#God!Au

[wisdomsnature]

If you're not the student, but the judge. Do you just sit there all quiet?

In the mortal realm and stuff, the jury decides what's worthy or not so I don't think the statement you made had depth... :(

Also, you can't really be pure without struggle, no? If you aren't determined, you're contaminated with a lack of willpower and are lazy, which contradicts your previous statements...

Determination can only carry someone so far—purity demands no such struggle.

Maybe you're weaker then you let on, hm?

- @puresoulsyre

Purity may have no struggle, but struggle is what makes life life. If there were no hardships, wouldn't life be quite dull?

Having determination while undergoing hardships makes you stronger. I believe having no struggle makes you weak, but what do I know? I'm no god of wisdom

[r0tting-rat]

Happy Valentine's Day!

Sooo, is anyone in the mood for a greek feast?

Credits to @hexcii, who helped me greatly with the character designs and keeps supporting me in every little thing I do <3

I can finally present you a new AU that will be released in the following days in occasion of this holiday—Kallisté.

It's a God of War!Eclipse x God of Love!Reader fanfiction obviously inspired by Ares and Aphrodite. (character playlists linked)

(again, all credits go to @/hexcii <3)

God!Reader is gender neutral, pretty tall compared to normal humans (they're a god, duh), and has a generally outgoing and cheerful personality (but there's a lot more than just that to their character). Eclipse is harsh, rough, angry and mean with the other gods, but the very moment he's faced with someone so different from him, so... pure, he falls so hard and fast he doesn't even know what hit him.

The classic gods will make an appearence too! With their original names tho bc renaming them all would be HELL.

I will take inspiration from many different myths and authors; some greek, some roman, like Ovid, Virgil and Catullus. Other inspirations may come from more recent poets like Ariosto.

My inbox is open for any questions you might have, and I truly can't wait to show you all what I have in store <3 This new AU will be Mature at best (due to some... suggestive scenes and a few sex jokes) and very centered around fluff and comfort, I'll go more into details in the tags when I finally post it.

EDIT: First chapter is finally out!

Again, happy valentine's day!

And btw, Hexcii, you're a fucking treasure <3

[pensoluv]

💡 recent idea, no TWs

AUs: Isekai God!Reader in SAGAU and SAHSRAU

Pronouns: only ‘you’

Tldr; You seem to have different forms in SAGAU (genshin) and SAHSRAU (honkai star rail). Here’s why.

Yes, they are somewhat of sister universes, but the crowd’s perception of you is also distinct from each other.

Possible Explanation 1: as a way for the World to involve you and for people to have a familiar image to ‘invoke’.

Possible Explanation 2: the Magic is different, Genshin’s Elemental while HSR’s more similar to Physics (See: Quantum).

Possible Explanation 3: the way you get to these two AUs started same but something about the warp (travelling) there adapted differently.

Possible Explanation 4: irl 3D to irl 2D goes crazy

Possible Explanation 5: technical abilities vary, better tech = better early access view of you (includes translating your words in communication)

A few special folks could bypass some limits of perceiving you clearly. They could be:

Genshin’s Descenders. Not impossible for aliens from mutual worlds to see each other better. The more places a descender had been, the bigger chance they can be better at seeing you.

HSR’s Aha. He’s seen that the world is a sandbox game and ascended to Aeonhood, he can maybe see a clearer, more you-resembling form. You decide how clear his view of you can get, with your power privileges.

[smallkebab]

Finally finished this piece 🪽

[pardon-me-what-the-fuck]

Yk regarding my previous post..

@unspecified-expectations

A funny way the would get caught as gods were when the peak lords are dealing with this religious cult

So basically a peaklord got caught and they tryna sacrifice them, and sqh being the closest god in the vicinity keeps getting the request, so he steps behind wqw to test it, and he no longer gets the request, wqw gets it instead, the pair tries to not lose their shit

[blossom-hwa]

last night | y.jh, j.ww

pairing: Jeonghan x gender neutral!reader x Wonwoo genre: angst, god!au (?) warnings: implied sex (nothing graphic, but it's kind of obvious what happened) word count: 1.8k notes: — inspired by the title track for jeonghan/wonwoo's new album, 'last night' :) — rn this is mostly just vibes with a semblance of plot, but I hope to develop it at some point into something bigger! please let me know what you think, I'd love to hear your theories about this and the mv <3 Two gods walk in your dreams, and invite you to dance.

Seventeen Masterlist

I appeared in your dream last night I sang in your dream last night Sweetly, at times passionately I carefully knock on your door

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That night, the moment your head touches your pillow, you dream.

The room is dark, filled with the humid musk of sweat. People chatter unintelligibly over music filtering from the stage, a guitar melody over a Latin beat that sounds hauntingly familiar. Everyone seems to be dancing, but no one turns as you push through the crowd, looking for someone you don't yet know.

A hand tugs your wrist and you turn around, coming face to face with the man you fell asleep next to. Jeonghan's eyes glint with mischief as he pulls you to him, spinning you into the figures of a dance. There's no space in this dark room but he leads you with impossible ease, weaving in and out of the other couples on the floor, his chest almost pressed to yours as you spins you under his arm, round and round as your loose pants spiral out around you—

A different hand catches your waist. Dips you gently, then pulls you into frame before you even have time to catch your breath. And you don't catch it. Because it isn't Jeonghan who holds your hand now, leading you to the melody of this haunting guitar, but Wonwoo, who holds you with a softer grip, his palms rough against your skin but nothing short of gentle as he draws you close, close like he's afraid the crowd will swallow you away.

It doesn't. But he sends you out in a spin, your arms raised above your head, and when you stop whirling around it's Jeonghan who has caught you again, Wonwoo's face morphing into his.

Dark hair shortens and lengthens, turns darker and lighter under the room's neon glow. Rough skin grows smooth, sliding like silk against your waist and neck, and breath pants hot against your face and skin as you dance with two men and two gods, full lips and dark eyes almost meeting yours when—

"Got you now."

Jeonghan smirks, his thin lips curved teasingly as he pulls you flush against him. One arm snakes around your waist and with the other, he grabs your hand. "That was fun, wasn't it?" he murmurs. He spins you under an arm before you can answer, catching you in a dip that shouldn't be possible in this dark room of sweat and dance, but the crowd seems to have parted just for you in the center of the floor.

"Tell me," he whispers silky smooth into your ear. "Tell me you like me more than that upright, uptight, annoying truth-teller of a god."

You match his smirk. "I could tell you that," you reply softly. "Do you really want me to?"

"Depends." His smile widens. "Would it be a truth, or a lie?"

Laughing the way you know he likes, you wrap your arms around his neck. "Now where would be the fun in telling you that?" you croon.

He laughs, then—not his usual mischievous giggle, but a full-bodied laugh that sounds at once so much more innocent and so much more dangerous. "No wonder I like you so much," he says, and for a moment, you think he'll pull you up. Instead, though, he dips you lower, letting his hair dangle over your face. For a moment, you stay there, staring at each other, as the guitar sings soulfully from the stage.

His free hand rises, brushing softly against your face. "Why don't you stay with me?" he whispers, and you're not sure if it's his voice or his fingers that caress your cheek, wind soft, butterfly light, silk smooth. "All day, all night—I'll love you, you know. You'll never want for anything in your life." He leans in, those eyes cast down to your lips.

Your arms tighten around his neck.

The ghost of a smile curves his mouth. You shiver in his hold, precarious, stable, safe and dangerous and threatening—he will never let you go, it's true, but if he does, he'll push you into a void with a laugh and you will

never

stop

falling.

Fae eyes, so disarmingly gentle like the silk sheets that swallowed you as he took you last night, dark hair falling over his face when he finally collapsed next to you on the bed, panting into your skin as you whispered his name into the bare curve of his throat. He'd held you, then. Held you like you were everything he ever wanted. Everything he ever needed.

The girl's words from earlier suddenly flicker through your mind. Who wouldn't want to go with him?

But even in that hold, you still knew that you could fall.

His voice shivers across your skin, lips just brushing against yours. "I'll make all of your dreams come true," he whispers.

For a moment, you almost believe that he's telling the truth.

You allow yourself to smile, one hand dragging along his smooth neck, tugging through his hair before coming to rest on his cheek. "Jeonghan," you murmur, and his eyes flutter—like that one word weakens him, his name from your lips.

The room, dark with sweat, dark with lust, dark with memories forgotten in the fog of dance and drink, blurs in your vision. You press your forehead against his and gaze into those fae eyes always looking, always searching for something and someone you will never know, and he will never find.

You whisper, "You yourself don't even know what you want to find."

He is beautiful, even in his sorrow, in his anger, in his fury—fire burning in his eyes and in the pale skin smooth against your gentle palm. "And do you?" he asks, each quiet word a gunshot against your ear.

You don't have an answer.

His smile widens. And it continues to widen as it meets yours in a soft kiss, lips pressing against yours with a deliberate gentleness. Light as the wind. Warm as a fire. A man’s promise, and a god’s threat.

His lips taste salty. Like the oceans he crossed to find you, only to learn that your face was one he could no longer recognize.

"Damn." He frowns suddenly, pulling away. You blink in confusion as mock disappointment writes itself lightly across his face. "It looks like I've been found. Such a shame." In a moment he's pulled you up out of the dip, spun you around to wrap his arms around your waist from behind. "I'll be waiting for you, my little bird," he murmurs against your ear. He smells of the sea, the sun shimmering on its placid surface. "Treat that as a promise."

"A promise, or a threat?"

You hear his smile even if you don't see it. "Whichever one you'd like."

Something rips him away, then. A gust of wind slashes your face and suddenly you're on a rooftop, facing a very different man. Jeonghan is nowhere to be found.

Wonwoo gazes at you, his expression impassive as always. Hair frames his eyes, dark as night, and in the pale glow of the moon, he looks exhausted.

"Wonwoo." His name slips off your tongue. It feels so right, coming from your voice. The problem is, Jeonghan's also feels right, but in such a different way.

He looks at you, and you see it in his eyes. He knows. Knows what you did last night, knows whose arms you fell asleep in, knows who kissed you just now, even in a dream—

Knows who you let through your walls, even for a moment, in a way you have never allowed him in.

You tilt your head, looking into Wonwoo's dark eyes. Despite the shadows that follow him, he seems softer than Jeonghan, an impression only furthered by the fullness of his lips.

You've kissed Jeonghan. You wonder what it would be like to kiss Wonwoo instead.

"Y/N." Wonwoo's voice rasps your name, low and gravelly and achingly gentle. His arms slip out of his long, dark coat, and as the wind whips your skin he steps forward, draping it around your shivering shoulders.

You remember him earlier in the club, spinning you across the floor. You remember your hand in his, effortlessly leading you around other dancers to the beat. You remember the roughness of his palm compared to the softness of Jeonghan's, and you remember how he looked at you, a strange longing etched into every line of his face before Jeonghan took his place again and kept him away.

Wonwoo doesn't shiver despite the lack of a coat. But when he collapses into your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist like the lifeline of a drowning man, he feels so cold, like not even the sun could ever hope to warm him.

You hold him close, because you are not the sun, and you won't give up even when hope disappears.

Jeonghan lies. It is in his blood. He does it well, and you indulge him, because he is charming, he is handsome, and he is an old god who believes you are his.

You have never been Wonwoo's, however, by his word or yours. What some don’t understand is that you are no one’s to give or take. Nor is he.

"Y/N," he whispers again, like a prayer on his tongue. Like your name is his truth.

"Wonwoo," you murmur in reply, because to you, a mortal, his name is your truth.

He pulls away quietly but takes your hand. You look at your clasped palms, then back up at him. "It's time, isn't it?" you ask, a tear prickling your eye, lips almost curved in a smile.

That hand in yours lets go, and rises to your cheek. Wonwoo's fingers are cold but they begin to warm against your skin. "I'm sorry," he says, and there are tears in the rasp of his voice. He doesn't smell like salt, though. He smells like rain in a storm, grey clouds pouring clean and cold on the ground.

(A storm is what it is, but the sea always hides threats under its skin.)

"It's okay," you whisper as he leans in. "It's always okay."

His lips meet your forehead, as though in benediction. You close your eyes. The night sky disappears and so does he.

You wake up tangled in silk sheets, alone, your clothes tossed on the floor.

The press of Wonwoo's lips on your forehead still lingers softly on your skin.

Reblogs and comments are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed this, and have a lovely day :)

[blackivyart]

@qinnyanimation just dropped an Odydio god AU where Ody died and became a god, it's really angsty and great.

It's also given me an idea for another Odydio god AU where Dio becomes a god and also yandere as shit for Odysseus...

Basically, Dio would die sometime while Odysseus is still Odysseying, and get turned into a god like in some of his myths. Except the process drives him insane and melds with his views and memories of Odysseus in the most toxic way possible.

So, he shows up and though at first Odysseus would think he was there to save him and his crew from their situation, he would quickly figure out there is something wrong. Abduction ensues and he would still have a long trip home if he makes it home at all.

Pretty much calypso if calypso was instead Diomedes and simultaneously despised and adored him.

Idk I'm half asleep and inspired

Will sketch if I get the time in the midst of my other things

[auvra]

I don't think I can color this cause I feel it deep in my bone marrows that it's gonna be ruined once I do.....so I present this.

I love it as is.

[aizhits]

Missed this one uhhhh oops?

And god au sketches that aren't part of the comic thing i drafted earlier

[mockerycrow]

epic the musical has me thinking about a god!au but you're a mortal, and they're putting you through trials or something. ughhhh this musical is plaguing my brain. just imagining ghost as Poseidon... "ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves". that's him dude.

[starlight-shaped-hope]

Hiya!! For the WIP Game, may I ask more about your God!Merlin AU 👀👀

(Your description was So intriguing, I'd love to know more!!)

Hii!✨

Of course, I’d love to share!!

It all came together because I saw someone talking about dead/dying gods decaying life and lands for miles around their domain. And I thought… well;

Merlin is magic itself. Merlin dreams of a fair and just kingdom. One where magic returns to the land. Well… then when the golden age comes he must return to the land.

I wanted it to be more… peaceful though, so when I first got the idea, this was my prompt:

As the land grew weaker and weaker, after the purge, merlin grew stronger and stronger. But now the lands are recovering, and as Albion grows stronger and stronger, merlin weakens more and more [i’m a cruel cruel person]

I want this ending to have the exact same feeling as how the last scene in the show feels; sad, lonely, longing. But! I also want it to be bittersweet, hopeful. The reverse of what could have been, but he still doesn’t get to have it (at least not together with the people he cares for.)

I wrote some snippets from a different perspective to give me an outline of where I wanted the story to start and end; and although I’m not quite sure if I want to write more in this narrative voice, it was a fun way to outline it. (I’ve pictured most of the story in a completely different narrative style.)

(At this point I’m basically just writing the same story in two different narratives, whooops)

Magic was finally free; more than that even. It was finally being accepted. As they rode out and interacted with the villages, it was like magic poured out over the lands. Everywhere they went, magic infused the land; the grass became greener, the harvests grew stronger, the forests more bright. Almost as if the whole kingdom sighed in relief, finally getting respite.

When they resumed life in the castle, everyone could feel the difference; the magic had settled in the air, had made it easier to breathe.

So, of course, it was assumed it was just because Merlin was more sensitive to it. After all, Merlin was attuned to the world in a way no-one else was, it made sense he’d struggle with all the magic now surrounding him after living in such a depleted place as camelot.

———

When asked where his final resting place should be, it was a surprise he didn’t care more. All he’d said was just “Somewhere nice. Maybe outside? Somewhere I can still keep watch over you. ”

So they did. They gave him a home wherever they were. They built him a home on a part of the battlements so he could watch as the forrest came to life in spring. They laid him to rest in a warm bed surrounded by the mountains with a view of the lake for the winter. They gave him a seat in the throne room so he could watch his king as he lead the kingdom. So they did. All over Camelot, and all over Albion, they made little homes for him. Shrines, they would later be called, long after anyone could remember his name.

Thank you so much for asking!!🫶🏻✨

[drops-of-the-sun]

And I'm back!

Not yet with another chapter (sorry guys) but with some new story related people! So, meet another patron god and his gladiator champion! I absolutely wanna spoil for you guys who they are but we do have to wait until we get to them in the fic.

The only hint you guys get is the fact that they appeared in the Mafia AU one-shot I made for @angyy-eugh :3

@monsterlimbs @weirdenbyferret

[r0tting-rat]

Boop! Hello, hello! I just finished reading the second chapter of Kallisté and it was so wholesome! I am now lowkey wondering how would Eclipse react if Reader gave him little plushie versions of his horsies as a gift?

Hi!! Omg I was JUST reading your comment, you're so kind!! <3 I was literally in awe, because u caught every detail so so perfectly!

Gifting Eclipse plushies of his horses, you say? Oooh, that's a quick way to make him fall for you even more! I will just reveal this small detail and nothing else, cuz it would be too spoilery, but Eclipse didn't have many toys growing up (no, he was not born as an adult) so, if you were to give him something so cute and soft? Out of the kindness of your heart?? He would seriously stand there and look at you, holding his beloved horses, unable to say a thing.

He would try and tell you he cannot accept such a gift—you made them, and with his claws and rough hands he will only ruin them! Where would he even keep them so they wouldn't get dirty with blood and mud? He spends most of his time on the battlefield, after all.

In the end, he would kiss your forehead and ask you to keep them with you, so you wouldn't forget about him (as if something like that could ever happen), and also, cuz this way they won't get ruined. He bet you will take great care of his pets, won't you, Love?

[thefortressgods]

Information on Scout, the god of trickery and confidence

Scout, also known as Jeremy or the full name Jeremy Wills, represents trickery and chaos. He shows himself in disorder and mischief.

He’s also the god of confidence and self love.

He encourages his followers to do what makes them happy and confident with themselves. As well as facing their fears and including a little chaos into their lives whenever possible.

He’s depicted as a skinnier man, seemingly in his 20’s, with short brown hair a jester like mask. He usually has some sort of black chain jewelry and red leather gloves.

Many depictions of him have him holding a baseball bat, ball, hat, or other baseball equipment. Other depictions have him with lots of playing card and gambling imagery.

Suggested offerings include: Sports equipment, especially baseball, baseball imagery, playing cards, playing car symbols, coins, imagery of foxes, black onyx, obsidian, black tourmaline.

This post will be continuously updated

[puresoulsyre]

Doing great as always, Syr.

Keep up the good work and do not let these mortals cross our gates.

- @wisdomsnature

There's no need for doubt, Raim. I know what I'm doing, I've been doing so for centuries.

The gates are bound.

[wisdomsnature]

Chicken nuggets 😞

Isn't that a source of nutrition for you vile creatures?

Also, how did you cross the gates?

I've just had a conversation with Syrneiliel about this, he is being incompetent yet again. You are the second mortal who's crossed the barrier, which is something I fail to understand.