I currently have no ideas but I'm open to hearing some!
Immmmmmmm an experienced writer, so someone with a similar style as me would be much appreciated. (no hate…just saying….I write A LOT when I do responses….aheh)
If you want a sample of my stuff check out A Thousand Cranes in the Limited Tab!
as if a need a sample from you. XD
but do you have a……….plot?
oh
me gusta this idea actually
me god? you god?
I'll be the……………………………………………………..god?
We always do h o mo.
We are the queens of h o mo.
Oooooo usually we do boy h o mos. Shall we do girl lezzies this time around?
Word. I'm so fuckking down
Wanna template?
Ahhh last question– are we using real gods? or can I make one up?
Nah–I've got a god I haven't been able to use yet. 😍
Name: Thealios "Thea"
Gender: Female
God Of: War and Valor
Other Attributes: Strategy, bravery, competition/games, and strength fall under her jurisdiction as well.
Sign/Animal/Plants Of The God: Crossed swords with a star between them, Lion, Olive Trees (It is said that she rests under olive trees after battle to regain her peace)
Appearance: Surprisingly she looks completely different from what most people would think a War God looks like. She's incredibly tall and lithe, but still has enough curve to turn heads of both males and females. Long, long golden blonde hair with streaks of black (like dirt) and red (like blood) crowns her head in relaxed loose waves. Her features are sharp, almost too sharp, cheek bones are high and her jaw line could slice anyone in half, yet she has full curvy lips that disguise a mouth full of fangs and brilliantly violet colored eyes that are tilted up at the corners and fringed with thick lashes that give her a girlish and mischievous demeanor. She looks equally wild and beautiful, but the most war like thing about her is the war paint across her eyes and temples into her hair which is black as pitch as well as the tattoos of swords on her body. One on either forearm and one going from the base of her hairline all the way down her spine to the top of her butt. She generally wears clothes made of thick leather (amazonian-esque).
Main Traits: You can find her symbols and image outside any arena/stadium/coliseum as people often invoke her for good luck. Her image can also be found in hospitals as protection for those who need valor in their fight.
What They Tend To Do More (Like some gods interact with humans more than others and such.): Thea finds humans fascinating so she spends most of her time down in the human realm. She's not one for being subtle so she frequently gets herself in trouble. She loves to bar/club hop and cause a bit of mayhem. She always is attentive to anyone that prays to her.
Extras: She's a god. She's got godly powers and what not.
I think modern?
Like maybe like Thea gets trapped in the mortal realm for some reason or another and your character has to kinda help her out?
They're both semi-idiots (adorably) just trying to make things work in their new situation.
Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss
General-
Name: Iyana Hazel Lanaster
Age: 28
Sex/uality: Raging lesbian; she/her
Appearance-
Eyes (shape, color): Her eyes are hooded and heavy, with dark bags of grey under them (mostly due to her facial structure and lack of sleep).
Features (structure): Jutting cheekbones with a somewhat medium button nose, a strong masculine jawline with a weak chin.
Body type (including skin): Mixed skin, with a slimmer hourglass shape with broad shoulders and hips. 5'5 and about 128 lbs.
Hair: Wiry and curly, wears it short and fluffy around her ears. Dark brown bleached ends. Likes to wear things in it like cutouts of pretty flowers of barretts.
Clothing style: She wears a lot of flowing, brightly colored things. If "cuffed jeans" were a person, she'd be it. She loves casually wearing dresses.
Personality-
Stereotype/General vibes: Token Gay Friend icon. She's Designated Driver as well, with hopes of being the most responsible while actually being the dumbest. But it's okay, for her friends love her for it. No thoughts head empty, but she's academically intelligent so school probably killed her sense of anything smart. She's good at giving advice.
Likes: Cartoons, soft things, plushies, collecting anything and everything, gambling, and pretty much everything.
Dislikes: Crying, anyone vomiting, slimy things, chicken, cilantro.
Virtues: Doesn't really have any sense of religious ideals. She believes in fact and science due to her career being soley based around it.
Education/Career: Doctorate's in Chemistry. Hopes to work in biochem but is sort of stuck between jobs and an intern position.
Flaws: Literally has no common sense and is sort of hopeless in a lot of situations.
Other: I like developing charries in RPs more so help lmao
(Lol she literally sounds like my best friend. I dig it)
(shall I start?)
Battling had always gotten Thealios' blood burning, her lips turned up in a manic smile that did more for frightening her enemies than her godly skills with weaponry. This battle should have been no different. Fel creatures should have been falling before her bloodied sword, their cries of anguish guiding Thea and her loyal troops into a feverish victory.
Except it wasn't.
Thea was losing.
She had called for a retreat twice now. Commanding her troops to safety, rather than further into battle. Something was terribly wrong, Thea could feel it in her gut. Moren, her greatest enemy, had grown unbelievably strong, twisting his fate in such a way that overwhelmed Thea's once proud army. But how? What had changed? What evil had been unleashed upon the Heavens this day?
For the first time in her long, long life, Thea was uncertain of her fate and future. The tang of fear coated her tongue so thickly that she wanted to weep, but she held firm, eye's blazing with power as she unleashed another assault on the creatures Moren commanded, standing on her own so her troops could go free. She hoped in her heart that it would be enough.
He came out of no where, her ancient enemy, standing before her very eyes so suddenly that Thea took an unconscious step backward, her twin swords coming up a second too late to block his tremendous blow. Pain seared through her chest, but it was the sensation of Moren's fel magic pulsating around her body that caused her to scream. Thea's own magic attempted to thwart whatever Moren had done to her, but she was too tired, too spent and he too strong in whatever it was that allowed him to finally defeat her. Dread flooded Thea's heart as she fell.
And fell.
And fell.
Through the Heavens and down, down, down. Everything she had ever fought for passing through her fingertips with no sign of stopping. Screams of devastation ripped through her throat as she fought with everything she had left. To no avail. The Heavens faded from her sight, and there was a note of finality to the bright lights vanishing before her, as if the fates themselves had turned their backs on the God of War and her reaching desperate hand. Thea was alone, and falling.
A massive boom shuddered through the air of the earthly realm, heard from all corners of this world along with the mighty quakes that followed the crashed landing of the once undefeated God of War. If anyone had been looking up in the sky in the moments before, they would have seen the white fireball descending at a frightening speed towards the earth and more than likely wondered if that was the end prophets always went on and on about…
Fortunately, it wasn't the end of the earthly realm. At least not yet.
The God of War groaned in pain, flipping over to her back so she could breathe a bit easier. Her body protested as she sat up, the ground swaying under her as she attempted to focus. Despite blinking rapidly and pressing her hands to her temples, the world swam around her, colors blurred and Thea couldn't blink away the spots in her vision.
Thea flopped back down, throwing a arm over her eyes.
"Shit."
(no worries–I know you're good for it bb!!)
