DOES ANYONE HAVE WORSHIP SWAGDOONS FICS!;;;!!!!!YOU KNIW THE PNES WHERE GOD AND RED AND OWW AND FEELINGS

DOES ANYONE HAVE WORSHIP SWAGDOONS FICS!;;;!!!!!YOU KNIW THE PNES WHERE GOD AND RED AND OWW AND FEELINGS I NEED THEM

Can it be big again?it's my lifeblood

Does anyone remember when the swagdoons “worship” thing was big?

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Does anyone know any songst that have the vibe that the person singing is a god. And I mean like,god*vibrato*,like,the god is they/them as in multiple if that makes sence

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beginnings/ends

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Ashswagg was a god. He could look anywhere.

The first universe Ash found him in after the eruption, he was a pirate. The feared capitain of a ship, on a mission for power. He kidnapped Ash when they first met, held him hostage under the impression that he was royalty and randsomed him for a price low enough that it was semi-offensive.

Ashswagg didn't belong to his world, though, and soon after Reddoons discovered that, he begrudgingly dropped the ransom and invited him to his crew.

They fell in love. They always did, if they had the time.

But soon enough, Ashswagg was unhappily reminded of soot, pouring from the sky, as cannon balls from another ship left trails of spark and smoke before hitting the hull.

And Ash lost him again.

But he'd always find him again, too.

He was a guitarist, then a superhero. A lawyer, then a siren. An artist. A bartender.

And Ash would always find him, and they'd fall in love, they were supposed to fall in love. But then, with every iteration of Reddoons, he'd get unlucky.

He was hit by a car, killed by a villian. Assassinated, poached. He'd work too much. Smoke too much.

Ashswagg ignored how he was going in circles. He ignored how it was endless, pointless, circular. He always restarted, although it always ended the same way. Ash pretended as if he didnt know these things, as if he didn't know it was futile. Ashswagg was a god. He didn't just not know things. But this whole ordeal, meeting Reddoons, waking back up and seeing the world again. It turned Ashswagg into something he wasn't supposed to be. Ash slipped into it. He didn't have enough care to mind.

Smoke was elusive. It was hard to breathe in, but easily snuffed out. It came, and it went, and it couldn't be held. Ashswagg learned to be held.

Ashswagg was a god—... Ashswagg was a god.

He wasn't the God of Smoke anymore. He was just Ash, finding his way.

And even if they were doomed, Ash found solace in the fleeting moments he would have with Reddoons. He made it all worth it, at the end of it all, or the beginning of another.

When Ash slipped through the cracks of reality, in his limbo, it wasn't endless fog anymore.

Ash was in a field of roses.

And for the rest of time, Ashswagg would wander, picking roses until they wilted in his embrace, or until their thorns pricked his newly-solid hands, his flesh and blood, and he'd be forced to drop the delicate flower, leaving it to rot.

Ashswagg was no longer a god. He would never learn not to pick the flowers.

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