#physician deities

[ceremonialmagic101]

Thanks for getting me off my butt to publish my Hymn to Asclepius:

-- @abwatt

“Asklepios, lord Paian, healer of all, you charm away the pains of [those] who suffer. Come, mighty and soothing, bring health, put an end to sickness, then to the harsh fate of death. O blessed spirit of joyful growth, O helper, you ward off evil, honored and mighty son of Phoibos Apollon. Enemy of disease, consort of Hygieia the blameless, come as savior, O blessed one, bring life to a good end.”

— Orphic Hymn to Asklepios (tr. Apostolos N. Athanassakis)

[seriallover]

Shatabhisha- Stuck in a loop!?⭕️

Ruled by Rahu and situated in a sign governed by Saturn, Shatabhisha Nakshatra intertwines the themes of Rahu and Saturn.

Rahu represents obsession, addiction, perfectionism, illusion, desires, and the material world. Saturn, on the other hand, symbolizes restriction, ambition, delays, and discipline. This nakshatra is intriguing to observe because Saturn is often seen as the only planet capable of controlling and restricting Rahu. Addiction is a recurring theme for those heavily influenced by Shatabhisha Nakshatra.

Rahu, symbolizing the insatiable head/mouth, constantly seeks satisfaction. People with strong Shatabhisha influence may struggle with feeling perpetually unfulfilled.

The main symbol of Shatabhisha is an empty closed circle, representing restriction, karma, and limits. ⭕️

This reminds me of a snake eating its own tail, a metaphor for self-destruction often seen in these natives. They may feel stuck in a loop, constantly desiring more than they have, feel, or can access. This symbol illustrates their urge to break free from patterns and limitations.

Shatabhisha also embodies the power to heal, represented by the 100 physicians and healers. Individuals influenced by this nakshatra often have a strong desire for self-improvement, healing, and spiritual growth. They are driven to push boundaries and explore their limits, often oscillating between extremes—addiction to unhealthy behaviors or a "perfect" lifestyle.

Lewis Hamilton is an excellent example of someone who effectively harnesses the energy of Shatabisha. His ascendant lord, Venus, is in Shatabhisha, conjunct his Mars in the 5th house. His Rahu is in Krittika of Taurus, with Venus as the dispositor. Lewis follows a plant-based diet and is very strict with his fitness regimen, as even a small weight gain can affect his racing performance.

This year, he launched a non-alcoholic Blue Agave Spirit, Almave, produced in Mexico.🥃

Krittika, associated with the deity Agni, the god of fire, governs cooking, drinks, and digestion. Agni has the power to burn/purify, reflecting his disciplined approach to diet and lifestyle.🔥

Another example, she’s Shatabhisha Moon.

Another example that comes to mind is Emily Blunt, who has her Sun in Shatabhisha, fittingly playing a role in “Edge of Tomorrow” that mirrors the themes of this nakshatra, as well.

In the film, her character, Sergeant Rita Vrataski, helps Major William Cage (Tom Cruise) break free from a time loop by repeatedly facing and overcoming challenges. Rita’s journey in the movie reflects the Shatabhisha themes of perseverance, healing and ultimately, breaking the cycle to achieve a greater purpose.

Dealing with Rahu's influence can lead to excess, a desire to experience, feel everything or nothing.

However, understanding one's restrictions and seeing the bigger picture can bring freedom. Recognizing and accepting personal limitations allows one to channel obsessive desires into sustaining something meaningful in the material world.

By acknowledging and respecting these restrictions, individuals can transform Rahu's chaotic energy into focused ambition and disciplined action, leading to significant achievements and personal growth.

[baby-prince-oppa]

Fic/Art prompt idea:

𝐋𝐮𝐢𝐠𝐢 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐔

Can either be a Luigi x reader or (preferably) non-romance/smut + purely 3rd person that's very loosely based on some IRL events or perhaps even just a slice-of-life type of deal. However this is one of those things where you'd have to put a lot of research in, so I completely understand that not everyone has the time for that. 😅

Bullet points for this AU off the top of my head:

Son of a wealthy aristocratic family who owns one of the most popular bathhouses in all of Rome and co-owns a theater with another prominent family.

Luigi being educated in mathematics, engineering, and philosophy; practically a golden child in the House of Mangione. Loves to spend most of his time in the library.

Hobbies: chariot racing, archery, reading poetry and epics

His patron deities are Apollo and Asclepius.

Major concern over his chronic back pain (yup! still a thing here) so he has to see a physician frequently. May possibly render him unable to sire a future heir if the condition worsens, which is why Luigi remains unmarried past the expected time window since many potential suitors had to be turned away. Neighbors would gossip about it every now and then. A sense of shame threatens to consume his thoughts (he is his father's only son who couldn't continue the bloodline) but he represses it.

His beauty and brilliance still remains the talk of the town however, and the fact that he remains single for so long definitely adds to that allure. Every time he hangs out with his closest friends out in the marketplace or other public spaces, he is bound to turn many heads everywhere he goes.

[venussaidso]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴 — 𝘈𝘚𝘏𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘐𝘚

Johnlock is an Ashwini-Ashwini ship. Dr John Watson, played by Ashwini Moon Martin Freeman, is the known fictional physician companion to Sherlock Holmes, played by Ashwini Moon Benedict Cumberbatch, who is a sociophathic investigator. The deities that rule this nakshatra are physicians and Ketu nakshatras are known to be cast as mystery-solving investigators. Sherlock's high intelligence is in connection to Ashwini, the nakshatra known for speed and an active mind.

Clara Oswald is to the Twelfth Doctor is what James Watson is to Sherlock Holmes, I just realized. The Twelfth Doctor and Sherlock Holmes portray a similar archetype of Ashwini; both prone to isolation, their intellect and sense of superiority being at the expense of their human emotions, the two being driven by their genius and recklessness. As stated before, Ashwini nakshatra is related to an active intelligence. And it is interesting that the companions they form a deep love and respect for are also Ashwini natives themselves.

Clara Oswald and James Watson embody another side to this Ketu nakshatra which balances and challenges the antisocial genius archetype. As both their partners are abrasive and cold, they counter that by bringing emotional insights and grounding foundation to the dynamic while still being able to keep up with their speedy wit (specifically Clara with Twelve).

For Sherlock Holmes and James Watson, they function like complementary twins— being opposites that fit together. They become inseparable because they offer what the other lacks. These two literally have a deep, unhealthy attachment to one another. But it's not as worse as Clara and Twelve.

Because Clara Oswald and Twelve's relationship evolves to them literally becoming mirrors of each other. As Ketu sucks things in, we see how much Clara takes on his personality through her evolution. She adopts his personality, as he does hers. Their connection becoming so deep that it shapes their identities, until their relationship actually becomes their identity. Which speaks to how receptive Ashwini can be, also speaking to the 1H themes and Libra being the 7th house from Aries.

Clara actually starts to be an equal in the series when she's by his side, the pair functioning like inseparable twins, anticipating each other's thoughts and actions. Their co-dependence and affection for each other so intense that it is addictive as it is destructive to those around them. Their separation ultimately leading him to obsessive, destructive, desperate behaviours — as he feels like he lost a big part of his identity as well. Exactly how Sherlock Holmes would react had he lost Dr James Watson.

In addition to this, but more different, there are two Beauty-&-the-Beast tropes of this Ashwini-Ashwini dynamic. One is Spike and Buffy who have a relationship in which one character embodies the humanity and goodness the other craves and has a choice to learn from, although their toxic duo is marked by conflict and co-dependence.

The Ketu nakshatras being associated with Beauty in this trope, as well as the Beast (after the Jupiter naks of course), highlights the theme of their relationship. His character is marked by darkness and a longing for acceptance, while she seeks to understand the complexities of those around her. He represents the Beast, as she is initially repulsed by his vampirism, before she sees beyond his monstrous exterior to see the vulnerability within.

In the kdrama Sweet Home, Sang-wook is a contract killer who is out of touch with his humanity and it is when he meets a nurse caretaker, Yu-Ri, that he finds himself caring that deeply for someone in such a short amount of time, her presence making him reflect on his actions and identity.

Casey and Kevin in Glass embody this trope the most, as she is the only person who consistently shows empathy towards Kevin’s true self, becoming an anchor for him and reminding him of his humanity amidst his inner turmoil.

This complex dynamic is interesting as it nods, twice, to Casey's Ketu influence. She embodied the final girl nakshatra lord when the Beast devoured its victims and she survived, then she became Beauty to the Beast albeit more twisted in "Glass".

This trope extends to other Ketu-Ketu pairs which I have touched on before.

There is a sense that each character helps the other define or remember who they are in all of these Ashwini pairings as this nakshatra is prone to losing touch of oneself (such as Sherlock or the Twelfth Doctor straying from their humanity and isolating) or not even knowing one's place in the world (much like Spike and even Kevin). The presence of the other Ashwini shapes the behaviour, thoughts, and actions of the other, making their bond almost integral to their sense of self. Touching on those 1H themes, this is what the entire Aries section is learning, but this is Ashwini's important journey.

The Ashwini-Ashwini pair is much like twins who grow up shaping each other’s identities, where the presence of one is key to understanding oneself. And the inseparability of Clara and Twelfth is so twin-like, that of course their companionship to me is literally parallel to this nakshatra's deites; the twin brothers, Ashwini Kumaras, who have adventures and many achievements together (just like Clara and Twelve traveling and going on many adventures). I have noted months ago, maybe even a year from now, that the Ashwini-Ashwini pair can be a nod to that. It may signify having or seeking your soul's other half (neither romantic nor platonic), being how twins are usually described.

[calvalia]

Shipping an OC with a living god that is actively worshipped as part of an ethnic religion is weird

(I think I need to clarify that this is supposed to be a ship between an OC and the character Apollo from a mix of modern media he features in, like Hades, Epic the Musical, and Blood of Zeus, as well as my own interpretation of him. It’s not supposed to be religious in any way lmao and I always tag it as such.

But I do have to ask, with that logic do you also find people who ship their OCs with Marvel’s Loki and Thor weird? Because they’re also deities worshipped in Paganism. And what about people who do have special relationships with their deities and consider themselves married to the actual deities within those beliefs, through practices such as godspousal?

[Also to clarify, godspousal is a modern word meant to serve as an umbrella term for ancient practices where people would marry or fully devote themselves to a deity. The type of relationship in a godspousal can vary and is not always romantic, it could also be a familial or devotional relationship similar to priests or nuns]

And while on that subject, Hellenic Polytheism is open practice, actually. There are many Hellenic Polytheists today who aren’t Greek. Mostly because it went extinct for a little while due to the expansion of the Roman Empire, who forced the population to convert to Christianity and destroyed most records of the religion’s practices and temples.

But even so, if the Greek physician Galen could ship his OC Crocus with Hermes by literally copying Hyacinthus’ myth [because the addition of Crocus’ myth is actually a very recent development in comparison] and it being a completely acceptable thing, what is stopping anyone else from doing the same??)

[dailyadventureprompts]

Dungeon: The Seeping Tombs

The learned and pious council of the king's advisors concluded that if sickness was a sign of moral failing, that medicine was a form of ennoblement allowing the sinner to bypass suffering without repentance. By royal decree the healers were thrown in along with their patients, the gates sealed behind them.

Constructed during an age of ignorance, these now innocuous ruins were used as a prison for those who had committed no crime besides falling ill. Pestilence ravaged the land, and after years of failing or outright refusing to control its spread the old king and his pious inner circle began to resent the masses who suffered under under their misrule.

The building that became the tombs was already under construction, intended as the foundations for a great temple dedicated to the king's imperious patron deity. When the work crews grew sick their bodies were passed into the lowest reaches to prevent the spread of miasma, joined soon after by dead from the local villages, and eventually those afflicted but still living.

It was not long after the gates were sealed that something otherworldly come to dwell within the tomb, suborning the natural process of decay causing those interred within to rot into a sickening and malevolent sludge.

Adventure Hook: A new magical malady besets those descended form the king and his pious council, and though some have inherited their forebearers' zeal and callousness many others are quite innocent. When traditional cures fail, The party are hired to seek an answer, and whether through research or the consultation of oracles find themselves pointed towards the seeping tombs. Irony of ironies, this exact sickness was being looked into by talented physician condemned by the king's order, consigned along with her research to a squalid death among those she tried to save.

Whatever the source of the present malady, it has a sense of cruel justice that the party should be wary of.

Challenges & Complications:

Summoned by the prolonged fear, suffering, and affliction of those trapped within the tombs, Juiblex, demon sovereign of ooze, has consecrated the tombs as an altar to despair and wretchedness. The tunnels are overrun with its spawn, along with undead who's spirits cannot rest for all the cruelty that was done to them in life.

The longer and deeper the party explore, the more sick they're likely to get.

Early chambers of this dungeon are a great excuse to use the classic "what looks like a skeletal warrior approaching slowly down a corridor is actually a gelatinous cube & its last meal" encounter, which is a treat in and of itself.

The upper reaches of the tomb are controlled by a nest of ghoulish knights and footmen, who were originally tasked with driving droves of the sick into the dungeon, only to find themselves sealed inside along with the afflicted. As fearful and proud as their departed liege, they play at piety and honour willing to lend aid to the party for a chance to escape the tombs and run rampant on the surface.

The middle reaches of the tomb see the party exploring twisting, sticky corridors, their progress fenced in by portcullises and other defences that need to be opened remotely. These hurdles do not stop the level's guardian, a massive and inexorable ooze that will chase the party with relentless slowness once alerted. Expect an oddly paced chase scene as the party works on opening a path forward while trying not to get trapped in a room by the sludgy green tide.

The cure to the magical malady lays with it's source: the ghost of the masterful physician who's long simmering resentment has manifested as a curse. Having been denied the chance to save her patients, she must be convinced why she should allow her research to be used to save the realm's ungrateful rulers while the victims of their callousness go unmourned. Her counter-offer is as brutal as it is poetic: Let the sickness at the heart of the kingdom devour those who benefit from it, and let the future come as it may.

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[whencyclopedia]

Egyptian Medical Treatments

The ancient Egyptians experienced the same wide array of disease that people do in the present day, but unlike most people in the modern era, they attributed the experience to supernatural causes. The common cold, for example, was prevalent, but one's symptoms would not have been treated with medicine and bed rest, or not these alone, but with magical spells and incantations. The Ebers Papyrus (dated to c. 1550 BCE), the longest and most complete medical text extant, clearly expresses the Egyptian view of medical treatment: "Magic is effective together with medicine. Medicine is effective together with magic." The magic referred to took the form of spells, incantations, and rituals, which called on higher supernatural powers to cure the patient or treat symptoms.

Heka was the god of magic and also of medicine, but there were a number of deities called upon for different diseases. Serket (Selket) was invoked for the bite of the scorpion. Sekhmet was called upon for a variety of medical problems. Nefertum would be appealed to in administering aroma therapy. Bes and Tawreret protected pregnant women and children. Sobek would intervene in surgeries. One could call upon any god for help, however, and Isis and Hathor were also invoked, as was the demon-god Pazuzu. Even Set, a god associated with chaos and discord, sometimes appears in magic spells because of his protective qualities and great strength. All of these deities, however, no matter how powerful, had to be called by an experienced practitioner and this was the doctor of ancient Egypt; part magician, part priest, and part physician.

Injury & Disease

Physical injury was common in a culture which not only engaged in monumental building projects but had to contend with wild animal attacks from lions, hippos, jackals, and others. Injuries were easily recognized and treated in much the same way they would be today: bandages, splints, and casts. Since the Egyptians had no concept of bacteria or the germ theory, however, the cause of the disease was less clear. The gods were thought to mean only the best for the people of the land, and so the cause of a disease like cancer was as mysterious to the ancient Egyptians as the origin of evil and suffering is for religiously-minded people in the present.

The most common reasons for disease were thought to be sin, evil spirits, an angry ghost, or the will of the gods to teach someone an important lesson. Although the embalmers who dissected the bodies at death were aware of the internal organs and their relationship with each other spatially in the body's cavity, they did not share this information with doctors, and doctors did not consult with embalmers; the two professions were considered distinctly different with nothing of note to contribute to each other.

Doctors were aware that the heart was a pump and that veins and arteries supplied blood to the body, but they did not know how. They were aware of liver disease but not the function of the liver. The brain was considered a useless organ; all thought, feeling, one's character, was believed to come from the heart. A woman's uterus was believed to be a free-floating organ which could affect every other part of the body. Still, although their understanding of physiology was limited, Egyptian physicians seem to have been quite successful in treating their patients and were highly regarded by other cultures.

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[writingescapades]

Hades & Persephone

He knew the story well enough. A powerful deity, in charge of death. Another in charge of rebirth. One trapped the other, and that’s why the seasons change. Wriothesley could not deny his death riddled past. Fortress Meropide was tantamount to the end of life for Fountain’s residents. No prisoner ever returned from its watery depth, and Wriothesley reigned Duke of it all.  But he was no god. Prisoners only died of natural causes, and he hardly kidnapped you to come work as a physician. Famous for your skills, you were prized all over Teyvat. Even though he warned you of what Physician of Fortress Meropide entailed, you still chose this path, and he had yet to hear you complain once. Unlike the story, you were free to go whenever you want. Instead you burrowed in deep, often staying in the fortress for months at a time. Wriothesley didn’t know how the deities felt about one another, but he didn’t share his prized tea collection with just anyone. You reminded him of his existence, of his identity outside his role and title. He often wondered if he did the same for you. He was accustomed to the fortress walls, found solace within in. But he never knew how you felt about it. Not one to linger on what-ifs, the Duke of Meropide would regularly ask you if you truly were happy, but his anxiety always answered before you could. He could not understand what it was that made him doubt your words.

Then one day, you both went up to the surface to handle some duties when it started to rain. Wriothesley rushed back to your meeting spot, hoping you took cover, and that is when he saw it.

You were standing there, drenched in the rain, with a serene smile on your face. Like the sensation of a thousand droplets meant nothing. Like the risk of a cold was nothing to fear. Like you were a god embracing their creation. You were, life itself. And standing there, watching you, the Duke of Meropide wondered just who he was to keep Teyvat away from your warmth. He could hardly fire you, he thought as he made his way towards you, but he would remind you once again about the potential heights your skills could take you. You deserve better. The sudden thought flashed through his mind as your eyes opened and your face crinkled into a smile. He could already hear your rebukes and sass as you defended your decision to stay for the umpteenth time. As always, he would listen, smile, then apologize for his remarks, knowing the whole time that it was lie. That he would ask you to reassess your decision again when he next saw those eyes and that smile. For he could not be so selfish as to claim such brightness for his fortress alone. And yet, standing in the rain, watching rivulets of raindrops kiss and cascade down your face, Wriothesley wondered. It would be too much to ask you to include him in your life, but, If you did go. If you did seek higher goals. Would you, at least, remember him? Could you perhaps visit him from time to time? For as he followed you back, a rare soft smile on his face, the Duke made a slow realization of the truth. He didn’t know if he could go back to the shadows after glimpsing the sun.

[pubbamoon]

Speaking of nakshatras, I would rather make a series about nakshatras when I can interpret each nakshastra individually than telling my most favorite and least favorite nakshatras.

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that sounds great!! would look forward to it! ☺️

01. ASHWINI NAKSHATRA (0°00' ARIES - 13°20' ARIES)

Ashwini is the first nakshatra in Vedic astrology. It starts at the very beginning of the Aries sign and is ruled by the shadow planet Ketu, which represents detachment, spirituality, liberation, tradition and the past life. The combination of Ketu and Mars (ruler of Aries) makes this nakshatra about new beginnings, taking action, vitality and quickness. Since the ruler of this nakshatra is Ketu, the role of this planet in Ashwini nakshatra is to begin a new life journey and to activate the karma of this current lifetime. If you have Sun, Moon, Ascendant, chart ruler or Atmakaraka in this nakshatra, that means you have a prominent Ashwini nakshatra in your chart.

The deities which rule Ashwini nakshatra are Ashwini Kumaras, the twin gods of health and medicine. They were physicians who were able to heal the people who were deaf, blind or sick. This nakshatra is connected to healing, medicine and magic, since the power of this nakshatra is the Power to quickly heal and reach desires. A lot of people with prominent Ashwini nakshatra in their chart usually work as doctors, surgeons, healers, psychologists, magicians etc. The symbol of this nakshatra is a horse's head, representing swiftness, agility and vitality. The yoni/animal of this nakshatra is a male horse, which signifies courage, speed, assertiveness and initiation.

Ashwini nakshatra is the Star of Transport, which aligns with the characteristics of this nakshatra. People with prominent Ashwini nakshatra are very fast and always active. They're always busy and are the first ones to take action and to do something productive. I wouldn't be surprised if one of them worked as a taxi driver or they owned some cars or even private planes.

The next thing I wanna talk about is a myth of Ashwini nakshatra. So, Ashwini Kumaras (the deities of Ashwini nakshatra) are the sons of Surya and Sanjana. Surya is a god of Sun and is actually a synonym for the planet Sun in Vedic astrology. That's why there's an exaltation point of the planet Sun in this nakshatra at 10° of Aries sign. Sanjana was a Surya's wife, but she couldn't stand his husband Surya so she created a shadow self called Chaya, which was basically her clone. Interestingly enough, Surya didn't noticed that Sanjana disappeared at the first place. He actually believed that Chaya (the shadow of Sanjana) was an actual Sanjana.

Because of this myth, people with this nakshatra in their charts may struggle with relationships or marriage. It might indicate having homosexual tendencies, since Ashwini nakshatra is ruled by Ketu, the planet of liberation. Women with this nakshatra might also have a tendency to leave their male partners and to live on their own or to search for romantic relationship with another woman.

Every nakshatra has four quarters or padas, so does Ashwini nakshastra. Each pada tells us about the placements in our Navamsa (D9) chart.

Padas of Ashwini nakshastra:

Pada 1 (0°00' - 3°20' Aries)- Aries

Pada 2 (3°20 - 6°40' Aries) - Taurus

Pada 3 (6°40 - 10°00' Aries) - Gemini

Pada 4 (10°00' - 13°20' Aries) - Cancer

For example, if you have Sun in the 1st pada of Ashwini nakshastra in your birth chart (D1), you have Sun in Aries in your Navamsa (D9) chart. If you have Venus in the 4th pada of Ashwini nakshastra in your birth chart (D1), you have Venus in Cancer in your Navamsa (D9) chart etc.

Celebrities who have prominent Ashwini nakshatra in their chart:

Selena Gomez - Ashwini Moon

Pamela Anderson - Ashwini Moon

Al Pacino - Ashwini Sun

Gigi Hadid - Ashwini Ascendant

Cate Blanchett - Ashwini Moon

Zendaya - Ashwini Moon

Rihanna - Ashwini chart ruler

Alejandro Fernandez - Ashwini Sun and Moon

Stevie Nicks - Ashwini Ascendant

Penélope Cruz - Ashwini Ascendant

Luis Miguel - Ashwini Sun

Nikola Tesla - Ashwini Ascendant

Snoop Dogg - Ashwini Ascendant

Howard Stern - Ashwini Moon

Best regards,

Paky McGee

[artemis-potnia-theron]

Personal prayers based on epithets 💜

Artemis 🌙 🦌 🏹

Praise to divine Artemis of the wolves and of the deer. She of the hunt and of the fire. Swift running archer who haunts the forest and roams in the night. Shooter from afar.

She of the hymns. She who soothes. Light-bringer Phoebe. Willow-bound and royal Diana. Beautiful empress who bears a golden sword on a golden throne. Strong-voiced revered maiden.

Beloved and loving priestess. Holy guardian who stands before the door. Immortal torch-bearer. Goddess queen of beasts. Praise be to Artemis, deliverer and savior.

Apollo 🎼 ☀️ 🦢

Praise to holy Apollo with the silver bow. Bright son of Leto and of Delphi. He of the oracle. Prophetic healer and foreseeing averter of harm. Light-bringer and destroyer of evil.

He of the locusts and the wolves. He of the python and the dolphin. He of the ash-trees. Rescuer and helper. Wandering physician. Far-worker and rouser of armies.

He who watches the heavens. Leader of the muses. He who protects the streets and bestower of Dionysus. Praise be to Apollo, shining light of the sun.

Hekate 🗝 🔥 🐕

Praise to mighty Hekate, destroyer and child of Perses. She of the underworld. She of the wayside and the crossroads. Irresistible and indomitable queen of those below. Holy bringer of light.

She who holds the keys. She who haunts the mountains. Nocturnal one. Fond of solitude and hidden. She who wanders in the night. Lovely and revered only begotten maiden.

Immortal guardian and spinner of fate. Leader of the dogs heralded by roaring beasts. Three-formed protectress at the gate. Praise to Hekate, attendant and guide.

Let me know in the tags if there are any other deities you'd like to see! 💜

[shiki-jin]

all yours, all mine ♡

diluc x fem! vampire! yandere! reader it's also on ao3 ! this hasn't been fully proofread so expect some mistakes

heavily self-indulgent, even though i don't actually care too much about diluc ??

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CWS INCLUDE — general yandere themes (possessiveness, manipulation, allusions to kidnapping, etc) general vampire themes (blood, violence, being treated like it's a disease), injuries (not descriptive), implied self worth issues, implied parental abuse, light religious themes, you let a bird die :(

you've been afflicted with vampirism for as long as you can remember, but it seems diluc might just be your cure. and you'd do anything to keep him by your side.

diluc ragnvindr.

the man you had married.

oh, how much the gods loved you to wed you to him.

or perhaps it was justice — being afflicted with this strange condition, this bloodlust.

maybe the gods simply felt pity. like they were at fault for your troubles.

for your inability to stay healthy as a child, only able to recover from your ailment at night. even then, your frail body couldn't do much other than lay awake, staring at the moon and stars, the trees, the animals that would pass by.

frequently you found yourself bored on those nights, wishing for a companion to spend the night with. you wondered how everyone else dealt with this excruciating ennui.

eventually, after what felt like thousands of doctors, physicians, any medical practitioners your parents could get their hands on — you received an answer to your mysterious affliction.

that is, only technically. while you didn't get a name for your affliction, you got a pseudo-solution.

you were to be kept inside for every hour of the day, the curtains closed and all silver out of your sight. a hundred other restrictions were placed on you, and while you were made to memorize them as a child, you didn't care for them anymore.

while it worked — you felt less sick than usual, it wasn't a true solution. even now that you were able to move around without constant pain, you kept getting worse. and worse.

and worse.

you spent nearly every hour of your childhood in your room, decorated with fresh flowers, all the dresses you could want, porcelain dolls to play with at any time, personal servants to acquire whatever other toys you wanted, and yet…

it only ever felt boring. you can't count how many times you cursed at the deities your parents wanted you to worship. not out of anger, revenge, or any emotion as strong as those. only because you had nothing else to do.

one rainy evening, a small bird dropped onto your windowsill.

as fast as your frail body could, you got a chair to stand on and opened the window, the cold air and raindrops coming inside going unnoticed.

the small chick didn't move, and you saw its colours spilling onto the white sill.

red.

a deep, lively, cursed red.

it was mixing with the clear rainwater, and it felt wrong. like it was meant to stay pure.

your mentors taught you a small bit about the animals that passed your window — this was a crimson finch. it bled, meaning that it was dying.

rather than helping the pitiful thing, you reached for it and held it in your small hands, breathing in, out, in, out, and you put your mouth to it's wound.

you gulped down some of the thick, iron-tasting liquid that dripped from it.

you felt okay.

you licked up the puddle it had left.

you felt good.

you closed the window and quickly ran out of your room, your hands holding the dying bird laying on your chest, about to tell your father that you'd found your own cure — but he wasn't here.

you searched and searched, save for going inside any locked rooms you weren't supposed to, but found nobody. you licked your ichor-stained lips, and decided that exploring the outside world would be a good idea.

as you approached the main doors, you heard mumbling. footsteps. the doors opened and in walked your father, some servants, and — who's that?

a tall, ruggedy red-head who looked about as old as your father, together with a much smaller boy with the same hair.

they were talking about some important business, most likely, before your father noticed you standing before them. “child, what are you doing here!? need i remind you of —”

he paused and looked at his guests quickly, before turning back to you. “w—well, i suppose it isn't really an issue.” the man he called ragnvindr spoke up, “how about they play together in her room, while we discuss other matters?”

though hesitant, your father seemed to want to please the man, so he agreed. as he nodded, he shot you a familiar look. don't infect him.

“um, okay.” you timidly responded, not confident enough to talk about your findings anymore. you turned to the boy who had already walked up to you, only now seeing him up and close.

pretty.

“o-oh, uh, t-thank you..” he stammered out, blushing. oh, did i say that out loud? well, it is true.

that deep-red, fluffy hair that framed his face. his features that seemed to be handcrafted by the very gods you cursed. his soft, angelic voice that sounded like it could sing all your worries away.

“follow me.” you stated plainly, after spending some time looking at him. admiring him. you walked to your room, haphazardly discarding the bird onto your bed. you were going to chuck it out, but before you could stand up on the chair and open the window again, your playmate shrieked.

“w—wait, what's a bird doing here? and, why is it bleeding?”

you paused. you heard the boy walk up to the bird, likely assessing its wounds like a normal person might.

“well… it landed on my windowsill, and, i was going to ask my father for help to save it, but i got too scared. i think i have some… medicine and stuff somewhere, so i was gonna look for it.”

you lied through your teeth, but you couldn't help it. you had just seen your father try to present himself as a good person so that mr. ragnvindr would stay, so surely if you used the same technique, his son would also stay?

the boy nodded, “okay, um, just get some bandages for now…! also, do you have any food or water nearby? oh, and a light. we can't see well enough, otherwise!” he now held the little bird in his arms, but unlike you, he treated it with so much gentleness that you wanted to cry.

instead of crying, you got some bandages and a match, followed by a lantern that was at the very back of the closet and gave them over to the boy. he quickly wrapped up the injuries of the bird. then, he lit the lantern, and you stepped back towards your bedside table.

you took the uneaten bread from your plate, and placed it in front of him. “i don't have water, i think.”

you watched the boy work diligently to try and save the small creature, wondering why he'd care to put in so much effort into something that was likely entirely futile.

you watched as he fed the animal some crumbs, some more, and rechecked the bandages every few seconds. you watched as he moved the light around to see better, to maybe have a chance of helping the little bird to live.

you almost told him to give up, but knew that if you did, he wouldn't spend another second near you. after an eternity, he seemed to slow down and laid the bird on a pillow, on the chair you'd used to get up to the windowsill.

finally. “what do you wanna do?” you asked, excited for the first time in ages.

he looked around your room, cringing a bit at the extravagant ways that you'd dressed your dolls but saying nothing of it.

“w—well, i guess it's okay if we just lay down for a bit? i’m a bit tired, and i don't want to get too distracted and forget to check on the bird every so often.”

oh. that's fine, i guess.

“okay.” you hop onto your bed, waiting for him to get onto the other side of it. when he does, bringing the lantern with him, you decide the best course of action is to study his face, his clothes, his hair, to remember him perfectly.

he seems confused by your intent and wordless staring, “is there… something on my face?”

you shake your head. “you’re just really pretty. it's like… you're fire, and i’m a moth. but i don't like fire, so… you're more like a magnet. and i’m the opposite magnet, or something.”

he was quiet for a while, and you swore you could see blood racing up and down his veins, heating his cheeks. “u-um, well, you're… you're really pretty too! i, uh, like your hair, and your eyes, and stuff…!”

no you don't. “thanks. but i’m not. not like you, at least�� hey, what's your name?”

“diluc.” he seemed to have gone back to his senses, no longer blushing furiously.

“diluc, do you believe in gods? the archons?”

he was confused, but answered nonetheless. “...sure i do. why do you ask?”

“well, it's like you were handcrafted by gods. like, the geo archon created your bones, the hydro archon your blood, celestia your face.” you spoke so casually that he barely even registered your words for a good second or two, but when he did, he seemed to panic again while stumbling over his words.

“i—if anyone was made by a god, um, it'd be you. not me…!” you crawled a bit closer to him, and when he rejected your words, you sighed.

“with their left hand, maybe. they needed more people on the planet, so they threw me down here, but they wanted to make you. to sculpt you.”

he was going to interrupt, but you continued earnestly. “they made everyone and everything else just for you, because you're perfect. they made the ground to stabilize you, the gods to grant your wishes, me to see you. to experience you.”

that shut him up entirely. his brain seemed to be malfunctioning the entire rest of your ‘play-date’. once his father came to you room to get the boy — diluc — to bed, you waved your goodbye and looked over to the resting bird.

you walked up to it, and noticing that the bandages had gotten a bit bloody, decided to replace them.

when you got done, you walked out of your room and noticed a servant cleaning up the main hall. you approached her, and spoke up.

“miss,” she practically squeaked like a dog toy before turning around to see you, and stepped backwards a bit, but you didn't care this time. “i want to get rid of my dollies. and my bed to be softer.”

“ehm, right, i can do that for you, young lady. shouldn't you be on your way to bed, though?” she smiled awkwardly, quite obviously trying to get you as far away from her as possible.

you nodded, “okay.”

you walked away from her, i think he went over there…

you followed an imaginary path, and were able to find yourself in front of a door, behind which lay a lightly snoring diluc.

you opened and closed the door behind you quietly, and got into bed with him. “what are you doing?”, you ask lowly.

he didn't answer. maybe he had so much fun that he passed out? no, that probably isn't it…

“hey.” you waved your hand in front of his face, but he stays unresponsive. so, like usual, you stared and stared until morning came, but this time, you enjoyed yourself.

when your friend opened his eyes in the morning, he shrieked, nearly jumping off the bed.

“what were you doing all night?”, you asked with a curious look in your eyes. he seemed confused. “sleeping…?”

“but your eyes were closed. and i heard you breathing louder than normal.”

he deadpanned at you. “yeah? isn't that what sleeping is?”

now it was your turn to be confused. “no? sleeping is when you lay in bed, and wait until the sun goes up.”

“wha— wait, were you watching me the entire night!?”

“well yeah, you wouldn't open your eyes or play with me, so i got bored and waited. that was mean, by the way. mommy said making a lady wait is something you shouldn't do!”

he groaned, and sent you off to your own room so he could change. you found the woman who was teaching you, and decided to ask her about some things.

when you asked about diluc’s so-called sleeping, she confirmed what he said and seemed more confused about your question than anything.

so i’m the weird one? yeah, right! who would waste so many hours doing nothing? only weird people, that's who!

then, you asked your mentor about wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone else, and she asked if you'd fallen in love.

yes, love. that's what this heavy, painful, delightful feeling was.

. ————— .

the next time diluc came over, he was sure to ask you about how the bird was doing. you told him you'd nursed it back to health, that it'd flown back to its nest, and he seemed content with that.

you forgot to take care of it after he left, so you gulped down the last of its blood and hid the body in your garden. not like he'd know. you felt healthy for the next week, anyway.

when he looked around your room, he asked about where your dolls has gone. you said you'd gotten bored of them, and had given them away.

the servant apparently forgot to get rid of them, so you just broke them into pieces and buried them with the bird. at least she remembered to make your bed softer — he even commented on it!

after catching up, you were intent on finding out about all of his interests, his hobbies, what he liked and didn't, what his ideal partner was like.

he liked grape juice? what a coincidence, it's your favorite too!

he was trying to be the strongest knight in the kingdom? you had a training ground ready for him to use at any time he wanted!

he prefers an attentive and considerate partner? how lucky that you already were!

“hey, sleep in my room tonight.” you’d told him.

“you liked the bed, right? so sleep in it. my room is better than the guest rooms, anyway.”

while it took a few minutes, he was eventually convinced and you were laying down next to each other.

“sleep.”

“huh?”

“i said to sleep.”

“t—that’s not how it works!”

you grumbled something incoherent, and sunk a bit deeper into the covers. you kept staring at him, so he closed his eyes to avoid the awkward, silent eye-contact.

you eventually heard his light snoring, so you decided to see if he might be your cure.

you shifted closer and closer to him, quiet and careful to not “wake” him, as he'd put it. the closer you got, closer you wanted to be, the harder it was to not just jump onto him.

once you were near enough to smell him, you inhaled and nervously gave his neck a lick. it was supposed to be a test — to see if he'd notice something small, so you could try something more, but you noticed the skin you licked had become a tad bit darker, maybe more purple?

deciding to go for it, since diluc was still peacefully snoring, you sank your sharp teeth into his throat, careful to swallow all the blood you could.

at a certain point, you stopped feeling the desire to take his blood for yourself, so you looked around at how to clean the two small puncture wounds, but when you looked back at his neck, the wounds were gone, like they'd never existed in the first place.

. ————— .

when his father passed, you received news of your beloved leaving mondstadt. he had left a note for you; he was going to find out the truth about his father's death, and he wasn't going to be back for a long time. he asked you to wait for him, that one day, he would be back to feel your arms around him, but that he understood it was selfish to expect.

once you read the note, you ripped it in half.

like hell he was going to leave you.

you'd tear celestia in half before you let that happen. so, you contacted a certain someone.

you had told them three things:

firstly, if any harm came to diluc, they would see their organization crumble to the ground.

secondly, to, every week, bring you a small vial of your dearest’s blood. sure, you could live off of any blood, but it felt sacreligious to even think of curing yourself with the fluids of anyone else.

thirdly, to tell you of his every movement. every place he visited, every conversation he had, every detail was to be reported back to you.

for three lonesome years, that is how it was. you would remain somewhat healthy, unconcerned for diluc’s own health, and waited for him to come back to you patiently.

you distracted yourself with training; if the knights of favonius had truly been so useless as to upset him, you would take on their responsibility, you would protect everyone.

when the moon shone down at you, you would wander around and take down any dangerous folks who tried harming the thing your beloved held most dear; mondstadt.

robbers would show up kneeling at the knights' headquarters, murderers’ severed heads would be found in the lake, and god forbid a member of the fatui came anywhere near the city.

somewhere a year or two in, your parents got into an accident while coming home. it didn't change much, but you had more responsibilities now. more pressure to marry into a good family to keep the business as successful as it was.

you decided that, yes, you should get married to a wealthy family’s son. and you had the perfect boy in mind.

you asked around for the highest quality ringshop, but since the shop was only open during day-time, you had to use a parasol to not get sunburnt when you visited.

ruby, and gold. those were your demands.

while rumours of who you'd be marrying soon spread, they subsided after over half a year of no news regarding it.

while the pressure increased, you couldn't care less. until your destined lover returned to your arms, you'd remain an unmarried lady.

. ————— .

when he came back to mondstadt, he paid you a visit. he was surprised to see the manor in such pristine condition, but was glad. when he learned of your parents’ deaths, he couldn't help but apologize again for being gone.

you told him it didn't matter, that all the only thing that mattered was that he was back. you told him that he had his very room waiting for him, that you'd kept mondstadt clean of any crimes while he was gone, that you had many a gifts for him.

of course, you had to spoil him with the most luxurious dinner you could get before anything else. his favorite drinks, food, desserts, everything had to be absolutely perfect. you wouldn't accept anything less.

you sat down on the large couch with him, offering a personal massage, seeing as he must be quite exhausted after fighting for three entire years. during which, you spoke.

“i’ve kept it with me all this time, y’know.”

he let out a short ‘hm?’, too busy enjoying his massage to say much else.

“your note,” you clarified. “though, all the letters you've sent me are locked away. i wouldn't be able to live with myself if they got damaged.”

“anyway, how did you find the dinner? was it alright? was everything to your liking?”

he chuckled, “it was more than alright, [name]. i appreciate it very much, i promise.”

god, your name felt a thousand — no, a billion times more beautiful when he spoke it.

“i’m glad… oh!”, you stopped your hand movements, standing up. “stay here, i’m going to go and get your last gift!”, you ran off, and he rolled his shoulders, making a mental note to ask you to give him another massage sometime.

when you came back, he was softly smiling at you, “i wonder how there could possibly be yet another gift. haven't you already gotten me everything there is to buy?”, he joked.

“well, now i might've. but that's alright — you deserve all of it.” you hid the ring box behind you, telling your lover to close his eyes, which he did.

you sat on his lap, and opened the box so it'd be the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes.

“okay, you can open them now.”

that day, he cried. you told him it was alright to wait, that you understood it was a big decision, but that you thought it to be the right one.

and he trusted you, with all of his heart and soul.

for his own sake, it was best that way.

he didn't need to know what you would've done had he said no, so now you could preserve his happiness, his pristine image of you, his sanity.

it seems all your hard work paid off.

. ————— .

he always thought you were a bit … strange.

from the day you two met, you always seemed off.

you professed your undying love for him — calling him beautiful in every way you knew possible.

the night of your second playdate, after you'd told him to “sleep” like a command, you got fussy after he didn't just immediately do as you'd said.

that morning, he felt weaker than usual, even managing to fall down once he stood up from the bed. (you caught him strangely fast, too.)

after his first time in your room, he never saw the dolls and their fancy dresses again, despite them being so clean and perfect that he assumed you treated them like your children.

even when he was helping to move your things to your shared room, he couldn't find them at the bottom of a single box.

it seemed like every little thing he said seemed to be the word of god to you, even the things he thought he'd never mentioned or implied you knew of.

maybe it was all the staring you'd do — could you see right through his skin, were you staring at his thoughts, at his brain? was it laid out perfectly clear like you were a scientist, he the experiment? were you an all-knowing god, he your creation?

. ————— .

your eyes open, and immediately you close them again.

trying to adjust to the bright light that feels like it's being shone straight in front of your eyes, you try to see where you are.

dirty walls, dirty brick floor, chains attached to the walls — your hands in those chains — and the three thief looking guys seemingly surprised you'd woken up, one of them holding a flashlight towards you.

another approached — a skinny, dark haired twenty-something. he had a uniform on, a fatui mask, a toolbelt, and a cryo delusion. he spoke with a low and confident tone. “good morning, honey.. we’ve just taken you out for a walk, no worries. if your dear husband pays up, no harm’ll come to you...”

“well actually, comrade…” a deep voiced guy spoke up, talking to the skinny dude before turning to you. “you're just too pretty of a thing to pass up, ya know!”

god, when is this drug going to wear off?

“shut up.”

they all stared for a second, two, three. “the fuck did you just say to me?”

with a quick tug, the chain connecting your cuffs snapped in half. “i told you to shut up.”

though your vision was still muddy, your legs wobbly, you stood up to face their angered forms. you held onto one side of the wall, a scowl rivalling theirs painting your face.

“you damned bitch, don't you dare move!”

the biggest guy ran up to you, a hammer forming with purple sparks surrounding his form. fuck. he's got a vision? delusion? ugh.

quickly, you ran forward and used your sharp nails to stab both of his eyes with not much precision, but still, it was enough to blind him. roaring in pain, he swung his hammer around randomly, managing to send you flying into the wall, probably having broken a rib or two.

whatever. you grit, and stand up again to run at him and cut up his arms, forcing him to drop his weapon. then, finally, you disabled him entirely with a stab to the heart.

you cough up some blood, shit. it's fine, it's fine, just end this damn fight already.

as the two other grunts shook in horror, you forced yourself upwards, to look them in the eyes, to be as intimidating as possible. maybe they'd run away crying instead of fighting you, then.

it didn't seem to work, as the two remaining agents were convinced that with the help of teamwork, they could win. thus, they ran at you with full speed.

you sighed, frustrated, but engaged in the battle anyway. not like you had much of a choice.

rocks and boulders were thrown at you, likely through the use of geo powers, but you managed to avoid enough of them to take down the guy who was aiming for you.

one more left.

you disregarded his heart, and instead hurt him enough to incapacitate — but not kill — him. he sunk down onto the floor, writhing in pain, but you approached him.

you lifted him off the ground by his collar, mustering up the most dangerous tone you could.

“where, the actual fuck, is my husband?”

he only cried in pain, until your nails got dangerously close to his throat.

“where. is. he.”

. ————— .

you forced yourself through the halls, leaning on every brick wall you could with your arm for support. your other hand was busy clutching onto your stomach, and you regularly got to taste your own blood, which only worsened your condition.

just get out of here, you told yourself. over and over and over and again and again and again.

finally, after what felt like aeons, you saw two wide doors with a sharp light peeking through them.

shit, was it really midday? couldn't it have been any other time?

looking down at your tattered body, you decided the pain and sunburns and sickness was a necessary trade for getting home quicker — for getting to diluc faster.

you groaned, but pushed the doors open, revealing the hot summer sun to your already aching body. you almost curled up into a ball, but knew better. you'd already felt the worst instance, and if you could handle this, you could surely handle the rest.

did those bastards plan this? no, they'd have no way of knowing about my condition, right? gods, what does it matter, just go, just get the fuck home!

now without a wall to lean on, you struggled even more to keep upright, but the trees on your way helped just enough.

finally, you saw the familiar grapevines and the house you called home. just a few more steps, a few more minutes, and you'd be inside, safe, with your husband and with a doctor.

you black out.

. ————— .

you awake in a familiar room. your head is still reeling.

while your stomach doesn't hurt as much, it's still aching, so you sigh and try to drag your hand towards it.

you can't. then, you look over and see a pile of red hair resting on the side of your bed. you notice he's holding onto both of your hands.

you inhale. red creeps across your face. you shakily exhale.

you stare. and stare. and stare.

his quiet snores let you hear the voice of gods, every last hair strand spread out letting you see the strings woven by celestia, his hands reaching out like he was your saviour — and considering your previous situation, he likely was.

surely he wouldn't mind if…

you lifted your head slightly, turning it towards one of diluc's hands. you opened your mouth, fangs on display, and licked a small part of his wrist.

your saliva acted like a sort of numbing cream, to make sure he wouldn't wake up. you held his hand in yours for a bit, admiring every last vein you could see.

you bit down, puncturing his perfect skin, and licked up all the blood that flowed.

soon enough, you felt your energy replenishing and your aches starting to lessen, so you healed your lover's wrist. you layed back down, wondering whether to wake him up or not.

you eventually decided you should, and freed one of your hands to sift through his hair with.

you look around, noticing an IV connected to your other arm that was injecting you with blood. the bag of blood — and some other clear liquid — hung on a metal pole on the opposite side of the bed. your attention went back to the sleeping mess of red in front of you.

“diluc,” you softly called.

he seemed to register his name, but his eyes remained closed.

“beloved, wake up.” you took the hand you drank from, and nuzzled into it like a cat might. finally, he looked to be waking up. you heard some light noises before he pushed himself up, his eyes widening when he saw you looking at him.

almost immediately, he straightened up. “you’re— you're awake, thank the gods, are— are you feeling alright, [name]? do you need the doctor?”

you smiled, “i’m perfectly fine, love. hold me? while i'm not in pain, i don't quite have the energy to pull myself up, not yet.”

he sighed, relieved. “of course…,” he put an arm behind your back, the other supporting you from the front. he pulled you up gently, careful to not hurt you. you leaned against him with your head laying on his neck, not caring for whether you might reopen your wound by laying in a wrong position.

his neck — it smelled, looked, felt divine.

you reached out to trail your fingers down the side of it, feeling diluc wrap his arms around you lightly. he laid his head on your shoulder, lowly whispering his thanks to the gods above.

“if it's alright to ask… what happened? i’m aware of the fatui's involvement, to some degree, but…” he trailed off, unsure of how to word his worries at the state you were in.

as if it were nothing, you spoke, “well, they kidnapped me, drugged me, chained me up… i think they just wanted me for ransom? can't quite remember… oh, whatever, why would it matter now?”

his hold around you tightened ever so slightly at your words, while you trailed your thumb down his jawline, holding his cheek as if it were fragile porcelain. “it’s alright. i'm back now, aren't i?”

he sighed, “still, i was barely able to help — you basically had to claw your way out of their base. you nearly died, you could've—”

his words were sharply interrupted by your close-eyed kiss, and you barely gave him a chance to breathe — let alone speak — in between your kisses. though hesitant, he returned them eventually.

your eyes return to his throat for only a second, before moving closer to him, signalling for him to sit down so you could sit on his lap. while he moved, he looked down in shame. noticing, you spoke. “hey, look at me.”

he silently refused, still drowning in his self-doubt and guilt.

“hey.”

you put your hand against his cheek, go to lift his head upwards, but he doesn't let you. you see a tear starting to form in his right eye. you wipe it away, your voice changing its tone into something much more dangerous.

“look at me or i’ll rip this fucking IV out.”

it works — he looks at you, but with a shocked, almost horrified expression, hand reaching out to hold yours. “p—please don't do that, i’m sorry, i just — i felt guilty, but please don't hurt yourself—”

you smile at him, “i was only kidding, love,” you give him a few pecks on the cheek. he swallows, trying to force a smile, “r—right…”

when you climb onto his thighs, he holds you in place, gently. the IV connected to your arm moves, but still, it's nestled into your skin perfectly fine.

you spot a small scar that drags vertically behind his ear. it's new. you scowl, though he can't see it. “did you have a fight with someone?”

“hm? the fatui, of course. once you… returned, i felt compelled to fight your captors — or the people demanding your ransom, at the very least. i didn't, before, since i was scared your true captors might find out and hurt you as revenge.”

you trailed a finger down the scar, aware that the perpetrator was already either heavily injured or dead, but you still wanted to take revenge against those who dared to hurt you most prized possession.

maybe you could find out their identity, bury their body somewhere nobody could find so that they'd have a body-less funeral. maybe you could burn or injure their dead body so that they'd be unrecognizable, maybe —

a soft hand wrapping around your waist made your thoughts pause.

later, you decided. you'd deal with their punishment later. for now, lightening up the mood was probably a good thing to do. you stared for only a second, before lightly biting your husband's ear.

he made a noise so cute you could die, and quickly took your hand into his, away from his ear. “we shouldn't do this, not here, not now, sweet…”

“not now? what do you mean by that?”

he sighed, “while you're recovering. we could accidentally open your wound again, or —”

he’s still bothered by it?

you interrupt. “do you trust me?”

he was surprised, though didn't hesitate when he answered. “yes, of course i do. more than anyone else.”

your eyes narrowed, “then, why not believe me when i say i’m alright? i know it looks bad, but truly, i’m fine. the wound won't reopen, i’m not going to be in pain, i’m going to enjoy it.”

after a few seconds of silence, you smirk. “besides, who said i’d be participating? toying with you is as fun as it can get, ’luc.”

proving your point, you lowered your head to be near his chest, and undid a few of the highest buttons on his shirt. once you got about halfway, you pressed a kiss to his skin, leaving a trail of them as you went downwards.

you hear him sharply inhale and swallow, bringing up his hand to cover his mouth. you stifle a laugh, enjoying yourself thoroughly. you run a finger over his left nipple, making sure to suck on it a bit when you give it a kiss.

“not going to let me hear you? i’ll drag your voice out of you if i have to, love.” you softly coo, creating what was probably your third hickey already, and while he lowered his hand, diluc’s mouth still remained shut.

this’ll be fun.

[blackhistorystoryteller]

The black culture is not all about slavery

This is a message for my black brothers and sisters

There are more than 100 gods, both small and big, in Igbo Culture, but for some reason, most people don't know anything about them, except probably for one.I think colonialism and the entrance of Christianity are to blame because they made us forget our roots as Africans. But that's a narrative we must work hard to change.Out of the over 100 gods we have, I will be talking about the nine strongest and most popular Igbo gods (Alusi)

also known as ani, ana & ale in numerous dialects, is a female god representing the earth, fertility, creativity, and morality. She is the most respected god in Igboland.

She is considered the wife of Amadioha, the skygod, and commands authority in Igbo land. The symbol of the ala is a python & crescent moon

This is the most popular god in Igboland, and he is the god of thunder & lightning. He is the strongest of all.He is considered a gentleman among the deities and the cruelest when annoyed.Amadioha represents the collective will of the people. A white ram represents him, and his color is red. He is still one of the most feared gods in Igbo land to this day.His shrine can be found in rivers state, Nigeria.

This is the god of strength and war, as its name means "place of strength." It is a horned deity and is one of the most powerful and respected gods in Igboland.The Ikenga can is given a title to men of good reputation, wealth, and integrity.

This is the god of health and divination. This god is one of the basic theological concepts used to explain good and evil, health and sickness, poverty, and wealth in Igbo land.Belief in the deity was widespread, with most villages having some agwu priests, who also doubled as physicians in the land.

This is the goddess of the sun. As is done in almost all ancient religions and traditions, there is always a deity in respect of the sun.It is revered as the goddess that promotes productivity, hard work, and the overall positive well-being of the people.The Igbo kept this deity in high esteem. That's why many households took the name to be their surname.

This is the guardian deity of yam in Igboland. (Yes, yams 😂)In many parts of Igbo land, people did rituals in honor of the goddess of yams, known as ifejioku.She is prayed to for productivity during the farming season.Children who were dedicated to this goddess were called Njoku and were expected to be prosperous in life

The goddess of the ocean & the seas. It is believed to have found the Idemmili community in Anambra state.Its shrine can be found in that community and is one of the oldest shrines in Igbo land.It is a secret shine & the worship of pythons (eke) goes on there. Hence the killing of pythons in that area is forbidden.

I don't think this list will be complete without a god of death.Meaning "the one that kills at night," he is known as the death deity.His victims are said to be criminals and those who have committed abominations in the land, and he is known to kill violently.

[naisaspalace]

PERSONAL NAKSHATRA ANALYSIS p4

Shatabhishak nakshatra p1

The Veiling Star. The Power to Heal.

nakshatras characteristics:

Translation:  A hundred healers or hundred physicians  Symbol: Empty circle, thousand flowers or stars  Animal Symbol : A female horse  (pairs with ashwini) Presiding Deity:  Lord Varuna, the God of rain  Controlling/Ruling Planet:  Rahu  Ruling Deity of the Planet:  Durga Nature : Rakshasa (demon)  Mode:  Active  Number:  24  Gender:  Neutral  Dosha: Vata  Guna:  Tamasic  Element:  Ether  Disposition:  Movable  Bird: Raven Upward Facing Direction: South Colour: Blue Green Trimurti: Shiva/Dissolution Gotra/Clan: Sage Atri.

nakshatra quick overview:

shatabhishak is the maturation of rahu, here we are going to see how this nakshatra behaves, mainly in pop culture, but this time saturn is involved as he is the ruler of aquarius.

this nakshatra is about scientific breakthroughs, fame, technology (like cyberpunk visuals), opposition to the king and kingdom (opposite to magha), outlaws and outcasts etc, and on its "healed performance" we can see amazing healers and advisers like carl jung. (not confirmed)

Pop culture manifestation:

Justin bieber ( grew up on rahu mahadasha, and have sun-saturn shatabhishak among his aquarius stellium)

although i personally see him as more of a anuradha man, because he's a first house rahu anuradha BUT he have mars on aquarius so.. i mean to each their own i suppose.

justin grew up during his rahu mahadasha with the lord conjucted his aquarius stellium (sun,saturn,mars) and today he is known as one of the biggest male stars after Michael Jackson (that have a shatabhishak lagna) (when i am saying after Michael i am not saying that justin took his legacy or anything like that what i am trying to say is that to me after mj i haven't seen anyone with this level of fame.)

he was discovered when he was a kid playing on the streets by scooter braun, his former manager (btw i just checked and scooters mars fall in his 7th, since mars is the significator of the 3rd i am assuming that they might have been brothers on the past life.. just a random guess btw because omg this man took justin and payed his bills he basically gave justin a life). after that justin gain massive fame and became one of the most famous child stars of the 00's

here rahu manifests as a troublemaker who surrendered to fame and life pleasures as justin surrender to drugs and the rich lifestyle but I don’t blame him is not like he had the choice because rahu mahadasha is a cloudy dasha.

Michael Jackson

michael was also a child star but this time he was on a band with his brothers, the jackson 5. eventually, Michael followed a solo career and became one of the most famous pop stars of the world. he used to suffer with vitiligo, which results in white patches on the skin and sensitivity to sunlight.

to me both fit in the same category of at least example of manifestation, even tho justin was way more "rahunian" ( he was arrested, was a drug-addicted, and was involved in so many scandals) both of them were harassed by the media since childhood, they were barely a child and they were working already (saturn usually makes the native suffer earlier)

the main difference is that michael embodied the humanitarian part of aquarius, and shatabhishak , per say, he was a man of the people and he was also very loved by the society… justin in the other hand despises the paparazzi and even threw a chair on the public on day..

do keep in mind I am comparing both due to placements and fame I’m not saying they are the same person okay.

both child stars with a huge legacy that had no choice but to work to be able to live and maintain their families showcasing the saturn part of shatabhishak (and justin was able to get away with a lot of mess that was rahu).

quick mention of evils presley who stole someone else’s music and became also another pop culture star with a legacy. (the famous aquarius characteristic stealing someone else’s work and gaining fame with it).

beyond the most common known traits of rahu this time we have, because of lord varuna, the deity of the nakshatra, we have natives who have a deep sense of justice and ends up behaving like a punisher of those who have sinned.

deep sense of justice with a deep harshness hidden, also due to their tamastic nature.

like che guevara who have a shatabhisha moon

and benjamin franklin who discovered the electricity and is considered one of the founding father of the us

and vladimir p**** with his d9 ketu in shatabhisha.

the shadow side of shatabhisha is the lack of control especially to keep “the order and punish the wrong ones”

for the thief example we have pablo escobar (with lagna )

now with innovation we have:

steve jobs (sun) the found of apple



we also have gianni versace with his moon

overall shatabhisha is mainly linked with pop culture trends, singers (a lot of singers) and actors (ex: miranda cosgrove icarly) , models and extremists. for this first part I wanted to clear the most known part of the constellation stereotype and I will include a more analysis on the healing part and extremism later on.

thank you for reading until the end I hope I was able to help someone please feel free to leave feedback and suggestions for next posts if you want to :)

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Ashvini - A Fresh New Start

Degrees: 0°00 Aries to 13°20 Aries Deities: the Ashvins Kumars, the twins, physicians of the Gods.

Vimshottari Lord: Ketu

Sounds: चू chu, चे che, चो cho, ला la The core meaning: after chaotic past lives, you are given a chance to clean up your karmas. You need to move away from your past. Hence this urge to finish tasks right now and start new quests. Qualities: charitable, altruistic, strong morals, courage, tenacity, respect for the elders, youthfulness, magnetic, attractive, great enthusiasm. Affliction: selfishness, strong ego, impatience, harsh words, going after fantasies, unstable, restless, stingy. Interest in cars, medicine, gardening.

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Surya Talon Abraxas

Lord Surya is the chief of the Navagraha, the nine Indian Classical planets and important elements of Hindu astrology. He is often depicted riding a chariot harnessed by seven horses which might represent the seven colors of the rainbow or the seven chakras in the human body. He is also the presiding deity of Sunday. Surya is regarded as the Supreme Deity by Saura sect and Smartas worship him as one of the five primary forms of God.

Surya or the sun, often identified with Aditya, Savitr and Pusan, is another important Vedic deity. He is compared to a bird that flies in the sky and is described as the jewel of the sky. He gives light, produces day and night, gives power and strength to the living beings, makes them active and destroys their laziness and disease.

Surya had three wives, namely, Sharanya (also called Saraniya, Saranyu, Sanjana or Sangya), Ragyi and Prabha. Saranyu was the mother of Vaivasvata Manu (the seventh, i.e., present Manu) and the twins Yama (the Lord of Death) and his sister Yami. She also bore him the twins known as the Ashvins, divine horsemen and physicians to the Devas. Saranyu, being unable to bear the extreme radiance of Surya, created a superficial entity from her shadow called Chhaya and instructed her to act as Surya’s wife in her absence. Chhaya mothered two sons Savarni Manu (the eighth, i.e., next Manu) and Shani (the planet Saturn), and two daughters, Tapti and Vishti. He has two more sons, Revanta or Raivata with Ragyi, and Prabhata with Prabha. Surya is the father of the famous tragic hero Karna, described in the Indian epic Mahabharata, by a human princess named Kunti.

Surya’s sons, Shani and Yama, are responsible for the judgment of human life. Shani provides the results of one’s deeds during one’s life through appropriate punishments and rewards while Yama grants the results of one’s deeds after death.

Karna from the Mahabharata is also believed to be a son of Lord Surya.

Different Names Of Lord Surya

Lord Surya is hailed by 108 names – Surya Ashtottara Shatnamavali. The commonest among them are Aditya, Adideva, Angaraka, Arka, Bhaga, Brahma, Dhanwantari, Dharmadhwaja, Dhatri, Dhumaketu, Indra, Jaya, Maitreya, Prabhakara, Ravi, Rudra, Savitri, Soma, Teja, Vaisravana, Vanhi, Varun and Vishnu.

Lord Surya in Hindu Scriptures

In the Ramayana, Surya is described as father of the King Sugriva, who helped Rama and Lakshmana in defeating the demon king Ravana. He also trains Hanuman. The Suryavanshi dynasty of kings, Rama being one of them, also claims descent from Surya.

In the Mahabharata, Princess Kunti receives instruction for a mantra from the sage Durvasa; by reciting which, she would be able to summon any god and bear a child by him. Incredulous of the power of this mantra, Kunti unwittingly tests it on Surya, but when Surya appears, she gets scared and requests him to go back. However, Surya has an obligation to fulfill the mantra before returning. Surya miraculously causes Kunti to bear the child immediately whilst retaining her virginity so that she, as an unmarried princess, need not face any embarrassment or be subjected to questions from society. Kunti feels compelled to abandon the child, Karna, who grows up to become one of the central characters in the great battle of Kurukshetra.

In astrology

In Vedic astrology Surya is considered a mild malefic on account of his hot, dry nature. Surya represents soul, will-power, fame, the eyes, general vitality, courage, kingship, father, highly placed persons and authority. He is exalted in the sign Mesha, is in mulatrikona in the sign Simha and is in debilitation in the sign Tula. Surya is lord of three nakshatras or lunar mansions: Krittika, Uttara Phalguni and Uttara Ashadha. Surya has the following associations: the colors – copper or red, the metals – gold or brass, the gemstone – ruby, the direction – east and the season of summer. The food grain associated with him is wheat.

Surya Mantra

Surya mantra in Vedic astrology is the ultimate mantra to please Surya Deva. It helps people get rid of all kinds of diseases and gain mental and physical strength along with happiness and well-being. Chanting Surya Mantra daily shall also help the people attain prosperity and abundance. Not only does it develop a sense of assurance in the people, but also, helps overcome self-doubts and other mental distress.

The Surya mantra is:

।। नमः सूर्याय शान्ताय सर्वरोग निवारिणे आयुररोग्य मैस्वैर्यं देहि देवः जगत्पते ।।

Namah Suryaya Shantaya Sarvaroga Nivaarine, Ayurarogya Maisvairyam Dehi Devah Jagatpate

Meaning- Surya Deva, ruler of the Universe, you are the remover of all diseases, the repository of peace. I bow to you, and please bless your devotees with long life, health, and wealth.

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OC/MC Alternate Universe Ask Game

So, I was inspired when @starry-slithers asked me what would my gremlin's role/actions if they were stuck in a zombie apocalypse AU and I thought of doing this list.

Reblog/Link this list so your followers can ask about your MC / OC's role or actions in the AUs! (Who knows if it can double as a writing prompt too?🤣)

(Part 1 for now until I get more inspiration and do another one)

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Zombie Apocalypse AU (What kind of zombie apocalypse? RE-style zombie? Train to Busan-style zombie? How do they deal with it? What is their role in the AU? How long would they survive? If they turn, will there be a miracle where they don't hurt their loved ones? How would they be put down and by who if they turned?)

80s/90s slasher AU (Are they the killer? If they are, how do they hunt their prey? Or are they the final survivor? If they are, how do they defeat the killer? Or are they the first to die? If they die, how did they die?)

Idol AU (What position do they have in the group? Or are they a solo artist? Any challenges they had to face as an idol? Do they find love in a fellow idol or a fan? If so, how does that relationship works?)

College AU (What is their major? Or are they the professor? How do they cope with college life? Do they have a scholarship? Will they enjoy crazy college life or will they stick to studying?)

Forgotten God/Deity AU (What kind of forgotten deity would they be? Why were they forgotten? How were they in their prime? Do they still have a believer, or are they vanishing because their last believer passed away?)

Mermaid/Siren AU (What kind of mermaid/siren are they? What do they look like? Do they have human-like disguises to lure their victims? How do they lure their victims? If they're not born mermaids, how were they turned into one?)

A/B/O AU - recommended guide made by my friend if you're interested (What are their A/B/O gender? How did that affect their life? How do they meet their pair/mate? How do they cope with societal challenges/life as whatever their second gender is?)

Monster/Monster Hunter AU (What kind of monsters are they? If they are the hunter, who do they work for? Weapons of choice for hunter, signature feature for monsters? Do they find love in their enemy? If so, how? And how do they deal with the opposition against their love?)

Actor/Hollywood AU (What kind of drama/movies they usually star in? What are the roles they usually get? Were they well-loved or controversial? What are they like during interviews/promotions? What kind of style do they go for while attending award shows/Met Gala?)

Influencer/Content Creator AU (What kind of influencers/content creators are they? What types of content do they make? What is their fanbase like? Does their fanbase have its own name? If so, what it is and why? What platform do they prefer?)

Medical Drama AU (What are their role in the hospital? General physician? Specialist doctor? How are their bedside manner with their patients? Do the hospital staff like them? How do they wind down after a gruelling workday? How do they cope if they lose a patient? How professional are they at work? Are they good doctors or the diabolical ones? If they're diabolical, how and why?)

Medical Supernatural AU (What supernatural shit happens in the hospital? Is the hospital for the supernatural folks, or is it a regular hospital but your MC was affected by an unexpected event like in Ghost Doctor K-drama? How do they cope with the supernatural stuff?)

Pirate AU (What kind of pirates are they? The chaotic but good ones like Jack Sparrow or the heinous ones like the historical pirates? Do they have a love interest? If so, is that love interest a rival pirate/navy officer hunting for them/others? What is their main purpose of being a pirate? How do they climb the hierarchy?)

Crime Drama AU (What are the roles of your MC in the AU? The detective/cops? If so, what kind of crimes are usually assigned to them? Or are they the criminal? If so, what kind of criminal are they? Is the police corrupt? If so, are your MCs corrupted? Why/why not?)

Harem Drama/Concubine AU - (What kind of harem they are in? Is the lord/lady they serve kind to them? Do they fight fair to be the top concubine? Or are they the types to fight dirty to gain power? If so, how do they eliminate their rival? Are rival's children off the table or will they go all out to gain power?)

Superpower/EVOL AU - (What kind of superpower do they have? Were they born with it, or were they experimented on? How do they use the power? Are there any side effects of the power? Do they like their power? Why/Why not? Were they on the side of the law or were they on the opposite side? Why/Why not?)

Soulmate AU - (What are the soulmate rules of the AU? Do they believe in/like the soulmate thing? Will they fight the determined destiny to be with the person they like? Will they resist their soulmate to prove that destiny cannot control their life?)

Coffee Shop AU - (Are they the barista, manager or the customer? If they're the customer, what kind of customer are they? Do they have preferred orders? What time do they usually come to the coffee shop? If they are the staff, what are their customer service style?)

Fairy Tales AU - (What is the fairy tale story they are set in? What is their role/archetype in the story? Do they subvert the traditional expectations of the roles or not? If so, how do they do it?)

Step-parent AU - (Why do they choose to date/marry someone with a child? Does the child like them? How do they treat the step-child? If they have their own child, will the treatment be different? How do they deal with negative reactions from the step-child?)

Spy/Undercover AU - (What is the organisation they work for? Are they good or bad? What is the purpose they go undercover? What kind of spy/undercover agent are they? How do they conduct their mission? What would they do if they were caught? What will they do if they fall in love with the enemy?)

Isekai AU - (What kind of story would they get isekai-ed into? What is the character they transmigrated as? Will they stick to the original plot, or will they change it? If they change it, how would they do so? What would be their main goal after realising they have been isekai-ed?)

Holy War AU - (What kind of religious system are they fighting for/against? Why are they supporting/fighting the religious system? What are their role and position in this AU?)

Exorcist/Ghost Whisperer AU - (How do they get their ability? Are they kind towards or are they scared of the ghosts/supernaturals? How do they exorcise the supernatural? How do they use the whisperer's ability to deal with the supernatural folks? Do they appreciate their ability or do they wish it to be gone? Why/Why not?)

Arranged Marriage AU - (What era does this set place in? Does their spouse love/like them? How do they treat the spouse that they do not love? Why are they in an arranged marriage in the first place? Will they fall in love with their spouse? If so, how will it happen? Will they cheat on their spouse with their actual lover? If so, will they feel guilty about it? Will the spouse accept it?)

Shapeshifter AU - (What kind of creature do they shapeshift into? Why? Is there any specific time they will shapeshift or will they have full control over when to shapeshift? Is it a common thing everyone does or will they have to keep it a secret? Any cute love story that comes from their shapeshifting shenanigan? If there is, how does it happen?)

NSFW/Mature AU under the cut

Serial Killer AU (What kind of serial killers are they? What are their motives behind the killings? Bonus point if it's not childhood trauma. Do they collect trophies from their victims? What are their modus operandi? Any specific murder method they favour? Do they torture their victims? Who are their target victims? Why do they choose these poor souls? How do they discard/dispose of their victims? Do they taunt the authorities? If so, how and why haven't they arrested?)

Camboy/Camgirl AU (What kind of stuff do they usually do while streaming? Are they into roleplay? If so, what kind of roles do they do for their shows? Do they like the job, or do they do it for survival? What would be their stage name for the job? Are they the people-pleaser type who do everything their viewers ask for, or are they the type of are in control and put their viewers in place? What are their target demographic?)

Stripper/Prostitute/Porn Stars AU (What kind of establishment do they work for? Is that establishment kind and fair to them? How happy are they with the job? What kind of people are on their clientele list? Do they enjoy the job? Are there any costumes/kinks they favour? Do they wish for another job? Why are they in the field in the first place?)

Organised Crime AU (What kind of organised crime do they do? What would be their position in the organisation? How do they prefer to eliminate rivals? How do they deal with traitors? Do they like leaving warnings to the authorities/rivals? If so, how do they do that? Do they have a forbidden love interest in law enforcement? If so, how do they approach that love? Would they betray their organisation or would they abduct, manipulate and gaslight their love interest?)

Power Abuse AU (What kind of situation are we talking about? Is it Sovereign/Servant, Scientist/Experiment subject, Boss/Staff, Loan shark/Debtor or other situations? What kind of power/role do they have and how do they abuse their authority? Are there any exceptions to their power abuse? If there are, why the exception? Do their victims retaliate? Was that retaliation successful? Why/why not? What are their response/reaction to the retaliation?)

Stalker AU (What is the reason they stalk the victim? How do they stalk their victim? Is their obsession fatally dangerous, or it's only traumatisingly creepy? Will they be arrested? If so, why? Will they cross the line from mentally traumatising their victims to physically harming their victims? If yes, how will they do it?)