#captive gods

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Sketch of a scene from that one AU @yesette and I are working on. 🙃 Axel deciding not to kill Sora, and instead cutting off his necklace--a sign of the religion/cult that used him to trap the god of light.

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some sketches from an AU @yesette and i are working on,

thank you yessie for fixing the paws in the first one i owe you my life 😭

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hellohatoresu

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“some sketches from an AU @yesette and i are working on, thank you...”

What is that AU?

Ah! Its an au where the original organisation 13 are all gods of their respective element! So Axel is, for example, the deity of fire. An extoller of compassion and kindler of spirit, as well as the muse of obsession and destruction.

Roxas, the deity of light (giver of luck and vitality, purifier, and guardian of balance), was imprisoned in a human vessel (Sora) so that his blessing would protect Radiant Garden from the encroaching darkness. A human vessel with a will strong enough to overpower the god’s was absolutely necessary to ensure cooperation.

Axel, who had once helped humanity greatly (Going so far as to give them the Divus Nuntii--or “the Divine Message”; a sacred text that divulged the secrets of the gods.) was now Radiant Garden’s number one enemy, doing everything in his power to infiltrate the city and save his friend from his mortal prison.

There’s... actually a lot to this AU. I love worldbuilding and i put a fair bit of work into this one lol.

[frejlandt]

Captive Gods: Water

“Have I dissatisfied you?” Water asked. 

“No.” Water had been entirely adequate. 

“Am I not to your liking?”

“You are.” He’d been bred like the others, a gradient from white to dark. If anything, Water’s spectrum had turned out far more impressive than the rest.

"Then what is it?”

“What is what,” Master pressed, and UnNiacal rubbed beneath the tundra’s chin to sooth him. 

“You never... summon me,” Water said. 

Master snorted. 

That was an easy fix.

“Come here.”

He would see the coatl never complained of such things again.

[frejlandt]

Captive Gods: Arcane

Afraid? Master? 

There is nowhere on earth Master truly fears, but one cannot help see hesitation when he approaches Arcane’s chamber. 

“What is it today?” Master asked, squinting against the magenta glow.

“Master Master Master, yes, Za. Za, come in, yes,” the pink worm slithered through the air and coiled around the golden tundra, never quite touching, always too close. “We worship it, Za, Master, yes.” The snake made an arrow of its body, directing the tundra’s attention to a set of runic geometry etched into the ice. The lines gleamed pink, throbbing with every twitch of the spiral’s tail. “For Za, yes, we did it for Za.” “What is it?” Master pressed, glaring at the spell. It was folly to assume anything would be straight about a spiral, much less one’s answer.  “Pain. Master likes pain, yes? Yes, Za does, Za hurts them, yes, but not us - no, no, no,” the spiral traced the etching’s outer ring with his nose, sniffing like a hound. “Here, you see, here Za is where it starts. It is our gift, our gift to Master. For Master. Does it like it?” 

The tundra reached a paw towards the rune, feeling the skin tingle, then begin to burn, then - 

The spiral pushed the tundra’s claws to the side. “Not so close, Master, no.” Master held his paw against his chest, fingers twitching to dissipate the sensation. He snorted.

“Does it like it?” the spiral breathed.

“Yes...” Master said. There was much to be done with such power.  “Yes, very good.” 

The spiral came to life with pride and energy. The etching glowed so bright it cast sparks upon the floor that left pockmarks and puddles in the ice. “It likes it!” the spiral laughed. 

Master left the chamber, cackles echoing up through the ice: “It likes it, it likes it, it likes it!” 

[frejlandt]

Captive Gods: Wind

Wind was always Master’s pretty little thing. Master draped him in silks and soft scarves and gave him little chains that jingled when he walked, syncopating with the click click of his talons. Master never touches him, only watches and listens and takes his satisfaction like anyone else upon seeing a work of art.

There are no friends for the wildclaw. No companionship. Wind’s job is to be beautiful, and Master sees any interaction as distraction. Wind walks the icy halls, but no one speaks to him, nor acknowledges him as anything but a wandering masterpiece. Even compared to Ice, locked away in the dungeon for a lifetime, Wind is, perhaps, most alone. 

***

Surrounded by other dragons but completely isolated, Wind has come to crave his Master’s gaze. When the golden tundra passes Wind cocks his head and stretches his neck and sways like silent dance. He knows the others fear the tundra, fear his touch.

But Wind would like nothing more than Master’s paw upon his fur. 

[frejlandt]

Captive Gods: Plague

To understand decay and disease is to understand all the many ways a living being can break down. If Fire is Master’s tool for torture, Plague is his mastermind. 

Not that he needs much help.

Master fancies the guardian’s thematic resonance: hide like exposed muscle over white bone, covered by blood red wings. He likes hearing Plague list all the possibilities when a new hatchling is born that does not meet Master’s standards (and, honestly, how many do?). 

Most Master sells. 

The rest are split between the assassins and Plague’s subterranean cavern in the ice. And when the assassins have finished? Plague cleans the slab of their waste, too. So much to learn from corpses, after all. 

[frejlandt]

Captive Gods: Earth

Most Snappers are not to Master's taste. He does not favor their bulk nor the stub of their wings, their pigeon-toed walk or their massive, vulnerable bellies. But Earth, who was bred to represent the god, is Master's exception. Somehow in the frozen hell of Master's lair, Earth manages to find cheer. It is a resilient cheer that even Master cannot kill, and over time he has begrudgingly come to enjoy it. Earth stays mostly in his own quarters, and when Master comes to visit it is not with the sinister purpose with which he comes to visit most others. Earth is warm. Earth is warm and in the frozen hell of Master's lair that is a very powerful allure. Master reclines against Earth's heat and the snapper rumbles songs deep in his belly.