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bonniesfamiliar · 3 months
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Fem!Percy Jackson
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inkeyjay · 7 months
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Godkiller [Tarot card Commission ✨🌱]
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kitausu · 5 months
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Okay everyone PLEASE go read Godkiller by Hannah Kaner because I need someone to scream with.
Things I loved:
A fantasy novel UNDER 300 pages that's well developed
A God of white lies who feels real and not a caricature
Human/God bonds that feel So personal
Bisexual revenge queen
Complex world building
Hand wave magic system but in the BEST way
A quest! An adventure!
Disability rep
The stakes are SO high and yet everything feels so intimate I can't
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ahollowgrave · 4 months
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Day 31: Heroic
To do what must be done.
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sapphicseasapphire · 6 months
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It’s been a rough week have some miscellaneous Cryptid Sky sketches
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And some bonus mini comics because Time and Sky have a bit of a complicated relationship
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namarikonda · 7 months
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That bloodstained son of Tuoni / struck the man with his sword, struck fear with his hunger. / Threw him to the stream of Tuonela / to the Underworld's underlake. — Kalevala, rune 14, lines 445–8; 451-2.
My rendition of Tuonenpoika, the guardian of the Finnish underworld, Tuonela; This gore-covered son of Tuoni fishes for unwanted visitors downstream, slaying them. He is said to collect the belongings of all the dead flowing down river Tuoni.
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bismutharts · 2 years
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a poem, i do not feel what the person answering is feeling but i found it interesting to explore.
the title of the document was godkiller
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the poem is made out of questions and answers. the questions are written in white, in an elegant, italicized font. the white text is all equally far from the left of the image.
the answers are written in bright red. the text is jagged and irregular and written by hand. it is also larger than the white text.
text of the poem:
do gods exist?
not for long.
are you sure?
test me.
do gods bleed?
everything bleeds. bleeding is not so much about the blood. it is about being ripped open and being shown what you're made of.
what are gods made of?
hunger.
what do they feed on?
you.
this poem was inspired by this poem by Malak Nicholas, @harq
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monsterfactoryfanfic · 4 months
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My first essay of the year is on Connie Chang's "Godkiller!" It's an intimate duet game in a long line of media about putting Gods to the sword. I took a brief look at the history of deicide, and how Chang worked those ideas into the text!
Transcript here.
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theminecraftbee · 8 months
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Normally, traitors aren’t frog-marched to the Emperors themselves, regardless of what rank of information they had. These aren’t normal circumstances, though, Techno bemoans to himself. For one, the man is refusing to speak anything but French and a tiny amount of broken Bayesh. For another, on being made, he immediately handed over about three folders of classified information then loudly waited for handcuffs to be put on him.
Phil is lounging in his throne; he’d never been one for propriety. This leaves Techno to be, uh, the actually serious one. The one adorned in uniform, sitting and glowering down. It’s lucky that the traitor isn’t a pigman, because Techno isn’t actually great at glowering, but humans are weird about pigman facial expressions so he should be fine?
The traitor stands before them and grins. In perfect Bayesh, he says: “Finally. It took way too long for you to catch me, bitch.”
Techno pauses. He stares. In Piglish, he barks to his guards: “Everyone out. It’s Leader business.”
They file out. They’ll be waiting outside. Phil straightens in his seat and reaches for his own sword.
Techno, laboriously, drags his hand across his face. He switches back to Bayesh. God, does he regret being fluent in multiple languages sometimes. “What are you doing here, Tommy.”
“Showing you your intelligence weak points, fucker. Do you know how easy it is to slip Bayesh spies in here? I was smooth. A smooth customer. I was hearing classified milkitary secrets—”
“You were caught within two hours,” Techno says.
“That’s—that’s just what you think, innit?” Tommy says. Phil laughs. He’s the real traitor here.
“Tommy. I don’t wanna have to cause an international incident, but I’ve had a really long day, so if you just tell me who hired you to run a spy op, and why you decided it was a good idea to run it yourself, instead of sending one of your experts…”
“No one,” Tommy says.
“Hey, don’t lie you little shit. Techno might not want to start an incident but I don’t care,” Phil says. He grins and holds up his sword. “You wanna wake up in a jail cell and reveal some secrets? We may all be Leaders but it won’t stop torture from hurting.”
“What the fuck, Phil,” Tommy says.
“No one’s torturing anyone. We’ll just bomb them later if we must,” Techno says.
“And I wasn’t lying. It’s—can I take the wig off by the way? It fucking itches.”
“I despise you.”
Tommy takes off the black wig, revealing his blonde hair. “Anyway, I don’t want to work with you guys either, so I figured I’d get your attention by like, acting like we’re enemies and stuff. Got hired for espionage enough back in the day to pick up that much.”
“Who the fuck wanted you as a spy?” Phil asks.
“Fuck you,” Tommy says and doesn’t elaborate.
“Please just tell us what you want,” Techno says. “Please. I can’t handle this much you at any given time.”
“This needs to be Leader to Leader,” Tommy says, and something heavy laces his words. The hairs on Techno’s arms stand up.
“You coulda asked,” he says, in one final desperate bid for normality.
“No, I couldn’t have,” Tommy says. “I think Chip’s dead.”
Techno doesn’t notice that he’s standing until he is.
“What?”
“Yeah,” Tommy says. “Yeah. And, uh, I fucking. Need your help to figure out what happened. Before we get blamed. And I know, politically, you’ve got no reason, but if we don’t figure out—”
Techno sits back down, heavy.
“I know you understand Piglish. Let me talk in my native language. Phil.”
“Yeah, mate?”
“Go get the stuff.”
Phil’s eyes darken. “Right. That. Well, I’ll be back.”
Tommy’s voice, for the first time since Techno met him as a newly-minted Leader, standing on a wooden bench and yelling about executions, is small.
“You believe me?” he says.
“Why else would you come here?” Techno asks. “Not like we like you.”
“Good, because I’m shit at infiltrations. Would have been embarrassing if you, like, didn’t know your enemy well enough to know that,” Tommy says. He’s saying something else underneath it. Techno is neither good enough at Bayesh or at Tommy to guess what.
“Let’s work out an excuse to make a treaty. And you tell me everything.”
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aegonrhaenys · 3 months
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sword sword sword ♥️ᴗ♥️ 🗡️
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alberta-sunrise · 3 months
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Gotta love unexpected book mail ♥️
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i suppose i should've known a bombyx mori origin story was going to destroy me, but i still wasn't ready for how much it would
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bibliophilicwitch · 10 months
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by Wolpertinger
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jeeyonshim · 5 months
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the priest and the demon hunter
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a-ramblinrose · 2 months
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JOMP BPC || March 13 || Debut Author:  Godkiller by Hannah Kaner
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makirinawa · 1 month
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to bite the hand that feeds you
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