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𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Here you go you crazy motherhuggers, formally dropping my name for consideration

Tyche, goddess of Luck

g o d d e s s o f f o r t u n e
_{Τ ύ χ η. 
Τ ύ χ η.}

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	Melissanthi Mahut | #DDE2E1 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Tyche | Agathe | Fortuna Megale Soteira ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Luck, Fortune, Prosperity ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ⚄

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ⚀ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{black cat done crossed my path no reason to run and hide}}

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F O R T U N E
F O R T U N E

_{/ˈfôrCHən//}

^{A flip of the coin, a roll of the dice, the click of a button, so many things in life are left up to chance. One never quite knows what to expect; sure they could wake up and go about their daily routine as normal, but they could also trip on their way out of the shower and break their neck. Bad luck. Or they could find a crisp twenty dollar bill with no owner. Good luck. So many things are left to chance that it becomes easy to blame it all on luck rather than self; but of course, behind every roll of the dice, every saying of "good luck", Tyche is there. To say that she controls luck would be incorrect. No one can truly control luck anymore than they can control fate. But she can influence it. In times past she could bestow good fortune on some and bad on others, though now it seems all she can do is passively influence, good or bad, the fortunes of those around her. Some people get lucky. Others don't. It doesn't matter to her, it's far more interesting this way, yes?}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ⚂ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{a flip of a coin might make a head turn}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ⚅ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{you're a careless con and a crazy liar}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ⚁ Everyone in their life has wished luck or good fortune on another but how many have truly believed there to be some kind of divine being hearing those words and acting upon them? Such was Tyche. An agent of fate as much as one of chaos, Tyche operated in the realm of fortune. When someone narrowly avoided spilling food on their good clothes, was it luck or was it Tyche playing the strings of fate for her own amusement? When a man loses his home to fire or flood, was it preventable or was it simply a stroke of bad fortune brought on by the Goddess herself? With good luck comes bad fortune, with bad fortune comes good luck. Luck. Fate. Whatever it is, it takes no favorites. A flip of the coin can never truly be predicted. The daughter of Aphrodite and either Hermes or Zeus, though Tyche is uncaring as to which one fathered her; flip a coin, whoever it lands on may as well take credit in her eyes. Tyche quickly found that, compared to some of her siblings, people were far more selective in their worship of her. Not that she minded. No one really asked Tyche for favor unless they had something personal to gain, a victory, a fortune. She did so enjoy seeing how they responded to their fortunes, whatever they may be. Few even realize Tyche is a goddess, after all, those who care about fate tend not to put their trust in those who claim to know the weave of life... ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ⚁ When the gods fell the only thing Tyche could do was laugh. Fate had a delicious sense of irony. As others likely lamented their lot in life, Tyche saw it for what it was. A monumental case of bad luck. There was never any law of the land that said fortune favored the gods, after all. The fall was something even she couldn't see coming but part of her figured it was inevitable. The same way a gambler would enjoy the game of chance, so too would the fates enjoy seeing such hubris. To see the mighty brought low. It was all so fucking beautiful. So chaotic. Tyche adapted to mortal life quicker than some, having been involved in the affairs of their lives even before being forced to. But unlike mortals, she had an advantage due to her waning powers. It was because of that that Tyche was able to amass a fortune for herself in the same way many mortals suffering in the lower class of society attempt to enter a higher bracket: she gambled. Specifically high stakes card games. Winning tournaments and tournaments and invitationals, always seeming to pull the right hand at the right time. When her fortune was amassed, Tyche invested in real estate. What better opportunity for a goddess of luck than running the ultimate temple of worship for lucky individuals? Her casino, The Trojan Horse, has been running for decades, and has become quite a tourist destination as it was rare for a casino to be so well known outside the Vegas or international terminals. Being independently owned and operated means she never had to deal with organized crime or bookies trying to muscle in on her, though the Horse does offer sports betting - what self respecting luck goddess wouldn't? Articles have been written about her operation and a few movies have shot there, not to mention the in house performers and concerts held there. Unfortunately, though, with success came wealth and with wealth came boredom. Tyche, under the alias of Lydia Economos, found that money and notoriety wasn't worth it despite so many mortals claiming to want nothing more. Boredom when you're a functional immortal is a motherfucker and with her boredom came the belief that nothing truly matters. Sure they fell, but they still get to be immortal. Sure they might not have their powers as strongly but there's no point in pretending they're on the level of the mortals. They aren't. There's no point in long relationships because a mortal will die. There's no point in having wealth. In power. In anything. There's no point. THat's the ultimate joke of their existence. Tyche, or Lydia, no longer caring about things, has taken up extreme hobbies. Skydiving with an improperly packed parachute. Driving super fast with no seat belt. Seeking thrills. Cheap or otherwise. Seeking something, anything, to let her know that in spite of everything she's alive. And that she matters. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ⚃ finding meaning in life, ironically making her more mortal than she realizes. expanding The Horse to different locations without losing the identity. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ⚃ succumbing to the encroaching nihilism and losing her humanity - so to speak - despite being a divine being. she doesn't fear death but she does fear that there truly is no meaning to existence.

Huixtocihuatl, goddess of salt

b r i n g e r o f s a l t
_{h u i x t o c i h u a t l. 
h u i x t o c i h u a t l.}

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	Iman Vellani | #e26161 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Huixtocihuatl | Uixtochihuatl ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ salt | dissolute women ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Aztec 🜔

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 🜔 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{if you see my enemies tell 'em i stand correct}}

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S O D I U M
S O D I U M

_{/ˈsōdēəm/}

^{Despite her domain having nothing to do with the more common, internet use of the word 'salt', some might say her power is being a short fused (emphasis on short, she is not tall) little goblin but that's just a matter of coincidence. Her power comes in two varieties. The primary one is that around her, people tend to be more willing to say things that come to mind - though it only works on women, hence the 'dissolute women' aspect of her domain. The second part of her power, and really the best part of being friends with her, is that she can passively perfectly season food. Because salt. This is why she eats way too many french fries - for her money, the best thing mortals have ever invented. Salt and vinegar chips are a second place.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🜘 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{feeling so candy cane, lollipop, sugary sweet}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Zaniyah "Tochi" Florentine ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 20 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ not quite gay but not exactly straight, female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ If anyone asks she tells them she is a multimedia entrepreneur which is a nice way of saying she is a content creator for the digital age. Vlogs, skits, reaction videos, but most notably are her video game streams where she is notorious for raging when she loses and raging even more when she wins but isn't at the top of the board. She's been banned from her streaming site of choice multiple times but she brings in enough money that she always comes back. Her community has dubbed her "The Goddess of Salt" a name which she enjoys precisely because they don't know how perfect it is. She will shill your product if you pay her money to do so.

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🜙 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{i'm gonna grow up and be a teenager}}

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But it was because of this counter prank that Huixtocihuatl learned about salt and how it was used in food and, importantly, life. Naturally she got her revenge on her brothers by showing the mortals in her domain the uses of salt in fertility and life and they, in kind, dedicated a ten day festival in her honor. She even howled with laughter when they offered her the heart of a sacrificed woman. Her brothers were disturbed but she always needled back with "At least my worshippers don't sacrifice children, little bro." They had no rebuttal. They never did. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ 🜙 The first couple centuries after the fall were hard on her. She was in denial that everything they had was gone in an instant - and she didn't even have much in the first place. No more ten day dance festivals. No more hearts in a jar. No more making fun of her siblings - because with the fall came her mortal form and her body was considerably shorter than her siblings. The last laugh was theirs, though they took solace in the fact that they still had each other. At least until they went their separate ways. There wasn't a lot Huixtocihuatl could do. She didn't have many skills other than her knowledge of salt and sea water, but the mortals being a superstitious lot didn't exactly like a woman on their boats or on their fishing expeditions. She spent a few centuries under the radar, cooking, being no different from the mortal women. She showed many a mortal what salt could do to stew or, groundbreakingly, to meats. Salted meats was a game changer for mortals and she could never take credit, but she could certainly reap the benefits. Over time she integrated as best she could, mostly with unmarried women who much preferred being able to live how they like without the rigid rules of mortal society. She liked them. They were sassy. They were catty. Her saltwives. As society adapted, Huixtocihuatl did as well. She reached the acceptance stage eventually, though it took until the invention of fried potatoes for her to finally make the most of her situation. Her biggest regret was her mortal form. Being eternally around the age of 20 sucked, there was no way around it. She was young enough to not be taken seriously in most aspects of mortal society yet she was old enough to be seen as worthy of pursuit. Mortals were weird. With the advent of technology, Huixtocihuatl saw an opportunity. When mortals decided that people on screens making 'content' was worth attention, she was on it quick. By this point she had become Zaniyah Florentine - a name that very few people understood but everyone assumed to be exotic or, worse, Italian. With her online handle of "Tochi", she quickly became a known name in the streaming and content creation sphere and after some collabs with popular influencer Hercules, including her partaking in a 12 Labors event - not to mention the Acropolis parties - she found a solid, consistent viewer base. Her most popular video unrelated to her video gaming streams was a tier list video where she went on a twenty minute rant about why salt and vinegar potato chips are the best chip and deserved their own tier. Half of the rant was her yelling at her chat for being wrong. Highlights of streams frequently show her breaking keyboards and stomping around her room before passing out. It's wildly entertaining! Still, part of her wonders if she's no better than a modern day jester, raging and dancing for the amusement of the mortals who once revered her and her kind. Oh well, at least she's got french fries. As an aisde, do not pick her up without asking. Yes, she is under five feet but that's no excuse. She will throw salt in your eye if you do such a thing. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 🜔 she wants to be taken seriously as a woman, not seen as some immature child - something she's been struggling with ever since the fall. but she'd also like to find a way to turn her current job into something more substantial. if she's going to be a jester, she wants to be the queen of the jesters. long live the queen of salt. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 🜔 that the bubble of her occupation will burst and she'll be back to square one, as she so often is. ever since the fall she never managed to have anything long lasting and given her body if her bubble bursts then the only thing waiting for her is years of minimum wage drudgery. no one should live like that, least of all someone who, in her mind, brings hilarity to their mortal lives.

Freyja, goddess of witchcraft and beyond

b l o o d s u g a r s e x m a g i c k
_{ᚠ ᚱ ᛅ ᚢ ᛁ ᛅ. 
ᚠ ᚱ ᛅ ᚢ ᛁ ᛅ.}

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	Rebecca Ferguson | #23E733 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Freyja | Freya | Freja | Freyia | The Lady ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Love | War | Sex | Magic | Beauty | Gold ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse ᚠ

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ᚠ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{the ripe fruit hangin' off the tree}}

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C O Q U E T R Y
C O Q U E T R Y

_{/ˈkōkətrē,kōˈketrē/}

^{The whispering voice in the back of your head that says to bring another to the dance floor; no, that sound isn't the saxophones of a certain carless whisper but rather the unspoken shot of confidence to make you approach the unapproachable in a social setting. Freyja had many powers in her time and most have been locked away in the chest of her boudoir, so to speak, but none stung quite so much as losing her handle on the finer points of seiðr. Still, it's not all a loss. She might not be able to conjure illusions but she can still inspire others with her voice and general aura. It's not perfect. Nothing is. But Freyja has a way of inspiring women to go for it with a well placed word and of courting men with a well placed careless whisper. With the right words of divine inspiration she can make her own kind of magic and never be left wanting for whatever she may desire, be it an object or, well, a desire. She doesn't have a one hundred percent success rate, but then who does?}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ᛒ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{I am the huntress; I am the queen. I walk in a room, they know my name}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ᚱ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{look into my eyes; i see you, honey}}

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Of course, there is much more to her than just a woman confident in her beauty and sexuality - and yet that always seems to be the main focus amongst those who once worshipped her. They talk about sex but forget to mention how loving she was. Freyja cared for women and beings, a kind, generous soul who wished for women to be themselves and to be so confidently, and she inspired women in hearth, in home, and in battle, for with beauty and compassion there must also come strength and resolve and intelligence. Theirs is a history of battle and Freyja was there with them, inspiring and leading the valkyrie under her retinue o'er the fields of the fallen, bringing those who died in honor to the eternal fields of Folkvangr. At least that was the plan. The idea. But so many plans never reach their fruition. Despite her differences with some of her fellow gods, she was always willing to set aside personal differences should they come to her for aid. She did so not expecting favors in return but just out of the graciousness and kindness in her core. She could weather their insults and dish them back in kind, from flyting to pure argument, and she could assist them knowing full well they would offer little thanks. But one need not a word of thanks to render aid - despite her enjoyment of gifts of sweet things, chocolate and honey, and the material goods that make for accessories. Such was her kindness that Freyja never looked down on the mortals that worshipped, but rather envied them in her own way. To live such lives was fascinating. It was that kindness that had her equipped to live among them... ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ᛒ After the fall there was confusion. There was anger. There were many and more stages felt by her peers but for Freyja there was an almost unusual calm. She was angry, yes, who among them wasn't, but she'd been angry before, she had to be when wars were waged in her name, but this was a different kind of anger. An anger at her fellow gods, who lived in vanity and excess and many who looked down on the mortals now having the bitter taste forever staining their teeth. For a great many centuries after the fall, Freyja lived by herself in a serene meadow surrounded by flowers and animals, though to the mortals on the outside the only thing they saw was a dilapidated old cabin and whispers of a crone. She lived like this until the last of her seiðr magick left her and the illusion was revealed. Try as she might, she could no longer use the magick of eld. She cried when the realization settled. She cried for a month. She cried until there were no more tears in her body. It had been the last time she cried in sorrow. It was the first time since the fall she had cried. It hadn't truly hit her until that point. Freyja integrated into mortal life after her cry, packing her belongings and living a semi-nomadic life, setting up shop as an apothecary here, a midwife there, always seeming to find herself around the great battles of mortal history, sometimes as a participant if she could disguise herself well enough but often as a triage medic, aiding the wounded and injured in her own way, saving lives or taking them with dignity. She became known as something of an angel of the battlefield in more than one war; many veterans share stories of a fair haired, beautiful medic that saved them from hell but none can agree on more specific details. Less a valkyrie and more a guardian angel of sorts, was Freyja. When she wasn't doing her time in the various conflicts of the world, she found it frighteningly easy to fill her more carnal desires. Numerous partners, men, women, former gods, mortals, the list was long enough to fill a library. Never anything serious. Never anything substantial. And yet, Freyja grew utterly bored of the constant carnal cravings and satisfactions and sought fulfillment elsewhere. Sure, she still engaged in a romp when she wanted, but as time grew on she sought it less and less and it became more out of whim and want rather than obligation and need. Her fulfillment came with her newfound passion for counseling troubled couples and women specifically. She always had a way with women, to inspire them to be the best versions of themselves, and that carried over nicely to the mental and physical health side of things. When a hundred years is but a blink of an eye, it's easy to pick up skills. From couples therapy - something she still does - to an OBGYN and fertility specialist who was published in a handful of medical journals, Doctor Karoline Nilsson has become something of a known figure in certain communities and, because of her contributions to women's health in body and mind, she has been listed as one of the more eligible bachelorette's, a title which has had more than one couple wonder what makes her qualified to speak on marital issues. If only they knew. But she continues to not have a significant other. She has her various bedroom antics, as anyone does, but the most stable relationship in her life are her two cats and her pet pig. Yes, she has a pet pig. She's Freyja, she likes boars and cats. Some things never change. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ᛊ Part of her wishes to truly become mortal and live out whatever is remaining of a mortal life, but she doesn't know how to breach the subject with her peers, so desperate for their approval she still is. A relationship isn't out of the question but it's not something she feels she needs to worry about. In the immediate future she'd like to open her own fertility clinic where any woman could have a safe environment, free of worry about medical bills. And selfishly she'd like to be able to use seiðr again. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ᛊ That her contributions to the mortal world will get underplayed simply based on the fact that she's a single woman. That ever since crying her final tear she might never truly feel things strongly again.

Tsukuyomi, goddess of the moon

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月 読 尊}

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	Meisa Kuroki | #79A6BE ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Tsukuyomi | Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ The Moon and The Night Sky ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Japanese ⚸

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ☽ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{I'm that bad type; make your girlfriend mad type}}

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N O C T U R N A L
N O C T U R N A L

_{/näkˈtərnl/}

^{Under cover of night, anything goes. The secrets come out to play. The restless stir. The night has its fun before the dawn spoils it all away. There was a time when the moon being in the sky meant Tsukuyomi had eyes everywhere, could see the world under moonlight, every nook, every crany, nothing beyond her reach or her vision. Sad that she can't claim as such anymore. She can, however, claim perfect vision when the lights are out, when the moon is high. There is no darkness she can't see through as clear as day; fitting for one whose domain is when the normal are asleep. In contrast to her paramour, Tsukuyomi can also dim and turn off any light - unless a certain bright spot fights her on it. Try as she might to deny it, the sun always rises and with it the light. While not killed by the light like some kind of vampire, she vastly prefers the night to the day. It's no wonder she's so pale.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ☽ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{I'm the only one alive in the dead of night}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Reito Otoko ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 37 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Lesbian, Female, She/Her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ By day, Reito Otoko is the never-seen CEO of OtoKorp. Tsukuyomi, under the stage name of 'Ruru' is the public 'face' of OtoKorp, being used as a model in many of their adverts including shilling junk food, diet pills, and other things meant to enhance the worst parts of mortals and their excess. By night, 'Tsukino' who looks suspiciously like 'Ruru' finds work as a high quality dominatrix for hire. Despite her sexuality, she takes clients of any gender.

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ☾ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{if i seem too serene, torture me}}

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What is true is the married couple Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi were at a feast held in Amaterasu's honor. Tsukuyomi did so hate the stuffy affairs though understood their necessity and how they needed to be done. For her wife, for her love, everything needed to be perfect. Everything needed to be orderly. They loved order. Their caterer made a delicious feast, but she did so in a disgusting fashion. How could her wife eat something prepared in so uncouth a manner? Tsukuyomi sought only to punish Uke Mochi. She went too far. One star was snuffed out in the night sky. Tsukuyomi did what she did for love. Amaterasu didn't see that. Stare too much at the light and you go blind. Amaterasu was furious. Years of pent up feelings came out in a violent exchange. Tsukuyomi saw no fault in her actions, she did it for love. Amaterasu saw Tsukuyomi for what she truly was in that moment. She cast their marriage aside and fled. Tsukuyomi had never known such betrayal, had never figured the love, the light of her life, could be so cold. She told her brother-in-law, Susanoo, about the betrayal and Susanoo's rage was second only to Tsukuyomi's resentment of the 'divorce'. The denial. Tsukuyomi would have her love back. When Amaterasu fled to a cave, Tsukuyomi spread her own dark influences, letting the night exist without word of the approaching dawn. It did not lest. Their peers knew Tsukuyomi's night would only harm the world. But what did the world matter when Tsukuyomi's light was gone? When Amaterasu returned light to the world, Tsukuyomi continued her pursuit. Whenever the Moon got too close, the Sun would simply move, and on and on the Moon's quest continued. No matter what, she would be with her Sun again. No matter how long it took. Even if she had to burn out the sun and wrap it in her nightly embrace. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ⚸ The fall seemed like the perfect opportunity. Tsukuyomi tried to take the vulnerable Amaterasu back under her command. Back to their blissful married life. It didn't take, and in her anger, Tsukuyomi did the unthinkable. She took her aggression out on a mortal. And then another. And then she fled, giving the Sun time to grieve on her own. As the Imperial Family of Japan rose up, claiming divine lineage, it became clear that the various atrocities of those in power who claimed divine right were not done truly in the name of the Sun. A certain whisper to the right ears was all it took. Tsukuyomi had known how emotional her wife had been, how in tune to the prayers and praise of the mortals, that to have terrible deeds justified in her name had to have stung. If Tsukuyomi couldn't have Amaterasu at her strongest, then she would simply weaken her love and pick up the pieces, putting them back together in the way she wanted. Tsukuyomi involved herself in various conflicts over the years, sometimes as a willing participant, other times as little more than a puppet master, always with the goal of bringing Amaterasu low. When that didn't work and Amaterasu turned instead to being a shrine maiden, Tsukuyomi spent countless hours, days, years simply vandalizing shrines to Amaterasu. There were not many shrines to Tsukuyomi. How could there be. Who wished to revere a cold, uncaring murderer? Even the one Amaterasu watched over never had as much attention. Every year when it came time to have the fruit, Tsukuyomi attempted to get her wife back. Every year she went home denied. But never deterred. Over the many, many years, Tsukuyomi grew to understand the way the mortals thought. How they were fickle. How they were liars. How they were hopeless. How given enough time they would wipe each other out. How there was no point in ruling over them when they could just ruin themselves. How many atrocities had been done in the name of their beliefs? Even after the fall they still found ways to maim and abuse and murder. They were kindred spirits in a way, except the mortals hid their true nature from one another while Tsukuyomi embraced it. As the the world grew more advanced, Reito Otoko established OtoKorp and used the power of suggestion to make herself rich and the mortals fat, lazy, stupid, and dead. Through pointed advertising over the years, Reito Otoko became wealthy and the products pushed by OtoKorp included drinks that sped up heart disease, pills that didn't work but were easy to cause addiction, food that was made cheaply and sold in bulk to encourage obesity, devices for lonely sorts to simply spend their days finding new ways to pleasure themselves to obscurity. Soon enough OtoKorp was selling those products in movies. Television. Books. Magazines. Anywhere. Everywhere. And it was all legal. Slap a pretty girl or a handsome man and people will buy anything. OtoKorp deliberately set up its corporate headquarters incredibly close to Amaterasu's company - and OtoKorp made sure their building was taller, just so Amaterasu would always know the shadow of Tsukuyomi was always around. Even still, after all this time, Tsukuyomi is convinced that she and Amaterasu will be together again. Not a month goes by where Tskuyomi isn't sending Amaterasu messages, visits, whatever she can get just to let Amaterasu know that they will be together. Where one goes, the other will follow. One seeks to lift humanity up. The other will continue to contribute to its inevitable decline. If the ashes of the mortal world are what it takes for the Sun and the Moon to be together again, then let it all burn. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 月 Her goal is, as it has always been, rekindling the marriage she once had. She is also engaged in a bit of a longstanding debate on the nature of mortals and she believes proving her statements correct will aid her pursuit of her Sun. Tsukuyomi has little love for mortals, seeing them as little more than burdens she can use for her own ends. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 月 That in spite of everything, she will never know the loving warmth of her Sun. The only thing more worrisome than that is her Sun choosing not to eat the fruit. She won't let that happen. They have to be together. Forever. No matter what.

Cerridwen, goddess of grain

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	Katy Townsend | #EEDE47 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Cerridwen | Keeper of the Cauldron | The White Witch ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Inspiration | Rebirth | Herbology | Grain | ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Celtic 🌿

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ⚗️ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
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_/ˈalkəmē/

^{What do you get when you mix powdered root of asphodel and an infusion of wormwood? Well, beyond ten points to or from your house of choice, the answer is no one really knows. Alchemy is a fine art. A fine art of dashed and dabs, of mixtures and stirring, of trial and error. Cerridwen has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of remedies and tonics and, importantly, herbs, and how they work together. It's almost like she can talk to the earth and its riches in order to help her own salves and potions. In a different life she could've been a doctor. Her knowledge of what plants and herbs and grains are remains, and she can say what they are upon sight, but she no longer hears their voices, and more and more of her crops have come out lacking in later years. Concerning. For her customers, anyway.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 🚬 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{you introduced me to my mind; left me wanting you and your kind}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Paisley Sinclair ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 29 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ pansexual, female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Owner of The Emerald Kelpie

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 🍃 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{when the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ⚗️ How far would you go for family? For love? For beauty? As with so many stories, Cerridwen's begins with the familiar adage of 'once upon a time'. There was a time when everyone knew the name of the great Witch of the White, a witch whose brews and magic were so potent that a single drop could kill the hardiest man or beast, but thankfully due to her good nature and desire to do no harm, her potions were instead used to save life, not end it. Save life, yes, but also often to enhance or alter or transform. Hers was the Cauldron of Knowledge and thus was the source of much of her talents. This fabled witch, whose talents extended also to that of shapeshifting - her favorite form being that of a beautifully white sow - like many a woman found love and with that love came marriage and with that marriage came children - in exactly that order, no more, no less, no deviation, no mess. Two children, a girl as beautiful as the sunrise, and a boy as foul and repugnant as the dark. The witch loved her children equally, but knew her son would struggle, vanity was such an important part of life, and so she sought to use her talents to aid him. To make him beautiful. Her potions would help. They always would. For one long year she had to prepare, to gather ingredients, to add them, mix them, stir them just right, carefully measuring each and every bit. For one long year everything was going perfect. She requested the aid of two locals as she gathered more ingredients. One to stir the cauldron, one to tend the fire. She warned the lads that in the potion's current state, three drops would grant the knowledge and beauty she sought, but anymore would be fatal. The stirrer accidentally spilled three drops, hot as the sun, onto his thumb and in instinct he stuck his thumb in his mouth to cool off the burn. His mistake made and cursed with the knowledge of what the Witch would do to him, he fled. And so the Witch pursued him. He became a rabbit, she a dog to hunt him. He became a bird, she became a hawk to prey upon him. He became a fish, she became an otter to catch him. He became a single grain of corn, she became a hen and ate him. He did not die and instead found himself reborn. The witch, with murderous intent, gave birth to a child she meant to kill for ruining her plans with her first son, but this baby was so radiant that she could not bring herself to go through with the horrific deed, sending him instead downriver for him to forge his own path. How much is true? Who can say. Maybe all of it. Maybe none of it. What is known is only that there existed a woman so tied to nature and concoctions that she was said to be both enchantress and goddess all rolled into one. When, you ask? When did she walk this earth, gathering herbs and grains for her potions and tonics? Why, once upon a time. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ⚗️ Cerridwen was almost unaffected by the fall at first, having decided to live amongst the mortals during the height of divinity anyway - her time as the White Witch was rife with visitors calling upon her aid, praying to her for love or wealth or beauty or pregnancy or whatever they could hope to find in a potion. She certainly felt different after the fact, it was as if she had been hearing all her life and then woke up unable to hear even her own heartbeat. Fear swept through her. Panic. Anger. The gamut of emotions. She almost burned down her home in the woods of Gwynedd, but in so doing a calming smell wafted through her nose. An herb she had never thought to burn before. Its smell was calming. She had never known such calm. And with it such hunger. She sought to understand this herb and so began to grow it. It was so much more difficult without being able to hear the call of the earth. She failed to replicate that first waft, that life changing feeling. But it was okay. She had time on her side. During her experimenting on replicating the herb, she still managed to integrate with the mortals. She was no longer the fabled Witch of the White but her experience with remedies and herbs, though stifled somewhat after the fall, allowed her to find work with doctors and charlatans alike, allowed her to sell tinctures, tonics, and medical miracles that worked about as often as they didn't. It was never her intention to swindle, but when balding sorts requested a tonic to make their hair grow, sometimes the best course was just to bend the truth and hope for the best. As she grew on, she turned her pursuits more towards the mystery of the herb. While never quite replicating that first strain, she did settle upon a consistent one. She found that it helped calm people, helped inspire others, and in some it helped their illness. She might have lost her connection with the natural world but she could still do what she could to help, to inspire, to provide a vital service. As the world turned towards the modern, she found an entire culture had risen up around herbs, a culture she took part in rather directly. Once the strange hang up on 'legality' became less of an issue, Paisely Sinclair opened a dispensary, after having her own grow-op which she contributed to local dealers. A supplier of fine quality as she provided was in high demand, and being able to go into business for herself was a game changer. It was just like having her house in the woods, except it was located within walking distance of about four places with products far more addictive and habit forming than what she sold. It's not much, but it's a vital service. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ 🚬 To help the mortal hang-up over what is a harmless plant. She'd also like to find the secret to that first initial herb, but it seems more and more unlikely after so long. Though the stories of her, specifically in regards to her children, might well be made up or exaggerated, she would like to maybe try to find romance - but for some reason mortals say they want a 'gothy, stoner, pixie haired gf' but then when one comes knocking they just leave her hanging. Weird. She'd also like to try her hand at poetry again, it's been so long. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ 🚬 That despite all her studies and knowledge over the years, all she'll ever be seen as is no different than the clowns in 'stoner movies'. She has a longstanding lack of confidence in self that only gets exacerbated as time goes on. That for all her obsession with her herbs that her more artistic desires have suffered, namely her poetry.

What shows/movies are you watching?

Ms. Marvel good.

Next thing I care about in that franchise is next year so I'll be back then

Marvel: Judgment Day

I'll join this

What shows/movies are you watching?

Thor 4 is fine. It's another of those movies that does nothing extraordinary and somethings poorly but you already know if you're gonna see it or not so whatever

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Neon White is the coolest game of the year and nothing will match it.

What shows/movies are you watching?

I've read and watched a lot of science fiction. (Most recently a cancelled show called, Dark Matter. Where it botched the premise and mystery element fairly quickly.)

And I've still struggled to find anything in the genre that I could call "my favorite", aside from a few anime. (Which seems to be the only exception, for how often I find myself feeling indifferent to this genre.)

*shrugs*

@SleepingSilence

I mean I've read and watched a lot of fantasy and I think fantasy is largely all garbage piles so maybe it's just not the genre for you.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

@Dark Cloud Persona 3 Portable, 4 Golden, and 5 Royal are coming to the Switch

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Definitely need to actually play Persona (here's hoping a non-strikers Persona game comes to Switch right? xD)

@Dark Cloud

Boy have I got news for you

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

@Dark Cloud

On one hand you are entitled to your opinion,

On the other you have to at least commend them for even making it possible. Most wanted or not, Disney's stingy with their copyright.

@Majoras End

To be fair, it turns out Disney was super cool with Sora being added to Smash, it was Nomura who was the holdout.

Probably because Disney was like "Will it make us money? Okay go for it"

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Oh also I'm late saying this but putting Sora in Smash was the stupidest thing I've experienced. Fuck you Sakuri, there were plenty more ICONIC characters but no! The character with no fucking personality whatsoever was chosen, Sora just has famous friends and no real substance.

@Dark Cloud