#Gods story

[monkiebois]

For the artist ask, can I ask questions 13 and 22?

13. talk about a wip you like!

oooh~ thats hard. cause i have multiple wips im exited about right now. So i'll just talk about my top few.

theres this one with Tangled Star MK and Nezha. I need to wrap up the lineart and then start coloring.

theres this one where im doodling TS Nezha with an OC that was basically inspired by him. I call thier Duo WildLotus. Thier my dangerous little guys. this entire canvas is really just a bunch of doodle wips. nothing too detailed.

This rough concept for an oc i'll get too eventually, it was inspired after watching Frieren. The pose she does while floating with her staff reminded me of this oc so i had to try it out. I need to figure out how to draw wolves though. Because while those creatures aren't wolves, thier body shape is inspired by wolves. so i need to figure out how to work it into this species and what i wanna change. thats rlly the only thing keeping me from this wip rn.

22. do you have a favorite color palette to work with?

nooooott really? I dont think so at least. I dont think i have color palletes. I've never really worked with specific color palletes before so I wouldnt know 😅

the closest i can think of is that i've noticed recently that i tend to lean towars warmer tones rather then cold.

[toribookworm22]

Find The Word (×2)

Thank you @oh-no-another-idea & @the-stray-storyteller

No pressure tagging: @mschvs @jlilycorbie @rsdan @hallwriteblr & my open tag!

Your words are: BALD, GREEN, FARE, & OAK.

My words were: much, music, make, and most & molten, senseless, lanky, stab. Almost all from the Animatronic Saga universe. Will note under each. Hidden under the cut.

Much

You’re probationary until you complete training and get an assignment.”

The thought of failing made my blood boil, but, “And if I don’t?”

Catapult had shrugged and walked to the door like it didn’t matter much, but then he had to add, “Then I guess you’re swimming back to attend your mummy’s funeral after all.”

- Secondary Series

Music

I haven’t just listened to music in what seems like years. J finds it distracting so I don’t play it around the house and while I hear it every now and again in the Caverns, it’s been years since I’ve actively taken note of any of it.

- Secondary Series

Make

“You just love to make enemies, don’t you? Does it make you feel better? Does it make you feel like you're in control?”

- Animatronic Saga

Most

Sometimes, everyone’s unspoken memories made me miss her. A girl I’d never known. With my face, my body, my voice, my life, my friends.

Most of the time, I was simply angry with her.

- Animatronic Saga

Molten

The first sequence was meaningless: color and movement and indecipherable sounds, but then I found myself standing in a dark space, a pool of water hanging the wrong way before me, defying every law of science. Reaching out, my fingers sent ripples through it, carrying me into my visions with much less hostility and headache.

I saw a familiar-looking man, a row of cell doors clicking open, the end of a needle, Jade crashing to her knees, two pits of molten silver, and then, finally, red.

- Animatronic Saga

Senseless

“But they’ll beat each other senseless!” Jade argued.

I sighed again. “I know. But maybe that’ll beat some sense into them. They’re fighting like a bunch of animals.”

- Animatronic Saga scrapped draft

Lanky

“In the end, there’s only death and fire.”

Hades drops to the step beside me, black chiton slipping above his knees and reminding me of the lanky little boy. I wish I remembered his name. “I am not the goddess of fire,” I remind him, as I often do.

- gods story (Hestia & Hades, my loves)

Stab

Cauben was head of Civics, which was appropriate considering she reminded me strongly of a presidential candidate ready to stab her opponents’ eyes out with a “Vote for Cauben” pin.

- Animatronic Saga

[maple-writes]

Update on what my (potential) next plans for writing:

Main wip - The City of Eventide 2 (for lack of a better title)

It's still kind of vague right now but I'm thinking I might write a sequel to The City of Eventide because for some reason that's the story I keep going back to in my head like I'm still stuck with those characters.

Side projects (mostly for when I'm stuck on the main wip or want some variety)

Construct Story - Vague idea of a plot and characters that I haven't talked about much here. A being created by magic and slated to be destroyed after a failed revival betrays her fate by defecting and aiding a doppelganger in stopping the other him from cursing everything he touches.

unnamed gods story - Also vague plot but less vague characters that I might have posted about before? A handful of gods working under the most powerful one protect mortals from demons, and the demon lords, but the truth they've been told may not be as true as they think

Other projects

I still want to write the story with Volt and all them, but for some reason its not going very well so it's on like, the mega backburner for now until I can figure out where the problems are coming from. So for now this one is just an idea still.

Of course this is all subject to change depending on how stuff goes

[l1ttle-w1tch-g1rl]

The man who met everything

As he stood atop the building that he owned and stared at the city he heaped build he felt powerful and he knew one thing one simple thing that he spoke out to the world

“I rule everything.” Of course he didn’t and his claims angered everything. And so everything spoke to him and said

“Why do you dare claim a thing that is not yours?” The man not expecting the voce looked for its source and yelled out

“because it is mine and you can’t deny that it is.” Everything laughed did this small speck in eternity truly believe it was all his

“But I can deny for I am everything and I know you don’t own me.” And as eternity revealed what it was it began to show the man what he claimed was his. It showed him everything it showed him atoms that make up the world, it showed him cells that bring him life, it showed him the stars that he thought ever so small from a far. As everything did this it said

“you own nothing child not the the city you helped pay for not the tower you had built not even the atoms in your body are yours to claim it is all me.” And as the man looked upon it all he knew exactly how small he was.

[quibbs]

just had SO much fun with the fallout tv show... i love you missus okey dokey

[tooquirkytolose]

~The Most Beautiful Woman in The World~

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Headcanon: Worship

Yandere Forgotten God (tentacle monster) x GN Reader

TW: Tentacles, teratophillia, gore, dubcon, and yandere themes

He was an ancient chaos god, one that was once revered amongst humans a millennium ago. But over time he had been forgotten when his fishing village had become a city. Now he was nothing more than a tall tale. A god with no name. He no longer had a humanoid form but was now a blob of black tentacles. It was shameful how far he had fallen from grace from his own pride. He should have made sure he was never forgotten.

The god shouldn’t have been so cocky to believe that monk couldn’t seal him away but alas, this was the punishment he deserved for his insatiable greed.

So when you arrive to his shrine and accidentally break the millennium old ward, he’s shocked. Have his own prayers finally been answered? Has someone come to free him from this lonely existence?

“I’ve heard there was once a god of chaos here so I have come to pray to you… please hear my plea.” You then bowed down in respect to the shrine and cried a bit. “I do not wish to be married off to some senile, corrupt man. Please god, if you hear me, save me.” You cried before him. You wanted to be saved before married you off to some old nobleman. You shared your woes of how this man made your city nearly inhabitable with his high taxes and of his salacious behavior. How could he not be swayed? He felt obligated to help you.

And so the god did what he did best, he wreaked havoc. He used his supernatural abilities to cause a landslide onto that nobleman’s home, killing him instantly. Now you no longer had to worry about being a stupid old man’s property. You could continue on with your life worshipping him! Your god!

You visited his shrine daily and left him small offerings. Ones that he would have rejected in the past but was positively thrilled to have now. The god began to love you. How could he not be drawn to your genuine gratitude? He couldn’t remember the last time someone had been this thrilled with him… it must’ve been over a thousand years ago now? He didn’t know…

What he loved most about you was your smile. It warmed his heart and he adored it. You were his world and he wanted to be more humanoid for you…

When your visits became less frequent, he used that time away from you to try to shape his body once more. He wanted to be with you. To hold you. To touch you, but he couldn’t do that as a shapeless blob of tentacles… but he could if he was more humanoid.

And so here he was with a mostly humanoid body with functioning male reproductive organs… save for the tentacles that remained attached to his back. His face was picturesque but his extra limbs weren’t… it didn’t matter. He would do so much for you, more than any human man. You didn’t entirely have a choice.

The god diligently worked on his shrine to make it more inhabitable for you as well. He needed it to be perfect so the two of you could be here for all eternity together. Him and his savior! His beloved devotee!

When you returned to his shrine after a week of not seeing him with bruises on your face, he was livid. Who had harmed you? Why would they hurt you? Hurt his destined spouse? How dare they… how dare they.

You shared your woes and prayed for salvation once more, this time from your family. They believed you to now be bad luck due to the nobleman’s sudden death and began to verbally and physically abuse you. You looked so miserable… just like him. His poor, precious worshipper didn’t deserve such treatment. No. They deserved to be worshipped.

The god now had enough power to leave his shrine due to your generous offerings. Your worship gave him the power to become a great chaos god once more.

And the god once more inflicted his wrath upon your enemies. This time he tore them apart limb from limb, starting from their mouths to their hands and eventually to their feet. He wished to start out by ripping out the tongues that spat venomous words at you. To break every bone in their hands and feet for the pain they inflicted on you. For every sin committed against you, he would inflict it back tenfold.

This is the first time you were able to see his true form as well… you were so silent the entire time of his massacre of your family. Was he so gorgeous that you were speechless? How cute his darling was!

You began to sob when he held your face between his blood coated palms. The smell of iron was too much for you that you began to retch but he was oblivious that he was the reason of your disgust and fear. Those damn humans must be too much for you to be around… perhaps he should whisk his spouse away?

So he did just that. His arms and tentacles tightly wrapped around you as he whisked you off to your new home together. The revamped shrine. He hoped you’d love it since he worked so hard on making it habitable for the two of you!

You struggle in his grip but he doesn’t relent. You must be shy… how cute!

You try to push the tentacles from you, but they merely wrap around your form to gently massage you. He needed to calm you before you hurt yourself… it was okay!

“Be not afraid, my dear.” His voice made you jump in surprise but he chuckled. “I’m not going to hurt you… you’re my beloved after all. My savior.”

“You’re the god of this shrine…” you whispered softly, which made the god eagerly nod. “You’re Xeros.”

Yes! That was his name! The one he had forgotten over the years. You were so sweet to remember his name…

You don’t even have time to protest before his tentacles wrap around your body in an enticing manner. The extra appendages slip into the waist band of your pants and tease your tight hole. You whine at the sudden touch but more tentacles wrap around your arms and legs to keep you in place

“Your offerings were wonderful but I need a better offering since I eliminated your problem…” Xeros smiled down at you with his hauntingly beautiful face. “I demand you as my offering. You will be my eternal spouse.”

“But I’m just a human- ack!” You gagged on the tentacle that was suddenly shoved into your mouth. Your eyes welled up with tears as the god beamed at you.

“It doesn’t matter to me what species you are. I’m a god. I will always get what I want.” Your back arched when one of his slimy tentacles finally breeched the tight ring of muscles and wriggled inside of you. You moaned loudly at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that overcame you.

“See? Why would you resist such pleasure?” Xeros leaned to whisper, his hot breath tickled the shell of your ear, “I’m far better than any mortal lover. Don’t you think so?”

Your mind is too cloudy to form a coherent reply, your eyes rolled back in you head as his black tendrils ravish you. The tentacle in your mouth soon replaced with his tongue.

This was the way you should always be. You deserved every orifice of your body to be stuffed to the brim with him. To cry and whine in pleasure that ascends human comprehension. To be his spouse and to lay his eggs.

You deserved to be worshipped as his deity

[camilleflyingrotten]

Glorious Purpose

[mobius-m-mobius]

#the Nowhere Man who waits and the God of Stories who watches

[emeryhiro]

Loki becoming the God of Stories - 02x06

I'm in shock. This was STUNNING! I'll need at least 2 months to wrap my head around it, I love it so much!

[Part 2][Part 3]

[novelconcepts]

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.

[monkiebois]

I thought I was a fool for no one Ooh baby, I'm a fool for you~

[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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[fla-t-line]

Lonely God

[l1ttle-w1tch-g1rl]

Rotting god

Everything has a god no matter how big or small there is a god, the biggest misconception about gods is that they can’t die they can if what they rule over is gone then they are gone as well. The god of a small tree in a city knew this well she used to be one tree god of many In a forest of them, but they all died and she was dying too for She had begun to rot, the poison of the city was killing her. She hated all who had brought all the death so as she sat there dying she made a vow, she would not die until all of them died to. It was an impossible goal as she should have died then and there, but it appears gods can change as much as we can so with that vow and the death of her tree came the change she needed to become a different god she became the god of rot and she plans to uphold her vow.

My first short story please give me any advice you have I know my grammar is bad I have dyslexia but I want to improve.

[archer-vale]

Don't look away. Slow, deep breaths... The air is thick with his scent. You've always loved the smell of men. The heavy odor forces you to relax. Your thoughts slow. Accept the natural pull. Sink to your knees...you know where you belong.