#fallen deities au

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

A lil Fallen Deities AU Tsunagu :)

I don’t think I ever posted this one so here we go! Did this one in a different style than I usually do on paper 5 months ago lol

[deityoftherain]

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I tend to be a multishipper, I do a decent amount of rarepair shipping, and I enjoy changing up hybridity/headcanons depending on the universe the fic takes place in. I tag fairly heavily though, so you should always have a heads up on what you're about to read.

Obligatory disclaimer that this is the characters not the creators! The creators can do whatever they want, and I can do whatever I want with the blorbos. Nothing I write will ever be RPF; everything is drawn from and intended to represent the characterized versions of them. Reminder that fanon is fanon for a reason, and if you can't wrap your head around that, you are not forced to interact.

[kheprriverse]

Terminus/FD Lore!

The boys(tm) gossip not so subtly and find out Terminus’s hair changes colors based on the moon. (Also that he was blond once.)

Had this headcanon a bit ago, thought it’d be fun to draw smth for it. Then it turned into a big thing that took 4ish days to finish. Anyways FD with orange hair is just— MWAH chef’s kiss.

Stupid bonus below

Legend smacks the shit out of Hyrule

[anja-the-sane-panda]

What’s your favorite of your Wanderlust AUs?

Ooo this is kinda a toughie,

I love the fallen chosen one au cus I get to play around with angry Wanderlust and even dive into an idea I've had for quite a while I haven't shared yet hehehehehehehe. It also fun to let him go feral on coaches who kinda deserve it. Even if I suck at updating im sorry

But the meduslust au allows me to play with some of my favorite myths and tropes of the medusa x blind lover. I also have a few ideas outside of Snakey Boi. the only problem is I have no idea how to put it into a good fic and I suck at comics soo that's on the back burner for a while I'm so sorry

Sooo yeah it's kinda a tie I can't chose between snakey or feral Wanderlust

[mutedeclipse]

Disgraced Angel

design from yesterday!! in design hell for 2 days... why am i like this? I dunno.

[agirlwithmagicpals]

Lafargo Morningstar Reference

Name: larfargo Morningstar Age:a couple thousand years old

Species:fallen angel(ex-archangel)

Is actually quite intelligent and has been known by his personal peers to be rather adaptive

wants to be better than the entities thriving in heaven unless they want to join him

love’s traveling back and forth from hell to earth mostly for personal reasons of course

is actually pretty wise and somewhat independent despite being spiritually attached to his host(it’s Humphrey not Winnie now)

has fought all kinds of monsters and other deities both mortal and immortal

Neutral evil/ high ranking rebel

after the fall he realized that he was one of the few fallen angels that actually still somehow managed to keep they’re wings(none of the other seven deadly sins know that)

Is making some rather strange yet interesting decisions at the moment

[loz-and-lu-fan-blog]

Linked Universe, The Hero of Time

my headcanons/aus

Art by Atro Avis

Long talk/Ideas under the cut, warning for slight body horror and dark fae topics. (Note: I may add stuff over time, but nothing will be deleted from the list)

Twilight. Wind. Legend. Hyrule. Four. Sky. War. Wild.

Time (Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask). Other nicknames: Mask, Sprite, Old man, Pops.

Titles: Hero of Time, Hero of the Kokiri, Hero of Mask, Hero of Termina, The Hero’s Shade. The Changed Kokiri

God who has claim over his soul: Kishin (Fierce Deity)

Note: Also appears in Hyrule Warriors. Is responsive for the first timeline break:

Fallen timeline - never grows when picking up the master sword and ends up dead because the energy of the fight was too much on his body.

Child timeline - Where he went through Oot and was sent back. So, to everyone he just got the gems and as a kid with visions warn of the outcome. (twilight princess)

Adult timeline - this was the timeline where he defeated Ganon as an adult, it was abandoned after (Wind Waker).

History:

Time is not human at all, though he looks like it. He is a Kokiri, a child of the fae and once leaving the forest, he’s considered a changeling. His mother is Navi, though she wasn’t by his side for most of his ‘childhood’ as she was sent on mission by the great deku tree.

Being sent on his adventure after the great Deku tree’s death, he and Navi leave the forest (much to Navi and the other kokiris horror). And start the journey from Oot, the only difference is Time has a full-on panic when he wakes up as an adult, because he knows physically, he’s a kokiri. Even after the events of Oot, he is never fully the same, this isn’t helped when Navi leaves his side for a moment, and he can’t find her. As he goes to find her, he ends up in Termina and ends up in a hellish time loop. Time is unsure how long he was in this loop, so his age mentally is completely unknown. Eventually he succeeds, however he doesn’t get time to rest as he is immediately sent to the Era of War (Hyrule Warriors), with skull kid and others. He ends up growing close to the Link from that era and he learns a lot about him before he is sent back. He never goes back to the Kokiri forest, for fear he wasn’t Kokiri anymore and the lost woods would transform him.

After being sent back to his time, he ends up living at Lon Lon Ranch, going on small adventures before marrying Malon.

His death: Time is sent somewhere for a war and ends up wounded in the lost woods. He’s injured with a metal mix that is poisonous to kokiri . Knowing what awaits him, he decides to leave a ghost or imprint of his soul to help his children/descendants which he had.

Interest stuff/Head canons:

Kokiri's are children of Fae who have yet to decide what they want to be, they are adaptable to everything, hence why they mainly take on human children or little tree children.

The sharp teeth, claws and inhuman eyes are typically just a defense to keep humans away, the biggest difference being their blood and tears proving they are not human.

Time’s teeth and nails are still sharp, he just actively keep them trimmed or filed down so others won’t freak out

Typically, the guardian fairies are the ones to protect the kokiris however they can use their teeth and claws if needed.

Although It’s discouraged for any Kokiri to experience or cause harm from the old saying ‘not to spill blood in the forest, as the tree will remember and crave it’, and blood and flesh will have to become a part of diet to grow up healthy (so Time eats a lot more meat then most).

Time was very much afraid of dying from leaving the forest, he was reassured that having the gem and his mother would keep him alive and healthy. It’s why he hunts for Navi so much after Oot, and later so heavily used to Fierce deity mask in HW. He now knows he doesn’t need it (the mark FD gave him is enough), but he still wears the gem as comfort.

He still hopes to see Navi one day, maybe just for comfort.

Because of his Kokiri/Fae nature and his ability to adapt, he took on aspects from each of the transformation masks, most are hidden from sight.

The Deku scrub has left Time’s insides to be a network of roots and vines rather than veins, this does allow him to heal faster. The Goron has transformed his bones to rock, as well as the heat not affecting him, he could stick his hand in lava if the vines didn’t scream in pain. Zora already improved his musical ability (fae song) but also has added scales and the ability to breathe underwater. The FD has added his height, the marking that married his face and eye as well as his unnerving and unreadable magic signature.

However Time does his best to hide his inhuman features, it’s why he doesn’t take off his bottom layer of clothes. Only the FD mark can be seen.

Time's blind eye acts like the lens of truth times 100, however he keeps it close because of the information overload.

Time loves Malon, and always dreams of having a family with her, but he always fears what his inhuman genes might do to the kid. Twilight, who shares so many traits with him and Malon, eases these worries.

He is very experienced and physically is the oldest.

However, he does just enough odd stuff that the closer you look at him and his behavior, the more you're on edge.

He can speak Hylian, Zora, Goron and Deku really well, but all sound very stiff and formal. Fae is the only one he speaks naturally though it's been getting rusty as he mostly speaks Hylian.

He still has a lot of childlike mischief still left, so he not above pulling pranks, but mainly harmless ones considering he’s the voice of reason.

Time's favorite food are sweet treats. He has stolen many cookies.

He still has all his masks, and while he does show them to the group. The transformation mask never leaves his bag. Despite the FD mask being the only one with a soul left, it feels off to let anyone mess with the Goron, Deku or Zora.

Time’s eye glows in darkness.

He gave himself the scar over his eye.

He has a tattoo on his shoulder from the Goron’s back home. It’s just never seen sense he doesn’t take off his shirt.

Because of Termina, Time can keep time down to the second, day and night.

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Hope you enjoy my dive into madness, hehehe

[cookiepie111]

࿐Drink from the leche of sirens࿐

Synopsis - An injury könig comes across a lake and pretty nymph. Greek au könig x black nymph reader. No minors. Smut

Part 2 here

A/N-

An alternate to the fountain girl fic I wrote.

Think this might be the longest thing I've written. There is a Pinterest mood board here. Shout out to @cinnamonbunboii cause their comment inspired this fic. Please like and reblog!

Tags: @terra-713 @cinnamonbunboii @kneelingshadowsalome @bucca2

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Deities are petty beings, twisting the hearts of humans when things don't go their way. König and his army may have won the battle but the casualties were high, he himself was beat and bruised. Its just a game to them and what do you do when you're losing and angry, you flip out, over turn the board and scatter the pieces. Think of a new way to win while your opponent garthers up their fallen pieces.

Scattered by the wind, what a cliche but it works, in all the commotion the soldiers were separated, placed in every which direction, on land, and both above and below the heavens. How petty all this because you lost. Somehow this wasn't the worst part of könig's day just the final cherry on top the shitty Sunday the gods gave him. His lover betrayed him, separated from his allies, battered and bruised and now there's nothing around him but trees. If not for the situation and burning rage in his heart he'd find the place quite peaceful, beautiful even, a nice place to die.

The deeper könig went into the forest the more the atmosphere changed, trees bend and shift, covering the sky above. The slow dance of leaves and bright glow of the fireflies. All of it leading up to a lake in the clearing. It all felt too to unnatural to be real, like sweet honey leading him a trap. Pressing into the wound at his side, the sharp pain brought him back to his senses, this isn't the place to lose one's mind he'd need to keep his wits about him if he wanted to live.

Even if he doesn't want to accept it there's no denying this would be a beautiful place to die. Even now he hates himself for still thinking of her, even at the moment of his death she still has place in his mind. she'd love this place, a backdrop like this would only accentuate her beauty more.

He walked close to the lake feeling the trees shift around him again. Laying back on the trees bark sword placed on the ground.

The waters surface ripples altering könig to the figure in the lake, its shape he couldn't quite make out. A head, a person maybe. This place could be cursed, it wouldn't surprise him. He stares back never removing his eyes from them watching as they stay just below the water.

If he's intruded on some beings land they'll just have to put up with him or force him out. He's got enough strength for one last fight. It is after all the way of the warrior to go out fighting he thinks, unsteady as he pushes off the tree bark.

You can't remember the last time you saw another human here, they often end up with your older sister although you doubt they've all been this large and imposing. Even injured he carries himself very well. The cut in his stomach only causing him to hunch over, you doubt the blood covering him is his own.

Once at the water's edge the thoughts of battle quickly die down. It a woman in the water, human she is not but a woman still. The skin of human women doesn't glow or shine. Their skin isn't adorned with scales of greans and blue hues around their eyes nor does their hair shift and swirl like small currents atop the waters surface like yours. No those features that were that of nymph. Women of nature blessed with great beauty. And unfortunately for könig drowners of men.

His odds are about 50/50 he wouldn't drown so easily but that wasn't a risk he wanted to take, with his body is failing him now, heavy breaths as he falls back to the ground. Eyes still on the nymph at his front, she makes no move, just watching.

It takes a few moments for her to move a few more heavy breaths and groans from könig for her to lift from the water.

When she comes out to meet him she bare. Thin pieces of fabric dropping over her waist and chest slipping under her right breast, past her womanhood, more like an accessory one would add cause they thought it looked nice than a piece of clothing. Thick curly hair swirling around her body

To think he could still get hard at a time like this.

Drowning doesn't seem so bad now if it is by her hand.Maybe a kiss from them would send him peaceful into the afterlife.

She stood over him head tilling side from side,trying to figure the man out. He hasn't said anything, he doesn't shout or draw his sword like the other men she's seen. He's also taller, bigger, more.... solid than other men, gracing a hand down his arm. Kneeling beside him, the injury is worse than she thought. did one of the gods bring him here? Or did he just wonder here himself? You held your chin swaying on your heels deep in thought

König felt delirious, he's injured, lost and now there's a pretty nymph circling round, staring, pocking and prodding at him. If this was any other situation he'd take her in the moment. Hull her over his shoulder and fuck her till scream or blesses him, gives him heavenly children. But he's tired and weak, he can do nothing but watch as she frees his egear cock from his tunic.

He's never felt like this before, grunting and wincing under her touch. He's sure she's sucking the energy out of him.  Maybe its the bloodloss maybe it the fire at the groin the licking and kissing along his shaft causing the dizziness in him, eyes shut tight and panting as he comes closer to the edge but the release never comes. feeling her tongue stroke the entire length of him as she comes up.

The next moment for könig were pure bliss, something straight out of dream. To have her now Straddling him bouncing so eagerly on his cock, was a feeling he could never forget. The sweet stretch as she sank. It was frustrating not being able to touch her, She didn't move fast enough not for könig liking. He was too weak to set the pace, his hand only able to rest on the plush of her hip. Even if she used him like a toy könig couldn't help but throw his head back in pleasure at the squeeze of her soft walls.

Her hands explored the body under her, digging into the wounds, ignoring his hisses and complaints, pushing him back down before he finds the strength to push her off. It felt hot then numb, as she dug into his wounds.

With new found strength he bucked his hips, against her. The sound of their love making filling the forest air, his hands firmly at her hips to move her at a pace he found fit, fast and messy before emptying himself inside her.

When he finally came back down from the high he finds her form shake and ripple above him. The words die on his tongue, as her form melts down, and fades away into the water

He gets up able without stumbling this time walking straight finding himself back at the army base. König's honestly not sure if that really happened or if he was just crazy. He has nothing to show for the whole ordeal to prove it was real. He knows on the brink of the death the mind can conger all sorts of things to keep one alive but nothing could explain sleeping with a water nymph. he'd like to think he wasn't deranged...To imagine sleeping with being that would normally drown you but...

The only evidence he had was his body. The open wound in his stomach gone, his whole body intact even stronger than before. He'll think about this alot after wondering if you were really real. It would be best to get you out of his mind. Yet he sees you in the lakes and bodies of water and in the faces of women passing him by

You on the other hand couldn't believe your luck! Showing off the keepsake you'd got from the soldiers.

Red bracelet shining under the sun as you turned it on your wrist to show off to your sisters. Giggling and splashing round the waters edge. You're so lucky such a strong and handsome man!

"Wow what's his name".... "You did get his name right???" ... you didn't get his name. You didn't get his name! And honestly you're not sure which army he's with you can't tell the difference between the armours

[unboundprompts]

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Royalty/Medieval Prompts:

The Merchant (#21)

You Had One Order - Prince and Knight (#71)

Princess x Guard (list)

Princess x Knight (list)

The Handmaiden in the Maze (#102)

Royal Painter x Knight (list)

Prince x Prince (list)

Thief x Princess (list)

Whispers of Treachery (#184)

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Non-Human Character Angst Prompts:

No-Longer Human Character Reuniting with Friends and Family Part 1 (list)

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Doctor Finding an Injured Non-Human Character (list)

Betrayed Your Kind (#123)

Quiet Monster x Human (list)

Alien x Human on Opposite Sides of War (list)

Vampire Prompts:

Fangs (#47)

The Vampire and the Girl on Floor 3 (#110)

Werewolf Prompts:

Remnants of Humanity (#169)

I Know You're Still in There (#177)

Mermaid / Siren Prompts:

How to Write Mermaids

Get in the Water (#151)

Phantom of the Deep (#160)

Lungs Filled with Salt (#174)

Pirate Prompts (list)

Gods, Angels, Demons, & Deities Prompts:

Nothing to Do with Fate (#9)

Fallen Angel Dialogue (list)

Fallen Angel and Fallen God (list)

Apotheosis (#112)

Asking for Favors (#137)

Favor From an Old God (#157)

The Gods of August (#173)

Shapeshifter Prompts:

Anything You Want Me to Be (#91)

Shapeshifter x Human (list)

Witch Prompts:

Witch x Fairy (list)

Angry in the Tavern (#158)

Guardian of the Old Ways (#161)

Fantasy Character Description Prompts:

How to Describe a Character with Wings

How to Describe a Character with Bug Wings

The Dream Walker (#140)

Modern Fantasy Prompts:

The Bartender (#23)

Turning to Stone (#105)

Mind Reader on Campus (#134)

Pockets Filled with Shadows (#141)

The Brain Implant (#148)

The Boy in the Library (#162)

Ghost Revealing Themselves to a Mortal (list)

Immortal x Time Traveler (list)

Magical Object Prompts:

Blank Pages (#85)

The Door to Other Places (#139)

The House's Memory (#183)

Math and Science in Magical Battle Scenarios (list)

Fantasy Setting Prompts:

The Town Engulfed by Flames (#67)

Zombie Apocalypse AU (list)

Music in The Dark Wood (#138)

The Sun Stopped Setting (#164)

The Portal to Realms Unknown (#168)

The Astronomer in the Coastal Village (#179)

Two Dystopian Criminals (list)

Fantasy Worldbuilding:

Currency and Time Measurement Ideas (list)

Ideas for Earning Money in a Fantasy World (list)

Problems that May Occur in a Dystopian/Apocalyptic World (list)

Pirate Ship Name Ideas

[serene-faerie]

IchiHime & RenRuki AU Week

Day 2: Mythology

As the high priestess for Ichigo, the God of the Sun, Orihime has a duty to tend to the spiritual needs of her people. Kind, compassionate, and gentle, Orihime also became renowned for her beauty and her magical healing powers. But though many young men desire to marry her, Orihime's heart already belongs to another. No one else knows, but the man she loves is none other than Lord Ichigo of the Sun himself. Many believe her foolish for loving a god so dearly. Even Orihime believes that Lord Ichigo would never even notice her. But she certainly never thought that one day, the god himself would reciprocate her love for him.

Lord Ichigo has never been so fascinated by a mortal before. But ever since Orihime became the high priestess of his temple, he could not help but take notice of her kind heart and sincere compassion towards others. It's those two traits that draw Ichigo to Orihime, and before long, he had also fallen in love with her. Unable to resist any longer, he descended to the mortal realm to meet her for real. In the halls of his temple, he makes Orihime his bride, promising eternal devotion to her. Likewise, Orihime promises her devotion to him, overjoyed that her feelings are actually reciprocated.

However, it is forbidden for an immortal deity to fall in love with a mortal being. But Ichigo and Orihime continue to meet each other every morning, in a secluded garden behind the temple. There, they share many stolen moments together, and their love blossomed beneath the golden sun.

It was only a matter of time before their forbidden love was uncovered. Can their love hope to overcome everything that stands in their way?

[ghostsforghosts]

Welcome!

Hello, everyone! I'm Aaron. This is a sideblog and my main is @the-whispers-of-death. My main is now being used solely for OC stuff and this blog will be used for my 141 x Reader stuff (because I think this will be better than having both on one blog). I will still have the old masterlists (somewhere on my blog, but I deleted the links on my pinned), but anything new will come from this blog.

Before you read further, please note that this is an MDNI account (which means no minors and no ageless blogs). I will block whoever has an ageless blog or is a minor!

Since this is an MDNI account, I do usually accept NSFW requests (though right now, I'm not really in the mood to do explicit NSFW requests. My mood with NSFW fluctuates so there will be times when an NSFW request just sits in my inbox).

Here are the rules for requesting NSFW.

Requests are open!

The Masterlists

The masterlists are done in order of when I posted them and these are individual masterlists which will tell you if the specific Reader is gender neutral or male. (Sorry, I don't write for female readers.) There are also one shots that will be in their separate masterlists and will be at the end of the post.

Desi!Reader Asthmatic!Reader Closed Off!Reader Recluse!ReaderGrumpy!Reader Bookworm!Reader Butcher!Reader Worshipper!Reader Deity!Reader Worshipper!Ghost Worshipper!Soap Fallen God!Ghost Bartender!Reader Pretend Boyfriend!Gaz Extremely Protective!Reader Old Friend!Reader Mindless Soldier!Reader Knight!Ghost Knight!Price COD AU: Life/Death Bear!Reader Bunny!Reader Puppy!Reader Feminine!Reader Best Friend!Soap Incubus!Reader Veterans!141 AU Sugar Daddy!Price Religious!Ghost COD AU: Beauty & the Beast Vigilante!Reader Spooky Season Forgotten God!Price

Now, that's all of the series. (For right now. Knowing me, I'll make more series.)

Here is where you can find the oneshots.

There may be some stray posts I didn't get to, however, this is the gist of it.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Happy (almost over) Valentine’s Day!

Here, have a montage of doodles of my favourite two sets of gays from various aus <3

I usually post some proper drawings for Valentine’s Day, but college has been keeping me incredibly busy, so have these for now- (the cropping may be. Off. So they may need to be clicked on to view properly)

[[AUs in order: pirate au edgejeanist, masquerade au edgejeanist, modern devil(new au) ectoloader, fairground au(new au) edgejeanist, masquerade au edgejeanist (again.), fallen deities ectoloader <3]]

[deityoftherain]

no dice - fallen stars au

Rating: Mature

Relationship: M/M, Gen, Other

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: 2/4 Chapters | Updated Jan 18, 2025

Word Count: 4,383

Summary:

Relationships are never easy, even when Skizz has been Impulse's best friend since they were children, far before they ever became boyfriends! Honestly, it would all be fine... if it weren't for that gambling addiction Skizz won't admit to having.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

I listened to some songs from Epic: The Musical, and because of that and one of you who asked about Greek god pantheon X-Men, well...

We're getting a new au...

In this au, the adult X-Men are the top seven or eight gods/goddesses/deities of a thriving civilization/continent/kset of kingdoms. They're old, very old, and very, very powerful. They don't have blood heirs, but they end up having the first demigod and hero, Reader...

Reader is their prodigy and student, learning how to fight and enact the gods' will, slaying humans and monsters alike, putting kings and queens into power, overthrowing empires as well as building new ones, and being blessed with powers, gifts, from whichever god they are under at the time...

But Reader, having sacrificed their entire childhood, their individuality, their free will and secret dreams, all for these beings, grow disillusioned...

And so The Fight breaks out, where Reader defies the gods, arguing with them, stating how much they've sacrificed and lost and had to give up all in their names'...

It ends with Reader turned to stone, a spear lodged straight through their chest and out their back, frozen for the next several centuries...

The Fight is lost knowledge, all any civilizations know is that Reader, Hero of Mutants, Sword of the Gods, First Demigod, was lost to time, fallen by an unknown hand and suffering an unknown fate... But every demigod to come after, each chosen hero and student, hopes to be anything like them. All they've ever heard were stories, tales of heroic rescues and daring defeats, of someone like them, going into the known and even the unknown, bringing justice and smiting the wicked, doing things no one had ever done before...

But, they soon are given a task: go to the Secret Temple, pay homage to the statue that waits there, then go back and let the gods know of what they'd done. It seemed simple enough. It should have been easy.

Yet...

When they get there...

The statue is gone...

All that is left is a spear, carved of stone and mineral, sharp as the thinnest knife, and dusty footprints scattered in the dust of old broken columns and shattered tiles...

(Someone or something freed Reader, Reader, starving and half-mad, stumbles out of the temple, out of the deep canyon/pit where it lies, and goes to figure out what the h*llfires is going on...) (and to eat some real food)

@sugar-soda @thewickedweiner @hermesserpent-stuff @golden-buddle @crowwithguns (I thought y'all might appreciate this au especially! What can I say? I've read the not-poem version of the Ilyiad and the Odyssey, I've read the entire first two arcs of Person Jackson, and have watched aniamrics and listened to slowed reverb of songs from Epic: The Musical. I might as well do this!)

[chronosdawn]

Ruins - Zhongli x Reader

Fantasy-style AU, GN!Reader

Happy (late) Halloween! This is not what I originally planned to post but alas life :') Hopefully this drabble is sufficiently spooky (I started it after watching a bunch of videos on Fear and Hunger lore so...).

Content warnings: power imbalance, reader is not having a good day, brief discussion of imprisonment.

Word count: 2k

You found the old god seated on a carefully carved throne—dark stone threaded through with veins of some faintly pulsing amber ore. Despite how long the temple had been sealed off for, there was not a single hint of dust coating the floor, nor were there any of the usual signs of wear that plagued a building once it had been abandoned.

There were stories, from the old days—decaying parchment bound in beaten-up old leather—in which the homes of the gods took on a life of their own, serving the deities from which they were born with a fervour that outmatched even the most devout of mortal servants. You really hoped those stories were just nonsense, otherwise it might mean the easy path you’d followed through the temple had less to do with good fortune, and more to do with something leading you here.

The god remained motionless as you hovered at the edge of the room, thick gold horns jutting out from underneath a white hood that concealed most of his face from view. You curled your fingers around the cool metal object in your pocket, reminding yourself that you had a plan, one that couldn’t be achieved by simply loitering in the doorway. And yet still your feet refused to move an inch as you continued to stare at the imposing figure before you, the enormity of what you were about to do weighing you down like stone shackles.

You might have remained there forever were it not for the sudden grind of stone against stone, the ground beneath your feet shifting—tilting forwards until you could no longer keep your balance, sending you stumbling into the cavernous throne room. The sound of the path rearranging itself continued behind you, and you turned just in time to see the last stone slot itself into place in the barricade that had formed in the doorway, sealing you in alone with the god.

Trying desperately not to panic, you told yourself that this was just the nudge you needed, now that the only hope you had of leaving here lay in what you’d come to this temple for in the first place. That was, at least, until you heard an intake of breath that most definitely didn’t come from you.

“It has been an age since a mortal last walked these halls.”

You looked to the god and froze. He was staring straight at you; his hood having fallen back slightly to reveal his face. You suspected he may have been quite beautiful once, with ageless finely chiselled features. But unlike his temple, the god had clearly not been left untouched by the ravages of time. Thick dark lines, that seemed to glint gold in the light from the sconces carefully arranged throughout the room, crawled up his neck and across half of his face. They almost seemed to pulse in time with the ore of his throne as you stared at them, beating in sync with whatever a god possessed in place of a heart. His eyes too, were unlike those of any human, brilliant amber with near slit pupils.

“What has brought you here, little one?”

You swallowed, clinging onto the artifact in your pocket like a lifeline. Just a couple of steps and you’d be face-to-face with the god, close enough that you could do what needed to be done and get the hell out of here. Still, you hesitated, the weight of divinity, even as rotted as this, was heavy throughout the room, seeping into your marrow. Gods had been made to be worshipped by mortals, and right now you could feel the gaze of some otherworldly influence urging you to kneel and delight in subservience.

As you fought to remain so much as standing, let alone take a step, the god rose from his throne. He was huge, you realised, a great towering figure who made the high ceilings of the room seem inadequate. The god took a step towards you and you stumbled backwards, back hitting the stone of the sealed off doorway behind you. There was nowhere to run as he approached, nowhere to hide in this great empty space. You could only tremble as he approached, fingers tightening around the metal in your palm until your muscles ached with the strain.

The god came to a stop an arm’s length in front of you, a large hand—the skin of it stained the same iridescent dark shade as the lines creeping over his face—delicately grasped your chin and tilted your face upwards until you were forced to make eye-contact with the long forgotten-deity.

“Curious,” he remarked, tilting your head lightly from side to side as he examined you. “You bare not a single scrap of divine power. What land have you come from mortal, where there are no gods to claim you?”

It’s now or never, you thought.

“I’m sorry for this,” you said, quickly pulling the artifact from your pocket and going to strike him in thigh. That’s the wonder of these things, you could hear the voice of the old man who’d sold the thing to you as it carved a clean path through the air, don’t even have to hit a vital spot for it work, just one cut and it should sap whatever power a god has left. He’d smirked at you then, continuing, if you truly think you can find a god in this day and age, that is.

For the shortest fraction of a second, you genuinely thought you’d done it, the blade of the artifact just brushing the fabric that covered the god’s lower half—an unholy prize, born from countless hours of research and trailing through long-abandoned ruins, now finally in your hands. Suddenly, a vice-like grip seized hold of your arm, dark fingers swallowing your wrist and locking it firmly in place. You blinked—you hadn’t even seen him move.

No, this couldn’t—you had to—

One moment the artifact was in your hand, the next it was gone, your fingers clutching at air as you strained against the hold of the god. You dragged your gaze back upwards, a pit forming in your stomach as you saw the god turning the artifact over in his hand, studying it.

“I see,” he said finally, and you could only watch in horror as the centuries old weapon you’d bet the last of your family’s savings on melted in his grasp, the carefully carved runes dissolving into thick globs of gold that flowed over the blackened skin of his fingers and dripped onto the floor.

“Please, I—” your voice came out as little more than a whisper, “I didn’t have another choice, I…”

The god looked down at you, considering, those inhuman eyes narrowing slightly. “Oh? And what was it my little would-be assassin planned to do with the power of divinity?”

You swallowed, throat tight. There was no answer you could give that would justify an attempt on the life of a deity, regardless of the fact not a single worshipper had walked these halls in centuries. Instead, you trained your gaze on the floor as your eyes burned, the pattern carved into the stone tiles of the floor blurring as you awaited the inevitable.

“Hm.”

There was a strange ripple in the air and you felt something reach for you. It brushed against your mind—fingers flicking gingerly through the pages of book—and memories of your home surfaced unbidden, the edges rimmed in a golden haze. The shattered city walls, the ramshackle home you’d been forced to flee to, the truth that even without gods to bring down judgment upon them, humanity would still find a way to do so themselves.

“So that’s it.” The deep timbre of the god’s voice broke you out of your trance, bringing you back from desolate days of the past to the terrifying reality of your present. “You did not come here simply out of lust for power but because you are desperate.” The grasp on your wrist loosened and the god’s thumb ran tender circles over your wrist. “Afraid.”

You said nothing, refusing to even glance at him.

“You believe I intend to punish you, mortal? Tell me, what sentencing do you think your actions merit?”

You could beg, could sob and wail until either your apologies or your voice ran out. But what would be the point? Even if—if—the god let you leave here in one piece, what did you have to go back to?

“That’s not up to me to decide, your—” you faltered, tongue tripping in your mouth as you realised you had no idea how you were supposed to address a god.

A soft chuckle came from somewhere above you.

“In ages past, your kind would refer to me as Lord Lapis. Perhaps then I may have been inclined to harsher rulings, but it hardly seems fair to hold you to the same standards as those raised with my teachings—the safety I granted in return. In light this, I offer you a deal. Swear fealty to me, that you will never again conspire against me and will instead serve with your body and soul, and I will grant you my protection, including forgiveness for your attempt to claim my power for yourself without right.”

Your throat felt thick—there was a reason humanity had turned away from the gods after all.

“And if I refuse?” You finally lifted your head and met his gaze only to find his expression unreadable.

“I hope that you will not. Along with ensuring your safety, there is much else I provide those who are faithful. In the past I would even share fragments of my own power with those who were worthy. Is the promise of that not what drew you here in the first place, little one?”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“If you are truly unwilling to agree to my terms, then I will not make you. However, I should warn you that only those who have gained my blessing are able to wander these halls freely. You may have been able to enter this place through one of the corridors where the divine energy has been corroded by the years, but now that you have reached my seat of power, it is unlikely you will be able to leave on your own.”

Your heart sank like a stone. “You just said you didn’t plan to make me accept your deal but you’re telling me that if I don’t, my only option is to starve to death?”

“As I said, I will not force your choice, just as you were not forced to enter to this temple. But do you truly expect me to bestow my favour upon one who would have seen me dead with no recompense?”

Eyes darting around the room, you took in the other sealed entrances—the flawless dark stonework you would have to attempt to dig through, with no tools besides your own fingernails, if you wanted to leave this place. You didn’t want to die here, corpse left to rot along with the long-abandoned god.

“I—” you swallowed, trying to force the words out. “I’ll accept your offer, Lord Lapis.”

The god smiled at you, not unkindly, and said, “then I claim you as mine, mortal, until the end of all things.” He raised the hand still dripping with the molten remains of the artifact and smeared a streak of gold down the centre your forehead. “Just like the priests of old.”

His touch burned like a brand, searing through flesh and bone to the innermost parts of you until nothing was left unscathed. There was a name on your tongue, despite having never heard it before. Morax—the god who would now and always hold claim on your soul.

You sagged in Morax’s grasp, barely aware of the hold on your wrist falling away, only to be replaced by an arm under your thighs as you were lifted into the air.

“It will take a few moments for you to adjust, but you need not fear, little one.” A hand brushed against your cheek. “You need not fear ever again.”

[dead-dolphins]

Okay, so there was this super fun activity today where we had to create an AU, and let’s just say my imagination went wild (like, really wild)! 😅 So here are the AUs I came up with for the week, and who knows, maybe, just maybe, one day I’ll bring them to life! 😄

Merman Eren & Knight Mikasa

Monster hunter Mikasa Ackerman took pride in her unmatched skills, never one to shy away from a challenge. When Marley hired her to kill a merman who had been sinking their trading ships, she accepted without hesitation. A creature like that could only be a beast, a mindless killer. But the journey was doomed from the start. A violent storm tore her ship apart, and Mikasa woke to find herself alive, but not alone.

The merman, Eren, watched her with cautious curiosity. He could have killed her easily, but instead, he offered her shelter. Days passed, and the monster she’d expected proved to be anything but. Eren wasn’t the predator Marley described. He spoke of sailors who hunted his kind, of pain and vengeance, and, strangely, of her. He knew her name. He had been waiting for her.

The plot twist here is that every merman has a fated mate, one with whom they will bond as soon as they touch their hands. If their mate goes away, they will perish, and the other way around. So, Eren doesn’t know how to tell Mikasa that, since the moment he saved her, he bounded to her.

God Eren & Empress Mikasa

MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE.

Once worshipped by her ancestors, God Eren now wanders the mortal realm, bound by a curse that weakens his divine powers. Empress Mikasa, the last descendant of his most devoted followers, is thrust into an uneasy alliance with the enigmatic deity when her empire is threatened.

As Eren protects Mikasa with what remains of his godly strength, their bond deepens. But Mikasa’s heart wrestles with the weight of loving a god who can never truly be hers, while Eren must decide if he’ll sacrifice his immortality to live a mortal life by her side.

Marleyan Eren & Hizuru Princess Mikasa

Mikasa is the Princess of Hizuru, a symbol of hope for her occupied nation, but her freedom is a mere illusion under the iron rule of general Eren, the decorated soldier of the occupying force. Tasked with keeping her under close watch, Eren expects nothing more than compliance, but Mikasa’s fiery defiance shakes his resolve.

As tensions rise between their nations, forbidden feelings bloom. Mikasa struggles with hating the man who represents her people’s oppression, while Eren begins to question the empire he serves as he’s drawn to the woman he’s sworn to subdue. Will love forge peace, or will loyalty to their nations destroy them both?

God Eren & Goddess Mikasa

(I haven't posted this one on Twitter, but here you have!)

Eren, the god of chaos, rules the shadowy depths, feared by gods and mortals alike. Mikasa, the gentle goddess of spring, is the embodiment of life and renewal, bound to the surface world. When Eren abducts her to be his queen, her absence plunges the world into despair.

But beneath the earth, Mikasa begins to see another side of Eren, a lonely god longing for companionship. As she softens his edges, and he ignites her hidden strength, their love grows, defying fate itself. Together, they must navigate a divine war that threatens to tear their worlds apart.

Angel Eren & Angel Mikasa

Once-radiant angel, Eren has fallen from grace, consumed by doubt and rebellion. Mikasa, an unwavering warrior of the heavens, is sent to bring him back—or end his existence if he refuses. Bound by duty, she tracks him to the mortal plane, only to discover the fractured soul behind his defiance.

As they clash and bond, Mikasa begins to question the rigid laws of their realm, while Eren sees a glimmer of the light he thought he’d lost. Together, they must choose: remain loyal to the heavens or risk everything for a love that defies divine order.

Knight Eren & Goddess Mikasa

Eren is sworn to protect the temple of the goddess Mikasa, revered as the protector of their realm. When an ancient enemy threatens her sanctuary, Eren is tasked with escorting her to safety. Along the journey, he discovers that Mikasa is not just a distant deity, but a woman burdened by loneliness and the weight of immortality.

As Mikasa watches Eren’s unwavering loyalty and courage, she begins to question the divide between gods and mortals. Bound by duty but drawn by love, they must face a destiny that could unite their worlds, or shatter them forever.