#Godslayer

[gummyfrogdraws]

This scene in Mockingjay always reminds me of book two Eros and Sona. I wish we had more time in cannon to really explore how that entire situation plus how much both their heads have been fucked with really effected their relationship. For now, vague hunger games AU. Would people be interested in like, a legit AU?

[adsurgitvagus]

I love creating things for a fandom of 7 and a half people

Some memes and corrupted beasts

[helixrainn]

wannabe gods

[guess--again]

Very red oh replayed the pathless a bit cause I forgot how much I love the characters

[howifeltabouthim]

'I have a sword to find and then, many gods to slay.'

Jenn Lyons, from The Ruin of Kings

[sasoxichomoshi]

I feel silly

(this bastard would totally do it)

booping all tall ones for funsies

[sakurakitsume-art]

An unexpected midnight flight with the beloved

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Characters, book, and author names under the cut

Elle Argent/Tao Xu - Heartstopper by Alice Oseman 

Bellsona Steelcrest/Eris Shindanai - Gearbreaker series by Zoe Hana Mikuta

Lucifer/Michael - Angels before Man by Rafael Nicolas

Harry Fields/Harry Lee - When Harry Met Harry by Sydney Smyth

[just-asomeone]

I'm done with commissions so I've been doing some The Pathless fanart. This guy has such a cool design, but also really hard to draw.

[beesgav]

He’s pretty cool

[daggerfall]

Godslayer... 3!!

Honestly I only joined this core for the nahvi portal so it worked out in the end lol

[gummyfrogdraws]

Nuff said

[adsurgitvagus]

Rend this world asunder, rebuild on its bones

Entry for the Giant Squid's The Pathless art contest!

[helixrainn]

i love making fanart thats so far removed from canon that im not even sure if i should tag it as fanart-

(i guess thats just how it is when our brain manifests characters as sentient people who grow and adapt to the real world over time)

[godslayer-project]

The first hybrid of an angel and a demon…

They all thought of him as a monster. An abomination. Something to be destroyed and forgotten by the days end. Given birth by the angels highest guard, and the devils lowly seed. It was a miracle that they had even been able to live let alone survive after being born. The creature was kicked out of heaven for being brash and questioning, then kicked out of hell for being too good and kind. But then where did they go? Where could they have gone? To the only place they were excepted. By their dear ancestor, Death itself.

[honeyjynxxed]

What Choice but Simple Duty?

Korako was there, kneeling in the entrance to the nursery. On her shoulder the white, spectral bird that haunted the streets of...His mouth swallowed around the taste of ash at even the thought of his city's false name. His hands were covered in blood, it streaked across his chest and his face in terrible splashes. Where his sword hung in his hands it dripped to the floor painfully loud amidst the silence. The Citadel had never been this quiet before. Always in some corner there was sound and life and existence.

Now the blue of it was stained red in too many places to count. Viscera and blood from not just the gods but those too who's minds had been too broken to allow to live. They who cried at the discovery of the bodies instead of cheered, they who turned on them with threats and fear and grief. In his chest Eril-Fane felt that same grief try to stir time and time again but his fury kept cutting it back each time. He couldn't afford to let a single thought stray him from his task. He raised his sword, stolen from the collection of the god king, prepared to strike the Goddess of Secrets down when she spoke, her eyes meeting his.

"The children-" She appeared to cut herself off, voice thick with her own unshed tears. "Their talents-" A man makes painful choices.

Eril-Fane's blade swung true and her head rolled into her own pleading and outstretched hands before her body slumped over. When he stepped over her body into the nursery he saw two women, nursemaids, already dead and couldn't decide if Korako had done this or not. She'd not had any blood on her hands or her clothes but that didn't mean she wasn't capable. Already several of the chil- godspawn he corrected himself lay dead in their cots. Now was the time to finish them off.

For Azareen, his beauty, what choice but simple duty? These thoughts consumed his mind but they were not enough to drown out the screams of the terrified and dying children around him. He was not the only one dirtying his hands though. They all had a past to bury in this room.