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what snakes think, starring salsa

✧ ASSASSIN’S CREED 2 PROMPTS.

❛ It is a good life we lead, brother/sister. ❜ ❛ The best. May it never change. ❜ ❛ You should find an outlet. ❜ ❛ I meant besides vaginas. ❜ ❛ I thought… I thought I was beyond this. ❜ ❛ I’ve waited too long, lost too much. ❜ ❛ I’m surprised to see you here. ❜ ❛ Afraid to handle things your self? ❜ ❛ This is my destiny. ❜ ❛ Get it over with then. ❜ ❛ Don’t you know what lies within? ❜ ❛ It’s not approval I’m after, just power. ❜ ❛ Are you so naïve? ❜ ❛ I’m sorry, were you hoping for a confession? ❜ ❛ You met the fate you deserved! ❜ ❛ Piece of shit! I only wish you’d suffered more! ❜ ❛ Show some respect! ❜ ❛ It was great, being shoved in the trunk, bouncin’ around. ❜ ❛ Okay, guess I better get started. ❜ ❛ We’ve been at this a lot longer than you. ❜ ❛ Did you honestly think I wouldn’t expect you to follow? ❜ ❛ How do you expect me to respond? ❜ ❛ How many people have died for this? ❜ ❛ Come and take it from me. ❜ ❛ You claim not to be a believer. ❜ ❛ Everything is permitted. ❜ ❛ Nothing is true, everything is permitted. ❜ ❛ Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember… ❜ ❛ You will die by my hand, just like your father. ❜ ❛ This is a losing battle for you. ❜ ❛ And look- There’s nobody here! ❜ ❛ For what’s in this box? ❜ ❛ That I didn’t plan for it? ❜ ❛ Respect? After all that’s happened? ❜ ❛ Let’s see what you are made of, old man/woman! ❜ ❛ No more tricks, no more ancient artifacts, no more weapons. ❜ ❛ It’s all lies and superstition. ❜ ❛ It gave me power! ❜ ❛ And yet you dismiss the central text of your Faith? ❜ ❛ You think a couple of ancient relics can harm him/her. ❜ ❛ Whatever lies beyond that wall won’t be able to resist. ❜ ❛ I don’t care. It’s not approval I’m after, just power. ❜ ❛ When you open that door? ❜ ❛ A more logical location than a kingdom on a cloud, don’t you think? ❜ ❛ I’ve always had a soft spot for women in distress. ❜ ❛ What the fuck? ❜ ❛ No. Killing you won’t bring my family back. ❜ ❛ You can’t. You can’t! This is my destiny. MINE! ❜ ❛ It’s your family that cries for guards when there’s trouble. ❜ ❛ I thought I was beyond this. But I’m not. ❜ ❛ I have plenty of outlets! ❜ ❛ And may it never change us. ❜ ❛ I’m done. ❜ ❛ May it never change. And may it never change us. ❜ ❛ We were just talking about you. ❜ ❛ You never were. ❜ ❛ I am the prophet! ❜ ❛ Killing you won’t bring my family back. I’m done. ❜ ❛ What do you even want with the ______? ❜ ❛ Figure out what? ❜ ❛ Surrounded by singing angels and cherubim. ❜ ❛ And you think she/he’ll give it up? ❜ ❛ God is meant to be all knowing. All powerful. ❜ ❛ You know nothing, boy/girl. ❜ ❛ Do you think I believe a single god-damned word of that ridiculous book? ❜ ❛ It gave me access! It gave me power! ❜ ❛ I only wish you’d suffered more! ❜ ❛ Do you think he/she would have shown either of us such kindness? ❜ ❛ Thanks for that. Loved it… ❜ ❛ I will cut you down, Assassin! ❜ ❛ That I didn’t plan for it? We’ve been at this a lot longer than you. ❜

archaicwonder

Roman Terracotta Venus, 1st-3rd Century AD

perkwunos

She’s about to beat the shit out of somebody!!

jumpingjacktrash

when venus ain’t happy ain’t nobody happy

adoptable [closed] by FunMeds

#pretty !

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Jupiter. He likes his big thick woven scarves

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The Mayan Serpent God, Kukulkan!

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Nyami Nyami ( Zambezi River God or Zambezi Snake spirit ) - Kariba Gorge, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Africa. One of the most important Gods and protectors to the Tonga people. Love his design, this is definitely one of my favorites so far! -KP

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Aesthetics for the Gods - Medusa

Medusa, one of three sisters, was cursed by Athena for her hair to turn to snakes, and for her gaze to set living things to stone.

Requested by @zacksnyder

Requests are still open

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Quetzalcoatl Aesthetic ; requested by @margoteve

Quetzalcoatl, the Aztec god of wind and learning, wears around his neck the “wind breastplate” ehecailacocozcatl, “the spirally voluted wind jewel” made of a conch shell. This talisman was a conch shell cut at the cross-section and was likely worn as a necklace by religious rulers, as they have been discovered in burials in archaeological sites throughout Mesoamerica, and potentially symbolized patterns witnessed in hurricanes, dust devils, seashells, and whirlpools, which were elemental forces that had meaning in the Aztec mythology. Among the Aztecs, whose beliefs are the best-documented in the historical sources, Quetzalcoatl was related to gods of the wind, of the planet Venus, of the dawn, of merchants and of arts, crafts and knowledge. He was also the patron god of the Aztec priesthood, of learning and knowledge.

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Quetzalcoatl by catalina diaz

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local jörmungandr, only a little long

“I really love the way you laugh!” -twinsofthetiber

small compliments .

“Thank you very much. To whom do I owe the honor of thanking ?“

ancient-snake-lord

“Is it okay if I stay here for the night? I don't really want to go back home…” -lianhuasantaizi

“If you don’t have problems with snakes, of course you can, little one. Come inside, there’s lots of rooms and places to rest here.”

Damien was closing the door , when a boy was standing at the door, looking at him by the glass. He gladly welcomed him, leading the boy to the back of the shop, where there was the secret entrance to the tunnels.

“I always provide shelter for those in need. Want some food ? I was thinking of cooking my dinner when you showed up, so you can have a good meal too.”

lianhuasantaizi-a

“I don’t have any problems with snakes. If anything, I think snakes are pretty cool.” Nezha hummed, mindlessly playing with the straps of his backpack as he padded inside. “Thank you, sir.”

It wasn’t that home was necessarily unsafe for him; he just didn’t want to deal with his father or older brothers. There always seemed to be something that his father had to get after him for whenever he was there, and today, he simply didn’t have the patience for it.

Nezha looked up at the man with an appreciative smile and nodded. “That sounds good. Do you mind if I help you in the kitchen?“

ancient-snake-lord

“Thank you. This is like a compliment to me.“

Damien was very cheerful to hear that. Some people found snakes scary or ugly, but he was happy the boy find them cool.

“What’s your name ? I’m Damien. I own this little shop and this secret shelter for the ones who seek help. Pretty comfy, if I must say.”

He entered a password inside a book and opened a door on the floor, revealing a very large room with a nice atmosphere. There were refined wallpapers, a chandelier, sofas, cushions, a decor that owed nothing to a luxury hotel.

“Ah, the kitchen is on the third door left, but I must prepare your room first. Want to see the rooms ? Each of them has a different decoration, to match the owners.”

lianhuasantaizi-a

“My name is Li Nezha, and it’s a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Damien.” The boy said, smiling as he followed the man into what he assumed was a parlor. He looked around, amazed that the other man was able to hide all of this, as well as maintain it so well. He must have been very skillful with his magic.

“Wow, this is more than just comfy.” Nezha giggled, letting his backpack slide from off his shoulder as he looked for a place to set it down.

“I’m not very picky, but I’d love to see what else you’ve done. Did it take you a lot of practice to be able to do all this?”

ancient-snake-lord

“Thank you, thank you, little mister ! May I assume you would want look at all the rooms ? There’s 10, plus the bathroom, kitchen, and this resting room. Come, take a look !”

The naga laughed, and opened all the doors for the boy to look. Each of them had different decorations, some modern, other classic, very ethnic or neutral, but all of them equally sophisticated and pretty, as well large.

“You wouldn’t believe what this place was when I bought here. It used to be a mixture of anti-bomb shelter and depot in times of world war 2. But so full of dust, old junk, that I could save little of it. Mostly the historical documents and books, those are very precious...

And when someone stays a time and after goes away, they send me lots of gifts from their homeland, that’s where some rooms have traditional paintings, sculptures ... It’s very pretty, and it makes me think of how many people I helped. You can choose which one you like the most. ”

Damien seemed very proud of his shelter, and nodded to Nehza.

#;lianhuasantaizi #damien helped lots of mythological beings but not a little god lmao #he's so cheerful

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@ancient-snake-lord

O soar do sino de entrada pode ser ouvido em toda a livraria, a medida em que o homem atravessava a porta da loja. Suas roupas destoavam cuidadosamente com o clima inglês, um pequeno raio de sol dentre os dias nublados, era o que esperava ao menos.

Uma olhada em volta, e sem que encontrasse quaisquer sinal do dono da livraria, se deixou passear até onde julgou ser a sessão de poesias, para qualquer um prestando atenção teria sido fácil notar um brilho nos olhos do homem a medida em que deslizava sua mão familiarmente pela coluna de um tomo vermelho (aparentemente esquecido ali por anos) que logo pegou em suas mãos.

Foi fácil com que se perdesse ali entre as páginas, para que não notasse nada em sua volta por alguns momentos.

ancient-snake-lord

“Posso ajudar em alguma coisa, senhor ? Procura um título específico ? ”

Damien estava no compartimento dos fundos, descarregando algumas caixas de livros novos que chegaram das editoras. Iria levar a tarde toda e quem sabe mais um dia para organizar todos os títulos nas respectivas prateleiras, mas isso compensava. Seus clientes, das mais variadas idades, sabiam que suas encomendas haviam chegado.

Ele caminhou até o homem que estava absorto na leitura, com receio de aborrecê-lo, mas perguntou mesmo assim. Talvez fosse alguma cisma sua, mas aquele cavalheiro tinha alguma coisa diferente …

leovehjerter-blog

“ Não, desculpe. Eu.. É uma bela coleção que você tem aqui, mal me lembro a última vez em que coloquei os olhos em um volume como este..“

Pego levemente de surpresa, devolveu o livro a prateleira de onde havia retirado. Não era de seu fetio baixar tanto a guarda assim, especialmente em um ambiente desconhecido. Sorriu para o outro, ao retomar a compostura, depois do pequeno choque inicial.

“ Na verdade, eu estava procurando algo de William Blake, mas não fico tão certo quanto ao que.. Uma sugestão seria um tanto quanto bem vinda. “

ancient-snake-lord

“Hmmm… Temos uma coleção, uma antologia de poemas, talvez possa lhe interessar. A propósito, o livro que pegou está em promoção, não gostaria de levar ? É o último exemplar.”

Damien sorriu suavemente, e foi buscar o livro em especial. Era realmente um belo exemplar, com um preço módico.

“Se quiser encomendar alguma coisa também, fique a vontade. Eu acabei de receber vários exemplares novos que os clientes encomendaram. Mas … pelo sotaque parece que o senhor não é daqui ?”

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“ Obrigado, no entanto vou ficar só com os poemas mesmo. Alguns capítulos são melhores se simplesmente deixados para trás. “ disse, dando uma última olhada para o tomo vermelho, antes de seguir o outro até o que julgou ser o caixa da loja.

“ Mas é tão óbvio assim ? E aqui achei eu que estava fazendo um bom trabalho em me enturmar.. “

ancient-snake-lord

“Ora mas não seja por isso ! Receba um pouco da hospitalidade inglesa, posso servir um chá se quiser.”

Damien riu-se com gosto ao escutar a gracinha do homem. De fato, o sotaque diferente denunciava ser estrangeiro, mesmo com a pronúncia perfeita.

“Espero que esteja fazendo uma boa estadia aqui. Se bem que se não tiver trazido consigo um guarda chuva, é provável que vá molhar o terno, aqui as chuvas não tem hora para chegar.”

E era verdade. No céu, o sol brincava de esconde-esconde entre as nuvens, mas o vento estava frio, um prenúncio de que iria chover.

#;leovehjerter #esse marquinhos zoeiro HSUAHUSAHUSHAUSHAUHS