#the gods envy us — deities & divinities ;

[pretzel-box]

Summary: You're a mortal fisher that catches the attention of an ancient sea god without knowing it.

Tags: Some 'fluff', mortal reader, sea god sebastian

Words: 2,6k

There was a small village that was cradled on the edge of an unknown island like a forgotten secret among humans, made out of solid stone, earth and sand while being shaped by the restless waves of the deep ocean. Narrow cobbled streets would wound between the homes of sun-bleached woods and weathered bricks while fine smoke curled up from the going chimneys, mingling with the salty sea air. Many signs of a life gathered around this place despite its unknown status.

The endless ocean surrounded the village on all sides, an eternal sentinel, its deep blue waves gently lapping at the shoreline as if it were whispering ancient lullabies. The sun hung low in the sky, casting the world in hues of gold and lavender, where the horizon blurred into a seamless meeting of sea and sky. The sound of gulls crying in the distance echoed through the air, carried by the wind that rustled through the tall grasses and wildflowers growing at the island’s edge.

Farther out, where the cliffs rose jagged and defiant against the endless ocean, the waves crashed with a furious roar, sending white spray high into the air. Yet here, within the village, the sea was gentle—a mirror reflecting the sky’s fading light.

Small fishing boats bobbed in the harbor, tethered to wooden posts worn smooth by years of use. Their painted hulls were chipped and faded, yet they held a quiet dignity, as if they had borne witness to centuries of tides, storms, and the steady rhythm of life. Nets hung drying on the docks, draped like lace over the old wood, waiting for the morning light to send the fishermen back to the open sea.

The wind picked up, carrying with it the scent of salt and damp earth. A few villagers, their faces lined with age and the sea’s touch, gathered in quiet conversation near the docks, their voices low, as if unwilling to disturb the peace. Lanterns flickered to life in the twilight, casting a soft, golden glow over the village, like stars scattered across the earth.

As the day gave way to dusk, the village seemed to breathe, a living thing, connected to the ocean and sky in a way that was timeless. The sea, the cliffs, the forest—they were all one with the village, woven into its very being. And as the stars began to emerge, one by one, above the endless horizon, the island seemed to settle into itself, cradled by the ocean’s eternal embrace, waiting for whatever secrets the tides might bring.

"Listen, my child. Our story began long ago, when the gods still walked the earth and the stars were young."

Once upon a time…

The land was molded by the hands of glorious deities, their fingers painting the skies and carving the rivers. They placed the sun on the horizon and the plains upon the earth. The world flourished, but with its growth came envy, as some gods overshadowed others. To gain power, they created life—humans, born from their desire for control.

At first, humans worshiped their creators with devotion, pledging loyalty to one deity, then betraying the next. They defiled the divine in their thirst for more, striking down gods one by one. Until, at last, only humans remained, reigning over the world they had once been given. The gods, once mighty, were destroyed by the very hands that they had shaped.

The lesson was clear for the mortals: gods could not be trusted.

You grew up in the small village, cradled by the sea, raised between the wind and the waves as if you were a child of nature itself. The first thing you learned was your origin, that you were descended from the gods—gods who were flawed and fallible. Your grandparents told you stories of your ancestors, how they fought with their lives for the right to live on this island, battling forces far beyond their comprehension.

Ages ago, a fierce god named Solace ruled over these waters. His rage, directed at both his siblings and their creations, churned the oceans into relentless fury. Your ancestors tried to cross the waters for months, many drowned and many got sacrificed to soothe the will of the deity that ruled in the waters. His anger blinded Solace, his envy and his feelings were like a sharp sword, pointed at himself. Your ancestors tricked him, like they did with so many other deities before. They sealed him into the ocean, robbing him of his necklace that he wore. And after they triumphed over him, the ocean came to rest. All thanks to the necklace that secretly holds Solace his powers.

A necklace that rested around your neck, a family piece that was given down as the generations passed. It was a sea shell pendant, reflecting in beautiful blue-silver hues as if the sea itself was placed upon you. And you wore it with pride.

Your mother gave it to you the day you joined the family tradition, stepping into the life of a fisher. It was a simple gift, passed down through generations, as much a symbol of your heritage as the sea itself. You learned to live in harmony with the waves, to respect the life beneath the surface, and to take only what was needed. Your family had always been blessed by the ocean, and so would you. It was honest work—give and take—where you not only harvested from the sea but also protected it, keeping it clean and honoring its depths.

"Keep calm," you murmured to yourself, the words a quiet mantra as you sat in your small boat. The sun was warm on your back as you focused on tying the loose strings of your net, the gentle rocking of the boat a familiar comfort.

Your mother had taught you to knit the nets in the old traditional way, every knot a connection to your ancestors. Your father, in turn, had shown you the art of fishing—how to hunt with respect, how to make the death of the fish swift and painless, and how to use every part of it in reverence for the life taken. A true fisher never wastes, for the sea gives generously but only to those who understand its balance.

The rhythm of your hands, the whisper of the wind, and the quiet lap of the waves against the boat—they all wove together like a song. You were part of something much larger than yourself, connected to the ancient currents of the sea, just as your family had always been.

You lifted your finished net, admiring the neat knots with a smile of quiet pride. A rush of happiness filled your chest as you hugged the net, feeling accomplished. You had honored the legacy of your ancestors, crafting the tool with care, just as they had done for generations. It was a simple but profound joy, knowing that you were connected to something so old and enduring.

With a steady breath, you prepared to cast the net into the water, hoping for a good catch to feed your family tonight. The gentle hum of the waves blended with your thoughts, and as the net unfurled, you missed the soft snap of a string breaking. But the sudden blue shimmer at the corner of your eye did not go unnoticed.

Your heart dropped as you realized it was your necklace—the one your mother had given you. Somehow, it had tangled itself in the net, and as you began to fish, it slipped from your neck effortlessly, tumbling into the water before you could react. You watched in stunned silence as the delicate jewelry disappeared beneath the surface, swallowed by the depths in an instant.

The sea, ever so calm just moments ago, now seemed impossibly vast and unyielding. That necklace was more than just a piece of jewelry; it was a part of you, a part of your family. And now, it was gone.

It sank slowly, the glimmering stone catching the last rays of sunlight as it shimmered just beneath the surface, suspended in the water like a delicate promise about to be broken. You watched, helpless, as it drifted deeper, the blue hue of the ocean swallowing it whole. Your heart pounded in your chest, a heavy sense of dread filling you as the necklace—your link to your family, your ancestors—vanished silently into the dark water below.

Your hands slackened, the net forgotten, slipping from your grasp into the boat. Without a second thought, instinct took over. Before you even realized what you were doing, you dove headfirst into the water, chasing the fading glint of silver.

The coldness of the ocean hit you like a shock, but you didn’t care. You kicked your legs, your arms pushing against the water, desperately reaching for the necklace as it continued its slow descent. The light above you grew dimmer as you sank deeper, the world around you a muffled echo of the surface. You could barely see now, the shimmering silver reduced to a distant gleam.

The water pressed in on you, chilling your skin and constricting your lungs. Panic began to claw at the edges of your mind, but you couldn’t stop—wouldn’t stop. It was more than just an heirloom; it was the weight of your ancestors’ blessings, the legacy of your family, and it was slipping further and further away.

Your lungs began to burn, the pressure of the deep water pressing against your chest, but still, you reached out, fingers stretching into the darkness. The necklace was now just a faint blur, fading into the abyss. Desperation surged through you as your arms flailed in the icy depths.

The darkness was overwhelming, the cold water pressing in on all sides as you sank deeper, the faint shimmer of your necklace vanishing into the abyss. Your chest burned, lungs screaming for air, but your limbs were too heavy, too numb. The weight of the ocean dragged you down, and for a moment, you felt yourself surrendering to the pull, the necklace gone.

But then, something strange happened. A warmth surrounded you, gentle and reassuring, cutting through the icy water. A firm hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you upwards with a strength that felt both human and not. Yet, the darkness caught you and you passed out.

The first thing you felt was a pair of warm lips on yours, innocent, shy and yet somewhat dedicated. A wet hand was placed close to your throat. Then your head shot up as reality caught up to you, the water in your lungs creeping up your throat as you coughed it all out.

Coughing, disoriented, you blinked away the saltwater from your eyes, the world around you blurred. As your vision cleared, you found yourself being held by a man—no, something far more. His eyes, a deep and endless blue, locked onto yours. His presence was as overwhelming as the ocean itself, powerful and ancient, yet there was a softness in the way he held you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. The stranger's arm was still wrapped around you, steadying you against the gentle rocking of the waves. His dark hair flowed around him, as though it were a part of the sea, and his skin, shimmering faintly in the light, seemed to glow with a quiet radiance. He wasn’t human, no, but he felt familiar.

“Breathe,” he whispered, his voice like the soft murmur of the tide, calming and steady.

You did, drawing in deep, shaky breaths, your heart still racing from the shock. “Who… who are you?” you stammered, your voice weak, barely above a whisper.

He gazed at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable but his eyes filled with something tender, something that made your chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with fear. "Sebastian," he finally said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "I live within these waters."

You nodded slowly, still dazed, as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. The cold of the water, the rush of drowning, and now… this.

Then, the realization hit you like a wave crashing over your head. “My necklace,” you breathed, panic swelling inside you again. You turned to look down into the water, but there was no shimmer, no sign of the silverish blue. “It’s gone… my necklace… I lost it.��

Sebastian’s eyes followed yours, and for a moment, a flicker of something like regret passed over his face. “The sea does not return everything,” he said quietly, his voice filled with a kind of sorrow that seemed to echo from somewhere deep within him. "Not all that it takes can be given back."

Your heart sank, the weight of his words settling heavily inside you. The necklace—your family's necklace—was gone, lost forever to the depths. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you fought them back, not wanting to break down in front of this strange, beautiful man who had saved your life.

Sebastian’s gaze softened as he watched you, and before you could react, his hand reached up, brushing gently against your cheek, his touch feather-light. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice, the sadness that lingered in his words. “I wish I could have saved it for you.”

You swallowed hard, nodding, though the ache in your chest was still raw. “It was my family…” you whispered, your voice trembling. “It was important.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, simply letting his fingers linger against your skin, his presence steady, grounding. “Your family's memory doesn’t live in that necklace,” he said softly, his eyes searching for yours. “It lives in you. In everything you carry with you. That cannot be lost, not to the sea or anything else.”

His words, gentle and warm, wrapped around your heart like a soothing balm. You nodded again, still feeling the loss, but somehow, in his presence, the grief didn’t feel quite so unbearable.

For a moment, you simply floated there together, the waves lapping gently against your bodies, the sun casting a warm, golden light over the surface of the water. Sebastian’s hand stayed close to yours, his touch lingering, as though he couldn’t quite bring himself to let you go.

“Why did you help me?” you asked after a long silence, your voice barely above a whisper, unsure if you wanted the answer.

Sebastian’s gaze flickered, his deep blue eyes searching yours. “Because,” he said softly, a hint of something more in his voice, something unspoken, “I couldn’t let you go.”

There was something in the way he looked at you, an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. You couldn’t understand it, the pull between you two, but it was undeniable. He had saved you—not just from drowning, but from something deeper, something you couldn’t quite name.

For now, you let the quiet peace of the ocean surround you, content in his presence, even as the necklace drifted farther into the depths, lost but somehow no longer the most important thing in your heart.

You finally took the time to admire his large form, he was as pretty as the mermaids from the childhood stories, as gentle looking as the ocean and his eyes, his eyes were like the ones of a god. You never saw someone like him before, but he mesmerized you.

He had placed you back into your boat, his hand lingered a bit longer on your cheek than anticipated and you could feel a mutual spark between you two.

[str8rat]

Today we're talking about Change God Cults in my ISAT/Fear and Hunger AU!

WARNING!! The following post contains really fucked topics. If you can't handle topics such as sexual harrassment, all sorts of body horror, murder and gore, please keep scrolling. ( If you're any familiar with Fear And Hunger then you can most likely imagine that it gets B A D here. so proceed with caution )

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NEW Gods;

God of Change - Among the most revered deities in Vaugarde, the God of Change represents the ever-shifting nature of existence. However, some Vaugardians have taken this belief to dangerous extremes, becoming fanatically obsessed with the idea of constant transformation. Over time, this obsession has spread like wildfire across the country, gaining popularity to such an extent that even Isabeau, known to be someone who 'Capital-C Changed', now distances himself from the belief entirely, even going as far as to claim that the Change belief is something completely different to what it used to be a few years ago.

In their fervor, many parents have forced their children to undergo drastic changes against their will, believing it to be a sacred duty. Others, consumed by the need to change constantly, in some cases even daily, each time adopting a new persona. This relentless pursuit of transformation often leads to insanity, as they become overwhelmed by the chaos of countless personalities battling for control.

One particularly disturbing example can be found in Dormont, where a man known to Mirabelle exemplifies the madness that has taken hold. If Siffrin chooses to speak with him before heading to the Clocktower, they will witness the man’s unsettling behavior: with each sentence, he switches tone, language, and attitude, as if he’s a dozen different people trapped in one body. Yet, beneath the turmoil, it's quite clear that the man is still good-hearted and kind, despite everything.

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Change God Cults;

The Children of Change; the name surrounding all kinds of Change Cults, which take the concept to an extreme, twisted degree. Examples of the most popular cults known to exist;

The Body Crafters; A cult emerges in the dark corners of Vaugarde, where followers of the God of Change take the concept to an extreme. These individuals use Body Craft to reshape their bodies. They believe that constantly altering their physical forms will bring them closer to divine enlightenment. However, the grotesque results leave them disfigured, with limbs twisted into unnatural shapes, faces mutilated beyond recognition, and bodies often barely functional. Their minds, too, begin to warp, as they lose their sense of identity, becoming trapped in a cycle of endless, horrific transformation.

The Skin Walkers; Some Vaugardians become so obsessed with Change that they seek to embody others completely—by wearing their skins. These fanatics hunt down those they admire or envy, skinning them alive to create a "new self," usually in the circle of other Skin Walkers, brought together to witness the ritual. They believe that by donning the flesh of another, they can absorb their traits, memories, and personality. The ritual often leaves the victim alive and screaming until death finally claims them. The Skin Walkers then parade through the streets, proudly displaying their new "selves," only to discard them once the flesh begins to rot, seeking a fresh "change."

The Memory Eaters; In their desire to experience every possible life, some Vaugardians develop a twisted ritual where they consume the memories of others. Using forbidden rituals and Crafts, they extract the essence of a person's mind, leaving the victim an empty husk. The Memory Eaters then live out the stolen memories, believing that by experiencing as many lives as possible, they can achieve ultimate enlightenment. However, the process slowly erodes their sanity, as the cacophony of voices in their head grows louder, each demanding to be the dominant personality. Eventually, they lose control, their minds shattered by the weight of countless lives they can no longer distinguish, becoming crazed, bloodlusting maniacs in search of people they can stole the memories of. One of such individuals can be encountered on the second floor of the House, somehow having avoided being frozen by the Curse. If a party member ends up being hit by the Memory Eater's 'Mind Steal' Skill, they will become mere husks of their former selves. With no tonics or healing Craft being able to help, the rest of the party will be forced to leave them behind. Shields can reflect this Skill.

The Perfectionists; In some of the more remote regions of Vaugarde, there are rumors of parents who take the concept of Change to a horrifying extreme. Obsessed with creating the "perfect" children, they subject their offspring to dangerous experiments and rituals designed to force rapid, unnatural growth and development. These children are subjected to forceful use of Body Craft and invasive procedures that twist their bodies and minds. Some become hideous monstrosities, unable to comprehend their own existence, while others are molded into mindless puppets, their free will stripped away in the name of Change.

The Cult of Marrige; Deep within the shadowy corners of the world, a cult has arisen, known as the Cult of Marrige. This twisted sect is devoted to the Change Belief but has taken its teachings to horrific extremes. They believe that true Change—the ultimate transformation—can only be achieved through a grotesque ritual they call "Marrige." Despite the name, Marrige is not a bond of love between two beings, but rather a nightmarish fusion, where two souls, bodies, and minds are violently merged into a single, monstrous abomination. This cult sees Marrige as the highest form of devotion to the God of Change, a symbol of love twisted into something far darker. They believe that by merging two beings into one, they are embracing the most profound and eternal Change, transcending the boundaries of individuality. To them, Marrige is a sacred act, a final, irreversible transformation that elevates the participants to a higher state of existence—or so they claim. In reality, the result is a horrific amalgamation of flesh, mind, and soul, where both beings lose their identity and sanity, becoming one, monstrous entity driven by pain, rage, and madness. One of such monsters can be encountered on the third floor of the House, and the battle with Marrige is incredibly difficult and horrific, as the disturbed party truly gets to see what lengths the followers of Change can reach to prove to be worthy of the Change God's blessing.

Due to all those terrible twists to the Change Belief, rumors began to spread, of the Change God becoming ashamed and furious with their followers, that have came to such an extent of insanity, just to follow their belief. And so, they left, leaving the human race to fend on it's own, not wanting to associate with the awful Cults that originated from them.

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The Marrige Cult Encounter;

Shortly after Siffrin joins the party, consisting of himself, Isabeau, Odile, and Mirabelle, they find themselves seeking shelter at a large encampment while en route to Dormont. The camp houses over a hundred members and, despite appearing welcoming and respectful towards the Saviors of Vaugarde, the group quickly realizes they are in a precarious situation. Odile immediately identifies the inhabitants as members of the Marriage Cult, a fact underscored by the horrifying amalgamations wandering openly throughout the camp. Despite their discomfort and heightened vigilance, the party has little choice but to accept the offered refuge for the night, deeming it the safest option available, as this particular area is simply filled with strong Sadnesses, which they would be safe from while they stay at the camp.

Each member is assigned their own tent, but Siffrin finds himself unable to sleep, opting instead to stay awake and keep watch for any suspicious activity. In the early hours of the morning, he hears faint footsteps outside but initially dismisses them when the sounds quickly fade. An hour later, a piercing scream shatters the silence, sending a jolt of dread through him. Recognizing the voice as Mirabelle's, Siffrin springs into action, racing through the maze of tents toward the source of the distress.

What he discovers chills him to the core: Mirabelle is bound and trapped within a sinister summoning circle alongside an unknown man, surrounded by a gathering of cultists eagerly observing the unfolding ritual. Siffrin wastes no time, lunging forward to slash the man across the chest and force him away from Mirabelle, before he can hurt her. Trembling with sobs and pale, Mirabelle struggles against her restraints, managing to pull her dress back down over her legs, as Siffrin brandishes his dagger, demanding an explanation despite already grasping the horrifying intent.

The wounded man staggers to his feet, enraged by the interruption and shouting that Siffrin has no right to interfere. Moments later, Odile and Isabeau arrive, alerted by the commotion. The cult leader steps forward with a twisted grin, explaining that upon seeing Mirabelle, he perceived only weakness and failure. Believing the party needed more strength to defeat the King, he took it upon himself to initiate a Marriage ritual with her, intending to create a more powerful being through their grotesque fusion. Mirabelle's sobs and visible terror only fuel the party's determination to protect her. Isabeau, seething with uncharacteristic anger, carefully moves to free Mirabelle while Odile and Siffrin position themselves defensively between their Housemaiden and the advancing cultists.

As tensions escalate, the cult leader commands his followers to capture the intruders, sparking chaos throughout the camp. Odile and Isabeau fiercely defend Mirabelle against the onslaught, while Siffrin confronts the leader directly, delivering a fatal stab to his neck and leaving him collapsing to the ground, choking on his own blood. Seizing the opportunity amidst the disorder, the party fights their way through the frenzied cultists and makes a desperate escape into the safety of the surrounding wilderness.

In the days that follow, Mirabelle remains quiet and withdrawn, barely speaking or eating as she grapples with the trauma of the attack. Her companions stay close, offering unwavering support—Isabeau provides comforting embraces, Odile offers gentle words of reassurance, and Siffrin becomes notably protective, seldom leaving her side, especially when they enter a new town two days later. This harrowing experience solidifies the bond between them, with Siffrin realizing just how deeply he cares for his newfound family and affirming his resolve to defend them with every ounce of his being.

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that's all for now! I still have a few ideas when it comes to this AU, but i've got no clue if i'll be able to publish them, as i am starting my final school year so i'll be very busy. as for the Anon that has shared some more ideas about this AU, if you're reading this, feel free to write more, if you have anything else in mind! I got super giddy reading your suggestions :3 I'll be sure to include it, whenever i'll have the time to post ._. we'll see how things will turn out :D

[bobbole]

Hob vs Shakespeare: or capitalism vs Art (and the corresponding visions of immortality)

written for The Sandman Book Club

Leaving aside the holy transfiguration that has been made by fandom in recent years, the character of Hob is very significant. Representing the literary topos of the ordinary man, the man without qualities, the all-too-human human, he is characterized not by his virtues (and if we want, not even by his vices) but precisely by being a normal, banal creature, as all human creatures are in the eyes of the gods.

Hob's entry in Men of Good Fortune also has countless references in mythological literature. Two deities, Death and Dream, who observe human beings with the curiosity of those who never, or almost never, get down in the middle but are always up high (It might be interesting...). Can eternity be humanly bearable? Can a human being eternally refuse the embrace of death? It reminds me a little of the wager between God and the Devil on poor Job in the Bible: will Job be able to endure the most terrible misfortunes without denying the name of God?

But Hob isn't a man of faith. He does not see in eternal life a means to elevate himself as a human being but to enjoy earthly opportunities. He is an entrepreneur, an ante litteram capitalist: whether it is the war, the printing or the slave industry, Hob's actions have value as instruments to make money and a high standard of living. Love and pain, however great and lacerating, do not deter him from the one constant goal in a life full of ups and downs: to live forever. The ambition, precisely, of an ordinary man without qualities, whose interpretation of eternity can only coincide with the desire for the eternal, abundant satisfaction of materialistic needs.

Hob's vision of immortality is particularly jarring in a story full of great writers' cameos. Chaucer. Marlowe. Shakespeare. Immortals too, of another idea of immortality, achieved through art. There could not be a more stark contrast between these two visions and it is no coincidence that Hob's immortality is the result of a game between gods and human while that of the artists often is a deal with the divinity, be it benevolent or malevolent. Hob's immortality is an immortality without sacrifice, or rather, without there being anything really worth sacrificing for: no love is so great as to make him give it up. The immortality of the artist, on the other hand, is one for which the artist sacrifices everything, primarily himself.

Yet it is not the immortality of artists that we identify with. It fascinates us, seduces us, but it is to the immortality of the common man, the immortality of Hob, that most of us would look with envy. Capitalist immortality in a capitalist society: Live & Consume. Forever.

[isa-ghost]

Hey, do you have any Phil & Charlie hcs or perhaps Phil & Foolish?

I'm having such a struggle picking which fucking one to do bc on one hand Foolish probably has more material to work with but on the other I've seen Phil and Charlie interact so much (but like outside of qsmp) that I'd have a way better idea of their dynamic. Charlie Slimecicle log on qsmp more often you talented fuck.

Anyway we're gonna attempt some Phil/Foolish ones. I think they're called Immortals or some shit?? Idr.

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Phil had no fucking clue what Foolish's deal was prior to being paired with him on Bolas. He knew he was a goofy happy-go-lucky and talented guy that?? Maybe had allegiances with the Feds?? Hard to tell?? He thought it was a bit tbh. But Purgatory opened Phil's eyes up and he learned that yeah, he's kinda right to a degree. But there are still layers to Foolish despite how Just Vibing he is.

And holy shit can he TELL Foolish has the capacity to be terrifying. You're telling me an immortal shark-totem hybrid doesn't have the ability to kill a motherfucker violently??? NAH. Phil can tell if enough of the right buttons are pushed, Foolish would snap and tear a bitch to shreds. Likely for Leo.

Phil's not entirely sure he can trust Foolish bc he's so unclear about where his loyalties lie, but Phil CAN tell that Foolish keeps it that way for a reason, and Phil thinks it's smart. Despite not entirely trusting him, he believes Foolish wouldn't like. Sell out his friends for a corn chip, yknow?

Now when you take all the serious out of these two though, THEN it gets interesting. Foolish is one of the islanders that has the easiest time getting Phil to let loose. It's just contagious, Foolish is too silly.

At the same time Phil looks at him and is just like ???? How the fuck does he smile through the horrors like that ???? Like clearly he's aware Situations suck and he's anxious like anyone else so how does he have the willpower to be silly and chill???? Phil envies it. He's too full of anxiety. Survivalist's curse.

Foolish's laugh is pure serotonin to Phil. And kryptonite, Foolish's laugh makes Phil laugh. He can't help it. Motherfucker sounds like a window washer squeegee thing when he's dying.

They have 2 very different flavors of immortality to me and while I don't know how a conversation about it would go bc Foolish is so casual and Phil is so? Not secretive but like. Not nonchalant about it? There's still something there that the ccs should cook on. I'm begging them to, in fact.

Also something about how one of them has deep ties to the air and the other technically has deep ties to the sea. Something about that. Especially when used in like, a serious situation. Like spying on the Federation or some shit. Do you see my vision. Using their inborn abilities to their advantage while in collaboration with each other for the sake of them and their friends. Do you see it.

Phil: Gifting shed feathers to trusted loved ones 🤝🏻 Foolish: Gifting lost shark teeth to trusted loved ones

I don't headcanon Phil as a short king like the entire rest of the fandom apparently does but obviously Foolish is fucking enormous compared to 99% of people, Phil included. If Phil could fly he'd spitefully hover just a little higher than Foolish's full height just to mess with him.

FUCKING. TALENTED BIG BUILDS DUO. SHAKING THEM BY THE SHOULDERS WHEN WILL THEY COLLAB. (The kids beg for this often)

Foolish has no idea if he's some kinda deity or if he's just immortal with some kinda weird totem roots and it drives Phil insane bc the hardcore deities have such a different energy than him yet you're telling him (maybe) both are divinity??

Speaking of the hardcore deities, Phil desperately wants to introduce Foolish to the Ocean Overlord bc they're (maybe) both himbo gods with some sort of tie to the ocean that are just vibing their asses off. (Oh my god wait I'm cooking on that idea. Doozers let's cook together on this).

Phil is jealous that Foolish can still swim, the thing he's deeply connected to (esp with those cosmetic fins he has) but he can't fly, the thing he's deeply connected to. But really it's just that Foolish is lucky bc the Federation would have to horrifically butcher him more or less in order to take away his ability to swim properly. Phil's easier to forcibly contain.

Believe it or not, if a situation arose where it was necessary, Phil would pick Foolish for his team (again) in a heartbeat. He may not be as passionate about fighting as Etoiles, or as ruthless as Fit, but hes powerful nonetheless, a trusted friend, has been in that situation with Phil before, and is a beacon of positivity; excellent for morale. Silly disposition and weird alliances aside, Foolish is an invaluable addition to a team from an objective perspective.

[wkyarts51243]

Hello incubus, sucubbus and all the inferior

beings of hell .....

-Here I will post a little about the seven deadly sins, official designs of those that have already been shown in the series and my interpretation of the 3 sins that have not yet been shown, much of this information is not official and some may be changed over time

The sins:

•☆pride

•♤Wrath

•♧Gluttony

•$Greed

•♡Lust

•◇Envy

•□Sloth

So let's start

Lucifer Morningstar 🍎👼

Prince and embodiment of pride

Mythology:

Lucifer[a] is one of several folklore figures associated with the planet Venus. The entity's name was later absorbed into Christianity as a name for the devil. Modern scholarship generally translates the term into the relevant biblical passage where the ancient Greek figure's name was historically used (Isaiah 14:12) as "morning star" or "bright one" rather than a proper name, Lucifer.[1]

As a name for the Devil in Christian theology, the most common meaning in English, "Lucifer" is the translation of the Hebrew word (הֵילֵל, hêlēl)[

Lore:

Lucifer is the king of all hell, being the representative of the ring of pride where he keeps his ducklings (the sinners) locked away, he is a circus master and the most powerful infernal understanding, being first in the hierarchy

the fallen angel who, because of his pride, fell from heaven

Azazel "Satan" 👿

Prince and embodiment of wrath

mythology:

Azazel (in Hebrew: עזאזל)[a] is the name given to an angel, who would be charged with the task of raising human faults and enumerating them before the Divine Court, during the annual judgment of humanity.[1] He is, on the other hand, a mysterious figure, who appears three times in the Hebrew Bible

Azazel is also commonly known as the one responsible for the sin of Wrath among the Seven Princes of Hell (which correspond to the seven deadly sins).

in some interpretations azazel is related to satan but it depends on which mythological interpretation you want to follow

Lore:

azazel is the god of imps, being its creator, the absolute ruler of the entire ring of wrath, being its sheriff and warlord

He is responsible for the artillery and army of Hell, being the highest ranking general only below the Morningstar family.

Queen Bee-Lzebub "bee" 🐝🦊

princess and embodiment of gluttony

Mythology:

Beelzebub (name derived from Baal Zebul or Baalzebub, also referred to as Belzebuth; in Hebrew: בַּעַל זְבוּב‎‎, Baʿal Z��vûv; in Arabic: بعل الذباب‎‎, Ba'al adh-dhabâb) is a deity in Philistine and Canaanite, formerly worshiped in Ekron, and later adopted by some Abrahamic religions as a great demon. The name Beelzebub is associated with the Canaanite god Baal

being confirmed in the series that she is associated with or is the demon Baal himself, as the Goetic symbol of invoking such a demon is seen in her mansion

Lore:

bee is the queen of the gluttony ring, she is responsible for the entire food chain in hell, having fast food services that take ultra-processed food to all hell, she dates a hellhound called vortex

bee likes to throw parties for the hellhounds and in them she satisfies their greedy needs and then apparently they produce her honey when they are satisfied(I hope the process is not similar to that of bees in real life )

Mammon 🤡💰💲

prince and embodiment of greed

Mythology:

Mammon is a term, derived from the Bible, used to describe material wealth or greed, most often, but not always, personified as a deity. The word itself is a transliteration of the Hebrew word "Mammon" (מָמוֹן), which literally means "money". As a being, Mammon represents the third sin, Greed or Avarice, also the antichrist, devourer of souls, and one of the seven princes of Hell

Lore:

mammon is the greedy and absolute ruler of the greed ring, whose role is to manage the entire economy of hell ,He represents a jester and has apparently created some demons that follow the same jester theme.

I don't know what but there's something about this design that makes me love mammon

King Asmodeus "ozzie" 🐓👑

prince and embodiment of lust

mythology:

Asmodeus (in Greek: Ασμοδαῖος) is a character from the second part of the Book of Tobit, described as a demon whose role is to hinder the consummation of the marriage of the character Sarah, daughter of Raguel

The figure of Asmodeus is linked to Avestic Ashmadaeva, the demon of wrath of Zoroastrianism, who personifies the main negative forces of Persian religion.[1]

In addition to being one of the 72 spirits of Solomon used in Goetia, Asmodeus holds the title of king and has 72 legions of inferior spirits, he is the 32nd spirit in Goetia.

lore:

asmdoeus is the ruler of the lust ring , being the "weakest" infernal prince (according to what crimson says ) ,his job is to create new ways of giving pleasure to his incubus and other inhabitants in hell, having factories to create sex toys, etc., he dates a little imp called fizzrolli

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I made a small change to Asmodeus's legs because I didn't like the fact that they were so thin, please don't bother me

Leviathan "Levy" 🐍🌊

prince and embodiment of envy

mythology:

Leviathan (Hebrew: לִוְיָתָן; roman: Livyatan, Liwyāṯān) is a fierce fish mentioned in the Tanakh, or Old Testament. It is a creature that, in some cases, can have a mythological or symbolic interpretation, depending on the context in which the word is used. It is usually described as having large proportions.

lore:

Leviathan is the supreme ruler of the ring of envy, I don't know for sure how the ring of envy itself would work but I believe it is a large ocean with cities in it

He is responsible for fashion and social networks in hell, having the function of dictating trends, thereby sowing envy and disagreement among lesser demons.

it has a smaller, more versatile form, which its symbol represents

This design is not official so don't bother me

Belphegor "bell" 💊😴🐐

princess and embodiment of sloth

mythology:

Belfegor (Belphegor; "the lord of fire") is a Moabite deity venerated on Mount Fegor. In Christianity, he is considered the demon of laziness, discoveries, rot, inventions, creativity and cycles.

lore:

she is the dominant figure in the ring of laziness, owning several factories and laboratories to create medicines and drugs, her sin is followed when you fail to do something important so it takes you out of your comfort zone

an example of this is avoiding saving someone's life because it would hinder you

belphegor is a close friend of bee-lzebub but their relationship has not yet been shown in the series

This design is not official so don't bother me

[hyakinthou-naos]

Hyakíntha Ritual: The Heortē

1. Ceremonial Garments

As we celebrate the resurrection of Lord Hyacinthus, we adorn ourselves in clothing that reflects our joy and celebration. Jewelry and adornments that honor Lord Hyacinthus and Lord Apollo are worn in abundance as an outward symbol of our joy. Warm shades of oranges, yellows, and whites remind us of the God of Prophecy - and cooler shades of greens and purples remind us of the Spartan Prince.

2. Khernips & Purification

Following the days events, we don our garments and parade to The Temple. We reach the steps and ramps of The Temple's entrance, both adorned with hyacinths, sunflowers, lavender, and larkspur. The Temple's doors are opened wide, music playing from within

The entrance chamber holds a bowl of water where flaming leaves of bay and laurel have been extinguished. The water splashes as we joyfully wash our hands in the lustral water, cleansing ourselves before we enter The Temple's center.

3. Gathering at the Altar

We proceed into The Temple's center; the music still playing softly as we enter. The altar is positioned in the center of the room, behind which stands the Hytheria - dressed in robes of purple. Chairs and pillows for seating are arranged in a semi-circle in front of the altar.

We take our seats

4. Opening Prayer & Deity Invocation

We settle into our chosen seats, as the music and conversations slowly fade away. The Hytheria stands behind the altar and lights the center candle, and speaks:

Hestia, great goddess of the ancients - Daughter of the Titans Cronus and Rhea - She who is honored before all others. We gather here today and ask that you accept this flame, as a humble offering to you. Hestia, goddess of hearth and home Lead our way, and light our path.

The Hytheria then moves to light the second candle, and raises their arms to the heavens, saying:

Lord Apollo, shinning god of light and prophecy Son of Zeus and Leto, brother to Hermes Lover of Hyacinthus, for whom we celebrate today O bright and shining Lord, we ask that you accept this flame and grace us with your presence. We call upon you today, great god of music and healing, to bare witness to our ritual - as we celebrate the return of your love, the beautiful Hyacinthus, Prince of Sparta. May Lord Hermes carry these words from our lips, to your ears, on mighty Mount Olympus. Du et des, we give so you may give.

Lastly, the Hytheria then moves to light the third candle and the ceremonial incense, and raises their arms to the heavens, saying:

Lord Hyacinthus, noble prince of Sparta, Son of Amyclas and Diomede, brother of Polyboia Beloved of Apollo, the divine son of Zeus O strong yet gentle Lord, we ask that you accept these offerings of flame and incense - and be with us today We call upon you, radiant prince of blooming flowers, to bear witness to our ritual - as we celebrate your return into the arms of your beloved. May Lord Hermes carry these words from our lips, to your ears, in the heavens where you live forever more.

5. Hymns & Music

As the Hytheria concludes their prayer, they open a book sat behind the altar - The Temple's book of Hymns. The pages turn as the Hytheria settles on a page, and begins to read:

A Hymn for Hyacinthus [Altered Version]

Oh to the lover of our Lord We see you in every shade of lavender We feel you in every warm spring breeze We understand you every time lovers look into each others eyes. How did he look - the Lord of the Muses - When you ran your fingers through his hair? How did it feel? To touch the sun To feel its warmth Oh how we envy you Oh how we honor you Oh how we rejoice in you Oh lover of our Lord

We Are For You; a Hymn to Lord Apollo [Altered Version]

Lord Phoebus He who shines light into our darkness, He who brings music to our souls. Who would we be without your graces? Who would we be without your love? Oh sweet Lord of all we hold dear - You have been with us - all the days of our lives Waiting patiently for our devotion. And we are here- Knees bent, Eyes closed, Heart open. We are for you, Lord Apollo - We are for you.

The Hytheria finishes his reading, placing the book back from whence it came, and arranges for the music to begin. Before starting the music, the Hytheria speaks:

I invite you all to listen to this music, and think of Lord Apollo, and Lord Hyacinthus. Think of how they love, though interrupted by fate, is everlasting. Think of how their dedication to each other is not diminished by their loving of others. Love is boundless, it is joy and lust and adventure - but it is also work and struggle and pain. All that is, is imperfect, even the Gods. Love is imperfection; love exists in multitudes; love is the power we feel here today.

While today we celebrate romantic love, platonic love is just as powerful - and love need not be romantic to be worth the effort.

I invite you all, in the center of this room or from the seats which you have chosen, to dance and be joyful. For today we celebrate love - in all its many forms.

Music begins to play, and the Hytheria joins the congregation in a dance of youthful joy.

6. Libations

As the music concludes, and the dancers return to their seats, the Hytheria places a large ceremonial bowl in the center of the participants. The Hytheria then returns with glasses filled with liquid, giving one to each of those in attendance. The Hytheria stands in front of the altar and speaks:

In honor and reverence of the ancient ways, we hold before us a libation of milk and water. As we pour these libations, we offer them to Prince Hyacinthus, and Lord Apollo. They who bring us joyous spring, they who show us unending love, they who hold our hands through sorrow - we offer this to them.

We all pour our libations into the center bowl, the liquids swirl and splash, as they all come together as one in the bowl's center.

7. Divination

[Hytheria Aön will be doing a tarot reading for the temple at large, seeing what messages Lord Hyacinthus has for The Temple's patrons and visitors. His tarot interpretation will be posted sometime tomorrow.

Ritual attendees/participants are encouraged to engage in their own personal divination with Lord Apollo at this time.]

8. Closing Prayers

As the pouring of the libations concludes, the Hytheria returns to behind the altar. The Hytheria takes a moment to pause, before speaking:

With joy and laughter, with awe and amazement We conclude this evening rite We give thanks to radiant Lord Apollo, God of music and medicine And his beloved, Hyacinthus, whose beauty and spirit are once again alive Lord Apollo, glorious archer, we thank you for your guiding light, For the wisdom and strength you gift to us, And for the music that stirs our hearts May you continue to inspire and protect us We give thanks to Prince Hyacinthus, he who is noble and pure We honor your return and celebrate you ascension to the heavens Your life, a testament to beauty - a beacon in the darkness, a refuge in the storm May your story echo within us, Reminding us of fleeting life and eternal love

The Hytheria raises his arms to the heavens, and once again speaks:

May the blessings of Apollo and Hyacinthus Guide us our paths, fill our hearts with joy, And guide us in harmony and peace.

The Hytheria lowers his arms and extinguishes the second candle, before speaking for a final time:

Hestia, first -

The Hytheria blows out the center candle.

- and last

And with that, the ritual is concluded.

[bestworstcase]

…ozma uses fairytales to make sense of himself and the world around him. as beacon’s headmaster he published a collection of fairytales, every one of them about himself or salem, somehow or another. “what is ozpin hiding from us”—the answer is told as a tragic fairytale. ozma heeded light’s warning for years, but everywhere he went, “he heard the same frightened whispers that spoke of a terrifying sorceress who commanded dark powers in the wilds among the beasts and monsters.” it was these stories that led him to her, because he “needed to see what she had become,” and because of these stories he could never bring himself to trust her.

this is how he thinks. how he understands himself and the world. through stories.

We have many questions, and never all the answers we would like. But we do have stories. Whether they’re true stories passed down through the ages or myths defying time itself, our stories help explain who we are and why we’re here. They give us solace when we need it, advice if we seek it, and connections that bind us together as one people. If you don’t believe in stories, if you can’t accept their truths, then you will always seek and never find.

salem knows this. it’s the first thing she says to and about him: legends. stories scattered through time… mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts of a forgotten past.

she does not, herself, seem to care particularly for fairytales. certainly she considers ozma’s use of them to be deceitful: “legends and fairytales/scattered in time/maidens and kingdoms/wrapped up in a lie/these children you mislead/you’ll watch them all bleed/strength will not bring victory” & “show them gods and deities/blind and keep the people on their knees/pierce the sky, escape your fate/the more you try, the more you’ll just breed hate/and lies.”

but.

when he told her the truth about what the god of light sent him to remnant to do, she quoted from a faunus myth to articulate her refusal: “and the descendants of our god’s great gift have always carried envy in their hearts. to this day, they resent us for reminding them of what they are not and what they never can be.” -> “don’t you see? none of that matters anymore! why spend our lives trying to redeem these humans when we could replace them with what they could never be?”

and she means that the god of light is resentful and envious and undeserving, that remnant is better off as it is now, that there is nothing to redeem and nothing the god of light told him matters at all—but like.

she expresses this idea by quoting a legend.

one he must have been familiar with, at least in passing, because thousands of years later when he published an anthology of fairytales he went out of his way to include that story (and suggests in his commentary that it is important, that it deserves to be remembered, that it contains deep truths).

salem—who is not, in general, a skillful communicator—upon hearing his explanation of the divine mandate, upon being asked to join him in serving a god she hates after learning that her marriage was built on lies, tried her level best to communicate her objection in his language. by quoting a story.

that isn’t something we’ve seen her do in any other context—in her v1 soliloquy and songs she speaks disdainfully of his legends and fairytales but, in contrast to ozpin and his circle’s habitual use of fairytales to introduce people to the truth, salem never refers to stories to explain herself other than this one time in the lost fable when she asked ozma to reject the mandate light gave him.

i’m upset

[matsukaah]

•KimetsuOlymp AU

After so long cooking, here is my dish delivered to you. This is an AU (alternative universe) involving the Greek mythology of Olympus. I will remind you that the relationships between characters do not follow those of the gods of mythology 🤏🤓

I really liked it, it was fun and I hope it's to your liking, any mistake, spelling or coherence, I apologize ‼️

Maybe I'll write something about it, I just need time, I'm a born procrastinator

●How was it conceived? (and how he is Ume's brother)

(Purahahime is a name invented to refer to Gyutaro and Ume's mother)

The Purahahime was a woman of low status on Olympus, she could live her life without worries, but she craved too much to be praised by a good-looking God. She wanted to impress him anyway, she was nothing extraordinary, so she decided to have a child, even if it wasn't his, if it was strong enough it would definitely attract attention, that all the deities would know its name. She tried several times before Gyutaro began to be prepared, in better words, cursed, with the most diverse plagues so that his abilities would go to the limit, without thinking about what his body would end up looking like. The result of the various experiments, it was already a miracle that he was able to be born, but his appearance was deplorable, like a dark and soft amalgam.

Purahahime didn't see the value in him, she considered killing him, but he was too strong for her unhappiness (or happiness?). Not ending his life proved advantageous, as it worked, the man believed that the reason for Gyutaro's strength was his mother's womb, even if it was grotesque. Thus, Ume was conceived, unfortunately unlike her brother she was born stunning, even as a child deities stopped their work to appreciate her, but she was weak compared to her brother, which angered her parents, neglecting them both.

Eventually Purahahime was killed by the man she loved, he believed he had been tricked into blaming her for his daughter's weakness. Currently he has found other women, not bothering to look at any of the children. Gyutaro initially felt envious, surely if he had that smooth skin or that white hair he would be congratulated just for being born. But she won his heart, since they share the same cruel blue eyes (Gyutaro has them, but normally keeps his haunting eyes, with yellow sclera and green irises with red interior), they are miserable, just like her and him, so that he decided to take care of her.

•What type of role does he perform?

Gyutaro is the God of iron, he would be perfect for a guard due to his strength, but he preferred it this way. Being the most skilled craftsman Olympus has ever seen, his story of suffering, humiliation and hard work teaches that not all Greek gods had that gentle life on Olympus.

●What is his relationship with the others on Olympus?

He detests several people, especially Tengen, the God of wine and parties, he continually throws his festivities that for Gyutaro feel like the ground is shaking, his sensitive ears making his head pound in pain, making it impossible for him to work. Also due to envy, he is always surrounded by his three wives in addition to the countless number of nymphs and goddesses who aspire to the position of “wife number four”, in his words.

Tanjiro, the son of the Sun, just how he screams irritates him a lot, but he doesn't hate him, it's just unpleasant how he always manages to break the divine artifacts that Gyutaro prepares with so much care, the way Tanjiro is always friendly and always smiling is intimidating too , his eyes seem to stare into Gyutaro's soul, he would destroy him if Tanjiro's younger sister wasn't Ume's close friend.

Ume, she uses the pseudonym of several names, but Daki is the most used, she is considered the concept of beauty. Gyutaro loves his sister, but he can't help but think that she was drawn with care by the gods and looks like he was a sketch made by a boar with a brush in his hand. Raising her was a difficult task, but he made sure she lacked nothing, if she felt hungry, would he hunt, new clothes? he steals and sews until she feels satisfied. Even when she blossomed into the beautiful flower she is, she never left her brother out of her life, insisting that he accompany her to parties and speaking highly of him to everyone he interacts with, even if he feels anxious about the attention she brings. , usually hiding on benches behind the pillars, just enjoying wine.

Obanai and Mitsuri, they are always together since they date. Gyutaro likes Obanai, his hair full of snakes managed to make them identify with each other, in addition to the various types of exotic requests he makes, such as pure pure ornaments for his loved one. Mtsuri talks to him when Gyutaro visits Obanai, sometimes trying to marry him, which doesn't work, to the point where he started to reject her, but appreciates her good intentions.

He has some other relationships, but he doesn't keep in touch with them, as he doesn't usually leave his work area, which is also his home.

●How does his body work?

It seems difficult, but the parts harmonize complicatedly, curved horns like those of a buffalo, to protect its bat ears, which are super sensitive to sounds, but this makes its head weigh too much, having to cut them frequently until they grow back to the point of bothering him.

His ears accurately hear everything around him, especially the tinkling of metal, knowing whether or not it is of good quality, he has learned to recognize the sound of people and other creatures and differentiate them. Sometimes they turn them down to muffle the sound, partially working.

His eyes have this monstrous tone, despite having them normal, blue and white sclerae, but they are sensitive and do not see in the dark as he likes, his usual green and red eyes imitate those of reptiles and cats, he hates light, he feels like he is going go blind if you stay in the sun.

Legs are heavy, being mixtures of several types of animals, being fast and strong, but heavy, he avoids moving, as it leaves him exhausted and sore.

An amusing detail is that because of this large amount of blood mixture involving bovine animals, when he feels irritated he unconsciously drags his feet on the ground like a bull

He has a small snake tail, Chioi, a black snake with purple eyes, he has deceptive abilities, disturbing the senses of anyone who looks at him, he loves to pretend to have five heads like a hydra, people's look of terror makes them both laugh.

His blood has a corrosive poison, protect yourself under your fingernails, but if his blood is ingested it will have the same effect.

Gyutaro has a deformed body from birth, but he eats little of everything his body needs, leaving him weak. However, he eats “enough” to stay upright and working.

It's the same things said above, but in image form, I thought it was super cute and decided to keep it🫡‼️

and of course, my oc Matsu no au, they are my babies‼️‼️‼️

[cccc-aus]

Aaaah I just found this account while scrolling through the Chonny Jash au tag and I already love it.

I just went on a massive rant about my CCCC Hellenic (Greek) Mythos au(s) but I specifically wanna ramble about my Primordial Force au so here we go hehe

For those unfamiliar with Hellenic mythology, here are some key terms!

Selene: Pulls the moon across the sky during the night, and is also the personification of the moon. In this au, she's Heart.

Helios: Pulls the sun across the sky during the day, and is also the personification of the sun. In this au, he’s Mind.

Eos: Pulls the colors of dawn across the sky before the sun rises, and is also the personification of the dawn. In this au, she’s Soul. (In my original post, I debated between using Eos or Gaia for Soul, but I think I’ve settled on Eos.)

Chaos: Essentially what was before all the deities came about in Greek Mythos. In this au, it’s Whole.

In this au, the issues that ensue are, at their roots, caused by envy. Selene is envious of Helios because she only reflects his light, and has no light of her own. Helios is envious of Eos’s divine colors and the painting she makes the sky each morning. Eos is envious of Selene’s admiration by the mortal poets and artists, as she too wishes to be the source of artistic inspiration like the moon is. The Shot in this au is Selene eclipsing Helios. Like, literally. Selene draws her chariot carrying the moon in front of Helios’s chariot which is carrying the sun. In the process, the light that shines from the eclipse blinds Selene. Eos is infuriated, as it messed up everyone’s schedule, and even more so it caused some mortals (whom she is very fond of) down on earth to go blind. She threatens them, saying that if they don’t get their act together, she’s giving their titles as “Sun/moon deities” to Apollo and Artemis. More Chaos (pun intended) ensues when the very fabric of reality begins to break, and the only chaos begins to seep back into the cosmos as a result of Helios’s and Selene’s and Eos’s fighting.

Anyways, there’s my silly au, I also have two other Hellenic mythos related aus that are briefly explained in the post I linked above if you’re interested in this hehe

Intriguing! I’m not very well versed in… any kind of mythology, but that description’s certainly piqued my curiosity!

I like the sheer pettiness of these three gods, specifically Selene. Very fitting considering the three idiots we’re dealing with here. When writing, I personally find that gods are at their most entertaining when they’re pretty much just regular people with their own flaws and problems (since I’m writing something- SEVERAL somethings, technically- where that’s practically the whole plot) and you’ve pulled that idea off well! If ever you want to return, I’ll be more than happy to listen to your ideas once again. Anyone’s ideas, really, that’s what this blog is all about.

[littlewitchygreen]

Color Magic: Yellow

Below I have included a list of correspondences, the history of the color, the biology and psychology of the color, and the magical uses it has. Enjoy!

Correspondences

Associations: Communication, intelligence, creativity, energy, joy, learning, memory, comfort, hope, confidence, spirits.

Element: Air and Fire

Planet: The Sun, Mercury, Saturn

Direction: East

Season: Summer

Day: Sunday

In Tarot: The Wands and Swords

The Sun, Mercury, and Saturn are all associated with yellow because of the colors of the celestial bodies. The elements ruled by yellow also have ties to the Sun and Mercury, as they are ruled by fire and air respectively, but also because both of those elements contain the color yellow in various ways. Yellow is associated with the East due to the Sun rising in the East. Summer is associated with yellow due to the Sun and heat. Sunday is associated with solar deities and the Sun again, which associates it with yellow. In tarot, yellow is associated with the suit of Wands as the suit of fire, and the suit of Swords as the suit of air.

History

Yellow was one of the first colors humans were able to use as a pigment. There is evidence of the color being used in cave art from 45,000 BCE, and that they were used as body paint. The earliest pigment derived from ochre in clay soil, and have since also been used in dyes and paints for a variety of purposes.

In Europe, yellow was considered the color of the sun and gold, and in Egypt they would often paint the gods yellow to resemble gold, as a sign of their divinity as the ‘flesh of the sun’. In Rome, it was also used to depict people’s skin - especially in Pompeii. In Buddhism, yellow is representative of humility and is frequently used in temples. A lot of art in Christianity uses shades of yellow to show outsiders, like Judas, as separate from the others depicted, and other shades to show warmth and joy in others. In ancient China, yellow was only allowed to be worn by the emperor, and was often considered a sign of happiness, power, luck, and wisdom. In India the color is often associated with happiness. While there are many meanings across Native American cultures, a few more common ones have been the sun, the earth, power, and wisdom. In many African nations, yellow is associated with wealth and royalty due to its resemblance to gold, as well as spirituality.

In the fourteenth century, yellow also became the color of envy, lying, treason, and untrustworthiness. This is also why there are phrases like ‘yellow-bellied’ for cowardice, and ‘yellow journalism’ for sensationalist journalism. This had its origin in the medicine of the time in the west - the medicine involving the humors, where yellow bile was associated with an unstable temperament. It has also been used as a color to draw attention, historically - for both good and bad purposes in sociopolitical movements, for safety, for business, and more.

Psychology and Biology

Psychologically, yellow often is considered a happy color due to its brightness and associations with the sun and summer, and often is considered an enthusiastic color. Various shades are also more attention-getting, so they are also associated with caution and anxiety as well, or more alertness to them in general if the source is not a potential threat. It has been shown to improve mood, increase social activity, and boost cognition and creativity for a period of time. In some cases, yellow can also increase feelings of dishonesty, mental agitation, and somewhat suppress empathy in favor of logic.

Biologically, yellow has shown some signs of increasing the body’s metabolism. As it can be an intense color, it also has been known to cause eye fatigue. In addition to the psychological agitation, yellow can also physically agitate people as well, increasing frustration in some people. A few studies suggest that people may lose their tempers faster in yellow rooms, and that babies may cry more in yellow rooms as well.

Magical Uses

Color magic for yellow can be used for mental pursuits, creativity, or communication workings. It can also be used for luck and prosperity spells as well, due to its associations with gold. Yellow can also be used for workings involving power or wisdom, or in workings involving anxieties and truth. As with other colors, there is no strict limit as to what can be done with it.

[ynrose]

First yandere please don’t judge been busy with school.

Yandere Poseidon x reader

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Deep beneath the mysterious depths of the ocean, a love story unlike any other unfolded. Poseidon, the powerful and enigmatic God of the Sea, had fallen madly in love with a mortal - you, the ordinary mortal . However, this love was not your typical romance. It was a dangerous and twisted affection, a love that would consume Poseidon and bring chaos to both gods and mortals alike.

From the first moment he laid eyes on you, Poseidon could not resist your beauty and innocence. He watched you from his watery domain, observing every movement you made on the land above. As time passed, his infatuation grew, and his actions became more possessive. He ensured that every wave brought you gifts from the ocean - shimmering pearls and seashells, tokens of his undying love.

Unbeknownst to you, Poseidon's love had driven him to madness. He became a Yandere, a possessive and obsessive lover. He would not rest until he had you by his side, forever. His watery rage was unleashed upon anyone who posed a threat to his beloved human, even his fellow gods dared not stand in his way.

One fateful day, as you stood by the shore, admiring the sunset, Poseidon could no longer contain his desires. He emerged from the ocean, his majestic form rising from the depths, towering over the land. With his trident in hand, he commanded the sea to part, creating a pathway just for you. And as if under a spell, you followed the enchanted trail, drawn towards this divine being.

Poseidon yearned for your love and devotion, but he was no longer content with simply watching from the shadows. He wanted you completely, body and soul, and he would stop at nothing to make you his own. The seas boiled with envy as he revealed his true intentions, his eyes burning with a possessive fire that matched the wrath of the ocean itself.

But even in the face of such intense obsession, you remained defiant. You saw through the madness in Poseidon's eyes and longed to bring the kind and gentle god he once was back to the surface. You knew that love should never manifest in such a destructive manner. With compassion in your heart, you vowed to show him a love untainted by possessiveness, to teach him the true meaning of love.

As you delved deeper into Poseidon's twisted world, you discovered his tragic past - a tale of heartbreak and betrayal that had driven him into darkness. Sympathy filled your heart, and you realized that only by healing his wounds could you steer him towards the path of redemption.

Through endless conversations beneath the moonlit waves, you learned to navigate the treacherous waters of Poseidon's love. With your guidance, the god began to understand the difference between love and obsession. Slowly, the madness waned, and the violent storms that once brewed within him subsided.

With each passing day, Poseidon transformed into a more compassionate deity. He used his powers to protect rather than harm, to bring peace to the tumultuous seas. And as he changed, so too did your relationship - evolving from fear and obsession to trust and respect.

Finally, the day came when Poseidon realized that true love meant setting the object of his affection free. Knowing that you could never belong to him completely, he made the ultimate sacrifice. With a heavy heart, he let you go, releasing you from the spell of his possessive love.

Though it broke your heart to leave Poseidon behind, you knew it was the only way for both of you to find happiness. And so, you returned to the world above, cherishing the memories of your tumultuous love affair with the a Yandere Sea God.

Years passed, and you carried the lessons you learned from Poseidon deep within your heart. You experienced a love that was deep and fulfilling, a love that was free from possession and control. And every time you gazed upon the restless sea, you couldn't help but wonder if the God of the Sea had found his own peace.

For even in the realm of gods, true love has the power to heal and transform. The love story of Poseidon and Yn proved that no matter how twisted or complicated, love can bring out the best in even the most dark and troubled souls.

[multifunctionalnitroglycerin]

The Locked Tomb Series Names and Symbolism #1

I am not certain I'll ever make any more of those, but I have found myself restless and in need of expressing how ingenious the naming system/patterns/meanings in these books is. I would very much like to start nerding out about the usage of Greek and Latin numeral roots for seemingly everyone's names depending on their house. Admittedly, some are more prominent than others. (I am looking at you Judith Deuteros - I honest to God cracked up on that one)

The theme of today's post however is Alecto. I will admit to no little amount of shame that it took me a while to connect the dots between Alecto and Αληκτώ. And as usual Muir's way of integrating symbols, myths and folklore so seamlessly and yet so obviously in her work, left me with my mouth hanging open and a ridiculous amount of joy for no apparent reason.

Onto the actual post now, the name that Muir chose for this not quite human byproduct of John's actions if you will, is so glaringly fitting it's insane. For those of you that aren't Greek mythology fans -or PJO I guess- Alecto was in Greek myths one of the three - allegedly- Erinyes. The Furies, also known as Εὐμενίδες. Ancient chthonic deities that hunted down and punished those whose actions opposed the natural and moral order of things. Does that ring a bell?

So we have Μέγαιρα for hatred and envy, Τισιφόνη for vengeance and murder, and Αληκτώ/ Alecto for fury and mania. Alecto's mission was the infliction of punishment, the expression of divine rage against moral crimes, especially those committed by humans (The gods fell under Nemesis' jurisdiction). She is most well known for her appearance in Aeschylus' Ευμένιδες a tragedy centered around Orestis whom the furies hound for the murder of his mother, Clytemnestra.

Alecto for the Ancient Greeks was the divine personification of fury, and meting out punishment to mortals that upset the natural and ethical order of things.

And what did our boy John do? Nothing much but destroy the entire livelihood of a planet and try to consume its soul. (Gaius is also an ironically fitting last name - of the earth with Γαία or Gaia being the primordial deity of the earth*). But he couldn't quite do it, could he? She was too vast, too infinite for him to fully consume. And what is left behind is half a soul, butchered and unwhole. Sewn in a monstrous, lacking body of John's measures. WE know that John refers to her as his Anabel Lee (I think, at least.) but Alecto seems to be a name she chose for herself and is so much more fitting. For what is she but the lingering righteous fury of billion souls taken before their time? What is she but an ever-present reminder of John's failure. What is she but a presence that haunts him with her mere existence, that threatens his power so much that he locked her away for ten thousand years like all humans do - at least those with a semblance of a conscience- with their guilt. They lock it up, for they cannot erase it - he cannot end her - but it always comes back haunting their dreams, hounding them in their waking hours. Alecto is John's very own Fury, one that will inevitably met out her punishment for his failures (Including his failure of loving her as wholly as he promised to), matching him beat for beat ( see Cassiopeia telling him that he is less interested in saving anyone than he is in meting out punishment). I guess monsters do take after their creators after all.

Not to mention that Alecto's behavior and presence as described by Augustine and Mercymorn is quite fitting to the role she has come to play. She is unsettling, intense, violent, mostrous. A Fury in her own right.

*Note: Gaia is the poetic form of the word Γη meaning earth and in the Cosmogony was used to describe the material side of the cosmos, not so much the earth itself. Again. Oddly fitting

That's all folks. If you reached the end of this ridiculous rant, here have a μελομακάρονο. It's almost Christmas after all.

[justpked]

If it's not a spoiler on BTSL if we choose golden eyes why does it have different flavour text?

Golden eyes are... Special. A blessing, one might say.

Not anyone can be born with these special eyes. As if there is someone who has these eyes, then they must certainly be direct decendants of beings far greater than the Divines themselves. Even with the use of magic, there is a difference when meeting someone with these golden eyes, and meeting someone who is simply mimicking them.

Individuals with golden eyes are a clear sign of how the Great Deities are still with the mortals, how they have not yet abandoned their children yet. How even after everything, the 'Gods' still remain with their beloved creations, ensuring to steer them to the right path. How 'blessed' the individual's must be, to be favored.

The Maiden, in all her Glory, was the first of the Great Deities to grace the mortals of her presence, her shinning golden eyes, enrapturing anyone near her. She help create civilizations and land, sacrificing her flesh, down from her body and even her innards, to provide a 'home' for her beloved children.

Those with golden eyes are known for having a powerful and strong affinity with the elements of the arcane and life. They are said to be holy people, those who know what is right and wrong, commanders and leaders who will provide for the people and lead them to prosperity. Clear individuals who have been 'Chosen' to lead the realm.

Asol Apostolos, the Great Hero of Freiy, also has these golden eyes, no? He is blessed by the Old Wolf, the Great Beast who is famously known to have been the Maiden's closest companion. He slew the Great Calamity and brought peace to Freiy for many years. He has lived for many years watching over mortals and their growth as he leads them to a 'better' future.

Of course... What one will say to be a blessing is the same that can be said about a curse.

Aris Vermillion Gaudare, also has eyes that shine like gold, but he is nothing like a hero. He is far from that. From his birth, everything for Vanthelia has been rolling down a hill that never seems to end. Blood soaks the soil and the roots of the nation have wilted and withered. He, being a child who never should've been born, caused the fall of his own nation during their time of peace, and killed his own flesh and blood.

Those with golden eyes are called many things. Be they be considered 'The Bringer of Calamity' or 'The Blessed Herald', many are envious of those who have been chosen to be blessed with the golden hue, daring to pluck and steal the eyes of another for themselves. Greed and envy can go a long way, and it blinds everyone who yearns for power and knowledge of the unknown.

So for a child to have these golden eyes, it makes one question; just who are you to have either been blessed or cursed to have those golden eyes?

[voidsentprinces]

Poison frog toxic red flag murder dragon, I never play or write about?

Hey. Hey hey tell me about them. Theyre cute as fuck I wanna know more about em.

DO NOT CUTE THE POISON FROG TOXIC RED FLAG MURDER DRAGON!

Ladies, Gentlemen, and the Eldritch Beings Beyond the Mortal Comprehension of Mankind:

Meet Envy, full title: Invidia Leviathan Tepes, Prince of Envy (for redundancy)

Amongst all the Gods, Demons, and Villains I have ever created, he is the A B S O L U T E W O R S T. I am not even going to list it. Think of something bad. He's done it. He is against the Geneva Accords. Everything from minor infractions like shop lifting to being one of the reasons THERE ARE NO LONGER ANY GODS BEYOND DEATH NOW (in writing lore that is).

He is the only Voidsent Prince who is actually the Original Sin incarnate. He is selfish to extreme, is murder happy, will use, abuse, and toss away anyone and anything he wants. Literally believes the world revolves around him and anything to the contrary needs to be IMPALED WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE!

You were born.

Congrats.

You were born to worship and serve him. If you are not doing any of those two things. You deserve to die or be tortured for doing either of those two things too little, too much, or even perfectly fine but he's bored of you now, DIE NOW AND SAVE HIM THE INCONVIENCE OF KILLING YOU, THANKS!

He enters the story coiled around the heart of a Goddess who consuming her divinity himself. While driving her completely mad with jealousy which leads to the First Twilight of the Gods. Because the First God got bored one day, I shit you not. Due to taking the divinity of a deity for himself. He grows from a small snake into The Leviathan. His second act after being torn out of said Goddess's chest by her sister is to bite the hand of the Goddess of Light and tumble down from the heavens onto the mortal plane. Where he spends the rest of his time strangling the world with the length of his body and killing anything that thinks to sail on his seas. When he is eventually drop kicked into Hell. He is then forced by Death to go from a primordeal draconic being who is the length of the seven seas and two oceans to a humanoid you see before you. Leaving his tail behind to envy what he once was. Despite the downsizing, aforementioned, its done nothing to curb his ego and he has decided being punished like this is NOW EVERYONES PROBLEM!

Actively hates living things and use to cause earthquakes and tsunamis on a whim to wipe out anyone who settled too close to the oceans he thought he fucking owned.

Does he take a moment to reflect that maybe doing any of this will make people hate him in the short term and try and hunt him down in the long term? HAHAHA!

NO!

Aforementioned, ya not serving his whims or if you bore him, he do not give a fuck about repercussions. He's the edgy dude who never grew out of the edge phase is just 2 cool for school. If that guy got his hands on the strength and power to force people under his heel. Actively is immortally youthful, strong enough to fight off entire armies, the ability to generate water and cause earthquakes at a whim. Gilgamesh before he met Enkidu, but if meeting Enkidu made him even worse and he learned nothing of humility and shrugged off Enkidu's death.

I don't write him cause he is just...a walking trigger warning and that makes me uncomfortable. I would change him, but like...the cast NEEDS like that one (1) absolute bastard character. Irredeemable, unbashedly terrible on every level, is the reason people probably started to write down war crimes and formed rules around: Maybe we shouldn't do these bad things during combat actually...lets set up rules.

Not that he'd follow them. You kidding? Telling HIM what to do? The gall!

Anyway, here have his theme while you're here:

[exurgedomine]

🎧 "And from dusk to dawn we suffer from our immortality" or from the same song "After the dead lover's kiss you fall into a dreamBut with your second birth you're a prince in our mournful realm" I simply could not choose between the two. Nagato and Orochimaru

🎧 Drabble || Accepting

Pale, sickly fingers caress over the contours of a dead jaw. Pads tracing over all the angles of a dead man, marking the features of a cadaver that had once lived, yet now lived again in undeath. 

It was a precious item atop God’s lap.One of his many deific masks of which he postured for worship, gathering both the admiration and ire of those who seek either conviction or forgiveness.

God stared down upon its resting face, a body present, his thoughts absent; he was ignoring his guest.

Orochimaru. The Ouroboros. The legendary sannin. Nagato committed the rumored titles well into memory, especially after the sweet fondness his previous master used to speak of it. Though, the old sage spoke of his companion as a man with ambition and personality, yet all God sees is inscrutable living-flesh chasing the supplanted pleasures of accrued knowledge. 

Chasing? Hunting. 

Nagato’s companion here felt starved for eternity— seeking immortality with a subtle urgency. To a Layman, the ravenous desire was not obvious, but Nagato was not any man, for his eyes burdened him with far too much.

Insofar, immortality has not graced this man in any divine way other than under the suggestion of a steel scalpel and borrowed technique. And yet, it seems the concept was the connecting bridge between God and this non-believer.

Eternity was of latter concern. God’s work was in the present and will not be finished until his goal is complete. However, he supposes that he could live a life infinite. It only crossed his mind whenever Orochimaru drew near with a golden gaze that itched to swallow Nagato whole and curious hands that longed to drink all such potential from whatever remained of his holy body. 

Perhaps he is mistaken. Perhaps, he wishes to be mistaken. The longer the other lingered, the more this meddling feeling troubled his divinity, this idea that what connects these two men was kinship. 

Kinship under bloodied, conquered immortality. 

God’s doubt deluded him that the white snake found itself an ephemeral match of no comparison. Beings of a higher consciousness with a timeline as generous as a millennium. Orochimaru’s touch was warm against his cool skin, his voice honeyed with deceit and innocuous interest. He touched on him with what felt like envy, but grasped with what tasted like fear. Death chased him like how fire clamored after the wax on a candlestick and while Nagato was not the answer to his solution— he was a step in the right direction.

Deities were iconographies. Ideas to behold, philosophies to be pondered. God did not mind extending his mercy and grace towards this wayward soul, yet it seemeth the more he flayed his dermal flesh towards the snake, the greedier he clung to it, sinking his teeth into the ever-rare warmth in a world so terribly cold. 

It was beyond Nagato’s understanding what Orochimaru wanted. Truly wanted. What he had yearned for, nor did he care to know. 

“ Orochimaru, “ God breathes, removing his loving hand from his favorite corpse and laying against the sunken cheek on a skull with its flesh strung too tight, “ indulge me your desires. “

[envious0fm3]

Is a deity reaching out? (PLEASE I need help to see if one's reaching out and identifying who"

Okay so I want to begin with I'm a beginner witch, I don't do deity work but I've had a sudden interested in them. I've been seeing things that seems like signs but I truly don't know if I'm going through spiritual psychosis or something. I've been doing divination to confirm but I'm not that experienced in divination. I asked my pendulum board if there's a deity reaching out to me. It said yes, I know that doesn't necessarily mean there is one. I went to my spirit box and changed communication to a spirit box to see if that would be better for conformation. For the past 4 days I've been communicating that way and recording the conversation and going back to the recording to see what words are coming through. I've been seeing snakes a lot, shows or movies I watch recently all involve with daemons and I wouldn't even know that's what the movies about or show or even with Greek mythology or hearing about gods and not intentionally doing it. I get certain urges to research stuff about daemons or stuff about other deities, I've been getting dreams back to back. Like I'll have 3 to 4 dreams a lot this week, last night I had a dream about being in a room with million of bee's, the other day while driving I seen two crows in the road. Back to the spirit box I've asked some questions and I know there's a big thing with trickster's so I don't know if what I'm truly talking to is a deity. I've been asking these questions for four days in a row to see if I get a different outcome. I will be putting the questions I have asked though and the responses to see what your thoughts are.

What are you known for? They replied back with known to "disagree" "does not care anymore" "made them sink or see" "roses" "God" "death" "water" "father time" "who's there when the nights falling" which idk what that means.

What are you associated with? The responses back were the sound of music notes, "snakes" "owl" "interesting" "of a great thing" "I'll wait for you" "love yourself" "often says" "support for" "you" I then asked if they’ve sent me signs. They proceeded to play this certain music note, “color” “plants” “company” and said “this is wrong discussion” “be patient” “for so long” “with us” “music notes again” “Oh dear” “you don’t even hear us” Next question was

How long have you been reaching out to me? They replied with “well” “we’ve been waiting a little long” “years” “a bunch” “Atlanta” “listen to what he says” “snakes” “what he’s trying to say”

I asked what signs have they gave me and its says "you know"

What are things you would want me to know? The reply was “you’ll know from the start” or maybe it says star, “dark” “likes bees” “give me a second” “now” “demon” “i’m a god” “lay down or laying down” “water” “get closer” “learn” “love” “we’ll talk about that later”

What element are they associated with and they only gave me a direction and they said North.

Other random statements

Starting the session “Good Afternoon” “it’s you” “what you got on” because ngl what I had on was pj’s and it looked badd, “have the way of life” Then I said that we’re going to be contacting throw the spirit box they replied with “here we go”.

More random statements

"Hi, question how do you know?" "put music on" "Leo" "envy" "2021" "get turns on earth" then I think it said "at night no questions" at least that's what it sounded like. (This is probably referring to one night that I was asking questions) Then proceeded to say "if you have to you have to" then it said "you are new" "that's so bad" "Hey bad girl" which I got so confused because idk if that was supposed to be humorist.

It would say random things like number 2, look at all the stuff because I had my spirit box, emt meter, tarot cards, pendulum board, “we find stuff” “who do you want” “the audience stays” “no right” “here” “ I don’t think it’s enough”

When I went to go get a lighter because I wanted to light a candle I couldn’t find it

“there” “I seen one” “there” “there is one” “faster” which i found it and it was right in front of my face.

First session and noticing I'm recording the conversation

“hold on” “i’m on the phone” “i’ll go through the phone” 

Thinking of my ex for a second during the session "Damn girl, are you thinking about a ex.

Last question I asked was do they get annoyed with me asking question it replied back with "a lot of response"

After my 2/4 sessions, a day after, my mom put a show on and something in my head was telling me to watch it. It was the show called Abigail the good witch. During as I was watching it there was certain words that caught my eye that kept repeating like "death" it even showed roses. Then at the end to were the credits is. It was a raven or a crow. At this point, I don't know if what i'm going through is spiritual psychosis or actually a deity around me. I need help and advice on what you think is happening and if it is a deity what deity would it be.