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@seedsofdiscord
Angels who walk up to the Pearly Gates (laughing at jokes they learnt from humans), push on them, find them locked. Angels who try to fly for the first time in millenia and find their wings have atrophied. Angels so busy partying with mortals that they don’t hear the last trumpet calling them home.
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“They killed your people.”
The goddess’ hand lifted up to stroke the other’s cheek, bringing them closer to her chest in a gentle hug. Nemain was capable of softness, though it was used mostly to her advantage. Lips curled into a grin as she kept the other close, before she continued with a whisper.
“Bloodshed begets bloodshed. Soon, they will get your family, is that what you want?”
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“Your Majesty, listen to me, please.” Nemain spoke softly, as her hand came to rest upon the arm of the other. “Send the worst of your men to them now, and just as they sleep well tonight at the thought of victory, it is only until then that we strike.”
A name gasped in the night. One last word of a dying man, but one word that tells a thousand stories of a woman who left her mark on every man she met. She had more to offer a man in a glance than most women give in a lifetime; knew what she wanted, wasn’t too particular how she got it.
LOVING HER WAS LIKE SHAKING HANDS WITH THE DEVIL.
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i’ll be taking a short hiatus, things are getting busy in school since we have a lot of activities for the kids this month, and our housekeeper left for the province so i need to focus my time on keeping house. i’ll be lurking from time to time, sending memes and reblogging stuff, but writing will be a challenge as i’m kinda having to prioritise stuff at the moment huhu i love y’all stay cool
I see the locked doors but I got the key. I'ma give you a second just to catch your breath ‘cause I can see that your heart is jumpin’ out your chest. I know you gave it all, ‘cause I’ve already seen your best; it is time you accepted this. GLADIATOR!
PICKED A FIGHT WITH THE GODS; I’M A GIANT SLAYER.
BONESHAKER! DOMINATOR! FREIGHT TRAIN! WRECKING BALL!
I’M A GLADIATOR!
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The fire had burned so fiercely that there’d been very little patience to indulge in the theatrics of undressing each other fully. He a beast, she a god, the tension had been brewing between the two since their first meeting. So it was hardly surprising when they ended up entangled in the back of his sleigh of wood, bones, and chains, her skirt riding up to her ribs and panties were torn savagely away; his own jeans parted just to free his own sex. Perhaps, one day, they might take their time, they might indulge each other’s desires and push their human forms about as far as they could but for now, all they needed was a long, hard, and ever-so-sinful fuck. He growled like the animal he was and her hands found their way to the bare flesh of his back and her nails drew maps of ecstasy on his skin. When the hours had rolled by and his body was finally spent, he lay beside her on the polished wooden floor of his sleigh, legs dangling out of the side and his entire body burning like hellfire. It was good. Really good. Quietly he hoped it would not be the last time.
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krmpus:
Everything about her intrigued him, which rarely happened. He wasn’t often terribly interested in other people unless they were on his list, but Nemain wasn’t just people. She was special. When she took his arm, Krampus lead her through the fireplace into his workshop. Cold, dimly lit, shelves as far as the eye could see full of snow globes, each one contained a house. Up high in the rafters was one of his monsters. A demonic cherub, tattered bird wings of a grey that contrasted against the raggedy white dress. Her eyes were large, and her teeth were sharp and her hands bird-like claws. The sudden intrusion startled her and she screeched loudly in panic. Krampus immediately broke away from Nemain and held his hands up to ease her. “Alles klar. Das bin ich. Come angel… We have a guest.”
She watched in amazement as he calmed the cherub, grey eyes looking at it with a hint of tenderness. Nemain longed for the days when she had little creatures of her own who helped her, crows that screeched and flew into battle as she did, swooping in to take one life after another.
“Oh, she’s beautiful.” Nemain sighed, stepping towards him. “And what atrocities has she committed?”
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sleepy time! no replies tomorrow but i’ll be lurking through mobile! if you wanna reach me for plotting or ooc chat, just send me an im or add me on discord! it’s glamourofthegods#9729 <3
@ourbest ;; CLOSED
Time was nothing to Nemain; a breath was a lifetime for mortals, a new generation is born in one night of slumber. It was something that she paid no attention to, as she had plenty of it to spare. And yet when war came, she savored the screams of men in battle, who rushed in with their swords, basked in the cries of people howling for the loss of their loved ones. Time stood still for her in war.
Goddesses had their limitations too, as did all things that lived on earth. Hubris was what brought Nemain down, underestimating the power of the wizard who dared step in her way. This was the price--a crown, majestic as she was before she was trapped in it; the sapphires that were set in its body as blue as her eyes; the brilliance of the gold shimmered like her hair once did. Nemain would never permit herself to be ordinary.
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.
A whisper on the ear of the sovereign who wore her was the test of whether they were weak-willed or not. Most were, and she would appear to them, a gentle hand placed upon their shoulder, her soft cheek pressing against their own, advising until she had weaved her web of lies and chaos. Many saw her as a means to cause havoc, and she seemed happy to stir such events--it was better than doing nothing at all. When she got bored, all she had to do was manipulate those around her for a change in scenery. Perched upon a pillow, she caught the attention of a wizard who worked at the dark magic shop where she currently resides.
Yes, take me. She whispered to the wizard, who stepped forward a little, furrowing his brow. Am I not beautiful? Will you not be regal with me upon your head? Don’t be shy, power will be yours if you take me. And so he did, tucking the crown inside his coat, running out of the shop before anyone could notice.
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@empyraeal ;; closed
Nemain believed that there was a reason and a right time for everything. Of all her time on earth, not once had her path crossed with any of those who dwelt in what the Christians call Heaven. Yet, at this moment in time, Fate seemed to have some sort of plan for the goddess--what it was, she could not perceive, but accepted nevertheless.
“I have never had the pleasure of meeting any of your kind,” the goddess admitted, bowing her head gently out of respect. “Though I must say that it is an honour to finally meet you.”
Phryne Fisher’s costumes in 1.08 Away with the Fairies
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krmpus:
/Her fingers against his arm were enough to send goosebumps over his icy skin. She was marvelous, intoxicating, every bit a goddess and he could’ve stared at her for hours and talked about the most awful things. “Well, I try and only work the holidays.” He quipped, throwing her a quick wink. Krampus stayed close to her for a moment, daring to inch his body until it was almost pushing against her, then all at once he pulled away; showing off, as always, with a wave of his hand and a cloud of soot and snow he used his magic to produce a distinctly festive looking fireplace- a portal from this realm into his.
It was rare that Nemain was truly attracted to anyone; most of the time she liked to play with the men she had taken a fancy to, and leave them once she had grown bored. Men were so easily worn out. But Krampus was no man, and she could sense in some way one or the other each would both want to dominate the other. The thought made her smirk.
She watched the magic unfold before her, laughing softly at the way he showed off. How she had longed for lightness such as this, and she afforded herself the pleasure of feeling so in his company.
“Lead the way,” she cooed, squeezing her hand on his arm gently.
