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pixelrhys · 5 months
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Yeah no, he's not fighting that thing.
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mdzs-trash · 1 month
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I hope you guys like him, I spent so much time on these oml 💀
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keeper-of-magic · 2 months
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man, i love you, eldritch horrors shown in low resolution games by having photorealistic bodies, and/or censored parts.
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well shit man, that sure is an eldritch horror!
(i could only know two examples, feel free to add your own!)
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bakedgatorade · 5 months
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I LOVE YOU XEROC!!!!!
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yuri678 · 24 days
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*throws the rod of harmony at you throws the rod of harmony at you throws the rod of harmony at you throws the rod of harmony at you*
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luckthebard · 2 years
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Looking at the conversations currently happening with regard to the gods of Exandria post Calamity episode 1, I think some people are having trouble with the fact that "the Prime deities are not always Nice and might actually also be a little at fault for the destruction here" does not have to be accompanied by "the Betrayers had a point, actually."
Asmodeus was almost certainly manipulating Zerxus in that dream. But the idea of the Dawnfather as frightening and without pity also aligns with how we know the Prime deities can act. The Betrayers can be Evil and the Primes can be merciless. Both can be true.
And to a certain extent, we already know this, at least a little bit, from the end of campaign 2. Vespin Chloras may have started the Calamity by unleashing the Betrayers, but the hubris of mages also angered the Prime deities. In fact we know that striking Aeor out of the sky for their arrogance in creating weapons intended to kill gods was something the Betrayers and the Primes agreed on and teamed up to do. It was the one thing they made a truce to accomplish in the middle of the Calamity.
Wizard hubris started the Calamity, but not just from one side. The Prime deities are often wrathful gods, and the release of the Betrayers triggered that wrath.
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tiso-heart · 4 months
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kaleidoscope-2 · 24 days
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Really in the throughs of detailing now, it's quite the bizarre design so I've not had to detail anything like it before, outside of a visible spine from a skeleton I drew for dnd
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plasmaspade · 3 months
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Nameless Deity (for Pixel Day on Newgrounds)
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I wanna get back into Terraria now...
Link to Newgrounds post:
https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/plasmaspade/nameless-deity-pixel-day
Nameless Deity from Wrath of the Gods Terraria mod.
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nedayisonline · 4 months
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some last minute sketches ive done today
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nonexistent-tales · 12 days
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I FUCKING LOVE TWISTED GARDEN BY ENNWAY ft. HEART PLUS UP! THEME OF THE NAMELESS DEITY OF LIGHT FROM THE WRATH OF THE GODS ADD-ON FOR THE CALAMITY MOD OF TERRARIA
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went insane when this full ver released a few weeks ago but I wasn't active on tumblr then
PLEASE LISTEN TO IT I NEED MORE PEOPLE TO SEE IT
also the visuals on this video, healthy23 did not need to go that hard for a mod for a mod of a silly 2dpixel game
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lettersfromgod · 4 months
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"Therefore, thus says The Lord God: Behold the generation of My wrath! Look upon this great multitude of wicked and deceived peoples; look deep into this darkness! Take a lantern and search, go from house to house, and see if there is one who remembers The Way! See if there are any who know Me, if there is one who embraces Me as I truly am! And yet the people say, “Where has all this darkness come from, and for what cause has all this violence come upon us? For what reason is all this devastation come upon us?!” Is this not the Day which was spoken of? Says The Lord. Is this not the Day prophesied throughout the generations, even from the beginning, that it should come? Is this not the Day of Clouds and Thick Darkness?! For I tell you the truth, it has come, all have entered in!"
📖 Excerpt from "The Generation of Wrath": https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/The_Generation_of_Wrath
▶ Video (excerpt with music): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_OUtLucDLQ&list=PLSVchFJ22QYKZW4CHtZ43YBxdHUTgS9rv&index=8
▶ Five Part Video Series (with voice over): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-ZnErbsSwQ&list=PL6D1BC949E9840878&index=14
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essektheylyss · 1 year
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Listen. Listen. I know I have not shut up about this. And "trying to kill the gods and kickstart an apocalypse"? Definitely top of the list as far as evil actions on Ludinus's part.
HOWEVER, knowing how D&D works, and that, chances are, they will avert the apocalypse, I really cannot get over the absolute depravity of doing something so batshit insane and horrible that virtually everyone among the brightest minds of this age in Exandria is forced to give up their plans for this not-even once in a lifetime event—possibly great workings, incredible arcane progress, developments for the goodwill of mortalkind—to go try to stop this bastard elf from ending the world.
This asshole has had like five of these already, and he is so single-mindedly pursuing a corrupted concept of liberation that he has called down the wrath and duty of what is probably the most concentrated compilation of great minds across the world, just to stop him from literally destroying the planet.
At the same time, I do compare this to the onset of the Calamity, which had a similar effect, but no one at the time even knew to worry. At least now Exandria has actually learned enough to have this massive pushback from so many quarters.
But goddamn, the fact that that's even necessary? Absolute fucking evil.
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galakaz · 4 months
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The wrath of the gods mod addon for calamity going straight to Noxus and Xeroc without ever dealing with Yharim is funny to me
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crimson-kisses · 4 months
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Yandere Allies and Axis with a nymph darling that doesn't wanna be with them. Because anyone that the Gods have been with that isn't a God as well has ended in tragedy, something the darling is trying their absolute best to avoid so they don't meet an early demise. So as soon as the darling has found out that they are the Apple to not only one but multiple gods eyes, they ghosted all them. It was like they never existed. However the darling's sisters does know where she's hiding...........
Do what you will with this. ( Gods AU )
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Ah yes, my long forgotten abandoned au ;-; I tried to keep this rather simple and short! I like the tragic undertones this ask has 🐝✨
Warning: contains usual yandere themes, toxic relationships and violence.
Fleeting wings
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The evidence of it all remained etched on the walls, arts hidden in cave paintings and harsh whispered tales in the dark recounting and retelling the warnings.
The beings were aware of the tragic history that had occurred and unfolded before them, most carried the resilience of their broken ancestors, determined to survive against all odds.
Your mother had been one of them, a being born from the marrows of nature itself, she reminded you of the unfortunate women who gripped the hearts of the deities’ only to end up in a tragedy that wrote the end of them.
And so, you had always threaded carefully when it came to love- the most powerful, corrupted thing which once shattered entire worlds.
It was a solemn warning, when an old cherry tree, rooted atop the ancient mountains had beckoned you closer with it’s thorny branches, entangling in your dress. Hundreds of whispers echoed in your mind as it told you of the events that were bound to repeat if the deities’ so willed if they didn’t get their hands on their beloved sooner.
Their beloved being a lovely maiden, born from the very essence of untamed nature.
That maiden was you, a nymph.
After realizing the horrifying fate that could befall after their corrupted sense of love poisoned their divinity, the only thing that could help you or even delay the horrifying outcome was for you to conceal yourself into the depth of the fragile earth.
Following the long faded away paths of your ancestors, deep down into the abyssal caverns, you had found solace and refuge.
Months had passed, when not even the sunlight had the privilege of kissing your skin with its warm rays, and the wind had to squeeze in through the cracks as you lay in a slumber with the nature curling itself around you, moss covering your entirety and roots cradling your body as a womb of a woman protecting a child.
Unbeknownst to you, the world shifted and groaned, while the winds howled relentlessly and clouds descended, unleashing a torrent of icy hailstones upon the land.
On what appeared to be a tranquil morning, the deities withdrew their feeble mercy and fragile loyalty.
A gentle curl of foam unfurled, its seams unraveling, and soon it overflowed, submerging the islands under its weight.
Inhabitants desperately sought higher ground, mothers cradling their sobbing infants, sons and daughters salvaging remnants of their homes, and fathers striving to protect and guide their loved ones to safety, though their efforts seemed futile.
Sooner or later, things turned sour.
A foreboding realization gripped the hearts of some, understanding that this calamity would escalate to an unimaginable extent. The echoes of their ancestors' experiences were about to resurface, and no one possessed the strength to appease the ferocity of the deities' unleashed wrath. The very structure of the worlds trembled under the weight of their fury, threatening to shatter the boundaries that held everything together.
With a mere curl of their fingers, the sisters, torn from their deeply rooted abodes, were forcefully brought before the imposing throne of the deities. None dared to defy their commands, for chaos ravaged the worlds, teetering on the brink of unleashing something tremendous and catastrophic.
"Speak, for we demand your answers,"
A deep grumble reverberates through the chamber, while gentle droplets of dew caress the roots of the sisters, nurturing their well-being. The deity presiding over the fourteen oceans, the overseer of every movement of the water, fixes them with a stern gaze, awaiting their response.
"We shall not forsake our inherent nature, our lineage, or the vows we have made. Do as you will to punish us, but we implore you, if your divinity is true, grant us mercy," the sisters speak with unwavering determination, remaining steadfast in their convictions.
A heavy silence descends upon the room, mirroring the intense tension and seething wrath that soak through the atmosphere. The skies above darken, as if reflecting the turmoil reaching its breaking point.
A mirror materializes, its surface transforming into a silver portal that shimmers with an ethereal glow. As the portal opens, writhing green flames dance and flicker within, creating a mesmerizing spiral that beckons with an otherworldly allure.
"We shall bestow mercy!" a smooth voice exclaims, resonating with an uncanny clarity.
Chaotic visions envelop the room, casting a hazy, disorienting hue that distorts reality. Horrifying and incomprehensible images swirl around the sisters, accompanied by series of unsettling sounds.
The deity, his figure is surrounded by the flickering green flames, same glow as his eyes, the flames unleash a thunderous roar filled with hunger and echoes the agonized screams of the unfortunate. The atmosphere becomes suffused with terror and despair.
But of course, he wasn’t the only visitor.
Suddenly, amidst the shadows shrouding the room, another dreadful figure emerges, emanating an oppressive presence that drains the very essence of the sisters.
Overwhelmed by the malevolent presences, the sisters stagger, their bodies weakened, as if being crushed beneath an invisible force. They feel trapped, as if buried deep within the earth itself.
The terrifying figure wears skeletal armor that glistens ominously in the sunlight, exuding an aura of darkness and ink-like malevolence. Burning red eyes and searing green eyes fix upon the sisters, both feigning interest while concealing a deep-seated disdain.
"Death is often the pathway towards mercy," the other figure declares, his voice laced with a chilling resonance.
"And even after that, mercy is not always guaranteed in my domain".
The sisters huddle closer together, their trembling bodies consumed by an overwhelming fear that courses through their veins.
A brief moment passes, air heavy with anticipation.
The figure of the deity of Wisdom and Wealth rises from his throne, moving with a measured calmness toward the center of the room, standing before the sisters.
He offers a gentle smile, though it fails to reach his vacant eyes. Slowly, he begins to speak in a voice dripping with honeyed richness.
"Our mercy shall be our forgiveness", he utters, each word laced with authority and concealed threat.
"Speak, unless you wish to endure eternal suffering. Your loyalty is admirable but misguided in the eyes of us deities. Do not test our patience, for our wrath knows no bounds."
No other deity stirs or makes any demands. The room is enveloped in an eerie stillness, as if time itself has come to a stop, casting a frozen stupor over the surroundings.
Silence reigns supreme, leaving everyone in a suspended state of uncertainty.
The sisters gasp for breath, their chests heaving with fear. Is this their end?
Will they suffer mercilessly and face a fate devoid of peace, even after death?
Uncertainty grips their hearts, as they ponder the grim fate that looms before them.
The silence is soon broken, when the king of the deities gives off an amused smile, sky eyes glinting with a newfound excitement.
𖣊𖡛𖣥𖡗𑗋𖣙𖥟𖢅𖢌𖥠
You supposed the elderly forces had exerted all they could, using their waning strength to shield and protect you, but their ancient power could no longer unleash its full potential.
Within the depths of your enclosed casket, a steady flow of essence awakens you from your deep slumber. Weakened vines and branches still try to hold you protectively, cradling your form.
A towering figure, adorned in gleaming metallic armor and wielding mighty weapons, enters the cavern. With a single swipe of his resplendent sword, he shatters the feeble attempts of the cavern to shield you.
The deity of War and Vengeance.
His helmet conceals most of his visage, revealing only a pair of glowing violet eyes fixed upon your captivating figure. Swiftly, the deity tears away the remaining vines and branches, careful not to cause you harm.
You knew deep down that this moment was inevitable. The ancient times did not truly capture the full extent of reality. Those days were long gone, as the world order had changed since those bygone eras.
It was different now. Their attention, once scattered among their own darlings and the allure of their beautiful women, was solely focused on you. It wouldn't have taken much longer for them to claim their beloved treasure. The powers that had thrived in ancient times could not withstand their might, or perhaps they chose not to.
Above you, the air opened up like a celestial maw, its glimmering teeth of stars welcoming you to your tragic fate.
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tiso-heart · 4 months
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nameless and noxus as dragons! why? why not!
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