Oh man. Guys, I'm obsessed with 'I Became A God In A Horror Game.' I'm so into it that I'm having trouble catching up to the translation, because I'm so tense with the stakes and afraid for it to be over. Honestly, I opened it expecting some mindless power leveling fun, and instead it's just STUFFED with layers and memorable imagery, all with a protagonist with such a fun personality to fit into one of these infinite flow plots. And an INCREDIBLY aesthetic love interest, my god.
Now, the question of how to pitch this book without spoiling it is something I've been wrestling with, without a good answer. The plot is essentially that Bai Liu is a laid off horror video game developer, and when he stops caring about life or death as a result, he enters the game world, where competitors enter horror video game scenarios and fight to win, or just survive. Bai Liu's job gives him an edge, and his calculating, risk tolerant personality gives him more! The love interest makes an appearance in the first of these scenarios, a game that's almost a cross between shadow over innsmouth and the weeping angels, and at first I worried he would be... an accessory to the plot, not really linked to the STORY. I was extremely wrong! But it's hard to say more, and around 140 chapters in, I started losing my MIND for reasons I definitely won't spoil.
But BOY is it fun to draw art for him. I thought about finishing the rose arc to see if there were any more references I could fit in, but I think that would be pushing it with teeny details in the low light, hahaha. I've got to have that pieta, that's very obvious, and the siren king is here. The state of their bodies could be more of a focus in a different piece of art, but I'm still adapting to procreate, and I already had a concept here. The doll was a must, I realized that the scattered pages were PERFECT to fill the water below, and the last little detail that occurred to me was to fit a hint of fire into their reflections below. This was very fun! If this is what entices me to draw again, oh boy, expect to see more of it. And read this book, it's so, so good!!
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Morgott for the ask meme!
hell yes my boy!!
favorite thing about them
Honestly, Morgott covers the bases for a lot of things I'm weak for in a character. I love a guy who is so single-mindedly devoted to a cause, especially one driven by a need to be loved, that the rest of the world and their own well-being falls apart in the process. Something about the inherent tragedy of someone choosing to die on a hill that nobody asked them to take on, that would really be in their better interest to let go of and start anew elsewhere, and yet you want so badly for their efforts to be rewarded in some way because you know it's all for love.
It's just so terribly romantic in a gothic sense. He reminds me so much of the description of the creature in Frankenstein: someone that tried so hard to fit himself into the image of what his maker wanted, who speaks beautifully and eloquently in contrast to his rough exterior, who boasts an intelligence and a competency that was likely learned while hidden from society. And yet we know in both situations that effort will never be reciprocated.
Also, he growls and purrs and has a giant fluffy snow leopard tail. How can I not be obsessed with him.
least favorite thing about them
His big beautiful horns are so hard to draw :'(
Honestly, he's one of those characters where even his flaws are incredibly interesting to me. I like that he refuses to give up his position of power! It's something he worked so hard for, and to his mind must be the only way he can stay safe in a world that he knows wants him dead. I like that he can't let go of the status quo! As his Great Rune tells us, Omen or not he is the rightful Lord of Leyndell. By all standards of the world they're in, he has every right to be proud of that title. And given the alternatives he's likely had presented to him (Rykard, Mohg, the Frenzied Flame), why wouldn't he believe that this stagnant existence is the best he could ask for?
He's the immovable object to our unstoppable force. There's a nobility in his commitment to that, however misguided it may be.
favorite line
"We are all forsaken. None may claim the title of Elden Lord. Thy deeds shall be met with failure, just as I..."
I love his monologue in the beginning of his fight, but the fact that this is the last thing he says just tears me apart on so many levels. It really hammers home how much of his targeted spite towards us is him projecting his own sense of failure to his lineage. He crawled all this way through the mud, gave every drop of his accursed blood for the Erdtree, and it still wasn't enough. How could we possibly have a chance when all his efforts were for naught?
No matter how many times I replay it, I always take some time just to sit next to him after he says that, listening to the rain over the capitol and the somber song of Leyndell. The city really feels like it's in mourning at that moment, all for someone they hated too much to truly understand.
brOTP
Mohg and Morgott!!! The gruesome twosome!! The dynamic duo! Every piece of art or fic that depicts them having some brotherly squabbles and shenanigans brings a little bit of life back into my eyes :')
OTP
As far as canon characters go, it's gotta be Morgott/Oleg. We love a good knight/master ship around these parts, and I think he deserved someone as devoted to protecting him as he was devoted to his cause.
Outside of that, well. I am writing an ongoing fic of Morgott and my Night's Cavalry Tarnished (who was never a Tarnished but a secret third option, but you know.) I think about them a normal amount.
nOTP
Mohg/Morgott. I just want them to have one single family relationship in their life that is remotely healthy man 😭
random headcanon
He's good with animals, and prefers the company of them to people. Most of his communication to the Night's Cavalry is through carrier falcon, but if he needs to summon them all for a meeting, he can do so with an instrument that's very similar to an Aztec death whistle.
Also, he recanted his blood through the Church of Vows. Him and Miriel have a good rapport with one another.
unpopular opinion
Respectfully, I disagree with both the "Morgott is basically the Lands Between's evangelical gay republican" take, as well as the "Morgott is a soggy baby virgin who will cry if you give him a cookie" take.
I think he is a living contradiction in a lot of ways. He is simultaneously an accursed Omen, the lowest of the low, while also having tangible evidence that he is the child of a god and of a powerful bloodline. He has held Leyndell together for more than long enough both to be aware of its corruption, and to be in a position to change it, but he can't allow himself to believe any of it needs to be changed.
He is too stuck on the idea that he needs to uphold the way things are - to prove himself "better" than his curse - to change anything. This is directly contrasting his brother Mohg, who has made an entire cult around acknowledging the unjust suffering he went through.
Like the sealing of his blood into a sword, he represses that truth, until he is so broken down that it is released all at once - painfully and without control.
Because of this, I think he would recoil at the idea of being an object of pity. He has done too much to earn a respectable position for anyone to tell him that he deserves better - even if it's true, and he should be told that.
song i associate with them
Oh god I have a whole playlist of them. But if I were to narrow it down:
Sonne by Rammstein
Momma Sed by Puscifer
Romans 10:9 by The Mountain Goats
Helvegen by Wardruna
favorite picture of them
I am not exaggerating when I say this illustration by tendermiasma re-wired my brain on a fundamental level
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Pete: Shameful.
Helena: Say another word, Peter.
Pete: I have four for you: Full. Of. Shame. Wait...
Helena: Everyday he finds new and exciting ways to annoy me.
Myka: I told you to think long and hard about it before you ever came back.
Helena: Let's just say I had my reason and leave it at that.
Pete, laughing: Long and hard.
Claudia: Can we not encourage him so early in the morning. I'd like to be able to keep my breakfast down today.
Pete: H.G. is the one who keeps setting her room on fire, like we don't already know she never sleeps in there anyway.
Myka: Whatever you think you know, you don't.
Pete: Mykes, even if the walls weren't as thin as they are, you have broken the Univille noise ordinance every single night since that woman has been back.
Abigail appears.
Myka: I swear to god, Pete.
Steve: Every single night.
Claudia: The walls are so very thin.
Abigail: And the warehouse echoes.
Abigail pats Myka's and Helena's heads, then reaches for a bagel.
Myka: Abigail!
Abigail: What? I thought we were sharing.
Myka: Helena?
Helena: I take it as quite the compliment, actually.
Helena proudly sips her coffee.
Myka: Oh my god. Goodbye to all of you and especially you, person who is definitely not sleeping in my room tonight.
Myka leaves, glaring at Helena.
Helena: What did I do?
Abigail sits in Myka's chair.
Pete: Think you burned your room down a little too soon this time.
Abigail: Nonsense. She just did it for the chase.
Everyone looks at Helena.
Abigail: Are you not going to chase her?
Helena: As though I am some desperate scoundrel who so longs for intimacy that I'd allow myself to be lured in by acts of emotional manipulation?
Claudia: Right, no. Of course not. You? Hah!
Steve: That's definitely not a lie. Sarcasm font.
Claudia: Don't say sarcasm font.
Steve: Why not? It's funny.
Claudia: We all know it's sarcasm.
Abigail: Your loss, boss.
Pete: Shameful.
Everyone goes back to what they were doing.
Helena taps her fingers against the wood of the table nervously.
Helena: For the record.
Helena stands.
Helena: I dislike all of you.
Helena leaves.
Steve: She was definitely not lying that time.
Claudia: Ah, she'll get over it as soon as she sees Myka's gorgeous greens.
Abigail: If anybody's curious to know, the floor here is also thin.
Pete: Swabs in, ma'boys.
Everyone reaches into their pockets and pulls out ear buds, ear plugs and cotton swabs. Shoves those into their ears. And returns to their breakfast.
Their newspapers.
Their minding of ones own business.
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