#Endless Deity

[maglife17]

Limitless God!

“For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people,” Titus 2:11 When God’s grace meticulously orchestrates your steps, it might lead others to perceive you as arrogant. It is essential to remember that their misunderstanding stems from an inability to comprehend the divine guidance cradling your journey. As you walk in alignment with God’s will, your path may appear seamless…

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[ginjones]

“What did Apollo dream of?” Asks Hob, his voice a questing note which brushes the curve of Dream’s ear. He lies in naked warmth across the corded thew of his back, breathing life into marble. Breathing for them both. They had stayed this way for hours. Swathed together in the casual rituals of Sunday. An indulgent afternoon spent riding the blissful peaks of orgasm. Fragments of time dissolving into the peony blush of an August sunset.

Muscles tense beneath him and for a moment, Hob wants to swallow his words. The question has come too early. He should have waited. Let another century pass in quiet restraint for answers to fall unbidden. Then Dream moves under him with tectonic force, and every muscle rolls to bear his weight with ease. Impassive eyes stare blankly up.

“Music,” Dream states simply and then, after a pause “how the notes of a Lyre might soar and scatter their seed in the wheat fields of Crete. He dreamed the way God’s dream. With intent.”

“Oh.” Hob replies, “…alright.” He is not sure how to take this or for what answer he had hoped.

When Dream had returned to him in the bright glory of a June afternoon, had called him friend and sat in alignment on the seat of a twin chair, he had felt himself exalted. Then came the gifts of a name, several in fact, and the first offering of answers. That he had lain at the base of a glass sphere for 133 years. That he had missed the sound of birds taking flight. That blood will turn a dark sepia if left to stain a cold stone floor. Hob had felt the brush of fingers to his palm then. He had felt each subtle contact point of hands, of wrists, of legs. He had said nothing. Dream, he had told him, is in the process of rebuilding.

Hob gives himself freely to this process. By July the casual touches had transformed into weekly rituals where, in the summer heat of his flat upstairs, they had venerated each other in the arching of bodies, in the twisting of limbs. In warmth. In wetness. In light.

Dream looks up at him now, the light of ancient stars reflecting in his eyes. He smiles faintly. “I have had many lovers, Hob”. And he knows this. He knows. But he wants to know more. He wants to unwind the tangled eons of his being and find the subtle frays of conquest. To trace the heart line of his relations with the gods of another age. To wonder perhaps, what they felt like to this impossible creature who, after making himself a willing body, became the vessel for their dreams.

And his traitorous mind will not stop its reckless imaginings. Of perfect bodies mounting each other with graceful fluidity. Rutting for hours, decadent in the gleam of their own transcendent   splendour. He regards his own body then and finds it lacking. And yet, to trace the distant lands of Dream’s past is to know him, fondly, completely. He holds the envious blade to his heart and smiles. 

“I want to show you something,” Hob says, “Wait here.”

He rises from the alter of the bed to gather the offerings of books. Stories told by others to share. Hutton’s Queens of the Wild, a battered copy of Lexicon Iconographicum Mythologiae Classiciae he had bought second-hand in Cambridge. Human tales to dying gods who wait, in the tomb of the earth, for idolatrous rebirth. He places them down kindly and wraps himself again in the comfort of the bed.

Seraphic black eyes glance over the pages for the briefest of seconds before one is turned, then another and Hob realises this is how Dream processes information. So that entire books could be read in minutes; knowledge subsumed, taken inwards, and swallowed whole. Each story catalogued and reformed as a star in the nightscape consciousness of the collective unconscious.

“And what about Brigid?” Hob asks again, brushing a finger over the image of a woodcut in Hutton’s book. Dream’s body curves towards him; the pale crescent of a waning moon.

“Protection to those who would adorn her with the pearls of their words. Love given at a price. She was triple natured and dreamt of sacraments in milk and blood.”

He imagines the proud swell of her breasts and the lustrous warmth of her sex. How Dream might have laid her down among the richness of the living earth, her legs parting in mimicry of the unfurling of shivering leaves. How he might have bent to kiss the curve of her fruiting form and then, with the surge of yellow iris and bloodied poppies their consummation would sing in the arrival of spring.

Dream watches him closely with the subtle glimpse of a frown. His features correct themselves back to unspoilt marble. He glances back at the book.

Hours pass, or maybe days, and Dream is feeding him grapes. He watches with fascination at the ripe burst between his teeth. He places one perfect finger to the corner of his mouth and Hob takes him in. They make love again. Dream edging inside gently; a curtesy that belies the sheer strength of him. His shoulders are the roll of Atlantic waters, his corded muscles the terrain of mountains. Every quiet command to sit or bend down or open for me is the distant promise of a rainstorm. A body made for the pleasure of the divine. In the drop after the rising heat of release, he is reformed in bliss and made anew.

 “And Saturn?” He asks, once more.

It is midnight now. Time hangs suspended from one day till the next. His throat is the frayed edge of a salt slicked rope. Language has come back to him slowly and with it, the recollection that he wants to learn more. He has been placed under soft, dark sheets and held in the willowy bough of cool arms. His world has shrunk to hold nothing but the senses; the smell of his own body, juniper and vetiver. The glow of orange lamplight casting shadows on the wall. The delicate ache of muscles. The sound of distant voices rises thorough the stone of buildings, the wood of floorboard.

Dream is under the blankets with him too. He opens his eyes; sapphire bright.

“Unwavering devotion despite the hardships of capricious seasons. To be fed the rich loam of toil. Saturnalia was a decedent celebration, but his worshippers did not sleep. They turned away from my realm to follow the ghost of his words.”

“And you’re okay with me not being…Like; you don’t mind if I’m not someone one who could…”  Be a god for you, He thinks. Be better than I am. Be good enough to keep you.

Dream graces him with the rarity of a true smile and moves to close the distance. He is pulled to rest his head in the cove of a moonlit scapula. He is held there in silence; Dream placing a hand to the soft warmth of his stomach then tracing the thick trail of chestnut hair that leads down towards his pubis. He nuzzles into the crook of his neck and Hob can feel the subtle sensation of air. Dream is breathing him in. In this sanctuary they have created for themselves he is reminded of several moments. Where Dream, bathed in morning light, has watched him butter bread, or rinse dishes, or change tracks on a playlist to find a favourite song. He has watched him water plants, watched him eat. Has asked, several times in fact, to place a hand to the bob of his throat when he swallows. Sometimes, when he has woken from the swell of sleep, he finds Dream’s attentions on the aura- space around him. His eyes lit from the inside, tracing the phantom movements of some unseen, imperceptible thing. Half asleep still, he has seen Dream move a hand through the gloaming air in a dextrous swirl of intent. Capturing something, examining it, then looking back at him. You dream such wonderful things.

And here, resting together, Dream’s voice brushes the curve of his ear.

“You are more than a god, Hob. You are human.”

@softest-punk

#dreamling fic #dreamling #dream x hob #dream of the endless #hob galding #hobert hob gadling #the sandman fic #the sandman #greek gods #pagan deities #what it means to be human

[shannonsketches]

I saw discourse so this is the reminder to the class that I think the lore would be 1000000x better if Hylia was a magnificent terrifying red bird god and Demise was a ghibli style angry boar god horror show and neither of them looked humanesque at all thank you

#GIVE ME INHUMAN SHAPES YOU COWARDS #GIVE ME ANCIENT DEITIES THAT PREDATE ANTHROPOMORPHISMS #GIVE ME MORE THINGS LIKE THE THE DEKU TREE AND THE KOKIRI THAT ANY CRITICAL THOUGHT WOULD RENDER HORRIFYING #GIVE ME SUPERNATURAL NATURE BEAST GODS #GIB CREECHUR #Anyway #like legit you already had boar ganon as a thing #and the gold/red bird as the symbol for hyrule that you acknowledged in skysword #like hylia and zelda's lore is so rich for phoenix and ho oh feng huang texturing it was Right Fucking There it's RIGHT THERE #a goddess reborn in an endless cycle in times of peace only to disappear when trouble brews that's literally phoenix / feng huang legen #god just hire me nintendo let me write some good shit for you

[1ndivara]

Have some apollos <33

POV: you're Marsyas

#apollo #yes I KNOW he has different features in every version but...have you considered.. #he's a god? #i mean can you honestly he won't have a straight nose and long wavy hair one day #short curls and petal like lips the next? #the possibilities are endless #hmmm now i wish i could shapeshift #apollon #greek mythology #greek gods #olympians #apollo deity #toa #trials of apollo #fanart #apollo art #my art <3

[the-everqueen]

...not to be insane but i stumbled on a fic where h*b is the Nahuatl deity Quetzalcoatl and i. i cannot. the once slave trader has been posed as a Native god. what.

#this is NOT going in the character tag and this is NOT going to be rebloggable bc i don't want attention but. #i'm. baffled. by the choice to make the white british man played by a white british man. a Mesoamerican deity. #like. the guy who in canon funded the TAST. #this is my ancestors' culture. this is culture people are actively working to revitalize. #i'd get it if it were the Endless transposed into central america. like okay. they don't have a ''fixed'' ethnic background. #but it's. the historic white british dude? who symbolizes. fucking britain??? #what kind of colonization shit IS this. #i'm sorry i DON'T usually care about whatever shit the fandom is hyped on #but this is just. baffling. #whiteness is always afforded the language of the human

[mjuuuk]

also, thinking about it a little more - is it stated anywhere if raphael is immortal? i always just assumed he isn’t (just ages veeery slowly. girl drop the skincare routine) because of his cute lil wrinkles but i could be mistaken

#would actually help explaining his endless ambition more #if he inevitably dies someday (without the crown) it’s just a desperate race against time to prove himself #and he’s always so chill like ‚oh ill just wait another few hundred years‘ #but ultimately his dad and the other archdevils have been around for so much longer than he has and will still be after he’s gone #like hes OLD in mortal standards but also really just a smidge of time #anyhow thinking too much about timelines measured by immortal deities makes my brain uncomfortably mushy so ill. stop myself here lol #ramblings #bg3 #bg3 raphael #baldur's gate iii #raphael the cambion #raphael bg3

[androgynousevilqueen]

Before I had the term nonbinary, I had Desire. I've modeled my gender after them ever since.

#They were my first They #nonbinary deity #desire of the endless #the sandman

[moonfox281]

Raid.

These are the test run for a new alternative universe I'm working on for the Robins.

#jason todd #dick grayson #five elements deity AU #moonie's art #moonie's endless journey of figuring out how to art

[mxwhore]

hi i literally love your monster jon sooooo fucking much he is so cool and awesome, and also? kinda gender of him to become a big eldritch horror beast

thank you! jons new gender can be summed up as "angelic" but i don't think that means a good thing

#i must not distract myself from studying but i wanted to upload something #a deity. a protector. a tortured soul. claws that tear. endless hunger etc etc #tma #tma somewhere else #monster jon adventures

[fortitudina]

DEITIES & THE ENDLESS STARTER CALL!

Like this post for a starter from one of my deities & the endless listed below. Please specify which angel you'd like, otherwise it'll be left open-ended. Multimuses, please also specify which muse you'd like the starter for.

Asherah

Fate

Life

Mary

God

Elua

Lord Morpheus

#* OOC #* STARTER CALL #* DEITIES STARTER CALL #* THE ENDLESS STARTER CALL

[twinrot-arts]

Twilit Healer

5-22 - For Others. Another belated birthday gift, but man, did we try to make it as good as we could TTvTT Such a lovely character, very fun to rrrrt...~ For the lovely serpent...~ Only Nil and we may use, do not steal.

Do Not Repost/Use/Remove Caption. Like this? Consider comms/ko-fi~ Art © twinrot -- Cael (c) EndlessShower

#gift #fantasy #deity #art #artists on tumblr #twinguts #twinrot #finished #birthday gift #endlessshower #endless #nil #lovely serpent #oc #original character #cael #sunset court #god #star form #star #beast #being #wind #dusk #healing #moon #flower #nature #digital painttoolsai huiontablet

[artmill-danaan]

Sweet dreams

Trying new medias once more

#traditional art #my art #pastel #dream of the endless #morpheus #the sandman netflix #the sandman #sandman fanart #one pissed of eldricht deity #artists on tumblr

[bewitchingbaker]

Now I need Chris battling an Lovecraftian God shonen style

"Good to know I have the composure to take on a God."

Stolen from: @predatorymaniac

#ooc #ic #facts #//Maybe once Chris gets control of his endless magic energy #he takes on a Deity

[chimeracomplex]

tfw you love the outer space so much while you find endless joy and comfort in it that you're more than happy to make your own fun lil' personal religion based on it 💖✨💖✨💖✨

#💭 #/// #// #/ #[ ✨ : if the people on this world don't get me then I got the stars and planets and all else in the space who does xoxo ] #[ much love to Earth though they deserve so much better than what humanity had and has given to them :c ] #[ but yeah I'm sooooo excited to do more with figuring this stuff out ] #[ I was thinking about my origin story with Chaos / Void and Cosmos / Universe ] #[ with Time and Space and Antimatter being the guardians of the celestial order and it's just so chefs kiss ] #[ also been thinking so much about Jupiter who's the Solaris deity of home and strength and protection ] #[ and Jupiter being trans... obsessed with the image of his planet that was in trans colors through near ultraviolet light! ] #[ ugh my love and care for the outer space is truly endless <333 ]

[lightdancer1]

The first of the Tales of the Sunless Lands:

Will be a specific take on the Tale of the Death of Baldr from Germanic myth. The surviving version in the Eddas suffers very heavily from Christianization, so my IRL religious beliefs shape my presentation of this version of the Tale. It will also have a short prelude showing the post-binding of the Fenris Wolf and the assignment of Fenris to a prison, the Jormugandr to encircle the Earth, and Death, aka Hel, given primordial Niflheim as a domain as the Aesir understand it (more precisely they connect to the Sunless Lands in one of its many facets).

One of my favorite bits of Sandman is just how much of old Germanic lore it uses, so this is something of a love letter to that and a modern day retelling of the myth much as Song of Orpheus retells the founding myth of the Orphic path, the journey of Orpheus to Hades to reclaim the soul of his wife Eurydice.

There are some particular resonances of the Tale of Baldr and of Orpheus, but in more of a loose sense, and it gets across the whole aspect of what and who Death is as Hel, much as Morpheus is God of Dreams and Poetry in the Sandman version of Greek lore.

Death's connection to Nifllheim (or more precisely in Sandman terms that the Aesir, Vanir, Jotnar, and Muspelli all see Niflheim and the Sunless Lands identically) is also one of the roots of the whole Yeneli thing as the defeat of Niflheim is one of Muspel's first victories and they see the emergence of Hel as a threat to that and Yeneli, who can see the future, takes actions to ensure that Niflheim would never threaten to undo the initial wins. At one level. At another level she's a dick to the ruler of Niflheim because she can be and who precisely would tell her no?

This is one reason that one of the names for the Sunless Lands to the beings of the Germanic worlds is 'the Land of the Twelve Rivers.'

Among the other Afterlife realms it has a connection to are the old Levantine Sheol and the Sumerian Underworld, in which she was known as Eriskegal, and as per that lore had a husband who happened to be the real God Nergal, who equally was one of Death's various divine paramours.

And yes, the real life deity Nergal was a God of War and Plague, so he has more than a few traits in common with the deity they riffed on with him from Warhammer 40K. No, this is not why I went with that, I'm simply having the idea of a queenly figure ruling a land of the dead of utter gloom and darkness as the archetype Death influenced and the idea of Underworld-rulers.

#tales of the sunless lands #death of the endless #sandman fanfiction #the first of these will be the tale of Baldr #the second will be spun off of aspects of Sumerian lore #and in particular from the background of Pharamond #who in this case is a Sumerian deity who's gone by many names #he was originally called Ninurta

[endless-expertise27]

This is one of my artworks

Tridev and Tridevi painting

Hope you like it 🤗

#painting #tridev #tridevi #trinity #hinduism #art #colourful #taping #beautiful #god #godess #deities #endless expertise