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[dragomircho]

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[firenorartist]

~Anubis~

《I am the guardian of the afterlife, the judge of souls, and the protector of the dead. I weigh your heart against the feather of Ma’at, to determine your fate in the afterlife.》

Re-draw of an old drawing.

[kobartist]

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Daddy Hades and his look for peasants like yourself! 😁

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[addieisreading]

I’m starting to wonder if the god of death lives here for how often his name must be invoked.

— The Empyrean Series Book 1: Fourth Wing, by Rebecca Yarros

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[spiritualsoull1969]

Yama: The God of Death with a Business Acumen

Yama, the Hindu god of death, transcends his ominous title to embody principles essential for success in life. Beyond guiding souls to the afterlife, he represents justice, righteousness (Dharma), and law. Yama's business acumen lies in his balanced approach to governance—administering justice impartially and upholding moral order. His teachings emphasize integrity, accountability, and the importance of ethical conduct. Like a wise CEO, Yama understands the significance of maintaining harmony and fairness in all dealings. By embracing Yama's principles, individuals can navigate life's challenges with clarity and integrity, ensuring not only personal success but also contributing to a more just and righteous society.

Here's where it gets interesting: In the context of business and life, Yama can be seen as a symbol of risk management.

Facing the Inevitable: Anticipating Challenges

Yama's role as the overseer of life's transition to death underscores the inevitability of change—a concept applicable in both life and business. Just as death is certain, so too are the unforeseen challenges that can arise in any endeavour. Embracing Yama's essence means recognizing the impermanence of the status quo and the importance of anticipating potential risks and obstacles. In business, this translates to a proactive approach to risk management and contingency planning. By acknowledging Yama, individuals and organizations cultivate a mindset that embraces change and prepares for the unknown. Rather than being caught off guard by challenges, they approach them with resilience and adaptability, ensuring they can navigate through turbulent times and emerge stronger on the other side.

The Scales of Justice: Weighing Options and Consequences

Yama's depiction with scales symbolizes the meticulous evaluation of the departed's deeds, a concept directly applicable to decision-making in business. Just as Yama meticulously weighs the actions of souls, entrepreneurs and leaders must carefully assess the options before them. The scales of justice mirror the process of weighing potential benefits against drawbacks in the corporate realm. Like Yama's discernment, effective decision-making involves a thorough consideration of the consequences of each choice. By adopting a balanced approach akin to Yama's judgement, individuals and organizations can make informed decisions that align with their values and objectives. This practice fosters accountability, integrity, and ultimately, leads to outcomes that contribute positively to both the business and society at large.

The Steadfast Steersman: Having a Contingency PlanTop of Form

Depicting Yama atop a buffalo underscores the importance of a robust contingency plan in navigating life's uncertainties. Similar to a skilled rider guiding a powerful buffalo, a well-prepared contingency plan provides stability and direction when faced with unexpected challenges. Just as Yama maintains control over the transition from life to death, a contingency plan enables individuals and organizations to manage crises with resilience and focus. It serves as a guiding force, ensuring swift adaptation to changing circumstances while maintaining a steady course toward predetermined objectives. By embracing the essence of Yama's steadfastness, entities can confidently face adversity, knowing they have a structured approach to overcome obstacles and emerge stronger on the other side.

Yama: A Surprisingly Relevant God

Yama's relevance extends far beyond his traditional role as the god of death. In moments of pressure—whether it's meeting deadlines, navigating negotiations, or navigating volatile markets—Yama's wisdom offers invaluable guidance. Embrace his teachings to stay prepared, assess risks meticulously, and make informed decisions. Just as Yama ensures souls transition smoothly, his lessons emphasize the importance of adaptability and resilience in the face of life's challenges. By channeling Yama's essence, individuals and businesses can confidently confront uncertainty, knowing they have the tools to navigate through turbulent waters. So, when the next hurdle arises, remember Yama's timeless wisdom—it's not just about facing death, but about embracing life's inevitable changes with grace and foresight.

Yama's Toolkit for Life's Challenges

Building on the idea of Yama as a symbol for risk management, here are some specific tools he offers for navigating life's uncertainties:

Scenario Planning: Just as Yama oversees the transition to the next realm, we can plan for various "afterlife" scenarios in our projects or businesses. This means brainstorming potential risks and their consequences – both positive and negative.

Cost-Benefit Analysis: Taking a cue from Yama's scales, we can adopt a more balanced approach to decision-making. Instead of focusing solely on potential gains, we can weigh them against potential losses, just as Yama weighs the deeds of the departed.

Developing Backup Plans: Yama's trusty buffalo represents the importance of a strong contingency plan. By having backup options in place, we can react swiftly and decisively when unexpected situations arise.

Building Resilience: The inevitability of death that Yama embodies can be a reminder of life's impermanence. This awareness can foster resilience. Knowing that challenges are inevitable allows us to develop the mental fortitude to bounce back from setbacks.

Acceptance and Letting Go: Yama's role as the usherer of souls can also be seen as a metaphor for letting go. Sometimes, the best course of action is to accept what is beyond our control and focus our energy on what we can influence.

By incorporating these tools from Yama's symbolic toolkit, we can approach life's uncertainties with a sense of control, preparedness, and ultimately, greater peace of mind.

[vitaliadev]

oc, version of Anubis/Death. ~1h30 trying to avoid lineart process like a plague.

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[aicollider]

An epic battle between the deities of Canaanite Mythology and Mayan Mythology.

As you stand in the midst of the epic battle between the deities of Canaanite and Mayan mythology, your heart pounds like a war drum in your chest. The air crackles with energy, a volatile blend of divine power and mortal fear. Your mortal senses are overwhelmed by the sight of titanic figures, each radiating their own fierce charisma. To your left, the Canaanite god of thunder, Ba’al Hadad,…

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He plots from the dark, New Moon's night Opposite of Belobog, his brother in light he of misfortune and ill-fated times The Black God of old, Zcerneboch In the shadows he lies... Ariadne Designs is pleased to bring you Shadow's Reign [Vol.1, V.1], as part of the newest Pantheon chapter Relics of Arkona, which shares interpretations from Slavic folklore & mythology. Shadow's Reign and its variants are representative of Czernobog [Zcerneboch], the "Black god"  who represented death, destruction and darkness. 

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[crucifiedfaerie]

Gods & Monsters ༉₊˚✧

GodOfDeath!Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader AU

(THIS IS A DARK!FIC PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS AND THE AUTHORS NOTE BEFORE PROCEEDING !!!)

➴ Summary: Death has followed you like a shadow your entire life. After losing everything, you call out to him in a moment of desperation. Maybe that was his plan all along.

➴ Playlist: Track 1 | Track 2 | Track 3 | Track 4 | Track 5 | Track 6 | Track 7 | Track 8 (listen in no particular order, these songs just inspired me)

➴ Word Count: 2.2k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI under any circumstances, DARK!FIC, fem!reader, dom!kylo, a lot of angst, BLOOD, major and minor character death, reader is suicidal, kylo is the god of death, kylo is obsessive, selfish, and manipulative, stalker!kylo, reader is naïve, a little soft!kylo bc he loves her but again he's selfish so should i really call it that ??, soul selling, SMUT (manipulation therefore DUB-CON, very rough sex, unprotected PiV sex, sadist!kylo for a second ??, naked sub/fully clothed dom, dacryphilia kind of, light bruising, blasphemy and sacrilege), typos probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: guys did i just lowkey write a snuff fic? maybe. (yes) its left up to you to decide if this has a happy ending or not. kylo is selfish and manipulative, yeah, but hes also sexy and in love so idek how to feel myself. @enviedear and i have been playing around with the idea of godofdeath!kylo in our dms so special thanks to liv my beloved <3 i hope you guys enjoy and i also completely understand if some of you aren't chill with the themes of this fic.

It appeared that death followed you wherever you went, trailing behind you like an invisible shadow you couldn't escape. It started when you were younger with any pet you would get mysteriously dying, you don't know when but at some point you had given up on trying to keep them. Friends and family followed suit over the years, all of them as tragic as the last one. It was as if Death was puppeteering your life, tugging on the strings that held your heart together... and you didn't quite understand why.

You couldn't seem to remember what it was you'd been thinking about on your walk home. Maybe it was what your mother had decided to make for dinner. You stared at the pot still boiling in the eerily quiet kitchen. Or perhaps it was how you had promised your sister you'd play with her when you came home. Your eyes darted to the toys that had been carelessly scattered over the floor of your family's shared bungalow, noticing how a light mist of crimson coated them.

You tried to remember, but one singular word kept interrupting your thoughts. Blood. All you could smell... was blood.

You tried to scream but it was as if the air had been stolen from your lungs. All you could see was red. Red. Red everywhere. On the floors. On the walls. When you saw them, the shriek that escaped your heaving chest pierced the silence of your home, bouncing off the walls and ringing in your ears.

Your family was dead. Slaughtered and discarded on the floor as if they were simply livestock.

As you backed away, you nearly slipped in the puddle you realized you were standing in. The sticky, wet sound your shoes made as you moved was revolting and you felt acid burning at your throat. You stumbled into the living room, just barely making it to the soft carpet before falling to your knees. You heaved, but nothing happened, your empty stomach having nothing for your body to forcibly expel.

You collapsed to the floor, body wracked with sobs. You screamed and screamed until you thought your vocal cords might tear.

Gone. They're all gone.

You don't know how long it had been. Maybe hours, maybe days. You laid there, your screams subsided to sobs and you wanted nothing more than to be with them... No, you wanted to be them.

Why couldn't it have been me? Why my mother? Why my sister? Please, I just want to die. Please Please.

For what felt like an eternity, you silently begged for death. How ironic, you thought, that you begged for the thing that had taken everything from you. You had already dealt with plenty of loss to last you several lifetimes, and now you had lost the last two people you loved. There was no physical pain on this planet that would ever compare to what you felt now. You only wanted it to be over.

You saw something out of the corner of your eye. A tall, dark figure, lurking in the shadowy corner of the room. You looked up, attempting to blink the tears from your raw eyes, unable to make out any distinct features of the being that stood before you.

"You- Did you do this?!" You sobbed. "Did you k-kill my..." You couldn't even say it. If you said it out loud, that meant it was real.

The figure stepped forward, allowing light from the window to cast down upon him. Your teary eyes widened as you realized who this man... this being, was. The aquiline nose, dark locks, and scar that trailed down his cheek you'd recognize anywhere. Kylo Ren, the God of Death, stood before you. You had only heard of him in legends, but he was even more marvelous looking in person.

"I do not take. I only collect." Ren said firmly, yet a hint of compassion laced his words, making you feel... safe? In any other situation, you would have laughed at the idea of feeling safe around the literal personification of death itself, but you were in no mood for laughing. He continued. "I hear souls call out to me, and I answer."

"My family... who did this? Why wasn't I-" You choked out, weakly pointing to the adjacent room behind you. You began to sob again, feeling hot tears run down your face.

"Raiders..." Ren knelt on the floor in front of you, getting down to your level before continuing. "Sweet, mourning lamb, there's nothing you could have done. They went quickly, I made sure of that." He reached out a large hand to gingerly wipe the tears from your face, and you melted into the divine warmth of his fingers.

"Did you come b-back for me too? Please, I don't want to be here anymore- I can't do it without them, please! I'm nothing!" You begged him through sobs.

"Not to me." Ren sighed calmly, a sympathetic smile resting on his expression. "I do not answer the calls of souls whose time are not up... but you're different, special..." He trailed off, his voice still firm but sounding like he was was pondering something.

"I don't understand..." Your voice was just above a whisper.

Ren paused for a moment, the two of you sitting in silence as his dark eyes scanned yours. He held out his hand to you and finally spoke. "I want you to join me. Let it all die, let everything go, and I will give you what you so wish for."

Your eyes widened at his request, staring into his intense gaze. "Join you?" You croaked.

He nodded slightly. "Rule by my side, little lamb. I feel so drawn to you, I always have... And I know you've felt it too." His tone was soft, but there was a small shred of desperation there.

"And everyone I love? My family and friends?... Will I see them again?" You began to turn your head to look at the door to the kitchen, but a strong hand grabbed your chin at light speed, turning your head to look at him again.

"No- You're still... Holding on! Let go!" Ren raised his voice, startling you. He was inches from your face and his eyes were filled with pure panic, as if he were afraid you were changing your mind.

Memories of your family and friends played like a movie reel in your head. So many moments that you'd never get back. They were gone, and you'd never see them again. What's done is done and you had nothing now.

But as you stared into Ren's wild, dark eyes, you saw an offer being handed to you that you couldn't refuse. An option to never be alone again. To forget every detail of your life as it stands. To not feel the pain that laid so heavily on your heart and soul.

I understand.

You inhaled sharply before placing your shaking and much smaller hand in his. "I'll join you." You said it so quietly, you weren't sure if he had even heard it.

Ren certainly did, however, and within seconds he pounced, closing the gap between you. It was as if your words were an invitation he had been eagerly waiting for and his warm lips crashed into your cold, trembling ones. You felt every emotion at once coursing through your body, and you thought you might spontaneously combust at any moment.

The kiss of death.

He did not pull away though, he only continued to kiss you with more urgency. He pushed you backwards until your back was pressed against the plush carpet. When you touched him, he felt like he was made of marble. As if you needed any more emphasis on the fact that this was no human man that loomed over you.

Ren's large hands began to explore your body, his fingers running along your sides, causing a warm bolt of electricity to shoot through your core. You instinctually moaned against his mouth, and you felt him smirk.

He trailed his mouth down your neck, leaving red and purple marks, before pulling away to admire his work. "You already look so divine in this life... I can't begin to imagine what you'll look like in the next." Ren's voice was low, smooth, and his words dripped with honey. It elicited another moan from you, causing him to let out a dark chuckle.

At near light speed, he practically ripped your clothes off, pulling your shirt over your head first before making quick work of your pants and underwear. You were left naked and writhing on the floor as you watched him work at his belt, kneeling over you.

You couldn't help but think of how morally wrong this all was. This was no simple kiss of death... No, this was blasphemous. Sacrilegious in every sense of the word and you... loved it. You loved how your body betrayed you every chance it got, ignoring every single alarm bell that rang in the part of your brain that clutched onto what little was left of your sanity. It was exhilarating.

With quick fingers, Ren freed his cock from the confines of his pants, causing it to spring upwards. You marveled at him, wondering if maybe this was his weapon of choice. Maybe he would impale you on his dick and literally fuck you to death. You saw him smirk as if he had heard your thought. He most certainly did.

You watched, your body trembling, as he lined himself up with your entrance. Ren did not give you a moment to think before slamming himself into you, bottoming out within seconds. Your view of him was clouded by white-hot stars and he watched as your face contorted from the pain and pleasure of being split in two by him.

Ren's thrusts were erratic, unrelenting as he plowed into your cunt. His fingers dug into your hips, surely leaving bruises... not that it would matter tomorrow. You were completely cock drunk, under some divine spell he had surely cast over you. "Feels... s-s-so.... g-" You trailed off, lost in the violent pleasure he inflicted on your small frame.

He chuckled at your futile attempt to form a sentence. "Look at you, little lamb. Already coming undone at my hand. You want release so badly don't you?" His voice was full of compassion but his words were laced with darkness.

You knew it wasn't only your impending climax that he was referring to. You whined, your eyes welling with tears as you nodded frantically. "Please." You let out in a choked sob.

Ren let out a moan and angled his hips to thrust into you deeper, hitting your g-spot again and again with each erratic snap of his hips. He leaned down slowly, his hair tickling your cheek. "Then let go, sweet thing. Let everything go." He whispered in your ear.

You became putty in Ren's hands as you came, clenching around his cock as he continued to violently plow into you. His lips found yours and he kissed you with wild desperation. After a few more thrusts, he followed suit, bottoming out one last time and letting out a groan as he came deep inside of your cunt.

As you came down from your high, you watched hazily as he fumbled with something on the side of his belt. Ren looked down at you with adoration, and with a swift movement of his hand, you felt ice-cold metal pressed against your naked chest.

When you looked down, it took you a moment to process what had happened. Ren had impaled you through the chest with his lightsaber... yet you felt no pain. Only an intense warmth that radiated through every cell of your body.

Your eyes darted up to his face, illuminated in the crimson glow of his weapon. His expression was soft, attentive. You tried to speak but only a choked whine came out, the air having been stolen from your lungs by the fiery plasma that crackled inside of you.

Ren quickly brought his hand up to hold the side of your face, wiping stray tears and gently stroking your jaw with his thumb. You didn't even realize you had started crying again and you began to taste copper. "Shhh, don't be frightened my mourning lamb. It will all be over soon, just let go... Let go, and you will be mine forever..." His voice was deep but it had a sickeningly sweet quality to it.

You couldn't fully decipher what he was saying, so you focused on how nice he sounded instead. How merciful, you thought, for this voice to be the last one you'd ever hear on this mortal plane.

Your vision began to tunnel in on Ren's face. You thought you heard him call you his mourning lamb. What was it you were mourning again? You couldn't seem to remember what originally got you into this situation. You couldn't seem to remember anything. Anything besides Kylo Ren, that is.

"Finally... At last, you are mine."

The last thing you saw was the smile on his face. There was something... dark about it. His eyes were intense and he looked excited, as if he were finally getting something he'd been waiting ages for. Before you could dwell on it for too long though, everything went black.