Messenger Of Hermes

The Cult of Hermes

I thought it'd be fun to do some long posts on specific gods as a small guide for beginners, those interested in learning about them, or even just little refreshers.

Naturally this isn't everything (if anything it's the basics) and I can't cover everything single topic and aspect of a god in asking singular Tumblr post, but I hope it's a decent starting point!

As always, I am a single source and encourage you to seek out other resources and learn more for yourself ♡

• 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 •

Hermes- son of Zeus and the Pleiades nymph Maia, father of Pan- was the Olympian god of herds and flocks, travellers and hospitality, roads and trade, thievery and cunning, heralds and diplomacy, language and writing, athletic contests and gymnasiums, astronomy and astrology. He was the herald and personal messenger of Zeus, King of the Gods, and also the guide of the dead who led souls down into the underworld.

Hermes was depicted as either a handsome and athletic, beardless youth or as an older, bearded man, with winged boots and a herald's wand.

(excerpt from theoi.com)

• 𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐇𝐲𝐦𝐧 •

Hermes was born at dawn in a cave in Kyllene on the 4th of the 10th month and was immediately a menace to everyone and everything he came in contact with. He lept from his cradle as an infant in search of Apollo's cattle and, in midday, found a tortoise at the front of his cave and was immediately enamored by the beauty of hef shell. He took the tortoise into his cave and, with an iron knife, removed the shell. With sheep's guts, reeds, and cowhide, he fastened the shell into a lyre, the sound of it haunting and beautiful. He sang of Kronos and Maia, and his own birth as well as Maia's handmaidens.

But while he sang, he realized he wanted more and paved the lyre in his crib before setting off in search of meat. As the sun began to set, he made his way to the mountains of Piera, where the gods kept their divine cattle and stole a herd of 50. He turned their hooves backward, so as they walked, their tracks led away from him and fastened himself sandals as he hated walking barefoot.

An old man tending his vineyard witnessed him herding the cows, and Hermes promised him abundance in wine if the man pretended he hadn't met him.

The moon rode high as Hermes led the cattle to a high arching cave, feeding them lotus and grass. Having acquired the cattle, Hermes then desired fire and started one with sticks in a pit he created.

Hermes then picked 2 cows from the herd and drove his knife through their backbones. He cut their meat, cooking it over the fire and cut it into 12, even portions. He set the offering out on a flat stone, and even though the smell was tempting, he did not eat. Instead, he lifted the smoking meats and fat high in the air to show off his skills of thievery.

When he had finished, he threw his sandals into the Alpheos River and smoldered the fire. He smoothed the ashes until nothing remained.

He quickly returned to his home in Kyllene as dawn rose, so stealthy and quick he was heard and seen by no mortal or god, and crawled back into his cradle and swaddled himself as if he'd never left.

But his mother noticed his absence, and Maia asked where he had gone, calling him all manner of shameless and cunning and a thief. Hermes (being the gaslighter he is) feined innocence, appales his mother could think these things of just a newborn.

He told her that he would learn any skill for them, as he desired to not stay in the cave and wanted to be rich, with crops, and to speak with the other gods. He wanted the same respects from Zeus given to Apollo, defiantly stating that if he couldn't receive them, he would just steal them.

It was during this time that the sun rose, and Apollo found the old man Hermes had sworn to secrecy, asking if he had seen a man with his cattle. The old man claimed he had not, but instead saw a baby with a wand leading the herd. Apollo headed the words speedily in search of his cattle and found the cave of Kyllene where Hermes lived.

He opened the closets and all, searching for his cattle before going before Hermes and asking where he had hidden his cows. He threatened to throw him into Tartarus, where Maia nor Zeus would ever be able to rescue him. Hermes (once again being a gaslighter from birth) claimed he'd never seen nor heard of Apollo's cattle. He claimed that because he was just a baby, he didn't have the capabilities to take his cattle and instead was focused on newborn things such as his mother's milk. That he had only been born yesterday, and his feet were too soft to handle the rough ground. Because Hermes was the original male manipulator, he offered to even swear an oath to Zeus that he hadn't taken the caftle nor seen anyone that had. Hermes apparently had a terrible poker face as a baby, though, as his expressions betrayed his words and made Apollo laugh.

Apollo claimed he'd be a plunderer, robbing all manner of homes before naming him the prince of thieves and scooping him up and taking him away. Hermes decided that as a baby, his best bet to be released was to do the most baby thing in the world. Which was fart and sneeze in Apollo's face, who flung him to the ground.

Apollo told him that he WILL lead him to his cattle, and Hermes, in annoyance, continued to claim he had no clue what he was talking about. The two made their way to Zeus.

Apollo recounted what he knew to Zeus, how Hermes had stolen his cattle and hidden them.

Hermes claimed he didn't even know how to lie and spoke about how Apollo had barged into his home and threatened him over cattle he knew nothing about, attempting to force a confession. He pleased (near demanded) that Zeus take his side as the youngest brother, and Zeus laughed from amusement at Hermes's lies. He ordered the brothers to work together to find the cattle, with Hermes as the guide, which he agreed to.

Hermes led Apollo to the cave he held the cows, and Apollo was appalled to find 2 of them dead. Apollo was set to kill him there, but Hermes instead grabbed the lyre he crafted, playing it for Apollo, who was immediately taken to it. Apollo asked if he had crafted it himself or taken it from mortals, and Hermes proudly announced the lyre to be his own creation.

Apollo offered Hermes rites and riches for him and his mother in exchange for the lyre, which Hermes agreed to. In the exchange, Apollo gave Hermes his whip, nicknames him the cattle hearder. And as Apollo played, Zeus joined them as friends.

For a moment Apollo worried that Hermes would steal his lyre and bow (valid fears) and asked that Hermes swear to the gods not to, which he did, and Apollo promised to love Hermes more than any other siblings.

Apollo gave Hermes the herald's wand, making note that the wand would not grant Hermes the oracular gifts bestowed upon him by Zeus (as he had promised to never share them). Instead, he would use it to confuse the mortal with luck, helping one and harming the other.

Hermes was then granted rulership over the cattle, horses, and mules, as well as lions, boards, dogs, and sheep. He was made the messenger of Hades, guide of the living and dead, dealing with the mortal and immortal, always flipping a coin for whether he will help or trick.

• 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐭 •

Hermes's cult was central in Peloponnese, with his most important shrine being in Mount Kyllene in Arkadia. That said, he was actively worshipped in Arkadia, Athens, and Delphi.

• 𝐀𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚 •

In Arkadia, his shine in Mount Kyllene was a major site of worship as his birthplace. Statues of him were placed in fields and at crossroads, where farmers and travelers would make small offerings to as a rustic god and god of travel. He was often honored as a pastoral god as opposed to a trickster or messenger and was revered as the protector of flocks, herds, and the wild.

• 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬 •

As opposed to Arkadia, Hermes played a major role in the economic and active aspects of Athens as a protector of commerce/trade, travel, athleticism, and aspects of public life. He was honored as the patron of merchants, thieves, traders, athletes, and heralds, and was deeply ingrained in Athenian life which thrived in marketplace culture as he had several statues and altars dedicated to him throughout the agora (marketplace). It was common to make small offerings to these statues before engaging in commerce as he was invoked for fair trade. Although it's considered that merchants may have also invoked him as a god of cunning and trickery.

Statues of Hermae (stone pillars of his head and an errect phallus) were seen at crossroads and city entrance for protection and good luck and even used as property markers.

Athletes would also pray to and give offerings to Hermes before games for speed and dexterity, and young Athenians participated in rituals for him.

• 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢 •

Delphic Hermes was strongly seen as a patron messenger, mediator, and guide. Gis khthonic ties were most heavily seen here, as psychopomp and his ties to the divine, communication, and divination were paramount.

As Apollo traded his caduceus for Hermes's lyre, he was worshipped closely alongside him as a second primary deity in Delphi. Those who sought the divinity of the Oracle would also often invoke Hermes for guidance and protection, as well as the messenger of the gods.

Because Delphi was so sacred as the center of divination and prophecy, Hermes would commonly be invoked to help understand and interpret the cryptic messages of the Pythia.

It was heavily seen in Delphi (and Athens) that Hermes was also the guide of souls and was invoked during funerary rites to safely guide the deceased in the afterlife.

Finally, Hermes was sometimes associated with the Omphalos as a divine boundary keeper, maintaining balance between the mortal and divine realms. He was believed to protect the sanctity of Delphi, preventing chaotic or deceitful forces from disrupting Apollo’s prophetic order.

• 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 •

• 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 •

Golden winged boots or sandals that allowed him to fly

A wide brimmed hat granting him invisibility, a or winged cap

The Caduceus granted to him by Apollo

A golden blade he weilded in the war between the gods and giants

• 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐬 •

Epimêlios- Keeper of the Flocks

Kriophoros- Ram-Bearer

Agoraios- Of the Market-Place

Dolios- Of Crafts, Of Wiles

Enagônios- Of the Games

Promakhos- Champion

Hermêneutês- Interpretor, Translator

Trikephalos- Three-Headed (Of Road-Intersections)

• 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 •

• 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 •

Coins and money

Cakes and pastries

Feathers

Books

Coffee

Journals and pens

Keys

Dice

Playing cards

Gambling tokens

Maps

Travel souvenirs

Milk and honey

Ram/cattle/sheep/dog imagery

• 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐬 •

Carrying a lucky coin or token

Studying anything

Learning a language

Journaling

Writing

Traveling (even if it's just to the store or park)

Practicing/learning lockpicking (preferably not on other people's property)

Getting "sticky fingers" with major corporations

Partaking in safe gambling (adults only)

Helping/donating to animal shelters

Writing poetry

Doing puzzles and riddles

Writing letters

Supporting small businesses

Learning card tricks

Learning how to count cards in poker/cheat in gambling (adults only)

Leaving coins or offerings at crossroads

While fairly sloppy, I hope this little blurb was informative! It was fun to make and I plan to make more ♡

But there most definitely is a community where you can learn under someone who has spent their own life researching the Gods to a massive extent, worship, learn about the mysteries and hidden secrets of the Gods, and host community rituals in an online temple.

And you know what? Ignore Ford's biased by society's expectations on a 1960's man: Dipper's greatest strenght was NEVER his brains.

I mean, he's incredibly smart, there's no doubt. But Gravity Falls is not a place in which you can survive with that alone despite Gideon and Ford saying so.

Dipper's greatest strenght was always the same as Stan: it's how much he loves his family and how far he's willing to go for his sister.

That same love was what made him stand up to the weirdness in Gravity Falls and always find a way out countless times. It's the reason he could sacrifice things for Mabel again and again and never once feel like she was in debt. The reason he could rescue her from Bill's perfect prison in Mabeland and EVEN THE REASON FORD WAS STILL HERE FOR WEIRDMAGEDDON.

The only thing able to subdue Dipper's very naturally human fear of death was his love for his new great uncle.

On a parallel note, Ford's strenght was actually the same as Mabel all along. His love for the unconventional and ability to think outside the box.

We stan!!!!

Compiled some basic information I know about drawing fat characters for beginners since I've been seeing more talk about absence of really basic traits in a lot of art lately.

It began fourteen billion years ago, with a bang.

Before anything else, there were two small sparks. They danced around each other across eternity, floating in an infinitesimal, minuscule space.

Then, they touched. The two embers collided, and all-at-once sparked into an inferno. In an instant, the universe was born.

After their collision, these two sparks grew into the universe's first two sentient beings. They have possessed millions of names, but among one of the trillions of cultures on one of the millions of worlds, they were called Ordo and Chaea.

More came after them of their same kind. These primordials discovered their power over the infant universe before them, and began to shape it in their image; their imagination.

Lux and Obscurus painted the galaxies, while Kaela, Rugos, and Terera formed their own masterpieces. They experimented many times, but finally landed on their perfect formula. Each planet would later earn its own name, but this perfect habitat of ocean, atmosphere, nature, and magma could be called by some “Earth”.

They filled their siblings’ galaxies with these, while Luna gave each of them a shield and Sol gave them the warmth for life. Soon, the universe was filled with beauty; thousands of twinkling lights, each paired with a lovingly-crafted cradle for something even greater.

It was these Gods who birthed the first seeds, and let evolution take on the rest as Khrona set the worlds in their motions. Each and every world was populated with hundreds, if not thousands of species of life; all born from the most molecular bacteria, into everything from a wasp to a whale. From the creation of this habited, moving, breathing universe, more of their kin were born. Tempestus, Kanos, the Seasons, and the Children of Khrona, to name some.

On each of these worlds, at least one of these species—though on many worlds, more than one—evolved into their world’s own kings. The Gods gave these creatures a special gift; something that until then, the Gods themselves were the only possessors of in the universe. They nudged each of these beings toward the Gods’ own image, and touched their minds with divinity. Thus, mortal sentience was born. From the minds of these new people, the final members of their pantheon were born. Ragnori, Messia, Archona, and Kaisia to name a few.

Over millennia, the Gods ruled their worlds and watched their greatest children forge it for themselves. The worlds became unique; they began to vary. Wyvra created the Wyverns to aid souls along their lives and across the Astral Sea to the gates of Obitus. On some worlds, Fae granted some of the races as a whole her patronage, just as Luna did on others. Some worlds grew to teem with the left-over divine radiance of their creation—left, thanks in part, to Wyvra—which the mortals would learn to harness themselves with staffs and chemistry and pentagrams, while others had little or none of it; at least that the mortals could perceive.

Their inhabitants looked to the sky above them and marveled; they charted the suns of their cousins without even knowing it. Some dreamed of reaching the distant worlds that they could only vaguely see, but the journey, while technically possible, was far too great. They each gave the worlds dozens of different names, but they also chose ones for their own in each of their thousands of languages. Terrum, those that called themselves the Torvans chose, on one of many worlds that housed the Human species, among others. Drasill became one of several worlds that housed those called the Elves and the Daemos. One of the most distant worlds started to call itself, simply, Earth.

The Gods watched their creations in wonder. They punished and rewarded them all the same. They fought each other on some of their worlds, they influenced their mortals, they were not infallible. But they thrived as the overseers of their magnum opus.

Then something…happened.

During the creations of the worlds, they had left great abysses of empty space between each solar system. This space was filled with wayward, lifeless rocks leftover from each Earth or Moon’s formation, but those rocks were forgotten and left to wander. The Gods and the mortals alike believed that there was truly nothing in this Between. Purely a distance of nothingness between their star and all the others. This was true for many millennia, until…

Until…something. No one knew what truly had caused It to awaken; not even Ordo or Chaea. But from the abyss of the Between came a…thing. A primal force, something no one could explain. It earned many names, but those most acquainted had come to call it The Void. In the privacy of only each other, Ordo and Chaea wondered if this force was older than even them; they wondered if this cold desolation was what they once danced across. The three together were the only beings whom no one or no thing knew the origin of.

But regardless, one day the Void appeared. What precisely it was, the Gods were left to speculate. They and a few of their mortals came to the same theory: that the Void sought to…reset the universe. Undo all the Gods’ work, revert it to how it once was; possibly the infinity of Void that inhabited the expanse unchallenged before Lux and Obscurus began their work, or even before the Bang.

What they did know, was that the Void was a thoughtless parasite with only one primal goal. It didn’t speak to them, it didn’t have any sense of morality, it only spread and consumed. Any living being it touched, it froze their bodies into a withered state and did—did something to their souls; something that caused them to never reach the Wyverns’ Sea, or Obitus’s Gates, or Ordo and Chaea’s Aether beyond.

The first victims of the Void’s infection were the asteroids and comets that wandered its domain. Inevitably, these rocks of pure Void-stone found themselves in the solar system of a world, and would be drawn into the pull of the earth’s gravity. Sometimes they would burn up, sometimes they would pass by the planet entirely. But sometimes, they would reach beneath the atmosphere.

The Void attacked the same way every time. The meteor would land, and the infection would spread unstoppably until it consumed the entire planet. First the earth would die, then another meteorite would bury itself in the moon and shatter it from the inside. Then, the sun would be extinguished by the third and final attacker, and the solar system would be wiped from the face of its galaxy.

The earth would freeze, then eventually shrivel in on itself; the moon would be broken into more rocks to spread the Void further, and the gasses that formed the sun’s fusion would be scattered into clouds of nothingness. It would always begin with a Void-infested space-rock’s collision with the earth.

Some worlds were given a merciful demise; the meteorite would be so massive that it would trigger a global extinction event, leaving only the desolate rock, water and surviving plant life to be withered into fossils. But in the worst cases, the world would already have billions of mortals thriving in their societies when the first undocumented, unnatural traces of black and violet rocks appeared in the wake of a beautiful meteor shower.

No matter what they tried, the Gods couldn’t stop the Void—or even cause it to falter. It had a unique reaction with each of their essences; something Obitus and Pestilentia learned the hard way. The Gods of decay learned quickly to stay as far away from the Void as they could. Ordo and Chaea were the only ones who had even the weakest ability to burn the Void away, if only temporarily.

The Void’s appearance would spark a never ending war between the Gods and mortals together, against this force of destruction. Most of the mortals, on their thousands of worlds, would never even know what the Void was, but the one thing they all would witness was the strange, unexpected disappearance of stars in their sky every once or twice in a century. The constellations would, every so often, have one of their corners blink away, even when the most advanced of the societies knew it had been a perfectly healthy star, nowhere near its death.

But there was one world where things played out…differently.

On a world that would later be named Terrum, an isolated ring-shaped island had become the cradle of one of the most advanced civilizations in the universe when compared to the primitive, bronze-age state of the rest of their world. Their astronomers grew familiar with a comet they named Zaid. Except, they learned that it wasn’t a comet at all, but an ice-covered asteroid. A massive one; one that would easily herald an extinction of their planet, and one that had been inching closer to their earth’s gravity every time it illuminated their sky.

The people of Zai’teh were masters of the art of combining their physical technology with rare, otherwise-unexplored areas of witchcraft. They tamed the storms with their sorcerers, and they turned their science to that of the ultimate mystery: souls.

It was the sky-watchers of Zai’teh who first observed the harbinger of their world’s doom. It was the scientists of Zai’teh who learned the real potentials of the soul. It was the people of Zai’teh who built their celestial cannon, and it was them who agreed that they were a small price to pay for their world.

Over three thousands years before it would next rise again, the celestial cannon crashed back down into the waves, the lifeless bodies across the island would be reclaimed by the nature they once tamed and lived with, and the storm one of their own had summoned would protect and prevent the island’s truth from discovery for millennia to come

The people of Zai’teh would never learn the truth of the comet they named Zaid. Their creation blasted the rock into oblivion, and with it they’d saved every other living thing on their planet.

…for the next few thousand years.

The dead-on shot had done its job in shattering the asteroid into physically-harmless pieces, but a few of those pieces still survived their journey to the surface. The largest was the size of a small boulder, and it landed thousands of miles northeast of the Zai’teh island; near the future site of the human city of Brightport, and the middle of the original alpine homeland of the Werewolves.

The meteorite would almost immediately be buried by a rockslide triggered by the impact, but centuries later the ground would solidify and caves would be dug, remembering the ancient ancestral stories of a piece of the moon that fell from the sky in that spot.

Whether it was because of the asteroid being broken up, or it was some side effect of the cannon’s soul-powered blast itself, something had caused the Void to slow in these rocks, on this world. The Gods soon took notice.

In the time of the great Torvans, the Gods moved their attention to Terrum. They realized this world for what it was: an anomaly, and…possibly a place to learn about the Void. Maybe the mortals here, with their help, could find a way to end this carnage.

Their first champions were mortals of the Torvan imperial lands, who they chose to give their blessing. Six of the Gods took part in this fragile experiment, and even chose to commune with the mortals directly; something they’d seldom ever done before.

It had been Medica, goddess of health, and Obitus, god of death’s idea, and in it they were joined by Sol, god of the suns, patron of Tu’la; Oenaria, goddess of travel; Archona, goddess of invention; and Kaisia, goddess of justice, patron of Khasia. They chose their champions, and the champions did great things to earn their own mythic legacies, but their patrons had given them one shared duty: find these rocks made of midnight and do whatever it took to understand their secrets.

Archona’s champion had gotten too sure of themself, too cocky that they could understand the primordial. They underestimated the Void, and their goddess’s warnings.

Oenaria’s champion had ended their own journey too soon. They sacrificed themself to find the caves in the first place, and never knew the true power of these strange rocks.

Sol’s champion found themself disagreeing with the rest every step of the way. They could never work together, and that divide sparked the end of them all.

Kaisia’s champion never even began this journey. They, and their goddess, lost track of their short time together and instead forged an entirely different, much greater legacy.

Obitus’s champion was the last of them to fail, but the call of the Void became too maddening to avoid. Obitus himself had to end the disaster before it began.

Medica’s champion clashed with Sol’s, and with Archona’s. They thought they needed to destroy this parasite and be done with it, despite the Gods’ demands of an explanation. This conflict spelled the failure of this first trial.

This first attempt had been a disaster. But all of their champions had descendants, a line of mortals who still possessed divinity in their blood. And Fate…worked in strange ways.

More Gods than just them had given similar blood-blessings to champions, but none gave them so much power as the first Six. The distant descendants of these Gods-touched mortals were born with different magical abilities—unlike the learned-art of witchcraft, which harnessed the last dregs of divinity left in the Earth itself.

The original mission of understanding the Void had been forgotten by the mortals and abandoned by the Gods. Clearly, the faults of humans so different from each other made it impossible to rely on them to do the Gods’ work. They would just…have to keep morbidly observing Terrum’s exponentially slow infection, and find another way.

They watched with curiosity as these magics-user descendants were born, lived, and died. The power seemed to reawaken once every few centuries or so, it seemed.

Then, roughly a thousand years after the time of the first Six, a girl was born with the divinity of Medica in her blood. The same day was born a boy with Obitus’s influence in his hands. Soon would come the other four as well.

Fate strung its web in strange ways. But many of the Gods took interest in these six warriors of their age.

Archona’s descendant, a boy named Enki, had an elder brother named Mikhal. Mikhal was the first mortal since the champions to discover the Void-stone hidden in the dark corners of the earth. He, a powerful warlock and an inquisitive mind so similar to his divine brother, finally saw the Void for exactly what it was: a threat not of this world. But a threat that must be understood.

Archona watched in wonder as Mikhal’s interest grew into an obsession. It was an impressive obsession nonetheless; he soon came to understand the Void to nearly the same extent as the Gods did.

Archona, and Wyvra, watched in sorrow as Mikhal’s horror at the idea of the Void twisted his mind into delving into whatever he believed he must in order to fight it himself. They watched him do what a mortal had never done; they watched him tear a rift in space-time between Terrum and its nearest sister, Drasill, as he foolishly attempted to harness the foreign magic of the Daemos. Humans called it Dark Sorcery for a reason; it may have been the basis of the daemos’ existence, but it was unnatural and overwhelming to the humans’ inner magic. The Gods watched Mikhal’s soul be gripped by the shadowy power of the Daemos, as his body and mind were twisted into a monstrous being.

He’d gone against the warnings, and thought he could learn the secrets of the Void if he harnessed the power of both Terrum and Drasill; two sides where the Void lay in-between. Instead, the mindset of a daemos forced itself into the brain of a human; incompatible from the start, and thus corrupting each other. It stripped him of his morals, his love, and focused solely on his determination to save his world from the Void no matter what or how long it took.

The six Gods watched in sorrow as Enki and his comrades could never understand the invisible threat of the Void, because their only knowledge of it was from the outlandish claims of a madman. All they saw as a threat was the demonic entity before them, and Enki, by then…understood their duties as protectors of the world first and foremost.

But this was not these Six’s only interaction with the Void. Obitus’s descendant, the boy named Shad, was the first mortal to ever discover the meteorite buried near the Werewolf tribe since the time of the first champions. Except he had no knowledge of what had happened to his predecessor when the essence of decay met the hunger of the Void. The reaction had taken away even his memory in his mind of the confusing encounter, but the unnatural offspring of the Void and the Destroyer caught up with him soon enough.

In the deaths of the first four mortals, they understood the gravity of whatever their next incarnations did with their own power, and so built safeguards for their relic-souls until their true successors came to prove themselves. Medica’s girl, Irene, never truly died. Her existence as the essence of life prevented her from ever succumbing to Pestilentia or Khrona, but a mortal mind was not ever intended for such a lifespan. She instead left the world, gave herself willingly to the light, and left an anchor to summon a new incarnation of herself when the time came.

The next Six similarly never knew the extent of the Void’s existence. They only knew the dark stone beneath the mountains as the frame of the rift to the pocket dimension where its creation had been banished to. Later in their lives, some of them came across odd patches of black stone popping up across the world, though mainly in the island they’d called home, but they never went further into it than that. Ironic, considering one of them had perhaps had the most experience with the Void out of everyone in Terrum’s history. Such a waste and a shame that he never recovered his memory of that adventure across a doomed, alternate earth, when he finally returned to the moment he’d left from.

The Gods watched this unique world progress in amazement. Thousands of years after the sacrifice of Zai’teh and arrival of the Void, the advanced society still thrived.

And the stubborn, corrupted, immortal spirit of Mikhal Olavson, otherwise known in mythology as the Demon Warlock, still persisted, lurking in the minds of his own descendants. It was him who discovered the history of the paradise surrounded by impenetrable storms. It was him who realized the daemos magic may not have been the answer, but perhaps it did lay in the secrets of soul-magic locked away beneath that island. Or at least, the mechanism could help him reach the one thing that would give him the ability to truly understand all of it.

The Gods watched as Fate deemed it time for the Six to rise again, and they watched in desperation as their battles against the Void ended meaninglessly every time.

Astronomers across the worlds grappled for explanations as more and more stars blinked out of existence.

More on Shad’s interaction with the Void and all it caused.

Feel like Poland should be included since we're literally called "people of the fields" according to the etymology of Poland.

We also have some less intricate clothing (if it looks a bit Victorian to you - that’s pretty much the right era for most of this!)

Here is the Chilean huaso:

Gauchos, from primarily Argentina where they’re a large national symbol close to the level of cowboys in the US. Also gauchos are in Uruguay.  Their pants are called bombachas and the other garment wrapped around them are called chiripas.  They work in grasslands called pampas, known for being really fertile:

While they’re not as dressed up as the others or have as prominent of a culture, for a broader Latin American cowboy context, I feel like also adding llaneros, who are from Colombia and Venezuela, in the llanos region, a type of tropical grassland similar to the pampas, hence the name llanero. Pampas get annual flooding and these guys would go barefoot a lot, and you can see that the stirrup on the horse’s saddle is really different than what you’re probably used to seeing, to accommodate for that, which is what I want to point out as an aspect of plains cultures developing clothing/accessories/tools to suit the environment. 

Cowboy culture happened wherever Spanish colonial influence and grassland biomes came together.  They differ based on the grasslands having different climates (ex tropical in South America), and the local indigenous influence (ex, backtracking to gauchos, they would use this tool called bolas to catch animals, which were basically two balls tied to a string that you threw and it spun around an animals legs, and were an indigenous invention):

these head things are super heavy but beautiful. worn them a lot of times back then when i was a dancer

A guide to designing wheelchair using characters!

I literally love this.

I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes.

No joke.

The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed

The woman who raised the changeling alongside her biological child

Cinderella finding Araura (and falling in love)

The God of Arepo (graphic novel 1 / 2 / 3) (ebook)

The Monster of Sentan

The Witch’s Cat

Raise Both Children

Stabby the Roomba (honorable mention)

Cinderella Marries the Prince (comic)

My Arch Nemesis Cynthia

Pirates and Mermaid

Eindred and the Witch

The Demon King

The Cornerwitch

Grandmother Beetroot

Apocalypse Daycare Worker

Grandmother Accidentally Summons a Demon

New Year Saga

A Story About Changelings

Ranger in the King’s Forest

The Difference Between a Hare and a Rabbit

First I wanna start this off by explaining that dreams are very important in my rewrite. Dreams are somewhat prophetic, depending on the person and the context.

For example, relic holders, specifically descendants or reincarnates of the divine warriors especially experienced these prophetic type of dreams. These dreams are usually memories of the divine, or even messages from them to their current… replacement..

For some, these dreams only start after they’ve acquired their relic, like for Garroth and Menphia’s relic holder (trying to decide if I’d rather it be Katelyn or Lucinda). For some, the dreams only get more detailed, clear and frequent after acquiring their relic, like for Aphmau. And for some, the dreams begin even before acquiring their relic, like for Travis, Eseryt, Aaron, and Laurance. (I’m counting Laury even tho Xavier didn’t technically have a relic, not getting into that right now but i will at some point)

Well anyway, ever since Eseryt was a small child, she’s been having the same vivid dream, constantly on the last of the month. It started when she was 5, after being taken the Barton, and they ended when she was 18, after leaving Barton. She’d awaken in the dead of the night, someone calling to her, luring her away with the same gentle yet monotone voice. They’d call her up the mountains that surrounded Barton. She’d climb them half awake half asleep, following footprints in the snow to the same spot each time. A small crater in the ground. There she’d find a woman. She was shattered, unraveling, trying desperately to pull herself back together. She’d mutter to Es, begging for her to help. Eseryt wouldn’t go near her, she was too afraid. Then, the woman would scream and Es would wake up in her bed in next morning, covered in snow.

It was like this until she turned 18. The next time she found herself with the Woman who begged, something in her told her to finally help. She stepped closer, reaching out her hand, and when she touched the woman’s face, her body was suddenly pulled back together and she was whole. The woman then grabbed Eseryt’s wrist and looked her in the face. Eseryt noted her scarred over eye. The one eyed woman whispered “Find her.” and disappeared. Eseryt woke in her doorway this time, a single dagger in her hand.

I’ve been studying astrology for only a couple months and I’m still learning so much.

I would like to see what the rest of the astrology community has to say, specifically @reaperofsassgard whom I’m a little obsessed with since Servant Of The Fates deleted her blog.

So here I am, exposing myself.

Looking at my natal chart it doesn’t seem to have any natural-born witch or healer placements, it’s not all that exciting in general, but it’s mine.

My Sun is Cancer, my Moon is Pisces, and my Ascendant is Leo.

Also yes, I am aware I am emotional and prideful.

I calculated your planet dominions. It’s a tie between Moon, Sun, and Neptune. I guess you already know that’s called lukewarm; three dominant planets mean the lack of divine parentship, but the potential of being a balanced person. Good luck on your journey!

Your chart’s energy is also ambiguous: mutable-fixed and fire-water (no signature sign). The latter is probably very obvious to you since having both fire and water as dominant elements results in a hectic, passionate personality. I’d not be surprised if others said you were intense.

Yes I’m lukewarm, (I’m going to be honest I was kind of dissapointed at first as I was excited to see who my divine parent was and at first I even miscalculated), thank you for the encouragement though! You too, best of luck!

Although the fact that you said I’m very intense makes sense and doesn’t, I’ve been described various times as being tranquil and calm, although I can also say that when I look through my memories, I can’t really see that. Perhaps it has to do with the type of people I was around?

Also you are very much correct in my fashion sense, I dress very in a very punk style. I do also like to be feared and admired, although I haven’t had much in the former, as much as I would like to.

A kind Solstice & Great Conjunction to you all!

This has been in the works for some time now, and I am so pleased to reveal the Uncvltured project & present to you the fruits of our labors.

Issue One is a celebration of the dark winter season, from its roots amidst the graveyard bones all the way to the high heavenly lights that gentle it, and all the chthonia the chill winds bring.