#indescribablemisunderstanding

Behold: Female NobOdy!!

(Obviously flat-chested 🙂‍↕️)

(This can be an interaction between her and regular NobOdy if you want; I don’t mind either way :>)

*just points at Hades*

Your move, Static Fuzz!

(I dunno what I was thinking; it sounded funnier in my head… You don’t have to answer to this if it sounds too weird for you…)

A small feminine creature would be seen; not too small, about the size of a short human being.

>“I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF, ZEUS!! YOU HAVE BEEN WITH MANY MORTALS IN YOUR IMMORTAL LIFE, BUT I SWEAR ON HERA, YOU WILL NOT LAY A GODLY FINGER ON ANY BEINGS I HAVE CREATED!! YOU HEAR ME?!!”

She seems quite confident in whatever she’s declaring… and she doesn’t seem like she’s gonna stop anytime soon…

Eventually she stopped after looking back at Zeus, and tried explaining once more, a stutter here and there.

>“… W-Well uh… They’re- They’re not really uh, real… per se… Uh, they’re just d-drawings of… people… B-But I get to decide what they… uhh… wh-what happens… to… them… a-and… uh…”

Beads of sweat form on her brow. Zeus’ overwhelming presence was starting to get to her. This was an absolutely horrible idea from the start, and there wasn’t any going around it…

"Hm. Not real." He repeats, clearly amused. "Drawings of people. Little lives penned in ink. And you..." Voice then lowers, thick with menace disguised as praise, "YOU decide what happens to them."

Zeus clicks his tongue, just delighted! One massive talon slides under her chin, tilting the creature's face up. But he does not squeeze any. Does not crush any. He does not need to. The sheer certainty of the gesture does all it for him.

"There..." Golden eyes land on the nervous shine of her brow. "Oh... LOOK at you. Quivering. Trying SO hard to be brave while your little heart is sprinting itself raw. You're adorable."

His gaze slowly drifts. "So you make worlds that aren't real, and in them you play the hand of fate. You make 'people' and... what? Make them suffer or sing? Give them love? Take it away? Break them and mend them, all with a flick of your… what is it? A wrist? A pen? A thought?”

The God King hums, overly pleased with himself. All the while, his talon still props her up like a ceremonial offering. "How VERY familiar. How very…

(This is a half-joke; I am kinda curious)

bc i make u all want to do this to him

>“Uh… eheh…”

She definitely did not think this through. What else did she expect from a literal god; the KING of the Gods, no less!

>“… Okay, that-… maybe didn’t change anything… Uh, y-you’re not gonna… do anything to me… are you?”

"What was that, now?" An exaggerated pout forms on the King's lips as he brings this tiny creature closer to his face. "YOUR God King? Doing something to YOU?"

"You should be HONORED I gift you this valuable time with me. As if whatever I would want to do to you would not be your PURPOSE." Even though he wears such a smile... it is not wise to ignore the threat outlining it.

Bonus: Literally everyone here simps cares for him and gives him the most affection possible.

NOTICE THIS, NOBODY!!

(Jokes aside, this was on my mind for a long while and I had to bring it to fruition.)

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Nobody passed the same oak tree he had marked with his sword three times before. Now this was just ridiculous.

He had wandered the forest of Perachori for a long time, lost in deep thought. Maybe too deeply. Everything still seemed familiar, and yet it felt… off… Were the Gods testing him again? It was possible…

Nobody swiped his sword at the oak tree, making a fourth slash, and continued on, walking northwest this time. His thoughts began to wander once more, about what he had lost, what he had fleetingly gained… whom he had loved, before they too were guided to the Underworld by the gentle hands of Thanatos…

A rustle from behind caused Nobody to pause for a moment. He didn’t flinch, for sudden sounds were no longer of any surprise to him. His mind went through all the possibilities of what had caused the movement of the leaves: a squirrel, a rabbit, deer… but the slight chance of an attack was not entirely ruled out…

Seconds pass… then minutes… Silence…

Gripping his sword a little bit tighter, Nobody continued forward, growing more wary of his surroundings. His eyes scanned any tree, shrub, or boulder at his current location for unusual movement, but found none… Not yet, at least, in his point of view.

Another rustle, and a snap of a twig. While continuing to walk, Nobody turned his head slightly to the left to look behind. Again, nothing out of the ordinary caught his eye; only dense flora, and the occasional small mammal or bird in the distance. However, the feeling he was being watched began to take root. He wouldn’t afford to let his guard down as he went on. Not for a second.

Many minutes passed… until yet another rustle from behind. Nobody stopped once more. This wasn’t a coincidence: Something, or someone, was following him. He scanned the area once more, speaking up for the first time in a long while.

“Show yourself. … I don’t have time for games.”

Nothing responded except the familiar silence, but he wasn’t convinced. He gripped his sword a little tighter, waiting… Waiting…

Silence…

………

Waiting…

………

A snarl caught his attention the moment someone rammed into Nobody’s side. Whoever this was, they were almost as skilled as he was.

It was an intense yet short fight: swords clashed and trees gained deep gashes from their metal. His attacker was quick and agile, but not enough to prevent himself getting wounded.

After another hard tackle, Nobody was soon pinned to the ground by a strong hand, a sword plunged to the ground and pressed against his neck. His hand holding his sword was pinned down by his attacker’s foot. When the dust had settled, and his vision had cleared, what he faced was… rather unusual…

It seemed a wolf had attacked him, but this wolf walked like a man. The wolf’s fur was a mix of gray, white, and brown of many shades, with longer fur that covered his snarling muzzle, edged his cheeks, and hung over his eyes like the hair on a man. The wolf wore a tan toga with a tattered blue cloak that hung from his shoulders, clasped with a long-worn brass medal. The wolf’s paws were shaped both like a wolf’s paws and a man’s hands, yet sharp black claws adorned the tips, almost digging into Nobody’s chest. Yet the eyes seemed the most familiar: a deep brown, yet seemingly glowing red, like his own.

The man-wolf stopped growling when he too got a good look at Nobody’s face. He seemed confused, like he had never seen a man before. Taking this opportunity, Nobody wrenched his hand from under the man-wolf’s hind paw and swung, slicing the air as the man-wolf quickly slid to the side and backed away. Nobody got up to his feet, and neither he nor the man-wolf moved.

There was silence among the two creatures… until the man-wolf straightened up, sheathing his sword, and to Nobody’s lack of surprise, began to speak.

“I haven’t had a fight like that in a while,” the man-wolf rolled his shoulder. “You have my respect, strange creature, and that’s a rare thing…”

Nobody only stared at the man-wolf. He was always a man of very few words.

“Not much of a talker, I presume? Who are you, anyways? A test from the Gods? You’re certainly not from around here…”

Nobody remained silent, until he looked away, sheathing his own sword. “… I’m nobody special…”

The man-wolf hummed quietly. “… My question still stands; are you a test from the Gods to hunt me down?”

Nobody looked back, hardening his stare at the man-wolf. “… I don’t associate myself with the Gods, nor did I know you existed.”

“… As unbelievable as that sounds, I’ll let it be, since I don’t see any deceit in your eyes…” The man-wolf’s ear twitched as he thought for a moment.

“… Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. I don’t normally attack any new faces, but there was something about you… No matter. The name’s Odysseus.”

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And here is an unfinished reference sheet of my Odysseus!