Gods In the Water

Multimuse blog for Gods of the Deep and their cultists

[godsinthewater]

Welcome! Mun is +30, and I respectfully ask minors DNI. Find my rules here. I have two other active RP blogs: @yellingmetatron and @apisanonymous. This blog is dedicated to four main muses associated with the fickle powers of the sea. Magic, mayhem, and madness abound. At the moment, the main lineup is: Cthulhu

Domnu

Tyche

Veles

In addition, because I have enablers for best friends, this blog will host as many cultists and otherwise soul-bound characters as I feel like. Some of these will be OCs, some will be from various works of fiction. At the moment, the lineup includes:

Ecclesiastia. OC originally developed for Fallen London. Cephalopod-headed monstrosity woman in a nice suit, fan of Shakespeare, constantly irritated. Cultist of Cthulhu.

Jorge. OC, but heavily tied to @arcanigenum's UNRVLD setting. Mysterious janitor at a paranormal facility. Cultist of everybody.

Liam Cipher. From pengychan's Gravity Falls fanfic Flat Dreams. Displaced polygon in human form. Cultist of Tyche.

Lobkin of Lingborough. OC. Lubber fiend, which is a fully demonic offspring of a demon and a witch that acts more like a brownie or other house spirit than a demon. Cultist of Domnu.

Wolfgang Keinmorgen. OC. A type of German fae known as an Alp. Cultist of Cthulhu.

Tavi. OC. Vampire aristocrat. Somewhat insufferable, very very Catholic, Habsburg loyalist. Cultist of Veles. (Brief, nondescript eye trauma in backstory.)

Any name without a link is currently under construction, but can be played with by request.

[helreginn]

The wait is shorter than he may have envisioned. Entirely absent, one might say. Unseen eyes having watched him from the moment he came ashore. A ghost, an echo or a shadow. Hard to ascertain. She had followed his every footstep with head craned to and fro, curious and animalistic. And then, as he sat, she sat also. Knees pulled toward her chest as she watched across the kindling. Waiting on his next move.

Blue flame burns hotter. This is sometimes true. But so close to the border of her home, he might learn - if he wasn't already aware - that some flames burn cold. The moment the small fire is breathed to life, it's tendrils licking up and away from the wood, Her visage is revealed. Eyes drawn to the fire. A curious violet reflected in the blue of it.

For a moment it's unclear if she even remembers his presence. Trust the daughter of wildfire to lose her thoughts in a symbol of home..

Words clarify. She remembers. She is aware. Her eyes don't once stray. "The common practice is a chicken," She dutifully informs before ammending, "But I do not mind this.." An almost translucent hand lifts, knuckles turned back towards wrist to loose limb from sleeve as she points with her fingertips towards the fire, "...Light show."

[godsinthewater]

The pale interloper smiles a little, laced fingers resting in his lap.

"Ah, I never could lay a hand on birds easy. There are exceptions. But not chickens." And that is apparently all he has to say about that. "Light shows are more my specialty. They are most impressive well, well away from sunlight. Never did the sun and me see eye to eye." He laughs softly. For looking as sinister as he does, it's a pleasant laugh.

"My name is Veles. We didn't meet at Beelzebub's Ball, but I sensed one other death god. Your name is Hel, at least in part, or am I misdirected?"

[godsinthewater]

I just want you all to imagine whenever the 'camera' is on Veles in any scene music from the Witcher games starts playing. It may stop when it cuts to whoever else is in the scene, but the second he's onscreen again it starts right back up. Which song varies depending on the situation, but I am particularly thinking of one of the best villain themes of all time.

[godsinthewater]

@helreginn

The funny thing about being a god is that symbolism blurs easily into physical reality. Water unites; all rivers are one river, all seas are one sea. And all mist rises from the same place.

Using such logic, finding the edge of the wetlands of Nav that border Helheimr is, if not easy, at the very least possible. Veles has always enjoyed things on the edge of possibility and so the journey isn't as taxing as it would be to someone with a well-ordered mind like his brother. Sometimes he wades, sometimes he swims, sometimes he slithers, but in the end he finds the place he's looking for.

The man whose cleft hoof steps ashore is clothed in a mud-speckled tunic and a heavy and utterly drenched fur mantle, but he seems completely comfortable beneath it. He leans on his shepherd's crook a moment as he surveys the rocky shore, despite his rough woolen blindfold. He grins, sharp teeth even whiter than his pale flesh.

What he does next is... odd. He collects a number of decent-sized stones and carefully makes a circle further up away from the tide, near a large beached log. He digs a pit in the center of the circle, then goes back to the surf and collects the seaweed he can find. He piles the seaweed in the center of the pit. Then he collects little scraps of driftwood, arranging them in a conical shape atop the seaweed.

It looks like a firepit. And if the seaweed were dried, it would make decent fuel, especially if the driftwood were also dry. But neither is. What the strange man has made is close to the opposite of a fire.

And yet when he strikes flint, a blue spark catches... somehow. What burns is not fire. It flickers like the shadows of deft, clever fingers, and it consumes the fuel. But it is not fire.

Veles settles himself down comfortably on the log to wait. It might be short, it might be long, but he's content to wait regardless.

[fallen-guardian]

"Wait, what? I didn't even get laid yet!"

Well, at least he's not stuck here anymore.

[godsinthewater]

"If that would improve your evening, zhrebets, I'm more than amenable to a hookup," Veles says, "Tyche and I are also packing up leftovers. You and me could have our own party, yes? But with more tentacles~"

[fallen-guardian]

"Wait, so are we just trapped in here? Is there anything to keep anyone from just teleporting out? Cuz, you know, what if we need to get out for some reason?" He does not like the thought of being trapped anywhere, even in a large place like this. And he was just hit with the realization of that possibility.

[godsinthewater]

"Easy, prijatelj," Veles says, voice gentle as he walks up behind Andras. "Between you, me, and the cocktails, some of us have... ways of moving around. If need be."

[godsinthewater]

"Well chlapci a dievčatá, this party is indeed to die for~" Veles croons. Tyche whacks him lightly with her fan.

"Sorry about him folks. Death god. They get like this."

"Oh, we're in Hell, kochanie, I'll hardly scandalize anybody. And with the food, drugs, and promise of carnal indiscretions, who needs to live for longer than tonight-- ow, blyat! Did you-- did you actually hide a razor blade in that thing?"

"A woman's gotta be prepared," Tyche says, flicking the ichor off her fan's edge. "Now come on Vee, let's get singing. Give your mouth something else to do right?"

"For now, draga, for now~"

And with that, they begin.

My mama always said You can't cheat an honest man (Can't con a con) It's not a lie, my love, if they believe you (It's not a lie, it could be true) So tell them anything, dear (Tell them what they want to hear) And wrap them 'round your finger And take them for what they've got before they leave you

These two obviously have either a great rapport or have had intensive rehearsals. Whether the chemistry is fake or not, the way they engage with each other is compelling. They sway and swirl around each other.

Well, I used to be a gambler But, the odds were never good (Not in my favor) My lucky stars were never my best feature (I rely upon my charm) So, I cut it out with cards (And dice and betting at the races) I was working much too hard And I was born to live a life of leisure Let's take this sleepy town by storm And when the sheep have all been shorn We'll be gone just like the gentle breeze of yesterday With your skills and my good looks Those fish'll be begging for the hook Reeled in by our seductive serenade

As they dance, they grow closer, hand in hand, apparently keeping their eyes on each other rather than the audience-- it's hard to tell between the mask and the blindfold. In the end they seem to have forgotten about anything save each other, wrapped up in their own melancholy.

Since we met I don't know if I've fallen for you, baby Or if you've set me up to take the fall Love is just another con A fairy tale to lead them on But together, baby, maybe we could love them all~

Veles flashes a huge grin as they go into the last chorus, all energy and joy-- probably at someone else's expense, and Tyche throws her drachma high into the air, only to catch it on its edge on her fan. They both bow, and depart.

@qveenofgluttony

[godsinthewater]

"Which of the Abrahamics will snap first, do you think?" Veles asks, flexing his fingers. The way they move is... wrong, for the joints they should have.

"Like, and try to kill somebody? Hmm." The silver drachma twirls in Tyche's finely gloved fingers. "Nah, nah. Not gonna hazard on it. Wouldn't be fair to anyone else who wants to bet, would it?"

"You know, you don't need to influence the outcome. Your powers are limited down here anyway."

"Eh, fair enough. My money's on the big angel."

"I would certainly be willing to place my bet on Satan."

Tyche looks around.

"We got any other takers? C'mon, roll up!"

[godsinthewater]

Veles wonders just how much trouble would be kicked up if he tried to poach the odd soul or two. Come on, inviting Sinners to this occasion practically invites it.

Doesn't matter if they're already under contract. Legal tug-of-war is one of his very favorite games.

[godsinthewater]

@qveenofgluttony

"Hey girl, wanted to give props." The goddess jerks her thumb toward the statue; yes she could gesture elegantly with her fan, but so what? "Not every chick can pull off the marble look, and I'd know."

[godsinthewater]

Two figures stride arm-in-arm, both intricately adorned in green and gold—two of Tyche’s favorite colors, and Veles was content to match.

Tyche as gone for a Venetian Carneval style, equal parts elegant, lavish, and ever-so-slightly unsettling.  She carries a fan and staff adorned with flowers and lace; when she sets either aside, an ancient silver drachma coin can be seen twirling through her gloved fingers.  Where she walks, the faint scent of salt air and jasmine follows.

Veles is dressed as an Armenian Apostolic bishop, as if about to celebrate the Divine Liturgy—though in deference to is surroundings, he wears a large, prominent gold and ebony inverted Latin cross around his neck.  If Hell likes to use Peter’s old symbol, that’s fine with the chthonic god.

The god’s skin is a wet, fungal white, and he smells vaguely alcoholic. Black, wavy hair reaches his shoulders.  When he grins, he displays a full mouth of shark teeth.  He wears no mask, but a black blindfold, despite which he navigates the party flawlessly.  A bull’s cloven hooves click against the floor as he walks.

The two deities share a brief glance—a smirk obvious on Veles’ face—and split up to mingle.

@qveenofgluttony

[godsinthewater]

Sometimes Tyche likes to go down to Abrahamic Hell because honestly why the fuck not. If nothing else, singling out everybody who insists it's not their fault they ended up down there, particularly when they cite bad luck, can be weirdly therapeutic.

Addendum: Just found this in my drafts and am very amused at the timing.

[godsinthewater]

Not gonna lie, I'd definitely enjoy having more of my muses attend the ball, but four (Metatron, Bee, Tyche, and Veles) is probably the absolute max I can juggle.

[godsinthewater]

~ @qveenofgluttony

Heeeeey, my fellow thicc queen. Wouldn't miss it for all of Olympus~"

"Nor I, skapa."

[godsinthewater]

"…Tee?"

"Yeah Vee?"

"Understand I am not objecting at all, but… why is there a muscular anthropomorphic bee in the flat?"

Said bee is kicking his legs while sitting on Tyche's absurdly huge mattress.

"Hi!" He chirps. "I like your teeth. Bzz~"

"I'm sure you do," the god says indulgently, showing off those shark-like teeth. Tyche takes a quick sip from her daquiri.

"Well, yanno that ball I did the honor of asking you to? Figured I'd bring him along, and I wanted to set some ground rules and shit. Bringing a mortal to an Infernal function is a big deal," she says, apparently trying to sound severe as she looks him over. He clacks his mandibles and chitters a little.

"Oh you," Veles croons. "All right, sakrovishte, I do understand. But you, what, just found him? We are not going to have to return him somewhere by some time?"

"Nah, nah. He's good all night long."

"Buzzin' straight~" the insect puts in.

"His mom's… kind of a friend? Hard to tell with some of those Queens sometimes, and she's named for a reeeeeallly poisonous flower, too. Well, you know me, I dig the ambiguity. Him and his mom are Beesus worshipers, but she thought it'd be good for him to get to Beelzebub's Ball at least once. You know how some parents send their kids on a tour of Europe? Like that, but Hell. We're supposed to keep him out of trouble, which I do feel like doing. We only need to protect his soul, though, he can just pick up a new body."

Veles rubs his chin thoughtfully. Experimentally, a tendril sprouts from his back, worming its way towards the Bee's face. As soon as it's in range, the god finds the tendril suddenly entwined with the bee's long, amber proboscis. The insect purrs a little.

"Well, no objections from me. Tell me, skapi, have you worn a suit before?"

"Does the tear-away kind count? Bzz."

"All right, yes, we must bring him."

[qveenofgluttony]

Closed mouths don't get fed, open up your jaws

Until there's nothing left at the monster's ball~!

Queen Beelzebub's 603rd annual Masquerade Ball. A winter ball held in the royal palace right in the Gluttony Ring of Hell. Hosted by Princess Beelza aka Bee!

An RP Event (3rd year anniversary!!!) hosted by: @qveenofgluttony/@infernal-feminae

Graphic made by the amazing and talented: @phoenixborn!

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General Info:

Event takes placed from December 13-15th. Starting on Friday evening 6 pm Central Time.

Mutuals and non-mutuals welcome to participate.

RSVP by liking or reblogging this post! This invitation will be sent to your muse(s) for them to respond IC if you want.

Please use the tag Beelzebub's Masquerade Ball for the event.

Look forward to live music performances, contests, and other mini events!

Costumes or formal wear are a must!

Guidelines:

Muses who received a formal invitation are allowed to bring another muse as their plus one.

Since my Beelzebub is now a fandomless OC, both Hellaverse and non-Hellaverse muses are welcome to participate!

My Beelzebub will be disguised as another demon throughout this entire event. Muses are still welcome to interact with her if they wish, but she will take on a form they would not be familiar with.

In addition, her daughter, canon!Bee aka Beelza will be hosting in her place.

This event is not chronologically locked. If you want to continue any threads after the actual event feel free!

I’ll write a drabble/open starter to kick off the event, but if anyone wants to send me an ask or starter beforehand due to time constraints please feel free!

I will be posting throughout the next few weeks to give more info on certain events and gathering participants for the contests as well as posting a schedule outline.

Events:

Costume contest.

Couples dancing 'contest.'

Live performances by Princess Beelza and Verosika Mayday. (I will be using my Verosika muse be default but if any Verosika muns would like their Veros to perform instead, feel free to DM me and let me know ASAP!)

Open Mic.

After dark activities

There is an unofficial game where guests try to guess my Beelzebub's identity by the time the ball ends. Whoever is able to correctly guess first wins a grand reward of their choosing--within reason.

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Any other questions regarding the event my DMs are open!

[angelsandemons]

Hermes giggled, floating over toward Tyche with an amused smile. "Why not both. darling? Luck doesn't need to go one way or the other." Hovering in mid-air, he conjured up his caduceus, twirling it idly in his hands as he considered the possibilities.

"God or mortal?"

[godsinthewater]

Tyche snorts, amused. Hermes is one of her favorite relatives for a reason.

"Always with the good ideas, H." She idly flips an ancient drachma coin, and catches in in the palm of her hand-- it lands on the edge.

"Lessee... targeting a mortal would prolly cause a lot less disruption in the world at large... bo-ring." The coin tilts left. "But it's always fun to see a human suddenly struggle with being the center of our attention." The coin tits right. Suddenly, it starts spinning like a gyroscope.

"Oooh, here's a thought: Why not pick somebody from another pantheon? It'd be super irresponsible and could lead to a cataclysmic disruption of reality itself!" He clasps the coin in her hand and grins. "I wanna say... the Abrahamics."