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(Through erratic breathing) Arjunya Pawdava

[0cto1]

I thought Godjuna was a space cat when I got him and ascended but my bf told me they are just “god ears” owo);; Apparently they are Pashupati ‘s horns just like his tails might represent Ananta Shesha or Adishesha. Pako just wanted to draw a space cat I guess uwu;; My godjunya ^^

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[pokikirapoki]

HI i read the tags u left on my angellyuna post and you mentioned they supported something if you don't mind could i hear abt it so i can update the post?

Of course! It's actually the same situation as Kar/Juna- V/Vergil and Dante are brothers from DMC and they ship them. It's under the "dante x vergil" and "dv" tags 🤢

[buwakuda]

my step brother, my younger self, and me a hot new show for all the cool babies

whats up you cool babies

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[maypbe]

Ambos son dibujos hechos en enero de éste año, Arjuna porque lo obtuve en el GSRR de año nuevo, y mi pequeña serpiente porque la amo y si lloré con su muerte ;-; tanto en el juego como en el anime, ok siguiente, no frecuento mucho a dibujar hombres porque aún batallo con dibujarlos, so... dibujaré más :D

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[novelelitist]

Chaldea Halloween ‘19: A Distant Dream

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No, I didn’t forget about these, I’m just a miserable piece of shit having a hard time right now. You’ll get the other three soon-ish. For now you get a big ol’ allegory piece. Happy Halloween from Arjuna (Alter)! 

A Distant Dream

Is there anything more terrifying than the demons that lurk within oneself?

Or perhaps it is the gods that guide us that are more dangerous.

To have filled myself with all the goodness and evil of the world, to have chosen shouldering this burden on my own--I must look a fool. But I assure you, Master, of this: all I have done until now has been necessary.

Look out. Over the horizon. Further, still. What do you see?

...Nothing?

Of course you cannot see that far. 

Where the stars sleep. That is where I lie. 

...No, not “literally.”

I recall having dreams at some point.

I slept atop a mountain’s summit, above the clouds. As I stared into the sky, shooting stars rained from the heavens. 

I thought to make a wish. 

As the stars drew near, they changed course of direction across the sky and pointed toward me. They shook the mountain like a storm, colliding with the earth, shattering rocks, destroying all they touched. Cracks tore open the side of the mountain and the sky, and ripped both in two. The planet shuddered. The gravel under my back rolled aside, tumbling over the peak, down to the broken ridges of the mountain range.

The chasm in my chest opened up. Light from the stars poured into me, pushing the hole wider, wider, wider still, until I could no longer fit my lungs in my ribs. All of me was consumed by light. And like the mountain, I broke in two.

My bones crackled like kindling. I could see in opposite directions, with eyes unable to focus on any one sight. The starlight was spreading. Growing. Blinding. There was nothing to see. Nothing to feel. The split down my body carved me into two imperfect halves. A fate worse than death, to be imperfect.

A breeze caused my insides to whistle like the hollow cap of an acorn. 

Both halves of me outstretched their fingers to touch the ground. The earth felt so cold. Lifeless. As though it cried itself to death. I thought I would do the same.

The lights inside of me shrieked and howled, louder than the wind, louder than the explosions of each star, louder than the flickering sounds of the fires they brought. They spoke over each other, making unreasonable demands, fighting for fighting’s sake. 

The planet ached. I ached with it. Unable to ease its pain, I sank into the mountain. The stars still screamed, and no amount of quelling I did would silence them. 

They could not be appeased, even as I followed each of their orders--even as their orders removed my skin layer by layer. They were not satisfied until I was a husk of the man I thought I knew. 

Perhaps I never was that man. I may not know him if I saw him now.

...No, Master. Now that you mention it, I do not remember waking up.