#polish gods

[my-digital-grimoire-smarragdus]

Weles talking about himself isn’t Ai just lovely

[the-ancient-god]

[chikorra]

"You're safe now, my darling" The knight rescued her precious princess from the evil Gabriel Agreste

=>>Reference that inspired this piece. :3 =>>Contact me through these socials if you like! <3

[mooshroomterrarium]

when you drop a tnt minecart on your mom, killing her instantly

[vellichorom]

we've waited all 8 years, to fi~na~lly bring true our fears; newcomers to watch us play, & veterans rejoice - it's our day! 🎉

[ispyspookymansion]

i miss when movies were allowed to suck a little. low budget passion projects made by new, unpolished actors. effects that are obvious but done with care. sound and color and direction that were partly just the product of technological limitations, but partly given a greater measure of “this can be a little messy” than we have now. now the movies suck too but its stuff like, this is a remake of a remake and it’s also funded by the US military and all the sfx were done by cgi artists being ground into dust because they cant unionize

[inkclover]

am being brave today and tried to get better at doodling Scarab

slight suggestive sketch under the cut

got sleepy in class so i doodled something to stay awake—

[scyllas-revenge]

Leap of Faith

aka an Only One Bed headcanon with no context whatsoever

because this popped into my head and I wanted to be able to write and finish something for once god damn it. @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book this is for you 🥰

Legolas/Human Reader (gender-neutral)

Word count: 663

Rating: G

Read on AO3

New!! There’s a part 2 here!

Legolas is instantly flustered at the sight of the single bed, his eyes darting between you and the pillows and back again. Despite himself, he’s half-contemplating diving out the window to freedom—but at the look on your face, he forces himself to take a shuddering breath.

You’re more than happy to share the bed, you reassure him: there’s plenty of room, and you’re a heavy sleeper, so he won’t disturb you. But he rejects the offer smoothly. Elves do not sleep like mortals, of course, and he need not lie down to find his rest as you do.

For the first time, he regrets it.

Legolas is a gentleman: he turns away quickly as you slip out of your traveling clothes and boots and slide under the covers, but the rustling of your garments and slide of fabric against your skin is so loud in the silence of the little bedroom, so intimate, that his heartbeat lurches in his chest. By the time he risks a glance back at you, you’re buried in blankets and pillows, looking more at peace than he’s ever seen you.

And now there is nothing to do but wait for dawn.

He pours water over the coals in the fireplace as your breathing evens out in sleep. He paces quietly. He sighs. Time slips by, and his eyes dart to you more and more often.

He’s curious. That’s what he tells himself, anyway. Legolas has so rarely been around mortals, and the way they sleep is fascinating. You’re deeply, wholeheartedly asleep—no wide-open staring eyes, no mind still active and wandering, elf-like.  

He’s curious. Your chest rises and falls under the blankets, your breaths even, calm. In through the nose, with the slightest snore, then out through the mouth in a warm puff. He finds himself stepping closer to the bed, transfixed.

He’s curious. That’s all. His elven eyes can make out the darting of your pupils beneath their lids, the slight parting of your lips. He leans closer, unconsciously. Perhaps you’re dreaming—and he hopes, with a sudden jolt, that you’re dreaming of him. And as though in answer, your lashes flutter restlessly, a single word escaping your parted lips: “Legolas.”

Oh, fine. He’s far more than just curious.  

Legolas is perched on the bed beside you before he is aware of it, his heart in his throat. Perhaps it meant nothing—very likely it meant nothing, for rarely was there sense to be found in mortal dreams. He should move away, and stop staring longingly at your sleeping form. You would hardly appreciate it if you knew.

Or would you? You had invited him to share the bed with you, after all.

Thoroughly defeated, Legolas slips under the covers to join you. Even in sleep, you’re enough to overpower him. And even in sleep, you turn toward him, clutching at his torso and pressing yourself close. His breath hitches.

Your hands clutch tight to his tunic as you nuzzle into his side, and Legolas curls against you, your legs tangling together. A shudder runs through his body.

He breathes in and out as evenly as he can, in imitation of you, and closes his eyes against the pillows, just as you did. Perhaps he can sleep as you do, just this once, so he can survive this overwhelming closeness. Keep his eyes shut tight and his mind closed off from the world, so he can outlast it.

It frightens him for a moment—the uncertainty of his tight-shut eyes, the lack of awareness of the wider world. How odd this mortal sleep is. It feels like a leap of faith. But your breath is warm and even against his neck, your hair soft as it splays against the exposed skin of his neck and collarbone, and his heartbeat slows, sleep—true sleep—stealing over him at last.  

This leap is an easy one to take, for he has faith in you utterly.  

[u3pxx]

third poll baby!!!!!! i also did a part 1 and part 2 of this! :^D in case you wanna see the other doodles too lol, electrochemistry and inland empire won the other ones!

and if you're not into disco elysium and don't know what any of these fuckers do, pls choose which silly word calls out to you or which of these doodles u like the best ASKSKS whatever pftt <33

THEY'RE MULTIPLYING!!! just one left on int and mot! i can't wait for either authority or esprit de corps to get ratio'd next round /j ASKSKSK

[citree]

*slaps the top of his head* you can fit so much trauma in this little guy

[my-digital-grimoire-smarragdus]

The Pantheon of Slavic Pagan Gods part 1

DISCLAIMER (Not my photos, credits go to original artist)

While it’s not certain if the Slavic religion had an organized pantheon of gods comparable to other Indo-European peoples like the Greeks, Romans or Scandinavians, Slavs surely had their deities. While many of them can reflect a more ancient shared Indo-European past, it remains disputable whether these gods were worshipped on the whole vast expanses of Slavic Europe (which ranged from the Baltic to the Black Sea) or rather varied depending on the locale and specific Slavic tribe.

Rod

Considered to be a supreme god. Father of all Gods. The protector of the family, who, together with the Rodzanice, assisted every person from birth. In Old Slavic, the name of the deity meant the harvest that the earth brings, so he was also the guardian of prosperity.

Perun

Perun one of the highest gods, a supreme God of the Slavic Pantheon. Worshipped across wide expanses of Slavic Europe and even beyond (as Perkunas he also appears in Baltic mythology), Perun is the reigning lord of the heavens, and the god of lightning and thunder. As a thunder-god, he has been compared to Zeus in Greek or Thor in Norse mythology. It was also commonly associated with oak (a sacred tree) and birds of prey.

Perperuna

Wife of Perun

Veles/Weles/Wołos

Hades of the Slavs, lord of the underworld, magic and curses. He was nicknamed skotij, as a guardian of the flock. Due to its dark nature, it is often identified with the Viper. In the fight between good and evil, he was the eternal antagonist of the thundering demiurge Perun. The zoomorphic incarnation of Weles was Żmij, a dragon-like reptilian figure from the beliefs of ancient Slavs

Svarog/Swaróg

Divine craftsman. blacksmith, which results from the etymology of his name. There are at least three examples of sources: Sanskrit svar – sky; Persian chvar – sun and sъvariti – to forge, to forge. His domain was the day, the sky and the sun. It's easy to see the similarities to other solar deities. The zoomorphic incarnation of Swarog was Raróg - a fire spirit most often manifesting itself in the form of a burning firebird (phoenix)

Svarohits/Swarożyc

God of the sun, of fire, and of the hearth. In myth he may have been the son of Svarog and the brother of Dazhbog.

Dazhbog/Dadźbóg

God of the sun, fire, heat, warmth, light and weather. Brother of Svarohits, son of Svarog

Svetovid/Światowid/Świętowit

God of the Western Slavic people, especially the Polabians. Etymology translates his name as holy lord. He served as a deity of war, harvest and fertility. The literary interpretation from the Romantic period saw him, due to the interpretation of the statue with four faces, as Światowid - an all-seeing deity looking at the four directions of the world.

Yarovid/Jarowit/Jaryło

God of unbridled youthful energy. His coming was celebrated with spring. He was a fertility god with a lot of eroticism. The name, consisting of two elements, meant a young lord, a nobleman

Mokosh/Mokosz

Mother Earth. An ancient deity of humanity, developing together with Indo-European civilization and cultures from their very beginnings. In Slavic symbolism, the goddess of rain and storm, prosperity and fertility, sexuality. The root mok is still present in the word wet. The ancient Indian makha meant nobility, and meksha - plant juice

[the-ancient-god]

In honor of the eclipse , here are three Slavic gods

Swaróg, Swarożyc and Dadźbóg

Swaróg - God of day, sky and sun

Swarożyc - God of sun, fire and hearth.

Dadźbóg - God of sun, fire, warmth, light and weather.

[airoarts]

[Image description: A digital drawing of a character who is a fusion of several different Tumblr Sexymen. He is tall and thin, standing with his hand on his hip, with purple skin, cat ears, and a cat tail, Komaeda-esque wispy white hair, a permanent smile with sharp yellow teeth, and one blue-and-yellow eye with a black sclera. He has red dots on his cheeks and skeleton feet. He is wearing a navy-and-red train conductor cap; large glasses tinted pink on one lens and yellow on the other; a gray suitcoat that splits into two near the end, with a yellow pyramid pattern on the inside; green elbow-length gloves; pinstriped black-and-green pants that are cut at the mid-calf; a white dress shirt that is layered and trimmed with lavender at the bottom, with a thin brown belt visible; a lavender tie; and pink fluffy slippers. He also wears a yellow strap around his shoulder and torso, and has a fluffy pink truffula pin and a badge on his suit that looks like a blue clock. He is holding a red scepter with an eye pattern in the middle. The background is a pale peach-pink color. End ID]

i decided to revisit the idea i had several years ago of a tumblr sexyman fusion, a post that got pretty popular at the time, since there are now different sexymen who are popular and also the concept of tumblr sexyman has been built upon significantly.

this is a fusion of sans, the onceler, reigen, tony the talking clock (based on aishaneko’s classic humanization), bill cipher, raymond, ingo, spamton, purple guy, komaeda, and alastor. can u spot the design elements from each one?

[the-evil-clergyman]

Parnassus by Henryk Siemiradzki (1900)

[aliciamorov]

A POST TO SIMP FOR SEASON 7 RICK AHHHH (the photos are so bad bc i was taking pictures of my laptop☠️did I even write that right)

wet hair rick ✅

he's so FINEEEEEE MY LOOOORD

he gets more and more hot with every season (i want him so bad)

[joltning]

remake of that one image bc it didn’t do it justice sigh