#smite hel

[sigyn-foxyposts]

"When nights were better"

Smite! Loki fam having a good old nap!

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[demon64]

A while back I posited the idea of Darksiders crossovers into other games, and it just struck me that I did not mention a game that I could totally see the Darksiders characters as character skins in.

SMITE.

Death: At first thought it's obvious who Death could be a skin for Thanatos. I will posit another idea however... Set. Both Death and Set got the acrobatic combat with a staff or scythe, and some of Set's abilities are similar to what Death can do.

Strife: I'm thinking Apollo, just instead of finger guns it's actual guns. Or maybe Loki, considering Strife is the more mischievous of the Four Horsemen and has more Trickster like abilities in Darksiders Genesis.

War: I guess maybe Ares or Tyr, whichever works a bit better. I'm leaning more towards Tyr since what I remember of game play it looks like stuff War can do.

Fury: the only one that comes to mind is Bastet, since I'm pretty sure both use whips as weapons. Or maybe as a skin for Sol, considering Fury's Flame Hollow. Or maybe even Hel.

Azrael: maybe Charon, I don't know, I'd have to look through the list of Gods for SMITE. Or maybe as a skin for Chronos?

Samael: Chernobog comes to mind first, along with maybe Surtr or Thor.

Uriel: that's kinda easy... Bellona. Or maybe Nike or Nemesis

Abbadon: Odin might work?

Ulthane: who else but Vulcan? Dude fits as a skin for Vulcan pretty well if I say so myself. Also could probably work as an Ymir skin, I think.

#darksiders series #darksiders #four horsemen of the apocalypse #war #death #fury #strife #ulthane #samael #azrael #uriel #abbadon #smite game #thanatos #set #apollo #loki #ares #tyr #sol #hel #charon #chronos #bellona #nike #surtr #thor #crossover idea #random thoughts

[schrobingerinc]

Chernobog and redesign of some Norse ladies

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[hyqnotix]

Teammate went AFK, won the game 2v3

#xbox one #smite #gameplay #hel #cerberus #2v3

[huramuna]

downpour - oneshot.

modern aegon ii targaryen x nanny reader minors dni, you will be smited.

this is for @targaryen-dynasty sleepover challenge 🤭 i got the babysitter au + the prompt 'why so shy?' i had so much fun with this, modern aegon is a menace and also a sopping wet cat.

word count: 4.5k

content: smutty smut smut (specifics under cut), aegon being a little shit (we love it), saltburn spoilers (lol), allusions to drug / alcohol abuse and rehabilitation, mullet aegon, jaehaera and jaehaerys are hel's kids but they have an unnamed / unrelated father, gratuitous use of song lyrics, probably a touch of power imbalance because of her job

murder on the dance floor - sophie ellis-bexter

warnings: oral (m receiving), face slapping w/ cock, degradation, dirty talk (this man never shuts up), face fucking / deepthroat, cum on face

“Jaehaerys! Jaehaera! Please don’t run in the house with muddy boots!” you called fervently, trying to collapse the umbrella with one hand, two teddy bears slung in the other. 

“We won’t!” they both called in unison, followed by the unmistakable sound of muddy galoshes squeaking over the marble floor. You suppressed the urge to groan as you entered the exquisite home through the french doors that led to the backyard. 

“Boots off, little ones!” you called again, kicking off your own shoes in a haste to catch the gremlins before they tracked grime all over madam Alicent’s home. You had been working at the Targaryen estate for the better part of a year as a live-in nanny for Lady Alicent’s two grandchildren– twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. It was a wonderful job for the most part, as the twins were a delight and you had grown to have a strong friendship with their mother, Helaena. She was a bit dreamy-eyed and wistful, but was a wonderful mother nonetheless, even if she did have her melancholic days. 

The estate was huge and ancient, passed down from generations through Helaena’s father’s side, which was apparently a near royal bloodline from days long foregone. Viserys Targaryen, the father in question, was hardly ever home. He managed the family business (whatever it may be, you didn’t find it in you to ask– all you knew is that they were dirty rich) with his other daughter, Rhaenyra, from his first marriage. He had four children with Alicent, Helaena being the only one of the brood to still live at home.

 You’d met two of the others as well; Aemond, a lawyer in the family business who was, in short, all business and no play. He never regarded you, really, besides a quick glance or stiff nod. He had, however, slipped you a eight-thousand dollar bonus at Christmas time with a simple card that read;

Thank you for taking care of the twins and my sister. And keeping my mother sane.

- A.T

The other sibling, Daeron, was the youngest of the bunch, visited usually during holidays, as he constantly was studying abroad. ‘Sowing his wild oats’, as Helaena had put it. He was cordial to you and very much had a boyish charm, and Helaena loved to joke that he had a crush on you. When he had come home for New Year’s, he brought you a souvenir from Iceland, an authentic lopapeysa sweater, made from wool and sewn with a beautiful geometric design. 

“Awh, Daeron wants you to stay warm, lovey,” Helaena teased. 

“I-It’s just– her hands are always so cold, a-and the wool is supposed to help keep warm! The inner layer is insulating.” Daeron had stammered, the tips of his ears growing red. 

“Uncle Daeron has a brush!” Jaehaera squeaked, her words whistling through her tooth gap, she’d lost her first baby tooth just the week before.

“A crush, he’s got a crush!” Jaehaerys corrected softly. 

Alicent thought the whole thing very amusing.

That left one child you hadn’t met. You didn’t know much about him aside from small bits of conversation you’d picked up on between the rest of the family. Aegon. The eldest of all of them, and apparently the troublemaker of the bunch. You knew what he looked like from the portraits– blonde hair like the rest but with severely more bags under his eyes. Upon entering the home, one would see the chronological order of family portraits. 

It starts with Viserys, Alicent, and baby Aegon; the latter of whom is happy and chubby and bubbly. 

Then, it moves to the three of them, plus baby Helaena, with her wide blue-eyed stare at the camera. Aegon is still happy.

The next one adds the addition of baby Aemond– there is a glint of sentience in Aegon’s eyes, but he hasn’t experienced the crushing blows of reality yet.

You weren’t exactly sure, but as he got older, he became more morose– more bags, less light in his eyes. Then came the ear piercings, the tattoos, the head shaving, the bloodshot in the whites of his eyes. The portraits ended with this past year’s Christmas photo. Aegon was noticeably missing from it. You’d heard during one of Alicent’s phone conversations with her father that Aegon was in rehabilitation for a myriad of issues, and looking at his photos, you could only guess which one was the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

A particularly harsh clap of thunder broke you from your thoughts, coming back to yourself. You scooped up Jaehaera before she stepped on the carpet with the muddy shoes. “C’mon, let's get cleaned up for lunch, yeah? What do we want for lunch today, lovies?” 

“Grilled cheese n’ tomato soup.”

“No! I want mac n’ cheese.” 

The squabbling ensued, the twins arguing back and forth for a few moments before you butt in. “Alright, how about– whoever gets the floor the cleanest and puts their galoshes by the washroom the fastest gets to pick?” 

The twins squealed in delight as they absconded from your sight, effectively going to do your bidding for you. You would, however, just end up making both meals anyway. As you moved to the kitchen, the sound of the doorbell rang. You bustled to the door, not sure who to expect– there weren’t many roving visitors in and out of the estate unless Alicent was explicitly expecting company– which you had triple checked the calendar when you woke up that morning.

You opened the door, expecting to see a debutante or someone of Alicent’s social circle– ‘twas not the case. You recognized him immediately, seeing his mother’s face in his own. Aegon. He was muddy, dirt flecks splashed on his face as he stood under the stoop trying to get away from the pouring rain. His face was a bit healthier than you’d seen it, the dark circles were still there, but not as prominent. It was like a gloomy day, rather than a full blown storm under his eyes. He had the wisps of a beard starting on his jawline, and his hair was cut into a makeshift mullet, longer in the back.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, hands in his pockets. 

“Erm– the… the nanny. For the children.” you stammered, his tone catching you off guard. You glanced behind him, seeing a beat up dirt bike caked in mud– that was probably how he got here. 

“A nanny? You’re a bit young for that, yeah? My nanny’s were all wrinkly old prunes.” 

“Oh– uhm, come in, Mr. Targaryen.” 

He perked a brow at the name, but didn’t say anything. He beat the bottom of his boots on the doormat, which didn’t accomplish much. He immediately began to track mud on the floor. “Mum home? Hel?” 

“Lady Alicent is… upstairs,” you offered, following behind him at a quick pace. “Helaena is taking a nap– the storm–” 

“Yeah, I know ‘bout Hel’s issues with storms. Don’t need to tell me twice. So, you got a name, or are you just the nanny?” 

You gave him your name as you glanced at the clock– it was almost time for the children’s lunch and you hadn’t even put it on the stove yet! 

“Got any food around here? Fuckin’ famished.” he added then as he nosed around the kitchen, hands still in his pockets. 

“I’m just about to make lunch for the twins– uhm, I can make you something too if you’d like.” you walked past him, quickly putting some pots on the stove and starting the gas. You and the twins were on a strict schedule, and if they didn’t get their lunch on time, they would turn into hellions. 

“Sure. Whatever the kids are having. I’m not picky.” Aegon waved his hand behind his head as he disappeared from the kitchen and clomped up the stairs, likely to speak with his mother. You fretted for Alicent’s mental state once that was done, and you felt even guiltier for not giving her a heads up.

As the tomato soup heated on the stove and the water began to boil for the macaroni, you unlocked your phone– you were curious about Aegon and why he’d come back, exactly. Well, of course, besides the fact that he lived here (or did, at some point) he was still supposed to be in rehab for another three months. You went to instagram, rolling your eyes as you saw that his profile was on ‘suggested for you to follow!’ 

You clicked to his most recent photo, the first that he’d posted in over a year.

“Jesus christ,” you muttered under your breath as you put down your phone on the counter to stir the soup. 

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” Aegon teased behind you. When the fuck had he gotten there? “Soup n’ mac and cheese?”

“Tomato soup and grilled cheese for Jaehaera, mac and cheese for Jaehaerys.” you responded plainly, trying not to notice that he was practically breathing down your neck. You glanced over as he leaned on the counter, where you had left your phone. Unlocked. Like an idiot. On his instagram page.

“Curious about me, are you? I’m surprised you haven’t heard enough about me from my mum.” 

“I don’t like to pry into Lady Alicent’s affairs–” 

“I wouldn’t consider myself an affair, more like a one time fling, eh?” Aegon snorted, grabbing your phone. It took every fiber of your being to not break all sense of decorum you held to snatch it back from him. “You’re not following me– let’s change that,” he mused, beginning to scroll through your page now. “Lots of pictures of the kids here– ooh, a trip to the seaside. There’s no pictures of you on here, eh? Only of… my family n’ other stupid shit, like the ocean.” 

“I’m a live-in nanny, sir,” you grit out, stirring the soup with more force than necessary. You consider yourself a patient person, and have become accustomed to how people in the Targaryen’s circle made their jabs. High society and filthy rich people had their own language of insults– ones that you wouldn’t realize they were insulting you until much, much later. It was like a game with a slow burning poison. But Aegon, apparently, was different. There was nothing meticulous about his jabs, no filter, no slow burning poison. It was all punch and sting, like a bite from a rabid dog rather than a viper. “I usually attend family trips.”

“Live-in, huh?” he drawled, his arm leaning over the counter in such a laissez-faire manner that you could feel yourself scowling. “Don’t get much action then, I take it? Let’s see if there’s any nudie judies on here, then…” 

“N-no!” you broke then, all sense of manners flying out of your body as you struggled to take back your phone.

“Why so shy? Got something on here you don’t want me to see?” he staved you off, a hand planted firmly on your shoulder as he scrolled through your photos, making all sorts of gaudy faces. You didn’t really have anything overtly scandalous, maybe a few lingerie shots for an old boyfriend.

“Aegon, leave her alone. Give her back her phone.” Alicent’s voice cut through the room like a knife, stunning both of you.

He sheepishly gave you back your phone as she crooked a finger to her son, ushering him to a room on the farther side of the house. 

As you fed the twins their lunch, you overheard some yelling, arguing and heated voices. You only saw Aegon later when going to your room to get ready for bed. His eyes were teary and red. 

— 

The next few weeks went by with some normalcy— everything was as usual, except it was like you had a third child to care for; Aegon. Except this child didn’t listen at all and had terrible habits. He was constantly flirting with you, but also would weave in jabs at the same time— you couldn’t quite tell if he even liked you or not. Not that it mattered, anyway.

You were sneaking in your own lunch one afternoon, eating scraps from the twin’s lunch while they napped— basically just the crust you cut off of the grilled cheese and the small bit of soup left in the pot. 

“You eat like a mouse.” Aegon said, always managing to be there to annoy you. 

“Too much food makes me tired— I won’t be able to keep up with them if I’m sluggish.” 

“Could always drink a red bull or a monster, instead.” he offered, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it in the kitchen. 

“You shouldn’t do that inside. It’s bad for the children’s lungs. Lady Alicent says—,” 

“Well, it’s my fuckin’ house too, innit? I can smoke in here if I well and bloody like,” he growled, exhaling a puff of smoke into your face. “My mum must be paying you extra to be my nanny too, then? The way you’re up my ass all the time.” he flicked ash in your direction. 

You crossed your arms tightly over your chest. He was goading you, baiting you into a reaction. He was being insufferable on purpose. You could tell by his pearly white smile he currently had plastered to his face, like a smug little— 

“Never had a nanny so pretty, though,” he continued. “If I asked real nice, would you feed me soup? Dress me up? Give me a bath if I’m real dirty?” he got closer and you could smell him— the smell of marlboro reds and cheap aftershave that had become synonymous with Aegon blew out your senses until it was all consuming.

Your mouth parted as you tried to think of some witty response, some barb, some jab— but nothing came out. You just huffed and turned away from him in an attempt to hide your red cheeks. Why were you blushing? 

You could practically hear the cockiness ooze from him, his mouth perked into a cheeky smile as he stole one of the crusts. He knew he’d gotten to you. 

—

It’d now been over a month since Aegon moved back home and the building tension between you two hadn’t let up a bit— you constantly felt trapped and elated all at once. When you saw him, your chest fluttered slightly in anxiety and anticipation. What was wrong with you? 

It was a dark, gloomy day. The seasonal storms were in full swing, pelting the estate in rain and hail. Alicent, Helaena, and the twins were out on an escapade to Alicent’s father’s house— you guessed Aegon hadn’t gone. But, it was a huge house, so surely you could enjoy some of your time off without seeing him? 

A rumble of thunder shook the house, rattling its constitution— and then the lights flickered. Flickered… flickered… then… out. It was dark, then, even with your window shades open. You turned on your phone flashlight and tiptoed out of your room, going to see if perhaps you could smack the backup generator into working. 

You hadn’t expected to work today, nor see anyone, as Alicent had given you the day off. So, you were subsequently dressed in your pajamas— a hilariously oversized Bass Pro Shop shirt (a gift from your dad in America) and cat-patterned sleeping shorts. Your toes cracked and creeped on the floorboards with each movement, and to your chagrin, as you passed Aegon’s door, it opened. He was wearing a shirt that said “MILF: Man I love Fishing”, with just his boxer briefs on, which didn’t seem to bother him at all. 

“Oh. You’re still here.” 

“Yes?” 

“Sorry, thought you were gone with the rest. Sad, I can’t do the Saltburn thing now.” 

“The… what?” 

“The Saltburn thing? Dance around the empty mansion to myself with my cock out.” 

“What.” you responded with the most deadpan tone.

“Dance… with my cock out?” he repeated.

“No– I know what you said– but why?” 

“Why not?” 

You rolled your eyes, shifting the conversation. “So, the power is out– uhm, do you know where the backup generator is?” 

“In the wine cellar. Nifty, huh?” 

“... the… wine cellar. I can’t say I’ve been down there yet.”

“I know it like the back of my hand, c’mon then. I’m sure I can kick the old gen in the nads and get it to work.” Aegon said with surprising confidence, turning on his phone’s flashlight and half blinding you. 

You followed behind him, to which he hummed ‘Murder on the Dancefloor’ while doing a half-assed dance, apparently from some movie that was definitely something you hadn’t watched– you don’t remember the last time you watched a movie that wasn’t geared towards the twins. 

“So basically… he had the whole mansion to himself, and then he dances through it with his cock out, hanging massive brain, y’know? It's murder on the dance floor, you better not kill the groove,” he imitates the dance, sprawling his arms out in the doorway to the wine cellar and shaking his bottom a bit, which was, admittedly, nicely fit in his snug boxer briefs. You felt a strange heat flush to your cheeks.

“And this… is a… what? Comedy?” 

“Well, categorically no– I’m not a film aficionado. I guess it could be considered a psychological thriller, but I thought it was pretty funny,” he stopped before continuing into the cellar. “It gets pretty hairy in here, so stick close, okay? Ever seen The Conjuring?” 

“... yes, actually. Horror movies are kind of my favorite.” 

“Ah, a girl after my own heart,” he mused. “Well, think of the basement in that movie, but instead of a bunch of old useless shit, it’s a bunch of old wine.”

“And… instead of ghosts?” 

“Oh, there’s definitely ghosts.” 

“... what.” 

“Yeah, estate is haunted. You haven’t noticed?” 

“Shut up.” you murmured. You were a huge fan of horror movies while simultaneously being a huge chicken shit when it came to scary things– you were prone to hiding your face before the big jumpscare or running up the stairs from the kitchen when it was dark, just in case something was chasing you– and your feet had to be covered by the blanket at all times when sleeping.

“Aww, you scared?” Aegon teased, turning to you.

“I mean– ghosts are scary. Of course!” you offered sheepishly, pulling up the collar of your oversized shirt to cover your nose and mouth in an almost hiding manner– a nervous habit of yours. 

“I’ll keep you safe, love, no worries about that.” 

“... that’s what they always say, right? Then they totally leave behind their girlfriends to get stabbed by the killer or… eaten by the monster.”

“You my girlfriend now?” he asked, that stupidly annoying and somehow charming smug energy exuding off of him in waves. 

“Shut up.” you grumbled as you both approached the generator. It was covered in dust and hadn’t been touched or tended to in a long time, it looked like. “Do… you know what you’re doing?” you asked Aegon tentatively, watching as he inspected it.

“Me? Oh, fuck no. I never know what I’m doing, honestly,” he shrugged, giving the metal box a kick and haphazardly pressing some buttons. “No dice, sweetheart. ‘Spose you’ll have to dance in the dark with me for a bit longer, huh? But, if there's a ghost, you'll be... ghost food, or whatever.” 

You pinched your brow in annoyance. “I don’t understand you.” 

“What’s there to understand? I’m a pretty open book, you know.”

“No– you aren’t. You flirt with me but also… insult me? I don’t get it.”

“It’s called teasing– picking? Picking on? Getting the goat?” 

“What? So, like a little boy pulling a girl’s pigtails on the playground because he likes her? That makes absolutely no sense, Aegon.” 

“If you spend your time trying to find a reason for it, you’ll go insane. Why not just enjoy the point of it? I like you.” he breathed, suddenly very close to you. He set his phone aside on top of the generator, flashlight up. It illuminated the walls of wine and cast shadows of cobwebs and dust all around the both of you.

“What?” 

“Are you deaf– I. Like. You.” he repeated, his knees bumping yours as you were practically glued together, your back now against the ancient stone wall.

Your lips parted as you inhaled a breath– okay, you weren’t exactly expecting him to say that, or even like you at all– you figured the flirting was all hot air, a defense mechanism, something for fun, not… real. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you became all too aware of the fact that you hadn’t been touched since you got this job, maybe even before that– and your previous boyfriends never made you feel… flustered like this. You couldn’t form words as he, uncharacteristically cautiously, put his hand on your cheek. He was so close, so close– his body heat mingled with your inherent coldness and warmed you instantly. You weren’t sure what came over you, but you leaned forward, slotting your lips against his. What the actual fuck were you doing– you were kissing your boss’ son, her notoriously bad mannered, foul mouthed, sloven slob of a son, and you liked it. Your hand instantly went to the back of his head, fingers grazing through his choppy curls– even giving them an experimental tug, which he seemed to enjoy, by the indication of something poking you in your thigh. 

His lips moved against yours like a dance, and you couldn’t get the fucking song he was singing earlier out of your head– It’s murder on the dancefloor– you grasped at his hip, it was fleshy and pleasant, the tips of your finger slipping under the elastic of his briefs– But you better not kill the groove– his hands were exploring, too, under your stupid Bass Pro shop shirt, groping at your breasts with reckless abandon – If you think you're getting away, I will prove you wrong – the heat rose in your body until you couldn’t take it any longer, the two of you were practically eating each other alive in this dank, dusty cellar and it was undoubtedly the hottest experience of your life – I'll take you all the way, boy, just come along – your lips parted for a moment, still connected by a string of saliva, bridging the gap between the two of you – Hear me when I say, hey –

“On your knees for me, love?” he asked, his voice suddenly so deep and husky, his thumb skimming over your collarbone. 

You fell to your knees for him so quickly– how pathetic. He wriggled down his briefs, already leaking at the fat tip of his cock. He wasn’t overly long, but he was girthy, like a beer can. Your eyes widened, which he must’ve noticed, as his face was plastered with a shit-eating grin. Your mind immediately went to an image of a so-called ‘American delicacy’ (your father’s words, not yours) called Beer can chicken, in which a can of beer is shoved in the ass end of a chicken and grilled. It is apparently as delicious as it is horrifying. Your throat bobbed as you surveyed it, a tentative hand around the base. He shook his head, prying your hand from him.

“Nope, mouth only. Open up, be a good girl.” Aegon muttered, looking down at you, the light of his phone flashlight illuminating him from below– he looked like a God. Or maybe a devil. 

Your mouth parted as his hand guided you forward. You wholly expected him to nestle in your mouth, but he surprised you with a slap to your face with his cock. It didn’t hurt, just caused you to yelp in surprise. He smeared some of the pre-come across your cheek, then slapped the head of his length on your waiting tongue. It was somewhat degrading, what he was doing– but it lit a goddamn fire under your ass, the neurons of depravity in your body, wherever they may lie, were alight with each nasty little gesture Aegon gave you, before he finally slid home. It stretched out your mouth, prodding at the back of your throat. 

“What would everyone else think, hm? If they knew you were such a fuckin’ slut.” he growled, gathering your hair in his fist like it owed him money, beginning to fuck himself into your mouth, careful to pay attention to your body language to make sure he wasn’t working you over too much. He made sure to be extra careful with his toys, rather than break them.

Tears welled, spilling down your face as you let him use you, degrade you– and yet, he also praised you.

“–such a good girl for me–”

“–you can take a little more, there you go–”

“–prettiest throat I’ve ever fucked–”

You felt like you were on fire, set ablaze by arousal you’d never experienced before– was this what they sang songs about? Dirty, borderline pornographic songs but the point still stood.

You had to chalk it up to the barometric pressure of the storm, right? Aegon wasn’t your type— your type was… well-adjusted, non-addicts, non-bad boy, non-troublemakers. Aegon was the antithesis of what you were into. 

And yet— you were into him. You were into him in a pathetic, pitiful way. It made you cringe to think about but you couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes, nor could you forget the way he was whimpering— fucking whimpering! You squeezed your thighs together slightly at the sound of it, at the blurry-eyed, teary sight of him looking down at you on your knees, eyes half lidded. 

He pulled out with a particularly throaty grunt, painting your face in his unnaturally warm seed, somehow careful enough not to get it in your eyes– small mercies. Your lungs inflated with oxygen once more as you caught your breath, trying to gather yourself. You felt the swathe of cloth over your face as Aegon cleaned you up with his ‘MILF: Man I Love Fishing’ shirt, which he had apparently taken off. 

“You good?”

You nodded slowly as he helped you to your feet, brushing off your knees with the clean part of his shirt. 

“Um– so,” he still held onto you, as if he was afraid you’d run away. “Do you want to watch a movie with me later, when the power is back on? Like, actually watch it– I won’t fuck your face, I promise.” 

“... are you asking me on a date?”

“Umm… yeah. I think.”

“Maybe we could watch Saltburn?” you offered with a shrug.

–

“Your mum texted me,” you whispered. “The bridge is temporarily washed out from the storm, they won’t be back ‘til tomorrow.”

“Do you know what that means?” Aegon said, suddenly giddy. You both had just finished watching Saltburn, and you finally understood what the ‘Saltburn thing’ was. 

“You know your mum has like ten security cameras set up around the house, right?” 

“Okay… and?”

“I’m not dancing naked in the hallway, Aegon.” 

“How about just in my room? Please?” 

You gave a sigh, beginning to take your clothes off.

“Siri, play ‘Murder on the Dancefloor’ by Sophie Ellis-Bextor.”

‘Okay. Now playing ‘Murder on the Dancefloor’ by Sophie Ellis-Bextor, as featured in Saltburn.’

It's murder on the dancefloor!

But you better not kill the groove, hey-hey, hey-hey!

It's murder on the dancefloor.

But you better not steal the moves.

DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down.

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Awilix

Baron samedi

Bastet

Ballona

Cernunnos

Chaac

Chang e

Charon

Cu chualinn

Da ji

Discordia

Erlang shen

Eset

Fafnir

Freya

Ganesha

Gilgamesh

Guan yu

Hantchiman

Hades

He bo

Heimdallr

Hel

Hera

Horus

Hou yi

Isthar

Iz chel

Izanami

Janus

Jormungandr

Kali

King Arthur

Kukulkan

Lancelot

Loki

Maui

Medusa

Merlin

Morgan le fay

Mulan

Neith

Nike

Nox

Nemesis

Nu wa

Odin

Olorun

Osiris

Pele

Persephone

Poseidon

Ra

Rama

Sequet

Set

Shiva

Sol

Skadi

Sobek

Sun wukong

Surtr

Susano

Terra

Thanatos

The Morrigan

Thor

Tiamat

Tsukuyomi

Tyr

Ullr

Vulcan

Xbalanque

Yemoja

Ymir

Yu Huang

Zeus

Ror!Thor x Fem!Sif reader(A kiss under the evening sun)

Ror!Hermes x NB! Human reader (Enchanting music of the night)

In whistling spirits can be growth (Hades x Persephone)

With an Honorary status, beware the rubble (Odin, Loki, Sigyn, Angrboda)

The unlikely jackal-headed companion (Ror!Anubis x fem!reader)

Bonding by the Nile (Smite!Sobek & Neith)

With parental aid, my cycle's dread will fade (Hel!Reader with Loki and Sigyn)

Slumber in the Divine Boardroom (Gn!Reader x ror!Hades x Buddha x Loki x Poseidon)

Secret crushes and seashells (Ror poseidon x oc)

You remind me so much of him (ror buddha x fem!reader)

#writing #masterlist #norse mythology #smite #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok

[riku-izanami]

Smite au

OK, here web go

También RWBY

Ruby: Mercury becouse of her semblance and becouse in game Mercury have speed abilities.

Weiss: Merlín becouse the mage could teach her how to use and control her glyphs.

Blake: Bastet becouse she and the godess are cats and can bond over cats things.

Yang: Bellona becouse she is the godess of war and I picture her and Yang having the same desair of a good fight.

Team JNPR

Jaune: King Arthur becouse both of them are héroes of their history.

Nora: Thor, lightning semblance and lightning god.

Pyrra:I Know you chose Athena for her but I think Achiles is better pick (Pyrra represent Achiles in RWBY).

Ren: Ganesha, I picture them meditating and helping others Witherspoon their powers (Ganesha isnthe god of success).

If you are going to add the others teams an villains i am going to send you a part 2.

I like it so far. However i will say for merlin, arthur, & Achilles aren't technically deities, but mortal chanpions held in high regards. Essentially, they'd be resurrected to help train, teacher, & motivate the beacon crew.

Oddly enough, for ruby i was gonna do neith cause they both seem liked they be very hyperactive together. But mercury works better

Weiss i haven't though of one yet. But looking at the mage Roster, its gonna be between

Eset , goddess of magic (still a high chance)

Persephone, queen of the underworld

Blake & yang are fine. Already had those two goddess set for them.

Jaune....i choose hades, no idea why. But he might get horus, or i may keep hades as his guardian. If i do keep hades for jaune, i have a fun scene which he & cardin get into. That and his family having wholesome moments with cerberus

Nora was gonna be possessed by, freya queen of valkyries, and thor goes to taiyang.

Pyrrha was the interesting one. Cause in the AU, athena & bellona wanted to possess Pyrrha, but we beaten to it by amaterasu due to her kinda and some what pure nature. Leading her to be the mother figure of there troop.

Ganesha works for ren. I was gonna choose hou yi.

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As for the other teams and villians here's the pitch.

Sun= sun wukong (for obvious reasons)

Sage= sobek maybe

Scarlet= work in progress

Neptune= poseidon. Namely cause poseidon forces Neptune in water alot, constantly reminds of his namesake

Coco = serqet. They both have a tendency to love fashion.

Fox: maybe tsukuyomi. Still open to change

Yatsuhashi = guan yy

Velvet = Chang'e obvious reasons

Cardin = zeus, namely because zeus loikes looking powerful, and cardin offers that (note cardin won't be a complete douche, but still kinda a douche)

Russel = maybe loki or not in this

Dove = wip or not gonna be featured

Sky = wip or not gonna be featured

Cinder = originally gonna be hel, but will change to sol or izanami

Emerald = maybe awilix or da ji, for her illusions

Mercury = chernobog

Neo= was gonna be izanami, but probably change to hel

Adam= susano, obvious reasons

Sienna=kali

Ilia = wip

Qrow = thanatos

Taiyand = thor previously mentioned

Raven=nemesis

Goodwitch = possibly anthena since she's a teacher. Or Nox or hera. Still subject to change

Port= odin for his love of the hunt

Oobleck=thoth obvious reasons

Ironwood = vulcan or tyr

Ozpin= Kronos, obvious reasons

Hazel= maybe atlas, cabrakan, or ravana. Subject to change

Watts = wip

Tyrian =bakasura. For reasons to be explained

Salem = the morrigan

Other characters are available from the rwby verse, but haven't put much thought into them honestly. So and suggestions work adrian is getting the powers of cupid. I will not argue this, for now

#rwby #smite au #jaune arc #blake belladonna #lie ren #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #yang xiao long #ruby rose #glynda goodwitch #rwby ozpin #qrow branwen #raven branwen #taiyang xiao long #the adventures of frog jaune & nora the frog god #professor port #doctor oobleck #sienna khan #ilia amitola #cinder fall #mercury black #emerald sustrai #cardin winchester #tyrian callows #hazel reinhart #arthur watts #rwby neopolitian #sun wukong #velvet scarlatina #coco adel

[captainchocolatesstuff]

Warframe: Voice Headcanon

[These are purely my opinions on whose voice fit who but please do put in your opinions in, I wanna hear more variety on whose voice would fit them!]

Ash: Shen [League Of Legends] by Kieth Silverstein

Atlas: Nasus [League Of Legends] by Erick Todd Dellmus

Banshee: Kalista [League Of Legends] by Misty Lee

Baruuk: Jenos [Paladins] by Christopher Gurrero

Caliban: Zeratul [Heroes of the Storm] by Fred Tatasciore

Chroma: Leoric [Heroes of the Storm] by Joe J. Thomas

Ember: Lina [Dota 2] by Jen Taylor

Equinox: Camille [League of Lgends] by Emily Roya O’Brien Night / Mirana [Dota 2] Gin Hammond Day

Excalibur: Hayden Tenno [Dark Sector] by Michael Rosenbaum

Frost: Zed [League Of Legends] by Donnie Lucas

Gara: Vivian [Paladins] by Fryda Wolff

Garuda: Elise [League Of Legends] by Sidney Ranin-Smith

Gauss: Agni [Smite] by Scott Freeman

Grendle: Ravana [Smite] by Leo Fabian

Gyre: Auriel [Heroes of the Storm] by Cree Summer

Harrow: Karthus [League Of Legends] by Unknown VA

Hildryn: Bangalore [Apex Legends] by Erica Luttrell

Hydroid: Gangplank [League of Legends] by Matthew Mercer

Inaros: Azir [League of Legends] by Travis Willingham

Ivara: Artimis [Smite] by Brina Palencia

Khora: Cassiopeia [League Of Legends] by Karen Strassman

Lavos: Caustic [Apex Legends] by JB Blanc

Limbo: Viego [League Of Legends] by Sean Teale

Loki: Set [League Of Legends] by Xander Mobus

Mag: Nova [Battleborn] by Colleen Clinkenbeard

Mesa: Valkyrie [Apex Legends] by Erika Ishi

Mirage: Junko Enoshima [Danganronpa] by Jamie Marchi

Nekos: Hades [Smite] by Patrick Seitz

Nezha: Sha Lin [Paladins] by Todd Haberkorn 

Nidus: Morphling [Dota 2] by David Scully

Nova: Nemesis [Smite] by Amanda Doskocil

Nyx: Diana [ League of Legends] by Nichole Oliver

Oberon: Taric [League Of Legends] by Yuri Lowenthal

Octavia: Seraphine [League Of Legends] by Michele Panu

Protea: Skye [Paladins] by Holly Franklin

Revenant: Thanatos [Smite] by Scott Freeman

Rhino: Victor [League Of Legends] by Owen Thomas

Sevagoth: Noob Saibot [Mortal Kombat 11] by Sean Chiplock

Titania: Inara [Paladins] by Amanda Gish

Trinity: Vayne [League Of Legends] by Nika Futterman

Umbra: Scorpion/Hanzo Hasashi [Mortal Kombat 11] by Ron Yuan

Valkyr: Hel (Dark Stance) [Smite] by Monica Rial

Vauban: Abathur [Heroes of the Storm] by Steve Blum

Volt: Ezreal [League Of Legends] by Daniel Amerman

Wisp: Kronika [MK11] by Jennifer Hale

Wukong: Crypto [Apex Legends] by Johnny Young

Xaku: Bloodhound [Apex Legends] by Allegra Clark

Yareli: Awilix [Smite] by Bryn Apprill

Zephyr: Winter Wyvern [Dota 2] by Merle Dandridge

#before ya'll ask yes i used to post for headcanons-for-dat-warframe #got rid of it since i wasn't putting too much attention too it though since it acted as a side blog #so i'm putting it on my main one! #warframe headcanons #warframe

[officialleehadan]

Pinion Wings

Hello darlings! Today's story was brought to you by Hel! Darling, thank you so much for your support!

Prompt: Higher Being Housemates

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Michael was, in a word, obnoxious.

He didn’t like the Cats, which Tracy had expected.

He didn’t like Nephilim, which was also reasonably expected.

He didn’t like his brothers, which was honestly pretty entertaining.

Rafael was clearly used to being the go-between for Michael and Gabriel, who spent most of the next hour trading barbed snipes with each other, both under threat of wing-numbing if either of them tried to escalate to real violence.

If they were in Heaven, Rafael had explained with a put-upon sigh, he would have allowed them to fight and get it out of their system. Here on the mortal plane however, a battle between two archangels could seriously damage the world. Even if the battle was just a tussle between brothers.

So the Archangel of Healing sat placidly between his brothers, one hand on Michael’s shoulder, the other on Gabriel’s elbow, and smiled while his tea went cold so everyone could have a talk without a fight breaking out.

“Nephilim are a balance,” Gabriel was saying to Rabbi Herschel, who had managed to recover enough to have a reasonable discussion. In some unspoken agreement, Imam Abdul was talking with Michael about Holy weapons and ways to manage demons in the decidedly more lethal ways. Tracy didn’t really approve of that part, but she did probably have some demon fights in her future, so she listened anyway. “The line that only humans can walk between Heaven and Hell. Between good and evil, although those concepts are rather more broad than truly applies here.”

“Wait, I thought the Great War was over good and evil?” Tracy asked, a frankly shameful student of theology, considering her life. She had read the bible, made Blake and Angelika explain it, and watched their heated arguments over the whole business. Given the disagreement between an actual angel and demon about the text, Tracy figured it had some issues. The rest of the religious texts were no better, unfortunately. “You tried to explain it, but I wasn’t really listening.”

“I’m not surprised,” Gabriel said dryly, and sighed. “It’s often the way with Nephilim. Something about you often seems to reject the greater principles of the whole affair.”

“Whole affair, he calls the war that nearly destroyed Heaven, and created Hell,” Michael muttered, apparently offended enough to interject. He had, begrudgingly, explained what he knew of Nephilim to Tracy and his brothers. Now Gabriel and Rafael were going over it all again, translated into small words for the stupid human. Tracy would have felt worse about it, but none of the three Holy Men seemed to be following the explanation terribly well, either. Tracy wondered if their faith made things easier, or harder to understand. “We lost millions of angels in that battle, to destruction or corruption. The Fallen, you demons call them, but they were our family, once, before they betrayed for the Betrayer.”

Michael also did not like discussing Samael. Tracy hadn’t brought it up after he threatened to stab Gabriel for it, even if she was pretty sure that Rafael’s Disappointed Face was just as bad as Angelika’s, and that Michael probably wouldn’t risk it just to shut up a human. She would ask later, when the Angel of Smiting was no longer in he room.

“We don’t meet them for the most part,” Blake contributed. Angelika was seated just beside him until their wing-feathers mingled together, and they became a shared lap for no less than six of the Cats. They, of course, were keeping very quiet except to hiss at Michael whenever he moved too quickly. “The Fallen. They stay in their citadels. Risen aren’t welcome there. The only time we see them is when they’ve decided to make a move on each other, or if we get powerful enough to be interesting. It’s how I ended up working for Belial.”

“Perhaps that is why you have more flexibility of being,” Rafael mused. He leaned over and caught the tip of Blake’s wing before the demon could stop him, and pulled it out to full extension. “Stop struggling, young one. If I meant to harm you, I certainly would have by now. I want to see your wings.”

“I don’t want you to see my wings,” Blake muttered rebelliously, but gave in when Tracy caught his eye. He might be defiant, but he wasn’t going to refuse a direct order here in front of all the angels. It was too important that they remain a united front. He mantled his wings and huffed a very bird-y, put-upon hiss. “Fine. Go ahead. Poke and prod. Yank them out if you want. They just grow back.”

“I’m not going to pinion you,” Rafael said, entirely offended by the very suggestion. Gabriel winced and even Michael looked uncomfortable at the suggestion. There was some history there, but Tracy wasn’t about to ask about it now. “Even if I wasn’t a healer, I would not do such a thing.”

Blake ducked his head, appropriately chastened, but he still let Angelika take his hand reassuringly. She had been their Lady Redemption before she was Lady Redemption, and her wings had changed too. They were united in their shared strangeness.

“I told him they were like mine,” Gabriel contributed with a gesture at one shoulder where his wings would have been if he had them out. He didn’t, of course. Six people with wings in one small kitchen was at least four too many, and both Angelika and Blake had theirs out already. Michael, of course, had put his away after Rafael numbed them, and Gabriel didn’t have his wings out unless he was making a statement or using them to fly. “Changed by the behaviors that altered the core of his being.”

“You’re not entirely wrong,” Rafael said. The tip of the feather he held between his fingers silvered, and he raised a brow. “Ordinarily, I would agree, but…”

He held the feather, still attached to Blake’s wing, up for his brothers to see.

“This effect is more visible on the Cats,” he said, voice in the practiced cadence of a teacher. “They bleach out when exposed to Holy influences, with no sign of discomfort. Blake, can you feel this?”

“It’s like static,” Blake reported and tugged on his wing. Raphael obligingly let him go and the feather faded back to black as Blake finger-groomed it. “Not bad static, but not great. What is it?”

“Choice,” Michael said quietly, his eyes on the place where Rafael’s fingers bleached Blake’s feather. “The most dangerous thing between Heaven and Hell. We fought a war over choice. Millions died, over choice. And now you and your very, very strange household have dredged open that ancient wound once more.”

“A bone that heals wrong must be rebroken,” Rafael said, and released both his brothers so he could take a sip of his cold tea. “Perhaps it is time that we examined that old wound and see if it has truly healed as it should.”

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HBH - Higher Being Housemates V2:

Feathers and Tea

Grey and Red  (Subscriber Only!)

From the Heavens  (Subscriber Only!)

Silver Shine

Hounds of Hell

Potential Alliance

Wing Blade Runner (Subscriber Only!)

Third Side Saving

Figuring Fun (Subscriber Only!)

On my Turf

Fortified Three

Visit a Friend

Call the Troops (Subscriber Only!)

Men of the Cloth

Lost in Translation (Subscriber Only!)

The Voice of God

White Socks (Subscriber Only!)

Wing Flick (Subscriber Only!)

Pinion Wings (New!)

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MASTERLIST

#Write #writer #written #writing prompt #prompt #prompts #story #novel #fantastic #romance #romantic #love #spilled ink #spilled writing #spilled romance #spilled feelings #supernatural #writeblr #lee hadan #pretty #art #artistic #music #inspiration #long post

[sigyn-foxyposts]

I present to you.. MY WALL ✨

I live in two different places which means I can get more space to express myself! I love decorating my empty wall with my favorite characters :3

#norse mythology #record of ragnarok #shumatsu no valkyrie #smite #genshin impact #ror loki #smite hel #dislyte #xiangling #rosaria #chongyun #sanganomiya kokomi #jean #yelan #dislyte catherine #dislyte jacob #loki #sigyn #angrboda #angrboða

[ankaa-avarshina]

Mid 2022 fav char meme coz hell yeah

Top Row: Phoenix (Dota 2), Artificer (Risk of Rain 2), Hel (SMITE), Skye (Paladins), Pyro (Team Fortress 2)

Second Row: Qiqi (Genshin Impact), Passionlip (Fate series), Ilyana (Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance), Manticore (Arknights), Arme Glenstid (Grand Chase)

Third Row: Infinite (Sonic Forces), Alarak (Starcraft 2), Kel’Thuzad (Warcraft), Ivara Prime (Warframe)

Fourth Row: Magnezone (Pokemon), Ankha (Animal Crossing), Angela (Mobile Legends), Ghostface (Dead By Daylight), Auriel (Diablo 3)

Fifth Row: Death Stinger (Zoids: Chaotic Century), Funtime Foxy (FNAF: Sister Location), Orendi (Battleborn), Tasque Manager (Deltarune: Chapter 2), Deathtanz Mantisk (Megaman Zero 3)

#rayfavs

[macabremomo]

Smite: Characters to Play Test Artemis (Snuggly, Kitty Cafe) Bellona (Defiant, Anarchist, Iron Maid Izanami (Apricot, Plague-bearer, Dreadful Doll, Twisted Joke, Rogue Android, Rogue Cyborg) Neith (Baroness, Harajuku) Nemesis (Sweet Justice) Yemoja (Toxic Current, Coral Coast, Void Sorceress)

Character Wishlist Athena (Wise Hare) Bastet (Kawaii Pop, Honey Bunny) Cliodhna (Deadly Doll) Cthulhu (CthUwU) Discordia (Rebellious, Lady of the Sea, Pumpkin Spice, Bad Apple) Hel (Expelled, Pop Punk) Maman Brigitte (Spiced Elixir, Biting Countess) Medusa (Vampetrify, Gummy Worm, Sea Maiden) Nox (Mystical Manipulator, BunBun, Queen Bee, Bloody Moon, Witch of the Mire) Pele (Pink Lotus, Dragon's Dagger) Persephone (Ironmouse, Oblivion Ruler) Serqet (Kitty Kaboom, Ebonsoul) Sol (Sweet Tooth, Cherry Bomb, The Magnificent, Searing Seductress, Soulless Machine, Sea Nymph, Calamity Cat) The Morrigan (Twisted Metal)

[failurefemmegf]

what kind of video games do you play?

right now it's mostly genshin (i need to change my icon to navia or furina) and i main kokomi in coop, along with raiden/ei, but i have other dps to fall back on as well (eula, alhaitham, and some others)

i need to get back into splatoon but for splatoon i main backliner (splatlings) in ranked (not that my rank is very good!), and i want to pick up snipers but i don't have the patience for it. in turf war, i usually pick shooters or dualies. i also used to play mobas (smite) and i was a support/tank, with my all time main being hel.

as for singleplayer, i play a lot of rpgs and open world games, i like tight, satisfying combat systems and juicy mechanics to dig in to, but i also love rhythm games and just games with strong character art (customization is a plus!)

i have trouble picking up new games at times because a lot of the big triple a games can't run on my computer and i don't have the funds or space for a gaming pc, so i'm heavily reliant on my switch.

but i'm open to picking up new games if you have reccommendations!!

#[ let's play! ] #gayming #gaymer

[tabsterfm]

Fucking hell, man, I'm so tired of feeling like I'm mentally handicapped when it comes to playing certain games. It happens in Smite, it happens in fighting games, it happens in almost every FPS I ever play but ESPECIALLY Overwatch. I don't know how to get over this barrier, it feels like there's some fucking wall in my brain and the big bad wolf that manages the place can't blow it down. Fucking hel

l.

#tabster says #i wonder what brain damage i have