#Day of the Horned God

[crimerecords-info]

October 18 - The Day of the Horned God of Britain

The Day of the Horned God of Britain is an ancient pagan holiday. This forest deity had many names and was known far beyond the borders of Britain. In Wales he was called Ato, the Horned God; in Windsor Forest, Ernie the Hunter; sometimes he was also called Cernunnus. But no matter what name he wore, no matter how he was portrayed, he had one invariable distinguishing feature - deer antlers on his head.

Locals claim that Ernie the Hunter still wanders through the woods in the vicinity of Windsor Castle. In 1964, he was seen rushing through the forest riding a fire-breathing horse.

And nowadays, in some areas of Britain, the Great Horn Holiday is celebrated in autumn. Men walk the streets with deer antlers attached to their heads. This is a reminder that the ancient forest deity disposes of the fertility of forest animals.

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[telanadasvhenan]

“Every time you’re more than just a person to someone,

you’re also less than a person to them.”

Here’s some line art for a painting that I don’t think I’m ever going to finish ! Decided I might as well post this even if I won’t complete it :]

[skf-fineart]

Head with Horns, before 1894

Unknown artist/maker, Previous Attribution: Paul Gauguin

Sandalwood with traces of polychromy on a lacewood base

8 11/16 × 9 × 4 3/4 in.

This sculpture was photographed and labeled "Marquesan Idole" by Jules Agostini (French, 1859-1930) in November 1894, in the Marquesas Islands, in Nuku Hiva (Paris, musée du Quai Branly-Jacques Chirac, Agostini's photo albums). Sent to work for the French State in Oceania, Agostini stopped in the Marquesas Islands in late November 1894 just before arriving in Tahiti, where he stayed until 1898.

[clownsuu]

I wonder what Frank's reaction would be to Howdy's visiting cousin... especially since Howdy would talk about his family, but now the rest of the neighbors get to see a relative? I can only imagine the antics bwaha!

(A silly thing, for you!)

AWEEE MY BB BOYO ;;;;; more for frank to absolutely obsess over got d a m-

[dylan-blake9]

Part two of my other tf2 post 🤣🤣😭💀

[nyoomerr]

What’s your go to Luo Binghe character design? Curly hair, brown eyes, tall, horns, straight hair, red eyes, claws? I’m curious, just *how* demon is he?

generally i picture him like the english/russian edition designs (aka, the fanon binghe with curly/fluffy hair) but the other details i pick and choose depending on setting or AU, tbh.

i like the idea that his eyes are a warm brown that glints red in different lighting or when he's worked up or using his demon powers, and i'm a BIG fan of giving him large, curling ram's horns along with pointed ears and little fangs and claws - but they aren't details that i default to imagining him with.

mostly because i think that if binghe did possess more physically demonic features, it would be a whole Thing he'd have to work through (i.e. "my REAL appearance is so clearly demonic, maybe it would remind shizun why he threw me away, etc etc"). after all, his own plan to be re-accepted by sqq was to blend in to huan hua and "prove" that he was a righteous cultivator that could live among humans - so naturally more visible demonic features would be something that he'd also want to repress, perhaps even in extreme ways if illusions couldn't cover it.

that isn't something that i always want to make space for in my own AUs, though, so i tend to only indulge in more demonic looking bingys when either a) i know i'll already be in the same wheelhouse as binghe's insecurities around his heritage or b) it's an AU that's so divorced from canon that the insecurities may not exist at all.

i will admit to having a history of commissioning art that specifically calls out more demonic features, though - especially some big curving ram's horns 😌

[ivyodessa]

Blessed Beltane 🏵️🌱🌼

[local-diavolo-anon]

I apologise because i have bad burnout and i can't color anything in these days :((

But i love this guy so fucking much i swear to god-

Ii gathered all the design notes i took for myself over the time i was reading Cryptid Sightings and made a singular page with everything

So yeah, @naffeclipse, for u 👉👈

[themintman]

dude ever since hearing about the whole Jack miniseries thing I've had little ideas for their quests bouncing around in my brain. And like. I don't plan to go into detail with many of them but this one I just HAVE to it's so silly 😭

So basically it starts like a generic pillager outpost rhing. They go to the outpost, defeat the pillagers, free everyone, just standard stuff. But as they're leaving they notice that when the remaining pillagers fled they left behind a ravager calf. So everyone is like "damn that's sad nothing we can do tho"

Except for nurm. Who smuggles the calf back into town.

So now Nurm has this very illegal, villager killing baby monster called Princess or something just.. chilling in his house. The only people who know about her are Sammy, Jack and Vos. And over the next few months they have to look after this huge puppy of a creature, all while pretending theat they don't have a ravager because aha that's ridiculous who would bring a ravager into town, right guys??

They take her on several quests, each time the plan to sneak her in and out of town gets more and more elaborate as she gets bigger (like. From the size of a smallish dog to an ELEPHANT. These things are big). Every so often someone catches a glimpse of her and rumors spread through town. Someone will tell the gang about how they saw this "mighty beast with horns that scrape the sky" and they're just like SHIT, PRINCESS GOT OUT AGAIN

Eventually they have to give her away though cause, yknow, it's illegal to have a ravager, especially without a license.

[heaven-said]

{{ I've been meaning to write the headcanon post about Gabriel's horn so here we go! sdkghdskhds Speaking of Armageddon! Gabriel's horn is practically a weapon in itself, in a... round-about way. It is a long, thin golden horn, not like a jazz trumpet, but like a medieval trumpet, just not accurate to any human instrument design.

And the sound it makes... is utterly alien. Cacophonous but beautiful, as angels are prone to. It resembles a million choirs and has a glistening like bells but somehow also is distinctly a brass wind instrument to the ears.

And his song is... happy! Extremely joyous, uplifting and jubilant! But... vaguely alarm-like. Its a short phrase of notes ( if you can call the sound it makes notes ) repeated in perfectly spaced measures, over and over, multiple times, like a warning siren.

And when he plays he soars all around the planet and back to where he started. Because this trumpet causes the Rapture to happen behind him in a wave.

The final harvest! Which means its time for all the good human souls to go home!! For good. And there will be no more souls created. The human race has officially been stopped in totality. The human experiment is over. And everything left behind will be destroyed. }}

[kitteqq]

meme redraw for 'christ you are extremely fuckin selfish, die' uhmm this is. pre-guest war lol

[blueblend]

Linktober | 2023 | Day 9 | Deity | Main Calendar

I loved finding the Horned God in Tears of the Kingdom, don't get me wrong, but I also miss him being next to the Hateno home.

(I'm finally caught up again.)

[candycryptids]

Everyone got tell @dustedbooksandreadingnooks congratulations and clap and cheer for him so loudly he finished doing the base mods for Kizuna and he is SO BEAUTIFUL

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 133

so im getting my aradia cosplay back together and my new wig and horns came in today SO i took some pics and used them VERY loosely as reference to get a more semirealistic style sketch?

idk im just VERY excited about this new wig lol

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 7

Everybody thank @brutal-nemesis for her cave knowledge and help today!

If you've been sitting here saying "wow boa, this stuff is great, but I really need a character based off the warlock class of DND struggling to serve their patron!" then you're really gonna like today's writing and you should buy a lottery ticket.

Content warning: Claustrophobia in the form of a very narrow cave. Take care of yourselves!

Magic with a Cost

The walls of the cave were definitely getting narrower now. Where there had once been enough room to stretch out his arms, his fingertips now brushed against the rough, stone walls on either side. 

The adventurer sent the shadows of these depths away, leaving an otherworldly light. Controlling the darkness was strange in that way. If he banished it, there could only be light in its absence.

He unfurled the parchment on which a very drunk bar customer had scribbled the map of this cave system. It occurred to him that he should’ve tried harder to persuade them, rather than simply buying drinks until he got what he wanted. But it wasn’t his fault his patron had been so stingy with their powers recently. 

Well. Not entirely his fault.

If he’d read the disjointed scribbles of ink correctly, this crevice would lead to a wider cavern housing the element his patron was after. 

Pushing forward the walls narrowed further, just as promised, until they were pushing against his sides. They were moist, wetting his cloak just enough to feel the clammy chill this far underground, but the grainy texture still chafed against bare arms. He wrapped his cloak around himself, sliding further into the crevice, finally able to spot an opening just ahead.

His shoulders were too wide after a while and he sidled ahead instead, but then even the cloak was too thick to pass through. Reluctantly, he unclasped it and regretted his sleeveless style. Though usually functional in conflict to avoid overheating, his teeth were now chattering and his arms and shoulders were being scraped raw. 

With one final lunge, he emerged in a round cavern. It still felt remarkably like a hallway, longer than it was wide, but he could finally breathe again. He summoned a fire for light this time, remembering his instructions.

Call me when you arrive. I don’t need you messing about with what’s rightfully mine.

He hadn’t quite understood the explanation of why his patron couldn’t travel here themself. The pitch dark of a cave was, naturally, suited to them. But they’d chastised him with explanations about natural light sources, potency of shadows, and how his humanity allowed him to ignore such discrepancies. 

But fire, as a sister to the sun, was a suitable replacement for her. 

Flames danced along the walls revealing what he hadn’t paid attention to before: sloped floors dipping down to a pool in the middle of the room. It couldn’t have been more than a meter deep, and the water was clear all the way to the bottom.

And then he was pulled away from it by a familiar dizziness as his own shadow lurched and twisted. Of course, rather than possessing one of the many eligible shadows around him, his patron had to make their entrance unsettling. His consciousness blurred at the edges until they’d adjusted their physical form to their liking, towering over him with a grin.

“Ahhhhh… and here I was thinking you’d never call me, baby!” They stretched dramatically, hissing sounds and tendrils of smoke imitating the cracking of joints.

“I would never call you that. And you’d be much grumpier if you just made the journey I did.” He was having trouble hiding the goosebumps and smeared blood on his arms.

“You are my spiritual sugar baby if we’re being technical. You’d call me that if it meant I restored your full access to my power.” Their patron laughed, knowing he had no good response to that.

“Well, get going with your thing then. I’d like to stop begging for every miniscule bit of help.”

“Yes, about that. Where the hells have you brought me?” 

“Where ol’ drunkie told me the Treasure of Elmstern Cave is,” he enunciated sarcastically.

“I told you what to do if you wanted my powers of persuasion.”

“And I wasn’t going to give a sermon on a demonic entity to the whole bar, including the guy I needed details from.” 

When his patron touched him in this plane of reality, it was delayed. Their touches were firm and cold, but disconnected from their body. The movement simply happened faster than this realm could process. 

All that to say: when they slapped him, he couldn’t see it coming. A chilly wind preceded harsh contact, only after which did he see the followthrough of their hand before tumbling to the ground. 

“I am not demonic.”

“Yeah? You’re definitely acting like it!” He pushed himself back up, only to find his patron’s manifestation standing directly against him. “I know you’re not a demon, but those without pacts aren’t very understanding.”

“That doesn’t excuse you speaking in such a way.”

“Then just take your fucking treasure and leave me be!” He pushed them back, tired of the cheap intimidation tactics.

“Oh, I would have.” Their tone dropped.

That made their beneficiary freeze.

“And why not?”

“It’s not here.” A flinch.

“But they said-”

“I don’t care what story the town gossip spun for you,” they interrupted, their voice booming and echoing off the walls. “I’ve warned you. Continuous failures prove to me that the essence of your soul may be much more useful than your precious little mortal existence.”

“I-I-” They stalked forward, forcing him to wade into the pool. “I didn’t anticipate the difficulty of your tasks. I’m not useless just because I’m not some… some hotshot who’s been doing nothing since the birth of the universe.” Frustration bit into his words. If they wanted to play rough, he’d do the same.

“Be careful what you say, human.” 

He was choking, and then a hand wrapped around his throat to add the pressure that cut off his words. They were standing in the middle of the pool now, and adrenaline couldn’t stop him tensing up from the freezing cold. 

“Prove to me that your pathetic life is worthy of preservation.”

Their hand plunged him into darkness. 

The water was all encompassing, seeping into each crevice of his being. The grip of his patron loosened and his body breathed before he could stop it, forcing liquid down his throat and up his nose. His feet had left the shallow floor at some point during the struggle, and he couldn’t orient himself. Desperate hands clawed at rocks and his movements kicked up silt, making his eyes absolutely useless. 

Somehow, his grip found purchase and his head met air, desperately coughing up water so he could breathe it in again. How much had he swallowed? He didn’t even remember doing so. 

Tears came next: relief, horror, exhaustion, all of it wracking his body as if he had energy to be wasting on this.

Then the water rippled behind him and a hand found his shoulder.

“Oh, you think you’re done already. How cute.”

[emprysza]