My Wife, Enas, Lives In Constant Anxiety Due To Her Advanced Pregnancy And The Destruction Of Hospitals

first drawing of 2023 :]

Here's some notes on some of the upper body muscles so you, artist, don't need to look them up

They are not medically accurate, just enough for artists to know the necessary muscles and how they work together

I 100% recommend doing the last exercise I did to be able to actually place the muscles

gonna keep it real with you all i mainly got into cotl so i could have better context to read the TROD fic .......

The Rehabilitation Of Death AU belongs to @bamsara the comic scene is from chapter 16 lol

You knew it was stupid, knew it would likely get you killed. The gods did not like being bothered about such trivial matters. But you were just… so. fucking. tired. Tired of being alone, tired of being betrayed and used, of being constantly taken for granted. You just wanted someone to look forward to seeing you, to look forward to spending time with you, just because you are you. You wanted to be enough.

With trembling fingers, you lit the small fire, watching your offering be eaten by the flames. You had said your piece, and you knew that they would either ignore you, or you would incur their wrath for asking for help in such a thing. You loved your patron deity dearly, but you weren’t stupid. You knew what you were risking. Even if they didn’t kill you for this, you would forever be out of favour with them.

Suddenly, you felt a change in the air, and you looked up, startled. Your breath left your lungs all in a silent whoosh as you stared up at your patron deity, awed by their presence here, and confused as to why they had come personally. They could just as easily kill you from afar. Perhaps you had just angered them that badly.

Strangely, you saw no anger in their gaze as they looked upon you, only flickers of something that you didn’t understand. After awhile, they spoke up, voice carrying across the short distance. 

“What is it you ask of me?” They asked lowly, though you knew they were already aware. Even with them speaking so quietly, there was power to their voice that no mortal could hope to match.

As if their question was tugging at the floodgates, you felt thickness settle at the back of your throat, tears stinging at your eyes.

“I..I just… I can’t do it anymore… I just need someone…someone to care about me. I just want someone to be happy that I exist. Anyone…” Your voice clogged in your throat and you choked out a sob, shoulders shaking with the weight of the world as you struggled to keep talking. 

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” You whispered brokenly, desperately trying to contain yourself. 

Ashamed of your behaviour, you couldn’t find the strength to raise your eyes and meet theirs, blurry gaze focused on the floor before you. You must have made such a pathetic sight to them. That was why it shocked you so much when their arms wrapped around you, your breath hitching in your throat.

Your deity knelt on the dirty ground before you, and gently drew you into their chest, rubbing their hand gently up and down your back as the other rested on your head, petting gently. The kindness tipped you over the edge, and you sobbed out shaky apologies as you crumpled in their hold. Gently they shushed you, as hands that had the power to destroy entire civilisations, tenderly rubbed circles over your spine.

“Shhh now… You’re not alone anymore.” They murmured comfortingly, cradling you ever so gently to their powerful frame, allowing you to let out years of pent up agony in the form of your broken cries.

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Suit of Swords (From Ace to VIII)

me writing: i am a god and reality bends to my whims

me proofreading: im too stupid to be alive