#space gods

[aurelion-solar]

Ekko, God of Time - TFT: Space Gods Illustrations

[thesaart]

Behind the Mask

This mask given by god, it breathes and moves within its bounds. Do you wear the mask to contain the pulse that isn't fully yours or do you throw it away? Is this a gift or a mockery of your desires, of your wish to love? This fear you feel is that what elation truly is? A fear that sits deep inside your bones that emerges at the worst of times. In tragedy we find comedy, that's what makes a fool and your gift is this mask that is fully yours. Oh what cruel fate you where dealt but here do not cry after all this is your price. And now go and make THEM smile.

[peterkothe]

MISTER MIRACLE!

What everyone sees as an impossible-to-escape situation, to Scott Free, AKA Mister Miracle, the universe’s greatest escape artist, it’s a piece of cake!

A Happy 107th Birthday tribute to the King of Comics himself: Jack Kirby; featuring my favorite of his Fourth Word New gods characters!

[honourablejester]

Starfinder Deity Spotlight: Accelsys

The universe’s unending expansion attests to a state of constant motion; everything within acting on and propelled by energy. Imperceptible atomic movements create the elements, a spark triggers the reactions powering a vessel, a nuclear explosion levels an entire region in seconds. For civilization, this power enables progress and regress. Accelsys influences these actions, as their power battles stagnation and catalyzes the Infinite Movement—the constant motion that defines the universe.

Accelsys supposedly originated from energy present at the moment of the universe’s creation. Other theories claim Accelsys attained divinity in response to mortal ingenuity, as they came to embody energy’s robust cycle of ebb and flow that resulted from technological and magical advancements. Though noted to have many other forms, Accelsys often manifests as an immense, highly advanced starship. Colors flashing across the entire light spectrum mark their transforming exterior and serve as signifier of their identity, regardless of the form they take. Religious scholars believe the Unstoppable traverses the Material Plane at faster-than-light speeds, independent of the Drift, though the universe’s vastness makes direct sightings rare.

The Infinite Movement—the notion that the universe exists through constant change—most concretely sums up Accelsys’s actions despite their unclear motivations. In fulfilling that nebulous mandate, Accelsys houses a crew known as the Restless Vanguard, composed of heralds and elevated devotees they deploy in auxiliary vessels made in their own image. Accelsys uses the Vanguard’s excursions to reconnoiter areas and events that possess the most potential for the Infinite Movement, from interplanetary battlegrounds to impending supernovas, or to locate entities that seek universal stagnation. Sometimes, the Unstoppable or their followers revel in simply witnessing these occurrences, orbiting inscrutably near anticipated flash points. Other times, disciples act as mortal envoys or instigators, influencing progress or conflict on behalf of their deity.

Accelsys’s faith spans the universe but maintains no formal associations with any planet or mortal organization. Their worshippers include those motivated by pursuing movement, such as daredevils, philosophers, pilots, and scientists. The especially devout follow nomadic lifestyles, believing constant travel best demonstrates Accelsys’s tenets. Others seek to innovate technology and magic, developing more ways to amass and utilize energy, in the process affecting changes both great and terrible.

--- Galactic Magic (2022)

Now that I’ve opened the door to Starfinder with a couple of gods shared between it and Pathfinder, how about a Starfinder-specific deity. Accelsys the Unstoppable, the deity of perpetual motion. And, I’m not going to lie, they’re here mostly because they’re a divine fucking starship.

They take the form of a living starship. An FTL-capable starship, one that doesn’t use the Drift, that doesn’t mess around with hyperspace, that doesn’t owe anything to Triune, but a pure, realspace, faster-than-light speedfreak starship. They’re a ship. They carry a crew. Which is such a fantastic image in a space setting. Of course to a spacer, your god is your ship. It’s the only thing standing between you and the void. That’s such a perfect form for a space god to take. I love deities that don’t take humanoid shapes, and this is so perfect for a space fantasy setting.

And it’s such … it’s such a fantastic legend to have in your universe. Such a myth for spacers to tell each other. Somewhere in the Vast, you stumbled across a mysterious, multicoloured, light-drenched starship, something strange and titanic and always futuristic, no matter your own level of technology, that hung there just long enough for you to see it before hurtling away at the speed of light, leaving you awestruck and realising that you just, ever so briefly, were in the presence of the god of speed themselves. The god of motion, the god of change.

And their Vanguard. The smaller ships made in their image to deploy their crew of divine servants out into the universe. Seeking flash-points, where change is imminent. Imagine you live on a world, and you get word from your satellites that several of these strange, divine ships have appeared around your sun. Orbiting inscrutably. These ships that are known to hang out around impending supernovas.

They’re such a good plot device. Mysterious starships that just show up when shit’s about to go down. Ships that flash into your system or in front of your own poor starship as a mute warning that, oh shit, things about to get real around here. Either something’s about to blow up, something’s about to get very fast, or there’s something here that’s trying to slow things down and these starships are about to take exception to that right on top of you.

It's so good. Just. So good. Excellent worldbuilding, myths and legends of a science fantasy setting, spacer tales from the Vast.

And their worshippers. Daredevils, philosophers, pilots, and scientists. Those living a nomadic lifestyle. Did you come to a science fantasy space setting to play a ragtag bunch of misfits living on the edge and out of their starship? Because. Well.

Do you want to play an ace pilot, the kind of reckless idiot who goes storm chasing in Bretheda’s atmosphere, the kind who laughs gleefully and tells some poor planetary farmboy to ‘hang on, kid’ as you make the jump into the Drift blind while flying past a planetary blockade? Do you want to play a scientist seeking out space anomalies that do strange things to gravity and time, pulling things in and slowing them down, so you can untangle that shit and get it moving again? (There are at least two canonical ones in the Pact World system, the Hum in the Diaspora and the Hullheap on Liavara’s shepherd moon). Or do you want to play a mad, hubristic scientist whose experiments with non-Drift FTL travel has had horrific results that you and your party must now survive?

In all of the above cases, perhaps you might like to worship the inscrutable speedfreak of a living divine starship that is the god Accelsys. Heh.

They’re perfect. Absolutely no notes. This is the point of Starfinder, of a science fantasy setting where gods and magic and technology and space intermingle. The ultimate peak expression of the genre. It’s a starship that is a god. Or a god that is a starship. And it’s perfect.

[void-f3lt]

1st🐍Chap: A New Roommate            Snake in a Panther’s Cage Now

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Six months.

Six Fucking Months.

It has been six months—probably—since he’d last been back on Earth. 

Him and Loki, his younger brother, were on a plane together to go see their Father and then the plane got intercepted/fucking abducted??? by actual fucking aliens, people knew that aliens existed but they usually didn’t fuck with humans, something happened during WW3 or some shit and a very thin peace treaty was passed around, and some new laws got added to the Geneva Convention along the line of just because they ain’t human doesn’t mean they have to be experimented on.

After failing to escape stupid space jail, yes he knew it is a trafficking ship but he didn’t care. Alistair had just waited for something. Anything other than a trip to The Gladiator Ring. Though after a while he waited for that too, even got excited when it was time. Yes he is a sadist, why do you ask? It’s fucking revenge. (he knows it’s not the bastards he’s fighting fault but it’s still therapeutic) He memorized how often the guards walked by. He painstakingly counted the seconds when he realized there was an actual schedule. 

Two and a half hours of the Light Cycle and around every five hours of dark because they don’t have nocturnal Fuckers or timetable’s apparently, resulting in only two switch overs. Assuming he didn’t screw up his counting at any point. The alien wardens brought food and water. Their food smelled like this one time that he lost a muffin under his bed for about a year and it grew black mold, mixed with rat poison. So yeah, he obviously refused to eat it. 

Normally he just takes out one of his granola bars and eats half of that. He’s down to twenty-four so far and he eats one every three Day cycles so he’ll last about (*Math Later*).

There was that one time when an alarm had gone off for some reason. That had been somewhat interesting and fucking hurt. His dragon roommate didn’t seem as bothered, behaving how Alistair probably would at a fire alarm back home. But to him? It was unbearable. It drove him to tears and he ultimately passed out. It hadn’t happened again, yet. He guessed it was either a false alarm or a breach somewhere else on the ship. That would also confirm that there were other floors with prisoners. 

He tried to find a way out, looking for loose bars and checking out the locks but he genuinely couldn’t figure those the fuck out(he really should have been taking notes whenever Father went on one of his engineering rant) and when he first tried to he could barely get a grip on the bars due to the stupid electric force field science fiction bullshit. Yes earth, and human settlements almost everywhere, has similar tech but he’s still gonna call sci-fi bullshit ‘cause it is.

Eventually, his captors figured out he wouldn’t eat the rat poison, and they brought something else. A lot of something else, actually. He avoided what didn’t smell or taste right, hoping for the best of the things he did eat. Raw, yellow meat? Questionable. Some kind of pink and orange slugs? Absolutely not. The plant lookin’ things that were probably fruit were fine. He liked the almost carrot. And they had jerky. The rest he gave to his dragon roommate as a peace offering. 

At one point, some of the wardens came in, like they usually do, only this time they tried to take the alien dragon. When the dragon started struggling, Ailstair decided that helping them might earn him some kind of favor with it. (Definitely not because he grew attached to them and feared for their safety) So he attacked the guard that had tried to keep him back. 

And bit the Bastard arm off. 

Aliens are… really fucking squishy. Their taser baton things didn’t really phase him, but it killed a Guard whenever he snatched it and used it against them. As it fell, its arm tore off. Inside of his mouth. It was disgusting. It tasted disgusting. He knew the fuckers were fragile, he once just lightly stepped on one that he knocked to the floor—didn’t even jump on the fucker— and snapped its rips but still, That was a lot.

They didn’t open the cell door anymore after that. Food and water were delivered through the little slit under the door, pushed by sticks. He tried to grab the sticks but they pulled back as soon as he started to approach. It was starting to piss him off. Maybe next time he’ll take more than an arm. 

Currently he’s just sitting in said cage with his dragonborn frien-Roommate staring at the ceiling after his newest escape attempt. Seriously, these fucker’s are so dumb. Thinking that watching him from all angles will make it any harder for him to escape. News flash, it won't stop him from trying as he’s tried four times by now, and almost succeeded 2 & 1/2 of those times(the half is cause he killed a fucker then took a hit to the bottom of his spine which kinda scared him and his dragon). 

He trying his very best to ignore all the chatter around him. Just because he can technically make them shut up doesn't mean he wants to let them know he can understand them. He normally takes the thin but still metal food trays, that they give him everyday, bend and snap and sharpen into shanks during when he’s bored but he ran out. He’s pretty sure they either can’t figure out what he’s doing or know what he’s doing and are to surprised to realize it’s a threat and try and take them away. And if they try and do that they’d have to pry them out of his cold, dead hands.

Alistair is getting real off track with his thought process tonight but what else is he supposed to do? It’s in the middle of the Night and nothing ever hap- oh wait, never mind something’s happening maybe they’re probably just gonna take him to The Gladiator Ring I swear to god if I have to fight another IRL nomu from MHA, I will go for the crowd next time. But he can hear a Fucker carrying something… no someone? large?? alien, with the way they're yelling at another Fucker. 

“You are such a hujari axten! Just lift the hujari thing for once you DRIDE!!!” Fucker One said. “Look, I told you with the other one. I. Can’t. Touch. It.” Fucker Two responded with exasperation. “The dride is three times lighter than you would think, but still hujari huge and heavy and one the most violent and capable of this species we’ve taken alive!!” Fucker One yelled.

“Oh well I’m oh so sorry, that only me and you are walking around doing quiores right now. If only we could take one of the other guards that are on patrol just to lift this thing to a cell, when it is obviously easy for you to lift… you are just krefftin lazy and want to go back to sleep, well guess what ya’ blasted axten SO DO I BUT SOMEONE HAS TO BE WITH YOU JUST IN CASE SOMETHING KREFFTIN HAPPENS YOU AXTEN’VERN!!”

Alistair was kinda shocked that they were just casually arguing while dragging someone to a cell where they will either be killed, experimented on, or put into The Gladiator Ring, or even just to sell the poor souls to the highest bidder. He wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t uncommon to see other aliens that just sell others cause, y’know, Money. Alistair is preeetty sure Father is either a cannibal or just sells human organs.. or both.

As he glares at the cage door with a new found hate. He doesn't mind the others in the cell block because they're in their own cages but he absolutely hates sharing his personal space. (Loki and his dragon are entirely different stories thank you very fucking much) While most of the other poor souls are asleep or close to, he must stay awake, his paranoia demands it what if they put.. whatever/whoever the hell, in his cage. 

He waits as the arguing gets closer and closer, louder and louder, more annoying by the second because the other Fucker should just help the other other Fucker because it will get the work done faster. 

He’s very glad that he is already used to very low light levels he and Loki both hate having the light on in their rooms, everyone (including themselves) are very confused by how well Loki’s eyesight actually is. His eyesight is also a whole ‘nother miracle and a half ‘cause both his mother and Father have reading glasses. After what felt like way too long they finally make it in the cell block. And stop right in front of his cell, Lovely. Alistair glares at them, bringing in another poor soul into this shit-hole, how many have they done this too. 

(Oh my gawd, why do I caaarreeerrhhr) 

Alistair just watches as they open his cage, if this was a good time he would use his new knifes to stab these dumbasses in their dick-equivalent so he could escape. IF it was a good time but Alistair still doesn't know where Loki is being held and his dragon roommate is both seven fuckin’ feet tall and asleep curled into a ball a couple feet away from the wall in front of him, doing something like that now would also be a death sentence cause off how many Fuckers he maimed. 

It seemed they finally stopped yelling at each other, probably trying to restrict the information they might let slip in front of him. Both of them looked at each other for a second, having some seyelent conversation.

And then in quick succession, Fucker one turns off the electricity, opens the cage, as Fucker two throws the body bag as hard as they can, and when he says as hard as they can, this is a being getting tossed so hard they hit the back of the cell. 

He hopes that didn't electrify whatever or whoever was in the bag. Then as soon as whatever is in the bag left the guards arms, the cage closes and the electricity gets turned back on. Poor bastard might be dead with a hit against the bars like that. The back bars were still electrified so that just added moredamage. Alistair wanted to keep glaring at the guards as they walked away but he couldn’t, this Stupidly lowng bitch in a bag(might be a snake or ferret.. why was That the second option)may not be dead. He flicks his glare back and forth between the Fucks and bag but ultimately picks the bag. 

Alistair slowly makes his way over to the bag and hears some chuckling from the Fuckers at the door. He doesn't care about them right now, he needs to make sure what ever is in the bag is 1) dead or not 2) if it’s sentient, prey or predator so he can either make it afraid of him or take his chances with the bars 3) if sentient and not hurt to bad, can they be useful.

He’s getting closer to the bag when he finally notices it’s moving a little bit. He tries to get a little closer again but stops at the sound it made. It sounded like a growl from a demonic lion that is half reformed from being blended in a blender about to claw its way out of hell, might be from the pain, might be because it’s stuck in a bag, or it’s sensing him and telling him to back up. 

Whatever it is (probably) can’t see him so, it shouldn’t end up as badly, he’ll just be even more careful. Dragon(who woke up when they heard the loud crash and clang, apparently) whispered at him to “Do not go and open that fucking bag.” He’s so glad he actually know common so he doesn’t have to guess what the curse words are. Ignoring his concerned frRoommate and moving as slowly as he can, Alistair gets right beside the cursed creature in the bag. It’s moving a bit more and making more, demonic clearing throat noises, but he has deducted that it must just be waking up, surprised that it’s hurt, and/or pissed. 

He stares at whatever this thing is, pocketknife in hand ‘cause those shanks are not thick nor sharp enough(yet) to cut through the bag. He runs different ways he could get killed doing this in his head and decides that whatever it is, it would be more upset if it was still stuck in a bag, better to make sure he’s the one to get it out. Alistair was about to raise his pocketknife to cut through the bag but jumped back as the bag started thrashing back. 

Absolutely not, safety first! He thought as he backtracked to his claimed corner, Dragon looking him like ‘I told you so’ and looking at the bag like it was going to eat them, the thing would probably kill him the moment it saw him going by the fact that it sounds like The Horrors and is like fifteen feet longso. Alistair eyes zero in on the bag and is amazed by how much it’s thrashing around in that thing. But it stopped thrashing almost as fast as started and he thinks he can see little impression of cat/maybe dog ears.

It’s quite around them besides the huffing breaths, growls and the untranslated probable curse words he can hear from the bag. Everyone is just staring at them now.

Alistair watches to see what it might do, does it have claws or something to cut the ba- Why is it gripping where the knot is? They usually don’t do that! Others in the past, either claw their way out or someone else cuts through the bag, either way no one goes for the knot.

He watches as the top of the bag that is tied off gets pulled into itself a bit. It’s confusing trying to figure out what this thing is doing. Does it think it can somehow bring the knot into the inside of the bag and untie it or? If it somehow, by a sheer miracle, gets it fully through the bag…. What will it do now? 

Alistair watched in silence, honesty amazed, horror as the now untied knot got tossed out and then the bag opened up. “Finally,” was said followed by more probable very creative insults directed at the Fuckers given their faces. He waits slowly breathing in the forgotten breaths for when it will leave the bag, he hasn’t known any sentient race that can do that. 

His eyes track the…. 

Hand? 

I mean it’s furry and has built in claws, but still, HAND???

Slowly exiting the bag first, It has long almost metallic black claws and the hand looks to be short charcoal black but dense fur, from wrist to a little below the elbow the fur seams to be compacted down. (And a little glittery as he reflects on later) The other hand reaches around a little as the opening of the bag opens to let themself through better. The guards at the door froze in fear as the creature’s eyes stared down into their souls, then it pounced.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"... THEY BUILT ARMOR FOR THEMSELVES TO CONTAIN THEIR BODIES... AN ORGANIC ENCASING, WHICH ON EARTH, WAS CALLED VIBRANIUM."

PIC INFO: Mega spotlight on a two page splash of the Celestials of Earth X, from the pages of "Universe X" Vol. 1 #12. September, 2001. Marvel Comics.

STORY/SCRIPT: Jim Krueger & Alex Ross

PENCILS: by Doug Braithwaite

INKS: Bill Reinhold & Robin Riggs

COLORS: Laura Depuy

LETTERS: Todd Klein

"Once...there was a perfect universe. This is the one we've only just heard of. And this universe was infected by some of its inhabitants who had evolved by manipulating themselves into a race of beings beyond physical want or need."

-- KYLE RICHMOND (formerly known as Nighthawk) on the history of the Celestials

Sources: www.toddpowelson.com/blog/the-celestials & Marvel Database (official site).

[noxcaelestia]

Prelim sketches of XRGM Shadival Celestisia Koratheron Astrauralis Kosmoleta 🌌✨

Multiple eyes loosely based upon biblically accurate angels and similar beings and a halo structure

Emotionless and expressionless face (mostly)

Stained glass butterfly/bird-like wings and bug-like legs🪽

Dark matter core within a hollow, translucent torso🖤

XRGM Stands for “Xyr Royal Galactic Majesty”. (Aux.: he/they) Xyr name is the combination of both Shadivil and Nebulal’s full names word for word after fusing to become an almighty being.*

*Shadivil Celestl Korala Astrala Kosmosus ✨

*Nebulal Kosmostisia Aetheron Auralis Violeta 🌌