[NB4A] You’re invited to join the Pantheon.

Death is portrayed in some way in nearly every culture. sometimes as a coming of birds, sometimes tied to the moon, and of course sometimes as a classic skull draped in a black cloak.

This of course represents just one of the many concepts humans throughout all of history have applied and characterized as deities. entities that command the forces of nature beyond humans control, beyond societies control, beyond technologies control.

The truth is that humans have come very close. very very close. but never quite, the greeks had the right idea, but were far too rigid, other cultures- not defined enough.

the truth is we’re somewhat fluid- like water. but… that doesn’t mean we don’t have our roles.

oh right, “we” nice to meet you, i’m death, and i’d love to introduce you to what the gods really get up to.

i exist as i am, humanoid, resembling your grim reaper, sometimes taking the form of a murder of crows, sometimes that dark wolf-like shape lurking in the woods. we gods do love our poetic forms… but most of the time my form is-

CRACK- \\\*a masculine voice loudly groans, and i mean loudly\\\* CRACK CRACK. Thunderous plaps echo through the gilded cloudy halls of HEVN.

a bottom.

“ohhh fuck” CRACK CRACK CRACKLE. \\\*he groans loud as fuck, and gives my fat jiggly butt an electrifying spank.\\\*

i hate fucking thunder. cultures always glorify thunder because it’s so loud, but that’s about all he is. the definition of bark being worse than his- fuck- bite.

I blush as a rapid surge of pumps into my asshole come thundering into me, until a loud, satisfied moan comes, followed by the ethereal radiant creampie that follows two gods having sex. why did i agree to do this again?

“thanks D, you were hot as always” he says before smacking and jiggling my butt again. and walking away, leaving me bent over gripping my scythe like a pole as his nut runs down my thighs. “dammit”

sure we have jobs, we don’t control the laws of nature, we are the laws of nature. but being the literal manifestations of the systems of the heavens and earth comes with the science that kind of manages to enact those forces well… naturally.

and so… as a result

\\\*I step out of the hall where thunder just finished plowing my ass, my legs a bit wobbly. i’m unamused as i see what my workplace looks like every day. these iridescent halls filled with a desperate and utterly nasty orgy. i mean when everything at your workplace does itself for you- that’s when problematic workplace romances pop up.

uggghh i have a war i need to step in on, and the goddess of flora and the god of merriment are beckoning for me to join them in a three way.

so why not step into my office. i plan on playing death, and i’d enjoy if you had an idea in place (a simple outline) for which god you want to play. feel free to draw from influences but- some originality will impress me.

let’s play

(looking for multiple partners, and i’m open to group play if this takes off, would love to chat and discuss some worldbuilding stuff if you’re into that <3)