After many days of working on making designs for all the Ancients for my AU, I've finally made all of them. In between I've also worked on snippets of their lore and motivations, and also I've decided to give them the collective name of Deities - each one of them representing a twisted version of the element the original Ancients represent. Also, I'm not sure if I can call them cookies anymore. Mayhaps.
Anyway! Here's all of them! Hope you like them! I've tried being original with both their attributes as well as their color palettes, enjoy!
((Edit: I've made some slightly changes to Dark Cacao's design to not make it too similiar to his og design, also because I wanted silver to be something only attributed to White Lily's design))
Pure Vanilla - Deity of Madness
Everything, from the tip of his hat down the ragged mantle he hides himself within, to even the way he moves, speaks, stares, screams uncanny valley enough to send shivers down. He seemingly hides his true self under a more complex mask built more than false benevolence and honeyed words can allow. Not that it would matter much, as most of the mortals (and not) he finds interesting enough to allow entrance to his almost empty Kingdom, have completely lost themselves in the endless truths that the universe is built upon, and wanders mindlessly in a mockery of what could be called life. All in servitude of the Truthful Madness.
Plagued with an ever growing boredom and crippling loneliness after the departure of the one he considered his best friend, he spends most of his time scouting for interests he can amuse himself with, such as sharing intense truths not meant to be discovered; be it in reading poetry or in listening to debates, to even in witnessing life-changing events between space and time. Sometimes he sprinkles in some mischievous fun by letting mortals read snippets of his writing, which has the unfortunate effect of driving them to insanity, and watching as it all unfolds in magnificent entertainment. But even that can do so much when you're cursed with eternal life.
Covering himself how only he can, in his castle's great hall devoid of intelligent life, the lonely king sits on his crooked throne, watching the black suns dancing in the sky outside the window, as he does nothing but looking for a new learning experience. Tired of hearing echoes of a past long gone, friends long lost in themselves - scavenging in every interesting universe he can find - in the hopes of finding someone that can understand his desperation like no one else can. Perhaps all he needs is a jester.
White Lily - Deity of Guidance
She has long forgotten how it was used to be before. Wether she was happy or not, it does not matter now, those days are long gone. So much suffering has she endured until no longer could witness life being so carelessly used, by her own dearest friends no less, abandoning them seemed to be the only choice she had left. Hiding heself and her Garden in the deepest parts of the World, he now guides those who have suffered outrageous fates by the hand of all the cruel Gods dictating their once lives.
Roaming her once dead by grief, now fluorishing garden, Free Guidance welcomes any lost soul that aimlessly wanders between the river of life and death, only for her to accompany them to the Gates of promised Eather where they can finally find peace. She watches smiling as the gratitude in the spirits' eyes is plentiful reward for her actions. But sometimes, to her sorrow and hidden relief, souls would rather serve her cause than to be put to eternal rest, and reside in her garden as company and caretakers of her ever growing floral reign.
The loss of her esteemed friend was mended by time and the genuine loyalty of her followers, but deep down a great sense of anxiety keeps her from ever leaving her weapon behind, as she fears that one day, by any chance, she could be found and have all she had so tenderly built do be destroyed again. Fortunately enough, should that day come, she won't be alone to defend her freedom like before.
Hollyberry - Deity of Obsession
As an intense flame never stops burning within her own chest, Passionate Obession's dcree was of striving to be the best of the best to protect her own ideals of a world in which no one should abandon their own desires. And in order to do so, it is her duty of never letting her own subjects falling in the temptation of comfort, as to not taint their spirits. Dncing; fighting; cooking; gardening; even with something as calming as drawing, you can never be stuck in one place for too long. Her people will work themselves to the brink of exhaustion, driven by her external validation. What matters if a little piece of themselves breaks. Are they influenced by her sole presence to do so? Her feelings aren't suggestions but the very own law that is enforced upon her Wonderland, as an ever-unforgettable presence that captivates and compells.
If by any unfortunate chance you seem to not feel the flame of desire burning within yourself anymore, that means you didn't love it enough to keep trying. But don't you worry! There's always something to do within the Realm. Slacking off is not allowed, so a bit of rehabilitation is needed to reignite the burning fixation. What it means is unkown, but no matter what, everyone gets on track in the end, better than ever even. It is sovereignty of pure, unadultered emotion: Impulsivity is rewarded, carefulness is seen as weakness.
All is constructed like a carefully bilt house of cards, and any sign of dissent is a threat to make it fall in seconds. Despite the loyalty of her own peoppel, an ever feeling sensation of paranoia might affect her at times, as she can only see the world in black and white: either you're with her or against her. And she's not gonna have a problem in the world to chop off heads herself. Her emotional volatility can be as destructive as a storm. By her decree all white flowers must be painted to red. White flowers are prohibited to strive in her Kingdom, as they bring only but spiteful memories to her.
Dark Cacao - Deity of Order
It is said that those who are brave and curious enough to travel up at the very peak the Mountains at the Edge of the world have never been seen or heard from again. From how much of a cautionary tale it may be, nobody really knows what resides there, and several rumors have been created, to attract curiosity as well as discourage many to even think about climbing their way up. Truth is, what resides up there are the only entrance to the Citadel of Order, an impenetrable fortress-like Empire in another realm of existence.
O' warrior, hero, or simple man: must you find yourself before the Gates that spearates reality than divine soil, beware. To gain access to the Citadel, one must prove themself and their undying resolution in a set of brutal trials under the judjmental gaze of the Deity of Order. Once accepted, going back is impossible. Should you try to abandon the trials or cheat your way out, it will be the Resolute Order's duty to directly strike you down with his heavy Greatsword and cast your soul down the mountain to forever wander the world as an incorporeal spirit.
Should you succed against all odds, congratulations! It will be bestowed upon you the blessing of becoming one of the Resolute Order's newest subject and solider, wehter you like it or not, never allowed to leave your new home - not that you would want to anymore, as you no longer remember a life outside of eternal servitude - a loyal, resolute, unstoppable new cog in the ever growing organsism that is order.
Golden Cheese - Deity of Avarice
Should her eyes fall on something she finds interest in, it is doomed to be taken: be it riches or technology or entire populations. Her means of protection and generous sharing have turned into a justification for easier, excessive hoarding. The Golden queen wants it to be enough for everyone, wether she's gonna create it or make it. Her generosity is expressed into taking an ever growing amount of resources to ensure her followers' loyalty and comfort at the expense of the mortal world. Wether she realizes or not she's making life miserable to the mortals outside of her domain, it is unknown. If anything, she welcomes them in her Realm with open arms. They would never want to leave anyway.
Nobody knows how this Fever of Greed affected the Sands of Avarice, but as her realm grew, it was witnessed the moral failing of her kingdom: Abundant Avarice and her subjects found themselves stuck in an eternal symbiotic relationship where eternally they ask and she gives and she asks and they give- The more she gives the more they take and pretend. She can in turn break them, toy with them, kill them; would they feel it? Yes, but are uncaring as she would put them back together again and again, good as new. She scars herself for them and they scar themselves for her. Her greed has overtaken her, so much so it has manifested as golden tears running through all over her.
Such wants and needs have turned into periodic visits to the mortal world and taking everything from developed cities, from resources to people, leaving no signs life behind. People are infected into her Realm and lifestyle into a seemingly golden utopia, but the reality is they all are trapped within their own selfish desires.
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