#greek key rug

[fysanayairani]

Master Miami

Modern master bedroom design with porcelain tile and white walls.

[sen-jou]

Eclectic Dining Room - Enclosed

An illustration of a medium-sized eclectic enclosed dining room design with blue walls and no fireplace.

[love-is-vengeful]

Living Room Enclosed San Francisco An illustration of a mid-sized transitional formal living room with a dark wood floor, beige walls, a standard fireplace, a plaster fireplace, and no television.

[querida-cinderela]

Music Room Living Room in Orange County An illustration of a sizable transitional enclosed living room with a music area, gray walls, a two-sided fireplace, and a tile fireplace.

[mcdamnright]

How I made the custom greek key rug for my office pop-up using a crappy jute rug from World Market and some spray paint. Since jute is such a porous material, it holds pigment extremely well.

[erickavila]

Open - Transitional Family Room Family room idea: large transitional open concept room with a dark wood floor, blue walls, and a wall-mounted television.

[sardothiened]

Enclosed Dining Room in Houston

A large transitional enclosed dining room design example with white walls and no fireplace and a medium-toned wood floor.

[decorbuziers-memorial]

Enclosed Dining Room in Houston Large transitional medium tone wood floor and brown floor enclosed dining room photo with gray walls

[mayugene]

Enclosed in Baltimore An illustration of a sizable, enclosed, transitional dining room with beige walls and no fireplace and a dark wood floor.

[espoirose]

Living Room Formal DC Metro Large elegant formal and open concept limestone floor living room photo with white walls

[worstreligiousfanart]

Midcentury Family Room

[rocketjumper]

Dining Room (Detroit)

[kimoray]

Open Living Room

[looking-at-the-deiwos]

Wéstyā

Or as I write it, Wéstya. Her name means "She of the Household" or "Burning one". Other names for her are Démspotnī, "Lady of the House", Hā́sānoyā (with a hard h like the ch in loch), "Goddess of the Hearth" and Tépṇtī, related to "Warming"

Wéstya is the goddess of the hearth. She also rules over fire, the home and food stores. As the patron of the home fire, she embodies the very basis of the house and family. She is the place of refuge to which we go to feel safe, rest and be with those we consider our kin.

Wéstya has domain over fire in its role as the warming center of the house and also as a source of cooked food. Fire relates to purity, so Wéstya is deeply associated with purity.

(She is not however the Proto Indo-European deity of fire itself, they are another déiwos we will see later on)

She also plays a key role in ritual and has connection with the concept of eternal fires (fires that were never extinguished). Veiling seems to be a way to honor her too.

Wéstya also rules over the Dṃyṓs, household spirits who protect each home and their member (akin to the roman Lares and similar household spirits)

Offerings

taken from here

Fire

butter or oil lamp

Clarified butter

red, yellow, and orange beads

Devotional acts

Lit up candles (stay safe)

Tidy up your room or your home

Cook for your family/kin

Take care of relationships with your family

Organize your shelves and fridge

Veil

Honor your house and how it shelters you

Get something new and needed for your home (maybe a new rug, cleaning implement or table you have been needing for ages)

Associations

Colours red, yellow and orange

Fire

Cooking

Food storing

Rowan

the feast of Imbolc

February

Descendants in later pantheons

Hestia (Greek)

Despoina (Greek)

Vesta (Roman)

Tabiti (Scythian)

Brigit (Celtic), according to this

[eternalhealingau]

Eternal Healing…

an oc x canon (w/ sfw mpreg) ship au (Introductory Chapter)

This is gonna be what sets up the rest of the AU. Please read it if you wanna get the idea of what's to come in the future...... highly highly recommend and I could not say it enough. (THIS IS MY OWN ART BTW: DO NOT STEAL//ASK FOR PERMISSION//DO NOT USE FOR AI PURPOSES FTLOG)

Begins below the cut....

It wasn't truly known to the multiverse but there was one bubble that seemingly came from nowhere. It had a chaotic signature. But no golb energy. Free from the chaos that came before it and yet totally filled with it. A sign that this universe didn't seem to go by the standards of that which the others had maintained by some weird "out-of-mortal-reach" standpoint.

Prismo turned to it from surfing around. His eye sparkling as he notices it's uniqueness from every other universe he's tapped into...... Yet it has peaked some interest. He looks deeper into it. Mythological kinds resembling the greeks...modernized? There were literal gods roaming the earth? How can that be? He searches deeper into this universe. Seeing a captivating story unfold. He knows the stories of the old from the creation myth to the herculean and odyssey. But one had stuck out from the rest. The Moiraios Pateras. The fated father. From skimming through the universe's timeline a silhouette appears on the screen. Tall, muscular, pierced, tatted and rather low-key in their demeanor. A pink aura surrounded them. Suggesting feminine qualities. But by their wrists, pure golden rings. They seemingly smoked a cigarette as one of their signature pieces of who they are. What made them, themself in their image of godhood. Without notice, he gets a call from Fiona. His attention being interrupted as he hears a frantic and albeit a little anxiety ridden tone. "Prismo! You gotta help us! Simon's been silent for the past few months. I've tried calling him, texting him, everything! But when I went over to his place, he barged the house and how he's gone fucking coo coo!! HE'S BEEN TRYING TO SUMMON BETTY AGAIN!" More frantic noises came from the other line. Old man whining, a gruff sounding Cake trying to keep him still and Fiona seemingly grunting from exertion in an effort to pin him down, keeping him from going completely haywire. Fuck it's a relapse. Therapy didn't do the trick for his ability to move on, did it? His expression drops without a second thought and quite worried for them, Prismo summons them.

All of them looked like they'd belong in a bowl of ramen they were so intertwined. Simon's head only appearing out from beyond two legs as he was squeezed tight from Cake's body. Squirming to be let go so he could 'finish what he started'. And if his wet cat appearance didn't already shock you enough, he looked even more rugged. His eye bags far more definite, white eyes still crazed out of their mind, spit almost running from the mouth, hair matted and frizzled, even his outfit was either halfway worn or was nearly completely off. Leaving him nearly naked. Jeez Simon you sure relapsed into your own self-made insanity there. Finally when he was able to be let loose, he scattered to the screen and slammed his back against it. Hyperventilating. Not even thinking about where he was. The duo meanwhile, felt almost sick to their stomach seeing him nearly more close in line to the refrigerator version of himself. Just more alive and....writhing with an overactive conscious. Cake looked back up to her blonde companion and bit her lip. Asking a question that seemed a little too harsh but had a point to be driven across. "Do you think he might have a mild case of rabies, girl?" Fiona shook her head as she looked at him. Her own emotions and conscious fighting for supremacy as much as Cake's was. The hairs and fur on both of their bodies standing up finally taking his insane form in for a look once again.

The old grunt seemingly calmed down a little bit before realizing where he was and nearly crying. Sulking in his depression once more. He was so close, nearly there....but it was just no use. He tried so hard for his love. But fate still has its ways of teaching him. Even if he wanted to checkmate fate any way he could. Even by trying to summon her one final time. But looking around, trying to make his thoughts clear even if his emotions didn't want him too, he notices a deeply concerned Prismo with a pensive look to him. "You just couldn't handle the wait.... could you?" He spoke. The old man simply looked to his side. Not wanting any confrontation at the moment. But, time pushed on. And with time, came more conservations and desperate hopes to get him to talk. "Simon, you know that what you did wasn't gonna work out, right?" Still with the silence. His heart ached with each little word spoken before him. He couldn't bear to keep a front, but if he wanted to return to what he was doing earlier, then he had to stick it out. But doing that he made himself look like a toddler in denial. Still......, with one more question. "Betty won't return again, man. You remember?"

"...I clearly do. And I have no regrets to everything I've done thus far." He bit his lip as he growled at him with tears. "Can't you just let an old man live to see his wife in some other way--" Simon gets cut short by Prismo interrupting him. "Ah ah ah.. Nope. Not having this conversation. She's gone dude. Her next life is a comet now that she's been..... given a chance by some other entity."

Simon put his head in his knees, not wanting to face Prismo or his neighboring companions for all he cared. Again, the conversation needed momentum and the multiverse watcher wasn't gonna let up. Nor was he gonna shy away from the truth as Fiona and Cake watched in heartbroken blunder. "Can't you see the reality to this situation that you've made...?" A long silence befell everyone in the room. The big screen fizzled out to the universe still being watched. Now just focusing on the present moment that was going on there. No one batted their gaze. Just focusing on Simon. Prismo sighed. "You relapsed dude....."

From that point on, Simon finally bursted into tears and flopped onto the ground. Prompting Cake to shapeshift into a big bean bag for him to rest upon lazily. Fiona was right over to lend him a hand to hold and a person to be comforted by. "Let it out dude....it's okay." His cries turned ugly as he continued forth trying his damnest to recount his memories of Betty while being faced with his crippling reality check. He finally was able to let the mental and emotional wound be opened once more. Cleaned by tears that were dying to come out. It was freeing but the effects were soul crushing.

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they nearly stayed like that for fifteen minutes.... just comforting an old man who was close to them by their friendship. Prismo in the meantime was configuring how to fix this situation. Coming up dry every time he thought of something? Erasing golb statues? Simon would be the only one to know of such an object. Displacing memories? He'd be back to his insane half. Destroying the crown? Nigh. Wouldn't work as something was gonna be out there to trap it or harness it for other purposes anyways.

Still, Simon would have a minuscule chance of finding it and Prismo was not willing to run that risk in the moment. But his eye keeps darting towards the screen. Seeing the universe that he skimmed to. Could there be a way to send him there so he could be pushed to move forward? Move forward and be done sulking entirely? Because if this forces a habit onto him then his mind would change finally. But he'd still be the only one to know about the Golb nonsense he put himself through.....tough choices man..... tough choices.

Alas, after minutes of hearing Simon trying to come back to a more calm state, Prismo just decides to roll with this risky idea. "I may or may not have a plan. That doesn't involve the golb or Betty. Simon." He batted an eye towards the cowering and sulking individual. Now wiping his snot with Fiona's shirt. Gross. The dark brunette to ravenette looked back up. Tears still in his eyes but a more ready and accepting energy seemed to come to mind. It's like this was the 'it' moment that Simon was wishing would come sooner. Like death or something similar. He nods.

"What if I send you into this world...?"

The team immediately looks back up at the screen and notices the scenery. It started out looking much to the chagrin of the Alamo. But instead of its walls being an aged stone, they looked freshly painted to an old former glory not seen since the 1700s during Spanish Colonialism. But instead of hispanic culture, it looked a little greek. You had your spanish influence from the riverwalks, but there was a bonus added on flair of grecian flavor. The river's banks had fairies of multiple pastel hues ranging from a what's seemingly common pink, to a rare case of a pure ashy grey. They hid into some of the trees to keep their distance from humans below. But when they were in the water, it seemingly looked like they bathed at night. Amidst the moonlight.

Simon feels something billow in his lower stomach as he watched. It was suuuupper faint. But it felt like nothing but a small nervous tickle. He pushed it aside as the scenery continued to be shown.

Another shift in the screen and it showcased a piece of more rural texas lit up by a pink colored festival. Dancing and parading in the area, with tailgating and campsites established. Very Woodstock reminiscent but also more closely in tune with a big get together of locals that came for the party. What was in mind, was again, more pink colored motifs. More moon imagery and what was more strange is that the men themselves in some cases.... looked as if they 'carried' children too. Was there some sort of magic enabling cross-biological pregnancies? It piqued his interest but racked his levels nervousness.

Once more, another shift. This time it was in the summertime months. It looked hot and it decided to feature a pool party happening at some mansion in the middle of the city on a ranch. The greek flags were held high, the texan one flew same height and no sight of an american one. Very prideful people it seemed. From the noise, it felt like a family get-together. The people there were more mature in their looks. Taller than an average mortal. By several feet at most. It brought Simon's emotions back down to a level of ease as he saw how comfortable they all were together.

One of the members wielded thunder as well as a very jovial and horny personality, one of them wielded water with a trident ordained with a cool demeanor, another one naturally liked to practice boxing on one of the trees in the backyard. A few of the women in this huge family get together seemed busty and pale in complexion. They all had either white to grey hair, soft features and a soft demeanor. Sensitive and doting. Delighting in the pool, they seemed to be resting on someone's shoulders. Their hands swirled around this one's shoulders. They looked tatted, couldn't give less of a shit, looked like they had hoes and yet had no sexual drive to carry on. Smoking a cigarette they let these women of sorts hug them. Not hindering in enjoying some sweet affection. But they all conversed like they were family. Questions like, 'so did you find him yet?' 'is there anyone in particular?' 'when will the new age begin? I-err... we! can't be waiting like this~!' Their eyes were grey, with dark brown hair. They even had pierced lips, a septum nosering, eyebrow and ear studs. This person sounded nothing like a man but leaned close to that margin. "I have no clue, just enjoy the time we got for right now y'all. It may feel like hell but we'll be outta here at some point." They cackled.

Simon's heart started to beat a tiny little bit more. Like he's taken interest already. But, he's barely met this woman...man....person.... Ohhh Prismo. What have you done to bless this man?

Before he could turn back to Prismo, he gave it some thought on whether to go there or not. But, even if he remembers Betty in this moment in time, with how risk taking she was, it's about time he took one such chance of his own. Besides he never truly knows what it's like until he leaves his home and explores. You never make history by sitting around. You never create nostalgia by moping. As he continues to ponder though, he considers another thought. Will Fiona and everyone he's ever known be there? It looked unlikely and with some wild thought, he even dived deeper into the 'what if's of combining universes. He gulped as his decisions were clearly starting to become more finite in their ways. There was only one way of things going if he really wanted to go there.

"Prismo....if there's any way you can make sure that Fiona, Cake, Marcy, Bonnie, Marshall and everyone else, as well as the residents in Ooo itself also end up there...." He finally stands tall, hands to his sides as he's positioned to look like an avatar off of a video game screen. "Then I'd be happy to go." Fiona and Cake stand flabbergasted at each other, now standing tall themselves. Giving themselves a chance to look back at the screen as one white star fills the TV screen on a black void. A silence befell them as life begins to alter in their minds. Wondering what they would be able to find there and what kinds of crazy scenarios they'd be able to handle given such extreme weather conditions and unique magic/power dispositions.

The scene slowed....

Prismo's fingers were about to snap.

The duo looks to each other, beginning to go about their mantra. "You know what time it is?"

Simon's eyes closed slowly as the moment drew near.

Fiona and Cake finished their mantra, responding to each other with a fist bump. The iconic energy was back baby! "Adventure time!!"

[SNAP]

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Cicadas sung their sweet melody with the crickets in a nature based choir.... all in the last few minutes of twilight. The hunk seemingly rushing over to these bodies that laid asleep near the backyards trees. A deeply southern tone with both concern and worry, masqueraded with a tough resilience comes forth.

"Oh Saturn.....~"

[djarinova]

hihi em ml ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ teaberry and nectarine for your ask game? 🤲

eeee ada tysm for sending these!!! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜<3 im gonna answer these for me and jean !!

nectarine: do you and your F/O live together? If so, what does your living space look like?

we dont! :'( not yet anyways. jean is living with connie and sasha atm (besties in every universe fr) and im living with 3 of my uni friends. we sleep at eachothers places every weekend though, and we still see eachother during the week bec we live in the same city tehe but i cant wait to live with him ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ we've talked about it so much and i know we'll slot so well together, our habits will mesh really well :3 itll only be a small place to begin with though, but im a crazy decorator and i love to make places feel like my own—you should've seen how fast i was putting up photos, posters, fairly lights + even a small rug in my uni rooms haha

teaberry: where would you like to travel with your F/O someday?

ooh omg, im honestly terrible at planning trips and thinking about visiting different places, i feel like i know literally nothing about the world ajajaj (and jean is low-key the same i cant lie) but I'd love to visit greece with him, any place with beautiful beaches and views of the sea really, but greece will always hold such a special place in my heart because of the family holidays ive had there, and i think making new memories with jean on the different greek islands would make me so happy (ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣ ہ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ✿)

i'd honestly also love to go travelling around europe backpacking style with him too, riding the trains at night, sleeping on his shoulder, exhausted coffee breaks and photo ops...sigh...i need this (even though it'd be so chaotic)

questions from this selfship ask game!!