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aldrawsstuf · 2 months

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Zodiac Signs as Deities (Part 2)

Libra the Just is the seventh Lord of the Zodiac and the goddess of Unity, Justice and the Sky. She is a goddess known for her fairness and wisdom.

Her ardent followers learn from her to pursue equality and justice in everything. All beings, whether they be heavenly or mortal, are required to follow the laws that she established. The gods and goddesses alike gather to the court of the sky to seek the advice of the goddess of justice. Her judgment is definitive and her insight unparalleled. She is a sympathetic and compassionate goddess who is always ready to hear the cries of people who have been wronged, despite her harsh and unbiased exterior.

She is the guardian of the oppressed and the pursuit of justice. Libra extends her power over the world of mortals since she recognizes that justice is not always administered equitably in this domain. The goddess will not stand with those who try to exploit the laws to control and oppress others.

Scorpio the Oathkeeper is the eighth Lord of the Zodiac and the goddess of Blood, Oaths, Secrets, and Death. A God who values in loyalty and faithfulness.

She imparts to others the idea that life and death are but two sides of the same coin. Scorpio also holds the view that all actions have repercussions, whether positive or negative, and that one should be ready to deal with these effects head-on. Her domain is the realm of the Dead, which is connected to the land of the living by rivers that meandered over the world. Rivers of life and souls flowed into and out of her realm, nourishing the spirits of the dead and leading the spirits of the living to their eternal resting place, respectively.

Though she has a terrifying reputation among mortals, she is actually a reasonable goddess who, provided they have lived honestly and kept their promise, grants people who have passed away a pleasant afterlife. And yet, as a warning to the living, those who have sinned greatly or betrayed others are punished for all eternity in her domain.

Sagittarius the Keen-eyed is the ninth Lord of the Zodiac and the god of Wildlife, Hunting, Exploration and Prophecy. A god who constantly seeks adventure.

His philosophy encourages his disciples to live fearlessly and wild lives. His sphere of influence transcends the wilderness and reaches into the hearts of individuals who are willing to go in search of adventure and the truth. Small conversation and idle banter are not Sagittarius the Keen-eyed's style. Instead, his brief but impactful words guide his devoted like lights in the night sky. His wisdom comes from innumerable experiences, both happy and sad, so when he talks, people pay attention.

He rewards people who follow his teachings with a keen eye and a quick wit, gifting them the ability to navigate even the most treacherous of terrains. He, however, will punish those who desecrate the wildlands or disrespect the creatures that dwell within them.

Capricorn the Steadfast is the tenth Lord of the Zodiac and the god of the Land, Time and Order. He believes that order is the foundation of society and prosperity.

He teaches his followers that regularity and toil are necessary for gain. He is often called the Father of Time by his worshippers, for it is he who tames the wild forces of time and space, bringing order to the chaos. He gave mortals the ability to carve out a life from the endless cycles of nature, creating cities, roads, and fields.

He blesses people who work hard and live honest lives, granting them health, wealth, and prosperity. However, he also demands that they respect the natural order of things and use their gifts wisely. Those who disrupt the balance, whether through greed, laziness, or hubris, soon find themselves the target of his wrath.

Aquarius the Shrewd is the eleventh Lord of the Zodiac and the god of Knowledge, Illusions and Magic. A god who loves knowledge above all else.

He instills in his people the value of using, studying, and comprehending the environment they live in. He established the laws of magic and is the patron deity of magicians. He taught mortals how to wield magic and granted them the capacity to do so. His dominion is large and complex; it is a magical and illusionary world where the boundaries between reality and fiction are blurred.

He rewards those who share their knowledge with others, who strive to push the boundaries of what is known and unknown. He also punishes erudition when it is used for selfish or malevolent purposes, as he believes that knowledge should be shared and used for the greater good.

Pisces the Dreamer is the twelfth and final Lord of the Zodiac and the goddess of the Ocean, Dreams and Love. A goddess who is known for her whimsical nature.

Love, she tells her followers, is as erratic as the deep ocean's waves. Invoked frequently when pleading for divine intervention for matters of the heart, she is revered as the patroness of lovers. The domain of dreams and nightmares is likewise under her authority. She shares the jurisdiction of the seas with Cancer, but her domain lies in the deep, uncharted waters, where the most potent dreams and nightmares dwell.

She cautions against being too attached to any one person or object, but she also honors those who seek love with ardor and determination. Pisces understands that love can bring both exhilarating highs and crushing lows, and that it is in the nature of the sea to ebb and flow.

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jubilantgamer27 · 2 years

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Awww Aigo secretly protected MC 🥰

#voltage inc #love 365 #god of capricorn #aigonorus #scm aigonorus #tauxolouve #scm tauxolouve #god of sagittarius #god of virgo #partheno #SCM partheno #scm krioff #Krioff #god of Aries #SCM #star crossed myth

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chouettecrivaine · 8 months

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dead woman walking

Fandom: @shepherds-of-haven ! A little drabble of my MC who I have grown unexpectedly attached to and now she dances around in my head all of the time

Characters: Trouble/OC

Notes: 1.6k, angst, depressing introspection, the world's most OVERDRAMATIC girl has the most OVERDRAMATIC kiss

Summary: Lark has decided that the best course of action is to go on the mission alone, even if fatality is certain. She plans to leave in the middle of the night when nobody can stop her, but first there are some feelings she needs to put to rest.

Even if the trip from her room to Trouble's was familiar, Lark couldn't help but slow her steps as reticence pulled against her on every step. The magelights lining the hallway, for once, didn't seem as warm and homey as before - instead, Lark could only focus on that one spot of darkness between each fixture. It didn't matter how far the warm light stretched; the shadows always made their way to her.

She stopped just outside the door to Trouble's room, standing perfectly still and taking a deep breath. In the stillness, time didn't exist to her. Lark could pretend that she wasn't heading off to her final battle, a one-woman army marching straight into extinction. Maybe this was the battle she was created for - or maybe she was damning everyone by throwing herself away when she knew her reality couldn't be remade. Either way, the thought hollowed out her body and filled it with ice, the way she had been before. Somehow, Lark always knew she was going to die alone. At least this way, she could save anybody that she had tricked into caring for her from riding straight into the maws of death for her sake.

Lark had made peace with it, as much as she could. Her time in the Shepherds had reminded her all too well how to want to live, but blind hope wasn't something she had been able to afford for a while. This was her last stand, and she could accept that. It was bound to happen eventually in this line of work. There was just one thing she needed to do - one box left to check - before she could leave her loose ends in the hands of others.

Finally composed, Lark turned and knocked on the solid door, each in rapid succession of the last. Her heart thundered in her chest, pounding against her ribcage and rising into her throat with every beat. Her mouth went dry, though she couldn't figure out exactly why. She heard a soft shuffling on the other side of the door and forced herself to swallow, determined to keep up with her own façade.

Trouble opened the door, more alert than Lark had expected, and gave her a friendly once-over. Despite not being bleary-eyed and half asleep, he still blinked a few times as if to make sure it was Lark in front of him. Easily, he smiled at her, unsuccessful in keeping his gaze covert as it lingered on her untied hair. During the day, Lark kept it in two braids circled around her head and pinned closely to her skull. She only ever kept her hair down when she was sleeping, and the few times Trouble had seen it, he'd been silently fascinated. Without fail, the attention would send a wave of excitement through her body, but now her apprehension was too strong for even that to shine through. Still, she smiled back at him.

"What're you doing here, Birdie?" Trouble asked, leaning casually against the doorframe. He only stood there for a moment before hurrying to make room for Lark. "Oh, I mean, you're welcome to come in. If you want."

Lark shook her head. "No, that's alright. I just needed to tell you something important."

Though he kept the mood light, Lark noticed how Trouble's face immediately softened. She noticed that when he was happy to see her - so, normally - his eyes seemed to sparkle as if the golden rings around his pupils were pure ore. Now, everything was warm seawater and honey. "Of course. You can tell me anything."

Lark's heart stopped beating, only to grow so quickly she thought it might burst out of her chest. God, she wanted to stay. An overwhelming affection flooded her senses, choking her up and forcing her feelings to well behind her eyes. Lark gripped at her nightshirt, trying to blink away the tears before they became too obvious. She thought heartbreak was supposed to be a shattering of glass as someone tossed her heart aside; maybe it could be your own heart tearing at the seams and spilling out all the love you were foolish enough to hide, too.

"Well, I have to tell you the second half later." At the end of her sentence, her voice trembled, and she covered it up with a shaky laugh. Trouble didn't seem to notice.

"Alright, then what's the first half?"

A beat of silence passed.

Then another.

Lark wasn't normally the type to be at a loss for words. She never felt comfortable unless she had a plan at hand to lie her way out of - or into - a situation. But Trouble made her honest, and the truth didn't seem survivable in that moment. Not if it was to be spoken aloud in a voice that would hurt Trouble the most.

So she stepped forward instead, brought her hands to his face, and pulled him down to her height so she could kiss him.

For a brief, terrifying second, Trouble went entirely rigid. Lark couldn't tell if he was staring at her, bewildered, or if his brow was furrowed as he tried to figure out how he got in that position. It didn't matter, because both were endearing, and neither would have stayed for long. His surprise melted away and his arms wrapped around her back, holding her close against his body. Lark almost sagged in relief.

Beneath her gentle hands, she felt his face gradually warm, certainly a few shades darker than before. In fact, she could feel his warmth all over, radiating from him and almost burning where their skin touched. In this moment, she could have anything she wanted, and she could delude herself into thinking it would last. In this moment, Lark was safe. Loved.

She wasn't ready for Trouble to pull away, yet he did. It was only an inch, and the many questions he undoubtedly had died on his tongue, but she could feel it. The ground was fracturing beneath her, and reality was swallowing her whole. Lark could only think of two things, and their certainty dug into her like claws: she loved him, and she was going to die.

So, even if it was selfish, she pressed her lips against his again, desperate and rough and scared. This kind of emotion, passionate and raw, was more up Trouble's alley. He kept her ferocity, yet held her with the care he'd give glass, like she was to be wrapped up and kept safe forever. Maybe he should've. Or maybe he should have kissed her breathless. It would have been a far kinder fate - but her fate was never meant to be kind.

Lark hoped that he could tell in the way she held his face, in the ease with which she leaned into him. If she was worth protecting, he was worth cherishing, and even if she never said it she hoped he knew. Trouble was always dense, but he had his moments. Now that she realized simply wanting him wasn't enough, had never been enough, there was nothing she could do but hope he was getting it now, and ignore her desire to stay ripping through her soul.

When they parted for a second time, neither of them said anything as they tried to catch their breath. Lark kept her lips parted, knowing that if she closed them it would be too obvious that she was trembling. Trouble didn't realize it,but even through his crimson fluster he was positively giddy. It was almost enough to convince Lark to stay.

But that was dangerous thinking. So she slowly untangled herself from him, her fingertips trailing down his shoulders and to his arms until there was nowhere left untouched. As he sorted his thoughts, Trouble's arms fell slack to his sides, a metal filament falling when the magnet attracting it moved away. Lark bit her tongue.

"So, uh…what does…this mean?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck if only for something to do. Bashfulness wasn’t something Trouble was well acquainted with, yet he couldn’t look Lark in the eyes all the same.

“That’s the second half,” She answered quietly. “I’ll have to tell you later.”

Trouble narrowed his eyes in the way he did when he knew Lark was keeping something from him. Void of any heat or anger, it was more of a way to make her feel guilty than get her to actually admit anything. But he let it go. This was something they had been dancing around for a long time; a little while longer wouldn’t hurt.

Clearing her throat, Lark reluctantly backed away from Trouble and towards the door, keeping her eyes on him. It was difficult to swallow and even harder to breathe, yet she twisted the handle anyway. The hallway air rushed in, cold enough to send goosebumps down her arm. The moment she left this room, it’d be the beginning of the end.

Just before she turned around completely, Trouble interrupted her. Looking at him over her shoulder, Lark could tell that he was worried about her. “You can stay, if you want. You’ve done it before.”

An arrow of regret shot through her chest. “No thanks. I need some time to calm down.”

Trouble chuckled at that, muttering something small and proud about the effect he seemed to have on her. Then, lifting his head, he nodded once and let Lark take two steps backwards, his gaze undeniably fond. “I’ll collect you tomorrow, then. We can go to breakfast together.”

Lark nodded once, firmly, and put on her best, brightest smile. “I’d like that.”

It wasn’t a lie, not entirely. She would like that.

If only she’d be alive to do it.

#🌠 pisces ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+{all writing}#💠 sagittarius ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+{fics}#shepherds of haven #trouble alder #shoh #shepherds of haven mc #trouble alder x mc #i don't know how to TAG this and idk how to write trouble LOL #liya saw me struggle through 50 different ideas and problems before making a decision #guess what! this fic is not the one i eventually decided to write in that chat :)#anyway i'm obsessed with trouble and lark......lark my bbg i'm so glad i gave you life. is this how it feels to be a mom #because this was such a specific thing and my ONLY goal was a kiss i didn't really describe her at all #but hopefully. eventually. i will write more. i just couldn't squeeze it in </3 #trust me she's a cutie #oh god i need an oc tag #and i hope this isn't ooc AHHHHHHH #👩‍🚀 astronaut ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+{ocs}#☆ shoh #☆ shoh oc #☆ trouble alder

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analvirgo · 2 months

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∆👁️ Powerful Zodiacs 👁️∆

Qualifications:

Strong Faith

Educated/Wise

Psychic gifts

Physically fit

Combat/Weaponry

Basic God: Hardly wins

12. Pisces/Neptune (2.5/5)

11. Aquarius/Uranus (2.5/5)

10. Taurus/Ceres (3/5)

Proficient God: Wins Sometimes

9. Capricorn/Saturn (3.5/5)

8. Gemini/Mercury (3.5/5)

7. Cancer/Moon (3.5/5)

Advanced God: Wins Most Times

6. Virgo/Chiron (4/5)

5. Sagittarius/Jupiter (4/5)

4. Aries/Mars (4/5)

Beyond God: Always Wins

3. Libra/Venus (4/5)

2. Scorpio/Pluto (4.5/5)

1. Leo/Sun (5/5)

(.5 = Maybe*)

#astrology #zodiac signs #Rank #Horoscope #God #Goddess #Power #Gifts #aries #taurus #Gemini #Cancer #Leo #Virgo #Libra #Scorpio #Sagittarius #Capricorn #Aquarius #Pisces

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elfecassepied · 2 years

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Aiolos was 14 when he was kill on the orders of his best friend.

Saga was 15 when he fucking assassinated the Pope Shion, tried to assassinate Athena and then to kill himself.

Kanon was 15 when his own brother locked him in a cave to die.

Shura was 10 when he was sent to kill Aiolos, one of his model.

Aiolia was 7 when his brother died and was declared a traitor.

The orphans were between 7 and 9 when they were sent around the world for training. Only 10 of them made it through the 6 years.

The Bronze and Saori were between 13 and 15 when they had to fight for their life and died for the first time. When they had to fight adults known for being almost invincible and kill them and been killed.

Saori was 13 when the weight of the world fell on her shoulders. When suddenly she had to fight for surviving but also to protecting her home, her friends and her whole world.

Seiya was 13 when he arrived in front of the Pope, after had to let his brothers behind and feel them dying for him to be here, knowing he is the last hope for Saori and he didn't have the time to mourn.

Ikki was 15 when he rushed the second half of the stairs, he passed in front of the corpses of his littles brothers who died hours before he was here. And no matter how much he felt like a failure and no matter how much he was angry against himself the only thing he can do was continued to run to help Seiya. Seiya who was the only one he can still help because he was the only one still alive and Ikki was so, so desperate to be here in time to not have a other dead body to watch.

No don't talk to me I'm not ok, I'm gonna cry. Why do my brain feed me with this, YEARS after I watched the last episode of Saint Seiya?

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