This portrait mod is fuckin killing me
I need the pt 2
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Today I was sitting on a swing in the park because I was waiting for my plans to start and decided to offer the moment to Selene. And even though it was day and there was no moon for my Lady, she accepted it.
At first I just felt lightheaded but second later she closed me in a "bubble" separating me from the world and it's noises (I've been having terrible headaches for five years constantly).
I'm so grateful and thankful for the protection, Lady Selene🌙
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Idk why, but there’s like a high-pitched whirring I can hear in the background for “Gods” and it sounds like a vacuum cleaner to me.
So whenever I listen to “Gods”, I get the mental image of Vessel in the recording booth screaming his lungs out, and III just vacuuming around him a la Freddie Mercury in the “I Want To Break Free” mv.
And so I give you my creation of III-ie Mercury
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You don't get Hestia as an option because what, you think I'm gonna make this EASY on you?
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I’m taking pottery lessons right now… and my teacher said “the kiln gods are being kind to me right now.” And that made me stop and think. Is there a god of pottery? I tried to look it up but it’s hazy.
In Ancient Greece, Athena was apparently the goddess of crafts, which is a bit vague. Hephaestus was the god of sculpting, but that’s not right either.
In Ancient Egypt, I found Khnum who made the other gods and humankind on his potter’s wheel.
I found two other gods of pottery in cultures I don’t know: Lianaotabi and Panthoibi.
But I wasn’t able to find anyone else. Pottery being such an important part of daily life all around the world, it seems like there would be more. Does anyone know of any other gods of pottery?
Edited: removed incorrect/inaccurate descriptor for Lianaotabi and Panthoibi peoples. Apologies, I found them through a random google search for “pottery gods.”
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“I thought this city didn’t have any gods.”
The pigeon grinned a beak full of dog’s teeth. “Ha. They say there aren’t. They even kept most of them out for a while.”
“How did you make it?”
“By being smart. By hiding.”
She gave the one-legged, feral feathered thing a sideways look. “As a pigeon?”
“Sometimes,” said the pigeon. “Sometimes I’m graffiti on a wall. Sometimes I’m a coin dropped in a beggar’s hand. I am neon at night, the rain in the light. I am the song the busker sings. I listen to the prayers of those who come to the city with big dreams.”
“And in return?”
It grinned again. Steam rolled off its feathers, smelling of cigarettes. “I eat their despair.”
“That’s cruel.”
It moved its wings in something like a shrug. “That’s the big city for you.”
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i cannot say it enough: RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP
research your ancestors, research your gods, research the land you come from, listen to the stories told by your family, your community, your elders and take notes. research research research.
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