You Are The Paladin Of A Kind God. The God's Followers Have Become Corrupt, Taking Over The Government

Lothal

Title: Joelo

By: sugurt

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here is my submission for the Smallishbeans's hermit craft art gallery. I wanted to colors to resemble Lizzie’s Minecraft skins coloring since he has a lot of homages to her. His builds are super cool and i love watching/listening to his vids while drawing :D

The Horse Slayer‘s Town by LuzDoesArt

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The Horse Slayer‘s Town © 2025 by  LuzDoesArt is licensed under CC BY 4.0 

Eight Hours later we stand in front of this beauty. Im genuinely quite proud of it, usually never draw architecture of any sort but luckily Joel‘s base is quite the magnificent reference.

Even if this doesn‘t make it into the Gallery im still very glad this little competition pushed me out of my comfort zone :D

ermmmm ref sheet for up and coming superhero jizzie au,,,, villain lizzie ,,,

Too lazy for a description rn😔, but heres another jaya fanart

OK Tumblr Geriatric Ward, let’s talk about your posture-

there are things you should be doing now to prevent yourself from starting to look like 🥀

Why does it matter? Future you would like to avoid the pain, limited motion, and fall risk that goes along with worsening posture.

What’s the focus?

1. Keep the flexibility in your spine

2. Stretch the muscles in the front

3. Strengthen the muscle in the back

Here are some simple things you can do daily while sitting and when you get up to go into the bathroom or the kitchen

Keep the flexibility by doing these repeated movements: 10 repetitions several times a day

The goal is to give yourself a double or triple chin. Keep your nose pointing forward, don’t let it tip up or down

Thoracic extension- use a chair with a seat back that comes up to the level of your shoulder blades. Try to bend back over the top of the chair without arching away from the seat back and without extending your neck. If the pressure from the top of the chair is uncomfortable you can place a towel there

Stretch the muscles in the front by using a door frame. This one will feel good afterwards

If this isn’t enough of a stretch you can do one side at a time. If you have the right arm up step forward with the right foot and turn slightly to the left. Then do it on the other side.

Strengthen the muscles in the back by squeezing your shoulder blades together for a count of 10 and then repeating 10 times. You can do this several times a day Hint: Don’t lift your shoulder blades up

There are lots more exercises for strengthening your back muscles but this is a good starting point and easy to do. I like doing it while driving

Tips:

Do the best you can

If it hurts stop

Envision future you saying thank you each time you do one of the exercises

Careful footings, precise movements, flickering gazes; the steps were to a dance he had been born into, movements he had Ren forced to learn. Because you can't miss a step in this dance, if you trip- if you loose sight of your partners blade- its over. There isn't a second chance. There isn't a hand held out to help you off of the dirt you fell into.

Just the dirt and your own blood. Forged by your mistakes.

He was never without at least three of his implements. Despite his recklessness, he wasn't keen on dying.

The heavy battleaxe he kept wasn't all that practical to use alone. It was too heavy and slow. But its weight on his belt was what reminded him that he wasn't defenseless, that he had a chance.

The sword he kept on the other hand, was the best weapon one could have when forced into close up combat like the situation he was in. It was muscle memory for him to spin the blade around his hand like one would swing a butterfly knife as he fought. To remember not to press to harshly against another's blade for too long before swinging at their shins or their sides.

His opponent was strong, they weren't afraid to press him whenever their blades clashed and sparked. They were well trained as well, even as he switched which hand he held his blade it, they didn't falter.

It was exhilarating, the thrill of the fight, the way the pain of his scrapes was dulled by pure adrenaline. He knew he was grinning that grin he was told made him look insane. He knew he was getting tired, they had been moving for hours. He knew his mind was drifting, he couldn't focus in the fight when all his mind was stuck on was how much he had missed this feeling. He knew he was relying a tad too much on instinct, on waiting for the small shifts in the air to tell them where they would strike.

But he kept on going, letting himself forget where he was in the room. Not noticing as the other was moving him slightly back at every strike.

In one swift motion, his sword was flung out of his hand and he was being tossed to the ground, the back of his head brushed the wall as he fell. Panic took over.

Before he even knew where he was, before he could register his own thoughts or figure out what had happened, his hand was snatching a small blade tucked into his boot.

He gripped the persons jaw, palm over their chin, and flipped their positions. Slamming the others head to the floor and digging the blade against their jugular.

He was panting, he couldn't see, all he could do was feel the person try to move and he dug his nails into their jaw in retaliation.

The person said something, he can't hear them.

He doesn't care to.

They tried to... They...

He can't remember.

Where is he?

It doesn't matter. He's not dead. He just needs to live.

Suddenly a hand has his wrist and is yanking it off of them. The attacker scurries away from his grasp.

Fuck he is so dead. His axe isn't going to do anything, he's shaking, he'd did op it in seconds. He's dead. He's dead. He's going to die. He's going to-

A hand on his shoulder.

He flinches away and keeps his head down. Maybe they will let hin- if he just does what they say- it will all be okay if he just-

"Look at me." The attacker says, their voice is calmer than he expected, he thought they would sound angry.

He looks up and the castle crashes around him.

It was just Gem. She is bleeding from her throat, badly.

His head flings from side to side to look around the room.

Fight club. He was just in their stupid fight club. He wasn't anywhere else.

He just hurt Gem in a sparring match.

He was about to kill Gem in a sparring match just because he forgot where he was.

Idiot. He was a fucking idiot.

"I.." His breath catches and he realizes he's breathing too fast.

Gem knelt down next to him. "Are you okay?"

He nodded frantically, "Are you? I'm so fucking sorry I didn't mean to hurt you like that I just-" he swallowed "I forgot where I was for a minute."

She huffed, but looked pained as the action strained the large cut on her throat, just to the side of her jugular and artery. She pulled a potion out of her pocket. "Nothing a healing potion won't fix." And slowly drank the thick, sweet smelling drink.

Her wounds stitched themselves back together. He relaxed slightly. He wasn't killing anyone.

"Where did you think you were?" She asked.

He barked out a laugh, it was heavy with a bitterness to it. "Anywhere but here, Gem."

She looked puzzled at that.

He evened his breath. "I'm not exactly the guy people like to keep around. Kind of why I don't do this often.. hanging out with people I mean."

The redhead held out her hand to help him up from the floor. "Well. Start getting used to it. You're stuck with me now, you got that?"

He put away his weapons into the chests. "Yeah. Okay, why not?"

I really wanted to know why Oda and Toei changed Ace's old actor and yassified him, so I made an edit with his old design (maintaining its striking physical characteristics), because I really like crack Ace of Alabasta