#god concept

[gr3yart]

Character design wip

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

Psychologically the God-concept includes every idea of the ultimate, of the first or last, of the highest or lowest. The name makes no difference... The God-concept, as the idea of an all-embracing totality, also includes the unconscious, and hence, in contrast to consciousness, it includes the objective psyche, which so often frustrates the will and intentions of the conscious mind.

from Psychology and Religion: West and East by Carl Jung

[raijinswaifu]

Hebe, Goddess of Youth

Pantheon: Greek Class: Guardian Preferred Roles: Support

Passive- Veil of Lilies: As patron of brides, Hebe is constantly adorned in a veil decorated with her mother’s lilies. Upon entering the battlefield she may select one allied god to grace as her beloved. As her beloved they receive bonus movement speed. Additionally if Hebe is above 50% health they gain bonus protections while if she is below 50% health they gain bonus power in a urge to protect her.

If her beloved dies then the nearest allied god gains this bonus. If Hebe dies she may select another allied god as her beloved.

Bonus Movement Speed: 5% + 0.5% per god level up to 15% Bonus Protections: 15 + 1 per god level up to 35 Bonus Power: 5% + 0.5% per god level up to 15%

1st Ability- Eagle’s Blessing: Hebe is constantly accompanied by an eagle companion gifted to her by Zeus. While the eagle is within her company she gains a second basic attack that deals 50% of Hebe’s basic attack damage. If the eagle successfully lands three basic attacks onto the same enemy god they receive a protection reduction.

Hebe may target this ability at an enemy or allied god. If she targets an allied god her eagle flies to the target god and that ally gains a secondary basic attack dealing 50% of their basic attack damage but does not apply a protection reduction. If the allied god is her beloved, the eagle instead deals 65% of the god’s basic attack damage. Hebe may keep her eagle companion on an allied god for an indefinite length of time but may reactivate this ability to have it return to her. If she recalls the eagle, this ability goes on cooldown.

If Hebe sends the eagle to an enemy god they swarm the enemy while pecking at their flesh which deals damage and slows them over time. If the enemy god is below 50% the eagle gains bloodlust which empowers the ability which inflicts a protection reduction.

Basic Attack Protection Reduction: 5/7/9/11/13 for 1.5 seconds Damage: 30/40/50/60/70 (+15% Magical Power) every .5 second for 2.5 seconds Slow: 25% for 2.5 seconds Bloodlust Protection Reduction: 10/15/20/25/30 for 2.5 seconds Coooldown: 11 seconds

2nd Ability- Chalice of Olympus: Hebe summons a golden chalice which pours a random drink onto the battlefield. Enemies in the area take initial damage and damage over time while in the area. Allied gods in the area receive a burst of healing. Depending on the alcohol within the chalice this ability has additional effects. Hebe has a passive icon to indicate which liquid is in her next chalice.

Initial Damage: 60/90/120/150/180 (40% Magical Power) Damage over Time: 20/25/30/35/40 (+15% Magical Power) every .5 seconds Heal: 60/100/140/180/220 (+30% Magical Power) Wine (Red) Effect: Inflicts madness on enemy gods in the area for 1.5 seconds Ouzo (White) Effect: Inflicts intoxication on enemy gods for 2.5 seconds Absinthe (Green) Effect: Cleanses all crowd control on allied gods Ambrosia (Gold) Effect: Increases this ability’s healing by 25% and all healing on the targeted allies gods by 10% for 3 seconds. Cooldown: 15/14.5/14/13.5/13 seconds

3rd Ability- Divine Mercy: Worshipped as a goddess of forgiveness, Hebe shows mercy to those who would harm her or her allies. By targeting an enemy god in melee range she mesmerises them by granting them by her mercy. If an allied god attacks the mesmerised god the damage gains a bonus scaling off Hebe’s level. If the mesmerised god is at 10% health or below the next instance of damage by an allied god is an execute. Hebe cannot benefit from the bonus damage or execute.

Mesmerise: 1.5/2/2.5/3/3,5 seconds Bonus Damage: 10% + 1% per Hebe’s level. Cooldown: 22/21/20/19/18 seconds

Ultimate- Aging Waters: Hebe fills an area with fountain waters which leeches off the life of enemy gods removing her gift of youth from them. Enemy gods in the area are inflicted with a ramping slow that gradually becomes a root then a stun. If an enemy god takes all of the ticks of this ability they become withered which reduces their maximum health and inflicts a damage increase against them.

Slow: 20% for .5 seconds Root: 1 second Stun: 1.5 seconds Maximum Health Reduction: 5/10/15/20/25% Damage Increase: 2.5/5/7.5/10/12,5% Wither Duration: 3 seconds Cooldown: 100 seconds

[carnwennhau]

babe its time for your 4pm erebus redesigning

anyways here’s the roughest sketch ever (this is all ur getting from me atm) of erebus, but this time roman tm. he’s joining the roman pantheon simply so he can be in the same pantheon as nox. one day i’ll salvage what i had for his kit 

[pastelandbunnyart]

Sif, Nordic Goddess of Grain and Harvest 👱🏻‍♀️💖

[ddullahan]

so i have this poetry website that i post on under the same name as my blog called The Prose, and it has a huge community of poets and writers. highly recommend checking it out if you struggling with writing daily, they have new challenges/community writing prompts you can use every day. once i started using it i couldn’t stop. you can even monetize your stories/poems! Anyway i didn’t mean for this to be a boost for Prose, but it’s a really unique website and i really dig it XD it also gave me the inspiration for this next poem; based off the prompt ‘create or describe your version of gods/goddesses’ this is ‘beasts of all’ ----------- the giants walked past on legs taller than trees. they had no heads for they were too far to see. we huddled in our town smaller than ants. our prayers choked through fearful chants. it was curious, i found, how the giants moved on. heedless of the many lives below the watercolor dawn and i was brought to wonder just what they were fleeing   from. because if we cower before these monstrous beings what, then, would send them retreating?

[gaiathemuse]

I drew my take on kushinada hime agian.for those who don't know she is the Shinto goddess of rice and Susano's wife.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Baby Mine

It’s been almost twelve hours and Bessie was back at the hospital, pacing. Worried thoughts kept whirling through her brain and she couldn’t silence them. Not anymore.

   “Should it really be taking this long?” She asked for what was probably the hundredth time.

   “Usually.” Aragon answered.

   “Bessie, love, sit down and try to relax.” Cleves said.

   “Relax?! How am I supposed to re-”

   “Miss Blount?”

A nurse with kind eyes and a gently smile is standing near a set of doors.

   “Come with me, please.”

Anxiously, Bessie follows the nurse to another room. There, inside, Jane is laying in a hospital bed looking exhausted, but happy nonetheless. In her arms she holds an impossibly small bundle.

   “Are you okay?” Bessie asked immediately, “You- The doctors said you were two months early. Is something wrong? Did something hap-”

Jane cuts her off with a light chuckle.

   “I’m okay, Elizabeth. Just tired.” She answered, “Why are you standing over by the door? Come meet your daughter!”

Bessie’s heart leapt into her throat.

   “Daughter?” She squeaked out.

Jane smiles widely.

   “You have a little girl, Elizabeth.”

She waves the young woman over, who stares down with bulging eyes at the absolutely tiny bundle like it was a piece of a fallen star. She gently sets the baby in Bessie’s arms.

   “Say hello, love,” Jane whispers, “She must have been DYING to see her mama if she wanted to come out this early.”

   “H-hello,” Bessie stuttered out, staring down at the infant, “I’m...I’m your mother.”

Saying that seems to set everything in stone.

She had a daughter. She had a daughter!

Tears filled Bessie’s eyes and she held the baby close to her chest as she wept silently. She swayed back and forth, even bouncing a little, particularly out of pure and utter joy.

   “I’m your mama, little one.” She said, “Oh, you’re so beautiful. My little dea.” She cuddles the infant even closer, a sob rattling her whole body for a moment before containing herself. She looked at her surrogate, who was grinning at her. “Jane, I- I cannot thank you enough. She’s so perfect. She’s so perfect, Jane.”

A fresh wave of tears washes over Bessie and she ducks her head to try and contain herself. The droplets splatter onto her daughter’s face and she quickly tries to thumb them away. Upon contact, the baby seems to nuzzle her cheek against Bessie’s finger and the woman almost drops to her knees, crying.

   “Are you alright?” Jane asked, laughing a little.

   “Fine,” Bessie answered quickly. She would have wiped her eyes, but she was too afraid of not holding her daughter with both hands. “Thank you so much, Jane. She looks just like you!”

Jane chuckled.

   “She does, doesn’t she?” She said, “Damn, I guess this means she won’t have your amazing accent.”

Bessie snorted and then started to laugh loudly, but quickly silenced herself when she felt her daughter stir. When she looked down, she was met by gorgeous grey-green eyes blinking up at her.

   “Luce dei miei occhi...” She murmured, “Hi there, piccola dea.”

Seeing those eyes, those beautiful, beautiful eyes seemed to make something shift in Bessie. Almost sensing her mother distress, the baby began to squirm and make soft, whining noises.

   “What…what if I’m not what she needs?”

The shock in Jane’s eyes wasn’t missed, but Bessie felt the need to continue, to explain herself.

   “She looks… Well, she looks nothing like me, but she’s so perfect and- What if I’m not the mother she needs?”

Jane furrowed her eyebrows in worry. She watched Bessie sink into the chair next to the bed, shaking slightly.

   “Elizabeth, no. No, you don’t get to think like that. You’re going to be a good mother. You may not be a conventional, suburban mum, sure, but no one in this little found family we’ve all created is conventional. Your daughter is going to love her mother, no matter what.”

Bessie felt like she was drowning, her breathing hard to control.

   “Jane… I don’t think I can do what is needed of me.”

   “Yes, you can. And you will. You’ve been so good with all of this so far. The only thing you can do is your best.”

   “And if that isn’t enough?”

Bessie wasn’t sure why she was being so pessimistic in the presence of her newborn. She didn’t want to suck the joy from the woman who literally agreed to be her surrogate and carry her child for nine months (or, was supposed to) but in this moment, her self-loathing ran deep. She had disappointed so many people too many times. She wasn’t sure if she could handle fucking everything up again.

   “Then you’ll learn.”

Jane extended a hand, despite her exhaustion, and thumbed away a few fresh tears running down Bessie’s cheeks. She smiled warmly at her.

   “You’ll learn,” She said again, this time softer, “Ah,” The subject was then changed, “She’s getting fussy, Bessie. Why don’t you try rocking her?”

   “Rocking her?” Bessie blinked out of her self-hatred and noticed that her daughter was starting to squirm a little. “Rocking her! Right. I can do that.”

Carefully, she rocks the baby in her arms, shushing and cooing to her until she quieted down. Jane couldn’t help but smile at the pride that glinted in the younger woman’s dark eyes.

   “Have you picked out a name yet?”

Bessie’s face turned bright red.

   “A name!” She yelped, “I have to name her! Oh god. Why didn’t I think of a name?”

Jane laughed into her hand.

   “I have an idea, if I may?”

Bessie nodded at her.

   “How about Joan?”

   “Joan?”

Bessie looked back at her daughter and smiled.

   “It’s perfect.”