#bloodlustiing

[townofcadence]

Tremors pass through Artair as he's forced to meet Ares' gaze. His mouth leaks with blood that drips down his lips, both from the slices to his face and from his earlier incisor clamping down onto his tongue. It streaks down his chin and at the corners of his mouth.

The line of his lips wavers and thins until they're white and bloodless, where they're not stained already. It's all he has that's him right now, really. His eyes can no longer move, he's in fucking agony between his face and legs and just being here at all, and he is still so still. But he doesn't answer when he is asked if he understands. It's the one thing he can do, disobey how he can.

His skin crawls, and nausea crashes against him in waves, as Ares comes closer, lays closer down on him. It's familiar in a way he can't stand. He wants to throw up-- and he does. Bile spills in his mouth he has to swallow. The shaking is unmanageable. "I.... love it. When. You...ghh--- tear me to---to pieces."

The words strangle, fought as each syllable takes shape in his mouth. The smile on Ares' face summons more acid and a dizzy spinning in his head and pain that severs clean through his skull. He's light-headed from the fear, already with a headache where he hit the ground under Ares and---- his body seizes, what pieces of it he has say over, as those nails drag along him beneath his shirt. The pressure and tension that weaves their way through him has him immobile except for the scant breaths, leaving him in stressed and strained gasps. He's sick-- he's going to be sick-- stop touching him--- he can't--- he can't bare this just stop touching him please--. The gentle touch is just a preamble and he knows how horrible it can get. Will become. He's shaking so much he can hardly speak the next command.

"Pl--- ghhhk--- pl-please Ares..... h-----hurt me." He clamps his jaw after what little he says, keeping the words limited to just the bare minimum. He-- doesn't want to say more. Sparks light his gaze. The green eye's sclera is growing dark as the yellow's lights up. His back aches both from the drop and something itching to come out. He cannot move. His teeth bare in a bloodied grimace, as he looks Ares in the eyes because he has no other choice. His fingernails dig into the ground between everything he feels, and the muscles beneath Ares's hand jump as if trying to move away from him.

Ares is harsh and unwavering over him as he awaits his response. He doesn't even respond to Artair's crying, when he would often take the opportunity to torment him about it. And there isn't a single ounce of remorse within him. Not that it was unusual for Ares, but the lack thereof feels far more frightening when the vampire is being so serious.

But then, Artair relinquishes just a bit in the form of opening his eyes. It soothes his rage to some degree, however small, and he takes the opportunity to yank the other's head fast enough that he can't help but to meet his hypnotic gaze. "There. Do not look away from my eyes unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" A small smile returns to him, and even his voice has regained it's silky quality.

His posture relaxes a bit as well, on top of his pet. Ares lays more easily on top of him, in an almost playful manner. "It is a rare treat seeing you cry like this, isn't it? Always trying to be so brave... but I suppose if you weren't at least a little feisty you wouldn't be nearly as fun to break, over and over again..... Say it. Tell me how much you love it when I tear you to pieces." His smile is growing back into a toothy grin once more, one that would be charming in any other situation.

"Beg me to tear you open, right now." He commands in a soft voice, clawed fingers trailing up under the front of Artair's shirt and splaying against the skin of his stomach. "Just like you used to. Please, Ares..."

[eriksolacesmonsterlab]

He is eating popcorn and watching. He is leaned very close to the monitor.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

“When I find out who’s been sayin’ all that nasty stuff, they’re gettin’ a mouth full of pre-chewed dirt with their footprints allll over it!”

[tomb-of-flora]

The game Hades has given me such an affection for Ares. I didn't even know that was possible, since most things just kind of depict him as an asshole bruiser with nothing going on behind the eyes. But I just love the way that Hades depicts him as so obsessed with and appreciative of violence, war, and death. It honestly goes beyond concerning and bloodlustful (I don't think bloodlustful is a word, but it should be) and turns into him just being a huge dork for murder. Like he is just so hyped about his domain and the people who participate in it. He is so eager to grant power and inspire bloodshed, and has an appreciation for people who hone the power he grants and make meaning out of fighting.

And it's also funny because everyone else treats him like he's super weird/not fun to be around, and it certainly is a little off-putting how much he wants Zagreus to stab people, but it just shows nuance that war gods are not often given in my opinion. I think it gives him an interesting flavor and separation from Athena without making him just completely unlikable.

Anyway, all this to say, I like a lot of the gods in Hades. I like how they are as characters, and they also look awesome. But I think about their Ares unprompted because he's the only one I basically *only* like in Hades. (I don't know that he's my favorite, but he is very fun to interact with and is unique to me)

[skrunksthatwunk]

been thinking about baby trans kiryu

[duckapus]

A couple of Annihilation's lines to get an idea of the character (aka these are literally the only two lines I actually managed to come up with for them this entire time):

When they first form: ANNIHILATION_ONLINE!

Something they say during the fight: YOUR_CHILD_SUPPORT_SHALL_BE_PAID_IN_BLOOD!!!

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

tw (fictional) blood and violence mention

"He wanted to kill him, rip out his heart and watch the blood pool out of his lifeless corpse."

Draft 1 Barry, sweetheart, are you ok?

[astaticworld]

really intrigued as to why everyone in the 2021 timeline is starting to freak out again. i think we can assume that they’ve managed to live 25 years outside of the wilderness without much incident… so why now?

[townofcadence]

HELP

[eriksolacesmonsterlab]

Delicate fingers creep onto Erik's shoulders from behind, before smoothing over them in an almost gentle gesture. "Now now, dear Erik. Your possessive nature is warranted... but be sure that it doesn't consume you. Your angel will be yours, but in order to get what you want you cannot allow yourself to become sloppy." His lips quirk into something between a smile and a smirk, as a deep chuckle leaves him.

"You would hate to expose your hand and ruin your otherwise perfect opportunity, after all. You've worked too hard for it to go to waste."

A sigh. "You are right." Hand drags down his face. He glowers at the screen. "But it is hard to wait. I will. But it is tempting." He finds a new pen from a basket of them. Clicks the top in and out. If the shadow or even one of his paramours went too far? He would carve his own name on every bone to assure his angel who owns him. He would leave it on his soul. Brand it there. If he ever leaves he wants him to be changed forever by his love and adoration. He is his Garfield plush.

"I wish I felt his pulse between my fingers," He says, "so that I could squeeze it until it stops. It is so hard to wait. But what is a little longer? When he is alone next..... all the pieces will be in play. You are right. There is no need for foolish ventures too soon. Just.... a little longer. Then he will see who he belongs to."

[hmantegazzi]

With these allies, the US really doesn't need enemies. They are being shown as ridiculously weak and pliable in the hands of a minor country, smaller in population than many cities, and they are squandering their resources and international standing to keep appeasing them, for no good reason.

A smarter empire (and not necessarily a more ethical one, that doesn't exist) would have switched allegiances months ago, ditched Netanyahu and fixed the situation before it goes too big to handle.

[radiaking]

Coop def sees himself as a ‘bad guy’ but he is also well aware he is by far not the worst thing out there

[oblique-lane]

Sniper tf2 mentality

Today I will be talking about Sniper's personality because I often see people portraying him DRASTICALLY different abd I wanted to understand what's going on and why all of the interpretations are correct (in my opinion)

Let's name the most prominent thesises:

Sniper is shy and introverted.

Sniper is unhinged and bloodlusty and is annoyed by people.

Why do i think that these aren't exactly contradictory?

I think at this point it's safe to assume Sniper is autistic (I mean lol this is easier to prove than to disprove). As an autistic person myself, I can see why he could be perceived like that.

Sniper doesn't talk to people and mostly observes them and the situation. Very in tune with his profession. That, however, might be perceived as being shy or very introverted or both. People love talking and expect others to share information, yet Sniper never says half of the things he's thinking about.

But let me tell you, it's NOT because he's shy. If he was shy, it would show in his body language as being stiff and rigid. He's not. His body is pretty relaxed and takes enough space. Still crosses his arms, but in a "don't bother me" way, not a "please don't judge me" way.

He's just disinterested.

I relate to it a lot in real life! People at my job think I'm too shy to talk to them, but no, I just DON'T WANT TO. I'm not scared of any if you, there's just nothing to talk about. I don't know your business, you don't know mine, our interests don't collide. If I talked to you about my interests you wouldn't listen anyway. Small talk? Ew, are y kidding me?

However, I like to listen. I'm an extrovert personally (unexpected huh) so I love being around people, but it doesn't mean I have to takk to them. I'll just sponge the information they are babbling about so I know my community better. When I meet new group of people where everyone knows eachother but me, I'm not going to feel awkward, it's perfectly fine to observe.

Sniper seems to fit into this kind of behaviour too. So he's not shy in a social anxiety sense".

NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT THE BLOODLUST!!

Yeah you all know his in-game voicelines. You feel either horny or assaulted after he rolls these sadistic words on his tongue. Yes I said sadistic, are you gonna argue?

"We professionals don't give speeches we just take a shot" he says in the comics. OH YEAH? IS THAT WHY YOU HAVE THE MOST FUCKING VOICELINES OF ALL OF THEM??

Have you ever noticed how much attention he puts into saying how 'professional' he is? Like, yeah no shit, they all kinda are. But why, unlike other mercs, he insists on calling himself a professional with standards and morals, detached from emotions and feelings, so much???

There's literally no reason to be ashamed of being a killer and to admit that you enjoy killing people, you were hired to Mann Co. for that specifically!!!

My assumption: it's a personal disgust towards himself and his anger issues. I've said it before already and I will again.

His so called 'shadow side' that he suppresses so much. It loves to cause people pain, it loves releasing the inner anger, it is being feral and impulsive in nature. Sniper cannot let himself be like that for whatever reason. He's already built a clear picture of what he is in his head and he doesn't want to destroy that.

The only time he allows himself to be a monster is in the battle because it comes naturally. However, when it's not a situation of adrenaline rush, when people want to talk about his persona face to face, he starts to defend himself and bury his face under the lies he believes in.

And THIS is anxiety. To be scared to be truly perceived. Not like many people tried, but I assume he wouldn't like it.

Bro really thinks he doesn't have feelings lmaoooo imagine being so emotionally immature the only way to process your emotions is to shot a human dead.

So, is Sniper anxious? Yes. Is this social anxiety? No, he's not shy. Is he an unhinged murderer? Yes. Does he identify as one? No. It's really a little bit more complicated than the two thesises from the beginning.

He's a person. Obviously not mentally healthy. High dimensional. Can be potentially broken or healed in terms of a good character study.

I might be very wrong though and most of the assumptions are simply guessing by grasping the patterns, but usually when I analyze someone like thus, it turns out mostly right. But correct me if you feel like it.

[gaecoo]

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[townofcadence]

@bloodlustiing from x

There is a flash of black and red, claws sinking but not puncturing into flesh. His target is yanked away, out of the view of prying eyes and into an alley much more secluded. His prey? A short, round, green flower boy. One that owned a shop in town. A shop that he had been in and out of a few times now.  Once the other is pressed back against the wall, it is less than a moment before his other hand covers the flower boy's mouth, pressing in to make sure no sound escapes. He is close, so very close that they are nearly pressed together, forcing the shorter to look up at him and into his eyes. He has the power of suggestion, and this one seems more than weak willed enough to be able to resist him. “Do not scream, flower boy. You have information I desire and you are going to give it to me. Do you understand? Nod if you do.”

"--!!!!" The sound Saffron almost made caught in his throat as he was yanked away from the sidewalk. He'd been on his way to his shop with a bag of groceries, and all he managed in his complete lack of preparation was an alarmed squeak, one that was abruptly smothered away. His legs stumbled over themselves in a scramble to keep his balance, and he pressed flat to the bricks as he was shoved against the wall and a tangle of hanging ivy by whoever had grabbed him.

Saffron's eyes dart rapidly, between the exit, the man holding his mouth closed, the glint of a gemstone on his cravat, the claws threatening to sink into his skin-- his breath comes and goes in rapid, shallow bursts from his nose. His pulse skyrockets too, and he can feel it pounding in his ears, as the person presses close, eyes aglow in the dim lighting the curtain of their hair provided. The sound he makes when his jaw is man-handled is nothing short of a terrified whimper.

His gaze still flickered around, occasionally catching their own red eyes. "I-I-I---." He started to speak, only to feel those fingers dig just a little harder. He swallowed hard, throat bobbing a few times, before nodding instead.

[eriksolacesmonsterlab]

Ares' smile grows just a touch, as the other so willingly strokes his ego. "Mm, very observant for a human. I can appreciate that. Of course, I am aware of my own beauty, and of the... nearly hypnotic effects it has." He hums, a hand reaching so that his claws can lift and run along a lock of the other's hair. "Are you bewitched then, doctor?" His eyes then find Erik's again.

"You play coy, but you would be a fool if you thought your voyeuristic gaze has gone unnoticed by my senses. I think we both know that you have some information I would be very interested in learning."

"I find myself entranced." Erik says. "Though it is of my own accord. Your eyes will have little effect when I have certain protections in place. But they are beautiful to witness."

A knowing smile. "I suppose we both know more than we admit. I will not deny I know what you are looking for. But I have my own intentions with your pet. And unless you wish to continue as you have been doing with your brief visits... I am not sure how much our goals align. It would be a shame if I lost a precious thing before I even had it for answering a vampire."