#godlings verse

[darkangel0410]

2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 14

sorry so many its only bc im obsessed with you and love your brain! and really genuinely interested in how it works!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Don't apologize, I love talking writing stuff with you!!! This did get super long, tho, so I'm putting it under a cut:

2) What is your favorite fic of yours?

I mean, the real answer is all of them, lbr, but I'm really proud of trouble at my door (the necromancer au!!) because I love the worldbuilding I did, and it's basically the first case fic I ever wrote, and fight scenes that don't lead to sex!!! And a really good sex scene, too, if I do say so myself

3) What fic of yours do you think is underrated?

Hmmm, there's a couple answers for this, one of which is trouble at my door again, lol, but probably (this one) to the grave - it's an ultra rarepair (Chris Kreider/John Tavares), but I love the werewolf worldbuilding I dit, and sometimes I think about revisiting it

4) What fic of yours were you surprised by how popular it was?

Oh, probably any Tkachuks or Hughes (or Fantilis now, I guess lol) fic that gets over like 20 kudos or more than a couple comments, tbh. I get so much pushback from fandom (anon and otherwise) about writing it that it's always weird to me if they do well in that way

6) Do you outline your fics? If so, how?

I do not usually - for a series, I'll make notes as I go so I don't Joss myself, and if there's a case (so basically, necromancer au and in death au lmaoo) I make notes about it, but usually I just have an idea - what if Thom Bordelau was a necromancer? What if Jack Eichel was a crime lord? What if Trevor Zegras was a werewolf? and on and on forever - and then I sit down and start writing it to see what happens. After a few hundred words I mostly know how I want it to end, and what happens to get there. But I don't outline it the way plotters generally do - I tried before, when I was still figuring out my process for writing, but when I do write done everything like that first I don't want to write it anymore because the story feels told to me then, and my brain's satisfied.

8) Do you take inspiration from real life? If so how do you incorporate it into your fics?

Yeah, some - I think to a certain extent every writer does, we can't help it. As for how it ends up in fics...I think it's mostly little things, like. Someone's favorite song or drink - large iced mocha, extra chocolate from DD baybee (Turcs fave btw) - the way they tilt their head to the side when they ask questions, how impatient they are with people sometimes.

I do bring a lot of sex/kink/bdsm experience to my fic, too, I think - not necessarily in the sense that I write everyone having the same kinks as me, but I've been around kink and dungeons almost my whole adult life so there's stuff I know how to write that I'm not always into, and it makes it easier to have seen it done irl, or know someone who's into whatever I'm writing.

It also means I get a lot of people poking at me, through their own fic or in my inbox, about stuff that I've written, but at least there's hardly any death threats any more, unlike when I first started writing bdsm AUs/fics 😂😂😂

14) What is something you wrote in a fic that you are hoping readers picked up on but you don't know if they did? And/or, what is something that you were excited that readers did pick up on?

Oh this is such a good question - there's a couple, really, one of which is in (take this) to your grave by the end of that fic John's a very specific kind of crazy, and I love when readers picked up on that ❤️❤️❤️ there's also a part in the godlings verse where it's explained why Auston always looks so cranky when he's in Toronto (it's because he's the son of Apollo and he loathes cold weather lol) and I love the couple people who picked up on it 💕💕💕

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Thank you for asking!!!! It was alot of fun!! ❤️❤️❤️ (fic writers ask meme)

[huntershowl-moving]

thinking about how seph's life is doomed by default. without intervention, their story is a tragedy — it's a flip of a coin whether her revenge succeeds or not, but either option leads to a bad end. either she kills adeo and lets her enemies kill her soon after, or she fails and vanishes from the face of the earth one final time.

but in some verses where they succeed and subsequently die, they return as a copper god ( minor god ) of revenge and protecting innocence. their soul is restless and full of devotional passion; the gods see that. they accept the blood sacrifice persephone made of both herself & adeo, and in return, she is ascended to a higher purpose.

ghost, demon, deity. it's all the same to her. and it's all the same to the people who watched her rise from the grave as something worse.

in ascended form, persephone takes the form of a wolf or a woman; even in humanoid visage, though, the beast-face is somewhat superimposed over her own ( think ranni from elden ring ).

domain: vengeance, darkness, war, corrupted rebirth, protecting innocence & avenging it when it is lost. signs and omens: a knife, a gun, a wolf's tooth. water turned to blood. a particularly dark shadow. a distant scream.

[stygicniron]

Anonymous asked:

who did this to you? // from thanatologies

Ask Meme -- @thanatologies

A grimace darted across Nico's face at the question, trying for an unsuccessful moment to roll down his right sleeve before he gave up the effort, reluctantly showing the god the cut on his forearm.

"A Brightsword," he reported glumly. Nico'd been trying to train with the spirits more regularly, hoping to get better at using his Stygian iron blade and not just smashing Skelly to pieces, but he'd gotten a bit reckless.

"I was just going to drink some ambrosia. I'm okay."

[strywoven]

@bonesofchaos has requested a story : "i thought you had harder bark on you than that." michael @ kaen

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Not for the first time , the godling is confronted by the misery of their existence , the t r a g e d y of it ( has it been so wrong to be human in a cruel realm ? kaen wonders , to separate themself from being an artifact of immense destruction — ) .  They r e f u s e the entity and his offering of assistance , quick to turn from hands outreaching and instead SHOVING THEIR WAY beyond him to throw themself onto the nearby couch in a bloody-beaten heap , inspecting the damage to their body , bright-burning ichor seeping out of gashes and scorching all it touches with its radiant tarnish ( lo’ how the mighty do fall ; behold , you , great flame , smothered by own mortal-making ) .  Kaen mumbles to themself , frustratedly chastising themself over how it ‘ was not enough ’ and how , ‘ it should have gone differently ’ .  Plain on their face , beyond the agitation , beyond the forced stoicism , is a sense of REMORSE & SHAME ( they have , again , failed their course ; their sire is right , they shall never stand trial , they shall never again return to power — ) .

But they must keep trying.  Even if it should kill them , they must keep trying.

At first , Michael’s words go unheeded.  Though their ears perk at his voice , at the quip he offers to lighten the tension so clearly marking the moment.  At length , the godling sighs , smoke-cinder billowing out of their busted lips and curling lazily ‘round their antlered crown.  They look over at him - a horror , to be sure , hidden away in the guise of a guardian sent here to ensure their safety ( but look what happened ) - with a tired , exasperated expression upon fauny features.  ❝ Yeah , well , Ah dun’ , ❞ They reply , ❝ Ah’m not like other Gods.  Healin’ doesnae werk th’ same fer me like it does fer ‘em.  Neither does pain. ❞  Fingers touch together , rubbing own ichor between the pads thoughtfully , a detached curiosity glinting in sapphire eyes , ❝ … Ah dunno , Ah guess it makes things more interestin’ , at least.  Dun’ worreh ‘bout it , though , Ah’ll burn up th’ wounds ; be good ‘s new in a few hours. ❞

[ukelele-boy]

I was rereading some of my posts from 2021 and was reminded of how much meta I used to write so imma share my crazy headcanon/ theory which i thought up as plot for a revolution fic:

RR verse is on the "Olympus will fall" timeline and Zeus' actions are speeding it up.

In the recent decade there has been several great prophecies back to back. And people have remarked how weird it is that there have been so many. What if the reason is because of Zeus?

Remember, in greek mythology there is a major theme of how Your Fate Cannot Be Defied. And Zeus, king of Olympus, has a major Fate: being overthrown. However he managed to "defy" it by eating Metis.

My idea is that he has been forcefully clawing out a future where he is still king of Olympus. By doing this, he is literally changing the flow of fate. And obviously fate wants to correct itself, so the harder he fights it, the more counterforce he triggers. All prophecies meant to lead to his overthrowing are suddenly sped up. Olympus begins to lose power. Zeus is aware of this. He is also aware how people are becoming suspicious. And he needs a scapegoat. And who better than the god of prophecy who is also a threat to the throne?

Apollo mentions that Zeus blamed him for his oracle revealing a prophecy "too early" and therefore causing it to happen early. However, everyone knows it's not possible to actually cause a prophecy to happen early...so why would Zeus even have this weird line of thought? everyone probably dismissed it as Zeus being irrational, but there a juicier theory this ties into:

Apollo being the one to overthrow Zeus.

The idea of "fall of the sun, the final verse". What if this is the final prophecy that is meant to happen before Zeus is overthrown? And what if the fall this speaks of is actually when Apollo fell close to chaos? When he pulled himself together there?

What if he reformed different from his original godly form. He was literally almost gone, his body was disintegrating. Maybe he pulled himself together using the energies of chaos. Apollo himself isn't aware of this, due to a suspicious memory gap between him clawing up from the cliff and him waking up next to Artemis.

And this adds to another headcanon of mine, the fates choose Apollo to be the god of prophecy on purpose. At first glance, this is a horrible match. If they wanted a good servant, why would they choose someone so closely tied to his heart and so likely to fight fate? Someone who dares get them drunk just to extend a human's lifespan? UNLESS... they WANT him to eventually try and defy fate??

Imagine if fate was a compass and Zeus had forcefully wrenched the needle point at a bleak dark future where Olympus falls with him. And this river direction has been set so deeply in stone and run on for so long, it has worn a grove and become the mostly likely future.

you need someone willing to fight, someone to wrench the needle out. SOMEONE FAMILAR WITH FATE AND Prophecy. Someone who has the power to fight it and win. Someone who has the will. Perhaps a baby god who was willing to fight Python, and who would have likely died there. But if he successfully did take on the powers of prophecy, one day that same godling would fight Python again, would absorb the powers of chaos to recreate himself.

Perhaps not today and maybe not even for the next four thousand years

but one day that godling would stare down at that wretched compass hand and decide to yank the flow out of its place. And maybe, that godling means a chance for Olympus to have a different future.

Anyways that's my crazy theory i hope it wasn't too confusing. It also links up with my other story theme idea about fate, hope and apollo blah blah blah, which i rambled about in a different post.

Edit: just remembered my other crazy thought, what if ZEUS PURPOSEFULLY TRIED TO GET RID OF APOLLO NOT ONLY CAUSE HE IS A THREAT TO THE THRONE BUT ALSO BECAUSE AS THE GOD OF PROPHECY HE IS MOST LIKELY TO REALIZE SOMETHING IS WRONG AND THAT ZEUS IS MESSING WITH FATE?!???? Basically pulling a imma say you're the murderer before u realise im the murderer. (i cant remember the actual saying Lmaoo)

[alexanderwesker]

Character profile for my c!Wilbur

Took me some but here you have the character profile for my character, as promised in this post. Name: "Wilbur" Agathus Soot (in Basic[English in my Shattered!Verse]); Hilbert Agathus (in Ancient) Species: Nephilim(Half-Angel; Half-Godling of Death) Age: 36-ish (not counting the time spent in the Sky Gods' Games); 43 (in tHAW) Eye Colour: Dark Hazel Brown (but it mostly looks whiskey coloured because of the magic in his blood) Height: 192cm (6'2 ft) Description: Because of his height, he seems very lanky, making him look deceptively fragile. But he is actually quite well built because of all the training he has undergone under his father, Philza. Wil is pretty pale, almost pasty, no matter how much sun he gets, and has a semi-permanent tired look in his eyes. His hair is dark auburn making them look brown in almost all lighting but direct light where the copper highlights are more evident, he keeps them long enough to tie a low, short ponytail at the back of his head. He has scars all over his body, mostly focused on his chest and arms from the constant fighting against the monsters of the night(mobs), and a jagged scar on his back, that he got during the L'Manberg War, that still hurts to this day. He has very sharp canines because of his non-human heritage, though they sharpen only when he is particularly furious, worried or feeling protective. Relationships: Philza Soot, Angel of Death: Father(alive) Lady Death: Mother(alive) Theseus "Tommy" Philip Soot: Younger Brother(alive) Technoblade, God of War and Bloodshed: Family Friend, Uncle (alive) Fundy Soot: Son (alive) Sally Soot: Wife (dead) Personality: Wil has a good head on his shoulders, quick in thinking and ready to act. He's good at planning around stuff, though he tends to use his planning also as a way to escape reality when he doesn't want to deal with his emotions. Not very in contact with his emotions because of his father's teachings, which is a problem to him as he feels things stronger than most people do. He's also selfless to a fault, always trying to do best for the people he cares about, no matter what that costs him.

[ask-the-godlings]

info post

@ask-the-godlings is a text-response askblog revolving around my godlings au, a percy jackson alternate universe centered on nico, jason, and bianca.

basic info & rules

ATG is a text-response ask blog (its also sort of story based? questions can be asked in or out of the main storyline), but I'm not opposed to roleplay style asks. I do ask for no nsfw asks, which is like the only boundary lol. Magic asks are allowed! Asks can be sent to any canon character, not just the ones listed below! Please just make it clear which character/characters the ask is directed to!

story info

Additionally, OOC asks about the universe are allowed, but i encourage yall to ask the characters instead of me :3

Basic knowledge need to understand the story is in the linked post above, but here's a quick review. It's 20**, and the existence of greek gods & demigods is widely known. Most of the modern world worships the gods, but doesn't like the demis. At the age of 12, children are 'tested' to see if they're a demigod. Jason & Bianca trained with Lupa, who is now dead, to hide their heritage. On Nico's 12th birthday, the three of them run away to an elusive settlement called New Rome.

muses / characters

The main characters in the godlings verse are quite spread out, so heres a quick rundown of who's where in the current timeline (Nico's 12th birthday).

Percy - lives in Atlantis with his father

Annabeth - lives in New Athens

Thalia & Luke - ???

Ethan & Alabaster - ???

Jason & Bianca & Nico - on their way to New Rome

Silena - lives on Olympus

Clarisse - lives in New Athens

Piper - lives with her mortal father

Will & Drew & Lou Ellen - rogues, on the run in Idaho

Leo - working on a secret project

[stygicniron]

Nico shifted slightly on his feet. If his Mythomagic cards were right, then this was the famous Zagreus, or maybe famous wasn't the right word considering that most people who didn't play the card game didn't know of the god, but with the Renewing Life ability and ties to the Underworld, Nico couldn't help but see him as a favorite. Which then only made things even more awkward. "Most of his prefer demigods," he responded carefully, lips pinching together for an uncertain moment. He really didn't want to explain how demigods were made, and he cleared his throat. "Uh, Hades is my father."

ZAGREUS starter call [...]

for @stygicniron

"   i   suppose   you   would   fall   under   the   category   of   '   godling   '   as   well,   wouldn't   you?   i   was-   am   referred   to   as   such   because   of   my   mistaken   origins,   but   all   secrets   kept   by   gods   are   brought   to   light   eventually,   "   even   the   ones   that   zagreus   had   kept   himself,     once   upon   a   time.   when   he   smiled   it   was   with   all   of   his   teeth,   "   and   which   god   or   goddess   has   sired   you,   may   i   ask?   "

[cityandking]

oh u KNOW i gotta know more about hypothetical papa daichi. 1, 5, 10 for dai, vesper and bran <3

fjfjfjlskdf thanks for indulging me // kids/babies questions

1. How many kids do they want? Do they have kids already?

DAI — technically(?) there's The Godling which is the baby god the party helped like. create? wake up? bring into existence? (dai is reticent to admit it but he definitely feels like the godling is Their Baby). he didn't even realize he wanted kids until the godling happened, but he thinks he'd be fine with one (he needs a gateway baby but my god he'd be such a good dad)

VESPER — vesp assumed she'd never have kids given the whole Circle thing, so she never bothered to want any. but she came from a big family (and so did cullen) and once they had one they knew they'd want another one. the twins were a bit of a surprise but she's happy with three

BRAN — bran never wanted kids and gawain was a massive surprise

5. How did they decorate their baby room?

DAI — dai's the kind of person who would consult all the baby literature, talk to zaref and his dad(s), and then just do whatever he wanted anyway. probably murals of the sun and the sky and mountains. bassinet, rocking chair, mobile. I like to imagine him and zaref sitting on the ground despairing over ikea instructions. it brings them closer than any god or void ever did.

VESPER — vesper had almost no say in the kids' rooms. for niamh her family (mostly helene) swooped in and took care of everything, and when she had the twins she was already back in her childhood home and the nursery was already set up. she's honestly fine with that; she does more than enough already and is perfectly happy not to bother with decorating a baby's room.

BRAN — it was allllllll ocean themed. gawain knew what the water was before he knew how to walk. (luckrunner verse it's just her cabin. catch the captain on deck barefoot with a baby bjorn)

10. What type of personalities do their kid(s) have?

DAI — I don't have any Dai Baby Specifics(TM) in mind but I think any child of his would be both severely solemn and kind of a bitch. like that kid (those kids?) would be so intense and earnest and have no filter. musa's legacy. rip dairef (I think zaref would find it hilarious. dai's outwardly disapproving but inwardly amused)

VESPER — the three stubbornest children know to man or maker. between her and cullen they are tiny little powerhouses of Opinion and Bullheadedness. her siblings who are parents both laugh and tell her she's earned this. (niamh gets vesper's temper and both of their ideas of right and wrong and she is fiercely opinionated and determined to prove herself. she has their anxiety too, but she's more charismatic than either of her parents. the twins are a little more chill and solemn. at least one of them is a mage, and they do that creepy twin awareness shit.)

BRAN — gawain is a mini-bran—just as stubborn, just as hopeful, just as larger than life. it's a little exhausting but bran loves him more than words or sense and is so so so proud of him at every turn

[kanhapriya]

The Lady with Star Dust Tears

I'm sorry in advance

In the sacred haven of Vrindavan, where time seemed to waltz in sync with the rustling leaves, and the fragrance of jasmine and sandalwood hung thick in the air, there sat Yashoda Maiya, cradling a weathered flute in her palms. Its dulcet strains, once woven with the laughter of a mischievous godling, now lay dormant in its hollowed heart.

She remembered the day very well when she had woken up after the birthing pain, a small boy by her side in the palna. His eyes were open and brown, the twinkle more than that of stars. He didn't even look like a new born, his eyes holding the ancient truth of the entire world.

This day, like an ancient verse etched in the cosmic scroll, was Krishna's birth. The world, in tender homage, held its breath, as if to mark the day the universe itself sighed in awe.

Amidst the stillness, Yashoda's fingers danced upon the flute, tracing the contours of memories that once echoed through its grain. Each breath seemed to exhale the notes that Krishna once beckoned forth, as if hoping to conjure him back from the celestial realm.

She had seen him jump with his little legs in the carnival that day, a musical instrument that had caught his eyes as he extended his little fingers to wrap around it, his giggle more symphonic that its sound.

The Kadamba blossoms, once vibrant and joyous, now swayed mournfully in the breeze, petals like tears cascading to the earth. They grieved in silent kinship, their fragility a mirror to Yashoda's heart, now bearing the weight of the ages.

She had seem the way his eyes would light up whenever he saw the fruit in the kitchen, devouring it before anyone else. The residual on his face and a shook of his head would always let her know of his crimes.

With closed eyes, Yashoda could almost taste the honeyed sweetness of Krishna's laughter, a melody interwoven with the murmur of leaves and the serenade of nightingales. It lingered in the silence, a sonnet of innocence and boundless joy.

The Yamuna river, once stirred by Krishna's playful splashes, flowed quietly, its current a reflection of Yashoda's longing. Its waters, once kissed by his radiant presence, now whispered only of memories, fading like ripples into stillness.

She had ran out of the house, her heart and mind troubled and scared as he had been late again. As her soft echoing voice named him, her eyes would greet the boy with a certain gopi, sitting by the river, their feet dipped. She would smile and leave.

Her tears, akin to liquid stardust, traced a sorrowful constellation upon her cheeks. Each drop, a testament to the immensity of a mother's love, glistened in the waning light, capturing the last sighs of day.

She had been holding a plate of his favourite Kadama, one that she had allowed to fall on the floor as the real truth had slashed its claws on her heart. She ran to his room, not even ready to listen to Akrur and closed the door behind. As her boy stared at him with tears in his eyes, she knew that he did too. He always knew somehow. She hugged him forever in that moment.

As twilight painted the sky in hues of amethyst and gold, Yashoda's fingers sought solace in the embrace of the sacred soil. The night, adorned with its celestial tapestry, bore witness in solemn quietude, stars shimmering like fragments of her fractured heart.

In that sacred grove, where eternity seemed to reside, time held its breath in somber tribute. Yashoda, her heart a fragile masterpiece, wove a tapestry of Krishna's leelas that transcended mortal bounds.

She remembered standing among the teary eyed populace of Vrindavan, not even a single thought in her mind but him. She had questioned him of his return, of his promise to keep contact and all she got in return was a small sad smile. As the cart had started to vanish from her sight, she stood still with time, begging the Lord to let her see her children once again someday, let them call her 'Maiya' just once more.

But that son of hers wasn't called Nirmohan for no reason.

And so, on Krishna's birthday, beneath the sentinel eyes of the Kadamba tree, Yashoda wept for her dear child, her tears mingling with the very essence of the land they both held dear. For though he danced in realms beyond her reach, Krishna remained the eternal refrain in the symphony of her heart's lament.

Ok, so that was super short but I have exams dancing on my head so this was the most I could do.

Also the reason for writing this was because it's Janmasthami today and I was crying since the morning thinking about Yashoda Maiya and how she had no one who would call her Maiya after the departure of Krishna and Balram and how she would celebrate their birthday after that. So this basically wrote itself with my pain, tears and agony.

So I hope you liked it.

Tagging @dancingpotato @idllyastuff @krishna-premi @krishna-priyatama @kanha-mohana @vijayasena @thecardiganunderthebed and @ramayantika cuz I think you guys need yo crh with me

[timexticksxby]

drew starkey, homosexual, cis male + he/him, fighter «—◦—→ well met, calvin fitzhenry! the godling born child of cronus. it’s been twenty-nine years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their persistence, idealism, and flexibility? or will their impulsiveness, destructive, and insecurity hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: calvin hitchcock fitzhenry. nicknames: cal, vin, fitz date of birth: may 23rd, 1994. age: 32. (two years claimed by atropos) face claim: drew starkey. godly parent: cronus. height: 6'2. dominant hand: right. education level: masters degree in finance. occupation: something he's avidly forgetting at camp.

parents: cronus, william fitzhenry, helen fitzhenry siblings: elizabeth fitzhenry, younger half-sister pets: milo, a dachshund puppy.

sexual orientation. homosexual. sexual position. verse.

clothing style: honestly the freedom of camp has led to so many wardrobe changes it's hard to put a specific style to him. it used to be suits. far too many suits.

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood? asleep in his home office, part way through a sketch when the weariness of the day took him off to sleep.

class: fighter. inspirations: the inevitability of the passage of time, and the desperate attempts to change it's outcome. holding on to remnants of the past in the hopes to brighten the future.

bio:

he grew up on stories of super heroes, dashing and daring and brave in the face of adversity. life and home was simple, nothing special, but nothing to be disappointed at either. parents that cared for him, schoolwork that was maybe above average, but nothing to really write home about, and a head for art. he grew up dreaming of comic books, of life being something so much more than the day to day, of finding a job with a creative outlet.

but life decided for him that no, dreams come crashing down, and responsibility falls upon your shoulders too quick to get from beneath it's weight. life decided that as he aged, those childhood dreams were necessary to be set aside, and for that he at least held true to them in is time. he attended university, got a job, made a life for himself like he was supposed to. and time went on.

and on.

and then it didn't. then there was magic in the world. mystery. myth. legend.

and time was suddenly flowing entirely differently, and the future seems so much scarier. but so much more exciting than days spent with time tick tocking along.

[hearthwxrmth]

henry zaga, homoromantic homosexual, male he/him, tank «—◦—→ well met, gabriel freire! the godling born child of hestia. it’s been twenty six years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their earnest, genuine, + warmth? or will their boisterousness, impatience, reactiveness hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: gabriel friere. nicknames: gabe. date of birth: august 7, 1997. age: 26. face claim: henry zaga. godly parent: hestia. height: 5'11. dominant hand: left. education level: high school graduate. occupation: caretaker at orphanage.

parents: hestia [assumed biological], taken in to care of orphanage, raised by several clergy members siblings: ...many and none? he considers most of those who grew up with him siblings pets: none.

sexual orientation. homosexual. sexual position. verse, preference toward topping.

clothing style: loose tanks, shorts, always dressed for warm weather. will layer up when necessary, but complain the entire time

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood? making breakfast, in his underwear, which may not have been the best impression.

class: tank, first in, last out. inspirations: the comfort of the hearth, offering safety to all, but unafraid to defend those that most need it.

bio: tba

[cafesascha]

Oh What a Web We Weave

tyler hoechlin, hay, male, he/they, fighter (rogue) «—◦—→ well met, sascha becker! the godling born child of despoina. it’s been 37 years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their adaptability, generosity, focus? or will their jealousy, impulsiveness, impatience hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: Sascha Becker

nicknames: Sasch, Beck, Becks

date of birth: October 31st, 1986

age: 37

face claim: Tyler Hoechlin

godly parent: Despoina

height: 6’3”

dominant hand: Lefty

education level: Masters of Business Management

occupation: Runs his family’s coffee shop and has an indie true crime podcast on the side

parents: Tony Becker ( father ), Despoina ( mother ), Susan Becker ( step mother )

siblings: James Becker ( little brother ), Amelia Becker ( little sister ),  too many foster siblings to count.

pets: Puck and Titania ( pet cats)

astrological sign: Scorpio sun / Libra moon / Leo rising. 

positive traits: Adaptability / Generosity / Focus 

negative traits: Jealousy / Impulsiveness / Impatience 

habits: Bouncing his leg / Cracking his knuckles / Playing with pens / Being a cup goblin (always has at least four cups of different liquids at any given point)

quirks: Says goodbye three times / Refuses to wear matching socks / Always carries a pack of cloves even though he has never smoked / Sleeps with the AC on even in the middle of winter

pet peeves: Slow walkers / People who chew with their mouths open / People who play music on their phones in public without headphones / People making fun of anyone’s tastes in coffee

hobbies: Puzzles / Reading / Hiking / Swimming / Podcasting / VIdeo Games

sexual orientation: Homosexual

sexual position: Verse

clothing style: Typically Sascha dresses like a stuffy professor. He loves a chunky knit sweater and just general being cozy. That said, he does have plenty of outfits to scandalise the neighbors reserved for the rare occasion that he actually goes out to a bar which typically consists of a jock strap and one of his many harnesses. 

prominent features: Resting Bitch Face, but also a killer smile, thick hair that is always perfectly mussed, giant dick and perky butt.

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood? He was editing his podcast in an absolute panic because it was nowhere near being ready to publish and was supposed to be released in a couple of hours.

class: fighter 

inspirations: Riz Gukgak, The MC from this delightful series of PI smut books whose name I am totally blanking on, Sherlock Holmes

Biography to come

[godling-jesse]

taylor zakhar perez, homosexual, cis-male + he/him, fighter «—◦—→ well met, jesse diaz! the godling born child of godly apollo. it’s been twenty-nine years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with his passion, courage, and cunning? or will their pride, spontaneity, impulsiveness hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: jesse alejandro diaz nicknames: jess date of birth: july 28th age: 29 face claim: taylor zakhar perez godly parent: apollo height: 6'2 dominant hand: right education level: bachelors occupation: record producer

parents: Olivia Diaz (mother) siblings: n/a pets: moxie (jack russle)

astrological sign: sun: leo, moon: gemini, ascending: sagittarius positive traits: charismatic, passionate, loyal, courageous negative traits: impulsive, proud, stubborn, brash habits: paces when he's deep in thought, cracks his knuckles when he's anxious, physically fixes people's appearance without their consent. If your collar is messed up, he'll fix it, if you've got lint on your back he'll brush it off, if you have something on their mouth, he'll wipe it away, etc. You're welcome. quirks: has an almost debilitating fear of clowns. has a very short attention span if not directly engaged. makes inappropriate jokes/comments to ease tension, hates saying "no" and will take on more jobs and responsibilities than he can handle just to make everyone around him happy. pet peeves: Slow walkers, people who interrupt him when he's speaking, people insinuating he isn't capable of doing something he knows he can do, unwarranted advice. hobbies: guitar playing, piano playing, racket ball, soccer, swimming, singing, jogging, yoga.

sexual orientation. homosexual sexual position. verse

clothing style: It depends on the vibes. His fall back is always athleisure, but he does love designer. If he's dressing up, expensive three piece suits are a favorite. prominent features: Aside from his tanned skin and dark hair, he's known for his angular features. Sharp jawline, pronounced nose, big brown eyes.

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood? Sitting in a music booth listening to one of his performers record a track.

class: fighter inspirations: sun drake warden, radiant ranger, fighting beside the sun incarnate, being inspiration incarnate

[bornatnightt]

luke thompson, homosexual, cis male + he/him, mage «—◦—→ well met, jesse "jay" dougal! the godling born child of nyx. it’s been 35 years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their wit, compassion, + intelligence? or will their secrecy, cynicism, inconsistency hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: jesse "jay" dougal

nicknames: j, jay, dougal, jessie

date of birth: february, 28, 1989

age: 35

face claim: luke thompson

godly parent: nyx

height: 5'11 (1.80m)

dominant hand: left

education level: college dropout

occupation: electrical engineering student, singer, bartender, event host, con man ???

parents: geology researcher brody dougal & nyx (+ stepmother nora agnarsson)

siblings: two younger sisters, one younger brother (half-siblings)

pets: a black cat (knight)

astrological sign: pisces, scorpio moon & rising.

positive traits: charming. smart. compassionate. funny. adaptable. cunning. alluring.

negative traits: inconstant. proud. mistrustful. solitary. deceiving. headstrong.

habits & quirks: nail biting, drinking black coffee at any time in the day, people watching, humming to songs randomly, flirting when bored, frequent nightmares.

pet peeves: bad singing, preaching, lack of humor, spoiled kids

hobbies: singing, writing, collecting antiques, yoga

sexual orientation & sexual position: gay, verse.

clothing style: from ripped shirts and jeans to expensive fabrics, old fashioned suits and coats. mostly comfortable stuff he could slip away with though.

prominent features: styled hair, doe eyes, expressive lips

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood? walking home in the dark after a hook-up🤷🏻

class: mage

inspirations: kristen applebees & cassandra from dimension 20. sarah manning from orphan black. mike ross from suits. oberyn martell from a song of ice and fire. eliot waugh from the magicians. & just the subversion of darkness = evil/fear plus some hozier songs

biography

tba.

[destiny-in-the-universe]

I’m bored out of my mind so now you get a mini list of my current au’s for my interests! I’ll do a bigger version later but again, right now, I’m trying to finish Whumptober and adulting is also a very fun thing happening in my life!

Isn’t that swell? /s

This is very informal, but I’m more than willing to talk about any once Whumptober is finished! As mentioned before, this is a multi-fandom blog so… you’ll be surprised at what you can find here! I’m also ADHD and just like to infodump!

So.

Here’s a silly list of au’s and crossovers! Read below the cut for them!

Cars (Pixar)

Infection AU

The Roads We Take: post-apocalyptic/virus inspired universe where an outbreak occurs and Doc Hudson makes it across several state lines in search of Lightning, hoping to bring home. Back to Radiator Springs, but of course, it won’t be easy.

The Radiation Verse: Bad End Infection AU. In an apocalyptic setting, luck is scarcely on Lightning’s side and well, after witnessing a distressing event - he only has Cal to rely on and trying to reach Radiator Springs won’t be easy.

Merlin (BBC)

Court Magician AU: In which Arthur legalizes magic and Merlin becomes a Court Warlock- I mean, Magician. Unfortunately, this comes with a little bit of resistance.

[REDACTED]: Post-Canon Continuation. Merlin has long resigned himself to the thought of Arthur not returning and now runs a little shop, but it seems destiny’s about to give him and so many others a second chance.

Godling Merlin AU: Merlin is more than just a warlock. He’s the patron deity of magic and now that Uther’s declared war on his people, well, there’s no telling what might happen.

BNHA

Guard Dog Dabi AU: Tread with caution when it comes to this AU. It’s not for the faint of heart. Touya Todoroki meets a different path and Endeavor’s willing to do whatever it takes to ensure the future and legacy of the Todoroki family - even if it means handing his eldest son to the Hero Commission. And things won’t be the same. In which Touya is subjected to borderline pet whump and has become property of the Commission.

(There is another AU, but I’ll talk about it later!)

Wordgirl

The (Mis)adventures of Technofire and Lexidoe: A Role Reversal AU with a twist. Where Tobey is a superhero and Becky is a supervillain, shenanigans are about to ensue.

Lab Rat AU: Ongoing Whumptober Prompt/DD:DNE. Wordgirl is captured by the government but of course, it’s met with retaliation. Heavy Content will be present in this.

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Tales of the Nine: Randy’s chosen to bring back the Norisu Nine but the journey to their success is perilous but maybe, just maybe, they’ll be able to finish what the original clan started.

(There’s honestly too many for me to lift if I’m being honest- and because this fixation lasted for many months, I’ll just write all of them in a separate post. This fandom holds a special place in my heart!)

Multi-Fandom AU’s

Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons: Crossover between Rise of the Guardians, Brave, Tangled, and How to Train Your Dragon. This is my own spin on it. A separate post will be dedicated to it!

Secret Quartet: Expanded Version of the Secret Trio. American Dragon: Jake Long, Danny Phantom, Randy Cunningham, and Miraculous Ladybug all rolled into one!

Superwholock + Merlin: Developing Crossover between Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Sherlock! As well as Merlin. The crossover was not begun by me, but this version is mine.

Mystery Kids: My Own Spin on the Mystery Kids AU, but since I haven’t seen Psychonauts - it’s replaced with Danny Phantom. Because I can