#deity edits

[acrystalwitch]

Heru-Sa-Aset 🪶 Horus Edit

[majunju]

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[dantealighierienjoyer]

Digital offering for Lord Apollon and Lord Dionysos, my beloved patrons<3

[lavender--milk]

BRO. I was in the shop thinking to myself "it would be nice if I could get some honey to offer Apollo," and then my eye caught on a local honey display. There's this beautiful jar of creamed honey with cinnamon that looks absolutely delightful. I think "hey, that looks perfect," and I look at the label.

The label reads "Aristaeus creamed honey"

ARISTAEUS AS IN THE HELLENIC GOD OF BEEKEEPING??? ARISTAEUS AS IN THE SON OF APOLLO?????

[serpentface]

The goddess Arweny, depicted in Setem-Whe ornamental style. She is usually described as a female elowey protruding from the jaws of a gigantic serpent, or as a small snake with a rat perpetually stuck in its throat.

She is considered to be one of many local spirits of the wilds across the vast forested region known as Nekhuatseth, and is venerated (and cursed) as the god of the hunt-interrupted. She is believed to lend strength and speed to hunted quarry, allowing them to escape predation against insurmountable odds. She is completely impartial, and will lend her mercy to an insect just as easily as she would to a person.

Hunters blame her when what seems to be a certain kill escapes, and pray to her when they find themselves hunted. In many places, it is believed that she will hide all prey if she is not appeased, and as such is left offerings of fruit and wine before any expedition. It is common in rural parts of Nekhuatseth to wear amulets depicting her likeness to ward off attacks from wild beasts.

A folktale from the Sykhilic cult (a Nekh and Setem-Whe religious order devoted to a lunar goddess, scattered in temples at the edges of wilderness areas) intends to teach youths about the dangers and impartiality of the wilds, and illustrates beliefs about Arweny's intervention in the cycle of hunter and hunted.

A young hunter walked alone through the wilds in the heat of the dry season. They were on their rite of passage, and as such were armed only with a knife and could feed only on what game and forage they found on their journey. They were three days in, tired and hungry and missing the comfort of the city more and more with every step.

The hunter stopped at the edge of a clearing to eat a few clumps of dry, tasteless grass. They chewed miserably and dreamed of the great feast that would be held upon their return, when they heard a sudden snap. The youth had only a moment to turn before a great beast seized them in its claws. A tyger had been stalking them, and now pinned them to the earth under one massive paw!

Thinking fast, the young hunter called upon one of the wild gods of these parts. 

“Arweny! Rat-Who-Chokes-The-Snake! Please, lend me your strength!”

And there was a great rustling in the bush, a sliding, slithering sound, and a cackle of frightful laughter. And the hunter felt every muscle in their body seize with a great strength, and they wrenched themself out of the stinking cat’s grasp.

The youth scampered up a tree and sat in its high boughs with their breast heaving. The cat paced below in helpless agitation, for the branches were far too lithe to support its great weight.

The great beast stalked away, and the hunter cried out their thanks to the lord of the triumphant prey and nursed their wounds.

The young hunter walked along deer trails all day, but there was no quarry to be seen, and the scents were weeks old and unpromising. With hunger now gnawing painfully at their gut, they came upon a great river. There were water lillies growing in the shallows with thick, tasty bulbs, and the air was alive with frogsong. The youth crept out into the muddy water, hoping to find something good to eat.

But a slight ripple on the water filled their gut with ice. Their instinct told them to be afraid, and in the fraction of a second, they whispered, “Arweny, lord of the hunt-interrupted, lend me your speed.”

And in that same moment, a colossal riverdrake sprang forth from the murk, faster than the hunter could have run. But their body was seized with a great quickness, and they leapt into the air, high above the drake’s head, and came down upon its jaws, forcing them shut with a snap!

As they sprang away from the beast, they heard a wet slithering sound, and that same cackle of triumph. They silently thanked the lord of the biting quarry, and ran far from the river and its dangers.

But now, the hunter was near starved. The small insects and dessicated grasses they had found along the way did little to abate their hunger. They needed to make a kill or they would surely starve.

And as if by divine will, they came across a river hog hopelessly tangled in a thorny mass of dead vines. It squealed and strained with all its might, but to no avail. The hog collapsed to its side and laid still, chest heaving and showing the terrified whites of its eyes. The hunter sighed in relief and drew their blade.

And suddenly, the hog trembled and burst away, ripping up and dragging all the vines along with it! The hunter was frozen in shock. How was this possible? The hog was as good as dead!

And as if to answer that question, they heard that same slithering, the sound of something heavy dragging its long body over the dry leafbed. And they heard that same cackle, a laugh of triumph, as the prey fled and the hunter starved.

[ph4os]

Lord Apollo devotional edit☀️

[mydarlingdearestdead]

"Come with me," Apollo's voice was earnest, void of its usual melodic tone, "Drink from Hebe's cup and join me."

"As a... God?" Hyacinth breathed the ultimate word, clasping a hand to his racing heart, "Immortal... Forever alive."

Apollo inclined his head, grasping Hyacinth's waist with sun-warmed hands, pulling him into his bare chest as an intoxicating warmth engulfed the two.

"My king," A vain whisper against sun-toned, freckled skin, "My love... The council's envy."

"Forever." Hyacinth vocalised the unsaid word, exhausted by it's weight on his chest.

"Forever." Apollo confirmed, "An eternity in each other's company." Sweet as the pluck of his lyre, the melody returned.

Hyacinth felt his lips stretch around a weary smile.

As a child, he had heard stories of Apollo. Every youth did; Cautionary tales.

Golden lessons such as the ever-utilised Do Not Steal Sacred Cattle From Gods Unless You Have A Distinct Talent For Creating Musical Instruments and, Hyacinth's personal favourite, Never Run From A God, Should He Pursue You, Unless, Of Course, You Yearn To Spew Sap In Your Old Age.

Though, in moments such as this, Hyacinth could hardly entertain a notion of heeding a single learned moral.

Truthfully, he was contented where he lay, swaddled in not just warmth, but eternal light.

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[kheprriverse]

Silly sketch idea. Moon Serpent and Light Serpent (with a small redesign for her and a peek at what I plan on Ko’jin’s future design to look).

This like. 100% wouldn’t happen depending on when Ko’jin appears in the au (post-TOTK’s era). But it was a neat idea regardless so I doodled it while I had the chance 😌

Also since its not canon to the au I’m not gonna bother finishing it rn or making it look good (hence why its a tad scuffed in areas). Maybe it’ll be a thing I finish in the future 🤔.

Perhaps… consider supporting me on kofi if you like my stuff 👀? -> Full-res image available for download here for free

[librathefangirl]

The saviors of the land everybody XD

[sonicattos]

he’s so 15. i know he’s tired and cranky, but like so is every other teenager.

[romance-club-daily]

Romance Club MC's as Greek deities:

Audrey as Astrea:

Titan-Goddess of justice, innocence and purity ⚖️🌹✨

Astraea, also known as Astrea or Astraia, is the virgin goddess of justice, innocence, purity, and precision. Often called the "Star Goddess" or "Star Maiden," Astraea was a cherished deity who embodied all that was virtuous in the world. She is best known as the last immortal to live among humans during the Golden Age. Sadly, this utopian era did not endure. Horrified by humanity's decline, Astraea witnessed misery and wickedness pervade, eroding the innocence once prevalent. Among the last to remain with humans, she eventually departed when redemption seemed impossible, vowing never to return. The Ancient Greeks, along with many other cultures that have since recounted Astraea's story, hold onto the belief that the goddess will one day return to Earth, heralding a new Golden Age for mankind. Audrey was selected to embody Astraea due to her apparent link to the goddess, a connection that remains a mystery to this day (update).

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[acrystalwitch]

Deity Inspired

Makeup Palettes

☀️ Sekhmet 🩸 -Eye of Ra-

✨Goddess of Plagues, War and healing✨

[applefoam]

another digital offering for lord dionysus!

[ohshinytrinketsmine]

Fated meetings, doomed love

The Sign, Ep 6

[chvoswitch]

-ˏˋ⋆ — ｡･ﾟﾟ･❩ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐊 ❨･ﾟﾟ･｡ —⋆ˊˎ-

!?¿¡ ¿!?¡ 𝑰𝑻 𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 !¡!

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𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑹. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮!

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-ˏˋ⋆ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ⋆ˊˎ-

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ᴛᴀɢꜱ — (inspired by) @scarletwitchpanels @hexsreality @magnetic-regent-magneto

[ph4os]

Lady Aphrodite devotional edit 🕊🫧