#kicked a devotee

[rightnewshindi]

खेरेश्वर धाम मंदिर में पुजारी ने भक्त को मारी लात, पीड़ित ने दर्ज करवाई शिकायत; वीडियो हुआ वायरल

Uttar Pradesh News: अलीगढ़ पलवल हाईवे पर स्थित खेरेश्वर धाम मंदिर में एक भक्त को लात मारते हुए एक पुजारी का सीसीटीवी फुटेज सोशल मीडिया पर वायरल होने के बाद विवाद खड़ा हो गया है। न्यूज़ 18 की रिपोर्ट के अनुसार, लोधा पुलिस स्टेशन के पास हुई इस घटना में पुजारी के खिलाफ पुलिस में शिकायत दर्ज कराई गई है। वीडियो सोशल मीडिया पर तेजी से वायरल हो गया। कई एक्स हैंडल से वीडियो शेयर किया गया। कुछ ही मिनट के…

[utilitycaster]

Brennan: If there were real gods I'd hope they'd be like Ayden and Trist

[just-null]

I don't ever see noritoshi fanart and by GOD you're doing him so much justice....THANK YOU KING !!!! ❤️❤️🔥

I ALWAYS ASK MYSELF THAT VERY QUESTION WORD FOR FUCKING WORD. "am i doing him justice..?" youre fucking wonderful and tysm, i'll continue feeding Noritoshi content that we all lack bc of this. thats a sign from god baby. can i get an amen.

[lettuce-tv]

new addition to my already incomprehensible brain pidgin let's fuckin goooooo

[hazardsoflove]

yeah that checks out

[abyssalpriest]

honestly i really need to go somewhere that has sunlight for several months and lose my mind worshiping him as the sun

[ebitenpura]

Thoughts incoherent cuz it's too early for me still but hc that during Onslaught + Echoes Eight returns to the Empire but mostly to manage Jadus' financials and other garbage that he can't take care of all the way over in solitude, so he just returns to tend to his property and other shit, all the while playing the role of bereaved widower whose husband hasn't come back from the war so he can pretend he's too melancholic and aggrieved to get involved in current conflicts (liar). This of course, makes a lot of Sith fall for it bc when he starts swiping at his tears it gets really awkward, and it's a bad look if you ask someone's weeping spouse to fight for you instead when they're wailing about how they feel so unsafe and alone and they're just a weak little officer who needs a big strong Sith to protect them yet they will wait an eternity for Lord Jadus to return and oh woe.

The minute they leave, he drops the act.

[reticent-fate]

Coping with divinekin related feelings by making a spreadsheet and trying to think about a tarot deck based on exomemories again 🙏

//inhales deeply//

-Nova

[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

I have a witchy class in about an hour that's probably going to result in some pretty major work on my end, and instead of taking my meds and getting food I'm still laying in bed scrolling through Tumblr.

Taking this as my deities/dragons screaming at me via Hermes XD

special channeled message from Lord Hermes:

EAT BEFORE SPELLWORK

EAT BEFORE YOU START CASTING

EAT FOOD!!!! IN YOUR TUMMY!!! BEFORE!!!!!! YOU START YOUR RITUAL!!!!!

YES I KNOW YOU’RE NEURODIVERGENT

YES I KNOW YOU HAVE FOOD REPULSION AND YOU STRUGGLE WITH RECOGNIZING YOUR OWN HUNGER

PLEASE JUST TRY TO EAT BEFORE YOU START YOUR SPELLWORK!! EVEN IF ITS SOMETHING SMALL! U NEED THE ENERGY!!!! PLEASE!!!!!! U SILLY GUY!!

Hermes devotees, Lord Hermes is going to GET YOU if you don’t have a meal before practicing. You can’t hide that headache from him he KNOWS! and he just wants you to take care of yourself!!!

Hermes: your hands are shaking

me: oh… I’m just… so excited to see you 😅

Hermes: you lying bitch go make yourself a sandwich RIGHT NOW

Me: 🏃‍♂️💨

[lxvebun]

A millennium of unsaid I love you's

Synopsis: love is the most twisted curse of all. Yuuji wonders if it's twisted enough to have even Sukuna in its grip.

Content: Sukuna x gender neutral reader. Fluff+little angst. Lovesick!sukuna, I repeat, Lovesick!Sukuna he's so in love with you it shows in everything he does!! Mentions of character death but its open for you to decide. Slight mention of canon violence. Around 1k words♡ eng is not my first language, lmk if there are any annoying mistakes♡♡

"Have you ever been in love?" Yuuji wonders out loud, not necessarily expecting a serious answer. It's a little past midnight if he's reading the blurry red numbers on the digital clock correctly, and despite sleep clouding over his eyes, he can't seem to find rest. Blankets are carelessly kicked to the edge of the bed in an effort to relieve himself from the summer heat but it doesn't do much to help him ease into that sleepy state either.

(Talking to Sukuna seemed a lot more interesting than counting sheep)

The question hangs in the air for a moment, silence twists around it like a vine, and just before it completely swallows it up, the answer floats across his mind similar to a thought but eerily spoken in a different voice.

"Yes"

It's said quietly, almost as if trying to maintain the tranquility of the summer night, but this is Sukuna we're talking about. He doesn't take others into consideration. There's something else that keeps him from voicing his answers out loud.

(Perhaps it's the way he can't talk about you without sounding like a love-sick devotee)

"How!?" Yuuji blurts out before thinking, not realizing the question is rather rude until a sharp flash of pain surges through his body, a little corrective behavior sent from Sukuna, no doubt. "Sorry, sorry. I just didn't expect it, that's all.

It's quiet for a bit. Yuuji takes the time to admire the stars and moonlight shining through the sliver of the curtains. It feels like the moon is extra radiant tonight as it spills a wonderful illuminative light across the room. 

"I don't know"

There's not much he doesn't know, but to this day it's still a miracle to him that you weaved yourself so effortlessly into his very being. Managing to do so without an ounce of resistance from him. Partly believing you were some kind of heavenly punishment sent to bring the king of curses to his knees. To rid the world of a darkness that never should have existed in the first place.

(He'd let you)

"I just was"

There's another part of him that theorizes that maybe you were something that remained of his human self. A soulmate to complete his when his soul wasn't half as dark and twisted as it is now. Born from the same star, hearts carved from the same moon. A red string binds you to him, regardless of the form he takes. How cruel of fate to tie you to a monster and keep it that way.

Quietness tunes back in as Yuuji's thoughts drift elsewhere. For a second, Sukuna thinks he's done with his late-night interrogation.

"What were they like?"

He's not indulging Yuuji, really. But his heart beats back a little warmth into his soul every time he thinks of you. Every time he thinks of your voice, how his name sounded so syrupy and sweet falling from your lips, a stark contrast to how it's usually uttered.

Every time he thinks of your touch, how you always handled him with a gentleness he probably doesn't deserve. As if under all the scars and cursed markings he was made of the most delicate porcelain. Even when you were angry, it never bled violence into your touch.

Gods, your entire being shined so brightly he could pick you out from among the stars. You dug yourself into his chest, ripped out his darkened heart oh so deliciously, and buried yourself in its place. As if you always belonged there.

Just thinking of you stains his mouth all too sweetly, a millennium of unsaid I love you's building up in the back of his throat. He swallows it down.

"They were beautiful" he speaks aloud this time, voice booming around the room. Yuuji flinches a little at the intrusion "And that's enough of your questions tonight, brat"

"Just one more, please"

.....

Yuuji takes the silence as compliance.

"Are they gone?" He puts it into softer terms. Sukuna's a little annoyed at the consideration.

He doesn't know... and he's not sure what hurts more, being oblivious to your fate, or assuming that you have passed. Surely, Uraume would have taken care of you. Then again, are they even around still? A dullness grows in his chest, splinters its way through his ribs, and weighs down into his lungs suffocatingly so at the uneasiness of not knowing.

Looking through Yuuji's eyes, he catches a glint of a star beaming down into the split in the curtain. Shining an ethereal light so brightly he has to avert his gaze.

( he could pick you out amongst the stars. He refuses to believe it's you)

The ache lessens again as the starlight seems to clear his head. You're bound to him by a string of fate, there's not a single universe out there where you're not with him. Even if it's cruel of fate to do so, even if those thousand years apart have turned him into someone almost unrecognizable. You'll be together again. Perhaps your soul is just waiting for the right moment to appear.

"they'll be back" is all he says, and the finality in his tone urges Yuuji to keep his mouth shut despite the whirlwind of questions still racing through his mind. Memories that don't belong to him flicker through Yuujis's mind as Sukuna seems to dream off. They're blurry and foggy and disappear all too quickly for him to make sense of what he's seeing, but he can feel the overwhelming presence of love dripping from the edges. He doesn't question why his heart starts to race too.

Sukuna has been a rot in his side from day one. but if there ever exists an opportunity to save everyone, if he could give him his happy ending should you come back, he thinks he'll grant it to him.

Thank you for reading angels!!♡ i had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoyed this too!

[rebpup]

i could be the perfect devotee, your devotee. your worshipper, i’d ruin my life for you, i’d live for you, i’d cut off everyone, i’d listen to your every word like its gospel. you’re so perfect, you’re divine. please, look at me? please, save me from this terrible world? i need to be special to you, i need to have a purpose, i need you to give me a purpose. i’m below you, i know that, i don’t deserve you. my sins outweigh my need to obey, can’t you help me repent? can’t you make me yours? own me? i need you to ruin me for anybody else. collar me, bruise me, cut me, scar me, kick me and make sure you leave a mark. i’ll do anything to prove my commitment.

[suiana]

------Thirsty Imagine incoming---

Imagine Yan! Cult Leader railing you Infront his followers for a 'ritual' LIKE DNSBADNSJA

Blushing and kicking my feet rn🤭

cw: nsfw, stockholm syndrome or smth idk, god complex??? idk reader got brain washed by cult leader

he thrusts into you relentlessly, rutting into you at a ferocious pace as your hands held onto his shoulders tightly. your breath was laboured from the amount of times he had came in you already, body itching for rest. yet your cult leader had other plans in mind.

"my deity- ngh~ w-we're doing this because of a ritual to cleanse you-! so we can't stop... you understand, right?"

words laced with sarcasm dropped from his lips as he sucked and marked your neck, greedily taking in every part of you. his pace never slowed, still as fast and rough as ever. his hands held your hips tightly, bruising them as his cock hits your sweet spot over and over.

you could only let out tired moans in response, nodding slightly as you stared into those eyes of his. clouded with arousal and devotion they were, and they were all directed to you. you were his deity, the one he worships with all his heart. so who were you to reject this wonderful role? especially when you loved him just as much as he loved you?

it didn't matter whether he fucked you in front of a crowd, and it most certainly did not matter that he had the nerve to claim that this was for a ritual. because you were in love with him. your beloved worshipper. and he had been so diligent in his worshipping! of course you had to repay his devotion.

and what better way than to reassure him of his position as your favourite devotee?

[sleepnowmychild]

Hey.

It’s ok to have a bit of a crush on your deities.

Like hello they’re beings that accept you for who you are, love you and appreciate you, are always there for you, and let’s be real a bunch of them are pretty as fuck. Why WOULDN’T someone have a crush on them? If you can have a parental, best friend, sibling, or even just strictly devotee/deity like relationship, then why would it be wrong to have a bit of a crush?

Of course, no god will be going after anyone underage. Like hello they’re deities, they know that’s wrong. But who didn’t have a bit of a crush on an older celebrity or something as a teen? They’ll just see it as ‘aw, that’s cute’ the way we see kittens and puppies cute, something that’s endearing and sweet, and leave it at that, as any responsible adult would. Maybe they’ll gently tell you change your perspective if they’re seeking a different dynamic with you. And that’s ok.

I’m no expert on godpartnering or anything like that, but the fact it’s even a thing means deities have been knowing about us mortals getting all heart eyed for them for centuries. I promise you it’s nothing they haven’t seen before.

So yes, it’s ok to be a little giddy and leg-kicking for your deities. It’s totally normal for someone who experiences a romantic kind of attraction to have feelings. We all have feelings. The gods know that.

[spideyanakin]

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shake this frost off of my bones ➾ you reunite with your beloved childhood friend, jon snow, at the edge of the world. the both of you have changed, but your feelings certainly haven’t. (THIS!!! THIS is one of THE most gorgeous fic I have ever read ever. the angst, the smut is so perfect. ily for writing this.)

in the palm of my freezing hand ➾ (on my knees for this)

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(series) the dreadful need in the devotee by @feyhunter78 ➾ tyrion lannister's daughter! reader, during your Uncle Robert's Royal Procession, you find yourself enraptured with Ned Starks' bastard son. While Jon has never dreamed so vividly until your arrival, a thread seems to exist between you and him, pulling you together. Luckily for you both, your father Tyrion has decided you need a sworn sword. (this series CHANGED my life it’s so fucking good I’m sobbing)

the bet by @dipperscavern ➾ you’ve made a bet with jon snow — now begs the question, who will come out on top? (THIS HAS ME GIGGLING AND KICKING AND MY FEET)

[crownedwithstars]

Hot Takes and Conspiracy Theories About the Silm by Fourth Age Gondorians

(this post stemmed from the idea of the Silm as a part of some very ancient manuscripts Tolkien was just translating, and how it may compare to real world epics like Edda - stories that may have started as poems and songs written down centuries after the fact in a completely different mode and by someone with very different cultural background than the original context of the poems and possibly with motives about promoting himself or his ancestors. so what if this was how Fourth Age Gondorians regarded the Silm as well and had schools of thought and self-taught enthusiasts debating what the stories actually mean? what kind of takes would they come up with?)

The Two Trees

Valinor did not have some special light-emanating trees and they did not actually die, it's just a nature myth that metaphorically talks about a period when the sky literally darkened; this was caused by some unknown natural disaster (like the explosion of a supervolcano).

references to Tree-light and Elves being enhanced by it is just Noldorin propaganda. 

The Silmarils were not real. At least not as they are portrayed in the Silm. 

there are various theories as to what they really were (religious artifacts? some mandate of rulership? just really pretty jewels and everybody exaggerated how special they were? some kind of a super weapon?), but also more philosophical suggestions that the Silmarils are the elements of air, water and earth itself (hint hint that's why they eventually become part of these), and the struggle over them represents the struggle over rulership of Beleriand/Middle-earth. that in the end the Silmarils aren't really possessed by anyone reflects how all kingdoms eventually fall and nobody under Eru can be a master of the world. 

Fëanor was not a real guy and the sons of Fëanor were not actually related to one another.

like who even is that great and perfect?

he's probably just some kind of a bogeyman made up by the Sindar

did anyone in Beleriand ever even see him? CONVENIENT that he spontaneously combusted almost immediately after he came to Beleriand

also who names their kid "the spirit of fire"??? what if it's not a personal name of any elf but more like a title? or a name associated with some entity that had religious following in Valinor?

there's a clue to this in how Fëanor's supposed sons are mostly referred to as "the sons of Fëanor" or "Fëanorians": it bears thinking that they were not actually related to one another, but "Fëanorian" was a title in a same way that "Fëanor" was a title. It doesn't mean an ACTUAL son to a guy named Fëanor but a devotee to whatever the entity or title named Fëanor represented. 

(they couldn't be real brothers because there just can't be that many hair colours in one family.)

MAYBE FËANORIANS WERE SOME KIND OF A CULT

it was probably some kind of a death cult obsessed with blood and murder, considering their body count 

also because of this they were kicked out of Valinor and all stories about how they WANTED to leave are propaganda. 

Celeborn was at least three or four different guys.

How else do you explain the different versions about who he was?

the one who fathered Celebrían was Galadriel's real true love, but he died in obscure circumstances

this theory you don't really want to talk about much, because you don't want to insult Queen Arwen. Also the current Celeborn may come after you. 

Beren did not actually die and come back

his first death is a symbolic one: he had been estranged from his relatives and people, but by marrying Lúthien he completely leaves behind that life and "dies" as a member of the House of Bëor to become a part of the House of Elwe

he did not come again among Men after marrying Lúthien, in other words he was dead to his original society

the sequence in Mandos where Lúthien pleads for pity was originally a description of a courting scene that got bastardised along the way; she had to go to the remaining members of the House of Bëor and ask for Beren's hand in marriage. They would not agree unless Beren gave up his claim to the title of chieftain, i. e. he has symbolically died. 

Melian was actually Ungoliant

that's why Doriath lasted so long, Morgoth was still scared shitless of her and didn't dare go anywhere near her

Nan Dunghortheb was literally her backyard!!!

why else Lúthien would be able to weave weird dream cloaks???

Húan wasn't a dog, he was an Elf

the idea that he was a dog came from: 

he was the best tracker in Aman, so in Beleriand he was called "The Hound of Valinor". Later generations thought this literally meant he was a dog.  

whoever wrote down the legends about him was a wishful idiot who loved dogs and wanted them to be able to talk (understandable)

Something Weird Was Going On With Maeglin

aside from the obvious, of course

were Aredhel and Eöl really his parents though? was Aredhel even married to Eöl? 

maybe Maeglin was a thrall of Morgoth, or was born in captivity and brainwashed to be loyal, and his task from the beginning was to bring Gondolin down

Aredhel did leave Gondolin like the Silm says, but stuff did not go down like the story tells. 

-during her wanderings, Aredhel somehow found Maeglin and saw him as her shot to stage a coup in Gondolin by claiming he was her son (and male heir for the kingdom). Eöl never existed. Or if he did, he was a random guy Aredhel met and used to her own ends. 

Turgon found out about Aredhel's plans (but not about Maeglin) and he was the one who actually killed her.

maybe she was a Fëanorian cult member in secret and was trying to take over Gondolin for them

Túrin son of Húrin, Mormegil, Turambar and the other aliases associated with The Children of Húrin were actually all different guys

nobody can get up to that much weird shit

the real Túrin probably died in Doriath and Melian covered it up

Elured and Elurin survived. They changed their names and became Elrond and Elros. 

Maglor is the Bigfoot of Middle-earth. There is a dedicated fanclub that keeps track of sightings (which are as obscure and bonkers as you could imagine). 

if you subscribe to "Fëanorians were a death cult" theory, then Maglor is actually an ominous cryptid that foretells misfortunes. 

Thingol is alive and lives as a hermit somewhere in Mirkwood.

Thranduil is aware of it and in fact he has helped to keep it secret all this time.

There are also hot takes about Eärendil and Elwing and whether they were real people. 

Eärendil is a half-elf, actual Star and God's favourite little guy. He has a flying ship and travels in space. He keeps an eye on Satan himself. His birth was foretold, he fought and killed the biggest dragon in history in a massive air battle that caused an entire mountain to collapse, and he may have killed Ungoliant. No real person is that special. 

Elwing wouldn't do what bunch of men (who were maybe in a death cult) told her, she's obviously a villain if she existed. She can't die (was directly prevented by divine powers when she tried to) and chose to be immortal. Also being God's favourite little gal and having the ability to turn into a bird? Very suspicious. 

Silmarien and her descendants were the true heirs of Númenor and if they had ruled, Númenor would still exist

the ruling line had many problematic characters that were not well suited to the role

it also culminated in Ar-Pharazon and all the tragedy that his actions brought

Silmarien inherited some of the most important heirlooms from the First Age, which proves that even her father thought she was the true heir

also Silmarien's descendants survived to maintain was what left of the culture and wisdom of Númenor; further proof of Silmarien's right.

[destielaureversebb]

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Classified Unexplained Phenomena (Type B)” 

Author: allthismusic @folkbloodbaths Artist: @bucketofli

Rating: Mature Archive warnings: None Length: 13,000 words Tags:  Ranger!Dean/Researcher!Cas, Sort-of Case Fic, I'm Not Saying It Was Aliens But It Was Aliens Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  Dean doesn’t expect anyone to believe that he saw a UFO. Hell, he wouldn’t believe it either if he hadn’t seen one when he was just a kid. On the other hand, one not-so-close encounter with the third kind doesn’t mean he isn’t fit to do his job, so he’s not thrilled about being slapped with desk duty for it. But when it turns out there’s more to his new officemate, Castiel, than an inability to organize his filing cabinets, Dean thinks that this might be his chance to finally get some answers. 

Excerpt: 

“X-files,” Dean says. 

“Well, we don’t call them X-files,” Cas says, “This isn’t a TV show. They’re officially categorized as ‘Classified Unexplained Phenomena, type B, documents” but—” 

“Oh, well,” Dean says. Then he shakes his head. “You’re screwing with me,” he says. He kicks himself mentally for not realizing it sooner. Someone at the department’s idea of a joke. But Cas just stares at him, not like he’s been caught abetting a prank, but like he’s waiting for something to click. 

Dean looks at the pile of folders on his own desk, which he could’ve just as easily spent hours sifting through in his usual office, if Bobby hadn’t insisted he do so here. He looks back at the file on Cas’s desk. Something clicks. 

“Classified Unexplained…” he begins slowly. 

“Phenomena, type B, documents.” Cas completes it for him. “Type A documents are connected to a crime. I don’t have access to those.” 

“And type B documents are—” Dean prompts.

“Sightings, encounters,” Cas says, and waves a hand as if to demonstrate the broad range of things the designation could encompass. 

“And you do, what, investigate them?” 

“Evaluate them,” Cas explains. “I used to teach journalism at the college.” 

“Were you interviewing aliens?” Dean asks. He shoves some papers out of the way and leans against the edge of Cas’s desk. 

“My research focus was on the reliability of sources,” Cas says, looking up at Dean. “Especially sources who were making claims that were particularly out of the ordinary.” 

“So, the weirdos telling the National Enquirer that they saw a lizard person in the Albertson’s dairy aisle.” 

“Sometimes,” Cas agrees. “Usually they were more mundane, if still uncommon. Political conspiracy theories, things like that. But sometimes, religious devotees who claimed to have witnessed miracles. And, yes, those who thought they saw signs of the extraterrestrial. So, you see—” he picks up the file that Dean had first noticed and passes it over to him, “transferable skills.”

Posting date: February 26, 2025