#okay now I'm tired I'm going to bed

[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

not to sound rude but if youre not a hellenic polytheist you shouldnt be giving other ppl guidance on how to worship the greek gods....... what youre doing is taking deities out of their original cultural and ethnic context and westernize them

Heyo! I'm gonna assume that you're willing to hear out my response rather than just sending this ask in hoping that I'll suddenly change my entire practice. I'm not quite sure which part of my blog you have a gripe with, so I'll just interpret it both ways;

For one, I.... don't give advice to people who aren't asking for it. I only really post for my followers, and the only time I actively "give advice" is when I either address the reader of a post (AKA my followers, not intended for people who don't like my blog) or B. when someone sends me an ask actively looking to me specifically for my advice because my way of doing deity work resonated with them. I will forever encourage my followers to just fully ignore any of my advice that doesn't resonate with them! Their relationship with their gods is their own, and not mine.

That being said, I think this ask is probably less about advice giving and more about me practicing the wrong way- you're right, I'm not a Hellenic polytheist. Actually, I'm a witch, and I can point you to the entirety of witchblr and witches on just about every other social media to say that I'm not the only one who works with deities this way. Hellenic polytheism and witchcraft are two very different things, they just sometimes include the same deities. A lot of witches work with them, as it's an open pantheon, and they're not Hellenic polytheists either.

I don't give advice on how to worship the gods. In fact, I don't think anyone who considers themselves as worshipping the Greek gods would even find my blog useful because I don't worship the gods I work with. I've spoken quite a bit on here about how I work with them rather than worship, and how important it is to my craft that I view my deities as allies and friends rather than authority figures. I take their advice not because they have any control over my life and choices, but because I trust them.

I'll be honest with you; I find the way Hellenic Polytheists practice to be something that would be harmful to me. I think it's beautiful, and believe me I've actually looked into how they practice- it works for them and I love it! But that way of practicing would destroy my relationship with my deities for reasons I won't bother rambling about on this post. (Long story short: Miasma, amongst other things)

All that to say: the Greek deities are an open pantheon and tons of witches work with them. I respect Hellenic polytheism but it isn't for me. Respectfully, practice your way and allow me to practice mine.

[koiartie]

the fallen angel

[exhaustedwriterartist]

Regular Leo and Our Other Halves Leo. My little vent outlets:

I head cannon Leo disassociating, reliving events, and having a truly hard time forgiving himself post-movie.

Joys shown through my boy. Art block is starting to hit hard, but I've retaliated by drawing my feelings in two mediums.

[deoidesign]

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[snepfeathers]

pros of being mostly immune to online impulse purchases: I can save my money and use it on more necessary things, like rent and groceries

cons of being mostly immune to online impulse purchases: I don't get to have The Thing

[c4ts4ndstuff]

the "foundation" of the castle will use prismarine blocks btw, here's a rough example

i can't decide, and i keep forgetting about all the blocks they've added in the past few years which makes me excited and harder to make a decision

[scrawlingskribbles]

help I'm suddenly waxing extremely emo abt Enid "friendless lone(ly)-wolf but at least free to exist as her truest self" vs. Rad "having friends but at the cost of being completely-utterly trapped by Their opinions/expectations of him", wahhhh,,,,,

[popcorn-plots]

[captain holt voice]

D O O M S C R O L L I N G

[popcornkwantum]

Swiftli week, day 4

Free theme! (Laser tag)

Summary:

“I’d easily get more hits on you than you on me!” Taylor claims.

Lincoln’s smile turns into a playful smirk. “Oh is that right?”

Taylor leans in, standing on his tiptoes to get a little bit closer to Lincoln’s level. It makes him think of those professional boxing stare-showdowns. “Yea, that’s right, Mr. Li-Wilson.”

“You’re on, Swift.”

“Guys, we literally just finished the first game,” Normal tries to pipe up in between the two, “Maybe it's time for a little break first?”

“No! Someone has to taste true defeat,” Taylor shouts and points to the air, like an anime character ready for the fight, and picks up his laser tag armor again.

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OR:

Lincoln and Taylor get a little too competitive in a game of laser tag and are willing to do everything to win

[iwakuraz]

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[that-was-anticlimactic]

just accidentally spilled an entire water bottle on my bed :)

took my sheets off and put a towel over it. then looked up what to do just in case and. like everything said "use a fan" and "mold could happen so be careful" and now i am Terrified of getting mold since so much spilled and since i don't have any fans. i am so tired oh my god i just want to go to bed

[plangentia]

group holidays are always fine in theory until people begin to grate on you on day 2

[highlifeboat]

You know how sometimes you think about something sweet and your mind goes "but what if we made it darker?".

Yeah.

So what if Max's mom was revived somehow?

Like we talked about it happening with Marguerite in the past, and the way it fucked with Mia, but what about in this case? How much would it fuck with Max?

Would he be happy, cause she's back? Sad, because it's not his entire family? Traumatized, cause "oh god he saw her broken body, bleeding on the ground and *he ran*, he ran away and he couldn't save them, couldn't save his siblings, her other children, she must hate him, want him gone, he is a monster and undeserving..."?

How would she react to him? (I like to think she would forgive him, would hold and love him. Maybe be a bit overprotective about Dani and the others, because she knows their rep, and he is her "last child left".)

How would she respond to having a son now, rather than the daughter she thought she had? (I hope she would love him all the same, he deserves that much. (Darker thought that it's more because of her not wanting to lose another kid than overall acceptance/understanding, but ehhhh, that might *too* dark. Though I could at least see the confusion still))

How did she get back? My bet's on Miranda - looking for new ways to revive some of her fallen followers, to bolster her ranks once more, and started with his family because, even if they were ripped apart by Lycans, that's easier to repair than those burnt alive. And Alcina won't let her close enough to her property to use the scarecrows or zombie maidens anymore. Plus "(he)'s always whining about the loss, anyhow. (He) should be grateful I'm so generous." (As if she would ever do anything for reasons other than her own gain, and maybe to try to get on Mia's good side more by appealing to one of her "friends").

What if she came back wrong?

Anyway, long post is long. Sorry for the rambling lol (Yes I put some of Miranda's speech in parenthesis cause I refuse to misgender Max, even to quote that bitch)

When I tell you I went fucking FERAL FOR THIS–

OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY–

I strongly believe pulling bodies from the rubble of the slaughter and deciding to play God is something Miranda would do. However, I find it far more likely that she would pull Max’s mom by pure chance more than anything. Perhaps she was simply scouring the aftermath and his mom’s corpse was one of the less-mangled/easier to repair bodies she came across. Took any valuables off, stripped the body, and went to work mending the flesh and repairing what she could manually before starting on Cadou injections. And because Miranda had more than one corpse that she pulled, Max’s Mom wasn’t the first to be experimented on, so she wasn’t revived until recently.

Now, having memories in tact when revived was slowly becoming a trend, so she wasn’t surprised when the woman woke up, looked directly to her, and let out a raspy “Mo–ther Mir…a-nda…?” Recognizing something as significant as herself was obvious. But she seemed to retain… more than the basics. When she started coming around, getting more aware, she started to panic. Rambling on about the Lycans, standing from the operating table and calling for various names. None of which Miranda knew except for “Maxima”–(Which, let's be real she only knows his (dead)name because he’s such a disrespectful shit towards her)

So, in typical “Let’s see how far this goes” Miranda fashion, she points his mom in the right direction to find Max. (AKA the giant castle that is commonly known as a human death trap. So his mom is freaking out a little at that information) Then just kind of… sends her off with nothing else.

Okay, so, once his mom finds him in the castle and they’re technically reunited, Max is just…. So many things at once. Emotions are so high, for both of them.

On Max’s side, he’s… He’s happy, but also incredibly confused, and terrified, and just…. Every emotion imaginable feels like it’s weighing on him. His mom is here, alive, but there’s scars and stitches and her skin tone is a sickly pale that almost rivals Alcina. All the evidence of what happened on display, it reminds him of what he’s tried so hard to forget but… But she’s here. For real. He can touch her, say everything he didn’t get to, he can hug her, but he doesn’t know if he should. So much about it hurts, but not all of it is in a bad way.

And that doesn’t even cover the guilt and trauma that seeing her brings. That’s a whole other beast. When his mother asks him what happened to his other siblings, he can’t even begin to try and tell her. How can he? How is he supposed to explain what he allowed to happen, all because he was too much a fucking coward. That all he did was run. That even the one he managed to get to a safe location died anyway. That the only child she has left is the only one that deserves to be dead.

He hasn’t felt the weight of emotions like this since that day, and that’s evident when he starts having a full breakdown over it all. He can’t stop himself from shaking and when the tears come he can’t hide it. When she pulls him into a hug in a hope to comfort him, he clings onto her as if it’s life or death. Because to him it may as well be.

And from her side…. She doesn’t even know what to think. He looks so incredibly different from what she remembers. She almost didn’t realize who he was, but that face and those eyes are unmistakable to her. He looks older than he should, she thinks, and tired. As if he hasn’t slept in years. And the scars. Not to mention… everything else about his appearance. She has so many questions for him, but she asks about her other children first.

The look he gives her is answer enough, but the sobbing that quickly follows it is all the confirmation she needs. Her heart twists like a knot, knowing her children suffered the same fate as her, the pain and fear they all must have felt. That Max has suffered all this time, a lone survivor. When she pulls him into a hug, he squeezes her tight, and for a while they just… sit, on the floor. She rocks him a little, strokes his hair, anything to try and calm him. Between his heavy sobs are raspy apologies. He’s so sorry, he tells her, he should have done more. He couldn’t save them. He was so scared and the Lycans came so fast. And she tells him to hush. She’s not upset with him, it wasn’t his fault, she loves and forgives him. Whatever he needs to hear in order to compose himself a little.

In terms of Max’s transitioning, it definitely takes her by surprise. She isn’t necessarily upset about it in any way, he’s still her baby, and she’ll love him no matter what identity he chooses to go by. But she also doesn’t fully understand it. And he doesn’t expect her to, as long as she’s supportive. She might slip up and misgender him by accident on occasion, but it’s not malicious, and she does correct herself/make an effort to get it right. It might’ve caught her off guard at first, but her love is unconditional. (Also her saying “You’ve grown into a handsome young man.” to him would make him burst into tears again. Like that’s something he would fantasize about.)

I do think the only thing that gets her is the fact… Max is basically integrated into the Dimitrescu family at this point. Like, when Max tells her “You should meet my girlfriend.” She didn’t expect to meet with one of the Dimitrescu Daughters (though Daniela does try to be very polite), nevermind wind up meeting all of them, and Lady Dimitrescu herself.

It does put her into a bit of a protective stance, though. Despite Max insisting things are perfectly fine and the Dimitrescus really aren’t as evil as the stories say, she can’t quite help but be… nervous. They don’t really blame her. (Perhaps she’s a little… too protective. But Max doesn’t seem to mind it.)

Now, the idea that she comes back wrong is even more interesting, because I like to imagine a scenario in which both these worlds exist.

Max gets his mom back, happy family, all is good. For a while, anyway. And then things… change.

Maybe his mom starts becoming a little hostile. More aggressive towards everybody. It starts off little at first, and Max tries to chalk it up to simple stress from trying to adjust to everything. His mom isn’t an angry person, after all. But it slowly starts getting more out of hand, to a point it feels like she’s trying to be territorial.

Of him.

And it’s not something she’s particularly thrilled over. It’s a very “I can’t control myself” scenario. Kind of like a parasite slowly eating at her mind and turning her into a host.

And I just think it would be really fun if it culminated in some physical fight between her and Daniela, and Max having to step in and break it apart.

[raven-writes-fanfic]

Happy Birthday, Bucky Barnes! 🎈

As some of you may remember, I've been working on a Stucky interpretation of the story of Conn-Eda, an Irish fairytale. I'm not done yet, but in honor of Bucky's birthday (ilysm babe!), I'm gifting the world with part 1 of my story!

Prince Steven Rogers's life is in danger. After being tricked by his cunning stepfather, Steven must embark on a quest to retrieve rare artifacts. The problem is that the items are impossible to obtain. Steven is fairly certain he will not survive. But fate has other plans for our intrepid hero. Before he sets out on his journey, Steven is gifted a Movyatzekan (a talking horse), and the creature quickly becomes his dearest friend. When the quest takes a dark turn and requires Steven to do the unthinkable, will he be able to follow through? Will he get his happily ever after?

Check it out here!

@voylitscope this one's for you, doll! 💗

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 5, day 26

I'm happy with the rough draft so now we move on to tying down the design :) I had an idea for how I want to outline the text to make it pop, and so far I'm liking it!

[piplupod]

i keep thinking idk what the point is anymore but the point is that i want to make art. not even share it necessarily, i just rly want to make things bc i love doing it and its kind of one of the only things im good at. but the world is so impossibly fucked and i am so terrified and trapped and i feel guilty all the time because my brain thinks i am at fault for everything wrong in the world no matter how much i do to combat it and no matter how much risk i put myself in during the combatting.

and I'm not even having a breakdown because I'm hungry so I can't fix these feelings, this is just... what I am experiencing I guess. fuck!