I’ve had this fic idea that I really want to write but don’t have enough drive and it’s honestly -
anyway look! : The title is pending
“Drista, I swear to Prime if you don’t stop right now I’ll-“
“Aw! What’s wrong? Not ‘Big Man’ enough to keep your end of the bet you lost?”
He decided that maybe making a bet with Drista was not the best idea. But he didn’t think he would actually lose. They were betting to see if one of the Demi’s was going to trip going up a set of stairs. However, they made conditions of losing much more extreme than any bet they’ve ever made. So now, he has lost and has to face one of the scariest things he’s ever done.
Live within his very creation.
“You’re on.”
And the last thing Tommy, God of Creation, heard, was the cackle of his only friend, Drista, the Goddess of Mischief, as she let him fall from the clouds into a world he built with the flick of his hand.
HOW WAS THIS?
GOD AU












