#This was an easier one for me

[foolishaetherguardian]

I wasn’t particularly feared when I first ascended to godhood. The god of the lost they called me. But that title missed something important, I protected the lost. I did not simply govern them and as a result my power was specific. The lost were sheltered so long as I stood by them.  A dead soldier’s spirit, a kind red deer, a graveyard hound with no graveyard left to defend. All forms of spirits offered themselves to help me throughout my long life.

It was one of the old timers, Zeus or Hermes I don’t remember which, who came for the nymph. I was nearby and chose to protect her. Before either her or the old god noticed me I had ripped half the assailant’s ear off and set to work on their throat. It was a tried and true method and had served me well against highwaymen and other fools. It served me well here. The god vanished quickly as I arrived, leaving only ichor that smoked and bubbled on the ground. I turned to the nymph and smiled, tongue lolling out the side of my gold stained mouth as my tail wagged. She laughed and patted the grave hound’s head. I guess that's probably why she insisted we keep grave hounds in the house. 

Millennia had passed. Many gods had changed or perished. We still lived though, a poplar tree in the center of a crypt marking the entrance to our home. I was called upon often now. Humanity always had lost in need of rescue but the stars where harsh and unforgiving. So I made use of the new forms offered to me. Dawson’s Christian joined the Dutchman and Barnham’s Pride as one of my favored forms. Jamie was good company too, good with the kids and with a nose for expensive booze. Salicae liked his cakes too. So we would often find the three of us curled around a fire in the depths of our home sipping ancient wines and sharing a cake. It was here that Dexelin, the god of smugglers and pirates, found us. I suppose in a way we were bound to be at odds. Hermes had always hated me too, another god of thieves. I invited the towering god to sit and drink with us. Perhaps come morning he would have a new view on life, and our role in it. He struck the poplar in rage, an axe sinking halfway into its trunk. Salicae screamed in pain and Jamie grabbed the kids. Two grave hounds had Dexelin by the arms before I had time to stand. One struck my dearest’s tree with a sickening crunch, the other ripped half the muscle from the fool's arm before jumping for the now unoccupied one. Mid jump another axe cut him in two. Salicae was no longer screaming but I could see her pain. “Is this it?” Dexelin asked as his arm remit itself. “The god of the lost who has caused me so much trouble has nothing but a pair of welps to defend his home?” I looked at him. I was angry. For the first time in my life I was actually angry. This wasn’t a job. I wasn’t protecting the lost. I was going to make them. “Are you prepared to die?” Jamie asked, he knew me well. 

“To die? I’m a god. I can’t die.” 

I finally moved, speaking as I did. “No. You can. All other gods can.” The true form of my power came to me instantly. It was familiar despite millennia of disuse, it had grown to recognizable so I had left it behind. A smiling skull, a simple black cloak, and a scythe. The form was mine alone. Given to me at my ascent to godhood, it was the truth of my power. I had been a farmer before I was a god. When war came to my city and thousands lay dying in my fields I reaped from them. I gave them all peace and love as they returned home be they warrior, priest, noble, commoner or king. Peace at the edge of my bronze scythe. “After all everyone is lost someday."

It has been said “A man will do great and terrible things to protect his loved ones.” You’re a retired god about to educate a young upstart god why you were so feared by the others when he came after your wife.

[hinamie]

10 years later

[hira492]

I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY LIFE

[newttxt]

crisis of disbelief

[frenchublog]

[peaceandlove26]

nextgen 1/6: moon river <3 my twiluna baby, obviously

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎

[egophiliac]

couple more of the pokemon crossover! Mightyena for Ruggie (someone suggested a shiny because of the colors, which I did originally do...but I ended up liking the look of the darker colors with him better? all the browns were like...TOO much somehow) and Rockruff + Maractus for Jack (ultimately went with Maractus over Cacnea because I feel like it's a more decorative plant-type cactus, but I also kind of want Jack to just have a very round pokemon. the decisions -- the decisions are just too hard sometimes 😭)

[delicourse]

i miss them a little if im gonna be honest

[tomlivingspace]

I know you.

[dapper-lil-arts]

If Scitwi had Whatsapp 🤔

[da-janela-lateral]

Seven-headed beast.

[andorerso]

Rogue One as a Netflix series: what if the team survived Scarif? (in/sp; template)

[salamispots]

a rug hook commission for @stickynotebirds! :O (who also drew the original sketch/design and I tweaked it a little bit)

[teaboot]

Today in another lesson on why it is important to be calm and patient and kind, I met a very large and scary looking angry pierced and tattooed man who I thought was trying to pick a fight until I though "oh, you're probably just being extra defensive because you're used to people looking at you, seeing that you're a large and scary pierced and tattooed man, assuming you're an agressive criminal, and treating you like the enemy" and you know what once we talked things out he was a really cool and chill guy

[falafels]

kevin to neil in tfc