#deity au

[worms-for-brains]

Guess who relapsed into deity ghoap hell

God it’s been a while.

[ceruleancattail]

Gentle, soft touches, running down your cheek like sea foam. Bubbling up, kissing your skin tenderly. Fingers stroke your face slowly, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear.

A strained sigh, tinged with something a little more… warmer. Affectionate, even. Glancing upwards, you meet pale, cerulean eyes. The shade of mist, swirling around, shrouding all that lay within.

Azul was never easy to read.

As a deity of finance, business, he prided himself on his poker face. The way he could navigate sensitive, risky negotiations with a sly little smile on his face. Azul’s rather skilled at scamming…. Well, encouraging people to invest in whatever he’s deem amusing enough at the moment.

But ever since you chanced across his ruined shrine, and… in your modern lingo, “chatted him up.” Azul finds that the crease in between his brows only grows deeper by day.

See, as a forgotten deity, Azul doesn’t have… much energy left in him to grant any wishes. All he can really do is listen to you talk. Seated next to you on his altar, listening to you talk about your day, vent about your issues, or… just sitting next to you in silence, his hands feeling weirdly… cold, and empty. Itching to hold another.

Itching to hold on to you.

Despite himself, Azul finds himself fond, of you. Goodness, how lonely must you be, to seek out the company of a faded god of the past?

Every time you lay your head on his lap, his fingers unconsciously finds themselves entangled in your hair, stroking and coaxing. He’ll grumble forever about how incessant you sound, complaining about inconsequential people.

You don’t have to pay much mind to the chatter of these mortals.

You are the beloved of the deity of business, after all.

Hold your head high, darling.

[seriouslycalamitous]

upon re-reading be the death of me, half of the time i was just thinking about the whole bit gem had of her being “god’s favorite princess”, and i was just like. not this time you’re not!

grian is this god’s favorite princess and it was wonderful to read again

I wouldn’t say Gem isn’t a god’s favorite princess though.

[officialdaydreamer00]

IMAGINE...

it started with a kiss.

a simple kiss, as they always initiated. you know how deities are, they take whatever they want, whenever they want.

"beloved..." they murmured against your lips. that look in their eyes, so intense yet so utterly focused on you, it never failed to make your heart flutter.

a hand cupped the back of your neck, the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to them. they kissed you passionately, the type that always left you breathless and dazed afterwards.

being loved by a deity never ended well for a mortal, you knew that full well. but you couldn't help it, their love was a temptation no mortal could resist. you had given in to that temptation ages ago, drowning in their endless adoration until the day you stopped breathing.

you didn't notice that glint in their crimson eyes, nor did you notice the golden ichor seeping out from their lips. They could feel it, your mortality slowly fading every day.

oh, how they yearned for the day you finally ascended, to achieve immortality. an eternity with them, wouldn't that be lovely?

[cl0udam0rsea]

🍎🌊🍃🏹

I like imagining they take turns just admiring the other -- Aiden loves to listen to him and yap and Wally shares that love too and its just aauugghh 🫀💕🫀💕

Hehe, also! These are designs of them after marriage so yuh ✌🏽✨

[betareki]

finally read @seriouslycalamitous ‘s deity fic (sawry, idk if it’s appropriate to tag or not), every praying scene was peak

[xinrouska]

Wake up babes new au just dropped!! Deity AU inspired by Chinese mythology, most definitely because I got very into nezha and wukong in general 😭

Don // Dūo Nà // The Forge

Cares for the ambitious and the innovators. His choice of weapon is his metal Bo, though with an affinity for metal, he can morph the bo into whatever he seems fit.

Leo // Lí Ò // The All Seeing

Cares for the lost. Has the ability to see the true selves of people. A nomad and healer.

Mikey // Mí Kāi // The Judge

A psychopomp who judges souls fairly. Comforting and joyous but please don’t piss him off.

Raph // Lā Féi // The Heart

Protector and shield, especially to children and young. Has many arms to hug many people.

Extra sketches!!

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDS Men with a Deity Reader

AN: Read Rumi and felt like yapping so here's my poetic nonsense. IK I should be getting to requests but that is for the weekend.

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn deity reader

Ingredients: 60% pining, 40% comfort/feels

My Fav: Sylus and Caleb for sure in this one.

Xavier:

Dusk. You are the god/goddess of dusk. You carry the quiet ache of homesickness. The urgency of birds returning home before dark. You are beautiful, yet restless. A fleeting light bleeding into darkness. A transition between day and night, a breath held between states of being.

Xavier would sacrifice a thousand days and a thousand nights just to have you. To feel the way you shift between light and shadow. To stand beneath the sky as you lull the sun to sleep, your hands stained with the fading hues of gold and red.

To witness the caress with which you guide lost souls home. His heart aches to follow them, to rest beneath your dusk.

Perhaps that mercy will lead him back to Philos. Perhaps you are the only home he’s ever truly known.

Rafayel:

Memories. You are the deity of nostalgia. That is why he refuses to forget. Memories are his way of keeping a part of you close.

He does not remember the first time he met you, but he knows he has known you forever. In every lifetime, your face returns to him.

You are the echo of Lemuria, the last music of a dying world. The sound of tides receding. The haunting sweetness of something lost yet still lingering.

He withers under the weight of you. Blossoms in the presence of you. In your blessing, he is both made and unmade at every encounter.

Perhaps that is why no birth or rebirth, has made him forget you.

Zayne:

Will. You are the deity of will and hope. The anchor that steadies him in the tyranny of fate.

Your presence was his only respite from the destiny Astra carved into his skin. When the walls closed in, when the stars themselves turned to ash, it was your hand that pulled him to his feet.

In every lifetime, he bares his heart and pushes through pain, to seek what his soul craves. He has faced death, war, and ruin for the chance to stand beside you.

Because he knows: as long as he does not give up, you will stay with him.

And even if you do not speak, your silence is enough. Your presence alone is the promise that not all battles are lost.

Sylus:

Love. You are love. Not the primordial, all-encompassing love of lust and creation. But Agape. The selfless devotion of purity. A quiet, unrelenting affection.

He remembers the first moment he saw you, how your sight settled into his eye with the fragment of your power. He did not need to learn to love you. He simply recognized you.

Since that moment, nothing else has mattered. His devotion is not loud, frantic or desperate. It’s quiet. Steady. The kind of love that could survive a thousand years of absence and still bloom the moment you return.

You exist in his bones now. His veins carry the ache of your presence. There is no pain in separation anymore because separation is an illusion. .

Separation. Reunion. Loss. Return. It’s all the same cycle. The recognition never fades. He would wait through lifetimes, wait through countless deaths, just to stand before you again.

Because to Sylus, love isn’t possession. Love is becoming. And he has already become yours.

Caleb:

Dreams. He finds you in your absence. You are sleep. You are dreams. The quiet, pleasant ones that bring him rest.

When he turns away from you, he is lost. Haunted by nightmares. Fire and destruction unravel the truth of his own self. The ruin beneath his skin. The world crumbling under the claws of his rage.

But when you return, your hand in his hair, your breath against his cheek, you bring him to rest. As if the weight of gravity, his own evol, pulls his very bones to earth beneath your touch.

You shield him from the awakening god of end. You keep him from the truth. The terrible truth buried in his nightmares.

You keep the god of end asleep beneath his bones. For the worlds of creation, and for him.