#The True Deity

[bring-me-back-a-caninae]

Fandomless OC IC blog. Mun is 33. Anyone can interact. My only rule is to please reblog memes from the source.

Xyrhem Kassani. Traveling Deity.

Age: Uknown

Height: 8 ft

Abilities: Magic and Shape-shifting.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demisexual. Possibly Pan.

True Haircolor: Silver

True Eyecolor: Gold

Xyrhem is the younger brother to the one who oversees the God of Creation and the eldest brother to his sister Hashaal, who serves under Judgment, aka the Goddess of Reasoning and Decision making as well as Strategy.

He was married to Kalia or his “little warrior wife”. She served under the God of Courage, Devotion, and Protection. Xyrhem himself serves under the God of Despair, so his power revolves around all aspects of emotion and the mind itself.

Now I won't go into too much detail but before he and the other gods and guardians had to flee their home world, Xyrhem tried to stay behind to fight alongside Hashaal and Kalia who were working on smuggling the godlings (basically demigods) to safe underground locations.

Hashaal and Kalia both knew the grim demise, and together, they forced Xyrhem to leave, telling him that he needed to make sure that Creation and some of the other important gods escaped.

Xyrhem reluctantly left, and to this day, it really hurt him. His kind and the various gods that he served and counseled were scattered as they descended to earth. Now, they survive like outcasts among the other pantheons hiding away in a pocket universe.

It's Xyrhems' task to locate and gather the rest of the gods and remaining kin. For some time, he dwelled in fear of this planet until an offering was made for a mortal.

New life. New abilities. New power. Years went on sharing someone else's skin, regaining confidence and courage. Now, Xyrhem hides no longer, wandering and forever searching but never in fear.

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[shorthaltsjester]

Why are your children bound by rules you will not follow?

Critical Role, Campaign 3, Downfall Parts 1-3 // Commandments of The Prime Deities according to the Tal'Dorei Campaign Setting Reborn

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[yashley]

[ganondoodle]

(wip)

some doodles that took me way too much effort; an updated design for Raal (aka demise when he was a mortal, he still uses that name when in disguise and modeled those forms after how he imagined he would look if he ever grew up as one) and a clunky doodle of both his blade spirits just after forging them

[winedarkgod]

[pratchettquotes]

"I told you, I never made the world," said Om. "Why should I make the world? It was here already. And if I did make a world, I wouldn't make it a ball. People'd fall off. All the sea'd run off the bottom."

"Not if you told it to stay on."

"Hah! Will you hark at the man!"

"Besides, the sphere is a perfect shape," said Brutha. "Because in the Book of--"

"Nothing amazing about a sphere," said the tortoise. "Come to that, a turtle is a perfect shape."

"A perfect shape for what?"

"Well, the perfect shape for a turtle, to start with," said Om. "If it was shaped like a ball, it'd be bobbing to the surface the whole time."

"But it's a heresy to say the world is flat," said Brutha.

"Maybe, but it's true."

Terry Pratchett, Small Gods

[uncontrol-freak]

>conversation<

[stars-on-the-water]

This is actually based on a reading I got.

[potatobugz]

Lucky is he, Who lives unaware

[deityofhearts]

earlier I was trying to make fun of kfc but accidentally said “kentucky tried” and gave up then lex tried to make fun of me but said “kentucky tried and it ain’t no back” and we both like gave up on speaking

[legendary-cookies]

!!! Slight Stormbringer Story Spoilers !!!

Okay so the update like just came out and I haven't finished the story yet but I need to talk about something lmao

There aren't any plot spoilers, but I do show the other 3 Legends'(?) designs

Although they're also shown in a loading screen, but I'll put it under a cut to be safe lol

I didn't get a screenshot of it but ??? is Cloud Deity Cookie

I could be wrong because I don't know a huge amount about other Asian cultures, but I'm pretty sure these four are based on the Auspicious Beasts from Chinese culture

I don't know the full legend, but they're four celestial beasts that represent different elements, directions, and seasons

The four beasts are the White Tiger (metal), Black Tortoise (water), Azure Dragon (wood), and Vermillion Bird (fire)

Now, obviously the colors and elements don't align but design wise I think the beasts do

Stormbringer has buns on her head that look similar to ears that could be tiger ears and she also has stripes all over her and a little tooth

Cloud Deity has pauldrons that kind of look like tortoise shells and they have that cloud bag that's reminiscent of a shell on the back, although that one's a bit of a stretch

Wind Deity obviously has very bird-like aspects like wings for arms/wing looking sleeves, a feather in her hair and a feathered fan

Rain Deity is significantly less obvious and arguably doesn't have any dragon-like features, but their hair and/or dress could be reminiscent of an Eastern dragon and their color palette is blue which aligns with the Azure Dragon

This theory doesn't add anything to anything and is purely just me analyzing their designs lmao

[sarafangirlart]

I remember someone posting that Zeus in Disney’s Hercules is the most accurate modern depiction of him, I heavily disagree.

If anything it’s the most egregious example of modern media whitewashing Zeus’s horrible actions. Zeus is at his worst in Heracles’s myths, he raped Alcmene in the form of her husband, (either out of lust or power) and forced her to bear his child and to use that child to exert his power over mortals by deciding that he would rule “all those around him” and by that he meant Mycenae, one of Hera’s favorite cities and unsurprisingly she was angry over this and tortured Alcmene by prolonging her labour and Zeus does nothing about it, if anything once he found out what Hera has done, he didn’t punish her or Eileithyia, he punished Ate his own daughter just for being the goddess of delusion. Then Zeus keeps neglecting Heracles and doing absolutely nothing 99% of the time when his wife was putting his son through hell.

So no, the movie is completely wrong to portray Zeus as a loving family man, it’s wrong to also make Hera Heracles’s biological mother.

[sephospaganplace]

There are so so so many ways to experience the gods.

There is no right or wrong way. There is no blunt way. Its all feeling and ephemeral.

If you've felt warmth, if you've had a dream, if you've seen a crow that stares at you for too long, if something inexplicable happens and you're lucky suddenly, if you've caught eyes with a stranger and felt like you knew each other, if the candle flickers a certain way, if one time when you're singing your voice sounds gorgeous in a way you weren't expecting, these are all the presence of a god.

God phoning is popular on witchtok but half the time what they're saying is bullshit. I've very very rarely heard a voice and every single time it was my own voice, just suffused with something, saying something I normally wouldn’t say. Or maybe I would. I've never heard a clear, distinct, audible voice. Its an invisible world we're connecting with, its a different plane. We cannot experience it the same way we experience every day life.

We'll never sit down at a coffee table across from the physical manifestation of our god, and know that its them, not until after. And even then we can never be sure. That’s the nature of it. There are no absolutes, there cannot be. That’s what makes it beautiful. That’s where belief comes in. It isn't about being good enough or worthy enough or devout enough, that doesn't exist. That isn’t what its about at all. You are worthy even if the divine doesn’t manifest in a way we've been told is the only real way, and you are connecting even if you cant see it now. My most intense spiritual experiences are never something I realize are happening in the moment, its always only after that I can see it clearly.

The gods are all around us.

[lovecoredeity]

💖💒 here comes the bride~

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