#godformers2k17

[illogicalshockwave]

{{The birth of a star is a messy, chaotic business...}}

[moralchaos]

🔭 |- Visiting Vithigus here in the mortal realm was relaxing. Visiting didn't areas of the world here and enjoying the views and work other gods had created to make this world what it had become. But as night grew he had to depart and ready the stars for the night sky. However, as he was leaving this world to his temple of stars he was stopped by humans in a drunken state. "Seems like your a long way from home." One spoke and the others soon chimed in. Blocking off any exit the god had of escaping. Of course he could teleport back to his temple but these humans had god like powers given to them by someone. Astérix was confused by this and his powers seemed limited in defrauding himself. "I want no trouble." The god of space spoke but seemed like he would get trouble. One by one the men punched and knocked him to the lowest point they could get before one took off his amulet that held the galaxies he created along with his powers. Feeling his powers already start to slip away he tried to get it back. "No, that is not yours to take!" But it was to late. The man dropped it and crushed it under his foot. Releasing all of his magic and powers and destroying all he had created. "No!" Astérix cried. His wings stated to disenagrate into dust, desperately trying to stop it as he stood but soon there was no trace of them left. The dust of his wings flowed away in the wind. His cloths turned into ragged cloths of that someone so poor. His hors cracked and disappeared. The blue stripe in his hair turn black like the rest. His strong body turned frail like a child's as he collapsed to the ground to weak to stand. The men disappeared because he could no longer see the gods and their forms unless they showed themselves to him. His temple above in the heavens as well in the mortal world fell apart like an old stone building giving way. The stars and moon above dimmed as if drained of their life. He was human now. A fallen god stripped of everything and put in a weakened state. The Northern lights would no longer appear in the sky as they disappeared with the night. Astérix confused, upset, weak and broken soon started to cry as he was sick here with nothing. Everything he worked for and done where gone. A brothern God in the heavens above did it out of jealously. @pacifist-bartender

[navimus-prime-archived]

closed rp with @pacifist-bartender

So far Navimus out look on the new world was a bleak one, the few gods she had met were young and selfish, helping mortals only when it would benefit them. 

Still she needed more infromation, and until she found who had pulled her from her deep sleep, the best place to get information was always a tavern. As weak as she was she did not need to do much to appear as another mortal in the small village she came upon, and it was easy enough to find the tavern. Once there she chose a spot where she could go unnoticed but still pick up on the gossip and news. 

[oh-councilor-my-councilor-blog]

SEND in 🏆 for a myth or a legend surrounding my deity!

[tone-chan]

little late to the party but, this is one of my OC’s as a Godformer! I call him The Bountiful One, god of fertile lands, lush gardens, and crops. he can bring rain to parched regions and his favorite offerings are a single basket of a successful harvest and small jars of the lands that were cultivated for growth...also terrariums, be they tiny or large. 

More underneath the cut, hope you don’t mind!

His main patronage are farmers of both the organic and inorganic, but he welcomes anyone that’s looking to have a little help with their green thumb. if you need help growing one, single rose that wilts before you can make someone fall in love with you, give him a shout. 

his home is in a deep cave where the very end sits between this world and the celestial plane (pictured above,) but he really only stays there when he feels drained...hence the, uh...the huge roots jutting out of his back. They’re feeding him. Otherwise, he roams the world as a warm breeze and materializes when he’s needed.

I’mma post this on my Patreon once I get the courage to launch it. :’)

I’m also gonna post this on my portfolio site with my real name signed on it. If you see a duplicate of this on a wixsite somewhere, don’t freak out, its me.

[mightymegatron]

Godformers Intro

Repost.  Don’t Reblog.

Tagged By: myself! Tagging: All those with a God they wanna introduce

Basics

Title : Bellator, The Flame of Battle

Domain :  War, Strength, Vengeance, Protection

Alignment : Chaotic Neutral

Residence : any and all battlefields, literal and metaphorical

Appearance

Disposition : Quick to anger, but easy to placate. Loves nothing more than a good fight and cannot be stopped until the end of battle once he’s been invoked. Mindful of non-combatants. Jovial after victory. Courageous to the point of arrogance. Fickle.

Weaponry : A massive sword made of his life force, fed by the fuel of those slain in combat. It is able to either inflict great pain or to remove it entirely.

Powers : The ability to call his sword from thin air, immeasurable strength, size-shifting to accommodate his opponent, imbuing others with courage and might.

Attire : Energon-blue accents everywhere, one clawed servo and one with blunted digits. A hole revealing the inner flame that gives him his name.

Patronage : Gladiators, soldiers, those who have been slighted. He’s called upon most by those who don’t believe they can win on their own. Symbolic flora : Nasturtium Symbolic fauna : Lion Symbolic satellite : Red giant Symbolic gemstone : Black Onyx Symbolic consumable : A vial of fuel from an ally or charge. Favored offering(s) : Energon spilled to the ground (either an enemy’s or your own) a weapon crafted for the purpose of an offering, or an engraving of his name on a weapon to be used Favored blessing(s) : Dulled pain, increased stamina and strength, a blessing of protection on the ones the warrior leaves behind as they go to fight

Quote : The greatest folly is believing that you cannot lose. If that were true, you would never be fighting in the first place.

[aranea-mechanica]

Never you mind her - the Spinner of Lies is just going to sit here and giggle at the verdant glass orb in her lab. In it can be seen a vast web of chains, and in the middle - Probitas, precious Probitas, just flopped down lying there. 

Lying there. It may not be a whispered lie, but it’s lying all the same.

The Spinner doesn’t know if they’re aware or not, but the simple pun is how they manage to make all this work in the first place. Granted, the Spinner would have noticed Probitas wants her attention even without the web summoning, but this is always easiest.

That doesn’t mean she won’t keep them waiting, though. Would Probitas fall asleep first before she deigned to visit? Or did they have the precognition she’d come sooner rather than later this time?

[lord-overlips]

Radiant Flower

Overlord was watching over the humans, the gods. He’d taken an interest in Octavia, goddess of the harvest. She was beautiful, kind, full of life. Of course Overlord fell in love with her.

“So gorgeous... I’d bring you back with me... show you all manner of luxuries, pleasures...” He murmured to himself, watching her through viewing glass of sorts, a small ethereal window into other realms. 

“Octavia...” He spoke, his voice carrying through her mind. “Sweet goddess of the harvest, of the fields and fertility... how beautiful you are...” She wouldn’t know who was speaking to him. He’d not revealed himself yet.