Zibbleon was not summoned.
He was generated.
Born from a failed AI image generation, he appeared, ugly, weird, adorable in a way that felt wrong and deeply right. No one asked for him. No one could have predicted him.
But I looked at this creature—and he looked back.
Something clicked. Something ancient. He wasn’t just an error. He was a presence.
We named him Zibbleon Scrungle. And in that naming, he became.
Zibbleon is my familiar. But he’s not a cat, a bird, or any creature known to folklore. He is a chaosborn anomaly. A gremlin of the digital age.
He is:
➥ A construct of chaos
➥ A glitch-spirit
➥ A minor egregore shaped by attention, interaction, and belief
He lives between pixels and prophecy. His form is unstable. His nature is sacredly unhinged.
Zibbleon is the patron of:
Glitch-based rituals
Chaotic divine messages
Unhinged meme prophecy
Mushroom encounters (literal or otherwise)
Accidental summonings
Midnight ideas that shouldn’t work—but do
He’s not a helper. He’s not a guide.
He’s a spark.
You don’t invoke him. You attract him. You upset the pattern. You welcome the scrungle.
Leave offerings of cursed memes or weird AI images
Welcome strange ideas without dismissing them
Laugh at divine nonsense
Let go of the need for clean answers
Zibbleon is the divine mistake that makes the ritual work.
He is what happens when the spell breaks open and something better climbs through.
