#voidian god

[ask-voidianspooky]

(OOC post)

hey! if you're a voidian, you've probably found this blog because i sent a link to it. if you're not a voidian, i don't know why or how you're here, and i don't really care, but stick around for a while maybe?

anyway, this is the ask blog for the character named spooky. if you have a question for me, the mod of this blog, address it to ollie. it'll just make things easier for all of us.

the purpose of this blog is twofold: one, it will be another concrete piece of void lore, something easy to keep track of and look back at. two, it's an easy way for every voidian to interact with the lore of the gods and all that junk.

the blog has a secret third purpose, of course, which is that i thought it'd be a fun way to test out making an ask blog! i wanna do something more concrete with some life seri/es junk later, but obvi that's not now because, if you're a voidian, you know i'm busy.

anyway! if you want to send in an ask as your void character, make sure you're off anon. other than that, enjoy :)

(if you aren't in the void, it's just a discord server that has lore. this blog is made to facilitate that lore between friends. don't be afraid to stick around though!)

[hmshermitcraft]

Xisuma is a voidian, his kind are often regarded as gods by others. It doesn't count as murder if it's a sacrifice made in his name, so why would he care about it? It's only murder if someone makes a sacrifice to his brother, because ex is evil. That is why he's very disappointed in zedaph; why on earth did he think it was a good idea to sacrifice someone to such an evil entity? What do you mean he was trying to flirt? That's impossible, his brother is evil, no one would ever... And that's how the hermits realised that X is distinctly more protective towards them than he is his own brother. Poor ex just wanted to talk to his boyfriend.

He’s a firm believer that Ex doesn’t deserve one of his precious hermits, and while he may not be dating any of them, he sees them more of a family then he does of Ex

[sleepy-and-anxious]

WIP Questions tag game

*strolls into the spotlight and taps the microphone* yo- Does this thing work? 

Sup my dudes! So guess whos back doing a tag game that isn’t a last line tag for the first time since *checks watch* like august 2018? This bitch. 

I’ve been tagged for this one so many times that my brain short circuited and I can’t for the life of me remember who’s tagged me. Most recently though was the lovely af @cohldhands and the sweetest @chalky-charlie welp im sorry everyone else that i’ve forgotten ily 

I’m going to answer these for Good For Something (because I can’t remember if i’ve done this before)

rules: answer the questions, then tag some people.

1: Describe the plot in one sentence

A good-for-nothing Common’s delinquent is payed good money to assassinate a known Noble murderer, and fails only to discover a not so secret world of magic, abilities, demons and platonic soulmates.   

2: Pick one sight, smell, sound, feel, and taste to describe the aesthetic for your WIP.

Sight: Flickering neon signs illuminating foggy alleyways  

Smell: Gasoline 

Sound: Sirens and gunshots

Feel: The sharp edge of shattered glass 

Taste: The first sip of black coffee

3: Which 3+ songs would make a playlist for your novel?

I wont use any songs on my actual gfs playlist but i’ll give you some new ones

 dead af - Krewella 

What’s Up Danger (with Black Caviar) 

Stronger - The Score 

Triggered - Chase Atlantic 

My Blood - Twenty One Pilots 

Leave a Light On - Tom Walker

4: What’s the time period and location in which your novel takes place?

GFS is set on a fantasy continent named the God’s Continent. GC is split in half with the north being a country called Noble and the south being a country called Commons. 30 years prior to GFS commons fell to Noble rule officially. Nobody bellow the border respects it. Noble are more traditionalist in nature, content to their rural life and ‘old fashioned values’. Common’s prefers innovation, technology and crime to get by. 

Good For Something is primarily set in South Commons City. Not a very nice place, really.  

5: Are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded?

Before I decided on GFS, the working title was just “The Call of The Void” after the phenomenon of l’appel du vide which is basically like the phenomena of intrusive thoughts which are like “Oh this is so high up I could jump off this ledge” or “I could steer my car straight into traffic right now, huh?” but when someone isn’t actually suicidal. They’re usually random and fleeting thoughts. Its also called HPP (the high place phenomenon). Its a pretty cool concept that I thought related well to GFS.  

I also found it pretty cool bc in GFS there are these people called Voidians who worship the void element. Most of em are dead. Most. 

But yeah, I decided against it. Occasionally I still refer to it as The Call of The Void quartet or series. 

6: What’s the first line of your novel?

“I woke up in a puddle of my own vomit to the sound of sirens and gunshots.” 

7: What’s a line of dialogue you’re particularly proud of? 

I stole this from a last line tag i did but i do love this scene!!!! 

8: Which line from the novel most represents it as a whole?

“I ran out of second chances long ago.“ 

"You’ll never run out of chances so long as there are people still willing to give them.”

9: Who are your character(s) face claims?

I have too many character in GFS to put them all here but you can find face claim photos for my main cast on my wip page. 

I can give you Ciel and August though bc I have the pics saved on my desktop! 

Ciel: Erika Linder 

August: Liam Aiken 

10: Sort your characters into Hogwarts houses. 

Ciel: Slytherin 

August: Slytherin 

Trainor: Hufflepuff 

Kruse: Ravenclaw 

Blood: Gryffindor 

11: Which character’s name do you like the most?

Tbh I love Hepton the best purely because I made it up when I was 11 and never changed it lmfao. 

12: Describe each character’s daily outfit.

Ciel: Hoodies, sports bras, sweatpants, baseball cap 

August: Button down shirt, ripped jeans, leather jacket. Or house uniform: maroon blazer, black tie, black trousers

Trainor: His house uniform - blue blazer, black tie, black trousers

Kruse: His house uniform - white blazer, black tie, black trousers 

Blood: Her house uniform - white blouse, maroon pinafore dress. 

13: Do any characters have any distinctive birthmarks/scars?

Ciel has a fuck load of tattoos, and kinda collects scars and scrapes over the course of the books. 

August has lots of healed self harm scars on his forearms. 

Trainor has a birth mark on his knee. 

Kruse has nothing. 

Blood’s fingers permanently looked dipped in ink because of her curse (power)  

14: Which character most fits a character trope?

Trainor fits the Dumb Thot comic relief trope on the surface level but he’s so much more than that and i love him 

15: Which character is the best writer? Worst?

Kruse is the best writer, but in an academic sense. Cube or Saintly would be the best writers in a creative sense. 

16: Which character is the best liar? Worst?

Arguably, Ciel is simultaneously the best and worst liar. 

17: Which character swears the most? Least?

Ciel and August fight for the title of who has the worst potty mouth. Blood and Kruse never swear. 

18: Which character has the best writing? Worst?

Blood and August have the prettiest handwriting. Train and Ciel’s handwriting is illegible. 

19: Which character is the most like you? Least like you?

This is a difficult one. I’d say im most likely a mixture between Bryn, Ari and Blood. Like... partial sweet bean, partial mom friend but also takes no shit and drinks too much iced coffee.  

20: Which character would you most like to be?

None of them, theyre all deeply flawed and stupid idiots but I love them. But, I don’t think i’d want to be any of them lmfao. 

Yay!!! Done!!!! I hope ya’ll enjoyed if you read it to the end! 

I’m going to tag @carrotgirl-1 @notanotherhour @elonanwrites @atinydino @elliewritesstories @chaos-reign @shireduchess @yuutfa @zielenheil (No pressure if you don’t want to or have already done it! uwu I wanna hear ya’ll talk about ur stuff ily) 

[caliginousgato]

You’ve been feeling a Ki malfunction coming for a while now. You expected one after the kind of power you had to use to escape the church. You were worried about how your condition could burden Akira, cause him to worry while you’re under his hospitality. These episodes never get any easier, and this last time was the greatest amount of magic you’ve used in a long time. You tapped yourself out, used up every reserve. 

And now it’s here. It’s happening. You’re on the floor. Your head feels like it’s full of cotton. Cotton that’s also full of needles. You can’t see anymore. Your nerves are on fire, and sobs come out between gasps. You dread going through these god-awful things alone. But someone is there. The presence of the voidian feline that’s only gotten closer to you since your arrival, is travelling around you in circles. It cries out in a tiny voice only you can understand.

> I a̧m ̛wit͟h͞ ͢y̶ǫu̸.

Your mind has gone hazy now, like some serious drug trip gone south. Your senses have expanded beyond your human body. The body you’ve lost control of, that’s lying in a heap on the floor. You think Akira is here now. You can’t see with your eyes, but you can “see” him there. You think you can hear his voice, too, but the other presence is louder.

> Be҉ st͏ill.

>͢ Y̷ou ͏wįll ̶not͠ ͘d͞ie.́

You listen to the voice. You trust it. It’s familiar in a way you can’t describe. Like belonging. Like strength. Like peace. Like completion. Like home. You don’t want to die, and you don’t want to be alone. You know it feels the same way. Because, well... it is you. You are one with the void. You can feel it curled up against your chest.

> ̼̟̯͠R̯e̠̟t̝u͎̦͉̤r̭̦̖͕̣͔̭n̼̻̙̮ ͜t͉͈͇̠o ͚̝̝͈͍͡ͅm͓̠e̪̪͜.

And you aren’t afraid anymore.

[voidianfreakshow]

The Introduction

Welcome to Voidian, or Void as the kids would say in these days. Starting around the 1200’s to modern day 2040’s many souls have been living in an unknown bipolar universe with governments and kingdoms, located under the earth and above hell. Around for more than 800 years, seven wars have taken place, one massacre, several kingdoms and governments have risen and fallen. This amazing land was first ruled by the two eternal gods from heaven and hell, you know to be God and Satan. After two wars against each other, the devil was able to take over and is still in control now. Shortly after his daughter, Devlyn, was born and acknowledged as the princess of hell. When she was 16, (in human years) she has gathered souls with no remorse and they began to steal and kill in Pandemonium. They were loose for several years before getting caught. Their punishment was a strange one, as are most things in Void, instead of going to an asylum, they were sent to work at Void’s newest and strangest attraction. Along with Devlyn, Neon, her best friend and roommate for two years, was also punished. Now, they stay and work in a circus located on the border of the city of Pandemonium. Welcome to the Freakshow!

[callofthev01d]

I’m gonna kick myself in the tits, why do I never post on here enough?! Literally I have so much info about my universe and yet I don’t do shit …

Here have a one of my pictures I drew…

My eldritch void flower boy ARTICUSSSS!!!! (Artie!)

May is perfect time to be posting about my flower man~ because his birthday originally when he was rebirths as a human back in Athens, it was may 30th.

But when he died and was reborn in the void as a voidian and deity of life. His official rebirth date was June 2nd. Still a ♊️ through and through~

[callofthev01d]

Stick man of my fella Mr.King~ he’s such a fly guy

[hmshermitcraft]

A voidian, a watcher, both god-like beings, both extremely feral and territorial creatures. So what happens when you put two extremely intelligent for their kind, watchers, in the same world as a voidian that is just as smart and also has access to his world bending powers? Surprisingly, two snuggly littler songbirds and their very territorial and protective mate. The other hermits just hope that pearl and grian can agree on the placement of their nest so they stop finding half built nests everywhere- they asked X to make them stop but he just claims the entire server is their nest. So he is no help at all.

The nests end up being quantum portals to each other, linking many parts of the world. It’s pretty cool, unless you’ve just stumbled into one and don’t know how to get home.

[sleepy-and-anxious]

WIP: Good For Something | Worldbuilding: The Children of The Void

History: 

The Children of the Void were originally the religious following of The Mystic Moon. Taking her word as gospel and believing that, due to her human status among demon Gods, she was ultimately purer and more likely to be kindly towards her fellow humans. To an extent, they were correct and therefore quickly gained a large following. 

After the death of the God’s and the unease and instability that followed, The Children of the Void established them as a major political power claiming that the Mystics Curse on humanity should be cherished and held to high esteem. The mystic had given her life and gifted her children with abilities. This idea bought on, however the extreme worship of the Mystic did not.

Deciding to primarily keep to themselves after the political upheaval of the continental divide, the children of all the continued their worship, writing scriptures in a new language and giving advice should people call for it.

Over time, they became less of a religion, less extremist, and more of an organised group. They spoke their own language and begun travelling around the continent rather than taking root in a particular area. While dropping the zealot nature of The Children, they became known as Voidians. They still primarily worshipped the mystic, but they became more about their own culture as people rather than followers of the moon.

Curses: 

The Voidians have some very peculiar and powerful curses. It is believed that the Mystic left them these abilities as a thank you for their support and unyielding faith. Others believe it was an attempt to make them finally take her off the pedestal she had been put on. 

The first Voidian curse was given to the leader of The Children. His name was Hamish Front. Hamish Front had the ability to manipulate glass and thus became the first GlassBlower. The knuckle of his right hand thumb was magically branded with the digit 1 during the mystics curse. The reason why was never established. 

Though, these days a GlassBlower would be considered an Earth-adept Curse - it leans closer to the moon as Earths sister element. Over time the only known GlassBlowers have been Voidian. Any curse relating to Glass or Mirrors have come to be known as Voidian Curses and it is likely for a person to be told they have ‘Voidian blood’ should their curse appear in such a way. 

Language:

The Voidian language is one that is rarely used on the God’s continent after their demise. It is considered a dead language by many. The Voidian language was originally formulated by paranoid leaders of The Children in order to hide their spiritual scriptures from the Lords and Ladies of Noble. With its deep trill sounds and pronunciation it is a rather easy language to identify on the continent and is often referred to as the demon tongue. The Voidian language was taught to many Vodian’s as their native language and mother-tongue especially in travelling communities. Very few seek to learn it as a language seeing it as dark, occult and cursed.   

Demise: 

The demise of the Voidian population came 20 years previous to modern time. On the dawn of The Moon Festival - one of the annual celebrations of the Gods. The parents and students of The Academy of Cursed and Noble Children awoke to find the School House of Amethyst Spiders (The house that voidian children were appointed to) set ablaze in the night. By the time anyone came aware of the disaster, only dead bodies were being pulled from the wreckage of the once beautiful school house. Only five children survived. It was believed to be arson. 

After the devastation of the event, having lost their children, many voidian parents took their own lives leaving the already small voidian population dwindling. Over the next twenty years, many of the elders died through what is said to be either heartbreak or old age. 

Very few Voidians remain. 

Sup guys! Sorry for posting this so soon after my last one but I needed to get this up before spotlight. Things are starting to get dark and creepy in gfs and these guys are pretty crucial to the story! I hope you like it and find it interesting! 

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[caliginousgato]

> Transform

Shadows bend around you, coagulating around your body. The voidian cat vanishes into them, becoming a part of you again. But it’s different this time, and your can feel it in your core. A bond has been made, a contract, sealed. The power of your new familiar triggers something that was once only able to be accomplished by your ancestors. It’s something you had been looking for answers on, the very thing that led your to meeting little Nox Nugget in the first place.

The power of transformation.

Your whole body goes up in dark flames, your human body dissolving into the void. You shriek, and your yells turn into animal-like cries. The pain gives way to a new form, and when you come to moments later, you bear witness to the first of it. Vanta-black fur covers every inch of your body, your hands and feet have become paw-like and they posses deadly, razor sharp claws. Oh my god, is your stab wound gone, too? No. Not quite. But it’s not gushing everywhere anymore. Looks like a nice protective layer of skin has formed over it, so you just have to be careful.

Grasping at your face you find a muzzle and whiskers, on your head you find even more fluff, and from what you can feel, pointed ears. Your tongue runs over your teeth and finds fangs. In your mind, the image of the legendary demon dog of your family’s name emerges, and you move as quickly as you can to the bathroom. You need a mirror, and a toilet to throw up in if what’s staring back at you is a dogs face. 

But no, what you see when you reach the mirror is not the face of a canine, but a feline. Your eyes are like red and white floodlights against your jet-black fur. Oh my god. Oh my god? This is terrifying? But so amazing. 

❝ HHHᴏʟʏ sʜɪᴛ... ❞

Something on the wall that was knocked loose by the shockwave earlier clatters to the floor and your heart nearly fuckin’ stops. You’re back in a fighting stance immediately but find no one there ready to give you a fresh stab. You look to your father who’s still knocked the fuck out and laying there on the floor. God, you’ve never been more relieved that he’s unconscious than you are right now. If he saw you like this,,, he’d try and kill you for sure... He might try again anyway once he comes to! Fuck, how are you going to get out of here looking like this?! 

Then, you realize. The 𝓡𝖆𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖗 𝓦𝖎𝖙. It can open a portal! You can use it to escape! ...If you can summon it. The family heirloom is only possessed by the head of the family, the one with the largest ki. It’s been in your father’s hands for decades... you couldn’t—  No. You take a deep breath, and put your foot down on those doubts. Your father lost this fight when he lost control of the sword. You are no longer a child. You are powerful enough. You are strong enough.

It’s time to take your birthright.