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luke-o-lophus · 2 years
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You know what? I love that Marc didn't immediately jump off the ship and run after Steven when he fell. I love that we know Marc walking into potentially being a sandstone statue forever was a conscious decision. I love that Marc saw what happened to Steven when he fell, and still chose to go. That he made that decision after Taweret's warnings. I love that it wasn't a split second panicked impulse.
So many of Marc's decisions in life were under pressure, stress, manipulation. But here, in this moment, he was peaceful. He had all the calm he could dream of in the field of reeds, and he chose to go after Steven. He made a decision by himself, for himself.
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deitiesofduat · 11 months
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Hi all! So uhhhhh I used Mermay to explore Sobek's more hybrid features in DEITIESProject >>
This form is something that Sobek -- and most deities -- can canonly take with transformation magic, it fall under the category of hybrid features. Though I'm not sure whether this makes him look more like a "merfolk" or a "centaur" (or both? both ✨).
That said, I feel like every time I draw a crocodilian I have to relearn it all over again, esp. their body markings and scales/scutes -- it's fun, just never very consistent. But I've learned a few new tricks to get Sobek's croc form closer to that "semi-realistic but still stylized/cartoony" look I'm aiming for.
Also! I traded his usual feathered headdress for the horned variant -- originally for the sake of reducing negative space and cropping, but I actually like this look on him too!
DEITIES Website: deitiesproject.com
Sobek’s Profile: deitiesproject.com/portfolio/sobek
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blackrainbowblade · 7 months
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Osiris, from the tomb of King Horemheb
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briefbestiary · 2 months
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The Devourer of the Dead. She who sits idly near the scales, waiting until truth finds a heavy heart for her maw.
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stygianoaths · 1 year
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Luke Castellan and his team of godkillers but they don't kill with weapons stained with ichor, but with the illusive Mist that warps the mind of mortals so easily, it shakes their faith.
In eons past, these mortals revered the Olympians with offerings and prayers daily, told their stories that inspired fear and awe all the same. It was something the pantheon had gotten hooked on, something more addicting than the ambrosia and nectar the texts had waxed poetry over. And the council of twelve did their damn best to keep it around. After all, there was no other high out there that can compare to the feeling of being in control, of being powerful.
But like any high, it wears off, sooner or later.
So that's exactly what happens.
Alabaster C. Torrington, with the help of Dr. Claymore, "discovers" new texts that discuss Greek gods that have never been heard of before; gods who are kinder, wiser, more trustworthy, than the ones everyone has come to know in this era.
It's interesting, how the origins of these gods and their lives seem to have no relevance or connection to the other pantheon and its history. No Titanomachy or Gigantomachy to speak of. There are a few parallels, but they are pleasant, like the love stories of Dionysus and Ariadne or Pygmalion and Galatea. Otherwise, it's like an alternate timeline of its own, where every god present is named a god for a reason.
It's fake.
But the mortals don't need to know that. For what's false, if persisted in, would become true anyways. Furthermore, it isn't like a new pantheon will harm any of them. The lucky ones with clear sight may win the heart of a deity who would actually see them beyond their fleeting mortality, who would care for them.
It takes a while, though, for the mortals to adjust to this suddenly newfound information. They are stubborn creatures, Luke knows, who tend to fear the unknown and new. Yet the youth crave it like bears after a beehive laden with honey. With time, they'll come around, he knows. Maybe he might not be there to see if the plans work out for himself, but someone would, and that's all that matters to him. He just needed to be the one to start the movement.
Luckily for him, he doesn't have to wait too long.
The faith spreads through idealized modernized takes on the mythology, as silly as it sounds. It's very of the era, isn't it? Books are being published on these gods who endure hardships and come out irrevocably changed but for the better. Ethan flips through one by an author under the pen name S.J and devours it in three hours. It reads nicely and he wonders when he'll get a chance to meet the main character of the story, and ask her if the myth holds true. It is, obviously, but it's different hearing it from a god. The fanfictions are even better, but Lou Ellen Blackstone gets drowned out by Alabaster's "lalalalala" before she can start talking about the recent one that was updated a few hours ago. Eh, so what if it's a little spicy?
Nonetheless, the new band of believers grows, and it's like a sucker punch to the gut for the Greek pantheon.
Apollo comes to camp and drops to his knees before his own cabin, surprising the campers. He looks terrible. Dionysus had already looked miserable, but the children attributed that to his sour personality. And, as usual, no one noticed the girl by the hearth who had disappeared weeks ago. But Apollo, golden boy Apollo, well, he has eyes that are sunken and sickly yellow, matted hair, muscles shrunk, and hands that shake as if they are beyond his control.
"They're killing us," he whispers to Lee Fletcher, "all of us."
"What do you want us to do?" Lee asks. Apollo coughs into his fist and looks down to see a smear of gold staining it.
A nosebleed. Gods don't get nosebleeds.
His children, gods bless them, are trying to heal him, but to no avail. It's kind of funny, how on any other occasion, such an act would have been annoying. If the solution was to simply heal, don't you think he would have tried that? But, weak as he was, he felt touched. Loved, even.
But love wasn't always enough to save another. He, of all gods, should know that.
"Can you write?" he asks. Lee scratches his head.
"Write?"
"Stories. Poems. Songs. Anything."
"Um, no, not really. Dyslexia kicks my ass, and you know archery is more my thing. But Will does sometimes. Healing is his forte, but I always see him writing something in a notebook, though that could just be medical notes, now that I think about it-"
Apollo disregards that last part and begs Will Solace to take up the pen and fight back. It's their last hope. If nothing is done, this camp and its children will become all that is left of the Greek Pantheon, for textbooks and website links are not enough to keep the faith going, especially if left to collect dust or rot in an archive.
"Write us new myths. Stories that can happen now, that we can make happen. Redeem us, so that we can live. We'll do it. We'll do any of it," Apollo begs.
"Anything?" Will asks. Apollo nods.
"Anything."
The Fates looked at each other from above. How time has changed. In the past, battles were fought with swords. Now, they had to be fought with words.
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tenicola · 1 year
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Part 2/2 of the DEITIES Profiles I completed for this year's OC_tober run /o/ All of them can be viewed in the #DEITIES Profiles tag of the project blog to see additional artwork and notes, here’s the last 10 for convenience:
DEITIES Profiles: Serqet / Sobek / Wepwawet / Montu / Shezmu / Pakhet / Anuket / Yamm / Thoth / Ra
DEITIES x OC_TOBER ➝ Full Character Lineup PREV ➝ [ PART I (01-10) ]
DEITIES Website >> https://deitiesproject.com/
[ Twitter / Instagram / Artfol / Carrd / Ko-Fi ]
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khonshuscondemned · 2 years
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it’s steven who finds him out, at half three in the morning.
the thing is, jake is really good at talking marc and steven down from panic attacks, but he never quite figured out how to do it on his own, for himself. (it’s rare he gets worked up enough to have a full blown attack, anyways) so when he gets home to the apartment and the door closes behind him before he can flip on the light switch it hits like a tsunami wave he never saw coming. the heavy wood of the front door is pressed against his back and his eyes are wide and unblinking in the enveloping darkness- his lungs freeze up and his heart starts pounding out a great and terrible drumbeat against his chest and his vision begins to tunnel and darken around the edges it only serves to send him spiralling deeper. he squeezes his eyes shut, he tries to focus on counting out his breaths- he fights for the control slipping through his fingers like sun-scorched sand-
‘Oh wow-‘ says a voice, steven’s voice, and jake flinches, eyes snapping open. ‘You.. you must be the other one. I- oh wow, I’m- my name’s Steven-‘
He’s… in the middle of a panic attack, and steven grant is.. introducing himself ?
‘Marc said.. he said there might be another-‘ steven’s voice trails off as jake attempts to pull a rattling rasp through his teeth as he fights the black spots in his vision. (he may actually not survive this one, he thinks bitterly to himself)
Except, the next time Steven speaks, it’s much closer to where Jake has slid to kneel on the floor, hands pressed to his chest. ‘Hey, mate, you all right? No offence, but you don’t look too hot.’
His next inhale is stuttered around an unexpected huff of laughter. Without thinking, he shakes his head, unable to form enough coherent words to string together in a sentence that makes sense. ‘Don’t … like..,’ he grunts, and shakes his head again, ‘it’s- dark. It’s too dark- no puedo ver-‘
he can barely make out the way steven’s head tilts to the side, too distracted by the way his lungs are screaming for air and his head spins. his eyes slip closed once more and he desperately tries to convince himself that that’s the reason it’s so dark, cos his eyes are just closed-
-that he’s not in a coffin, a casket, a sarcophagus to be buried beneath the earth and forgotten, left behind-
‘Too- too dark?’ steven parrots, seeming confused for just a moment before there’s a sort of tugging sensation way back behind their eyes and Jake’s hand moves as though controlled by puppet strings, reaching upwards and to the right-
His fingers brush a light switch and it’s like his brain comes back online. He flips the switch and electricity buzzes as the apartment is no longer pitch black. his lungs expand almost to capacity as his chest heaves, inhaling greedily.
Steven is looking at him from the mirror beside the door, hair tousled from sleep, eyes bright. When he notices jake returning his gaze, he gives a little wave. ‘I don’t much fancy the dark myself,’ he says, explaining, ‘i always trip or stub my toe when i can’t see where I’m going.’
I know, jake wants to say.
‘But! That’s what night lights were invented for. I know i have some extras stored away somewhere..’ steven taps his lower lip in thought. ‘I’ll find them, and keep one on by the door for you, yeah?’
Jake swallows, still rubbing at the leftover anxious ache in his chest, but then he smiles softly and nods. ‘That.. would be nice.’
‘Excellent,’ steven responds, and he’s nodding, too, around a muffled yawn. ‘Then that’s tomorrows plans sorted.’
‘Thank you, steven.’
The gift-shopist looks slightly surprised by his gratitude, as though he hadn’t been expecting it, but his smile grows wider and he shrugs it off. ‘Ah, shucks, mate.’ he says, and then brightens once more. ‘Oh, right- what’s your name, by the way?’
‘Jake,’ jake replies, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s wondering if maybe this is all just a dream. ‘Jake Lockley.’
‘Well, Jake Lockley, it’s a pleasure to have made your acquaintance. Marc’s gonna be so jealous I got to talk to you first!’
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1-800-daylon · 4 months
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the setting she's from is high violence, so she goes from 0 to 100 pretty immediately.
just dumb OC things
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samuelacher · 1 year
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Ra in his night form, Ba of the Creator. Tomb of Ramesses II in Serapeum of Saqqara — Louvre Museum in Paris (E80).
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tomhardystitties · 2 years
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Yes, there are 2 goldfishes. But have you noticed the boat in the sand?? it's Taweret's boat from the Duat!!
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savage-rhi · 5 months
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Brisk Harpy: a courier organization dedicated to helping colonies out West primarily in areas where the UCA/Chiral Network can't reach. Gene Dawkins took up work at Brisk Harpy following her departure from Middle Knot City.
DUAT: A team of 6 individuals recruited by an offbranch of the UCA to allegedly assist with research pertaining to BTs and Beaches. Rumor has it the 6 are embued with special abilities and powers that give them domain over entities...Of course, that's hearsay. There may also be a 7th member but nothing substantial evidence wise as come forward.
**my new Death Stranding fanfic isn't coming out for a while, but I felt like making logos for two organizations that'll be featured. If you've read Sky of Atoms, Brisk Harpy should be familiar. DUAT though, is something new 👀
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nonbinaryyugimuto · 1 year
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realizing atem was turned away from continuing his shadow penalty games because he realized they were derived from the evil power of the millenium puzzle is making me think. a lot. about how he wasn't allowed to depict grief over realizing his own family and most of his court used the same evil power of ALL the millenium items against Kul Elna.
like :/
this is a young man that paints himself as a beacon of righteousness because he is so entrenched in his fear of being guilty of being an evil spirit and king. so much so it spans beyond his amnesia. and then bakura, who up until that point he considered nothing more than a demon, makes him face TKB who is a victim of his village's vengeance and Zorc's manipulation.
what was going through his mind, having to defeat the victim of the evil of the millenium items that was now seeking to use them to raise darkness itself? i think he should've been allowed a moment to break, to come to terms with the reality that his father may not have been the righteous ruler he modeled in his mind, to apologize to TKB even if futile and think about how there are wrongs that can't be righted. to mourn.
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deitiesofduat · 10 months
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...I keep wanting to wait and gather a photoset to accompany this random off-model doodle of Set that I've been sitting on, but… ah well, here he is for the dashboard. I haven't quite forgotten how to draw him yet lmao
Also for anyone who missed it, the DEITIES Site has a new Changes & Improvements page now, with more to come gradually -- details in this earlier update!
DEITIES Website: deitiesproject.com
Set's Profile: deitiesproject.com/portfolio/set
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blackrainbowblade · 5 months
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The enigmatic books of the Underworld
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richardmurrayhumblr · 10 months
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Title: Osiris who rules in the great Duat Artist: 0ne0nlylarry larry Springfield https://www.deviantart.com/0ne0nlylarry/art/Osiris-who-rules-in-the-great-Duat-918901137
#rmaalbc #artist #0ne0nlylarry
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poimandresnous · 7 months
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Poimandres Dialogue & PGM XVIIb. 1-23
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Interesting parallel here, as Hermes Trismégistōs is being taught by Poimandres the elements and the “unreasoning” creatures that spring forth from said elements and in PGM XVIIb which appears to be a simple theurgic hymn to Hermes. In line 15 it states: “You lord it o’er the Elements: fire, air, water and earth.”
Here is the whole hymn as follows:
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This hymn just seems very similar to CH I. 5 and 11. In paragraph 5 of the Corpus Hermeticum, Hermes Trismégistōs learns of “The fire that was nimble and piercing and active as well…” and the rest of elements that are “stirred to hear by the spiritual word (Logos) that moved upon them.” And in paragraph 11 he learns of the elements air, earth and water and the unreasoning creatures that spring forth from said elements.
What’s interesting is my equation of Hermes as the spiritual word. The divine Logos. Is this Hermes Trismégistōs being taught by Poimandres the nature of Hermes, the Olympian, as Logos and his role in Hermetic creation? Seems like an argument could be made for this. What’s tricky though is who Hermes Trismégistōs is. Cause at times, to me at least, He is Hermes the Olympian and Thoth syncretized, other times he is a divine prophet, but a man no less.
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Thoth is also equated in my head canon as the divine Logos, but the name of which god is the Logos of the Poimandres dialogue is not what is important I think. For in both mythologies: Hermes the Olympian is a brandisher of speech, gifting said speech to we mortals and to Pandora, and Thoth is the creator of the hieroglyphs, recorder of all names who enter the Du’at. So, they can both be the Logos, as described in the Poimandres dialogue, i.e. CH I.
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Not really sure where this is going, other than just making an interesting parallel to Hermetic “philosophy” and more practical Hermetic “magic/theurgy”. Anyways —Khaire Hermes!
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