#tales of godborn

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A Storm Runner novel (book 3): The Shadow Crosser by J.C. Cervantes

Best-selling author Rick Riordan presents J.C. Cervantes' epic finale to the Storm Runner trilogy, a tale of mystery, magic, and mayhem featuring gods from both Maya and Aztec mythology.

Zane Obispo has been looking forward to his training at the Shaman Institute for Higher Order Magic, and not only because it means he'll be reunited with his best friend, Brooks. Anything would be better than how he has spent the last three months: searching for the remaining godborns with a nasty demon who can sniff them out (literally). But when Zane tracks down the last kid on his list, he's in for a surprise: the ""one"" is actually a pair of twins, and they're trying to prevent a mysterious object from falling into the wrong hands.

After a shocking betrayal, Zane finds himself at SHIHOM sooner than expected. Even more shocking is the news that the Maya gods have gone missing. The bat god, Camazotz, and Ixkik' (aka Blood Moon) have taken them out of commission . . . and the godborns are their next target. The only thing the villains need now? The object that the twins possess.

Zane knows the godborns aren't strong enough yet to stand up to Zotz, Ixkik', and their army. There might be a way to save the gods, but it involves locating a magical calendar that can see across time and space . . . not to mention traveling more than thirty years into the past.

In The Shadow Crosser, Zane and his friends embark on their most treacherous mission yet--a mission that, with one blunder, could change history as we know it, and worse, destroy the universe.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/49293602-the-shadow-crosser

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September 7, 2020

My Review: 5/5 Stars

A fantastic conclusion to this trilogy! I loved this series since I picked up book one and the third book did not disappoint. Zane and his friends are back and now it is time to defeat Camazotz and Ixkik once and for all. His mission to gather the godborns is just about complete. Though tracking down the last one, which turns out to be twins, is tricky, he makes it out of there in one piece. But their plans are quickly derailed when after the godborns are claimed by parents, the gods are taken! As Zane and his friends find a solution to try and find the missing gods they find out there are a lot more twists and turns they could ever imagine. And the biggest twist of all is where the gods are exactly. Nothing is ever easy for Zane. And this is his biggest and most dangerous mission yet. Like I said earlier, I loved this book. I couldn't put it down. There were a lot of plot twists that kept me on my toes. And the ending was great too. Especially that it left it with the possibility of more books from this world. Which I learned it looks like we are getting two more books, but from Ren's point of view as she tackles an issue that was brought up at the end of this book. So excited! I loved reading these stories and learning more about the Mayan gods. Definitely a neat branch of mythology. Can't wait to read more from this author!

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Best-selling author Rick Riordan presents J.C. Cervantes' epic finale to the Storm Runner trilogy, a tale of mystery, magic, and mayhem featuring gods from both Maya and Aztec mythology.Zane Obispo has been looking forward to his training at the Shaman Institute for Higher Order Magic, and not only because it means he'll be reunited with his best friend, Brooks. Anything would be better than how he has spent the last three months: searching for the remaining godborns with a nasty demon who can sniff them out (literally). But when Zane tracks down the last kid on his list, he's in for a surprise: the ""one"" is actually a pair of twins, and they're trying to prevent a mysterious object from falling into the wrong hands.After a shocking betrayal, Zane finds himself at SHIHOM sooner than expected. Even more shocking is the news that the Maya gods have gone missing. The bat god, Camazotz, and Ixkik' (aka Blood Moon) have taken them out of commission . . . and the godborns are their next

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Best-selling author Rick Riordan presents J.C. Cervantes' epic finale to the Storm Runner trilogy, a tale of mystery, magic, and mayhem featuring gods from both Maya and Aztec mythology, now in paperback. "J. C. Cervantes is about to take you on a trip you will never forget, through the darkest, strangest, and funniest twists and turns of Maya myth. You will meet the scariest gods you can imagine, the creepiest denizens of the Underworld, and the most amazing and unlikely heroes who have to save our world from being ripped apart."--Rick RiordanZane Obispo has been looking forward to his training at the Shaman Institute for Higher Order Magic, and not only because it means he'll be reunited with his best friend, Brooks. Anything would be better than how he has spent the last three months: searching for the remaining godborns with a nasty demon who can sniff them out (literally). But when Zane tracks down the last kid on his list, he's in for a surprise: the "one" is actually a pair

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25 MOTIVATIONAL THOUGHTS FOR WRITERS by Chuck Wendig

1. YOU ARE THE GOD OF THIS PLACE

The blank page is your world. You choose what goes into it. Anything at all. Upend the frothy cup that is your heart and see what spills out. Murder plots. Train crashes. Pterodactyl love interests. Vampire threesomes. Housewife bondage. Demon spies! Cake heists! Suburban ennui! You can destroy people. You can build things. You can create love, foster hate, foment rage, invoke sorrow. Anything you want in any order you care to present it. This is your story. This is your jam.

2. INFINITE POWER, ZERO RESPONSIBILITY

Not only are you god of this place, but you have none of the responsibility divine beings are supposed to possess. You have literally no responsibility to anyone but yourself — you’re like a chimp with a handgun. Run amok! Shoot things! Who cares? There exists this non-canonical infancy gospel where Jesus is actually a little kid and he’s like, running around with crazy Jesus wizard powers. He’s killing them and resurrecting them and he’s turning water into Kool-Aid and loaves into Goldfish crackers — he’s just going apeshit with his Godborn sorcery. BE LIKE CRAZY JESUS BABY. Run around zapping shit with your God lightning! You owe nobody anything in this space. It’s adult swim. It’s booze cruise.

3. THE RAREST BIRD OF THEM ALL

The easiest way to separate yourself from the unformed blobby mass of “aspiring” writers is to a) actually write and b) actually finish. That’s how easy it is to clamber up the ladder to the second echelon. Write. And finish what you write. That’s how you break away from the pack and leave the rest of the sickly herd for the hungry wolves of shame and self-doubt. And for all I know, actual wolves.

4. YOU’RE NOT CLEANING UP SOME SIXTH GRADER’S VOMIT

You have worse ways to spend a day than to spend it writing. Here’s a short list: artificially inseminating tigers, getting shot at by an opposing army, getting eaten by a grue, mopping the floors of a strip club, digging ditches and then pooping in them, cleaning up the vomit of nervous elementary school children, being forced to dance by strange dance-obsessed captors, working in a Shanghai sweatshop making consumer electronics for greedy Americans, and being punched to death by a coked-up Jean-Claude Van Damme. Point is: writing is a pretty great way to spend a morning, afternoon, or night.

5. ABUSE THE FREEDOM TO SUCK

Writing is not about perfection — that’s editing you’re thinking of. Editing is about arrangement, elegance, cutting down instead of building up. Editing is Jenga. Writing is about putting all the pieces out there. It’s construction in the strangest, sloppiest form. It’s inelegant. And imperfect. And insane. It’s supposed to be this way. Writing is a first-time bike-ride. You’re meant to wobble and accidentally drive into some rose bushes. Allow yourself the freedom — nay, the pleasure — to suck. This is playtime. (Or, as I call it: “Whiskey and Hookers” time.) Playtime is supposed to be messy.

6. AND EMBRACE THE AUTHORITY TO BE FUCKING AWESOME

It’s your rodeo, hoss. You have the authority to write with confidence, to puff your chest out, to slap your ink-smeared genitals on the table as you utter your barbaric yawp. Aim big. Go bold. Don’t hide from your own most kick-ass desires. Don’t unfurl the story with hands trembling from the fear of what others will think. You have the power to do different. Yours is the authority to choose the road with your name on it. Write the story the tangle of desires and neuroses that comprise you so desire: A love affair between a man and a parking meter! A civil war between robots and other robots! A SPACE OPERA STARRING ROOT VEGETABLES. Fortune favors the bold. And being fucking awesome favors being fucking awesome.

7. YOU CAN CLEAN UP THE MESS LATER

Writers are afforded the glorious possibility of endless do-overs and take-backs. Every draft a new chance to go back and clean up messes and untangle the tangled wires that hide beneath the narrative. Can you imagine that privilege in real life? “Hey, when you go outside today, anything you do can be undone and the whole day can be recreated.” Holy crap, the day you’d have! Bath salts and dolphin sex, car crashes and muddy graves. I’d have an orgy at a candy factory. (So sticky!) I’d kill someone just because I could. I’D EAT DEEP-FRIED LIPO FAT AT A COUNTRY FAIR SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF AMERICA. If I didn’t like it, I’d go back and wipe the slate clean, start over again. That’s your story. Your story is a madcap day whose minutes and hours subject to your whims of rewriting — or unwriting.

8. A ROOM FULL OF STARVING STORY ADDICTS

For all the dire predictions about writing and publishing, I’m going to make a promise to you: the audience is waiting. They’re a subway car full of twitchy story tweakers going around and around, looking for any stop that will give them good story. They’re there for you. They’re waiting for your tale told. Writers often feel like they’re just sobbing into the void, but the audience will hear your plaintive cries, young storyteller. You may feel like a story flunky, but be sure that the audience is full of story junkies. Hey, snap, that rhymed and I didn’t even mean it to. FUCK YEAH WORDS.

9. I’M TALKING ABOUT MOTHERFUCKING ICE CREAM, SON

You are allowed to live a reward-driven life. You want me to motivate you? Go motivate yourself. (That is not code for “go fuck yourself,” unless I don’t like you, then it totally is.) Set a various goals and when you hit them, do something nice for yourself. I mean, the goal shouldn’t be, “Every time I write a sentence, I get an ice cream cone,” because that sir is a high-speed rail straight to the heart of Diabetesburg. But hit your mark of 2000 words a day? Write a chapter? Finish the book? Accept how kick-ass that is and reward yourself. It’s okay. You have my permission. (As long as you don’t bogart that ice cream. Dick.)

10. NOBODY ELSE WRITES LIKE YOU

When all your force fields and filters are down, when you’ve stripped yourself of your presuppositions and your fears and needs and your pants, you discover that nobody in the world writes like you. Nobody has your ideas. Nobody has your narrative memetic code. You are not a unique and beautiful snowflake, no. But your writing — your writing is your fingerprint. Your voice is yours and yours alone.

11. WE’RE TOTALLY BUILT FOR THIS

Someone will look down on you at some point (or, if you’re me, at frequent points throughout your day) for being what you want to be. Writer. Author. Artist. Storyteller. Here’s why that’s a dumpster full of shitballs: we are built for this. One of the things that lashes us all together with rope and chain and psychic plasm is our desire — nay, our sacred fucking need — to tell stories. We’ve been doing it since we drew Neanderthals chasing unicorns on cave walls. We tell stories about the weather, about work, about family and friends, about pets and sex and about that time that friend we have at work had sex with his pet python while a hurricane raged outside. This is what we do. You’re just codifying it. Making it real.

12. ONE WORD AFTER THE OTHER

The technical side of writing — by which I mean, the physical act itself — is one of the easiest things you can do. It’s literally one word placed after the other with some appropriate punctuation thrown in between breaths and ending thoughts. Yes, it gets more complex once you start thinking about narrative, character, meaning, text versus subtext — but for now, fuck all that. Just breathe. Let the tension go out of you (not so much you pee yourself). This is like LEGO. One block upon the other. One word after the next.

13. JUST WRITE 100 MORE WORDS

A frequent phrase said when I was a child or a teenager: just ten more minutes. Meaning, it was time to go to sleep (as a child) or time to get up for school (as a teenager) and all I wanted to do was avoid sleep (child) or sleep longer (teenager). As a writer, play the same game with yourself: you want to give up, close the notebook, save the story? Just 100 more words. That’s all. Push yourself just a little. A hundred words ain’t much (it’s about the size of this text block). And you’d be amazed at how 100 words just isn’t enough.

14. THIS IS HOW YOU GET BETTER

Writing is a muscle: the more you use it the stronger it gets. Writing is like a dog: the more you train it, the smarter it becomes. Writing is like one of your orifices: every time you allow a bigger object to be inserted within (pinky, buttplug, fist, cucumber, wiffle ball bat, railroad tie) you train it to gape wider the next time. …okay, maybe not so much the last one. Still: writing begets writing. You may not be great — or even good — now. But effort yields fruit. Fruit you may later jam up your ass for pleasure. Wait, what?

15. THE MORE YOU DO IT, THE EASIER IT GETS

It’s not just about getting better. It’s about it becoming easier. More natural. More intuitive. The act of writing cultivates both calluses (a metaphorical hardening the fuck up, Care Bear) and instinct (where your decisions as a word-captain and story-slinger are less the product of rigorous thought and more the result of you just having a gut feeling and going with it). Hard at first. Easier over time.

16. YOU ARE NOT THE OMEGA MAN

You are not alone. You are not Lonely Writer Person on Planet Nobody. We all get what you’re going through. We know your triumphs and terrors. The future of writing will be us uploading ourselves to The Cloud (probably on Amazon’s servers), our spirit animals glomming together to howl a single song, but for now, we’re all located at our individualized story pods, cranking out the words by ourselves. But that doesn’t mean we’re alone. We have community. We have shared understanding. Reiterate: You are not alone.

17. YOUR LOVE FOR WRITING IS ENDURING AND IMPERFECT

Some days will be great and other days will be hard. Some days you will love the thing that you’re doing so intimately and so completely that you feel like you achieved some kind of narrative orgasmic apotheosis, whereas other days you will feel nothing but septic hate gurgling in your empty belly and every word slung will feel like a brick flung into your own nose. Your love for this thing you do needn’t be there every day. Every day won’t feel like winning the championship. But the love endures, imperfect as it is.

18. IT’S OKAY THAT SOME DAYS ARE REALLY FUCKING HARD

Some days are difficult. The words feel like dead fish flopping out onto a dirty floor. Hell, maybe they don’t fall out at all but feel like they must be yanked one by one, the act both painful and slow, as if you’re extracting teeth. Some days are shitty. Is what it is. All writers go through it. You want to do this thing then don’t look at the shitty days as a problem: see them as a challenge that prove your pudding.

19. WRITER’S BLOCK IS NOT A REAL THING

You can be blocked. Everybody gets blocked. But it’s not special. It’s not unique to writers. It doesn’t deserve its name or the credit it receives. More importantly, it isn’t a physical thing — it isn’t a gorilla with a croquet mallet who smashes your hand every time you reach for the keyboard. You can get past it. You think past it. You write past it. You kick it in the teeth and step over its twitching body.

20. HOW TO IMAGINE THE HATERS

If there is one thing we have learned upon this old Internet of ours, it is: haters gonna hate. You will ever have disbelievers among your ranks, those who pop up like scowling gophers, boring holes through your well-being, your hopes, your dreams. It is very important not to prove the haters right. It is very important to know where to place the haters in rank of importance, which is to say, below telemarketers, below any television show on TLC, below crotch fungus and garbage fires and anal cankers. Imagine the haters herded into a pen. Eaten by the tigers of your own awesomeness. Then digested. Shat out. And burned with flamethrowers. The only power you should afford the haters is the power to eat curb.

21. MULTIPLE SHOTS AT GOAL

Just as you get multiple chances to fix a single story, you get multiple stories to fill your life — as many as you care to cram into your days, months, years. Our lives are a series of stories untold, and it’s up to you to tell them. This one might not be successful. But the next one might.

22. THE LEPRECHAUN’S GIFT

At the end of this rainbow are whatever rewards you want. Money? It’s there. Some say writers don’t earn out, that you can’t make a living doing this thing that we do. That’s a quiver of broken arrows: don’t sling it over your shoulder. I do it. I know a lot of writers who do it. So can you. But it’s not just money at the end: it’s self-fulfillment. It’s love. It’s confidence. It’s the things you’ve learned about yourself, about the craft of writing, about the art of storytelling. You never know what you’ll find until you climb that motherfucking rainbow. (One time I found a cardboard box of vintage porn and tasty grilled cheese sandwiches.) Writing is a journey. Each story just one leg of the trip. So start walking.

23. YOU ARE YOUR ONLY ENEMY

You have no enemy but yourself. You’re the only one that brings a story into existence, or, as it may turn out, fails to engineer that existence. Your enemy is not your spouse, your kids, your boss, your neighbor, your dog, your mother, your buddy. It is not time, work, addiction, distraction. It is not video games or Twitter, Facebook or television. Your enemy is fear. And indolence. And lack of discipline. And: uncertainty. And: lack of self-esteem. And all those things live inside your heart and your head. That’s hard to hear at first, but the trick is, that means you have the power to sweep all that shit off the table until it clatters and shatters against the floor. You’re the only one standing in your own way so, knock down your own worst inclinations and get to it. Disclaimer: actually, unicorns are frequently the writer’s enemy and if you got a unicorn problem best thing I can recommend is to call a priest. You can’t kill those things with weedkiller. And they deflect bullets with their horns. That’s no lie. Unicorns are pesky assholes.

24. THIS MATTERS

Story matters. Writing is important. Stories make the world go around. Many things begin as words on a page. It matters to the world. And it matters to you. Don’t let anyone rob you of that. Don’t rob yourself of it, either. Don’t diminish. Don’t dismiss. Embrace. Create. Accelerate.

25. UM, WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?

Uh, hello? You should’ve bailed on me ten list items ago. What the fidgety fuck are you still doing here? Whatever it is you want to write — novel, script, short story, blog post, haiku out of fridge magnets — go forth and do it. Don’t wait for me. Don’t wait for all the answers. Don’t wait for permission, motivation, inspiration. It’s time to saddle up and gallop forth — through the white dust and the red sand, through the darkness of your own fears or inadequacies and into the light of a tale told to completion. Quit lookin’ at me. Quit looking for reasons. Quit dicking around. Close this browser and go tell a story, willya?

by Chuck Wendig

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3.0 out of 5 stars Been there, read that.

3.0 out of 5 stars Good, but the ending is rushed This book had the potential to be great, but once again falls to the trappings of R.A.'s latest books of slowly building the plot and then rushing the ending. A lot of questionable things happened with the main character and others at the end, but as a reader I feel like I'm being hushed and moved along at breakneck pace to the ending. That's not to say it's not a good book. It's great for 3/4 of the way, and a real page turner that is often hard to put down. Looking forward to the next book. Go to Amazon

4.0 out of 5 stars A Good Read, But... Before I say anything else, Salvatore is amazing and all of his books have been great, this one included. No spoilers here, just read it for yourselves because Drizzt.With that being said, I can't help but feel a sesne of trepidation every time the "Companions are together, Companions split up, repeat" scenario of late. As much as I want to read Drizzt books forever, I also want his saga to come to a well-deserved ending without going down the same road as some heroes who have just been played out. Not that I'm wishing Salvatore out of a job--rather, I'd love to see him take on some other characters like he has in the past (Entreri, Cadderly, and the like). As much as I want Paul S. Kemp to continue the Erevis Cale novels, The Godborn brought it full circle and I was happy with a possible ending.However, I will be along for the ride as long as Drizzt is swinging those scimitars. Go to Amazon

5.0 out of 5 stars The latest Drizzt novel "Archmage" has one of the greatest HOLY CRAP endings ever! Just when you think Salvatore can't possibly come up with anything that will truly shock-and-awe you after 30 or so previous Drizzt novels, here comes this latest book "Archmage," which weaves a tale so epic that by the end my head exploded!While the Companions of the Hall press forward in their quest to retake Gauntlgrym from the drow, and Matron Mother Quenthel Baenre solidifies her iron-grip upon the ruling families of Menzoberranzan, Gromph Baenre and Kimmuriel Oblodra unknowingly become involved in a scheme that may turn out to be the Spider Queen's ultimate demonstration of chaos!I am incredibly eager to read the next book because of how great this one was! Go to Amazon

4.0 out of 5 stars Good Read but Salvatore Cheats No spoilers here but I will say the following: good read, much improved over some previous half-hearted attempts that Bob allowed to be published under his name. Good overall story development and foundation setting for multiple new story lines. Bob cut corners, however, and completely failed to develop some obvious / exciting characters and plot transition points which weakened the book. I have read ALL of the Drizzit tales since first published years ago and continue to be frustrated by RAS blind spots on obvious / exciting character development for no apparent reason. All that said, I look fwd to the next book and am cautiously optimistic for Gromph!!! Go to Amazon

4.0 out of 5 stars A good continuation The saga of Drizzt and his companions of the hall has become an unending story, it seems. Each new trilogy is simply a continuation, picking up exactly where the last book leaves off. Salvatore should just drop the whole "trilogy" scheme and call his books, "The Saga of Drizzt," or something like that.Nevertheless, for a long time fan of Drizzt and the cast of characters that surround him, I thoroughly enjoyed this book, and will start right in on the next installment. Go to Amazon

3.0 out of 5 stars Sold read. This wasn't the easiest book to get into but it turned out to be very good. I love the direction Bob is going with the Companions of the Hall. I'm looking forward to the next chapter in this saga. These last couple of books have made me a dwarf lover again. Many questions about past characters still remain while some overdrawn character motives have come to close in this one. Still i grow very bored with the drow of Menzoberranzan, if like Drizzt back on the Sea Sprite again with Cattie-bree. Also want more Wulfgar and Regis and less drow.s Go to Amazon

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not to ramble abt my ocs but snowflake really is the character ever. she's gen z. she's a computer genius. she's a cat. she's a theater kid. she binges wikipedia as a hobby. she cares about her family more than anything. she owns a worm on a string named Vehicular Manslaughter. she read a fucked-up book once and now she has a brain bond with her sister. she read a second, different fucked-up book and summoned a god. she blew up said god's house and gouged out his eyeballs because he trapped her sister in his book. she jumped headfirst into the void to save her sister without even thinking. she almost got murdered by clowns once. she found out her friend can smite people and was just like 'ok cool'. she runs a minecraft roleplay smp. she's the daughter of Life herself. she joked about clown tax evasion during the literal apocalypse. she's even aroace

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godmaker

in honor of this massive w for purple-themed horrors with eye motifs everywhere have a drawing of void talesofgodborn. blorb-sothoth from my fucked up cat stories

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red as blood and sharp as thorns.

i'm tired so. take a shitty bloodrose doodle. she has a spotify playlist btw go listen to it. i love subjecting people to my music taste.

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oc lore tidbit of the day: misty, sedge, calliope, and star are in a band. they make 'concept albums' about the shit that actually happens to the godborn gang. i've thought this through more than i should probably think through things that are mentioned like. three times in canon

...anyways now i'm writing songs about the loki house arc instead of actually writing it. send help (but don't because this is fun actually)

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fun fact: she's one of the oldest ocs i still use

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I'll bite what's tales of godborn

my oc story!! uhh the main plot follows a group of feline demigods living in a semi-sentient (or maybe just straight-up sentient. it clearly comprehends enough to pick favorites and be a dick on purpose lmao) magical house called Godborn. more lore under the cut because there is a Lot

there are three 'worlds' within the ToG reality--The Immortal Realm, the Waking World, and the Realm of Death. the Immortal Realm is home to all immortals (including the Council of Gods--god is a title in this universe, not a species), the Waking World is. basically like our world, but with more magic (+ cats and humans live alongside each other, because it started off as an overcomplicated warriors fic lmao), and the Realm of Death is ruled over by Death himself and inhabited by the Nightmares (creatures of pure magic) and any ghosts that he likes enough to let free.

the space in-between the Realms but within reality is known as the In-Between, and can be accessed by only a select few creatures with very powerful magic. All portals lead through it.

the space outside reality is known as the True Void, and is home to the eldritch horror side of things--creatures outside reality, far more powerful than any immortal, able to manipulate the Fabric of Reality from an outside standpoint. the True Void is hostile to any being (or anything at all) from within the Fabric and will pull them apart one thread at a time, should they somehow be sent there.

one of the most notable True Void creatures is the Doorkeeper, also known as Void. It interacts with the Realms far more directly than its kin and is the only True Void creature on the Council of Gods.

there's also silver claws but i don't feel like explaining her right now. all you need to know is that she causes problems on purpose and if there's any sort of universe fuckery going on it's probably her

back to Void! as it is from outside reality, it can't actually have biological children, so it settled for doing things the hard way--namely, by editing them into the Fabric of Reality manually. it only has one at a time, but they are functionally immortal until something truly fucked up happens. each is their time's head of the Keystone Institute, a group of adult demigods who have left Godborn and now work to stop reality from entirely falling apart, and has the cosmic titles of Keyholder

interestingly enough, it hasn't been very long since the current Keyholder (Crow)'s creation, but no one remembers the previous one, for... reasons.

all demigods are cats, as cats were specifically created in the gods' image. true void creatures just appear however the viewer can most easily attempt to comprehend them, so they're usually cats. because the protagonists are cats. woo

magic largely functions on dream logic, i.e. there are some basic rules but largely it works however you expect it to work.

uhhh demigods are hated in most of cat society. there's some history behind it, but they're frequently seen as unnatural and bad omens for their parentage. godborn was created as a safe space for them.

i won't get into the backstory, characters, and plot as that would make this longass post even longer, but uhh. that's the lore lmao

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voidkeeper, keyholder, opener of doors.

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every conflict involving silver claws is infinitely funnier when you remember that it's basically the equivalent of a kid poking an anthill for entertainment and/or a cat knocking a vase off a shelf for fuckall reason. except in this case the kid/cat is an eldritch being beyond mortal comprehension that doesn't exist as we know it and the anthill/vase is the entire fabric of reality

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NOT EVEN YOUR AUTHOR WILL SAVE YOU NOW.

alt. caption: the bifrost incident but it's just these fuckers

alt. alt. caption: "TASTE THE RAINBOW, BITCH!" -silver claws, probably

(ft. Silver Claws of the True Void and Crow the Voidkeeper)

(this is lore-relevant, but doesn't actually happen in the canon timeline. because the true end [not just reshaping] of the world would very much interfere with plot)

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back on my 'associating mechs songs with my ocs' bullshit. anyways rose red is such a bloodrose talesofgodborn song