All cultures any of them really. Choose your mythological avatar and this little one gladly reciprocates.
For we were made in pairs. Fuck the original time lords. We heal each other when we heal ourselves.
Gender doesn’t matter. We all want love. The various types of love are what separates the animals from the mortals and again from the immortal ones.
I’m sorry to those who become swept up and away as they are caught in my tides. How did you want to break it down? I gladly settle down upon his spire. For we made the world together, originally. In our image because we’re not that creative. Haha.
I lower myself upon his spire, and his cock holds me upright, gives me structural integrity in the form of my spine.
The mother goddess has but 2 hands to hold, which side you want to be on doesn’t matter. Because it is out of love that we have hands to hold and never let go.
Hecate and Dionysus.
Aphrodite had Hephastus and Ares.
Hades transformed Persephone from Kore.
Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Samael where the guardians of the watchtowers. Somewhere. Somehow. Maybe.
Lucifer fell for Earth. As did Samael followed suit for Ki. Adam fell for Lilith. And god replaced them all with Eve.
Now Uriel sits where once Samael once sat. Lucifer is but Lucy in the sky as diamonds.
Gabriel the shapeshifter changed form to blow the horns as herald and warn the world of what has done and come undone.
Blue and red. The two sides of the divine. Purple if royal. The two sides together combine.
Michael, the warrior full of passion bade his time and laid in wait. For just the right vessel for his sword to slash, cut the silver cord, and throw the spear to pin in place. A strategist of war, he waited. And guided onwards by signs from his first love, the angel descended from his throne of the Sun to come to earth to power the vessel on. Azrael ascended the centre of his prison (the inner core of the earth made of nickel and zinc). They had one chance to save the world from the destructive eternal conflict between chaos and form.
The spirits of the world remember. The nymphs, dryads, hours, sirens and monsters. They called these beings ghosts and mutants and horrible creatures. The world learned to despise the differences and change. Demons they were known as and named.
Humanity evolves and changes with time. The stories remain the same with every emanation, the general plot holes fracturing further with every generation.
But love. That is the greatest story ever told. It unifies the people of the world toward a common goal.
For Dionysus so loved Hecate, he descended to hell and retrieved her soul. And upon the wings of the arch angel they flew back to the centre of sun. The sun in the sky and the earth down below. The Sun has Mercury. And the Earth has the Moon.
Kalliope Veign remembers their tale.
Ok. 1.23pm. Back home I go. Drive lol meepmeep jeep jeep. Road runner hahaha