the heirophant, reversed

the color of god is a stain

[titanomakhea]

❝ a curse of mud. a betrayal of blood!

emperor belos of the owl house. supremely canon divergent. by knight (29+, he/him). THIS BLOG IS NOT SPOILER FREE!

this blog was initially made before s1 even ended, so i have kept my ideas and added tweaks to be like. a little left of canon. i usually use beta editor, but i still have the legacy option... i think .... so i can try to work with either, but my god tumblr pls.

carrd. interaction cheat sheet(canon divergence lmao). tba

[godstrain]

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋.      albert wesker of resident evil. by knight (he/him, 29+).

[rhpsdys]

♪  ♪  ♪    see  ,    my    birds    of    a    kind  ,    they    more    &&    more    are    looking    like    centurions    than    any    little    messiah        

RAINE    WHISPERS,    bardic  witch    ;             a    rhapsody    composed    &&  performed    by    eros

[beastspity]

❝ magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. so it must be all around us. in this garden - in all the places. ❞ — the secret garden.

olthedir tuonómë, the grand magus. fandomless original character by knight (he/him, 29+)

[skinhorses]

i love redemption arcs so much when they're done right.

i love the concept of "i can never be forgiven this, i can never make this right, but i will spend the rest of my life trying to heal the world as much as i have hurt it." when the characters don't move past their mistakes or cruelty but use it as the driving force for kindness.

because i have harmed i will heal. because i have been cruel i will be kind. because i have hated needlessly i will love recklessly.

[titanomakhea]

hot concept belos carves a palisman but it has the energy of sadaijin from suzume ... nothing like ur palisman being a god too ... goes from (rather large) black cat to ... WHATEVER THE HECK THAT THING IS ... very on brand???

[titanomakhea]

❛ Hello, stranger danger. ❜ › @parasiticpotentate

you think to yourself: this is impossible- but in the end, you know better. there is nothing impossible in this realm (you are something impossible, too). but, you remember the rage and the sorrow and the knife- you remember when you learned ... you learned who philip wittebane was.

your only explanation for this is some primordial mishap. you wonder if you are dreaming, even if this seems far more like a nightmare- you've never been haunted by your actions before, why would it begin now? you did what you did because it was necessary- if you hadn't acted, then... maybe philip would've been the one to kill you.

because he hated magic and you had learned to live with it (and even when you couldn't, it came naturally to you- you had proven a prodigy alchemist and a strong vessel for a dead god. you reached apotheosis before you reached your ruined home.)

❝ perhaps our meeting would be inevitable- ❞

❝ you who took my name, just as i took yours- i do not think we could call each other strangers. ❞

[titanomakhea]

❛ I’m a truth-teller. Some people can’t handle it. ❜ › @calaemity

edalyn clawthorne has always interested you- and for her, that was akin to a great misfortune. within her dwelled another creature of a land long gone (nestled in the heart of your dead kin / you wonder where the others rest / you wonder what other creatures made their homes within the remains of something you were never meant to be)- she is not so different from you, but she has done better. she has made the best of what she has-

a small part of you realizes that you are not so fortunate.

edalyn clawthorne has never shown fear / proud of her ways as a wild witch, and she has been a threat- not that her power could compare to that of the primordials, but her heart had no shackles upon it. not like yours-

even now, she holds no fear.

❝ the truth is cruel, edalyn- and i have seen you be many things- cruel is not one of them. wild? yes. lawless? such a state suits you as a second skin- but not cruel. ❞

❝ your truth is your own, ❞ just as you think of the truth she knows nothing about. there are some things that mortals are not meant to know. she only knows the truth that mortals were allowed- to you, it is incomplete. ❝ but it is not the full truth. ❞ a sigh- because you know that there is no being that knows all truth. not even you, and loath are you to admit that to yourself. you would never tell another this flaw!

❝ your own truth is not the path meant for all others. even in the greatest state of order, conflict arises from simple individuality. no matter, cling to your truth. i look forward to seeing who will stand at your side and who will oppose you. ❞

[titanomakhea]

sir you have no right looking that endearing after nearly yeeting an entire realm how dare

[titanomakhea]

some more lazy postfinale belos for this blog ... i'm still trying to figure out what Exactly i'm doing with his big scar but im slowly getting there. i gave up on clean lines, scribbles it is

[titanomakhea]

time for more art finally lmao

[fairy-devil-leopard-princess-de]

[tomatogremlin]

Me doing world building

[nyancrimew]

So, how would you go about killing a false god?

assert that they really are a false god and you are not being deceived into killing a true god

assess the situation, what kind of powers do they possess

hiss at them and show them ur kity teeth

they are probably incredibly scared of u now

kindly ask them to leave

banish them to eternal damnation

:3

[titanomakhea]

dudes i really like the second person writing for belos my god this is ??? the only blog it seems to work on??? but yeah lmao- (granted it might work on erik's blog bc belos is just erik poto 2 electric boogaloo at this point whoops ... every so often it is the nature of humanity that they will recreate phantom of the opera ... i guess)

[rhpsdys]

the voice speaks of godhood, but this is no god you know. not by sight, not by voice, even if something itches in the back of your mind, a memory etched in stone ( but weathered with time ) that in your ignorance you cannot retrieve.

&& then he steps from shadow / && then there was light / && you see.

it is almost comical how your jaw falls, feet frozen in place / unable to flee / unable to advance / unable to do anything at all except stare. it is fear that clenches in your chest, but not the kind that triggers flight. no / your head is held high, even as you understand.

mouth dry, unable to form words / perhaps this is the worst curse that can befall a bard, for who are you without language? green eyes deep as the forest search his face for proof that what you are seeing is a mirage.

but there is no such proof, && so logic dictates that this must be real.

you're supposed to be dead, feels... inappropriate for the current atmosphere, even if you want to spit the words in disgust. i saw — !

but you know. && part of you thinks you knew, then, too. as if you could feel it in the air, in the earth, in yourself.

&&, you made a promise ; once more, the thirst for knowledge wins out against all logic && anger.

"i..." finally, slowly, your vocal chords wake up, && you swallow down the primal urge to scream. breathing heavily, you meet his eyes. yes, you recognize him. who realize who he is. but you do not KNOW him. "what are you, really?" fear is healthy. it keeps you alive. but you have to wonder what this man-or-god fears, to have survived this. "...belos."

[titanomakhea]

you are not surprised by how they react- rather, you understand quite a bit of their nature. if anyone was to find you and simply stand and stare, it would be raine whispers. they are not the type to kill / kill again / waste efforts on something deathless. it is a small blessing in its own way. ❝ what am i? ❞

you've pondered this time and time again in your loneliest hours- what had you become? when your reflection was made of stardust and feathers and mud, what were you but a dead god given new life? where had your humanity gone? perhaps you never had it at all.

some humans were not truly humans / some monsters were born. you fashioned yourself the heroic traveler, the starry eyed antiquarian. you believe that you were a good husband and good father and you tried your best for your friends- you have proven your unending devotion in ways no other could ever understand.

others call you a monster / tyrant / false prophet. it was not the god whose bones you built your kingdom on that spoke to you, but another- you did not lie / but spoke half-truths. you believed (and still believe) that it was better you who gained this power than some poor mortal of the isles. none of these beings were meant for a war of gods- except perhaps that human girl, luz- for a moment, she was like you, too.

this is not about luz, this is about you. raine asks of what you are, and you take time to think. ❝ i am ... a dead survivor of a battle long since over. i am earth and heaven- i sing with the greater gods and i have shaped this world far before i first stepped foot in it- ❞ you have wondered time and time again if perhaps you were always some missing part of the dead god iapetos. when the archivists came to decimate the titans, were you made of earth and heaven in a softer world? one where you could remain ignorant to this / safe from this? this death, constant deathlessness-

perhaps you were not meant to return. there were many things that you were never meant to do. it hardly matters, now. ❝ i am the voice of a titan- not this titan, but like he, i am earth and heaven. once, i was human- ❞ a pause, a breath- you watch raine and you decide that they will not attack you. the forest relaxes as the tension fades from your body- even if only for a brief moment. you know the agony will return / it always returns.

❝ alas, the gods do not truly die. we slumber and our souls reach out to those we deem worthy. i was once like you- curious with a thirst for knowledge. i did not listen when i was told to run. behold the path i traveled and what i have become! will you run, now? raine? ❞

[titanomakhea]

ok but irt belos postfinale being the vibe of the roy mustang post

"an irredeemable person living on and devoting themselves to right their wrongs is infinitely more respectable and effective than that person "redeeming" themselves via death without ever doing anything to improve the lives they've ruined"

you have to understand, belos is inherently selfish and prideful. papa titan is right in the sense of belos needs to be the hero of his own story, but the catch with that is he gains gratification most from his own self perception. belos works behind the scenes using his primordial power to repair things, sometimes he'll lifehack things and maybe he'll send some weird omens and people will find things they're looking for- but he's not doing it because he wants others to forgive him.

belos gains that good serotonin from feeling like he's done good work. if you tell him he's done well, either you're stating the obvious which is annoying or you're wrong because your perception of what he's done doesn't match his own-

belos knows that being the person he was when he just wrecked everything on the isles is not a great way to exist. that vibe is bad and so for his own happiness he works to be better. and lucky for everyone else, that "better" lines up with standard morals of self-improvement, but he's not doing it for other people, because belos doesn't do things with other people primarily in mind- he's never been that way, ( even as a human, he was rather selfish, but healthily so? and that will get its own post too- belos as a human vs belos as a primordial ) and he's not going to start putting other people first after 400 years if he wasn't doing that before he had visions from dead gods-

as in, in his mind, belos puts himself first. he's the most important person in his view- rare individuals will be his equals, but he can't imagine someone else having more sway over his actions than himself??? so, basically his path to "redemption" is the most self serving thing ever and it's so on brand for him