#whalefall of the gods

[aegisofworms]

DREAM-OF-TEETH, a mech made from the hollowed-out corpse of one of the old gods, has killed each one of its previous pilots. You are the "lucky" 13th to try, a pit-fighter made a porcelain. Together, they will break the world before it breaks them. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

This started as one part of a larger zine wip I wanted to share but I went a little overboard with the presentation haha. Said wip below: (Currently working on making headway on another project so it'll be a bit before I finish this up but I like the layout so far!)

#my art #artists on tumblr #mecha #wip stuff #whalefall of the gods #rare moment of me posting blorbo lore #it will happen again

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Text: The last god of the sea lies rotting on the ocean floor, a final blessing for the animals to feed on. It’s a scramble for us to go harvest its bones, full of power and magic, the last of their kind.

#creative writing #writing prompts #heaven and hell #the sea #god whalefall god whalefall god whalefall

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

.... so there's an open mic thingy at the toronto reference library this friday and

and i may have gotten my shit published online before but like

i'm tempted as i am terrified of putting my shit aloud to folks

and also i have nO IDEA WHICH ONE OF THE POEMS I SHOULD BRING????

#hhhHhhHh ITS 4 AM I SHOULD STOP WORRYING AND GO TO SLEEP #but fr like something short like mosquito??? whalefall?? something with a more sing songy rhyme scheme like smaller gods??? #hhhfhfhfhfhfh

[public-trans-it]

Whalepride goes before the whalefall

#is this anything? #thinking about whalefalls a lot lately #and gods dying #cause of the game im working on thats about both #'before the fall' could be a good subtitle for the game if i wasnt already set on the current one #Before the Fall will be the name of my first expansion for it

[dendrochronologies]

"What Song Should We Sing," Refusing Heaven, Jack Gilbert

#poetry #jack gilbert #THIS POEM HAS EVERYTHING. #whalefall !! machine !!! gods and claws !!!!!! #fave #i love love love this poem...... #*r #see prev poem tags re: jack gilbert as a steelworker!!!!!!!! #ID in alt text #MIM SORACITIES YOU UNDERSTAND

[weepylucifer]

raspberry

raspberry: I need your help to kill god

oh i'm always down for that. especially bc i wanna see what happens next

#answer'd #you know for quite some time now i've been having this idea for an original story where god dying is the inciting incident #it's like a whalefall and everyone in the entire world wants a piece of the corpse of god. for all kinds of reasons

[radiowlet]

greater than life stronger than health etc etc

#concept for a god character thats Not a self insert ! #whalefall #<-placeholder title for the story

[yellowfingcr]

er au: on the Leviathan

"The Leviathan, or the sea-god, is the god of becoming, and the god of leaving, of goodbyes, of all that departs. Countless have someone grand and immense watching them from the stars that they call god but my father’s fishing village rightfully feared the ocean water most. No one can fall into the sky and be lost forever. You can be lost at sea. It can swallow you whole. He is a she is a they is a it is however you wish to define it and it is an undying dead of a colossus sitting half-devoured at the darkest watery bottom of the world, and it is not a god of love. It doesn’t even care for prayers. It doesn’t need appeasing or worship. But it still divided one island-vast chamber of its heart into living shards, put them into the descending corpses of drowned men. Those are its revenants. Pray never to meet them. But I said it was a being of leaving, wasn’t it? What you leave it takes. It takes your sorrow, to drown it. It takes your pain, to wash it. By the time those washing prayers reached my father’s knowledge they were already an old man’s myth, unmentioned by nobody except the elders. Even the faith was leaving. It happens. But still, when my fever ran at its highest when I was a child, and I burned and hallucinated flights of golden birds, here he was, afraid, hands and brow on my small sweating chest, saying the leviathan takes the fever, the leviathan takes the fever… So the washing prayer has reached me. But this isn’t faith. Too diluted now, too gone."

// calling heysel a woman of belief would be a wild excess, but to the local golden prayers to something true and tangible she will always prefer what little scraps have passed into her hands of something that of tangible has next to nothing. nearly nobody mentions the leviathan anymore, not even her father's fishing village sitting on an island in the land of the reeds; there are gods in this world and it might have never been one of them. she knows only a few verses, some gestures, an opaque knowledge of worship- but it is hers, and in moments of hardship, where all else fails and the heart is heavy, she entrusts her whispered pleas solely to the leviathan, who fell down below. after all, who can be closer to her, killer and gravity sorceress and darkwalker, if not the undying cadaver half-living in the blackest nothing, in the deepest void, falling so far almost nobody remembers it anymore? and who cares if it's real or not? we offer our heart to the shore like seashell to be washed anew. the leviathan takes. the leviathan takes.

#er au #// area killer reaches to old faiths in truly desperate times: part 2 #shoutout to my bestest pal (I took the first part from a conversation we had) #whalefall god! could be real! could be not! the situation has to be REALLY bad if you hear heysel mentioning it #ooc #real blog veterans might recognize a certain similarity with her father's sea-river god from her main verse- #-and you'd be correct! in all verses heysel's father is a son of fishermen and in all verses he vaguely inherits faith to a sea god

[marchisalion]

whalefall

or: what if i took the end being a whalefall for dead gods in @halfstack-smp​ literally

#art #artists on tumblr #illustration #halfstack smp #minecraft #very very technically #sy.png #whalefall #the end #whales #skeletons #bones #this is halfstack adjacent #inspired by a halfstack thing #sometimes i think about the end in halfstack #and dead gods #and it lives rent free in my head #lineless art is a pain #but fun #envy.txt

[lookninjas]

1640.

this strange sunlight this phosphorescent glow of damp and decay and creation this pocket universe of the deep and infinite a thousand societies rise and fall and flourish and go fallow go dormant awaiting the cosmic divine descending slow sloughing off miracles of skin and flesh meteorites make new moons out of old world the dead expand outwards not so much a bang but a soft and ceaseless sigh

#365 #poetry #i actually had the 'strange sunlight' phrase stuck in my head and nothing to do with it #and then there was a post about dead gods being like whalefall #and that was very fortuitous!

[aegisofworms]

Ended up making a doodle which became a style test??? I really like how it turned out so I might end up doing this process for more things to diversify my greebles!

#my art #artists on tumblr #style test #whalefall of the gods #well sorta haha- this is part of a loose idea for it.

[spohkh]

nothing like reading a good book to remind me why i want to go into books professionally

#whalefall by daniel kraus the novel that you are... #so fucking good. god! i need to seriously pivot back to reading in my down time #instead of just watching random nonsense on youtube or getting sucked into my phone #enough!! #its just hard when i have to also read for school but i just. i gotta

[enteragoodnamehere]

messy rushed doodle of a story concept (corpse of a god falls onto a desert planet that’s pretty much inhospitable due to some man-made disaster and the remaining life on said planet gathers to feast like a fucked up whalefall) that grabbed my brain and wouldn’t let go until I did something about it 👍

#cicadas creations #artists on tumblr #cw gore #dead god whalefall #< that’s the tag I’m gonna use for this story I think #am I the first person to do ‘whalefall but with god?’ nah probably not. but it’s a fun idea so idc #it’s like midnight here I need to go to bed

[lillybean730]

im kinda sad that none of the ideas i have for stories are abt sea life, i just can't find something i want to say

#actually i do have a concept of a world where the gods died and the people feast on them like whalefalls #:) #idk what's going with it but the idea is there

[prokopetz]

Short-campaign-oriented tabletop RPG about a society whose infrastructure is built on using pieces of a dead god, like ocean-bottom scavengers feeding on a whalefall – except they've started to run out of dead god bits.

The player characters are a specially selected team of theotechnicians tasked with finding a new source. To be clear, your mission is not to go out, murder a god, and strip it for parts – the very notion is absurd, and even if you somehow managed to do so, that's a great way to get your entire civilisation smote. However, if in the course of events a god just happened to die in such a way that your people can readily lay claim to the remains... well, accidents happen, right?

#concepts #gaming #tabletop roleplying #tabletop rpgs #religion mention #violence mention #death mention

[thoughtsafterdark]

Jagged Edges

I have loved the dark many a time

What is there not to love in the dark

Where we can cleave ourselves of expectation

Where the blackness soothes the fire in our minds and the weariness in our hearts

It is something of a hobby of mine

To love a broken thing

To scratch and tinker at its edges, feel the roughness scrape at callouses

To give it new life and hope

Oh it is easy to love the dark

But never before has it felt like gazing into a shattered mirror

And flaying my skin from the bone

Never before have I loved

Not the cold heart of darkness

But the supernova of heat and life that came before it

I fall before you on my knees

As one kneels before the whalefall of a dying God

I love the corpse of who you were

And the ghost of who I was

Never before has it felt

Like the bittersweet agony of coming home

And finding it was never there

#creative writing #poetry #darkness #dark aesthetic #love