#deity ask

Also mentioning Mumza reminded me of the travel ban and I had a thought for tiny beloved:

Let the tiny americans see their big british husbands.🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️

He doesn’t have that much trouble since he already had them in his apartment before he got the new house! He made them himself when they got engaged so all he really had to do was take them down and fix them up a bit before they moved… Although he did get a lot of extra new things added to their new house

Apollo: The sun, warm colors, honey, citrus, lyres, bay leaves, hyacinth.

Loki: Snakes, warm colors, pine, wolves, cranberries, gold and silver.

Dionysus: Grapes, Ivy, Big cats (tigers, lions, etc., not fat cats), purple, burgundy, gold, elderberry, wine.

IF MY MUSE WAS A DEITY, WHAT OFFERINGS WOULD YOU LEAVE AT THEIR SHRINE?

The lady of the Abyss stood faithfully by the side of the wayward soul before her. Amused was she, cloaked in robes of decorated black, to behold the sight of his muted soul. So weighted was he to be burdened and stained by his choices, and yet still he came to pray to her likeness. 

“To what pleasure do I owe one such as you?” She hummed. Her hands laced behind her back as she paced about the one who kneeled before her statue. A priestess did not come out in this hallowed night to tell him how blessed they were to have him. Either it was his gloom that warded the goddess’ priestesses, or the manner of which the night settled on the clearing. It was eerie and  foreboding as the air itself whispered warnings. The goddess contemplated sending this wayward soul to her abyss. The black set of her cloak spoke so. She only ever manifested in black or white to demonstrate the alignment of their soul with her. The priestess’ would continue to wear grey to demonstrate their neutral alignment, their honor, and their lack of immunity to even the deity they worshiped. 

However, she did not cast him out on the spot. Like a faithful companion, she stood by his side undetected. As she always would to those she visited. She would not rebuke him. A part of her believed better. This demonstrated in how he had appeared before the sacred land at all. To what compelled her next- she knew not. She was a deity ruled by her own whim even if she was devoted to her placement among the balance that was life’s association with hatred. 

“Think not of your past, but move forward. Your time has not yet ended.” Her voice caressed his ears with a delicacy. She was always careful to the mortals to whom she spoke to. The goddess was one to also invoke madness in those she visited. Just as she had appeared before him in a vision akin to a drunken haze, she vanished. A moment to pass to be one of the few to see her. Lavender tresses, golden eyes, and porcelain obscured in blackened robes like an omen despite her colorful appearance. This was her only advice she left to him alone. This was also her only warning to one she would continue to watch. As often she did to the wayward and unfortunate. 

When I pray, I don't ask for things that I can do myself. I just ask them to listen so that I can work things out myself.

Welcome back dude 🌻

How Lucifer feels about you/What he thinks of you:

Judgement in Reverse

Judgement in Reverse is an epiphany restrained and progress halted. Something from the past isn’t being let go of, and it shows. This energy may manifest as an inability to forgive and move on, a tendency to cling to the old or to negativity. In order to make continue to make progress, release must be embraced. If something from your past is holding you back, it has to be dealt with. You can’t change what you’ve done, and you can’t just cover it up; focus on your future or change how you perceive your past. You may have to do both if necessary.

The Sun is a very masculine energy and is associated with the Father. The Father may be you or refer to your relationship with someone you see as a father figure (in this case I’m betting it’s Lucifer). Either way, there’s a strong connection between father and child. People who reflect the Sun just seem to radiate warmth and a certain youthfulness. They, like the sun, are constant. With them it may seem as though anything is possible and that’s not just luck. The Sun appears that way because they do the work necessary to thrive. The Sun could also indicate someone who’s comfortable with their sexuality or their body.

The relationship:

Queen of Wands

Feminine energy. A passionate relationship, but not one that burns as intensely (nor as briefly) as that of the King. Queens take the energy of their suit and mold it into something that lasts. It’s a card of friendship, mostly because the card indicates a lack of balance between the people involved. The Queen has the upper hand and there really is no arguing with her. The Queen also adores attention and catches the eye of many. There is great admiration for one another and acknowledgement of the other’s beauty and power. The relationship doesn’t have a lack of trust nor of comfortableness. Both individuals are independent and interested in each other’s company

Keywords: Passion, Release, Warmth, Fire

IF MY MUSE WAS A DEITY, WHAT OFFERINGS WOULD YOU LEAVE AT THEIR SHRINE?

Among a scattered clearing decorated with a plethora of flora in a wide array of colors, a boy came to pray to her temple. Long had the temple stood in the clearing behind the statue of the deity’s likeness. The statue was of a maiden in flowing robes engraved with ornate details that made it a marvel to behold for its near thirty feet in height. Long tresses with a crown of hemlock, a kind face, and several knives lined about her feet. The statue was a lesson in itself- a warning to all who would not heed it. Each step you made towards the path of hatred was another step of pain to befall on you. Yet, hatred bestowed wrongfully or embedded, the maiden was a beacon of vengeance. Many a soul came to the statue to pray for bountiful crops, redemption, or healing in their pursuits for medicinal aid. 

The goddess stood faithfully by the boy’s side like a trusted friend as he offered his gift of flowers to her statue and loyally prayed before it. The goddess was pleased as she stood beside the boy in robes of ivory. The boy greeted her with a kindness she did not often receive, more often her name was spoken in curses. The goddess would always look to the offerings set by this boy- and his ancestors- with an unwavering favor. 

The boy would soon rise to depart and a small part of her knew this to be tradition alone. Yet, with gentle caution, her words resonated in his ears like the ghost of a whisper. “Until next you return, go now in peace.” 

Should he turn to look back on the peaceful clearing, he would find his eyes to fail him. However, in his heart he knew she was there.  

A creaking of wood, a sound denoting the autonomous parting of branches giving way to a body of light: the arrival of the summoned Goddess. Her long, wavy golden hair, lightened to ash by the darkness of night in which she steeped herself, flowed around her almost weightlessly, tendrils curling here and there as she moved, nay, glided through the wood till she found herself in the clearing of her altar. Moon-blue eyes poured over the kneeling warrior, observing his battle worn body and the undoused fire pooled in his gaze. 

She did not yet speak, instead she drifted closer to pluck up the skull, holding it aloft in her clawed left hand. As she stared into the dark, empty sockets where eyes once rest, Nami could see the creature’s past life - a raging beast who wrought carnage upon the land and stained its soil with blood. It was clearly a demon of great power, yet fell to the blade of the man knelt before her. The aether held in the jaws of the skull was an offering quite unlike any she’d before received; the signature of it, the sensation of its pulse vibrated at the same frequency of the warrior who proffered it. Yet still it held some remnant of the creature whose skull she held in her grasp; he had consumed the aether of this conquest after it’s defeat. This brought a smile to the Goddess’ lips. His was a gift not only of the flesh, of the tangible, but of the soul. 

“Rise, and be blessed, great warrior. For with this offering, you have gained mine favour,” came the resonating song of her voice. It reverberated off the trees and sent birds fluttering from their nests, so imperious and penetrating was the sound. Her right hand dipped to lift his chin, that he might meet her gaze unimpeded.