#imma be wild and not proofread this

[thesupreme316]

I have had this stuck with me for a time now, wording this sucked.

So most/all AEW and WWE stars have taunts, iconic finishers, and submissions so I was thinking what if the reader used one of them ( Kenny’s V-trigger, HOOK’s redrum. Things like these) and their reaction to the move/taunt.

You can pick anyone and the number of people

AEW STARS REACT TO: You Doing Their Signature Move/Taunt

Pairings: Samoa Joe x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Hook x Reader, Daniel Garcia x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader

Word Count: 728

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, sorry ive been MIA. School started and I've been student teaching, but also I'm starting to kind of lose motivation for this. but imma keep pushing through because damn it yall deserve it. but my inbox and messages are always open. please remember that you are loved, appreciated, and cherished.

Warnings: none i think. barely proofread this tbh

Taglist: @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @wwenhlimagines @kat04ie @batzy-watzy @cassie0sstuff

Backstory:

You are a very private person

You rarely discuss or even reference your friendships (or relationships)

But today?

You were feeling cocky and wanted to put it out on display

So during your match, while you looked at the crowd

And without another second going by….

You did the number one thing that your best friend (or significant other) was famous for

Something that was instantly recognizable 

Making the crowd go wild

And the person you’re referencing grin from ear to ear

Kenny Omega

Get better king

Proud is an understatement

MOTHAFUCKA IS PRIDEFUL

Especially with how he’s out of action rn

He’s happy that that someone is keeping his memory present in the wrestling world

As soon as you hit the V-Trigger

A smile is on his face and his jumping up and down in his seat

Will not have any critiques for you

I think you would be the only person he gives blessing to full on adopt it

Especially after he see how’s the audience reacts to you doing it

Puts up instagram and twitter posts stating how proud and amazed he is of you

Will not hesitant to put those marks and trolls in their place

Hook

The smirk on his face would widened at what he was watching

He was so proud of you doing his submission the Redrum

Wouldn’t run wild or anything but anyone can see that he is so happy that you used his move

He would tease you as you come backstage

“Personally, you could have squeezed harder”

Will post about it with no captions

I find him wanting to do a tag match where both of you can do it at the same time

Get ready for Hook to do your move and or taunt in the next singles match he’s in

Just as a little nod or hint of acknowledgement

But be careful cause he’s competitive and wants to see who can do it better

Dante Martin

REMEMBER THAT SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT HE USED TO DO ALL THE TIME

Yeah you do it

People were even amazed that you can move like that

Cause you don’t like flying

When he sees it, he immediately geeks out

“DID YOU SEE IT? HUH? THEY’RE AMAZING!”

I think he would spam on his instagram stories with videos of you doing and people’s reactions

The same night he would do your finisher to end the match

Would def tease you about it as if he was not running around screaming OMG

“Tbh, I had more height to my moonsault”

Daniel Garcia

THE DANCE

OMG THE DANCE

He is grinning ear to ear as he hears the crowd grow in cheers and excitement

Cause tbh you saw it as an idiotic move

But it makes him happy to know that he has your blessing

Would make you film a Tik Tok or reel with him while doing it

Tbh I can see him with a t-shirt of you doing it

Will now brag to his friends and ask you to “do the thing” like a proud person

Tbh will get jealous when fans say that you do it better than him

Then he forbids you from doing it

“I can’t have the student surpassing the teacher”

Samoa Joe

Once he sees you do the Muscle Buster once, he smirks but he acts like’s not proud

“Well, that was great for an amateur…”

Gives you tips about how to make it more impactful

Makes you join forces with him (almost think Athena and Billie Starks)

“Now you are ready to be a cold blooded killer…*looks at you skipping down the hall*…after some more sessions”

After you master the Muscle Buster, he makes you practice the Coquina Clutch

Once you master both, he’ll say that you are now ready for the dark side

Hates how you seem to do his finishers more seamlessly

OOOO

DON’T LET HIM SEE YOU DO THE WALK AWAY SPOT

THAT IS STRICTLY OFF LIMITS

[yun-fangz]

dilf jongho x fem!reader, suggestive, mdni

note: jongho and the reader are not together, the sexual tension is VERY palpable though (pls... just get it over with)

not proofread pls don't come for me

thinking about dilf!jongho who takes notice of the big bow resting on your hair. when he questions you, you simply give him a small twirl showing it off to him.

"you like it?" you ask, batting your eyelashes at him and letting out a shy giggle.

like it? fuck, he loved it.. a little too much. he was obsessed with how much cuter you looked; with how the long ribbons ends cascaded down your hair. it started to give him ideas, he wondered how it would fly while he pounded you from behind-

"jongho?" you ask in the midst of his silence, effectively dragging him back to reality. you now give him a faltering nervous smile, "do you not like it..?"

he jumped to answer almost immediately, guilt soaring in his bones.

"i like it! i mean, i love it" he stumbles over his words, once again getting distracted by his own wild thoughts.

you take notice of the effect this has on him, the way his eyes rake over the hair accessory and eventually your own form. you let yourself form a tiny victorious smile as you let him run wild with his thoughts.

"you should wear these more often" he says absentmindedly, eyes now focusing on you as if he's trying to hold back. your smile deepens into a smirk as you think to yourself. it's working.

stepping back, you give him a final glance, that shy look once again plastered on your features. "thank you.." you said quietly, making a show to turn, allowing the bow to bounce and flop right back into place.

wear bows more often you thought to yourself as you walked away..

and so you did, and it tortured him to his core.

imma be honest i could not figure out how to end it so i hope this will suffice, let me know if you want other members or more jongho. 🥹

© 2024 yun-fangz All Rights Reserved.

[kthecutest]

hi darls how are you today? anyways you know me ( I have another req🤸) and imma do a yuma smut req (being yuma biased is great🤸) (yuma!sub)

can you do yuma and you trying vibrators for the first time and you edge and then overstim him? and he's being a brat as well so uhm punishment! and hes gonna sort.of cry

thank darls<3 xoxo

-🤍anon

Hi girlieee! I'm doing great and I hope you are as well! <33 Sorry the post came back so late, I've been wrapped around in fluff requests so my hornyness wouldn't return but yesss today it returned and it's wilder than ever. So the smut came out way way longer LMAO just a warning though- this got so wild to the point that while I was proofreading I was basically heating up so bad (╥ᆺ╥；) I hope you'll love it my fav anon (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) !

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Pairing : sub!Yuma x dom!gn!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

It’s been countless minutes, almost felt like hours to Yuma who is set in front of your figure in a desperate pitiful state. A black blindfold wrapped like a tapestry over his cat-like eyes while another piece of cloth was tied tightly around his mouth to restrict his moans and whimpers. The cloth no longer being able to do its job because the cat boy was nibling on it to the point it has rolled up into a thin line gagging him. An egg vibrator taped to his fully-hard dick on full display while his hands are tied tightly at the back, the ropes leaving marks on his snow-white skin. His legs aren’t tied though but the poor kitty cannot bring himself to close his legs from the embarrassing state since he was feeling too much pain and pleasure at the same time. And that pink shaking crystal-like dildo snucked warmly in his stretched hole was the cherry on top.

Yet despite all the components, there was not a single spot of whiteness or cum anywhere. You told him not to cum until you got your hands on him so the bratty but obedient kitty listened to you. Since he wasn’t ready for any more punishment after all. The worst part was that you were seated right in front of him watching his pitiful embarrassing state while sliding a plastic cock in and out of your drenched pussy, letting out wild moans just to trigger the desperate boy in full restriction. Not putting headphones on him was such a right idea.

After some more minutes of torture, his dick was already so red and swollen to the point it looked like on the edge of exploding. Feeling a bit merciful for the boy, you finished your fair share of fun and walked over to him, unravelling the cloth restrictions on his face. “Alright kitty~ you’ve done such a great job~ how does that feel hm~?” you kissed and licked all the tears sprawled out on his cheeks. “N- need to cum~ master please~ t- too much” he begged, stuttering, earning a smirk from you. “Who would have known the vibrators would change my bratty little kitty~” you grabbed onto the wired button that attached to the vibrating egg on his dick, turning it up while your other hand goes to stroke the base of his leaking cock. Just a few strokes and the boy was already falling apart right in front of you; eyes rolled to the back of his head while his legs shook in timing with his orgasm. The white sticky fluid squirting out, wetting his abdomen, his thighs and some getting on your thighs. You took your hand off him licking the fluid-covered hand with your set of lustful eyes fixed on him.

As soon as the naughty kitty has had his release, his brattyness quickly came back to life. “Ugh.. changed my ass. I was just effected because it’s my first time trying them..” he swiftly found an excuse to defend himself, his legs still shaking and body limp; still not recovered properly from the orgasm earlier. “Oh really~? Well I guess now that your little first time is over… you can handle more, can’t you?” His eyes widen in shock as the brattyness seemed to have been kicked out of him but before he could make a snarky remark, he felt a strong aggressive pressure on the vibrating dildo snucked in his clenched hole; his eyes were so close to rolling to the back of his head as he let out a loud gasp followed by breathy pants. “F-fuck.. stop that..” “Hm~? Why kitty~? Got your own tongue now~?” a dramatic pause in between the ruffling sounds of you moving around behind him and his breathy desperate little pants filled the room. “Don’t forget who has the vibrator controller, connected straight to the one snuck in that tight hole of yours right now…~” a moan left his lips as you tugged on his hair harshly pulling it back.

“ngh~.. hurts..” you thought he was whining about the harsh tug on his hair until you looked down to see his half-hard cock. “Well bratty kitty~ how about we play a game of penalty since you can handle all this so well now~?” He shaked his head with a pouty face; that didn’t stop you from pushing the vibrator deeper into him earning a loud mewl from him, leaving him panting and drooling on the couch. You tapped on his cheeks drawing his attention back towards you – “Now now kitty~ you can’t break yet..” You turned up the vibrations of both vibrators. The tears threatening to fall from the corner of the boy’s eyes started raining down, the room being filled with loud mewls and moans; so loud that you were convinced you both were getting a noise complaint after this.

You circled your slim fingers around the plastic piece in his hold. The crying kitty turned around to look back at you with pitiful teary eyes expecting you were gonna take it out; instead you shoved your fingers from the small sneaky space that you could get from the stretched now-filled hole. “Fuck.. you’re so tight baby..” and that was it. The boy screamed out loud feeling the knot in his stomach snap as he came again squirting all over the couch. “Fuck… so much..” you didn’t hear any whining or reply from the boy; you moved away the sweaty bangs on his forehead sticking onto his forehead – he’s passed out. Oh welp it was quite reasonable considering today’s activity. You let out a chuckle and moved him over a bit, covering him with a thin shirt and headed to the bathroom to grab some towels.

[he4rts4alexis]

Fourth of July disaster

Pairing: platonic!Kenny x platonic!Reader

About: Kenny thought it was a fun idea to bring illegal firworks

Warnings: Cartman and curse words

Did not proofread

"Y/nn get up!" Bebe yells as she banging on your door. "Uh I'm up" you say still tired "alright I'm coming in don't be naked" bebe says "what why would I be" "uh idk anyways get dressed were going to Stan's" bebe states "why? It's like 10:00 in the morning" "y/n darling it's 8:30 pm u slept in late..."

"oh shit I forgot to go get fireworks" "that's why we're GOING TO STAN'S Y/N GET THE FUCK UP!"

"ok damn u didn't have to yell"

*Time skip to Stan's house*

"hey y/n" Wendy says excitedly "hey have you seen Kenny?" "Uh yea he in the backyard setting up fireworks" "mkay thanks"

"Kenny!" "Uh yes?" "Why the hell does the firework box have a BIG ASS exclamation mark on it?"

"it's for decoration relax if anything happens I got you" "pfft bye if anything happens you will die before the firework goes off" "you said you would never speak on it" "I'm sorry"

"yo lovebirds the fireworks almost ready?" Stan asks "yea just a sec" "WE ARE NOT LOVEBIRDS" "yea sure" Stan says while leaving "you know we could be" kenny says trying his best to flirt "yea I would rather see you die for good" "enough with the immortal jokes" "yea ok" "go tell them the fireworks are ready"

"YO DUMDASSES THE FIREWORKS ARE READY"

"fuck you bitch" Eric says irritated "Eric shut the fuck up and get outside" I say as everyone goes outside

Kenny lights the first firework "see told you nothing bad" "yea right let me try then" "no" "just let me light it" I say trying to grab it from him" "y/n stop"

"dickheads light the firework alread- oh shit DROP IT" Kenny drops the firework on the stand that holds it "ok we're all good see what I mean y/n"

"Kenny it tipped over" "uh y'all I think we should run" everyone runs and hops the fence "uh Kenny I can't hop the fence" "then run bitch" "oh wait it stop Kenny why are you still running" "BECAUSE IT GOING TO GO OFF" as he says that fireworks start going everywhere one almost hits you in the face it missed by a couple inches as you look at the fence it's burned "oh shit that would have been my face"

*Time skip back home*

*on the phone with Kyle*

"that shit was wild" "yes I told him not to do it" "hold up y/n imma call you back" "alright"

*1 message from Kenny*

I swear sometimes I wonder why where friends

YALL IDK WHAT TO FEEL ABOUT THIS ONE I GOT THREE MORE ONE SHOTS FOR TONIGHT WISH ME LUCK🙏🏾

[boocreek]

hi hello i am getting bad at replying to asks whoops... anyway here’s some wcifs and buns and.. s en p ai ?

ANON ASKED: meg!!!!! i love you and im not bashing you or trying to be rude but i kinda miss it when you would use container everything and ya know your old build style dont get me wrong im all for ur new style and im not saying u should stop i just miss the old posts Q_Q pls dont hate me <3

shdgjdf i dont hate u why would i hate u!! i mean i havent totally given up on that style i guess my style is just constantly evolving without me realising lol.. dont worry this isnt the end for my container homes!! (also idk why but i generally only build the container homes in willow creek?? idk why tho cos that container restaurant i made suits oasis springs.. 🤔)

ANON ASKED: DAMN son! Bean has got BUNS!

ay buns for days hun

ANON ASKED: NEW VIDEOS PLEASE D:

jinkies im afraid 2 tell u that i have retired from that business fren

@hhoneybadgers ASKED:  Maybe have coro [surname]'s surname be nach (pronounched corona[h])

omg i promise i gave her a surname i just never can remember it nor can i ever remember to check it in game *sweats*

@tickledsims You're sims are so cute and vibrant! I wish I could pull them off the way you do 😁

omg but u can i believe in u!! and thank u 😊

ANON ASKED: TEACH ME HOW TO DECORATE SENPAI

sss-senpai ?? ಠ‿ಥ also im not really sure how to teach someone to decorate i just put stuff that looks good together and hope it actually does look good together im not just imagining it :/

ANON ASKED: wcif that pink cow bottle in your recent post? thank you! c:

its by brazen-lotus (who does amAZING CC btw) and u can get it here! :3

ANON ASKED: wcif all the leaves on the wall? thx ur awesome

all the ivy!!

more like jishook 

[ador3him]

Hello! How are you? I've had a request in mind and since they're barely any streamer!reader fics...

If you could write dynamic between quackity and streamer!reader. And they have best friends to lovers energy. I don't know if it's enough but i would appreciate if you could write it.

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

requested: yes by @klaire-jinx

warnings: maybe swearing?? not proofread (yes thats a warning lol)

word count: 824

a/n: finally wrote this ah!!! imma start posting daily maybe?? send some requests !

“Chat!” Quackity sings whilst tapping his index finger with his hand on y/n’s knee which is out of the cameras’ sight.

“Chat!” y/n sings along with him. They grab Quackity’s hand trying to keep him relaxed knowing he is a bit nervous and sad for this stream. It is their final stream in their “meetup era” as they like to call it. They have been together for the past month after being online best friends for 2 years. y/n is also a streamer who met Quackity the day he joined the DreamSMP, of course they knew who he was before that, but they never talked to him until he officially joined. So, from the day he joined 2 years ago y/n made sure to talk to him everyday and they did which led to them becoming inseparable despite their clear physical distance.

They were about to announce that this was going to be the final stream as y/n must leave the next day to go back home. Both are devastated but they know they can’t stay together forever, even with the lingering feelings between them.

“We have an announcement,” Quackity sighs, hesitating to tell the fans what’s happening. Chat start assuming that they are announcing they are going to move in together or that they are dating. This makes him smile, knowing that chat would be okay with them living together or them dating. Obviously, that wasn’t the announcement, but he so wished it was.

“This is the final meetup era stream,” y/n says for him, they rest their head on his shoulder still holding this hand discretely under his desk. Chat goes wild, most of them are sad begging for more streams but there is the random ‘yes!’ or ‘finally’ making y/n frown slightly.

They straighten their back and let go of Quackity’s hand and start responding to chat making small talk. Quackity just sits there silent, admiring them in their element. Streaming is one of the only things keeping y/n happy about them leaving knowing that they can go home and stream with Quackity via discord. Although it won’t be the same.

Quackity doesn’t talk much through the stream, he occasionally gets up to get drinks or snacks knowing the stream will last a couple hours. They play a couple games like FNAF and Minecraft, but it all forced happiness, every joke he makes feel so fake and y/n notices this. They also notice the lingering touches and glances. He constantly has his hand on their mid-thigh sometimes lightly but when a dono comes in saying something bad about their friendship he tightens his grip. This is different through the last however many streams they have done together Quackity has never been this protective nor touchy usually he pushes them away if y/n so much as lays their head on his shoulder.

The stream starts to wrap up at 2am 3 hours before y/ns’ flight home is scheduled. Quackity and y/n want some time alone together to really say their goodbyes properly. So, when he clicks ‘End Stream’ he drags y/n to his couch and opens Netflix playing some random romcom he knows y/n will like. Quackity opens his arms and pulls y/n into his grasp spooning them, their back pressing against his chest and their legs entangled. This foreign position sets y/n off slightly. Yes, they were leaving but not for good, they have already planned a holiday for Quackity to visit them at their house in 2 months, so this was completely deeper than them leaving.

“What is your problem, Alex? You’re so touchy today, I’m not leaving forever!” they groan turning themselves around, so they were face to face on the couch. Quackity is stunned by the sudden voice raise.

“I am going to miss you, I am sorry geez,” he mumbles sitting up and climbing over y/ns’ body.

“Yeah, obviously I will miss you as well but this is a bit extra, bro,��

“Bro?”

“Shut up this is about you and your clinginess,”

“I can’t tell you why I am so clingy after you call me bro, bro,”

y/n freezes. Shit. This is totally what they think it is, Quackity has feelings for them. It makes sense, complete sense but honestly y/n was to blind to notice it and to notice themselves starting to like him as well.

“Please don’t just stare at me like that, y/n.” Quackity drags his hand over his face embarrassed.

“You like-“ y/n gets cut off.

“-Don’t say it,”

“But it’s true?”

He just nods hiding his face in his hands. He takes a seat on the couch and y/n gets off.

“Look at me please, Alex,” their soft voice is too irresistible to ignore.

“I am sorry,” He says looking up at them, they cup his cheeks with their hands and place a kiss on his forehead, then nose, then finally a soft lingering kiss on his lips.

“Don’t be sorry, love,”

[grinoir]

Religious Medievalism: “Stregheria”, Wicca and History - part 2

[TN: thank you for the hearts and reblogs! I’m happy that you appreciate these translations! If sometimes they sound weird is because English is not my first language and the articles are written in proper, well phrased Italian, which makes it more difficult to translate.

I also want to reiterate that this article is a translation, synthesis and re-elaboration of the following articles

https://tradizioneitaliana.wordpress.com/2020/11/12/medievalismo-religioso-stregheria-wicca-e-storia/

https://medievaleggiando.it/la-legittimazione-storica-della-wicca-margaret-murray-e-la-manipolazione-delle-fonti/

https://medievaleggiando.it/il-vangelo-delle-streghe-e-linizio-della-wicca-il-fascino-di-un-falso-storico/

The first being a rectification of the two that follow.

Lastly, I lost this article two times. I had to rewrite the whole thing TWO TIMES. Imma take a well-deserved nap rn. Enjoy the reading, witches! ]

It’s correct to talk about pre-christian remainders that are confirmed by the trial’s documents. This remainders aren’t supposed to be considered as untouched, but as rielaborations influenced by the christian context; they are created in the Medieval age from previous remainders and, sometimes, even figures that were apart from the pre-existing Divinities, that emerged in the Medieval collective immagination to satisfy the needs that the Christianity wasn’t able to satisfy; an actual Medieval Pantheon of Spirits.

Historical sources (Burchard of Worms, William of Auvergne and many others) confirm the existence of food offerings to these entities. They were believed to go from home to home to consume the offering, dance, celebrate and bless the houses, followed by a Procession of female Spirits (Procession of the Dominae Nocturnae) or male Spirits (Wild Hunt/Procession of the Dead).

The existence of physical offerings demonstrates the effective existence of a cult of these new Medieval divinities, even if in a christian society and operated by people that probably defined themselves as christians.

A minority of people (that could sometimes even decide to waiver christianity, except for the social obligations) had ecstatic experiences of travel with said Procession of Spirits. In time, this legend was modified and altered, until it became the legend of the Ludus (Sabba), the celebrations that played out in one place and didn’t involve going from home to home; from then on the people that were having these experiences started reporting of going to the Ludus (Sabba) by flight.

In Europe’s Inner Dreams, Norman Cohn states that some of these people did truly dream of being Witches and to have partecipated to Ludus (Sabba) even though they never moved from their home.

From then on, we start referring to the Dream Cult of Witchcraft by affirming the presence of:

Legends of Witchcraft (Procession, Ludus (Sabba), etc)

Spirits tied to non-christian, medieval figures, similar to Gods

People that, influenced by those legends, experienced them in ecstatic / oniric fashion

Cohn states that the physical rite was rarely executed in the past and that it was consistently performed only in medieval and modern times, demonstrating the presence of a yearning to experiment altered states of consciousness, other realities, other worlds, and the will to interact with Spirits.

The Ludus (Sabba), happened mainly in somniis (in dream), but it could also be emulated in physical form, through a process called ostension; in this regard, Sabina Magliocco, professor of Anthropology and Religion at the University of British Columbia, writes:

[Sabina Magliocco. Who Was Aradia? The History and Development of a Legend. Pomegranate: The Journal of Pagan Studies, vol. 18, 2002.]

LELAND’S GOSPEL OF ARADIA

Diana/Herodiade’s presence in tuscanian folklore as Spirits at the head of the Witches is attested long before Leland; in C15th BCE, the archbishop of Florence, Saint Antoninus of Florence while writing about popular beliefs reported:

“De quibusdam aliis superstitionibus, et primo de mulieribus credentibus se cum Diana vel Herodiade nocturnis horis equitare, vel se in alias creaturas transformari, ut dicitur de his, quae vulgariter dicuntur Streghe vel Ianutiche”.

[Giuseppe Bonomo. Caccia alle streghe. La credenza nelle streghe dal sec. XIII al XIX con particolare riferimento all’Italia. Palumbo Editore, 1985]

Sabina Magliocco demonstrated that similar variants of Aradia (Arada, Araja, Sa Rejusta, Redodesa, etc) existed in various regional folklores that referred to Herodias, so it’s probable that Aradia was an abbreviation or corruption of Herodias. Legends on Herodias and Diana that fly in the air at the head of the Witches are present in all of Europe, since Medieval times onward.

[Sabina Magliocco. “Aradia in Sardinia: the Archeology of a Folk Character”, in D. Green and D. Evans, ed., Ten Years of Triumph of the Moon: Essays in Honor of Ronald Hutton, 40–60. Bristol, UK: Hidden Publishing, 2009.]

[Sabina Magliocco. Who Was Aradia? The History and Development of a Legend. The Pomegranate: The Journal of Pagan Studies, Issue 18, Feb. 2002.]

We can also rule out that the Gospel was completely a fabrication from Leland, since the medievalist Robert Mathiesen proved by analizing the papers, that the Italian sections were almost untouched except for corrections of "precisely the sort that a proofreader would make as he compared his copy to the original".

[Robert Mathiesen, Charles G. Leland and the Witches of Italy: The Origin of Aradia, in Mario Pazzaglini (ed.), Aradia, or the Gospel of the Witches, A New Translation, Blaine, Washington, Phoenix Publishing, Inc., 1998.]

Mathiesen also demonstrated that the original Gospel was actually a lot smaller and that it has been filled with other material coming from folk tales and legends that he had previously gathered and wrote down in these volumes: “Etruscan Roman Remains in Popular Tradition” (1892), “Legends of Florence Collected From the People” (1896) and “Unpublished Legends of Virgil” (1899).

Probably, Maddalena only transcribed the folk legend of Diana/Aradia, that Leland then has assembled with many other legends that he had collected before.

In summary, there’s no universal Gospel of the Witches, no ancient text, but many legends that are probably ancient or re-elaborations deriving from an ancient substrate, since the theme of Diana/Herodiade as the heads of the Witches has medieval origins.

The presence of legends leads us to believe that someone did indeed put them in place, practicing ostensions: many people starting from tales and popular beliefs, tend to start emulating them. In a religious context, this means that probably there were believers in a cult that worshipped Diana, Aradia/Erodiade and Lucifer/Apollo, but it was NOT a giant alternative religious group or cults that were communicating with other cults that practiced the same faith in different places; they were merely spontaneous emulations of people that sometimes would gather with friends and relatives to emulate these legends.

 Sources:

The following articles are the main source for the whole article, that is merely a translation and re-elaboration of them

https://tradizioneitaliana.wordpress.com/2020/11/12/medievalismo-religioso-stregheria-wicca-e-storia/

https://medievaleggiando.it/la-legittimazione-storica-della-wicca-margaret-murray-e-la-manipolazione-delle-fonti/

https://medievaleggiando.it/il-vangelo-delle-streghe-e-linizio-della-wicca-il-fascino-di-un-falso-storico/

[Giuseppe Bonomo. Caccia alle streghe. La credenza nelle streghe dal sec. XIII al XIX con particolare riferimento all’Italia. Palumbo Editore, 1985]

[Sabina Magliocco. “Aradia in Sardinia: the Archeology of a Folk Character”, in D. Green and D. Evans, ed., Ten Years of Triumph of the Moon: Essays in Honor of Ronald Hutton, 40–60. Bristol, UK: Hidden Publishing, 2009.]

[Sabina Magliocco. Who Was Aradia? The History and Development of a Legend. The Pomegranate: The Journal of Pagan Studies, Issue 18, Feb. 2002.]

[Robert Mathiesen, Charles G. Leland and the Witches of Italy: The Origin of Aradia, in Mario Pazzaglini (ed.), Aradia, or the Gospel of the Witches, A New Translation, Blaine, Washington, Phoenix Publishing, Inc., 1998.]

[u2umak1]

uh so like

i haven't written shit in a solid two years okay

but,

the idea of college!renga came up on a discord server and let's just say that my brain went brrr

so, uh, take this ig

COLLEGE!RENGA HEADCANONS

warnings: not really proofread lmao, other that that, none ♡

first! of! all!! let's talk appearance:

i'd definitely see reki grow his hair out blame it on that official art okay. still red and wild but he's quite meticulous with his hair routine (mainly because of his job, but more on that later)

(un)surprisingly, he's still absolutely ✨ripped✨

sharper jawline and the lines on his face are more defined  but other than that he still looks and acts 🤧 the same as before

also i would totally see him get a tattoo on his back (a vertical one that would cover his spine oh my god🤤🤤🤤)

moving on to the next dumbass:

langa's hair is the same. y'all can't tell me otherwise. i just know it.

the only thing that's different about it is that he got an undercut (but since he kept the length, nobody really notices)

but

i hc him as having his ears pierced. just,, so many piercings. and he makes them look v professional as well?? but he obviously takes them off during skating bc god forbid having any damage done to his ears while wearing earrings bc lemme tell y'all that shit hURTS okay

n e way

his nails are always so neat like??? wow??? they're always filed expertly in a soft oval shape and he's got really nice nailbeds. bonus points if he's got nailpolish on (even tho it's kinda messily applied but reki painted them the night before and how could he refuse his sweet boyfie 🥺🥺🥺)

lots of small stick n pokes littered across his body. definitely hides an infinity tattoo under his blouse, close to his heart 😭

oh and he's taller than reki hehe >:)

other than that he looks the same (much to everyone's surprise), but i feel like it fits bc langa used to look a lil bit more mature than reki back then, so now it's balanced out yk 😌😌

now, let's talk business:

honestly? i’d love to see reki as a mechanic bUT AS A GRAPHIC DESIGNER HE WOULD BE SO POWERFUL Y'ALL. i mean, since not only does he make his own boards, but he also draws on/paints them ykyk. i could definitely see him just casually walk towards the big-ass building of the corporation he's working for at 9 am, heavy black bag full of art supplies on his shoulder, a smug smirk tugging at his lips because he knows he's the shit™. like, he's looking all grown-up and stuff. geez he'd be a sight for sore eyes 🤧

(but he’d definitely still be hired at dope during college like ik for a fACT).

as for langa..? lmao i’d see him as a starbucks barista or some shit like that during college. like, 2 or 3 part time jobs AND skating practice for national tournaments (imma assume that miya finally corrupted him or summ) AND planning vacations to canada so that he could start snowboarding again (bonus points if he takes reki with him to teach the bean how to snowboard :((( my poor heart)

like,, langa relearning how to love his old passion while reki (clumsily) follows suit?? please (╥ω╥`)

p.s. i can bet that reki does graffiti in his free time (even in the present time) y’all can’t change my mind aND I CAN SEE LANGA TRAILING BEHIND HIM TO HELP HIM CLIMB STUFF AAAAAAA

i’d rlly love to see grown up reki (that has a pretty serious job) just cracking jokes and his back lmfao while skating with langa

also he gives me the ratty sneakers underneath fancy clothes type of vibe yk 😌😌

imagine reki going to work, BUT FIRST going to get starbucks from the place langa works at and also dropping his skateboard (and a kiss bc yes) there while at it.

then he goes to the corporation he works at and yk all’s chill, he's drawing and creating new concepts

and then, after he’s done, he just kinda dissapears ig?? and nobody knows where???

so please let’s just take a moment to imagine the shock on his collegues’ faces when, while going home, they see reki doing tricks on the skateboard (in, like, a parking lot or summ), two steaming starbucks cups chilling next to an even steamier blue-haired dood that cheers on reki (and gives him a kiss whenever he nails a higher difficulty trick)

LIKE PLEASE I NEED TO SEE THIS HAPPEN!!! :(((

[zuxnon]

CEO SVT | wonwoo - fast pace

disclaimer: i don’t know what the fuck i’m doig, i didn’t proofread this or anything, i feel weird formatting it to look niceish when it’s bad but imma try anyways, i changed up minor details a bit into it and a good bit of it was written when i was half asleep so if you notice something’s wonky ignore it and/or lmk so i can fix it thanks. ANOTHER DISCLAIMER consider this somewhat of an intro i couldve just made it one long part since the next one is gonna be him too but oh well

summary: everything moves fast when you’re the ceo of a large company. you never have time to waste and when you want something, you get it. what do you do when what you want might not be used to the same lifestyle as you?

seokmin always had weird requests. it was nothing unusual for him to send you, somewhat of an assistant to him, on wild goose chases for random purposes. for that reason, you weren't particularly surprised when he told you to go to a small bookstore across town and buy exactly 15 copies of "The Case of The Missing Heart," a new murder mystery book that had just been published about a week before. you didn't bother questioning it like you might have back when you had just started here. you just grabbed your drink and purse, stood up from your desk, and smiled. "sure, boss." was the only reply you gave him, somewhat hummed in a tone of clear amusement, but he didn't seem to care. he flashed a pearly grin, sent you a wave, and turned back into his office as you turned to leave. there was nothing else to it.

soon enough there you were, scouring the relatively empty bookstore for your boss's most recent questionable request, and you found it. it had probably already been half an hour since you'd left work, you figured he'd probably expect you back in another half hour, and while you doubted he'd care too much, you still didn't want to be late. if you could call it late, that was. with that thought crowding your mind, you quickly snatched a book, then two, then three off the shelves. you would've continued, had you not been distracted by subtle movement out of the corner of your eyes.

standing there, to your utter surprise, was the grim reaper. or, well, you assumed it was more likely a very tall man under a grim-reaper cape, staring down at a game. a game that looked rather familiar from the corner of your eye, and with a risky glance away from the hooded figure and towards the game he was pulling off the shelf, you understood why.

"I worked on that game," you mused aloud, not entirely understanding why you felt the need to tell the grim reaper your life story. but it was too late to do anything about it now, wasn't it? he stilled for a moment, shocked, but slowly turned his head to look at you. you were pretty sure that somewhere under all that thick black fabric, you saw the glint of some silver-rimmed glasses and a few curls of hair.

"You did?" he asked, and if you were to give the grim reaper a voice, it would've probably been something similar to that. your mind briefly flashed back to the scene in goblin where eun-tak asked the goblin if he was the goblin in the library, but you smartly decided against recreating that for fear he might kill you. internally, you gasped. were you already dead? what if this was a test?

wonwoo, on the other hand, was horribly amused. he felt bad, finding amusement in a girl's struggles, but judging by the look on her face, she knew he caught her as soon as she saw his face. he lazily, reached up, finding no reason to continue hiding his identity anymore, and slipped his hood off. she seemed even more stunned. he almost had to bite his lip to hold his smile back, but he somehow managed to keep it at bay without such a show of amusement. she was cute, he noted, but she was also a liar. Wonwoo was friends with the creator of this game, had even made a few appearances to help when he could.

"that's interesting, i didn't see you working when i was there." he said. it was interesting, a change in character that any of his friends would've mocked for months had they seen it, but something about the awkward, familiar energy (familiar in the sense that in some way, she reminded him of himself) she held calmed him. he couldn't explain it, or really understand it, but he could tell she was nothing to be afraid of, she didn't have it in her to tell anyone that he was different around her than his image would suggest. nor did she have the guts to argue, which was also comforting because, well, neither did he.

contrary to his beliefs though, she felt a fire ignite in her veins at his words. the tips of her ears flushed red in embarrassment and she glanced around to make sure nobody was listening in. to her relief, there was nobody around.

"that's interesting, i didn't see you while i was working on it either. as someone credited on the back of the game, you'd think i'd recognize you if you were there." you hissed, crossing your arms defensively over your chest. it wasn't a particularly harsh hiss, but there was no denying the slightly confrontational diction you chose, and he was taken aback just as were you. you, of course, were proud of your work, didn't want that credit stolen from you by some grim-reaper cosplayer who just happened to go shopping and decided to pretend he knew everything about everything- you shut yourself up, knowing you should stop before you made yourself any angrier.

you knew you weren't exactly confrontational, and soon enough the adrenaline of your little outburst had passed and you were slowly cowering back to, avoiding his eyes and looking back to your bookshelf.

"what's your name?" he asked quietly, after quite a few moments of silent staring on his side, flipping the game to see the credits. you said you were on there, and of course you should know your own name.

you shot him a look out of the corner of your eyes, collecting more books off the shelf one at a time. "Why, so you can stalk me? i don't think so."

"oh, so you're admitting that you're not in the game credits?

"I never said that." you bit quietly, frowning to yourself. at this point, he had a bit of a frown on his lips as well. well, at least until he noticed the book you were pulling off the shelf.

"well, i published that book you seem to want so many copies of."

at this point, he was just being an ass. you knew for sure you didn't like this grim reaper. you weren't going to tell some random man off the streets your name, give him more opportunity to find and kill you, and he didn't seem to like that so he decided to mock you. well, it didn't sound like mocking when it fell from his lips but you could tell a mocking word choice when you heard one. you dished out a lot of them yourself, rather than actually confronting people.

"yeah, and i wrote it." you grumbled. with one big, bad idea of a swoop, you somehow managed to catch the rest of the 15 books that somehow fit on that shelf before you used your arm as a makeshift windshield wiper to knock them all in your pile and scurried off. but even though your encounter was brief, somewhat of a reserved argument between reserved people, it left him deep in thought. curious. wondering. and, of course needing that game more than ever before.

and then that was the end of it. you got back to work, followed seokmin's orders and studied more on game creation with the help of both him and the team working for him. you forgot about the cute but obnoxious grim reaper boy and continued on with day to day life. three months passed, to be a little more exact, until the next game launched, and seokmin threw a party. you were still too new to have experienced one of the launch parties before, but he always invited the people he worked most closely with and, of course, his friends. it was somewhat of a small event though, at least in comparison to the expectations you had for such a highly coveted event. or, at least you assumed it was because of the guest list. you didn't know much about your boss' personal life, but it was impossible not to know about seokmin's 12 high-end ceo friends because all of the young women in the building seemed to have a favorite. jeonghan was the name you heard the most. you weren't sure what he did, but you didn't doubt that he was probably gorgeous.

you just didn't find the time to look into it, as you were just finishing up school and devoting all extra time to your job as seokmin's assistant. you started out as an intern, but he liked your drive, your goals, and so he offered you a real job to help pay the bills and get you more experience. he didn't have to help you, but he did and you weren't going to make him regret it.

due to that, this would be your first time meeting any of his friends. you were a little nervous, but you felt the same way meeting anyone. rich, famous, cute as they may have been, you wouldn't let it make you any more nervous than usual. you had little time to be very interested in them, and they would never be interested in you anyways, you're just seokmin's assistant so what would be the purpose of it? theres no sense getting any more nervous around them than you would your mom's friends.

that thought, and any other, cleared when you walked in. it seemed normal. lavish, but that was to be expected. but before you had much of a chance to take in the decorations, you were swept into the madness by a familiar coworker.

time moved quickly, you were never granted with enough seconds to form proper thoughts or observations, feeling like a human hot potato as your coworkers passed you from conversation to conversation- which half the time you could only pretend to know shit about- each keeping you only until they found someone else to entertain themselves with. many of whom had already had just enough alcohol for everyone to tell they were drinking. it was somewhat entertaining, you thought as you finally snuck off to a corner off behind the snack table, slowly consuming a donut you grabbed off it in your escape. at least, until you bumped into something. originally, you thought it was a pole at first, or maybe a rather un-leafy plant, but upon feeling it stumble further back with a gasp, you realized it wasn't. with a squeak of surprise, you jumped around (almost tripping thanks to the heel on the back of your shoes) reaching to help catch the boy, but he had already caught himself and so you reaching for someone who wasn't actually falling caused you to fall, right into his chest.

he caught you with his hands on your upper arms, catching you with the tip of your nose mere centimeters away from smearing your foundation all over his pristine black suit jacket.

your breath is caught, a lump in your already-tight throat because you're so afraid that if you move at all you'll ruin his outfit. so you don't move. he moves you. slowly, he pushes you back up into your feet, neither of you meeting each other's eyes until you're steady, a safe distance away from him and his expensive looking suit.

oh, but when you do meet each other's eyes, all hell breaks loose between you. it takes mere seconds for you to recognize him, seconds of silently wondering where you recognized his face from until you unintentionally gasp aloud, "grim reaper!"  at the same time as he gasps in a similar tone "bookstore girl!"

[lostincalum]

Ridiculous Afternoon- Ethan Dolan

AN: Idk what this is, and very few people asked for it, but imma post it regardless (p.s. this is not proofread) ((p.p.s. pls give me some constructive criticism)) 

TW: none

Word count: 1175

Other parts: 

Winter Mornings (part 1)  

LA noon (part 2) 

The Last Night (part 4)

People that wanted to be tagged: @anotherawkwardaustralian @bestfriends-0212 @dropdeadhood @curlsfthemmings

The LA beach was bustling with people. Since you and Ethan had talked after the flight, you had gone out on a sort of date. The first one since you had admitted that you loved him. He had not said anything back, and you were alright with that. Because you knew he was not completely ready yet. But you did notice that he had become clingier and a tad bit quieter than usual. It was all in the way he laced your hands together while driving there, and squeezed every so often.

"You okay, Eth?"

You were standing at the back of the car unloading two surfboards from the roof. It was a strange contrast to the morning you had. It had been quiet and cozy, this was more wild and serene. It felt a lot like the two of you. The winter had always felt like it matched your personality more. Filled with evenings in front of the fireplace after a day out in the snow. Ethan was definitely summer, with warm skin, road trips and summer antics. Like surfing.

"Yeah, just a little lost in thought."

He gave you a loving smile, and continued to pull on his wetsuit.

"Hmm, just don’t do it while were out there, wouldn’t wanna wipe out now do we."

Nothing in the world made you laugh as much as Ethan wiping out, it was not because you wanted to see him suffer. He just came up with the most ridiculous excuses as to why he wiped out. Pervious examples consisted of not enough wax on the board, blinding sunlight and other stupid people, trying to steal his wave.

"Psshh, I'll be fine, I always am."

You gave the zipper of your own wetsuit a tug, until you felt it reach the top, giving you the slightly claustrophobic feeling. You always felt a little self-conscious about your body in this tight garment. And like clockwork Ethan gave you your board and a kiss on the cheek.

"You look so hot right now."

The smile that came to your lips was a little wry, but appreciative enough. So, when you put the board under your arm, you stretched the other out to your boyfriend and started walking down the beach, everything felt kind of perfect. The cold temperature of the water made your toes curl deeper into the sand. The leash came on to both your ankles fast.

Wading into the ocean, you put the board down and laid down on it, always with Ethan by your side. Paddling out to the line- up you gave a little wave to the people already there. It was pretty heavily dominated by guys, but there were a few girls too.

Spotting a set was not hard, even less so when there were so many people there. A couple of people started paddling for it, you included. Ethan sat back and watched with admiration as you caught your first wave of the day, giving a small yell of encouragement along with the other guys still in the line- up. There was one guy who seemed to yell a little louder and be a little rowdier, as Ethan noticed, but after your little confession earlier in the day he felt pretty confident.

When you came back to the line- up, you paddled straight to the little trio of girls that sat there.

"Ayy, that was such as good wave!"

One of the girls spoke excitedly as you neared them.

"Thank you! It felt good, I haven’t been out here in a while"

Surfing was definitely higher up on the list of things that made you feel at peace.

"Who's the guy you're here with?"

The same girl as before asked, while the others chimed in that he looked familiar.

"Oh, it's actually my boyfriend, Ethan"

To be honest you almost said it was just a friend, just out of instinct. It felt good to say to other people who he really was to you.

"His last name doesn't happen to be Dolan?"

This time it was the girl on the left who talked. The question made you a little unwell, but you decided to go with honesty either way.

"Actually, it is." ��

Your smile was not the most authentic, although they did not seem to have bad intentions.

"I thought it was, that makes you Y/N, right?"

A blush made its way to your cheeks and you could feel them heating up. To hide it, you turned to see who the next person in the line- up was to catch a wave. Ethan, of course it was. He caught it and almost made it through, just as he turned your eyes met and he wiped out.

You were rinsing off the saltwater with Ethan, just goofing around and splashing water on each other, when a guy from the line up walked up to you.

"Heyy babe"

If you were to be honest, you could feel your eyes roll into the back of your head with annoyance. So, you tried to ignore him, but you had no had no such luck.

"I was watching you surf, and I was thinking to myself, this girl could use some lessons from me."

Now this was where you had it, you knew you were not the best, but this was insulting so you turned around to look at the cocky boy. You heard Ethan snicker behind you though.

"Excuse me?"

"I asked if you would like some lessons in surfing, your buddy here obviously doesn’t know how to teach you properly."

A smirk was plaster on his face, he obviously felt proud of the supposed insult.

"First of all, stop grimacing like that, its creepy. Second of all, that is my boyfriend and I think you know that very well. Third of all you're low if you think that is an eligible way to approach someone you're interested in."

The boy seemed bewildered. He looked left, then right, then left again. His blond hair hung down in his face and a blush was quickly covering his cheeks and neck. You just watched as the boy trotted away.

"Ouch, that was harsh-"

Ethan had put his arms around your shoulders and pulled you back into his now naked torso. You could feel every rumble deep in his chest when he talked.

"But also kinda hot."

Stopping the giggles that came from your mouth was practically impossible. He gently pulled the zipper down to reveal your bikini top that was underneath. Ethan placed a gentle kiss to your shoulder. Turning around you gave him a little wink.

"Come on buddy, let's get going. If we're lucky Gray hasn't tried to cook yet."

Ethan laughed, but nodded in agreement.

"Anyhow, why did you wipe out this time?"

You asked out of curiosity, also because you wanted to hear what ridiculous reason he could come up with.

"I was blinded by your beauty."

He said it like it was so simple.

"And also, because I realized I love you."

[thesupreme316]

You know what I am in need for. A HOOK fic about his reaction to the reader being in the woman’s royal rumble and winning or getting eliminated

I GOT YOUUUU

Hook's Reaction to You in the Royal Rumble (Hook x Fem!Reader):

Genre: Fluff and Angst headcanon

Summary: How Hook would react to you being in the Royal Rumble

Word Count: 821

Supreme Speaks: OKAY SO, i decided to do a headcanon reaction only cause I couldn't decide. i hope that was okay. Anyways, i hope the anon who requested this likes it and so does everyone else. like always my requests and inbox are open to all. ALSO, i hope everyone is doing well and remember you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: slightly proofread

Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @diabloguapos

Imma do both

Dating Hook (Tyler) would be everything I said in this post (shameless plug)

However, I feel like he would be more protective of you due to you being in the WWE

He would hate the distance and the fact that your schedules didn’t align with each other

But when he heard that you would be in your first royal rumble

He immediately told Tony that he had to be there to support you

I mean it’s your first major pay-per-view, it was pretty exciting

Especially after a great year of wins and championships in NXT

Many people anticipated you to win and go on to Wrestlemania

Anyways, Tyler would get on the first plane to San Antonio with Ricky Starks (who was there to support Cody Rhodes)

Tyler was dripped out in your merchandise (most likely a hoodie)

He made sure you were warmed up; helping you with stretches, giving you a pep talk

He watched the match with you until you were given five minutes

You kissed him and walked over to the gorilla and waited for your music to start (you were #30)

As your music hit the arena, the crowd went wild as your music shocked them and your opponents

Then, what happened next would shock you and go down in your career

Winning the Royal Rumble:

You started to whoop everyone’s ass upon entering the ring

Rhea, Liv, Nikki, everyone caught your hands

Tyler was smiling from ear to ear as you suplexed people left and right

Ricky looked over at him and started to clown him

“Awe, lil Hook is in love! Look at the hearts in his eyes”

“Shut up before you’re suplexed”

Hook was taking videos of the screen and posting them to his private story

After you eliminated 4 competitors, it was just down to you and Rhea

The crowd was loud for both of y’all, making the floors shake

You circled around each other before coming to blows

After fighting and close calls for ten minutes, you dumped Rhea over the top rope with a dropkick

The crowd cheered loudly, standing on their feet and congratulating you

While you were crying and yelling with happiness, Tyler was backstage dapping Cody and Ricky up

A smile stretched across his face as he clapped loudly and said “That’s my baby”

When you made your way backstage, you immediately hugged and kissed Tyler

Who kept whispering “I’m so fucking proud of you” in your ear

You smiled and thanked him before going around the room and thanking everyone else in the room

Later that night, Tyler uploaded a picture of you pointing to the Wrestlemania sign with a heart and the caption “my lil winner/future champion”

Getting Eliminated:

As it came down between you and Rhea, you felt yourself growing tired

Even though you entered at #30, you wrestled for 45 minutes

You hoped no one could tell but one person did and that was Tyler

Backstage, Tyler grew silent as he analyzed your moves

He noticed you were moving sloppier and slower and he grew worried

You would try to fight Rhea back, it was difficult seeing how she is one of the strongest members of the roster

Ricky and Cody kept telling him “She’s fine, she’ll be okay”

He knew that but he couldn’t help his feelings

Tyler looked back up at the screen, just in time to see Rhea do her finisher on you and then dumped your body over the top rope

He sighed and his heart shattered as he saw your limp body become a little ball

You looked up at Rhea celebrating with tears in your eyes

On one hand, you were happy that your friend would get her Wrestlemania moment

On the other, it was your time for success and happiness; You did everything you could just to be entered the match but came up short

You started to beat yourself up mentally as you were making your way backstage

Tyler immediately hugged you as you silently cried

He rubbed your back and whispered “You did great sweetheart. I’m so fucking proud of you either way. You’re gonna get to Wrestlemania by yourself.”

After leaving the arena, he took you to your favorite fast-food spot to cheer you up

As you sat in the parking lot eating with Tyler (who was going on about how he’s gonna kick Big Bill’s ass), a smile was placed on your face as you remembered what he has done for you

This man called out of work, traveled thousands of miles, and took you out all because he loves you

Even though you lost the match, you felt like a winner cause you are able to say Tyler is the best boyfriend you could ever have

Overall, Hook is that boyfriend who loves you and who will support you win or lose, rain or shine