#go my huzzle

[funkbun]

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

it's sooo everything to me...

[determunition]

i should draw these two together more often, i think their friendship would be absolutely incomprehensible; they regularly get into abbot and costello tier battles of semantics and whack each other with cartoon mallets for enrichment

[ripplefields]

GO MY 3D GROVE YURI

[spider-centrall]

Ok

[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.

[pictuajjx]

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

[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

[summertiide]

hence nothing remains except for our regrets

sometimes you just gotta smash your interests together like playdough!!! here's the Great God Grove gods in OFF's style!

shoutout to @weirdalchemy for the sketch of Huzzle Mug's pose and a ton of help in working out the other ones!

the full-sized + unsprited sketches / some assorted rambling under the cut!

link to the bizzyboys!

turning them into little 200px max sprites lost some of the detail i really enjoyed on some of them (thespius basically lost all of his hair flowers, and bauhauzzo lost a few nice rock-chipping details i was super fond of u_u), so i figured i'd include my sketches also!

a few extra design notes from while i was trying to figure everything out

i wanted to keep Miss Mitternacht really simple, and tried to lean into the early-game boss sort of look! (i was also trying to remember how to get the sketchy-pencil texture to translate into the smaller versions, oops)

Cobigail and Inspekta were the first ones i thought of when i decided to make all of them! Cobigail's jumpscare face was an instant pick, even if i lost all of those extra little lines in the spriting process

drawing typewriters is a nightmare. people who draw Click Clack all the time at his typewriter are stronger than i could possibly imagine

i got stuck on Thespius for a while, and he was the second to last one i finished - he's a lover, not a fighter!!! i wound up sort of trying to take an angle similar to Sugar's in OFF, an optional boss who you have to deliberately go for (i have this distinct vision in my mind of a boss track for him called "Swansong")

Bauhauzzo is meant to look kind of stuck in the ground, like an obelisk!

Inspekta was taken for sort of a "busted doll" look, from that bit in the art book where they said he was animated to "move like a plushie"! he was my favorite of the bunch to work on, even if the hands were kind of a Situation

it was kind of a bummer that more of King's eye-veil didn't turn out in the sprite, but i couldn't quite find a way to make it show up without making it hide her face too much! people drawing her posing with the sword was a huge source of inspiration, though, it just felt right

i might do more of these sometime soon - maybe the Bizzyboys as a sort of group fight? i also thought about doing a Godpoke Batter type of look but i couldn't quite figure out how to finagle that, but i may try again later on!

[thegroveofgreatgods]

King and Hector accidentally getting into a fight at Waffle House while the bizzyboys and gods watch, oh boy that be hilarious.

We put our heart in dis one, hope ya like it!

Picture by @bizzyboysbizzydays

Transcript Below Cut VVV

[King had accidentally bumped into Hector, getting syrup from his pancakes all over his sweater]

King: Aw jeez, sorry about that Hector-!

Hector: M-my favorite Cardigan!! Vibiano made me this! And now it's gots maple syrup all over it!!

King: Don't worry non, I can help you get that ou-

Hector: Yew! Yew did that on poipose!!

King: Hey now, of course not-!

Hector: Yea yew did!! Dere's no way dat was an Ack-see-dent!! Yewwww-!

Capo: Ah boy, dere he goes…

Patty: Should…should we do somethin'??

Capo: I wanna see where dis goes.

King: Settle down, Hector.

Hector: Don't YEW tell me to settle down! [Pushes King]

[The BizzyBoys gasp] Patty: Ohhhh he's done it now!

Alexei: Gotta get me some popcorn-!

Vibi: Aw, I made dat sweater…

King: ! Now you watch yerself, pardner!!

Hector: And what are YEW gonna do, pacifist?!

King: I'm serious, Hector.

Hector: I'll show YEW serious! [Goes to push her again, but this time King grabs him by the wrist and twists his arm behind his back] OOOWWW OWOW OUCH OUCH-!

Capo: Tssss- oooo…dat's gotta hoit

Ban: Oh snaps! It's like I'm watchin' Cobra Kai!

King: I warned ya-! [Hector then flings her forward over the counter] AAHH-!!

Hector: Ha! Howdya like DAT cowboy?!

[King suddenly lunges over the counter]

King: RAAHHHH

Hector: HOLY SHI-

[Fighting noises proceed]

Missy M: Oh my gods!! I-I can't watch -!

Cobi: I can! Thepsius! Get a gander!!

Thespius: What's up Cobi-oh…OH- …tssss…ooo…that's gotta hurt.

Click Clack: [The god of storytelling wants to look away, but the amount of humor and irony makes it too compelling…]

Hector: OUUUUCH OUCH OUCH LET MY HAIR GO!

King: Not until you let mine go!!

Capo: GET EM!! MAKE EM CRY!!

Patty: [Whispers] Bawss who are you rooting for??

Capo: [Whispers] King obviously, let's not forget who tried to end de entire world outta jealousy.

Patty: Ohhhh!! YEA MAKE EM CRY!!!

Huzzle: Rustletusslehousing in the Wafflemaking Homehouse?? Crazisanity!!!

Bau: …I think I will call the authorities, yes…

[yugsly]

Hi Yugo!

I'm trying to clean up some basic details and add sources to the GGG wiki. I feel like I read somewhere that you don't mind what pronouns are used for the characters but I can't seem to find it so maybe I dreamed it lol

Can I please get a confirmation if that's true (if you feel like it) so I can use this ask as a source?

And also if you can say what your own personal default pronouns are for the Gods at least even if it is flexible (like Huzzle Mug being it/its) that would really help!

Feel free to ignore if it's tiresome or irrelevant though! Have a nice day!

No prob! I've answered both of those things, let me see if I can find those asks for you. Here about the general pronouns Here about the god pronouns It's true. Go nuts with the pronouns. Do whatever you want. I don't even know what my own pronouns should be. Slay Cheers. Look through my "ggg qna" tag for general trivia. I try my best to tag them all.

[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:

[flicks-random-stuff]

And a nightfolk Huzzle to go with my last two posts as well…

[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

[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.