#exiled god

[crazydaymycrazyway]

Bai Wuxiang: I'm going to ruin your happiness

Xie Lian, hysterical: My happiness?! Mine??!

Xie Lian, to Feng Xin: I'm happy? Why didn't you tell me?!

[proxycrit]

What if I redesigned some horses to fit MY favorite narrative trope: fallen gods and forgotten myths of old? Anyways.

Twilight’s mentor is a strange one. In a world of twilit planes forever shrouded in mystery, the older unicorn Lest and her adopted student Twilight are one in many common travelers, migrating the pitted wastelands and eeking survival within settlements that spring up around the glowing meteor shards. Despite living with Lest for the last four years, Twilight can’t help but seek answers to where her brother has gone— and in the process, perhaps dig a bit too deeply into the complexities of gods far older and dangerous then she can truly fathom.

On the otherhand, Celestia “Lest” Sol is having a terrible millenium. Her sister is no longer her sister, her student teleported herself halfway across the continent, and she got herself kidnapped by an old rival trying to attune with the elements of harmony to overthrow the current ruler of Equestria.

At least she gets a toxic yuri moment.

Meanwhile, Chrysalis is having a great time. She’s got kingdoms to conquer and people to feed and a waning god to taunt.

(The Selene Grace hates the sun monarch they deposed five centuries ago as they stay chained to their post, keeping the lunar and solar bodies from crashing into each other. Luna misses her sister, and the easier world where they haven’t hurt each other beyond reparation. Nightmare Moon misses their monstrosity, trapped in a host who’s grief has poisoned them with empathy.

Things are bound to tip. The celestial bodies are not bodies, but prisons, and the amalgamations we call alicorns the key. And something desperately wants to be freed…)

Anyways:

My mane 6 redesign here!

And my luna and celestia redesigns here!

[gingermintpepper]

There are many things people expect from one called 'God of Blood'. Always, the first thought is the blood of war, the blood of violence, the blood of the weak shed for the goals of the strong. Ares doesn't think of the blood of battle at all. When he thinks of blood, he envisions the many tied knots of blood bonds and bonds forged in the blood of battle. Blood sons and blood daughters, blood brothers and battle sisters, blood oaths and blood vengeance - he watches over them all and keeps close each one of these bonds.

One cannot begrudge his displeasure then when he realises he cannot tell Leto's offspring apart just by looking at them.

It was easier when it was just Artemis. Dark hair curled about her shoulders, a fierce mien whenever Father summons her to the mountain, a scattering of bones and blood shed whenever she was disturbed; the eldest child of Leto was a wild thing, sharp toothed with sharper claws always at the ready. There's whispers of her being a twin, of her other half being made to crawl on their belly as penance for their sin of god-slaying but Ares pays it little mind. What twins look alike among their number? Even dog litters are born distinct with all their unique markings inlaid in their fur. Artemis' twin too would be much more than their sister's mirror image.

Pouring over his list now, he wishes anything about Phoebus Apollo was that simple.

Mirror image did not begin to describe it. The twins were the same height, the same build, had the same colour and texture hair, ate the same raw food and drank the same amount of nectar. There was no difference in how they dressed, no difference in the company they kept, no variance in the weapons they used. There are some days Ares still cannot believe Phoebus will grow into a man and not some nymph with the way his ears have that slender point. He watches them now, sitting together beneath a shady palm and stringing their bows in an uncanny unison and curses because he still cannot tell them apart. What use is his skill in knowing blood when they both have the same damn blood running through their veins? What bond is there to sense when they are tied so tightly together, Ares can scarcely tell brother from sister?

He sighs. Unadorned and completely alone, the only way to know who is who is to speak to them. He'll have to find more ways to tell them apart from a distance. Surely they cannot stay this similar all the rest of their immortal lives.

[filletedfennysnake]

“average arthurian retelling includes 100% whump” is actually a just statistical error. average arthurian author includes maybe 15% whump. Cherith “Hurt/Comfort” Baldry, who has kay beaten up and homoerotically nursed back to health over 10,000 times per book, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

[bg3-npc]

dash was going insane last night so I started keeping fucking notes I can be so normal about them look at how normal I can be do you wanna be normal with me it's fun

[themostsanebug]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG THIS I WANT PEOPLE TO SEE MY FELLA!!

I HAVE ART TO FEED YOU GUYS,,

MY GUY!! THE GOOB!!

His name is Sean and he's an exiled god who kinda just became a regular guy! He's got a bit of an alcohol problem, but he's really extroverted! He'll go to most parties he's invited to and is surprisingly one of my least traumatized ocs,,

Don't mind his shirt btw.

[eesirachs]

Could you go more into what you meant when you said God hates sacrifices?

those aren't my words, they're god's (is 1:11; amos 5:23; hosea 6:6; etc etc)

[urfavcrime]

sometimes im normal and then i remember these and explode

[ellilyre]

*rocking back and forth repeating myself that Diomedes does eventually get a happy ending Diomedes gets a happy ending Diomedes gets a happy ending Dio-

[birbwell]

my first post of the year obviously has to be my post-trial waleran headcanon, with my oc, his sister Wynflaed :)

i have another post about it but the basics is that he gets exiled from Shiring, becomes a vagrant for a bit on the way to Lincoln and is taken in by his estranged family which run a tailor workshop, becoming the local weird old man(tm).

[darlingod]

Jude in QoN: “Of course it was a trick” That’s what you said.

Cardan:

[moravel]

How hilarious is it that Kreia finds out Atton is a former Jedi hunter/torturer/murderer and is immediately like “Perfect. Babysit my Jedi.”

[smartwatermagic]

Smartwatermagic "I can make you worse" dynamic but it's Al knowing his partners can be one of the biggest threats against Olympus and insistently trying to get them to turn their backs on the gods

Oh Olympus exiled him because he's a corrupting influence? WELL WHAT IF HE ACTUALLY BECOMES ONE, CHECKMATE OLYMPIANS—

[the-exiled-comic]

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[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

also like… c!dream fucking KNEW about c!tommy's fawn response from pogtopia he saw how he reacted to c!wilbur when he started feeling threatened by him and he couldn’t hide how scared he was behind his facade of being an angry big man. c!dream KNEW exactly how c!tommy would react when he was forced into a deeply traumatic situation and exploited it. he tortured him to force him into an altered mental state where he’d be more agreeable (out of an instinctual response to avoid dying) and used that to condition him more. sorry every time I think about how fucking calculated exile was specifically to craft c!tommy into exactly what c!dream wanted it makes me feel sick /pos

[demonicnarwhale]

THE GOOGOOS OOUGH ok so!! I just thought their conflicting personalities was too funny to pass up on, and they just fit this side view idea I had for this drawing.

Motifs / Symbolisms / References:

- The clippers have 舌切り雀 (shita-kiri suzume) written on it, which is a traditional Japanese folklore/fable that's translated to Tongue Cut Sparrow. And I got the story mixed up, I remembered it as the old man finds an injured sparrow and brings it home, one day the bird is chirping and the old lady getting annoyed and cutting the tongue off. But the real version is, old man goes off and instead of feeding the bird, his wife doesn't do anything so the sparrow eats some starch which angers the woman who cuts the tongue. SOOO the story is like, that greed leads to one's downfall. Whoops </3. The intention was like HK is his opposite and is much more talkative and he just wants to cut her tongue out to shut her up :)

- And the rope just being like the link between them like, they're still connected or like stay in touch but it's not the best sort of in touch. Like it's barely hanging on.

- The pomegranate is ofc Hades and Persephone, BUT! But that's not the case here, it's instead apparently also some symbolism for cannibalism!!! YAY!!! Albeit specifically that idea of sacrificing one's self for another to sustain their own life is the purest form of love. And while that's so sweeties, nahhh not here, let's just put it at like, not romantic but HK does in fact die teehee (in an effort to try and keep the others safe. Or she was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, oh HK)

- The lamb was just because originally when i was still coming up with this AU, the idea of Die being a shepherd was so fucking silly (thank god I changed him to being a grave keeper)

- Bug cuz like HK being a carap and Die opting to taking her apart and such (in like the regular non-AU version)

- And ofc the needles and such is due to patchwork :D ANDDD the coins cuz two sides of the same coin and ya know... pots of gold

OH AND THE ORIGINAL IDEA WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HK AND DIE SLAUGHTERING A LAMB!!!!! aka HK sobbing as she has to hold onto the knife sawing through the poor lamb's neck while Die is giving her tips and going "Why are you crying- it's an animal. Jesus, stop that. Ew" like it's a not fun time for both of them

...yeah... Hey Scratch don't think we don't see you? Yeah you lil fUCK. Hehehe he's a part or central of this whole town yet no one really knows him enough. Little sneaky bastard

im still figuring out some of their designs, aka mainly just Ace Dick.. groaugh. Also yeahhhh i know most of these guys share similar looks like hair styles and such but do know I PROMISE i tried making them individualized and unique

PT 1 HERE