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Transmascs with boobs who are indifferent or happy about it. You agree, reblog

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capo you fucked up big time

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These wise words you once said

It only takes a moment

To fall in love again

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T-shirt that says “I understand the themes and characterization of media I like, sometimes I just make jokes”

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Do you think there would ever be a chance of Thespius closing the rift? Your art is gorgeous btw! I love it!

THANK YOU!!!!

oh my god dude. the way ive been brewing this question in my head since i made that painting

tl;dr YES.................... AND NO

AU UNLEASHED NOW!!!!!!!! GO MY SCARAB

OK. SO.

all of my ideas about this stewed up before the GGG devs (yugo specifically) confirmed that the gods age xyz years that they've been in the rift if they leave, so I know canonically they would all crumble to dust and/or be old as balls. BUT. WHAT IF THEY DIDNT AND THEY JUST POPPED OUT AS THE SAME AGE THEY WENT IN

[title drop] great god grove 2: RETURN TO THA RIFT

[aka Keeping It Together AU :3c]

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strong rift winds + isle surrounded by ocean = all of the gods miraculously survive being blown out of the heavens by way of falling into the ocean! so it's up to godpoke and king to find them all and get them back to the rift before thespius..................... well you know ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

the human-gods aren't doing too well... so many centuries of living as extradimensional cosmic dust only to turn back into a lil meat bag will do that to ya. they're scattered around the grove in various states of Bad, most of them sopping wet + looking/feeling like they've been hit by a truck and are too incapacitated to do anything right now. they feel helpless. the protagonists and people of the grove need to help their human-gods get better and FAST, because they all need to get back to the rift together if there's any hope of closing it.

thespius has no idea if the other gods survived the Fall or not. he's just doing the only thing he can to keep The Whole World alive, with just the glimpse of hope that he might be reunited with his love and his family one day. he can't give up. not now. not after everything.

inspekta is fully capable of ending thespius himself, but he's too afraid to touch another god. spending his entire godhood having capo and the bizzyboys do his dirty work for him has made him incredibly bad at direct confrontation. especially with someone he genuinely used to care about, someone who accepted him with open arms.

and so, he has capo and the bizzyboys do his dirty work. out of fear of retribution, they lock down the grove and trash the other gods' symbolism and any likenesses.

but their hearts aren't in it.

through hijinks and rediscovering their humanity alongside their own reasons for entering godhood, the human-gods, helped by the protagonists, regain their strength and form a coalition with the people of the grove-- and the bizzyboys! cue the march to the spire!

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but strawberrij, you ask, why did none of the other humans offer to jump into the rift, ascend to godhood, and close that mofo themselves way earlier?

well, the people of the grove understand the unbelievably heavy burden of godhood. they have loved ones that they want to live their lives with, spend their final moments with, and that alone is too much for anyone to lose. And, they recognize the gods as a family; as much as they want to stay with their own families, they want to reunite the gods'!

they love their gods. truly. they can't think of anyone else more qualified for the position. (except inspekta cough cough)

it takes gods with experience to knock inspekta down. only they can understand his fear and reach into his heart.

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at the spire, things aren't looking too hot. the roaring winds and sheer cosmo-electrical energy of the rift have done their damage on thespius; poor guy's barely holding on (literally and metaphorically), and each passing day around inspekta, hearing how the other gods are DEAD GONE EXPIRED wear him down more and more. his love, his core, is the only thing keeping him together.

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something's wrong. inspekta's distracted by something in the distance, thespius notices in his state of near-unconsciousness.

people climbing the spire.

a crowd?

a grove.

something familiar at the front. someone. someones. his family.

before he can react, inspekta dives down at them, ready to rain fists.

godpoke, capo, and the bizzyboys intercept, blocking and distracting inspekta while the people of the grove rush to get the human-gods to the rift.

some of thespius' strength returns, seeing the people and feeling their love radiating out. he makes out one figure at the front of the crowd-- CLICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

his grip on the rift tightens!!!!

with the help of the grove, against the thrashing winds, the human-gods are lifted into the rift.

THE GODS ARE BACK IN!!!!!!!

with king's help, click clack grabs onto the rift, one arm wrapped tightly against the small unconscious thespius.

together, the five gods (click clack, king, mitternacht, bauhauzzo, huzzle mug) hold onto the edges of the rift, trying to pull, but to no avail.

the gods call out to the skirmish between inspekta and the godpoke. finally, mitternacht's words reach him--

"Hector, is this how you want to be remembered?"

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the gods close the rift. king has joined them. hector is mortal again.

all is well...?

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holding onto the rift for so long was unimaginably brutal.

thespius falls into a deep slumber in his domain, sloooowly recovering all of the divine energy that the rift sapped out of him. click clack stays with him, quietly worrying at his side. his back is always turned to the entrance when godpoke visits. they do what they can to manage both sides of hobbyhoo alone, and will reappear in their tower if he senses a visitor in need enter his own domain, but makes an effort to rush them out so that he can return to thespius.

when he wakes, thespius is changed. he lost much of his hearing from the shrieking winds blowing past him, and had a hand shatter from the sheer energy of the rift. the damage is psychological-- he can't will these things to change back to how they were, no matter how hard he tries.

but he adapts. he is already skilled in sign language, and now uses a mix of sign and spoken word to communicate. he still loves writing scripts with click, and making music. he can feel the vibration in his ukulele.

he's... quieter, now, though. those who visit his domain with often find him lost in thought, more shrouded by his clouds (his head is always in the clouds..... chronic dissociator + daydreamer, now x100000. it kept him alive in the rift... what is it doing to him now?)

the other gods do what they can to give him company, but there is so much to rebuild. these things take time. healing takes time.

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P.S. massive massive MASSIVE shoutout to @jathis for their writing inspired by this painting!!! i'm so freacking bamboozled at the idea of being perceived and they are so so talented. pls check them out for more wonderfully angsty (and also super wholesome) thespius/ggg content!!!!!!!!!!!! a lot of their writing also inspired the fleshing out of this AU :-]

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And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died... Woof, so, been at work on this in between comm work and college for a solid while now- the decision to draw that many hands was certainly a choice on my part- but I read, reread, and rereread @modmad's brilliant fan comic The Ascension of Thespius Green and I absolutely couldn't get it out of my head, and I knew I couldn't rest until I did art about it, hence- this!

Seriously, if you're into Great God Grove, have a passing interest in the game, or just want to cry over the song Time in a Bottle, I cannot recommend this comic (and quite frankly all of the comics Mod has made) enough.

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old cookie run fanart

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Whatever, go my strange yaoi

Some of these bug angst bc the demons took over

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kitten I’ll be honest the finality of everything in this world haunts daddy like a second shadow

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good news! you're an animorph! bad news! you didn't know about the two-hour limit and got stuck in your first morph, which is whatever this wheel lands on

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uh oh! one of your organs has mysteriously vanished! Spin this wheel to find out which one!

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Round 1

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Round 1