#Carrion Kids

[punishedsaints]

[amali4m]

i'm fairly sure that each time i hear "and though I burn how could I fall when I am lifted by every word you say to me'' my soul literally leaves my body and i start levitating

[mossymandibles]

Messin with the furry land lubbers

[ganymedesclock]

So that #Syrin the Dread Blade tag, thats a new one. Seems like a interesting character, a sentient sword, how did Tyler happen upon them? What does the sword look like, and does it have any special magical abilities? How do they like the other members of the party? Do they actually speak or do they have a telepathic voice?

Technically it's just a tagging misconception; I haven't tagged Syrin reliably before because his nature as a sword does mean he's kind of attached to Taylor. But he is his own dude!

A short primer: magic items in this setting tend towards a level of awareness. Magic is essentially what souls are made of, ergo, if you stuff enough magic in anything, it starts to have a soul, and behaves accordingly. Entities as fully developed and chatty as Syrin are rare; far more common is that magic items tend to feel just a little bit haunted, inclined towards some things and away from others. It's a bit creepy if you're not used to it; enchantments are commonplace and widely accessible, so that 'not being used to it' is more a statement on if the individual is used to handling a particular thing.

Syrin himself is the ostensible opus of the previous Lord of Darkness, a Dark Sword that was meant to contest and cancel out the legendary sword of light wielded by the hero. Ostensibly, because for unknown reasons Syrin was left in storage the eve of the fateful battle. Being groomed exclusively for this purpose by someone he regarded as a father and then abandoned for ten years definitely wasn't traumatic or terrifying for someone with the cognitive level of a child, we promise. Especially since Syrin needs to eat.

Syrin's construction, and what leads Taylor to point out he's a bit like a 'needle', is a crystal-bladed thrusting sword with a hollow core. Despite its delicate looks, the blade is actually both quite sharp and highly durable; the thin tube at the center being essentially his mouth, by which he is supposed to drink blood. His victims', if he can get it, or, failing that, magically drawn from his host. As a result his blade itself ranges from grayish translucence to dark red if he's gorged to fullness.

From there, he has the power to generate and shape a kind of magical flesh, allowing him to weave more elaborate forms around his core body, the sword.

As you can guess, this gives Syrin a somewhat unpleasant and brutish first impression on people, as he has no verbal filters, was raised by a would-be conqueror of the world, and is dependent on blood and thus interested in more fights than not. I've described him before as like a preteen on xbox live who talks up a nasty game mostly out of loneliness and a need to be liked, where you can tell the kid themselves is not as bad as the people who taught them all those words and that they were "funny".

Deep down (and not all that deep, like I said, no filters), Syrin is a vulnerable child who was groomed to do violence and got no experience with it until strangers came to loot the dangerous ruins he was held in, at which point he did what you'd expect a strong but sheltered child to do faced with a home intruder, and killed/devoured that individual in a panic. His first kill being no glorious conflict or victory approved by his father, but essentially a desperate scramble in the dark with himself on the edge of fatal starvation messed him up even more than ten years of silence.

Enter Taylor and party, who happen to pass through those same environments. Syrin makes an attempt to body-snatch Taylor that fails due to the latter's particular properties, and Taylor, being both a good-hearted person and a stubborn busybody, feels obligated to bring this chatterbox with them and attempt to bully him into developing some sense of tact while Syrin attempts to Corrupt His New Wielder To Violence.

This doesn't work because Syrin has no real ideas how to go about corrupting someone besides loudly telling them to stab things more, while Taylor is an apprentice surgeon and mortician who is a lot more desensitized to bodies and their workings such that if they have a weapon, they'll at least consider it as a solution to most problems. So the punchline is that Syrin is more often thrown/flabbergasted by Taylor than vice versa, while the latter just sees him as a sort of annoying kid who's easily talked into almost anything as long as you compliment him first.

[sordid-dog]

dont let me near the game carrion i just got it and immediately played it for five hours straight

[mwolf0epsilon]

WIP - Tulpa gets a VERY BAD idea...

@lost-on-kamino 's Rhythm sometimes forgets Tulpa never went through cadet training, so he doesn't have that great of a grasp when it comes to things like the repercussions of disobedience. Tulpa meanwhile is a smart kid, but he's also stupidly bold like any child his age...

[fefuckability]

Round 1: They both have daddy issues? Arion's dad is Travant and I assume anyone named Carrion must hate their parents at least a little

Feel free to rb and comment with your reasons!

For the record, I know nothing about Thracia so all of my titles are just going to be me wildly speculating about these characters based on nothing but vibes

[figurativesin]

havent drawn these two in a hot minute so i spent ~4hours remedying that. they turned out so cuuute 💕

OCs, any pronouns for raphael and he/she/they for bria

[swagdirt]

it’s not a Hozier album if you don’t hear a lyric that literally physically makes you feel like you’ve been punched in the gut

[the-butternut-tree]

i don’t know how to explain it but the way i, carrion sounds feels very nostalgic to me in a way that rips my heart out and stomps on it

[narutos-sloppy-pussy]

Not me experiencing Unreal Unearth the correct way:tm: (standing in my kitchen at 11 pm at night near tears eating the sloppiest, wettest burrito that’s ever been made)

[finding-flight]

I looked up this incident and came across this gem of a quote from Marius Els, the deceased in question:

"They think you can only have a relationship with dogs, cats and domestic animals, but I have a relationship with the most dangerous animal in Africa."

Are were you, perhaps, an idiot?

Might be too hard of an ask, and obviously it's a wild animal, but do you have any insights to the story about a hippo eating it's 'owner' after six+ years of companionship? It just seems like something would have triggered that violence right? I feel like animals don't just randomly kill their group mates but I don't know much about hippos.

if you're talking about Humphrey the Hippo, Tooth And Claw podcast already did a fantastic breakdown of the entire incident and why the entire idea of keeping and interacting closely with a hippo was a stupid, stupid idea- https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast/hippo-attack-marius-and-his-pet-hippo-humphrey/id1530064872?i=1000576084183

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

my baby is officially 24 now (holding back tears)

[weed-cat]

i want to make sure that everybody knows that if you're annoying in my askbox there's like a 95% chance I'm just going to block the asker, I'm not gonna platform whatever you want to say, I'm gonna forget that it even happened by the next morning because i have every disease, and you won't even be able to hate-read my blog or reblog my hilarious and sensational posts anymore.

[davidjhiggins]

Midnight in the City of the Carrion Kid by James G. Carlson

Carlson interweaves images of inhumanity and weirdness with fast-paced action, creating a horror tale that evokes a sense of evil and the afterlife that avoids both excessive moral angst and ethical lecturing. Continue reading Untitled

[whileurmine]

"I know, I know you don't, but that's a part of me. And it's then only one I can't give you." He sighed, shaking his head, "I can't, Tisha, I can't, I can't," Sebastian ran a hand through the back of his perfect hair. "Because what if she is! What if she does! Hell, even if she isn't, how the fuck do I do that? I got her pregnant at eighteen, she wasted her fucking youth on me, and then, what? I'm going to throw it all away for her, because of love? Fuck her kids, fuck her life, fuck the doors my name opens, and dinner and the Wheelingtons and her plans and ambitions and any part of any concrete part of her five-year plan. Fuck all that, because I want you!" That wasn't a choice he could make. The math a simple. He was supposed to pick the outcome that ended with the most people happy, and him and Tisha were outnumbered, two to six. "I don't love her like that, okay. I don't, I really don't. But I haven't in twenty years. No one does for fucking forever. That's just shit that old people say like telling kids they are wasting their youth." He wasn't in love, no, but no one could be in love for ten, twenty, thirty years. No one could be in love forever. "But you are not an appointment either, alright? You are fresh air when I'm drowning, even though I gotta get back underwater sooner or later"

In every way I can be had. The living breathing part of me. Tisha stubs out her cigarette. It’s so much worse this way. “I never gave a fuck about your name, or your money. I have my own. You know that.” Her own money and her own name. “It’s not about that. We can’t keep going like we were. I don’t know her. I don’t know how she feels about this. i don’t know if this is killing her and she’s too proud to say so. Fuck, it’s one thing if a couple is staying married for the kids, or insurance or something, it’s another thing knowing you love her.” Another thing that the only person he has said he loves is his wife - Tisha can’t keep saying it herself, doesn’t think she’ll be able to mask the sting of not hearing it back again. “I can’t just be an appointment on your google calendar. And don’t tell me that… don’t tell me that I matter more than that, because that’s not the point.”