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Pantheon: Book Of Trope
The Book Of Trope

All stories must begin somewhere. All people, whether they be a hero, villain, or something else entirely, have their own stories to tell, and their own exploits to define them. And somewhere, somehow, these exploits are recorded and stored.

So it is with the Pantheon of Trope. Here we open the grand book written by the author-god, and peruse its contents. Within are revealed the origins of the world itself, the rise to godhood of many of the pantheon, and the grand clashes between the gods that have changed the shape of the pantheon time and time again.

This recording is merely that, an attempt to transcribe the many, many stories left by the gods over history; some stories are forgotten, others invented, and some are misremembered; there are many gods who claim to be the Creator, for example. If you discover a new one, do not hesitate to relate it. And if a story seems out of place, or if you feel that the previous transcriber wrote it badly, do not hesitate to improve upon the translation. And if you have found evidence that a story is false, then it is your duty to print the truth.


All Tales


The Tales

See Tales Of Ascension

Also Tales Of The Redemption

Also Tales Of Life

Also Tales of Villainy

Tales of Creation The Beginning of the World

In the Beginning, mankind created the fictional universe, born of human imagination. Its first resident was Dream of the Endless, who built a library to store all stories that mankind told. He watched the various realms of fiction come into existence and made sure that they followed the rules of Narrative Causality.

One day he felt lonely, so he traveled throughout the multiverse, looking for people to live with him in his palace.
On the first day, Dream was going to organize the gods for this new world, but had to change a light bulb in his den and ended up reorganizing his record collection.

On the second day he went underwater and tried to invite mermaids to populate this new world. After offending the Princess of All Naiads, he went back home dejected.

On the Third Day he was on his way to try to get some Svirfneblin, but he ended up at a Dwarf commemoration party.

On the Fourth Day he was hung over. Nothing got done.

On the Fifth Day he decided he wanted a nice peaceful universe, to balance out the unpredictable multiverse, so he looked for the most average person he could think of off the top of his head. This man was busy, and had to turn Dream down.

On the Sixth Day he was concerned that there was no progress in this new universe. He had a light breakfast and went to work. As soon as he realized how much was to be done, he decided to delegate authority. He called everyone he could think of and invited them over. Thus was the Trope Pantheon born.

He probably rested on the Seventh Day.


Tales Of Falls From Grace The Prophecy of Operation: Axe To The Face

This prophecy was found nailed to the wall of the Main House door one morning, possibly with a sledgehammer:

Beware, gods of trope and tale
The Disgraced seek their revenge on you
As the doors of the Main House crumble and fall
We'll take what's ours, by extreme force
As we show you, we'll show them all!

The Thirteen Knights will lead our charge
As mages three summon storms and gloom
Your defenses nulled by a proton discharge
Helpless you are to WITNESS YOUR DOOM!!!

You'll probably win, maybe gain a great boon
For our greatest enemy is the status quo.

Forensic examination found an empty can of Pepsi Max, a donation to the Guide Dog box, and a hobo trying to eat the can and the dog-shaped moneybox. The results are inconclusive. Briscoe said "We'll find out next time".

The Sins of the Father

The funeral for Subject Delta had just finished. Eleanor had finished crying and was now headed to House Justice for her mother's trial. There were rumors of Lamb being not only acquitted, but ascending as well. Angela Patrelli being dispatched, and the vacancy needing to be filled. Also, Eleanor had expressed some feelings about asking for mercy on her mother's behalf. However, Bryan Mills wasn't worried about that. Right now, he had his own trial to attend. This one would be held in his own quarters. He opened the door, and looked at the man. Mark Meltzer was watching his daughter sleep, quietly stroking her hair. He didn't look up.

Mark: I'm sorry about Delta, I thought it would just take one of the other Big Daddies.
Bryan: And you think that would have made it any better?
Mark: No, just less guilty I suppose. Are you going to kill me? Send me to the Disgraces?
Bryan: No. I understand what you did, why you did it, and I can't say if I was in your position, I wouldn't do the same.
Mark: I'd do it again, too.
Bryan: I know...but there will be a price to pay, Mark. You'll have to say goodbye to Cindy.
Mark: What? No! I won't let an-
Bryan: Mark, it's not her. I promise you this, she'll be protected. I vow nothing will happen to her. But...you belong to the Curtain now Mark. I have to turn you away.
Mark: I...understand. Thank you Bryan. Do...do I have to leave now?
Bryan: You have until dawn.

Bryan Mills left the small room. Mark Meltzer spent the night watching his daughter sleep, and writing a long goodbye note for her. Then, he quietly left the room as the first rays of the sun appeared in the window. He didn't want to wake her.

Tales Of Battle

See Operation Axe To The Face

Also Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny

Also Tales of the Alliance


Tales of the Disgraces

The Choosing of the Court Tailor

Berii woke to the sun upon her face. The sun always shone down into her room at dawn, unmarred by any cloud. She stirred, and sat up in bed, clutching the silken sheets to her, and yawning. She got out of bed, looking as perfect as if she had just been to the spa, and went to the balcony outside of her palace room to look out upon her kingdom. It was a strange patchwork of many different societies, each modeled upon what the ruling deity deemed perfect, but the main City of the Disgraces shone in the morning sun... or at least, the places where the sun shone. In the Archmage's Sector, it was clouded over, and raining and snowing at the same time. This was how the Archmage liked it, and to each her own. But in Berii's sector, in the center, the sun always shone, and there were never clouds. During the night, the moon was always full. That was what she thought perfect, and as she thought it, so it was. A tinkling bell interrupted Berii's enjoyment of her realms. The bell served to show her that it was time for her to get ready for her morning routine, and the meeting of the Court of Perfection. Berii went back inside and closed the door to the balcony. She then crossed over to the wall next to her bed, and touched a picture of her symbol, the Love Berry Rod (the original of which was kept from her in the Vault). Immediately, maids in plain long sleeveless white dresses from the Church of Canon Sues, of which Berii was Goddess, appeared, and bowed low. These did not need any instructions on what to do. They had been doing this for a long time, and in fact had sacrificed their true identities to better serve the Church, becoming simply Mary and Sue. Mary was a blonde with baby-blue eyes and delicate features, and Sue was a redhead with a more bold look to her. Mary took off her nightclothes, and carried them off to be given away to the populace, as Berii never wore the same clothes twice, while Sue selected suitable day-wear for her God-Queen. The one she finally chose was a long gown with hanging sleeves, in purple with little star-like glints, the color of the Mary Suetopian Royalty. It was heavily embroidered in gold, and there were gems in the best places for such things. It was as perfect as Berii herself. Sue dressed Berii in it, and then, in front of a mirror in the corner, did up her hair in a way that complemented her dress and character, but it was Berii herself who placed the Crown of Mary Suetopia on her head. Berii then got up, and went to the throne room, where would be meeting the Court of Perfection. Attended by Sue and a returned Mary, Berii made her way through the winding corridors of the Palace of Mary Suetopia, through hallways made of such materials as gold, diamond, pastiches of different kinds of gems, silk, unmelting ice, and silver, with beautiful patterns in whatever material it was. Servants from the Church of Canon Sues and the Church of Marty Stus quietly moved around, doing whatever tasks were needed. Berii paid no mind to the sumptuous decorations, for she had seen them all before, and in fact, they were starting to get a little old, and the only thought that she spared her surroundings was that maybe it was time for a renovation. Berii moved quickly and soon arrived at the great golden doors to the throne room, where she halted. In place of doorknobs, on one side of the door was emblazoned with her symbol, and the other with the novel Twilight, symbol of her king, Edward Cullen, God of Marty Stus. A hand placed on the appropriate symbol would show who you wished to see, and you would be granted an audience depending if that person happened to be holding court. Berii placed her hand upon the symbol that represented her, and for her, the doors swung open.

Berii proceeded towards her throne, the Throne of the Queen of Mary-Suetopia. It was, like the currently-empty Throne of the King of Mary-Suetopia, made out of Mithril, the true silver from the continuity of Lord of the Rings. It served to remind all subjects of the King and Queen's connection to something greater, to things rare beyond compare. Mithril was an outlawed substance in the land of the Disgraces for just this reason. Berii took her place on the throne, and settled on the royal purple cushions that made the metal throne far more comfortable to sit on, and let the court commence. Immediately, she was approached by the Archmage of Suetopia, Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. Ebony was one of the very few Disgraces from the fandom of Harry Potter, and thus, one of their only mages. She gained her place through her introductory fanfic, which was so awful that nobody knew how her name was truly spelled, as not even her author could spell it right. Its quality was so terrible that she was immediately catapulted, without going to the main Trope Pantheons first, into the Disgraces as Goddess of Black Hole Sues. Enoby was a rather legendary figure in the Pantheons of the Disgraced, and she had a complaint for Berii: “Tehre's dis grl, a cothsmkre, nd seh's makng tihs ew prep sytl, nad its atactng ma fulwers, trning tehm nto posers. Put a sotp to it, Beri!” Which, translated from Evony-speak, was “There's this girl, a clothes-maker, and she's making this new prep style, and it's attracting my followers, turning them into posers. Put a stop to it, Berii!” Enony was not known for her spelling, and she somehow managed to speak in spelling errors. She was also a 'goff', which pretty much translated into 'wears black, hates 'preps', is depressed and often suicidal, and does drugs'. Berii herself did not approve, but Ebondy was their most powerful magic user, and she was quite the Sue, and a true member of the Court of Perfection... going by Tara's view of 'perfect'. While Berii did not like Ta Ebory, the clothes-maker she mentioned was worth looking into. Berii herself was a preppy girl, and this clothes-maker seemed to be good. She waved Egogy away, ignoring the Archmage's protests. There were a few others who had come to see the Queen, but they could wait. Most of their complaints were petty anyways. With a small sigh and a shake of her head, Berii reflected that the point of Mary Sue was that she was better than everyone else. While Berii knew that this was true of her, due to it being canon, and her being the queen of all Mary Sues, everyone else thought so too, and thus could not get along, and trying to do so was like putting a square peg in a hole that didn't exist yet, and the only thing you could make were round holes. Thus, any unifying factor would have to be pounced on immediately. If each of the court could be forced to wear clothes from one tailor, this might produce a higher sense of equality. Admittedly, not that much, but all was needed.

She beckoned to Mary and Sue, and set off to the markets of the City of the Disgraced. Once out of the palace, the city, though bright and utopian, was rather empty. The servants, chosen from the devoted of each deity's church, stayed out of the way unless it was very early, which was the time they went shopping for such things as incenses to burn at the altar of their patron god, sacrifices, and things to make their temples even more beautiful than they were before, and so such. They also did shopping for their deities, but this wasn't as common. It was past the time when they would be out, and the NPCs made with a combination of the gods' power and the malleable nature of reality in the Disgraced Lands were not much in the market, being simply there to sell goods not sold by gods or their followers. Or course, some gods made a lot of NPCs to fill their territories, one such god being Ebondy Dark'ness Dementia TARA Way, the goffik vampire Archmage. This would usually not have been much of a problem, except Eboby's city territory was directly in the way of the marketplace, and due to Enopby's telepathic powers, every NPC in her part of the city knew about how Berii had brushed Tara off. And, since Tata was very short on imagination (taking after her Suethor in that respect), they were all clones of her. Thus, the Queen of Mary Suetopia had to endure jeers, nigh-incomprehensible insults to her and all preps, and something about how she liked chewing things in public. This mystified Berii, as she didn't have that habit. There were also a few shouts of “Crookshanks!”, which, as far as Berii could remember, was the name of Hermione's cat. Of course, after time spent with some of the disgraces, you tend to get very good at ignoring things, and Berii was a ignorance champ. She managed to make it through the Archmage's District with most of her sanity intact, and only a moderate headache, and emerged soon into the main point of her journey, the Marketplace.

It was rather loud for the few people who were there, with NPCs and a few Devotees to the Churches of the Disgraced, but Berii used her stupendous powers of ignoring people to focus on something else. She was looking for a girl who sold clothes, likely of a high quality. She tried to keep this on high priority, but due to a combination of concentration being no longer necessary for sanity, and the fluctuation of a Sue personality, she got distracted by some of the products for sale, and she sent Mary and Sue out to get some things for her. There were so many good things at the market, that Berii decided to relish this chance, and tour the market, but after she'd found her target. Near the entrance to Temple Street, where were the shrines of the Disgraced Gods that had no territory to call their own, she found her girl. The merchant was a young woman, brunette and brown eyed, and very pretty. She was wearing a long, simple, white silk dress with golden triforce symbols embroidered on the neck and edges. Some of her work was on display. It was well detailed and very pretty, although it would be considered extremely preppy by the standards of somebody like Enobby. Berii was impressed. She recalled Mary and Sue to her, and struck up a chat with the girl at the booth.

“Hi, I'm Berii, goddess of Canon Sues, who are you?” she asked. The merchant answered: “I'm Jenna Silverblade, and I'm the goddess of Relationship Sues. My temple is down there on, well, Temple street, third on the left, as I don't have a high position that allows for territory, though I have a lot of followers. I'm just a merchant of clothes right now.” She said it with a nonchalance that told Berii that she thought that her Sue Influence would be enough to take on the Queen of Mary Suetopia. She might be trouble, but judging on her demeanor, she would be more of an asset to the court than a liability. Oh, such decisions! Being queen of the Disgraces was such a hard job. Berii, however, in the time between when she was banished and now had adapted considerably to the position and so she soldiered on, because the job needed to be done, for the good of all Disgraces and the humiliation of the Trope Pantheons, who had thrown them out. So, she asked Jenna: “I love your work, and would like to buy it. It's the most beautiful stuff I've ever seen, and you seem to be very good at what you do. So, I have an offer for you. Would you like a position in the Court of Perfection as Royal Tailor? You would have full privileges as a Court Lady, along with your own districts to go with your new position, and all you'd have to do is sew for the court.” Jenna wasted no time taking Berii up on this offer. “Yes, yes, I would,” she nearly yelled with excitement. Berii nodded, and then left her to pack up her things and then head back to the Pantheon. Berii continued her marketplace tour, picking up along the way a few choice things she wanted for herself, plus pretty trinkets to appease the sues of her court. When her shopping was finished, she called for her maids and left the market, and returned to her throne. This time she did not come by a inside door. She came by the outer door to the throne room, which was three stories tall and made to impress. It was intricately carved with the symbols of all of the Disgraced Trope Gods, with the center being a huge image of her and Edwards' symbols. And of course, laid into a tile pattern before it was, on the left side, Edward's symbol, and on the right, hers. She stepped onto the pattern of her symbol, and then, dramatic magic happened.

A beautiful aura of the brightest pink surrounded Berii and lifted her into the air. As she threw her arms outward, the humongous doors swung open, and as they did, Berii transformed into her Mew form. A cat tail poked out from under her fluffy dress, and bunny ears grew from the top of her head. The pink aura gently set her down in front of the Throne Room. She then processed up to her throne, and sat there, making sure her tail was in a comfortable position. Mary and Sue took up their positions behind the throne, and the Court of Perfection was ready to meet. Berii endured the requests and chatter from the Sues of the Court, looking forward to the time when Jenna would arrive. When she finally did, arriving the same way as Berii, though not transforming into Mew form, as she had none, Berii rose from her throne, and went to greet her, taking her hand and processing with her up to right before the throne, and then Berii turned and adressed the Court: “Sues and Stus, I have, on today's market tour, discovered one who creates clothes worthy of the perfect, and is also a Sue worthy of the Court. May I present to you our new Court Tailor, Jenna Silverblade!”

There was hush for a few moments in the court. And then Ibory shouldered her way to the front of the crowd, and yelled: “U pt A preip in cahrge of making al ur clotths?" Berii sighed and facepalmed. Just a usual day at the court.



Tales of The Fallen

Tobi is a Bad Boy

Tobi had been waiting for this for a long time. Kurama, the Nine-Tailed Beast, had ascended into the Pantheon separated from his Jinchikuuri host, Naruto and that made him all the ripe for the picking. In the House of Beasts, Kurama was asleep as were many of the other Gods. There was a box lying around, but Tobi paid it no mind. It was probably used by one of the simple-mided gods as a plaything. And speak of the devil.

Pooh: (snacking on honey) Why, hello there dear sir. Would you like some honey?
Pooh: Oh, bother. (heads off the direction of his poor honey pot)

Standing near Tobi's side is his partner, Revolver Ocelot, and Ocelot's apprentice Celestia Ludenberg. Celes sipped on a cup of warm milk tea while Ocelot twirled the gun in his hand.

Ocelot: You know, you didn't have to go that far with the little one.
Celes: That little bear has very little brain, Ocelot. Tobi was being honest with his feelings.
Tobi: Ho-ho-ho! I'm glad the little miss agrees!

Celes just glares as Tobi prepares his sealing jutsu on Kurama. Just as he was about to say the words and pour his chakra into the seal...

BAM!'

A bullet entered through the eyehole of Tobi's mask. Tobi screamed as blood spurted everywhere. Ocelot, gun in hand, blew the smoke and shook his head.

Ocelot: You got sloppy, thinking that just because you found yourself alone and with an opening. Guess what? There's no such things as openings—they are just mere "opportunities" to capitalize on.
Tobi: You monster...what the hell are you doing?
Ocelot: Nothing for you to worry. It's just too bad that your plans to enact that Tsukuyomi is going down the drain, I'm afraid.
Tobi: What do you mean? Are we not the same? You did all that you could due to your attraction to Big Boss! It is just the same as with my beloved Rin-sama! I wanted the world safe for her! I...

Ocelot fired several gun shots to the shoulder to shut him up. Celes, in a move that she would never have done ever, dumped her tea over Tobi's face.

Celes: The affection you had for Rin is different than my teacher's. He accepted his defeat in the end, he admitted his mistakes. And your lies? They were so blatant that even the participants of the High School of Mutual Killing would find out quicker than mine. You kept convincing yourself that this was all for the better, but all you're doing is going into flat out denial. Even that mask you're wearing can't hide the truth: that you are nothing but a 'Rank F' fool.
Tobi: Rank... F?
Celes: (pissed off mode) THAT MEANS YOU'RE BETTER OFF LYING AMONGST THE WORMS OF DISGRACES!!

The shock of seeing Celes screaming like a hellspawn unnerved Tobi as he scrambled about, passing that peculiar cardboard box. A hand shot from the box.

!

Solid Snake emerged, pinning Tobi to the ground. Tobi struggled but with the eye that was used for the mask's eyehole bleeding, he couldn't do anything. Snake just glared at Ocelot.

Snake: It's not every day I do things for you, Ocelot, but the House of Justice has long since wanted him on the court.
Ocelot: Of course, Snake. I'll let this off this time, since I needed him out of my sight for something. Look forward to it, Snake.
Snake: Look... forward?

Meanwhile, Pooh found his Honey Pot in the House of Ambiguity, where Gangrel and Luna Vachon's temple was. The two vampires looked in confusion as Pooh climbed the steps to their House and dusted off his hunny pot.

Pooh: (dips his paw into honey and then shows it to Gangrel and Luna) Honey?

The Court of the Gods watched as Snake dragged Tobi to the stand.

Ocelot: This god has been accused of his depravity in regards to his actions involving the Tsukyomi act, but also because of his very divisive characteristic. He is not a true God of Masks, whether they be physical or even metaphorical.
Johnson: And do you have evidence?
Ocelot: (pulls out a scroll) I have it all right here.

Tobi scrambled about, removing mask so he could see better. It was then that everyone saw his true face... the face of someone known as Obito.

Celes: See what I mean? You can't even keep your mask on to save your life. Even I accepted my loss and I'm still the lying Goddess like I was before.
Tobi: You can't stop me! I will enact my plan! Rin... My beloved Rin, wait for!

Ocelot fired a shot into Tobi's throat, silencing him.

Ocelot: Is that all you could muster up for defense? Have a little, dignity, even Relius Clover didn't squirm like the worm you are when he was having his breakdown! If every of the times you were to spout that will grant a nickel to someone, that someone would have surpassed Jay Gatsby of the Fallen in terms of wealth...

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed the court house. Then, Kurama appeared, grinning from ear to ear as he scooped Tobi into his mouth.

Ocelot: Well, well, Speak of the Devil...
Kurama: This fool has done long enough in the fields of the Pantheon. This one's verdict has better be satisfactory, like being tossed to the Fallen. What will it be... Judge?
Johnson: Give the court time to go through the evidence and get some eye witness accounts for him. We will be here for quite a while.

Hours passed. The Naruto based gods came and gave their testimonies. Out of all of them, Naruto was the most sympathetic in that Tobi had some goodness in his heart somewhere. Sasuke stated that his attempts of vengeance went beyond past his ideals and Hinata stated that his love for Rin perverted his true desires.

Johnson: (slams gavel) This court has agreed. I hearby announce that the defendant, Tobi, is accused of not truly representing his title as God of Masks, but also showing very indecisive characteristics for a God of Masks. His punishment? To be sent into the Fallen immediately!

Tobi's throat still had the bullet from Ocelot's gun, so he couldn't use any of his jutsus. That, and he had been put into a straitjacket. Celestia did her own "Gendo Pose" with a smirk as she watched Kurama drag Tobi into the Fallen.

Celes: Those who cannot continually lie to themselves and keep putting themselves in denial have no need for masks. They must wear their ugliness for everyone to see for all eternity.
Ocelot: (opens his pocket watch) It looks like our job is done. Care for tea, Madam?
Celes: Yes. I can't believe I wasted a perfect cup of tea over that orange masked bastard....

Meanwhile, Winnie the Pooh happily walked back to the House of Beasts, his honey pot in hand. The vampires were very nice and he hoped to see them again next time with more honey. But now, back at his temple, he sat down to eat the last of his honey.

Only to find that his honey pot was empty.

Pooh: Oh bother.


Special Tales

The Great Upheaval: Homura Akemi have always been the herald of Madoka Kaname. This all changes due to the machinations of a certain Chaos Lord.

The Pantheonic Rebellion: One of the biggest wars in the pantheon. Many plots and schemes are in place. YHVH has ordered a plan to kill Madoka in cold blood. Takes place after the Great Upheaval.

The Friendship Asylum: Gentaro Kisaragi was one of the few paragons of Friendship. However, a string of events have corrupted him into a sinister entity known as Alternate Gentaro.

Muse Hysteria: The Darkness Proxy has ordered a challenge to the pantheon to gather all the Princesses of Heart. Chaos will ensue, and many parties involved will struggle.

The Morality Civil War: Takes place after the Pantheonic Rebellion. After Yuuki Terumi's defeat at the hands of Hakumen, he was taken away by Nyarlathotep to fulfill an old promise of his own. However, Litchi Faye-Ling's actions regarding a recently ascended blob has questioned the Pantheon on the definition of heroism.

The Disney Villain Uprising: New evidence of Maleficent's villainy is put into question due to one timeline where she was an Anti Heroine and was friends with Aurora. With such documents, The Disney villainesses have launched a plan to usurp her. Will they succeed?

Battle Royale: Round Two: Polygon Man has orchestrated a second tournament after the first round. As told in the perspective of Lightning Farron, she and many other deities, both old and new to the Royale, must prevent the insane abomination's plans to come to fruition.


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