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Actually folks ‘cause I was a young sapling that didn’t know how sideblogs worked all those years ago, I’m moving this blog to a sideblog. I’ll see about the url later, but for anyone who’s still here - see y’all there.
#MianiteSeasonNone
leans into mic
martha but with wings
I don’t think I have any Mianite followers on this acc but I’m doing a redraw of my first Trinity Island fanart from four years ago and,, wow
i heard that martha has an 8 pack. that martha is shredded
Bam waglington done, this took almost a day.
Just out of pure curiosty, can you reblog/like if you’re still in the mianite fandom?
I wanna see how many people are left, or if its just me now.
when a gamer dies they go to the big discord server in the sky
Messages for Mianite: an idea
Knocked out cold by his brother in a cage fight, Mianite lies in a coma, tubed up in a lab, while a corrupt steward turns his former empire into a rats’ nest. Ill-advised Dianitees run rampant on motorbikes, looting cities and making the lives of the innocent miserable. Ianitees get high night and day, sending “love and peace” to problems while wandering the wilderness in whimsical caravans. A dystopian planet teeters on the brink of collapse; the world of Triunia needs order. It’s an order only Mianite can bring, but there’s a problem. His was the reign that drove the world to such chaos.
Indeed, Mianite played a part in making Triunia the way it is. Dianite called for that cage fight because Mianite was doing the same as he had done in other worlds: claiming to be the One True God. Instead of cowering beneath the tyrant’s rule, Triunia rose up and smashed him, using Dianite as the battering ram. First, a media storm was stirred, forcing Mianite’s shadow into the limelight. His dismantlement was a spectacle – the largest prize fight in history – in which the winner claimed the crown of the land. Dianite, soon to cast that crown aside and dub himself the Crownless King of Triunia, did not expect to pummel his brother into a long sleep.
Partly due to the gods’ divine influence over the world and partly in thanks to the actions of those who picked up the pieces of Mianite’s shattered regime, Mianite’s absence threw everything out of control.
According to Mianite’s physician, Doctor Gaines, Mianite’s will to live is slipping, and bringing him back will be no mere matter of collecting a few enchanted relics. Mianite needs the assurances of gods, champions, friends, and enemies alike who have lost their way but still might play a role in the rebuilding of society. But how can deaf ears receive a message? Courtesy of Gaines, the thoughts of Mianite’s most important acquaintances can be gathered into a machine that plants new memories into the unconscious god’s mind: conversations, adventures, conflicts, and resolutions he never got to experience.
A cleric of Mianite named Alva receives the task from Gaines to travel the world as the sleeping god’s proxy, seeking “messages” for Mianite. It seems a didactic job at first, but as relationships develop with the likes of Dianite the Crownless King, Ianite the Nomadic Maiden, champions both past and present, allies of the gods, and the most powerful players in Triunia, Alva discovers a sinister underpinning to the world’s disarray. Someone designed the fall of Mianite; someone with a thirst for decay. The corrupt steward who spreads narcotics through Mianite’s former capital city does not work alone; nor is his goal merely to induce a “religious experience.” Join Triunia as a follower of Mianite, Ianite, Dianite, or no god at all. Brave the harsh realities of a land warped by anarchy, survival instinct, and pure denial. Help Alva heal a broken god and the world he wounded. Bring true balance to Triunia.
jhhsdjsdnhjsd when val started drawing miante stuff again, I started drawing mianite stuff again but mostly just for my old au dsnnhsdnsd
before i let this blog die (jkjk im just more active on insta) here’s h IM
i feel really weird drawing mianite fanart in 2018 but i guess it be like that sometimes
God is a simple word to grasp. That’s why, when encountering a being that seems above you in every way, you might be tempted to bow. But what if the thing you adore has no love for you? Maybe you dream up other versions—because you need a doting father. You crave it. But the real being will harvest you – You, loyal follower – and he won’t answer your prayers, and he won’t remember your name, and he won’t label your quintessence, “particularly fine.” No. You’ll be melted down among thousands like you. Your god is a demon—namely, the Demon of Ill Harvest. World Historian goes by many names. He might have ambitions in worlds beyond you. Someplace far away, he might be seen as benign. But not here. Misery may excite you for a little while, and the prospect of nothingness may seem divine, but Hell is where you’re going, and Hell isn’t what you think. Like a shock of wheat, you will be peeled. Your excitement will vanish along with your flesh. You won’t get nothingness. The raw kernel of your soul – capable of nothing but fruitless hope and eternal pain – will find a home in your freshly squeezed quintessence. You might think yourself godless – you might have followed this being just for the thrill – but at the moment you become an object, the light of God will leave your face for the first time. Don’t bow.
for a friend
*griffin mcelroy voice* i abandoned my boy
Did I ever mention that time me and my friends combined forces to form Will Smith?
this kinda shit is when u quit the match bc this team is way too well coordinated