#i do wonder sometimes if there are forms of divination that are real…

[vi-enti]

some pages of a random astrology book i took photos of three years ago popped up in my photo shuffle—apparently i would make a good match with a libra or gemini, but definitely NOT a capricorn or a leo

[just-a-ghost00]

Pick a pop song and I'll tell you what their feelings for you are [18+]

Minors do not interact.

Group 1

"Oh, you make me go crazy over you. Baby, let me hold you close."

The Sage, Take Risk, Manifest, The Observer, The Outlaw, Play, back of the deck The Weaver

This is a person that is so into you they cannot stop watching you, whether in real or on social media. This person may use divination or consult psychics to know what you're up to. This is someone that is so caught up in your energy they feel like a criminal. This person is stalking you so much they sometimes wonder if what they're doing is legal. Their thoughts of you are R rated most of the time, which may add to that feeling of "is that okay to think of group 1 this way". I feel like this person's desire for you is getting out of hand. They may have been able to control themselves in the past but the more they think about you, interact with you, the harder it is for them to resist temptation. This person also feels like they're under your charm and you have complete control over them. With the combination of the sage, take risk and manifest, I get the message that their attraction to you is deeply rooted and that it is now too late for them to go back. They feel called to take a leap of faith and do their best to manifest a relationship with you and that calling gets stronger at night. This is when this person's shackles come off, I'm getting. During the day, as they're in public, they can't really let loose and indulge in their fantasies of you. But when they're behind closed doors, it just spirals out of control.

They have so much desire for you they would get you pregnant by thought if they could lmao With the combination of observer, outlaw and play, I get the message that this person is trying to push their luck and play with fire so to speak by making an attempt to be closer to you. They feel daring and curious, they want to see where this path would lead. They just can't stop thinking about what it would be like to be with you. They feel so intimately connected to you, both on a spiritual and emotional level. They're in a very flirty, playful energy. They definitely want to seduce you. I pick up on The Fool energy. This feels very dreamy and ecstatic. They're just on cloud nine whenever you're around and you may perceive it in their energy. I got a specific message of this person making a focus on your hands. Also, they definitely touch themselves thinking of you. And it makes them feel guilty because a part of them believes you wouldn't be comfortable with it. This person really tries to keep that sexual energy under control because they don't want to scare you off. I'm getting the message that they don't want to give you the impression that they only care about your body. They want to form an emotional bond with you because they feel like you go well together and that you're on the same wavelength. This person wishes to be in your vicinity and nuture the chemistry that you have. You bring out their inner child and make them want to venture out of their comfort zone, explore their fantasies of course but also all aspects of a relationship with you. They may want to be friends with you but in their mind, they wish you were more than that. Now I'm picking up on another song, Just friends by Keshi and that specific line : "if we fuckin, are we just friends?". I get a very specific message of someone telling their person that they want to be friends and the other being like "okay, we can do that". But the more they stay in contact the stronger the attraction gets and this person is thinking "friends shouldn't be thinking of each other that way, I just can't be friends with group 1 when I have such thoughts about them".

It feels to me like this person's mask is shattering and they won't be able to pretend for too long. If they haven't already, they will show signs of their interest being more than friendly with the way they talk to you, the way they act around you, how they look at you and so on. Things will start to slip up. Maybe they will compliment you more than usual. Or you'll notice they're wearing a specific outfit more often , which you approved of one time. Something about their energy will just feel different, more intense.

Group 2

"Yeah I really wanna stay all day with you. You know what we'll be going through?"

Boundaries, The Universe, Ask Body, Withdraw, Compassion, The Observer, back of the deck Release

Another song that may be relevant to your group is Psycho by Red Velvet as I've been hearing it in the back of my mind right before I started interpreting your cards. The person we're talking about is trying to let go of the need to control your connection. They do their best to focus on other things in their life. Which they kinda succeed at. At times, they still catch themselves thinking of you a bit too much in their opinion. The truth is, this person's love for you is so grand and vast they're afraid it would swallow the both of you whole. And this person, to protect you and the connection, has decided to take their distances a bit to allow you some space and time to decide for yourself whether that was something you truly wanted. This person is keeping you at arms length. They want to ignore you but something in their energy is just constantly reminding them of your existence. Specifically, they feel a tug in their body, a warm sensation that they immediately associate with you. This person is very in tune with their intuition and they instictively know when you're thinking about them. I get a message that you and this person are mirroring each other when it comes to your energies and how you feel about the other. This person knows that you are watching them from afar and they have no problem with that. They feel compassion towards you because they know you may be facing the same troubles as them. They have a lot of affection for you and more than anything, they just wish for you to be happy. They are conscious of their issues and the difficulties that come along with loving them. And they don't want to impose those on you.

I get the message that you and this person live at a distance from one another and are not in contact right now. At least not as much as you maybe used to. As you are taking time away from each other and keeping to yourselves, this person is maybe noticing things they didn't pick up on before, either about themselves or about you. They are also trying to gain clarity on their own perception of what is going on. I get a feeling like they are not sure about how they feel towards you or where they want things to go. So taking a break allows them to really figure out what you mean to them. As they're not seeing you, their third eye is actually awakening. The farther away you are from them the more channeling they're able to do. This person is in a phase where they need to find themselves and explore the depths of their own consciousness. So they are not as emotionally available as they used to. They care about you but those feelings have been put aside as they are called to focus on their purpose. Even though you hold a special place in their heart, they have other priorities that they are not willing to set aside because of how important these are to their own path. I feel like this person is going through a spiritual awakening and this is leading them to progressively disconnecting from you. And a part of them hopes that you'll be able to understand that this isn't something they're doing out of pleasure.

Group 3

"Big communication, tell me what you want. Translate your vibration, let your body talk."

The Alchemist, Transmute, Power, The Revolutionary, The Pillar, Ask Body, back of the deck Destruction

I get a lot of sexual tension coming from this group. The person you were thinking of is very attracted to you, so much so that they have a hard time holding it back. It is so intense at times that it scares them. They feel like if they give in to what they've been thinking and feeling, they'll lose control and ruin it all. How they feel towards you is very visceral. And the more time goes by the deeper their feelings get. This person feels like you've left a strong impression on them and an indelible mark on their life. Now that they've met you, they can never be the same again. They feel very inspired by you and motivated in your presence, you make them feel like they can take on the world and make miracles happen. You give them the courage to try things they never thought they'd do before. You push them to be a better person and question their beliefs. This person feels like they have to protect you at all costs. I get the message of this person getting outraged imagining you being with someone else. Like, they may be working or just chilling out in their home and suddenly an intrusive thought comes of you being flirted with by another person. And they kick their feet in anger and just completely lose focus. I can hear them say "no! I can't let that happen ! Don't you touch my person!". They just feel very possessive of you and a part of them wishes it weren't like that. They feel a bit ashamed because they think you wouldn't like it. Like "what gives me the right to be so clingy? They are a human being they have the right to live without me" but at the same time they just can't help it. I was hearing "I'm a s*c*er for you". Also, I picked up on LOSER from BIGBANG. I get the message of this person being clingy because they're afraid to lose you. They didn't get many opportunities in their life to love someone like they love you. I feel like this person had been alone for a long time before they met you and thus forgot what it was like to love and be loved. And now that they were reminded of it, they just don't want it to stop.

I get the message of this person strongly wishing for you to stay in their life for as long as possible, even imagining a future where you are together as a couple, having your own home and family. They fantasize a lot about what life with you would be like. But also a part of them wonders if they'll ever be able to get to this level. It's like they doubt that they're capable of such a thing or they're afraid you wouldn't deem them worthy. I get the message they put a lot of pressure on their shoulders because they think you deserve the finest things in life. They put you on a pedestal. I think you became this person's support system and that means a lot to them. You may be came at a time in their life when they were feeling like all hopes of being happy were lost. Maybe you helped this person overcome whatever trouble they were in and they feel indebted to you. I also got the message that you transformed this person's conception of love and relationships. Specifically I pick up on someone that used to claim they would never get married but after meeting you, they changed their mind. Also their ego got "destroyed" at your contact. They had put up walls to protect themselves which you dismantled one by one. This person really burns with desire for you and if they could get you all to themselves they would be the happiest person alive. If they were maybe distant in the past or acting cold towards you I feel like overtime this person may be showing you a lot more of their softer side and attraction for you. They may be teasing you a lot or just being more present overall, trying to be all up in your space, mainly to make sure no one else tries to steal their spot in your heart.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

The Divine Feminine: Welcome to Hell

Here is part 2 of this fic! Happy halloween!

Warnings: descriptions of hell and other deities, mentions of curses/death, p in v, oral (fem receiving), fingers, multiple orgasms, cnc, daddy kink, supernatural x human relationship

WC: 12,159

Y/N and Hades (Harry, to her) had been living in a love bubble all through the spring and summer seasons. Persephone was gracing the world with her gifts of plenty and beauty, all the while her husband did ungodly things to Y/N and her fragile, yet completely perfect human form. But as the autumn neared, Y/N knew that her time with him would soon come to an end as he had mentioned to her previously.

“I’m not going to abandon you.” Harry murmured against the skin of her stomach. His lips tickling her with the words he formed, causing goosebumps to break out onto her skin.

“Hey, no mind reading.” She reminded, tugging at his luscious curls with a bit of force and he chuckled.

“I can’t help it. Sometimes you just think really loudly.” He said and she smiled. She sometimes wondered if she was completely delusional and in the midst of a psychotic break and none of this was real…but the marks he’d leave on her body, his scent lingering on her bedding, and the romantic gestures he’d lavish her with, proved otherwise.

“I guess I just don’t know how this will work… I mean, you love Persephone.”

“I do. But I love you most.” He said before kissing right above her belly button.

“Liar.” She whispered and he glanced up to her.

“Do not accuse me of lying. I could turn you into a…bug!” He threatened playfully and she cackled, which caused him to laugh along with her.

And when their fit did down she hummed as she patted his head a few times,“Go right ahead. Make me a little lady bug if possible and I can live on your shoulder. Go everywhere with you.” She said and he smiled and shook his head before continuing to kiss down her body to get to one of his favorite places on her body. Her eyes being his most favorite body part of hers, he would be lost in them if she’d let him. He moaned hungrily as he took in her scent and then latched his mouth to her sopping pussy. 

He lived for the way her fingers scratched at his scalp and pulled his curls hard as he honed in on her sensitive, little button until he had her withering on his tongue. She was absolutely delightful on his tongue and he couldn’t stop when he got started. Soon enough, his fingers were joining in the mix and she was soon coming several more times from his thick digits massaging the sensitive spots of her hot, tight inner walls. 

He’d found this spot inside of her that no matter how many times he’d go over it, it’d make her come undone for him until she was an unbelievably sticky and sloppy mess between her legs. So fucking wet that when he’d finally get his big cock in her it’d continuously slip out, making him groan in desperation as it interrupted his pleasure just when he was getting close. It was torturous and he absolutely loved it. Loved filling her with load after load of his come until each thrust had his seed squelching out of her tight little hole. He’d taught her endurance in their months together, but he would still wear her out. He just couldn’t stop burying himself in her or devouring her, connecting with her.

“Fuck baby, you just feel so fucking good… you’re so fucking good.” He moaned his praises as he got ready to come, “One more for me, I know you’ve got one more in you.” He muttered as she groaned into the mattress, her legs were trembling as she clutched the sheets beneath her as he drilled into her from behind. Her eyes were rolling back as she whimpered and keened such beautiful sounds of ecstasy. His finger at her clit was incessant and before she could even beg him to give her break her walls were clamping down around his cock.

“Oh my god…” she gasped as he ground his cock into her to help carry her through her orgasm. She felt like she was floating, it had all been so much, she was sweating and panting as he fucked her clean through it. Her body shivered with overstimulation as he started to thrust harder and faster, getting himself off now for the last time. She was like putty in his hands, he could use her however he pleased, she trusted him that much.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He grunted as he delivered a few more sharp thrusts before stilling deep inside of her. His hands were around her hips, holding her flush against his body as he spilled his hot load of come into her. And he was panting as he came down, but refused to withdraw from the warmth of her body. He started lowering his weight over her, crushing her beneath him and she hummed happily as he finally settled over her. After a few moments he started to shift them onto their sides. Her back was flush to his front. His cock, still hard, was sheathed inside of her, twitching occasionally when her muscles would spasm around his length. “You’re everything.” He mumbled against her ear and she tangled their fingers together, “Wish you could be with me forever.” He said quietly.

This made her smile. Y/N had never really felt like she had a place in the world. She had always struggled to fit in, to find a place in it where she felt like she belonged completely. She’d wondered before if maybe she wasn’t meant for this earth? But she had no idea what Harry’s world was like. She was curious, but she also realized that in order to be there she’d have to die and she didn’t want to die. Not yet at least. There were so many things that she still wanted to do and experience…like tornado chase, travel to Europe, or see her favorite band live at least once. As much as she had grown to love him, he was Hades. He transcended time, he was the god of the underworld. He was the ruler of the afterlife, the highest judge in the universe! At the end of their life every single being answered to him for the way they’d spent their time. He was justice. He was vengeance. He was a God. It baffled her that a being as simple and fragile as her could even catch his eye.

“You shouldn’t think so highly of me, love.” He spoke quietly, like a whisper but in her head and she smiled.

“And why not?” She though inquisitively.

“You’ll make me too arrogant.” Was his response. She loved that she could hear his voice without it needing to be audible. 

“As if you needed any help with that.” She quipped in her mind as she grinned and he swatted the side of her thigh quickly and a giggled bubbled from her mouth melodiously.. “You should stop hearing my thoughts.” She reminded him, speaking aloud this time.

“I want to show you my world. Everything that I can offer you whenever you’re ready to join me.” He said and she sighed.

“What if I’m old and gray by then?” She questioned and he squeezed her tighter.

“I can become old and gray too or restore you to whatever age you desire to be.” He said and she hummed.

“That’s fascinating.”

“It is.” He agreed, “You know, there’s…a spell that can grant you temporary immortality. I could learn more about it and perform it on you, that way you can see everything there is to see without having to die.”

“Hmmm… a little weekend getaway to hell? Sounds nice.” She said teasingly and he chuckled and kissed her bare shoulder.

“S’paradise too, you know?” He said.

“I thought that was Olympus.”

“No, that’s where most of the other deities live. People don’t go there.” He explained and she hummed in understanding.

“Is it dangerous? The spell?” She asked.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to consult Hecate, she’s one of the goddess that also dwells in the underworld. That’s her area. We can weigh out the pros and cons together.”

“Alright, it’s worth looking into I think.” She decided, “And what about your wife? The first day of Autumn is just two days away.” She pointed out and he hummed.

“I’ll talk to her. Tell her about you. I think she’ll be glad that I’ve found someone other than her to keep me happy.” 

***********

Every time Persephone made her descent back to the realm of the Underworld Hades would throw a bash for her. It was an absolute lavish feast and everyone was a huge part of it, Admittedly, Hades had been very distracted with his favorite, little human so he only had those 3 days to plan this feast whereas before he encountered Y/N, he’d begin planning at least a month in advance. As soon as Hades arrived back in his realm several of his fellow deities conjured themselves.

“Are we having the feast or not?” Thanatos asked.

“Yes. I know I’ve been gone a lot-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got it. The dead remain dead, all is in order.” He assured his friend and Hades smiled.

“Thank you.”

“You deserve this. You never have your fun.” He said and Hades chuckled.

“Let’s ummm, make this feast more intimate, yeah?”

“Alright. And ummm, let’s search through Elysium and the Meadows for some musicians. Just the better ones.” Harry said and Thanatos nodded.

“Nyx and Erebos did start setting up the great hall in their home a few days ago.”

“And your brother?”

“Wandering about the world. After you were gone more than a week he also took a leave. We shouldn’t count on him for any of this.” Thanatos said of Hypnos.

“Alright, fair enough.” Hades chuckled.

“I must tell you, Persephone is a bit…unsettled.” Thanatos warned. 

“Why?”

“Hecate overheard Eros bragging about “striking the ruler of the underworld with his arrow to fall in love with a human”. Boastful little prick…” he huffed and Hades sighed, “Ever eager to gossip, Hecate mentioned this to Persephone, or so I’ve been told by Hermes.” Thanatos explained.

“Unbelievable.”

“I told them it was just Eros being a prick. We all know how bitter he still is over Persephone’s rejection all those millennia ago…” 

“Can I be honest?” Hades said and Thanatos nodded.

“Of course.”

“He’s not just being a boastful prick…I think he succeeded.” Hades admitted. Thanatos was shocked to hear this. 

Anyone who knew the pair knew that the one with an unwavering and undying devotion in this marriage was Hades. He never even thought to gaze upon another being. And anyone who knew Persephone knew that despite her mostly pleasant and benevolent manner, she had inherited the jealously and wrath of her father, Zeus. She could be cold and senseless in her wrath. Hades knew this and it worried him for Y/N.

“If what you say is true then your human is in danger.” Thanatos said solemnly.

**********

Hades had been unsettled after his conversation with Thanatos. He had mentioned to Y/N that he would be rather busy until Persephone’s return and she fully understood this, but he needed someone to protect her from any possible attacks that his wife might hurl at the unsuspecting and fragile human who had his heart. 

Typically he would call on his own wife or Hecate when someone or something required the utmost protection, but these two were the ones who’d been consorting all summer long and likely had turned against him to some extent. Persephone was reasonable, maybe he could convince her to not harm Y/N. But what worried him was that she was all alone on earth without anyone there to guard her. Hades wasn’t all that excellent in his practice of spells, but he did find himself at his altar, performing a spell for Soteria - the spirit of deliverance and protection - for Y/N. Being Hades, the spirit realm was always more susceptible to his wishes. And it gave him peace to know that his offering was accepted. 

The next couple of days passed by quickly and soon they were congregated in the great hall of Nyx’s home as a grand and gorgeous theme played as Hecate and Hermes escorted Persephone inside. Of course, Hades was pleased to see her, he did love her, but it was different now. Still, he was fast to meet her and take her back into his arms as he kissed her lips with adoration. She didn’t have to know that he longed for another’s taste.

“Welcome home, darling.” He said and she smiled.

“Thank you.” She responded softly.

Persephone expected far more fanfare than this small feast that was laid out before her. Typically the underworld was alight upon her return. She had mostly dismissed Eros’ whisperings about him supposedly claiming a victim in her husband, the all powerful Hades. But the thought reentered her mind when she saw the reception he’d given her this time.

It was still lovely, but this was not at all what she was accustomed to. She was his queen. The second most sovereign being in his realm…did she not deserve more than this? It baffled her, it truly did. So when they finally returned to their home and he did not immediately jump at the opportunity to worship her body, she had to confront him.

“Are you not happy to have me back home?” Persephone’s question didn’t catch him off guard. He expected it, he had just been trying to figure out a way to tell her.

“Of course I am.”

“Then what’s the matter?” She questioned him sternly. He was trying to find the words, “Does it have to do with that human you took as a lover?” She asked, “The one that Eros is bragging to all of Olympus about making you fall in love with?” She added and Hades sat at the edge of the bed and sighed.

“Yes.” He said simply and he could just sense her rage boil up in her blood. He could practically hear her thoughts of revenge and the level of cruelty she was imagining made him grateful for having cast those protective spells over his love. “You can’t hurt her.”

“Hecate has more power than those spirits you pray to.” She said and Hades turned to her.

“Please don’t do anything to her.” He said and she was just so stern.

“You were only devoted to me, Hades. And then some pathetic, mortal little thing appears and you’re done for?”

“I didn’t know this would happen! You told me it was alright. To just do as I pleased and I did! You take lovers all the time! For ages sometimes and I’ve never felt threatened by any of them!”

“Yeah, because you’re fucking Hades! And I’ve never fallen in love with any of my lovers. At least not in the way that you’re in love with this human.” She argued.

“It’s not like I planned for this to happen! It just did…” he explained, “I’ve even…considered asking the fates what I should do because I don’t know what to do.” He said honestly and she shook her head.

“I don’t even want to know what they’d ask you for in exchange for revealing something unknown to you.” She said.

“I know… it would be absolutely insane, but I don’t want to hurt you or Y/N. That’s her name.” He said.

“Don’t tell me her name.” She mumbled, “So what…you make her immortal and make her queen of the Underworld? Then what happens to me?” She asked. “You fought tooth and nail to save me from being hurt, you treated me until I learned to love you and-”

“You’ve never been in love with me, Persephone. I know you’ve tried, but it’s never been like what I felt for you. Like what I’m feeling now for her.” Hades explained. And well, she couldn’t’ argue with that. Did she love him, of course, he risked his existence to save her from the cruelty of the Olympians, but she was never as devoted to him as he was to her. He worshipped the ground she walked on…and not having that felt…empty. “And no, I wouldn’t make her queen, you’re great at it. You’re balanced and smart and I trust you to always do the best thing. She’d just…be here with me when her time on earth comes to an end.”

“What if she lives to be 90? And she’s all…frail and ugly?” Persephone asked.

“Hebe owes me one.” He said and she sighed.

“This is…madness. Even if you’re the ruler of the underworld, she still needs to be judged and she’ll be confined to whatever region of this place that she deserves to be in.”

“She’s good. All good.” He said and she scoffed.

“There’s no such thing.” Persephone said incredulously.

“Look, just watch her for a few days. Just look at how she lives, the way she is, the things she does…” Hades appealed and Persephone shook her head, “Please. I want to bring her here,  show her what it’s like. With Hecate’s help-”

“She won’t help you without my blessing.” Persephone cut him off.

“I know that. That’s why I want you to just observe her. I assure you, she’s no threat to you. She never will be. She’s not like us…she has no lust for power or position, she just…wants to be happy.”

“Oh great, just what we need, another Hedonist like Hypnos and Dionysus…” she quipped.

“If she doesn’t have power over anything what would it matter?” He asked and she sighed. “Please, Persephone. I have given so much for you. For your happiness. Would you not do this one thing for me? For my chance to have the happiness the rest of you have had for millennia?” He appealed and she just had to tear her eyes away from his as she felt her heart softening a bit, her obstinance slowly melting away.

“Fine.” She said and Hades smiled happily. 

***********

After a week of settling back into her routine in the underworld, Persephone traveled to the earthly realm to observe Y/N. It irritated her how painstakingly kind she was. Hades was right, she was far too good for this earth. She was a school teacher for children and she was excellent at it. She was charitable, nonjudgmental, and admittedly she was ethereal in beauty. She’d fit right in with the other deities. After observing her that first week, Persephone asked Hecate to join her in her observations. They watched her closely, scrutinizing every single thing she did. Hades had mentioned to her that he was supposed to be visiting her the week after she had done her observing, but when she called Hecate to join her he couldn’t leave. They were the main three rulers of the underworld. So he couldn’t go and each night, she’d have to put up with endless questions from him about what Y/N had been doing? Did she seem disappointed? Was she angry at him? And she starved him of any answers. Hecate even cast a spell over her so that he couldn’t see or hear her thoughts. It was cruel, but the more she observed this human, the more she understood why Hades had fallen for her nurturing and pure spirit. 

Of course she was disappointed that he hadn’t come. She called him “Harry”, which she felt was rather insulting, to bestow a god of his caliber with an earthly name, but that’s who he was to her. He was right, there was no longing for power or strength or wealth - she just wanted love and acceptance - the kind of love that he had given to Persephone for millennia and that she had never really understood or appreciated. She and Hecate heard Y/N’s thoughts on the situation, her understanding that even if he could take lovers, that his wife was his reason for living. That he adored her. He had apparently shared with her their true story and it made her sad for Y/N. To see her so powerless in this situation, to see her just accept the fact that she’d never get “Harry” back.

“I can’t stand to see her that miserable any more. I’m going back.” Hecate said after their 3rd week of observing her. But the second Hecate made it back to the underworld, Hades was traveling to earth. It was just moments later that he met eyes with Persephone before he conjured his physical form in her apartment.

“Harry!” She gasped when he suddenly appeared, startling her. “God, you scared me so bad!” She groaned and threw the strawberry she was about to eat at him. He just glanced down at the spot on his chest that had just been hit by the fruit, but she was soon stepping up to him and hugging him tight. “It’s good to see you.” She smiled as she pulled back from their hug.

  “You too. I’m sorry, I’ve been really busy.” He explained and she nodded.

“I understand, but ummm…I needed to talk to you about something.” She said and he immediately frowned. Persephone tuned into her thoughts and soon understood that she was going to ask him to end things. 

“I already know what you’re going to say. No. I’m not ending this.” He said and she groaned.

“No mind reading!” She scolded and he sighed.

“I already told you, love. I can’t help it sometimes!” He defended himself and she sighed.

“Look, it’s for the best.” She said and he pouted, “I know that you can take lovers but…this is not that.” She said to him, “You have a wife. A wife who you said yourself, is basically your other half!” She explained, “You should go be with her. I mean…what’ve I got left here, another 40-50 years on this earth? I’m just going to get slower, older, weaker, more fragile…I love you, I love you with my whole heart but I can’t spend my life waiting for you to come back when you have a chance. You keep the balance, your role in this universe matters far more than my own, Harry. Your time is better spent in the Underworld than just…wasting time with me.” She explained and he smiled at her.

“It’s never a waste time when I’m with you.” He said and Persephone nearly gagged at the way they were looking at each other with so much adoration. Sure, she loved him, but not nearly as much as this little human loved him. Loved him so much that she was willing to sacrifice her own happiness for his? 

“You know what I mean.” She huffed.

“I talked to my wife about you.” He said and she frowned, “I want you.” He said and her gaze softened but she shook her head.

“No, Harry. You can’t do that to her.” Y/N said.

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do here but the trouble with that is that I…am in love with you now.” He explained and she looked so conflicted.

“I love you too-”

“I know.” He smiled.

“The blasted mind reading!” She groaned in irritation and he chuckled and grabbed her hands.

“Sorry.” He laughed breathily, “It’s the truth though. It’s different with you. Everything is just different and I want you t-to be with me. Forever.” He said and she chuckled nervously.

“Oh my god…”

“I know.”

“But how?”

“We’ll find a way. And it doesn’t have to happen any time soon. You should enjoy your life for however long you need, but just know that you’re the one I want by my side age after age, until the world passes away. We’ll just be together, loving each other, exploring everything the universe has to offer because I’m a fucking god and we can do that.” He said and she was smiling as tears trickled down her face.

“That sounds phenomenal but is she OK with that?” She asked and well he stayed quiet. He knew she was there, watching, listening to his profession of love.

“Yes.” Persephone caved. Her response so soft that only his hearing could detect it. 

“Yes. She’s ok with it.” He said and she sighed in relief.

“I don’t have to like…be the queen of the underworld right? Like I can just…hang out?” She asked nervously and he just hugged her into his chest as he laughed. He could also hear Persephone laughing a bit at her question.

“Yeah, baby. You can just hang out.” He said softly before kissing her head and with that settled Persephone disappeared back to the Underworld.

**********

It was a few days later when Hecate had been able to really perfect the spell to grant Y/N a temporary immortality for her visit to the underworld. She was going for the weekend so she could see what everything was like. Obviously, it was nothing like you’d imagine, but they had inspired storytellers in the ancient times with terrifying images and ideas to scare people into behaving just a little bit better. Which, Harry had assured her of as the day of her visit grew closer. 

Finally, the day came and Harry had appeared in her home with an ethereal, feminine being at his side. She was as tall as him, with a slender build. Her skin was pale and she had long, black hair creating a very stark contrast. Her eyes were a cold gray color that seemed to look straight through her soul but Y/N could not look away.

“This is Hecate. One of the main rulers of the underworld. She will cast the spell on you to grant you immortality for your visit.” He explained.

“I must warn you that you will fall terribly ill when you return from your visit. The travel between realms will catch up to you when you’re back in your human form. It’s relatively normal.” She admonished.

“I understand.” Y/N said and with that confirmation she started speaking in what Y/N could only assume was some celestial or greek language. Little sparks started to appear around her and then they started drawing closer to her. She winced when they started to stick to her skin. The little flecks of light felt hot against her, but she held perfectly still, and she gasped when they started to be absorbed into her skin. She could see her hands and arms radiating more and more and more until suddenly everything stopped. Her head felt fuzzy for a few seconds before Hecate grabbed her hand and out of nowhere slit the palm of her hand with a blade. Y/N winced and pulled her hand away quickly.

“Was that necessary?” Harry reprimanded Hecate as he hurried over to Y/N, “Are you alright?” He asked as he grabbed her trembling hand but when the two glanced down to inspect her wound they saw as it started to fade until it was gone, leaving no trace of the injury.

“I had to make sure it worked.” She smiled to Hades.

“Ready to go?” He asked and Y/N bit her lip and nodded. 

They opened up a portal, so she could know exactly where to go and Hecate walked through first and disappeared. Then he grabbed her hand and gave Y/N a reassuring smile before he started leading her through it. It felt tingly as she made it past the portal into some in-between dimension. It was overwhelming. She could suddenly hear everything. Nature, people talking in many languages, cars, ambulances, animals…it was just so busy. And as they continued stepping through that in-between dimension it started going dark. “I’ve got you.” Harry assured her as they were surrounded by pitch black before they were suddenly stepping out to what appeared to be a river bank. It looked like a gorgeous and peaceful place. The sun looked to be setting at the moment and it made the water glimmer and glisten beautifully, it looked like liquid gold. The ground they walked on was lush green grass and before her was a wide river and on the opposite side of it she could see gorgeous, glistening castles settled deep into the landscape. It was breathtaking, there was so much to see, but then Harry turned to her, capturing her attention.

“Welcome to hell.” He grinned and she chuckled.

“It’s…beautiful.” She said and he smiled and nodded. “Where did Hecate go?”

“She had other business to attend to. I’m going to give you a tour.” He said as he guided her over to a dock where a lone man stood at the very end. The boards slightly creaked as they walked over to the man standing at the end of the dock.

“My king.” The older man said and half bowed as soon as Harry, well Hades, approached.

“Charon, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Charon, he-”

“Guides the souls down the rivers of the underworld.” She said and Harry nodded. Charon seemed pleased that she knew of him, the slight smile on his face gave it away, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

“Precisely. I will take her around myself.” He said and Charon nodded and then waved his hand and another boat started to emerge from the water. Harry got in first and then he helped her on and with a wave of his hand, they started to glide froward. 

“The layout of the underworld is basically a circle that funnels down. This is the main river, the River Styx. With each full turn you make around the river you descend into a deeper level of the underworld. Obviously, the lower you go-”

“The less pretty it is.” She said.

“Exactly.” He confirmed as they started to veer to the right. “To descend you would find the portal in the water and that will take you lower.” He explained. “That small offshoot there is the river Acheron. The river of pain and suffering, this is the way all souls go and it takes them to the judgement chamber where their life will be weighed and their fate decided. This is all part of the top level. The main land is where we deities reside as well. The little bit of land there with the large building is the judgement chamber. And then we have some islands coming up in just a few moments.” He said as they glided through the water at a faster pace now that they were riding a current.

“That is Elysium.” He said and she gasped as she took in the island. It was lush and vast. Not as vast as the mainland where the deities resided but it was something to behold. There were also gorgeous greco-style buildings residing on a hills that peeked out of the tree line at its base. They weren’t all that close to the island, but she could make out a few people on the grassy fields. “This is essentially paradise. Not too many people go there. The souls that have earned a place in Elysium are given the choice to stay here or drink from the river Lethe and start a new life on earth.” He explained and she looked surprised.

“So reincarnation is a thing?”

“Yes and no. So for those who have lived a life worthy of Elysium, their paradise is whatever they choose for it to be if they choose to stay.” He explained, “So if I were to have died and made it here and decided to stay in Elysium, everything I was in my life stays with me. I would remember what I did in my life, my family, friends, and say I wanted to have you with me. I could very well ask for my paradise to be your apartment with you for ever and ever, though it’s not really you, of course, but to those who stay it doesn’t really matter. You could come out to the fields, befriend other fellow residents of the islands, essentially do anything you wanted to do. The universe is so vast that each person that chooses to stay in Elysium essentially gets their own world. That building you see at the top of the hill?” She nodded, “That’s the entrance and exit to each person’s paradise. Obviously there’s a hall there for feasts and anything else you could want. But most people who are here tend to stay in their own world. Their utopia.” He said and she smiled.

“Wow… and what if you grow tired of it?”

“Most don’t ever leave it. But you can always…start over. You can take the ferry to the river Lethe, have a sip and everything you were gets wiped clean and the essence of your soul is just used for a new person. Every single person is unique, but the substance of your souls are the same, that’s what makes you alive, it’s what some would call the breath of life or consciousness. So it’s not exactly like the typical reincarnation where you remember the lives your soul has lived through, it’s just what makes you a living being. And life just, keeps going…there’s not really any purpose or meaning intended for it, the meaning and purpose are entirely up to you as an individual, it’s just what you make of it.” He explained and she nodded in understanding and once again they took off. That kind of blew her mind; learning that the purpose of everything was just to be and make your own meaning. It gave her more peace than anything.

“How many people have made it to Elysium?” She asked as they started to pick up speed again.

“In all of history?” He asked and she nodded.

“1,000 maybe?” He asked and she looked shocked.

“Anyone I might know?” She asked with a smile.

“Ummm…J.R.R. Tolkien.” He said and she gasped.

“Really?”

“He was a wonderful man. Everything he did was done with love and the utmost care. He loved the earth, he loved looking after it. He took care of people even when they were awful to him…he was a stellar man.” Harry explained with a smile.

“Did he stay?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yep. He just wanted to be with his family again.” He smiled and she did too.

Before they knew it, they were rounding the river and he was guiding them down to the portal to the next level.

“This is as far down as we’ll go. I’m not going to take you all the way to the bottom, it’s not a nice place to be.” He said and she nodded. The second level was a bit darker. It looked very normal, but the land was vast and it looked like a city with farmland almost. Like earth basically. “This is the place where most people go. The Asphodel meadows and the Fields of Mourning, then running directly through these you’ll find the Cocytus river, it irrigates the fields. So on this level people basically live normal lives. They’re working the tasks they are assigned until they have worked off their bad deeds. Then, they get taken to the River Lethe, drink from it, and start a new life on earth.” He said and she hummed.

“So not too bad.”

“No, very neutral. They get food, water, to sleep, it’s all very humane. But kind of like prison I guess, where you do some labor so that you’re not just, chilling in purgatory. And depending on how much bad they did is how much time they spend here.”

“What about kids?”

“Children and any other innocents get taken straight to Lethe.” He said and she nodded.

“And our animal friends?” She asked and he smiled.

“Their souls are a little different, they don’t have the same consciousness humans do and are considered innocents as well. So the ones that do incredibly heroic things are often given to those in Elysium who want an animal companion. The others get to go back to earth like every other being.” He explained.

“Oh my god…” She gasped as she saw a river that literally looked like lava starting to stem off.

“That’s the Phlegethon river. It’s so hot that as soon as you touch it you just…cease to exist. It’s fast and painless. All three rivers  merge here, so if we get on it we’d go down to Tartarus - that is essentially hell.” He explained as they started to make their way back up. “You have to be incredibly cruel to end up there.” He explained, “But it’s not like eternal torture. Basically everyone eventually ends up in Lethe to start a new life except these people down here, some souls are just corrupt. I have no idea why or where that comes from, but after a few tries at redemptions I learned that it wasn’t worth trying to redeem them. They just came back to hurt people again because it’s not the same type of bad that everyone else carries inside, this is a capacity for evil that is beyond repair.” He explained and she nodded, “Once they have suffered their sentence they get sent to the Phlegethon and that soul ceases to exist. So people who have senselessly murdered others for example, they have their own level and are often subject to the same pain as their victims. So someone like Jim Jones…he’s still down there. He’s to spend time in several of the levels.” He said and Y/N hummed.

“Wow, a cult leader?”

“Yeah, most of the cult leaders are down there for a while on several levels too, mostly for harming innocent people. They’re some of the most evil people.” He said. 

“Definitely. I approve of this system. Seems very fair to me.” 

“I agree. I mean, I am a bit bias as it was my design…but I think it works justly.” He said as they started to emerge by Elysium again. Then they started rounding the back of the mainland and soon were approaching a larger dock. Other boats were lined up there neatly, they were as nice as the one Charon had produced for Harry, or Hades. “You are not moronic for calling me Harry.” He said to her with a grin. She groaned and playfully smacked his arm.

“Stop reading my thoughts!” She said with a grin.

“You think really loud! I’m sure everyone heard that.” He chuckled and she rolled her eyes at him.

“I don’t even know what that means! How can one think quietly?” She giggled and he smiled.

“It’s not about being literally quiet. It’s about quieting your mind. Regulating your emotions.” He said and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “I can sense them and that lets me in your head. So when I do this…” he said as he leaned in, just an inch from her face. Her pupils blew wide and she immediately started to get excited to have him so close. “Your amygdala starts producing and firing dopamine, oxytocin, glutamic acid…and you start to get excited. Then you get a little horny for me.” He said teasingly and she bit her lip, “There’s so much going on and we as celestial beings can sense that. You’re vulnerable to your emotions and that allows me to get inside. And when I’m inside I can start to figure out that you want me to kiss you. That you want me to touch you in all those places that are part of your body, but actually belong to me now. I can practically feel your longing for me as if it were my own longing, angel.” He said and her skin was littered with goosebumps upon hearing this, “I know it has been quite a while hasn’t it? I’ve neglected you for basically a whole month and you can’t help but be this loud for me. Can you?” He asked and she moaned and grabbed his face before smushing her lips into his. 

She kissed him with the the fiery passion of a million burning suns. And as Harry gave into their kiss his emotions swelled and the adoration he felt for her overwhelmed him. Having her there with him in his world, having her meet the likes of celestial beings she never knew were real, showing her the secrets of the afterlife, it was such a special moment to him that he couldn’t help it as his joy just forced a surge of power from his body so great that the the waters of the river became agitated, and a beautiful breeze suddenly whipped around them, and the sun reemerged from the horizon. She pulled away upon feeling the sudden shifts around them and he chased after her lips, giving her a few more smiley kisses and when they parted and looked into each others’ eyes everything fell still again.

“Did you just…force the sun to come back up?” She whispered with a giddy grin and he actually blushed as she looked over his face. He looked just as surprised by this as she did. 

“I-I guess I did.” He said bashfully and she nuzzled her nose to his which made him feel so happy and warm inside. It was such a cute gesture that had caught him off guard and then she kissed the tip of his nose before pressing her forehead to his and he was blushing again, showing off that gorgeous and boyish toothy grin. It made him feel innocent, like a child. That’s something he had never felt in the ages of his existence. He had never even been a child, but the warmth and safety and comfort he felt then with her was a feeling he would cherish for eternity. “That’s how much I love you.” He said softly.

“I love you too.” She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and just held her close until they were docked safely. He helped her off and started guiding her down the path that would lead them down to all of the homes the deities lived in. “So how do we get to the top of the mountain?” She asked.

“We fly.” He said and she looked skeptical and he chuckled, “I’m joking. We teleport, through the portals.” He said and she cackled which made him grin. 

He then guided her to a portal opening, similar to the one they had arrived through. Moments later they were emerging on a path that led them straight to the steps that led up to the gorgeous, deep green door of the dark colored, gothic style castle. She would’ve said mansion, but it was far bigger than a mansion. She literally was glancing up at the intricacies of the exterior as they made their way up the steps. When he opened the door she smiled as she immediately looked around. It was beautiful and dark, it obviously looked great, but she loved that it was lived in, it wasn’t pristine and museum-like, like she imagined it might be.

“I love this.” She said with a smile as she spun around to take in the whole foyer.

“Yeah?” He asked as he came up, hands circling her waist and she nodded in confirmation.

“Ummm…are we staying here w-with your wife or-”

“No. I told her about you when she came back and how it’s different with you.” he said. “After a few days she had a new place built for herself.”

“Oh OK…so she’s not happy about it.”

“I don’t think it’s so much hurt as it is jealousy.” He explained, “The way I’ve been with her up to when she left the last time was…like a queen. She technically is, but you get what I mean. But I’ve been sharing her forever, she’s never had to share me before or see me treat someone else the way I’ve always treated her.” He explained as he started guiding her up the grand staircase. 

“Well sharing a body is far different than sharing feelings.” Y/N said and he smiled.

“You’re right, but I’m not sharing feelings though.” He said as he turned around to face her and her eyes softened. “Everything I did used to be all about her, for her…worshipped the ground she walked on and well…now you’re all I want. S’quite a big change.” He said and she hummed.

“I feel bad now.” She pouted and Harry shook his head.

“Don’t. I mean, she loved me for what I did for her, but never in the way I loved her.” He explained, “Hence the sharing option.” He added and she nodded in understanding.

“Would you share me?” She asked and he frowned.

“Absolutely not. Out of the question.” He said immediately and she giggled.

“Good.” She said and he smiled, “Do I have to share you?”

“Nope.” He said and she grinned, “I’m just yours, angel.” He said as his hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss. She melted at the feeling of his lips smooching into hers. Her hands wrapped around his body to hold him closer.

“Mmmm, does the house tour start or end in the bedroom?” She asked and he grinned.

“Fuck the tour.” He mumbled and she smiled as he suddenly picked her up hurried up the staircase and into his bedroom. She smiled when she saw it for herself. It was huge and dark, the bed was enormous with the most beautiful, wooden black bed frame holding it up. The carvings along the tall posts were intricate and she couldn’t help but inspect them when he set her down on the floor. She then glanced up at the high ceiling and smiled, it looked like she was staring straight into space.

“Is that-”

“Yep.” He smiled. “I keep a portal open into space. It’s so gorgeous to look at.” He explained and she smiled and let out a satisfied sigh.

“That’s incredible, Harry. Or should I called you Hades or?”

“Whatever you want, angel.” He said and she smiled.

“What if I call you… daddy?” She questioned as she sat on the bed and he smirked, “Or sir? Do you like that better?” She asked before she peeled her shirt off and dropped it on the ground. His mouth was watering and his eyes grew dark with arousal. His heart thumped as she stood and started to undo the button of her pants. She grinned as she watched his eyes rake down her body, his lip bitten beneath his teeth.

“What’s the difference?” He asked as he came closer. He too started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

“Mmmm, I think daddy is more on a tame level…” she said as she reached out to help him finish off his shirt. She loved his body…she now understood why all the Greco-Roman sculptures featured such ripped ass men…if the gods were the inspiration then the artists did a great job of capturing their beauty. She smiled up at him as her hands slid up his bare torso and helped the material off of his shoulders. “You’d continue taking care of me how you do, but you can make some rules for me to follow during our…sexy time.” she said and he chuckled, “You’re in charge. Play your part and I’ll play mine. And when we’re through, back to your sweet wonderful self-”

“I think I’d be sweet and wonderful the whole time.” He said and she smiled.

“True…with Sir, it feels a bit more…official…I’d…” she felt herself blushing jus thinking of it, but he could hear what she meant.

“You’d be all mine. Everything?” He asked and she nodded and he continued reading her thoughts, “Want me in your head? Want me to use you? Want me to own every part of you?” He asked and she bit her lip, “You’ve got some nasty thoughts for such a sweet little thing, you know?” He teased and she leaned into him and hid her face in the crook of his neck and kissed him there. His cock was hardening up quickly and she kissed up his neck, “Everything you’re picturing in that beautiful brain of yours, I can do those things to you.” He said lowly and smiled as she reached his jaw and kissed him there again.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, angel.” He smiled as his hands landed on her bottom. Kneading at her plush butt before landing a sharp smack. “When did you get so nasty?”

“After that first time.” She said and he chuckled.

“Liked that did you?” He asked lowly and she pulled back and nodded.

“Loved it. Love you. And I love what you do to me, how you make me feel when you just take me how you want. Just wanna be good for you.” She said and he smiled.

“You are. You’re so fucking good for me.” He hummed and grabbed her hands, “Now keep being good for me and suck me off.” he said lowly, “M’so fucking hard for you. Want to feel that hot little mouth drooling all over my cock.” He said and she smiled and tiptoed to kiss his lips before kneeling down and quickly undoing his pants so that she could get to him.

Her mouth watered as she released his cock. It slightly bounced from the weight of it as it fell forward. She wrapped her hand around him and glanced up at him as she let her tongue out of her mouth and placed his tip on the flat of it and he smiled as she licked and then sucked it between her lips.

“Fuck, good girl.” He hummed in satisfaction. Her slow strokes along his length and her sucking at his tip had his brain going fuzzy. He moaned when she tongued at his frenulum and he reached for her head, “Fuck yeah, keep doing that f’me.” He hummed and she did as she was instructed. Her free hand reached between his legs and cupped his balls which made his eyes close. She gave a gentle squeeze and he groaned in satisfaction. Her eyes squeezed shut as he pushed her head halfway down his sizable cock and with that, he was reaching the back of her mouth and after she adjusted she blinked her eyes open again before relaxing her jaw and sinking all the way down. “Oh shit…” he moaned with hooded eyes as his tip sunk into the tightness of her throat. Her eyes were tearing up, but when he read her thoughts, asking for more he smirked and thrust in a bit deeper. She choked down her gag as he started fucking her mouth. “Shit baby, so fucking good for me. Letting me fuck your throat like this. Should I give it to you like this more often?” He asked teasingly and she moaned however she could and Harry grinned before he pulled her off of him by the hair, “What was that, angel?”

“Yes, sir.” She responded breathily, her eyes were absolutely darkened with lust for him.

God, he wanted to take over her perfect and willing body but it was more satisfying to know that he didn’t need to go to those lengths to have her do to him all the filthy things he wanted. He smirked and then shoved her head back down and he sunk into the back of her mouth with far more ease this time around. She moaned around him, he could feel her trying to swallow but couldn’t and maybe what he did next was an evil thing but he found no will to stop himself as he groaned and came on the spot. His generous load flooded her mouth and he could feel her trying to swallow it down but in moments she was coughing around him and he pulled her away as she coughed out and swallowed down what was left in her mouth as she also swallowed gulps of air. His sperm was dripping out of the sides of her mouth and her mascara was running down her face, streaking down her kissable cheeks. 

“That’s what you wanted too, wasn’t it?” He asked and she rested her cheek against his thigh and nodded. “Your words, baby.” He insisted.

“Yes, sir.” She rasped out as she continued to regain her oxygen. Having him that far down really took away her ability to properly breathe and it made her head all fuzzy.

“You’re so good for me. You know that?” He hummed his praise as he pushed her hair out of her face, “Stand up and look at me, angel. Let me clean you up a bit.” He said and she glanced up at him and he smiled as he helped her stand. His thumb and index fingers cleaned at the sides of her mouth and she eagerly licked up the rest of his cum from them. He then swiped away her smeared makeup to have her looking good as new. “God, I love you so much.” He hummed with a smile as his eyes met her own and his palm cradled her face.

“I love you too.” She whispered as she leaned into his touch.

“S’your turn now, angel.” He spoke softly. “How should I go about it, hmmm? You still feeling a little wild or do you want me just like this?” He asked and she bit her lip mischievously as her eyes met his, “Alright then.” He chuckled, “What’s gotten into you?” He grinned as he pulled her over to the bed and let her fall down into the plush and heavenly mattress. 

She exhaled as she looked over his face, studying him just a bit. His hand reached out and traced down her side, he loved the curves of her body and the feeling of her skin under his fingertips. She smiled as he touched her lovingly, he could practically feel the life force in her emanating towards him when they were skin to skin. Not that the gods weren’t alive, but they were eternal, there was no need for their life force to fight to continue functioning, it was steady. But hers, it peaked and felt more intense when they were together. A human’s purpose was to find the things that made them feel happy and that in turn, helped them live longer and fuller lives. He was enamored with the fact that for her, he was what did it. He fed her soul all it needed to keep her going. He couldn’t wait until they could finally be together forever and ever. Yeah, he felt things a bit differently than she did but he felt what she felt as well. Like finally his existence had a purpose other than just dictating the fates of humankind. His purpose was to meet Y/n and fall in love. It had to be, because suddenly everything just made sense.

“Gonna answer my question?” He asked as she had just continued admiring him as he had been admiring her.

“Yeah sorry.” She giggled, “Just being here with you in this…realm?” She said with question, “I ca’t help but feel a little…small.” She explained and he frowned, “Oh no, not in a bad way. Just in a way that gives me some perspective. Like up on earth with me you’re just Harry, you know? Silly, sweet, far too giving, humble…normal.” she said and he smiled, “But being here, where you belong? I feel the difference.” She explained to him with a nod, “I feel how you’re different. How powerful you truly are. You’re a god.” She chuckled nervously, “And I don’t feel like I often treat you with the respect you deserve because we’ve always been on my turf, you know?” She said and he hummed, “So ummm…I think I’m just really settling into my role where I feel…comfortable right now. Which for some reason feels like a more…subservient position?” She said with a bit of questioning in her tone.

“Well first off, I need you to know that I don’t think of you any less whether we’re on earth or here. You belong by my side wherever we are, not beneath me.” He assured her and she smiled.

“Well maybe sometimes beneath you…” she murmured with a mischievous little smirk and he chuckled and rolled his eyes, “But ummm…I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t mind the power dynamic. It scares me a little but it also excites me.” She explained with a smile. “I like it more than I ever thought I would.” She shared and he smiled as his thumb ran over her kiss-swollen bottom lip.

“S’funny because when I’m with you I don’t feel like I have the advantage at all. Maybe that’s why I have to really try to…take on a more dominant role with you?” He shared, “You make me feel like I’ve always wanted to feel. Just a man.” He said and she smiled. “And yeah, I’d love to get freaky with you how you want.” he said with a grin and she giggled, “But I need you to know that I don’t think I’m bigger and better or more important than you. You’re all I ever wanted, I’ve been waiting eons for you.” He said softly and she blushed hard as her adoration just swelled and swelled until it manifested physically that way. “I’m so glad we found each other.” He said sincerely as he tenderly caressed her face.

“I am too.” Y/N smiled and then exhaled, “I often think about how…lucky I was that you were there that night.” She said and his gaze softened. “You didn’t have to interfere.” She said and he smiled slightly.

“I absolutely had to.” He insisted, “I was so angry for you.” He recalled, “The things that prick was thinking of doing to you…” he scowled, “And then seeing how pleased you were just to be there, possibly making a genuine love connection with someone? It was infuriating. You were so vulnerable, so well-intentioned. I couldn’t let him ruin your life. I had to do something. But that’s just it, isn’t it? Only I could have done something in that situation. It had to be me.” He realized and Y/N nodded. Her eyes were welled up with tears of joy because no matter how twisted the circumstance was, this had been meant to be.

“Yeah.” She whispered as she reached for his face. She cradled his perfectly sculpted jaw in her soft hand and he leaned into her touch. “I love you so much for it.” She said quietly and he smiled.

“I love you.” He smiled down at her before lowering himself enough to kiss her slowly.

Moments later his tongue was smearing against her own as their kiss quickly grew steamy. Her legs spread to let his hips down collide down into hers. The sizable outline of his cock rubbing over her clothed pussy was making her core tingle deliciously. She needed to feel his cock right up against her throbbing little clit. He was quick to peel off her underwear and sink off of the bed and onto his knees. He spread her legs and groaned at the sight of her. She was pretty everywhere. She smelled divine, it made his mouth water. He sponged kisses up her thighs until he was right up against her pussy. He let his tongue roll out of his mouth as his thumbs spread her open a little more and he started to lick at her entrance. Her little hole was oozing slick right onto his tongue. After she stopped squirming from that he teased around her clit until she was squirming again. Keening for him to mind her clit, shivering in anticipation of the feeling.

“Just a little bit more, baby.” He encouraged her, “Need you absolutely dripping f’me so I fit.” He mumbled against her pussy. 

“Wh-what?” she muttered in question and he glanced up at her.

“Baby, we’ve been doing things while I’m in my human form.” He chuckled and her eyes widened a bit at the realization.

“Right…duh…so what’s…different?” She asked. She was doing her absolute best not to show her nerves but she forgot way too easily that he could read her mind. Her precise thought in this moment was- How big is too big?

“Well it’s not exactly what you might think. My anatomy actually adapts to fill you perfectly. The spots that I can get to sometimes I’ll be invading from the start. If you beg me to go deeper I’ll get in deeper. If you want me to stretch you even more than I do now, you’ll get that. If you had some humiliation kink and needed me to be smaller then…” he trailed off and Y/N was completely enthralled by the idea of this. She already loved that he overwhelmed her in every sense of the word, she couldn’t even fathom how much fun this would be for her.

“I’ll need to be more mindful before I crave more than I can handle.” She said with a smile and he grinned up at her.

“That would be wise.” He hummed before smooching his lips against her inner thigh. “But just know that whatever you desire, whatever you need, s’already yours.” He said softly, “You’ve got me in the palm of your hand.” He said and she bit her lip to suppress her grin as he said this, “I bend to your will. You are the single most powerful being in the universe and you don’t even know it.” He said softly with the most belly-wrenching rasp before kissing a bit further up her thigh again. 

Y/N melted upon hearing him uttering these things to her and she reached down and grabbed him by the hair to push him back up against her dribbling pussy. “Please, keep going. I need to come on your tongue.” She insisted. 

Harry wasted no time in stuffing his face back against her sopping folds and sucking on her clit gently as he slid his fingers into her easily. Y/N felt absolutely helpless and at his mercy as his fingers reached a bit deeper and rubbed against that particularly sensitive part inside of her that just drew the sounds out of her with far too much ease. It was a lethal combination and it was taking her right to the edge far quicker than she was used to. The way that the tingles inside of her were starting to build up so fast and the heat was starting to surge up to her head as she focused everything she had on that feeling was making her body tremble.

“I’m gonna come!” She warned through a pitchy whine before she started to wither in Harry’s hand. It felt so good as her hips writhed and followed the movements of his hand and mouth, she ground herself against his mouth desperately. Making the most of the experience, riding it out and relishing in the breathless and magical feeling as Harry continued to fuck his fingers into her until she couldn’t breathe. Her sharp inhale got caught in her throat when his fingers mercilessly railed into her g-spot until she was gushing into the palm of his hand. Her grip on his hair was only getting tighter as he forced her into a second orgasm. He loved to feel her trembling beneath him, unable to even make a sound from how much she was feeling. He groaned and bit into her thigh gently as he started to slow down enough to let her catch her breath. Her sharp inhale made him grin and break the gentle grip of his bite on her plushy thigh.

“Fuck…” she giggled breathily and he glanced up at her. Her eyes were glossy and lidded and his were just dark, he was already hungry for more of her.

“Are you alright?” He asked and she nodded silently with a pleased smile adorning her lovely face.

“Very.” She smiled. And as his eyes met with hers his heart started to thump so hard as the singular thought in he heard was how much she loved him.

“Angel?”

“Yeah?” She asked as she smiled down at him and raked his hair back and off of his forehead.

“I wanna go slow.” He hummed as he started to press himself up. “Need to show you everything I feel. Need you to understand how it feels for me.” He said breathlessly before kissing her deeply, “Can I?” He asked between kisses and she nodded.

“Yeah. Please, show me.” She hummed, her eyes, all full of need and longing, locked onto his gaze. 

In seconds the energy shifted and she felt herself submerge deeper and deeper as he possessed her. She was looking at him from so far away inside of her mind. He was smiling  dopily as he surely read her thoughts. 

“Ready for me?” He asked and she nodded and prepared herself but he wasn’t sinking into her he was actually playing with her brain. She suddenly started to feel all fluttery inside. It was so intense.

“Sometimes it’s so bad I swear I have to throw up.” He said softly, his voice echoed and bounced off of the walls of her empty mind. “I feel so warm. So at peace.” He continued saying and all she could do was smile from her prison. She was dying to feel him inside. His erection was pressed up against her, she could feel the steady throbs of it against her. “Need me inside, angel?” He asked, she was begging for it, “Alright.” He hummed. She loved the smugness emanating from him. Moments later she was regaining control of herself. “Want you here with me.” He said and Y/N smiled and slid her hand up his strong bicep.

“Please.” She whispered with need. He licked over his lips before guiding his cock to her entrance. His hips pressed forward as she spread her legs wider for him, eager to feel him start to push inside of her. They both sighed in relief as his thick, ruddy tip sunk into her.

“Fuck, angel…” he grunted lowly as her warm, plush walls squeezed around his cock. 

Y/N moaned as he sunk in deep and ground into her, getting even further inside. He dropped his weight to his hips and really let her feel him inside of her. Her nails bit into his back as he started to rock his hips bak and forth setting a glorious pace. Their hips moved together like they were in a dance, back and forth, give and take. She felt so safe with him, she was obsessed with him. Her eyes squeezed shut when he ground down over her clit. A small whine slipped past her throat as he did things exactly the same until she was right on the edge.

“Not yet, baby. Not yet.” He instructed and she groaned in defeat as her limbs relaxed as her body eased out of it’s near climax.

He closed his eyes for a second and suddenly everything was growing dark and they were shrouded by swirls of stars and constellations. Her heart was swelling with awe and wonder at the vast beauty and then she just felt more love for Harry. 

“I’m making one for you.” He said, “A constellation.” He clarified and she chuckled because she had no idea what to even say to that! If she had his power she would’ve made one of him too. 

“I love you so much.” She declared softly and he dipped down to kiss her. He started to pick up his pace, delving deeper and deeper into her slick little pussy. He was dying to get her pregnant, the thought crossed his mind every single time he was inside of her. The was she squeezed around him, the ridges of her spongey and hot walls literally made him feel stupid. He felt like he lost all control, he would fuck her for hours if she could take it. He loved the idea of filling her up he had before…

“Can I come inside?” He asked and she nodded quickly.

“Please, daddy.” She emphasized and he groaned and started to go faster as he started to come undone. 

“Fuck, angel…” he groaned before he started to grunt with each thrust into her as he came inside. “You come until I’m done, okay?” He instructed and she nodded. He slowed his pace for a moment before flipping her onto her knees before he continued sheathing himself inside of her with long, slow thrusts. Her arms felt trembly as her fists squeezed the covers tight. He was fucking right into her spot and it was making her so fucking wet. They could hear it as he started to fuck into her harder, “Oh you feel so fucking good…” he moaned before squeezing her hips hard and then holding her against him as he pressed in as far as he could before grunting as he busted another nut in her pussy. 

Y/N’s mind was drawn a blank, she was absolutely drunk on him. Before she could even process it he had her on his lap and she was desperately humping up against him, fucking his cock with a rabid need. Her soft, little grunts were coming out in perfect time with her movements. Harry’s lips smooched down the valley of her breasts before he opened wide to suck her right nipple into his mouth. He sucked fervidly at it as she rode his cock, he needed to feel her coming around him.

“Come for me when you’re ready, angel. Wanna feel it.” He mumbled and she nodded. He snuck a hand between them and started to swirl his thumb over her clit, spurring on her orgasm. Y/N’s body was already taut and trembling, eagerly awaiting his permission to come. She started to lose her rhythm as the friction on her clit became too great of a distraction. Y/N was covered in goosebumps as the fire started to spread from her core all the way out to the rest of her body. Her tummy started to tighten as she felt her walls pulsing and throbbing around his big cock. She was absolutely stuffed of him. The wet sounds of his cum mixing with hers brought her that much closer to her end.

“I’m gonna come! Oh baby, I’m gonna come!” She gasped and he wrapped his arms around her midsection and hugged her close as she started to come. The pulses of her contracting walls around him pulled his final orgasm from him too. As she shivered in his arms he spurred on her pleasure by continuing to fuck her through his own orgasm, it was far too much but he could not stop. Being with her felt too good. They were both struggling through it, tears brimming their eyes until it was just too much and they had to slow down. 

“I love you so much. Just so fucking much…” he mumbled as they fell onto the mattress and kissed passionately. It was such a special and tender moment, everything about this was right. And as the kiss ended they were suddenly back in his bedroom and she smiled at him. He just took her in for a few moments, admiring her beauty, but then his smile faltered for a moment.

“Hey, don’t think about my mortality…” she said and he sighed.

“How’d you know?”

“I can read minds too.” She grinned and he smiled slightly. 

“Do you want all of that normal life stuff?” He asked and she shrugged.

“Not without you. But I also…don’t want to die.” She said and he nodded before kissing her cheek.

“There’s gotta be a way.” He said.

“If you find the way, you let me know. I’d say it’s worth a shot.” She said and he smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She confirmed.

She had no idea what any of this would entail and she didn’t really care. All that mattered to Y/N was that he was going to find a way to let them be together. He was her other half. There were no if, ands, or buts, it was a divine union. He was hers and she was his, always.

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[thatsmybook]

I wonder if Nicholas Scratch has a reputation in the witch world as being one that leads witches to their deaths. This could be why he is associated with the Darkhold or being an agent of Mephisto. "Old Scratch" or "Mr Scratch" is traditionally another word for the devil. This is Nicky's lasting known legacy in the world.

The truth is even worse. Yes, a child from birth was used to lure witches to their deaths when they gave in to their empathy for him and let their guard down. He was made to do this by his mother, even before he knew what he was doing. Nicky is the cause of and surrounded by death all of his life, and when he is able to understand what he is doing, he does it to make his mother happy.

Then, once he is dead, his mother uses the song he made with her out of love to lure even more vulnerable women to their deaths.

Nothing about Nicholas's life or legacy is good. Agatha made it that way. She did not do it maliciously to taint who Nicky was because she didn't care about the opinions of others. (Although she lets them believe a different story because her real story is too awful, so she must care a little). She knew he was a good soul, and that is all that matters to her. But she does know that when he was old enough to understand, he did not like that they were murdering witches together. His opinion is the only one she cares about. So she can not face him. Tellingly, she does nothing to change her ways in order to potentially be redeemed by him were she ever to meet him. Instead, she doubles down and carries on.

When Death calls her a coward, it makes me think she means this: she is too cowardly to do the work to change. To come to terms with the trauma she experienced with the first witches, she called family. To move beyond them and not treat all witches like they are her original coven. All witch-kind get punished for her original coven's actions. She tells Nicky witches will kill them so they have to kill them first. She's had 70 years before his birth and hundreds of years after to know that that is not true and to find a coven that will help her with her unique type of power and not judge her. To make her own found family of people who will understand and guide her to learn control of her succubus powers. To find witches like Billy who will trust her and willingly give her power. To then find witches who will feed, heal, protect her and her son and divine their future. She is over 70 years old when she gives birth to Nicky. She's had time. What does she choose to do with the time she's had at that point? Kill so many witches that she attracts Death and Death's love. What does she choose to do with the time Death gives her with Nicky? Make the beauty of his life and creativity about death and destruction.

As Death said during her trial with the spirits: she is scared. She was not scared of her mother as much as she was scared of Nicky showing up to punish her. When he does show up, he implores her to stop.

Her grieving stage is stagnant at anger and at times, shame. She occasionally shows signs of the acceptance stage when she whispers "sometimes boys die", and when she draws in Death's power during their kiss of death. Unlike every other person who walked the witches road (all who went there willingly knowing it was dangerous and deadly (apart from Sharon) but willing to face their trails and do the work to gain acceptance), Agatha walked the road knowing she would not be making any changes.

Her journey continues on in ghost form. And this is the dissatisfaction one feels with her at the end of the show. She has moved the needle ever so slightly by deciding to guide and love a boy who knows her yet accepts her. But she sees the road as a con the same way that she saw tarot as a con, and she won't use them as tools to finally complete her arc. The reason the other witches aren't ghosts is because they don't have unfinished business. Agatha knew she had unfinished business and that becoming a ghost was her likely future. She made a calculated move.

I prefer Billy as the witch that Agatha is going to coven up with more than Wanda. Wanda is a very traumatised witch and the two of them together would not have helped each other. Billy has come from a loving family with a therapist mum. He has a stable relationship with someone who fully accepts him. He has a strong moral compass and is interested in Agatha's ability to feel over her reputation as an evil person. So the road ahead for Agatha could be one where she works for and gets the solace she needs.

[lo-shouldve-been-an-email]

Why Dionysus was actually clever but got botched.

Okay,this is my first big LO essay so please don’t mind a bit of awkwardness.

The thing with Dionysus is that on paper it’s actually really smart.

Let me explain-

To understand why Dionysus in particular was chosen we need to understand the original myth of his birth,or welll,the original myths.there’s technically two of them but I’ll explain it later-

Let’s start off with the simpler one,aka:

Semele is the mother.

The myth goes like this:

Zeus falls in love with a mortal named semele,and tells her he’s Zeus.

Semele gets pregnant and Hera gets jealous.

Hera turns into an old lady and implants the idea that Zeus might be lying to her about being Zeus,so she must ask him to show her his divine form.

Semele does this and is-unsurprisingly- burnt to ashes,but Zeus saves baby dio and puts him in his thigh until he’s born,by then being upgraded from demigod to straight up god.

Who raises him afterwards depends on the story,sometimes it’s Hermes,sometimes it’s nymphs,and sometimes it’s-you guessed it-Persephone.

So you already have some inkling on why Persephone is raising dio,but oh wait there’s more.

So let’s gets into another version:

Persephone is the mother(?)

Okay,so have any of you played hades?go play it.

But,there’s a character that has an story tied to Dionysus,and people who’ve done a certain side quest might already have an inkling:

Zagreus,the prince of the underworld.

Now,you may be wondering wtf zag has to do with this but I can explain.

Basically here’s the ancient Orphic version of the myth:

Persephone and Zeus have a son named Zagreus.(it’s important to note that hades didn’t really exist at this point or at least he was merged with Zeus,hence why it’s Zeus and Persephone and not hades and Persephone,since yes Persephone actually predates hades)

Zagreus is the golden boy of Olympus and Hera gets jealous.

Hera RELEASES TITANS FROM TARTARUS and they tear Zagreus apart,the part remaining being his heart.

And dio is made with that.

There’s more to the general ancient Orphic origins of Dionysus but that’s just the basics.

I highly recommend overly sarcastic productions video of Dionysus if you want an in depth look at this explaining his origins to his cult.so yeah.check it out.

Why it fails within LO.

I admit,dio is a good reference.

He’s a good nod and a fun idea,it’s just the execution that leads it to having as many positives as a house fire.

First of all,it definitely wasn’t planned from the start.

Other have talked about this but RS has a habit of bullshitting things into the story to reference a real world date.

In this case,dio was supposed to be a Mother’s Day thing,but when matched up to the timeline?well…I don’t know why it’s such a bad decision on Persephone’s part…may be it’s because HER AND HADES HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR LESS THAN A DAY.

Also the whole thing comes out of nowhere.

Zeus just bust into persie’s house,says he’s giving birth and instead of going to a doctor(Asclepius isn’t the only one,zeus)

Then,Persephone straight up refuses to give him to Zeus AFTER HE GAVE BIRTH and takes the baby for herself because “he looks like hades”.

Never mind the fact he’s literally purple-

After that Persephone realised she’s fucked up and ignores hades,but he bursts in and she explain how she basically kidnapped a child.

And it’s supposed to be romantic.

Anyways,I’m probably gonna make another of these rants soon,just with Apollo,but this is why the dio plot point…frustrates me.

On paper it’s an interesting reference but in the end it just ends up being stupid.

[mimisempai]

All these little things

Summary

Sharing a coffee with their friends, while Aziraphale is away for a few minutes, Crowley is faced with a question from the curious Muriel: what does he love most about the angel.

Notes

Muriel, you nosy little bee…

On Ao3

Rating G -  649 words

They were all having coffee and cake at the bookshop.

Crowley, Aziraphale, Muriel, Maggie and Nina.

The unlikely group of friends formed by a twist of fate.

Aziraphale stood up and called out to the group, "I'm going to get coffee, who wants some?"

The response was unanimous, although Aziraphale smiled at Muriel and said gently, "Yes, I know, for you it'll be hot chocolate."

Then he walked to the back of the bookshop, Crowley's gaze following him.

"Awwwww..." 

"Disgusting..."

"Too cute..."

Crowley turned sharply back to his friends and raised a questioning eyebrow as he asked, "Who? What?"

Nina scoffed and didn't answer.

"What are you laughing at?"

Nina mockingly replied, "At you, of course.

Maggie winked and said in a tone of wonder, "It's beautiful, a demon in love..."

As for Muriel, they giggled behind their cup.

Crowley huffed, then shrugged. But even though he resented being the focus of their friendly teasing, he didn't try to deny the obvious. He wasn't ashamed of his feelings for Aziraphale, and today was not the day to start, especially in front of those who now knew almost everything about them.

Muriel said gently, "It's obvious to everyone that you care for him, but I'm curious, what do you love most about Aziraphale? "

No longer surprised by Muriel's eternally inquisitive questions, Crowley complacently answered.

"What do I love most? When you've known someone as long as we have, it's an accumulation of many little things rather than one big one. There's the fact that he's always found a way to baffle me, right from the start, you know, like the story we told about his flaming sword, or the trust he's had in me almost from the start, despite our supposed status as hereditary enemies, or the fact that he's always looked at me the same way, whether I'm an angel or a demon, the fact that he's a bookseller but won't part with any of his books, his incredible appetite for all human pleasures. It's probably a little bit of all of that."

Maggie leaned over and insisted, "Isn't there one little thing in particular?"

Crowley seemed to think for a moment, then looked as if he had had some kind of revelation and nodded before answering, "There's one thing that used to bother me a lot, and still does sometimes, or that I still find hard to accept, and that's this constant telling me that I'm a good, kind person. I mean, have you seen me? Mr. Grumpy through and through? But he's always seen the good in me, despite my demon statute and the fact that I've done everything I can to disabuse him of that. So yeah, that's probably what I love most about him."

He added, mumbling, "Even if it still annoys me." 

When his speech was over, he was surprised to find nothing but silence. Then, looking at his friends, he felt a little embarrassed by the affectionate looks they were giving him, and decided to chuckle in a reaction of deflection.

Then, with a mischievous twinkle, he added, "And last but not least, he kisses divinely, which is normal when you're an angel and I..."

A hand came to rest over his mouth, forcing him to be silent.

Their friends laughed as Aziraphale set the tray of coffee on the table, "And you, you say a lot more than you should, my dear."

Crowley grabbed Aziraphale's hand that was still over his mouth and kissed it before saying in an innocent tone, "I was just telling the truth, Angel."

Aziraphale, his cheeks slightly flushed, nodded before sitting down, and Crowley didn't let go of his hand. As each of them took their cup of coffee, Crowley and Aziraphale shared a knowing glance, unaware of the loving expressions on the faces of their three friends, happy to witness such a beautiful and real love.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love - Series post S2

Part 1 Story 1-99

Part 2 Story 100-?

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

[autumnslance]

FFXIV Write 2024: 25 Perpetuity

(Spoilers for the end of Endwalker's Myths of the Realm)

Aeryn stood in Omphalos and watched the engine work. Its motions were hypnotic as it circled around itself, drawing in hopes and prayers, and dispersing that energy back into the world to aid humanity. A device of akasha and aether, elegant and lovely.

A familiar step sounded on the stone behind her, accompanied by the equally familiar pitter-patter of smaller feet, making her smile and hold out a hand to let the tiny opo-opo leap up and scramble up her arm to give her a friendly nuzzle.

“No treats, no matter how the little fellow begs,” Deryk said lightly. “He’s coming off a bout of upset stomach.”

“Poor baby,” Aeryn cooed, leaning her head against the creature, who chirred against her neck.

The wanderer stopped next to her, also looking up at the instrument of blessing. The collaborative work of ages, she was never sure he was aware of the slight smile and melancholic light in his eyes when he gazed upon it.

“So,” he said. “We meet here yet again. And again I ask: come to a conclusion yet?”

“No,” Aeryn replied, as shaking her head would dislodge the opo-opo, who was now playing with her hair. “When you first brought us here, and revealed the Twelve and their heavens, I’d hoped to find some answer. But it seemed more of the same. Divinity is just a construct of man, formed in desperation and empowered by prayer.”

Deryk nodded. “I can say there is a world of difference between what I was, and who I am now.”

“That’s a matter of power scale, which can be overcome.”

“In part, certainly,” he agreed. “But it’s more than that.” He looked aside, his gaze falling on the gate to the Heaven of Wind. “Sometimes the memories seem more like dreams, and too much for my fragile mortal mind. The time is incomprehensible—and that’s even before taking into account the man whose soul inspired Oschon’s existence.” He turned to Aeryn again. “Am I still not real, merely a construct?”

“Of course you’re real. And so was Oschon. Just born of humanity, like anyone else.”

“Hydaelyn created the Twelve,” he reminded her.

“From the energies of Her comrades. To perform roles and duties for which mankind worshiped them for, and in so doing, altered irrevocably.” She sighed. “And my feelings on Hydaelyn—on Venat—are likewise still complicated.”

“I understand that,” Deryk agreed. “I did not feel so before, but now? It’s a strange thing indeed. I’m not the man who aided in Hydaelyn’s creation; he is long dead, his aether given to form Hers, a fragment of his remnant soul used to create that which men called Oschon. Me, with an omnipresent view and ability to stride across this world we so loved as either the concept of wind, or in this form.” He gestured to his body. “I sometimes wonder if we took on avatars because some part of us yet remembered and yearned to be mortal again.”

“I’m certain I met Nymeia and Althyk’s original selves in Elpis,” Aeryn said, scratching under the opo-opo’s chin. “I helped with creations they were evaluating, and described the rite of flowers for the departed when some creatures were lost in an accident with others. There was familiarity in their divine personas, but they didn’t remember. Not really.”

“Yet they never lost sight of who they were to one another,” Deryk said, that sad smile on his face again. “They never struggled with it, unlike Menphina and myself.”

Aeryn raised a questioning brow.

“Of course I loved her—who didn’t?” he laughed. “In our first life, she was a brilliant young woman, and it was no wonder her divine self became who she was, and set to the tasks Hydaelyn chose. And we cared for one another, as we Twelve were family in our way. But was any romance our own, or determined by the prayers of man?” he shrugged. “Divinity is malleable.”

“That’s one of the things I struggle with,” Aeryn said. “Should it be, or shouldn’t gods be set, in order to form and order the world, and guide their creations and humanity? Shouldn’t they be...something beyond man? Not just in power, but in origin as well?”

“The more we discuss this, what it feels like you most resent is the loss of unknowing,” Deryk replied. “That you feel faith must include the question of origin.”

Aeryn mulled that over for a moment. “That would be part of taking it on faith, wouldn’t it? Of deciding to give trust based on a hope there’s something more to guide the way.” She looked up at the instrument of blessing again. “But I know so much of the origins of our world, of the divinities, and how and why they came to be. I know what can be manifested with enough aether, but warped by those requests.” The opo-opo chirred as her shoulders slumped.

“And you know too well what has been lost—in most cases, by your own hand.”

She winced at that. “On request.”

“Who else could be trusted? Not just in power, but on...faith.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“It goes both ways, you know,” he said mildly. “Even if I know your origins—born of man, with dragon’s blood running in your veins, raised outside this land where we held the most sway, but rising in it to become the one who could learn the truth, see it clearly, and grant us our greatest desire.” He gestured to the engine swirling above them. “And now we have laid down our burdens, while ensuring our duty is secured forevermore. Because we believed in you—as She did.”

Aeryn frowned. “That’s not the same as faith in divinity.”

“Isn’t it?”

[vellichorom]

You make rlly good rants / have great takes,. So. I was wondering. What do you think is the biggest / most popular stereotype when it comes to the Narrator ??

I wanna make a drawing kinda based off of the stereotypes people see , and I was wondering what you think. Is probably most popular :3

oh GOD, the biggest most popular stereotype eh? ironically asked just as i'm listening to the narrator's voice lines...

well, i'm going to have to go with something OBVIOUS & say that that would be the IMPOSSIBLE to miss notion that " he's hot " & people envisioning him ONLY through an attractive filter;

do i think his voice is attractive? of COURSE i do, i'm not made of stone! & kevan PRIDES himself in his work & knows a vast majority are INSANE about his voice, as well he should, he's got great talent!

HOWEVER, then going on to define his EVERYTHING based on this attraction is annoying at best & sickeningly irritating at worst.

it's SO obvious some narrator designs are solely based on artist wet dreams or banking on others', with the narrator's actual characterization being thrown COMPLETELY out the window.

guys your sexyman literally gets all pouty without attention & has the bite of a 5th grader, he would Not be as attractive or cool as you think he is. this ISN'T even exclusive TO people who make the narrator a handsome twink either! however, it is WAY more prevalent in that area, therefore we side-eye.

it just feels a Lot like others create designs SIMPLY based around aesthetics & generic appeal rather than... creating a CHARACTER, or recognizing the character that DOES come attached with the voice you find so hot. & then SOMETIMES, people form entirely alternate characterization for their design rather than canon, but still insisting that it IS indeed canon!

listen can we stop touting the funny clock 0ut guy as the Token, peak, & true TSP narrator design. i like him too but it's making me real upset now

IF you're going for characterization of the narrator that you want to be AS TRUE to canon as possible, you need to take a step back & realize this man is a manchild & probably does Not have the divine powers of a god & doesn't have to Look or Act as attractive as you think his voice is. even the most BEAUTIFUL aspects of a person can come from a deeply flawed individual & that's okay, & in characters, EXTREMELY endearing! insisting to make a character beautiful & flawless in every aspect just results in a very flat character that will ONLY ever serve as basic eyecandy, & only to a handful in the end.

beyond that, i can't really think of anything else that's as strongly stereotyped for the narrator beyond. you know, general fandom mischaracterizations methink? pushing his attitude to extremes with NO even level & misunderstanding his intentions. ...but at this rate, i'll TAKE THE most pathetic soft boy narrator as opposed to the absolutely physically RIPPED daddy narrators i've had to see a few times. jesus

& hey, listen- MAKE your AUs, MAKE your characterizations into OCs & such, do WHATEVER you want that makes you happy, i'm REALLY HONESTLY not here to kill anyone's fun & i won't ever resent you for how you choose to enjoy your blorbos, take my words with some salt; these are simply my dipshit ass opinions that some people enjoy hearing!

which, THANK YOU anon! may this new rant satisfy thee & help you with your project!

[katyspersonal]

If you were curious, this song basically sums up everything of why I find Radagon sympathetic (timeline being sometime after the Twins were born)

(Attaching Youtube one with the lyrics just in case)

This is a beautiful song! And no, I agree with your vision that Radagon was not unfeeling nor "divorce selfie" meme when he left Rennala and his children! It is really funny to do all the divorce jokes and exaggerate how much of a bitch he can be for the comedic effect, I love this kind of cruel humour! xD

But in the end, Rennala did charm him enough to opt out for marriage and erasing his war crimes in Liurnia from the collective memory, instead of conquering the continent and erasing Carians instead, right? 🤔 He most likely can and did love her and his children, but he is bound with the problems of divinity as much as Marika if not more, right? Marika is just the latest carrier of Elden Ring, so, Greater Will's vision and Golden Order is just her iteration of it, when previously it were Ancient Dragons!

^^^ @izunias-meme-hole I am bringing your ask to answer here too because I went on this topic's territory here! :p

But Radagon didn't make the Golden Order "manifest" like this, he is Golden Order! His Japanese title is literally 黄金律, ラダゴン ((the) Golden Order, Radagon). His existence is a combination of the divinity and power Marika was given, where Two Fingers were guiding her and her own biases, principles and other things that give Golden Order its "current imperfection"! Let alone the fact that Marika is the dominant alter!

They were both dealing with "caged divinity"! But whereas Marika had the courage to kill herself (or get as close to it as possible, leaving it to Hewg and whoever he helps to maybe find the way to finish this), Radagon clearly liked living more :p And it is hard to blame him because whereas long long time ago Marika was just a traumatised Shaman woman that wished to make a better world where what happened to her village could not happen again, Radagon never existed as such! The divinity and this "better world" is all there was to him!

^^^ All three Mending Runes we get change the Golden Order, and it is no wonder that he is fighting us! At the first glance you'd think it makes no sense; why, if we just want to fix it? Something he himself wanted to do?

But like.. this is the point. :p He is like this because Golden Order is like this. It is not that he is protecting his power and the right to keep oppressing this or that kind of folks like any real world corrupt authority would! He goes beyond, a blend of a 'person' and of a 'concept', and is protecting his existence! Of course he doesn't want to be mended by someone except himself, because then it won't be HIM anymore! It is not that Those Who Live in Death should be condemned or anything- he probably doesn't even have an idea they exist since they appeared after Shattering! It is that Golden Order exists because Death was sealed, and he would get theseus-ship'd if that (or anything else) was changed! As if a law of nature was given the sentence and self-comprehension! I mean it: you won't wish on your worst enemy to be in Marika's OR in his situation!

Greater Will would be content with any Order, it simply created life but wants it to have a coherent form as opposed to primordial chaos!

And it seems like it abandoned everyone over Elden Ring being shattered! I pictured it as Marika shattering the "phone" between the world and itself, but it could've also been a gradual process! Like it seeing that no matter what the new Order doesn't rise from the ruins, nor the former one gets fixed. Maybe it just said "well THIS attempt at creating life with actual rules was a failure, I'll go try again, bye you weeaboo shits" fsdhfdsh The theory about us being an experiment, and a failed one at that that was abandoned by god/gods/aliens/whatever lingers somewhere amongst humanity, and here you can see it manifest.

Nonetheless 1) you'd expect the Two Fingers, its grandchild, to still remember its wishes and wish the same thing and 2) Greater Will possibly was still there long before the Shattering to do this:

I fucking love the "Sorry Rennala, I found someone better than you: myself" jokes and use them at any given chance fhhds But I am just saying, on the serious note, I do not actually think this IS what happened :p. If anything, Marika would be the one to want to hold the Golden Order as close to herself as possible, so it would be kept pure and in contact with the Greater Will like herself! I am considering the idea that she saw something similar to Goldmask's insight, except instead of drastically removing the 'person' from equation (at the time!) she wanted it to be "closer to the stars" for the lack of better term! Back then, maybe it looked like that way, it would never go corrupt, never fail her. After all, regrets and decision to destroy it only came after Godwyn was killed!

And in both cases, it was someone else who wanted Radagon to leave, and nothing really suggests that he was happy or indifferent doing so! He remade the sword Rennala gifted to him to symbolise the change, but nothing says which emotions were behind that process! It could've been any of them, and all interpretations are fair! He had duty to manifest the way things worked even more so than Marika, who at least GOT to live a normal human life long ago, but it doesn't mean he didn't care about how much pain he caused to Rennala in following that duty! On the other hand, bitter irony is that Radagon actually got to live a normal life - with Rennala and the kids! And just like Marika, he experienced leaving it behind to do "bigger" things. It is sad that the cruelty of caged divinity repeated even in her other self! 🤔

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I've side-tracked in validating a more sympathetic reading of him (I just have a dark, immature humour that sometimes poisons my perception of the character on the first glance XD)! There is sadness about him. His one REAL sin is lacking the same courage Marika had, to die so the new, better era begins, but even then this "choice" is made for him when Elden Beast takes his motionless body as its weapon! The territorial aggressions, as well as principles of the Golden Order, are "fault" of Marika's personality as a 'god no better than humans' (which is FAIR), Two Fingers that gave her ideas via broken telephone, and maybe Greater Will in some capacity! "The roots were rotten", so Radagon could also only be rotten!

+ I also think that Radagon came into existence because Marika got cursed during the War with the Giants ( x )! Think of one breaking in two as "defence mechanism", because losing the God itself could not be afforded, however cursing the Order of this God was "fair game"! Marika is a tool of Greater Will to make the order, any order, so the tool could not be ruined yet the tool's creation (the Order) could! So, what if now it is only 90% perfect? Remnants of it are Ulcerated Tree Spirits breathing fire, despite being just malformed Minor Erdtrees! I have a theory that the same happened with Trina, as Miquella came into contact with Frenzied Flame but losing an Empyrean could not be afforded! That comes from the fact this sleep power is conceptual opposite of FF, as well as Torrent having burnt marks, his summon ring already having its part 'drained', him fearing the Abyssal Woods and Miquella being shown to ride in him the Shadow Realm before! It is a long one but you can see where I am going with this!

[karmawonders]

Zhongli brainrot incoming my lovely little ducklings

Notes: imma call god!reader also known as Creator as Divinity cuz it sounds cute aight? Aight. And it makes sense cuz we are the most divine thing, so like? It works. U can argue with me but I enjoy the name, and as a SAGAU x cult au consumer, that name would just FUEL my God complex.

🌸Also this is probably non comprehensive my adhd n more went nyooom with this one, so you have been warned🌸

Warnings: sagau. Religious themes. Reader is God/ above God. Yandere worshippers. Slight zhongli x childe Lemme know if I should add anything.

Aight bitches we know the drill

Zhongli? The loyalist of our devotees. Also the oldest of all the motherfuckers

My dude got arthritis or smth idk I like to think he goes over to baizhus pharmacy for painkillers occasionally since he is just an old old frail wee peepaw. (Jokes ofc)

Now listen. My man's Morax was an Archon. He may of left that title but the dude is still very much a God. Not like, as high of God as the creator is, but a God nevertheless.

Dude gots a whole ass teapot/ pocket dimension solely for a temple to Divinity.

It continuously is expanding as he finds more books that could be about Divinity / theories about Divinity, etc.

Rip to the poor adeptus who is managing it.

Sure he usually has Childe pay for his shit, but it's not cuz he is broke! He is farr from it

Dude just has

Idk

Tendencies to hoard

Curse his dragon nature ig man

All the Mora? Safely in a separate teapot outside of his temple one. You can swim in it scrooge Mcduck style. He probably does take naps in it sometimes in his dragon form ig.

So he has Childe buy a ton of things that He thinks Divinity may even possibly like or acknowledge

It is dangerous when he walks amongst the harbor shops.

Not for the shopkeepers, they quickly learned to put their finest goods out in front when the see the funeral consultant nearing.

Mostly for whoever is gonna be paying for it. Which is usually Childe.

Oh shit man you see that fancy ass tea set that dude is polishing? We gotta look at it.

"Don't drag your feet Childe, we must secure this purchase for Divinity."

Childe can't argue if he knows it's going to Divinity, to you. He's one of your worshippers to ya know, he owes you his life.

He just wishes

Ya know

Zhongli would haggle a little before immediately purchasing whatever it is

He still shudders at the time he spent that much mora for something known as a "Primogem". A solid 5 million.

Just to ya know

Learn that a certain blonde haired traveller basically gets them for free just for being their first vessel / connected to Divinity.

That one hurt a Lil ngl

I mean Learning that Divinity would find a single primogem absolutely useless if not insulting on its own.

Listen man's Divinity is still interacting through Teyvat through a screen at this time, you ain't nowhere near to actually being there physically atm.

Which gives Zhongli a good amount of time to figure out wtf to do with this questionable purchase

Now it's true that Zhongli is a vivid spender

But he knows when something is the real deal, and he won't just let that slip away.

If it happens that his walking wallet at the time doesn't have the cash for whatever item

He will very upsetti spahgetti

Yes he buys tons of things for himself

But when it was something he wanted to get as an offering g for you? Dudes gonna be very upset.

He will begrudgingly procure mora from his more teapot after asking the items owner to have it on hold for a bit, and buy it.

The next few days he works extra hard to replace the mora in his hoard

But on the bright side your temple is just looking so wonderful with that new vase!

He likes decorating a lot. From his own abode, to organizing the mora and gems in his "den", to making sure your personal temple / shrine is absolutely perfect

He really do be like one of those Sim youtubers who spent 30 hours just on the house

If he is to one day show you this, in person, he has to make sure it's absolutely perfect! Everything needs to be the finest of fine!

He sees the rug he bought 20 or so years ago slightly aging?

Bye bitch

Like imma just pawn this off since it's a great rug and I want my money's worth but it's not worth a God possibly walking upon it anymore.

In all his free time dude is in his personal temple to Divinity

Admiring the things he got for you, remembering their history should you ever ask,,, and uh

Dusting

So much dusting

Like this temple gots TON of shit in it

I mean it's bound to when he has worshipped you for so long

Probably goes on for miles

Might as well make it a public museum at this point

If there isn't like, special anti dust adeptus magic or smthing that is

Oh I just had the funniest fucking idea

You know how in other games (worlds?) Dragons live like hundreds of thousands of years before dying of old age or shit

Zhonglis like 7 thousand I think

Aka he is a baby compared to otherworld dragons

(Yes I know he is technically not a dragon dragon but shhhhhh)

So he goes on about how Erosion will sooner then later do him in and everyone's like

Noo Rex lapis perfect geo Archon nooooo fight the erosion oawr nawr

And he like ofc full heartedly believes that this is the case

Until ofc Divinity gets down there, aka you.

And your just like

"Ya old fart

when was the last time you got proper exercise

Hrm?

500 years ago?

No wonder you feel like shit bro- go hit the gym smh"

If he didn't do regular spars with Childe or any other acolytes before, he definitely does so now.

And then he feels better cuz he wasn't getting enough exercise outside of the vessel commission's he went on. Dude just wasn't getting enough dopamine in his head and fr thought it was erosion like smh

Zhongli built up Liyue for you, ya know. To Be like your favorite nation etc etc.

So I think he would be supppppeer interested in the world you were in previously

Like

Wtf is a car and a highway and wdym they are super dangerous but people are on em regularly all the time? Tf?

What the heck is air condition Divintiy you are making up words I think aksksjrdqsdfhjk

...sun...screen? Never heard of this?

Teyvat not knowing basic medical stuff would be hilarious to me

Like imagine someone is coughing on something

Let's say Itto cuz I feel like he would do that

And you just

Get behind him and heimlech him

And everyone's like

????wtf he was good as dead???

And zhonglis sitting their having war flash backs to all the people he could of saved if he JUST GAVE THEM A BIG OLD HUG FROM BEHIND?

/yes I know that's not how it works but shush aight/

Zhongli wants to know absolutely anything and EVERYTHING about Divinity

You say an off comment about liking a certain smell and dude gots like

Notebooks and sticky notes written down the very second after

And then you go back to your abode or to the shrine he has and it smells overwhelmingly like that

Like

Imagine saying you like the smell of freshly cut grass and he just goes

??? How tf do I get that smell?"

I just realized these brainrots are very fun to write and non stressful you can expect more

Anyways I love my man's Zhongli and I will die for him without hesitiation

🌸Abrupt ending queen right here, do not be surprised akkajsks🌸 and if you are shook it ended, boo!

I think this is getting a bit long and I don't wanna like have a post that makes my thumbs scroll miles before finishing it ifykyk

Anyways hope that was somewhat readable akksksksks

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[firedrakegirl]

Pheobe was focused on her writing, a single earbud in and playing music to drown out some of the sounds of the cafe. Her tea had long since gone cold and her posture resembled a question mark more than a person. She was on a roll and didn’t look up until someone gently tapped the table across from her.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here? The other tables are full.” The man had long dark hair and enchanting emerald eyes. He had a divine aura, but seemed to be trying half heartedly to hide it.

Between being pulled from her hyper focused state and the anxiety of suddenly being addressed, she froze up. After far too long a moment of his watching her expectantly, she nodded and blushed.

He sat across from her with his cup of coffee and his eyes rolled over her form. “Thank you. You can call me Loke.”

“Phoebe. It’s nice to meet you.” She managed to get out. She straightened up to offer him a hand to shake and her entire spine sounded like rice crispies.

“Are you quite alright?” Concern lit his eyes. There was something odd about how he was sitting in the chair.

“Mmhm. Just haven’t moved in a while. Would you mind watching my things for a moment?”

When he nodded, she stood and went to the restroom before getting in line for a fresh cup of tea. Sadly, she hadn’t inherited her mother’s fire powers, so she needed a fresh cup instead of reheating it. When she sat back down and met his gaze, she blushed brightly. “I got too into writing and when you distracted me it was like I got all the status effects ever. Had to pee, needed a drink, need to eat, etc.” she rambled before blushing more. “Sorry, you didn’t need all that information.”

The god’s face broke into a smile and he shook his head. “You mortals never cease to amuse. What are you writing?”

“Oh, just a silly little story. Nothing all that interesting or exciting. Just a way to relax after work and away from my real life, you know?” She observed him as he listened to her and then it hit her. He was trying to mimic the humans in the cafe. His upper body was in a similar posture to all the business folk who would work all day here, but his lower body’s posture was far more casual. She had to hide the chuckle. He was trying to mesh with the humans, with no idea of how to actually do so.

“Sounds interesting. Care to tell me more?” He sipped at his coffee too casually, like he was savoring a rare treat.

“It’s the story of a human princess who finds herself in an arranged marriage with a demon spider prince. Shes terrified of him at first, but then finds that a lot of the way she thought about his people was all misconception and misinformation. Eventually they fall in love and confound everyone who thought it would be an uncomfortable political marriage.” She summarized, shrugging a little. “It’s all kinds of silly tropes and chaos and not the most logical, but I enjoy it.”

“A princess and a demon spider. Thats not a story you hear about every day. Midgardians are so creative with their stories.”

“Oh, we really are.” She couldn’t help but agree. “Do you enjoy stories?”

“Very much. Where I come from, most of them are tales of wars and battles, so the changes here are a delight. I can find stories in all kinds of topics here.”

“Isn’t it wonderful?”

They continued to talk through several more cups of tea and coffee, several pastries, and her laptop dying. Eventually, the cafe was closing.

“Would you like to meet again sometime?” Loke asked hopefully.

“Oh absolutely. Let me write down my number for you.” Phoebe quickly scribbled it on a bit of paper from her pocket notebook. She handed it over as she packed up. “Next time you’ll have to tell me what you’re the god of.” She winked at him as she stood and walked out of the cafe before he could reply.

[utilitycaster]

Hi, first religion anon (NOT the same as the second religion anon). My main complaints are with TUC (mostly s1 but the ‘Jesus is real’ thing in s2 really bothered me) and the way that Laudna and a few other characters engage with the gods on CR. I have 0 complaints with Sam, I think his engagements with religion as both Scanlan and FCG are fascinating. I think things like ACOC and Kristen on D20 are done fine, but when they move outside of Christian allegories they tend to stumble. I know Brennan and Ally have philosophy backgrounds and Emily has a religious studies background, but frankly I’m not super confident in American universities’ ability to make people deconstruct Christian hegemony, and things like Emily using the phrase “Judeo-Christian” aren’t super encouraging to me.

thanks for clarifying, I was wondering about the second anon bc I was like "the first anon came in being fairly normal even if I don't agree and this feels...bad and also just a hunch but it feels like it's coming from a Cultural Christian who is not American. (also I did get your follow up question and I want to answer that one separately bc I think it's a good but separate point).

I know it's not terribly popular to say but being weird about the term "Judeo-Christian" feels like one of those things that Jumblr and other people in Jewish Millennial/Gen Z spaces online made a big deal about and I'm like "uhhhhh this was a thing my actual Jewish middle school teachers said sometimes; it's not the best term, no, but it was the go-to term in a lot of contexts until quite recently to the point that yeah, Emily going to school in the 2000s would probably hear it even from Jewish profs, and so it's not so much a red flag as a sign that she graduated before 2010."

I also honestly don't mind Jesus being real in TUC 2; at some point if you've decided all other mythology is real why not Christian religion. It feels, in a way, far more Christian-centric to treat Christianity as something that cannot be incorporated, as too real, as compared to say, Norse or Greek myths or Golems.

I will say that I agree that Ally and Marisha do tend to be a bit more limited in how they engage; I actually don't mind Laudna's frustrations with the gods from a "I think this comes from Marisha's personal feelings" perspective more so than a "could we...actually explore this as a throughline rather than a bunch of random-ass statements." I do think that Ally does tend to pull from their own experience; understandably so, but yes, it's very different than my experience as someone not raised Christian let alone strictly so.

I guess, and this might just be difficult to do as an anon ask thing, that I am looking at this very holistically. I am looking far more at what the GM is doing than an individual player, and I haven't had issues with Matt, Brennan, Murph, or Aabria's portrayal of divine forces. I find that Worlds Beyond Number has been explicitly very not Christian (and indeed, heavily influenced by Shintoism and pre-Christian Irish religion) in how the spirits are portrayed, and while I think Matt does tend to draw a lot from Catholic architecture and imagery and vibes, the way the gods engage with the players does not feel exclusively Christian (notably in Campaign 2; none of Fjord, Caduceus, Yasha, nor Jester's experience feel inherently cultural Christian beyond the fact that Travis mentions he doesn't feel like he can connect with the Luxon because 'it's a shape'). So it means I'm not looking to Ally for example for an exploration of religion that is as accessible to me, but I do find that actual play on the whole feels fine. I find a lot of the claims do feel like they get really hung up on specific details (eg: the Santa jokes in Chetney's backstory) instead of the overall feeling (eg: the fact that many of the deities have a very open, fluid, and at times intellectual form of engagement; the fact that the general message is that suffering is not purifying but rather simply sucks; Melora death domain traditions and especially Caduceus's philosophy which is very much outside American Protestantism; the polytheistic society of Vasselheim.)

[headphonemouse]

I've been trying to watch shoujo romance anime lately.

Historically I've never been into it, and I'm still not into it. But I remember reading something somewhere about how many young teen romance stories are all about what's appealing as a fantasy to a high schooler, even if it's not something they'd want in real life. So when watching it you can relax on calling out how unrealistic it all is.

And I see that. The cold nobleman you've been married off to is mean to everyone but you. The gang member is big and scary but only protects you. The popular senpai who is liked by everyone but he only has eyes for you. The handsome new teacher, the boy next door, the beast in the woods, One Direction, etc etc. None of these are realistic or even desirable in real life but in this fantasy they are all attentive and kind and reliable and want to be with you forever and ever

I think it's great that this genre exists so that people could indulge in their fantasies without thinking about trivial things like how many people your bad boy gang member has carved up or how many peasants your nobleman is exploiting. I think watching shoujo romance is a great exercise in suspending your disbelief for the sake of not losing the main point (the main point which is that the main girl is getting swept cleanly off her feet). I think more people should be able to indulge in the expectations of different genres without focusing too much on things the author didn't give half a thought about*. Sometimes you need to get way too invested in shitty romance tropes and cheer on the female lead with all your heart, just to feel something. And sometimes yeah, her mundane enemies DO need divine punishment for trying to get between her and the male lead, in the form of a surprise truck on a rainy day (I kinda wanna see the interloper get isekai'd. Enough blank sheet isekai protagonists I wanna see someone who spent the entirety of their last life being a straight up cunt, die miserably, then wake up and keep doing it. I dont want them to get better i want them to Win)

*not saying this to discourage deeper media analysis, of course. But sometimes you just gotta let it go

I just looked up shoujo anime ratings of course furuba is on top. I wonder if my opinion on this genre would change if I watched a good show? I watched most of the top rated ones when I was in school but I don't think I finished any

[f1crecs]

Fic Rec List - George/Pierre

George and Pierre engaging in some heavy-handed flirting over the summer break rewired my brain. if it rewired yours too, have some fic recs. 🤍

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thank you to the president of the georgierre fanclub, @pinkierre, for the request. love you, boo. 😉

if i pulled you closer, would you mind? by @pinkierre | M | 1k A gorgeous fic, inspired by that video. You know the one. I adore this writer's dialogue - it always feels so natural.

'But if there’s one thing Pierre is good at, it’s worrying. Courtesy of his half a year in that cursed Red Bull seat. He wriggles himself a little loose and turns around in George’s arms, careful that George doesn’t let him go. He isn’t ready for that yet.'

Confession by @alasarys | M | 1.2k Some truly beautiful religious imagery here. Pierre is in deep, he is suffering - and it is so wonderful to read. (Sorry, Pierre!) This is beautifully written.

'God created man in his image, but Pierre has created his god in the image of George. He thinks about George in the vestments of a priest – it isn’t such a stretch to go from the black of a Mercedes race suit to a cassock. He imagines him in a clerical collar, long fingers carefully sliding the band of white plastic into place at his throat. A surprisingly delicate movement for the strength he knows those fingers possess.'

tangina ka! kakainis ka! labyu! by @ruszhou | T | 2.4k Lovely, flirty fun. This flows so beautifully. The author has a gift for writing banter. Such a joy to read.

'Pierre laughs again, that stupid one that edges on sounding like a goose. It makes George feel stupid, even if he's technically right. What the hell, now he feels stupid for feeling stupid about being right.'

nsfw: divine revelation by @ruszhou | E | 2.6k The dynamics here are truly second to none. Pierre thinks he has all the control. George actually has all the control. So hot and so beautifully written. This is a joy.

'To him, Pierre is a perfectly sculpted golden statue. Vibrantly glistening under sunlight; seemingly flawless, seemingly indestructible. But while George knows gold can’t be crushed, he knows that it can dissolve, it can melt.'

take a lesson, every saturday boy by latebrakers T | 3k George and Pierre receive a surfing lesson from Lewis. Gorgeous exploration of mentorship and hero worship and the intense competitiveness that exists between these two. Fantastic characterisation. Delicious.

'But he thinks George knows all of that, anyway. And in any case, Pierre has no interest in exposing the soft underbelly of the reason behind the start of his friendship with Lewis, the real reason: that Pierre was falling apart, and Lewis helped him gather the pieces of himself back up and stick them together again, without condition or judgment. Simple as. That’s not George’s to know. And if Lewis did the same for George, too, Pierre isn’t sure he wants to hear about that either. He’s the youngest of five boys. Sometimes he gets tired of sharing.'

taste of cherries by @juanericvergne | G | 4.3k A fic inspired by that video. I know you know the one. Sinfully hot. Everything I wanted after the flirty boys video. Implied Pierre/Charles.

'If people called George confident, surely there had to be another word to describe Pierre. Perhaps it really was all cockiness, but even if it was the case there was no denying it was infuriatingly attractive.'

[lemonhemlock]

I feel kind of dumb. >go on r/asoiaf >'this is why feudalism bad! GRRM is criticising feudalism!' idgi. We haven't had feudalism for ages. Do I need the old man to explain to me why the divine right of kings is misogynistic and generally quite bad? I feel like it's a bit of a reductive attitude and I think it makes the ending he'll choose to go with really unclear. Anything short of a heckin' democracy would feel bad. *wipes the reddit off of me* What do you think?

Anonymous asked: I sent that anon ask before I realised that it does crossover with topics you've touched on before so please feel free to ignore it, but if you want to springboard more specifically about the social criticism intentions of ASOIAF that could also work lol. It's a very frustrating thing to the point I wonder how ASOIAF can exist as a text if taken through such a lens.

First of all, hello & happy new year! 🎉 Sorry for the late reply, but I've been busy with celebrations.

That being said, I do think that people sometimes take this universe way too seriously. GRRM can criticize feudalism without dismantling the entire system at the end of the series and that's an absolutely normal way to write pseudo-medieval fantasy. So often I see takes like "there's no worthy king" gain popularity, except that there is? This is what we're looking for in this particular text. I understand that this doesn't jive with many people's political beliefs, but we are living in 2023 and this text we're stanning is fantasy literature with brave knights and courtly politics. It's really not that deep. Nowhere does it say that enjoying medieval fantasy has to reflect in your real-life voting patterns or that it's representative of some evil drive within you to exploit your fellow man.

And just because feudalism is bad (which it is! it sucks!) doesn't mean that having a "good" king can't make a difference and can't improve people's lives. Those with an all-or-nothing attitude are going to be disappointed at the end of the series, because GRRM never intended to re-write a new, completely fair political system.*

*at least IMO, after all, we could always take a Stephen King turn and change genres to sci-fi and the answer to everything will be aliens. and spaceships and stargates. lol.

What I think he was interested in is a passion project showcasing his love of history (since so many details are inspired by real-life history). Also, to bring it back to the social critique you mentioned, another point of interest in the medieval setting is that it allows him to build sophisticated characters that navigate their various constraints in different ways. It's the variety of personalities and approaches and reactions to these sometimes rigid impediments (be they social, economic or political) that make ASOIAF stand out in the world of fantasy. To give an example, it's both Cersei and Sansa being abused by the patriarchy, but taking such wildly different stances as a result of sometimes similar experiences! ("The only way to keep your people loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy" vs "If I am ever queen, I will make them love me.") etc. One thing we cannot take away from GRRM is that he is wildly talented at writing people, with distinct values and belief systems, formed as a result of unique (or not!) life experiences, who benefit from varying degrees of privilege, who wield that privilege in particular ways etc. Could you do that in any time period? Of course you could, but he chose medievalesque and that's also fine.

I know that D&D made a stupid joke in the last episode about how silly democracy is and I agree that it was very heavy-handed in their typical dudebro, nuance-less way. But here are the current roadblocks that limit the amount of freedom the general population have:

the majority are illiterate;

the printing press has not been invented in Westeros. Books are copied by hand;

the road infrastructure is poor;

modes of transportation are really not very fast;

How are you going to spread democratic ideas in this context? I don't think people realise that, in order for representative democracy to work (and it has to be representative with a population so large), you need organizational resources that do not exist in Westeros - voting lists, polling stations, election observers, people who can count the votes and centralize the results in an efficient way etc. How large is Westeros again?

the lack of modern medicine keeps people beholden to antiquated patriarchal and religious views;

In a world where there is no birth control,* where STDs can be a death sentence, where you can die from a simple fever or infection, where many women die in childbirth, you will always find societal restrictions imposed on women and their bodies/wombs, as well as prudish views on sex. It's absolutely slut-shaming, but, with the existing technology available, it's also a health concern. What if you get sick from having multiple sex partners? How can you prove the child is your husband's if you sleep with more people? Or vice-versa, what about your lawful children if you, as the man, keep allocating resources to your bastard children? (this is important for marriage contracts for the purpose of inheritance).

*there are characters who seem to take moon tea without issue, but it's not a foolproof recipe as it can have dangerous side effects (see Lysa). Also it doesn't seem to be freely available to everyone.

very few cities within Westeros; most of the population live in the rural area and have agriculture jobs;

the status of guilds is unclear; how many? what occupations? in any case, guilds are closed organizations not everyone can join - as a regular Joe, you can't practice the trade of a guild, you can't access their knowledge etc;

all the land is owned by the lords; how are you going to earn a living and pull yourself by the bootstraps out of feudalism?

the lords live in castles. Castles are nigh impenetrable, it can't be overstated how effective they are at keeping away attackers and how hard they are to conquer. What are you going to do about it. Cannons haven't been invented in Westeros. Dragons do exist, but they are painted as destructive forces of nature that shouldn't exist, most definitely shouldn't concentrate that level of power in the hands of a few individuals, and will most likely disappear once and for all at the end of the series. In short, dragons will not be used as a deterrent against the construction of castles and to even out the power differential between the rich and the poor.

In real history, it was changes in warfare technology and the centralization of government that caused castles to lose their utility (more power in the hands of the king? tumblr is going to hate that).

Acknowledging these limitations and drafting an ending that's believable with the available technology painstakingly described in seven books is not going to be a cop-out or morally bankrupt or even particularly cynical. It's the best that can be done in bad circumstances. And isn't that all that we can ever do anyway?

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honkai star rail fanfic masterlist

Mini Series ⭐ Bleeding Hearts of Penacony

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Jing Yuan x Reader ♚ All's Fair

♚Cross posted on AO3♚

Does chess truly have a standard set of rules if neither has the power to enforce them?

Think of it like a game of war. Anything can happen at any moment, regardless if you are prepared for the outcome or not. If you're not prepared, important details might just slip under the radar.

And Jing Yuan knows how to slide right past your focus.

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Dan Heng x March 7th ❄️ So He Doesn't Feel Like He's Trapped In Ice

❄️Cross posted on AO3❄️

March 7th couldn't stop thinking about Pom-Pom's concerns for Dan Heng's comfort. It was a mere side comment in the midst of a conversation, but those few words stuck with her. So, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

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Stelle x Trash Can 🗑️ One Man's Trash is Another Woman's Pleasure

🗑️Cross posted on AO3🗑️

Stelle takes her love for trash cans and the wonders within to a whole new level.

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Sampo x Seele 💸 To Swindle a Butterfly

💸Cross posted on AO3💸

Trickery comes in many forms. Sometimes, it's for personal gain, and other times, it's a game of emotions.

Other than fighting, it's all Sampo believes that he is proficient in. Seele just so happens to be a victim of his schemes, but she falls for them in a drastically different way.

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Luocha x Reader 🌼 Weary Traveler

🌼Cross Posted on AO3🌼

There are things in life that are far more important than the secrets that each other holds.

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Blade x Reader 🔪 Butter Knife

🔪 Cross Posted on AO3 🔪

It's called a knife, but that doesn't mean it's sharp. Try feeling its edges for yourself. Remember, it does not exist for the sole reason of cutting everything in its path.

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Jing Yuan x Reader x Luocha ⚰️ Show All Might, Bring No Harm

⚰️ Cross posted on AO3 ⚰️

A little meetup with one of the generals of the Cloud Knights takes a wild turn that you weren't exactly prepared for. And though he isn't welcomed by the general himself, a suspicious merchant may be just what you need to make this already interesting evening into an unforgettable one.

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Luocha x Sushang 🐕 A Merchant's Loyal Dog by the Name of Sushang

🐕Cross posted on AO3🐕

She would do anything to get his attention.

Anything.

Yet it never feels like enough.

Ironically, to him, she's more than he could ever ask for.

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Argenti x Potted Plant 🪴 I Promise to Never Leaf You

🪴Cross posted on AO3🪴

Argenti finally finds the epitome of true beauty.

Not in a woman.

Not even in a man.

But, in a potted plant on the Astral Express.

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Caelus x Mirror Caelus 🪞 It's Not Narcissism If Your Reflective Self Is Really Good At Flirting

🪞Cross posted on AO3🪞

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

Who's the sexiest of them all?

Alternative title: Caelus gets rizzed up by his own demonic(?) reflection [and quite honestly, I cannot blame him]

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Dan Heng x March 7th 🛋️ Great Friends, they say

🛋️Cross posted on AO3🛋️

Close friends would do anything to help each other out.

Maybe it's offering a word or two of encouragement. Or perhaps, offering their spare sweaters to fend off the cold.

Even letting them lay in your lap as they drift off to sleep can make the world a difference to them.

Because that's what they are, close friends and nothing else, or so they claim.

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Aventurine x Reader ♠️ Under the Gun

♠️Cross posted on AO3♠️

It was far more than a game of riches and spoils.

You could see it in Aventurine's eyes, and he could see it in yours. The real prize of this game wasn't a theoretical amount of credits, but rather, the ones who were at each others' throats for this so-called jackpot.

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Sunday x Reader 🪶 Deceptions of Divinity

🪶Cross posted on AO3🪶

Of course, you hadn't exactly encountered an eldritch angel incapable of being swayed by the influence of lucid dreaming prior to that night. It was only natural for a bit of panic to set it.

Surprisingly, you found that you had absolutely no reason to be afraid at all, and a strange angelic gentleman was nothing but reassuring of your safety.

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Aventurine x Reader ❤️ Ace of Stonehearts

❤️Cross posted on AO3❤️

Behind every master of trickery is a secret that cannot lie hidden forever. Aventurine wasn't actively guarding any of his poker tactics or schemes as a Stoneheart, but rather, something that was far more personal to him.

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Blade x Kafka 🍰 Companionship's Immortality

🍰Cross posted on AO3🍰

Blade couldn't spend his entire life rejecting of companionship. For hell's sake, he was not only part of the Stellaron Hunters, but he was also in a tight-knit relationship with fellow hunter Kafka. There was no way he would be able to resist a small, squishy feline version of himself, especially if Kafka was the one who snagged the critter behind his back.

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Luocha x Kafka ⛓️ Total Domination

⛓️Cross posted on AO3⛓️

Neither Luocha nor Kafka were too willing to give into each other so easily. One way or another, feelings and false identities would need to be sorted between them, and quickly before a slip of the tongue causes all of Xianzhou to know of forbidden exchanges.

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Dr. Ratio x Reader 📏 If I were Smart, I Would've Titled This with a Math Pun

📏Cross posted on AO3📏

Dr. Ratio truly is just the smartest, isn't he? He knows absolutely everything and you know nothing, it's a claim you've heard a thousand times before. And how do you outsmart a smart man? Ironically, the force of stupidity is your greatest weapon against his limitless vocabulary and infinite knowledge.

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Gallagher x Reader 🍸Solitude of the Dreaming City

🍸Cross posted on AO3🍸

The normally crowded city streets fell silent once the residents of Penacony resorted to their sweet dreams. Some, however, opted to enjoy the waking silence of reality all for themselves. It was deathly lonely during these times, despite how you relished in the tranquility, yet you knew one man who you could always count on for a bit of a late night conversation, even during the quietest of times.

Caelus x Firefly 🌠 Memories of You

🌠Cross posted of AO3🌠

The realization that her life was soon coming to an end began to sink in, and Firefly wasn't quite ready to let the curtains fall on her pleasant dream. Not after she had just met Caelus, a man who was recently nothing more than a kind stranger.

All she wanted was to feel close to someone, just once, and she had already become far too attached to Caelus to let go so soon.

He, too, did not want to let her slip away, yet one way or another, he would have to face a crushing reality.

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Gepard x Reader💮Arrangements

💮Cross posted on AO3💮

Gepard had defended an entire city from the unforgiving winter for as long as he could remember, so a simple task such as gardening shouldn't be too much for him to handle in theory. Unfortunately, the seemingly basic task of raising plants was something he could never quite master, and the fruits of his labor always came up short. Inconvenient, especially considering how he wanted to give some to someone rather special to him…

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Stelle x Aventurine 🎰 Qī, Nana, Chil!

🎰Cross posted on AO3🎰

"I’d sooner believe the lies of a Masked Fool than think for a second that now, of all times, you’d hit manage to hit a triple seven jackpot.”

"Ah, but you’d take a filthy scoundrel’s half-truths over a mutt with the blessing of three eyes’ worth of luck looking down upon him?"

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Robin x Argenti 💄 Angel of Beauty

💄Cross posted on AO3💄

No matter how many times Robin runs through the painstakingly difficult ritual of doing her own makeup, preparations for a show never get easier.

Having the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes upon watching her every move does nothing to soothe her nerves either.

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Sunday x Reader ⛪God Before an Aeon

⛪Cross posted on AO3⛪

Is it forgiveness you desire, or is it something greater?

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Jing Yuan x Stelle 🐱Once Just a Creation, Now Forever a Friend

🐱Cross posted on AO3🐱

All those cake cats ever do is whine, whine, whine, whine! If only Stelle knew of somewhere to drop them off at where they could live at peace instead of being thrown away in a rather neglected part of the space station.

If only she knew someone close to her who adored cats and everything cat like...

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Boothill x F!Reader ⭐ Silver Stars

⭐Cross posted on AO3⭐

The moon is beautiful, indeed, but what about the stars? The guiding light for when one is most lost?

Ironically, Penacony was so full of stars that it was easy to get lost within their luster.

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Stelle x Aventurine 🛏️ Last Night

🛏️Cross posted on AO3🛏️

Kakavasha had to fight for his life. Nothing else was on his mind. Kill before he was killed himself. Prove that he is worthy to survive, before his dream is cut short by reality's rude awakening.

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Aventurine x Stelle 💸 Stellaron of Gold

💸Cross posted on AO3💸

Aventurine has done a damn good job at spoiling Stelle, perhaps too good of a job.

Made with https://hsrchat.pages.dev/.

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Sunday x Kafka 🪢 Ena: 20:7

🪢Cross posted on AO3🪢

Do not speak of your Aeon in vain, even if you find yourself in a most compromising position.

Do not act outside of the Order's guidance.

Do not bow to anyone but your Aeon.

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Stelle x Moze 🚂 Another "Stellar" Visitor

🚂Cross posted on AO3🚂

The Astral Express has seen its fair share of strange visitors. Couple of dead people, a war criminal or two, Herrschers and Emanators, the list goes on. What problems could letting an assassin on board possibly cause?

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Robin x Argenti 🪞 Beauty Marks

🪞Cross posted on AO3🪞

Beauty is a broad term. To the followers of The Beauty, it is easy to find it in almost everything and anything. Finding beauty was second nature to Argenti��humans, planets, creatures, everything stood out to him in its own unique way.

Everything except himself, that is.

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Feixiao x Moze 🗡️ Unspoken Words

🗡️Cross posted on AO3🗡️

The only thing more stubborn than an Arbiter General is an assassin who refuses to utter a word of truth. And Feixiao refused to be bested by her most beloved Shadow Guard.

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Dr. Ratio x Ruan Mei 🔬 ...For Science, of course.

🔬Cross posted on AO3🔬

The best way to understand the creation of life is to experience the process firsthand. Unfortunately for Dr. Ratio and Ruan Mei, their "experiment" came with some unforeseen side effects…

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Jiaoqiu x Feixiao 👁️Seeing Eye

👁️Cross posted on AO3👁️

An eye for an eye is too fair of a deal for Jiaoqiu. How about, two eyes for a life? The type of deal Feixiao would not approve, and most certainly will not forgive herself for allowing to be carried out.

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Gepard x Firefly🎶Joyous Tunes

🎶Cross posted on AO3🎶

Firefly has but one simple request for a special someone that she hardly ever has the chance to see.

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Luocha x Sunday ⚰️ Tangled in a Devil's Deal

⚰️Cross posted on AO3⚰️

An eye for an eye, a life for a life. Agree to the merchant's exchange with a simple display of unwavering submission.

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Sunday x Stelle ⭐ Ruler Of My Dreams

⭐ Cross posted on AO3⭐

What if Stelle had saved Sunday the moment The Great Septimus collapsed before her? Was it truly that easy for such a dedicated man to have a change of heart in such a short amount of time? Old habits don't always die at the end of one's "life."