#oc: the goddesses

[outpost51]

Character Cuddle Scale

See? See I get to them eventually!! Tagged by @ceph-the-ghost-writer over here!

How-to: Rate your OCs based on how they handle cuddling/being cuddled.

I’m just grabbing ten, otherwise we’d be here all gd day 🫠 Naturally, we’re keeping it in the Arsonist Chronicles universe lest I lose focus on the second day of camp, and only the ones that are well known-ish? I’m prooooobably not doing this right. Based on a scale of 0 (cuddly as a cactus) to 10 (could be paid to cuddle professionally):

Zadimus: solid 8/10, he’s big and warm and smells like temple smoke and his wings are like a big blanket, the only problem is he’s. Him. Loses points for smug bastardness and the [insert phallic object] in his pocket that’s very happy to see you

Dillon: either 9/10 or -9000/10 depending on her mood. She’s small and huggable like a little teddy bear when she’s in the mood for it but Watch Out

Daisy: 10/10, she’s a little cold to the touch but she warms up nice and I think if you told her she could get paid to snuggle all day… well, she’d keep the dance studio but definitely do that in her off hours.

Cheryl: 8/10 +/- 2 points depending on if the werewolf thing is a perk for you or not. Like come on, that’s free mom hugs right there and she can become big ouppy

Moira: 6/10 tig ol bitties, smells nice, will be a menace though. Hates holding still for too long so unless she’s got something to occupy herself, you’re getting poked, prodded, noogied, wet-willied, and your butt’s getting jiggled at least once

Delilah: 1000/10, buddy what do you think she did before she fell, taxes? Hell no babey this cherub is soft and snuggly and smells like strawberries and cream

Jasper: -1000/10 prickly bastard fallen angel. Grompy. No touch, he contains many knives and also swords. And a crossbow on Tuesdays. Unless you’re Delilah.

Life: 10/10, yes cuddle mama life. Warm and made for huggin and snuggin

Death: 2/10, mostly because she stays far far far away from the living unless someone’s grief calls her loud enough. She’s still not very touchy, but for her wife? She accepts the snugs.

The Deep: 3/10. Soggy smarmy but not. Bad-bad. Just a menace. Bites. Might steal your wallet. Very touch starved. Plays with his food. Also comes with a risk of infecting yourself with Rot. Doesn’t happen all the time but is it worth it? You decide.

Tagging: @sparatus @thetrashbagswasteland @daisywalletchains @glitchinginthegarden @a-driftamongopenstars @writernopal @teamdilf @hornetofhallownest @aceouttatime and anyone who hasn’t done this yet?? Or has more characters to share??

[emilysdiaryofficial]

Impie again~ ♡

[kennymap]

Fan art of Luna Dél Rosá, a Moon Goddess, who belongs to @/corruptedjaguar on Instagram.

[afterblossom]

The Swamp Goddess

[shirojikimattari]

Yeah, Shadowheart worshipping Tav after a spiritual crisis is sweet but

Shadowheart being worshipped?

The only right way to love her.

[NSFW after cut]

///okay so obviously coloring iand writing spice not my strongest suit but it’s my first time making an NSFW webcomic please don’t attack me or I will withdraw back into m underground burrow deep in the marshlands.

For the uninitiated, Tav is a Selûnite Monk with the intelligence of potato given free will.

[leidensygdom]

Scyilla Sawni, for @gorgonhearts ! Another Potluck Secret Satan surrogate, and one I had so much fun with, because I cannot resist a good flowy mane~

[mlarty]

Ecstasy of the Deity 🩸🌕

Utorba and Humanity, Goddess and her Deity, two great mothers.

our piece for "AND THEY WERE MONSTERS" by @novaandmali

[valendraws]

Bow down to the immortal Calypso 🌺

[obedientfootslut]

[skiptomy]

a LONG LONG time ago I did the original design for the Goddess O'SHA, patron of Worker Saftey and Rights as a joke on a post that was going around. Then I was commissioned to draw a newer, bigger, better version of her and I couldn't be happier. One of the best commissions I've ever gotten to do!

[rpierbi3]

Your head belongs between my thighs don’t you agree? 👉👈

Reach out to me on Telegram@pierbiii04

[emilysdiaryofficial]

Impie offers strawb~! ♡

[sweethrtlove]

Hot sweet chubby dick girl 😜😜

RATE MY BIIKINI DRESS😊😊

REBLOG 🔁🔁

[amirasainz]

Can you write some Gladiator!Carlos and Goddess!Reader? Maybe Charles is the priest that helps Carlos contact Reader and Carlos falls in love with her? Please, please, please♥️♥��♥️

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl ♥️

Goddess

The arena roared with life as Carlos emerged into the light, his bronzed skin gleaming under the harsh sun. He raised his gladius, saluting the adoring masses of the Capitol. Every movement of his body, every flick of his raven hair, was calculated and captivating. The people loved him as much for his victories in the arena as for his charm outside it. Yet, beneath the surface of his confident smile, there was a gnawing emptiness, a longing for something he could not name.

In stark contrast to Carlos’ boisterous life, his friend Charles lived in quiet reverence. Charles was a high priest, his life devoted to the goddess Yn, the deity of beauty and sanctuary. He was a man of elegance and grace, clothed in simple but fine robes, his voice soft but commanding. The two had been friends since childhood, their bond forged in moments of shared wonder and mischief.

This particular evening, they sat together in Charles’ serene garden. It was a quiet refuge, full of blooming flowers and soft, tinkling fountains. The sun was setting, casting the sky in hues of orange and pink. A small table laden with fruit, bread, and wine sat between them.

Before they ate, Charles clasped his hands, closing his eyes. “Goddess Yn, radiant light of perfection, we thank you for the sanctuary of your beauty and the peace you bestow upon us. May your grace guide us always.”

Carlos watched, amused but respectful, as Charles plucked a perfect white blossom from a nearby bush and placed it on a small altar dedicated to Yn. He poured a trickle of wine into a shallow dish as an offering.

“You really do take this goddess seriously, don’t you?” Carlos said, his lips quirking in a teasing smile. “You’ve mentioned her before, but I’ve never seen you like this. What makes her so special?”

Charles opened his eyes, his expression serene but passionate. “She is everything. Yn is not just a goddess of beauty, but of sanctuary. She is the place we turn to when the world becomes too much. Her presence is perfection itself. Those who feel lost find solace in her gaze.”

Carlos leaned back, folding his arms. “You speak as if you’ve met her.”

“In a way, I have,” Charles replied, his voice lowering as though speaking a sacred truth. “I have stood in her temple, basked in her light. She has no equal, Carlos. Not in the arena, not in the Capitol, not anywhere. You think you understand beauty, but until you have stood before her, you do not.”

Carlos raised a skeptical eyebrow. “She’s that perfect, is she?”

Charles leaned forward, a knowing smile on his lips. “Come with me to her temple. See for yourself.”

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The Temple of Yn was unlike anything Carlos had seen before. It stood atop a hill, surrounded by pristine gardens that seemed to glow under the moonlight. The building itself was constructed of pure white marble, its columns etched with intricate designs of vines and flowers. Soft music seemed to drift through the air, though Carlos could not see its source.

Charles led him inside. The interior was quiet, the air thick with the scent of jasmine. At the far end of the temple was a statue of Yn, a figure of striking beauty carved from pale stone. She stood with one hand outstretched, her expression serene yet commanding.

Carlos was about to scoff at the statue’s perfection when he felt a sudden shift in the air. From behind the statue, a figure emerged.

It was her.

Yn walked forward, her movements so fluid it was as if she were gliding. Her form was human, yet ethereal. Her hair cascaded like molten gold, and her eyes held galaxies within them. She did not speak, but her presence spoke volumes.

Carlos fell to his knees without realizing it. “Yn,” he whispered, his voice trembling. He fumbled with the pouch at his belt, producing gold coins and laying them at her feet. From his pocket, he drew a crimson flower, offering it alongside the gold. “Take these, goddess. Take anything. Take my heart—it’s yours.”

Yn’s gaze fell upon him, and he felt as though the world had stopped. She stepped closer, the faintest smile gracing her lips. Then, to his astonishment, she bent down and kissed his cheek. Her touch was like a spark of fire and ice, leaving him breathless.

She turned next to Charles, her most faithful follower. With infinite tenderness, she stroked his face, her fingers lingering as if in silent gratitude. Charles closed his eyes, a tear escaping down his cheek.

Without a word, Yn turned and disappeared back into the shadows of her temple.

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Carlos remained kneeling long after she had gone, his mind spinning. When he finally looked up at Charles, his expression was one of pure devotion. “She is… everything you said and more. I understand now.”

Charles placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, his own eyes still shining with emotion. “I knew you would. It is a gift to find faith, Carlos. You have seen her. You are changed.”

“I am hers,” Carlos murmured, clutching his chest as if to steady the storm of emotions within him. “Forever.”

Charles smiled, his heart swelling with pride. His dearest friend had found what he had always hoped he would: devotion to the goddess who had shaped his life. Together, they sat in the quiet temple, the lingering presence of the goddess Yn wrapping around them like a warm embrace.

[karvakera]

[sydnieminty]

Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty 💘

I've been messing with the idea of doing something with Ares and Aphrodite so here's my version of her 💖

I wanted to lean into a very pearlescent look to her. Born from seafoam, a gift from the ocean.