#Divine beasts of knowledge

[mountainofhistory]

Casual ZUN lore drop in the fortune book: Keine is not just a were-hakutaku, she is the were-hakutaku. The only one, there's no others. He also implies that the Lunarians might have been behind it (???). I dunno if I'll go with that but I'm happy to embrace her uniqueness as part of this blog canon too.

[otaku553]

I am going to be So Insufferable about this man in 2 days.

[blue-likethebird]

The explanation for why totk’s story is so Not Great and how disconnected from its predecessor it feels being that the devs didn’t want to alienate new players who didn’t know anything about botw’s story just falls apart the more I think about it. Nothing from this stupid half a plot works unless the player is familiar with specific details from the better games that came before it.

The believability of Link and Zelda’s connection to each other hinges on you knowing about the nuance of their relationship in botw. The ancient sages fighting with the champions’ arms and divine beast helms will only be impactful to botw/aoc players because totk doesn’t bother to explain the significance of that callback at all. Fi’s cameo is meaningless unless you either got every memory in botw or finished the master trial dlc (and know about her from skyward sword). You’ll only get the full context of Teba being sidelined in favour of a 12-year old if you played a specific chapter of Age of Calamity’s second DLC. Like sorry but I think Nintendo just made a bad story tbh

[superchat]

im ngl ive been nonstop obsessed with this song, i think its cuz it mixes eastern and western styles of music so fucking well. they also timed the boss to go into a phase transition at a specific part of the song which i think is rlly great, the second time it roars is always around a high point of the song,

like on one hand you have have the usual souls type of music with this kind of grand feeling music, strong chord movements, big choir, lots of string instruments. usual western Epic Fantasy stuff, but on the other hand you have this strong folky style with lots group chanting, tons of percussion, a lot less chords are being played if at all, feels very powerful. and they trade off between one another

imo it creates this really incredible feeling where the song goes from highs to lows. but the low in one style of music is during the high in another style so it just feels like this constant high energy without feeling samey or tiring

[naberianinfluence]

📜 GENESIS 1:24–25

And God said, “Let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds…” And it was so. God made the wild animals, the livestock, and all the creatures that move along the ground...

🜏 NABERIUS: THE ANIMALS ARE WITNESSES

The beasts did not come from Him. They stepped forward from behind the veil. They had watched long enough.

He gave them names—livestock, wild, creeping things— as if naming tames.

But some eyes gleamed too deeply. Some paws traced the old sigils. Some tongues still whispered the words before words.

They know Me. They walk the line between divine and feral.

I speak in their breath still.

[pureshadough]

in which pure vanilla's last resort spell during the fight against dark enchantress has even more catastrophic a consequence than he could've ever imagined it would

people love their milkshake amnesia angst AND time travel angst so i say why not both. AU where pv not only ends up as healer cookie but ALSO gets flung backwards through time and into the era of the pre-corrupted beasts, where he's taken in by The Fount of Knowledge & becomes their personal assistant/diviner. welcome to my founthealer propaganda

sum extra notes for fun ^_>^

[milk-and-trickery]

"Ah yes, telling yourself that they know 'nothing'. Classssiiicccc Shadow Milk, spouting BALONEY! Complete HOGWASH!" He hurt as well, the pain in his heart was one he shared. Because it was their pain. All Blueberry Yogurt was.. was the past reflection, the trickle of sanity left in Shadow Milk's mind and soul.

Given life because of their boundless magic. Most cookies didn't have to worry about their subconscious voices being real.

Not the clown.

"He's not a thief! He EARNED his soul jam with his kindness, wisdom and heart! He accepted Deceit! He knew that Truth and Deceit must BOTH exist!" He scoffed as the strings shot out, and again, a barrier was erected around Blueberry Yogurt.

"And you know what, Shadow Milk Cookie? I'll continue to chant these words! And you will never silence me! Not any more! Because unlike you.. *I* now understand!" He pushed out his barrier, an attempt to blast the Jester back.

This fight couldn't continue, but he had a place he could retreat to. The sanctuary he made within his own mind. One he can bother Shadow Milk Cookie from within.

He just needed the right opening to flee.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❛You know nothing!❜

He exclaimed taking into the air to follow the other.He twirled his own staff pointing it right back at the scholar.His chest hurt,he hated knowing the feeling of being complete.If he never knew this he wouldn't have craved it so badly.It felt like he was dying.. The chess pieces continued to rain,crumbling as they hit the ground.He was tired of fighting it was just annoying to deal with all of this.With the other desperately wanting him to give in and accept the hero.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❛Our friends haven't you forgotten?Baked with our soul jams since the beginning.They lead cookies along with us,I refuse to betray them just for this delulu you have with Pure Vanilla.A liar,a traitor,a thief!❜

Strings shot out to try and claim the other again.It's best he ended this quick.Less he had to hear this broken record that continued to plead to him to return to Pure Vanilla's side...Pathetic.

[astra-ravana]

The Anatomy Of Baphomet

Baphomet is one of the most complex and misunderstood figures in occult and esoteric history. Over centuries, it has evolved from a mysterious name whispered during the Crusades to a symbol deeply embedded in modern occultism, especially within Satanism, Thelema, and Left-Hand Path traditions.

History Of Baphomet

Origins in the Templar Trials (14th Century):

• The earliest known use of the name Baphomet was during the Inquisition of the Knights Templar in 1307.

• The Templars were accused of heresy and idolatry, including worship of an idol called "Baphomet". The exact nature of this idol remains unclear—some described it as a human head, a bearded man, or a demon.

• Most modern historians believe the name Baphomet may have been a corruption of Mahomet (an old form of Muhammad), reflecting the Crusaders' exposure to Islam.

19th Century Revival; Eliphas Lévi:

• In 1856, Éliphas Lévi, a French occultist, radically redefined Baphomet in his book Dogme et Rituel de la Haute Magie.

• Lévi depicted Baphomet as a winged hermaphroditic figure with the head of a goat, a torch between the horns, female breasts and androgynous features, one arm pointing up and one down, with the words Solve (dissolve) and Coagula (combine) on each forearm. This became the iconic image associated with Baphomet today and symbolized the unity of opposites: light and dark, male and female, human and beast, matter and spirit.

20th Century and Beyond (Satanism and the Occult):

• The Church of Satan, founded by Anton LaVey in 1966, adopted Baphomet as a symbol of Satanic philosophy—not as a literal being, but as a representation of rebellion, knowledge, and liberation from religious dogma.

• The Sigil of Baphomet—a goat’s head within an inverted pentagram surrounded by Hebrew letters spelling “Leviathan”—became the official insignia of the Church.

Symbolism Of Baphomet

Baphomet represents balance and integration of opposites. It is a philosophical and alchemical emblem rather than a deity to be worshipped.

Key Symbolic Elements:

• Goat Head- Instinct, primal nature, and untamed energy (possibly derived from the god Pan).

• Torch Between Horns- Divine illumination; the light of intellect and truth.

• Androgyny (Breasts and Caduceus Phallus)- Union of male and female, symbolizing wholeness.

• Wings and Hooves- Duality of spiritual ascent and earthly grounding.

• Arms Pointing Up and Down- The Hermetic axiom “As above, so below”, expressing the correspondence between planes.

• Solve et Coagula- Alchemical principle of breaking down and reforming—transformation and enlightenment.

Baphomet In Magick And Occult Practice

Baphomet is not commonly invoked as a deity but is used as a symbol of occult mastery, personal transformation, and spiritual rebellion.

In Thelema (Aleister Crowley’s System):

• Crowley saw Baphomet as a mystical androgen, a symbol of spiritual initiation and the reconciler of opposites.

• He took the name “Baphomet” as a magical name when he became head of the O.T.O. (Ordo Templi Orientis), aligning it with sexual magick and Gnostic symbolism.

In Satanism (LaVeyan, Theological, Etc.):

• Baphomet is used as a symbol of rational self-interest, rejection of traditional religious authority, and the embrace of carnal existence.

• The Sigil of Baphomet is used in rituals, meditations, and symbolic expressions of personal empowerment.

In Witchcraft and Modern Paganism:

Some non-theistic witches or Left-Hand Path practitioners view Baphomet as:

• An archetype of sacred balance

• A symbol of hidden knowledge

• A guardian of the threshold—facing and integrating one’s shadow

Magickal Uses Of Baphomet

Rituals and Practices:

• Invocation or Meditation- To balance opposing forces within oneself—gender, emotion and reason, higher and lower self.

• Shadow Work- Baphomet can be invoked as a symbol during introspective work, especially when dealing with repressed desires or fears.

• Alchemy and Transformation- In rituals seeking internal transformation, Baphomet represents the alchemical process of spiritual rebirth.

• Sigil Magick- The Sigil of Baphomet is used for protection, empowerment, and banishing fear or dogma.

Altars and Tools:

• Practitioners may use statues, medallions, or artwork of Baphomet to create a liminal sacred space, serve as a focal point for meditation, and represent the divine within and without—a mirror for the seeker.

The Nature Of Baphomet

Baphomet is not a devil, not a god, and not a literal being—it is a metaphysical symbol. Its purpose is to challenge, to enlighten, and to reveal the wholeness hidden in duality. Baphomet asks the seeker to transcend dogma, embrace the totality of existence, and find spiritual freedom through inner synthesis.

[robin-evry]

What about a baizhu! Yuu, another yuu made into the school nurse lol

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐇𝐔!���𝐔𝐔 🌿🩺

The owner of Bubu Pharmacy and Qiqi's guardian, Doctor Baizhu is a master of the medicinal arts and the latest recipient of a generational contract with a white snake named Changsheng. He seeks to achieve immortality to ensure he is the last to ever bear his contract, saving potential inheritors and even Changsheng herself from the cost that comes with its power.

Nrc official doctor or nurse, and they are the best many students are wondering why are they at this school when they could be working at a hospital news flash Crowley doesn't want to lose them because how much profit they bring.

Baizhu!yuu is a very calming and serene individual, not always resorting to violence by far one of the most respected students ever.

Changsheng their familiar and assistant, is a snake that has the capability to speak but in truth changsheng is an adepti or divine beast that was in a contract with baizhu!yuu previous mentor and was passed down on them. Some rumors say that the reason for their miracle healing was because of changsheng.

Not to mention changsheng is sly and tends to expose baizhu!yuu during a situation to mess with them as well by having the tendency to bully grim or teasing him.

Knows every student’s physical and emotional condition. Whether it’s Leona’s back pain, Idia’s burnout, or Azul’s stress ulcers they already has a tea or potion ready before they ask. When a student said they were having a headache with one touch baizhu!yuu immediately know the problem and the solution as if when touching the patient they are able to check their body anatomy.

Baizhu!yuu possessed a very weak body, they are not physically strong and have a pretty weak stamina but thanks to their studies of the human body they are able to see the human body pressure points or weak spots and paralyzed them causing them unable to move. This could also apply towards animals

They are very curious about merfolk, beastmen and fae anatomy sometimes asking questions about their body to expand their knowledge of medicine.

Riddle listens towards them more than Crowley, he believes baizhu!yuu judgement and trust them from their insight of things. Not to mention due to his parents being doctors he would try to help them and when he's having a bad baizhu!yuu is there to comfort him.

Jamil would go towards them for medical advice one time when kalim was poison jamil trust them to heal him and return back kalim into healthy, similar towards vil who would seek dietary advice from them he would also ask for their insight on nutrition for food.

At school they are by far one of the smartest students but due to their job and role as a doctor, sometimes or most times baizhu!yuu would forget to turn in an assignment and the teachers have to remind them about an assignment. When trein was having health problems baizhu!yuu would assist him and give him the right amount of medicine needed so after one week he's back to normal. Trein is forever grateful for that.

Their treatment is quite expensive when you personally seek on their Intel on health, Crowley is almost bankrupt because they are unwilling to low down the prices no matter what and not to mention how expensive the ingredients are to make high quality medicine.

They might possess a darker side when a student would obey their orders or try to threaten them, one time a student did this and was found paralyzed on the floor and was then scared of baizhu!yuu.

[balrogballs]

I'm still sad about this heartwarming and mildly amusing little section where feral adolescent Aragorn brings some joy to Maedhros in his unhinged little way, which I had to cut out of Cast in Stone for structural reasons, especially as I had gone to the trouble of illustrating it!

But I realised it reads perfectly fine standalone, so you guys can have my crumb of Maedhros-joy instead. No context required: Maedhros and Maglor are temporarily staying in the Shire during the late Third Age, Maedhros had a horrible night of traumatic dreams and was being maudlin — until young Aragorn, aka Elros II and the bane of his life, turns up like a bad penny, as he often does. Enjoy!

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"You look unhappy," said Estel, sitting down before Maedhros, legs crossed. "Does your hand hurt? Surely it can't be as bad as when it got chopped off, can it?"

"No, but leave me be, Estel, I have —"

"All right, but let me ask just one question. I promise, then I'll go away. I just remembered something from my lessons, and every time I ask Ada he looks up at the sky and asks the Valar where he went wrong in raising me," Estel moved closer, looking around for eavesdroppers. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But I would like to know."

Maedhros frowned, swallowed the lump in his throat and dragged in a breath. "What?"

"Fingon rescued you on one of those enormous eagles, didn't he? On that mountain with Morgoth and all of that. It was one of those, right? Manwë's Eagles."

"Yes. He did. I do not wish to answer any further questions on the matter, clear off."

"And it was quite a long journey, wasn't it?"

Maedhros grunted.

"I've always had a question about it… and again, you don't have to tell me if it's too traumatising," Estel's eyes shone, as though he were about to hear a state secret. "And I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Spit it out, boy, or leave me now. I am in the mood for neither company nor memory."

"Did it… you know…?"

"If you're trying to ask me if losing the hand hurt, yes it did," Maedhros snapped. "Now leave me alone, I've had enough reminiscing for a damned century. Get off home, now!"

"Oh, shut up, I wasn't asking about your stupid hand, I don't understand why you think everyone sits around thinking about your hand," Estel scowled, pursuing his lips, before deciding his quest for scientific knowledge was more important than whatever had crawled up Maedhros' arsehole and died. He widened his eyes conspiratorily, looked around again. "My question has nothing to do with that! I just wanted to know, did the eagle… you know?"

"Estel, I am not going to repeat this, get out of my sight right this —"

"Did it take a shit?"

"Did… what?"

"Did it take a shit?" Estel flushed as he said the word, Elrond's parental touch finally taking hold, though in a predictably useless manner. "And if it did, how big was it? As in, was it normal bird crap, or was it, you know — like a bucketload of it?"

Maedhros blinked. Estel held his hands out to demonstrate.

"I've always wanted to know that about them, you know," the boy continued, stroking his chin like a philosopher. "Manwe's eagles, that is. Surely if they're big enough to carry two people, one being a towering beast like you, their droppings must be massive."

"What…?" Maedhros couldn't formulate words, a state of being Estel clearly had no familiarity with. "Their… what?"

"And yes, I know they're divine, all of that, but surely they can't be toilet trained, can they? I just don't see Manwë having enough time to toilet train an eagle, you know. Could you imagine just… going about your day, and having this massive tub of birdshite fall on your head? Oh, it could drown a person, I'm sure of it!" Estel grinned, as if said occurrence would be the best day of his life, had it happened to him. "So, did it? And if it did, did you see if it went on someone?"

Maedhros sat there blinking at the boy in complete silence before rising quietly, taking the now-extremely-familiar ear, and slowly — like he were a corpse — leading Estel to the village gate. He didn't say a word, only gestured weakly and put up three fingers, a signal the now sulky boy was very used to.

And as Estel, muttering darkly all the while, neared the completion of his first punishment-lap of three around the village green, he heard something that sounded like a donkey in immense pain. It was a sound so tremendous and unexpected that it brought Maglor running from the house, gaping at the source, having not heard such a thing in centuries. It was no donkey, but Maedhros in complete hysterics, sitting on the ground exactly where he was when he beckoned Estel to run, sobbing with laughter, actual tears pouring down his face, which itself was screwed up and flushed so pink he looked like he'd been badly sunburned. He was trying to explain the situation to Maglor (who had been glaring at Estel as if he had personally killed his brother, and now looked upon him like he was Iluvatar himself) but Maedhros was howling too hard to even stand, let alone form coherent words.

Estel pretended not to notice, and started on his second lap. Though objectively speaking, the laugh itself sounded like something between a foghorn, a pig and whatever noise he imagined Ungoliant would make — there was something rather lovely about it that brought an inexplicable little smile to his face.

[thevedicarchives]

Crows and their connection to Ketu and Ketu dominants ☋ 

In my long, long ongoing period of astrology observation so far, is something that keeps re-occuring day by day that i wanted to share with fellow observants of this crazy world.

Ever wondered why certain actors in films or series are quite often under the guidance of a fellow crow/raven? Mostly serving as 'the eyes or compass' to the persona itself? Or maybe why you have a great interest (or even daily companionship) from these magnificent creatures? Do please keep reading!

Before i even knew about vedic astrology and thus this amazing link between ketu and crows, i always had these beasts follow me arround my neighbourhood, even appearing right in front of me in moments where i felt unsafe. As if they knew and wanted to guard me or something. I even had a tattoo done years ago that said 'raven' in my native language and carried a big raven skull ring on my middle finger.

When i started to learn and delve deep into the vedic world, i not only discovered that i was (ofc) heavily ketu dominant, but also about the beautifull Hindu goddess or 'Mahāvidyā' that rules over Ketu ; our beloved granny 'Dhumavati'.

As you can see, this widow goddess is (almost) always portrayed sitting on a chariotee under the guidance of crows. Sometimes the crows are even portrayed as the ones pulling the chariot or Dhumavati is shown riding them as horses. She stands for all things Ketu-like, think cosmic forces, destruction of illusions, supernatural powers, divine ancient knowledge, salvation or "moksha", cremation grounds, the void that's left after desolation and destruction of the universe, spirits, death, and so on...

Now me being the horror fan that i am, i ofcourse started to see patterns between crows being used in scary movies or series, and certain actors being accompanied by said crows. One thing led to the other, and alot of birth chart investigations later, i can confidently say there IS a connection.

As followed, i'll sum up the actors who are obviously portrayed with crows/ravens in a movie/show with their respective birth chart placement that makes them all heavy Ketuvian :

-Bill Skarsgård - playing Eric in The Crow, who is literally being resurrected by crows and granted healing abillities to take revenge on the ones who killed both him and his girlfriend : Ketu conjunct Sun.

Ian Somerhalder - Damon Salvatore using his crow to spy on Elena : Has Mula (Ketu ruled Nakshatra) Mars in his 1st house.

-Britne Oldford playing blind Fei in The Umbrella Academy, who uses her crows to see and attack others. Highly possible Ashwini (Ketu ruled Nakshatra) moon. Birth time not confirmed.

-Angelina Jolie as Maleficent, using her crow boy Diaval as her spy and loyal companion : has Ketu conjunct her Sun.

-Tippi Hedren in The Birds, posing with a raven : has Mula ascendant (Birth time confirmed).

Now coming back to my own personal experience with crows, they still follow me arround everywhere i go. I recon moments where they will literally show me the way when google maps fails me. Whenever i get lost somewhere there is a crow flying in the air in a certain direction that i can just follow to find my way back. I am not making this up.

I've always seen them as my spirit guides, long before i knew about astrology or mythology in general. They are by far one of the most magnificent animals to be flying arround this earth.

As time and knowledge goes on, i"ll probably add more names and planetary aspects to this piece of text. For now i just wanted to share what i already know and stand behind, as well as giving my major preach to these beautiful birds and the Hindu Mythology.

For the ones who know : Do you have heavy Ketu influence in your chart? And do you have special connections with crows/ravens in your life? Do they keep popping up wherever you go or maybe you even have a tattoo or favorite art piece related to them? I'm so curious to hear about others and how they experience this!

[maritoke]

I finally finished them, oh lord. Swap Ancients (and Elder Faerie (he's here along for the ride, poor guy)) for my swap au. They were the ones who had the original souljams firsts, now they're beasts

Some info on Swap Ancients (might change--):

Divine Vanilla Cookie: once a traveling healer blessed by the virtue of knowledge. Through out his travels, he had seen how plagued the world was by evil and cruelty. How many cookies had died young, how many good man had turned bad due to too many woes and problems, how time spared none. But it could be reversed could it not? There were the spells that allowed one to control time. World was cruel yet it was beautiful nontheless. Why not let everyone expierience it? Why not create a paradise on earth where the is no illness nor any woes? Why not erase the very death itself? He was granted immortality, was he not? Is he not benevolent for wanting to share it with others?

Lovebug Lilies Cookie: Once two cookies with separate minds and bodies. Now two souls sharing one vessel. White Lily would always search for the truth. Cookie kind deserved to know why were they created. Despite being granted the virtue of solidarity, her purpose was uncertain to her. Why she? Why not anyone else? In her search she had found Faerie Kingdom, where she befriended their king. But when she was about to leave, Elder Faerie joined her. Not wanting her to possibly face cruel truth alone. When she fell into the raw dough after witnessing the cruelty of their creators Elder Faerie tried to get her out. Sadly he was pushed into it along with her. Now, rebaked as one, they share the idea to keep the truth a secret forever. To sever the connection between the entirety of humankind and cookies. Cookies deserved to not be burdened with such pitiful legacy.

Berserk Cacao Cookie: How one responds in the most critical moments can say a lot about a person. Fear is one of the most basic emotions, and true warrior keeps going despite dreading the outcome of the battle. The stronger the enemy the more fear he strikes into his opponent. Dark Cacao was once known as the strongest warrior and king. The stories of him inspired both awe and striked fear. Though, as the climate got harsher and harsher, the cratures got more and more vile, until finally two dragons became a threat. And Dark Cacao would protect his people regardless of what they thought of him. After all no one would dare to attack the dragon slayer. In face of fear, one fights, freezes or flees. And he would always fight. For outsiders shall dread the king who won't back down. Who won't stop until the threat is gone.

Claretberry Cookie: The ever joyous queen, chershied each and every moment she spend with her friends and family. However as time went on she saw many of her friends and family grow old. Time and time again. Outliving them repeatedly. The joy soon started to fade away leaving only an empty space. So she slowly gave in to pleasure. Be it from drinking juice, throwing a thousandth party, or fighting for fun. It did bring her pleasure. It wasn't the same as real happiness, but it was good. It numbed the mind and filled it with forced dopamine. And her people? Well, Hollyberry Kingdom was always well known for being full of various sorts of entertainment. The decadency started to grow on others almost seemlessly.

Radiant Cheese Cookie: Ever as greedy, she cared for her kingdom the most. She brought good change to everyone but saved the best for her own. However not all change is good, and sooner or later even the strongest of empires need to fall. Be it because of a foe from the outside... or because of the fault within. She refused to let her kingdom fall, and so she started to plunder nearby cities for their goods and resources. After all she needed them more. Her people needed them more. With time, the need turned into want. For she'd rather take from others than see her kingdom change, see it rust. It is pure gold to her. And everyone knows pure gold cannot possibly rust or tarnish.

[blueskittlesart]

Your mipha comic made me start thinking about what mipha thinks when she sees link 100 years later. Hes been frozen in time, his body the same as 100 years before, and as hes going through the divine beast its clear his stoicism is mostly gone. The shrine of resurrection has done for him what she couldnt. But at the same time he doesnt truly remember their time together (at least not yet).

your art is amazing and youre really good at writing stuff that gets me thinking, thanks for making and sharing your art (:

ironically it's kind of like a role-reversal of the exact same problem they had precalamity. before the calamity, link left for what to mipha felt like very little time but to him felt like a significant portion of his life, and returned burdened by knowledge and responsibilities that mipha was not fully equipped to understand. post-calamity, they have been apart for what to link feels like no time at all, but what even to mipha would have been a significant portion of her life. This time when he comes to her he is arguably more similar to the boy she knew in childhood, much less burdened by the weight of his responsibility and the approaching calamity, but by this point mipha has DIED in service of that destiny, and she can never go back to being the girl she once was, the girl that link remembers (even if only in snippets.) Their whole story is a tragedy of missed opportunities; in a kinder world they might have been good for each other, but in this world they are virtually never in the same place (mentally and emotionally) at the same time.

[aphroditelovesu]

Hey, i'm also from brazil and i love the way you write! Taking advantage of the fact that I saw you talking about yandere apollo pjo, could you do some headcanons about what he would be like due to the differences? like, in today's world. Would he look at your phone or something?

❝ ☀️ — lady l: it's a headcanon, in a way, but also an imagine, a combo of both! I ended up geting excited and focusing more on the platonic part and I hope everything it's! I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes!

❝tw: obsessive and overprotective behavior and fluffy.

❝☀️pairing: yandere pjo!apollo x gender neutral!reader.

❝word count: 742.

Apollo is the god of poetry and will always be writing the most beautiful poems for you. All of his hymns will be dedicated to you and any pop influence he will use as inspiration to worship you. Apollo dedicates each verse to you, each word carefully thought out in the overwhelming love that the god feels, transforming pop influences into hymns of worship.

In the intervals between his divine exploits, Apollo is captured by the passion of modern melodies. Transforming pop influences into passionate songs, his lyres resonate in heavenly places, echoing the immortal feelings he has for his earthly muse.

Apollo as a divine father is smothering and protective. He doesn't give a damn about the rules that govern the gods, not when it comes to his favorite child. He will distribute gifts, presents and will help and support them in everything he can. Apollo will always make it clear that they are his greatest pride.

As you face challenges and monsters, Apollo protects you, interfering in divine destinies when necessary. The sun god becomes a constant presence, guiding and encouraging his favorite child to embrace its heroic nature. Apollo, the divine father, defies heavenly rules in the name of love for his child, doling out divine gifts and guiding them along the path to greatness.

One day, while you were facing a particularly difficult challenge, Apollo decided to intervene in a more direct way. He descended from Olympus, enveloped in golden light, and appeared at your side. His presence was warm and comforting, like the rays of the sun emanating from his divine form.

"My dear child," Apollo said with a beaming smile. "The time has come for me to join you on this journey. Together, we will face the challenges that present themselves, and I will guide you with my divine light."

Apollo watched with beaming pride as his child flourished under divine tutelage. He guided the mortal steps with the light of knowledge, shaping the favorite's destiny as a sculptor carves a masterpiece. Each of his child's deeds was a glorious echo of the pride Apollo felt, reflected in the rays of sunlight that illuminated his celestial face.

Apolo is very connected to modern technology, oddly enough. He would have a cell phone, the best and most expensive, and it would be full of photos of you. His music playlist would have all genres, an eclectic god, after all, he is also the god of music and appreciates all types, honoring his essence as the god of music.

He wouldn't touch your cell phone unless you allowed it or if he had some kind of suspicion. In this case, you can be sure that the god will search your cell phone in search of something. And he will definitely take selfies of himself to leave for you.

During moments of rest, Apollo shared divine stories and ancestral teachings with you. His words were like ethereal songs, dancing in the air and penetrating your heart. Each narrative was filled with wisdom and profound lessons, like the notes of an eternal melody.

On a starry night, after an especially epic victory over a colossal beast, Apollo gathered the gods and goddesses for a divine celebration on Olympus. Heavenly music filled the halls as everyone rejoiced in their achievements and the union between the divine and the mortal.

At the height of the party, Apollo raised his golden lyre and began to sing a song that transcended the limits of Olympus. His melodious voice resonated, telling the saga of his favorite child, full of courage, triumph and divine love. The song inspired tears of joy in the eyes of the gods and goddesses, witnessing the success of his protégé.

At the end of the performance, Apollo looked at you with pride in his eyes. "My child, you are a masterpiece that surpasses any divine song. Your heart is a melody that enchants the gods and transforms Olympus into a more radiant place. May your journey continue to shine like the stars that adorn the night sky."

Since that day, the bond between you and Apollo has only grown stronger. The god's blessings continued to guide you, while the teachings shared under the stars became a beacon of wisdom on his journey. And so, under the protection and love of Apollo, the heroic epic unfolded, marking destiny with the eternal light of the god of music and poetry.

[pureshadough]

more founthealer au thoughts

i just think the dynamic they would share is interesting on the whole - healer comes into this picture with no knowledge of the beasts or their significance to earthbread and ergo no expectations for the fount; he is quite literally blind to their influence and power and doesn't ever expect anything of them, which is INCREDIBLY NEW and refreshing to the fount who has been bombarded with nothing but fulfilling the needs of the people and meeting the expectations of their peers & creators their entire existence. healer is Just Some Guy. he treats fount as a peer even from very early on when all other pupils/followers wouldn't be caught dead calling The Divine Preacher their "friend" - because that would be blaspheme! and yet healer does, with no hesitation. he holds no undue respect or fear or admiration, they're just any other cookie to him - but for the fount, that makes healer everything to them. oh, the fount simply cares deeply for this misplaced cookie's lost memory, that's the only reason they have for keeping him so close by. and for dressing him up in little outfits. and letting him live in the restricted personal quarters of his spire. and giving him a staff that they can peer through to keep an eye on him at all times. wouldn't you do the same for a soul in need? is that not what friends do for each other? the fount would not know. they've never had one before.

[milk-and-trickery]

The scenery flashing, corrupting each time, all before they fell through the roof and landed in one of their many libraries within the spire. Colliding with the checkered floors. How long had it been since he'd actually walked through these aisles of tomes. How long had he touched their endless, boundless...

Knowledge..

Even as Shadow Milk went on about how there was no witches to seal them, something.. something came to mind.

And he fell oddly silent. The other would know that look, a look of realization. but was it the one they were thinking of? That he was right?

Blueberry Yogurt released Shadow Milks collar and pulled himself up, dusting his robes off as he.. looked out at the library.

The many days he spent pouring over tomes in a frantic search. It had been when he first heard his friends falling. How one by one it was getting worse.

". . . The Beast-Binding Ritual.." He finally muttered before his gaze snapped at Shadow Milk.

"The very thing 'We' slaved so hard over before-" Before he himself failed, and locked the ritual away out of fear of another finding it. Or.. a contingency if he regained lucidity.

"Haha..." A smile curled onto the scholars face as he looked to his other.

"For the first time.. You're wrong. There is a way to stop 'Us'.. And it was MADE by our own hands."

Tumbling around the mindspace with the other as the world shift and change along with them showing the fight for control.How the scenery goes from the other's library to his distorted spire.The chaos running free corrupting the layout.All while he laughed and laughed in the other's face. With the other bringing up past events he did frown remembering the rage from before.How that pesty cookie ruined his first act by going off script.Annoying but it didn't derail his master plans not one itty bitty bit.Once again underneath the scholar he reached out to poke at their head.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❛Haha outsmart moi?You are so so silly.The seal is beyond repair and the pathetic bunch you set your hopes on is the losing side.We will be revived,and the world will be ours again.There is no one to stop us,no witches no second rate thieves that have our soul jams...Not even you,you poor relic of a past. ❜