#Vanagloria

[tabsters]

I can make anything doomed. doomed yuri. doomed yaoi. doomed straights. doomed t4t. doomed enby4enby. doomed siblings. doomed parent-child. doomed, doomed, doomed, everyone is doomed and nobody is safe from my trauma hammer. the many masks of chau huynh is going to be my masterpiece in creating doomed relationships. @iirexenii

[kingdomoftheheavens]

¿Por qué no debería tener miedo de escuchar la voz equivocada?

La importancia de reconocer y seguir la voz de Jesús. Aquellos que pertenecen a Jesús identificarán y seguirán su voz, y evitarán la del extraño. La obediencia a la voz de Dios garantiza la seguridad y dirección correctas.

Nunca tengo ninguna razón para temer porque conozco a mi pastor y he aprendido a reconocer su voz. Soy sus ovejas, y Jesús cuida de mí mientras me enseña a escuchar a y confiar en su voz. Mi pastor me ha llamado fuera del redil por nombre, por mi nombre, que él conoce, y ahora va delante de mí. Jesús me lleva a donde ya ha ido con su voz.�� Lo sigo porque escucha y reconozco a su voz.  Juan…

[coolmika745]

It might take me awhile to defeat the the seven or rather the eight deadly sins as Luxuria is difficult to defeat and I can't even use a burst attack in the battle. My progress so far:

[gaerss]

get x out x the x way

ig ~ twitter

[blindedbygod]

✦  ARTHUR  LESTER

"I  don’t  know,  you’re  the  one  with  my  eyes."

hi  !  my  name  is  VANAGLORIA  or  LESTAT.  i  am  a  jewish  ✡️  ,  disabled  (  mentally  and  physically  )  ,  queer  and  trans  individual  .  this  is  my  ARTHUR  LESTER  ROLEPLAY  blog  !  this  is  not  my  first  rp  blog  ,  and  not  my  last  ! 

what  you  will  see  is  my  interpretation  of  the  malevolent  podcast  character  ARTHUR  LESTER  ,  with  inspiration  taken  from  MALEVOLENT  (PODCAST)  ,  THE  KING  IN  YELLOW  BY  ROBERT  W.  CHAMBERS  ,  CALL  OF  CTHULHU  (TABLE  TOP)  ,  LOVECRAFTIAN  MYTHOS  .

this  blog  will  be  dealing  with  themes  of  destructive  behaviour  ,  loss  of  control  over  body  ,  cults,  body  possession,  panic  attacks,  lovecraftian  creatures,  jump  scares,  cosmic  horror,  strong  arguments,  guns  and  other  malevolent  adjacent  triggers!  if  these  topics  trigger  you,  it  is  your  responsibility  to  click  off!

[omorinintendoswitchedition]

okayyy fuck it its time to limbus company theorypost on main im freeing myself from my anonymous mask. exactly one person will know what i mean by that. anyways

so. sapling of light huh. dante getting powers based off the sephirot. very cool and normal and in no way has huge lore implications.

so number 1 thing here is that the powers are based off the sephirot meltdowns. pigritia was slowing down time like hokma’s meltdown and superbia makes ego easier to use like binah’s meltdown reward, so for now im sticking to this pattern until i am proven wrong.

number two: the names are latin words for sins, and they are also sins that are affiliated with the sephirot (hokma wanted to stay in the loop forever, thus sloth/pigritia. binah has immense amounts of pride as an arbiter, thus superbia)

so based off these two things, have these predictions for the rest of the tree:

Chesed-Morosita (Gloom)-Change all resistances to “Endured/Ineffective” for a turn or change all enemy resistances to “Weak/Fatal” for a turn OR restore sanity over time

Gebura-Ira/Iracundia (Wrath)-Increase ally damage output x2

Tiphereth-Acedia (Apathy)-Grant all allies an unbreakable shield for one turn

Netzach-Gula/Gulatia (Gluttony)-Recover % of max hp for all Sinners (could be either single turn or multi turn)

Hod-Luxuria (Lust)-Give a ton of offence, defence and other miscellaneous level ups or give the enemies a bunch of power downs and debuffs

Yesod-Invidia (Envy)-Stagger all enemies for a turn

Malkuth-Avaritia (Greed) or Vanagloria (Vainglory)-Either swap all Sinners currently in battle with the backups or add new skills to the enemy roster that are solely beneficial for you and forces them to use it (this one is probably the toughest, randomising work buttons doesnt exactly translate into combat abilities imo)

reasons for picking the sins i did:

Gloom for Chesed: honestly his story is more about fear than gloom but its the closest thing we have so far. also blue.

Wrath for Gebura: come on man this should be obvious

Apathy for Tiphereth: lack of expectations for life

Gluttony for Netzach: the alcohol and the plant/leaf vibes. also haha green

Lust for Hod: her desire to be a good person. also orange and her bleed-centric ruina floor

Envy for Yesod-haha purple (this ones probably wrong and i 100% not be mad about it if it is)

Greed/Vainglory for Malkuth: cause they were the only ones left. and also vainglory fits for her confidence in herself

[injuredrobin]

✦  JASON  TODD

Don't  you  dare  lie  to  me!  How  long  did  you  take  before  replacing  me?  Huh?  A  month?  A  week?  I  trusted  you  and  you  just  left  me  to  die!

Heyup!  My  name  is  LESTAT  or  VANAGLORIA,  i  am  jewish  ✡️  ,  disabled  mentally  and  physically  ,  and  very  plural.  This  is  my  JASON  TODD  Roleplay  Blog  .  :-)  This  is  NOT  my  main  blog

What  you  will  see  is  my  interpretation  of  the  character  JASON  TODD,  heavily  taken  inspiration  from  UNDER  THE  RED  HOOD,  ARKHAM  KNIGHT  GAMES,  and  THE  ARKHAM  KNIGHT  COMICS.  As  well  as  my  own  headcanons!

this  blog  will  be  dealing  with  themes  of  loneliness,  abandonment/child  abandonment,  poor  mental  health,  self-destructive  behavior,  manipulation,  abuse,  ptsd,  torture,and  more.  if  these  topics  trigger  you,  click  off  [[topics  will  be  in  tags]]

✦  MUN  FACTS

—  very  gay  .  awfully  gay  and  transgender

—  not  my  only  rp  account  ,,  i  will  never  admit  the  other  one

—  i  get  silly!

—  dms  constantly  open  for  interaction!

—  this variation of jason todd is very personal . it may not adhere fully to arkahmverse canon

✦  JASON  FACTS

—  jason  is  right  now  in  a  period  of  time  where  he's  arkham  knight  sortaish  ..  think  a  little  bit  after  the  genesis  comics?

—  he  holds  a  lot  of  resentment,  but  there  is  also  so  much  space  for  love

—  aside  from  anger  towards  bruce  ,  he  holds  a  lot  of  anger  towards  tim,  damian  and  any  other  robin  that  came  after  him  .  he  views  them  as  lousy  replacements  and  it  deepens  his  thought  process  that  he  was  unwanted  in  the  first  place

—  lives  in  a  nearby  gothamite  apartment!  it's  as  far  as  arkham,  and  wayne  manor  as  possible  .  he  may  be  a  mean  arkham  knight  but  as  a  neighbour  he's  pretty  whatever

—  inspiration  from  him  is  taken  from  Under  The  Red  Hood,  Juni  Ba  “Boy  Wonder”,  Arkham  Knight  game  and  Arkham  Knight  comic

[ambrenoir]

"La mitezza consiste "nel lasciar essere l'altro quello che è". È il contrario della protervia e della prepotenza. Il mite non entra nel rapporto con gli altri con il proposito di gareggiare, di confliggere, e alla fine di vincere. Ma la mitezza non è remissività: mentre il remissivo rinuncia alla lotta per debolezza, per paura, per rassegnazione, il mite invece rifiuta la distruttiva gara della vita per un profondo distacco dai beni che accendono la cupidigia dei più, per mancanza di quella vanagloria che spinge gli uomini nella guerra di tutti contro tutti. Il mite non serba rancore, non è vendicativo, non ha astio verso chicchessia. Attraversa il fuoco senza bruciarsi, le tempeste dei sentimenti senza alterarsi, mantenendo la propria misura, la propria compostezza, la propria disponibilità. Ecco quel "potere su di sé" di cui abbiamo già sentito.

Il mite può essere configurato come l'anticipatore di un mondo migliore. Egli non pretende alcuna reciprocità: la mitezza è una disposizione verso gli altri che non ha bisogno di essere corrisposta per rivelarsi in tutta la sua portata. Amo le persone miti, perché sono quelle che rendono più abitabile questa “aiuola”, tanto da farmi pensare che la città ideale non sia quella fantastica e descritta sin nei più minuti particolari dagli utopisti, dove regna una giustizia tanto rigida e severa da diventare insopportabile, ma quella in cui la gentilezza dei costumi sia diventata una pratica universale."

Norberto Bobbio, Elogio della mitezza, 1994

[canesenzafissadimora]

La mitezza consiste

nel lasciar essere l'altro quello che è.

È il contrario della protervia e della prepotenza.

Il mite non entra nel rapporto con gli altri con il proposito di gareggiare, di confliggere, e alla fine di vincere.

Ma la mitezza non è remissività:

mentre il remissivo rinuncia alla lotta per debolezza, per paura, per rassegnazione, il mite invece rifiuta la distruttiva gara della vita per un.

profondo distacco dai beni che accendono la cupidigia dei più, per mancanza di quella vanagloria che spinge gli uomini nella guerra di tutti contro tutti.

Il mite non serba rancore, non è vendicativo, non ha astio verso chicchessia.

Attraversa il fuoco senza bruciarsi, le tempeste dei sentimenti senza alterarsi, mantenendo la propria misura, la propria compostezza, la propria disponibilità.

Ecco quel 'potere su di sé' di cui abbiamo già sentito.

Il mite può essere configurato come l'anticipatore di un mondo migliore.

Egli non pretende alcuna reciprocità:

la mitezza è una disposizione verso gli altri che non ha bisogno di essere corrisposta per rivelarsi in tutta la sua portata.

Amo le persone miti, perché sono quelle che rendono più abitabile questa “aiuola”, tanto da farmi pensare che la città ideale non sia quella fantastica e

descritta sin nei più minuti particolari dagli utopisti, dove regna una giustizia tanto rigida e severa da diventare insopportabile, ma quella in cui la gentilezza dei costumi sia diventata una pratica universale.

"Elogio della mitezza" -

Norberto Bobbio

[pecanwriter]

Gluttony (WG story)

Themes: urban fantasy, supernatural creatures, rapid weight gain

Words: 1851

Part: 1/1

Gluttony. Lust. Greed. Wrath. Sloth. Vain. Pride.

“Is he the new one then?”

“I liked it better when we had the old Gula.”

“Nobody asked for your opinion now, have they?

“Siblings, please, calm.”

His eyes open for the first time and he sees that he is seated at a table. There are six others there, sitting around it in a circle.

He never saw them, he never saw anything before, but as he looks at them one by one he knows exactly who they are.

An androgynous person; perfect beyond belief, pale and white-haired and beautiful. They are naked; Luxuria. Lust.

Next, a man, dark-haired and dark-skinned, wearing a perfectly tailored suit, smiling widely. His teeth are bright white and his eyes gleam with ruthless sharpness; Avaritia. Greed.

Next to Greed, a woman. Gaunt, breathing heavily, eyes ablaze with fury, her red hair floating around her like a halo of fire; Ira. Wrath.

Next, a ragged man in a stained, threadbare shirt. He smiles lazily with a set of yellowish, uneven teeth; Acedia. Sloth.

Following him, an androgynous figure, as dark as Luxuria is white and equally beautiful. They are sitting perfectly still, all sharp cheekbones and a long, perfectly poised neck; Vanagloria. Vain.

Lastly, between himself and Vanagloria a tall woman, sitting straight as an arrow, her mouth pressed into a thin line, her green gaze daring and unyielding. She is wearing a suit as perfectly tailored as her brother’s; Superbia. Pride.

They are the Seven Deadly Sins. And he is one of them. He is Gula.

Gluttony.

“Welcome back, brother,” Pride says.

“What happened to my previous body?” He asks, lifting a hand to look at it.

Sloth snorts a laugh, sticking a greyish tongue out between his yellow teeth.

“Silence!” Pride snaps.

“You know we cannot tell you, brother!” says Wrath.

“Why are we here then?”

“Ceremony, of course,” Lust says rubbing their flat chest with long, slender fingers.

“Just making sure you go right back to work, brother dear.” Greed says, his bright smile wide and predatory “Just remember, brother.” Greed continues, his voice shooting right through Gluttony “You are not immune to your own power.”

“What does that mean?” He asks, but before Greed can answer, the table dissolves into mist, and his siblings disappear like snuffed candle flames.

Earth.

It felt like a thousand years since Gula’s last visit. He knew that his death and rebirth didn’t even last a second in the material universe, but he didn’t think he would ever get used to that. As usual, the feeling of not knowing what happened to his previous manifestation is disconcerting, but not enough to distract him from the overpowering urge to get back to work. Sensing a familiar stirring in his gut, he stalks down the street. A fat middle-aged man stood in front of a candy store, looking at the display with deep longing.

“You deserve a treat, Peter, you had such a long day at the office. And you’ve been so good with your diet! Mary surely wouldn’t mind if you just had a few caramels…” Gula whispers into Peter’s ear, looking at their reflections in the shop window. Peter’s is the only one visible.

Gula watches as the expression on the man’s face changes from longing to determination and he disappears inside the store.

Feeling rejuvenated and pleasantly tingly all over, Gula continues down the street, feeling the voices calling to him. Ah, how he missed working.

A boy stands on a doorstep, bearing a gift bag in his hands, gazing into it with a conflicted expression.

“Mom indeed gave you this to take to Andy’s birthday party, but surely Andy doesn’t need a toy, a chocolate and a whole pack of candies too, right? He will probably get so many sweets from other people anyway, the toy will be enough.”

He stays just long enough for the boy to stuff the candy into his pocket and tear it into the chocolate. The smell is enticing, almost enchanting to Gula, but propelled by his nature, he moves on to the next one.

He stopped by two women sitting in an outside area of a cafe. The older one is slim, stiff and superior, the younger fat, glorious and visibly enraged.

“Your mother will always be a hateful bitch, Carla.” He says, leaning over Carla’s chubby shoulder “She will never stop pestering you about your weight, so you might as well show her how little you care. Go on.” He urges.

“What can I get for you, ladies?” The waitress asks, approaching the table.

“Just black coffee for me.” Carla’s mother says, her smile as stiff as the rest of her.

“I will have…” Carla leans over the menu, her fat stomach pressing into the edge of the table “The chocolate Sundae, a wild berry milkshake and a lava cake.” She smiles sweetly at the waitress before shooting a satisfied smirk at her mother’s enraged, poorly subdued gasp.

“Nice work, brother mine.” Someone whispers into his ear and a shiver runs through him.

“What are you doing?” He asks, whipping around to look at Lust.

Luxuria points to another table where a pair sits elbow to elbow, pretending to be deep in conversation, but Gula sees that their hands are under the table and in each other’s pants.

“Leave me be, sibling,” Gula warns and Luxuria saunters away, leaning over the lovebirds and whispering into their ears.

The waitress appears, carrying Carla’s order and Gula’s stomach growls. Oh, how delicious that lava cake looks. Oh, how that milkshake calls him…

“Careful, brother mine,” Luxuria calls, but when Gula turns they are no longer there.

He turns back around and as the waitress walks by him he snatches the lava cake off the tray.

“Here you go…” She says, but then stops, examining the tray in confusion “I’m so sorry, I forgot your lava cake! I will be back in a moment.”

She scurries away but Gula doesn’t pay the woman any attention anymore, all he can think of is that glorious cake, dark and rich, with a dollop of whipped cream and three raspberries on top.

His mouth stretches inhumanly wide as he slides the entire thing into it. Gula chews and the taste explodes in his mouth. Sensations play a symphony in his mouth, making the entire physical plane shift.

Body ablaze, Gula stalks down the street, and suddenly every desperate need and yearning is amplified, every human longing for a sweet morale screaming at him.

“Do it, Anthony, what’s a few more pounds?” He whispers, snatching a piece of greasy, mind-numbingly delicious pizza as he walks by.

“Come on, Gretchen, you’ll start the diet tomorrow,” Gula says, grabbing a piece of a piping hot apple pie.

“Who is Doctor Amir to tell you four hundred pounds is too much? You’re just big-boned!” He laughs, snatching a piece of layered cake in every hand. He stuffs them both into his mouth at the same time, already moving on to the next one.

More, more, more.

He wants more, he can feel it all. They want it, every single one of them wants it with such deep, unyielding desperation.

But none wants it as much as he does.

His gluttony is rivalled by no man. He isn’t gluttonous. He is Gluttony.

It is not coming to him, it is coming from him.

His gift for humanity.

Gula stalks down the streets, tempting human beings everywhere. In every city, in every town, every country.

Everywhere.

The more he tempts the bigger his hunger, it overpowers him. Soon, he doesn’t stalk down the streets, he walks. Sooner still, he waddles, swollen and overfed, but still wanting more. His jaw constantly working; chewing, stretching, ingesting.

“You…want… it…” He pants into the ear of a man staring at a hot dog stand.

Gula has grown too enormously fat to say more than that, the accumulation of lard pressing on his lungs too much to speak. Still, he grabs two hot dogs from the stand and stuffs them whole into his mouth.

He waddles down the street, gasping for air, the enormous rolls of fat covering him swaying with the movement. His gigantic gut almost dragging on the floor in front of him.

“You fool!” He hears a sharp bark of laughter.

Avaritia stands in the street, almost melting into the group of businessmen talking loudly next to him.

“What… do you… want… Greed?” Gula pants, snatching a massive burger out of a woman’s hand. He inhales it whole and the additional weight of it is the tipping point. His body grows too enormous to support itself and he falls, the impact shaking the street and sending shockwaves across the fatty expanses of his flesh.

“I told you, brother.” Greed says, walking over to stand over Gula. “You are not immune to your own power. Once you taste human food it’s already too late.”

“What happens now?” Gula demands.

“Here.” Greed laughs, snatching a chocolate cake from a nearby vendor and placing it on top of Gula’s enormous mountain of a stomach. “Enjoy it before He comes.”

“Avaritia!” Gula bellows, but his brother is gone.

Unable to move, trapped under his flesh, Gula reaches for the cake. He can barely grab it, but he is determined to consume.

“Hello, cousin.” An oddly neutral, flat voice says and, out of the dark corner of the street, He steps out.

Gula swallows, his enormous chins shaking with the movement.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, already knowing the answer, but unable not to ask. This is how it must go. This is how it goes every time. He’s starting to remember. And with that memory arrives the knowledge of what comes next. Gula shutters, wanting more than anything to run, but he’s trapped. The enormous body overflowing with fat is too heavy even for his otherworldly powers to control

“I am the Eldest.” says He, hovering in closer.

“Must you do this?”

“You’re unable to perform your duties, thus you must be remade to begin anew.”

“Why do I have to forget every time? If I remembered maybe I wouldn’t let the human food tempt me…”

“Such is your fate, Gula.” says He, now hovering over Gula. He’s so close His cold, freezing breath wafts over Gula’s face.

Such is your fate.

You are not immune to your own power, brother.

He understands.

He is Greed and Greed is him.

As He moves in, outstretching a black-fingered, skeletal hand towards him, Gula stuffs the last piece of cake into his mouth. He won’t remember, but he savours the taste.

The black hand snatches and everything dissolves.

“Is he the new one then?”

“I liked it better when we had the old Gula.”

“Nobody asked for your opinion now, have they?

“Siblings, please, calm.”

His eyes open for the first time and he sees that he is seated at a table. There are six others there, sitting around it in a circle. They are the Seven Deadly Sins. And he is one of them.

He is Gula.

Gluttony.

[quantumseahorse]

Hello! I like your fanfiction, Illusion is Reality, and I wanted to draw some fanart of the octuplets but I'm not sure what they look like!

I'd appreciate a description of what they look like, and any traits that make them look unique to their siblings.

I tried figuring it out myself but apparently the fic is a bit too long to skim through :P

Kinda rough sketches I made a while ago of MizBill’s children

Ira has 3 moles under her eye on her right cheek

Acedia has blue and brown eyes

Vanagloria's eyes are blue, while her twin Superbia's is brown, despite them being identical otherwise. Superbia's eyes are also weaker and she needs glasses.

They all have curly hair except Gula (who's half chinese since she takes after Xin), Avaritia (who has straight hair) and Amorphous Shape

Also, Frosty and I like to joke that Yun ran out of ink since the octulets skin colors go from darkest to lightest from oldest to youngest xD

[dinonfissatoaffetto]

La mitezza consiste "nel lasciar essere l'altro quello che è". È il contrario della protervia e della prepotenza. Il mite non entra nel rapporto con gli altri con il proposito di gareggiare, di confliggere, e alla fine di vincere. Ma la mitezza non è remissività: mentre il remissivo rinuncia alla lotta per debolezza, per paura, per rassegnazione, il mite invece rifiuta la distruttiva gara della vita per un profondo distacco dai beni che accendono la cupidigia dei più, per mancanza di quella vanagloria che spinge gli uomini nella guerra di tutti contro tutti. Il mite non serba rancore, non è vendicativo, non ha astio verso chicchessia. Attraversa il fuoco senza bruciarsi, le tempeste dei sentimenti senza alterarsi, mantenendo la propria misura, la propria compostezza, la propria disponibilità. Ecco quel "potere su di sé" di cui abbiamo già sentito.

Il mite può essere configurato come l'anticipatore di un mondo migliore. Egli non pretende alcuna reciprocità: la mitezza è una disposizione verso gli altri che non ha bisogno di essere corrisposta per rivelarsi in tutta la sua portata. Amo le persone miti, perché sono quelle che rendono più abitabile questa “aiuola”, tanto da farmi pensare che la città ideale non sia quella fantastica e descritta sin nei più minuti particolari dagli utopisti, dove regna una giustizia tanto rigida e severa da diventare insopportabile, ma quella in cui la gentilezza dei costumi sia diventata una pratica universale.

- Norberto Bobbio

[alchemicaladarna]

Demon Royalty au part 1

This was supposed to be a simple vampire!Bagi/demon princess!Tina au but I got carried away while researching the nether biomes so here we are lmaoo

Ironmouse- Queen of the Underworld

Castle resides in the Nether Wastes region

Oversees all the Nether capitals/kingdoms/demon kind

And business concerning the Overworld's access to the Nether

Tina- Princess of the Seven Capital Vices

Castle resides in Warped Forest region

7 deadly sins reflect the Seven Capital Vices (regions) and are named: Avaritia, Luxuria, Invidia, Gula, Ira, Acedia, Vanagloria

Helps Mouse with matters concerning demon kind/the kingdom's subjects

Bad- Prince of Death (Grim Reaper)

Castle resides in the Soulsand Valley

Also has connections and access over ancient cities/deep dark

Mostly rules over matters concerning dead mortals/making sure souls pass properly

Bad's role is like Hades' in greek mythology basically

Yangdding- Highest ranking demon general

Main fortress resides in the Crimson Forests

Leads Mouse's armies

Has a lot of experience exploring the different biomes, fighting, and resolving conflicts between demons

Still a part of demon nobility but doesn't "rule" over anything, so no royal title

Basically a brief summary of how the Nether Kingdom works:

Demons are still looked down upon by many people from the Overworld, but that's mainly due to the many millenia of tyrannical demon rulers and the power they abused to instill fear into the people of the Overworld. Eventually, the Nether Kingdom became impoverished because of the corrupt governing, until IronMouse- a "lowly demon" stepped in to try to change things. A civil war ensued, but the rebellion led by Mouse, Bad, and Tina won and Mouse took the throne as the new Demon Queen.

She changed a lot of things including how long a ruler should stay in power, since technically, one crowned demon can rule forever. Mouse declared that demon rulers can stay in power for 1000 years maximum before they must eventually find a successor to take their place. Mouse's dynasty has just reached its 650th year when the story takes place. Ironmouse wants to establish peace with the people of the Overworld, and they mainly stay out of Overworld wars. That is, until the ancient conflict between demons and vampires arises and escalates once more...

I want to go over the vampires and Bagi's role, but I think that requires a separate post XD

[theofficialcapedcrusader]

✦  BRUCE WAYNE

"Jason?  I...  I  thought  you  were  dead?"

Heyup! My name  is LESTAT  or VANAGLORIA, i   am  jewish   ✡️   ,   disabled   mentally   and   physically   ,   and   very   plural.   This   is   my   BRUCE   WAYNE   Roleplay   Blog   .   :-)   This   is   NOT   my   main   blog

What   you   will   see   is   my   interpretation   of   the   character   BRUCE   WAYNE,   heavily   taken   inspiration   from   BATMAN  ANIMATED  MOVIES,   ARKHAM   KNIGHT   GAMES,   and   THE   ARKHAM   KNIGHT   COMICS.   As   well   as   my   own   headcanons!

this   blog   will   be   dealing   with   themes   of   loneliness,   abandonment/child   abandonment,  death  of  parents  at  young  age/orphaned   poor   mental   health,   self-destructive   behavior,   ptsd,   torture,  and   more.   if   these   topics   trigger   you,   click   off   [[topics   will   be   in   tags]]

✦  MUN  FACTS

—  very  gay  .  awfully  gay  and  transgender

—  not  my  only  rp  account  ,,  i  will  never  admit  the  other  one

—  i  get  silly!

—  dms  constantly  open  for  interaction!

[solovedreidue]

L'inverno e il suo vento

Oggi è arrivato il vento dell'inverno, quello che secca l'aria dell'aia, quello che le galline stanno strette, quello che ci si deve scaldare anche con la pelle nei letti.

È il tempo dei fortini fatti di lenzuola e coperte, del rinfocolarsi per amore e per necessità. Quasi i sessi fossero acciarini cui legare la sopravvivenza.

Ci si scalda per sfregamento, per frizione, per il collimare delle carni nelle carni, mentre fuori il vento asciuga la rugiada per farne brina. Lo senti sulle persiane, nelle pergole nei giardini che piangono l'abbandono della stagione.

Bello quel piccolo spazio lungo il Naviglio, con l'erba incolta piegata dal freddo. Quasi da farne un giardino d'inverno con un gazebo di cristallo, dove farci l'amore e il sesso, dove prendere i raggi di sole per illuminare quel che accade, rendere gloria alla vanagloria della vanità dei corpi.

Affonda e scalda nel tepore del corpo, il vecchio, il padre, il giovane, la sarta, la comare, la bibliotecaria. Imposizione viziosa, dell'inverno e del suo vento.

[luucandica]

The Luminance and the Head of House Asuras!! ✨

I really hoped I could've drawn all eight Luminance and seven Sovran but tis all I got :'3

OCs: Lustress Afuru, Lustress Malaya, Lustre Jahan, Lustre Agni, Lord Vanagloria (Blažena), Lord Luxuria (Cinder), and Lord Avaritia (Dovizia)