#mythos and mortals

[reckless-glitch]

someone finish this map i'm working on and put it in roll20 and add all the light effects for me please 😭 why must I be a high effort dm this shit sucks

[reckless-glitch]

Guys look at my terrible terrible cursed bbeg

Full color commission for @reckless-glitch of her character Avidan. Thank you!

[cryptidbait]

Pseudo Subscorp Week 2024

Day 4: Candle

Day 5: Wand

Imagining Kuai Liang is searching through old, abandoned shrines/buildings and finds wand. And with him being dragon, just oh, new thing to add to the hoard (because I think he likes uniques and trinkets and knowledge). And when his magics make contact with the wand, WALAH his frenemy (?) Hanzo the shinigami appears ✨

[crystalbeastsquidney]

He fell off the wind temple level again, scroll up to make him fall faster

[dilfsona]

People getting mad about incest in the epic fandom is like going to a park and being mad there are birds.

[ni0x]

I fear I am not immune to the dark magic that is Epic the musical

[piperscharm]

Ataraxy in the Mountains

by LifelongFlowerGal (aka me!)

Nico was helping Chiron in the mountains. Doing laundry, collecting herbs for his medicine, et cetera. He enjoyed helping the old horse, his little spot on the mountain was serene. It even was serene when a boy of about 19 or so came along. Nico never expected it to be, he viewed Chiron’s visitors to be distracting and prideful. However, this boy proved to be anything but time and time again.

[hecates-corner]

more Aphrodite and her mortal lover por favor? *hopeful eyes*

Of COURSE! Me encanta escribir esta historia.

How about a nice little POV switch, hm?

She is as lovely the poets paint her. As the bards sing her to be.

My lady is warm as sun-blessed honey, swift-running and golden as the very voice she beholds. Even in her mortal form, the very one that drew me in like a frail moth to a flickering flame, her eyes shine blue as the cresting sea: now light, and now dark. The bubbles of the tide are painted into the hue, white flecks that could very well be misplaced stars in the sky of broad daylight.

Her olive skin glints like bronze, the corn color of her hair flowing down it as a stream tumbles down gentle rocks of a cliff. Her hands, small and smooth, with lightly visible veins, twist and fly through the air as we dance with one another. The rosy dawn cannot hold a candle to the flush on her high cheeks, as plush and pink as the roses that grow where I would come to lay.

We run, through a field of rustling grain, wind whistling as it blows through each strand. The bright sky begins to rumble, a horde of swelling clouds growing dark, moving in towards us. We know of the drops, of the cold tears that will fall when those cotton clumps swarm our once-vast, shrinking skies.

She turns, enough to tilt her teasing form towards me, and extends a hand. It curls out, her graceful wrist like the neck of a sweet swan, bending just so to lay her paled palm flat. An invitation.

When I take it, she laughs, laughs, and it is of falling feathers, snow white and soft. It is the unfurling petals of a waking blossom, and the scent of apples in the breeze. She is perfect, though I did not think a word to exist.

My Aphrodite guides me, out bare feet leaping and landing upon soft earth, the soil that will soon be damp with water from the domain of my love's familiar, lord of cloud. Was he chasing us, pursuing us then? I could not say, for I thought of no one but her. Though I did not think so. We were small and unimportant to such a great gaze, especially then. To us, the world was not ours, nor were we owned. We simply were.

She led me gently over a hollow log, dark and soft with impending rot, and we were there.

Together we tumbled backwards, as she tugged me into her embrace and we landed upon the spongey moss that cushioned our fall. I laughed, then, louder than before. Giggles that shook us both, holding fast and clutching one another gently, for we knew neither of us would escape.

Mortals fear gods will come to them in forms of doves, of oxen or bulls, in showers of light. Some fear gods will leave them the same ways. I did not feel weary of either. My dearest was many things, but I knew her, for how little we had been acquainted.

The skies rumbled again, vibrating deep within the earth. The sound of the rain began to approach earshot, incessant white noise of the showering pull. It smelled of rain.

A fig tree loomed over us, shielding the remaining sun and the imminent rain from our skins, and casting the gentle comfort of its matronly power over us.

I pressed my face into her neck, her soft locks like myrtles crushed beneath my cheek. She let me nuzzle my nose into the underside of her jaw, feeling out the sweet concavity of the bone. I kissed the space there, where tongue tissue connected with the muscle inside of her mouth.

She hummed, contentedly. "My dear," she spoke, so smoothly and with such ease that it would have brought tears to my eyes at the loveliness. "If we do not return to your home soon, we will be caught in the haze of the storm."

I chuckled. "You do not think I hope for such?"

She was quiet, but even I could feel the grin spread on her lips. She need not say a word, just the buzz of the laugh in her throat was enough for me.

The clouds consumed the sky, and drops dripped from their vastness, dropping down and rolling like sips of water down thirsty throats. The chilly tears landed sweetly upon us, one by one, dissonantly. I tipped my chin up to watch her blink a drop from her dark lashes.

"Do you truly look like this?" I asked.

She was curious. Not surprised, simply curious.

"The way you see me?" She closed her eyes, in place of where a head shake would be. "No."

"No?"

She laughed, a songbird's throaty call. "I appear differently to every mortal. But I know how they see me." Aphrodite cast me a knowing glance. "Blonde, and blue eyed? That is your peak of beauty?"

I flushed. "Like the ocean, and the sand over which it drapes."

She snorted. "Like the children of Zeus."

My hand flew up and swatted her shoulder gently, her body rocking harder with larger giggles. "Oh, please, my lady. Do not scorn me."

"I do not, love." My Aphrodite laughed. "I simply wonder what beauty is to you."

"You are beauty to me," I replied, much too quickly to have been untrue. "In whatever form you may take."

She paused, but there was no word to speak, no comment to mutter. She simply was, and so I was, too. Silence enveloped us, the comfortable and easy quiet that cupped us so gently.

At last, she spoke.

"I do have a true form." Aphrodite said.

I waited. "You do?"

"Yes." She spoke, simply.

Perhaps I could have said a million things: show me, or what shape does your hair hold? Or asked if she even had hair.

But I did not. I did not say any of those, or anything close.

"Good." I said, because it was the only thing I needed to say.

[grandcrossoverworldbuilding]

Multiverse

Written by InfamousEmpire

Across the reaches of creation, there are a near infinite number of worlds both within and beyond the universe which form an infinite tapestry beyond comprehension. This is what is often called the Multiverse, and the worlds among it are many and varied.

The smallest and most simple of these worlds are known as Realms. Realms are realities adjacent to their primary universe, often even overlapping with or corresponding to certain locations within the universe. Realms are smaller than universes, most being the size of a planet, though some can be as large as galaxies. The endless litany of Realms that surround the universe is often called the Megaverse by travelers.

The origins of Realms are many and varied, some are natural byproducts of universal functions, while others were artificially created by the efforts of deities or other such powerful entities. The physical laws of Realms are equally variable, some operate by the standard laws of physics, while others, colloquially known as Hyperspace Realms, are wildly different, often to the point of incomprehensibility.

The stability of the Megaverse is sustained by the Nexus of All Realities, the central trunk of the grand metaphorical tree that is reality and has a near-infinite series of forms & manifestations in different corners of reality. Its many forms include Sigil, the city of doors connected to all realities, the Wanderer’s Library, an eldritch & near-infinite storehouse of all knowledge, and the Dark Tower, a massive spire at the heart of the distant realm of Mid-World. Regardless of how it manifests, damaging or even destroying the Nexus would have significant consequences for the entire Megaverse.

Travel to and between Realms is accomplished through a variety of methods. The most common form of travel is through the use of special Trees which grow across the Megaverse, most often in the void between dimensions. These trees possess the ability to open rifts between worlds, but since direct contact with them is dangerous and often comes with disastrous side effects, most dimensional travelers reduce them to a more manageable state, such as storing them within engines or using their bark to make Dimensional Scissors.

Another reliable form of travel is through a series of localized wormholes known as Cross Gates, which form a network that connects various realms to each other. The Gates were originally created untold millennia ago by a malevolent species known as the Einst in an attempt to return to the main Universe through the creation of various wormholes. This project ultimately proved fruitless, as the only worlds he could access were alternate Realms, but it did have the unintended consequence of giving these worlds easy access to each other. The ultimate result of this was the Endless Frontier, a network of 777,777,776 Realms locked in a state of endless war between the thirsting Gods known as Demiurges.

Most elusive of all, though, is the power of Planeswalking, the ability to travel between Realms at will. Planeswalkers are born with the Spark of that power within their very souls, but most awaken it at a later time. Most Planeswalkers are treated with either fear or reverence by those who travel the worlds, but the nature of their power also makes them a target for those who would use it for their own purposes.

As a form of self-defense against potentially destabilizing factors from the beyond, each individual realm has an individual, or individuals, chosen from among the realm’s populace by its cosmic functions to defend it against extradimensional incursions when the need arises.

On some occasions, Realms overlap with each other or the main Universe in some way, allowing for easy physical travel between the two without trouble. Such overlap is exceedingly rare but not unheard of, with the most notable example being the Sol System, from which a great number of worlds can be accessed through a dimensional rift which permeates the Kuiper Belt. On even rarer occasions, such overlap goes even further to the point of the realms outright merging, with the most common way for this to happen being through the Mortal Kombat tournament, a formalized martial arts tournament overseen by the Elder Gods in which realms might settle disputes without disrupting the cosmic balance, with the realm that issued the challenge getting to absorb the opposing realm if they defeat their Champions.

While the reaches of the Megaverse are vast and almost unfathomable, they are but one facet of what is often called the Multiverse, an even larger sea of alternate versions of the Universe and its adjacent realms. There are two observed types of worlds in the Multiverse: Alternate Timelines and Alternate Universes. 

An Alternate Timeline is formed as a natural consequence of quantum mechanics, as when significant events occur, the various equally valid outcomes of such events branch off into their own worlds, each containing slight differences which reverberate and grow more apparent over time. Multiversal groups often categorize Timelines as being extensions of the Universe they branched off from.

Alternate Universes, on the other hand, are simply different because of their very nature rather than any specific point of divergence. Often speculated to be because of a divergence at the Big Bang itself, Alternate Universes vary wildly in their nature, some possessing a similar makeup to each other, even down to the same planets and histories, while others are wildly divergent even to the point of having different laws of physics, and others straddle the line, possessing disturbing similarities despite wild divergences. This is often called the Law of Dimensional Inertia, in which some Universes (often classified as being “closer” to each other) may be unnaturally similar despite there being no logical reason for these similarities to exist. Universes are categorized numerically, starting from 1.

Travel across the Multiverse (called Parachronics by scientists) is significantly harder than travel between realms. Between timelines, travel can be accomplished by traversing the waters of the timestream itself, most commonly performed with the use of Wormholes and devices made to survive the temporal tides, often known as Time Ships.

Traveling to Alternate Universes, meanwhile, is nearly impossible outside the use of Special Trees, which allow for travel across the Multiverse as well as the Megaverse. Study of the trees within the field of Parachronics has similar results to inter-realm travel, allowing for the creation of Parachronic Engines and Quantum Conveyors. Though since much fewer Special Trees link to Alternate Timelines and Universes, these devices are much rarer than their Megaversal Counterparts.

Due to these limitations, few people or organizations possess the means to lay claim to or conquer a significant amount of the Multiverse or timestream, though it is not unheard of. The most prominent case of this is the Time Variance Authority, an atemporal organization which manages the timelines surrounding Universe 1 by erasing every one of them except for the “Sacred Timeline” which they have dictated to be “perfect”, and thus the only timeline within Universe 1 which deserves to exist.

Separating both realms & universes from each other is a non-space which is known to most as the Void, though some refer to it by other names, such as the Phantom Zone, the Astral Sea, and the Washington Wonderland. The Void lacks even basic principles such as time & space, with the closest things to landmarks in the expanse being Special Trees and the drifting corpses of dead gods. The non-space is sometimes used as a prison by beings of the Multiverse, a fate generally considered worse than death, with the lucky prisoners merely frozen in time, while others are warped or eroded away by extended contact with the Void.

Beyond even the known Multiverse is the realm simply known as The Abyss, a massive tear in the fabric of existence itself made up of worlds, people, & ideas so fundamentally twisted that the Multiverse rejected their existence. The residents of this fragmented orrery, The Prim, crave nothing more than to make themselves part of the true Multiverse, uncaring of the untold horror and destruction they bring along with them. 

Of the many threats which emerge from the Abyss, among the most consistent and dangerous ones across all realities is Jagganoth the Scarlet King. In almost every universe and timeline, Jagganoth is born into the Megaverse but eventually fled to the Abyss as the first stage in a grand war waged against creation itself. Every version of the Scarlet King is an immense threat to existence, and his eternal campaign to annihilate reality is one of the greatest conflicts existence has ever known.

[broccwalker]

Mortal Kombat 1 guest line up if NetherRealm Studios weren't fucking stupid

[reckless-glitch]

you guys i put off planning my session again and now I have 7 hours and no ideas

[askthe-littlepoet]

Sooo- how is the Ichor genitalia?

"This is not what I meant by getting that 'godly dick.'"

[percabeth4life]

Anubis is one of the oldest gods in Egyptian mythology but in the kane chronicles they chose to depict him as a teenager?

I mean, Apollo is traditionally depicted as a youthful man, though I do not know of Anubis being depicted as a younger man generally mythologically. He has been associated with Hermes, who is generally close with Apollo so could draw from that.

But really I think Rick was just wanting a youthful God &/ wanted the love triangle so...

[kissofthemuses]

Divine intrafamilial dynamics is so damn interesting to me. (Yes this is brought on by CR: Downfall, leave me alone).

But like, looking at Hera's relationships specifically. It's so complex despite so many people just ruing to simplify it down to "evil step-mother just flat out hates her step-kids". It's not at all that simple.

She loves and hates so many within the pantheon, those feelings constantly at odds with each other but both being true simultaneously.

Even looking at those she hates or has hated but hate has cooled to general disdain because she understands that both they and their roles within the pantheon/family are necessary in some form.

Even them, she feels some form of protectiveness over. Even though she may actively scheme against them, may do what ever she can to hurt them at times, there's something there that she can neither name nor admit to that connects them on a deeper level.

[king-nyx]

Leto: Hopefully Astraea has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.

Astraea : Oh, shut up and die Leto.

[fortitudina]

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