#bloodlustiing

[townofcadence]

Artair has the knife, but his grip is precarious. He almost drops it, when Ares's claws find his heart. He's dizzy with pain and bubbles froth from his mouth. The hand instead drops to rest on Ares's back, the angle steep enough that it hardly does more than poke a pinprick in the fabric at the shoulder.

There is no breath to catch. There is nothing but the way his body tugs. A heart is no fruit, no grape on a vine. It is a powerful muscle, locked into a chest by tissue and bone and muscle and even the anchoring of blood vessels, arteries and veins that carry blood in their thickened walls to resist the forceful pounds of a heartbeat that will push it to the lungs, back, and then out to the rest of the body. It is like a system of roots, and the heart is the base of the tree.

Ares is strong though. His claws dig into meat and pull and yank, and he can feel every vein and artery jerk through him, like they may well threaten to leave too. He feels Ares use his claws like scalpels when the heart won't budge, clearly trying to take it whole. Gold runs out his mouth, out his eyes and it wavers his vision further, though it is nothing compared to the mess he is above the water, where it paints the ground in buckets and viscera and opalized ribs branded with eyes. His dying sounds are bubbles as his nerves light like the sun to a point he can't even fathom where he is or what's happening. He's cold. It hurts. It hurts and his chest is so silent.

He doesn't remember there is a knife in his hand, as bubbles still spill to leave him. Without lungs he will die. Without his heart he will die. This limbo with neither is agonizing and endless. He's hollow. Cold. Burning. It's seeping into him, running over his skin like a chilling frost of numb that bites.

He has a knife. There is a knife in his hand. He is holding it. Ares is there. Ares is watching.

Fire burns in him at the thought, keeping the cold at bay. Ares is right there. Ares is right there and he's fucking----- doing this. He's fucking killing him, he can see the molten gold of his own heart and the pink of Ares's tongue before it dips in gold. He can see the way his own blood smears on his cheek faintly through the rippling water. The ripples fade with no air to disturb them. Ares is still distorted by water as it fills his own mouth and windpipe and where his lungs should have been. Some finds his stomach and it is so cold. Ares is speaking but he can't understand. He is looking at the knife. The knife. The knife in his hand.

It twitches. He feels his cold fingers twitch. His vision is off, his head is wrong. He focuses on that fire still in his chest, staring at Ares. He's not dead yet. Dying but still here. He's so fucking tired of being the victim. Desperate, out of control, like a cornered animal that just ends up on a leash.

He can't kill Ares. He's done that and it didn't work. Ares is still here. But he knows what he values.

Artair drags that hand just a little further, just below the base of Ares's scalp. He can't reach all of it, but he gathers what he can like he is trying to pull Ares back. He pulls it taut. And then, he lets the blade find the furthest edge of that curtain of hair, and pulls like a ripcord through the tensed strands. They part easily to such a sharp blade, and he watches with that last bit of strength ebbing as that curtain falls, and the sky is lit by stars.

His hand falls into the mud and his eyes drift up towards them, away from Ares. To a better last sight. And with his eyes on the silvery reflection as it passes through water and shines on his face, Artair goes limp in the river.

It is the final struggle for now, and Ares revels in how deliciously gory it's turning out to be. Of course, it isn't the first time he's taken Artair's heart from his chest and certainly won't be the last, but it still hasn't lost its charm yet. There are as many ways to reach the heart as your imagination can conjure after all, and Ares has nothing but time on his hands.

That and copious amounts of blood, of course.

He doesn't bother trying to stop it when Artair grabs for his knife. What could he even do, stab him again? His outfit is already ruined-- he might as well! And oh it would be so fun watching him struggle even more. Struggle to stay alive so he can get a few more scratches in.

He leans in just a bit closer as his fingers finally find the rabbiting muscle in Artair's chest. "Oh mon cher... do I really make your heart pound that hard?" He teases, rending the heart from its bloody confines. He makes certain that the other can see as he runs his tongue along its still quivering length, dripping blood and viscera. "Go ahead, pet, if you're going to try stabbing me in the back. It's only a matter of time now until you die-- do you think you even have the strength for it anymore?"

[splinter-sister]

@bloodlustiing @townofcadence

[lionheartair]

@ssnowbunnii/@bloodlustiing // Self Indulgent Meme

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back (from guest muse: 80s au Ares!) Ares' hand finds the small of Artair's back, planting itself there lightly as he comes around his side. "You look so familiar... have we met before?"

Artair feels the hand on his back, and he tenses up under that gentle touch. He knows it's probably one of the producers currently mingling at one of the tables nearby; while it's rare, if they were drinking and needed something, he's come to accept they might get a little touchy. Sometimes it was just to get his attention, sometimes it was flirtatious, sometimes it was a business proposition. Any which way, he pauses just long enough to ready his politest no or 'yes sir' depending, and wills away the disgust to do something fire-able. He doesn't particularly like most of them, especially the ones that feel because he serves them he's free to touch, or snap their fingers at.

He's ready for his usual response, at least, until instead of having a moment to compose himself and turn, the curl around him instead with that hand still against his back. he sees glasses with red lenses, sunglasses that are large and round but don't hide scarlet eyes. He sees that dark spill of hair as well, slicked back with a dark red that stands out amongst black strands.

Artair freezes entirely as he makes direct eye contact for a fleeting beat; he twists on his heel to turn further away, to the side Ares is not enclosing. A few steps towards a table take him further away from that touch, and he feigns wiping it down with the fabric he'd been carrying, draped on his arm. His heartbeat is thundering, and nausea coils in his gut like a hammer strike. His skin crawls where that touch had lingered, like that black glove he knew divided them was coated in something corrosive. He keeps it from his face, all of it, but his hands shake until they plant to the table with a harsh landing, and his stare sinks into its very atoms.

"No--- don't think we do." He purposefully drops his voice to a lower octave and does his best at an American accent. It's not great, but it's not his voice, at least.

[eriksolacesmonsterlab]

He nods. Ares is right. He cannot believe this shit.

[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?

[townofcadence]

"..........."

[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?

[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."

[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

[gothamite-rambler]

Odysseus: ALL OF YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!

Ares (eating popcorn): Tell 'em great nephew! Let those dogs know!

Aphrodite (fanning herself): I'm not in love with the violence, but he is back with his family. So sweet.

Artemis (blushing): Yeah and his bloodlustis making me... feel things. Apollo, you never told me about this guy.

Apollo: Sis, turn off your thirst. You're a maiden.

Posideon: Why did you bring the projector in my room for this?!

Hermes: To rub salt in the puncture wounds.

Ares: We should let him be a God when he dies. Him and his family earned it.

Posideon: Get out of my room!

[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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