#god of life

[queewp]

art... ocs doodle dump idk

[chiikasevennn]

God of Life

An artwork based on @skylerskyhigh's fanfic, Cut Yourself On My Glass Plate

"Well~ You are correct. I am not gentle nor am I kind. I am the God of Life. And life is never kind."

Close up

He's so gorgeoulicous. If he wasn't an ass, I would've married him.

Other drawing(s) of mine:

Cale Henituse – "Even though Cale Henituse was called a lot of distasteful names, no one would dare to ever call him ugly."

Venion Stan – "I was getting tired of looking at the hard metal... There was nothing in that cave but stone and metal..."

[tsir-la]

Goddesses of life and death!

[martian-writes]

I always god of death Katsuki. And god of life izuku. So i revsered it.

[blog-moved-lol]

I drew Damian with one of my OCs because I really wanted to draw both but didn't feel like making two separate drawings lol

[allmythologies]

a-z myths: dazbog; slavic mythology

when winter ends dazbog brings the light from the sun and rain to help new life being again. because of this dazbog is also seen as the god of life.

[rowanthestrange]

Kate’s Chrysalis Theory: A caterpillar is just a caterpillar til it’s a butterfly…“a phoenix is just a bird until it burns.”

What if we’re doing that old fandom lore: a Time Lord doesn’t have the physiology of a Time Lord until they regenerate.

We’ve referenced it in ExU a bit, and it was created to explain One having a single heart rather than two. That they’re ‘normal’ until given regenerative ability and using it. Has also been part of why whether Susan is in fact a Time Lord or just a Gallifreyan was until now — if things stay the same — an unsettled issue. (Her capacity to regenerate was unknown, though the Doctor here certainly thinks she should be able to…though apparently he really may not know enough about her to make that call, especially if to him she just appeared and he trusted that unquestionably, her an unknowing harbinger for the Doctor himself).

[idontthinkimokaymentally]

Hello there Ewigeliebe fans.

[shootwithheart]

I just hope this doesn't end in disaster.

//

Love can make you greedy

[sunflowertoonz]

Apparently my friends like this so I'm posting it here

ANYWAY! This gal is a part of a world that my sister and I work on. Gods get recycled about every 500 years, so that opens up some fun opportunities to play around.

She is similar to Hestia from greek mythos. Sassier... a lot sassier, but she still does her job! (she's a whole metaphor that I'll explain eventually)

[odetoichor]

balance.

warnings: death, despair, grief

Death was cold. Unforgiving. 

Life left everything it touched– everything he touched. Nothing survived. 

Creatures cowered at his presence. Flowers wilted in his wake. Decaying, dying, withering. 

Death sits in his garden, full of bare trees and roses with thorns. He watches over the souls, caring for each and every one of them with a particular warmth despite his cold heart. The Underworld was cold, as well. The Sun often chose to reside in the Heavens, far from the despair and grief of his domain. Everything was cold. 

Until it wasn’t. 

His face fills with warmth. His eyes shut at the bright light that seems to shine out of nowhere in front of him. He turns his head, knowing only of one being that would visit.

Life was a gentle being, a warm glow following her wherever she went. A permanent smile etched onto her face, welcoming all who needed it. This smile still held on her face as she appeared in front of him, still shimmering brightly despite the darkness. This smile, however, did not reach her golden eyes. 

“Death.” She hums. “It’s been a while.”

Death’s eyes adjust to the light. “Yes… It has. To what do I owe the pleasure, Life?”

“Yelena.” She corrects. “It makes me seem more… attainable to humans.” 

There she goes again. 

Life– Yelena– always tried to fit in with the humans. To keep their best interests in mind. It was just like her to choose a human name to personify herself and help them understand her. She’s optimistic. Sometimes too much in Death’s opinion, but that is why he exists. To balance her out. 

“Right.” Death nods. He notices her twiddling thumbs. Her shifting weight as she steps from side to side. “Is something the matter?”

Life’s smile drops slightly. Not enough for anyone to notice, but enough for Death to. He’d been with her for millions of years. “I—” She takes a breath. “I need your help.”

“Help? You came to me for help? I’m not exactly known for my compassion.”

At that, Life laughs softly. “And that is why I came to you. You see, I’m in a… predicament.”

Death crosses his arms and leans back, the wrought-iron chair cold. “Well, aren’t you mysterious.” He muses. “Alright, I’ll bite. What predicament have you found yourself in this time? You do realize the only thing I can do is kill, right?”

Life stares at him for a moment. Admitting mistakes has never been one of her strong suits. It rests on the tip of her tongue, and Death waits patiently. He’s no stranger to her stubbornness. 

“I’ve made a mistake.” Her voice shakes. It takes him back slightly, and he raises an eyebrow. “A big one.” 

“But isn’t Life supposed to be perfect?” Death leans in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “A mistake is unthinkable with a god as smart as you.” 

“I could go without the attitude.” She pouts slightly. “I was just… curious about something. But now I cannot reverse it.” 

“You’ll go with whatever I give you if you’re so desperate for help.” Death scoffs. Life’s eyebrows furrow a bit, but he ignores it. “What exactly were you oh so curious about? And why can you not fix it, if you’re as smart as you claim to be?”

“I don’t claim I’m smart!” Life snaps. Almost as quickly as she lost her temper, she composed herself once more and took a breath. “I put life on another planet. E33-B, the one with the pretty land. It was like, a side project from Earth.” 

At this, Death tilts his head. “And why did I not know about this?”

Life looks away. He can tell she’s guilty, and he’s not going to like whatever she says next. 

“I eliminated… everything.” She continues. “Sickness. Natural disasters. Things that… come after it.”

“So you eliminated death.” 

Life doesn’t answer. Her demeanor is that of a petulant child that has been caught red-handed, being scolded by their parent. She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“I assume you realize that this was a poor decision?” Death tries to keep his voice calm, but inside he’s upset. Upset at her negligence. Upset that she didn’t tell him. Upset that she thought that she could have life without death. 

“I was just curious.” Her shoulders slump. “It’s just my nature to always be optimistic. But Death, they’re suffering. There’s famine, and war, and not enough land. Nobody dies from it, they’re just hungry and injured and miserable.”

“This kind of thing happens when life is allowed to grow out of control.”

“Like us.” Life laughs dryly. “I get overzealous and you reel me back in.” 

Death scoffs. “I only do it out of necessity. To keep the balance. You, however, made a foolish decision and decided to try and be the sole god, which has its consequences when you’re not God.” 

Life’s shoulders are visibly tense. “Please, I– I don’t know what else to do. I thought I could handle it. I thought it would work out fine.”

“We are not the same, Life. Do not forget that.” Death sneers. “You cannot play the roles that I can. Yet I cannot just take away life and interfere with nature so drastically.”

“It’s not natural!” Life pleads. She seems to be a few seconds away from getting on her knees and begging. “I screwed up. Royally. But I cannot take life away. You can.”

“It may not be natural, but it is the consequences of your actions. You created a new world, and now you are responsible for every one of its creations. If they live in poverty, perhaps you should create more resources. If they are starving, give them more land. Do not ask me to step in when there is nothing stopping you from fixing this yourself.”

Life looks away, her eyes brimming with tears. It pains Death to see her upset, but he’s more upset at her actions. “I’m trying, Death. I’m trying so hard, but it doesn’t work. I give them more land but they don’t want to share. They fight over it. If everyone were to only take what they needed, then everyone would have enough. But humans… humans aren’t like that.”

“You should have thought about that beforehand.” Death chides. “Or, you know, consulted me before creating a new civilization. We’re supposed to work together. But instead, you went and ignored any consequences and now you expect me to clean up your mess? You created them, you’re responsible for them.”

Life shakes her head and turns around, hiding her tears. “Nevermind. I’ll figure it out.”

Death watches Life. Her posture is slumped– dejected. The glow that shines so naturally around her dims, and Death’s cold heart clenches ever-so-slightly. He was never one to sugar coat his words, and Life knows that. Yet, he can’t help but feel he was a bit too harsh on her. 

“Wait, Life.”

She stops, one foot in the beam of light to take her home to the Heavens. She won’t turn around. 

“You can’t run from this, you know.” Death makes his voice a bit more gentle. “Are you really willing to neglect them like this?”

“I–I’m not trying to neglect them.” She sniffs. Death presses his lips into a thin line– a confirmation of her crying. “I want them to live and thrive. But they need balance. That’s all I’m asking for.”

“Life, you know you can do things to help them other than killing them. You can slow down their reproduction rate. You can provide more resources. You could even send down some kind of writing to teach them to stop.” 

Life doesn’t respond, her back still facing him. There’s obviously more to it. Death steps a bit closer, cautious not to touch her, lest his curse rot her as well. 

“Come on, Life.” He tries an even gentler approach. “I know there’s something else. Just tell me.”

“My powers aren’t as strong as they used to be.”

At that, Death’s breath catches in his throat. It makes sense. Life gets her power from the belief and appreciation of humans. 

“Without death…” He begins. 

“They cannot appreciate life.” Life finally turns to look at him, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks. “Without death, I am nothing. But bringing back balance would help that.” 

Death nods. “I am not yet affected by this as you are, because I get my power from the souls in the Underworld. But eventually, as less souls begin to arrive, my power will suffer as well.” 

“That is why we have to fix it now!” Life exclaims. “Before it’s too late. Death, I’m so sorry.”

Death hums. “You do realize that by bringing death back, you will add more misery to their world? They may already be suffering, but you will be adding grief as they cope with the loss of a loved one.” 

“I’ve already come to terms with that millenia ago. I have to prepare myself with any new life, in case it gets taken away before I’m ready. At least in this case, it will be granting them mercy.”

“Mercy?” Death laughs slightly. “Your precious humans will not see it that way. They will fear it. They will beg for life– beg for their loved ones. All the while, you will be responsible for it. And they will hate you.”

At that, Life finally lets out the choked sob she’d been keeping in. She shakes her head, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. Tears fall freely down her face and Death can’t help but admit that he hates the sight. Someone as bright as her didn’t deserve to be so dim, yet here she was. 

He signs. He is no stranger to misery, nor is he one to shy away from difficult decisions, but this was something he was hoping to avoid. But given that his counterpart is in the depths of her own misery, it seems like he has no choice. 

“I will do this.” Death steels his voice. “I will bring death to your world. I will bring disease, injuries, aging, everything. But you must promise me something.” 

“I’ll never do this again.” She immediately cries out. “I swear on it. I hate this.”

“You must not punish the population for your mistakes again. You must not allow yourself to get carried away and forget who you are, as you did this time. Death is a necessary balance, yet there is a weight to be carried when you are the one inflicting it. Are you willing to shoulder this, despite everything?”

Determination shines in Life’s. “Despite everything.” 

And with a wave of his hand, and a glow of his eyes, Death nods. “It is finished.” 

All goes silent in the Underworld, except for in Life’s ears. 

She flinches as she hears noises of confusion come from her planet. Then, voices of realization. Her eyes close completely as the first wail of despair resonates through her ears. It's a shrill, piercing noise. A mother, crying for her son. 

Life waves her hand, a small visual of her planet appearing made of light. She watches the reactions– the tears, the wails. The pleas for him back. But what’s done is done. 

“Do not fret, Life.” Death watches her. “It will take a while to adjust, but they will come to respect death as a part of life. Just as you should.”

Life’s face remains stoic, stained with tears. Her arms are still wrapped tightly around herself as she watches. 

“I will leave you now.” Death is unsure of what to do. “You asked me to step in and I did. The least you could do is oversee the aftermath.” 

Life stays silent as Death begins to leave the garden. “...Visit sometime.”

“I will, Life. But for now, you must carry on.”

—

Life was always so sure of herself. 

So confident, so loving and gentle. She only wanted the best for her creations, watching over them with a beautiful smile. 

But now… she sobs. 

Life falls to her knees in front of her planet, unable to tear her eyes away. She cannot breathe, and yet she has to. Life must go on. 

Hours for Life is a thousand years for her planet, and slowly the grass grows green again. 

The crops flourish, the people thrive. They learn. They’re happy. 

Life sits in the Heavens, holding her knees close to her chest. Her power is back, her planet lives. Yet, she remains dim. 

A shadow begins in the corner of her room, growing and morphing until a silhouette appears, clad in a cape of night and a crown of thorns. Death looms behind her, watching. 

“They’re okay.” Life whispers. 

“They are.” He hesitates for a moment, then rests his hand on her shoulder. “And you will be too. You’ve learned and grown just as much as they have, Life. Yelena.” 

Life lays her hand on his, squeezing it. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Death. Mara.”

Death’s curse cannot hurt her, for life persists. 

Without Death, there is no Life. Without Life, there is no Death.

[tsir-la]

Chillin with wife

[blog-moved-lol]

Characters who are made for each other, both in the 'good way' and the 'bad way', is one of my favorite tropes.

Because on one hand, I have a set of OCs who are made for each other in the 'good way'. A God of Life and a God of Death, opposite in meaning, yet necessary for one another. What does life mean if you never die? What does death mean if you never lived? The God of Life makes flowers bloom and birds sing wherever he walks, he brings breath back into empty lungs and heals sickness to anyone he may pass. The God of Death kills everything near him, sometimes slowly, aging a bit faster here, getting more sick than normal there. Sometimes quickly, turning flesh to ash under his fingertips. He withers away every blade of grass under his feet, and every clueless animal that happens to wander too close. The only way to achieve true balance is for them to be together. A world where nothing heals, but nothing withers either. They are made for each other in the way that the God of Death could never be with another, because the God of Life is the only being that won't die from his touch. They're made for each other in that the God of Death has never felt love, and the God of Life has infinite love to give. They're perfect for one another.

But at the same time, I'm formulating character ideas for a Deity of the Sun and a Deity of the Moon, and they're made for each other in the 'bad way'. They might be two sides of the same coin, more similar then they would ever want to admit, but they're still opposite faces that are never meant to show at the same time. The narrative has set them up to be the perfect pair, alone in the vastness of space together. Opposites attract, right? And yet they absolutely despise one another. The sun is forever jealous of how people admire the moon, and the moon is forever jealous of the way the sun warms the Earth. And yet they know they can never hurt one another, because if the moon were to die then the tides would go wild (+ lots of other space stuff I can't fully understand), and if the sun were to die then the world would freeze and life would cease to exist. The other Deities want them to be together. The mortals depict them as being together. The story wants them to be together. The writer wants them to be together. But can they really learn to let go of those feelings of hate and anger? Do they use their hate to mask feelings of love that they're too scared to show because they know that once they do they'll never be able to hide it again? So many possibilities.

[phoenixryzing]

It wasn't as though this was impossible on Ethyril, rather, very odd.

No god predated the planet, none claimed its creation or the creation of the universe or the like. Rather, the gods of the magic-cored planet were aspects of human willpower and magic given form. This was a well-known fact.

It was also a well-known fact that each god had a domain, a field of magic they maintained and oversaw. Gods were little more than cosmic businessmen, though gardener was more apt: they grew the power in their followers, tended the weeds of chaos from bad magicians, and generally made sure the world didn't blow up.

Therefore, their worship--an act that re-affirms their existence in the mind of mortals and keeps them alive--was both vital and very practical and common.

The god explained all this while their coffee grew cold. The shimmering, humanoid-shaped garden had no mouth to speak of, but Alica noticed the 'flowers' on it seem to move their petals when they spoke. She narrowed her eyes. A good bit of illusion magic, she thought.

"Ms. Fairfield," the god--Eden, they were known, after a mythical garden in the Age of Myths--said in a beleaguered tone, "You must understand. Us gods are very real, and your disbelief only hinders our work. For such a famed--and powerful--magician like yourself to decry us--"

"How long did it take you to make that outfit?" Alice asked. "Months? Years? I bet if I got Charon in here, he could dispel it. The Paladin Order does not take kindly to lies, and as our best Light Mage, he easily could."

The garden seemed unperturbed. "Then ask for him. I have nothing to hide."

Alica glared again, but picked up a small crystal, tapped it thrice, and asked the operator for Charon. She explained the situation tersely. "We have someone claiming diety-hood here, come show them up will you?"

She heard a heavy sigh on the other end, and Charon grumbled an agreement.

While they waited, Alica stood and got herself more coffee. The paladin was dressed in her day attire, rough-spun white cotton kept immaculately clean, a mirror of the cottage. A small, hard bed stood in one corner, a little kitchen in another, a study in another. The table Eden sat at was in the middle of the well-kept dirt floor, and was clean of anything but the pewter cups.

Eden appreciated a good dirt floor, not easy to keep looking nice, and reached some roots down. While Alica was busy with the fire-elemented stove, they discreetly poured the coffee onto the ground, their roots absorbing the liquid without a trace. They hummed. "A good brew," they said, vines brightening a bit. "You have an eye for coffee plants. This feels. . . oh, a bean originally from Eros. Far away from here," they commented, as Alica came back with a steaming cup.

"You did your research," Alica edged, sitting down. She sipped her own cup, and glanced at Eden. "Yes, in the capital a merchant keeps some plants. Its an extravagance to buy the beans, but I save by roasting the beans myself. As I'm sure you knew," she said scathingly.

Eden chuckled. "You are a fine fire mage as well as life one. I assume you learned the art to better your purification spells? They are top-notch from my observation."

Flushing a little, the woman said, "But of course. A good Paladin has one of three sub-fields: fire for wound cleansing, water for wound stitching, and light for long life. Everyone knows that," she said, jutting out her chin.

Chuckling again, Eden said, "Yet the Order has the role of Light wrong. Light is a field of energy, one that promotes growth and stimulation. What Life magic infused with Light does is actually regenerate the body, curing the effects of aging. Aging is but another illness, child," it said, though in a rather grandmotherly tone, "One necessary for the continuation of the Cycle, but an illness none the less. The body, as time passed, develops micro-wounds in its very makeup, errors that come to look like sagging skin or cloudy eyes. These errors can be healed like any other, if one were to focus on the very mechanics of growth itself--hence, a strong light augmentation heals the effects of aging," Eden explained.

Alica listened despite herself. Some of this was known, but she had never had it explained quite so well. She shifted unconsciously to that of a dutiful student, and started, "If so, how--"

However, a knock on the door interrupted them. Alica excused herself, then got up and let Charon in. The tall, espresso-skinned man entered, clad similarly in rough-spun white robes. He had an irritated look on its face, but it dropped when he saw Eden.

"Lord Eden!" he cried, falling immediately into full prostate. "Forgive me! If I had known, I would have worn my cerimonal robes--"

Eden stood, or rather lengthened, and reached a vine down to Charon. "Rise, my child. There is no need. While I appreciate the effort, I need no ornate ceremony from my worshippers." Their tone was warm, as though speaking with a favorite son, and Charon flushed furiously.

He rose, brushing a bit of dirt off his robes, and saying in a small voice, "I apologize for my lack of recent prayer. I worried that, with--"

Eden waved a vine. "No worries my son," she said, and he looked up, bright-eyed. "Though in a garden one grows as one is planted, humans will ever make their own way. I hold no grudge for it."

Charon stammered a thanks, while Alica slowly closed the door. She was conflicted. Eden seemed quite genuine, but--

"Eden," she finally barked, "If you and the gods are real, why this war with the Elemental Forces? Why not control your men!"

Charon looked at her sharply, then his shoulders sagged. "I must confess, even I wonder that," he said. "We fight every day for our survival, while the gods. . . "

". . . cannot do a thing," Eden said. Alica glared, but Eden continued, "We are made of willpower made form via magic. Do you think we control humanity, much less all the creatures of magic of old? Indeed, only via bodily force could we do anything, and then only one creature at a time. Humans, yes, we could deprive of magic. Creatures of magic, however. . . " they trailed of.

"As beings of raw magic, you'd have to starve them entirely, yes?" Charon asked, and Eden nodded.

"I do not agree with doing that. Lord of Life and all that," they said with a weak chuckle. "We ask. We plead. We bargain. The creatures of Life have agreed to stay in their Plane with their role in the Cycle, and that is the most I can do. I know Anubis has a similar agreement with the beings of Death, but the other gods. . . " they sighed, a sound like the wind through the trees.

A silence passed. Alica sighed, and walked over to the stove. "Charon, would you like some coffee? Lord Eden, some more?"

They agreed, Eden humming happily before settling down for a long talk. They needed to do coffee more often!

“God can come have coffee with me if he’s really interested.” You said, shutting the door on some irritating guys with pamphlets. The very next day, God taps lightly on your door, to have a coffee.

[rowanthestrange]

To quote myself

What comes before death? Life obviously. If the Doctor is a god of life, thus follows death. A harbinger chain if you will. Is that a paradox loop I sense?? To end Death, you’d have to end Life - i.e. death, which you can’t have without life. Both exist or neither.

That’s actually got to be the case, right? Because of 73 Yards. The Doctor was removed from existence down to the opening credits, and Sutekh never manifested.