#deity verse

[tenebriiis-archived]

{🎕 }  — { What are you the god of? }

𝓅𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒

—  let it be known: you do not stand by and approve of those who actively seek to hurt the ones they claim to love. but just because it is love, does not mean that it will always be soft. think of how a pack of wolves operate: strategic, deliberate, protective, entirely capable of ripping out throats and still raising their young with a burning love. think of the promise of safety in such a group, but also the devastation, should you betray its loyalty and upheave the order in place. you are the god of temperance, of caretakers, and of all those who must carry the weight of responsibility, even when it threatens to crush them dead. —  god of bending and enforcing rules, god of fair trial and punishment, god of breaking vicious cycles. protector of older siblings and of soft things needing thicker skin. deliverer of hard-fought clarity in a fit of rage, weaver of reason into discipline. you teach them how to be strong, to be consistent, in a world that demands them to choose cruelty. the grantor of armistice at the end of a long war, the one who blesses the hardened and makes them rest.

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[tearmann-safehaven]

                      ✿⊰✲⊱✿⊰ 𝓓𝓮𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓜𝓮𝓶𝓮 ⊱✿⊰✲⊱✿

Once the mortal lover of the God of Despair, ill fortune took Clara’s life while she was still young, at the hand of a scorned suitor. Her lover, in sorrow, wept upon her body, and his tears gave life to her spirit. She arose a goddess, gentle and kind, until she saw the pain in her lover’s eyes and she was filled with a divine rage. Upon the steps of her lover’s alter, she slew her murderer, bathing her hands in the blood of vengeance. 

DEITY OF: Rivers; Bardic Revelry; Vengeance.

ASSOCIATED WITH: The soft touch of freshwater against your feet. A gentle breeze through your hair. Trauma survivors. Jubilant dancing and joyful ballads. Warsongs and rebellion. The sweet taste of clean springwater. Roaring waterfalls and swelling waves. Soulful ballads under the moonlight. The clenching pain in your stomach at the sight of a hated foe. The heartache of a lost love.

SACRED PLANTS: Lavender. Dianthus. Birdsfoot trefoil. Mourning bride. Oats. Green rushes. Adonis. Willow trees. Pale lilies.

SACRED STONES/GEMS: Aventurine. Garnet. Lolite. Black opal. Chrysocolla.

SACRED ANIMALS: Swans. Mice. Sunset moths. Foxes. Cats.

COLORS: Lavender. Auburn. Sky blue. Deep crimson. Royal purple. Indigo.

FOOD: Piping hot mint tea. Chewy brown sugar cookies spiked with warm ginger and cinnamon. Mulled whiskey with clove and allspice. Freshly baked bread pudding, filled with currants and candied orange. Delicious, sun-sweetened dark berries warmed with vanilla.

SCENTS: Pure, herbal fragrance of wild lavender from the hills. The earthy scent that comes after a heavy rain, enhanced and sweetened by rose petals and rich jasmine.The fragrance of a clove-studded winter apple entwined with juicy black plums, candied mulberries, and cinnamon sticks. A magnolia floral bouquet with touches of rose and violet, exotic woods and mosses.

ACCEPTED OFFERINGS: Depending on which part of the goddess a worshiper intends to appeal to; malevolent or benevolent; different offerings must be brought before the shrine.

FOR BARDIC REVELRY: The altar must be built before a waterfall, made of willow wood, anointed with lavender and jasmine oils. In the center, a single white candle must be lit, with a smoldering herbal bouquet nearby in an abalone shell to cleanse the air. They who deign to appeal to the Goddess must be true of heart and be devoted entirely to their craft.

They shall start by offering the Goddess a hot cup of freshly brewed mint tea, as the aroma will appeal to Her benevolent nature. Sweets and baked goods, such as cookies and fresh bread will also draw Her attention. If She accepts the offering, She will appear from the water. They must take care not to touch Her, lest they draw the wrath of Her lover, the God of Despair. For future offerings, worshipers may bring silver jewelry set with lolite, chrysocola, or aventurine; well worn musical instruments, handwritten music, and bouquets of flowers, tied with silk ribbons.

If She is pleased with the gifts, She will bestow Her divine knowledge upon them and they shall know the songs of the Gods.

FOR REVENGE: The altar must be built in the home, away from prying eyes, and be built of willow wood, anointed with clove and musk, and adorned with trefoil and mourning bride. At the center, three blood-red candles must be lit in a triangular formation. A dagger must be present, its blade stained black with soot. Only those who have been truly wronged may call upon Her for guidance towards vengeance, those who seek to harm only through malice shall suffer Her divine wrath.

They shall first offer Her a cup of mulled whiskey, warmed over a fire. The scent of spices will awaken Her more devious nature. Chocolates, meats, and wines will also draw forth Her malevolence. They must then pierce their fingertip with the soot-stained blade and allow a single drop of their blood to fall before the altar, whilst reciting thus;

She fallen by cruel fate’s hand

Risen up by lover’s tear

All begun, begot by blood

By my blood, do right this wrong

They must then extinguish the candles and leave. If She grants them an audience, She will light the candles the following night and alert them with a mournful song. They shall approach the altar humbly, for those who seek revenge through arrogance shall face their own punishment. She shall appear as She was at Her mortal death - bathed in blood and sorrow. The worshiper must offer Her a gift as solace to help Her detach from the past, such as a beloved toy or trinket. If the offering is accepted, She will sit before the altar with them and listen to their plight. They must not touch Her, lest they invoke Her lover’s wrath.

Over the next week, She will visit them and confirm their decision. On the seventh night, at the stroke of midnight, they must offer Her a token of their target - a scrap of clothing, a ring, a lucky coin, a vial of blood - and bid Her a goodnight. The next morning, they shall lay a final offering of black opal and garnet upon the altar; and go about their business as usual. That night, they shall greet Her with a cup of mint tea and accept as She gifts them with the divine strength to wreak their vengeance.  

Tagged by: @lordofcrowns 

[verkoh]

Turn your face towards the sun                                          Let the shadows fall behind you. Don't look back, just carry on                                          And the shadows will never find you.

                              It’s not worth                                    my soul.

[hydrangeaguard-moved-blog]

I wanted to write more Deity Verse stuff so I did.

blame @xaconite i love them

Since Umeko does make wine from her own orchard she is often tied into festivities of merriment. While she is quiet she does enjoy watching people have fun during festivals. If feeling particularly bold will come down disguised as another mortal woman. This often attracts the attention of others.

Umeko has over the years gained a small following of maidens that worship her more often. Her shrines are remote, but looked after lovingly. It is common for men to worship her as well though. However if a community is big enough and worships her mainly temples of hers are considered sacred and places for families to seek refuge.

While her domain assists with farmers and families she does have an interest in music and poems. Particularly ones focused about her abilities and her work. She has been known to fall for artists which often leads to heartache due to their mortality.

Her sister Rin is centered on the winds tying her into the season of Winter. Fluctuating weather is a sign of Umeko and Rin arguing and fighting between each other.

Umeko has a real bad habit of falling for mortals. Mainly on how they view life, and how they live. As mentioned it’s a lot of heartache for Umeko when they pass she often has them turn into the trees that create the fruit for her wine.

Umeko only gets upset during times of conflict and war. Burning crops, orchards, and her temple is a bad omen. Many times those who do this face serious issues of famine and sickness not too long after.

Her hair is very long. So long it drags on the floor, leaving a wake of herbs and flowers. Many of which are considered rare, and good for medical use. If those are spotted it’s a good sign that she is near.

If Umeko is to turn into an animal to check in on mortals she often goes for; a magpie, a deer, a horse, or a dove.

[simplyonehellofahokage]

An Offering among the Lanterns

@uchihacollector

It was in between the fading lights of lanterns that he dared disappear into the night. As homes were doused in darkness, he slipped through alleys like a shadow until the settlement was but a cluster of crashed stars at his back. All the while, he held the bundle close to his chest. In the distance, a temple loomed tall and proud against the backdrop of the mountains. Upon slipping inside, the man went to the main chamber and began to light candles, the sparks lighting up the gold of his hair. Once the room was lit, and the incense was burned, he unfurled the pack and began to change, slow and careful, mindful of the fine material. It had been an ordeal to obtain it, after all. It was an exquisite piece that featured black as the main color, with white and purple accents.  The material rested lazily against his skin, showing off a hint of his chest, a sliver meant to entice, and neatly framed his shoulders. Given the cut, it gave a hint of a thigh when he moved. Finally, he took care to tie a purple ribbon around his neck, easy to tie, easy to tighten.

He arranged himself elegantly on the wooden floor, making sure no ruffle was unintended as he kneeled. Once he was settled…he began to pray.

[tearmann-safehaven]

Her wrath is known throughout the black, 

                             the gardens of death she is tending 

         Vengeance is her only ward 

                                          Beware the blood red rose's thorn.

[dcndrohime]

''Please, you do not have to stop your chores on the account of my visit, impromptu as they are'', lately, with the war, even if to a close, it was only natural for the Natlanian deity to check up on everyone, especially those who were chosen.

While, she too, eventually intervened to aid during such ruthless event, with the dragons now out & about, & having rendered assistance to lower casualties, wheter the people or overall wildlife, Toci could not take all the credit; for everyone came together as one.

Visits she might, but oft an allied Pyro Hilichurl would follow along. The reasons?, who can say. Then again, Toci made it no secret that some of her villagers were Churls in the first place, among other tame entities.

''But yes, i would never turn away some tea'', since the young man did offer.

@dutybcrne

[dcndrohime]

Cont / X

Though that it seemed like the child was at his lonesome, in some quiet spot of the Night-Wind tribe, it was far from the truth when Toci, after handling matters that required her attention, stumbled across the other on the way back.

However, to make it that he was alone, the Natlanian deity remains quiet by a tree, half hid beneath its shade.

There is, however, a faint smile as teal hues watched the winged child amuse himself by taking to the air.

Honestly, were he to notice her, she would not be offended.

@bctcfmictlcn