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cloudysunflowr · 17 days
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The Deity of the Ocean
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The deity of the ocean, liquids, rainbows, sea creatures, and eyes. He did not really have interactions with humans until meeting Aiden.
He’s very curious about mortals and their life, loves to learn and explore.
Wallys hair changes to any water he’s in, swamp hair, river water, so on! He can’t go on land in his deity form or he’ll flood the land. His hair is a constant water source.
Like any other deity he can be as big as the ocean or as small as a droplet. In his mortal form, he is og Wallys height with long hair that needs to be cut every once in a while.
In deity form, I like to draw him with at least 9 fish as a nod to the neighbors ^^ The eye next to his actual eye moves! He can look around with it! So his eyes are never really closed 👁👁. He does not become enraged often. For the most part, he’s rather relaxed.
He calls upon you with a sirens call or the sound of the ocean beckoning your name or the ocean wind.
His favorite things are apples (of course), wooden statues, handmade items overall really, and coral
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k1ngdom-of-thieves · 6 months
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Ok here's the request, how would Deity! Jamil, Leona, and Malleus discovered their temple was attacked and destroyed leaving the reader a priest or acolyte the only survivor. And they had to fend for themselves. At some point, they return and rebuild the temple, then train the new people how to protect themselves. I hope this isn't too complex.
Thank you so much for waiting, I feel terrible for making you wait so long. I hope you still enjoy this :)
Deity!Jamil, Leona, Malleus + Watching their sole acolyte rebuild their temples!
Jamil Viper
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Jamil was deeply enraged by the fact his temples were demolished, that his followers were slaughtered, and that his image was made a mockery of. That instead of simply dismissing his work, -which would have still pissed him off, but significantly less so- those against him chose to go after the innocent followers needing a place to belong.
He watches as the sole survivor, his poor acolyte, run to safety amidst the chaos. At this rate, there was nothing that he could do other than bless them with his gift of knowledge and hope that they would one day return.
Those hopes rang true as he saw you return many months later; and not alone. You had come back with a handful of skilled followers willing to come rebuild what had been destroyed. In only a handful of weeks, plans to revive the temple were already on their way. He was quite proud to see you use his blessings in such a way.
For Jamil, he sees the idea of making physical appearances needless to his followers. They know he watches over them, and he’d rather not deal with the frighteningly high number of people that go mad after meeting a deity. But, since you showed such a striking display of loyalty to him, he is more willing to bend that rule and thank you “in person”. It was via a mirage but the point still stands.
“You have shown me that your piety is unwavering, and that you truly care for me as well as your fellow acolytes. For that you have my thanks and my offer to you: I will grant you any wish you have, you just have to say it. What do you have your heart set on?”
Leona Kingscholar
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Leona is also quite pissed at the destruction of his temple, but shifts his focus to the sole survivor: you. As long as he’s able to assist you to safety, he knows the fate of his religion rests in good hands.
While Leona would like you to eventually return, he’s not holding his breath. Considering what you witnessed and experienced, he’d be very surprised to see you stay in that part of the city.
So imagine the shock he had when you came back, not some three weeks later, ready to reclaim what was thought to have been lost. Proud doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels as he watches you bring people from all over to assist. Especially since he definitely isn’t the most beloved deity in the pantheon.
Of course, he’s not gonna let you go unrewarded. And don’t even think about telling him that “working for him is reward enough” shit. He’s been around humans for long enough to know that they love their silly little gifts and trinkets.
“You. Let me talk with you. What is it do you want me to give you? Power, money, fame? Don’t get all bashful now, you did something for me and I’m not gonna let that go unpaid.”
Malleus Draconia
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Malleus is completely heartbroken. For starters, his followers are very few and far between. So for them to be slaughtered to make a mockery of him shook him to his core. Was he angry? Yes of course, but he cared about the followers that he started to view as family more than anything else.
As he watched you flee to safety, he had convinced himself that you would never return to his temple. He didn’t blame you either. It was far too dangerous; his many enemies could be lurking anywhere.
When you do eventually return, whether it’s been days, weeks, months, or maybe even years, he greats you like you never left. With open arms and acceptance.
He works with you to rebuild the temple. Deities aren’t technically supposed interact directly with mortals, but it’s not a heavily enforced rule either. With his help, it’s restored to its former glory in a matter of days; alongside any additions you wanted to make.
“You came back to me. For that, you have my eternal gratitude. I will never forget your kindness, and swear that your actions will be rewarded handsomely.”
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danthropologie · 2 months
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Lisa Marie Basile, Andalucía
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sonicheroes · 10 months
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FINALLY DONE WITH THIS LINEUP!
Wanted to do a little update with all of the Deity AU designs in one picture but it took me months to complete and now I'm glad it's done.
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owl-bones · 3 days
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cult of the lamb-inspired deity au where Nightmare is sealed away and MC has to find his followers (Killer, Dust, Axe) to help free him after centuries of the balance being disrupted. Nightmare gives MC some of his strength to aid them (perhaps in the form of his circlet.....) so they're bonded a lil bit and oooohhh
maybe he was sealed away by Swap Dream (wanted more power), Swap Nightmare (was concerned about NM's ambition), and Dream (thought it was for the greater good)......
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“Bless me,” Usopp begs. All of him is shaking. His voice, his hands, his shoulders and all down his spine. He is a wretched thing, curled and contorted like a sun-starved plant, made weak and small. “Bless me with courage, bless me with bravery — please, I can’t, I can’t —“
“Usopp—“
“Take my fear!” It’s a wild cry, all airless desperation. It’s the wailing of a worshiper with nothing to cling to but their faith. “Make me brave, fix me, I can’t keep being useless like this please, Luffy, please!”
“Usopp!” Luffy wrestles himself out of Usopp’s grip and drops to his knees and bundles his friend into his arms, the whole miserable package of him. Usopp doesn’t want to uncurl, but Luffy is stronger, and forces him upright enough to tuck his wet face into Luffy’s chest. Usopp burrows there, still crying, still begging. Luffy smooshes Usopp against him tighter until he starts to quiet down, rocks him back and forth a little like Makino used to do for him when he was still young.
“Usopp is dumb,” Luffy says into his hair. “I can’t give him something he already has.”
Usopp jolts, tries to wrench himself out of Luffy’s grip. It doesn’t really work, because Luffy just stretches with him, but Usopp still pulls back enough to look at him with his face all wet and flushed and awful-looking. “Don’t laugh at me!” It might have been a shout if his voice hadn’t cracked halfway through. Instead it just sounds like a sob. “Not you, I can’t — not you, Luffy. Don’t you brush me off, not you — you picked me. You chose me and I can do it, I can, I can get stronger, I can be better I just need help, please help me please…”
Luffy pulls him close again, because he doesn’t want to look at Usopps crying face and listen to him saying dumb things about himself that don’t even make any sense. “I picked you,” he echoes, because that’s true even if everything else was wrong. “I picked you.”
And then, like it’s being torn out of him, like it’s got barbs ripping him to ribbons on the way out, Usopp chokes “You picked wrong.”
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Percabeth Gods Au:
Percabeth Gods au: After the war with Gaea the gods are angry at Percy and Annabeth because both Percy and Annabeth are mortals and have done things no god ever could: saved Olympus twice, went through Tartarus, held up the sky, ect..
The gods are jealous but they can't kill Percy or Annabeth. They've done too much for the demigods, the demigods have too much loyalty for Percy and Annabeth. Killing them would start another demigod uprising. Killing Percy and Annabeth could push a demigod become another Luke.
Even as Poseidon and Athena beg for their children's mortality, the majority of the Olympians agree on one thing: Percy and Annabeth cannot remain mortal, so they must become gods.
The gods are jealous and make Percy and Annabeth gods, so the Olympians can say that it was gods who achieved what Percy and Annabeth achieved not mortals.
Percy and Annabeth become the gods of quests and demigods. Their domains aren't separate they rule it together. The demigods build the first temples at Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter. Grover, Jason, Piper, Hazel, Frank, Leo, Nico, Rachel, Clarice, and Reyna write the PJO books and the HOO books to let the campers after them know who Percy and Annabeth really were.
Campers pray to them before and during their quests. Campers pray to them to help the demigods. Campers sacrifice blue foods to them. Percy and Annabeth protect the borders of the camps from what they can: humans, monsters, even some vengeful gods. They protect the demigods so that none of them die like Bianca or Beckendorf.
Idk this is just something I've been thinking about
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guardianofthedawn · 3 months
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Liu Kang: You need to apologise to the demigods, Shang Tsung.
Shang Tsung: Fine, but I must warn you that this might make me a nicer person, and that is not the person you fell in love with!
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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Cause like hear me out, this would go fantastic either way-
Deity Jade, where he was worshipped in the days of old. A deity of seafaring trade, merchants would pray at his shrine for successful business. He governed much respect in the olden days, as compared to the other sea deities, which have proven to be more… unpredictable,or the price of their service way too high.
Jade was reasonable. Although he never lets any debts go unpaid…
Alas, with all great reigns, time rules them all. Soon, his shrine crumbled to dust, only a weatherbeaten statue of him left, crooked on it’s throne.
He resigned himself to his fate at this point. What’s there to pretend otherwise? Mortals have outgrown the notion of worship, and business has boiled down to nothing but numbers and faceless capitalists behind glowing screens. Nothing like the days of old, the merry chatter of haggling, or the bright market places that dotted the harbour.
Heh, listen to him reminiscing the past… Not that anyone’s listening, of cause. The last of his worshippers died quite some time ago. There would be no one left to remember the sacred rites….
A dull thud,followed by the rustle of dried leaves, scattered across the ground.
A frown twisted his face, creases growing on his brow. Animals should know very well to keep away. Has he grown sloppy with the barriers?
A pair of eyes met his own. Eyes of wonder, and hope. Eyes glimmering with Life.
A Hand reached out slowly, fingertips dragging down his robes.
“What… what are you?”
A slow blink. His eyelids fluttered slightly, eyelashes delicate curtains on his pupils.
A.. a human.
Crouching down, he peers at the newcomer. Odd clothes… the style of the current times, perhaps. He reaches out, palm pressing into the side of the human’s face. Thumb rubbing reassuring circles into their cheek.
Eyes of ebony and ember stare into this human.
Looks like he’ll be remembered, after all.
“What am I, Young one? Well, I’m a Deity. Jade Leech. Pleasure to meet you.”
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cloudysunflowr · 3 months
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First Interaction
Uh… sir, you’re about to get stabbed—
Anywho~
Aiden and Wally’s first meeting was interesting to say the least LMAO
Aiden does not appreciate intruders
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radicallxser · 1 month
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Dance with the Divine.
The night air crashes in waves, brushing their hair out of their face. Their robes swirl around them, caught in the dance and the wind and the crowd. The waves churn below, joining the celebration.
The music swells and they're spun into the arms of yet another, laughing as they fall back into step with the stranger.
Tonight is the first of the Tide Festival, a celebration for the gods, specifically the God of Lies and the God of Truth. It consists mostly of locals, the few sailors stopping in port for a rest.
The song comes to an end, and the crowd begins to separate. Most head for the taverns, the others either hang around the stall or continue dancing to the music.
A group of young men and women about their age gather, whispering about new faces and giggling and teasing each other. A boy they're sure they've never seen before loops his arm with their's, dragging them off somewhere and laughing as if they've known him for years.
His hair is pinned neatly to his head and he is draped in red and blue fabric, a common palette for the celebration. His green eyes twinkle happily as he leads them to the center of the dance floor. He speaks, and his voice is comforting, but they can't tell what he's saying.
He spins you around and the music swells once more. The waves crash, growing higher and higher as they lick the railing around them. They almost seem to join in with the dance.
The boy continues speaking but between the waves and the music and the cacophony of voices in the crowd, he voice is drowned out.
The world is spinning and spinning and spinning.
Then,
There's an odd striking of cords and suddenly the crowd and boy are gone. The crude ribbons decorating the arches and buildings are swapped for beautiful tapestries and magnificent pillars of marble.
The musicians are gone, and yet the music begins once more. This time, it's a slower, romantic tune.
A hand snakes around their waist, settling on their hip. A low baritone hum sounds from behind them and as their new partner begins to hum and sway.
They glance to the newcomer's hand, a pang of fear striking them at the sight. Before they can react, they're spun to face their new partner.
The deity's likeness on the temple walls and different elaborate art pieces do him no justice. His face is handsome. His eyes are sharp and his lips are pulled into an amused smile. There's crescent sculpted into his skin, blood red in contrast to his his green skin.
He continues to sway, leading them in a simple waltz.
"You're a good dancer", the God of Wit muses.
They immediately feel a retort building in their throat, but they swallow it down and reply politely.
"A dancer is only as good as their partner." This seems to please him as his chest puffs a little and his smirk grows wider.
The god takes their hand, guiding them to his face. His cups then against his skin. An odd rumbling sound escapes him as he does so, staring down at them with a look no one ever has before.
"You're beautiful." It feels like a slap to be told such by the God of Lies.
The music has stopped now. The waves continue to crash, however. The water pools at the feet of two.
The boy from earlier is back, and they notice his robes match the God's. He smiles softly at them, then whisper about "Tello" and "pissed". Leonardo pulls away from them with a frown, still holding their hands.
"Goodnight", the Gods' speak to them as their vision blurs, an odd mix of 'mother' and 'my love's are the last thing they hear before waking on the beach, alone.
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mint-yooxgi · 1 year
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yandere deity yeosang please !
TW: Mentions of slavery, mentions of violence, and implied death; fem!reader
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The rage he is feeling is unlike anything he has felt before. Red hot fury pumps through his veins as he smashes through the stone walls of the city, burning it and everything within to the ground.
How dare they lock up his Goddess. How dare they enslave his Queen.
You, who had been reaching out to him every night since mature hood, praying to him when no one else would.
You brought him back to life. You saved his very soul, and now, he will save yours.
The chains are easy to sever, as brittle as dust. Yet, the scars around your wrist will always remain. A stark reminder that you have been bound your entire life.
As the remains of the city burn around you, tumbling to the ground in a heap of debris, Yeosang falls to his knees.
"I'm sorry, My Love," he sobs into your robes, clinging tightly to the material for dear life. "If I had known sooner, if only I had-"
"You came," your voice is full of awe, eyes shining with the weight of your unshed tears. "You- you were listening."
Yeosang pulls away to stare up into your eyes, nothing but adoration shining behind his gaze as he pulls you closer.
"Ever since the first whisper you have granted me in prayer, I have been listening to you," he breathes, nothing but honesty dripping from his tone. "Why have you waited so long to ask me for help? If I'd have known-"
"I had no choice," your words catch in your throat, a sob escaping you as you fall to your knees. The warmth of his embrace surrounds you just as the tongues of flames licking at your skin. "I've never had a choice."
Yeosang's heart squeezes in his chest, pulling you tighter into his hold. He decides he's nowhere near done with the decimation of this city, not after this.
"It's okay, now," he shushes you gently, placing his lips tenderly against the side of your temple. "I've got you, My Goddess."
Your breath hitches slightly as he strokes a loving hand over your back.
"They might not have given you a choice," his words are bitter on his tongue as he spits them out, feeling how you tense in his hold. He calms you, feeling as his touch begins to help you relax into his hold. "With me, you always do."
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sonicheroes · 5 months
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Day and night
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owl-bones · 8 months
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perhapsssss eos 4b? 👀
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i see you
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The wind picks up without warning, whipping through Arlong Park hard enough to toss the rubble around. It shoves clouds unceremoniously out of the way, unveils the sun so it’s full heat is pounding down on Luffy’s head and shoulders. The light sears into Arlong’s eyes, blinds and burns him. He snarls.
Luffy snarls back.
“Nami doesn’t belong to anyone!” He says, and when Arlong lunges for him Luffy dodges fast, so fast, so fast with his blood pounding through him hot and buzzing. His pulse is heavy in his throat. His whole body feels warmed and primed and battle-ready, heated to boiling by the light of the sun. His next punch sends Arlong crashing right back into the rubble. This time he only lays there, wheezing.
“Nami will be free!” Luffy declares. He says it with his whole chest, says it loud so it will be heard even over Arlong’s choking, stands tall in the sunlight and announces it for all the world to know. It rises in him bright and bubbling and spills forth in a great big belly-laugh. “She — shishishi! N-Nami will — she — sh-she will…”
Oh. Oh! Something is happening!
“Nami will sail to the farthest corners of the world and discover the hidden places. She will tame the wind and tether the waves and leash the storm to fill her sails and never fear the devouring sea. She will chase the horizon until it circles back around again, and she will always find her way home. Nami will be free. And you, Arlong — you will be a childhood nightmare, and nothing more.”
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galaxycorgi · 2 months
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🌦️🌦️🌦️
Day 5: Sunshine | Rain
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Lil' bit of lore:
This is basically like a deity au
Yugi is the patron of rain and Joey is the Patron of the sun
People think they wouldn't interact much but they're often seen in hills and plains, nourishing the grass.
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