#go my huzzle

[funkbun]

could you prechance draw huzzle mug… silly muppet bird thang‼️

it's sooo everything to me...

[ripplefields]

GO MY 3D GROVE YURI

[pictuajjx]

heh guys. I great god grove on her great god ***** AM I RIGHT FELLAS

[sunsetcorvid]

i don't know what i did but i guess godpoke is dead now (second voice is my boyfriend @kryptickrow )

@limbolanegames tagging in case yall wanna see this, might be a bug?? might have somehow softlocked myself??? i am Unsure but it's a little funny either way

[artuurle]

1. The idea of reanimated Click Clack hidden away and just editing all the time while not seeing Thespius very often is sad as hell oh my god. Imagine coming back wrong, KNOWING that something is wrong but you don’t know exactly what, and the only person you see suddenly stops seeing you.

2. Poor Huzzle! Thespius is missing and now It has realized that Thespius did something and then just…hid it away without telling anyone like some kind of failed pottery item or something.

Yeah, It's kinda hard For Thespius to visit for long because after a short while it starts making him a bit of a miserable wreck, it also cements to Cliff's mind he's just doing something to make the god hate him he cant quite pick up on. 100% one of those situations that's like a festering ourobourical wound. When Thespius left he assumed it's because of something he did, was his editing too harsh or did he miss a cue? Completely unaware the god was absolutely wracked with guilt and mourning.

Huzzle is completely normal and Doesn't want to start biting it promises. Hey Thespius come a little closer. don't worry about it.

[gloomyteddybear]

why framing matters

oneshot

cw/tw: it's more of an attempt at blackmail than anything, small-town typical 'tudes, it is now canon that 'prey! ghost popped a boner! also, homestuck ashen quadrants in a non-homestuck FF yay! and they kiss in the end!

i got the brainworms rn. straight up researching dialects for a fictinal american man written by canadians. then i remembered the bastard moved around a lot so he prolly picked up some new words

n-knee-way. continuation of 'prey!, this time MC's pov!

the two main things about small towns is that 1: everyone knows somebody. there's few enough people to share your attention to without spreading it too thin, at the very least remember their face enough to feel sympathy. so if they die it hits hard; fewer people means that the odds are higher, it's like shooting fish in a barrel.

in small towns you are 1 in a 1000, while in cities the odds are rarer 1-100.000. in a such a cramped town where everyone knows everyone, to do that is either a sign that they're stupid, have an accomplice or a real attention seeker.

and 2: word travels fast; specially if it is a tragedy, gossip is like rotten carrion for the vultures--- specially reporters and journalists. however, theres a instinctual hesitation to point fingers, 'they'd never hurt a fly' can only do so much to quell distrust. yes, they'd never say you did it, still treating you like they always did, defending your innocence and sweeping accusations under the rug--- but there's still that way some people look at you, the boat rockers to be precise. they'd never say it to your face, thanks to your friends, but they know.

i-told-you-so's already curled in their tongue like trying to hide a bullet on open-not-hiding-anything hands, the anticipation made them dangerous, you just knew. the way one wrong step is all it takes--- how a frightened deer might dash its brains against a tree in the scramble to flee a predator; or worse, trigger fingers on cowards that'd flinch a 'ready, go!'-shot on the air and begin the racing stampede. mass-hysteria herd-mentality. 

your friends-acquaintances-neighbors they'd rather deny on one's guilt, at least until the truths staring straight at them... unless one's an outsider. you were born an outsider, sure you were conceived and raised here. but you'd never fit in.

but, jed, meek door-mat who was not even here for a fraction of your lifetime was accepted with open arms.

ain't that unfair? 

a boring, condescendingly soft-spoken man with one of those 'aren’t i so charming and genuine, please like me’ smiles already curling his lips, they don't know him like they knew you. he had time to perfect the act. he's a novelty-clean slate of a man.

you muttered to yourself, "what can you do? you win some, you lose some,” you shrugged in consolation, "life’s fair like that.” you clean the counter harder.

it's not his fault, rationally you know it. somebody's gotta win somebody's gotta lose. he's not the one that put the cheese in the maze, it's these 'small town neighbors' types that pinned you two against eachother (although, you admit, the bitterness is rather one-sided). you're not a sore loser--- but this...you're already on thin ice, this could shatter it. this is what it feels to come second. without the damn cheese you'd starve---but it's fine. could be worse.

so. jed-one, you-zero

then, worse comes. some nosy ghost thinks he can waltz into your special little picnic, the same ghost who've been making tensions run high with paranoia. it's already bad enough without all the pointing fingers.

but you choked him, he was smart-dumb about it. dumb in the way he stayed down and didn't react when you did, let you take your anger out on him or at least until you lose interest, you could've killed him. but smart enough to know that defending himself would make it worse. like encountering a moose or a bear. you'd crush his skull.

he popped a fear-boner. you think. maybe an actual arousal boner, that's why he groped the tiny-thin bones of your wrist instead of breaking them. and destroy the grass. that too. you judge only a bit--- figures, serial killers aren't the most well adjusted people in the world. and one with that type of crime-scenes, probably has some psychosexual issues going on.

he bumbled away from your grasp like a fresh-born fawn after. he needed-deserved that win. ghost: one, you: zero. ugh. but it was by the goodness of your heart.

a 'ring!' on the door-chime and a hoarse "hey, sorry hi." brings an end to your musings and delivers jed, who waltzes in when you're about to close for the night. sporting a shiny new turtleneck that you just know these damn granny's drool over.

jed notices you staring at the new fashion statement, he smiled self-deprecatively "i look way-too-much like a churchy in my sunday best, don't i?"

he could see the white of your eyes from all the glaring.

he winced, pursing his lips like he ate something sour "sorry- like, i also have a graveyard if that makes you feel better?" he smiles winsomely, like the brownosed lapdog he is

he makes his order and smiles, you almost stop yourself from slamming it on the counter "sorry again." he slips a crushed bill out of his messenger bag and doesn't stay for you to give him his change, at least he tips well.

when you finish closing down for the night, locking the back-door, jed was hanging out by the back entrance.

you already knew, despite his doormat demeanor he was just like you. dead eyes. he at least had the 'decency' to hide his horns.

but that didn't mean you couldn't pretend that you didn't--- act startled and hit him in your 'surprise', as a treat. it should at least cut down the sneaking-up-on behaviour straight from the bud. you're not going to encourage that kind of stuff, specially since your latest voyeur probably managed to get enough to blackmail you (but for some odd reason, despite his reputation---he didn't use it, yet.)

you swung.

you: one. jed: one. tie.

"oh fuck..." he breathlessly mutters, cradling his bloodied nose.

"jed!" you fake a gasp. and trotted towards him, fussing over him with the hem of your clothes to staunch the bleesing. not broken, good.

"there we go, it hurts still right? but don't you feel better without all that blood on your face?" you coo like you’re soothing a startled wild animal. the same way hunters soothe a rabbit in a trap, clicking their tongue and making soft, gentle sounds until they can get a good angle at it's neck. 

and that's what you did.

he sags, as if all the fight leaves his body, in that oh-so familiar way--- you'd wave it off as a fear response (fight, flight, freeze, fawn, flop), but... it scratches at a very lovely-fresh memory, raw, still. pink and new--- shoes skidding backwards to slam himself against the harsh textured wall, making you pin him down like a tack in a conspiracy-board. he fumbles around his torso- one hand still at your wrist, padding for the strap on his shoulder.

he manages to overturn his messenger bag, scattering polaroids all over the concrete. it's you!

not you red-handed during the act of burial (it makes you reconsider his identity again). but still some... not incriminating but definitely putting the last nail on line of nails on the iceberg--- just a small knock with a hammer, is enough to split that down the middle (these metaphors are getting worse and worse)--- you wont get arrested but people will take matters into their own hands.

not fully un-rightfully. because-yes, you're a serial killer, but also no: you didn't kill those guys, so you would probably get vigilante'd for the sins of- and as the ghostface.

still enough to be usable as blackmail, a tiebreaker.

you falter, and he takes the opportunity to use the gap in your hands to breathe. “do it.” he gasps.

did he want to die? "dont worry, it'll all be over soon."

"don't. want it to last." ah, no, masochism. damn, what do they feed these journalists? maybe the jokes about their tendency to get into trouble was right.

red-blue-magenta-mix lights creeps-in near the alley like the neon-sign of a shitty night club--- as if you could get burned, you instinctively press closer against that cramped little corner in the alleyway, squeezing in like you're trying to get a spot in the dark. a patrol car. not immediate danger but definitely bad. 

this was timed way too right, planned. he probably memorized their route like the chess-player he is.

you're not playing chess, though. you always preferred social-deduction games instead, the one where cheating people and lying is encouraged. the dirtiest trick of them all, you kiss him softly on the lips for good luck. you never said you were below underhanded tactics.

"don't do this to me." he growled.

you smiled, squeezed tighter until his eyes got all sleepy, and he passes out.

you run. as un-incriminating these photos of you are, these probably incriminate him instead.

your win. 

ghost-jed: two. you: two

you're evenly matched, joy, you have a playmate.

[w1tchcr4ftt]

Okay its decided Im gonna make the Huzzle Mug blog but I need name ideas for it

also random sentences it says would be great cus idr all its dialogue

[scribblelimbo]

My designs so far for @clickety-clacker's Fusion AU: Song and Art!

Song is named Haymony, and she's a mix of Thespius and Cobigail. Art is named .png (<- title) Finnel Art Lastname, Fin for short and finalfinalfinalLastVersion_V10_final_thisone.png for long, it's a mix of Huzzle and Thespius.

Go check out Rhi's AU if you haven't already, it's really good! Now for some extra planning sketches below:

[seltzer-tastes-pretty-good]

So, you wanna fight a god in a grove - GGG headcanons (will include some spoilers)

Because Great God Grove is my new fixation at the moment

Some headcanons on if you approached any of the gods in Great God Grove, and also how they'd respond to you actually trying it

Gonna be spoilers below the cut, just a heads up

Mitternacht:

If you say you're gonna do it: Might laugh you off, but also reprimand you on the subject. It's already poor form to pick on your elders, after all. You will also almost definitely get that "two of every animal on a boat" line from the main game as well

If you try it: First of all, shame on you. Second off, you're gonna be lifted up by the back of your shirt collar and gently placed down somewhere where you can sit in time out and think about what you tried to do. A dedicated god fighter might as well see results...and if they try it, they better like boats

Cobigail:

If you say you're gonna do it: Definitely gonna be the most enthusiastic about your efforts. You wanna try it, better give it all you got. She outnumbers you in arms and triples you in height. She's about to find out what a blood sacrifice is like, but she's gonna get it on her own...KIDDING! Well, she assumes you were just talking tough too

If you try it: Oh? You weren't kidding? Oh well. Gonna likely try to intimidate you away, still. That's more for your state than hers, though. As mentioned, she's huge and I'm pretty sure even a light bunch from any of those arms could prove fatal. Would likely humor you until she tires of it, then would casually toss you back into the schoolhouse from where you came from. Also prepare for mean/confused looks from onlookers thinking you were trying to threaten the harvest and several large roots popping up out of places to jumpscare you

Thespius

If you say you're gonna do it: Does he look like a guy who's ready to fight anything? He's gonna try and laugh you off at first, maybe question why you wanna do this? It's not like a mortal is getting anything out of this aside...bragging rights? In which case, congrats! You just beat up an all-powerful being that people were trying to look up too. You don't really come out of this, looking good

If you try it: Not even gonna throw a play-punch. All that's gonna happen is you get escorted from his cloud and likely not gonna be welcome back soon. Very common theme among these gods; more keen on just moving you someplace where you're not a danger to yourself

Click Clack

If you say you're gonna do it: then you're gonna get a long laugh out of them, followed by coming up with a humerous narrative on the subject. Will probably be the type to bring up that 'coughing baby vs hydrogen bomb' meme around you

"And spoiler alert" says Click Clack, "You're not the bomb in that scenario"

If you try it: You get hit on the head with that typewriter of theirs. Even then, just because their the smallest of the gods doesn't mean their not gonna be able to throw hands all the same. Hey, now that I think about it, fighting a god is probably a really bad idea

Bauhuazzo:

If you say you're gonna do it:

"No you're not." - Bauhazzo

If you try it: Have you ever tried fighting something made of solid stone? It's not gonna be an easy fight. He's going to wait until you get tired out, then, you guessed it, escort you out of his premises, and leave you to the judging angry looks of those in BuzzHuzz

Huzzlemug:

If you say you're gonna do it: This question honestly large depends on it's mood. It might shadow box with you for a bit to test your 'bravastrengusto', it might find your attempts to threaten someone like it hilarious, it might just up and tell you to "Leave." Bottom line, probably not gonna get serious

If you try it: ...that is, unless you throw the first punch. Like I said, it depends. You might get the 'get off my lawn' treatment (which you should be very used too by now), or you could get knocked out of BuzzHuzz altogether or, if Huzzle is sufficiently either angry or excited enough then, congratulations! This is the first god so far whom I'd think would actually genuinely fight you!

Inspekta

If you say you're gonna do it: Well, first of all, if they hear you say that, get ready to be jumped by any Bizzyboys in the vicinity for saying that. Second off, Inspekta will take it as a silly lil joke. He's not the type to be in-timid-dated by a mortal. Might also be the shadowboxing type, maybe throw a playpunch, but that's it

If you try it: Thankfully, Inspekta's the one god we do see fight. Granted, I doubt he was really out for blood, so we don't know what his full strength is like, but from what I seen, you probably ain't leaving much a scratch on the guy. Remember when I said Cobigail outnumbered you in hands to throw? Inspekta can do that, but literally. You probably ain't winning here

King

If you say you're gonna do it: Then congrats, you got a whole bunch of other gods mad at you, and Razzmatazz to boot. This is the main case where it's not the one you're threatening you need to worry about. King is very unlikely to try and humor the idea of hurting you, especially if you're just a high-strung/overly confident mortal

If you try it: You're gonna stop trying quick. King can settle the differences between gods, she can probably handle whatever's possessing you to challenge gods to fist fights

[mage-ical-character-person]

Thinking about how Bauhauzzo consistently refers to Huzzle Mug as his sibling but Huzzle pretty much exclusively calls Bau its best friend (or… variations of that. It’s Huzzle, after all)

I don’t think Huzzle Mug cares for Bauhauzzo any less, though. I’m just thinking about the fact Bau clearly thinks of it as a sibling, but Huzzle Mug just doesn’t make that association.

Maybe in Huzzle’s human life it didn’t get along great with its family.

Like I’m imagining Huzzle meeting Bauhauzzo for the first time and thinking he’s like… stuffy and boring and going “Ugh… you remindsame of my boremetons familygroup” and Bau just on the verge of tears going “…Really? I am like family to you? Truly, I am?”

and as they started getting along better Huzzle stopped comparing Bauhauzzo to its family because to Huzzle Mug that is not a positive association. Meanwhile Bau (strikes me as someone from a larger but very tight-knit family.) is seeing Huzzle as a sibling more and more.

[yugsly]

WHAT CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT HUZZLE MUG

It's like if the concept of "going sicko mode" was channeled into one singular being. Silly. You'll learn more soon <3 Huzzle makes my heart do spins!

[tixuctoad]

Haiiii! Can I request Huzzle Mug from Great Gods Grove?

Specifically the kissing one but with black lipstick marks…

I know it’s design is a tiny bit complicated so take all the time you need :] (or just ignore this if it’s too complicated)

Thanks so much!

Trying to get back into the swing of requests I've literally just been sitting in a corner going insane over Sebastian Solace the past few days 😭😭😭🙏

Anyways OUUUUUUUUUUGHS ITS COLORS HUZZLE MUGS COLOR PALLETTE IS LITERALLY MY TOP FAVORITE COLORS

[cephalofrog]

bunch of words about GGG's worldbuilding (mostly from a social perspective)

part 1: time

okay so let's put a timeline together. stuff we know:

mitternacht was the first god

bauhauzzo was the second god, and has been a god for at least 3300 years ("I have closed the rift a hundred times before, I have.")

huzzle was third, and is almost as old as mitternacht (huzzle created megapon, mitternacht describes megapon as "almost as old as I")

thespius was fourth. we don't know exactly when he ascended, but byoolah's dialogue seems to suggest he was human at the same time as click clack.

cobigail was fifth and we know she ascended 99 years before the events of the game (bibo dialogue)

click clack was sixth and we know he ascended 66 years before the events of the game (bibo dialogue)

inspekta was seventh and we know he ascended 33 years before the events of the game (bibo dialogue)

and then there's king, who ascends during the events of the game

so, what this seems to imply to me is that miss M ascended 3000-4000 years ago, followed shortly (not necessarily during adjacent rifts, but within the next couple hundred years) by bauhauzzo and huzzle (most likely not picked democratically unlike the modern gods), followed by a 3000-year or so gap in which those three were the only gods. then thespius was the first god to get voted in democratically during modern times, followed by an unknown (likely 1 rift max) gap then cobi, clicky, etc.

an interesting note is that bauhauzzo, when talking about king, says "we do not often elect a new god so swiftly after the last" but like... dude, there have been gods picked (at least) 4 rifts in a row at this point. the people demand gods. which makes sense - can you imagine if we were able to ascend one person to godhood democratically every 33 years? there would never be one that goes by without someone being picked. speaking of which

part 2: democracy and its implications

I want you to imagine for a moment that a magic door appears in the sky and that humanity, collectively, has to pick one single person to send through that door to become a god. really imagine it. holy fuck it would be AWFUL.

every god picked prior to inspekta has been a shockingly good person. based on inspekta we know that becoming a god doesn't make your shittiness just go away so like... for miss M, hauzzo, and huzzle we can assume that they just got lucky with them all being decent people (since, again, I don't think those three were democratically elected, and miss M definitely wasn't), but from (probably) thespius onwards humanity has democratically banded together to elect gods that are chill, kind, and most shockingly of all, non-power-hungry people. inspekta was the first L and even then he's able to be talked down from his bullshit pretty easily.

furthermore, there are big social implications from the gods that were picked to ascend. thespius as a god is a GNC, openly trans man. even if he wasn't openly trans as a human, unless he went through a shocking personality shift as a god, he was still a soft-spoken, artsy, emotional guy. cobigail didn't appear to be a celebrity or even really famous - at most, she seemed to be a community leader in milldread. king is an deeply GNC woman - in fact, her gender doesn't even appear to be public knowledge, with her being referred to exclusively using they/them until the mitternacht cutscene in inspekta's den. all this contains a lot of implications.

first off, democracy in GGG's world is incredibly non-corrupt. presumably, people are well-educated and thoughtful enough to band around voting in gods that are actually good people. I would assume that a huge majority of support is required to become a god, but awful people can gain huge bases of support if they play things right. there's also a possibility (in my opinion, pretty likely) that the other gods just won't accept a candidate for godhood if they're obviously corrupt. would explain the 3000 year gap in between the ancient gods and the modern ones - humanity was sorting its shit out so that democracy finally actually works.

this, to me, implies that the world of GGG is practically utopian in comparison to ours. that being said, it's clearly not perfect - damaging profit incentives still exist (rick brick confirms this), and the drain is I think stated by the devs as well as implied by the bizzyboys' (particularly capochin's) and inspekta's characters to be a rough place. not everyone is perfectly happy, but people in general appear to be much more content than in our world, with most issues caused by misunderstandings rather than malice.

next, GGG's world is pretty much entirely egalitarian, at least as far as gender goes. if a trans guy is a god, there's no way that transphobia is the kind of systemic issue it is in our world - I know outliers can exist, but there is not a single (openly) trans person even close to leading a country in our world, and this is not just a country leader, this is a GOD. not only that, but he was the (again, presumably) very first democratically elected god - that would be a long shot in a world where transphobia exists in basically any form. we meet a ton of nonbinary characters in the game - huzzle, razzma, bayker, and click clack just to name a few, and none of this is ever questioned. however, there's one group in the game for which gender does appear to matter:

part 3: bizzyboys

the bizzyboys all being male, as well as having their names assigned to them by authority, is not a very difficult bit of commentary to figure out - authoritarianism controls your identity to control you, it demands conformity (to masculinity, for its enforcers) gender-wise and assigns identification as it sees fit. but in terms of the actual material reality of GGG's world, it's a bit more complicated - the bizzyboys aren't aggressively forced to present masculine or have masculine interests. patty wears a flower, vibiano has an interest in fashion. they all wear similar uniforms, but are allowed to modify them as they see fit.

maybe this is to tell them apart, maybe this is cause inspekta's plan hasn't reached its final form yet, but given everything else about gender in this world, I personally don't think it even makes sense to say that the bizzyboys are like that because they (or more specifically, 'spek and cappy) aspire to masculinity in a patriarchal way, because patriarchy doesn't seem to exist. maleness is demanded from the bizzyboys, sure, but that's not (in my opinion!) because masculinity is seen as superior like how it is in our world, it's because they want to control that aspect of the bizzyboys and male just happens to be the gender that was picked (presumably because it's inspekta's gender). I'm gonna go ahead and say bizzyboys don't have to be cis males - capochin makes the godpoke an honourary bizzyboy, and he has no idea what their agab is. besides, given how trans the world is, I think that an organisation as respected as the bizzyboys excluding anyone who isn't amab isn't really likely to happen.

that being said, as I said earlier, out-of-universe the bizzyboys were made specifically MALE for a reason. an interpretation where this is demanded of them due to an in-universe prioritisation of maleness is valid (I've seen trans hector and cappy headcanons based upon this interpretation). I, personally, just don't read the world of GGG, in-universe, as working that way, because I find it both more logical based on what we see and more interesting for it to work differently. I have a lot of headcanons here that extend to how gender is treated in the entire wider GGG world but I think that's a topic for a different post

[pespillo]

in your be kind my gods au, do you think the other gods can understand Lady Trudy or not? Or maybe just King can? (though some kind of communication god ability, knowing all the languages, even Trudy's)

this is a GREAT question actually , we know that people who Follow Trudy can understand her right on, they do have to Learn the code probably on their own but once you are blessed by her youre good to go.

i think for the Grove Gods it goes in a spectrum, Mitternacht is obviously gonna understand her since shes the oldest god and Trudy´s language probably developed thru her godhood so shes familiarized herself with it, same for Bauhauzzo and Huzzle Mug, but Huzzle hates writing it down , because it just wants to start stylizing it immediately n it becomes a garbled mess very easily that way, for Thespius he basically understands it with like a really really heavy accent on top of it , he actually prefers going by it with sign language (yes i think Trudy followers have also developed their own sign language , after all , youve got a lot of hands) , Click Clack understands a little but can just infer from it by tone and his omnipotence, they can basically narrate what Something is supposed to mean most of the time. Cobigail doesnt know a goddamn lick of it, if she knew at some point she has completely forgotten abt it, but if she Tries to just sit down an talk with Trudy they probably can end up gesturing n communicating that way.

Inspekta doesnt know of it because he´s terrified of her and cannot open his mind to it, plus he´s never met her after all , well. only in a dream a really really long time ago ;]

King hasnt met her yet! but she will find herself surprised that she can hear her and understand her extremely clearly, it would freak her a bit that she just happens to know how to read it too, like its always been with her all along.

[artuurle]

Begging for more bauhauzzo headcanons … or huzzle mug……. The ascension hc’s were really, really peak head in hands

what about a headcanon about both? *If * we can believe the Bizzyboys, Buzzhuzz had a lot of strict laws in the past, and while you can interpret as from being before Bauzzie ascended, I like to think it was laws that were made with good intention based off of what he's witnessed over the years to protect his people unaware he was choking them.

Huzzle mug was the person to go out and "set him straight", tired of being stifled by a god it assumed was a major ass, only to find the god's reaction being very very sorrowful he was hurting the inhabitants of Buzzhuzz.

This where the relationship between Bauzzie and Huzzle started, and how Huzzle earned the title of "the god of Innovation", Huzzle helped him make Buzzhuzz the way it was now and helped reinforce the important ties between art and history to the god. It was THE pioneer the town AND the good needed! Bonus Huzzle image cuz it deserves art on this post too.

my favorite cunty Lamp <3

[artificialintellegencefreak]

Godpoke-sona!! Detail rambling and headcanons below the cut (Like a lot. A lot a lot)

Details about my creature in no specific order

-No one knows their name and when asked they jokingly replied with 'N, you'll have to earn the rest of the letters.' Their chosen name back home was Horns, they're thinking of changing it though.

-They're mute though fluent in sign language (a drainfolk variant), this has some complications. Not everyone knows sign of course so they usually carry around a notebook if they absolutely have to resort to writing conversations, Megapon has helped a lot.

-This unfortunately means they can't talk to Alexei at all without Megapon. :( (Someone please teach my mans to read???)

-Non-binary/Agender/???, they don't really care about gender, they're them and that's that. (They/Them before coming to the Grove but meeting Huzzle gave them some confidence so now they're trialing They/It)

-Drainfolk! An Earth family adopted them as a baby, this has had...consequences.

-Furry all over, it's technically green but it's such a dark shade most people assume it's black, you can really only tell in bright direct light.

-When their Earth family took them in they thought it would be pretty easy to hide the fact that Godpoke was drainfolk. They grew up trained to be completely covered head to toe, they were given the option to be completely shaved otherwise. Needless to say they've gotten very used to long pants and sweatshirts even in the middle of summer. They're familiar friends with heat exhaustion.

-Their horns are very small, only an inch or so and rather dull sticking straight up from their forehead. They're kind of glad they never got any longer, it would make it hard to wear hats.

-It was a bit of a tense time when their horns grew in. They had been allowed to leave their hair out, it looked natural enough but now they had to add hat's to their regular outfit. It was... a lot. They've gotten used to being invisible or trying to avoid attention. Becoming the Godpoke has been a big change.

-They don't really have proper claws, they're not even sharp enough to help open boxes. But they wore gloves to cover them anyway. No beans on their hands sorry :(

-Their eyes don't actually glow, but because they're such a bright color in contrast to their dark fur it's definitely giving cat eyes in the dark.

-They're kind of uncomfortable being exposed at all, but they're also pretty sick of being over heated all the time. So the poncho is a compromise, covered, but breezy! (Razzma helped them find it.) They're not quite ready to try shorts.

-The bandana is a new addition but they've been so used to neither being seen nor heard growing up that they never really developed proper social queues. They absolutely cannot smile on command and generally look about emotional as a brick wall. (Provided that brick wall is not Bauhauzzo)

-The messenger bag goes with them everywhere. It contains a water bottle, a notebook and lately, Megapon! (We'll say hammer space is readily accessible to people in this universe. Seriously why is Megapon that big.)

-Quick Trigger warning for this one! (Unintentional self harm) Because my godpoke is a reflection of myself I unfortunately gave them my bad habit. :( I've got chronic 'pick-at-skin-around-your-fingernails-till-you-bleed' so my godpoke scratches at their arm till it bleeds a lot. It's unintentional but tends to happen more when they're stressed. Post rift their arm is almost always bandaged. :(

-Quick tangent, I imagine in addition to their designated domains, the gods also have some mortal assigned dominions. I.E. Huzzle Mug is the patron god of trans people! While Godpoke did come to see King's ascension (at least that's what they told people back home) they also came to see Huzzle Mug for a 'blessing'.

-Headcanon: Huzzle Mug loves being seen as the patron trans god, and sees trans people finding themselves as an act of self invention. It often helps people with their transition via a godly boon, (Huzzle does a lot of magical top/bottom surgery). It can't alter bodies too much though, that much godly energy would probably fry a mortal brain, so alas it cannot make you a dragon but sometimes people come to it with more out there requests. Asking for inhuman traits isn't unheard of and generally accepted in the Grove, but as more animalistic traits are seen as a sign of drainfolk heritage most people don't ask for those.

-(I imagine drainfolk come in a very wide variety of forms. Why you might ask, when our greatest representation is a bunch of similar looking funny little blue guys? Housecat Man. Housecat Man is why. What's his deal? Where'd he come from?)

-So! My Godpoke's tail is not natural! They asked Huzzle Mug for it after everything settled down and it was clear they were going to be staying in the Grove for a while.

-My Godpoke is very used to being ignored or just straight up not noticed so the tails' purpose is two-fold; to help them feel more like 'themself' and also! To be loud! It looks mostly furry to match the rest of them, but has layered scales on the underside that they can shake to imitate a rattle snake's rattle and a stiff mat of fur at the end that if they whip just right can make a whip crack sound. They really only do that if they feel they're being talked over though. Just because they don't have a voice doesn't mean they don't have something to say.

Anyway if you read this far, thanks! Hope you enjoyed my little guy.