#golden jewel orchid | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

cera-writes · 6 months ago

Note

You're taking Nightcrawler requests?! Prepare to be drowning in requests. Can I request Kurt with a mutant who has plant powers?

A/N: hope this is okay anon! <3 Pairing: Kurt Wagner x gn!reader Tags: fluff, reader-insert, pining, sfw

Geheime Blüte

The scent of damp earth and blooming orchids hung heavy in the air as you straightened the last potted fern in the X-Mansion's greenhouse. The last student had shuffled out minutes ago, leaving you to the calming symphony of rustling leaves and the gentle hum of the climate control system. Just as you were about to head inside, a deafening crack of thunder split the sky. You flinched, peering out at the rapidly darkening world beyond the glass. Fat raindrops lashed against the dome, blurring the once-vibrant landscape.

"Looks like we're in for a downpour," you muttered, a wry smile curling your lips. You weren't one to shy away from a little rain, but the thought of being trapped in the greenhouse for an extended period wasn't exactly thrilling.

As you debated whether to brave the storm or settle in for a book, the greenhouse door creaked open. Kurt Wagner, better known as Nightcrawler, stood framed against the onslaught of rain, a sheepish grin plastered on his face. Water dripped from his fur in rivulets, clinging to his pointed ears like glistening jewels.

"Seems I missed the exit," he rumbled, his voice laced with a nervous tremor you found strangely endearing.

You gestured towards a nearby bench, strategically positioned beneath a cascading curtain of wisteria. "Look what the cat dragged in... hey," you smiled, loosening your apron abit that had gotten dirty from the soil.

He chuckled, a low sound that sent a shiver down your spine. You weren't sure when you'd begun noticing the way his yellow eyes seemed to linger on you a beat too long, or how his smile always seemed a little wider when you were around.

Settling onto the bench, the sweet scent of wisteria mingled with the earthy musk of Kurt's fur. The rain intensified, the drumming on the greenhouse roof a steady counterpoint to the silence that had fallen between you.

"This place," Kurt began, his voice barely a whisper, "it feels... different with you here."

You met his gaze, your heart hammering against your ribs. "Different how?"

He took a step closer, the air around you crackling with unspoken tension. "Like it's finally found its missing piece," he murmured, his eyes searching yours. Heat flooded your cheeks. You'd never admitted it to yourself, but you felt a similar pull towards Kurt. His gruff exterior hid a surprising gentleness, a kind of kindness that resonated deep within you.

Perhaps it was that connection, or maybe the way your powers manifested, but you couldn't help but notice how vibrant the greenhouse seemed with you in it. Your hair, usually a simple (hair color), shimmered with an almost iridescent sheen, and the faint green glow that emanated from your fingertips seemed to enhance the colors of the surrounding flowers. You were a living part of the greenhouse itself, a beautiful anomaly amidst the thriving greenery.

"Kurt," you began, your voice barely a whisper, "I—"

Before you could respond, a particularly loud clap of thunder boomed overhead, the greenhouse shuddering slightly. You both jumped, startled from your budding confession.

An awkward silence followed, punctuated only by the rhythmic drumming of the rain. Stealing a glance at Kurt, you found his gaze fixed on you, a flicker of something intense dancing in his golden eyes.

The greenhouse, once a peaceful haven, now thrummed with a raw, primal energy. The sound of the rain became a distant white noise, replaced by the frantic pounding of your heart.

As the tension stretched, a mischievous glint sparked in your eyes. "Looks like we're properly stuck, then," you said, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Unless you have a way to teleport us out of this rain shower?"

He chuckled, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I don't know, Liebling... I think I rather like it in here," he admitted, his voice a low rumble.

A beat of playful silence followed. "Well, then," you said, leaning back against the bench, "I guess we'd better make the most of it, wouldn't we?"

He raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his blue face. The rain-washed world shimmered outside the glass, and within the greenhouse, a different kind of storm was beginning to brew.

Suddenly, Kurt knelt beside a rose bush, its crimson blossom the only splash of color amidst the verdant foliage. With a swift movement, he plucked the rose, its velvety petals glistening with the dew of the sprinkler system. He stood, extending the rose towards you, his golden eyes enamored by the rose's deep red.

"You remind me of this rose," he said, his voice husky. "Beautiful, strong, and unlike anything I've ever seen before."

You felt your cheeks flush, the rose a perfect reflection of your own blush.

His words hung in the air, thick with unspoken desire. You met his gaze, the intensity within it sending a jolt through your entire being. The rose felt heavy in your hand, a symbol of the blossoming feelings blooming between you.

Before you could respond, Kurt took a step forward, his blue fur almost luminous in the filtered light of the greenhouse. With a gentle pressure, he backed you against a nearby table, his spectacular eyes never leaving yours. A nervous laugh escaped your lips, the sound swallowed by the steady drumming of the rain on the roof.

Suddenly, a soft brush against your cheek sent shivers down your spine. You flinched, then gasped slightly as you realized it was the tip of Kurt's tail, hesitantly tracing a path down your cheekbone. The unexpected caress sent a rush of heat through your body, leaving you breathless.

Kurt’s touch felt surprisingly light and delicate, a stark contrast to his imposing figure. His eyes held a tenderness you hadn't seen before, a vulnerability that mirrored your own. The air crackled with unspoken desire, an electric current that pulled you closer to him.

In that moment, the rain outside faded into obscurity. All that existed was the warmth radiating from Kurt's body, the intoxicating scent of damp earth and wildflowers, and the growing intensity in his gaze. Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned in, his lips hovering a tantalizing distance from yours.

The kiss, when it came, was soft and sweet, a gentle exploration that sent your heart soaring. His touch was careful, as if afraid to break something precious. Yet, there was an underlying passion in his kiss, a promise of something more waiting to be explored.

You melted into his touch, the rose forgotten in your hand. The world around you seemed to dissolve, leaving only the warmth of Kurt's body and the intoxicating feeling of his lips against yours.

As you pulled away, both breathless, a shy smile played on your lips. The rain outside had softened to a gentle patter, and a single ray of sunlight peeked through the clouds, casting a golden glow on the scene.

The greenhouse, once a haven for flourishing plants, now held a different kind of bloom – the blossoming of a love as vibrant and beautiful as the flowers that surrounded you.

#x men 97 #xmen #nightcrawler x reader #nightcrawler x you #kurt wagner x you #kurt wagner one shot #kurt wagner x reader

158 notes · View notes

robin-evry · 2 months ago

Note

Hi, I saw you taking requests, and I’d like to request an Odin fanfic from Record of Ragnarok. He’s my favorite character. I love how mysterious and dark he is, but I wish there was more content about him. I’ve only seen a little, and it makes me sad 😭. Would it be okay to request an Odin x Frigg fic? I don’t like shipping myself with characters who are canonically married or have a lover. But if you only write x reader fics, maybe you could do Odin x Frigg reader instead?

Sure thing, ask and you shall receive

PS :! this is my first time writing romance

𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Frigg (/frɪɡ/; Old Norse: [ˈfriɡː])[1] is a goddess, one of the Æsir, in Germanic mythology. In Norse mythology, the source of most surviving information about her, she is associated with marriage, fertility , clairvoyance and motherliness, and dwells in the wetland halls of Fensalir. Nearly all sources portray her as the wife of the god Odin.

Warning : Angst, cheating, and intimacy implied

( English is not my first language )

As the wife of the chief god of the norse pantheon, your life would be filled with luxurious, dresses made by the most elegant silk and jewelry made by the shiniest of gold's and jewels carve and created by the dwarfs themselves

He will build castles, pavilions and the most beautiful gardens ever seen in heaven.

Even tho he is busy with work as being the chief god of the norse pantheon he will make time for you, making sure your bed is warm every night.

He will prioritize you, even if he's busy. Something happens to you, he will drop everything for you. And go find you to see what's the problem.

The ravens adore you, always flying towards you when they see you and cuddling towards you and watching over you if something happens like an assassination they would fly away and alert the guards and your husband.

But this marriage doesn't start easily, it was an arranged marriage at first. He was cold and inconsiderate over your feelings. To be honest during your first centuries with him it feels like you guys are not even married, it feels like you guys are just strangers that are married together by a contract.

When you hear he created a son with another goddess, you couldn't take it anymore. You ran away as possibly as far as you can. A few of your fellow goddesses warn you about him and the unhappy marriage you will be in, they were right and you shouldn't listen to them. You hide yourself in Midgard hiding your present from him.

You adorned yourself in the disguise of a woman named "franziska", to be honest during this time of period in Midgard. You feel like people actually see you unlike the inside palace during your marriage.

Suddenly a raven lay on your window and it has a lily of the valley flower on its beak and put it on your window and fly away. Soon many ravens would bring you flowers everyday different types of flowers tulips, orchids and hyacinth. You fully know who's responsible for sending these flowers but you usually didn't do anything, you just left the flowers to rot.

But one day, he appears and he begs for your return to the sky above. When you refuse and are about to leave, he grabs your wrist and kneels down upon you, hugging your waist and trails of apologies and begging for forgiveness. When you demand to release you he hugs you tighter, and finally when he looks up. He has tears coming down his eyes. After one sentence of begging you to come home. You are finally reluctant to retrieve back to the sky.

You were soon carried by a carriage that is pulled by the pegasus, during the ride it was silence no words exchanged with each other but the only action of him reaching for your hand and holding it tighter, soon he started to shower you with affection and gifts. You even manage to meet his son he had with another goddess, he has red hair and beautiful golden eyes. Even tho he was the product of the affair it wasn't his fault but you still cared for him as a mother.

Even tho the love you have for him was gone, it started to grow even tho it's not as big as it was before it slowly is growing and he will be patient waiting for you.

This is my first time writing romance and there was barely anything about the goddess frig so I decided to go by my own path, sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting but I've tried my best.

PS : please don't follow the relationship pattern of this story, this will lead you into an extremely toxic environment

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok thor #record of ragnarok x reader #not canon #record of ragnarok angst #record of ragnarok headcanon #frigg!reader

37 notes · View notes

lavaflowe · 1 year ago

Text

JTTW BOOK CLUB

CHPT 7-9

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

Chpt 7

•”All this was probably refined in his stomach by the Samadhi fire to form a single solid mass” I know other deities can use the fire but I’m wracking my brain for when it used before(this point) specifically- My understanding was the furnace refined the immortal elixirs and fruit- I’m going to assume Laozi is just theorizing and doesn’t know what actually happened

•Diamond body….👀

•Erlang gets absolutely DRIPPED out, he earned it FR

•eyes permanently irritated by the smoke churned up the the Xun trigram, someone get this man some eye drops

•he is extra pissed

•HE JUST BODIES LAOZI IM YELLING😂

•”this cosmic being fully fused with nature’s gifts passes with ease through 10,000 toils and tests”

•Big war form out to beat serious ass, he’s not jokin bitch

•” bright and luminous; ….illustrious pearl of mani he is indeed” MMMMM comparing him to a mani- a flaming (wish granting) jewel is hilarious 💀

•Tathagata bringing in the big guns (himself)

•”how tf do you know The Way and not know who I am?? And you’re so….violent” I can sense the side eye

•I wonder if Wukong has previous incarnations?? Buddha says he just reached human form this incarnation but if his rock was there at the beginning of creation, wouldn’t his soul be ‘baking’ (for lack of a better term) the whole time until he hatched?

•” and with a total lack of respect he left a bubbling pool of monkey urine” Iconic moment LMAOOOO

•smart for Wukong to leave a momento- too bad it didn’t matter lol

•ah so he was jumping to visit the pillars again, not run away(supposedly)- he’d rather prove he’s right than escape💀 that checks out

•monkey has been squished, it is now party o’clock

•are you allowed to give the Buddha drugs if it’s an offering? Like wine??🤔 “wtf is this allowed? Wtf”

•”Wukong is wiggling out”

“Dw, take this”

*slaps tag on the mountain like flex tape*

•enough room to breathe and move his hands- I would lose my mind

•Molten copper & iron pellets mimic punishments in hell (just learned this🙏), shedding the Karma like water -I feel like 500 years is pretty good tbh considering everything

Woe molten metal and iron upon ye

Chpt 8 + 9 under cut:

Chpt 8:

•lots of lovely poems in this chapter

•a paragraph recap of the past 7 chapters

•wonder what Feast of the Ullambana Bowl is? (the notes say it’s a mass for the dead and is also know as the Ghost festival, practiced by Taoists and Buddhists)

•”the Chan mind shines bright like a thousand rivers’ moon; true nature’s pure and great as an unclouded sky.”

Lovely poem, and I’m beginning to realize this book is very heavily focused on the Chan school, which I don’t know why I didn’t pick up on sooner? White-Robed Guan Yin is a Chan specific form, usually depicted in their bamboo grove

•Tathagata reveals his 3 baskets of scripture after everyone is done presenting their poems, feels almost like he suggested the celebration to announce these

•Each basket corresponds to scriptures of Heaven, Earth, and the Damned- a total of 15,144 FUCKING SCROLLS

•oooo Guanyin poem!! “ a golden body filled with wisdom, fringes of dangling pearls and jade, …dark hair piled smartly in a coiled-dragon bun. With brows of new moon shape and eyes like two bright stars, her jadelike face beams natural joy. …Her orchid heart delights in green bamboos; her chaste nature loves the wisteria. The living Guanyin from the Cave of Tidal Sound.”

•5 Talismans: Embroidered Cassock that will protect him from falling back into the Wheel of Transmigration, a 9 ring priestly staff that will protect him from poison or harm, 3 tightening fillets- the Golden, the Constructive, and the Prohibitive Spell.

•Guanyin thinks this will take about 2 to 3 years💀 hooooo boy….

•FLOWING SAND RIVER!!! MY 2ND FAV BOY!!!

•Green and Black complexion, Gleaming eyes like the lights beneath a stove, forked mouth with teeth like knives and swords, and disheveled red hair

•like that Wujing is using a priest staff he def took from one of the monks he ate lol

•Wujing fighting Moksa for his life only to drop everything to apologize and talk to Guanyin LMAO

•MOKSA PICKS HIM UP BY THE COLLAR AKFKAKDJDJ

•ah, so Wujing didn’t reincarnate, he was changed, STABBED OVER 100 TIMES EVERY 7 DAYS AND FORCED TO COMMIT CANNABILSM SO HE DOESNT STARVE AS PUNISHMENT- THATS JUST LOVELY😭

•I like the interpretation that he could have been trying to signal a coup by breaking the crystal cup

•Guanyin hearing about Wujing’s string of skulls: it’s a surprise tool that will help us later

•BAJIE TIME

•this idiot bro “HOW DARE YOU TRY TO GET FLOWER PETALS IN MY EYES!!” “IDIOT THAT WAS GUANYIN” “…Guanyin is here??” “LOOK UP”

•Wuneng is reincarnated, he got beat to death in Heaven for hitting on Chang’e LMAOOOOO GET REKT

•ah yes, casually mentions killing his pig family and then his life of eating humans. Lovely.

•AO LIE TIME

•I committed a little accidental arson, please bail me out

•Damn, he got a really short intro

•interesting that Guanyin id’s the Peach Banquet as Wukongs fall from grace. I would def agree with this- eating the peaches like he did was extremely reckless and the beginning of the end imo

•”who tf is talking shit up there”

•No one has ever visited Wukong, I’m guessing the Guards were horrible company

•I like how both Guanyin and Sanzang try to give Wukong a religious name- Guanyin is very happy to hear he has the Wu- prefix as well lol

•arrived in Chang’an, let the hunt begin

Chpt 9:

•Chang’an bb, all blooming flowers surrounded by 8 rivers (DAMN, that’s a lot of water)

•Guangrui got first place in the examination, good for him UwU

•SURPRISE WIFE

•”gave the girl to Guangrui as his bride” UM I THINK SHES THE ONE WHO GRABBED HIM LMAO

•Guangrui has some fated beef with these two random boatmen, Liu Hong and Li Biao- states that he was destined in a previous incarnation to be enemies with them, is this a result of bad karma?

•NOOOOOO MY GUY GUANGRUI

•Liu Hong reminds me of Liu’er Mi-*gunshot*

•since they’re at the bottom of the Hong river, which Dragon King is this?

•Golden Carp coming in clutch, nice

•LADY YIN IS SO METAL LETS GO “she hated the bandit so bitterly that she wished she could devour his flesh and sleep on his skin” DO IT GURL, KILL HIM

•damn, too bad she’s pregnant with Sanzang….dw Girl I know you would kick his ass otherwise…

•there goes his toe…

•get named River Float idiot

•damn bro chill, that wasn’t very monk-like of you

•homie got called an orphan and cried JAKDJSJFJ I FEEL BAD

•she didn’t even check the toe I THOUGHT SHE DID- WHAT WAS THE POINT LMAO

•nvmnd

•I guess licking the eyes is better than spitting on them…sigh…

•GODDAMN THEY RIPPED LIU HONG AND LI BAIO APART….good for them, deserved in fact

•Lady Yin committing suicide even after she was reunited with her husband makes sense, as there was a trend where wives whose husbands died or they were assaulted, killed themselves. This was show loyalty to their husbands and add weight to their claim of SA- Lady Yin’s husband coming back does not change the fact that everyone knows she was forcefully married :((

(I use the term ‘trend’ only as a way to describe the rise and fall in wife suicides tied to either a husbands death or as a response to SA)

#FINALLY CAUGHT UP YIPPEE #I CAN… I CAN DRAW MKRE FOR THESE #<- I say this but I intentionally didn’t post last Sunday so I could make that animation for chapter 7 LMAO #…I have my priorities straight #tho the animation prevented me from doing anything for Sanzang’s chapter RIP #I would have done Lady Yin Justice I swear- she deserves soemthing nice #jttw #jttw book club #<- still not sure about that tag LMAO #Journey to the west #I’ll probably slap all my doodles in one post at some point…#Sun Wukong #tang sanzang #my art #jttw meme #tw: sui mention

146 notes · View notes

raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 months ago

Note

hi! How are you doing? This is the same anon who is going to bake a meat cake for Leona (i still can’t believe I’m going to put a candle in a meat cake), and I’m also going to buy him flowers, do you think he would like pink lilies? Roses crossed my mind but I feel he wouldn’t like them very much

[Referencing this post and this post!]

The meat makes a squelch sound as you stick the candle in… Yum yum, bone apple teeth 😋

Oh man 👨 you really are pulling out all the stops for him, huh…

Mmmm… Truthfully, I don’t think Leona would care for flowers much, regardless of the type. He strikes me as a pragmatic guy who doesn’t care for frivolity and excess (since he’s always commenting on how Vil and his older brother showboat too much). With him being a beastman and all, I’d imagine he’s sensitive to smell—which includes that given off by flowers.

When I think of Leona, I personally see hardier flowers rather than the conventional roses or lilies. Stuff that grows in arid climates or in the savanna itself, or flowers that more match his colors (golden yellow, earthy and jewel tones). Maybe just a vase of catnip or something to annoy him.

Another idea is to go with flowers from his Broomquet card. I believe those would be yellow gebara, cream eustoma, calendula, solidago, orchids, callistephus chinensis, and black rose buds, and galphimia gracilis. This post goes in depth about the meaning of these flowers and how they may pertain to Leona’s character.

You should be fine just getting whatever flowers you like though. It’s not like you have to worry about offending the allergies of a real cat. Just have fun with it!

#twisted wonderland #twst #Leona Kingscholar #Vil Schoenheit #Falena Kingscholar #Farena Kingscholar #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #question

40 notes · View notes

brittle-doughie · 7 months ago

Note

Hello again! Thank you for responding to my last ask, I honestly thought you wouldn’t and I’m pretty grateful for it! I thought of some more lore ideas for Blue Orchid Cookie and wanted to share what I came up with along with some artworks I drew while lore dumping.

Since I mentioned on the last ask that Blue Orchid cookie was the apprentice of White Lily cookie, I thought of how his relationship is with the other ancients. Blue Orchid has positive opinions about the ancients, especially with White Lily and Pure Vanilla cookie. He likes going on late night walks with Pure Vanilla whenever he visits the the Vanilla kingdom. Blue feels a bit intimated by Hollyberry and Dark Cacao cookie because of their respective personalities by warmed up to them after a few more visits. He finds Golden Cheese to be overwhelming because of her excessive gift giving of precious jewels and clothing whenever he visits her kingdom but finds her to be good company. Some fun facts about Blue Orchid is that he loves rock/metal music to the shock of many cookies. He finds the songs in that genre to be very exciting and stimulating which is perfect for listening to in the background in his free time. He often has trouble saying no to other cookies as he is a people pleaser or cookie pleaser in this case. He either has to get bailed out of the situation by another cookie he knows or the request from the other cookie was so absurd that Blue Orchid had to say no. Blue Orchid often worries about the day he fails to save a cookie in his care which makes him a bit of a perfectionist when preforming healing spells but he means well. He also has a slight crush on a special cookie who does music from the rock genre but I’ve yet to figure out who that is.

Also here’s a little Shadow Milk jump scare because he’s a silly little gremlin. This is what Blue Orchid looks like if he got corrupted by Shadow Milk cookie. Such mischievous fellas, surely wouldn’t cause a certain mentor and her friend to have their hearts crushed no sir. :)

Bruh, Pure Vanilla and White Lily Cookie would be CRYING-

Rock/metal music? Now that would be a definite surprise. Seeing this gentle looking cookie just blare screamer metal in their room is such a whiplash lol.

I’d say that Blue Orchid just try to take the Golden Cheese gift giving to stride, it’s just her way of letting him know that she cares for him a lot.

A crush on a music cookie that does rock? Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell with me…

#brittle answers

47 notes · View notes

the-mortuary-witch · 7 months ago

Text

DEITY MASTERLIST (PART ONE)

THIS IS A VERY LONG POST, AND EVERYTHING IS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER.

🌊 Ægir

God of: personification of the lcean, brewing, the sea.

Culture: Norse

Symbols: aegishjalmur and laguz rune

Plants: oak, polybody, and rose.

Animals: dolphins, whales and other sea creatures

Colours: blue, green, turquoise and other sea-like shades

Tarot: King of Cups

Offerings: singing sea shanties, seashells and pearls, cleaning up shores and the oceans, bread, sea glass, a bowl of salt water with food dropped into it, Anything related to the sea. Do not offer most beers as he does not like the modern chemical-filled ales, homebrew or local brew beer is better.

💕 Aengus Og

God of: youth, love, poetic inspiration, summer, and healing

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: Venus, copper, and golden harp

Plants: basil, cinnamon, rose, jasmine, sandalwood, strawberries, mistletoe, violet, birch, cherries, elder, and sycamore

Animals: swans, cats, doves, and sparrows

Colours: green, pink, and red

Tarot: The Lovers, Justice, and The World

Offerings: red roses, strawberries, cake, chocolate, honey, wine, cherries, music, and art.

🧚 Aine

Goddess of: summer, wealth, sovereignty, love, fertility, protection, wealth, agriculture, the sun and moon, and Queen of the faeries

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: silver and white Items, meadowsweet, the moon, and midsummer

Plants: angelica, blackberry, cowslip, elder, orchid, fennel, flax, garlic, mugwort, nettle, oak, hawthorn, mistletoe, alfalfa, ash, agrimony, birch, broom, holly, lavender, meadow-sweet, and gorse.

Animals: red mare, horse, rabbit, swan, cattle, and bees

Colours: red, gold, green, blue, and yan

Tarot: The Sun, Suit of Wands, and Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: milk, bread, home-grown produce, cream, fire and candles, sunflowers, yellow glowers, honey, summer fruits, oranges, and bee-related Items.

⛅ Amaterasu

Goddess of: the sun and the universe

Culture: Japanese

Symbols: mirror, jewel, sword, and bow and arrow

Plants: chrysanthemum, cryptomeria, carnation, chamomile, juniper, marigold, rosemary, and sunflower

Animals: dragon-fox, horse, rooster, and wolf

Colours: yellow, gold, red, and orange

Tarot: The Sun and The World

Offerings: rice crackers, cooked rice, origami figures, rice candy, brightly-coloured Japanese food, and silk and other fabrics.

💃 Ame-no-uzume

Goddess of: dawn, mirth, meditation, revelry, dance, fertility, and the arts

Culture: Japanese

Symbols: antique Items and fans

Plants: moss and sakaki

Animals: fox

Colours: pink, red, white, and yellow

Tarot: Three of Cups and Suit of Cups

Offerings: dancing, bells, silk ribbons, rice cakes, and dake.

⚰️ Anubis

God of: the dead, mummification, embalming, the afterlife, and tombs

Culture: Egyptian

Symbols: crook and flail, and mummy gauze

Plants: star anise, benzoin, cloves, cardamom, frankincense, myrrh, rosemary, cypress, and cedarwood

Animals: jackal

Colours: black, green, red, and gold

Tarot: Death

Offerings: cool water, strong liquor like rum, spicy foods, dark and bitter chocolate, strong incense, cypress oil, locks and keys, honour the dead and your ancestors, leave flowers on graves, support orphans and the homeless, and act as a guide for someone.

💘 Aphrodite

Goddess of: love, beauty, and fertility

Culture: Greek and Roman

Symbols: rose, pearl, mirror, girdle, anemone, lettuce, narcissus seashells, scallop shells, Venus, golden apples, the number 5, and mirrors

Plants: apple, linden tree, myrtle, pomegranate, myrrh, poppies, lettuce, rose, quince, ash, poplar, anemone, and artichokes

Animals: swans, dolphins, doves, sparrows, bees, and goats

Colours: red, pink, violet, silver, aqua, sea foam, and light blue

Tarot: The Empress, The Lovers, The Star, and The Suit of Cups

Offerings: roses, chocolate, apples, jewelry, beauty products, seashells, olive oil, honey, wine, cinnamon, art and music, mirrors, and rose quartz.

☀️ Apollo

God of: the Sun, prophecy, oracles, light, music, the arts, song, poetry, healing, medicine, plague, disease, protection of the youth, knowledge, and herds

Culture: Greek

Symbols: lyre, laurel wreath, silver bow and arrows, tripod, the Sun, and Sunday

Plants: laurel, larkspur, cypress, apple trees, palm trees, and hyacinthus

Animals: swan, raven, tortoise, serpent, wolf, dolphin, and mouse

Colours: gold, yellow, orange, silver, blue, and white

Tarot: The Sun, The Chariot, Strength, and Temperance

Offerings: red wine, olive oil, sun water, citrus fruits, honey, golden objects, feathers, lamb or goat meat, cheese, bread, sunflowers, laurel wreaths, and aloe vera.

🐕 Arawn

God of: Ruler of Annwn the Celtic Otherworld, leader of the wild hunt, death, the Underworld, and justice

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: the Hounds of Arawn, cauldron, and samhain

Plants: reeds, cedar, cypress, ivy, honeysuckle, and sage

Animals: hounds and pigs

Colours: red, black, white, brown, green, gold, and grey

Tarot: Suit of Pentacles and King of Pentacles

Offerings: game birds such as duck or turkey, bread, honey, milk, mead, and ale.

⚔️ Ares

God of: war, courage, and battle

Culture: Greek

Symbols: sword, shield, spear, helmet, and iron

Plants: thorns, peppers, chilli, and garlic

Animals: serpents, vultures, woodpeckers, horses, and dogs

Colours: red, purple, and black

Tarot: The Emperor, The Chariot, The Tower, Suit of Wands, and King of Wands

Offerings: dark wine, whiskey, spicy foods, coffee, water, olive oil, red meats, frankincense, weapons, and learn self defence.

🌌 Arianrhod

Goddess of: fertility, fate, reincarnation, beauty, and difficulties

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: silver wheel, full moon, weaving tools, the zodiac, and Corona Borealis

Plants: ivy, lavender, rosemary, cedar, and pine

Animals: spiders, owls, and wolves

Colours: silver, white, green, blue, and purple

Tarot: The Star, The Moon, and Wheel of Fortune

Offerings: silver coins, white candles, wheat, fruits, home-cooked meals, salads, wine, water, hot teas, smoothies, and study the constellations and the zodiac.

🏹 Artemis

Goddess of: the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, girls, chastity, archery, disease, and plague

Culture: Greek

Symbols: bow and arrow, quiver, hunting spears, animal pelts, lyre, torches, and the moon

Plants: cypress, walnut, amaranth, almond, daisy, willow, wormwood, fir, pine, thistle, honeysuckle, bay laurel, artemisia, fig, and oak

Animals: stag, deer, dog, bear, boar, quail, guineafowls, bee, and all wild animals

Colours: white, silver, gold, yellow, green, and blue

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Hanged Man, Temperance, The Moon, Queen of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, and Page of Wands

Offerings: red wine, olive oil, honey, water, almonds, walnuts, honeycakes, fruit, artemisia plants, arrows, dance, cypress, pine cones and branches, cider, game meat, protect nature and wildlife, always help animals and women in need, go hiking, research native plants and animals, and follow the moon phases and work with them.

❤️‍🔥 Astarte

Goddess of: love, sexuality, war, hunting, and power

Culture: Canaanite

Symbols: chariot and Venus

Plants: lilies and coriander

Animals: lion, horse, dove, and sphinx

Colours: red and white

Tarot: The Empress and The Chariot

Offerings: lilies, roses, sweet cakes, honey, henna tattoos, and clothing stained with menstrual blood.

⚖️ Athena

Goddess of: wisdom, handicraft, and strategic warfare

Culture: Greek

Symbols: aegis, Gorgon’s Head, spear, and helmet

Plants: olive tree, ivy, cypress, and cornel tree

Animals: owl, snake, rooster, crow, and spider

Colours: blue, grey, white, yellow, and silver

Tarot: Justice, The High Priestess, and The Emperor

Offerings: olive oil, honey, wine, bread, olives, pears, olive tree leaves or branches, your handicrafts, owl feathers, snake skins, and weapons.

🐐 Baphomet

God/Goddess of: sexuality, demonic forces, wisdom, nature, balance, darkness, and pride

Culture: Demonic

Symbols: pentagram, head of a goat, human body with an animal head, pentacle, sword, key, male and female, and the words "as above so below"

Plants: rosemary, lilacs, irises, lavender, aconitum napellus, black walnut, and cacao

Animals: black goats, snakes, wolves, ravens, dogs, oxen, and black cats

Colours: black, white, yellow, red, green, purple, gold, and dark blue

Tarot: The Chariot, The Hermit, The Empress, and The Devil

Offerings: our time, meditation, communication, carving their symbol or name into a candle, any kind of art of them, being respectful, learning about them, candles, liquor, ropes, incense: dragons blood, black musk, frankincense, etc, animal skulls, bones, horns, etc, and dark or red flowers.

🛖 Baba Yaga

Goddess of: death and rebirth, fertility, and nature

Culture: Slavic

Symbols: knife, oven, mortar and pestle, and the Sun

Plants: poppy, black sunflower, medicinal herbs, and rye

Animals: horse, hedgehog, snake, dragon, and cat

Colours: red, black, and white

Tarot: The Devil

Offerings: lavish home-cooked meals with russian delicacies and a beautifully-set table, caravan tea, and vodka.

💡 Baldr

God of: light, joy, purity, and summer

Culture: Norse

Symbols: the Sun and Sunday

Plants: mistletoe, chamomile, daisies, white flowers, ash, marigold, and St John’s wort

Animals: songbirds

Colours: yellow, gold, and white

Tarot: The Sun, The Fool, Death, and The World

Offerings: kindness to others, chamomile tea, apple juice, mead, and lit candles.

🌺 Bast

Goddess of: home, domesticity, women’s secrets, cats, fertility, childbirth, marriage, music, magic, sex, prosperity, joy, dance, healing, and pleasure

Culture: Egyptian

Symbols: basket, Ankh, the Sun and Moon, and perfume jar

Plants: catnip, vervain, cinnamon, and cannabis

Animals: cat and lion

Colours: green and gold

Tarot: The Chariot, Strength, and The Sun

Offerings: perfume, salves and body scrubs, milk, meat, honey, gold items, chocolate, pastries, onions and garlic, bread, beer, tea, and taking care of cats.

🐉 Benzaiten / Benten

Goddess of: water, literature, music, wealth, femininity, fertility, dance, and love

Culture: Japanese

Symbols: Biwa, dragon, pearl, conch shell, iron, and gold

Plants: lotus, water lilies, and yellow flowers

Animals: snakes, dragons, and white snakes are her messengers

Colours: blue, silver, white, and yellow

Tarot: The Empress and The Suit of Cups

Offerings: money, water, rice, sake, gemstones, music and other creative arts, raw eggs, yellow flowers, blessed water, bath rituals, and seashells.

🧶 Berchta

Goddess of: psychopomp, spinning and weaving, abundance, and protector of women and children

Culture: Germanic

Symbols: keys, distaff, Yule, and falx

Plants: mayflowers, holly, evergreens, birch, and wild berries

Animals: goose, swan, goat, cricket, owl, and fox

Colours: blue, white, red, and gold

Tarot: Death

Offerings: herring, dumplings, alcoholic beverages like schnapps.

📓 Bragi

God of: poetry and eloquence

Culture: Norse

Symbols: harp and book

Plants: beech, fern, and lily of the valley

Animals: chickadee

Colours: orange and gold

Tarot: The Magician and The Hermit

Offerings: mead, poetry, and beautiful writing.

🍀 Brigid

Goddess of: spring, fertility, family, the hearth, childbirth, fire, blacksmiths,

scholars, physicians, prophets, healing, poetry, occult knowledge, and justice

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: Brigid’s Cross, candles, triquetra, faeries, four leaf clovers, cauldron, chalice, corn dolly, anvil, hammer, poetry, forges, hearths, and wells and rock formations

Plants: cinnamon, chamomile, blackberry, hawthorn, basil, mugwort, apple, heather, dandelion, snowdrop, willow, oak, shamrock, crocus, trillium, corn, lavender, and sage

Animals: snakes, sheep, cows, bees, owls, and hibernating animals

Colours: green, red, white, gold, and blue

Tarot: The Hierophant, The Lovers, Strength, The Hermit, The Sun, and Suit of Wands

Offerings: blackberries, milk, bread, herbal teas, heather, Brigid’s Cross, beer, apple cider, honey, baked goods, corn dollies, sheep’s wool products, jewelry or metal items, eggs, and cakes left on the windowsill at Imbolc.

❄️ Cailleach

Goddess of: winter, wind, the cold, creation, and transformation

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: hammers, hills, mountains, skulls, snow, wands, and waning moons

Plants: clove, lavender, apple, hazelnut, turnip, mugwort, pansy, patchouli, poppy, rose, rue, tansy, St John's wort, Witch hazel, woodruff, yarrow, elder trees, elm, pine, yew, gorse, holly, and snapdragon

Animals: bat, cattle, deer, fish, goat, mouse, owl, raven, reindeer, sheep, spider, pig, and wolf

Colours: black, blue, brown, grey, silver, white, and yellow

Tarot: Death, The Moon, and The Hermit

Offerings: pebbles, hag stones, shells, feathers, and boiled sweets.

🌲 Cernunnos

God of: forests, wild animals, finances, the Underworld, death, hunting, balance, grounding and healing, transitioning into the afterlife, and fertility

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: horns, a torc, gold coins, and serpents

Plants: ash, bayberry, chamomile, cedar, cinnamon, heliotrope, holly, ivy, lavender, juniper, myrrh, nettle, oak, patchouli, pine, sandalwood, sunflower, vine, and yarrow

Animals: stags, elk, goats, deer, bulls, horses, ram horned snakes, snakes, boars, owls, hawks, and ravens

Colours: yellow, gold, forest greens, silver, and black

Tarot: The Lovers, The World, and King of Pentacles

Offerings: dancing, venison, cooked meats (ethically sourced), roses, sunflowers, lavender, wildflowers, juniper bark and berries, oak wood carvings, green or gold candles, cinnamon, cloves, pine scents, pelts (ethically sourced), feathers, bones, forest moss, antlers, horns, pine cones, gold coins, daggers, poetry art, and Celtic music.

🌑 Cerridwen

Goddess of: the Moon, luck, poetry, change, rebirth, transformation, the Underworld, death, fertility, inspiration, magic, and knowledge

Culture: Welsh

Symbols: cauldron, dark Moon, lunar cycles, and caves

Plants: corn, grain, vervain, acorns, apple, oak, and hazel

Animals: white pig, greyhound, crow, hen, hare, otter, and hawk

Colours: silver, purple, black, grey, and green

Tarot: The Moon, Death, The Magician, and Suit of Cups

Offerings: pork, bread, milk, water, wheat, white and green candles, barley, rice, peanuts, poppy or sunflower seeds, vervain, and grain-based products.

✨ Circe

Goddess of: sorcery

Culture: Greek

Symbols: cup, loon, wand, and masks

Plants: hallucinogenic herbs and fungi, wheat, moly, and magical herbs

Animals: pig, lion, wolf, hawk, and beasts in general

Colours: gold, purple, silver, and red

Tarot: Queen of Cups and The Magician

Offerings: barley, wine, honey, meat, bread, weaving, and divination.

Danu

Goddess of: Earth-mother, fertility, wisdom, wind, and water

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: crowns, keys, wells, cauldron full of water, rivers, Celtic Tree of Life, and mother aspect of the triple Goddess

Plants: oak and water lily

Animals: fish, horses, seagulls, salmon, and snakes

Colours: blue, white, silver, and green

Tarot: The Empress and Strength

Offerings: wine, mead, ale, freshwater, and watering plants.

🔥 Dazbog

God of: the Sun, fortune, wealth, light, fertility, fire, destiny, and justice

Culture: Slavic

Symbols: kolovrat

Plants: sunflowers, marigold, calendula, chamomile, angelica, and St John’s wort

Animals: wolf, horse, goose, duck, and swan

Colours: white, gold, and red

Tarot: The Sun, Suit of Wands, and King of Wands

Offerings: bread, salt, eggs, pancakes, and bonfire.

🌾 Demeter

Goddess of: agriculture, harvest, fertility, and motherhood

Culture: Greek

Symbols: wheat, torches, and cornucopia

Plants: wheat, barley, mint, and poppy

Animals: snake, pig, gecko, dove, crane, screech owl, and grasshopper

Colours: gold, green, and brown

Tarot: The High Priestess and The World

Offerings: olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, grains, bread, freshly harvested goods, and water.

🍷 Dionysus

God of: wine, drunkenness, parties, wilderness, vegetation, fertility, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, theatre, and LGBT+ Community

Culture: Greek

Symbols: thyrsos, ivy crown, and Grapevine

Plants: grape, ivy, cinnamon, silver fir, bindweed, and figs

Animals leopard, goat, donkey, lion, snake, bull, and panther

Colours: red, purple, green, burgundy, and gold

Tarot: The Hanged Man, The Hierophant, The Devil, The Fool, and The Lovers

Offerings: wine, olive oil, fruit, water, honey, meats, wheat, barley, pinecone, ivy leaves, goblets, masks, and alcoholic beverages.

⚕️ Eir

Goddess of: healing and medicine

Culture: Norse

Symbols: copper, mortar and pestle, and sauna

Plants: medicinal herbs

Colours: red

Tarot: The Hanged Man

Offerings: healing spells, learning first aid, medicinal herbs, and first aid items.

🎣 Enki

God of: freshwater, wisdom, knowledge, magic, crafts, healing, fertility, creation, and the arts

Culture: Mesopotamian

Symbols: goatfish

Plants: thyme, chamomile, reeds, and cattails

Animals: goat, fish, chimera, robin, and cow

Colours: gold, blue, white, and silver

Tarot: The Hanged Man, The Hierophant, The Devil, The Fool, and The Lovers

Offerings: beer, eggs, fruit, vegetarian foods, myrrh, thyme, chamomile, wildflowers, fish, water, wine, silver or copper jewelry, and feathers.

💐 Eostre

Goddess of: spring and dawn

Culture: Germanic

Symbols: painted eggs

Plants: crocus, daffodil, primrose, and violet

Animals: rabbit, serpent, and dragon

Colours: green, yellow, and purple

Tarot: Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: decorating eggs, flowers, hot cross buns, pastries, and mead.

💀 Ereshkigal

Goddess of: death and the Underworld

Culture: Mesopotamian

Symbols: wood, rivers, boats, and lapis lazuli

Plants: pomegranate, grains, reeds, hemp, cedar, cypress, lotus, and monkshood

Animals: lion, owl, serpent, scorpion, owl, and sheep

Colours: silver, gold, red, and purple

Tarot: Death and The High Priestess

Offerings: fasting, bread, water, pomegranate juice, blackberries, blueberries, lamb or goat meat, lobster and mussels, nutmeg, garlic, poppy seeds, animal bones, gold or silver jewelry, black crystals, and Ornate scepters with wood and animal bones.

🧵 Frau Holda

Goddess of: fibre Arts, winter, protector of children and women, leader of the wild hunt, and Witchcraft

Culture: Germanic

Symbols: the Winter Solstice, pools, and Wells

Plants: holly, elder, juniper, mugwort, flax, and sorcerer’s violet

Animals: wolf and rabbit

Colours: blue and white

Tarot: The Empress, The High Priestess, and Death

Offerings: juniper berries, wine, cider, mead, cakes, music, dancing, and knot magick.

🐈 Freya / Freyja

Goddess of: love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, battle, gold, and sorcery

Culture: Norse

Symbols: her chariot pulled by cats, Brisíngamen necklace, the boar Hildisvíni, and cloak of Feathers

Plants: daisy, linden, snowdrops, lily of the valley, cowslip, columbine, pimpernel, and strawberries

Animals: horse, cat, falcon, hawk, rabbit, ladybug, oxen, swallow, and boar

Colours: gold, yellow, white, green, red, pink, and light blue

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Empress, The Lovers, The Chariot, Death, and Suit of Swords

Offerings: ale, apples, barley, honey, mead, pork, lavish jewelry and perfume, feeding stray cats, chocolate, amber, roses, cinnamon, and sweet liquors.

🐗 Freyr

God of: Peace, Fertility, Rain, Sunshine, Prosperity and Agriculture

Culture: Norse

Symbols: boar, the Sun, magical swords, phallus, and Friday

Plants: ash, lavender, catnip, nuts and cones, yew, holly, and ivy

Animals: boar, bee, and stag

Colours: gold, green, red, blue, pink, orange, and yellow

Tarot: The Lovers, The Sun, Suit of Pentacles, and King of Pentacles

Offerings: honey, grains and breads, gold, and antlers.

👰 Frigg

Goddess of: motherhood, marriage, prophecy, and fertility

Culture: Norse

Symbols: spinning wheel, silver, clouds, and mist

Plants: mistletoe, birch, fir, hawthorn, and Frigg’s grass

Animals: falcon, sheep, raven, and hawk

Colours: blue, silver, and white

Tarot: The Empress and The Lovers

Offerings: milk, mead, pastries, light fruity wine, hand-spun fibres, feathers, and soups and stews.

🪦 Hades

God of: the Underworld and wealth

Culture: Greek

Symbols: keys, chariot, helmet, Cerberus, serpent, dogs, and pomegranate

Plants: mint, white poplar, cypress, asphodel, narcissus, and pomegranate

Animals: snake, dog, sheep, cattle, screech owl, horse, black ram, bull, vulture, black cat, crow, and raven

Colours: dark blue, black, purple, dark green, bronze, gold, silver, and grey

Tarot: The Hermit, Death, Judgment, and Suit of Swords

Offerings: dark wine, whiskey, coffee, black tea, peppermint tea, dark chocolate, meat, sharp cheeses, bread, pomegranates, apples, bones, coins, keys, and crowns.

🪘 Hathor

Goddess of: the sky, women, fertility, love, the Sun, music, dance, joy, motherhood, fate, foreign lands and goods, and the afterlife

Culture: Egyptian

Symbols: sun disk, mirrors, drums and sistrums, and the number 4

Plants: sycamore, myrrh tree, dates, papyrus, and henna

Animals: cow, lioness, cobra, goose, gazelle, and cat

Colours: red

Tarot: The Empress, The Lovers, Wheel of Fortune, and Suit of Cups

Offerings: figs, dates, bread, cheese, butter, wine, beer, fresh water, perfumes, and makeup

👻 Hecate / Hekate

Goddess of: Witchcraft, necromancy, ghosts, the night, boundaries, and crossroads

Culture: Greek

Symbols: paired torches, keys, crossroads, dark/triple moon, wheel, daggers, rope, dogs, serpents, knives, and Strophalos

Plants: asphodel, garlic, yew, cypress, and poisonous plants

Animals: dog, mare, serpent, cat, bats, and polecat

Colours: black, grey, silver, gold, violet, green, red, and white

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Hermit, The Moon, and Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, eggs, garlic, almonds, various herbs, bones, wands, keys, a cauldron, crow feathers, pomegranates, dark chocolate, and blood.

📯 Heimdallr

God of: watchmen of the Gods

Culture: Norse

Symbols: horn and rainbow

Plants: birch, oak, rose, verbena, and avens

Animals: rooster, horse, and ram

Colours: white and rainbow

Tarot: The Hermit

Offerings: mead, fine beer, freshwater, lamb meat, pork, and coffee.

💀 Hel

Goddess of: death and the afterlife

Culture: Norse

Symbols: skulls and bones

Plants: beech, alder, elm, ivy, juniper, willow, and yew

Animals: wolf

Colours: black and white

Tarot: Death, The Tower, and Suit of Swords

Offerings: tea, wine, apples, meat, bread, soup, dried flowers, and blood.

🌋 Hephaestus

God of: metal smithing, fire, volcanoes, craftsmanship, and technology

Culture: Greek

Symbols: hammer, tongs, and anvil

Plants: fennel

Animals: donkey, crane, and dog

Colours: gold, yellow, orange, silver, grey, and red

Tarot: Judgment and Suit of Wands

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, bread, meat, spicy things, hot beverages, and handmade metal items.

👑 Hera

Goddess of: marriage, fertility, childbirth, Kings and Empires, women, family, the sky, and the stars

Culture: Greek

Symbols: lotus-staff, throne, and diadem

Plants: pomegranate, lotus, willow, and apple

Animals: hawk, peacock, lion, cow, cuckoo, and crane

Colours: gold, silver, white, purple, blue, and green

Tarot: The Empress, The World, Suit of Cups, and Queen of Cups

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, grains and bread, chocolate, pomegranates, apples, white flowers, crowns, animal shells, perfume, and silver or gold jewelry.

💸 Hermes

God of: messenger of the Gods, heraldry, omens, animal husbandry, poetry and fables, trade, travel, boundaries, thieves, wit, language, education, psychopomp,

Culture: Greek

Symbols: caduceus, shepherds pipes, travellers hat, lyre, rooster, talaria, winged helmet, tortoise, and satchel or pouch Talaria, and petasos

Plants: palm tree, crocus flower, Greek strawberry trees, hydrangeas, chrysanthemum, and almond tree

Animals: hummingbirds, tortoise, hare, cattle, hawk, ram, snake, and rooster

Colours: gold, red, silver, yellow, orange, grey, and green

Tarot: Judgment, The Magician, The Fool. The Hierophant, The Hermit, The Star, and Suit of Swords

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, strawberries, foreign foods and items, honey, citrus fruits (pineapple, lemon, etc), chocolate, wheat, almonds, cinnamon, coins, dice, beer, meat, chamomile tea, bread, and milk mixed with honey.

🏠 Hestia

Goddess of: the home, the hearth, family, domesticity, and The Civic or The Sacrificial Flame

Culture: Greek

Symbols: hearth, kettle, and head veils

Plants: poppy, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow

Animals: pig, cow, donkey, and crane

Colours: gold, white, orange, red, and lavender

Tarot: Strength, The Hermit, and Queen of Wands

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, pork, bread, cooking herbs, tea, and candles.

🦅 Horus

God of: kingship, the sky, war, protection, and healing

Culture: Egyptian

Symbols: crown, Eye of Horus, Ankh, the Sun, and the Moon

Plants: acacia, lettuce, iris, lotus, and olive

Animals: falcon, hawk, bull, peacock, and lion

Colours: green

Tarot: The Emperor, The Hierophant, The Chariot, The Sun, Judgment, and King of Swords

Offerings: raw meat left out for hawks and falcons, bread, weaponry, water, milk, ale, wine, coffee, fruits and vegetables, figs, dates, and chocolate with nuts.

😴 Hypnos

God of: sleep, dreams, and illusions

Culture: Greek

Symbols: inverted torch

Plants: poppy and cottonwood tree

Animals: nighthawk and songbirds

Colours: black, silver, white, blue, red, and purple

Tarot: The Hierophant

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, honey, milk, fruit, poppy seeds (and foods including them), herbal teas, sleep inducing and calming herbs, feathers, sleeping mask, and poppy flowers.

🍎 Idunn

Goddess of: spring, rejuvenation, immortality, youth, and beauty

Culture: Norse

Symbols: golden apples and ashwood box

Plants: apple blossom, birch, fir, hawthorn, mugwort, rose, and willow

Animals: songbirds

Colours: green, silver, red, and yellow

Tarot: Page of Wands, Queen of Cups, and Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: gardening, apples, homegrown fruits and vegetables (without pesticides), apple pie, and cider

💖 Inanna

Goddess of: romantic love, harmony, sex, beauty, passion, desire, fertility, victory, war, justice, and political power

Culture: Mesopotamian

Symbols: eight-pointed star, hook-shaped Knot of Reeds and Venus

Plants: lilies, narcissus, reeds, myrtle, and all sprouts

Animals: lion and dove

Colours: green, black, red, silver, and white

Tarot: The Lovers, The Hierophant, Justice, The Hanged Man and The Star

Offerings: Wine, Champagne, Lemonade, Honey, Chocolate and Pastries, Cherries, Pomegranates, Strawberries, Elegant Jewelry, Peaches, Swords and Daggers, Artwork and Poetry

🦊 Inari

God of: rice, foxes, fertility, tea, sake, crafts, agriculture, industry, and prosperity

Culture: Japanese

Symbols: keys, wish-granting jewel, and rice

Plants: cryptomeria, cedar, pine, wheat, and rice

Animals: fox

Colours: red and white

Tarot: Suit of Pentacles

Offerings: inarizushi, rice, rice cakes, rice served with red beans, sake, incense, acts on behalf of foxes, handmade crafts, and tea.

☄️ Isis

Goddess of: magic, life, compassion, fertility, motherhood, childbirth, rebirth, devotion, royalty, knowledge, protection, abundance, healing, and the elements.

Culture: Egyptian.

Symbols: moon disk, cow horns, wings, solar disk, Ankh, and gold.

Plants: sycamore, cedar, corn, flax, wheat, barley, grapes, lotus, vervain, myrrh tree, and papyrus.

Animals: hawk, crocodile, scorpion, crab, cobra, goose, swallow, dove, vulture, and snakes in general.

Colours: yellow, silver, gold, black, red, cobalt blue, and green.

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Empress, The Lovers, Strength, The Hermit, Wheel of Fortune, Temperance, The Star, The Moon, The World, and Suit of Cups.

Offerings: milk, flowers, honey, wine, lemonade, tropical fruits (juice or whole), herbal tea, seafood, herbs (anise and nutmeg), roses, Egyptian jewelry, incense, and white candles.

🌿 Jarilo / Yarilo

God of: vegetation, fertility, spring, rebirth, sexuality, peace, and war

Culture: Slavic

Symbols: vegetation

Plants: wheat, ferns, and spring flowers

Animals: horse and white wolf

Colours: white, yellow, gold, and green

Tarot: The Sun, Strength, and Suit of Pentacles

Offerings: bread, wheat, spring flowers, and edible seeds

🌍 Jörð

Goddess of: personification of the Earth

Culture: Norse

Symbols: mountains, grandmothers, and girdle

Plants: local native plants and healing herbs

Animals: bee

Colours: green

Tarot: The World and Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: picking up litter and trash and taking care of the Earth and nature.

#fyp #fypシ #fypシ゚viral #fypage #fyppage #tumblr fyp #satanism #satanist #deity #deity work #deity worship #occult #information #long post #gods #goddesses

26 notes · View notes

ofgravcyards · 2 months ago

Text

❝ try not to trip . we don’t have time for a concussion today . ❞

𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : alice cullen » vampire » go minsi .

❛❛ aesthetic. ❜❜ ⸻ ◜ ❏ . ⸻ the forgotten memories of a broken girl , the calming sound of rain against pavement , soft voice dripping off of her tongue like honey , she can kill just as easily as she can kiss you . ⸻ triggers : death , abuse , murder .

🇦🇵🇵🇱🇮🇨🇦🇹🇮🇴🇳 »

* ⠀ ✞ ⠀&. go min-si : cis woman : she/her : overnight x le monde by richard carter ft. qveen herby — It seems alice cullen has been lured to Volterra . the 24 / 110+ -year-old vampire has been in the city for a month . Whispers in volterra says they’re part of the olympic coven .

🇧🇦🇸🇮🇨🇸 »

full name : min-ah-alice byeon / alice cullen .

age : 21 / 120+ .

date of birth : march 21st .

occupation : unemployed .

species : vampire .

language(s) spoken : universal .

hair color : brunette .

eye color : golden .

notable scars : the bite she has when turned .

🇮🇳🇹🇪🇷🇮🇴🇷»

positive : clever , resourceful .

negative : pushy , occasionally manipulative .

moral alignment : chaotic neutral .

hogwarts house : slytherin .

deadly sin : pride .

abilities : subjective precognition | the user can foresee possible futures and observe what may happen based on the decisions they would make .

🇫🇦🇻🇴🇷🇮🇹🇪🇸 »

book : shakespeare’s works .

movie : thrillers .

food : mountain lion blood .

flower : orchids .

season : spring .

🇫🇦🇲🇮🇱🇾 »

father : mr. brandon ( deceased ) .

mother : mrs. brandon ( deceased ) .

sister : cynthia brandon ( deceased ) .

mate / husband : jasper hale .

🇧🇮🇴 »

we all know Alice’s story which we can find HERE but points about her !!

— alice was born into a middle-class home in Biloxi, Mississippi, in 1901. Her father was a jeweler and a pearl trader. Alice’s mother tended to their home because her father traveled often. Her mother loved her so and she loved her mother very much.

— alice was prone to having premonitions of the future since she was a child, though they weren’t always correct. Though she rarely spoke of her power because her mother told her not to because people in town talked a lot especially during her adolescent years. On two occasions, she tried to warn a friend and a cousin with her unfortunate predictions, but they refused to listen and when the predictions came true, she was blamed for cursing them, earning her the epithets of “witch” and “changeling” from the townsfolk.

— alice had a horrifying vision of her mother being murdered by a stranger. Trying to run after the carriage her mother left in, Alice saw it happen and tried to explained that it was murder, it was declared accidental and her father silenced her.

— within six months, her father remarried a blonde Yankee from Illinois whose father was a promising customer. Alice’s stepmother treated her coldly while making a pet of her sister. Alice suspected that the marriage and her mother’s murder were all planned and carried out by her stepmother. Her father raged at her for suggesting ill of his new wife.

— then, Alice had a vision of her father and her mother’s killer planning to kill her, revealing the true face of her father. Alice rushed to the town’s marshal, but her father was already one step ahead of her. He told the townsfolk that his daughter had gone mad, and had her trapped in a mental asylum two counties away.

— while in the asylum, her head was shaved during the threat of typhoid outbreak. She also endured electroshock therapy which rendered her with total amnesia, but it also restored her naturally cheerful and humorous self.

— a vampire who worked at the asylum befriended Alice and treated her like a daughter. He also frequently visited her with objects hidden in his hands to test her powers, and shielded her from other horrifying treatments as best as he was able.

— one day, Alice had a vision of a powerful tracker named James coming after her, which occurred the moment he caught her faint scent. She informed the vampire of this, and he planned to escape with her, but Alice still saw James catching up to her, and every option he offered her ended the same way.

— when he decided to change her, Alice saw that this would be very close, and they might not have enough time. The vampire immediately bit her, took her away and went to distract James, sacrificing himself in the process.

— when she woke up, the pain of the venom ( along with the fact that she had shocking treatments ) erased all of her memories . But her premonitions were also intensified .

— later, she was led to Jasper, after receiving a vision of him, and the pair subsequently joined the peaceful coven of the Cullen family . the rest is history most of you know . alice has been stuck in volterra per the volturi's invitation , making sure bella is safe but she also has her own agenda .

#sanguis.intro

3 notes · View notes

archive-of-artprompts · 1 year ago

Text

🐝Send in a number + Character and I'll draw them in an outfit or as a creature based on that insect🦋

Allotopus Beetle

Apollo Butterfly

Assassin Bug

Atlas Moth

Bald-Faced Hornet

Banded Darter

Banded Demoiselle

Beautiful Demoiselle

Bhutan Glory Swallowtail

Black Swallowtail Butterfly

Bullet Ant

Bumblebee

Butterfly Dragonfly

Cabbage Butterfly

Cattlehearts Swallowtail

Common Batwing

Common Bluebottle Butterfly

Common Brimstone

Common Rose Swallowtail

Conehead Mantis

Cream-Spot Tiger Moth

Creobroter

Cuckoo Wasp

Death's-Head Hawkmoth

Devil's Flower Mantis

Differential Grasshopper

Drain Fly

Eastern Tiger Swallowtail

Eighteen-Spotted Ladybird

Elephant Hawkmoth

Elephant Mosquito

Emerald Bee

Emperor Dragonfly

European Hornet

European Mantis

Eyed Ladybug

Fire Ant

Five-Spotted Hawkmoth

Fork-Horned Stag Beetle

Fourteen-Spotted Ladybird

Ghost Mantis

Giant Leopard Moth

Giant Long-Legged Katydid

Giant Malaysian Leaf Insect

Glasswing Butterfly

Goliath Beetle

Golden-Ringed Dragonfly

Great Black Wasp

Green Grasshopper

Green June Beetle

Green Snaketail

Green Stag Beetle

Halyzia Sedecimguttata (aka orange ladybird)

Hercules Beetle

Honey Bee

Housefly

Hummingbird Clearwing

Hummingbird Hawkmoth

Impatiens Hawkmoth

Jerusalem Cricket

Jewel Beetle

Lime Hawkmoth

Long-Legged Fly

Luna Moth

Monarch Butterfly

Mosaic Darner

Mud Dauber

Oleander Hawkmoth

Orchid Mantis

Painted Lady Butterfly

Paper Wasp

Peacock Butterfly

Pharaoh Ant

Picasso Bug

Pipevine Swallowtail

Poplar Hawkmoth

Queen Alexandra's Birdwing

Question Mark Butterfly

Red Admiral

Rosy Maple Moth

Ruddy Darter

Scorpion Fly

Silverfish

Small Tortoiseshell

Snakefly

Southern Hawker

Southern Flannel Moth

Spicebush Swallowtail

Spiny Leaf Insect

Sunset Moth

Tailed Jay Butterfly

Tarantula Hawk

Thorn Bug

Tiger Mosquito

Twentytwo-Spot Ladybird

Ulysses Butterfly

White-Lined Sphinx

White Witch Moth

Yellow Jacket

Zebra Swallowtail

#drawing prompt #art prompt #oc prompt #creature prompt #monster prompt #clothing prompt #bug #art challenge #insect

12 notes · View notes

pandoramusicbox · 2 years ago

Text

Drowcember part 3

ok so these are

ok so here's prompt & , flora, fauna, and fungi. so here's me testing out some of the ideas for plants and fungi along with drawings of the three animals that represent the three different cities. here's what some of the

Prompt , flora and fauna- lots of flora and fauna can be found in the caves of the underground, all of the plants and mushrooms I showed here are edible and often used and eaten in the in the cities of the underworld. - Sivin Bloom; grows near the surface, it blooms white to golden and then will grow a sweet golden berry - Rensustall antenna mushroom - Broad leaf mushroom - stick twal - Underworld orchid - inkling lantern mushroom - ink drop glowshroom -stoopospors -lusmoss -Pomber -dinsm berries -drip leaves - top duster Fauna wise I drew the three animals that are the symbols of the different cites: the symbol of orai’ral, the dual Millapede symbol of Elgar, the cavern bats symbol of black chowl, the black cowled spider.

Prompt 7, lgbtq+ here we have a bit of a messy picture it shows two lgbtq cuples. the first (on the left) is a historical couple, one of the two brothers that established the dark fauth as what they are today, Calvive and his husband who is actually the founder of the black scorpion den, and is a Robin Hood like legendary figure in his own right. they are both legendary figures on their own, but their love story is a tale involving pirates, kidnapping, a darling rescue from a tower and a bunch of shenanigans. the other less exiting love story is That of lillygaurd the mayor of cavern bat city and her laquiam girlfriend. they just are a lovely and quiet couple with no intense story around them, but that's the way these two lesbians like it. - other things also in that photograph are a drawing of the lush caves.. still thinking about copying a bit of Minecraft's homework... and part of a sideways map of the continent of O’sten. the part of the map that has no labels on it what so ever is the one where most of these cave systems that make up the under world is located.

Prompt , some one else’s drow, so originally I was not intending on doing this prompt, mostly because the dark fauth are only baised on drow and are not drow in and of themselves in the dnd sense of the word, most of them are not even elves. But at some point or another that changed because I made some loose scetches of what other cities are like from some of the other designs floating around on the drowcember tag. So pictures 3&4 from left to right, here’s credit to who gave the inspiration for the design:

1. Dragon fish city, inspired by the elegant and flowing artwork of @j--mno-art. The moon crescent coat on thier oc xaston is so fun. As for the what I decided on for the people of the dragon fish city

- weird genetics as they accept anyone that needs a place.

- fashion tastes are the closest aligned with that of the taste of the surface world of that region.

- often wear familial tattoos or make up.

- lots and lots of pirates

- worship of the moons are commonplace

-live in a grotto by the sea so have easy access to the ocean and surface

2. The blood spot millipede, inspired by the rigged and delicate design of @linaswalaf their art is so technically excellent and the red and grey color schemes prevent in a lot of the drowcember art was so pleasant. I just adored the overall aesthetic that thier drow art had. As for the bloodspot millipedes, the city is called Teri

- fuzzy ears are common as there is a good deal of troll blood in their ancestry.

- are cavern dwellers and do not venture near the surface unless nessesary

- known to be excellent scholars and jewelers as they mine a lot of precious materials

- despite not going up to the surface often they have extensive trade with the surface world.

- well infamous as relentless and absolutely brutal warriors

- weavers of kelper cloth.

3. The black scorpions, inspired by the drow of @eaglewind13 the colorful drawings of hers was a delight to see. But this design was most heavily inspired from the family day prompt, so the information

- simple genetics, an interesting thing about the city of the black scorpion is that most of its citizens are not permanent residents. Instead a lot of the people of the city will travel around the surface world and then hide out in the city come winter or due to other circumstances

- grey extremities, because of the rather migratory nature of a lot of the cities citizens the magic radiation that has changed the appearance of the people of the other cities has not been able to as effective in the people of black scorpion, though people who’s family has been in and out of the city for generations tend to have grey fingers, toes, hands, legs, or freckles and thier hair tends to be pale or purple in color.

- they interact a lot with the surface world and the underworld

- den of thieves, the city is full of thieves and robbers who use it as their hide out from the law of the surface, the “other circumstances” mentioned earlier. The city can be a bit chaotic.

-they make some strong booze.

- large cape like coats are common so that no one is aware of what you are carrying. Along with spikes on shoes to help access and climb walls of the cave. Also honor among thieves and all that, there’s unofficial rules a person needs to follow in order to get to stay in the city as a hide out.

4. The violet visage spider, this one is inspired most hevely on the normal dnd idea of the drow. All the good all the bad. It’s that one city that the other cities tell you to avoid if you are traveling the underworld. (The inspiration for the design in this one is the same as the ghost spider so I’ll get to that later)

- eugenics, awful, but let’s go with it. So for this city they are very particular on what kind of people are welcome to live here, and much more selective on who can have a family. Raquesasha, vickor, the few eyes of the region, the allets, troll blooded and so on and so forth are not allowed, and if they are they live in very specific areas of the city and surrounding villages (they got dibs on the largest cave in the know underworld)

-dark/grey skin. They have a few very set looks.

-spider worship, so I’m thinking that backstory wise the reason that these people are down here is because they were a really big cult that had some views that didn’t mesh well with the popular religion and opinion of the surface world and the violet visage moved to the underworld as a result

-matriarchy. And a really controlling and violent one. So what I’m thinking is that there is a bunch of family house and that they are in constant competition with each other and such to rule over the largest swafts of city territory. Basic but workable.

- sexist hiarchy, why not let’s throw all the bad tropes in here, slavery why not, badly treated harems, shure. I can play it straight but I might try to do something different with them even so. But for now the violet visage spiders are the closest dark fauth to Dnd drow. At least those imaged in the 80s-2010s

5. Ghost spider city, the city is called elisk and is actually the oldest parts of the idea regarding the dark fauth, a group of people who lived in the caves of the continent of O’sten and have a relation ship with large spiders called ghost spiders, at some point someone commented on how they where like dnd drow and I decided to embrace the idea. Now I also stumbled upon the ideas of @fantasy-anatomy-analyst and her (?) blog by a comparison of her(?) drow to the drow of mainline dnd. And I have to say the monkey like drow are so neat and cool. Unfortunately the picture I drew for the inspiration I was taking is too close to the reference image for my liking. So apologies about that, I’m trying to make them more distinct so it’s less of a copy than it is inspiration.

-oldest of the underworld tribes, they and the silver centipedes are the decedents of the people who lived in the underworld before the two brothers claimed it as a place of the forgotten and forsaken.

-have the most adaptations to the caves as they have live here the longest, including motion sensitive whiskers/eyebrows and a keen sense of hearing, also their hair can glow slightly in the dark. Slightly short on average.

- cultivate spider silk, and some of it glows (because that is so cool)

- respectful to elders, matriarchal mothers, lots of sibling rivalry, some different gender roles and identities than those of the surface world.

- wear clan markings, either painted on or as tattoos.

Prompt 19, exploration, some bat cavern people exploring some tunnels Prompt 27 nobility. here's the different current leaders of the cities lillygaurd is the youthful leader of the cavern bats. youthful and youthful she's in her mid 30s, got a girlfriend and a city to be concerned about. she was a well known zordezoth in her youth, (zordezoths are robin hood or Zorro like figure, they are called Zozoths for short.) she was elected into her position ilnor, the hereditary leader of the black chowl caverns, she was chosen from a group of cannidents by the elder council, she is in her late middle age, also shown here is her daughter Rät, more on her later. Seven, the three armed king of the Duel millipede, he was born with three arms and lost his eye in the duke to become king. Prompt 22, half drow, this was also originally not a prompt I was planing to do as I simply did not know how to do that with the fauth as they are all technically humans sort of, and vickor are also considered fauth. the raquesasha on the other hand are not, they may live among the dark fauth, but they are jevels according to O’sten and O’ller (they are heaven kin in the kin system) but then I drew Rät, she is half dark fauth and half Raquesasha. the daughter of ilnor, and the raquesasha horek. she has a few of the abilities of raquesasha with the ability of teleportation and surounding manipulation with a plum colored core. only half of her mouth is sealed when closed. she is rather asymmetrical, but lacks the excess limbs of most raquesasha. though many raquesasha on the O’sten do not have these extra limbs. Prompt 15+16 villains and heros. the legend of the lek brothers. two sons of a witch, they lived centuries ago as slaves to the people of the cricket lands. They stayed together, through thick and thin. They eventually grew into a pair of rebellious trouble makers who stole a power and dangerous magical artifact called the fifth moon. They used their cunning and hard work they freed hundreds or thousands of slaves and moved them into the safety and freedom of the underworld. Then more impressively they stayed free against the might of the sun king. It’s much more of a legend these many years later than it is entirely historical events.

(I’ll finish this later but I want to upload in December)

#worldbuilding #pandoramusicbox #fantasy #worldbuildingculture #fantasy creature #fantasy species #fantasyland #drowcember #dnd drow #lgbtq #lgbtq characters #cw spiders #cw slavery

12 notes · View notes

xsvcrilege · 2 years ago

Photo

❝ try not to trip . we don’t have time for a concussion today . ❞

𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : alice cullen » vampire » danielle rose russell .

❛❛ aesthetic. ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― the forgotten memories of a broken girl , the calming sound of rain against pavement , soft voice dripping off of her tongue like honey , she can kill just as easily as she can kiss you . ― triggers : death tw , electroshock tw , torture tw .

🇦🇵🇵🇱🇮🇨🇦🇹🇮🇴🇳 »

― ◜ ❏ . ― * ⠀ &. * ⟨ danielle rose russell, cis woman, she/her. ⟩ it seems like alice cullen has been seen around town, humming daddy issues ( remix ) by the neighbourhood under their breath. apparently they are a 24 / 110+ year old vampire. townsfolk whisper about them being clever and resourceful, but also occasionally manipulative and pushy. they’re a member of the olympic coven ― *

🇧🇦🇸🇮🇨🇸 »

full name : mary-alice brandon / alice cullen .

age : 24 / 110+ .

date of birth : march 21st .

occupation : unemployed .

species : vampire .

language(s) spoken : universal .

hair color : brunette .

eye color : golden .

notable scars : the bite she has when turned .

🇮🇳🇹🇪🇷🇮🇴🇷»

ability : subjective precognition | the user can foresee possible futures and observe what may happen based on the decisions they would make .

positive : clever , resourceful .

negative : pushy , occasionally manipulative .

moral alignment : chaotic good .

hogwarts house : slytherpuff .

deadly sin : lust + pride .

🇫🇦🇻🇴🇷🇮🇹🇪🇸 »

book : shakespeare’s works .

movie : thrillers .

food : mountain lion blood .

flower : orchids .

season : spring .

🇫🇦🇲🇮🇱🇾 »

father : mr. brandon ( deceased ) .

mother : mrs. brandon ( deceased ) .

sister : cynthia brandon ( deceased ) .

mate / husband : jasper hale .

🇧🇮🇴 »

we all know Alice’s story which we can find HERE but points about her !!

— when she woke up, the pain of the venom ( along with the fact that she had shocking treatments ) erased all of her memories . But her premonitions were also intensified .

— later, she was led to the love of her life, Jasper, after receiving a vision of him, and the pair subsequently joined the peaceful coven of the Cullen family .

— the rest is history most of you know . she came to forks and while she does love her coven and the family she has built , if jasper ever wanted to leave she would leave with him .

also to note alice has long hair .

#bitten.intro

6 notes · View notes

createdworldchori · 1 day ago

Text

radhanagar tourism

Radhanagar Beach Tourism is a highlight of any trip to the Andaman Islands, drawing tourists with its natural beauty and tranquil environment. Known as the crown jewel of Havelock Island (Swaraj Dweep), it offers a blend of relaxation, adventure, and scenic vistas. lets discuss about radhanagar tourism

Top Experiences at Radhanagar Beach

Relaxation and Beach Walks

The wide stretch of soft white sand and calm surroundings make it perfect for unwinding.

Take long walks along the 2-km beach with the backdrop of the Andaman Sea and lush greenery.

Swimming

The beach's gentle waves and shallow waters are ideal for swimming.

Lifeguards are present to ensure safety.

Photography

Capture the natural beauty of the turquoise water, golden sunsets, and surrounding forests.

Perfect for both professional photographers and casual visitors.

Sunset Viewing

Radhanagar Beach is renowned for its mesmerizing sunsets.

Evening is the most magical time to visit, with the sky painted in vibrant hues.

Nearby Excursions

Visit Elephant Beach for snorkeling, scuba diving, and other water sports.

Explore Kalapathar Beach, a serene spot with black rocks and turquoise waters.

Adventure Activities Near Radhanagar

While Radhanagar itself is more suited for relaxation, nearby beaches offer adventure opportunities:

Snorkeling: Explore coral reefs and marine life at Elephant Beach.

Scuba Diving: Dive operators on Havelock Island offer trips to discover the vibrant underwater world.

Trekking: Trek through lush forests to Elephant Beach for a mix of adventure and nature.

Tourist Facilities

Changing Rooms and Restrooms: Basic amenities for visitors.

Shaded Huts and Benches: Scattered along the beach for resting.

Food Stalls: Offer light snacks, beverages, and fresh coconut water.

Best Time to Visit

October to May: The dry season offers pleasant weather and calm seas, perfect for beach activities.

Monsoon Season (June to September): Heavy rains might limit activities, but the beach becomes lush and serene.

How to Reach Radhanagar Beach

From Port Blair:

Take a ferry to Havelock Island (2-3 hours).

From Havelock Jetty, hire a taxi or rent a scooter for the 10-12 km journey to Radhanagar Beach.

From Neil Island:

Ferries connect Neil Island to Havelock, making it easy to reach Radhanagar Beach.

Nearby Attractions

Elephant Beach: Famous for water sports and coral reefs. Accessible by boat or trekking through the forest.

Kalapathar Beach: A quieter spot with striking black rocks and crystal-clear waters.

Vijaynagar Beach: Ideal for early morning walks and solitude.

Travel Tips

Carry Essentials: Sunscreen, hats, swimwear, and flip-flops.

Stay Hydrated: Bring water or buy fresh coconuts from the stalls.

Plan Ahead: Visit early morning or evening to avoid crowds and the midday heat.

No Plastic: Andaman has a strict no-plastic policy. Carry reusable items to protect the environment.

Safety: While swimming is generally safe, follow lifeguard instructions and avoid deep waters during high tide.

Where to Stay

Havelock Island offers a variety of accommodations:

Luxury: Taj Exotica Resort, Havelock Island Beach Resort.

Mid-Range: Silver Sand Beach Resort, Barefoot at Havelock.

Budget: Eco Huts, Wild Orchid Resort.

Why Visit Radhanagar Beach?

Its unspoiled beauty, serene ambiance, and world-class recognition make Radhanagar Beach a must-visit destination. Whether you're seeking relaxation, romance, or adventure, this beach is sure to leave you mesmerized!

hope this blog about radhanagar beach tour will be helpful for you.

#andamanbeachtour #andamanisland #andamannicobar #andaman

0 notes

christylove94 · 2 months ago

Text

Everlasting - Part Seven - V

Maybe I'll rewrite a certain portion of this in the future. I had to move in, same as before.

Pairing: Dongfang Qingcang/Xiao Lanhua

Chapter Tags: Explicit sexual themes, angst, AU elements, too wordy, fluff, light dom/sub themes

It was all too much.

His confession at the Lovesickness Bridge. How utterly destroyed he was, believing his Xiǎo Huāyāo died for him, still loving him despite being so badly hurt by him.

He saw a bleak future as punishment and agreed to it quietly with an empty smile and hollow eyes. And then he turned that look upon her, wished her a happy marriage, and said he was leaving for good?

She couldn't stand there impassively, watching his suffering another second more.

But now.

So attuned to one another, recognition took root long before she touched his lips, urging him to smile. She went to him, instead of the other way around. And the instant she opened her mouth and asked him to wait with emotion, Orchid's emotions, she gave herself away. He knew.

And now she's racing for distance, praying that two weeks of pretending she was another person was enough for the seeds of doubt to have flourished. That he won't come after her.

She bursts through the doors of her room, slamming them shut with an erratic pulse of hand magic. As she stands beyond the entrance, quivering like a rabbit, hands fisted at her temples, she begs her mind to give her a way to fix this.

She should have put him to sleep and removed the memory! That way she would have had a little more time before she had to watch him leave, the whole reason she ruined everything.

But this is what she had wanted from the beginning. For him to accept Orchid's death and start living again. So of course, when she was presented with him saying goodbye, with him leaving her when he so clearly did not want to, panic had risen up like a black hole and engulfed her within a revolving pit of her darkest nightmares.

Him slumped on the riverside, motionless.

Him choosing to risk his primordial spirit being consumed by evil qi.

Him giving up their Paradise Dream to save her above all else.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't lose him.

“But now he will suffer more than he would have,” she croaks, shuffling forward for support as she crumbles inward.

Her hands plant on a cool, flat surface, rattling the jewels, combs, and brushes housed there.

She catches sight of her reflection – the poise and perfection, the golden crown and accents, the dead eyes hiding eternal sadness – and nearly yanks down the glass. She settles for discarding the crown, and shucking the gold ornaments out of sight. Her fingers delve messily into her hair, tearing free the pin that holds it all in place, watching as it falls in disarray around her features twisted in distress. The outer robes are torn off, leaving her silk, white inner dress with simple silver brocade leaves across the surface.

Chest heaving, she stares at her disheveled appearance, looking nothing like the beautiful statue. The chafing beneath her skin wanes. She jerks her gaze away.

The length of the moonlight stretching across her floor gives her pause.

An hour has crawled by. He hasn't come.

The realization doesn't ease her. Her breath still feels trapped within her lungs.

She stumbles towards her window, pulling apart the sliding panes to peer at the distant moon, just to be certain. Assumption proven at a mere glance at the moon's cool radiance, she shuts them closed, then steps back.

The rushing whoosh of her heartbeat in her ears slow. Her hands come together in front of her belly as she casts her gaze around her room, trying to latch onto anything to escape the feeling of being adrift within a shrinking void.

“Maybe… maybe the illusion was truly believable. Or maybe he didn't want me to hurt him again.”

She spots the dark silk, seemingly innocuous, peeking out from beneath her pillow and goes to it, pulls it free. She closes her eyes, feels a single burning line down her cheek as she gathers the garment close enough for sea tides and sunshine to waft against her nose.

Her jaw quivers. “Maybe he… He has already left.”

He had already given his goodbye. There was no reason for him to stay longer.

Sniffling between broken breaths, she holds the sleep robe she stole from his room right against the gaping hole in her chest and finds it's not enough. There's no substitute for the real thing.

The shock of air dispersing behind her startles the robe right out of her hands.

She's whirled around by her hips, then caught around the waist and the back of her head. Her front encounters the lush sensation of a lean, sinewy body she could paint murals of without sight.

Her eyes pop open, taking in the image of half lidded eyes brimming with more vitality than she has seen since she was resurrected, ensnaring her in a look that says she will not be free of him unless she banishes him to Hell herself.

“I should have done this long ago. Spared us all the trouble.”

Da Mutou guides their mouths together, and her fingers curl tight into his biceps as all the choices she struggled with are blown away like inconsequential dust on a wind's gust.

She lunges for him, arms crossing around his shoulders, feet dangling above the ground as she works her way into his mouth with a desperation he matches with a throaty groan. He is electric sparks across her tongue, the sharp burn of liquor, and his natural succulent essence beneath it all.

Relief hits her so strongly, she'd fall to pieces if she didn't hold on.

His head twists as he finds her at a new angle, calming the intensity as he sips each of her lips with languid grace. Drawing them in, feeling them out with little nibbles and sliding licks. He kisses her mouth until it's tingly swollen, kisses the breath right out of her lungs until all that's left are the flashing stars in her mind and a helpless whimper when he sees fit to slant his mouth over hers, and push life back into her body by the grace of his delving tongue.

Their lips pop wetly apart as she trembles against him.

“There's my needy wife,” he rumbles in a heated breath that turns her body into mush.

She mews, squeezing her arms around him tighter as she thrusts her mouth towards his in a closed mouth kiss.

Her feet come flat to the ground when he lowers but doesn't release her, folding around her which breaks their kiss so his head can tuck into her neck. Her bones ache from his gripping hold, the best thing she's felt since reawakening as Xiyun.

“My needy wife who I have missed with everything inside of me, Xiǎo Huāyāo,” he chokes out against her throat in the way she knows means tears roll noiseless down his cheeks.

Her eyes grow damp. Overflow in earnest.

He's right. Had he kissed her at the first opportunity after he resurrection, there would have been no resistance. She could have lived the brief life she has left to the fullest in bliss with her husband. How could she have ever chosen to keep herself from him? The same way love is love, pain is pain. Regardless of it being short or long.

And somehow she's grass with spiritual wisdom? Hardly.

“I'm sorry,” she croaks, meeting his watery gaze when he leans back to cup her cheeks. She does the same with one hand, smearing away his tear tracks. “I went against my vows, Da Mutou. I didn't share my burdens—”

He's shaking his head before she can finish repenting, absolving her with no question.

“I did it first. I told you on the bridge. I was horrible to you. I hurt you so much without giving you a choice.“ His body peels away from hers with a look of pain blooming in the depths of his eyes. “Aren't you still angry?”

She shakes her head vehemently with a sniff, reclaiming the lost closeness. “I swore to myself that no matter how much you hurt me and lie to me, I wouldn't be angry.”

Her bottom lip trembles in spite of her efforts as she remembers being locked away in a dark storm, the flowers he'd given her to love and dote on destroyed, and her token of devotion and commitment shattered and tossed at her with cold indifference.

“But I was really really hurt,” she admits in a frail voice, crying against her best efforts.

Through a watery sheen, she watches his eyes drop unsteadily from hers as shame splays across the width of his shoulders and rests its gargantuan weight there. When he speaks next, his breath is shaky and his voice is subdued, but no less sincere.

“I am sorry, Xiǎo Huāyāo. I will never be able to forgive myself for what I did. I'll take any pain you give me as punishment. I don't have a right to even ask.”

His hands slide down her neck and back to dip into the cinch in her waist with barely there pressure as if he's struggling with something internally. “But I promise you I'm not that jerk anymore. I want to be worthy of your love. That is, if you—”

She cups his cheeks and pulls his mouth down to hers with such zeal, they go off balance, tipping back onto the bed with his hands and knees bracing around her and both of her own shooting out behind her. She latches back onto his startled mouth, intent on driving her point home.

She will always love him. Their threads have tangled, and knotted, and twined so much they are indistinguishable from one another. It's inescapable. Like breathing, her love for him is a requirement for living. The tattoo of her heartbeat is the rhythm of his name.

And it wasn't destiny that made it so, but their own choices all the way back from day one.

She loops her arms and legs around him, and lets her full weight drag him down atop of her with a throaty moan.

“Just be with me, Da Mutou,” she says against his lips, fingers dipping into the silky hair that slips over his shoulder. “By my side, smiling. That's all I want.” She steals another kiss before he breaks it with his nod.

“Okay, Xiǎo Huāyāo. If that is all you want.”

She loosens her legs in order to create space to reach between them to find the tie keeping his outer robe in place. There is quite more that she wants and with so little time left, she intends to have as much as she can.

Da Mutou shifts to one side, leaning on his elbow, his face propped up on his hand, his eyes falling to half-mast as he watches her the way he sometimes does while she recovers from the intensity of their joining.

Her fingers grow shaky on the knot as the pads of his fingers dust down the side of her face transition to his knuckles brushing down her cheek then again his fingers trailing through her hair around her ear to feather along her neck. He looks enraptured.

She feels priceless.

“How could I ever grow tired of looking at you? It's impossible. I could do this for eternity.” he says in a thick voice, thumb settling against the pulse in her throat.

“I love you,” she croaks, arching up into his soft kiss in relief.

They work his layers off until his dark pants are all that covers him. He lifts her by the waist, maneuvering her onto the pillow at the head of the bed where he hovers between her legs on the bed meant for one.

“You've lost weight, sweetheart. You've been under too much stress.” He slides his hand from her belly, down her hip, and around her thigh, leaving lingering embers of heat to scorch through her inner layer and suffuse across her tingly skin. “Promise me you'll eat better?” His eyebrows press together, resting across concern ladened eyes.

She shakes her head in swift motions, placing a kiss against his collarbone which is more prominent than it should be. “I promise to eat better if you do. You've lost weight, too.”

He sits back on his haunches, uses his hands to smoosh her cheeks until she knows she has a ridiculous fish face, then leans down to kiss her puckered lips.

A foreign sensation of tickly flutters erupt in her belly and bursts free in the form of a snort, then unchecked giggles at his silliness.

He leans back, cradling her face normally as a tender smile transforms his face into an expression that makes her heart ache. “Such a beautiful sound. I've lived without it for too long.”

It feels like a strike to the chest to realize she hasn't laughed once since being reborn, the cruelty of such an existence.

She pulls on his arms, bringing him down over her again to latch her mouth onto his. She can't let him say things like that. It's too unbearable.

“Make me sing for you…” she begs, gliding her hands up his back while rubbing her bare feet down his clothed calves.

He captures her mouth with fervor, tangible tension winding his body up atop of hers. He twists her open, strokes his way in, and a full bodied shudder ricochets through her body which coalesces in the tightening of her breasts, the swollen ache pulsing between her thighs. Languidly drawing their tongues together, kneading her lips, feasting her mouth as he drags his hands from her knees up and up and up. Resparks her addiction to his succulent taste, his thorough kisses, his overwhelming presence she never wants to be free from.

Her dress is pushed up her body, a mournful whine escaping her when his lips pull away so they can wrench the restrictive thing off her. Her dudou is swiftly discarded in the same haphazard manner.

His stare pins her into place as he walks his gaze down her body. She shivers beneath the weight, head falling back as her hands grip the blanket. Goosebumps rise across her flesh, her nipples pebble into taut points of tension hooked sharply to the wet throb between her hips. She moans, restlessly shifting her thighs.

A curse hisses through his teeth.

Her eyes round on him when he pulls her down flat on the bed by her hips, watching with a drying throat as he shoves his pants down and kicks them off with no hesitation.

Shaking from the reckless speed of her heart, she swings her hand outward, slamming a silvery, shimmering blockade around the room. She meets his questioning stare with a longing one of her own.

Changheng, Shangque, Jieli, and Fairy Danyin have taken up temporary residence at Arbiter Hall. It has never been so full of people, and yet she had felt isolated before. Now—

“Let the world run itself for one night,” she reasons, splaying her palms over his pectorals, and wetting her lips when his stiff, heavy cock jumps at her rubbing her palms over his nipples. “Just one night, let me have my husband to myself… just—”

Her thighs are thrown wide apart as he sinks down and plants his mouth on her slit.

Back arching, eyes rolling shut, she grips his hair and moans wantonly, long and deep from the base of her throat.

He licks, sucks, and circles her swollen nub with feral intensity. Each panted breath and vibrating groan, the sting of his restraining grip on her thighs, and the sloppy wet sounds as he feasts on her, splashes liquid fire up her body and down to her curling toes.

It's a struggle to pull hazing vision open to slits to watch him watch her from between her spread legs, his mouth trailing down to slurp from the opening of her center. A flash of heat rocks her, forcing her eyes shut for a long moment as he sucks the sensitive nerves there, his tongue delving in to stroke and tease the engorged roof until her legs begin to fight his grip, her body coiling up in rising bliss.

She jolts when his mouth pops wetly from her slick entrance only to latch back onto her protruding nub with a moan. She feels it in the lines of fire racing up her thighs, the pooling heat rushing down from within the cradle of her hips, the reedy pitch her gasps start to take, the flashing stars that start to swim behind her fluttering eyelids.

She hunches over him, a raw growling sound wrenched free of her, eyes dazedly peeling open to watch as he drinks from her essence, his features awash in rapture as his mouth and tongue visibly devour her pulsating center.

Her hips jump, her hand shooting out behind her for balance while the other holds him against her, the sharp blaze swirling throughout her until she is ash and there is nothing left to burn.

Her taut posture falls apart, body dropping to the bed, damp with sweat and seeking air from her round mouth. Lazily she watches him come up for air of his own, the back of his hand wiping the glistening slick covering his nose, mouth, and chin. His hair is disheveled, coming loose from its knot, his eyes half-lidded, dark as the slitted gaze of a predator on the hunt.

She shudders, hand sliding down her belly to wedge her index and ring finger within the folds of her slit to hold herself open in offering. “Make love to me…” she whines. “I want you so much, please.”

His hand snaps around the base of his cock, features contorting in what looks like restrained pain as a ruddy flush climbs from his chest all the way up to his face. His beautiful cock is such a dark red throughout, a glob of clear fluid dribbling down from the fleshy tip, causing her mouth to water.

He pants and trembles, eyes sliding open to glazed slits. “You are so…” he licks his lips, hand sliding up and down his cock with the faintest grip, teasing out another drop of slick fluid.

She tenses, teeth gritting, ready to spring on him if he doesn't shove his cock inside her right now.

“It's been so long since I've been without you.” The way he looks at her, the tone of his voice, it all appears like a warning she refuses to heed.

Her loose limbs only make her stumble once when she shoves herself up. Then she's rushing him, filling his lap and trying to notch the head of him at her opening before he—

She's caught by the waist and maneuvered around in his lap so her back is to his chest with such ease she whimpers in dismay.

Her power feels so tiny, having shrunken itself down out of habit causing her to forget how much is actually there. She could put up a fight now, but the way he manhandles her and puts her in her place in bed is too good for words.

Her head falls back onto his shoulder, as he braces her legs wide open around his own, puts a hand around her throat while dropping a kiss to her blushing cheek. Little flutters work through her center, slick leaking out of her as a wobbly plea knocks around in her throat.

She loves this and he knows it.

He tightens his grip a little, making her feel the pressure on her throat before he flattens his other hand on her twitching belly, glides it down her fuzzy mound, then sinks two fingers at once into her core in a sharp hook.

A punched out sound accompanies the wild buck of her hips, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the bed.

He methodically sinks his fingers in and out of her, the heel is his palm grounding into the top of her slit with each pass, creating a hypnotic seesaw of sensation that nearly pivots her away from her goal as she rolls her hips into the motion, eyelids fluttering, feeling a liquid, gooey pressure where he strokes building and building.

But the coarse rasp of his pubic hair rubs against her backside and the thick heat of him extends out right from between her legs.

And her hands are free.

The hand on her throat moves up to turn her mouth to his, holding her there by her cheek. “Xiǎo Huāyāo, your maidenhead has been restored. I must prepare you,” he hushes the broken noises she hadn't even known she was emitting with drugging kisses across her lips.

She is nearly put under, his fingers sinking deep enough to make her toes curl and her hips twitch with a sensation so incredible it induces madness. Each curling thrust elicits obscene squelches attesting to her readiness to impale herself on his cock herself if she has to.

She reaches down to catch his wrist, yanking to do just that. But then her hands are behind his head in a cross and held there by charged magic which arches her breasts forward and makes her body completely open to his advances.

The throb quickens so swiftly between her thighs, she's left lightheaded.

His hand scorches up her belly, cups a tingling breast, slides up to partially restrict her airway as his heavy breaths fan into her ear. “You are not ready to take all of me yet, Xiǎo Huāyāo.”

Her eyes roll shut as her trembling thighs attempt to snap closed around his hand. Acute, piercing quakes of pleasure bear down from the floor of her belly, curling inward by the force of its overpowering gravity. She cries raggedly through chest heaving breaths, rocking her hips down in time with the punishing thrusts of his fingers until the pleased clench of her womb finally eases.

She goes limp, legs boneless around his. He loosens his grip to jerk her face back to his and she gasps sharply.

“My girl is so responsive,” he purrs, tongue sliding over her bottom lip in lieu of the cavern of her mouth he seals himself over. A third finger adds to the stretching of her center as the heel of his palm rasps over her pleasure numb.

All her nerve endings jolt from the pang of lightning as she whimpers. It's too much.

Blessedly, his heel merely skims over it while his fingers pump into her soaked slit, giving her the time to recover. But before long, she's rolling into his unceasing thrusts, his heel rubbing and grinding her until she's staring cross eyed at the ceiling, the space between her hips winding tighter and tighter as her slit swells and burns hotter. His mouth and tongue suck and stroke her own raw, the swaying peaks of her breasts pinched and tweaked, groped and caressed until they're throbbing and tender, until she—

Her back arches from his chest, forcing her pulsing center onto his drenched fingers, her legs quaking as her flushed face contorts around broken sobs.

“In me, now! Please, Da Mutou! Please, please!” She begs, gaining new dazzling stars before her shut eyes with each frantic jerk of her hips, her walls working their way down to their last zealous swallow around his fingers until they relax, oozing desire around him.

Limp once more, she gulps down air, trembling as if she's naked in the snow. She moans choppily, head woozy from the force of elation she experiences.

He's so good to me.

A touch delirious, her breath skips down her throat as she sluggishly manages to peel one eye open, then another. She watches him pull his fingers free from the moist grip of her body with a lazy air.

They drift towards her, glistening in the candlelight. She smells her musky arousal with a hum, eyes fluttering closed and mouth parting without him even having to prompt her. When he dips his fingers into her mouth and she starts to lick her salty sweet taste from him with long strokes of her tongue, she feels a shiver run through him.

“You're such a good girl, sweetheart,” he kisses up her shoulder, free hand slowly stroking across her sweat slicked torso.

She moans breathless and high around his fingers, tongue working between the rough heat, being thorough as delight swells up her skin, prickling at her face and neck.

He pulls his fingers from her mouth to bring them to his own where she stares, slack jawed, as he seems to savor every drop of her combined flavor he can find with a heady groan.

Relinquishing his fingers after a time, he cuts his gaze to hers from the corner of his eye. “And all mine.” The possessive rumbles low in his throat.

The emptiness between her legs gives a hungered squeeze while she groans, enraptured.

The magic locking her hands in place disappears without warning, sending her plummeting forward onto the bed. There is no strength in her body, her face mushed into the pillow as he raises her hips behind her into the air.

“There's so much I want to do to you after all this time,” he says in a husky voice that drips like molten down her quivering spine, his hands groping and kneading her backside. “Make you feel so good you come like a geyser when I finally plunge my cock into you.”

Her legs unashamedly spread wide as she mewls.

“But I can't wait any longer either,” he whispers his need as he flips her over, enveloping her within his deliciously dark look. He finally crawls on top of her, his heavy cock pointing down towards its ultimate goal.

His hands close around her hips and she slides down the bed, yanked to him, his length becoming trapped between their pelvises.

It's scolding, velvety and sticky with desire. So close yet so far from where she needs it.

She locks her legs around his waist, arching towards him as her blood begins to boil her alive from the inside out. Frown deep as she cries in wordless pleas, she hooks her fingers around his flexed biceps for stability and starts to coat as much of him as she can with her ample slick. Acting as a temptress. His temptress.

The thick vein and the pudgy sac underneath his cock kiss and stroke her center in a way that nearly drowns out all else.

But he's panting and looking at her the way he once did near the beginning, like she's this sublime creature he can't help but be magnetized towards.

Fluster squeezes into swirls of flames which spool around her belly and around her inwards in anticipation.

She has always seen herself as ordinary, even now as a goddess. But he has always made her feel the opposite with just a look. Somehow, impossibly, extraordinary.

His hand comes up, fingers fluttering down from her temple to her cheek where they stretch towards her nape, creating a cradle for her cheek which she nuzzles into with a sigh. “You know you mean the world to me, right? That I'll do anything and everything for you?”

She nods dizzily.

“I love you, Xiǎo Huāyāo,” he avows as she feels him reach down and notch himself at her opening, pressing her apart around the blazing, fleshy tip.

Her stomach tenses, her mind wiped blank.

“I'll protect you. I won't let you suffer anymore,” he says in a fervent caress, gaze unwavering while hers blurs as he sinks into her slick tunnel at the sluggish pace of a snail.

She feels every detailed moment of him splitting her open, her eyelids twitching as her jaw lolls on its hinges.

It's like being returned a vital piece of herself after being use to living with the constant ache, with the heavy encumbrance.

Relief tugs a breathy noise from her as he works his way into her welcoming body with elongated strokes and gasping groans, resolutely filling her up with peace. By the time he is buried to the root, she is unbridled, glowing, basking in the presence of the sensuous man above her.

Which makes it impossible to miss his strain. Da Mutou's eyes are clenched shut, sweat rolling down the temples of his bowed head.

She reaches a hand forward, freeing his hair from the loose knot where it spills around them, curtaining their faces as she pulls his soft mouth to hers.

She can almost imagine it was yesterday that five centuries together flit by like a treasured dream, every surface of Arbiter Hall having been marked by their love making.

But for her Da Mutou, it's been ten years since that dream.

“Don't hold back,” she sips on his lips once, twice, teasing his pretty mouth.

Twitching tremors course through his muscles, his head shaking once.

She slides a hand down his tense back. “I need you to feel good, too,” she breathes into the part of his mouth, slipping inside with a long stroke of her tongue.

He falls into her with throaty grunts, hand coming down to clamp around the meat of her thigh to hold her sliding body in place as he pounds up into her gut with little restraint.

The edge of pain is negligible in comparison to the flares of pleasure that burst outward in hooks and lines around her limbs, dragging her down beneath ensnaring waves. Her body shudders and revels within each reverberating thrust, within the hypnotic roll of sharp muscles along her supple body, within the guttural little sounds he drives down her throat.

But she must fight to remain afloat, to dampen his overwhelming affect in order to transfer her pleasure unto him.

Her euphoria at having him with her seeps into the loving caress of her hands down his back, down his backside where she grips in encouragement, the lingering press of her lips along his throat, the gossamer flicks of her tongue over his sweat dusted collarbone, the firm nips of her teeth in his pectoral muscles. She fights to worship him the way he deserves, the way she has longed to since seeing his face again in this new life.

Reaching up to cup his jaw, she brings his brow down to her lips as she hooks her legs around his waist and angles her hips so there's no hindrance in the gliding stroke of his cock within the tight, clutch of her heat, as they ascend higher, and higher the way they did that first time to the Water Pavilion.

Blistering. Reckless. Unceasing.

Her back arches as her vision starts to swim, his damp lips catching down the arc of her throat. “Ta-take what you n-need from me, my hus-band.”

At once, his thrusts turn shallow, sharp, sticky wet as he sinks his teeth into the bend of her throat with a hoarse groan.

The deepest part of her is ravaged, the electrifying plunge of his cock wearing her down to the point of searing insanity as she digs her nails into his shoulder blades, her head thrashing from side to side.

“Yeess, yeess!,” The quickening spiral drawing taut around the plunge of his cock, driving her just short of howling. “Da Mu-tou, yeess!”

She hears a rip run through the blanket on either side of her, his body curving above her like the drawstring of a bow, huāyāo, huāyāo, huāyāo a gasping mantra on his lips.

He is a dying star on the verge of explosion, on the cusp of rebirth from within his heated dust and ashes. She houses his devastating implosion within the ravenous pit of her pelvis, pulsing and squeezing and liquifying around him. Drawing out his endless give. Eternally grateful to be his to take.

Her legs stretch down his, elongating her shaking frame as he prolongs the frantic clench of her core around his pulsing cock until the raging blaze between them weakens, lessens, shrinks down to warm embers.

He drops to her chest, cheek pillowed above the rapid drum of her heart.

She feels like gooey sweets. Fulfilled all the way to her bones. Her mind blissfully quiet. She rests her hand on his head, wishing she could freeze this moment and live in it forever.

His arm curls underneath her back as he sighs, the hand of the other stroking from her ribs down her thigh and back up again in soothing sweeps. “Are you okay?”

She nods without hesitation. “That was perfect.” She sighs, “It's not everyday one gets to lose their virtue to their husband twice.”

“...Which time was better?”

A laugh burst free of her chest. “All times,” she answers to be both cheeky and because this is true.

His head lifts, and she feels a featherlight kiss on her sternum.

As the fevered rush of their love making grows more distant, she finds a burning question in need of an answer only he can provide. “Why did you do it?” she asks, admiring the vines that have sprouted along the frame of her bed.

He lifts his head so his chin rests on her clavicle, drawing her eyes by the feeling of his gaze alone. “Be specific.”

“Yunzhong was sent to the Fairy Guillotine.”

Vindication is a dark glint within his eyes, the sweep of a smirk across his lips. Exactly the reaction she had known he'd wear.

She reaches forward, curls the hair falling into his face behind his ear. “Why did you take my memories away?”

Wariness pulls a partial shutter across his eyes as he props himself up onto his forearms. The brown depths reveal many things, but guilt or regret are not one of them.

She trails the pads of her fingers down his jaw over the blotchy red marks emerging on his skin before flicking her eyes back up to his. “Did you know that if you hadn’t taken them away, I would have been yours sooner. I would have been your wife sooner.”

The expression he dawns is one she is not expecting, yet somehow it does not surprise her. It’s confusion that dents the space between his eyebrows as if he cannot fathom the reasoning behind her words.

“You were suffering…” he says slowly as if he is making sense of emotions that were not as clear to him back then. “You should not have had to suffer because of me. I was not going to let you endure that torment a second more. Nothing else crossed my mind.”

Tingly sparks of heat suffuse the growing heaviness of her breasts and cascade to swollen place where they are still joined. She has to stifle the urge to bite her lip, feeling how deep he still is.

She had suspected as such, that he would only have noble reasonings, even back then. But hearing him say those words…

He begins to pant above her, feeling her body grow hot with slick, clenching.

She wets her mouth and delves her fingers into his silky tresses. “Make love to me again, Da Mutou,” she whispers, pulling him down to connect their lips in the tease of a kiss. “Please… I want you to lose control.”

He hesitates, eyes searching her own.

She presses her center snug against the base of him, quivering when he kisses her deepest point. “I want you to bruise me. I want your marks all over me,” she confesses while reaching to guide his hand down to her waist, forcing him to grip until her flesh squeezes through the cracks of his fingers in a wondrous flash of pain.

The dusky brown vanishes behind a hunter's black look.

“I want you to pin me down and make. me. scream. I want you to take me on my hands and knees. I want you to use me so much I ache.” she hisses, fingers curling into his nape as he trembles above her, muscles coiled tight. “And I don't want you to stop until you're satisfied.”

“I'll never be satisfied,” he bites out in the rumbling cadence of her enticed apex predator. Warning prickles down her spine. “I'll always want more.”

She licks his Adam’s apple on her way to his ear, daring him to come chase her when she breathes, “Then don't stop.”

#lbfad fanfic #canglan #xiao lanhua #dongfang qingcang #my writing #Rust #unbeta'd #Everlasting

1 note · View note