Hello! I just wanted to say that I LOVE your art style! I love the "Sanji is the All Blue and Protecter of the Seas". But I have a question. What would happen if Zoro was somehow like Sanji. Zosan Au: If Sanji was the embodiment of the All Blue, what would Zoro be? The embodiment of the Underworld? (Refrence to his title 'King of Hell) Or the embodiment of the Earth (Considering his mother's name is Tera meaning 'Earth'). If you are interested, can you please draw these concepts? (It's just a request. You don't have to do it if your focusing on other projects.) Thank you for reading this! Have a good day, night, or afternoon and stay safe.
Oh hi! Thank you so so much I’m glad you like my style! Actually All Blue Sanji au is placed in the canon world but All Blue is a sentient sea who can somehow draw souls that drowned in sea to her? So everyone else is still the same so Zoro would be a human!
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If it would that kind of story with monster trio being gods I would put them as god of sea, earth and sky? So yes then I would have Zoro as the Embodiment of the Earth 😊
I have a tiny sketch just for you just did it after reading your ask ✨
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Day 18: Obstacle
Stone, sturdy and reliable. Yes, Earth is known for these qualities. The hardheadedness of one so determined and massive. Immovable, continental in scale, but also the individual grains of sand. The small mills in depths of soil. All will always be returned to the soil, the Earth is the last one to take the physical remains. But he won’t waste it, no. Many believe Earth to be the kindest, the most supportive. How trite, to ascribe such simplicities to that which merely provides a place for feet to stand, to propagate itself. As if the rest of the Children were incapable of kindness. As if Earth was incapable of cruelty. Landslides, quakes. The world is nothing more than clay to a potter, a moldable mass in the hands of one who feels the pain of excavation within the breadth of their great shoulders.
Earth has never asked for pity, no, content to continue as it always has. Proud. Formidable. But quiet, though not Silent. Earth has enjoyed much serenity in the fact that near all is restricted to his surface. Water must pool, Fire needs a base, though Wind in direct opposition seems to skirt around her brother. Though the two are rarely separated. Even still, the inversion must come to even the most sessile of the Children, and how odd and quaint that Plant be her name. Yes, truly enigmatic that the so called gentle one reveal herself to be the most cynical and cruel of all. The words of forests, plains, grasslands, even the tundra all hold their own private wars. How violent, patient. Plant tells her legions to grow, propagate, encompass. There is little she does not see or know. Quite like her parent!
Without a single doubt, Earth is looking to challenge and be challenged. There is no might that does not on one level or another pique his interest. Any block or obstacle is a motivation to be taken in stride. And how Earth rewards those who take up the trial. The farmer yields much fruit for tending to the soil, the sculptor a masterpiece for struggling against stone. Unsung against the Song who relies on the percussion he beats. Never forget the soil beneath thine feet. For without the brace of solid ground, one is left to face the odds alone. How terrifying.
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Her lofty branches drifted slowly through the tickling stream of wind, scattering weaker leaves to flutter in the swirls of the unseen currents. Yes, of course, a time of loss to befall us all. The Hamadryad stretched her spirit down into her roots, reaching deep into the layers of ground water that fed into her. Moss did its best to murmur, even mumble to her. Mother, a title that held the same as Thief or Queen to her. All that mattered was the constant direction Nor’mans gave her millennia ago. And so far, the bargain had been upheld.
The ground at her roots trembled, some message to be delivered soon, but the exact wording wouldn’t be known until much later. Her master made quite certain the enigmatic nature of the gods was beyond her. Even then, some recent visitors gave her questions. A raven landed gently in a low limb of hers, toes not quite giving the same needle piercing grip the species typically gave her. Forcing power, both fluid and magic, along her xylem, the branch swiftly turned into an arm, a hand now holding the bird aloft. Her fingers twitched slightly, the magic, exhausting, pushed her head and torso out of the bark, to face the creature. A voice low, harsh, reedy in timbre began as she hummed her greeting. “Ah, word of the Reaper, so long since taken hold.” The bird only tilted its head in response. “Have you come for me at last? Or is this a mere intrusion? Holding one of my own? Just watching? Wretched thing.” The raven, for its worth, merely bowed, preening its feathers delicately in her hand.
“Mother?” A soft voice, concerned broke her thoughts. “Have you awoken?”
The Hamadryad washed herself with grace, pushing out any rage the intrusion burrowed deep into her heartwood. “You know I do not sleep, dear. Juniper, soft willed and young still. Why visit me? You know your place is to watch the west, stand blazing with the sun aloft. Should Nor’mans need us…”
The words were heavy so she stopped, opting to observe the young dryad through her fan shaped leaves. “Of course, of course. Please grant forgiveness, but…”
Juniper’s own leaves bristled, and not just from wind as her hand reached forward. A single, orange tatter of fabric was folded over her outstretched fingers. A torn pennant, a war pike. All these things were revealed at once. Her dear dryad’s mouth was shaking, the news too grave to deliver at all. “Too close. Can’t be coincidence. Should the forest be broken-“
“If it is a game they are wanting to play, fire stands only to fuel us in the long run. Weep not child. We have time and patience on our hands.” The ground shook below her body’s root, and out from the mud burrowed out a massive turtle, face and shell caked with the layers of sediment. The Hamadryad smiled, despite the toll on her. “Let them try to get close.”
With a start, Juniper sank her roots underground, vanishing quickly and worming her way through the Hamadryad’s own roots. It almost tickled the way she moved, tunneling through the very soils that sustained them. On her way to alert the others. Of course. Energy faded quickly, and she felt all traces of her body melt back into bark. The raven, up till now silent, cried out to the turtle sitting below, jumping from the branch. The world faded out of view right as the pressure built up, raw mana doling out an unnatural silence. The two deities were sure to speak, she knew this. Shame it wasn’t a conversation for her.
(OC-tober challenge by @oc-tober2022 can be found here.)
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Mk Headcanon: God festivals, names and Temples
Every few hundred years the Five will each visit their favorite land of their chosen people. These special events are called Festivals of the Gods. There they have feast, celebration, entertainment and enjoy the rich culture that earthrealm provides. While they are there they go under different names. Sometimes Lucifer himself would join these festivals since he is close friends with the Five.
Greece/Rome:
The Greeks/Romans are Issac's favorite people. They love him so he loves them. Issac goes under the name of Poseidon/Neptune but he would also go under the name of Zeus. Issac has two temples, one in the middle of Athens the Capital of Greece and one on a small island on top of Atlantis. Fujin was named Anemoi, Hosanna was named Apollo, Orisha was named Demeter, Raiden was named Zeus and Lucifer was named Hades. After the fall of Rome Issac lost his people. Years of stress and neglect cause Issac to snap. Eventually after the events of Sub Zero Mythologies Issac left the pantheon hiding himself away in the deep ocean, making sea nymphs his chosen people.
Japan/China:
Raiden and Fujin being the storm brothers both share Japan. They also represent China and are worshiped by the Order of Light. The storm brothers had chosen the Japanese people as their people. The two storm brothers share one temple, the Sky Temple. Fujin’s and Raiden’s names stay the same. Hosanna was named Kojin, Isaac was named Suiijin, Lucifer was named Shiniak and Orisha was Inari Okami. But as the years went by and after the death of Hosanna and after Fujin left the pantheon, Raiden canceled the festivals. With Mortal Kombat becoming a priority for Raiden he chose the Shaolin Monks as his people and helped create the White Lotus Society.
Africa:
Orisha had chosen the African people as his chosen people, but most importantly the Yoruba people. Orisha has one temple, but it was destroyed as part of his final wish. Orisha's name stays the same. Raiden was named Nkuba, Issac was named Mbura, Hosanna was named Kentsa, Fujin was named Domfe and Lucifer was named Gunbay. Orisha stayed on the patheon for as long as he could, he even helped Raiden create the White Lotus Society. However Orisha had been killed during Shinnok’s invasion and turned into an undead slave. His spirit was freed when Fujin killed him. Despite his death his people still worship him and his children kept his legacy alive.
Middle East:
Hosanna chose the Jews as his chosen people. Hosanna has two temples, one in Jerusalem and one on top of a volcano. The second temple is named the Sun Palace. Unlike the other regions Hosanna doesn’t allow his fellow Gods to keep their God titles. Instead Hosanna commands the other Gods to take the roles of angels and take names that are fitting of angels. The other gods were fine with this. Hosanna goes under the name of Yahweh. Raiden was named Michael, Fujin was named Gabriel, Orisha was named Rapahel and Issac was named Uriel. Lucifer was not allowed to join Hosanna’s festivals due to the demonizing of his character. Despite the other Gods being loved by their people the Israelites seem to hate their God due to a history of rebellion, pagan worship and evil kings. Hosanna is disappointed with them, sometimes even angry, but he loves them regardless.
All the Gods share one Temple called the Temple of Element, which unlike the canon version is a large floating temple that travels across earthrealm. The Temple is the main place of counseling. After the sky temple was compromised Raiden used the Temple of Element as his main base above the sharia Ryu Fire Gardens, since the Fire Gardens couldn’t hold all of Raiden’s allies.
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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game
Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter.
Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.
The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge.
And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).
And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game.
Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.
(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).
After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely).
Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.
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