#original god

[acim-ed-ortsac]

When the god of the moon meets their child of the sun for a while….

Also, I have Twitter/X now.

I’m gonna watch the chaos.

[moonangelxiii]

♪ + ♪ = 👼

[cupidsberetta92]

Majiri, Goddess of the Maji.

[chaotic-little-stuffs]

trying to figure out an epic the musical/greek mythology based stuff in general oc

she exists and her main character motif is stars.

[mr-rdark]

Another original character!

This time an eldritch dark god representing stagnation and liminality: Limibuls

[tailoroffates]

New TGTB content!

Heyo! I know it's been a while since I posted new content for The Garden That Burned lore, so here's some fun stuff with an air of unusual nature.

First up is the mysterious religion based on the worship of the Unnamed god and his domain of secrecy. I can't wait until my beta players for the TTRPG get mixed up with this! *maliciously rubs hands together like a scheming goblin*

Next up is Ine! A follower of Enigmatism who was sainted by the Unnamed god and granted unmeasurable power, though the power came at a steep price...

And finally, the guy who started it all. The deity known only as the Unnamed god. This guy has a bit of a Rumpelstiltskin mechanic to him, allowing him significant power over anyone who either doesn't know his name or those harboring secrets of their own. He'll be a fun deity to run in the tabletop RPG.

As always, thanks for reading, and I hope your days to come are blessed to be the best! <3

[blogattheendoftheuniverse]

Liked this drawing I made so much I'm posting it everywhere. Meet the Gamemaker, God of Games

[chaotictoast]

Trash animal but make it ✨fancy✨

[pondsmithart]

Hello Everyone, Sorry I'm late on posting I had to deal with not feeling well recently. However here is a original God of my own creation! if you wish to help support me please visit my Patreon Link down below!

https://www.patreon.com/Pondsmith/posts.

[dairy-godmother]

“The poppy field lies in nightmares and dreams”

Just an oc drawing nobody will probably know anything about

[abysspersonified]

If you're alternative but in a 'hip with the kids' type of way and you're looking for something to listen to this 4/20.... I gotchu

[acim-ed-ortsac]

Warmth

The next few days turned into a week before it almost became two—no, three weeks after your nightmare, and you were still shaken.

Nothing could stop you from remembering the crawling of your skin and the horrible feeling of your heart stuck in your throat as red eyes watched you. Stared at you. Looked at you, with all kinds of feelings and emotions that felt like chains wrapping around you, binding you to the floor.

And it took a toll on you. Nothing could hide it, the crew knew. You found yourself eating little despite the chef making your favorite, you always apologized to him despite his reassurances. Sleep had been hard to come by at night, leaving you exhausted in the morning. And when you find a quiet moment to yourself in this loud and rambunctious crew, you find yourself paranoid and watching everything from the seas, the clouds, the birds, the fishes—searching through their eyes to make sure you are not watched.

That dream had unleashed a mysterious can of worms that seemed unknowingly there, as if past trauma had been relived. And that’s the most baffling part of it, isn’t it? You can’t remember a time when you met Imu or even living in this world before. Not a single recollection. It frustrated you to no end.

The boys have been supportive from the silent way Mihawk would let you lean on him on break, Shanks holding your hand when you feel yourself about to drop in that dissociative trance that disconnected you from reality, to Buggy filling the space with his voice as he recalled tales with Shanks and even Mihawk when you decided to stay behind. You appreciated these things, finding yourself grounded in the world. You might have wasted away if they didn’t.

Roger and the crew were there too. When you found yourself in that state, where everything didn’t make sense and you were out of your body, Roger would pick you up and just hold you. His warmth was enough to bring you back, even if it was little by little. Rayleigh would make sure you ate and slept, going out of his way to wake up when you were out on the ship, watching for the night.

It was more than enough but at the same time…it wasn’t. And you felt horrible that you felt like that.

-*-

It was night time and the crew was asleep. 

You had managed to slip out of the comforts of the cabin, past Mihawk’s senses and the youngster’s sleep, and settled yourself at your usual night watch at the middle crow’s nest. The wind sweeps by, whispering comfort in your ears and the sea calls out to you from below. But tonight, you look up at the stars and the half-formed moon that wades its light onto the world. Its light shines at your eyes and you feel calm in the night, its darkness abated with the light of the moon and stars, with the voices of the animals of all land, air, and sea, and the voices of all things that shouldn’t be alive. 

You feel their warmth…yet it wasn’t enough.

You needed to be surrounded by it, buried in the warmth until you melted into something unidentifiable. You wanted…

Before you know it, the wind whistles past your ears and blows from under you as you find yourself falling headfirst into the ocean. And Rayleigh was screaming when you dove into the waters below.

And immediately, you felt warm. You felt safe. You felt…like you belonged.

You tilted your head back as you immersed yourself in the ocean embrace, her hands holding you safe as you closed your eyes and let yourself be free. Free of any thought, any fear, any feeling and let yourself be held in your arms.

You were one. One once again. The Moon and the Ocean are tied and knotted, where the Sun plays with the Earth, the Moon controls and influences the Ocean that surrounds it. You were one. You were Home—

A voice shatters the peace you were in and through the waters, a bubbled voice makes its way. Opening your eyes, you saw Rayleigh looking at you with wide eyes and bubbles forming from his lips. 

He’s gonna drown.

You quickly grabbed his arm and swam upwards to the surface, breaking through the waters to heave a gulp of air with Rayleigh following in pursuit. A ladder was dropped from the ship, the crew peering down at you two from above. Rayleigh took control, hauling you on his back and climbing the ladder. All the while he scolds you for jumping from the crows' nest.

When you both were back on the ship, Rayleigh gave you the scolding of a lifetime.

“What in Davey Jones name were you thinking!?” you averted your eyes from Rayleighs stressed gaze.

Roger stepped in before Rayleigh could explode further. “Doku, what happened?” You heard his voice yet did not look up. You felt…in a daze was the best description. Like you were not fully awake. Yet you tried to piece up a response, something that seemed the most sense to you…

“...The ocean called to me.” you finally replied.

“Doku—”

“It keeps calling out to me, everything does. The waters, the trees, the animals, even the wind, I heard everything. I hear everything and I don’t even understand it.” you didn’t understand, how you could have the Voice of all Things, why everything seemed to love you, that dream of Imu, and why being in the ocean is like being home. 

“I don’t understand any of this. Why does the government want me? Why does everything like me? Why does Imu keep trying to take me away!?”

“DOKU!”

You blinked yourself back to reality, finding Roger’s hand on your shoulder. You were rambling. “I…”

“We’ll talk about this in the morning, how about that?” Upon finding Roger’s eyes, those eyes that exuded so much warmth and freedom, you found yourself nodding. When the captain dispersed the crew for the night, some of them lingered to give words of comfort or to ruffle your hair. The chef asked you if you wanted hot chocolate, and for the first time in a while, you agreed.

While you waited, the boys joined you. Buggy and Shanks were still sleepy, snoring away on the table as the chef placed mugs of steaming chocolate on the table. You cradled your mug with both hands before you blew out the steam, cooling it before you took a sip. Mihawk silently drank his from your side. It was silent in the kitchen, only the snores of the two youngsters and the occasional sipping of hot chocolate.

“What happened?” Mihawk asked, not looking in your direction.

You sat the mug on the table, placing your hands on your lap that was still covered in your soaked shorts. You would need to change clothes. Yet, you did not mind being covered in water.

“...I felt like I was home. In the ocean.”

Mihawk did not say anything, letting you continue.

“In the dream, there were red eyes with rings, like yours. But these eyes…they were…wrong. So wrong. It made me feel wrong. And it spoke, it called me someone else’s name, and the way it said it was so…”

“Wrong?”

You nodded. “I felt like I was drowning in whatever it was feeling. Like chains. I couldn’t breathe, I didn’t want to feel that again.”

Mihawk didn’t say anything after that, yet he held your hand. 

I’ll make sure of that. Was his silent affirmation.

After a little while, Shanks was the first to stir from his sleep and start sipping his now-cooled chocolate. He didn’t say anything about what happened, but as he chatters away, his eyes would glance at your way. A subtle way of checking if you were okay.

And you felt like you could breathe again.

Previously

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[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[charbroiledchicken]

"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.

[lesbianralzarek]

"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Guy who has wandered through the halls and corridors of your body not with any special kind of love but with the untold intimacy of a contractor assessing the damages and potentials voice: right, so the main issue here is that the body is currently a temple, okay, and what we want is for it to be a home, cause temples are pretty and all and occasionally nice to be in if you're into that sort of thing but very few people would actually want to live in one. So what we're gonna do first is you're gonna take a look at what's here, the carrying walls and windows and all that, and you're going to come up with something you'd actually like to be alive inside of, and it's going to be a lot of work and it's going to feel strange and stupid and embarrassing but you're still gonna do it, because otherwise this construction site is fucked. And maybe what you want to live in is a skatepark or an anime-themed cat cafe or an esoteric library that has a dildo section for some reason, so it might feel like it's a downgrade from a temple, but it's actually the opposite cause the main customer for a body is you and the main customer for a temple are templegoers and maybe higher powers of some kind, - i wouldn't know about those, they never hired me, - not the temple itself, which is what you are, right, cause the body/mind/soul separation doesn't actually do anything, so what you're gonna do is look at the current layout and dig out whatever hope and ability to want you have and come up with a blueprint, and then my boys can actually get to work. Oh, and you have got to change the windows, it's drafty as fuck in here.