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“ an ant has no quarrel with a boot. “
words said with such nonchalance as if it were the one and only truth - he had not come here to harm the human, but surely won´t hold himself back if the need would be present. the GOD stretches languidly before finally setting his gaze on the MORTAL, daring him to step forward and raise that sword. “ so what´s it going to be ? “
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it´s icons like these that speak to me on a personal level
“ That uplifting feeling comes from seeing unknown land and the knowledge that you come across… Nothing can replace it. It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and most important friendships, from the sharing of life-or-death situations, are born… But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story. A great adventure! Because an adventure… is a man’s romance ! ”
his step is light, as are his intentions as he approaches the stranger - golden staff in a loose grip at his side, his head cocked slightly to the side in an act of curiosity. he had taken no notice of the stranger up until he was in immediate vicinity. he´d almost dare say that the mortal managed to sneak up on him, his steps making no sound just as his breathing didn´t. how interesting.
“ most impressive. i´ve never met quite a man with skills like yours before. “
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OH ICARUS, YE WHO FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN AND LOST HIS WINGS
“you´re special. destined to be something great. destined to be better.” mother says, her chest swelling with pride at the sight or her son - her beautiful, clever son, with wings so big and wide that they look like they could carry his whole weight on their own if he wanted them to. he was special. destined to be greater and better than all of them.
“you´re the chosen one. the one to join the gods up in the sky.” father says, hand clasping the young ones shoulder - squeezing. there was no doubt, nothing to cloud his belief. their son would make their family big, wealthy, royal. their little son, with his big wings - oh they could not stop bragging.
you´re better than the others, they tell him. “i´m better” he repeats.
prideful, he struts through the streets, large wings bristling behind him - striking envy on everyone who laid eyes upon them. he was better, greater even at the tender teenage time he was in. already, he was the cleverest of them all, his mind shining just as brightly as his wings seemed to - just like his arrogance did. just like his parents arrogance did.
bragging, they paraded through the streets of birka - look at our son, our son who will join the gods, our son who made us rich and wealthy - the chosen one. praise him us.
the angels are left tight lipped, their hands clenched to tight fists as they watch - the hot fire of JEALOUSY burning inside their chest. how dare they treat us like this ? how dare they think of themselves as better ? how dare ? how dare how darehowdarehowdare. it tears at their souls, turning their sweet smiles to sour, sour grimaces as they watch the chosen one and his family from the shadows - until one day, they can´t take it anymore. until one day, they´re sick of the humiliation they have to go through day over day. sick of being talked down to. that boy, prided himself on his oh so big wings ? “what are you going to do without them ?”
the boy pleads, screams and cries; he´s held down like an animal, restrained - unable to move as he begs for them to stop,
and screams some more when he feels the skin and muscle tear apart.
when he wakes up again, he´s missing a part of himself. the healers look at him with seemingly sympathetic glances - but he can see the spite in their eyes. the sneer. he can hear feel their dark thoughts.
how, oh chosen one, are you going to fly without your wings ? boy, who let his arrogance get the better of himself. boy, who flew too close to the sun.
he was supposed to be great, the one who would join the gods - how did this happen ? he looks to mother, eyes wide and glassy - looking for comfort, which he so desperately needs -
but finds nothing but disappointment. “you were supposed to make us great.” she says, a sneer pulling her lips downwards - so different from the usual proud smile she wears.
father stands beside her, tight lipped and eyes narrowed at the empty space behind the boys back - where brilliant white used to be. “you failed us.” he says. “you ruined us.” they both say and turn around, leaving him alone. their poster boy, their brilliant and clever son - their supposed ticket to royalty and comfortable life.
the boy is alone, with no family, no friends, no wings - the angels took everything from him.
he runs, his back burning, his head light - his sight blurry from tears and exhaustion. it´s not fair. not fair, not fair. he was supposed to be great, big - stunning. not this, whatever it is he is now. gods weren´t supposed to bleed, to lose their wings. it´s their fault, everything - he was supposed to be the chosen one ! the one to join the gods up in the sky !! how did he end up like this, powerless -- pathetic, a cast out. worth nothing more than the soiled earth underneath his feet ?
the boy breaks down and screams, desperation clawing at his throat. what is he - what is he supposed to do ?
it is then when he runs across the fruit, weirdly shaped and colored - nothing like he´s ever seen before. he feels his entire being longing after it, craving to taste it on his tongue even though he hasn´t experienced anything like hunger for days. his mind and gut scream at him to eat it, so he does.
he gulfs down the whole thing, nearly convulsing at the disgusting taste it offers, but he stays strong - and almost immediately, he feels the change inside his body. a shiver runs down the boys back as he looks at his hands - as he feels the raw energy crackling beneath his skin. the power, running though his veins. his power.
it´s in that moment when he understands, eyes widening just before he starts to laugh, loud and clear - echoing through the jungle - and he doesn´t stop, just keeps on laughing as the air starts to grow hot around him and the lightning dances across his skin.
the wings were nothing but a prison, nothing but a stepping stone on his way to greatness. he´s just begun, just begun his ascend to the heavens where he´ll take his rightful place as god. he will be great - the greatest of them all, for he is god. he´ll prove it to the heathens of birka, prove it to mother and father by granting them salvation first.
the lightning sings as it strikes, silencing thousands of voices with one swing - and he, he stands on the edge with his arms wide open as he watches, watches his first act as god - watches the heathens incinerate - watches the whole island disappear along with everyone on it who didn´t want to believe.
for he is god, he is enel.
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i don´t really know why i have this icon but i definitely do appreciate it - IN OTHER WORDS i managed to redo my theme and update my rules and am now on to redoing my icons wIPES SWEAT OFF HER FOREHEAD. i´ll prolly do an starter call soon or smth to get this blog rolling again so keep ur eyes open for that if u r interested !!
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I’m not sure if anyone would be interested in this but seeing as I’ve hit almost 350 followers and I’ve never done one of these things before, I figured why not?
As long as you follow me, whether you’re an oc or canon character is completely acceptable. All icons will be drawn by me. An example of my art is the icon used above. You can also refer to my art blog (@stelloink). Reblog to enter. And within a week or so, 3 or more blogs will be chosen using a random number generator.
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“ you´re not gonna find what you seek over there, blue see dweller. “ the GOD helpfully points out, a relaxed smile stretching his lips as he looks down at the other from his spot on the tree. he´s taken a mild personal interest in keeping at least half an ear open concerning the intruders. not that they´d be able to change anything or hinder his plans - they´d fall back to the blue see along with everyone else of the lost lambs on this island, that was for sure. there was however some time left to kill - so why not meddle a bit ?
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I just got to Enel in One Piece and the fact that literally the first thing you see him do is backflip into a lounge chair speaks to me on a spiritual level.
one piece aesthetics; enel.
