Deites Stories

hi! I'm not a witch myself but i enjoy learning about witches and how to do spells and make moon water and stuff. These are all the same things that you would need to know if you're a baby witch so please use this! If you're here to hate or to be mean to others I will not hesitate to block you. (if it gets too far i will report you). I'll mainly be posting on wattpad (just because it's easier) but everything will get posted there and will eventually get transferred here. Please don't be shy to ask questions! I'll always go through the comments to look for questions (both here and on wattpad) and i'll try my hardest to answer them :D happy witching!

Percy x oc Hints on who the godly parent is P is the first letter And two more in the disclaimer

Cupcake, Kitpits, and Blue all suddenly die in vastly different ways and places, and suddenly all wake up in the same place... But after many centuries of peace and pranks between the three, the void threatens to take over! And it is up to our three heroes, Wrentooth, Goosesong, and Goathoof to stop it! Oh sheet, the mischief trio are at it again- I started this like a year ago, apologies for the bad writing at the start

"What is living life as a hero if you can't even spend the rest of it with the people you care about most?" I'm tired. That's what it is. I'm tired of my life, my family, my nearly dissolved fame, my constant appearance in the paper due to controversy with me. I'm tired. What's the point in living if there's nothing to live for. I hate my wife, she hates me back. I don't even know if I love my kids. My 'friends' left me, it's not like I give a shit, though. I can't even look at myself without seeing the absolute piece of shit dad i dont even know. It's no surprise why the dungeon bat hated me, I looked exactly like his tormentor, but still, I was my own person. You also still forget my mum's the woman you loved. The amount of hate he had for one child was pathetic. It's no surprise I have a burning hatred for the man that orchestrated all of this. My life. Both before and after his death. The war. Everyone else. Even Voldemort's life. He was playing chess, while the whole of Britain were the pieces. So I took my own life. I told those I killed by merely existing a goodbye, I told Tom I forgave him before I muttered those oh-so familiar words and everything fell black. Little did I know my prayers of mercy would be answered.

Guess what? I started a project that is in a similar vain as Monster High and Ever After High, but for gods, goddesses, and other deities from mythologies around the world. This is a work in progress as of Friday, April 21 2023.