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i figured i should make an introduction post so….

hi im lagoon! you can call me, well, lagoon, lagoober, lynn really any works!

I go by she/her, but dont really mind or care being called otherwise, but i might get confused

I tend to get obsessed over things for periods of time, then get a new obsession

what i post and when is a gamble

i think thats all, have a good 48 hours!!!

adurot

I have just learned that Mountain Goats are NOT, in fact, actual Goats.

adurot

I have never heard of this band. I AM in fact referring to the animal.

adurot

But wait, there’s more!

adurot

mr-unkn0wn-m00n

I have no regrets of making this account and just posting this as the first post I ever make.

#couldnt scroll past this #was a mandatory reblog #beautiful.#tiodm #tiodm howard #tiodm philip #the island of dr morose howard #howard plunkett #phillip maude #the island of doctor morose

i have found another thing that has taken over my brain

Darker version under cut cause i liked them both

#the island of doctor morose #the island of dr morose howard #the island of dr morose fanart #howard plunkett #i might post my TIODM oc soonish #or never #idk we find out what happens to her #lagoons art

hydrattan

I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me

twilightdaydreamer

I've decided to make mermaid art for this summer ☀️🏖🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️

I did make a smol lazy comic for this so I'll post that later🍹😎

#aphmau #aphmau fanart #aphmau my inner demons #aphmau mid #aphmau noi

keterkid

People who are younger than you but taller

gondor-calls-for-aid

People who are younger than you but better than you at something

emeraldembers

People who are younger than you

discipleofpuck

People

gentlepanpirate

Being turned into a llama

stabilizedinsanity

A LLAMA?! HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!!!

nemusou-blog

yeah… weird

beetlegarden

we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!! we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!

writing-prompt-s

You are a deity newly ascended. Your predecessor has perished, and their domain (now yours) is in shambles. Instead of repairing it first, you went down to the world and did the dirty practical work instead of the grandiose, aloof things other deities do.

missmarleysworld

The Domain of Thresholds "Your domain became one of the healthiest in heaven. The practical work was the divine work."

When the old deity died, the heavens expected the usual sequence of events: a coronation of stars, a grand proclamation, and then centuries of mysterious silence while the newly ascended god sat upon a crystalline throne contemplating the nature of existence. That was how gods normally behaved. A domain could be collapsing, rivers of celestial light could be leaking into the void, prayers could be piling up unopened for decades, yet deities were famous for appearing unconcerned. Mortals called it wisdom. Other gods called it dignity. You called it terrible management.

The day you inherited the Domain of Thresholds—every doorway, crossroads, beginning, ending, chance encounter, and turning point in the world—you visited your celestial realm exactly once. It was a disaster. Archives were flooded with forgotten promises. Staircases led nowhere. Half-formed futures wandered the halls like lost animals. Millions of prayers sat unopened in towering heaps. Your predecessor had spent the last several millennia discussing the metaphysical significance of possibility while neglecting the actual machinery that kept possibility moving. You looked around for perhaps five minutes, then turned and left.

The other deities were horrified. “You cannot simply abandon your domain,” they protested.

Instead of remaining in heaven, you descended into the world. For years, no one knew where their new god had gone. You repaired broken bridges in forgotten villages where trade had stalled. You helped travelers read maps. You sat with widows as they navigated inheritance papers. You mediated disputes between business partners. You taught apprentices how to sharpen tools. You fixed doors—an astonishing number of doors. You carried lumber, dug ditches, organized records, answered letters, and helped people complete the small tasks that stood between them and the next chapter of their lives. Most gods governed concepts. You handled logistics.

Something strange happened. The domain began repairing itself. Every bridge restored commerce. Every journey created new encounters. Every inheritance settled allowed a family to move forward. Every apprentice who mastered a craft opened possibilities for others. Every repaired door welcomed someone into a different future. The celestial realm responded. Floodwaters receded from the archives. Broken staircases rebuilt themselves. Mountains of unanswered prayers shrank. The practical work on earth was healing the divine realm above.

One day you asked an ancient deity why so many gods behaved so differently. The old being laughed. “Because aloofness looks like power,” they said. “Isn’t it?” you asked. “Sometimes,” the deity replied. “But often it is simply distance mistaken for wisdom.”

The ancient god explained that most domains were not actually abstract concepts at all. Harvests were relationships between people and land. Justice was a relationship between actions and consequences. Knowledge was a relationship between curiosity and understanding. Love was a relationship between souls. Even fate was a relationship between possibility and choice. Over time, many gods forgot this. They became fascinated by symbols and theories while neglecting the realities that gave those symbols meaning. They debated abundance while farmers struggled. They contemplated destiny while roads crumbled. They delivered sermons about courage while entire towns lacked the means to recover from disaster. Eventually their domains reflected their neglect.

“The domain follows reality,” the old deity told you. “Not the other way around.”

Centuries later, your domain became one of the healthiest in heaven. Not because you repaired the celestial machinery first. Not because you issued grand decrees or unlocked hidden cosmic secrets. It flourished because you never stopped showing up where things were stuck. A locked gate. A failing business. A grieving family. A frightened traveler standing at a crossroads. A young person hesitating before taking the first step into a new life. You eventually understood something your predecessor never had: the practical work was the divine work. The reason so many heavenly kingdoms fell into ruin was that their rulers spent too much time trying to appear godlike and not enough time remembering what their domains were actually for.