#divinamour

[hraunwyf]

What does Loki think of labels?

@divinamour

"i think the people who say that stupid bullshit like 'labels are for soup cans' like they're so fucking clever are possibly the stupidest people alive. like, run with the metaphor, right, you're standing in the fucking soup aisle at the grocery store. what are the labels there for? so you know what fuckin' type of soup you're getting. 'cus you're hungry for soup and there's a type of soup you want. there's a soup for you. you need the fucking label to identify the soup that calls to you specifically. so you can sit down at home and be the good soup meme in peace. and if you're standing there so fucking mad that there's labels on the soup because it's just all soup and you don't give a shit, then maybe today is not the day for you to be throwing a tantrum in the wal-mart."

[spinxeret]

"You lied to me, you disingenuous kestrel!" Beatrice is there, clearly upset, but trying her best not to seem it. In her hands is a very high definition glossy photo of Jessica Drew sitting on her motorcycle and rubbing her stomach. "You're not the one and only Spider-MILF! Apparently there's a whole MULTIVERSE of you!"

+ " ... this is NEWS to me ... " With how HUGE the multiverse was, Mary Jane wasn't surprised that she hadn't seen or met EVERYONE just yet . But when it had come to being a MOTHER , that had seemed to be somewhat of a RARE thing amongst the Spiderverse in particular. Almost as though SOMETHING or SOMEONE was preventing it from happening in a more so widespread fashion . " Here I thought I WAS the only one . "

[sebastianshaw]

Sideburns too big, ponytail too small, Shaw looks like a Steven Seagal porn parody set in Colonial Virginia!

I MEAN

WHEN YOU'RE RIGHT YOU'RE RIGHT @divinamour

[timelessaspect]

"Mister Bronze, Mister Bronze, who does your hair?! You're serving Timeless Cunt!"

"Blessings of the Titans are as bountiful as they're mysterious. But also--"

"It's because I'm Worth It."

[hexsrealityarchived2]

@divinamour inquired: 🔪 from Beatrice, but Ana'Hira is clearly controlling her arm.

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react. ⤷ Accepting!

“What are you doing?” Wanda asked, her eyes shifted from the knife to Beatrice. Her tone was of that of boredom, the same with the look she shot at Ana'Hira. "Is this another weird ploy to get my attention or pick a fight with me?" Wanda was almost waiting for Beatrice to pull out her phone to live stream the whole antagonizing of the Scarlet Witch once again. "Are you going to get off me, or do I have to force you to get off me? You're really testing my patience."

It was a warning and by the shift from annoyance to anger, Wanda was getting serious about her threat to Ana'Hira. Even in her eyes, the usual light lilac coloring darkened to a violet, the scarlet that surrounded the rim of Wanda's iris burned brighter. “Last warning. Get off.”

[toxintouches]

200 random dialogue prompts.

@divinamour sent: ❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜

“Do Ah even wanna know what’cha have there?” This was a risky move, Rogue was sure of it. Yes her hands were covered, but she was always on edge when she could not determine where people were, nor what they intended to do.

Yet, she relented. Listening to them. Rogue’s eyes shut as she extended her gloved hands in their direction. Lips pursing slightly as she found herself growing a little impatient as the other was taking their sweet darn time. “Honey, yer better not be trickin’ me. Ah ain’t playin’ no games.”

[sebastianshaw]

“Well, it’s undeniably what I’m hoping,” he admitted freely and without shame—where was the shame in wanting to sleep with a mean woman who also looked like THAT?--smiling easily and shrugging one hirsute shoulder with its softball-sized bicep just as casually, “Though I suspect it’s just as likely you’re about to shoot me down with some absolutely scathing witticism befitting of your former title’s current occupant. That’s the other thing you Queens all seem to be good at.” He didn’t seem to be complaining. Stretching his muscular legs out before him and crossing his hairy ankles as one of the retinue started duly rubbing the aforementioned shoulders, he crossed his arms behind his head, the forests beneath them now in full view. Either he didn’t think this would disgust her, or he didn’t care. “It truly is an entity in itself, the Hellfire Club. Seats change, as do circumstances, but it survives. We are its stewards, its caretakers, but in the end, also its servants. And I serve well.” A pair of sunglasses was slid on to his own face by the staff. He didn’t move, except to turn his head to her once again, with a little grin, “Good guess on the sheets, by the way. They’re silk right now though. Helps wick away sweat.” Because that’s such an arousing thing to say.

sebastianshaw:

“Giving it back to Emma?” he laughed outright, “Oh goodness, you think *I*…? I’m flattered. No, Emma just takes. You seem to underestimate your old…wasn’t she your teacher? Or am I thinking of someone else?” He felt sure she’d mentioned that in some capacity at some point, something about trying to replace her with an understudy or some other snide little Frostism. He didn’t know, he had no interest in her life as a schoolmarm. Shaw raised his drink back, which had not been in his hand til a moment before when the staff had handed it to him deftly over one burly shoulder, and he smiled just a hint of suggestion,

“Perhaps you’d prefer Blackstone? We can certainly pay a visit there.”

    “That’s the royal ‘you’, Sebastian. The Club as an entity in and of itself, divorced from the wants & whims of the people that play at populating its board.” 

  The ever-changing, ever-dissolving roster of ‘who was on what team’ & ‘who’s loyalties belonged to whom’ was so far beyond Angela’s capacity to even care that it translated perfectly to the expression she was projecting onto Monet. A very light disgust, a splash of indifference, and two jiggers of ‘are you serious?’

    “I’ve been away from the affairs of ‘the people’ for some time, forgive me if I’m jumping the gun on my uptake here.” 

Turning her head, and only her head, toward him, she looked across the sand at him (and his retinue). 

    “Is this the part where your ‘subtle’ flirting and unmistakable animalistic ‘charisma’ collide headfirst with my flawless body & projected disinterest, honed by immense spiritual suffering, to see us alighting back to your literal sex castle for a carefree romp beneath the sheets- let me guess, Egyptian cotton, onyx black? Or am I misreading your shirtless antics here?”

[redhead-reporter]

AND SINCE TUMBLR WON'T LET ME POST ALL THESE URLS AT THE SAME TIME HERE'S PART 2 !

MY CROSSOVER CUTIES - gosh this is such a blessing of a category because truly none of you have to be here and yet here you are ❤️ building out worlds for our characters to coexist has been such an AMAZING challenge and gift for me as a writer, and you all have been nothing but kind and welcoming. i have so much respect for all of you ... ESPECIALLY you OC creators fuck off with your insane creativity you make the rest of us look bad

@batcaller && @kryptonfuture && @brdshwed && @razorfst && @cardiomyapathy && @biosurvive && @svpe && @righteousruin && @cptnrgers && @overclocks && @jensationals / @valourie / @divinamour && @jerksredeem && @spxnglr && @hebled && @batinstincts && @fightwing && @killjoysanonymous && @redemptioninterlude && @gareththegreat && @crimefightr && @csmistcres && @fyrewalks && @rebelcliche && @supremescrceress && @malka-lisitsa

[hraunwyf]

How does Loki feel about Bor? I know the top of the Odin Lore Iceberg, but what about Bor, son of Buri?

@divinamour

"i can only imagine what a fucking failure my grandfather must be, to raise a son who would wind up trying to exterminate his mother's entire race. i mean, odin was bad, but remarkably, thor, balder, and i didn't grow up to be fucking fascist bigots, despite his best efforts. which can only mean bor was worse since odin turned out like that."

[spinxeret]

º ✧ 。 GET TO KNOW THE MUN !

what’s your phone wallpaper : Spider-Girl #0 cover !

last song you listened to : "Tuesday's Gone" by Lynyrd Skynyrd.

currently reading : Amazing Spider-Man: Renew Your Vows: Vol. 1 by Gerry Conway & Spider-Man/X-Men: Time's Arrow by Tom Defalco.

last movie : Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3

last show : Ghost Adventures

craving : Pizza, like always

what are you wearing right now : Spidey shirt and sweats.

how tall are you? : 5'5"

piercings / tattoos? : None, I'm lame.

glasses ? contacts? : 20/20, but I use reading glasses.

last thing you ate? : Lasagna.

favorite color(s) : Red!

current obsession : Besides anything Spidey? (excepting current run. fuck you wells ) Probably just comics.

any pets : One kitty, named Buffy.

do you have a crush right now?: Nah. I haven't dated in almost five years now. I've given up.

favorite fictional character : Mary Jane Watson, Peter Parker, Mayday Parker, Annie Parker (any of the Parkers), Susan Storm, Howard the Duck, Batman.

last place you traveled : Erie

tagged by: @redhead-reporter ( thank you friend <3 )

tagging: @divinamour , @spybiote , @webheadedhero , @thrillor , @webbfluid , @h-osborn, and YOU

[christophe76460]

𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍 - 𝐋'𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞́𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ✨💌🙏 2➏ ⓪1 2④

Bonjour,🌞⏰📮✉️🙇🏾☕

Que la paix de Jésus soit avec vous.

C'est avec une joie profonde que je t'adresse ce courrier en ce 26ème jour de janvier 2024. Commençons notre journée en réfléchissant à la certitude inébranlable de l'amour de Dieu, tel que proclamé dans le texte suivant.

𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕖 𝕕𝕦 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣 : 📖 ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝟠:𝟛𝟡

"𝗡𝗶 𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝗻𝗶 𝗹𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘂𝗿, 𝗻𝗶 𝗹𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘂𝗿, 𝗻𝗶 𝗮𝘂𝗰𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲́𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗲́𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗲 𝗹’𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝗲𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲́ 𝗲𝗻 𝗝𝗲́𝘀𝘂𝘀-𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝘂𝗿."

Dans les moments de doute et de lutte, rappel-toi avec assurance que rien, absolument rien, ne peut te séparer de l'amour incommensurable de Dieu révélé en Jésus-Christ.

🤔💬 𝗥𝗲́𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗶𝗼𝗻 :

Prenez un instant pour méditer sur la profondeur de l'amour divin. Qu'est-ce que cela signifie pour vous de savoir que vous êtes inébranlablement lié à cet amour?

��� 𝗔𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲́𝘁𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗱𝘂 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿:

Écrivez une déclaration de foi rappelant la constance de l'amour de Dieu dans votre vie. Lisez-la à voix haute comme une proclamation de confiance.

🌟 𝗧𝗲́𝗺𝗼𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲:

Partagez un moment où vous avez ressenti la présence immuable de l'amour de Dieu, même au milieu des défis.

🙏 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗲̀𝗿𝗲:

Seigneur,

Je suis reconnaissant pour ton amour indéfectible.

Que cette certitude inspire mon quotidien. Amen🙏🏾

Amen🙏🏾

Amen🙏🏾.

Continuez à marcher dans la réalité de l'amour divin, indestructible et éternel.

Pour ceux qui souhaitent recevoir ces paroles d'inspiration directement dans leur boîte mail, contactez-nous à l'adresse : 1𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒕@𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝒎

🌈 Que votre journée soit illuminée par la certitude de l'amour divin ! 🌈

Avec amour,

Pasteur Augustin TEVI,

𝑩𝒆́𝒏𝒊(𝒆) 𝒔𝒐𝒊𝒔-𝒕𝒖 !

𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕,

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝑬́𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒕

𝘿𝙄𝙀𝙐 𝙋𝙚𝙪𝙩 𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙋𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙏𝙤𝙞!

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#I𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫

#Amourinfini #divinamour

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#SentierEtroit

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[yellowkclly]

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yessss youre writing is so good and always leaves so much open to work with!! listen theres a talent to keeping the plot rolling and u got that. i need to see where kelly and eve go and of course i already love your charles through and through 10/10

@divinamoure 

[mypralaya]

divinamour​:

Oh, yes. The earth-shattering release that is being known. Without reservation, pretense, humility or exaggeration. To simply BE was not an easy thing, not at first. Ana'Hira understood the difficulty inherent in making such a transition, and- Oh, no matter how often she dealt such a release unto others, the moments before acceptance were always the hardest.

Pressing herself on the other, even to give her affection, a quiet love, or a soothing whisper would have been… asking too much. She knew what this woman needed, of course she did, but she could not force relief upon her. Or, more accurately, she would not. So she simply had to endure. Had to feel her own heart aching, bleeding and yearning, in sympathetic synchronicity with Haven until. Until-

Fingers flex, slightly, with contact. Ana'Hira rose to full height then, her grip on Haven’s hand never changing. She didn’t need to lean on Haven to rise, didn’t want her for her strength or her form, just her acceptance.

“Fear is understandable, beloved. The lacerations in your shadow run deep to your core. You’ve been so strong in holding yourself up in spite of them, I would never ask you to trust blindly the promise of one outside your sphere again. I know what I have offered strains credulity… and I know that were I to simply tell you to ‘trust me’ I’d lose you forever.”

Her eyes close. There is an often imperceptible thrum of energy through her being. Her eyes open, and where once rings of concentric purple watched sadly now the infinite universe held residence.

“With your permission, I would show you something. It is something my people created millennia ago, an artifact of immeasurable ability that our scientists named a 'Cosmic Cube’. I would show you what this Cube is capable of, and how it can bring you the peace I’ve offered.”

In many ways, Ana’Hira was acting as Haven herself would have. Thinking of what Haven needed, thinking from her perspective, not moving too fast, not presuming, never ever forcing. It might hurt Ana’Hira to do so but it was Haven she was thinking of first. She was doing for Haven what Haven had done for so many others, and did Haven know it? Did Haven have even an inkling of how Ana’Hira was suffering in her restraint now? Did she recognize this struggle like someone glimpsing a mirror image of themselves? Perhaps. To some degree or another. But Haven’s gratitude, her mind, her thoughts, were all focused now on something both more selfish and more selfless---the offer that the goddess made. The prospect to take it all back. To not merely heal the wound she’d made on the world but erase it entirely. And Ana’Hira’s gentle, empathetic understanding only made her want it more, because it relaxed her hesitations, weakened her defenses. Just a little, yes. . .but just enoughr for her to say. . . “Yes,” Haven met those cosmic eyes with her own, staring into the universe itself in those star-dotted ebony orbs, and finding. . .it did love her back. Her hand tightened in appreciation and desperation and hope hope hope, “Show me. Please. I. . .I want to know. I want to see.” And the choirs in her head warred with each other over her words.

Haven wasn’t one who liked being knelt before. Even when she was the leader of the Mahapralaya cult, prophesizing the Golden Age that was to come if only The Voice Within was obeyed----what awful memories those now were with her present knowledge---she had not had her followers kneel. Because she did not see them as followers. Like Val Cooper. She had lifted her to her feet by the hand, telling her she welcomed her not as a follower but a friend. That was how it should be, she had believed. All of them working together for a better world, no one more important than any other---not even she, who had housed the divine Voice in her womb.  Divine.  What a perverse lie that had been. She did not feel that the beauteous green goddess before her was lying. She felt the overwhelming sincerity of the goddess’s love. crushing all around her like pressure at the bottom of the ocean. Overwhelming, all-encompassing. This was what divine love should be.  But she had felt all that same sincerity from the Adversary. She could not trust her own sense of such things anymore. It was not that she didn’t trust Ana’Hira---she did not trust HERSELF. Her heart was breaking just from Ana’Hira’s offer, not just from how badly she wanted it, but from hearing someone simply know and understand without her ever having to reveal it herself, for someone to give her comfort with full comprehension of what had been done without her ever having to undergo the pain of telling them. And more than that----more than her own pain. . .a chance to undo what had been done? To save others from herself? The innocents whose lives she had destroyed? Could that possibly be undone? Oh, she wanted so badly to crumple into the goddess’s arms. She wanted so badly to just let herself fall downwards to the kneeling woman and let herself be the one to be loved and held and everything else she always was to others. She trembled with it, barely holding herself upright.  And her voice trembled too, as she gently put her hand in Ana’Hira’s, but what she said was, “I am . . .afraid. You offer me more than anyone ever has---the understanding of my sins, the full knowledge of them, and the chance to take them back. And yet because of that, I must be afraid. I must fear this is the same trap twice over. I cannot give in. And yet--- I cannot walk away, lest I be haunted for all eternity with the thought that countless could have been saved from me. Please, I mean no disrespect to you, as both a god and a person who may well be showing me kindness on a godly scale, but I must ask---what is my guarantee this god is sincere?”

[toxintouches]

are you a soldier, a poet, or a king?

The Soldier.

"There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh la, oh, LORD."

Righteousness. Strength. Violence. You see a door and break through it. You wonder, sometimes, if anger is the only thing you can feel. Remember: love is passion too. You made your own rules and will follow them to death. You try and forget that there is only one rule, and that it is "FIGHT". You are tired of fighting. You try to forget that, too, and keep going. You dream of quiet. Your love is where you heal. God knows you deserve to. (Really. You deserve to.)

tagged by stolen from: @lcveblossomed

tagging: @divinamour, @marvclsiums ( yelena! ), @goddessoftruth, and you!

[charlesmiith]

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HAHA GUESS WHAT YOUR FAVORITE GREMLIN IS BACK

Sorry for the spam I’m about to hurl at the dash. I will have a queue up through the weekend, but starting tomorrow my askbox will be open again !!

I have to attend a ceremony tomorrow evening so unfortunately I won’t be online, but I will be dedicating the weekend to responding to drafts as I will finally be on spring break p r a is e. 

o h uh, and if you see divinamoure follow you thats just my oc blog ignore me

[mypralaya]

So, it hasn’t come up in their respective threads yet bu Haven absolutely does see Ana’Hira  @divinamour and Loki @hraunwyf as gods. I know that’s like “duh, they are” but the typical attitude of a lot of Marvel characters, at least that I’ve seen, is that the ‘gods’ that one typically encounters in this universe (ex: Asgardians) are just “sufficiently powerful beings from another world” and not omniscient, omnipotent, divine beings. And like. . .no, they’re not omniscient and and omnipotent, but that’s actually NOT a requisite for being a god in most non-Abrahamic faiths. Whether it’s the Mesopotamians, Greeks and Romans, Egyptians, or Norse, the gods of most ancient religions had limitations and most didn’t know what was going on beyond their immediate sight, were not necessarily good people, were often flawed or even malevolent, did not control every single little thing that happened, they could absolutely be thwarted or tricked, and some could even die (with or without resurrection coming after). They’re still gods. And Haven was raised in a Hindu/Zoroastrian household, and most of her philosophy and outlook seems to come from Hinduism, which is a pluralistic religion, meaning there’s room in it for other faiths to be true. She can absolutely look at Loki or Perun or a god from an extraterrestrial pantheon and see them as just as real divinities as Skanda, Krishna, and, yes, Jesus. Just as real, and just as divine, and just as respected. Now, Hinduism is also often called “monotheism masquerading as polytheism” in that the idea is that is actually ONE god and all the many Hindu gods (and presumably gods of other faiths too) are just manifestations of that god. So, yes, in that aspect, the Asgardians/Hellenics/etc aren’t God as in they aren’t that One Big God but like…they are gods, they are manifestations or aspects of God, they should be thought of and treated as such. That doesn’t mean she has to bow down and do everything they say, but she recognizes them for what they are and tries to be cognizant of that in her interactions. Being a god doesn’t mean being a god to some characters, but to Haven it does, because she’s working off a definition of god that isn’t the same norm as in the Western world.