Posted my HSR renheng aeon Dan Heng fic today! 😄 It's called If the heavens ever did speak and it features Long the Permanence!Dan Heng and Blade as his emanator!
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Is your mission important enough to miss on a local dilf (deity I’d like to fuck)? I don’t think so
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Day 4 - Lightning Day: Age-Regression/De-Aging | Deity AU
Mukuro, the personification of Death, and Byakuran, (“The Destroyer,” angel of the abyss and king of Sheol, the realm of the dead) zir Angel of Death.
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It’s a shame they can’t all see you, but this type of secrecy is something we’re used to, isn’t it?
deity AU luce/fon for day 4′s deity AU. Aka, where Luce was a goddess and it was just her human form that died, thank you very much.
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“In the eyes of the gods, little wolf, the pup is yours; if the Vongola try to take him, they will regret it.” >:3
He had neither expected the overwhelming sense of approval from his deity (amused tolerance, yes; the binding he could feel entwining itself with his Flames, not so much) nor the little Rain he’d found to have his own shift. That was a god-gift, and meant that he would have to teach ‘Basil’ how to handle the attention of his deity. But not now; now he had a pup to take care of, and arrangements to make as his quarters in the Island Barracks weren’t suitable for two people in the long term, though his new pup would likely stay a wolf for a while.
His deity smiled and ruffled his ears gently, and he picked Basil up the scruff of his neck. “The wolf-form is my gift to him for your sake, Colonello; you will need to take him to England at some point when he’s a little older to ‘settle’ things with his patron. And then perhaps to Japan when he’s in his teens.” She vanished, and he rolled his eyes and padded off.
@nightmare-aoife THIS BLESSING
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SATURN DEITY!
Keith + Lance | Shiro | Pidge
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Nebula Deity Shiro! Time to make some stars, bby
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Keith + Lance | Shiro
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7/7/7 Tag
The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.
I was tagged by both @i-w-p-chan and @adelmortescryche. Evil enablers.
I was writing a Harry Potter is a God snippet, so here it goes.
“Dawlish, what’s that?” Harry asked, pointing to the mess beside his cubicle. It was an awful sight, filled with little pieces of parchment, odds and bobs, strings and even some blood.
“It’s shrine,” Dawlish said with a smirk. “For Harry Potter, god of Luck.”
Something in Harry’s brain screeched to a halt.
“Say what?” he asked, pretty sure that his ears hurt.
“Harry Potter, god of Luck. Your Luck is pretty stupendous, Potter.”
At Harry’s disbelieving look, Dawlish intoned, “If you pray to Harry Potter, you can be sure of good luck in your missions. Pray to Harry Potter, and suddenly a malfunctioning toilet will be unclogged. Pray to Harry Potter, god of luck, who tips the balance. If he doesn’t like you, you’d have an awful day.”
Tagging @emptysurface @athanatosora @worldtravellingfly @math-is-magic @donapoetrypassion and anyone else who wants to do this.
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Hashirama as an elder god. ❤ (Part 4 of the Naruto Gods series)
Warning for adult themes? Kinda?
Hashirama, God of Creation and Renewal, briefly reads the guilt in Tobirama’s pained grimace and the story of struggle in the scarred landscape around them. He yearns to assuage his brother’s grief, but he cannot find it in him to tear his focus from Madara for more than a moment. He takes in Madara’s sharp eyes, the absence of his heart, and the magma flows upon his arms. The fury that Hashirama sees there gives him pause, but then he drops his gaze to their still-interlaced fingers and his blooming smile is like the dawning of spring.
With a touch as soft as milkweed, he traces the ragged edges around the hole in Madara’s chest and soothes the obvious ache, filling the cavity where Madara’s heart had once been with his own flesh. He kisses the newly formed scar while his hands map a familiar path across Madara’s skin. Madara’s anger fades to wonderment as Hashirama grasps his hips and pushes him down into the green-packed earth, unashamed.
Mokuton bursts to life around them and erects vast, shapeless pillars of wood. Fire races through the pillars, shaping and forming them until the scent of pitch is heavy in the air. Months later, the dance of heat and creation builds to a crescendo. With an eruption of chakra, the charred timber resolves into inelegant, but functional structures. Houses dot the landscape with streets between, like leaf bud-laden branches.
The Village of Kohana is born from Hashirama and Madara’s coupling.
Eyes averted, Tobirama approaches them in the aftermath and falls to his knees. He vows to protect Kohana—his brother’s progeny—with his life. He offers his waters to sustain the humans who will call it home and his icy wrath to ward off other deities who would oppose its conception.
Hashirama smiles at him knowingly. He runs a hand through his brother’s hair in acceptance of both his vow and his unvoiced apology.
Madara leans in—close enough to grasp Tobirama’s jaw and share his winter-frost breath—and imbues Tobirama’s oath with his own will of fire, sealing it between their lips.
“You had better, Senju,” he snarls into the kiss.
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Tobirama as an elder god. ❤ (Part 3 of the Naruto Gods series)
Infuriated by Madara’s encroachment on his territory, Tobirama sends forth waves of ice with renewed vigor to retake what is rightfully his. The Earth itself groans beneath the gods’ rage and humanity seeks shelter in the caves created by the continental bones of Madara’s Susanoo.
For a century, volcanoes loose their fiery payload and sear scars though the landscape in a billowing clout of steam. Ultimately, Tobirama finds himself outmatched by the might of Madara. His retreat is a bitter, forced thing, giving ground only when he is bent double around Madara’s fist and too exhausted to continue. He clutches at Madara’s stomach and thighs as he slips to the ground bonelessly. From his mouth pours the first river. His ice sheets melt to form the oceans and nourish the soil.
In Tobirama’s defeat, the sun bears down on the rich loam of the Earth and reveals germinating seedlings, reaching up like hands. Madara grasps them and pulls the long-lost God of Creation and Renewal, Hashirama, from his erstwhile bed of frost.
Tobirama’s bolt of realization is a painful thing.
(He wears the scars of Madara’s touch on his face as a reminder of his folly.)
*clutches her heart*
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Kakuzu as a primordial god. <3 (Part 1 of the Naruto Gods series)
So, every decade, Takigakure offers up a virgin sacrifice to atone for some wrong that was perpetrated against the primordial god of destruction, Kakuzu, before written history. No one knows why they do it, and Kakuzu has no idea why they insist on it being a virgin, but they both just accept it and carry on. One day, Takigakure captures Hidan and gets the great idea of offering him up as the sacrifice. They get rid of a homicidal maniac, the crazy primordial god gets his heart, and everyone wins.
The thing is, Hidan survives the whole debacle—on account of being, you know, a Jashin-blessed immortal—and stews for the next decade, royally pissed off at how Kuzu slandered Jashin during the ritual. He marches back to Takigakure each sacrifice day and insists on being the offering.
He has a fucking bone to pick with that Jashin-hating asshole.
Kakuzu is so done.
BLESS
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Madara as an elder god. <3</b>
Roiling in the heat of the Earth’s core, Madara rises from his long sabbatical only to find that a new species has taken root on the planet’s glacial surface. He observes the fledgling race of humans as they struggle to survive in Tobirama’s wasteland, ultimately taking pity on the frail creatures whose need for familial bonds mirrors his own.
Madara offers them the heart from his chest to warm them, and his fan to stoke the flames. In time, Tobirama’s ice is beaten back and Madara’s adopted clan propagates, taking his symbol as its name.
The Uchiha further claim Madara as their patron, honoring his sacrifice with the dedication of each new child born, and gift him in turn with the title of “the God of Hearth and Home.”
(Tobirama is completely irate at seeing his territory diminished and provokes Madara at all opportunities regarding being dubbed a glorified house-husband. Madara quips back that at least the humans didn’t take the low hanging fruit when they named him, unlike Tobirama, “the God of Waterways and the Progenitor of Resting Bitch Face.”)
*If anyone has any requests as to which Naruto god should be next, shoot me an ask/message. ;D
@hiruma-musouka does this Madara remind you of anything?
Deity AUs 😍
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some yoi chars as greek gods drawn for yoicollab game on twitter !
we did a deity au where yuuri is eros, the greek god of sexual love and attraction who falls in love with a mortal prince viktor. includes masquerade balls, secret gardens, and forbidden romance
Decay (Of What the Gods Know)
Summary: There’s a man hanging from the chandelier, candle grease dripping onto his dress coat.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn
This was written for a ‘’wish you would write’’ ask by the lovely @metronomeihear ! You can find it here.
You can find my fic master list here.
The lovely poem at the end is by @icarvus and you can find the original here. Thank you so much for giving me permission to quote it!
Tsuna runs his fingers along the line of the (body) doll's cheek. "So pretty," he muses softly. "You would look even better in red I think." (like the blood you wore in battle, splattered along your clothes, woven from pure hatred) He turns away from the table it lay on with a flourish and throws the closet open. Where was that little satin number? The perfect red dress.
He did so love his Kyoya, after all.
It’s time for dinner.
Tsuna’s mama was a witch. A very fine one, indeed. She drew lines of power across his stomach, drew sigils of love around his throat, carved beauty into his bones and breathed life into his stone. A statue come to life.
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Fic Writers Week 2017 - Day 3
Day 3: Small but Mighty
Writers highlight your new/underrated fics
In accordance to the prompt, let’s talk about my latest one-shot Ursurper (it can be found on both FF.net and AO3). It’s set in an AU world where the gods and goddesses of myth exist and don mortal flesh to live among the people of the world. In it, Blaise Zabini is the son of Aphrodite and the story centers around him and what it’s like to have her for a mother.
Probably a bit out there for most of you, but if it’s piqued your interest, I hope you enjoy it :)
This is good, guys!
Fathoms Deep (My Heart Resides)
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Summary: On his throne of light, made of monstrous fishes, he sits, a deep-sea snake curling around his shoulders. Seung-gil Ship-sinker. Sara’s breath hitches. He is awe-inspiring and terrifying, all her dreams and nightmares.
‘’Chop, chop, girl! I don’t have all day!’’
Sara takes a deep breath, her foundations shuddering. ‘’I want a pair of legs.’’
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yuri on Ice
You can find my writing progress here. If you can’t keep straight who’s what kind of creature anymore, here’s a list, plus some extra background information for those who’d like to read it!
My fic master list here.
This was written for the Yuri on Ice Fantasy week ( @yoifantasyweek for those interested in checking out the other authors) 11/16/17- Day Four: Aquamarine. I used the two prompts ‘’Mermaid,’’ and ‘’Ocean’’.
Dedicated to @curiousbecuriousblueram! Happy birthday, Silver-chan!
This is part of the Land of Gods and Monsters ‘verse, but can be read as a standalone fic. You can find a note on the chronology of this ‘verse here.
It’s not that Sara doesn’t want to live in the sea- it’s that her brother won’t ever let her go if she doesn’t flee it. He drowns men whenever they come too close- you’re not stealing my sister, he says.
It is natural, then, to visit Seung-gil Ship-sinker.
Seung-gil is utterly silent, but his visage drowns them all. His tail possesses the power of a thousand mer. His force curls around him like a curtain and he hides secrets behind stormy eyes- the kind you would dare to enter the depths for.
Like Sara is, now.