Do you ever just think about how, as gods, thanatos and zagreus were meant to be worshipped? How mortals fear thanatos too much to sacrifice to him, picturing him as an insatiable beast who takes and takes. How zagreus isn’t even known by the mortals, despite understanding the blood that runs through their veins, their most vulnerable parts.
And do you ever think about how they worship each other? How zagreus allows thanatos that vulnerability, allows him to take him in his arms, his lips, and take take take. How thanatos sees zagreus, always being there for him even when the entire underworld was against him. How he was the steady, grounding heartbeat to zagreus’ chaotic circumstances.
They worship each other when no one else will.
Do you ever just think about that?
why does this sound like it came from a repressed gay war poem
i love drawing them
request: "What do your bishops look like and how does the lamb think of them?"
I haven’t decided (or started) on designs yet. As for my lambs opinion, they process everything through humour, I would say this is their surface level opinion on the bishops. There’s obviously the deeper-seated issues they have w them tho.
Teen sam and max have been on the mind recently
still very angry at writing-prompt-s lol. actually i'm angry at that entire circlejerk going around trying to convince everyone that the palestinians on tumblr are all bots but writing-prompt-s is someone who has a big presence on this site and who knows what kind of damage they're causing by enabling this rhetoric that real ass people trying to survive a genocide are bots trying to scam you. idk i know this isn't productive but i'm feeling really petty right now and i really wanna see them get destroyed for this. cancel writing-prompt-s we as a collective deserve a writing prompt based blog that's run by someone who actually cares about people dying
Stupid soulmate string idea rattling in my head for a few weeks now Bonus points for gods being unable to see soulmate strings, so Narinder never sees his until he’s usurped