#goddess of the universe

[unspokenmantra]

Goddess of the Universe, oil painting

by Kinuko Yamabe Craft

[shadowwhitewolf]

I drew myself a sailor moon fan art my oc's and she's queen goddess of the universe✨☄️💜💙🤍✨

[universe-gods-and-goddesses]

Ah, you want to hear about some gods and goddess, do you? That's fine. We shall start big and go small....as do most gods and goddesses throughout the years when their iterations get lost throughout time....Let us start with the Universe....

Universe:

Name: their true name is unknown, but they go by Universe just to make it easier on the mortals

Age: as old as all of the universe

Species: unknown, can shapeshift

Gender: they have no gender, but are fine with being seen as any gender while their main body is female presenting

Powers: able to control the universe, able to create anything, able to breathe life into anything, able to calm anything and everything around them, can erase/replace/lock/restore memories, nothing can die when within the presence of the main body(not the universe itself per say, but the humanoid body of the universe), able to see into different dimensions, and able to control everything

God of: Life, Creation, Peace, Memories, and Birth(or the 'original' concept of the universe for a second, before their younger twin, the god of Chaos and Destruction, came into being)

Rank: Head God

Children: yes

Grandchildren: yes

Partners: yes

Aliases: they have many names and have gone through many names throughout the eons they have been around, so they normally do not mind being called any different name....But on the chance that they get reincarnated, which happens alot actually, then they prefer to be called by that incarnations life. Currently, they prefer to be called Phoebe.

(the tag for Universe/Phoebe will be The Divine Empress)

[astrocafecoffee]

Your manifestation is coming! 💗

✨I don't know why I feel so called to writing this, but " whoever is reading this, if you are manifesting anything, trust that it's unfolding. Have faith, don't give up...love and peace." ✨

[ovegakart]

Hylia is a Lake

[sakuraluna01]

Prologue

-> Next

Legend of Zelda: Linked Universe

<Echoes of Heroes Past>

An AU spinoff based off of Jojo's Linked Universe at @/linkeduniverse and Nintendos Legend of Zelda, also inspired by Honkai Star Rail

[yourmoonie]

GET THEM OBSESSED WITH YOU

My energy is magnetic

I am irresistible irreplaceable and unforgettable. My energy and personality are addicting. It's a privilege to experience my presence.

I am on the highest pedestal. They worship the ground I walk on because I am a Goddess. I always get treated like a royalty because I am a QUEEN.

I have the body, the appearance, the brains, and everything. I am ME, and that's my superpower.

I am so seductive. They can never get enough of me. They are always craving my love and validation. I am their source of inspiration and motivation.

I shine brighter than the world's shinest gemstones. My presence lights up any room I enter to.

I am worthy of all the success, love, and abundance that this universe has to offer.

I believe in myself because I am capable of achieving anything I set my mind to. My positive energy radiates outwards, inspiring others and becoming a magnet for endless blessings into my life.

I AM UNSTOPPABLE AND THE WORLD IS UNDER MY FEET.

[ghostplasmas]

I can't take myself seriously.

This is for the LU discord weekly prompt: "everything is the same EXCEPT ___" And I decided to make everything the same- except Time is a Muppet!

This turned into a full blown AU (/srs)

[aryxchse]

the same type of blue. | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n : the history book on the shelf, is always repeating itself. and i won't shut up about how logan lerman and his wife being sally and poseidon in my head

warnings : emotional, i can't warm up to paul im sorry, sally and poseidon should've been an endgame but idek how, mentioning past, you looking like sally, crying, some of the hera cabin power mentions that i had in mind

the moment sally jackson met you, was the moment she saw her teenage self in your eyes.

you were this funny and bubbly girl who was too nice for your own good. you had these mother instict in you that later she found out it was because of your mother being hera. you would always say what type of marriage you imagine with percy and how many kids do you want. one boy and one girl, doesn't matter who's the older. the girl was going to have percy's eyes, but the boy will have yours.

and it always put a smile on her face to listen you talk about your dreams so comfortly to her. because she saw herself in those dreams. they were once her dreams too.

percy looked and acted too much like poseidon for sally's own good. he would unknowingly make his dad's jokes, and would call you 'darling' like he did to her back then. all these little details would remind sally her past love.

it was a barbeque day for the jackson-blofis family at the montauk cabin. where you were obviously invited, and poseidon, obviously was not. he liked to show up in family gatherings once in a while, to spend some time with his son or suprisingly, estelle.

you and sally prepared the table as the boys made the meat while laughing at something. paul and poseidon had this awkward friendship that always made you giggle. and percy would chat with his biological dad more often, since he felt more comfortable with him. don't get me wrong, he loved paul. all of you loved paul. but poseidon's warm energy made him easier to talk.

you never thought you'd have a dinner with a god but here you were, eating a meal with one of the most powerful gods ever existed. poseidon was really good at making people forget that he's a god, the one that rules the seven seas.

after the dinner, percy and you started to clean the area as paul went inside to watch this new game he followed, you didn't really paid attention. sally stayed outside, smelling the sea's calming scent, her bare feet dipping in the sand.

she looked over were poseidon and estelle was playing. he made sand castles with her as he laughed like a true grandpa. it made sally chuckle too, seeing him acting all fatherly with her daughter.

"he wants to make up for it," you said, and it made sally slightly jump. you apologised while putting a hand on her shoulder. "you know, since he couldn't look out for percy and you."

sally's eyes started to water up, but she managed to crack a smile. "how do you know this?" she asked. you shrugged, "i can feel a parent's feelings, even if they're a god. weird power, i know." you chuckled at the end with her.

"he didn't had any choice," sally muttered, looking at the sea again. you nodded. "i know, but he still feels bad. he really loves you sally, still like the first time." your whispering words made sally want to breakdown right then and there, but she only sighed.

"baby!" percy called behind you, smiling like a little kid. you both turned around as you made your way to percy, giggling. once again, it reminded sally the good times. but she wasn't alone this time, poseidon could also see the similarities between them. how you had sally's hair back then like how she used it, and how percy was a literal copy of himself.

sally sat next to poseidon as he sat there silently, watching his son and his girlfriend chase eachother around the beach, just like he and sally did. estelle was asleep in his arms, the calm energy he radiated making the girl fall asleep immediatly.

"they're just like us." poseidon whispered, not looking at the woman he still loved. sally smiled, not that he would see. "yeah. but a better version." she responded.

"one that ends happily unlike us." he agreed, too afraid to look in her eyes. sally didn't said anything, and the past lovers watched their son having the time of his life with the girl he loved.

suddenly percy lifted you up on his shoulders and ran into the water with you, still being clothed. you whined the moment you swimmed up. "percy it's not fair!" you yelled at him between your giggles.

"m' wet too baby, see? there's nothing unfair in this!" percy laughed with her, hugging her waist tightly so that she won't slip away.

"you used to do that too," sally whispered to poseidon, smile hurting her cheeks at this point. poseidon mimicked her facial expressions as he nodded quickly.

"and you would always whine like her." he chuckled, making the woman laugh along with him.

percy stepped out from the water with the help of the waves, still holding you in his arms in bridal style. while he made his way into the cabin, he spinned you around once in a while to make you laugh.

"he's really your son." sally chuckled, watching the couple enter the cabin.

"he's our son." poseidon corrected. he finally faced the woman, and saw the tears perking in her eyes through a smile. this was sally jackson, the woman he loved the most. smiling through everything.

he made the tears go away with a flick of his hand, too afraid to touch her. "a proof that our love was real, not a dream i had."

[shadowwhitewolf]

✨Welcome To ShadowWhiteWolf Magnificent✨

My name is shadow! I'm an artist I create art, anime, anime art comics, anime art fandom, oc's and au's. I draw wolves a lot also mythical creatures and I do draw different things too. And my art style can be silly and super detailed. My avatar is white wolf with wings and she is goddess of the universe and she creates worlds, stories and elements.✨����📖☄️✨

I use SketchBook and IbisPaint.✨🎨🖌️

And also I am more offin on ✨Tumblr✨and✨Twitter✨

And also my artwork may be contains some adult themes, blood/gore and violence. and therefore is 18+ so please be advised.

[nell0-0]

AHHHH! He lost his EYE in the war! AHHHH!

I am perfectly normal about your last comic. I swear. Very normal. Just...not at all sobbing and emotional over it. You should know that. Definitely. ;_;

It's so good and so sad!

Yep ;u;

Glad you liked it tho!

Take the broken mask drawing as symbolism (?). A piece of him is now forever a part of Mask, and there's no taking that back.

There are many protrayals of Fierce Deity out there, but I like to think he ain't necessarily mean (quite the contrary), just a bit out of touch with how hylians work and feel. Fierce Deity deemed some things necessary for Mask's survival and well being, and not necessarily all of them were free of consequences. It was done with good intentions tho. If only he bothered to explain/tell Mask that...

Tormenting Twilight a bit is fun sometimes too ksksks

> Context about the ask HERE

> Twili Twilight looks HERE

> Continuation of this HERE

[powdermelonkeg]

Thoughts on the thunder wizard again.

Genuinely, I find Gale's relationship with Mystra to be fascinating when you consider all its facets. Unhealthy, imbalanced, definitely poisonous, but also very, very intricate with a lot of blurred edges to it. One of those things where you're both like "wow, what the hell, that's horrible" but also "that makes perfect sense for their characters, and while I would NEVER, I know why they would, and why it happened."

You've got a wizard who doesn't know what real love is, who thinks he's finally being shown it by the person he adores most. His greatest fantasy, his most potent joy, his most heartfelt aspirations, and they were all offered to him.

And he wants to see what all she's hiding from him, because of course he does. She's the keeper of all things forbidden to him. The empire of Netheril reached magical heights that will never be touched again, and all that knowledge is beyond her curtain. She loves him, right? Surely, if he proves himself enough, she'll let him grasp that power he so desperately wants.

And not even in the power-hungry sense! All that magic Mystra's locked up was accessible during Mystryl's reign. Think of all the answers to theories about the universe that are back there. Every question of "can this be done, and what would it do" would be answered, if he could just bargain hard enough.

She loves him, right?

Surely, if he proves himself enough...

And then, on the other hand, Mystra. Once Midnight, her human personality has been subsumed by the goddess of magic and her duty to the Weave. She has a responsibility to magic, she IS magic.

Then along comes this mortal boy who knows how to handle her Weave. Who doesn't try to wrestle with and dominate, who sings to it. He handles it with such ease and grace—it's not just that he could be Chosen, but he deserves it. To put her Weave in the hands of someone so intrinsically in tune with it, who understands its potential with a wonder like no other. Few enough can handle the raw power that comes with being Chosen, but this one? This one is perfect.

And he adores you. And you adore him, like one would a beautiful butterfly that's landed on their finger. And he's willing to be devoted to you in all things, not out of transaction like most of your worshipers are, but out of love for you, your craft, your magic. You're so deeply and utterly charmed by him.

And it's not like Mystra hasn't walked this path before.

She gives him what he desires, because what he desires is her. And, in a different way, she desires him. She wants him to be her representation in the world. She indulges his adoration with her own presence, and takes indulgence herself in mortal comforts. He's never satisfied with her answers, but who could blame him? She keeps a whole world away from mortals, because she knows what such unfettered power might bring about (again).

And the wizarding prodigy's ambition is lit (again).

And the height of power is reached for (again).

And she stops him (again, again, again).

She does care for him. She doesn't want to see her little butterfly burn himself, and she doesn't want to be the one to ruin those wings.

But then he's not a butterfly. He's a mortal, wielding a weapon of murder, of her murder, and he's brought it to her doorstep because she told him "no." And he's cut himself on it, he doesn't know what it is, but it's hurt him—and it's only a fraction of the hurt it could do to her. How dare he want her help after threatening her?

(He didn't mean to.)

(He only wanted to help.)

(He only wanted. How human.)

She doesn't help him. If he wants to pursue Karsus' weaponry, it's his responsibility, his hubris, that led him to injuring himself on it. She's furious. She's hurt. She's cold.

(What fools these mortals be.)

But then, there's a greater threat to her. Something that could drown the Material in Karsus' failings. And that little boy, who nicked himself on the sword he lifted, still wants her help.

It's a fair trade, isn't it? She'll forgive him, let him into her domain again, if he accepts his punishment and goes into battle for her. He picked up a sword, it's appropriate that he learns to use it in her name, right?

If he was telling the truth, he wouldn't hesitate. If he really wanted to serve her with the Netherese Orb, he would jump at the opportunity to do so. He would have to give up a few petty things in the process, ("petty," she calls mortality, as if family and home mean nothing, as if friends and love are finite. Because to her, they do mean nothing. Because to her, they are finite.) but it isn’t atonement without sacrifice, is it?

It's the tactical move. She's not above hurting one man to save a nation. It's not even the first time she's done it.

(Dornal Silverhand sends his regards.)

If he loves her, he'd die for her, because she'd let him into her paradise. If he doesn't love her, he won't, and she was justified in removing him from her grace.

He doesn't love her. Not anymore.

Does he hate her enough to try to take his dues?

Ambition has always been man's greatest folly.

[amanitacurses]

[foreverrryourssss]

Back to school ✓

[ahamasmiyodhah]

चाम्पेयगौरार्धशरीरकायै करपुरगौरार्धशरीरकायै।

धम्मिल्लकायै च जटाधरायै नमः शिवायै च नमः शिवाय।।

One half shines with golden yellow color like Chaampeya flower and other half shines in bright white of Karpuram. One side of the head is adorned with a beautiful braided decoration and other sports an unkempt Jataamukutam. I bow to Shivaa (Parvati) and Shiva in the form of Ardhanaarishvara.

𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐀; She dances in delight with captivating beauty at face of creation which springs forth from them. His dance of destruction is in fury and the cosmos subsides back in them. SHE is the mother of this world and He is the Father.

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Since @mahi-wayy triggered me to make this and I can always rant about them to @harinishivaa

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[muttybx]

No thoughts, just Tomorrowverse Wonder Women.