#azareth

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

Art Credit to Nicola Scott

[dakuistiredart]

Before time wove its first thread into the tapestry of existence, before the stars took their places in the heavens, there was the Void. It was not empty, for in its silent depths lingered an ancient presence, Azareth. No creation myth speaks of their birth, for they were not born in the way of gods or mortals. They simply were.

Some whisper that Azareth was the first thought, the first awareness to stir in the endless dark. Others claim they are the remnant of something older still, a fragment of a being so vast and unknowable that even the gods themselves have forgotten its name. Whatever the truth, Azareth has always been, lingering on the periphery of reality, watching as the cosmos unfurled in a brilliant cascade of stars and worlds.

But they did not shape these things. They did not reach forth to mold creation like the deities who came after. Instead, they observed. They listened and they remembered.

Azareth’s physical form, if it can be called such, is a contradiction of presence and absence. They are vast, a draconic entity whose body is both ethereal and solid, shifting like the space between dreams. Their four sets of wings do not beat but ripple through reality itself, bending light and time around them. Their long, serpentine tail coils around their form in moments of stillness, their body crowned by great curling horns encircled by a luminous halo.

But it is their face that unsettles those who glimpse it. Where eyes should be, there is nothing, only a single unbroken yellow line stretching through the middle of their visage, pulsing faintly like the heartbeat of the universe itself.

They do not need eyes. To gaze upon something is to limit it to a single perspective. Azareth sees in ways beyond comprehension, perceiving the past, present, and what could be all at once.

Yet, it is their voice that haunts those who hear it. Azareth does not speak with a single voice, but with many, an eerie symphony of overlapping tones, spanning all genders and ages, resonating in perfect harmony. It is neither loud or soft, neither warm nor cold, but it carries an undeniable weight, an authority that makes even the most arrogant tremble.

Their words do not merely provide answers; they unravel illusions, strip away ignorance, and lay bare the raw and terrible truth beneath. Many who seek their wisdom are not prepared for what they hear. Some leave enlightened. Others break beneath the weight of knowledge too vast for mortal minds to contain.

It is tempting to ascribe morality to Azareth, to cast them as a cosmic guardian, a secret keeper, or an impartial judge of existence. But to do so is to misunderstand them entirely.

Azareth is not benevolent, nor are they cruel. They do not guide, nor do they condemn. They do not see existence in the narrow dichotomies of good and evil, for such concepts are fleeting, bound to civilizations that rise and fall like the tides. To Azareth, all things simply are.

However, that does not mean they are devoid of curiosity. They watch because they wish to understand. They do not interfere, but they have been known to answer those bold enough to seek them. And yet, their responses are never simple. They do not believe in comfort, only truth. And truth is rarely kind.

Legends speak of those who have sought out Azareth. Kings desperate to save their crumbling empires, philosophers hungering for enlightenment, forsaken souls seeking meaning in an indifferent universe. All return with knowledge beyond comprehension and descend into madness. Some do not return at all, vanishing into the unseen spaces between realities, their fates known only to Azareth. And so, Azareth remains. Ever silent. Ever watching. A presence felt but never fully understood. A being who has seen the birth of worlds and will endure long after the last star fades to embers. To know them is to peer into the infinite, and to hear their voice is to glimpse the hidden truths of the cosmos.

But whether such knowledge is a gift or a curse… that is for the seeker to decide.

And so, Azareth remains.

A presence at the edge of all things, seen only by those who dare seek them. A voice that reveals but does not comfort. A being who has seen the birth of stars and will endure long after the last ember of light fades from the universe.

To know them is to glimpse the infinite.

To hear their voice is to stand at the precipice of truth.

But whether such knowledge is a gift, or a curse, is for the seeker to decide.

[anne-wild]

Cho Rustwing for @vo1canic Artfight "revenge" for yesteryear's Azareth ^^ Thank you! <3

[sweetnsourhearts]

Have some fun with some dnd character incorrect quotes!

Novia: what kind of sounds annoy you?

Gravel: are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones?

Novia, now interested: let’s say imaginary

Gravel: spiders wearing flip flops

*everyone is giving advice to Arius*

Calinox: it’s okay to ask for help

Mhurren: you’re not a burden

Tanna: murder is okay

Deceit: your feelings matter

Scall: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks

Lunaris: ducks can’t eat lightbulbs?

Leo: I think that’s the point

Scall: exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them

Kori: we’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Nyth will and will not eat

Ash: grass? Yes!

Kori: moss? Yes!

Ash: leaves? Oh yes!

Kori: shoelaces? Strange but true!

Ash: worms? Sometimes!

Kori: rocks? Usually nah.

Ash: twigs? Usually!

Kori: Arthur’s cooking? Inconclusive!

Arthur: how did you… test this?

Kori: you just hand her stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it

Arthur: I don’t know how to feel about this.

Hepia: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Lunaris: I personally don’t think it’s possible to come up with a crazier plan

Scall: we could attack them with hummus

Lunaris: I stand corrected

Scall: just keeping things in perspective

Arius: you’re too late! You’ll never stop me now!

Calinox: that’s where you’re wrong, we will stop you with the powers of:

Mhurren: friendship!

Deceit: harmony!

Tanna: incredible violence

Calinox: and love!

Tanna: and then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife 10 times

Calinox: you mean you stabbed them?

Tanna: they ran into my knife

Cy: Norwegia is NOT A COUNTRY!

Gravel: then where are Norwegian people from!?

Cy: NORWAY!!

Lunaris: I left instructions for everyone while I’m gone

Scall: mine just says “Scall no”

Lunaris: I want you to apply it to every possible situation

Nyth: I typed “bitch” into my GPS and guess what? I’m in your driveway

Hepia:

Nyth: vroom vroom, come out already

Azareth: we’re having a baby

Scall: oh, congratu-

Lunaris, slamming adoption papers onto the table: it’s you, sign here

Nyth: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Hepia: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents.

Nyth: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you.

Kori: Actually I did the math, Hepia would have $225, not $0.15.

Hepia: Fam I’m right here....

Arthur: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Nyth: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Arthur: Sorry I only have a dollar.

Nyth: :(

Kori: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Hepia would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent.

Arthur: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice.

Kori: You can buy anything you want with $22,500.

Ash: Yeah and he wants soda and apply juice.

Kori: Apply juice to what.

Ash: Directly to forehead.

Hepia: Great chat everyone.

Tanna: don’t worry, I’ve got a few knives up my sleeve

Calinox: I think you mean cards

Deceit: she did not

Tanna, pulling out knives: I did not

Tanna: who hurt you?

Calinox: *snorting* what, do you want a list?

Tanna: … yes, actually

Hepia, dramatically: they called me a fool

Nyth, sick of Hepia’s shit: they weren’t wrong

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

Random setting: Gods of The Worldhold

Gods of The Worldhold were more than just theoi. Gods were a mantle, a role to be played. Sure, what mortals called “gods” were usually theoi, but many were once mortals themselves.

A god was anyone who was mantled as such, and that was a dangerous play, for there were many mantles, and some wanted to wear several at once. And, to the world’s displeasure, so they did.

Volcanoes and smiths were forever joined under the dual-mantled god Heph. Sea depths and the eldritch were sewn together by noble Cthera, who vowed to contain the latter deep beneath the sea.

Sometimes gods were mantled new. A human god, god of the city of Azareth named Narthur, was once a mortal man, but achieved divinity through ascension, his soul finding the god mantle among the stars, and now blessing the royal bloodline.

And every time, when a god mantle changed owners, when a new god mantle was found or when one god conquered another and sewed their mantles together, it was a world-changing event. The ground trembled, the skies roared, and a new period, era, began.

And so it did this time.

When the god of magic, Thaumus, conquered the god of writing, Ackad, and took his mantle without thinking twice. The god of magic and writing, he thought - how powerful he’d be. How magnificent.

He was right. For the misfortune of the whole realm.

Every letter. Every word, every book - every single little glyph and graffiti, every tattoo.

All exploded with magic spells.

The world was destroyed, utterly. A new era began, an era where writing itself was a source of magic, where no book was possible without causing a chaotic explosion of spells, where no literacy could be spread.

...

The city of Azareth, mentioned above, didn’t quite survive the Apocalypse.

It housed some of the greatest libraries in the known world, and they changed it irreversibly. Each became an epicenter of a great fireball of raw, wild magic, transforming people into thousands of different shapes per second, turning matter to change state countless times. Gaseous rock. Liquid air. Solid blood.

Narthur managed to bless the city to become populated once again when people who weren’t in it at the time came and settled down. Among polygonal columns of stone, among buildings ruined, utterly, and terrain indescribable in short.

Azareth became a new cradle for humanity, and so did many other places around the world, where there weren’t as many books, or where there was a god to try and keep the land safe.

Many years have passed. Many have forgotten the specifics of this Apocalypse, yet every single children tale now spoke - to never, ever, write.

Kenkus traveled between cities as messengers, memorizing long speeches dictated to them. Once rogues and outcasts, they became the founders of the Courier Guild, growing riches, controlling the mail and shipment of practically any item.

The little number of elves who survived managed to explore the magic of writing as it was now. They were the ones who discovered the frightening fact of magic being bound to writing and writing only, as well as all writing, subsequently, being bound to magic. From this, an unlikely union came to fruition, as dwarves joined forces with the elves, and together, started re-exploring the magic of writing, letter by letter, creating enchanted items of great power.

Goblins, hobgoblins, orcs - all came to a renaissance as they never practiced writing before, so, their losses were minimal. Great raiding forces soon came into being, huge nations of many monstrous races working together for their own survival; Farming, building, waging wars, trading.

Divine magic was now the only way to cast spells, other than using writing for it, like scrolls and the like.

(Aaand it kind of stops there.)

[magnetic-rose]

how come she can have inner corner highlights and good lipstick but i, thee most important person in azareth, have like three makeup choices across all races.

[cmani-art]

Azareth Metrion or whatever

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No but fr, this was a commission of Multiversus' Raven!! Stoked she's in the game :)

[cyclicalaberration]

42 & 28 for the ask game, any ocs :]

28: if your character existed in today's world, what social media would they avoid or be prominent on?

It's really hard to think of what my characters would be doing with social media because I've set them in times specifically to avoid it— let's see.

My DND characters have only ever used Facebook. Except azareth, who is both Tumblr and vine famous independently and refuses to use any social media except those two.

Olu would be regular famous but also be notorious for getting into drama on Twitter. She has every social media and you can't avoid her or her insatiable violence for drama.

Ethel has used twitch and GitHub. That's it. It hates Twitter with a passion and Tumblr gives it a migraine.

Lucyfr morgenstern thinks Instagram is the scum of the earth but uses Facebook because he has pta meetings to schedule goddamnit.

Julien Genet is on TikTok. This is unfortunate for everyone but he will sometimes quote them and it makes his patients explode. He hates Twitter though.

42: does your character celebrate their birthday? If not, why?

Arthur doesn't celebrate his birthday because he's too busy to do it, other people celebrate it for him.

Cy doesn't have a birthday, it's always existed and never existed and it's birthday is always and never.

Azareth has a fake birthday.

Calinox (goddamn my DND characters have names starting with TWO letters) doesn't celebrate his birthday because he's. Incredibly lonely.

Sysf characters don't have birthdays either, except Julien Genet who is VERY excited to celebrate his birthday. Olu celebrates her host's birthday once a century when she remembers to be an asshole to the remnant of that host that she still keeps alive.

[hypebeast1ife]

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[bitchmunkmusings]

Everyone’s Shadow [Damian/Raven]

continuing from here with @aquamanandfriends

She didn't miss the way he tensed at her touch, the split second action causing her to almost rethink reaching out. But once he relaxed, so did she. It wasn't as though she blamed him, he certainly had enough reasons to be cautious, if not out right adverse to physical contact. She would've reacted similarly, for her own separate reasons, but she was grateful they were both trying to move past it. Building trust with one another.

Raven laughed, the sound light and louder than usual as the alcohol settled warmly in her system as he spoke aloud to his apartment. Her nose scrunched up playfully at his choice of playlists. Party Vibes, after all, sounded a lot like something her roommates would turn on at the tower. Raven enjoyed music, it was one of the things she loved most when she first came from Azareth, learning all the different types, styles, and genres. Of course, over time, she'd certainly found her favorite, the music that calmed her and spoke to her more than the rest. "Yes." She agreed, laughing again as she nodded her head. "I think punk rock is definitely more of our vibe."

[rb-mentalpalace]

AZARETH TREMENDO PRRO DESGRACIADO

[luciano6254]

"AZARETH, METRIUM, ZINTUS!!"

Art made with Clip Studio Paint and finished with Photoshop CS5

 DO NOT RE-POST MY ART WITHOUT MY PERMITION!!!

Raven - © by Marv Wolfman & George Pérez / DC Comics / Warner Bros. Discovery Inc.

[superhyp01]

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[anne-wild]

Azareth Shadowwalker (I made this character reference sheet mostly for Artfight - I plan to update it with all of my OCs having something like this in time. This is the first.)

[cyclicalaberration]

Made as close to azareth as I could get!

Tagging @eggie-o and whoever else!

a silly little guy!!!!

tagging: @ellieofthewoods @penicldecimater @suki-is-a-queen @anti-subtle-b @suinicide @anti-subtle-b @jehans-flower-pot @tapdancing-eggs @shroombenispalls

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[rithalie-art]

Hi everyone!

So... I had the honor of peeking at @trashpocket fanfiction: "If I Look Through Your Armor (And Into Your Glass Heart)" and my brain decided to lock upon it so I made her a little promo:

EVERYONE GO READ IT. It's GOOD.