#beware of that goddess!

[maddiviner]

A person can worship a goddess and still be a raging misogynist.

I see this all the fucking time, too, and the "b-but I'm pagan!" line does get trotted out.

Yeah, no. I don't care how devoted you (claim you) are to Hecate/Freya/Babalon etc, I care how you treat flesh-and-blood people.

You can't pretend that "worshiping a goddess" makes someone, by default, not a misogynist. I see guys who have a (weird) notion of "divine femininity;" a perfect nurturing caregiver of sorts. They then get irate when a woman won't take that role for them.

They expect a (very narrowly-defined) goddess, and when they don't get one, they get mad. I end up reading their rants online as a bystander. A lot of these guys will claim the woman has somehow betrayed them, isn't pagan enough, or is an evil supernatural being?! Vampire? It's sometimes something like that.

On another note? Many transphobes are also very loud about how they "worship goddesses." They're, of course, equally loud about their disrespect for women, though. There's some "trad pagan" types, too (or whatever they're now called) who believe in goddesses - but also believe that women belong in the kitchen.

So yeah. Don't assume someone's safe and not bigoted simply because they worship Demeter or whoever. Don't let them claim that their goddess patron absolves any shitty behavior. This is a thing that keeps popping up, and I think people should be mindful of it. Don't let people like the above act as if worshiping Minerva, Aphrodite, or Juno (or whoever) gives them a free pass to be a bigot.

Also? A whole fucking civilization can worship goddesses and still be a terrible place for women.

That doesn't mean that those pantheons are misogynistic. It also doesn't mean that those reconstructing the religions are misogynists. It means that it's possible to have systemic goddess worship and misogyny together.

Don't give me that "b-but in some very specific scenarios, rich women could even *gasps of joy* own property!" either. Don't act like the mere existence of priestesses meant women there held great power, or even that the priestesses themselves necessarily did.

You can't take that kind of thing to mean that your average woman had basic rights in some of these pagan societies. In some cases, that was the case, yeah, but it's hardly been the majority. From what I've read over the years, a lot of it depended on wealth and status.

Even in Ancient Athens (pre-Pericles), women weren't considered citizens, exactly. They could take part in some religious ceremonies, but not most. While they had some financial freedom, they were generally relegated to domestic roles.

Colette Hemingway from the Metropolitan Museum describes this as "extreme social restraint." It doesn't sound like I'd want to live in that kind of civilization, even if I had modern creature comforts. It's similar elsewhere in the ancient world. Not everywhere, but enough places. Don't pretend otherwise.

Much of our history has included misogyny. This isn't a new thing. It was part of paganism. It unfortunately still is. Pretending "we were all considered equal before the Christians came" is disingenuous. And yeah, I've heard people make that exact claim in pagan places.

[motheruin]

“You were well liked,” Hubert says as he hands Eremiya a pin that states plainly ‘likable individual’. “Your cooperation during this study was greatly appreciated. Thank you.”

“As for closing notes, it appears that some of your partners wish to speak with you again. One noted that you are pleasant in conversation, agreeable, and understand the importance of cleanliness.”

HOW UNFORTUNATE. upon being approached, eremiya had begun her retreat and, thus, was forced to withstand a few more moments in the dining hall. with squinting eyes and pursed lips, she mustered the remaining bits of courtesy to respond.

"wonderful," she said, quiet and strained, "there is no need to thank me. i signed myself into the event and, thus, would have to cooperate as necessary..." but still, she acknowledged the appreciation. the pin was taken, gently, and regarded with little interest. not for what it read, no, because she honestly could not read whatever was scribbled on it; the exhaustion blurring her gaze proved all attempts futile.

instead of trying, the bishop kept her focus on hubert's face. "ah. sir duessel." a kind man, truly. within her, she hoped to meet him again, someway darker, where she could truly provide the topic of interest her full, undivided attention. a shame that light despised her so.

"i give my hopes to... to the shadow dragon that those who wish it may meet me again."

and, with that, eremiya turned around and moved to the side of the assigned knight, ducking beneath the cloth that was held over her as they left.

[lilshykitty]

Just want to be pinned down and while you're licking me to the point of me shaking and you say give me your cum lil goddess..

[bravelink]

tags

▲ page ▲ headcanon ▲ aesthetic ▲ musings ▲ answered ▲ images ▲ dash game ▲ musings ▲ reminder ▲ save

verses

v. a strange sadness as dusk falls v. the green tunic that is your garb v. our little village v. go and do not falter

v. holds a serene beauty v. o hero chosen by the goddesses... beware! v. our courage will pull us through v. a wonderous sight that nutcracker

[skelekins]

This may be a weird question,but could I give motti a hug,she's just so cool and I wanted a hug!

٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ you good - but Motti doesn’t belong to me! Motti is @mothiepixie’s!

I can definitely understand the sentiment tho haha

[yourgirlsarchived]

[romancemedia]

True Beauty Ep 13 SPOILERS

Okay I Admit It. I'm finally starting to really invest and get into the True Beauty anime and it's not over yet. Episode 13 came out just now and the ending takes a surprise twist.

• Jugyeong can finally enjoy her life now that she's won the Goddess competition and Sujin has gone into hiding after she was exposed for bullying and terrorizing.

• Jugyeong and Suho plan to meet up at their usual place at the bridge to finally confess their feelings for each other. Flashbacks are shown from Suho's point of view about his feelings for Jugyeong, revealing he's been in love with her all along and was being mean to get close to her.

• Before meeting Suho, Jugyeong meets with Seojun to give him a proper response to his confession in ep 10 and they stay friends.

• Jugyeong arrives at the meeting place, but hours pass and Suho doesn't arrive until Seojun comes and reveals Suho's father had a stroke and now Suho has to leave.

• Jugeyong and Seojun arrive at the airport to say goodbye to Suho and finally Jugyeong and Suho confess their feelings. Suho promises to return and gives Jugyeong the swan necklace he wanted to gift her since ep 10.

• A timeskip occurs, showing Jugyeong enjoying the rest of her high school years and finally graduates with her friends. One night, they all go out drinking and Jugyeong gets drunk. Seojun helps her and on the way home, he confesses he still likes her and they kiss!

New episodes air at 5:30pm every Wednesday. Episode 14 is this day next week.

[swevene]

verse drop !!

v. a strange sadness as dusk falls [ link ] v. the green tunic that is your garb [ link ] v. our little village [ link ] v. go and do not falter [ link ] v. holds a serene beauty [ link ] v. o hero chosen by the goddesses... beware! [ link ]

[ruinakete]

hc + vengeance

WORD HEADCANONS & DRABBLE ・ accepting! ( word count challenge beneath the readmore; 500 goal; 507 reached! content warnings; mentions / implications of engage spoilers; mass murder; attempted suicide(s); suicidal thoughts; self-harm! )

to wrong zephia takes a grand amount of strength; a feat, really. this is not because she makes herself impeachable, as there's no doubt that the cracks in her image are visible. however, it's because most that attempt to wrong her are disposed of the moment she realizes their intent. instead, i think the main aggressor in her mind━━━the main person she once wanted vengeance against-was herself. not many wrongs have been dealt against her, and the one with the greatest impact was the one she committed by herself.

vengeance is not a sweet thing, to zephia. when her magic swelled from her dragonstone and tore down the walls of her home, setting both friend and kin aflame, her first reaction had been to condemn herself to a fate alike theirs. to destroy her dragonstone would be to kill the part of her that only brought grief. to destroy herself would be to kill the part of her that brought disappointment. thus, for centuries, she tried to take her life, failing each time, over and over again until sombron directed her rage towards the wrongful acts of mankind and those divine.

currently, zephia is not sure whether or not she seeks retribution from alear for burying her under her lava and stone. because, yes, though the divine dragon had killed her, had she not been the one to push the stone of fate rolling? should she not be the one punished for condemning griss to a death that belonged only to her?

for now, as she ponders what became of her past life and this second chance at breathing wholly, she will punish alear for ever thinking she could rid herself of a hound. for now, as she comes to the realization that her longed-for family does not need to come from her womb, she will punish griss for his reverence in her as a goddess and household head.

WAILING SHOOK THE WITHERED TREES OF THEIR SNOW, echoing through the mountains that once belonged to the heart of this dragon, heard above the crackling of flames and snapping of wood as it came to rest. and this mage dragon━━━poor, poor girl. useless, useless daughter━━━clawed at her skin as she trembled and shook violently, heaving in the smoke of her parents and tearing the evidence of failure from her body. o' divine one, she pleaded, she bemoaned, wake me from this night terror. pull me from the duvet of mama's bed and let her live to scold my laziness. remind me that i am not a ruination. but the last night terror she had was as a babe━━━centuries ago, cradled in her mother's arms. "divine..." she gasped, hiccupping and choking on each breath she took in, pitiful as she looked to her parents' guardians to forsake her, "divine... oh god... i didn't mean to! i... i didn't mean to kill them! i... oh divine, my.... i'm useless━━━i'm sorry, i'm so sorry!" another tremor shook her body, knocking her to her knees in the snow and ash, staining her carmine-dirty robes that her mother would not be able to wash. the thought of it━━━sangria eyes led astray to the limp hand some meters away━━━sent her into another fit of panic. the crux of her wails nearly silenced by the thrum of her heart, the glowing steadiness of... no. mage dragon rose her head, her gaze blurry with tears and face smudged with soot. the grief in the air was palpable, cut only by a frigid wind or two, and interrupted, constantly, by the thrum of a heart. it had been easy to find; stuck in the snow, tucked away as though it had no hand in what became of her. no. when she had lunged for the dragonstone, her body had not been ready for the abrupt action. she met snow, first, splayed across carmine and gray, but she scrambled despite the ache between her eyes━━━above her head, the weight of her horns was unbalanced, as though one had broken off a piece of itself just as she had. the moment her claws closed around the stone, she raised it in the air and brought it back down. the rocks beneath it shook, but the stone remained aglow. so, she slammed it down again and again and again and again until her hand met the rocks instead of the dragonstone that fell to her lap. skin split apart and bled, but it would not match the amount of her tribe's. thus, her adrenaline softened into fatigue, slowing her momentum and swaying her as she kneeled. it had not taken long for the mage dragon to slump over, shoulders trembling still as her arms curled to hug her stomach. useless, she was. stupid, foolish girl. utterly immovable despite the sorrow that racked through her body, curled over the dragonstone in her lap; the last of its kind, a reminder of what she could not be and would never become.

[edgeray]

EDGERAY'S HALLOWEEN EVENT

“Beware of every corner, dear reader, a creature may linger!”  → Genshin Impact women who may not appear as human as they seem.  NSFW may be included.

a collection of works from multiple creators on Tumblr, based on the following Halloween themed AUs: - slasher/serial killer, werewolf, vampire, mermaid/siren, demon, angel, dragon, ghost, phantom, goddess, kemonomimi, and alien

Thank you to the below creators for participating! Make sure to follow them and like, comment, and/or reblog to tell them you guys enjoy their content! They're all super talented at what they do and have great stuff! To everyone here (creators and readers), happy Halloween!

Works that are not linked have not been posted yet. Masterlist will be updated when works have been posted.

ART

@calithso

Mermaid! Signora x Reader Suggestive Werewolf! Arlecchino x Reader (same link)

@myfriendscallmebun

Angel! Navia

WRITING

@aetherdoesthings

Goddess! Arlecchino x Reader Platonic

@aixeko

Slasher/Serial Killer! Arlecchino x Reader NSFW

@angelic--kitty

Kemonomimi! Dehya x Reader NSFW

@anoncryinginthecorner

Phantom! Arlecchino & Clervie

@beiibeiii

Vampire! Arlecchino x Reader NSFW

@celuere

Ghost! Arlecchino x Reader

@chucapybara

Phantom! Eula x Reader Phantom! Shenhe x Reader

@e-hibiscus

Demon! Ningguang x Reader NSFW

@edgeray

Alien! Arlecchino x Reader

@hulahoopsoupgroup

Siren! Furina x Reader Dragon! Arlecchino x Reader NSFW

@k0yaz

Vampire! Furina x Reader Goddess! Ei x Reader Siren! Navia x Reader NSFW

@liliewrites

Kemonomimi! Arlecchino x Reader

Ghost! Beidou x Reader Demon! Kujou Sara x Reader NSFW

@melodic-haze

Mermaid! Kokomi

Kemonomimi! Arlecchino

@spikesbunny

Ghost! Beidou x Reader

[miss-tomorrow]

Beware ⚠️ Mesmerizing MILF Goddess💋😻

ASS SLAVE🔞🩷

[14thcommander]

all mine || hange zoe x reader

cw: smut, +18 only! pussy eating, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, softdom!hange. (1k words, not beta read and written on my phone. beware.)

author’s note: don’t ask, this just left my body like i was exorcised. hope you enjoy it ;)

The soft moan that leaves your lips ignites something in Hange’s heart. Something sick, greedy and powerful.

Lust.

You are half naked on top of them, only in a frilly skirt that pools around your waist, bare pussy exposed to your lover. They look up at you through dark eyelashes, thick oval glasses discarded a long time ago.

Hange’s hands find home on the soft fat of your thighs, fingers buried in your inviting skin. Your knees are pressed to the mattress, on each side of their legs.

“Look so pretty like this.” Hange mutters, mouth pressed against your nipple, tongue gently teasing you. “So needy.”

The tone in their voice isn’t mocking or playful: it drips with honeyed want, lust clear in their words. Hange wants to mark your skin and soul with their love.

A couple of digits finds your sensitive pearl of pleasure, moving in circles against your clit — not enough pressure to properly get you off, which makes you whine.

“Need more, Han, please.”

“I know what you need.” Hange says, with a firm tone in their voice. “But I won’t give it to you now. You gotta wait.”

The whine that leaves your lips isn’t intended, making you sound like even more of a brat. In a swift move, Hange turns your body around, as your back hits the soft mattress underneath you. With them on top of you now, you know you are playing a dangerous game.

“Maybe I should tie you up.” They suggest, fingers still moving against your needy pussy. “Put a vibrator inside this greedy cunt and leave you here for a few hours.”

You moan something that sounds like no and please at the same time.

“Well, then you’ll just have to behave for me. Think you can do that?”

You nod, bottom lip caught in between your teeth.

Hange removes your skirt, then. The fact that they are still dressed just adds to the imbalanced power they have over you, which they gladly take — they don’t steal this power, however: it’s something that you willingly offer to them. An offering to your God, your body and soul.

They like to explore you, play with you. Hange’s moves are calculated, precise. Fingers moving against your cunt, avoiding your clit, spreading your lips apart. It leaves you even more exposed, making you drip against their fingertips, wetness splattered on your things and on the mattress.

“What a pretty cunt you have, baby. Prettiest I’ve ever seen. Could play with it all day…” they whisper, more to themself than to you.

Hange licks their teeth before lowering themself, a fiery look in their eyes. Their tongue, warm and wet, slides against the skin of your inner thighs. Pressing open mouthed kisses and lightly grazing their teeth on your skin, Hange looks up at you, briefly. They are met with the exact description of heaven: your head is thrown back in pleasure, body marked with love bites, gleaming with sweat and spit.

Truly, a goddess.

When Hange’s mouth finally finds your needy clit, you whine – a broken sound, desperate. They smile into your pussy, messily making out with it. The taste of your juices almost makes Hange’s tongue ache with the need to drink you whole. The sounds you make get louder, more sinful by the second.

A couple of digits play with your entrance, fingertips barely entering your cunt, just enough to tease you – mess with your sanity even more.

“Fuck, what a sight for sore eyes you are, princess. Look so good, so pretty… and just for me.” The last words are whispered, almost as if it is a secret between the two of you. A passion so fiery and possessive on Hange’s tone, it makes your body warmer.

Properly fucking you this time, fingers curling inside you – added to their mouth back on your clit, circling it at the right speed – the bubble of warmth on your lower stomach grows even bigger, threatening to explode at any given moment.

“Han, fuck, please, ohmygod”

It’s incoherent, what leaves your mouth – a babbling that almost sounds like words, begging for Hange to let you come. Their movements grow harder, faster, just the way you like it. Soon, your body convulses in pleasure, as the earth stutters on its axis. The pleasure overtakes you, traveling through your entire body. Your hands find your lover’s hair, a movement caught in between shoving them away and pulling them closer.

“Came.” You moan, as they don’t cease the movements. “Already came, Han, please-”

They smile up at you, canines glaring at you in a wolfish way. You are their lamb, that much you are aware of – a prey, in love with what overpowers you.

“Oh baby, you were begging to come just now… what happened?” The faux sympathy in their tone somehow turns you on even more. “Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head.

“Gotta use your words, princess.” They say, removing your mouth – it isn’t a matter of teasing but consent. Hange would never do anything that makes you uncomfortable.

“Don’t wanna stop, Han, please keep going.”

This time, Hange lays by your side, one of your legs wrapped around their waist, pussy exposed for their hands to work. Their fingers fuck you deliciously, at just the right speed and pressure. Something inside you is hot, growing. Your eyes roll into your skull, as you pant. You look desperate – pathetic.

“Yeah baby, doing so good. Looking so pretty and taking what I give you, fuck.”

There’s a light pink tint on Hange’s face, a darker look on their warm brown eyes. Their forehead glues to yours, pressed against you. They want to swallow you whole, want your bodies to become just one – you are already one single soul.

“That’s it, princess. Getting close?”

You moan, whine, groan. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode, and also does something in your belly.

“Fuck, gonna cum. Gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, angel.”

And you do – strongly, your body shakes once more, legs trembling shortly before going limp. You drench Hange with your liquids, as it squirts from you. Your lover moans, a husky laugh escaping their lips. They press their lips to your forehead, a silent reassurance that you should not feel ashamed by your body's natural reaction.

“Did so good. So fucking good.” They whisper, removing your leg from around them. “Let’s rest now.”

With your head against their chest, you close your eyes and smile. There isn’t anything better in the world than belonging to Hange Zoe.

[tootiecakes234]

The Nanami brain rot has taken over😭

Here are random Kento Headcanons:

SFW:

You will not pay for a single thing whilst in this man presence and will feel completely insulted if you even THINK about paying yourself.

His nicknames for you: darling, my love, sweetheart, angel, my good girl🤭 and Y/N(only when he’s being stern with you)

Spoils you and I mean spoiled rotten. You have hyper fixations, he completely indulging you in whatever it is. You have a hobby, he’s providing all the supplies you need to fulfill it.

As soon as you start spending nights at his house, his bathroom is fully stocked with everything you might need, he keeps your favorite foods on deck and buys several changes of clothes for you to keep there.

He works and often but any free time he has is spent with you. You are the only reason he ever takes vacation time. He will whisk you away to a tropical island for a week and indulge you both.

He gets so tense from work sometimes and having you work out kinks for him and generally just give him much needed massages is his favorite thing in the whole world.

Nanami also really likes buying outfits for you to wear. And will lay out outfits for you to wear on random days.

If he has the time, he always cooks for you but he really appreciates that reciprocate that and cook for him on days when he doesn’t have the time.

NSFW

This man has 3 vastly different sides to him and bed and it’s really just depends on his mood which one you’re going to get.

You have the adoring Kento who worships your body like you’re a goddess. Kisses & caresses like you’re the finest of china. He has nights when all he cares about is your pleasure and he’ll be between your legs for hours without ever finishing himself.

Then you have the needy starved Kento that ravages you like, simply put, a whore. Will put your down on your hands and knees and fucks your mouth like a cunt. Pulls your hair while fucks into your from behind telling you how filthy and sloppy your cunt in in your ear. This Kento also borders the line of being an exhibitionist.

And the the 3rd kento that LOVES to tease you. Where he touches you all day, kissing your neck and behind your ear but when you get home will act like nothings happened and waits until you beg him to fuck you. The one that brings you to the brink of orgasm over and over but never letting you finish until you start crying. This kento is also borderline exhibitionist.

Not matter what side of his you get tho, afterwards he is right back to being the devoted boyfriend/husband with the immaculate aftercare.

Also think this man is very into anal play so beware of his slipping fingers and toys into no man’s land.

He will offer to bring in toys very early in the sexual relationship because he understand they are an enhancement to your pleasure and he’d never deny you. He also has toys he likes you to use on him as well.

Loves tying your hands together or to the headboard while he has his way with you. Usually uses of his ties to do so.

Anyways…. I can’t stop thinking about him. In my current daydream we are buying our first house together and these are re couple of the Headcanons I’ve imagined so far🤭

Also I didn’t proofread so🥺 don’t be mean.

Kento Nanami Masterlist

[thesirencult]

Pick A Card : Your Inner Goddess

"How would you behave if you knew you were a God or Goddess? How would you treat yourself, how would you treat others? What kind of consciousness would you hold about your smallest actions if you knew their effects influenced the rest of creation? If your awakenings could bring joy to the multitudes? What kind of mindfulness would that inspire?"

- Anodea Judith, Eastern Body, Western Mind: Psychology and the Chakra System as a Path to the Self

Within each woman there lies a Goddess. Within you there lies a force to be reckoned with.

She awaits the moment you find her and she awakes.

Take the messages with a grain of salt. First and foremost trust your intuition and your inner Goddess...

Within each pile you will find what your inner goddess craves, how you can service her and what's holding her back.

Pile 1

The Hierophant, The Sun, The Empress

Your inner Goddess is craving warmth and care. A daring little lady she is. She reminds me of P!nk in the music video of U+Ur Hand.

She is sitting pretty with her book and she is not easily impressed. Maybe because she can do EVERYTHING she puts her heart and soul into. Very wise and commanding, yet feminine and seductive.

Your inner Goddess wants you to realize that you deserve abundance and happiness. You need to work on your Solar Plexus. I get that I should also talk to you about your adrenals. You have been hustling for a long time and the Goddess wants you to sit your pretty booty down and take a moment to breathe and realize that you are right on time. Go get it panther!

Pile 2

The Fool, The Star

Wow. This is a very airy energy. Your inner Goddess is here to see and experience everything. She loves being vulnerable and wants to push you out of your comfort zone.

She dares to dream about a better future and she wants to tell you that if you don't dream it and belive it you mights as well not even try.

Just do it, she says, and dives straight out the cliff. She always manages to survive and those negative voices feel jealous that the "naive" Goddess makes the best decisions right on the spot. Trust your intuition and inner Wisdom.

Pile 3

3 Of Cups, The Star, 10 Of Swords, Queen Of Wands

I don't know why, but your inner Goddess gives me "black cat energy" or Scorpio energy. She is that seductive voice that whispers "do it now, analyze it later".

She is affectionate and loves a good foot rub. Your inner Goddess has been through it. She has been accompanying you for SEVERAL lifetimes and she could have been the black cat to your Cleopatra back in ancient Egypt.

I feel like we should not play around with this one cause she might whip us up. Lol. Your inner Goddess comes out during "playtime" if you know what I mean. Look at your Lilith cause she is a lot like that placement in your chart. Alien yet homely. She can be either a storm or a beautiful river. Beware, she scratches anyone that dares hurt you. Payback's a bitch, so is Mrs. Catwoman here.

P.S. Get that sexy leather bra and that rose tattoo. Tie up your man/woman and have fun ! xoxo.

Pile 4

4 Of Cups, The Chariot

Hello brat! No worries, we can all be brats sometimes *wink,wink*.

Little lady, your inner Goddess is FED UP. She is a go getter and she is done watching you be a pessimist. She wants you to get some fuel into this fire.

Your Venus sign can be indicative of what your inner Goddess is like. She is pretty private and this can indicate issues with how you express her energy. All in all, she comes up when you think of what makes you grateful ! Feed her!

[reality-detective]

Connecting Some Dots 👇

· “KAMALA” is a Hindu goddess of Devi in Mesopotamia that is referred to in the book of Revelation 17:4.

· Otherwise known as “The laughing goddess” (Cackling) and “The Harlot of Babylon”.

· Her FULL name is Kamala Devi Harris, born in 1964, The Year of the Dragon, which is also 2024.

· There is NO WAY that is a “Coincidence”.

· “The woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet, and adorned with gold and jewels and pearls, holding in her hand a golden cup full of abominations and the impurities of her sexual immorality”. Revelation 14:7 (ESV)

· Not only does this passage accurately describe the way Kamala Harris dresses, she is known for being quite “Sexually Immoral” (Willie Brown) as well. She once worked as a Prostitute.

· You could NOT make this up if you tried.

· THIS IS A WARNING FROM GOD. BEWARE OF THIS WOMAN, SHE IS PURE EVIL. 🤔

[succulentsiren]

🐆Ways to Feel like a Dark Goddess🖤🩸

I. Embrace your ‘Black cat energy’ — Adopt or start acting like a Cat (beware when adopting that you’ll become their slave lol) but you’ll learn a how to carry their Royal (DGAF) energy, just from being around them.

II. Listen to sultry, slowed music. Find the song that represents you, listen to it slowed and play it whenever you want to feel sexy or confident. (The song is more impactful when it has a strong bass or an addictive melody).

III. Wear Black. The color black represents supreme authority and power. Black also pulls and absorbs all energy towards it. So when you wear it, it’ll allow you to absorb the energy around you and feel more powerful.

IV. Learn your Dark Feminine Archetype. Are you the Siren? Are you the Lilith? Are you the Gold digger? Or are you the Witch?

V. Don’t chase, Attract. Never beg people to be in your life. Never beg people to support you. Never force friendships or relationships. Be your authentic self and your connections will form effortlessly.

VI. Stay unbothered. It’s a fact that, you age faster when you’re stressed and overextending yourself, so be stoic and poised and observe more than you react.

VII. Wear your favorite lingerie.

VIII. Try Dark Feminine makeup looks. {Here’s my Pinterest board on DFM looks}

IX. Learn a new skill. Knowledge raises your value and protects you from making dumb decisions.

X. Have a Confident Presence. Never enter any room with you head down. Learn the importance of confident body language and teach yourself the basics.

XI. Be assertive. Add some spice [bite] to your language and character. Let people know your not a wilting flower in any way.

XII. Be unpredictable. When people think they know your next move, switch that shit up and surprise them.

XIII. Practice your Siren Gaze. The eyes are a tool of hypnotism. You can communicate through them, influence through them and seduce with them.

XIV. Worship yourself like a Goddess. When you recognize your value, you raise yourself up to Goddess-hood and others will begin to see your value as well.

XV. Spoil yourself. Don’t wait for anyone to make you feel sexy, self activate it. Buy yourself roses 🥀 Take a romantic baths with flower petals. Tell yourself “You’re sexy.” in the mirror. Write yourself love letters.