#moros worshipping

[in-the-dreamland-we-live]

im trying to kinda give praise to moros now and at this point idk what he likes because i couldn't find any sources about him online and it made me kinda sad bc we don't appreciate how big of a role doom plays in our lifes — it builds our character (not in a toxic way like 'what doesn't kills us makes us stronger' but literally — certain sudden events like death and destruction of someone or something can easily serve as a fundamental thing in your ways of seeing life), it makes us reconsider some decisions, sometimes it serves like a push towards something better when you start feeling that in current situation doom is REALLY inevitable.

so i wish there would be some guide for favoring him, some subtle ways to divote ourselves to him — and at some point i started to think myself — what would he like. what stones, what flowers, what scents? i thought about violets, since it is a simbol of sudden death in greek culture according to this russian site mos-ritual.ru in the article 'flowers that simbolise death in different cultures' :

translation:

Oddly enough, this delicate flower has also been a symbol of death since the times of Ancient Greece. According to legend, the daughter of Zeus, Proserpina, once went into the forest for violets, and there she was kidnapped by Pluto. The violets she picked scattered on the ground. And this is all that remains as a memory of her. Since then, these flowers began to be laid on the graves of untimely deceased girls.

there can also be white lillies in the culture of ancient egypt they are also a simbol of a sudden death. i though about poppies for a sec but came with conclusion that poppy is more thanatos thing or even ares but not moros. so here we stand with violets and white lillies.

as for the scents i thought about roses or elderberries or even carnaition. this scents are strong and sometimes even bitter and you can feel their presence before you see them so it is kinda associated with doom by me (they are also a death simbols as you can figure).

for the colors i stopped at violet, black, grey and suddenly red. for the first three it's not unexpected since i noticed their associacion with the children of nyx, but red is not what usually gets there. red can be blood ofc, it also can be anger and anger is sometimes a catalyst for some events that results in doomcoming.

as for the stones i didn't figured them yet for one simple reason — i don't know my stones, but i will and this post can be updated later so stay tuned.

[youvebeentold]

Jakub aka Alessandro Moro doing some light flexing. That’s some densely packed muscle.

[supremehomme]

Rodolfo Moro

[thedansemacabres]

Moros is a man’s appointed death; Ker, the fate which overtakes him on the battlefield, and Thanatos, the state Ker leaves you in. Or, in other words, when the Moirai see fit, Ker gets hold of you, and Thanatos is the result.

— Personification in the Greek World From Antiquity to Byzantium, Edited by Emma Stafford and Judith Herrin

[aliciavance4228]

Here's a list with obscure deities from Greco-Roman Mythology to obssess about

Aceso: The goddess of the healing process and Asclepcius' daughter;

Achlys: The goddess of the eternal night, aka the Mist of Death;

Agon: The greek god of competition;

Alala: The goddess of the war cry, daughter of Polemos and one of Ares' attendants;

Alke: The goddess of battle-strenght and Eris' daughter;

Amechania: Apparently the ancient greeks did have a goddess of helplessness too.

Apate: A daughter of Nyx and the goddess of deceit;

Arete: She's more a concept than an actual deity. From what I found, her name means virtue, in the sense of being the best version of yourself or reaching tour highest potential. She was supposed to personify that;

Aristaeus: A minor god primarily known for rustic arts like beekeeping and cheesemaking. And Eurydice's assaulter;

Arke: Iris' sister who was thrown intk Tartarus after betraying the gods and becoming a messager for the titans;

Atë: Eris' daughter and the goddess of mischief, delusion, folly, and reckless impulsiveness that leads to ruin;

Bia: The goddess and personification of force;

Caerus: Very obscure guy and the god of opportunity;

Ceto: An early sea goddess and the mother of the Gorgons, the Graia, Echidna and the Hesperian Dragon;

Cybele: A Phrygian Mother Goddess, her cult being very popular in Anatolia once;

Dike: Goddess of mortal justice and fair judgment;

Dolos: God of trickery and guile, and a former apprentice to Prometheus;

Dysnomia: Daughter of Eris and goddess of lawlessness;

Eleos: A daughter of Nyx and the personification of pity, mercy, clemency, and compassion;

Endovelicus: Worshipped only by the romans, and apparently a deity who came from the Lisutanian Mythology. He was the god of healing and light.

Epione: The goddess of the soothing of pain and Asclepcius' wife;

Eucleia, Eupheme, Euthenia and Philophrosyne: Hephaestus and Aglaea's daughters;

Geras: Son of Nyx and the god of old age;

Homados: God of the noise of battle and all the blood-curdling screaming that implies;

Homonia: Goddess of concord, unanimity, and oneness of mind;

Hygieia: A daughter of Asclepcius and the personification of health, cleanliness, and sanitation;

Iaso: Daughter of Asclepius and the goddess of recuperation from illness;

Janus: Present only in the Roman Mythology, Janus was the god of doorways, gates, transitions, and beginnings and endings;

Kratos: Apparently he actually existed in Greek Mythology, but he was the god of strenght and power;

Limos: Daughter of Eris and the goddess of starvation;

Lyssa: Daughter of Nyx and the goddess of mad rage, frenzy and rabies in animals;

Mithras: Besides the fact that he was a roman god worshipped by a popular mystery cult there are few things known about him;

Momus: Son of Nyx and the god of satire, mockery, censure, writers, and poets;

Moros: Son of Nyx and the god of impending doom;

Oizys: Daughter of Nyx and the goddess of misery;

Pamacea: Daughter of Asclepcius and the goddess of universal remedy;

Peitho: Goddess of persuasion and seduction;

Penia: Goddess of poverty and need;

Phorcys: God of the mysterious dangers of the deep and Ceto's husband;

Plutus: God of wealth;

Polemos: Personification of war;

Ponos: God of hard labor and toil;

Porus: God of plenty and a son of Metis, making him the half-brother of Athena;

Praxidike: The goddess of judicial punishment and the exactor of vengeance;

Priapus: A minor fertility god, known for trying to rape Hestia once and his large equipment;

Ptocheia: Greek goddess of beggary;

Quirnius: An early roman god of Rome itself as a city state.

Seilenos: The god of drunkeness and crushing grapes under foot to make wine and the godfather of Dionysus;

Soteria and Soter: The goddess and god of safety and deliverance from harm;

Zelus: The personification of dedication, emulation, eager rivalry, envy, jealousy, and zeal. Had wings like his siblings (Nike, Kratos and Bia) and was an enforcer for Zeus that stood about his throne;

[coinandcandle]

Eris Deep Dive: Goddess of Discord and Strife

Eris (Ἔρις) is the Greek personification of discord and strife—more notably she was considered to be the daimona of the strife of war. She was not considered a goddess in the same respect as the Olympians until more recently.

While she was not worshiped in ancient Greece, she has become a popular deity in Discordianism, a modern religion, as well as being worshiped by solitary individuals. In modern day she is given a kinder but still discordant role, worshiped as a goddess of chaos and specifically necessary chaos; chaos invoked as the catalyst of change. She is also said to be the goddess of the chaos needed for artists to create.

Parents and Siblings

Her parentage depends on who is relaying the story. The most popular belief is that she was spawned by Nyx alone.

Nyx, no father

Nyx and Erebus (only because Erebus was Nyx’s lover)

Zeus and Hera (because she is noted as Ares’ sister)

Siblings will also depend. According to Hesiod’s Theogony, her siblings are:

Aether

Hemera

Moros

Apate

Dolos

Nemesis

The Keres

The Moirai

The Hesperides

The Erinyes

Oizys

Momus

Oneiros

Hypnos

Thanatos

Philotes

Geras

If she is the daughter of Zeus and Hera then the list of siblings would be way longer including all half siblings. She is specifically mentioned to be Ares’ sister in Homer’s Iliad. Too many to list, I will instead offer you the genealogy of Zeus and Hera.

Her full-blooded siblings would be:

Hebe

Ares

Eileithyia

Lovers or Partners

No lovers mentioned

Children

Ponos (Hardship)

Lethe (Forgetfulness)

Limos (Starvation)

Algea (Pains)

Hysminai (Battles)

Makhai (Wars)

Phonoi (Murders)

Androktasiai (Manslaughters)

Neikea (Quarrels)

Pseudea (Lies)

Logoi (Stories)

Amphillogiai (Disputes)

Dysnomia (Anarchy)

Ate (Ruin)

Horkos (Oath)

Epithets

Note that these aren’t historically attested, they do come from translated myths but that doesn’t mean she was called this throughout history.

Strife

Infernal Goddess

Mother of Cacodaemons

Notes

Often Eris is called a goddess of chaos in modern times, but in history she is recorded as the goddess of discord. While they seem like synonyms they are not, chaos is disorder and confusion; discord is argument or disagreement. While discord may lead to chaos, they are not one in the same.

This confusion may come from the conflation of Eris and the similar but still separate Roman goddess Discordia, who is the goddess of chaos and was often seen in a kinder light than the Greek Eris.

Eris is the last born of Nyx according to the Theogony.

She is noted in mythology to be particularly fond of the bloodshed of war.

Eris and the goddess of war Enyo are often conflated.

In his writing Works and Days, Hesiod says that there are two Erises; one that exists purely to plague mankind with strife, and the other is a kinder Eris who instills a healthy sense of competition in mankind.

Unfortunately Eris does not appear in mythology often, as is the case for many daimones, However her most popular roles in mythology are:

Throwing the (sometimes golden) apple into a feast with the words inscribed “to the fairest”, causing three goddesses, Aphrodite, Athena, and Hera, to argue about who the apple should go to. Eventually, not wanting to deal with it, Zeus made the human mortal Paris decide. Though her role was short, it was a huge part in starting the Trojan war in mythology. Read about The Judgement of Paris.

When Polytechnos and Aëdon said their relationship was way better than Zeus and Hera’s, Hera sent Eris down to create marital discord between them. She did just that, making them compete against each other. Polytechnos was completing a standing board for a chariot and Aëdon a tapestry at the time, so they made a bet on who would finish first. Whoever lost would present the other with a slave. It gets pretty dark and they end up getting turned into birds by Zeus, a common ‘kind’ gesture from him in mythology. Read more here.

Interestingly enough, Eris is pictured with Themis, the goddess of divine law and order on a vase depicting the Judgement of Paris. The two watch over the three goddesses.

In another painting, Eris is depicted wearing winged shoes and having wings herself. This could symbolize freedom and swiftness—sometimes sneakiness as well. This would make sense for Eris as she is considered in mythology to be a sneaky troublemaker.

There were no shrines known to be dedicated to Eris.

Discordia, Eris’ Roman counterpart, was associated with the type of discord needed for societal change and going with the grain.

Modern Deity Work

Seeing as she was not worshiped as far as we know in ancient times, these are pulled from mostly modern practitioners’ posts as well as general practices of Hellenism.

Correspondences

Rocks/Stone/Crystals

Gold, Onyx, Smoky quartz, moldavite

Herbs/Plants

Apples, hallucinogenic plants,

Animals

Venomous snakes, scorpions, ravens, foxes (all associated with other deities of chaos and discord)

Offerings

Apples with Honey

Honey

Fruits

Breads

Olive oil

Red meat

Wine

Blood (please be smart about this)

Gunpowder (again, don’t be dumb)

Imagery of war

Weapons or imagery of weapons

Acts of Devotion

Learn to embrace chaos as a catalyst for change.

Enter into competitions, whether they be sports or art contests, just go compete!

Learn about the history of war, especially the wars of Ancient Greece.

Join protests for what you believe in, breaking societal norms.

Pull a prank! She’s a trickster, what trickster doesn’t love a good prank?

References and Further Reading

Eris - Theoi Project

Eris - Britannica

Eris -World History Encyclopedia

Eris - Greek Mythology Link

A Guide to Worship Eris Cheat Sheet by screeching-0wl

Theogony by Hesiod

The Iliad by Homer

Works and Days by Hesiod

Subtle Eris Worship by khaire-traveler

[groversimp]

each word we spoke, the wind blew away - part one

writers are crafted through pain, and only some (the lucky ones) find love through that. think of the greatest writers: how many of them never bled? zero. because without knowing how bad the suffering is, you cannot know how good the joy is. and, we often find that joy in that suffering (though it can often turn into deformed lust).

^^^ moros is not a writer, but this is a sentiment I think he would agree with when it comes to Reader.

OLETHROS IS MOROS’ MAIN EPITHET MEANING “DESTRUCTION” (though it typically carries a positive connotation, representing renewal and the natural cycle of ending & beginning. yes this is relevant to the plot).

warnings: angst, reader keeps dying. no beta, no editing, we die like men.

You’re the embodiment of love. You’re the definition of light. He’s always been the dark, perpetually sad and hurt. His heart has failed to beat his whole life, but it awakens when he’s with you.

Your hands could breathe life into anything. With a brush of your fingers on the porous limestone, you shaped creations and gave birth to new life.

The statue stared back at you, and you cupped his face with one hand. The other hand holds your chisel, and you lean in as you form his lips. Moros, doom incarnate, appreciate this offering.

When you place the sculpture in the temple, you grin up at it— dust covering you, sticking to your face.

He was beautiful, carved to perfection. The outline of his eyes, the shape of his body. The statue could bring a warrior to his knees in worship. This is who high-priests spoke to, mortals feared. This is your creation, and you bask in the pride that swells in your chest.

You come back a few days later, only to find a strange man staring up at your statue. You blink at him, taking in his form— his grey-tinted skin, his long hair.

The rich fabrics of his clothing that did little to actually cover him, his full abdomen exposed. This couldn’t be some random traveler, too beautiful and too divine.

In your thoughts, his gaze flickers to you. You don’t notice the unsureness in his look before speaking, nor the slight awkwardness in his form.

“Hello, Mortal.” He speaks. You would’ve expected the mans voice to be cruel, cold and unforgiving. But the steady flow of his warm tone brings a smile to your lips, and as you get a closer look at him, visuals of mythos and tales flash before your eyes.

“Olethros.” You greet him, your voice ringing out as you offer a graceful bow. When you rise, you come closer to him. “Do you like the sculpture, my lord?” The note of hopefulness in your throat makes him swallow, and the look in your eye is almost ethereal— pure beauty.

But Moros has never been one for beauty. All he brings is doom, and doom is something sinister. Beauty is a form of righteousness, you cannot be good nor strong without that beauty, which then brings grace. If he dooms everything he touches, why would he touch anything beautiful? Beauty, love, is not made for him to doom.

“It’s quite nice.” He replies, and you beam. The light you exhibit could rival the sun, and he’d become like Icarus. A madman tearing his hair out as he flies towards you.

He only nods in response, because he is not deserving of such things, no trace of you can be found on him because it would only make you bleed.

Moros stays with you for a little while that day, until he is called back up to his sisters, he has more people to doom.

As he excuses himself, you reach out a hand to stop him. Moros backs away, but you ignore that. “You know you’re welcome anytime, Lord Moros. My door is always open.”

Again, he only nods in response. But, an understanding fills his mind: he won’t ever come to visit to again.

Two weeks later he finds you slaving away on a new sculpture.

You turn with a curious glance, and look victorious when you see him. “It took you long enough, Olethros.”

Moros approaches you, eyes set on the new sculpture. “Who is it?” He asks. You turn and return to your work, a quiet giggle escapes your lips. “Adonis, my lord.” You answer softly, almost wistfully.

He stays with you till his sisters call him back, when he leaves you invite him over again, and you swear you see a small smile on his face. Once again he nods, disappearing to wherever he’s been called.

Months and months past, and your relationship shifts. From god and worshipper, to (slightly hesitant) friend and friend.

It was when you were adding finishing touches to a sculpture of Aphrodite that you first touched him. You stood on a nauseatingly tall platform, when it began to shake from beneath you. You thought nothing of it till the planks creaked and you decided to get off.

In your struggle, you gripped Moros’ shoulder and helped yourself down. At the feeling of your touch, he stepped away, his eyebrows furrowed.

”Y/n—“ Moros says your name, you smile at him. “What, Olethros? Afraid of a small touch.” You reach out again, hand on his bicep, he pushes your hand off of his arm.

“I do not fear you, Doom. And I will not shy away from you. Do you hear me?”

“I hear a fools words.”

You grin at him, and only take a step closer, your chest brushing his. Moros scoffs, “you create your own ruin, you doom yourself—“

“And I will happily do so. Gods know it’s what fate has in store for me.”

Moros thought of the Fates, his sisters. Ever-lovely and so far away, his fingers twitch. They would like you, that’s not a good sign.

Moros, beautiful and terrifying to any other mortal, only bows his head. Conflicted. He leaves with his head bowed as well, throwing you a glance with a glimmer of a small smile, one you’ve become accustomed to. You grin back at him, coughing at the dust that floats through the air.

He comes back two days later, only for his soft smile to fade. You aren’t in the foyer, your Aphrodite statue is long-abandoned. With his eyebrows creased, he searches the temple and your private living spaces. Your name is the only thing on his lips, having found its home there within the past few weeks. Finally, he proceeds to check the last room— your bedroom.

You are laid motionless and cold on your plush bed. And there’s a moment of hesitation before he’s at your side, his hands hovering over you.

“Y/n.” He says, voice echoing in the dark room. “Mortal.” He says again, louder. The notes of panic in his voice is something foreign. He was doom itself, he had nothing to fear.

Accept the loss of you.

When he returns to his sisters, he asks how you died— what had happened.

“Pneumoconiosis.” Lachesis answers him. Dust in the lungs. That was your doom.

So, Moros continued on. Mortals were born, mortals died, and still he doomed them with his hands. The hands that aided in your death. What else could’ve killed you?

There’s always been a shadowy crook within Moros’ soul— made not to love or be loved, but rather he is made to be evil. Because he is tainted with blood, and blood is anything but pure— and is evil not the absence of purity? This crook has never been important or dark enough to be fully recognized. But still, it follows Moros everywhere. A cut that always bleeds, a bruise that is too stubborn to heal. That crook, that wound, consumed him at the moment of your loss.

[3-dsimp]

First of all, i love your work and you dont know how strong is the grip that your torturer has in my mind (i love it, and you are amazing 💕). Second, if is ok (if not, thats ok) may i pleas have a request for the torturer, i love that he is so protective and loving, but how would he be if reader is also very loving and protective of him? Someone say something or is looking at him in a funny way, boom, reader is infront of him ready to tear a bitch apart, he has cuts in his hands? Bam, reader is putting bandaids and kissing it better, this man is relaxed in the comfort of his couch? Badaboom, reader gets comfy in his lap and shower his face in kisses. I love the idea of this man getting flusstered.

(Flustered? More like getting him sent to the hospital due to a constant relapse on his special condition of simpitis ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و And thank you so much!! 🖤)

Somebody get this man an inhaler because he can’t BREATHE. It’s bad enough the poor hitman gets mini heart palpitations at every little affectionate touch from his sunshine. But seeing you in action acting like a protective feral Chihuahua, when he could clearly take on any altercation given his intimidating physique made him absolutely fold like a piece of paper.

Once you had pecked him on the cheek, hugging him goodbye as you said you were headed out to the store to get him more baking supplies.

The Torturer, Moros, stood stiff like a stone statue until you left, waiting in a moment of silence before he let out a poorly contained feverish squeal. Practically crumbling onto his knees from how utterly weak you made him feel. He had the indescribable urge to spoil you absolutely rotten.

Wanting nothing more than to bake you all of your favorites sweets. And fatten up those cute cheeks of yours till you’re looking like a chipmunk on Thanksgiving. (As if he doesn’t already do that enough) His mind was programmed with the mandatory urge to to worship his sunshine like the precious gift that you are.

Through hugs, kisses, and cuddles this simping shy giant was yearning to return every bit of affection you oh so graciously bestowed upon him. But with him being anxious and immensely shy he’d have to pray to whatever god there is. To give him the willpower needed not to implode in on himself from the constant case of shy jitters he’d get just from being near your sweet presence.

Returning to the present he put a huge scarred hand to grip at the fabric close to his erratic heart. Moros was Sweating profusely as he tried not to nearly pass out from the numerous memory recalls of how goddamn endearing he found his darling to be. However, he was failing the skill check on not being an utter simp for you and resorted to gingerly taking out the bunny plushie. You had won for him from a random carnival stand, From out his hoodie pouch.

Treating the cute plushie as if it was you, The Torturer cradled the bunny gently within his muscular arms. Pressing it close to his chest, as his reddish brown eyes looked up at the ceiling. A small bashful smile finding its way onto his full lips while he daydreamed of you, waiting for when you returned so that he could treat you to a full coursed meal of sweet treats galore.

[witchesofvaliant]

31 Days of Hellenic Polytheism & Demonolatry - Day 1-6

Welcome to my 31 days, with a twist of Demonolatry added in too!

DAY ONE:

Who was the first deity you began worshipping? Do you still worship them now?

The first deity I began worshipping was Hades/Pluto, and I do indeed still worship with him now, and in fact now work with him, which definitely was a journey with a lot of shadow work involved and learning before I was allowed to work with him and that I was comfortable with working with him as well.

DAY TWO:

Which deity did you most recently start worshipping? Were you called to them or did you reach out first? Do you think there were specific reasons behind why you were drawn to them?

Barbatos is the most recent deity I've started worshipping & working with, and it was more that I was called to him, with him reaching out first. I'm still learning and understanding more about him, but I do see reasons behind why I'd be drawn towards him, both in his personality and in part of his domain, that revolves around the revealing of secrets or the unknown, and understanding mysteries and divination. Honestly, this is going to definitely include shadow work as it tends to with other deities Lol

DAY THREE:

How long ago did you start Hellenic Polytheism?

About two years ago, actually! I certainly would've started sooner, but it took a lot of deconstruction of my (toxic) Christian upbringing, so it just goes to show, one's journey in anything can take much longer than we like at times, but all of the best things happen in their own time and when the time is right for you.

DAY FOUR:

Are there any deities you don’t currently worship but want to learn about?

Absolutely and I think it's always that way Lol Prometheus, Moros, Khaos, Phobetor & Phantasos, Nemesis, Eris, Belial, and Astaroth. (Probably more, but that's what I can think of for now)

DAY FIVE:

How much have you bonded with your deities?

I'd say plenty, but there's still much more to learn and go! The ones listed as me being devoted to are the ones I know best and feel closest to at this point (Hades, Lucifer, Ares, Kronos, and Stolas), but even then, like a close friendship, you continue to learn with time about the person you feel so close to. I am able to be very casual with these deities most of all, though I'm casual with plenty, but just as you open up more to another as you get closer in a relationship, it feels like I continue to see more of them, a side they didn't show when I first had met them or was just beginning to know them. With time, we continue to know each other, building a greater bond, and a better relationship with one another.

DAY SIX:

What’s one way you incorporate Hellenic Polytheism and/or Demonolatry into your routine (daily, weekly, monthly, etc?)

The single primary way is by meditating and cleansing at the beginning of the day alongside any deity I worship that simply feels most right or whoever decides to simply join me. I also pray before eating at times, offering my food to a deity or more than one deity I worship. But most of all, I just tend to give my time to a deity regularly, existing with them, and letting them channel through me at times.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[in-the-dreamland-we-live]

hey there! i was working on a moros playlist for a while now. there is not very much songa that can describe the sense of doom and dread but i think i did my best with that one.

it has a bunch of russian songs and different soundtracks for things that i relate to moros personally. in the last moment i added one of my favourite soviet songs — «прекрасное далёко» («beautiful far away»). this song was written as a light view into the future and now judging by most of people who grew up to this song it only brings sense of uncertainty and fear thanks to vocals and lyrics («i hear a voice and hurry to it's call on a road with no trace», «far away, don't be cruel to me», «the voice asks sternly, what i did today for tomorrow») so i thought it will be deeply personal and good addition to the playlist.

i am also accepting your suggestions on what should be in that playlist, it would be nice make a common effort to show lord moros that he is needed and cherished! there's not much songs now but it can grow thanks to yall 🍃

[applesjuice]

Oh! I'm curious to know how the Legendaries are acting in your Akari/Kiki project!

Are they more "Thoust art but a mortal, yet braveth enough for I to seek your company" or more "Hey, I know u a mortal and don't live long but u kinda cool, mind if I chill with you for the rest of your life bro?"

These tought just kinda poped in my mind hehehe xD

I actually had to think about this for a while and I made some notes to help me going forward LOL. So the Legendaries in Hisui are worshiped, like Palkia and Dialga and are treated like gods but the clans. But ultimately they are Pokemon. So I think what makes them differ besides from the GRAND COSMIC POWER from say, the average Pikachu, would be their intelligence, or their cognitive ability to interact and communicate with people. Like, most if not all pokemon can, but Legendaries in particular would operate more like kami. They understand human language and can respond in some way or even speak it.

Sort of like say, Princess Mononoke, where the older gods like Moro the wolf can speak but the newer generations are like more intelligent animals who have lost their ability to do so. That's how Legendaries operate in my AU. They're gods in the sense that they are ancient, powerful beings but can form human connections if they want to. Most don't, but Palkia and Dialga in particular are very fond of the clans since they literally worship them.

I think the Lake Trio would make more appearances because they don't generally live on a whole different plane of existence. They would be very skittish but also curious about people. But their powers can hurt humans if they're not careful and they aren't very careful. They just cannot really comprehend humans are squishy.

Post PLA Palkia and Dialga I think would pop in on the fringes to check on their worshipers, kind of like seeing bigfoot in the distance every time you have a bbq. They would only actually go out of their way to interact with those who have earned their respect, so essentially the Clan Leaders every so often, or Akari. There's lots of reverence from the clans so it's more of a "how art mine believers faring these days" sort of interaction a few times a generation since they have zero concept of time. While with Akari, who treats them like strong pokemon rather than gods because Akari is technically a modern trainer, they would visit more often because they are more curious about them.

They're kind of like stray cats that just wander in whenever to check on their human and possibly bug them for treats. I'd also like to think that come the future since worship of Palkia and Dialga isn't as in your face as Arceus, Palkia would actually take an interest in Ingo since he is technically a member of the old Pearl Clan. So as a Warden he's something like a priest to Palkia. Ingo would need to discuss with his brother whether or not Palkia is allowed on the subway.

But long story short Legendaries play favorites, especially with their "champions" (protagonists of that particular game) and Akari is no exception. Only thing is there's a bit of a pissing match going on between Arceus, Palkia, Dialga and Giritina for their attention post PLA. Arceus will sometimes call or FaceTime them on the arc phone because why can't god face time their favorite little guy? Palkia and Dialga will actually visit sometimes. And i think I mentioned this before but I like to believe post PLA Akari would erect a tiny shrine for Giritina since the clans have little in home shrines for their particular deity and they felt bad that Giritina was being left out. Because of this Kieran is essentially blessed by satan.

Also the legendaries are not used in battle here. As funny as it is to see Arceus use like, perish song or something in a battle, unless they are fighting eachother (other legendaries) it's considered disrespectful in the AU to even consider doing that. Pokemon world religions or whatever. It would be like sending Jesus into a cage match people would lose their minds.

Also in case anyone is wondering yes Palkia and Dialga would absolutely pop into the BB Academy Terrarium for funsies were Akari to go back to school. They would have cryptid status.

[supremehomme]

Rodolfo Moro

[zofi-persson-quotes]

Gods of the Outernet (updated)

The Outernet used to be ruled over and protected by a Pantheon of Deities composed of the five Primordial Gods, twelve Gods, four Minor Gods and one Demigod. 

They acted as Guardians of the Outernet, rarely interacting with its inhabitants save for the Primordial of Energy and Creation and his child, but still their presence was known enough for temples in their honor to be erected and scriptures about them to be written.

But that was until 2000 years before the present day, where something came from a still unknown place, known as Elk’rokyl, The Great Evil, even if its real name was lost to time, everyone but its allies were too scared to even utter it. It was a Devourer of Worlds, a being of pure Entropy which only objective was to absorb the Gods of one world, consume said world and then move to the next one

The moment It came to the Outernet It immediately started to attack every God It came across, managing to absorb them into Its body to gain their powers, so they're still there, prisoners with It. It managed to do so thanks to the ones that worshiped it, especially the leader of said worshippers, the Traitor of Tir na nOg, Silver.

But two Deities weren’t taken prisoners, Abner and his child, Seran and that was only because they took a mortal form long before the Great Evil came, so they were more protected.

But the real reason why they weren’t absorbed was because they met their end through death; Seran was murdered by Silver’s hand due to being seen as an obstacle, while Abner lived for some more weeks and managed to seal away The Great Evil in the Nothingness between the Dimensions, but was left weakened by the sealing and then murdered by Silver and their allies.

Now, there weren't any more Gods on the Outernet.

Two millenniums passed like that.

Then, something happened… and a new Divine Spark was ignited.

Primordials

They are the first Gods, the one responsible for the creation of the Outernet, and have the greatest powers and authority over the whole Dimension.

They have glowing Ichor flowing in their veins instead of blood

It’s incredibly rare for Overlords to have the elements of the Primordials, and if they do they won’t be able to use a lot of the spells even if it’s their main element. Energy and Creation are especially rare, with no recorded users in around 2000 years since the Primordial who ruled over those Elements died. 

But, curiously, recently some Overlords were born with those Elements…

Here are their names and Elements:

Abner, Primordial God of Energy and Creation (he/him)

Kiran, Primordial Goddess of Darkness and Light (she/her)

Aika, Primordial Deity of Time and Space (them/he)

Karasi, Primordial Deity of Life and Death (them/she)

Nihil, Primordial Deity of the Void and Destruction (they/them)

Normally the Primordials were the most detached from the mortals, but one of them, Abner, found Himself greatly fascinated with mortals, especially the Overlords. So, around 14.000 years before the present, He assumed the form of an Overlord to mingle with the mortals he so loved.

He became King around 100 years after His descension in the Mortal world, after the Overlords entered in a period of crisis, so he stepped up as his God self, saving the species and ending up crowned as their God-King, protecting them with four powerful Overlords he had chosen, and even creating a son who was part Overlord at one point. That until the Gods’ Fall and his ultimate death. 

God-Children

There are four God-Children, Deities created by Primordial Gods. They respond to their parents and have higher authority than normal Gods

They have pale glowing Ichor flowing in their veins instead of blood

Those are their names and elements:

Mehr, Minor Goddess of the Sun and Kiran’s daughter (she/her)

Aibek, Minor God of the Moon and Kiran’s son (he/him)

Moros, Minor God of the Abyss and Nihil’s child (them/he)

Mirai, Minor Deity of the Continuum and Aika’s child (he/she)

Gods

There are in total 12 Major Gods, which were tasked to watch over the elements that weren’t under the Primordials’ dominion.

They have Ichor that doesn’t glow flowing in their veins instead of blood

Some of them had only one Element, while others had multiple elements

Those are their names and elements:

Vestja, Goddess of Fire and its sub-elements (she/her)

Aalto, Deity of Water and its sub-elements (he/she)

Zora, Goddess of Earth, Metal, Crystal, Sand, Dust and Glass (she/her)

Rangi, God of Air and its sub-elements (he/them)

Aspen, Deity of Nature and Animals (they/he)

Strela, Deity of Electricity and Technology (she/he)

Maibe, Goddess of Gravity and Stars (she/them)

Afeni, Deity of Healing (he/them)

Enyde, Goddess of the Astral Plane, Dreams and Nightmares (she/her)

Sage, Deity of Mind (they/them)

Blythe, Deity of Emotions (she/him)

Naiche, Deity of Illusion and Guise (they/them)

The Demigod

There was only a single Demigod in history: Seran, the Prince of Tir na nOg and Abner’s child and heir. Unlike the other God-Children he was partially mortal, Overlord specifically, and had the same main Elements as their father, but could also learn a lot more Elements due to being part mortal

He had glowing Ichor that had some red speckles flowing in their veins instead of blood, making it useless in creating Ichor-based things

He was murdered at 15 by the Traitor, Silver, but is it said that his spirit still exists in the mortal plane, and that the young Demigod became a Vengeful Spirit

[grimlilli]

Okay so I did a bit of writing since I was last on here. I'm super bad with updating the posts on this site to make them more accessible since I know trying to look anything up on the site is a nightmare.

This article is on Nyx, the Primordial Goddess of Night, and personification of Darkness. She is said to be the mother of most of the personified gods and goddesses such as the Moirai, Eris, Moros, Hypnos, Nemesis, and Thanatos.

Her symbols are the moon, black feathers, onyx, black horses, ravens, Queen of the Night (flower), sage, dragon fruit, and dark blue.

Invocation of Nyx Nyx, great Goddess of the Night, lover of Erebus, mother of Moros, Thanatos, Hypnos, Charon, Nemesis, and the Fates, I ask you to accept my loyalty and my love as your follower and servant. I ask for your protection and guidance, bringer of the night, I ask for your wisdom and blessings.

As always thank you for any reads or support! There's much more information about her in the article and even a sigil.

[2-dsimp]

Yooo, kiss marry kill? Sign me up! I'll even throw in fuck for the fun of it. The Hitman Team Kiss: Danny the Boss Reason: He's a cutie, but I wouldn't want to marry him. The way he practically worships darling would throw me off after a little. But he's cute enough to get the smooch. Marry: Koji the Medic/ Moros the Torturer Reason: 1. I am clumsy. I will fall over air if I'm not careful, and even though he may tease me about it, I think Koji would still be happy to lovingly scold my reckless self whilst patching me up. 2. I like baking, so me and Moros could make cute couple things. Also, I think Moros is adorable because... because. Kill: Idk.. Ossian the Sniper? Reason: I don't really know much about him yet, and he seems like the peeping tom kinda guy. Fuck: Yujin the Hacker Reason: Goofy lil man deserves to be fucked like the goofy lil man he is. The Monster Gang Kiss: Xavier the Poltergeist Reason: I like seeing people flustered because of what I do. This little goober seems like the type to get flustered with a forehead smooch. So he gets 2 forehead kisses. Marry: Rivius the Archdevil. Reason: I'm taller then him. But, he also seems like a very warm(body temp wise) person, and I will cuddle with him and fall asleep. He also seems like I'd have some freedoms with what I do, as long as I remember I chose to marry him. Kill: hhhh No one. Reason: I am a monster fucker through and through. They're all adorable. Fuck: Fredrico the Devilbat. Reason: Man is a silly tall boi. He's cute, but not cute enough for me to marry. He can get it though. The Spin Offs

Kiss: Covu the Photographer. Reason: I hate my photo being taken, so he's crossed off the marry list. But he can get a smooch for attempting <3. Marry: Nokka the Husband. Reason: I can deal with traditional/sexist views cause I grew up with it from the males in my family. Also, he seems like he can attempt to take care of me and my emotional baggage. Kill: Adonis the Hero Reason: I just don't like heroes, even if they're the most despicable human on earth. Sorry my dude. Fuck: Quio the DILF Reason: Man is (sorta) husband material. But I would be a horrible mother for Peina. I would muck up so much, and accidentally ruin her childhood. But I also love Quio's personality, so he can get the fuck spot.

Ooo A fellow monster lover!

I see youuuu ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

[enneadau]

A snippet of something I'm working on...

Involving this guy

The sight of the mortals scrambling, preparing for a siege, was highly entertaining and the sounds of panicking children and women fretting about the future if the capital fell, was music to his ears.

It always was.

Not out of maliciousness. He didn’t care about these people. They weren’t anything special. Just another bunch of mortals. Another kingdom that could stand and fall.

Another bunch of ants whose lives were nothing more than a blink of an eye to a being as old as him.

It was just what he was.

He had been born a God. A being whose whole sense of self was based in what he was and what his powers craved.

And what his soul was fueled by, what he was God of, was Chaos and Disorder.

Much like his brothers and sisters, children of the Primordial Goddess of the Night Sky, Nyx all, he was the literal embodiment of something. His heart, his soul, fed on suffering. The more anger, pain and fear in an area, the greater his strength grew.

It wasn’t his fault. But it also made him disinclined to assist the mortals now, in the final days of their city.

And he knew it was their final days. His brother Moros walked amongst them. He was Doom Incarnate and never walked among the mortals until it was almost time for Charon to ferry souls, or Anubis’s jackals to hunt.

Here in Egypt, Anubis’s jackals would be the first to arrive when the enemy forces swept through the poorly defended city. He would stay long enough for them to arrive, even long enough to see them sweep the city clean of the vermin that filled the streets and cowered in their temples and palaces, then he would have to move on.

Which was a shame because the best meals wouldn’t come until the enemy forces took the royal family from their high walled palace and dragged them into the streets to die like the insects they were.

However, he knew he was pushing his luck by staying as long as he had. He was not an Egypt born God. He had his place in the pantheon now, earned by taking serpent form and chasing Ra’s barge across the Tenth region of the Night every night for a year and a day, and setting snakes to do so even longer, but it wasn’t his true home.

And when Egypt fell, when the end finally came, the Gods would descend to protect and recover the worshipers they wanted to Raise to serve them and to keep feeding them with Belief. Belief the Gods needed to avoid fading away into obscurity and, eventually, final death.

He had seen it all before, when other countries, other belief systems, had been wiped from the face of the Earth. It was the advantage of being an Incarnate God, rather than one whose existence had come to be because of Belief. It meant he had less power than a ‘Greater’ God, but he didn’t have to worry about fading.

He was immortal. He couldn’t die.

That didn’t mean he had any interest in getting into a fight with Ra and Set over a meal, when they came for their meal tickets.