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its actually crazy how good music is. and its all different, too. like wow. huge deal really when you think about it
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Absolutely insane find. Months of stalking listings and it's finally mine. Up to 4 languages now (English, Italian, Japanese, Korean)!
A fabulous time at FanExpo Cleveland 2025, thank you @meganwhalenturner as always for everything!
(quick post for now, more cosplay details to come soon)
Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
Arepo built a temple in his field, a humble thing, some stones stacked up to make a cairn, and two days later a god moved in.
โHope youโre a harvest god,โ Arepo said, and set up an altar and burnt two stalks of wheat. โItโd be nice, you know.โ He looked down at the ash smeared on the stone, the rocks all laid askew, and coughed and scratched his head. โI know itโs not much,โ he said, his straw hat in his hands. โBut - Iโll do what I can. Itโd be nice to think thereโs a god looking after me.โ
The next day he left a pair of figs, the day after that he spent ten minutes of his morning seated by the temple in prayer. On the third day, the god spoke up.
โYou should go to a temple in the city,โ the god said. Its voice was like the rustling of the wheat, like the squeaks of fieldmice running through the grass. โA real temple. A good one. Get some real gods to bless you. Iโm no one much myself, but I might be able to put in a good word?โ It plucked a leaf from a tree and sighed. โI mean, not to be rude. I like this temple. Itโs cozy enough. The worshipโs been nice. But you canโt honestly believe that any of this is going to bring you anything.โ
โThis is more than I was expecting when I built it,โ Arepo said, laying down his scythe and lowering himself to the ground. โTell me, what sort of god are you anyway?โ
โIโm of the fallen leaves,โ it said. โThe worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth. Iโm a god of a dozen different nothings, scraps that lead to rot, momentary glimpses. A change in the air, and then itโs gone.โ
The god heaved another sigh. โThereโs no point in worship in that, not like War, or the Harvest, or the Storm. Save your prayers for the things beyond your control, good farmer. Youโre so tiny in the world. So vulnerable. Best to pray to a greater thing than me.โ
Arepo plucked a stalk of wheat and flattened it between his teeth. โI like this sort of worship fine,โ he said. โSo if you donโt mind, I think Iโll continue.โ
โDo what you will,โ said the god, and withdrew deeper into the stones. โBut donโt say I never warned you otherwise.โ
Arepo would say a prayer before the morningโs work, and he and the god contemplated the trees in silence. Days passed like that, and weeks, and then the Storm rolled in, black and bold and blustering. It flooded Arepoโs fields, shook the tiles from his roof, smote his olive tree and set it to cinder. The next day, Arepo and his sons walked among the wheat, salvaging what they could. The little temple had been strewn across the field, and so when the work was done for the day, Arepo gathered the stones and pieced them back together.
โUseless work,โ the god whispered, but came creeping back inside the temple regardless. โThere wasnโt a thing I could do to spare you this.โ
โWeโll be fine,โ Arepo said. โThe stormโs blown over. Weโll rebuild. Donโt have much of an offering for today,โ he said, and laid down some ruined wheat, โbut I think Iโll shore up this thingโs foundations tomorrow, how about that?โย
The god rattled around in the temple and sighed.
A year passed, and then another. The temple had layered walls of stones, a roof of woven twigs. Arepoโs neighbors chuckled as they passed it. Some of their children left fruit and flowers. And then the Harvest failed, the gods withdrew their bounty. In Arepoโs field the wheat sprouted thin and brittle. People wailed and tore their robes, slaughtered lambs and spilled their blood, looked upon the ground with haunted eyes and went to bed hungry. Arepo came and sat by the temple, the flowers wilted now, the fruit shriveled nubs, Arepoโs ribs showing through his chest, his hands still shaking, and murmured out a prayer.ย
โThere is nothing here for you,โ said the god, hudding in the dark. โThere is nothing I can do. There is nothing to be done.โ It shivered, and spat out its words. โWhat is this temple but another burden to you?โ
โWe -โ Arepo said, and his voice wavered. โSo itโs a lean year,โ he said. โWeโve gone through this before, weโll get through this again. So weโre hungry,โ he said. โWeโve still got each other, donโt we? And a lot of people prayed to other gods, but it didnโt protect them from this. No,โ he said, and shook his head, and laid down some shriveled weeds on the altar. โNo, I think I like our arrangement fine.โ
โThere will come worse,โ said the god, from the hollows of the stone. โAnd there will be nothing I can do to save you.โ
The years passed. Arepo rested a wrinkled hand upon the temple of stone and some days spent an hour there, lost in contemplation with the god.
And one fateful day, from across the wine-dark seas, came War.
Arepo came stumbling to his temple now, his hand pressed against his gut, anointing the holy site with his blood. Behind him, his wheat fields burned, and the bones burned black in them. He came crawling on his knees to a temple of hewed stone, and the god rushed out to meet him.
โI could not save them,โ said the god, its voice a low wail. โI am sorry. I am sorry. I am so so sorry.โ The leaves fell burning from the trees, a soft slow rain of ash. โI have done nothing! All these years, and I have done nothing for you!โ
โShush,โ Arepo said, tasting his own blood, his vision blurring. He propped himself up against the temple, forehead pressed against the stone in prayer. โTell me,โ he mumbled. โTell me again. What sort of god are you?โ
โI -โ said the god, and reached out, cradling Arepoโs head, and closed its eyes and spoke.
โIโm of the fallen leaves,โ it said, and conjured up the image of them. โThe worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth.โ Arepoโs lips parted in a smile.
โI am the god of a dozen different nothings,โ it said. โThe petals in bloom that lead to rot, the momentary glimpses. A change in the air -โ Its voice broke, and it wept. โBefore itโs gone.โ
โBeautiful,โ Arepo said, his blood staining the stones, seeping into the earth. โAll of them. They were all so beautiful.โ
And as the fields burned and the smoke blotted out the sun, as men were trodden in the press and bloody War raged on, as the heavens let loose their wrath upon the earth, Arepo the sower lay down in his humble temple, his head sheltered by the stones, and returned home to his god.
Sora found the temple with the bones within it, the roof falling in upon them.
โOh, poor god,โ she said, โWith no-one to bury your last priest.โ Then she paused, because she was from far away. โOr is this how the dead are honored here?โ The god roused from its contemplation.
โHis name was Arepo,โ it said,ย โHe was a sower.โ
Sora startled, a little, because she had never before heard the voice of a god. โHow can I honor him?โ She asked.
โBury him,โ the god said, โBeneath my altar.โ
โAll right,โ Sora said, and went to fetch her shovel.
โWait,โ the god said when she got back and began collecting the bones from among the broken twigs and fallen leaves. She laid them out on a roll of undyed wool, the only cloth she had. โWait,โ the god said, โI cannot do anything for you. I am not a god of anything useful.โ
Sora sat back on her heels and looked at the altar to listen to the god.
โWhen the Storm came and destroyed his wheat, I could not save it,โ the god said, โWhen the Harvest failed and he was hungry, I could not feed him. When War came,โ the godโs voice faltered. โWhen War came, I could not protect him. He came bleeding from the battle to die in my arms.โ Sora looked down again at the bones.
โI think you are the god of something very useful,โ she said.
โWhat?โ the god asked.
Sora carefully lifted the skull onto the cloth. โYou are the god of Arepo.โ
Generations passed. The village recovered from its tragediesโhomes rebuilt, gardens re-planted, wounds healed. The old man who once lived on the hill and spoke to stone and rubble had long since been forgotten, but the temple stood in his name. Most believed it to empty, as the god who resided there long ago had fallen silent. Yet, any who passed the decaying shrine felt an ache in their hearts, as though mourning for a lost friend. The cold that seeped from the temple entrance laid their spirits low, and warded off any potential visitors, save for the rare and especially oblivious children who would leave tiny clusters of pink and white flowers that they picked from the surrounding meadow.
The god sat in his peaceful home, staring out at the distant road, to pedestrians, workhorses, and carriages, raining leaves that swirled around bustling feet. How long had it been? The world had progressed without him, for he knew there was no help to be given. The world must be a cruel place, that even the useful gods have abandoned, if farms can flood, harvests can run barren, and homes can burn, he thought.
He had come to understand that humans are senseless creatures, who would pray to a god that cannot grant wishes or bless upon them good fortune. Who would maintain a temple and bring offerings with nothing in return. Who would share their company and meditate with such a fruitless deity. Who would bury a stranger without the hope for profit. What bizarre, futile kindness they had wasted on him. What wonderful, foolish, virtuous, hopeless creatures, humans were.
So he painted the sunset with yellow leaves, enticed the worms to dance in their soil, flourished the boundary between forest and field with blossoms and berries, christened the air with a biting cold before winter came, ripened the apples with crisp, red freckles to break under sinking teeth, and a dozen other nothings, in memory of the man who once praised the godโs work on his dying breath.
โHello, God of Every Humble Beauty in the World,โ called a familiar voice.
The squinting corners of the godโs eyes wept down onto curled lips. โArepo,โ he whispered, for his voice was hoarse from its hundred-year mutism.
โI am the god of devotion, of small kindnesses, of unbreakable bonds. I am the god of selfless, unconditional love, of everlasting friendships, and trust,โ Arepo avowed, soothing the other with every word.
โThatโs wonderful, Arepo,โ he responded between tears, โIโm so happy for youโsuch a powerful figure will certainly need a grand temple. Will you leave to the city to gather more worshippers? Youโll be adored by all.โ
โNo,โ Arepo smiled.
โFarther than that, to the capitol, then? Thank you for visiting here before your departure.โ
โNo, I will not go there, either,โ Arepo shook his head and chuckled.
โFarther still? What ambitious goals, you must have. There is no doubt in my mind that you will succeed, though,โ the elder god continued.
โActually,โ interrupted Arepo, โIโd like to stay here, if youโll have me.โ
The other god was struck speechless. โโฆ. Why would you want to live here?โ
โI am the god of unbreakable bonds and everlasting friendships. And you are the god of Arepo.โ
I reblogged this once with the first story. Now the story has grown and Iโm crying. This is gorgeous, guys. This is what dreams are made of.
This is amazing!
A broken perfume amphora for my heart and soul, Irene. A hook for both my trash son, Gen, and for the fandom. Merry Christmas to me!
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It's been an agonizingly slow work in progress, but the dragon hoard is finally getting a proper home...
I'm still waiting for multiple editions to arrive, including the first box release from Fairy Loot and some other very lucky finds. I also still have a lot of pieces of art and things I've collected that need to make their way onto the center shelf. Progress though!!
Also, hi tumbler QT fandom, Mom aka Queens aka ME misses you all, let me know if y'all need anything from the store
The Japanese Editions set is complete and I am WEEPING over how gorgeous they are ๐ญ
A few copies from the collection are currently out on loan, and I'm still waiting for a few packages in the mail, but this is the updated collection tindr profile pic
Also, some folks commented on Discord about the Disney Junior magazine and I was inspired to do an eBay search and now I'm the proud owner of TWO physical copies of "Thief!" Shout-out to @bookishbabe10 for the original copy as well as the stunning postcards.
He may have heard what they were eating in Thick As Thieves.
My little mole god has been reblogged. Itโs so nice to see him again. Remember everybody, itโs okay to Make Bad Art.
Iโm thinking of having another contest in honor of the publication of Return of the Thief in the UK. If you have suggestions for one please reblog and put them in the comments.
Bring back Legos, maybe see who can build the biggest or the most colorful Mole God out of Lego bricks, a la #kingoflegottolia, maybe #returnofthelegothief
It's been an agonizingly slow work in progress, but the dragon hoard is finally getting a proper home...
I'm still waiting for multiple editions to arrive, including the first box release from Fairy Loot and some other very lucky finds. I also still have a lot of pieces of art and things I've collected that need to make their way onto the center shelf. Progress though!!
Also, hi tumbler QT fandom, Mom aka Queens aka ME misses you all, let me know if y'all need anything from the store
So, this has been a tough secret to keep.
The first three books in hardcover, Hodderscape's beautiful covers, illustrated endpapers, gorgeous cases, glorious sprayed edges. Available from Fairyloot.
Huzzah!
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FairyLoot
OMFG THESE ARE GORGEOUS
So so so...
Don't tell @meganwhalenturner but I maybe bought more editions and I am so ridiculously in love with them. These were a "congratulations on surviving the holidays" present for myself and can I just say, I have excellent taste in hyper specific gifts for certain individuals.
Seriously though, these hardcover beauties and so stunning in person, I'm so happy and proud to be able to add these to my collection!!
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Thank you for reblogging the post, I didnโt have time to go look for it. Happy Solstice!
War, then.
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The relationship between these two gets me where it hurts, every timeโฆSo when the concept โwrathful Eddisian pietร with floral symbolismโ struck me like lightning, I couldnโt not paint it. Why suffer alone, right?
I had to do a bit of research to find flowers that are native to a Mediterranean-type climate and that also have appropriate meanings. For the embroidery on Eddisโ mantle, I chose valerian for readiness and purple columbine for resolution; growing around them are hyacinth for sorrow, hyssop for sacrifice, and tansy, for the declaration of war.
THIS
THIS is the post that made me come back to Tumblr
Iโd been thinking I wanted to start easing back into fandom before Return of the Thiefย was released. I was ghosting around on mobile when I saw this. I was sitting in a car with co-workers and I just started crying. Growing up in a pretty traditional Roman Catholic household,ย Pietร is a piece of imagery I am intimately familiar with, itโs been ingrained in my mind for as long as I can remember. So basically this was a double sucker punch to the gut.
Itโs still making me cry now just trying to write this comment. There are no adequate words in any language to encapsulate the emotions this gives me.ย
Thank you @plantagenista for helping me come home
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@arrowhawkart this is the masterpiece I was telling you about. Literally had to take a minute to cry before sharing because goddamn it but this piece still gets me EVEY DAMN TIME
@meganwhalenturner it's always so good to see you! Thank you for the mole gods and all your book recommendations!