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hedgewitchgarden · 2 years ago

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There are seven primordial gods in Slavic mythology, and only one of them is female: Mokosh. In the pantheon in the Kievan Rus' state, she is the only goddess at all, and so her specific role in Slavic mythology is vast and varied, and, more aptly perhaps, foggy and damp. Mother earth and house spirit, tender of sheep and spinner of fate, Mokosh is the supreme Slavic goddess.

Key Takeaways: Mokosh

Associated Deities: Tellus, Ziva (Siva), Rusalki (water nixies), Lada

Equivalents: St. Paraskeva Pianitsa (Christian Orthodox); loosely comparable to the Greek Titan Gaia, Hera (Greek), Juno (Roman), Astarte (Semitic)

Epithets: Goddess Who Spins Wool, Mother Moist Earth, Flax Woman

Culture/Country: Slavonic Culture, Eastern and Central Europe

Primary Sources: Nestor Chronicle (a.k.a. Primary Chronicle), Christian-recorded Slavic tales

Realms and Powers: Power over the earth, water, and death. Protector of spinning, fertility, grain, cattle, sheep, and wool; fisherman and merchants.

Family: Wife to Perun, lover to Veles and Jarilo

Mokosh in Slavic Mythology

In Slavic mythology, Mokosh, sometimes transliterated as Mokoš and meaning "Friday," is Moist Mother Earth and thus the most important (or sometimes only) goddess in the religion. As a creator, she is said to have been discovered sleeping in a cave by a flowering spring by the spring god Jarilo, with whom she created the fruits of the earth. She is also the protector of spinning, tending sheep, and wool, patron of merchants and fishermen, who protects cattle from plague and people from drought, disease, drowning, and unclean spirits.

The origins of Mokosh as mother earth may date to pre-Indo-European times (Cuceteni or Tripolye culture, 6th��5th millennia BCE) when a near-global woman-centered religion is thought to have been in place. Some scholars suggest she may be a version of Finno-Ugric sun goddess Jumala.

In 980 CE, Kievan Rus emperor Vladimir I (died 1015) erected six idols to Slavic gods and included Mokosh in 980 CE, although he took them down when he converted to Christianity. Nestor the Chronicler (11th century CE), a monk at the Monastery of the Caves in Kyiv, mentions her as the only female in his list of seven gods of the Slavs. Versions of her are included in the tales of many different Slavic countries.

Appearance and Reputation

Surviving images of Mokosh are rare—although there were stone monuments to her beginning at least as long ago as the 7th century. A wooden cult figure in a wooded area in the Czech Republic is said to be a figure of her. Historical references say she had a large head and long arms, a reference to her connection with spiders and spinning. Symbols associated with her include spindles and cloth, the rhombus (a nearly global reference to women's genitals for at least 20,000 years), and the Sacred Tree or Pillar.

There are many goddesses in the various Indo-European pantheons who reference spiders and spinning. Historian Mary Kilbourne Matossian has pointed out that the Latin word for tissue "textere" means "to weave," and in several derivative languages such as Old French, "tissue" means "something woven."

The act of spinning, suggests Matossian, is to create body tissue. The umbilical cord is the thread of life, transmitting moisture from the mother to the infant, twisted and coiled like the thread around a spindle. The final cloth of life is represented by the shroud or "winding sheet," wrapped around a corpse in a spiral, as thread loops around a spindle.

Role in Mythology

Although the Great Goddess has a variety of consorts, both human and animal, in her role as a primary Slavic goddess, Mokosh is the moist earth goddess and is set against (and married to) Perun as the dry sky god. She is also linked to Veles, in an adulterous manner; and Jarilo, the spring god.

Some Slavic peasants felt it was wrong to spit on the earth or beat it. During the Spring, practitioners considered the earth pregnant: before March 25 ("Lady Day"), they would neither construct a building or a fence, drive a stake into the ground or sow seed. When peasant women gathered herbs they first lay prone and prayed to Mother Earth to bless any medicinal herbs.

Mokosh in Modern Usage

With the coming of Christianity into the Slavic countries in the 11th century CE, Mokosh was converted to a saint, St. Paraskeva Pyanitsa (or possibly the Virgin Mary), who is sometimes defined as the personification of the day of Christ's crucifixion, and others a Christian martyr. Described as tall and thin with loose hair, St. Paraskeva Pyanitsa is known as "l'nianisa" (flax woman), connecting her to spinning. She is the patroness of merchants and traders and marriage, and she defends her followers from a range of diseases.

In common with many Indo-European religions (Paraskevi is Friday in modern Greek; Freya = Friday; Venus=Vendredi), Friday is associated with Mokosh and St. Paraskeva Pyanitsa, especially Fridays before important holidays. Her feast day is October 28; and no one may spin, weave, or mend on that day.

Sources

Detelic, Mirjana. "St. Paraskeve in the Balkan Context." Folklore 121.1 (2010): 94–105.

Dragnea, Mihai. "Slavic and Greek-Roman Mythology, Comparative Mythology." Brukenthalia: Romanian Cultural History Review 3 (2007): 20–27.

Marjanic, Suzana. "The Dyadic Goddess and Duotheism in Nodilo’s the Ancient Faith of the Serbs and the Croats." Studia Mythologica Slavica 6 (2003): 181–204.

Matossian, Mary Kilbourne. "In the Beginning, God Was a Woman." Journal of Social History 6.3 (1973): 325–43.

Monaghan, Patricia. "Encyclopedia of Goddesses & Heroines." Novato CA: New World Library, 2014.

Zaroff, Roman. "Organized Pagan Cult in Kievan Rus’. The Invention of Foreign Elite or Evolution of Local Tradition?" Studia Mythologica Slavica (1999).

#mokos #mokosh #slavic paganism #slavic goddess

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rhaetiadan · 1 year ago

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Wolvesreign Deities of Separti: Ruah Ziva

Lore

Ruah Ziva rose to divinity approximately 750 years ago during the Anterhaetian Period during a tumultuous time when Separti was under Old Huescan rule. Modern scholars contest the exact identity of Ruah Ziva before their ascension to Sainthood, with at least a dozen regional origin myths. Three, however, remain the most widely circulated--

Asnat of Ruach Ommiad academic historians state they were born Asnat of Ruach, an orphaned child of indeterminate gender “molded from clay” by the Order of Getik to become an Ashmedai-- a powerful sorcerer-priest trained to hunt loziva, creatures from outer realms that bare no common ancestry with humanity or the Godhead. While acting as an ashmedai, Asnet began having visions that drove her to lead a cherem (holy war) against Huesca. Considering Huesca’s pantheon a form of loziva worship, she cut down Huescans without remorse and expelled them from Separti’s shores. After the slaughter Asnet was proclaimed Ruah Ziva (meaning Breath of God) by the Order of Getik as a living avatar of the Godhead, and unified the island of Separti from a fractured faith into a grand army of religious zealots. With the Separti faith’s blessing, Asnat extended her cherem south to conquer Old Huesca in what is now the Ommiad Empire. Old Huesca, brought to its knees, ceded their empire to the Separti and crowned Asnat Empress Rhaetia the First as head of their pantheon.

Dveira IX Old Huescan religious texts maintained in modern Huesca tell a very different story. If they are to be believed Ruah Ziva was born Dveira IX of Polmaria descendant from Saint Polmaria, the Consort. House Polmaria were known collaborators with the Old Huescan occupiers, believing in a prophecy that a child of Polmaria and the “world spine” would bring about a great Apotheosis where all the realm’s small gods would bow to the Breath of God. House Polmaria sought to speed this process along by intermarrying and propagating with peoples from across modern Rhaetiadan, creating large academies of Polmarian children who would be monitored for signs of divinity. It was from one of these academies in far away Xirimira that Dveira was identified as an ideal vessel for Ruah Ziva. As Polmaria was an established member of the Huescan pantheon, Dveira IX represented a personal union between both faiths ordained by the gods. Dveira was brought from Xirimira to Huesca where she was raised to rule, before being sent to her ancestral home of Separti at the behest of the Old Huescan faith to unite her people in a bloody civil war. In her victory, she was crowned Empress Rhaetia the First.

Dobka of Vazos Some Ebering folk traditions, perhaps less credibly, claim Ruah Ziva was born Dobka of Vazos and shares blood with Erik of Vazos, who would become Saint Lyeb the Lion. Though born to the island of Separti, Dobka was nonetheless of Old Ebering blood and a powerful shield-maiden in her own right. From the port fortress of Ruach, Dobka raided and plundered the world under the banner of the Separti faith. What she could not conquer through battle she conquered through marriage, alleging to have dozens if not hundreds of spouses to secure alliances under the Old Huescan tenant of Supplantation; the belief that divorce is illegitimate but previous marriages may be annulled by a new marriage, with the new spouses retroactively considered to have always been spiritually wed in the eyes of the Gods. The fact that Dobka was not of the Huescan faith was of no concern to her, so long as it provided sufficient grounds to conquer Huescan hearts and lands alike. Through conquest, battle, and romance she achieved gnosis-- knowledge of the true nature of the Godhead-- and became remembered as Ruah Ziva and Empress Rhaetia to Separti and Huesca alike.

With so many different competing cultures hoping to claim the origins of Empress Rhaetia it is ostensibly impossible to know for sure which account of Ruah Ziva’s life is true, even within her own order. Separti mysticism is rooted in obtuse gnostic symbolism and never straightforward, with competing accounts of Ruah Ziva’s life circulating wherever you look. To a true worshiper of Ruah Ziva though, it is a distinction without a difference. Saint Ruah Ziva is worshiped not for the person they were, but the covenant they represented where the Godhead chose a saint as its vessel to forge the Oversoul of Rhaetiadan. In truth, Separti religious tradition views the Godhead as a communal spiritual essence as it move towards collective Apotheosis where all of humanity might join the Oversoul as one divine being like so many cells in a single body. It is just as likely that Ruah Ziva might, in part, be all of these purported women and more creating a gestalt identity responsible for the modern mythology of Empress Rhaetia and Rhaetiadan. Regardless, there remains one commonality between them-- Before she was Empress Rhaetia, she was the Separti warrior-saint Ruah Ziva.

Symbolism

Today, much of the material wealth of Separti has been long-since mined out and shipped away across the far reaches of Rhaetiadan. During the Anterhaetian Age though, the island of Separti had such rich veins of gold it would marble the very cliffs. With gold so abundant in such an insular principality, precious species (gold, sliver, gemstones) were of little material value. Thus another rare commodity was needed to conduct trade, namely pearls, abalone, and seaglass. As trade began to open with the rest of the Realm, and several scandals involving the farming of pearls and forgery of seaglass resulted in a brief religious schism, Separti rapidly adopted a gold-backed system where the church would maintain sole ownership of minted species for international trade while a quasi-fiat currency was issued to the citizenry. By the time of Empress Rhaetia's ascension to the Huescan throne Separti had cemented itself as the only reliable and effective central banking system in Rhaetiadan, a title it has held for 750 years.

Despite this seaglass remains a strong motif in Separti art. Ruah Ziva, in particular, is often represented in golden armor adorned in mosaics of seaglass as mosaic was a unifying hobby shared by men, women, priests, poets, warriors, and nobility alike.

Bees are often considered a secondary symbol for Ruah Ziva, albeit one only shared cryptically among the Order of Ruah Ziva. It is said, often smugly in hushed tones among her most devout, that it holds a specially hidden significance about the true nature of Ruah Ziva’s connection to the Godhead that can only be understood through years of meditation and monastic study.

Order of Ruah Ziva, and the Worship of Ruah Ziva

Worship of St. Ruah Ziva in Separti is complicated. The pluralist, gestalt identity nature of Ruah Ziva in Separti mysticism differs greatly from Huesca’s interpretation of the goddess Rhaetia. Ruah Ziva is worshiped not as a living god, but as the Last Saint & Prophet who acted as a vessel for the Godhead to forge the Oversoul of Rhaetiadan. For the Separti, the world is in its final stage where gradually all magic and faith will gravitate to the Oversoul until all of humanity is united under the One True God. For 700 years, the Order of Ruah Ziva was dedicated to this interpretation acting as willing vessels for the Breath of God to help shepherd the rest of Rhaetiadan to its collective salvation.

But with the fall of the Rhaetian Era, the Order of Ruah Ziva was face with a crisis of faith. Old Huesca, once bound with Separti in the worship of Ruah Ziva through Rhaetia, gradually declined before being deposed by the Ommiads in all but the hinterlands. The dual revolutions of Gevaur and Tworoika ripped both once proud kingdoms from God's light. No, it seemed, this world’s salvation was not yet assured. The flock needed to be led, by hook or by crook, back toward salvation. Thus the order of Ruah Ziva once again took up the role of The Conqueror, marshaling their forces in the ancient fortress monastery port of Ruach to build an army capable of one last grand cherem to safeguard mankind's apotheosis.

The Order of Ruah Ziva is the most jingoistic and zealous of the Separti sects now, waiting for the right moment for a grand confrontation that they hope will restore the world to the glory of when the Breath of God swept over the land. But the scale of such a confrontation would be near apocalyptic indeed, and it remains to be seen if they would emerge the better for it.

#ttrpg inspo #pathfinder #pathfinder settings #worldbuilding #ttrpg worldbuilding #wolvesreign #rhaetiadan #separti #ruah ziva

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nalyra-dreaming · 7 months ago

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Rewatching again I stumbled over the "furies" remark in relation to the paintings.

Allecto (“Unceasing in Anger”), Tisiphone (“Avenger of Murder”), and Megaera (“Jealous”).

Given that the triptych refers to those figures at the base of the crucifixion... and Lestat often being likened to Christ (in both show and book)...

"[The furies]They are traditionally depicted as ancient chthonic deities preoccupied with avenging patricide and matricide by hunting down and killing violent criminals."

Also:

"Bacon was introduced to Aeschylus through T. S. Eliot's 1939 play The Family Reunion,[33] in which the protagonist Harry is haunted by "the sleepless hunters / that will not let me sleep"."

And:

"Coming in 1944, the triptych was often thought to be informed by the Second World War. Art critic Ziva Amishai-Maisseles observes that the canvas reflects Bacon's own confusion and ambivalence "towards manifestations of violence and power, both of which attracted and repulsed him simultaneously."

Quite the painting to have in your living room. Reflecting Louis and his attraction to violence and power, simultaneously repulsed by them, reflecting Armand and his grudge, and his avenging of Lestat's murder and the jealousy that is somewhere in him wrt to Louis being Lestat's chosen, and reflecting Daniel, hunted for years and woken up often during the chase (and now they let him sleep, in direct mirroring).

And all three of these relationships under the not present actual "crucified Christ", Lestat.

The similarities between "Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion" and the murals at the Villa of the Mysteries are making me deeply unwell in ways that should be studied.

The Bacon tryptich is from 1944, just before Armand and Louis met. It is reminiscent of the modern art Armand says he cannot love or understand which he compares to Louis in the book, distant from him before their breakup. It could possibly be taken as a symbol of Loumand's relationship.

The other paintings are mentioned in devil's minion and associated with Armand's relationship with Daniel of course, but they also put me in mind of Marius (classical Roman art, flagellation, the color red). In the book, the Villa murals are "looking on" as Armand and Daniel consummate their relationship--almost like Marius is haunting them.

Not sure what any of this means, but paintings are clearly significant in this show. Super excited to add more red string to my pepe silvia board!

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trinitylhearts · 2 years ago

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Verse & Ziva:

Here's a pair, sketch, of Verse and Ziva. I'm planning on incorporating them with my ttrpg-webcomics involving Storyverse System. I'm starting with developing their character, but so far Verse is a spirit-deity of free will and openness while Ziva is an orb marble that omits light and is a spirit-deity of order and purpose. They exist in a void realm and pass the time by playing games, (more on this in the future).

#Storyverse TTRPG #Storyverse System #2023 #March #25th #Trinity L. Hearts #2023 march

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chernobrnja · 3 years ago

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Svarožić, the god of the Polapian Slavs, is one of the most mysterious deities of Slavic mythology. Everything we can learn about this god can be reduced to a few lines from Titmat's writings and barely a few words found on Russian monuments from the fourteenth, fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. However, even on the basis of such a small number of facts at our disposal, which contain information about the nature of Svarožić, we can conclude a lot about this deity, as well as about Slavic spirituality in general. What can we learn by reading the writings of the chronicler Titmar? Describing Radgost's temple in Retra, Titmar mentions images of gods located inside the temple, and among these images, the most impressive is the depiction of a deity called Svarozic. Titmar calls Svarožić the first of the gods depicted, the god most respected by the Retrians. This deity is depicted with a helmet on his head, a sword and a picture of a black bull on his chest. We see that this is a warrior deity, which, in addition to weapons and warrior equipment, also had its own flag, which also stood in Radgost's temple in Retra. The flags of all the gods depicted were kept in the temple until the moment when the Retrians went to war. Then the flags would be taken out of the temple and carried into battle, presumably to provide the Retrians with divine help in the coming battle. Russian monuments from the fourteenth, fifteenth and sixteenth centuries describe Svarozic in a completely different way. It is not mentioned here that it is about any warrior deity, but Svarožić is defined as a deity of fire. The Slavs "pray to the fire and call it Svarozic" says a source from the sixteenth century, while a somewhat older source states that the fires among the Russians are called Svarozic. Based on this, we can conclude that Svarožić, like Simargl, was a deity of fire, while his warrior characteristics are related, above all, to the warrior mentality of our ancestors, the ancient Slavs. Because as we know, rarely a Slavic deity did not have warrior characteristics, even female deities were in some way connected with the war (remember the image of Ziva on a warrior flag or the legendary bird Mater Sva from Veles' book).The etymological analysis of Svarožić's name will strengthen our thesis according to which Svarožić is defined as a fiery deity. Namely, the same root of the word that is in Svarog's and Svarožić's name is in the Russian word svarit which means "forge" as well as in the Romanian word sfarog whose meaning is "fried". Also, the study of family ties among the Slavic gods will bring us a handful of information about Svarožić's fiery nature. This deity, as we know, is called Svarog's son, which is what his name says because the suffix -ić is related, above all, to his origin and family affiliation. In the Serbian language, the most common surnames end in -ić, so we have the Marković family, whose oldest ancestor is Marko, the Petrović family and their ancestor Petra, and Ivanović, Janković, Jovanović, etc. Svarožić is, therefore, the son of Svarog, the god of heavenly fire when many consider him a heavenly blacksmith, that is, the Slavic Hephaestus. Svarozic's brothers are Dajbog, Horz and Simargl, who sometimes call themselves Svarozic.

Now we come to a specific characteristic of the Slavic spiritual system which is manifested in the fact that the most important Slavic deities are of a fiery nature. Namely, the Slavic principle is often emphasized in Slavic spirituality, while the Slavs themselves are called admirers of fire. Veles' book calls the Slavs Dazhbog's grandchildren, while Russian monuments state that the Slavs worship fires, that is. They'll fight. The holy drink of the Slavs is surica, a drink inextricably linked to the sun and solar energy. All this tells us that the Slavs kept the Vedic cult of fire in their religious system, which was transferred from their Aryan ancestral homeland to the new Slavic homeland.

From all this we can conclude that the most important function of Svarožić is the one that defines him as a deity of fire. Its nature is, therefore, bright and solar, which is a feature of most Slavic deities. Spasoje Vasiljev, moreover, considers Svarozic to be the sun god himself, thus emphasizing his solar nature. Through studying and analyzing Svarožić's nature, we can learn a lot about Slavic spirituality in general, because the fact that Slavs respected Svarožić tells us a lot about the basic features of the old Slavic religion. Whether the Svarožićs were holy fires or the fire gods themselves, we can freely conclude that the Slavs were the legitimate heirs of the ancient Vedas whose faith was based on respect for light and fire as the supreme physical and spiritual principle. Evidence of the connection between the Slavs and the Vedas can be found in the most important Aryan scripture - Manu's Code. Apart from the similarity of this code with the code of the Serbian emperor Dusan, in this document we can also find information that one of the six Aryan rulers - Manu, was none other than Svarozic.

#eastern europe #slavic folklore #slavic mythology #slavic #slavic culture #slavic art #slavic paganism #mythology #rodnovery #religion

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brokenxfragments · 4 years ago

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Rosalia, the Rebirth

Icon Use: FFXIV model

Theme Song(s)

Legends Never Die - League of Legends (ft. Against The Current)

Sacred - Citizen Soldier

Verses:

Final Fantasy XIV

Basic Information

Age: N/A (ageless;god)

Gender: Female

Height: 5′9

Weight: 158 Ibs

Species: Deity

Orientation/Sexuality: Demiromantic/Pansexual

Relationship: Single(?) (ship verse dependent; not actively seeking)

Occupation: Leader, Advisor

Brief Personality: Quiet — Cautiously Warm — Honest

Brief Bio: While quite a knowledgeable & inquisitive woman due to her travels from world to world as well as simply being immortal, it takes some time for her to open up to most friends - though there are parts of her life she would rather not talk about. Though she is a deity, she has no want for it to be public knowledge, & will often choose to allow others to think she was an immortal, an auspice or even a spirit if they realized she was not human/mortal. It’s clear that she holds onto a deep, personal mingle of regret, sadness & guilt of something, though for why or what will not be said easily, as it is exceptionally painful for her to talk about it. She would rather put on a smile if she’s able to & help others rather than be helped, taking on as much work as she can to escape those thoughts even for a short amount of time. Anyone that would come across her either traveling or sheltering in a remote location well outside of any civilization would be greeted formally & at least civilly. Beware of actually threatening anyone that she is close to, however, for her calm demeanor is too brittle to keep back an explosive anger - she had lost too many loved ones & will not hesitate to protect the few she allowed herself to be close to.

Full Biography

A goddess created for the specific purpose of the ‘rebirth’ aspect of the universe, Rosalia was brought into existence by a being that would be known as Lady Salri into the realm that was once Seraphine, the universe itself known as Eldria. She had been originally a very bright-eyed, naïve woman who would often observe those perceived as mortal after she had learned much from her mentor, Eva, who was the ‘essence’ aspect - things related to souls & states of consciousness including natural magic. She found them charming in their own way as well as admirable, accomplishing things in such a very short amount of time that they were given. These observations would lead her to start mingling among them after learning to change her appearance, to appear more like them, learning from them from first-hand experience rather than afar, though it would open her eyes to many sides of mortals - the varying shades of gray morals.

Like most beings, even of those immortal, there are instincts to seek companionship, whether for a mate or for mere friends, to which led her to one that was of the same realm as herself. Another of Lady Salri’s creations, the aspect for ‘extinction’ that would name himself Aridem, would have that tug on her, especially when they would often work closely with one another when they would bring a stagnant world through its cycle to begin anew. What was first amiable friendship developed to love as time went on for the both of them, a relationship that certainly brought chuckles at the irony that ‘rebirth’ & ‘extinction’ would come to be hand-in-hand beyond the fact that one cannot be without the other, which didn’t escape the couple’s notice either but were able to laugh about it.

In time, they would become a family with two children — Ziva, their daughter & eldest child, & Malshano, their son. These two were born with greater capabilities because of their heritage, both welcomed additions to the realm. The daughter was capable of manipulation of more than one mere element, in fact was able to master many more, making her such a vital addition with Rosalia when time came to heal a world to be ready for new life. Malshano had something quite different, being able to ‘recycle’ organic materials of once-living creatures to create new lifeforms. This gave him a mentor with Amilla, who’s aspect was ‘atrophy’ - anything to do with organic matter, including the degradation of it, which made her opposing to those who would practice necromancy or similar magic to serve purposes that they wouldn’t do themselves.

Time passed, the two grew to their full potential, & much seemed well with the realm, though down along the line when there were a great lull of action on their parts when there weren’t any worlds to help wipe clean, Aridem would seem to dive deeply into research that he wouldn’t share with her. It wasn’t that unusual, given that he often would take these interludes to do research of one thing or another, yet he was not usually so secretive with them. The only one that would be allowed to help him was Malshano, after much pestering on his part to be allowed to help at least his father in something worthwhile. Rosalia ultimately decided that perhaps this was the bonding the two really needed & would leave them to it — a decision that she would fully regret when it led to ultimate devastation when it came.

It’s uncertain what precisely happened to the two when they went on a long-absent trip outside of Seraphine, but Aridem & Malshano returned completely warped & changed, announcing that the universe was beyond repair & was needed to be fully wiped clean so that they would all begin anew - the damage done onto the universe by the Elder Gods made Eldria beyond saving by his reasoning. Lady Salri was only applying bandages to a growing wound that was festering, in his words. And the first to pay the price of their announcement was Ziva, whom was struck down viciously by her own brother when she tried to reason with their father that this crusade was utterly mad. Gods were not easily killed, yet with the powers the two gained through the the force that was only known as the Void, not only was Ziva killed but was also made to become nothing but scattered atoms that even then were consumed entirely. And Rosalia had been there to bear witness to her entire family being torn apart by this new madness.

Because she had little experience in the pain of loss, Rosalia was not at all prepared for the kind of state she was put in even when Aridem & Malshano retreated before the force of Seraphine could reach them, falling into a extremely depressive state of being. The wide-eyed innocent aspect of ‘rebirth’ was replaced with a far more solemn woman that still desired to help others but with a heavy burden on her shoulders to help find a way to stop both her mate as well as her son from bringing their Great Cleanse to the entirety of their universe. Once it was found that killing them, while possible, would not be the end of their existence & only seemed to make the pair stronger with each revival along with their gathered allies, Rosalia was tasked to seek out more knowledge outside of their own. Whether to put the two down permanently or to seal them away for the rest of eternity, Rosalia sought to gather this information wherever she could. Secretly, she was relieved even though it riddled her with absolute guilt - she didn’t have to fight Aridem or Malshano at least on the front lines, though she was trying to bring an end to them. But with each encounter with either or both when they learned of her task, she would grow more resilient & even vengeful with the two that were once her closest family. This was how she’d learn to fight whereas she never had to before, especially when some of these encounters left her in a bad way.

The task led to years, many more years than she would ever count, & there were many more encounters with both her foes as well as new friends & allies. Because of the weight of her task, she never stayed much longer than necessary, chipping away at her mentality when she’d return just to find that those she knew had long since passed on or were killed through other means. There were very few brief relationships all through the years, though only one had brought a set of twins into existence - Tobias & Silvia, she would name them. The fear of what Malshano would do with them when he had been entirely unremorseful about killing his sister would ultimately make Rosalia choose to leave these new lives to their father Deimos, who was more than thrilled to have them even though the brief relationship between himself & Rosalia didn’t work out, yet thankfully they remained on good terms since that realization.

There had been only one exception to the rule of not being close to others that came near the end of her hunt for such knowledge, a young hume girl with her by the name Hikaru that she’d virtually adopt her as her own daughter when other means to finding her a family proved impossible due to circumstances outside the girl’s control. The adoption would infuriate at least one Harbinger (as Aridem would call himself & his allies), though at this point in time Rosalia was able to keep the child well protected. She had a sense of duty as well as mingled happiness & guilt in wanting to keep the girl safe.

Unfortunately though, the Harbingers were always at work with increasing their numbers as well as figuring out ways to spread the Void without being consumed by it. Rosalia was unable to find an answer to their dilemma, hitting nothing more than dead-ends or information that could not be used, by the time the war came to full flare once the Harbingers were ready. All the years she spent seeking this knowledge, & none proved useful - yet another heavy burden of knowledge she would carry even as she rejoined her realm to help hold back the inevitable. What she would do was to try to protect those that were closest to her. Thus, given the unusual circumstances, she would bring not only her adopted daughter that was nearly 17, but also the twins that she had borne, Tobias & Silvia, along with their father to the realm with her.

During the final confrontation, when all but Seraphine & Infernam had fallen & been consumed, Rosalia had been separated from her fellow fragment gods from a devastating blow from an attack that destroyed one of the many floating islands. As she would come to & rush off to check on her island where she had left those that were not going to be part of the fight, she came to find that Malshano had found them all first. This was perhaps the moment that Rosalia had just wanted to stop living at all, even with fury & grief raging through her chest, as she stared down at the remains of those dearest. Letting the anger take over, she would only hunt savagely through the abominations that were of Malshano’s creations, looking for Aridem & Malshano in particular.

But that rage also blinded her. Being too focused on her hunt, she was brought down from behind in flight & would lose half of her left wing by Malshano’s personal pet he kept with him at the time before he left with a cold sneer. While the pain shocked her, it did not overshadow the rest of what she felt, nor did it block out the screams all around her. When her gaze locked onto Aridem’s form as he was setting flame to Lady Salri’s form as she snarled from her position where she protected the sealing of the Elder Gods, Rosalia picked up her weapon & flung herself upwards at him, severing his right wing in passing before falling towards the encroaching Void while it was still consuming all in its path, Aridem falling with her. She had intended to sacrifice herself in at least bringing this MADNESS that was once her mate, yet her hand was caught & was brought to a painful halt in her fall by the very man that had dedicated his entire being to essentially erase their home from existence. She was beyond reasoning & was determined to bring him with her, yet there was a glimmer of something far more familiar in those once-vibrant orange eyes before Aridem launched her back upwards onto the island he was clinging to, before his hold slipped. Perhaps his final act as the real Aridem that was otherwise consumed by the Void.

Lady Salri made the choice to save what few survivors remained by sending them well beyond Eldria through the Rift, to another world & universe, as her final act as their goddess, Rosalia being one of them though never knowing who else had been sent through except for Thornara that had been with her right at that moment. For weeks, months, perhaps even well over a year, during which she was recovering, the deity of rebirth was little more than a husk of a person except during points where rage took hold. She had no intention to live - she felt too broken & ached with so much hurt that it felt impossible to even breath. She had nothing. Yet, there was something that would eventually draw at least a small portion of the true Rosalia out, the day that Thornara figured out something that had to do with a pendant that was entrusted to the fragment of ‘rebirth’. The day that the unknown aspect of ‘creation’ was released from the pendant would become Rosalia’s new purpose — to at least protect Lady Salri’s final creation who just might have the key to at least shape her own home.

#._;ooc;_.the.echoes.beyond.(.mod.)#._;muse;_.the.essence.of.your.being.reincarnates.(.rosalia.)

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andipxndy-writes · 4 years ago

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holiday mishaps (part 1)

fandom: alex rider x ncis [crossover] warnings: mentions of blood, typical ncis stuff requested by: @lilcoffeecup word count: 4.6k

cross posted to ao3

summary: Alex Rider just wanted a relaxing holiday, somewhere where he could relax without any trouble cropping up. And with Jack and her family, he almost got that. ALMOST. And then he had to go and take a midnight walk. On the other hand... Ziva David swears she recognises the fair-haired witness to their murder case.

notes: this was a fun little prompt to get!! it was originally requested to @theneedlesslobsters, which i was pretty hyped about. this ended up being... a lot longer than i anticipated, though. aimed for 10k, ended up with 30k+. so i’ve split this into 5 parts as best as i could. apologies in advance for any typos throughout :P

holiday mishaps

When Alex had imagined himself going on holiday, this certainly hadn’t been his intended outcome.

Granted, it had been a while since he’d actually been on holiday, and most of the times he’d been on holiday in the past they’d been during the more peaceful times in his life, but just once he was asking for there not to be an eventful screw-up during the MI6-light period of his life so that he could actually relax. Just once.

Apparently, that was too much to ask for.

All he’d wanted to do was go to the mall with Jack, explore a little bit, maybe buy himself some souvenirs to take back home to his friends. The friends he had disappeared from for months before finally returning with his “dead” housekeeper to the home and the school system of his childhood. Of course, switching education systems had been a hell of a lot to deal with, but as an A-Level student now he didn’t find himself trying too hard to play catch-up. He’d even caught up to and surpassed Tom (not much of a feat but he’d take it), which had irritated his best friend to no end. He would have said it made his other friends laugh, but then he didn’t really have any other friends.

But anyway, he’d wanted to go to the mall with his best friend, and that had backfired spectacularly, so now he was paying for it. Not in the literal sense, which is what he’d been hoping to do with a few souvenirs and some new clothes, but more in the metaphorical sense. And he hated that, because there was this whole thing about the customer always being right and not having to pay for something that they were disappointed with or didn’t like and that logic was sorely lacking right then.

How had it backfired? Well, at that specific point in time, he was heading through the mall, weaving through the crowds in an attempt to get away from his pursuer… whoever they were. He hadn’t entered the mall with the pursuers, otherwise he would’ve turned around and gone straight home. They’d somehow latched onto him and recognised him whilst he was there. Whether it was from the case he’d accidentally got involved in, or from one of the many missions he’d done in the past, he didn’t quite know. All he knew was that they were chasing after him and were probably going to kill him if they actually caught up to him. Or rather, that was what he was assuming.

He just considered himself lucky that Jack wasn’t with him but had gone off somewhere else. Even though that meant he was alone, it also meant that she was safer than he was, and hopefully the pursuers had stuck to chasing him instead of her shock of red hair. He would be absolutely fine with that.

Moments later, he was crouched down behind a bench, hoping to whatever deities existed that no one found him or outed him to his chasers. Perhaps if he waited there long enough, they would leave the mall, and he could find Jack and walk out just fine, and maybe go home or to the Navy Yard or wherever he’d be safe. Maybe even one of Jack’s siblings lived close enough for him to head there afterwards and give her parents a break, make the situation less stressful for them. Then they wouldn’t have to explain anything to them too. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

It was as these thoughts were running through his mind that exactly what he didn’t want happened.

His phone rang.

***

It would probably be best to explain exactly how Alex ended up in that situation in the first place.

In the teen’s defence, he hadn’t intended to get into trouble in the first place. It had been his idea to take the holiday to the States, yes, but that had been partially because he’d missed out on the A-Level Politics trip to New York and partially because he knew Jack was missing her family. Plus, it had only seemed fair for her to actually see them before she decided to contact them asking if they could help her out finishing her Law degree — as much as Alex wanted to help her out with his own savings, she had refused to take any of it. Which he considered stupid but he wasn’t going to push her. Pushing Jack was a stupid idea in and of itself.

Anyway, the trip had started off really well. Even though Tom hadn’t been able to come with them, Alex really enjoyed it at the start. They went to New York first, for Alex to catch up on the school trip that he’d missed and see all the sights everyone else in his class had spoken about, and they ended up spending most of the time sightseeing and trying various restaurants they’d seen on The Food Network (which Jack had thoroughly researched before they’d travelled). It was different without all of his classmates, but the teen found himself enjoying it more with Jack than the gaggle of twenty-or-so other teens who would’ve been on the trip. Alex thought he would have been stuffed silly for the rest of his life from all of the restaurants they visited, but somehow he always had space for more. Jack, obviously, started calling him a bottomless pit.

After about a week and a half in New York, they’d travelled down to Virginia. That happened to be where Jack’s family lived, and after everything she’d been through the past couple of years Alex was both excited and nervous about meeting them. After all, he was pretty much the reason why she’d stayed in the UK and dropped out of her Law course. Of course, he was also the reason why she was going back to study again.

Apparently Jack came from a military family, and so they lived on the base there. Quantico, Alex believed it was called. He’d been (rightfully) nervous when he’d found this out, but then he actually met them and he realised there had been nothing to actually worry about. He hit it off pretty quickly with Jack’s brothers and nephews and had been more than pleased when Jack told him they were spending a couple of weeks there together, as a huge family. He got in some good bonding time with them, and he even added them on socials so that they could message each other whenever he wasn’t around. Honestly, though, he enjoyed playing video games with them a lot more than he would enjoy messaging them on socials.

It had been whilst he was staying with the Starbright family when everything started to go wrong. Of course, it had been after a solid week of staying with them before anything actually happened, but it was more the fact that something had happened that pissed him off. He couldn’t even take one holiday to visit his housekeeper’s family without something going wrong.

Damnit, MI6.

It had happened on a late night walk. He’d wanted something to snack on in his room (whilst checking messages and playing games on his phone instead of, you know, sleeping), and of course Jack’s parents hadn’t had what he was craving in the house. American snacks just didn’t tickle his fancy like food from home did, but they would have to do. But he wanted something stupidly salty and really unhealthy, not granola bars. Hence, a late night walk. To the nearest convenience store. Which wasn’t too far out, hopefully.

Jack hadn’t minded letting him go out alone as long as he took his phone, and her parents seemed to trust that he’d be safe on the military base, so he’d been fine going out alone. In fact, he was glad to be going out alone. Sure, he enjoyed the company of Jack’s family, but as a self-proclaimed introvert sometimes he just wanted to be alone to recharge. Being surrounded by so many people usually prevented that.

The trip to the store had been pretty quiet. He’d taken his headphones with him, sticking them into his ears and playing some music on his phone as he walked. It was an album that Tom had recommended to him, and he had to admit — his best friend knew his tastes really well. And the store wasn’t even that far away, just as he’d hoped; it was only a fifteen minute walk from the house. The fresh air was nice too, and it gave him the chance to stretch his legs without asking whether he could go out for a morning run and risking someone deciding to join him (read: self-proclaimed introvert). When he entered the store, he headed straight for the snack section, looking through the different options available.

He didn’t really want to buy just cheetos, but he wasn’t really feeling like just chocolate either. It took him a little while to decide on what to buy, but in the end he grabbed a pack of cheetos, a couple of packs of chocolate, and a box of Cheerios to just snack on in his room (he knew what he’d said about healthy snacks before, but Cheerios had light layers of sugar on the outside so they counted as snack-worthy). Jack would probably judge him for it, but at this point he didn’t really care.

The cashier didn’t even really question him, popping a bubble of gum as he paid for his items and took everything in a bag large enough for all he’d bought. He had been half tempted to throw in a couple of sodas as well to make it a full midnight-snacking stock up, but he knew Jack would probably flip out if she saw it.

So yeah, the whole heading to the store and buying things at the store part was perfectly fine. He hadn’t encountered any issues, no one coming after him or anything.

No, the issue started when he was on his way home.

See, on his way to the convenience store, there had been a couple of alleyways that he’d passed on his way over. He hadn’t felt any need to look down them with the directions he’d been given and the fact that he was a bit of a danger magnet, and he’d had his headphones in anyway. If there was anything going on, he was blissfully unaware.

On the way back, though, he only had one in. Which meant that he was still alert as he headed back, listening out for anyone who could be sneaking up on him to mug him or something of the sort. After all, he was carrying a bag of shopping home. Anyone could see him as a target then.

That was the only reason why he’d heard the yell coming from one of the alleyways he’d passed on his way down, and he paused for a moment before backtracking to the entrance of the alleyway.

The alley itself was very dimly lit, so it took Alex a few moments for his eyes to adjust from the more clearly lit main street. When his eyes finally did adjust to the darkness, what he saw made his heart plummet. And then it made his instinctive, protective side kick in — the side that he had somehow honed with his time at MI6.

His need to protect.

And that was how he ended up kneeling beside a body, hands pressed to a wound to stop the man from bleeding out as his groceries sat forgotten to the side. And whoever had attacked the man laying on the ground had fled, though not before Alex had landed a solid few kicks and punches on the guy so that he hobbled away injured. But then, with the actual attacker gone and him left with the blood of a dying naval officer on his hands, he was obviously the main suspect on what had gone from a homicide investigated by the police to a homicide investigated by NCIS.

As if he needed to get involved in a murder case on a Naval base on his holiday visiting his housekeeper’s military family.

***

Cases weren’t so abnormal to encounter first thing in the morning at NCIS. In fact, they tended to spice up the day automatically just by providing something interesting to do other than paperwork and, in Ziva’s case, enduring the constant chatter of her ridiculously chipper coworkers. By chipper, she meant chatting non-stop about anything and everything that came to mind. And by coworkers, she meant Tony DiNozzo. Him specifically.

She honestly didn’t understand how Tony had so much to talk about, and there were many days that she wished he had lost his voice or was suddenly rendered unable to talk. Unfortunately, the moment she’d walked into the office, she’d realised that that day was not going to be one of those days.

“Will he shut his mouth if I gag him?” she asked suddenly, looking towards McGee. The younger agent typed away at his keyboard, barely glancing up when he heard the question.

“No, he might actually like that,” he commented casually, which earned him a playful grimace from Ziva and a look from Tony.

“I’ll have you know, my bedroom tastes do not involve gagging,” Tony pointed out, “yet.” He almost smirked when he saw McGee’s face flush and Ziva gag again, before a glint appeared in her eyes. A glint that made Tony almost regret what he’d just said.

Almost.

“Perhaps your tastes involve other types of bondage?” she asked, almost sounding innocent.

Tony didn’t fall for it one bit.

Before he could respond to her, though, Gibbs marched into the bullpen and towards his desk, halting all conversation. After all, it wasn’t the sort of thing that they wanted to discuss in front of the man. It would have been… ridiculously awkward.

“Grab your gear! Dead Naval officer in Quantico.”

By this point, all three agents had learnt not to question how someone had died on a Naval base, or who exactly had thought it smart to kill someone on a Naval base when there were so many officers living in the vicinity. In fact, they barely said anything as they all grabbed their bags and headed straight for the elevator.

As the doors shut, though, Gibbs casually commented,

“You should see a doctor about those bruises on your wrists, Tony.”

Which, of course, made Ziva and McGee turn to Tony with wide eyes as the more senior agent stumbled over his words, trying to explain himself.

***

When they arrived at the scene, they were almost immediately allocated to different jobs: bagging and tagging, interviews, and crime scene photos. The scene itself seemed to be in an alleyway just off a main street, dumpsters from the buildings either side of the alley placed at varying points along it up until the chainlink fence at the end.

The scene itself, with the dead Naval officer, was about halfway down the alley. Which, at first glance, was a little confusing. Anyone who was running from an attacker would head straight for the chain-link fence and probably get there or get significantly closer before getting caught. Which Ziva didn’t hesitate to point out as she moved to take photos of the scene whilst Tony bagged and tagged evidence.

Tony simply raised an eyebrow at her as he bagged yet another piece of evidence. “You speaking from experience, Ziva?”

Ziva just blinked at him, confused for a moment. “You ask me as if you have none.”

“Experience in being chased or climbing fences?”

“Experience in being caught by your attacker at the fence.” The scowl she got from him only made her smirk, and she turned back to taking photos of the scene before he could come back with any sort of smart comment. If she wasn’t looking in his direction, it made it easier to zone him out and therefore easier for her to do her job. “Am I wrong, though?”

They both knew that she wasn’t wrong.

Before they could really continue their conversation, though (which was held a good way from Gibbs and Ducky so that they didn’t get overheard and told off for slacking), they were interrupted by someone approaching. All Gibbs had to do was send them a look and they’d zoom back off to work for fear of being so seriously told off, so they knew it wasn’t him when the approacher came with a significant lack of yelling or judgement.

In fact, they were just over halfway through their assessment of the scene when McGee had headed straight over, notepad in hand as he straightened his hat awkwardly. Like he was about to say something that the others — more specifically, Gibbs — wouldn’t quite like. He awkwardly met Ziva and Tony’s eyes before he started to speak.

“Uh, so our main suspect… well, the guy that was found at the scene when the officer was dying, he’s uh…”

“Quiet?” Ziva offered, at the same time Tony said, “Eclectic?”

McGee was clearly resisting the urge to roll his eyes at Tony’s comment, and had opted to focus on Ziva for the rest of the conversation. Just so that he didn’t start yelling at the Senior Field Agent. “Yeah, in a way. Like, closed off. He wasn’t really answering the questions, refused medical treatment, and he has a guardian or something who’s come to try and get him to go home with her.”

That was when a frown suddenly appeared on Ziva’s face. Tony was the one who spoke, though.

“A guardian? What, is the guy a kid?”

When the only response was silence, it made Ziva more than a little worried. She’d got a brief glance of the suspect who had been at the scene as they’d approached the scene, and she hadn’t thought he was any younger than twenty. With the need of a guardian, though, that meant he had to be younger than eighteen.

Basically a child. Legally a child. Which meant that his guardian was most definitely allowed to be around during any sort of questioning and interrogation. Sometimes that was helpful, sometimes it was difficult. Very difficult.

And it seemed like McGee couldn’t tell which one it would be.

“Have you told Gibbs?” Ziva asked, glancing over McGee’s shoulder to try and take a look at the person he’d been interviewing. She could barely catch a glimpse, but what looked to be a fair-haired young man was sat on the back of an ambulance, trying to scrub what looked like blood off his hands. She didn’t know what the guardian looked like, but a redheaded woman was standing not too far from him, the only thing between them being a police officer seemingly mediating the whole situation.

McGee glanced over to where Gibbs seemed to be just finishing up with the body, leaving Ducky and Palmer to deal with the body and escort it back for the proper autopsy. “Not yet,” he answered, “though I guess I’m gonna tell him now.”

“I guess you gotta,” Tony responded sarcastically. Ziva nudged him with her foot, sending him a look. As soon as Gibbs approached the group, McGee turned to explain the situation to him, leaving Tony and Ziva to continue going through all of the evidence at the crime scene. They could only hope that the guardian was more reasonable than most guardians tended to be — cooperative and willing to let their ward actually talk.

***

When they finally got the kid to the conference room — because he still seemed more like a witness than a suspect, and because there was a guardian present who probably wouldn’t take too kindly to having their ward being questioned like they were a murderer — they found out that he was definitely a teen, probably around sixteen or so. He was also British, and on holiday to the States with his guardian to sightsee and visit her family. The guardian, on the other hand, was a lot more vocal about the situation than the teen was, almost ready to fight as soon as they’d stepped into the conference room. It had taken the interrogator, who happened to be Ziva at that moment, several minutes to convince her that the teen (who she had by that point had found out was called Alex) wasn’t actually in trouble but was just being asked about his opinion on what had happened. And even then, Alex had to nudge her a couple of times to make sure she didn’t just scream the room down.

When she eventually did calm down, Ziva got a pretty comprehensive understanding of the situation that made her realise that Alex wouldn’t have been in such a situation if someone had just gone with him to the store. Yes, he was capable of walking to a store by himself, but he was also on holiday in a foreign country, in a place that he wasn’t particularly familiar with. But, he was a teenager. Teenagers liked to do things by themselves. She certainly remembered doing things like that as a teen — or, at least, trying to do things like that before getting caught and told off.

She still didn’t quite understand how his guardian had so willingly let him roam the streets of a foreign country freely, but before she’d had the chance to ask such a question, the teen started looking very uncomfortable in what he was wearing. After all, he was still in what he’d worn the night before, and the front of his outfit was stained with blood that would definitely be very difficult to get out. Ziva decided it was alright for them both to go. If they needed any more information, they could call them back in for questioning.

In fact, Ziva made sure to point this out to them. Whilst Alex, the teen, had been seemingly okay with it, his guardian clearly had not. She had a feeling she knew exactly who would pick up if they called them back in for further questioning.

Ziva’s time focusing on her thoughts was cut short when Tony suddenly appeared beside her on her way back from the conference room. She didn’t doubt that he’d been listening in from the other side of the door for anything and everything that could be of interest to their case, as if she couldn’t do the job well enough herself.

“Well, that sounded like a fun conversation,” he commented, and she couldn’t quite read whether he was teasing her or just being sarcastic. She decided the first one seemed a more plausible conclusion and went with that, deciding that the best reaction would be to scowl at Tony before rolling her eyes at him. A usual response to him when he said things like that, and it wasn’t as if he was put off by her reaction if the smirk he gave her was any indication.

“Was the conversation not what you expected?” she challenged as they continued down the hall and exited into the general office area.

He gave a little shrug as they spotted the bullpen across the room, heading over to it. “I guess an interrogation— sorry, a conversation is what you expect of it, not me.”

Ziva glanced over at him as they reached the bullpen, moving towards her desk. It was when she’d sat down that she took the time to really scrutinise his face. “It was not what you expected,” she stated, knowing that was what he meant without even having to ask the question.

He simply raised an eyebrow at her as he sat on the edge of his desk. “Oh, so you’re coming to conclusions without even asking me my actual opinion now?”

Her nose scrunched up as she stood and leaned on her desk, pointing at his face, wiggling her pointer finger a little bit. “Your opinion is written all over your face.”

Tony barely hesitated before turning to McGee at his desk. “Is my opinion written all over my face?”

McGee didn’t even look before answering, “You’re as readable as an open book.”

Before Tony could argue, Gibbs was rounding the corner into the bullpen, causing the two bickering agents to quickly move to stand in front of the plasma whilst McGee remained at his desk, tapping away.

“What have we got?”

As pictures appeared on the screen, Ziva zoned out a little. The image of the teen had appeared alongside the image of the dead Naval Officer, Petty Officer Lewis, and Tony and McGee were rattling off details that they’d managed to find about him — his lifestyle, when he’d last worked, who he was married to, where he lived, where he was from, all of that sort of thing. The kind of thing that would explain if and when he could have found someone who wanted to kill him, that sort of thing. Ziva had already caught up on all of this before going into her conversation with the teen to figure out whether he was actually involved in what had happened to the officer or just an innocent passerby. From what he had told her, it seemed like he was more the latter.

She considered herself lucky that she managed to zone back in just as she was needed for information, and she snatched the clicker from Tony before zooming in on the teen.

“Our first and only suspect so far,” she started, “Alex Rider. Sixteen, British, lives in London with his guardian Jack Starbright.” A few more clicks, and a redheaded woman’s license appeared on the screen beside some of Alex’s extra details. “Alex is a regular school student, clean record, nothing out of the ordinary that would tip him off. Trained in the martial arts, but it seems like more of a hobby than anything.” Another click, and the image of Jack’s license zoomed in. “Jack is an American citizen, born in Virginia and raised on base. Her family are Navy, she has numerous brothers… nothing out of the ordinary with her either. It seems more like they stumbled on the situation out of…” She trailed off before she could finish that situation. She knew exactly what would be said about her observation.

“We don’t believe in coincidences,” Tony commented, glancing towards Gibbs as if he was looking for affirmation.

McGee raised an eyebrow at Tony. “I don’t know, Tony. This looks like a case of wrong place, wrong time to me.” And Ziva agreed wholly with that statement, she really did, even though there was the whole rule about there not being such a thing as coincidences. But she didn’t even need to look at Gibbs to know that he did not agree with that statement at all. He was probably staring at the screen with that usual steely look as he tried to come to a conclusion, trying to work out the case mentally and wait for his team to catch up.

“Question the family,” Gibbs suddenly suggested, moving to his desk to grab something. “Find out more about the kid, and find out more about the Petty Officer Lewis. His past and current contacts. Get more suspects. I need more information, and I want to know everything.”

There was a brief moment of hesitation and everyone mentally assigned themselves a task, before they all parted ways to do what they needed — leaving Tony and Ziva both grabbing their bags as they headed to the elevator, doing exactly as Gibbs asked them to do.

After all, who else would question the family?

#writing: mine #written for: lilcoffeecup #writing: fanfic writings #fandom: ncis #ncis #ncis fanfiction #fandom: alex rider #alex rider #alex rider fanfiction #multichap: holiday mishaps

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d3r-d4s-di3-dex · 3 days ago

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My Slavic pagan brothers, sisters and all comrades;

what is your favourite hobby/thing to do that has something in common with your deity and worship?

(and hobbies in general ofc)

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HYLIA, ALONE ..

┈┈━ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦⠀⠀:⠀⠀⠀hi!! hello , this is a lil thing i decided to whip up. i apologize that it’s eVERYWHERE and messy , B U T i hope you all like it. also if you could give any constructive criticism— that’d be swell!! enjoy! :))

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⠀⠀⠀ The black skies hung low in the Heavens , as the white haired woman carefully took a deep breath , finding her gaze falling to the woman in the mirror. She saw the bags under her eyes , yet her hair was held into intricate braids that mashed together in one. She wore black , a black dress with a cape wrapping across her chest. She was ready. Ready to finish what she had started , ready to take back the Triforce of Power from the King of Darkness himself — and her outfit said that statement.

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⠀⠀⠀ Her sapphire gaze fixated on the quill and parchment that sat on the surface of her vanity mirror. She had been writing letters to him- Link. He hasn’t responded... The last thing she did hear was from Impa, saying that he was in safe hands ; helping her at Kakariko Village , she had heard from Fierce Deity as well, he said the same thing. Out of habit , her thumb began to stroke the inside of her right ring finger. A gold band sat steady — a beautiful gold band at that. With the initials ‘ H+L ‘ engraved in it... Link got her this just prior to the war. A promise ring. They both promised each other that no matter what , they’d find eachother once again.

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⠀⠀⠀ Out of everyone that she knows , Hylia hasn’t spoken to her sisters... not after Din’s proclamation to her hatred for her younger sister and not since Nayru had tried to persuade Hylia of war. Her brows knitted in thought as she took a deep breath. Her sisters... they were once close. Once close to the point where they knew everything about each other. But now? Hylia felt like a stranger to her own family. Farore doesn’t even speak to her anymore like she used to. She bit the inside of her cheek as the Crimson Loftwing from the balcony squawked. It was time.

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⠀⠀⠀ Making her way towards the creation she made long ago , raising a hand to his beak — carefully stroking it as she rested her forehead on his...

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⠀⠀⠀ “ This is it , buddy... “ She whispered , hearing him coo against her cheek.

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⠀⠀⠀ The Loftwing held a few things on it’s back ; a weapon of some kind - a harp that was wrapped with a cloth… It was the only thing along with a journal or two. Hylia looked around her realm , jaw clenched at the darkened skies. The clouds were heavy as she climbed onto the back of the Loftwing , exhaling deeply through her nose. With a light kick on the Loftwing , she flew off towards the Surface. Her nerves were high , high beyond measure as she gripped the feathers of the creature - vision becoming clear as the green land below came into view. Although it was no longer green. The land her sisters once made lush and beautiful was dead , and slowly rotting away with every moment it could get the chance. She did see the dark beginning to blanket the land in the horizon.

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⠀⠀⠀ With the civilization in Skyloft hanging overhead , Hylia guided the Loftwing to the Surface and landed where her own militia stood. Five races , Goron , Parella , Ancient Robots , Kikiwi and the Mogma all stood along with their own weapons in hand. Biting the inside of her cheek , her thumb brushed against the ring once again. She was okay. This was going to happen…

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⠀⠀⠀ She began to saunter towards the races. She wore pride on her chest , sending her army out to battle alongside her against the Demon King’s incoming strike. Hylia’s usual soft and gentle voice became sharp like glass as she shouted towards the army at her feet.

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⠀⠀⠀ “ Today will be the day in history that we rid of Demise and his proxies of darkness. Today will be the day we seal The Demon King. Today will also be the day where lives will inevitably be lost. Today will be a somber one - yet a victorious one. Will you all lend me a hand —” Hylia spoke , chest rising with every word she shouted , gazing out to her soldiers… seeing their faces. She didn’t see him though.. She didn’t see Link. Her heart felt heavy for some reason… “ One final hand in this conflict? Will you all aid me in this fight? For this is our fight. Not just mine. Not just the gods above. We will win this and restore peace among my sister’s land. Fight for peace. Fight for justice… and may the Goddess smile upon you all. “ She ended her speech with a smile. It didn’t reach her eyes. Lately a lot of her smiles didn’t quite reach her eyes - nor was the light that once stood and shone brightly there anymore… her sapphire eyes were faded now. But she remained cool as she watched the races let out their victory wails , clanging against their weaponry if they had any.

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⠀⠀⠀ Nodding , she looked up to the sky now…

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⠀⠀⠀ The air froze , almost stopped completely as Hylia stood still. He’s here. Black blanketed the sky completely as a beam of light emitted from ground in the middle of her own militia , the earth protruding upwards as the large boar pulled himself up. Scaled , teeth an ugly yellow and stained with blood - Hylia watched in almost shock at what she was witnessing. Did he feast on the miserable before arriving? … Or did he feast on those in Kakariko… No- focus.

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⠀⠀⠀ As he came from beneath the ground , so did his own army. One by one slowly started to rise from the ground. Soon , hundreds began flooding the Surface. It wasn’t long until they all lined up , weapons raised. She caught sight of the many that Demise managed to recruit , either by force or volunteer. Three in particular. Ghirahim , Zant and… Ziva. Her eyes widened slightly , as Demise glared down at the woman.

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⠀⠀⠀ “ Men! Raise your weapons. Don’t show mercy,” He snarled , as he kept his gaze on his former lover.

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⠀⠀⠀ Hylia was quick to board her Loftwing , grabbing her harp and kicking his side. In an instance , she was in the air. Demises’ army hadn't struck yet… they seemed to be waiting. Demise’s golden hue’s followed the White Goddess and then he spoke.

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⠀⠀⠀ Voice crisp , clear and rage dripping with every word, venom almost; “ Kill them all. “ He spoke.

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⠀⠀⠀ Just like that , Hylia watched both parties go against each other - chest heavy as she attempted to regulate her breathing. She got this. Gripping the Loftwing’s feathers with one hand , the harp in the other , she watched… The Gorons used all of the force they could, the Mogma and Ancient Robots teaming up. But her mind began to drift…

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⠀⠀⠀ Her lover was in Kakariko , along with her best friends… Her sisters disowned her , for trying to save the relationship between her and the man who is threatening to kill her… This. This was her fault. It was. She willingly gave him the Triforce of Power… she saw him and Din together- she let herself get violated and abused every other day… Something in Hylia snapped. She wasn’t going to let anyone put her down again. And if she had to spill the blood of others to do so , she would do it.

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⠀⠀⠀ She took a moment , slowly beginning to strum the harp. Rays of light emitted from it as she flicked her wrist towards her own militia. The rays of light shattered , breaking into a million pieces and grazing her soldiers like glitter… “ Fight with all of your might! “ She shouted to them below before her sapphire gaze met the ones of the boar.

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⠀⠀⠀ She once loved this man. Once. She didn’t realize her hatred for him until she realized her worth, and now she stood in the air against him. He simply laughed at her expression. Her brows were furrowed and her jaw was clenched tight , fists forming as she held onto the feathers of the Loftwing.

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⠀⠀⠀ “ You bitch. “ He laughed , raising his hand.

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⠀⠀⠀ It was her against the world… and she was going to be ruthless.

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⠀⠀⠀ Death was a mortal concept. Hylia never understood it until this moment… Her breath hitched as she lay in the bed , hand gripping an object at her side. The war ended just the other day , two days ago. It was agonizing , and she had suffered most. Her injuries were mostly internal but her powers were slowly beginning to leave her grasp. Attempting to breathe , she looked to the doors that swung open immediately. Impa...

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⠀⠀⠀ “ Your grace- ” She spoke , rushing to the White Goddess’ side. “ Did you… “ Her voice trailed off , seeing her friend in the state she was in. It hurt…

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⠀⠀⠀ “ I made it, Impa…” Hylia responded shakily. “ You know, to make sure the next reincarnate finds it.. Guide him.” She handed her the creation- A sword. A purple-blue hilt made with such grace.. The blade itself was glowing with a faint blue hue. Hylia , weak in the hands pushed it towards the Sheikah and let out a chuckle. “ And can I ask a favor..? “

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⠀⠀⠀ Taking the sword with care , Impa cocked a brow , carefully taking her friend’s hand out of worry. “ Anything, “ She spoke , easing the goddess’ nerves.

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⠀⠀⠀ “ Don’t go.. Not until I’m gone. When I am, you can leave.. Just… not yet…” She breathed , staring up at the ceiling of her sanctum. It was cozy , warm… like a winter cabin.

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⠀⠀⠀ A comfortable silence flushed over the two as Hylia spoke yet again; “ I see him… “ She whispered shakily.

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⠀⠀⠀ “ Who, your grace? “ Impa cocked a brow wearily.

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⠀⠀⠀ “ Link…” Her eyes widened as she saw a hand reach for her.

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⠀⠀⠀ Waking up alone was horrible enough. Was this the afterlife? Or was she to wait for herself to be reborn. Wincing at the sunlight coming from the open doors of the balcony , Hylia pulled herself out of bed… Her feet touched the cold marble beneath her as she carefully stepped towards the balcony , walking through the opened doors. The light- good spirits, it was bright. Her eyes adjusted and there she saw them… Loftwings flying overhead. She took in a deep breath. A real.. Deep breath. This temporary peace relaxed her shoulders as she gazed down to Skyloft below , along with the Surface… Her thumb brushed against the gold band as a sad smile tugged at her lips... Death is peaceful… but she knew being reborn was going to be hell all over again, only this time; she’s alone.

#legend of zelda #goddess hylia #princess zelda #ganondorf #link the hero #loz #loz oot #loz fanart #loz botw #loz twilight princess #zelda #loz zelda #loz hylia #writing #oneshot #novella #i’m tired take this

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faeryqueenwitch · 6 years ago

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⭐⭐⭐Deities⭐⭐⭐

⭐ In Wicca, the deities are gods or goddesses that we follow and worship. There are so many deities that you could follow and many ways that you can choose to see and worship them. There are no right or wrong choices here. It simply depends on what feels right to you- which deities you feel drawn to and also the path that you decide to take as a Witch. ⭐ Do not be put off Wicca because the idea of having a god or goddess doesn’t feel like your thing. Following deities is actually very simple. A lot of Wiccans don’t think of gods and goddesses as actual people, higher beings, someone that once existed or as all-knowing creators of everything. Instead, we view deities as personifications of nature. Each deity represents a different aspect of something that we experience on this earth, including the natural world; there is a god or goddess to represent every single aspect of the earth and all that comes with it. It becomes easier to connect with nature if we see aspects of it in human form, because we find it easier to understand and visualize looking up to, listening to and communicating with people. So, we see deities as just human forms of nature. For example, the Armenian deity Anahit is the goddess of fertility,healing,wisdom, and water, and we think of her as the personification of these elements and powers and the spiritual energies surrounding them. Of course, you can also believe in deities in the traditional way, as supernatural powers that keep whatever they represent and look after in balance; that’s just another way of believing in your deities. ⭐ Some witches might follow a group or pantheon of deities such as the Celtic, Norse or Egyptian gods and goddesses. It’s also a common idea that gods and goddesses from different pantheons represent similar things, so they are actually similar deities that have originated from and developed and adapted in different civilizations and cultures throughout the world. If you believe this train of thought and you are happy to potentially honour all of the deities, depending on which feels right for you at the time, you could be an eclectic witch , or you could just choose one group of deities to work with if you prefer and still follow this belief, but just choose one pantheon that suits you best and you feel drawn to. Some witches only worship one or two deities and others may choose to work with one god or goddess if the pull towards that one deity seems sufficient. Some witches follow the traditional Gardnerian teaching, believing there is only one god and one goddess- the god of the sun and the goddess of the moon. There are so many deities deities that you can follow from different cultures and countries. Don’t worry if it takes you a while to find which gods and goddesses feel right for you. You can worship deities from anywhere in the world, but there are a few common ones that you hear about frequently in Wicca. This doesn’t mean that you have to follow these ones, there are just a few of the options:

(ALSO YOU CAN CHOOSE NOT TO WORK WITH ANY DEITY/GOD OR GODDESS, MAKE YOUR CRAFT YOUR OWN <3 )

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GREEK:

Apollo- god of music,prophecy, truth, healing, the sun and light

Aphrodite- goddess of love, beauty, eternal youth and fertility

Ares- god of war

Artemis- goddess of the hunt, wild animals, chastity and childbirth

Asteria- goddess of falling stars and night-time prophecies

Athena- goddess of wisdom, strength, crafts and knowledge

Aura- goddess representing a gentle breeze

Demeter- goddess of the harvest

Eos- goddess of the dawn

Eros- god of love

Hecate- goddess of magick, witchcraft, ghosts and the night

Hades- god of the underworld

Helios- god of the sun

Hera- goddess of women, marriage and family

Hermes- god of trade, shepherds, travel and literature,particularly of poets, also the messenger of the gods

Nyx- goddess of the night

Persephone- goddess of the spring and queen of the underworld

Poseidon- god of the sea, earthquakes, floods and horses

Rhea- mother of gods and goddess of motherhood and female fertility

Selene- goddess of the moon

Styx- goddess of the river Styx which divides earth from the underworld

Thea- goddess of sight and divine light

Zeus- the god of the sky and the ruler of the Olympian gods

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ROMAN:

Apollo- god of light, music and healing

Aurora- goddess of the dawn

Bacchus- god of wine, farming and fertility

Ceres- goddess of the harvest and a mother’s love

Cupid- god of love

Diana- goddess of the hunt, nature and the moon

Juno- goddess of love and marriage

Jupiter- god of thunder and sky

Luna- goddess of the moon

Mars- god of war

Minerva- goddess of wisdom, war, commerce, crafts and poetry

Neptune- god of the sea

Pluto- god of the underworld

Proserpine- goddess of the underworld

Sol- god of the sun

Terra- goddess of the earth

Venus- goddess of love

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EGYPTIAN:

Amun- god of the sun, the air and life

Anubis- god of the dead

Bast- goddess of protection, cats and of the home

Bes- god of war, but also of the home

Hapi- god of water and fertility who brought the annual flooding to the Nile

Hathor- goddess of joy,love,motherhood,beauty and fertility

Horus- protector of Egypt

Isis- goddess of fertility and empowerment

Khensu- god of the moon

Maat- goddess of truth,justice,stability and harmony

Min- god of fertility and male sexuality

Mut- goddess, mother figure

Neith- goddess of war

Nut- goddess of the sky and the heavens

Osiris- god of the afterlife

Ptah- god of craftsmen and creation

Ra- god of the sun

Sekhmet- goddess of destruction,war and healing

Set- god of disorder, storms and war

Shu- god of dry air and the earth’s atmosphere

Taweret- goddess of childbirth

Tefnut- goddess of water, moisture and rain

Thoth- god of writing, science, magick and the moon

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CELTIC:

Aine Of Knockainey- goddess of love, crops, and farms

Airmid- goddess of medicinal plants and regeneration

Amaethon- god of agriculture and luck

Andraste- goddess of the moon and divination

Angus Og- god of youth, beauty and love

Anu- goddess of the moon,fertility,prosperity and comfort

Arawn- god of the underworld,revenge,war and terror

Artio- goddess of animals and fertility

Bel- god of representing sun and fire

Bendigeidfran- god of the arts,music,writing and prophecy

Branwen- goddess of love and beauty

Bres- god of the agriculture and fertility

Brigit/Brigid- goddess of fire,sun,hearth,fertility,crafts,inspiration, home and divination

Cailleach- goddess of the winter months

Ceridwen- goddess of poetic inspiration

Cernunnos- the horned god of nature, the underworld,wealth and physical love and masculine energy

The Dagda- god of protection,weather and knowledge and the father god of Ireland

Danu- goddess of water,wizards,magick and wisdom

Latobius- god of mountains and sky

Lugh- god of craftsmanship and light

Manannan- god of the sea

Maponus- god of music and poetry

Morrigan- goddess of war

Nuada- god of war

Rhiannon- goddess of horses

Taliesin- god of poets

Taranis- god of thunder and the wheel

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NORSE:

Aegir- god of the sea

Balder- a gentle,pure and wise god

Bragi- god of poetry and eloquence

Eir- goddess of healing

Forseti- god of justice

Freyja- goddess of fertility, beauty and war

Frigg- goddess of love, fertility and motherhood

Gefion- goddess of fertility

Heimdall- god of light

Hel- ruler of the underworld

Lofn- goddess of marriages

Loki- the trickster of the Norse gods

Njord- god of the wind and sea

Odin- King of the Norse gods; god of poetry,war,death and wisdom

Sif- goddess of fertility

Sjofn- goddess of passion

Skadi- goddess of winter, the hunt and mountains

Thor- god of thunder

Ullr- god of archery and skiing

Var- goddess of marriage oaths

Vor-goddess who knows everything

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SLAVIC:

Dazbog- god of the sun

Jarilo- god of war,spring,fertility and harvest

Lada- goddess of love,marriage,summer,beauty and fertility

Morana- goddess of harvest,winter,death and witchcraft

Perun- god of thunder and lightning

Rod- the supreme god

Svarog- god of fire

Svetovid- god of war and fertility

Triglav- god of war

Veles- god of earth,forests,waters and the underworld

Vesna- goddess of spring,love and youth

Zaria- goddess of beauty

Ziva- goddess of love and fertility

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JAPANESE:

Amaterasu- goddess of the sun and the universe

Benzaiten- goddess of literature, music, love and wealth

Ebisu- god of fisherman,luck,prosperity and crops

Fujin- god of the wind

Inari- goddess of prosperity,fertility,rice,tea,sake,agriculture and industry

Jizo- the guardian of children, childbirth,women and travelers

Kannon- goddess of mercy

Raijin- god of lightening, storms and thunder

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AFRICAN:

Anayaroli- god of harvest and wealth (the Temne of Sierra Leone)

Asa- god of protection and mercy (the Kamba of Kenya)

Asase Yaa- goddess of fertility (the Ashanti of West Africa)

Chiuta- god of rain (the Tumbuka in Malawi)

Inanna- goddess of sky,war and love (the Banyarwanda)

Jok- god of rain (Zaire and Uganda)

Mungo- god of rain (Giriama of Kenya)

Ngami- goddess of the moon

Ochumare- goddess of rainbows (the Yoruba)

Ogun- god of war and iron (the Nago and the Yoruba)

Olorun- creator god (the Yoruba)

Oshun- the goddess of love and fertility (the Yoruba)

Oya- goddess of storms (the Yoruba)

Rock-Sens- god of weather (the Serer of Gambia)

Ruhanga- creator god and god of fertility,disease and death (the Banyoro of Uganda)

Shango- god of thunder,war and magick (the Yoruba)

Yemaya- goddess of the seas and rivers (the Yoruba)

Yemoja- goddess of the river,women and children (the Yoruba)

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-Source: Wicca By Harmony Nice

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scarletarosa · 5 years ago

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Hello! I have a question, lately (like the the last six months) I've been seeing hearts everywhere. Like. EVERYWHERE. Clouds, spots on the ground, food, wounds (I fell and scraped my knee and the wound was hear-shaped). I feel like... is this a sign of anything? Who might be reaching out to me? Thank you ❤❤❤

Honestly any of the love deities could be reaching out, so any other signs there might be could point you in the right direction. Or, you could see which of those gods stand out to you the most and cause you to feel drawn to them. When you feel like you have the answer, try using tarot cards to see if they can confirm.

Some deities of love include: Inanna/Ishtar, Qetesh, Hathor, Bastet, Min, Aphrodite, Eros, Venus, Cupid, Albina, Turan, Freyja, Frigg, Freyr, Lada, Ziva, Dzydzilelya, Aengus Og, Aine, Cliodhna, Milda

#asks

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rebirthxguardian · 5 years ago

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[For the Harbingers of the Void themselves, they’re listed from the top to the bottom rank, along with a little tidbit of what makes them fearsome.

Aridem [Leader]

Faceclaim::Shuten-douji (Omamori Himari)

A rogue god, the guardian of extinction. His duty had been to cleanse worlds that had stagnated in growth or had failed due to the effects under forces that caused most of the world’s life to be wiped or dying. When a world was deigned for a do-over, Aridem would bring about a great fire that is from the result of his power as well as drawing out the natural heat that lies in the center of most worlds. He will also draw in the last remaining energy that would linger on the surface, to both ensure that the old life was properly wiped as well as to regain at least a fraction of his power that had been used.

The process would take less than even an hour on worlds with rich oxygen. For others, it may only be a few hours, a day at most.

Since becoming dedicated to bringing about the great cleanse to the whole of Eldria with the use of the Void, under the belief that once accomplished that the universe will be reborn once more but without the damage and flaws that had been wrecked in the natural balance in the first place, Aridem had began his campaign while gaining very few but vitally useful allies, the first having been his son that joined him as soon as his goal seemingly became clear.

It is theorized that it was the act of Aridem that makes his loyal allies and servants incapable of staying dead, though none had yet to learn whether that was true, nor on how to make a being treated with this permanently gone.

Malshano [Second-in-Command / First General]

Faceclaim::Hatsuharu Sohma (Fruits Basket: Reboot)

Born of Aridem and [redacted] as the youngest son, with an older sister named Ziva (making him perhaps one of the first deity borne by the creations of Salri), Malshano had grown up in Seraphine, regarded as a kind of testament that a being born from a guardian would be one of great power. He had certainly proven that, capable with blades taught by masters in the ranks that served Salri, as well as his initial inherited powers that came from his parents. Seemingly, he would have most likely worked well with Amilla due to his ability to literally reshape creatures or beings that had taken its last breath, to be breathed new life as a whole new lifeform.

But such possibilities were cut short; as often as Aridem had visited worlds in the process of being consumed by the Void, Malshano had accompanied his father, becoming far closer to his father than the mother. They’d both turn on their own home realm, and he stood to the side as his sister Ziva had challenged their father, to stop him, only to not only be cut down, but erased entirely from existence. And here was where he had also spurned his mother, who had to watch one child be obliterated while the other betrayed the order, yet Malshano believed that she could have prevented it. In his eyes, Ziva could have survived if [redacted] had accepted the proposal to join them.

Now he serves his father as his second-in-command, and it was due to Malshano that they would have reckless, non-thinking creatures that they’d unleash on worlds that he simply called ‘consumers’ - few would ever look the same even if made from the same species, but they all share eerie white skin, great big eyes that swirled with multiple colors, drawn in ribs and stomach as though the creatures had never been able to eat, and gaping maws that unhinged further than a jaw should allow - one can say that they can stare directly into the Void itself through their mouths, and by then, it would almost be too late to save yourself from a fate truly worse than death.

Dystrial [Second General]

Faceclaim::Izuminokami Kanesada (Katsugeki/Touken Ranbu)

Not even his form should be trusted; Dystrial comes from a race that is renowned for its shapeshifting abilities, the kind to make it easy to slip in among their victims without them ever knowing they were tricked. Known as a mirato, a race of dopplegangers that feeds on other species’ adrenaline, Dystrial had been the most recent addition to Aridem’s allies but have risen in power to be above the now present Third General.

His most renowned service would be to infiltrate any great power and start to work weakening the system from the inside, often taking on the appearance of any high official being (and often either disposing the original or to use them for feeding). Oftentimes this endeavor could last months, even years, as he’d first learn how the system works, choosing his target(s) carefully and learning their habits and life, before enacting on his job.

He’s charming, earning him the title as a gentleman as he treated everyone with would-be respect and remaining jovial. This certainly is a genuine side of him, but beside that is another, the kind that was cruel not only to his opponents but also to himself, a kind of masochist/sadist.

While he is not on the same level of strength as his allies, Dystrial’s shapeshifting abilities also extends as to shapeshift any part of him into bone weapons, which with his cunning makes him a fearsome foe to face. Because even though forming a bone blade along his arms or to erupt spikes of them from his chest causes great pain, he revels in it, as does causing pain have a similar effect. It’s unnerving to face one who’d laugh at being stabbed, even as it would have an effect.

But does he believe in Aridem’s cause? Or was this merely an opportunity to survive what otherwise would have been his end? In what ever case it may be, perhaps even Aridem should be wary of this warrior.

Zikom [Third General]

Faceclaim::Adam Blade (Needless)

This one is the most straight-forward of the group; with limitless strength that is always being built on and pushed to new limits that would one day allow him to challenge the very Elder God rulers themselves, Zikom is often sent out to cause the largest messes.

He had joined the Harbingers a long time after Aridem and Dystrial deflected for this goal, brought into the group by the leader himself and nursed back to health when he was deemed too weak by his bigger hatchmates before he was even capable of flying or fighting. Aridem infused him with magic that makes him a powerful asset, which also allows the big dracon the ability to shapeshift into that of a far more human figure (though perhaps due to the limitations set by his species’ limit sizes, Zikom still sticks out by standing at 8′4′).

He loves fighting, and he loves challenges. But beneath the boasting strength also comes a faint feeling of curiosity of the universe that he was eagerly helping to get rid of. But as far as Zikom cared, he was a tool for Aridem, and will do as he's told rather than think too hard on what his own thoughts could be.

#.⋇ic;;History and Headcannons

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