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rainwater-mist-altar · 7 months
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I’ve been wondering something for a few days, and I figured I might find some answers here. This is a rather niche question, so any sort of help is appreciated.
Sometimes when I’m out and about, I find bits of metal that have somewhat rusted. An abandoned screw, a random piece of metal, that sort of thing. A few times I’ve gotten this urge of sorts to put what I’ve found on my altar. It’s never happened with anything else I’ve found, just the random bits of rusted metal.
Recently I’ve begun studying Fenrir, and asking to work with him- but I can’t tell if the metal is for Fenrir or for a different deity. My current altar setup is essentially “This is for Fenrir, but I’m also open to whoever else wants to join me”- for lack of a better term.
I was thinking maybe possibly Ares for some reason, but I’m not 100% certain as I haven’t seen mention about offering metal. Is there any way for me to ask who is reaching out? Or does anyone know of a deity that asks for rusted metal?
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yashley · 4 months
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dragonofthedepths · 1 year
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Guardian Spirits 7.2.23
DP x DC. Clockwork, Danny, Pandora, Robin, Superboy, The Big Three, confused teachers. Clockwork is Kronos.
“That,” Diana says, sounding like she just got thrown face-first through a building and is struggling to regain her breath, “is Lord Kronos and Lady Pandora.”
Ah.
Clark would’ve said they don’t have any heartbeats.
Neither of them felt the need to play captain obvious and point out things like glowing, floating, blue skin, or Obviously Not Human.
Danny got away from his parents and Amity and is attending school under the name Phantom —because why be subtle when you don’t plan on showing anyone your ghost half. The same school Robin and Superboy are attending.
Some sort of parental advisory meeting or parents day or something— is called, and Bruce and Clark attend in their civvies, with Diana tagging along as the designated holder of the brain cell.
Clockwork and Pandora show up as Danny’s guardians, not making the slightest effort to hide anything at all.
Day (617/100) in my #∞daysofwriting @the-wip-project 7th of Feb
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nelkcats · 1 year
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Caged Death
After speaking with Clockwork, Danny discovered that the Ghost King's job was not only as the ruler of the Realms or the caretaker of the ghosts, but also as the representative of death.
It turns out that death has taken different personifications over the centuries (and because of the number of dimensions) but they always needed a leader. The Ghost King was meant to be the one to guide them and do most of the work, guiding the humans' souls to a better place and help when needed, which is why he needed so much power in the first place. This was obviously neglected by his predecessor, making the current deaths suspicious.
Although it was hard, Danny began to do his work, he noticed the misinterpretation that people had of death, and how those who were at the end of their lifetime understood it better. When he went to visit one of the dimensions that had recently gone through a war, he was captured.
An old wizard had discovered that he could trap death and prevent it from spreading. He caught the King and demanded that he return the soul of his son, he also demanded him to go away and take no one else with it.
Danny refused, those souls needed to rest, and the other personifications of death could do his work in the other dimensions but since they knew that he would take care of DC dimension problem, he was worried that he had stopped the cycle of life by accident on the dimension.
The Justice League were undecided on how to proceed, wasn't the lack of death good?, but after John Constantine took them to the hospital with all the injured begging to rest in peace they understood, although Batman seemed reluctant to help, Robin's recent death was probably still affecting him.
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A Martyr From the Ashes
For everyone in the fandom saying saying that Danny thinks Martian ManHunter is cooler than Superman, we don't really see it all that much in writing.
I'mma try and fix that...
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The Martian Book of Legends held the heroic tale of Saint Da'han'yul Fen'tuun of Mars, a sickly albino priest of a small town that held marriages, sermons regarding life and how it should be enriched and lived to its fullest, and specialized in funerals that used cremations with fire, a feat thought to be physically impossible by the masses. As people saw him look into the flames without fear while others cowered, rumors spread that the young man was blessed by H'ronmeer himself, the Martian God of Fire, Life, and Death.
People spoke about how Da'han'yul turned down all attempts at courtship, for he had decided to dedicate his life to bring light in the darkest times to all lives in the name of his God. He was a thing of beauty with a gentle soul and shy demeanor, even the Red and Green skinned who had still held a firm belief on the caste system could not deny his charm. How the terminally ill Martian carried on his mission with a smile, nobody knew.
However, tragedy struck on the day that should have spelled the beginning of the end for the Martian people. A parasitic species had invaded the Martian Homeworld and was causing untold havoc. As civilians fled from the threat and prepared a counter offensive, it was Da'han'yul Fen'tuun who charged into the danger headfirst to save his people from becoming prey.
As others pleaded for him to run away, in a great bright flash of light, a gigantic Martian loomed over the enemy emerged where the ill Martian stood, coated in flames in a form they've never seen before with a halo and body that burned a haunting green.
The deafening silence still held as the enormous creature brought a massive fist on the giant pale walker that was destroying homes. A wave of its hand sent a wall of green flames raced towards the foot soldiers, reducing them to ash while his people and buildings were not harmed in any form without an ounce fear of these fires the creature used to purge the enemy. Within the hour, the threat had been neutralized and peace was brought back to the red planet.
As the Martian people looked to the titan, they knew. H'ronmeer's had chosen his most loyal servant, Da'han'yul, as the avatar of his wrath to smite those who would bring his people harm. The people hugged and wept tears of joy and cheered for the priest and H'ronmeer for saving them, but the tears soon became tears of sorrow.
The giant groaned in pain as he fell on one knee as it began to crumble into ash before the people's very eyes. Like a flame, Da'han'yul Fen'tuun had burned his brightest when life needed him most, and now death called to him as it slowly extinguished it to give him peace. With a final message, he pleaded to his people to come together as one and to not see one another as lesser or greater than, but as equals who can help one another in the darkest of times and the hardships yet to come. With his final moments gone, a final telepathic embrace was given to all before he fell silent for the last time.
The massive pile of ash that were his remains was brought back to his little village and made into a beautiful garden of ash in the temple where the newly titled Saint made his home in, where it would be made a holy site that many would come to give their thanks and pay their respects for H'ronmeer' and his champion alike.
And for centuries, peace was held before it was shattered by Ma'alefa'ak, who unleashed the Fire Plague to take vengeance on his people for his inability to experience the psionic way of life that was the norm. His smile as his people screamed in anguish was knocked off his face in the most literal of terms when a Martian struck him down and had him by the throat.
A Martian with eyes burning in anger as Ma'alefa'ak failed to break free and was being beaten severely for his crimes against the people of Mars. A Martian made entirely up of ash and green embers.
Saint Da'han'yul Fen'tuun had returned, if only for a moment longer. And he was not happy.
Quickly, one by one across the planet, the martians set ablaze burned a gentle green that healed them. In this miraculous act of divine intervention, not a single Martian had lost their life. Most were now unconscious with labored breathing being heard.
J'onn watched on as his brother screamed in agony as his body burst into green flames as a pool of ash began to swallow his brother whole. Before disappearing entirely, Da'han'yul told him the punishment his brother would be facing.
"Ma'alefa'ak's psionic abilities have been awoken. He will be sentenced to become a living flame until he has lived the collective life span of all that he has tried to extinguish."
J'onn was too stunned to speak. With how long a Martian can live, it was the equivalent of telling him his brother would be suffering for an eternity. It seemed unethical, but he knew his brother had dug his own grave the moment he saw the reanimated remains of Da'han'yul Fen'tuun's ashes take swift action.
"Everything will be ok now, J'onn. Go to your family and tend to them.
"Da'han'yul...Thank you. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you when you were still alive." J'onn solemnly uttered as he looked to the ground, unable to look at his deceased youngest brother.
"Nonsense J'onn, it's not your fault...The caste system...it–"
"I could've done more! Instead I saved myself instead of being there when my brothers needed me most!"
"J'onn...you were just a child."
"It makes none of it right!"
He was right in that aspect, but it still didn't feel right. Ma'alefa'ak' was ostracized by society, was treated like a freak of nature for lack of natural gifts and he wanted to burn society to the ground in the most literal of terms because of it.
While Da'han'yul, the forgotten youngest brother, was treated horribly for being albino and treated cruelly. He contracted a deadly disease when he separated himself from the family to live in isolation with other albinos that made him sickly and cut his life expectancy down severely. Knowing what befell him, seeing him struggle to move and hold down food at times while J'onn and their parents did nothing.
These tumultuous emotions sat in J'onn for so long. The way he wanted to go and help them both, but the fear of association and social punishment for merely being seen with his brothers made him cry when he younger for being so weak willed. It wasn't until their parents bragged about the sacrifice their forgotten child had made, the sone they purposely scorned made him snap.
"J'onn, promise to keep my message alive for me. Help our people become whole again."
"Of course, brother." Is what J'onn tells him as he watches his little brother vanish again for a third and final time.
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rumble-bee-art · 2 years
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Lan Wangji heard Beyoncé sing “If you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it” and took it to heart
Local deity Yiling Laozu was not prepared for such a short engagement💀
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danthropologie · 2 months
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Lisa Marie Basile, Andalucía
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altargarden · 11 months
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finding comfort in deities outside your usual pantheon isn't a bad thing. you don't have to fit in a neat, little, easily-identifiable box.
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cxlandine · 2 months
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the wind is cold and that is why for each other we light the campfire is beautiful.
and it has to be said that lucy was a frost genasi. it's a homebrew race, but logically it would make sense for her to be vulnerable to fire damage. lighting a campfire to melt away the cold could kill her - and i think it's very telling that she specified that we light the bonfires for each other. the rest of her party needed protection from the cold and she was the cold, maybe.
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khaire-traveler · 10 months
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You are worthy of the care and love of the gods.
You are worthy of the care and love of the gods.
You are worthy of the care and love of the gods.
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hermes of the airport. hermes of the red-eye flight. hermes of the coffee sipped so quick that it burns your tongue, of the energy drink downed at the gate. hermes of the rattling suitcase wheels as you rush to catch a flight and the heady rush when you just barely make it.
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thepenultimateword · 8 months
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Prompt #226
“Sooo…” The deity tapped their fingers uncomfortably on the arm of their chaise lounge. “Do you want…cheese?”
The sacrifice raised both brows. “Cheese?”
“I don’t really know what mortals like. I personally don’t eat, but the acolytes keep a refrigerator in the lower quarters of the temple and I’ve overheard once or twice they keep cheese there.”
“I’ve been abducted, held prisoner, and served to you on a silver platter, and you’re just going to feed me?”
The deity shrugged helplessly. “Well, I’m not sure what else they expect me to do with you.”
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picklesinabottle · 3 months
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I mean if my best friend was super stressed and might fail school because her goddess might die from only having two followers, I'd start following the goddess
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tami-ko-bunny · 6 days
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I saw that you love Malon and Time and are looking for drawing requests... Might sound a little silly, but Malon holding and talking to the Fierce Deity Mask? Gotta love a very confused Time. Love your art!!!
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TY FOR THE COMPLIMENT MEHEHEHEHEH
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utilitycaster · 5 months
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Genuinely very funny to me that Fearne rocks up to gods and is like "what up bitch" and gets immediate answers that she proceeds to fully dismiss as natural phenomena.
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moonsick-lovelight · 5 months
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me praying to Apollo bc i have the slightest fever ever
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