Gods - Blog Posts
I think what I love most about mythology is that the “Trickster God/Spirit” is an archetypical character found in almost every body of folklore. It’s like “Oh, here’s our God of the Sun, our God of the Sea, our God of Fertility, and our God of Being A Wretched Little Gremlin Who Causes Problems On Purpose”
!! (not real) RELIGIOUS THEMES !!
We both have ocs with religious psychosis (we’ve done research into how to portray it properly!!) so we wanted to do an art trade with them!!
this is Fretowa. she is probably not ok rn but im not sure. her gods are not very nice but it’s their will so they’re probably right I think
(this isn’t Christianity this is random made up oc religious stuff)
Back to sketches of @azaraih's characters! Instead of space rom, this time from a hella old fantasy horror story that's evolved a lot over time. Revenge gods drama, weird ghosts, estranged siblings, pilgrimages. Fun stuff. Not yet a comic you can read but I'm excited for whenever it becomes one.
AUSTRALIA ABORIGINAL PICTOGRAPHS WORLD HERITAGE ROCK ART WANDJINA ART found throughout the Kimberley. Strange are these heads with short, narrow nose, so different from aboriginal faces, a sort of helmet on the head, a sort of glasses. They haven't lips, because according to the Mowanjum tribe, the Wandjinas didn't speak. It reminds me of "Memories of the Future. Unsolved Mysteries of the Past" by Ernest von Daniken. The book suggests that some ancient artworks throughout the world could be interpreted as depicting astronauts. Harald Reini made a documentary movie of 1h30 based on the theory developed in the book of Daniken. This documentary film was presented for the Oscars en 1970. #landscape #indigenous Australians #aborigines #dreamtime #australia #harald Reini #ernest von Daniken #kimberley #aboriginal pictographs #rock art #pictographs #national parks #world heritage list #dreamtimel #myths #beliefs #wandjina #art #history of civilizations #gods #mowanjum tribe https://www.instagram.com/p/BuRvkIrgE0zfQd1_GJjHIbIyARbeF8c7fSPjdo0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7omw1uf9itf9
Do you think the gods like how we draw them?
Or the angels appreciate the time it took to draw each feather or iris?
Maybe that we may not worship them like we used to, but that we've grown and evolved to know we're still there and we can stand on our own feet?
Maybe they appreciate that we write down their names and we give our own beautiful characteristics to them? Or that we feel closer to them if we imagine them to look like those among us? That we know of their beauty and we grow tired of their traditions and tragedies?
I hope they know that we think of them often and thoughtfully, as we curse their creations and we are sorry for the hateful words we drown them in. Because i am very sorry, and but i am angry and tired, so i will not take the words back but i will cherish them and i hope they do same.
I hope they can read this, wherever they may be. Spiteful and generous.
1.13.2024 - Mushroom to Nap
Lambert and Heket get to take a nap together, it's totally a safe spot~
totenkopfe ❤
[Gender-neutral]
[900+ words]
Description: Being a god is hard when you're not the one with power. As you ponder this, a certain god comes to chat. (Dream x Reader)
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You spread your fingers wide, feeling the familiar curls of magic spread over your mortal form, encompassing it in more power than a normal mortal could handle. The withering grape vines held delicately in your hands come back to life, bright green leaves embued with your power blessing whoever decided to use them with the finest wine for years to come.
And as it always did when you used your magic to save your lifeblood, another god came to see who was messing with his.
"You again," Dream said, their mask fixed over their pointed nose, ever-calm and regal. "This is the fifth time this hour?"
"These are new and they are so weak. I must save their vineyard, they supply my biggest followers." You cast another hand to a few weak vines, thumbing a crumbling leaf between your fingers as it's too far gone death decays once more. "The nation is suffering from X-dee's happiness, for it has not stormed in many a night. If this goes on even the child cannot sing these plants better."
"I suppose that is true," The overseer of death looks upon the rows of decaying life and they sigh. They lift their own hand above yours, resting softly on top of yours as he pushes his magic into the air. For all the mortals' cries, Dream is not the god of death. He is the overseer and he is the judge but he is still fair and he is kind. The plant hums beneath your finger, back to life easier than it's known in weeks. "The mortals do not deserve your kindness, O'estatic one. They are greedy and one day they will mark their own end."
"And one day, albeit far later than theirs, so will we," You flip your hand to press your palm to his, sharing the most emotions in the easiest way godhood allowed. "We are not all-lasting as Chaos or Order, we are simply here as long as humans will it so. And not all humans are thieves or scoundrels, and not all thieves are scum amongst angels. As most humans are, I've found them to be complex."
You turn to your plants, sighing as you trail a vine. "Such fickle things, letting such irrationality guide their lives for so long, letting fear and indecisiveness plague their thought when if they thought to ration, would find people do not simply hate them for breathing. For what reason for plants if not humans to enjoy them, a fine wine such as the ones we lay to be created may never be tasted and appreciated because the right person decided for everyone else that nobody wanted them. I find that they are horrible things, but not for their own vile acts, but for the ones coming from a wrongfully good place."
"I haven't had such time to think like that," Dream admits, coming to your side. Here, so close to you, he tips the mask back from his face. Such opposing foes as yourselves, to think of each other as so close. Their lips are parted ever so slightly, his gaze focused on nothing as his mind runs.
"I only ever have time," You sigh, fixing the gold bands on your wrists. "You run a kingdom, I run a vineyard. Time is not something you come about sparingly, not without reason."
"So what is your reason?" Dream turns to you, his human-like freckles standing out amongst pale skin. It was always ironic to you, how someone who looked so human was so disconnected from them. The thought never lingered long, drowned out by prayers from newly-wed wives asking to be blessed with child or for drunkards for the best wine, sometimes even from the occasional person questioning their gender and pleading for advice from the god known as their patron. "Surely a god as kind as you would have loyal followers."
You shake your head ruefully. "The drought has either killed them all away or shown the ones whose faith had always been waivered. When I showed no help in ending it, even if only for it being out of my control, they had chosen their stance and switched patronage." Now your time was filled with visiting your still loyal followers, as few and far in between as they were. Laying small blessings upon the bastard child's head for green thumbs and fixing a quick wine for the laboured mother who wished for a break.
Dream frowned, emotions so humane they were written like scriptures upon his face and detailed in his eyes curve and forehead wrinkles. "I apologize, O'estatic one. I had not thought of how the drought might've affected the ones still based here."
"It is my hometown," You shake your head even if Dream does not understand the meaning behind your words. "Perhaps I was not raised here but my mother's blood spilt on these holy grounds for me to be born godly. I will bless these as my home for as long as the land remains."
"I'm aware," Dream shakes his head although he does not argue. Fixing a gentle stare over the vineyard, he extends his arm to you. "Our work has been done for today though. Come for a visit to my kingdom. It has been a while since our last dinner."
"Alright," You place your hand gently on his forearm and like a godly voice had not saved these plants, disappeared within a gentle breeze of wind.
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[YOOOOOO I'm tired but I literally can't sleep lol I just watched ranboo's phasmophobia stream with bilzo and this one long af dnd video with Slmcc and I'm basically on the equivalent to drugs rn (/j)]
[I really don't have anything to say except my back freaking hurttsssss]
[L0v3, k1ng]
Masterlist
Taglist: @creatorofstars
I’m in awe of the lyricism of the masters, but its always, the simplicity that feels closer to the heart....
Maybe poets embellish everything too much. But, they are dreamers, who just wish to find beauty in ruin, in chaos, in tragedy and in death.....and Icarus was a tale of eternal tragedy through and through.
But his tale is hardly a warning, it is simply a lesson, to never be afraid of flying too high.
Oc Posting. First one is called Samvity, represents Order and Sanity, he pacifies and maintence the order in the omnipotential plane. The second one is called Okniell, he has gravity and dimensional powers, is obessed with science and knowledge but also he's extremely anxious. Note: I know my english, can be bad. I'm sorry for that, im still learning it. Im spanish speaker
Btw, The sign is from my Instagram! ! !
Old Drawing, but in summary: Gay stuff. Oc: Peanuxy and Madkress. Note: I have changed the lore of these characters and the design but I still liked the drawing. Also: Some drawings may have a signature from my Instagram! ! ! If you like it search and follow me
Some expressions studies with this nice copic brush
I just need regular jeans bro, why is it so hard to find some ???
As Long as Your Vessel Lives
author:
lameykindaworld
summary:
“Arahabaki, so be it my god for whom I shall dedicate my life. I will devote my being to you for as long as your vessel lives. You and he shall be my dedication, and without, I will cease to exist.” He quietly added, “Please, let him live.”
(or: Dazai worships Arahabaki as a way to keep Chuuya safe)
I am a big Percy Jackson fan but one thing always annoyed me about the big prophesy
A half-blood of the eldest gods,
Shall reach sixteen against all odds.
And see the world in endless sleep,
A hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap.
A single choice shall end his days,
Olympus to preserve or raze.
do you notice how they say "eldest gods". Everyone assumes it is about one of the children of the "big three" (Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon). They are not the only "eldest gods" around. If you think about it, this could also be about Demeter! (Hera and Hestia are both unable to get half-blood children, Hera can't cheat and Hestia is a maiden goddess who made a vow of chastity.) And there is more, Aphrodite is the oldest god! She was a child of Uranus (something explained in Heroes of Olympus). So why wasn't Silena Beauregard not the one in the prophesy??? She was 16 17ish when she died!!!!!
So they could've said big three, oldest brothers, etc.