdi, Tandoori rotis and parathas and the most tempting Dal.
There are a few things that you must keep in mind while traveling to Kedarnath. 
As the temple is the center attraction which is located in the lap of hills so while tracking you must keep proper track of weather changes, must wear proper clothes according to the climate.
All of this can be covered if you choose our budget-friendly packages. Our guides will mainly focus on your safety. To make your trip more enjoyable and memorable.
Here are a few things that must be kept in mind as guided by our experts:
1. Health and Safety: 
Being at a high altitude people with respiratory problems must go through the proper checks and tests so they might not face any problems during their journey.
You must drink plenty of water to stay hydrated, and keep a medical kit and energy supplements for emergency purposes. 
2. Weather and Clothing: 
Uttarakhand is the state of hills and nature but with this beauty comes the uncertainty of environmental factors like rain, snow, or any natural calamities so keeping a proper track of whether and keeping your clothes accordingly should be the main focus.
3. Trekking and Travel:
You must ensure that you are physically fit to trek as the Kedarnath trek includes steep slopes along with this you must have a popper approval from the authorities to visit certain areas so that it may not hamper your travel. And waste your time. 
Also if you are not an experienced trekker then it is suggested to hire a guide to provide help and support when needed.
4. Environmental and Cultural Respect:
The environment near Kedarnath is very fragile so while traveling or trekking you must carry your water with you and dispose of it responsibly to ensure the preservation of the environment.
Along with this, there are a few customs that you need to follow or take care like you must be dressed modestly and be respectful of the sacred nature of the area.
Where to stay?
Now when you have made up your mind to visit the sacred shrine. Then you must know the variety of staying options available there in Kedarnath.  With the increasing number of pilgrims, governments have allowed hotel brands to set their ventures there to improve the quality of stays at a very reasonable rate. There are a variety of properties available which you can choose according to your budget and mood.
Homestays: Local people of Kedarnath are offering homestays with all the basic amenities like foom-cooked food. This way not only allows you to stay near Dham but also helps to get knowledge about the culture and traditions people follow in Kedarnath.
Rented Tents: Many local vendors provide tents on rent which you can carry while trekking and arrange when needed. You can look for the vendor once you reach Kedarnath. If you are traveling with your friends then it would be a great option. 
 Dharamshalas: If you are low on budget you must go for Dharamshala as they take very minimal charges and provide all the basic amenities.
The Garhwal Mandal Vikas Nigam(GMVN) Banglows: If you are traveling with elderly people then this is a good option as it provides you with good and hygienic stays. With all the basic amenities.
Why choose Trip To Temples for the Kedarnath tour?
If you are looking for a good trip planner then you can take our Kedarnath package. There are different packages available on our website.  Trip to Temples has been in the business for the last 8 years with this number of years they have gained the public trust and belief in making their trips the best and most memorable.
They have expert guides who can help you with the tough climate conditions, and guide you throughout by providing you with all the information you need. They also provide pickup and drop facilities.  Along with the expert guides, how may help you by guiding you and providing great knowledge. Also if you want to book a helicopter and hotels then Trip To Temples has good records of serving their clients with a great trip.
Conclusion
Kedarnath trek is not only a spiritual trek but also an amazing adventure that you will remember throughout your life.
Understanding the sacred history, preparing for the challenges of high-altitude trekking, and respecting local customs will enhance your pilgrimage experience. 
The trek can be done by foot or if you are a senior citizen then you can travel using a helicopter. By choosing experienced guides and adhering to health and safety precautions, you can ensure a safe and fulfilling journey. 
For those seeking a well-organized experience, Trip To Temples provides a variety of packages, expert guidance, and convenient services to make your Kedarnath Yatra both memorable and spiritually enriching.
May your journey be blessed with both fun and spiritual fulfillment, leaving you with beautiful memories of the divine Kedarnath shrine.
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shosiblog · 1 month ago
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Can Unmarried Couples Go to a Temple?
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For many people, visiting temples is a way to seek divine blessings, find inner peace, or simply connect with their spiritual side. However, a common question arises among young couples: is it acceptable for unmarried couples to visit temples together? Cultural perceptions, religious beliefs, and traditional values often influence how unmarried couples are received in temples. Let’s explore this topic to better understand the dynamics surrounding unmarried couples visiting temples and why it’s ultimately about respect and reverence.
1. Temples Welcome All Devotees
Spiritual Freedom: Temples are places of worship open to everyone, regardless of age, marital status, or relationship. The main purpose of a temple is to offer a space for prayer, reflection, and devotion, which is open to all people who enter with respect and sincerity.
Personal Intention Matters: While cultural norms can vary, many believe that an individual’s intention when visiting a temple is more important than their relationship status. If the visit is motivated by a desire for spiritual growth or blessings, most temples are welcoming of all visitors, including unmarried couples.
2. Respecting Cultural Norms
Conservative Beliefs in Some Temples: Certain temples, particularly those in rural or traditional communities, may have conservative views about couples visiting together. In such cases, unmarried couples may face more scrutiny or receive advice from elders, especially if they appear too casual or affectionate on temple grounds.
Separate Areas and Customs: In some temples, there are separate areas or specific customs that ask visitors to follow certain traditions. While these may not be directed specifically at unmarried couples, adhering to these guidelines shows respect for local customs.
3. Famous Temples Welcoming Unmarried Couples
Pilgrimage Destinations: Many pilgrimage destinations across India, such as the temples in Varanasi, Rishikesh, and Tirupati, see a diverse range of visitors. Unmarried couples, solo travelers, and friends alike visit these temples without facing restrictions based on relationship status.
Hill Temples and Shrines: Popular temples in tourist locations, such as Marudamalai Murugan Temple in Coimbatore or the Meenakshi Temple in Madurai, regularly welcome couples and visitors of all kinds. The focus in these places remains on the devotion of the visitor rather than their personal lives.
4. Spiritual Connection Over Social Norms
A Place for Growth and Devotion: Visiting a temple with a partner, whether married or not, can be a meaningful experience. Many couples seek blessings for their relationship and are often welcomed when they approach with respect and reverence. Spirituality transcends relationship status, and many temples are inclusive spaces for all types of devotees.
Understanding Tradition vs. Modernity: While Indian society holds onto strong traditional values, it is increasingly accepting of personal choices. For many couples, visiting a temple together signifies respect and shared faith, rather than challenging traditions.
5. Appropriate Conduct in Temples
Maintain a Respectful Demeanor: Whether you’re visiting with a partner, friend, or family member, maintaining respectful conduct is essential. Temples are sacred spaces, and any visitor should act appropriately by dressing modestly, maintaining quietness, and following any specific temple rules.
Avoid Public Displays of Affection: Temples are places of worship, so it’s generally considered inappropriate for couples—married or unmarried—to engage in public displays of affection. This is especially important in temples that attract large numbers of devotees or are in conservative communities.
6. Seeking Blessings for Marriage
Visiting Temples as a Couple: Many unmarried couples visit temples specifically to seek blessings for a harmonious marriage in the future. Temples like the Thirumanancheri Temple in Tamil Nadu or the Kalyana Venkateshwara Temple in Andhra Pradesh are particularly known for blessing couples with a happy and prosperous marriage. These temples regularly welcome unmarried couples who seek to offer prayers together.
Cultural Shift in Acceptance: While in earlier times it may have been less common, more temples are accepting of unmarried couples who visit with sincere intentions. This shift reflects broader societal acceptance and the understanding that devotion is an individual journey.
Conclusion
In general, unmarried couples are welcome to visit most temples, as long as they approach with respect and follow temple decorum. Temples are inclusive places of worship, and as long as visitors maintain a respectful and reverent demeanor, they can experience the peace and blessings that come from these sacred spaces.
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a-god-in-ruins-rises · 3 months ago
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alright now that i've got some time, some more of my thoughts on the whole church/temple thing.
so yeah, the topic of what to call our "place of worship" -- like the actual physical location/building -- came up and i've been thinking about it.
just some general thoughts: this cult, as i envision it, will be federal and relatively pluralistic in nature. and so i imagine some far future where there are hundreds or thousands of members split between a bunch of smaller, local assemblies/cults with their own particular beliefs.
for example, maybe this group here exclusively worships the aesir. and maybe this other group over there primarily worships nature goddesses (gaia, demeter, diana, cybele, etc). and so maybe the former would use the term "hof" and maybe the latter would use the term "grove" to refer to their respective places of worship.
basically, i'm saying that i am open to some diversity in terminology based on the size, style, and purpose of the place. some terms may be more generic and others more specific. and we would probably have some kind of "federal register" that outlines what terms would be considered acceptable, for both generic and specific. for example, i don't think it would be appropriate for a specifically hellenistic cult to use the term "hof" for their temples.
and so, some ideas i've got so far: pantheon (my personal favorite in general), temple, grove, hof, shrine, sanctuary/sanctum/sacrarium, fane, hearth, house, hall, mithraeum/mithraion, hieron, arkheion, etc. also, in the case of house and hall we could have a number of further compounds; meeting house, prayerhouse, worshiphouse, godhouse or meeting hall, great hall, holy hall, etc.
i do specifically want to elaborate on "pantheon" though. i think pantheon is a great term and should be the standard. so pantheon is obviously associated with the one singular temple, /the/ pantheon in rome. but i see no reason why it could be used more generally. it comes from "pantheios" which means "for or of all gods". and it just seems like a really fitting term to refer to our temples, considering our religion is an (intra-indo-european) syncretic religion. on top of that, i think it could refer to our convocation/assembly too, since the members of our cult are also "for or of" the gods.
just some thoughts.
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spade-of-hearts · 1 year ago
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Star crossed lovers chapter one
According to the rumors deep in the vast forest of nymphs and other creatures that walked around the land.There was a lonely kitsune who had everything life had to offer.  He had everything he could ever want, everything that was but a lover.  Across the years he had found men who wanted to appease him by offering their bodies and souls laid bare to him. But even that was not enough for him, humans all died so young and so much faster than he would have liked. The Kitsune ran his fingers through his black silky locks, sighing at the gifts left at his shrine once more. He had told humans time and time again that he did not require gifts or even food. His pointy ears twitched hearing the jingle of the totem around his shrine he had to alert him of anyone snooping around. Izou arched a thin black eyebrow as he stepped out of his shrine, shoes clacked as he turned the corner.  He had to suppress a gasp seeing what looked to be a Nymph. He had heard rumors of a garden Nymph getting into everyone’s offerings. “And who might you be?” He asked, voice lacking any amusement despite the curl of his red painted lips . The Nymph in question let out a loud yelp, tripping over his own feet and landing right into the koi pond. He sat up with a fish in his hair,  blew a strand out of his eyes . As he sat soaked with his white tunic sticking to his chest . He let out a loud laugh rubbing the back of his head. “Ah I'm not making a very good first impression am I? The name is Thatch, what’s your name?” Izou pinched the bridge of his nose.  “Izou is my name, you still haven't told me what you're doing snooping around my shrine. Thatch’s face tinted pink. “Ah I wanted to meet you but I heard you liked lava lilies so I was trying to place them with your offerings in hope you would come out.” “ If that was the case you could have just knocked on my shrine door, instead of looking like an utter fool” “ I do look pretty dumb huh? But I think it was worth it, you're much more extraordinary in person if I say so myself” . He said flashing a cheesy smile in the Kitsune's direction . Izou blinked before he felt his face turn red, damn him it was like he was trying to get him worked up on purpose . He could withstand human men; they were nothing but a means to an end but this man was different . Maybe it was due to the fact he was a creature like himself. “ Flattery will get you nowhere you know , you have to fix my flowers and pay for scaring my poor koi fish,” “O-oh sorry about that , I can replant the flowers but uh how can I make it up to you?” Izou sighed, pushing his hair out of his eyes “ Well since you gave me such a headache . You may come to my shrine for a cup of tea and tell me why you wanted to see me so badly.” Thatch winced before his whole face lit up like the sun jumping out of the koi pond right over to him “ Really?!” “ Hold it, you may come once you are wearing something not so wet and flimsy , ring the bell when you come back.” Izou said as he turned on his heel walking back into his shrine the doors locking in place. Izou put his hand over his face. What was he even doing at this point? It's not like he could back off this now . He just hoped he would not regret this decision. He was only going to have a cup of tea with Thatch, that was all, so why was his heart racing. Like it once did when he had a new kitsune .                                             xx
Izou jolted hearing the bell ring of his shrine . He stood up opening the door to see that same garden Nymph from before . Thank the heavens he was wearing something that would not make Izou feel like he would explode . “It’s nice to see you can dress up,“ “I always dress to impress! “ Thatch countered with a arched eyebrow Izou shook his head “Just get in, I made the tea already, “ he said before pausing “what’s that in your hands?” Thatch let out a laugh “I like to cook so i asked your worshipers what foods you like so i made some onigiri, “ Izou could not help but to look surprised at that. A red tint matching his lipstick spread over his cheeks .“Is that so then it would be a waste to not give them at least a try,” He mused out loud with a sliver of a smile. “You won’t find anyone who can cook better than me, just so you know, “ Thatch said wiggling his brown brows at him getting in his face. Izou moved his hand pushing his face from his “Don’t get ahead of yourself there dumpling,” “Eh? Are you saying I'm chubby or something?” Thatch asked. “Mhm if the shoe fits.“ Thatch gasped pushing him over before he paled ah shit this day really was not going the way he would like. But it felt so natural to be around the Kistune like this it almost felt as if he knew him in another lifetime. Izou chuckled as he poured two cups of his finest green tea handing it to Thatch “Here drink before you say something stupid,“ He raised an eyebrow but took it, sipping it, his lips puckering. Oh that was bitter he forced a smile “It’s delicious thank you,“ Thatch forced himself to get out just barely able to. Izou’s lips curled up  “You don’t have to lie to appease me, green tea is not for everyone,“ Thatch relaxed “I was not trying to be insulting the taste is good but it’s not my thing:” Izou leaned back “So tell me why did you want to meet me was it because of the rumors of my beauty or something more>“ “Truthfully I wanted a friend, I have none here, sure there is the giant man, but he sees me more as a son, rather than a friend,” Thatch remarked with a fond expression on his face. “Ah whitebeard tends to be that way, you want to be friends? My answer is no,” Izou said as he took a sip out of his teacup. Thatch’s chocolate brown eyes went wide “Huh?! Why not?!” He exclaimed in complete and utter shock. Izou snorted “As if I would be friends with someone who fell into my pond and scared my poor koi fish, you lack elegance, “ Instead of being turned away Thach grinned wider “ I will make you be my friend, you'll have to admit it.” “Fine then will give you one year to make me admit to being your friend,” “Challenge accepted! And just know I plan to win.” 
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