#im sorry godling

[necrostar]

That question alone was enough to change his tune completely. His gaze became downcast. The feelings, the emotions that came with it, all of it came to the forefront of his mind. Shove it down, Star. Shove it down. That's not you anymore. He turned to go clean himself up, only pausing to state just this one little thing . . .

"...If you knew what he did, does, to me, you'd be cheering too." And he started walking away.

Star's soul, as sweet as the exterior was . . . the inside betrayed quite a bit. It was dark. Cold. And... empty. Zorc's presence was still there. It was thick. It was a black sludge, draped over the Thief's red, shattered remnants. It pierced every part of him. It was woven tightly, forcibly holding cracked pieces, both of Zorc and Thief King, into one. It was almost as if he was holding the soul together. Or... souls? Upon closer inspection, it had been split into two smaller pieces. Only conjoined through Zorc's efforts.

And, it would seem, that the prying didn't go unnoticed. 

The black goo suddenly tightened its grip, violently pushing the two halves against each other. Star stopped dead in his tracks. He stood uncomfortably still for what must've felt like an eternity. Slowly, shuffling, he turned to face his counterpart. The light in those eyes wasn't there. His posture had straightened. That face held no emotion, nothing. It was like someone else was standing there. Someone who didn't quite enjoy the prodding.

"I would not advise prodding into that which does not concern you." Even his voice didn't sound the same. Cold, commandeering. Not quite monotone, but suspiciously calm. Reminiscent of someone... thing... that was perhaps once in power. "I do not take kindly to intrusion on my domain. You, of all things, should know that. There is a reason it chose wisely to hold its tongue."

"He did." Godling confirmed. He didn't let it show, but the phrasing had struck him in an unpleasant way. He'd taken years to stop feeling misery at the thought of his creators demise, the pure joy on his alternates face was startling.

"You didn't enjoy your time with Zorc." He surmised, trying to surreptitiously feel out this alternates soul to feel for what links to Zorc he might have had.

"Down the hall you'll find the shower to the left. There's towels and clothes in the cupboard you're about my size so it should fit. I won't watch. I'll put the tea on." This wasn't one of Godlings usual homes, but he still had thought to fill it with supplies. Sometimes versions of him needed a place to stay and he tried to anticipate their needs.

Godling padded to the kitchenette and set to making tea. He had honey cakes somewhere too. And he needed the time it took to set everything up to think. This was going very well so far but he couldn't completely let his guard down. Even if his other self had seemed to sweet and needy, cold and wet in the forest.

[lokh]

head in hands.

[ofswordsandpens]

I know script writing is a different medium and that the show can't take every piece of dialogue from the book word-for-word but god I miss the grandeur and drama of the book dialogue. Show Ares said Wanna know what you really won today? An enemy for life" but book Ares said “You have made an enemy, godling. You have sealed your fate. Every time you raise your blade in battle, every time you hope for success, you will feel my curse. Beware, Perseus Jackson. Beware." and im sorry but that just objectively goes harder.

[thel1ghtningthief]

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[deathscn]

               winter wanted to be accurate about it. that was the thing with him, he always went all out when it came to the costumes. maybe he went a little too hard. he could feel himself getting a bit flustered now at the thought. seeing everyone in what they were wearing, and then here comes winter wanting to look authentic in what he wore. that thought didn't even cross him until the son of apollo had to comment on it. he didn't know why he took everything to heart when it came to jesse. maybe because all he saw from the other was everything winter wanted to be, a perfect golden boy. he nodded his head, as he took another sip of his drink. at least that satisfied things.

when the other commented on him saying he was sexy, that he was iconic for dresing the way he did, winter felt like the other was belittling him in some way. " briefs, " he responded. winter downed the rest of his drink, not wanting to be there now. maybe he was over thinking it, maybe the other was a good person, nice even. but a voice in the back of his head was telling him that jesse was poking fun in his own way. he just kept silent for a moment before he looked up at him again. " i need another drink. " he said out loud.

The son of Apollo simple frowned, clearly his playful prodding was striking some kind of nerve. While part of him felt bad for riling Winter up so much and so easily, there was another part of him that had decided long ago that the son of Hades was fucking adorable when he was angry. Like puppy trying to wrestle and nip at your fingers just for snapping them. "God damn, Winter. This is a party. No need to take it there," he quipped back, hands up in a display of innocence. Despite the guy's glaring, he didn't for one second thing he was at risk of getting a drink thrown at him.

His smile only widened when he felt those begrudging eyes take in his outfit. "You hear toga party, and you think 'historically accurate' is why you are kind of iconic," he grinned, draping an arm around the other's shoulder. "Most people hear toga party and just hear an excuse to walk around scantily clad in a bed sheet," he chuckled. "But you not only make it sexy, but keep it classy. Kudos. I bet you're even wearing boxers under that, aren't you?"

[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)

[bitchfitch]

anon mohgwyn here! just read your mohg x miquella love in abundance series and hoo boy.

it's fucking fantastic. the way you write mohg as this devoted, almost zealous fanatic of miquella's amorphous form, how he is love and truth embodied. how miquella is characterised: he is the most fierce empyrean, and likely would not have let mohg take him if it did not play into his plans: he promised malenia he would return, after all. and yet miquella cannot help but control, in that bewitching nature of his, ironically the very thing he wishes to eliminate from the ring and order.

fhfhhfhfhrhhfhdhdhdhhdhdhdhdhdhdh I'm Soooo glad you're groking what im trying to do with them. Like, I know as soon SotE comes out literally every part of Miquella's characterization in that fic will be made ooc, bc let's be real, it's A Stretch with what's in the game as is (and Mohg is just an oc at this point). but For now he is a glorious manipulative selfish godling who represents half of the change from the stagnation that came before him while still carrying everything that caused that stagnation in the first place within himself.

Like, people more versed in the lore and development have said it better but there's So much that feels flubbed with Miquella's side of the story. And hindsight, it's probably because a chunk of it was cut out late in development to be used in SotE and so much of Mohg's everything was obviously scrapped at some point, But By God if fromsoft doesn't let him be more than a damsel in distress i will riot. Malenia the coolest hardest boss says Miquella was above even her, and in the game he got kidnapped by a shitty sewer cultist who lives in a gross swamp with his little chortling henchmen... without Malenia noticing or Miquella doing jack shit about it. It Doesn't line up.

Sorry i have So many thoughts about them in my skull at all times and they're all tripping over eachother rn bc I'm Excited about it. There's something There. If you squint. they're the exact type of fucked up that appeals to me specifically and I love them in a "by god what is Wrong with you?" way. They're the fuhken, reason i bought the game because i saw the bullshit going down with them in a let's play and just needed to get a closer look.

[catgirltitties]

Can I call you Eldritch Godling of Lesbianism?-Eldritch Goddess of Life

Hey anon this is Ea’s friend answering on their behalf. This ask gave them so much power that they did a magical girl transformation and said “call me chief keef cause im bout to blow new jersey up.” idk where they are right now sorry

[desitenya]

saiki still wears his silly glasses btw

[upheeval]

❛      hm   ,      ❜      cane   CONNECTS   with   the   floor   ,   helping   him   to   his   feet   from   his   chair   on   the   porch   ,   hand   rubbing   across   the   wiry   hairs   of   his   beard   as   he   stared   at   the   other   ,   studying   .      ❛      and   what   the   fuck   are   you   doin’   here?   ‘cause   as   you   can   see   ,   i’m   a   very   ,   very   ,   busy   man   mate   .      ❜ spare   hand   rests   on   top   of   the   other   which   grasped   his   cane   ,   brows   raising   as   he   waited   for   his   ANSWER   .   any   normal   man   would   share   a   look   of   sheer   shock   at   the   surprise   visit   ,   perhaps   even   draw   their   gun   for   protection   .   but   not   alfie   ;   he’ll   simply   wait   as   if   he   was   at   a   bus   stop   ,   posture   relaxed   and   facial   expression   just   the   slightest   bit   quizzical   .          @godles​  -  michael    /    sc. 

[shadowspiritthief-moved]

“How about,no gift? does that work?”

[shadowgodling]

“If you’d had an experience that changed you, that you’d shared with someone else and both forgotten... and you remembered, would you talk to them about it?” She seemed uncomfortable. “I just... I’m starting to remember stuff that happened with... with your fiancé, and I... don’t... I don’t know what to... to do about it...”

"So. You're asking me for advice about the time you drugged my fiance to sleep with him and steal his genetics to make a Kiya?" He spoke slowly, incredulity creasing the corners of his eyes. He had been doing his best to be good, but it was a sour memory that tanged every time his mind drifted upon it.

"And apparently forgot about it. Isn't he important enough to stick in your mind?"

[fiercesouls]

@godles​ || starter call.

A summer spent at the Weasley house was always time well spent; however, on this particular occasion, Hermione had been arguing with Ron a lot. On this particular day, during dinner, the tension had reached a boiling point and Ron had burst at her, saying some rather horrible things that caused a deathly silence all around the table. The brunette had quietly excused herself, and hadn’t been seen since. At a ridiculously late hour, after everyone had seemingly gone to bed, Hermione crept downstairs quietly, managing to make herself a cup of hot chocolate without being loud enough to wake anyone. So she had hoped, anyway, but this theory is quickly disproven when she sits at the table and another figure enters the kitchen. For a moment, she worried that it was Ron or Harry, but when her eyes found Fred’s, she exhaled a tiny sigh of relief. “Hello. Um, sorry if I woke you. I thought everyone would be long asleep by now, so...” She trailed off, managing a small ( if slightly awkward ) smile, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. Never a problem a cup of hot chocolate can’t fix, her dad had always taught her. Then why wasn’t it working now?

[fisherrprince]

HOOOOOOO I love those two concepts for brain…… the idea that someone could look too hard into the possibility of achieving godhood, something which is probably not possible to do by yourself on purpose, and create one. Or just be so tenacious that it’s given to him anyways, and it’ll never happen again— agjdhkdgks I Love the gods need belief to exist thing I love rise of the guardians rules

HMMMMM I have to wonder if there would even be any sort of festivals or rituals at all, since they can’t be more than… they’re probably newer. They can’t be more than a hundred years old, seeing as it’s a semi-frontier setting… I bet they’re kind of like. Terrifying anomalies that people have just figured out, maybe they’re the second generation after the old gods all died out or something… though I bet there are superstitions to keep them Out, or in. Like, putting an iron horseshoe above your door will ward away thieves and collectors, because it’s like a neon sign for Skuld (or so it’s thought). Or giving birth in a storm is good luck, but owl-like scarecrows tend to keep ven away (they also keep hawks and vultures away most of the time, go figure). Blaine will sometimes be interested in particularly complicated games, so there’s one story of a bunch of kids inventing a crazy Calvinball-esque tiddlywinks game and he joined a few rounds. It didn’t happen again, even if the board games in town get increasingly complicated on principle, but.

I feel like people WOULD look at someone who encountered a scarf ghost like they were crazy, IF NOT for the fact that OTHER people have encountered the scarf ghost. People outside of town probably think it’s strange and a little freaky, but people in town are like hushed whispers what happened??? They’re cryptids to see in full, and not just one of their envoys or animals, but it happens. People who have TALKED to them though…… occasionally they’ll be blessed. Occasionally they’ll be super duper cursed. Most of the time, I think, it’s just one of those experiences that leaves you shaky and in disbelief, and it will never happen again. Some people don’t believe that you actually heard them speak, you liar, but… I think some people are like whoa….. that’s insane…………

HMMMM I DUNNO about the becoming one — I feel like it’s impossible to do by yourself. I mentioned old gods earlier, but maybe it’s like a rotg moon situation, where some unthinking thing just. Makes it so. Maybe when Skuld was on her last vestiges, a small fox walked up to the bars and stuck its nose in and spoke, and then disappeared in the next blink before she started pulling at the iron. Maybe trying to become one is kind of blasphemous? Like why would you want to, anyways. Orrrr… maybe it’s like vision rules from genshin, where the old gods aren’t gone they just aren’t here, and sometimes they give “gifts”. Or maybe it just. Happens. And those who try it never get anywhere, because there are no leads aside from two near-death experiences, one overwhelming bout of grief, one “desert just decided to one day”, and one “blaine controls the knowledge of how he came to be therefore it’s Nowhere and he won’t tell anyone”. No matter how many rabbits you follow into the rocks and end up with a trinket of some kind. Maybe he’s just leaving those to mess with you and they’re not meant to be clues….

AH IMAGE AND A COUPLE ASKS BELOW THE CUT

heheh i just got fascinated with the idea of a caw noise. You made them laugh!

WOULDNT THAT BE A STORY…… would they believe you? Maybe not. But you’d probably get some incredulous looks and great street cred for a few days. Hello grandmother. Hello Ethereal Being Of The Wastes.

oough… the idea that ephemer‘s bells sound like water makes me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 he is a little representative of respite, but also, since theres Not Rivers, the absence motif…. Auuuoough

Kip the desert god KHUX art is literally the coolest thing!! Is it okay if like...I poke you for more info about it? Like--they're all supposed to have good and bad traits, so what good ones correlate to which character? Are there any stories about how they came to be? What kind of superstitions are there surrounding them? UH, I'm trying to think of actual questions, but mostly I'm just flailing excitedly. (I also don't know if you have answers, so uh...feel free to ignore if you don't.)

YOU TWO....... COME CLOSER, COME PLAY IN THE SPACE COME INTO MY HOUSE

i am mostly infodumping here as a proposition, and kind of just for fun, soooo!! feel free to counter or disagree but this is what my brain has been turning for a few hours now. YES to All

i think they each are legends in their own right but really. them together. they're like a known phenomenon that talk to each other, occasionally spotted on a cliff chatting. but they also really specifically are over things, in a less greek god way and more of a. demigod put in charge way...???

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Skuld — vengeance, justice, coyotes, horses, debt, freedom, breath

- There are unkind things said about those which must have made Her like this. No one’s quite sure about the process of making a godling, or turning someone into one, but she definitely seems to have a grudge. Some say the chains she wields are old rusted things from the day she turned. Some say that she made em from the iron in her assailers’ pistols, forged clean with their blood. An iffy rumor states that she was in debt, and her collectors refused to give her an extra week and threw her to the dogs, though that one gets confused with one about her freeing a bunch of wild dogs? Horses in some versions. And there’s another one asserting she was wrongly imprisoned and then forgotten, and after she clawed her way out she hunted the jailer down for months, never sleeping. Accounts tend to get exaggerated out of fear, but to be honest, she only gets really pissed at the target of some good old fashioned righteous violence, so it’s not surprising some people remember the dirty, scratched and clawed hands before they remember her voice. She’ll sing, sometimes, out in the open desert, mostly gentle things about endless possibilities. She’s known more for her good in desolate spheres, and more for her anger in prosperous ones. She’s the reason there ain’t a jailhouse in Daybreak Town. She’s the reason you can’t catch a coyote in a bear trap. She’s the reason running through an empty field as far and fast as you can feels so good. She’s the reason at night when you’re thinking dark thoughts to yourself there’s an extra voice that whispers let the hunt begin.

- She has a “horse”. She also wears a blindfold! For the aesthetic and for the justice is blind pun. I think there would be some superstition surrounding her… but I’m not sure what! I think hearing a big BOONNGGG bell when there’s No Bells is very uh oh

- She Lauriam and Ven make up the trio that were ascended After brain and ephemer. All three of them are a little less wistful ghosty mysterious and a little more scary, they all tend to work together bc of how they… work. So like, it wouldn’t be strange to see a hawk and a coyote in the background when talking to Death. Or a vulture and a lizard staring at you for way too long. She is good friends with ephy and their domains overlap a little :] everyone’s domains overlap just a bit.

- Cute note: she’s also very attached to the herd/pack mentality, and is usually the one keeping tabs on everyone else.

Lauriam — death, rot, love, grief, bones, lizards/dragons, coins, heat

- DO NOT go into the desert at night. You might find him. Or more accurately, he’ll find you. I think the concept that during the day he’s a lot more somber and gentle, while during the night he is a little terrifying is good bc things like death get scarier and more intense at night. It’s the lack of light that kinda drives him to be ruthless, and the cold, and the reminder of what he lost. Also his scythe is a guaranteed one hit kill pop your soul out, so they say... I don’t know if there are many debated stories about his origin. There might be some debate as to if he was always over death or if he just became like this because of his sister, but… there sure is a bit of a superstition about those who choose to live in a desert that killed the one in charge of harvest and prosperity and such. Points at rosie-kairi points at lauriam’s grief motif points at

- He tends to do the mononoke forest spirit thing. Sprouts flowers where he walks, immediately they wither and die. Since the desert is so hot (and, so it’s said, the insect/soil godling isn’t here) dead things tend to wither and get eaten and such rather than like, sink into the dirt. Things that are actually rotting are a bit cursed. He carries carved bones.

- There PROBABLY aren’t any actual dragons in the desert. Probably. There are lizards (did you know they’re scavengers sometimes?). If there WERE though or if one was sleeping underneath the ground or in that giant bare canyon and that’s why hardly anything grows down there? That would be his dragon.

- Most people respect him. It’s death. You can’t uh— you can’t just be mean to death you’ll die. It’s the natural end of everything. I think the proper thing to do is leave a few good coins behind if you kill someone. It represents the cost and shows that you understand what you’re doing so death doesn’t send anyone after you.

- Sweet note: I wonder if he’ll sometimes appear in graveyards to give the unmourned flowers….

(Strelitzia (gone)? — war, cycles, courage, life, insects, flowers, harvest)

- not much known I bet! Anything growing in the desert is a good sign, and a sign of healing. Not much grows.

Ventus — destruction, disaster, birth, vultures, hawks, self-identity, storms

- That one… no matter how much he wears to cover it, those claws click and drag on wood like iron boots. encountering that one ain’t so much a problem. It’s when he encounters you that there’s trouble. Mostly because half the time if he ever talks to you, you’re in the middle of a storm and he’s wondering why you’re still here. Lightning tends to hit things close to him. Bit of bad luck to be too close.

- Also terrible omen to see a hawk flying in a storm, especially a tornado. That’s probably him and it’s PROBABLY angry

- Rumors about how he came about ain’t ...that bad. There’s a rumor he survived a hurricane that ripped everything from the ground, and earned the right to be reborn as a demigod just by refusing to die. There’s a different rumor about an old burned down barn wwwwaaay out in the nothingness. it used to be something awful, unsaveable, screams would echo at night, and one day he just snapped and the earth did with him, so thoroughly is it ground into charcoal now that no one knows what it used to be — just that it’s now barren, and some seeds are sprouting there since the fire. There’s one that kind of explains the bird feet, where lightning struck a house through a vulture and he was just born with them, but that does absolutely zero explaining.

- It’s a bit weird to have a deity of destruction also be your deity of like, healthy baby sheep, but if you think about it, there’s a calm before and after a storm. He can be very sweet, especially with kids, but he isn’t social. Most of the time, people see him like an absol, a figure in the distance standing in the middle of chaos that’s ripping fences out of the ground. That cloak can turn into wings and launch him into the wind. Probably. So goes the rumor.

- He’s not as respected as death is. Mostly because destruction is kind of wanton and “unnecessary” — except for the fact that sometimes it is. So the image here is Lauriam and Skuld standing in front of him and going EXCUSE ME!!!!! he ask for NO pickles

- Silly note: he makes chirps and squawks when he’s startled I think. Hehehe. but also on that note. starlings and ravens and crows. they talk. Hooooooo nonononono. “danger! danger! dear, see what that noiseisss. dearsee. danger! caw!” NooooNONOhoho. sometimes he talks like that nononono

Ephemer — absence, wandering, protection, vastness, sleep, water, ghosts

- he was the first, so I think the most accepted versions of the story are either he was lost and the desert wanted a friend forever, or the desert MADE a friend. He’s practically a ghost, so not physical at all — which is honestly what helped him befriend the others… not responding to being attacked is useful in his case. He mostly resides in the giant canyon you DO NOT GO INTO, because you’ll get trapped and lost and wander forever and die. There’s dangerous things down there. His domain is all very ethereal, very let-your-mind-wander… a lot of weird dreams and feeling strangely lonely at 3 am and sitting down to look at the stars and getting struck by the fact that you are a person, on earth, one of so so many, you are touching dirt, you are breathing, you are thinking, the world is so big, oh no—

- With that comes protection. If you’re running, the vastness of the desert confuses and deters your pursuers. The sky is like a huge blanket. A fog will come over your mind if your decision is a particularly stupid one. You will always find something in the huge nothingness.

- Water is a weird one to be over because it means like, OCEAN. His domain is an ocean, not a puddle or rain. But there’s rumors the canyon used to be an ocean. Not sure if they’re to be believed.

- He wears a very large scarf decorated in tiny bells. Big bell is scary vengeance, tinkling bells is just this guy. He’s also much more benevolent to encounter! Like, usually he’s giving advice and warnings, and not following them is what gets you in big trouble. You’re always supposed to be very polite to him (all of them sorta) because it’s like. fae rules a little. Disrespect can get you on their bad side. Is that true? Aye….. who knows. It’s not worth it to be on the receiving end of his anger, even if it’s rare. The world expanding, your mind drifting into quiet, you slowly forget to move…

- Note: he likes to talk to people if you do it right. He seems very lonely. It is very, very difficult to encounter him, ever -- one wonders if its his domains, or the desert keeping him.

Blaine — knowledge, luck, snakes, hares, mirage

- Not predictable, not seen very often, and therefore probably the scariest to encounter, but most of the time what ends up happening is he tells you something freaky and lets you leave. Like………. if Bruno madrigal didn’t have anxiety and sat at the only campsite in 50 miles (abandoned except this guy by the way) and made conversation about your life even though you have Never met him. You don’t see his eyes. Probably because they claim he has a lot of them. Never has quite the same fingernails, skin color, smile, hair… twice.

- LOVES games. Not gambles, necessarily, but the guy cannot resist a chance to play cards against you. Even casually. You can probably leverage this somehow. He actually doesn’t cheat — but he sure knows if you do.

- Not sure about his origin… all of this lore stuff can be crowdsourced, I like to work together on things if you have ideas that are cool :D

- He wears a ton of layers. What’s under there? Uhhhhhhhhhhh probably nothing you want to know about!

- Going SEARCHING for him is hard. You can do it, though — just be prepared to come back with an answer you may not like, or an answer and something that’ll haunt you forever.

- HARES. that’s how he knows everything, so says a handful of people. The hares. They watch.

hhhhghh.... the aesthetic. is very impo- the Aesthetic is good. so long as they're mysterious and haunting the world... yeah thats theg ood stuff ok THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

[necrofia]

Wasn't Godling the original cuck...

[alexanderwesker]

heyy so

im not sure if you've already answered this question, so sorry if you did, but are there any other gods in shatterverse besides kristin and xd? will they be relevant to the plot?

Hey!!

I have answered to it already but it is no problem to do it again ^-^

Also all the gods I'm gonna mention are important to the story in a way or another(the only one i will not be listing is the Forgotten One because he's not really important to the plot of many of my fics set in the Shattered!Verse). Now here is the list:

Prime, he's the main one, the God Creator. His color is Purple.

Goddess of Death, the kind goddess, the mother of the Soot brothers and Philza's beloved. Her color is White.

Guardian of the Void, they are the Exile God, Dream's patron God (in the dsmp canon DreamXD here they have a title of their own). Their color is Forest Green mainly but also Neon green.

Sky Gods, they are the Gods of Games and Madness. Wilbur and Quackity are their chosen champions. Their colors is Sky Blue.

Nether Gods, they are the Gods that make the rules of the Nether and chose the next Wither King every few millennia. Jack Manifold is their champion. Their color is Fire Red.

Blood God, the God of War and Bloodshed, the only god that prefers remaining in the mortal plane, he's Technoblade. His color is Blood Red.

The Immortal One, he's not really a god but a godling, created to bring death and destruction but that decided to create and build instead. He's Foolish. His colors are Gold and Emerald Green

I hope this answers to your question and feel free to ask more if you want ^D^