#deityshipping

[osseincactus]

Volo and Esilio designs I made for @bl00dblight's Volo wins au (Damned Apotheosis)

Descriptions taken from their Instagram:

Volo:

New year, new...universe? With Volo's vanquishment of Arceus complete, a new world is born. You, everyone you know, and all the Pokémon that once inhabited the vast world vanished in an instant, as if they'd never been. But is it truly a "better" world that Volo sought? Not at all. There may be no more Arceus, no more selfish creator who let suffering run rampant, but now Volo has to burden the role of creator and Deity. Such a task is far too much for any human, and Volo discovers that hubris has arrived for him under the veil of what he thought was all of his desires. This was never meant to happen. Yet, it has, and now suffering is the main piece of the new universe due to Volo's negligence. The world is unstable, filled with holes within reality's seams, and the humans and Pokémon must all learn to thrive together in the light of a Deity evermore silent than Arceus. Being a God is not a job for a human, and now Volo has fallen more than ever from his dreams of a better world. What is he to do now with no more knowledge to seek or riddles to solve? ... Continue to wear his hair in the most obnoxious Arceus style you've ever seen, I guess.

Esilio:

But who said suffering had to be alone…?

Bound by love and the same desire to conquer Arceus and create a new universe free of strife, Esilio joins Volo under the title of Deity. While Volo is the creator, Esilio is the upholder. One holds what Arceus and Giratina once cultivated (the Celestial Realm where Volo and Esilio lay, the Pokémon world where people and Pokémon thrive, and the Distortion World which is under constant pressure in attempt to correct and balance the faults in space-time), and the other takes Palkia and Dialga's roles regarding space and time. However, none of this maintenance is as simple as either thought it would be, and thus the universe they created is unstable. They are simply trying their best to keep things together while also ignoring the mistake they've made. They've utterly failed in regards of being unlike Arceus. Yet, together they will remain, having each other's backs as they've always promised. After all, Esilio doesn't have all the knowledge that Volo does. Perhaps there remains hope for Volo's love of sharing his findings with his partner. Esilio still holds the gifts of his husband close, and supports him in any way he can. Even when both are utterly miserable and just want to lay around and do nothing.

[chaoscharred]

' Eliphas could you do- ' ' Our Will! Could you tell us- ' ' LEAVE HERE- ' ' Will, our Will we need you to- ' ' Could you aid us to- '

Eliphas had NEVER known a desire for silence like today, it honestly made him grateful for his artificial nature granting him the ability to DO half the things he'd been requested that day. But alas even those not made of flesh and bone have their limits, and frankly- Eliphas had reached a level of ceasing to care that was a new high for him. Not helped by his illness in the least..

Regardless of passerby or conversation, the moment he spotted Alkanah he was quick to disregard the prior engagement, hanging himself over the other as he nuzzled into his golden locks as if he were keen to sleep there.

" I shall only be a moment.. " He sighed, Don's natural Chaos Aura already feeling like the sweetest ambrosia to his tired form. " Please tell me it's noon... "

| From @ordershound aka sometimes eliphas is allowed to be a Mood |

The day had been quite the storm from waking and onward. Naturally, the Guardian of Chaos had been attempting his best to help with the work flow, but with little personal duties to attend, he had stolen away to tend his garden.

The swarms of denizens trailing like lost helpless dogs (oh, the irony), coupled with that look he knew all to well on Eliphas' face. . .

Well, if when his golden rose wasn't looking, Alkanah sent the crowd a type of stare for which had been infamous to cause thunder booms back on Barian World, then it was entirely within justice.

With a soft 'tut', Alkanah responded. "It is middle morning."

He leaned his head back as well as he was able, bringing his hand towards Eliphas' to intertwine them. Holding them to his chest, where the warmth of his heart lied.

"Perhaps something could happen to us both, today, hm? Something like once long ago, at a grand celebration~?"

[sphinxlosestheirmind]

Eliphas and Don Thousand as Orpheus and Eurydice respectively.

I’ll probably write some small fic with this idea but it’s been rattling in my head so I want to share some notes

-Thematically the idea of Eliphas, stickler for rules that he is, being so overcome by his love (as Orpheus was) that he needs to turn around to see Don Thousand and makes sure he’s okay is tragic to me

-I love the version in which Eurydice trips and Orpheus turns around to make sure she’s okay, so that’s likely the one I’ll use if I write this

-I love Enna but I don’t want to put her in either role here because her character isn’t as strong in any specific aspect (that we know of at least) for her to be intriguing here. Sure, I could write her to be, but it’s more interesting to me for these two to be those characters

-Don Thousand as Eurydice.. for once the one being reached for rather than the one doing the reaching.. for once not being the one to fight for his beliefs, even if they are twisted and cruel, but being fought for just because of who he is. Just because Eliphas loves him. I’m sick about them.

They’re very tragic to me..

[god-complex-narrative]

"I was chosen for a second chance at life

I am the watcher now I watch for all of time!"

In the 1920s, films were just taking off, and motion pictures were the place to be for young Mr. Samael Scriven. His first day as a writer, he was gifted a Typewriter from an uncle...

But he didn't have family, and what he was writing was coming true. He pulled the strings, now.

Characters:

Samael, the Screenwriter. (he/it, explosive temperament, manic, creative.)

Samael is eccentric, often erratic and quick to thinking morbidly. An OSDD-1b system host with at least one other known alter.

Partner to the new Apollo, he shares deityship with them to ensure they would live eternally together, the powers unfortunately exploited under the Serpent's influence.

When Samael was killed by his own character, the Serpent was dislodged within him, and he wants it back.

The Scribe. (It, calm, collected, quiet).

The Scribe began to front more after Samael died, setting forth to right the wrongs he made. Its eye sockets bleed eternally, eyes lost in what it describes as divine punishment.

It is often quick to reign Samael in and keep him from succeeding in the frayed plans he desperately wants to fulfill.

Semi Literate,

My Roleplay Rules:

Talk to me if you're going to try serious harm, controlling, or otherwise altering their state.

I am probably not going to do anything romantic with anyone besides my partner, Apollo but you can flirt with me

Give me a head's up before doing paranoia inducing shit please.

Tags:

Fanmail... - Asks.

Script In progress... - RP Threads

That's a wrap! -Finished Threads.

Inspiration. - Starter memes

About. - oc tidbits

Auteur incarnate - art of Screenwriter/Scribe.

Behind the Scenes. - ooc

[toomagazineperfection]

God and seek likes

A goat in English price was where there is lies and thought. She was rough translations of the text she wrote. She knew me like red eye kajol and kurta likes of the music she listened. She would look like God in every stance of hair. Her shine ons were the thing that needed a lie. She was her. She was lie. She knew it. She knows me. She knew lie. An impending reach. A lie which shares that dark eerie of a beautiful mouth. Her so excited smile of her cake. She knows the singer of the movie song for it is her name. She was her goat lie. And she knew the thing of making my lie would be shining her confidence on me for a reach second. She was Godly. She knew God for she is. She was a reaching lie to the deityship of her Kajol and seeking device. She was.

Sunidhi

[reneees]

A shine of faith

A sheep and a half,a love that was a lie in her zeher,her Begum was a half-life that ook pane walled ice in her keep.She was a godsend deityship of er Earth.Her wish was that she exhibited honesty in her doing.A sturdy jackets like Peheras.A fuss cusk splintered in a lie that she was honest.She was honestly a zone and a lie that slept in her zone gam.Her class,her exuberance,her penchant,her lie.She was nothing and none only.She is spill poet in Tumblr accounts,she feels guilt honesty.She was a sturdy man,se was strengthening her mane and house and her lie.She was a Sunaina and a half.She was described her Sheeheras.She was a Badla.She was a desh.She was her Kamra,she was her soil deep deity that slept.A house bought by her,her pap begun Sahiba.A lover and father are one.They don’t sex.They don’t die,they live.They live like movers and dyers.A kiss like hers was also mine.Also mine.An ant of annography.A Roop Fhaan.Harvana na mukabla.Ne Nisha de Badla,de kiddie.De baddies.She was a chartered accountant.

[arabella555bbbb]

She was urging her to keep her rose.her rose messaged her saying she had nice hair.she was carrousal at the heart of deep.her valentine betrayed her heart and took succumbed ice walls at her feet.she was coldly pursusome.she was holy like the poets.she was close to me.she was like sunrise's heaven.her heavenly alkaline drew breaths of air that took suprise faiths.her butterfly's new faith.she knew faith to be her lover's bedroom.her drawing fists and eating funny moons knew no leaps.she was categorising moonberry and faith into twist berry.she was holding cool collousal figures and wearing their thin ice.their ice was cold to freezing time and death knew not a bound.her faith in me lied a heaven.she was godly like her saving earth.she was wisdom embarking on faith's trajectory.of faith she knew no time.she knew time as well as sufficient teeth to claw.she was furnished walls.she was speaking faith and twisted time.she knew not of her deep embrical faith and lived like a deep earth's deity.she was holding deep courageous fist faiths to eat hers alive.her faith was of the deityship and was living like death's air.she was in large hoping for a closure.she was begging her fist and teeth to tell her antique teeth goodbye and eat like lover's leap.

[daedaluscried]

" ... Have you brought a story to my altar? " She was still new, in the grand scheme of things, to her deityship. The words, as much as they echoed and bellowed through the halls, still held a sense of... confusion.

@x-whiskeylullaby-x

[shifuto]

(Hypersexual Don Thousand X Asexual Eliphas headcanon)

Don Thousand: You never initiate anything...

Eliphas: I literally do not care? What do you want me to do? Fuck you on a table?

Don Thousand: Y-YEAH??? That would be pretty nice actually...

Eliphas: Really? Well, you could've told me so.

Don Thousand: Hmm, yeah but... I wish you'd do something on your own sometimes too...

Eliphas: That's not going to happen, you know that. But you can always ask me and tell me what you want.

Don Thousand: But that's no fun.

Eliphas: Nothing I can do about that.

Don Thousand: Hmm... right...

Eliphas: Do you want to do it now or what? I'm hard.

Don Thousand: YOU WHAT NOW?!?!

Eliphas: Stop stalling and get your ass over here.

(Later that day)

Don Thousand: That was not a good idea, my back hurts.

Eliphas: See? And this is why I told you to tell me what you want.

Don Thousand: You got a point.

Eliphas: Of course I do.

Don Thousand: Buzzkill.

Eliphas: And yet, you keep coming back for more.

Don Thousand: (You got a hot body...)

Eliphas: You got a body too.

Don Thousand: Hahaha fuck off.

[dualumina]

THIS IS A KEYSHIPPING ONLY BLOG

THIS IS A KEYSHIPPING ONLY BLOG WITH SOME DEITYSHIPPING [DON THOUSAND x ELIPHAS]

THIS IS A KEYSHIPPING ONLY BLOG WITH SOME DEITYSHIPPING & I GUESS MUTINYSHIPPING JUST HAD TO JOIN THE PARTY

[thatnamelessbutler]

(OoC: show us your results pls)

((ooc: the first is what i got from me as a persona. answers different to the ones i was drawn to

the second is made purely what my mind was pulled to. the ones fitting the mode i am in

either way, there is one more thing. one more thing, typed in the first result and sent in the second.

i yearn for peace. i yearn for meetings and platonic love. i yearn for soft cuddles, sweet moments, gentle stirs of your pale diamond whom you have yearned to hold for long. i yearn for saying "i love you," and meaning it. i yearn for saying that and others hearing; i yearn for the knowledge of something all your own, no one else can see when it is in plain sight. i yearn for the time when they must leave, and i yearn for the moment in which you are reunited and can hold each other yet again. i yearn for a pale love. i yearn for a diamond branded in your heart, which no one can put a name on except those who know.

you know whom i mean; the pale love everyone holds. you feel it as you see your life, your soul glowing pale for all those fleeting loves. the seconds you see other people happy, see them loving and in turn feeling love yourself.

the ones you stay with. the ones you talk to. the ones you both help. the ones you always say "i love you". those are your pale loves. those are the ones i love.

this is what i live for. the paleship humans feel and cannot hope to describe. this is what we live for.))

[osseincactus]

Today's the one year anniversary of pla!!! I have 2 nasty pictures to post but Dio refuses to let me put the other one on the same post as the one for them so here! For @bl00dblight!

[blood-falling]

The God of Night, apparently he's also a very powerful God. He called Sinclair an amateur God and said that you're just a demon.

Oh, him.

Sinclair, I would not call him an amateur, but he is just not as powerful. He's half god, a mortal gifted deityship to share. Apollo, whatever that means to you, split down the middle.

[saint-nevermore]

Smaugust day 31 - Deity

Drakken, Minor Deity of Dragons, part of the Council of Creation.

It is 2 am, and this is a good three weeks late, and I've already wrote about Drake a few times, so I'll just tag some of the stuff! He's a deity who's creations were among the most successful on Terra, who lived among the big-wigs until he was manipulated by a colleague who wanted more than a minor deityship.

Backstory | True Form | Tag

[ask-ethari-anything]

You better pray this deity never finds a reason to visit the material plane by herself, unless you want near-eternal darkness and full moon till the other primal deities think about restoring balance.

Oh dear, love. I'm afraid you lost me at "pray"...

...Perhaps you'd like to tell me the ups and downs of deityship over a nice hot cup of tea? There's a full Moon on and my horns are tingling!

[attollogame]

You mentioned before that Sysba was worshipped as a deity and I was just wondering if we could know more about that?

Absolutely!! 

I’ll actually give you a run down that includes their worship, alongside a few other fun facts! 

Sysba’s Origins: A Brief, and Scrappy, Version. 

As we know, Sysba was originally known as ‘Ymnar, formed into creation by Ngyr-Korath in the Deep Space realm to serve him, and only him. Essentially, Sysba was originally a ‘God’ in that they were a cosmic horror. People knew about Sysba’s existence before Sysba’s exile. Lemme break this down for you. 

Pre-Exile

Sysba essentially did not have a conscious of their own for a long period of time. As stated, they were formed into existence when Ngyr-Korath split a part of himself and gave it life. Sysba’s initial purpose was to seduce intelligence and persuade it to swear itself to Ngyr-Korath, thus increasing Ngyr-Korath’s powers. Through interaction with intelligent beings, as well as the other Gods, Sysba began to develop a conscious. They began to develop autonomy. And with this development of autonomy, a desire to no long be in a subservient position began to grow. Sysba developed a great deal of skills through their service, and finally had the mind to apply these skills for their own benefit.

So they did.

Sysba turned their charm and their own intelligence on Ngyr-Korath who, oblivious to the mutiny that his servant was about to enact, was lulled by Sysba into a docile state. Once Ngyr-Korath entered this state, Sysba made their move, killing the old God and absorbing his body and, thusly, his abilities. 

Sysba was, alarmingly, now one of the most powerful deities. But their ambition didn’t end with their former master. Ngyr-Korath was known for his rage and his insatiable hunger, and the consumption of his body and soul forced these consequences onto Sysba, who began to consume not only the stars, but other lesser Gods as well. As a consequence, the Older Gods worked together to consequently exile Sysba to the very place they despised the most - Earth. The act of doing this came at a great cost and, in turn, 2 other deities were sent to Earth to keep an eye on Sysba and ensure they cannot return to their former power. 

Exile

As soon as Sysba hit earth, they knew that they wouldn’t survive without gaining favor. Although they were a being of destruction, Sysba had learned from Ngyr-Korath the art of seduction of man, and gradually Sysba began to amount their own following by granting powers and gifts to those that came to them. Sysba was soon revered as a gracious and benign deity. Once this was established, Sysba began to show their true colours.

They demanded higher costs for their favors, starting with grain percantages, to cattle, to an individuals own hand, to requests of their children and kin. The followers of Sysba obliged because the gifts that Sysba gave were so rewarding. If they ever tried to protest, Sysba would perform something akin to ‘gaslighting’ in that they’d persuade the objecting follower that they simply weren’t seeing the benefits, and would then encourage the other members of the following to dispose of the protestor. 

Sysba lived like this, with bountiful blood sacrifices and service, for several yers. Until the 2 other deities sent to watch them stepped in and, while taking the form of divine representatives, revealed that Sysba was sewing the seeds of discord and hate amongst their followers. The revelation broke Sysba’s grip over the followers and Sysba was forced to flee, lest they be slaughtered by their own following. 

Pre-Attollo

Post cult incident, Sysba took on the role of a traveler. They spent many years in various courts and positions of authority, continuing to sew discord and hate amongst those they interacted with. Sysba spent an enjoyable amount of time in China during the era of the Three Kingdoms, in Europe during the Great Famine and subsequent Plague years, and played fiddle as an advisor on numerous courts ranging from British to Russian monarchies. 

Sysba was evidently drawn to Attollo by an underlying sensation. They became aware that something quite significant was about to occur in the city and, being the hungry entity that they are, they sought to make the most of it. Sysba was in Attollo for several years before The Rapture, and is cited as one of the reasons that crime began to go on a heavy rise. It was in Attollo, as well, that Sysba gradually began to rebuild the original deityship that they held. This was cut short when Then, the two other deities entered Attollo as well, and when the walls went up around Attollo these deities subsequently added extra locks to ensure that Sysba was unable to leave as well.

And so, Sysba has been in Attollo ever since.