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leannan-sithe · 7 months ago

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I’m wondering where I can learn about like, godspouse courtship processes, marriage rituals, what might be required of each sides in a marriage/relationship, etcetera. Details like that. I get its individual to each Deity or spirit/entity and each relationship, but like, I’m trying to find specific examples.

To be clear, I get that this is a very personal thing, I don’t blame the sources I’ve found for not going in depth. I’m not currently trying to get into a relationship with a Deity or other entity, and I don’t think I’m receiving interest. I just keep getting fixated on this. For some reason I keep ending up down rabbit holes searching, wanting concrete examples, as if I do have a relationship to figure out, even though I don’t. Sorry, if that’s weird. I was just wondering if you had resources that could help.

Yeah! I understand the drive to learn more. If you ever find yourself wanting to engage with the practice with a specific entity, send me a DM and we'll chat.

(You can also DM me to talk in general, I don't mind that, and I don't post callout posts unless it's like the person who dated the ghosts of serial killers and was super racist. Community-level threats get @'d, not randoms with opinions I don't agree with.)

I hate to be the bearer of bad news but there aren't godspouse courting processes or specific rituals, nor are there requirements. I can give specific examples (and I will) but there's not... anything set in stone. Sorry.

I'm going to fictionalize and slightly dramatize some stories of people I know, with changed names and details.

You worshipped Cernunnos for years, getting into the practice because they reminded you of your childhood fascination with the woods and wilderness and learning about how to build shelters and traps and stuff. It started when you were 17 and were a "baby pagan," just learning about how worship and spirituality might look to you. You grew up in a Christian household, so you just don't know what to think or do. You make a habit of talking at Cernunnos over time, then when you get into spirit work, you start to get communication back (in signs, divination, dreams, etc). You joke and laugh and do things with Cernunnos, having fun with your godly buddy. One day, you're chatting with a friend who brings up godspousing, talking about specific things like dating or flirting. You make a joke about how "if that's godspousing, then you've been godspousing for at least a year." Your friend internet-looks at you blankly. Oh, shit. You've been doing godspousing for at least a year. The next divination you do is effectively a smug look from Cernunnos and a request for a "real date". Have you been dense enough to not notice they were FLIRTING flirting with you?

You're a Hellenic polytheist and you have a broad group of deities you work with in various capacities. You're fond of Hera and Aphrodite in particular, but you leave out offerings and whatnot when you want to appreciate the other deities. Or ask for their help in matters. You've been doing this for 10 years, it seems like. Since you were a preteen, and now you're an adult. You've been seeing a lot of things lately, the same sort of symbols. Lets say it's a specific fruit or color. That symbol has been popping up everywhere. What's going on? You mull on it for a few months until someone gifts you one of those fruits out of nowhere. Confused, befuddled, you leave the fruit on your altar for Hera to have. Over the next week you get these feelings that something is wrong, and you ask a friend to do divination for you -- your cards aren't doing shit for answers. The friend says there's a goddess that wants your attention. What? The friend also says that Hera is annoyed at you. You spend the next week pulling cards, looking into mirrors, analyzing your dreams before realizing she didn't like something on the altar. The fruit, maybe? The mystery goddess comes to mind randomly. You look the fruit up and-- of course it's Persephone, why wouldn't it be Persephone. You spend the next two years adding her to your roster of godly friends, until she starts dropping signs in your lap like mad. Daily, even. It takes another 6 months to figure out that she wants to *date* you. What. Why. How. You're wracked with worry about hubris and guilt, before you finally give in and join a godspousing group at your friend's recommendation. It takes you another 3 months to actually ask Persephone on a date. You do dates, shift her to central in your worship schedule, and.... just in case, you double check with Hades via divination that it's cool. (It is. He gives his blessing.) After a year of dating her, you start getting ring imagery everywhere. Repeatedly. She's proposing. You panic for another few months before writing out marriage oaths -- no one in the GSing community ever gives their vows/oaths verbiage in full as examples to others, it's a personal, sometimes sacred thing that we're all a little embarrassed about, you just gotta wing it -- and while you're practicing, Persephone pops in your mind and says "I do". Wait, no, that was. That wasn't the real one. She sends you mental images of putting rings on fingers. You spend a few weeks discussing it with her (and panicking) because you don't quite understand if it was legitimate or not, and it hurts your feelings a little that she just did it while you were practicing, but you come to the decision that you actually do like the idea of being formally married to her. So you decide it's the for real one.

You're in your early twenties, you decide your life is a bit boring so you decide to get into divination, specifically tarot. One of your dumbass woowoo friends you had a crush on was into them, and you kind of liked the art. In learning about tarot, you learn about witchcraft and crystals and stuff. Okay, sure. You'll do that. In a year, you're googling plant correspondences on tumblr whenever you cook a recipe. You always make your coffee with intention. But it still doesn't feel fine? Something was missing. You get into the wiccan side of tumblr witchcraft, and start adding deities into your lineup, making altars and worshipping any one of them that strikes your fancy. It costs a bit of money but it's worth feeling like you're doing something right. Eventually that gets boring for you and you sort of move on to other things. A few years later you get back into the woowoo stuff, and start thinking about the deities again. You feel a little guilty but don't get any closure about those worship relationships. It feels awkward. You swerve back into divination, choosing to pick up runes instead. You learn about how Odin is weird and masculine and can be evil. Whatever, you just want the runes. A few months in, someone questions an offhand remark you make about Odin being bad. You get corrected, learn a bit more about him, and... he sounds cool? You've known about the concept of godspousing for a while now, but you're a little leery about the whole worship thing, especially since it didn't work out last time. You approach Odin but you're CLEAR you don't want a relationship like a godspouse. You work with him for a few months. He shows up in your dreams as a variety of characters, you start to associate him with certain tv shows and watch those to bond. You started out fearing him a bit and worshipping him in a very rigid way, designing your own prayers and protocols, but now he's just the weird dude that watches Warehouse 13 with you and calls dibs on half your nachos when you make them. (You eat them anyways.) Eventually, you have a dream in which he kisses you. Um. Okay. No. You ignore it. You don't say anything to him, you just pretend it never happened. It happens again. This time, you sit down and have a conversation. You weren't interested in dating him. He's interested in dating you. ....... Well, maybe you're interested in dating him now. After all, he's not the terrifying figure you thought he was. You set a date in 6 months upon which you'll give him an answer, and tell him you expect him to behave until then and any misbehavior means you're booting him out of your life. He does behave, but another of your gods has to kick him in the ass for toeing the line. In 6 months, you tell him that you can date, and you set a bunch of rules out. No showing me imagery of the ocean or deep water, you have a phobia. No bothering me at work. Don't send me sexual stuff unless I ask for it. He reluctantly follows through but he does have to be reminded. Eventually, you dating Odin is just. The thing that you're doing. You don't really want to label it. It gives you some amazing sex dreams and weird fantasies that you're embarrassed about, but there's a lot of people who think about Odin that way online, yeah?

I genuinely don't know what information I can give you, but again, feel free to DM. Hope these were entertaining at least.

#godspouse #godspousing #godspousal

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vermilliondevth · 9 months ago

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Intriguing things I heard someone say about Scorpio Risings today: - "They have the mind of a killer" - "In the Hellenic Era, men born with a Scorpio ascendant would be sent to fight in Sparta" - "They are ruthless. They provide excellence to no one but themselves; they are extremely determined."

Makes me wonder if I have made a bad career choice by not choosing to train as an MMA fighter or as a spy/assassin.

#p #scorpio rising #brb gonna go watch 300 to get inspired

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cozyfoxy · 1 month ago

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The Brackenwood Murders Part 4/?

Phil rushes to Dan's apartment after getting his text, and Dan is alone and anxious as PJ is out of town.

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Sorry it took so long to update! I was hit by hurricane Hellene in Asheville NC. All is well with me now, but the same can't be said for many of my mountain neighbors. If you can donate, donate through the Red Cross, and if you can't donate, please send love and prayers to those impacted <3

Dan paced his room, trying to control his rapid breathing. He refused to look at the envelope that sat on his bed, addressed to him once again. Instead of opening it, Dan had decided to text detective Lester. The brunette had even worn gloves to grab the letter, just in case the detective could pull fingerprints or something from it. His shoes were still on his feet, not yet tied and he found himself tripping occasionally on the loose laces. All he wanted was to get some fresh air, but it felt unsafe again. A ding came from his phone, and he dug it out of his pocket clumsily, almost dropping it in the process.

Phil: On my way now. Just five minutes away.

Dan let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding and walked down the stairs as quick as he could without falling. He felt unsafe, on edge, even in his own home. It was the first time in almost a year that he had been left home alone. PJ was always protective, making sure that Dan felt safe and at ease. Normally, when PJ went to visit his family, Dan would tag along. It was always nice to see the Liguoris, but Dan really just wanted some time alone. He had felt comfortable enough on his own, confidently so, until he saw the letter.

A knock on the door made Dan’s skin crawl and he looked through the peephole, relief shooting through him when he saw Phil standing outside. He unlocked the door and opened it slowly, letting the chilled detective inside.

“Thank you for coming so fast.” Dan whispered, “I didn’t touch the letter with my hands; I used gloves. Maybe you can pull fingerprints or something?”

Phil nodded and slid his shoes off, “Of course. It’s my job. That was smart; thank you, Dan. Where’s PJ?”

Dan grinned dully, “He went to visit family. I normally go with him, but I wanted to stay behind; I felt safe enough. Fuck ton of good that did me,huh?”

“How long will he be gone?” Phil asked softly, worry seeping its way into the pit of his stomach.

Dan ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit of his, “In three days. I’ve thought about asking him to come home or something but I just can’t do that to him. He’s been looking forward to this trip for weeks, and it’s for his grandmother’s birthday. So I can’t ruin it for him.” He rambled, looking past Phil to avoid eye contact.

The detective nodded in understanding, “Could you possibly go to him then? You said that you normally tag along.” He enquired, following Dan up the stairs, watching Dan’s careful steps closely. Phil wanted to be prepared to catch Dan if he did trip on his shoelaces. He wondered idly why the younger man hadn’t taken his shoes off while they were downstairs.

“I thought about that too, but I’m honestly scared that the person leaving me letters would break into the apartment... or even follow me.” Dan whispered with false calmness.

A shiver ran down Phil’s spine. Though the detective didn’t expect either of Dan’s worries to come true, he couldn’t be too careful. He could have a few members of his team keep an eye on the apartment, but that could be exactly what the killer would want. As much as he hated to admit it, the killer was smart.

“That’s a good point.” Phil admitted as they walked into Dan’s room and a smile grew on Phil’s face, “Nice room. It’s very you.”

The room was almost crowded, but still minimalist and tidy. A piano sat against a wall with a collection of action figures and plushes atop it. In the corner was a small computer desk with a bookcase attached to it; the books organized asthetically. Dan’s bed was made, and fairy lights were meticulously draped over the headboard, beneath a collection of colorful artwork—the most colorful things in the room.

Dan snorted and grinned, “yep. Monochrome and tidy, that’s me.”

Phil rolled his eyes and pulled on some gloves from his satchel, pulling them on carefully. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Then what did you mean?” Dan asked curiously, watching the older man’s movements.

“I mean that while yes, it is dark and quite basic, it’s creative and bright. You hide behind your darkness; you hold onto it, but you also cling to your light. The darkness is where you thrive, where you think and solve. But the light and the colors are where you allow yourself to dream. You want to dream more, but you hide so well in the darkness that sometimes you worry you’ll lose yourself entirely. But you still hold onto the light that inspires you. I admire that.” Phil explained, opening the envelope with gentle fingers.

Dan froze and looked at Phil’s face, scrutinizing him. “I... you got all that from my room?”

Phil chuckled and set the open letter on Dan’s bed, holding onto the still-filled envelope. “Of course not. I’m trained to profile people, of course; it’s part of my job. But I’ve always been good at reading people. My Nan used to say that I had a gift, but sometimes it feels like a curse. I know you’re scared of losing what little light you have to the darkness, but just remember that no amount of darkness can knock out even the smallest candle flame. But the smallest flame can light up even the darkest room.”

Dan’s breath hitched at Phil’s words. They dug deep into his skull and made themselves at home in his mind. “What do you mean a curse?” He felt himself ask.

Phil shook his head. “That’s a conversation for another time. I need to focus.”

The brunette nodded, “Can I see the letter?”

“Yes, just put on some gloves first. It’s not the nicest, so prepare yourself.” Phil explained calmly, pulling out some photos from the envelope.

Dan nodded and pulled on a pair of clean gloves before picking up the letter and reading carefully.

“Looks like PJ shortened his leash on you, huh, Dan? He went out of town without you? Left you all alone. it’s been awhile since he’s done that, hasn’t it? Years actually. You normally go with him on his little train journeys, but you stayed. Why? Do you really feel safe, or are you feeling suicidal again? Just thought I’d let you know that there will be more for you to investigate soon, since you like to play detective so much. I’m sure you’ll let your little detective friend know about this letter, so he may as well know too. I’m not worried about being caught; it won’t happen. There are also some pretty pictures in the envelope, especially for you, Danny. I thought you might like them, baby.

P.S, Don’t go out alone tonight.”

Dan shuddered and set the letter back down, turning his attention back to Phil, who looked paler than usual while looking at the photos in his hands. “What’s wrong, Phil? What are the pictures?”

“More evidence. They’re gory; you don’t need to see them.” Phil explained emotionlessly.

Dan swallowed thickly, “Is there...” He couldn’t finish his question, a pain settling in his throat.

“Yes. There’s a picture of Liam. It’s not pretty.” Phil explained softly, putting the pictures back into the envelope. The photo of Liam made even Phil uncomfortable; he couldn’t let Dan see it.

In the picture, Liam was lying on a white sheet that was spread behind him like angel wings. He was barely alive, his green eyes looked dull and painful; his arms were placed slightly over his head, as if he had taken flight. Liam’s body was free of blood, but he was painted in purpling bruises and deep cuts. His chest was wrapped in gauze, and he was completely naked. What was written on the back of the photo made it even worse.

“You did always call him your angel; doesn’t he look angelic here?”

As much as Dan wanted to argue, he allowed himself to be spared from seeing the photos. He was already so on edge, so fearful of everything, that he couldn’t take much more. For the first time in years, small sounds were setting him off, making him jump. The deaths in the town that he called home, the investigations, the letters—everything felt too real now, too in the present.

“Cheif Brewer was taken off of the case. My team is coming in from London; they’ll probably be here later this afternoon.” Phil explained softly, watching Dan plop down onto his bed, sighing heavily.

The younger man nodded and looked up at Phil through his eyelashes; they were wet from unshed tears. “Good. I mean, he’s a shit policeman, but he’s not a terrible guy or anything. I just don’t think he knew what to do with something more intense than a break-in.”

“He was definitely in over his head. Do you mind if I sit with you?” Phil asked, sitting down after Dan patted the spot next to him in invitation.

Dan nodded in agreement and grabbed a pillow, clinging to it like a child to a blanket, "Yeah, he was. I know PJ, Liam and I gave him hell as teens. He used to be like an uncle to me, you know? But things changed. Aaron and I used to be as close as PJ and me until we were like twelve, I think.”

The detective hummed softly, “Yeah, Brewer told me a little about that. He said you and Aaron were playing on the church playground and you got really scared of something and freaked out. He said after that you stopped going to church, and then your parents did too.”

Dan tensed and nodded, looking away from Phil. He didn’t like to think about that day; it still weaved its way into Dan’s nightmares even thirteen years later. No one took him seriously then, no matter how much he begged them to. Eventually, he didn’t feel safe going to church anymore, and when the Howell’s saw just how traumatized their son was, they decided to stop going too.

“What happened that day?” Phil asked softly, using the tips of his fingers to turn Dan’s head back to him. Deep down he knew he was crossing a line, but in that moment he couldn’t find the energy to care.

Dan took a shuddery breath, “Aaron and I were playing hide and seek. I was hiding in the cemetery, near the back where the older graves are. I was always a jumpy kid; even moths terrified me. There was a specific gravestone of a huge angel that always scared the hell out of me. I heard Aaron coming near me and I started to crawl between graves and my back hit that stupid angel statue.” He stopped talking and shuddered. “I feel so stupid telling this story again.”

“Don’t feel stupid. If you don’t want to tell me the rest, you don’t have to; I was just curious.” Phil explained in a friendly whisper.

Dan shook his head. “So I bumped into that statue, and I was scared anyways. I scrambled away from it and felt a hand on my shoulder. I thought it was Aaron so I looked up. It wasn’t Aaron; it was Felix Schmidt, deacon Schmidt’s nephew. His hand was wet and dark red, I screamed and cried because I thought it was blood. I ran straight to my parents and told them what I saw: his hand stained my shirt. The adults confronted him but he pulled out a canvas from behind a nearby tree. He had been painting and spilled a pot of deep red paint. Everyone laughed at me. The next day, I went back to the graveyard and into the wooded area behind it. My childhood cat, Linnie, had been missing for a few days. I found his body... buried under some leaves. He was bloody and torn up really badly, Phil. I started to cry and ran to tell my parents, but when we went back, the body was gone.”

Phil’s eyes widened. “How old was Felix when this happened?”

“Um, probably thirteen? Just a little older than I was, I guess. Why?” Dan asked quietly.

The detective ignored the question, “What do you know about him?”

“His parents are divorced; his mum lives in town, but his dad lives a town over. He would only spend weekends here. He has a little sister; her name is Kylie. I still talk to her sometimes when she’s in town. He was always good with people, especially in the church. The little old ladies loved him; he was a charmer. I looked up to him as a kid; I thought he was really cool and smart.” Dan explained with a shrug.

“Does he live here now?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dan shook his head. “He lives out of town, in the forest down south, with his wife. They have two girls together; he’s actually the church’s newest deacon. His aunt and uncle moved away a few months ago, and he took his uncle’s position.”

Phil’s head was overloaded with thoughts in that moment. If Felix had murdered Dan’s cat at thirteen, he would most likely have moved onto bigger prey. He had no proof, just speculation, but it was definitely a possible lead. Phil grabbed his journal from his bag, making a few notes quickly. He was so embedded in his writing that he was startled when Dan spoke.

“What are you doing?” Dan asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

Phil jumped slightly and chuckled at himself, “Just making some notes.”

“Wait, you think Felix might have something to do with this?” Dan asked quietly, staring blankly at the wall next to him.

Phil nodded and watched Dan closely, admiring his features. His skin was beautiful, glowing beneath the warm light of his bedroom. His hair was a little frizzy and sticking up in random places. Dan’s lips were a perfect pink, and Phil could smell the younger man’s cologne; it made his stomach twist in want.

“I never even thought about it being him.” Dan whispered, turning to look back at Phil, gasping quietly.

The detective frowned, “what’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Dan’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Um yeah, mate. You... you just have really pretty eyes.”

Phil smiled and looked at his journal closely, trying to avoid eye contact. “Thank you, Dan. You have beautiful eyes too.”

Dan smiled and thanked Phil quietly, playing with a loose thread on his shirt.

A sudden, loud ring from Phil’s phone made both men jump. “Sorry Dan, I gotta take this.” The detective explained, putting his phone to his ear, “Hi Louise, did you guys make it okay.?”

“Yes, but Phil we need you down at the station immediately. It’s absolutely urgent.” Louise explained over the chaos that was happening behind her.

Phil frowned deeply and began to pack his bag up with one hand. “What is it? Is everyone alright?”

“We are yes, but there was a package delivered here for Brewer, He opened it and there were hundreds of photos of men and women, dead and alive. I think this case might be even bigger than we thought.” She mumbled, uncertainty finding its way into her voice.

Phil jumped up from the bed and said, “I’ll be there in ten minutes max. Just, uh send someone to this address. I’ll text it to you; send Charlie, please.”

Louise agreed and hung up the call, leaving Phil to face a confused looking Dan. “I’ve got to go; it’s urgent. I’m heading down to the station; one of my best team members will be here to keep an eye on things. She won’t bother you besides introducing herself. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

Dan went to speak, but Phil was already running down the stairs and out the door, leaving Dan with his thoughts. Could Felix really be the one behind these murders? It made sense, but the brunette truly wished that it didn’t. A buzz from his phone sent a chill down his spine, and he tossed it face down onto the bed.

Felix: “Hey, can we meet up? There’s some things I’d like to talk about. 🙂”

#phan #phandom #dan and phil #phan fic #phanfiction #phan au #the brackenwood murders

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raptorfae53 · 10 months ago

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Monster High Reimagined

Deuce Gorgon character bio/redesign

Deuce Gorgon (he/him)

Trans man

The Gorgon son of medusa

(Greek Moroccan)

Deuce is the first Gorgon (on account of their rarity as a monster type) to attend monster high at the behest of his nervous and at-times overbearing mother Medusa. (yes, that medusa) Not that he minds all that much being an easygoing, chilled out boy who tends to make friends easily through his delicious cooking and general affability ,monster high being the perfect place to hone his many Gorgon powers and perfect his culinary skills as well as make some new friends. That Mummy girl in particular is kinda cute,he'd love to get to know her better…

Likes: cooking,space,skateboarding,pet rodents and tabletop rpgs.

Dislikes: transphobia and islamophobia,cold weather (makes him drowsy),accidentally petrifying people, wasting good food and people acting entitled towards kitchen staff and servers.

Killer style: A simple,casual look that marries north African and western streetwear. Because of Vermont's chilly climate most of the year his mantra when picking out an outfit for the day is to strike a balance between “cool” and warm, or he risks falling asleep in class thanks to the cold. (Though usually one of his friends jolts him awake or lends him their coat if he does)

Familiar: Percy,Orym and Caleb the rats. Named after some of the characters from a tabletop rpg web show he loves,deuce has always liked rodents but until he arrived in the states wasn't able to keep them due to his family's affinity for them in a...different sense (as accidental as it always was,his mother's always felt a bit off snacking on rodents personally but her serpentine urges are always just too strong,she and her sisters try to never do so in front of him at least if they must)

Pet Peeve: food influencers using exponential amounts of ingredients for wasteful,dumb stunts online. It just doesn't sit right for a working class guy like deuce who was taught growing up how much more could be made with less.

Freaky Flaw: At the moment his petrifying gaze. Being a Gorgon means deuce has a bevy of latent powers with the ability to turn people to stone amongst them. Which whilst thankfully it isn't permanent can still be an inconvenient (to say the least of it) experience for the recipient and very awkward for himself,there's also the matter of his glasses used to keep said power in check dropping in food while he's cooking but that's another story altogether…

Spooky Secret: Despite being chilled out a lot of the time,duece does sometimes worry about his mother back home and whether their once tight bond is starting to fray,and that whilst she's generally a bit of a nervous wreck about everything it's something to do with his transition and her anxiety regarding men. Although medusa has been stalwart and understanding of him throughout his transition and deuce himself probably knows it's probably more to do with him growing up and leaving home for the first time,the thought still makes him a little nervous.

Dream job: be it in a high class restaurant or in a simple shop or food truck,deuce hopes to put his culinary skills to good use after high school and get the world as hooked on his greek-Moroccan-monster fusion food as he was growing up.

Five Fearsome Facts:

Deuce is a practising Muslim. Medusa and her sisters having converted centuries ago after becoming (obviously) disillusioned with their native hellenic polytheism after the “incident” and deuce and his cousin viperine being raised in its stead. As with it's other minority faith students, monster high accommodates him as best they can,for example giving him and the few other Muslim students a room for midday prayers and offering halal/vegetarian lunch options within the creepeteria.

Aside from the culinary arts,deuces' other great love has been space,being interested in the cosmos from a young age. This manifests in a lot of his other favourite media,including spending many hours of his spare time watching live streams of space launches and playing video games like Kerbal space program, as well as a love of astronomy and the constellations,a telescope being one of the most treasured possessions brought with him from Morocco.

Deuce's “hair” may look a bit odd at first,with the roots seemingly dyed dark green that fades into a deep brown ,but it's actually all natural! The nine snakes that make up his hairdo are African house snakes,all named after different beasts within the constellations. (Serpens,Hydrus,Cetus,Ursa,Taurus,Cygnus,Corvus,Scorpio and Leo) ironically due to his birthday being in early December deuce himself was born under the “forgotten” zodiac Ophiuchus ,the serpent bearer.

Like all gorgons,deuce has a pair of wings, and while Gorgons aren't as proficient fliers as vampires or harpies,per say, medusa saw it fit to teach duece how to fly short distances “just in case”, deuce prefers to get around town on his skateboard most of the time though. (This concept being inspired by designs by artists like @sleepywsha )

Also like his mother and family,deuce has powerful and rapid self-regeneration abilities,but though medusa has famously survived being decapitated and come out physically no worse for wear deuce isn't willing to test out its restrictions much and keeps his workspace as safe as can possibly be.

Happy new year everybody!!! I know I said last time I would have another one of these out by the end of 2023,but I had stuff going on irl/a bit of writers block so this (and several others to come) is done a bit later than I originally intended.

(Since I felt the following tract about why i made the design choices i have and how they tie into the folklore surrounding Gorgons would have made this already long post completely and utterly colossal ,I've put it in the read more tab down below)

Regardless i hope you like this post,and keep your eyes peeled because another one is nearly done and coming soon,hopefully anyway...

Anyways,before anything else,you're probably wondering why deuce is written the way he is. Considering how many of it's famous mythological monsters have found their way into Western pop culture, Monster High has a lot,and I mean a LOT of characters who hail from Greece. (There's also my hc that in general new salem has a large human population of greek immigrants, but anyways) As such, I decided to make a few of the greek characters hail from other parts of the world. Duece being from North Africa is a reference to several ancient scholars attempts to pinpoint exactly where medusa lived,with a popular schools of thought being that she originated from the mythology of the Ancient amazigh people of the sahara (of whose descendants make up a good chunk of modern morocco's population currently) and lived in classical Libya (Aka all of Africa north of the sahara) or as far west as the Cabo Verde islands off Senegal. My train of thought behind the idea of medusa living in Morocco was driven by the idea of her wanting to get as far away from the grecian world as possible after everything regarding perseus and settled down in what was then the phoenican colonies on the other side of the Mediterranean,which eventually became carthiginian,then roman,then islamic,then french/spanish and finally independent.

Impromptu history lesson aside, another reason behind my changes was because I felt monster high could have the chance to represent characters of different and diverse faiths as well as nationalities,identities, and orientations. It just made sense to me for it to be that way. Plus, aside from gigi and Wisp (and considering the iffy reputation those two have i understand why a lot of people arent too fond of them) ,Monster High really doesn't have any characters from the Islamic world,which in my opinion is a massive shame considering the rich cultures and mythologies within places like Iran,Mesopotamia and North Africa. So I thought that there should be some,even if it's only through a transplanted character from classical mythology at the moment.

Finally since this post is way too long already,here's a few visuals to show what exactly I'm going for within the text.

First off since I absolutely despise the G1 snake mowhawk,I imagine deuce has "hair" that's styled more like this:

Meanwhile, this is an african house snake,and what I imagine deuces "hair" colour looks like: (Unlike with the snake mowhawk, this wasn't because I hated the green btw)

Finally in terms of a mix of North african and western clothing,I like to imagine duece would absolutely rock both a hooded and non hooded kaftan with vans, baggy jeans, hoodies or puffer jackets.

#monster high #deuce gorgon #monster high reimagined

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 2 years ago

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Ok, so I finished Glass Onion for the second time and now I want to make some connections in storytelling. I’m putting this under a read more, so if you haven’t seen it or knifes out I would suggest seeing them first as this has major spoilers.

I love the different tones between Knifes out and Glass Onion and How It effects the killer.

In knifes out the story is cold, collected. Blanc, throughout his monologue, almost seems impressed by how Ransom planed, and executed his plan. This feeling is even conveyed in the lighting of Knifes out. A lot of the scenes have either the blue tint, or they have muted colors. The story just feels off putting.

Then you have Glass Onion, that I would say has a more comedic undertone. The lighting is bright Most if the time, and while you know It’s about A murder, It’s bit until the end That You get That Same feeling from Knifes out. Even in Blanc’s speech, he is regularly calling Miles on how little planing he really put into his plan.

And the ending Are so different, But have so much in common.

Knifes out ends with the monologue as the last big scene before the wrap up. It’s precise, and fully explains everything for the watcher. Glass Onion’s monologue isn’t the hight of the story, the hight is when Hellen gets her revenge and destroys everything If Miles. And yet, we end with the same satisfaction.

Knifes out ends with Marta watching the family come to the realization that they have lost everything, and she came out on top.

Glass Onion ends with Miles coming to the realization he lost everything to Hellen in her determination to get revenge for her sister.

I loved the storytelling in each movie. They had their own stories to tell, and did it beautiful. I just couldn’t help but notice these similarities.

#knifes out #glass onion #miles bron #ransom drysdale #detective benoit blanc #marta cabrera #helen brand

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truthlassoed · 2 years ago

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❝ i’m willing to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. ❞

« adria arjona, 5,000 (immortal), she/her, dc comics » ∙∙ loading case file for diana prince. known aliases, if any: wonder woman. current location: new york, new york. current occupation: museum curator. she is known to be compassionate and unyielding, so proceed with caution. their current alliance: civilian. penned by ree. ©

GENERAL DETAILS.

full name: diana of themyscira (birth), diana prince (civilian). nickname(s): di, princess diana. name meaning: "divine." age: 5,000 years old. date of birth: march 22nd. place of birth: island of themyscira. race: amazonian. gender and species: cis woman, demigoddess. pronouns: she/her/hers. sexual orientation: bisexual, with a preference for women. romantic orientation: biromantic. religion: hellenism. occupation: museum curator, princess of themyscira. education level: masters in art history from columbia. living arrangements: a penthouse apartment in manhattan. speaking voice and accent: very diplomatic and proper. the amazons have their own accent but she’s developed more of an american one from living in the states. spoken languages: she is omnilingual and can speak multiple languages.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

faceclaim: adria arjona. hair color and style: wavy waist-length black hair. eye color: blue. height: 5′10". weight: 132 lbs. body and build: slender and athletic frame with a well-toned yet muscular build. tattoos: none. piercings: both ear lobes. clothing style: classic and elegant looks with a lot of monochrome colors. her taste in jewelry is sophisticated yet chic. distinguishing characteristics: defined cheekbones, freckles under her eyes. signature scent: amouage honour 43 fragrance.

HEALTH.

sleeping habits: tries to go to sleep before 11 pm every night, but will sometimes stay up late watching the cooking network. eating habits: a lot of greens: salads, vegetables, and legumes. she is a vegetarian and rarely eats dairy products. sociability: diana seems to garner attention wherever she goes. rarely does she need to seek out conversations with others as they usually come to her. she is a very sociable and respected woman in many circles. addictions: n/a. drug abuse: n/a. alcohol use: will have a glass of wine every so often but nothing excessive.

PERSONALITY.

label(s): the god killer, the independent woman, the soiled dove, the animal lover, beware the nice one, heart of gold, the amaranth, the heroine. positive traits: compassionate, honest, intelligent, generous, resilient. negative traits: stubborn, opinionated, naïve, unyielding, competitive. astrology: aries. personality type: enfj. moral alignment: neutral good. hogwarts house: gryffindor. element: air. primary vice: pride. primary virtue: kindness. weather: sunny days. color: red. music: marina. movie: roman holiday. book: little women. beverage: pinot noir. food: ice cream. animal: owl. season: spring.

FAMILY.

mother: hippolyta, queen of the amazons. father: zeus, king of the gods of olympus. significant other: n/a. best friend: lois lane, artemis (on themyscira). exes: steve trevor (deceased). sibling(s): jason (twin brother), ares (half-brother), eris (half-sister), hercules (half-brother, deceased). children: n/a. extended family: antiope (aunt, deceased), cassie sandsmark (neice), the gods of olympus. pet(s): n/a.

short bio: as a young girl, diana was told stories of how she was molded from clay and brought to life by the greek gods to be a leader for her people. born on the island of themyscira comprised entirely of female warriors, they looked to her for guidance and strength in times of hardship. several thousand years later, diana was called upon to be their representative to aid men in their war against each other. it was then that the princess learned of the true heritage her mother had kept secret from her for so long. she was in fact the daughter of zeus, hidden for centuries to shield her from the wrath of his wife, hera. though angered at this discovery, she fulfilled her duties in man’s world and fought to end world wars i & ii before going into hiding. diana made a promise to herself that she would no longer interfere in the affairs of men. unless, of course, a time would come when she had no choice.

#❛ pain shapes a woman into a warrior : ( s t u d y ) .#bio .

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cavedwellermusic · 2 years ago

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Deviser - Evil Summons Evil (2023)

Epic Hellenic black metal at its finest

Unholy Athenian entity Deviser have given us an album with more raw power, vocal dominance, subtle atmosphere and killer riffs than I've heard in some time. They continue the long standing tradition of Hellenic black metal to create music that is not only raw and powerful, but catchy and memorable. Rabid layered vocals sit atop a mix of stunning clean toned shredding and raw biting tremolo picking, all of which is underscored by captivating gothic keyboard elements and furious blast beats.

#black metal #epic black metal #hellenic black metal #greek black metal #melodic black metal #extreme metal #metal music #Cave Dweller Music #Bandcamp

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laurasinele · 1 year ago

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"The first atendees are gathering at the red carpet here at the 93rd Mythical Archer Awards Gala, and what everyone wants to know is the same old question every century, right Gupan?"

"Right Ugar. Will they, won't they is what's in everybody and everyentiry's mind. We are talking if course about the old feud between Archer Gods Apollo, Sun adjacent, and old Hou Yi, renowned Sun killer"

"A hundred years ago Hou Yi left the gala very civilly, but it's rumored that Loki, from Asgard, provided Hou Yi with intel on who might have srolen his last arrow, back during the Sun Smiting event. Do you want to bet, Gupan?"

"Well Ugar, I'm not a gambler but, knowing Loki, our boss is Elohim if the name if the name they gave Hou Yi doesn't have an Hellenic root and start with an A"

#apollo #hou yi #sun gods #archer gods #sun myths #greek mythology #chinese mythology #i'm dumb #cleaning house

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reticentheathen · 6 days ago

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Trans Day of Remembrance -names and their deaths

TW: Violent death

Of the 350 names this year, Dowling of the substack abomination about town compiled a partial list. (See original here:https://abominationabouttown.substack.com/p/sit-with-your-discomfort-transgender?r=yw1on&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&triedRedirect=true)

The following is a partial list of those we have lost:

Lisa was shot in the back while she walked home from a friend’s house.

Evelin was shot and killed in her home.

Liah was shot. She died waiting for help to arrive.

Chyna was shot by a masked man as she sat in her car.

Dulce was shot. It looked like an execution.

Shakira was shot multiple times by a man passing on a motorcycle.

Chay was kidnapped, shot and dumped in the street.

Keny was shot at a party. Six people carried her to the street and left her to die.

Bruna was shot three times. They found her on the beach.

London was shot in her home. Her grandmother watched, unable to help.

Samantha was shot in a parking lot by the men who had been hunting her.

Miriam was a candidate for a political party. She was shot in the street by a group of men.

Maruca was ambushed while she was driving. She was shot multiple times.

Savannah was shot by a man after she’d sex with him. He said he “had to do it”.

A’nee was assaulted. When she fled her attacker chased her, running her with down with their car.

Fabinha was beaten to death by two men, one a police office. They claimed she was shoplifting.

Gaby went missing. Her blood was found in a car. They never found her body.

Rayane was beaten to death with a tire iron by two men.

Diana, a trans community leader, was stabbed to death in a hotel by her partner. He later turned himself in.

Jesús was stabbed by their boyfriend who then killed themself.

Isa was stabbed in the street. She died after being ignored by onlookers.

Valentina was shot in the nightclub where she worked.

Alejandra was found wrapped in a tarp. The police interrupted her killers while they were digging a grave to dispose of her.

Kamylla was stoned to death.

Blanca was stabbed by their partner. Their neighbours had ignored the cries for help. They thought it was just another argument with their abusive partner.

Ariya was robbed and shot. Her killer used her social media profiles to taunt police with the phone they stole.

Amber was shot. She was found in a driveway. It was Christmas Eve.

Obaidy was shot in the street by her boyfriend.

Meghan was shot by a delivery driver. She’d objected when he misgendered her.

Manu was found beaten to death on a railway line. Their family buried them under their deadname.

Lex was killed by a drunk driver

Jay was strangled. They were a well-known vocal coach.

Kitty was attacked on new-years day. A man and woman chased her, beat her and then ran over her with their car.

Laila was beaten in the street by her ex-partner. Witnesses filmed the attack instead of intervening. She died of her injuries.

Gaby was found abandoned on a rural road. She’s been tortured.

Giovana was stabbed to death in the street by their partner.

Emma was beaten to death by a man after he discovered she was trans. She was a teenager.

Bruna was beaten to death by her ex-partner. Her body was found at a construction site.

Cristian was shot four times by the men who broke into her home.

Mayla was stabbed. She was found at a farm, wrapped in a plastic tarp.

Samantha was a shot fourteen times. She was the second trans politician to be murdered in the space of a week.

Rafaelly was stabbed to death by her husband.

Kal was kidnapped and tortured. He had left the house to buy food. They cut off his head, his arms and his fingers.

Jasuhara was beaten and drowned.

Parsa was murdered by their father. He had subjected them to imprisonment and abuse for years.

Jazmin was shot in the head in front of her friends while they drank in the street.

Hellen was attacked by a man with a machete who fled.

Abigail was brought to a vacant lot to be executed. They shot her in the head three times.

Angelique was stabbed in her home.

Arcel was stabbed. They were found in the river.

Halia was stabbed in a bar by a woman who stared an argument with her.

Pamela was in the courtyard of her home when men on motorcycles approached. They shot her to death.

Niurka was shot as she left a nightclub. She died at the hospital.

Teresa was found in a vacant lot. The police tried to say it was suicide.

Devanny refused to pay an extortionist. They beat her to death.

T.K. argued with his cousin. They shot him three times.

Shaina was beaten to death in a night club.

Asma was shot in park.

Aliza was found near the bar where she worked. She’d been suffocated with her own blouse and shot.

Reshma was found in a graveyard, her hands and feet bound. She’d been stabbed.

Jhenifer was lured out to meet a man via social media. He strangled her to death.

Diamond was shot in the street.

Alex was shot and found in the desert. Three teenagers were arrested.

Anastasia was shot.

Riana was stoned to death.

Joelma was beaten to death. She was found in an alley.

Barbie was strangled to death by her partner.

Patrícia was strangled. She was found in the river where her killer dumped her.

Meraxes was dragged from their car and shot.

Dámaris was beaten to death by her partner.

Tee was shot outside a mall. He’d been telling people his life was in danger.

River was stabbed by their boyfriend.

Gisa was beaten to death in an empty lot.

Meredith died in hospital. She and her friends had been beaten by four men.

Jorrana, a social activist, was shot by three men as she sat in her car.

Fernanda was hit by a truck. Her killer fled.

Alyson was shot. Her attackers set fire to her apartment after beheading her.

Babli was found near a canal. She’d been tortured and lynched.

Valentina was pushed down the stairs of a nightclub.

Andrea was beaten with a pipe while she slept.

Noelia was stabbed to death.

Selena was shot trying to defend a colleague.

Charmy was stabbed to death, stripped naked and mutilated.

Kita was struck by two cars. Someone pushed her into the road.

Manji was strangled to death by her partner.

Cássia was stabbed nine times by her ex-boyfriend.

Natasha was shot in the street. She died in hospital.

Jazlynn was shot in her car. A teenager was arrested for her murder.

Babli was shot by her brother and his friends. They said it was an ‘honour killing’.

Romo was stabbed in the street. Thirty minutes passed without authorities coming to her aid. They said it was another departments responsibility.

Karabelo was stabbed twenty times by a man when he discovered she was trans.

Mónica was beaten to death. She was found in the river.

Kenji was shot in a restaurant parking lot.

Ketilly was shot in the back and head.

Sheela was found near railway tracks. She’d been beaten to death.

Camila was shot multiple times in the street.

Lubaton was beaten to death. Her boyfriend attacked her with a hammer.

Cristell was shot eight times by men on a motorcycle.

Monique was shot in the parking lot of the mall.

Indianara was thrown out of a truck and run over.

Vanity was shot to death in the lobby of her apartment.

Clemmy was shot in the street while she walked home.

Rigo shot four times in the street.

Aquilla was chased by a car and run over.

Cony was stabbed in the street by three men.

Dayana was found in a vacant lot. They’d been beaten with a concrete block.

Bárbara was found in her boyfriend’s house. She’d been strangled.

Larissa was found in the street, stabbed in the neck. She’d previously survived a similar attack the year before, but not this time.

#transgender #trans day of remembrance

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