Wing-Tattoo

Godtier deity effects

What if when you ascend to godtier and enter a new universe, over time, you physically changed. After all, a lot of gods and mythological figures don’t really look human, at least 100%.

Here are some ideas for looking like proper gods!

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Space
- Have small, marble sized satellites orbiting them
- Skin like polished chrome
- Eyes like a galaxy
- Their freckles are stars, if you look close enough. They glow at night
- Hair that seems infinitely thick
- Their freckles are the constellations, the night sky literally looking like them

Time
- Each footstep sounds like a deafening, solitary tick on a clock
- When walking on grass, the grass springs up. When taking their foot off, it withers and dies before returning to normal
- Their breath creates a heat shimmer effect
- Sand trails from their hands and feet, as if they were disintegrating
- An aura of dust - Patches of rust on their skin
- Their irises are gears or mini clocks
- Everything seem to stop as they approach

Light
- Blood is rainbow technicolor
- Their touch makes things shimmer and shine
- Their skin is naturally radiant
- While touching things, they temporarily turn to gold
- They have skin like stained glass
- They glitter gold dust as they walk

Void
- Have no body temperature
- You can’t sense their presence. You just feel. Nothing.
- Pure black eyes
- Drips black ink
- Dark mist curls around their feet/hands/eyes
- Everything they touch grows darker, but if you look closer there’s a subtle glitter to it - They have a dark aura around them, sometimes manifesting as horrorterror-esque tendrils - Have an aura of whispers

Heart
- Eye colors change depending on mood
- Has a visible aura
- When their heart is beating hard, everyone hears it
- Spirits are visible around them
- Multiple arms
- Have crystalline skin
- Skin like cracked glass


Mind
- Teal electricity sparks when they concentrate
- Eye contact with them is haunting, like glass shards against your soul. They see through you
- When around them your thoughts, ideas, and imagination become visible
- Multiple eyes

Hope
- Angel wings
- a halo
- Seems to have angel bodyguards follow them around
- Bleed shimmering gold ichor
- Their presence sounds like faint bells and chimes
- They often have ‘God Ray’ lighting
- Their skin looks like polished stone
- Their daydreams are visible

Rage
- Black sclera with purple irises
- Demon horns
- Dark purple or black veins
- A halo of violet light
- Their foot steps leave flames
- Sharp teeth
- Eyes like burning coals
- They exhale smoke and embers and have a general smoke aura. Embers cover their shoulders
- Cat/snake/pentagram eyes
- Black crow/raven/bat wings
- Demonic rune tattoos
- A voice like thunder or a calming fire

Life
- Their hair is a bunch of leaves
- Their footsteps make flower bloom
- As they walk, flower petals trail from them
- Has skin like bark or has scales
- Can have any number of animal features like cat ears, a tail, horns, etc
- Vines wrap around their limbs
- Always seems to be healthier than you are, especially on your best days

Doom
- Has a full body tattoo of their skeleton
- Lifeless eyes
- They don’t bleed
- Plants wither, wilt, and die as they walk past
- Their voice is sharp and crisp, like the slamming of a door or the sound of a book hitting the floor
- Green specks and numbers float around them, like the Matrix
- Skin like cold iron, both in touch and texture
- Magic circle tattoos

Breath
- Small clouds form at their feet when walking on air
- When they yell, the wind howls
- Their hair almost like water, gracefully floating and moving
- Their breath is visible like mist or an exhals on a cold day
- As they walk past, they always carry a light breeze
- Their hair is made from puffy clouds
- Legs turn into gaseous mist
- They are incredibly light for the height and weight

Blood
- Blood like liquid shimmering ruby
- In the dark, their veins glow like molten lava
- Their touch feels vaguely familiar
- Their eyes are a deep red, looking at them feels like home
- They have a warm aura, growing in weight and intensity with their anger.
- Their voice always brings a vague sense of nostalgia for home, in a way you cant quite place
- The whites of their eyes becoming redder, as if a vessel had burst inside
- Cuts would tend towards bleeding in three distinct trails, mirroring the aspect’s symbol
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These are just a few of the possibilities and can help steer and direct personal traits and motifs. Of course this is never final or anything, it’s just to help spur ideas

Made partially because I shared my initial Rage list with mod Wren from @prospitsisters s and they started having ideas for others, so naaaturally I had to do stuff for others too.

They made an effects list too! Go check it out!

So I was drunk and I had this dream where when you turn 17 a tattoo that represents your soulmate appears on your skin in a random place and its colour is proportional to the love your soulmate has for you.

Jimin has two little wings on his fingers, and he knows it’s Jungkook. He just knows it’s the maknae of his group, he has always loved him. Sadly, the wings are just black, so he always wear a ring because he doesn’t want to be reminded that his soulmate -the love of his life- doesn’t love him.
When Jungkook turns 17, he and the other members are gathered in their living room waiting for the tattoo to appear, but nothing happens. Jin tries to calm Jungkook with a “maybe it takes some time, we’ll se tomorrow, yeah?” So Jungkook goes to take a shower and HOLY SHIT there’s a super colourful flower on his hip.
He’s excited but also annoyed because “wtf I’m A MAN with a flower tattooed”.
So he never let others see his tattoo ‘cause “it’s in a very private part”.
Jimin looks under the ring on his finger: his tattoo is still black. He swears he’s never going to look at it again.
Time passes, it’s 2015 and Jungkook starts to panic because the colours of his tattoo are gradually becoming less vibrant.
WHAT THE FRICKING FUCK MY SOULMATE IS TIRED OF ME AND WE HAVEN’T EVEN MET YET.
He spends a lot of time walking around, looking at people, hoping to meet a person that would make his heart flutter, but nothing.
The flower on his hip, once painted with beautiful colours, now it’s almost black. He just gives up.
One day he’s putting on a pair of underwear after a shower and Namjoon -who never knocks- walked in their shared room and sees the tattoo.
“Isn’t that an hibiscus?”
“I-I don’t know, I don’t know flow- FOR FUCKS SAKE STOP STARING, ITS NEAR MY PRINCE PARTS”
“S-Sorry but don’t you know that hibiscus are Jimin’s favourite flowers?”
“What the fuck are you saying hyung”
So Namjoon takes him to Jimin’s room -thankfully no one is there- and points to a picture of baby Jimin where he’s holding a bunch of hibiscus in his small hands.
“Listen hyung, it’s a coincidence, how many people have a picture with flowers, c'mon”
“Yeah, but how many people have a picture with hibiscus AND a collection of dried hibiscus?” And he takes this notebook from Jimin’s bedside table and it’s full of hibiscus, and Jungkook wants to disappear because, 1) his soulmate is a man and it’s his band mate 2) how in the hell he didn’t know about these stuff.
So Jungkook tries to make Jimin love him again, but he doesn’t tell him he’s his soulmate because he couldn’t handle the rejection. He hugs Jimin, compliments him and all those cheesy stuff that he tought would make himself cringe, but he actually loves showering Jimin with attentions.
He loves Jimin, but, apparently, Jimin doesn’t love him anymore.
Does he even know Jungkook is his soulmate?
Run comeback is near and Jungkook is so fucking tired of trying to make Jimin love him again. His tattoo is colourless. So he just gives up, again.

Jimin Is on his bed, reading a really cheesy book, when he cuts his finger with the paper. He then goes to the bathroom to disinfect it, but a little bit of blood went under the ring, the one he never -never- takes off.
He takes a deep breath, preparing himself to the sting at his heart, and slides the ring off of his finger.
His heart stops.
The wings are painted in a beautiful golden colour.
He run towards Jungkook’s room.

Jungkook is working out in his boxer, when the door slams open.
Why doesn’t anyone fuckin knock?
He sees Jimin -so beautiful- and his eyes are glossy, his cheeks flushed and wet from the tears he’s shedding and he sticks his hand towards him, showing him the golden wings tattooed on his finger and Jungkook fucking loses it.
He runs and hugs Jimin so tight that he starts coughing, but he’s hugging him back so tightly, sobbing into his naked chest, tears flowing from the older’s eyes to Jungkook’s abdomen and even if they’re are basically squeezing each other, they feel like they’re breathing for the first time.
The younger cries too, one hand on Jimin’s back and the other in the orange hair and he’s so fucking happy.

They stare at each other, tears still rolling down from their eyes, the distance between their lips reducing, and they’re kissing, feeling the salt from their tears.


Jungkook -with Jimin surprise- pulls his boxers slightly down and looks at the tattoo : the hibiscus has never been more colourful.


Conclusions:
1) Jikook is real
2) my English sucks
3) drunk me is a genius

Victor had the heat of Yuuri above him, the colors of his feathers painting them both in midnight blue, the drive of his gentle force. They clung to each other until the night had come and gone, spent the earliest light of dawn gathered in each other’s embrace, in the protection of Yuuri’s wings. Dancing in the bedsheets like they had danced out of them, singing into each other’s mouths until they were both too exhausted to move and could only fall asleep, still entangled.

Yuuri’s enchanted command had kept the crew off board, leaving them undisturbed. When they woke up, they fed one another breakfast off their fingertips, revelling in the quiet that they could fall back into with their love.

Victor’s lips started low, touching every inked feather, every mark stained into Yuuri’s skin.

He took Yuuri’s ankles into his hands, adoring the contrast between the shades of their skin. His fingertips fluttered up behind Yuuri’s calves as he kissed the soles and arches of Yuuri’s feet, worshipping every part that marked him as a siren.

Victor pushed his tired siren back to the center of the mattress, continuing his caresses upon setting Yuuri down in their nest of bedding. From the jut of Yuuri’s ankle bone, he brushed along the length of Yuuri’s legs until the dark of the tattooed feathers ceased into the peach of his thighs.

From there, Victor took Yuuri’s hands in his. One at a time, he kissed at Yuuri’s palms and fingers, over each ring the siren wore. Then, his mouth traveled over Yuuri’s wrists and forearms, tracing the markings there.

Yuuri chirped his approval when Victor wrapped himself around his siren, laying them side to side. Wings folded away, the tattoos depicting them adorned Yuuri’s back. The colors of the ink had changed with the season, pinks and blues replacing his usual red and black. Almost as alluring as they were in their unhidden form. Victor kissed between Yuuri’s shoulderblades, from where the wings crested to the feather tips resting just above the curve of his buttocks, and back again.

Yuuri unwound in Victor’s arms, the pace of his heart settling like it only could around his mate. Kisses continued, sweet and giving, over the ridges of Yuuri’s spine, the back of his neck. Up behind his ear and across his jaw, where the markings dotted Yuuri’s face. Victor could feel the stretch of Yuuri’s smile beneath his lips.

“I love your markings so much,” Victor muttered against Yuuri’s ear, kissing at it too. “I love how they spread when you’re angry, how they look against my skin when you touch me. I love how the ones here sprout feathers when you blush.”

As if on cue, little feathers tickled at Victor’s lips, Yuuri’s cheeks burning pink.

“I had an idea… for something I could do, a symbol that would show you as my mate for life.”

The siren twisted at the waist, gazing back at Victor with wide brown eyes. His finger drew a question onto the back of the hand which had settled low on his stomach.

“It’d be a surprise, but I promise that you’ll like it. Or I hope so,” Victor laughed. “I think you’d like it. A way of having a part of you with me, no matter where I am. Is that okay?”

Yuuri turned into Victor completely and nuzzled into his chest, kissing above his heart. He traced his answer over the lingering warmth his lips left there. Please.