#decorative urns for ashes

[urnsforashes]

A cremation urn is a container designed to hold the ashes of a deceased person after they have been cremated. The world globe design is a unique and artistic choice for an urn, and a hand-painted version would add a personal touch to the memorial item. It is important to choose an urn that is both aesthetically pleasing and appropriate in size for the amount of ashes it will hold.

It is also important to consider the personal preferences of the deceased and their loved ones when selecting an urn. It is common for people to choose an urn that reflects the individual's interests, personality, or profession. A hand-painted world globe urn could be a meaningful choice for someone who had a love of travel, geography, or international culture.

[layered-love420]

[federalmemorial]

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Light purple Urn Extra Large with silver butterflies.  Dimensions: 12.3 x 7.5 x 7.5 Inches. (Capacity: 320 Cubic Inches) Crafted of brass; threaded lid for secure closure.

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[son-of-rap-bear-art]

So, do y'all remember the Adventure Time Mash-Up Pack for Minecraft back in like, 2017? Me and some friends have been messing around with that map lately and revamping some of the areas we consider a bit lacking with creative mode, and for me that was the Treehouse! I got ~100 reference pics from various episodes and tried to put it all together into the most autistically accurate Treehouse I could, and I wanna share it here cause I'm really proud of it!

Feel free to skip the text and just look at the pretty pictures. Cause when I say "autistically accurate" I MEAN IT. It's MY blog and I get to choose the special interest. :p

The exterior is mostly unchanged from the official map, but I added the orange tree from My Two Favorite People, and the pond. Also the log where Finn sits and thinks in Gotcha!

Yes, I will be mentioning specific episodes like this often.

I didn't make the Grotto, because I'm not THAT crazy, but I did make the pond really deep and filled it with the sort of things you see when Finn swims down there in Beyond the Grotto.

The first thing you see when you actually go inside is the treasure room, of course! The official map's treasure room is so small and sad, but I made it more accurate to how it looks in the show, with a ton of ladders and platforms going upwards until you get to the kitchen.

Speaking of, at this point I should show the layout I based the rooms' positions on...

I put this together myself and I THINK it's the most consistently accurate layout... of course, it's a cartoon, sometimes you'll get stuff like the bathroom in the left branch for the sake of a gag in Dentist, and characters will frequently run offscreen and then teleport to another room, BUT this is what I observed to be the most common layout seen when the camera will actually follow the characters through doors and ladders and etc.

Interestingly, the ladder in the trunk actually seems to connect to the kitchen, which is HIGHER than the living room, and then you have to go down a separate ladder to get to the living room. Confusing! But it checks out.

So yeah, climbing up past the treasure room takes you right to the kitchen! Some specific details to call out here are: - The picture of PB with the two spatulas is from Abstract, and I painted it myself in-game via a mod! Unfortunately I didn't get around to other paintings yet, they're a bit annoying to make. - The urn supposedly containing Margaret's ashes, from Conquest of Cuteness, is on one of the shelves. - There isn't a single torch in this whole build! It's carefully lit up with candles, just like the Treehouse should be! - There's actually this easily missable tiny room connected to the kitchen, seen in the last pic, that has another trapdoor and also the door to the bathroom. I believe that first shows up in Incendium and then stays around forever. - The cooler is entirely full of eggs, like how Finn exclusively buys pre-boiled eggs when grocery shopping without Jake, in Temple of Mars.

The bathroom! Funnily enough, the bathroom might be the least consistent room in the whole Treehouse. It's just made up of a toilet, bathtub, and sink, but these three things shuffle around the room entirely at random from episode to episode. In this sort of situation, I consider the most accurate way to handle it to be the same as the show: just put them wherever! So I did that.

That door in the kitchen leads to this room, connected by a bridge. I just called it the "bucket room" because it has a bucket that Finn and Jake ride in in Rainy Day Daydream, although that episode has a pretty wacky Treehouse in general.

I hooked up a hand crank with the Create mod, so you can use it like an elevator kinda.

Down the other ladder in the kitchen gets you to, the living room! This room's just a small round circle in some episodes, but others have it a bit bigger.

That bookshelf is there in Jake Suit, and has Dream Journal of a Boring Man, Vol 12 on it. Since one of the decor mods I'm using lets me place down books, I copied the 3 excerpts we get to see from it down into a written book, so it's even actually there!

A really inconsistent aspect of the living room is this weird platform with a door. I can only remember it appearing in In Your Footsteps and Three Buckets, but maybe I've just always missed it? I made it lead back into the trunk, so you can use it as a shortcut up to the kitchen.

Also over here is this workbench, which to my knowledge suddenly shows up in season 8 and becomes a REALLY REALLY consistent part of the living room?? Seriously, it's in Two Swords, Horse and Ball, Abstract... It's suddenly all over the place!! But I genuinely can't recall it existing before that. Am I crazy or is this an actual thing?

Anyway, connected by bridge to the living room is the den! Surprisingly, even though it barely even shows up in any episodes, the den is SUPER messy and lived in. I tried to reflect this by jamming as many decorative blocks as I could in there.

Also for some reason this fireplace doubles as a pizza oven in Abstract? Yeah, Abstract's got a really silly Treehouse. But it was easy enough to slot in there, so I did!

Way back to the kitchen and upwards: the bedroom! I always thought the bedroom was so tiny and cramped, but a good few episodes actually show it as pretty spacious! I tried to hit a good balance.

The pictures hung up around Finn's bed are a blurry, badly taken picture of Huntress Wizard, and a clearly old picture of Flame Princess. They're both cute choices for Finn's future, and are my girlfriends' respective favorite characters, so I included both :D

I also included the attic, which as far I know ONLY appears in Dad's Dungeon. I think it's neat, though, so I put it here. It'll be nice for survival mode storage.

If you exit through the attic, you can get to the cloud that Finn and Jake have tied down for its rainwater. The dripstone on the underside looks a bit ugly, but it makes it functional! If you scoop water out of any of the cauldrons with a bucket, it'll slowly refill with water from the cloud!

We're nearing the end! Here's a back shot of things. I added the power lines, Neptr's cave, and the farm. For some reason, Holly Jolly Secrets has a second, distinct set of powerlines, but those would be ugly so I didn't include them.

Lastly, the chicken coop, as seen in BMO Noire and mentioned in Three Buckets, featuring Lorraine. Who looks like Boobafina in this texture pack, which is silly.

I'm... honestly not very satisfied with the coop's placement, as BMO Noire shows it being out on a rarely-seen branch, but this is the best I could do without a major facelift on the tree itself.

So, yeah! That's the image limit. There's a good few extra details scattered around here and there, but I'll leave it at that. I hope this is as fun to read as it was for me to write :D

[directdogman]

вопрос от друга! :

Вот что делают с трупом в Дилтаун?

Например есть чувак, который всю свою жизнь жил в Дилтаун и по каким-то обстоятельством он скончался.. что тогда сделают с его предметом вместо головы?

Google translate's a bit off for this one (I believe it's asking what happens to object heads when the people wearing 'em died?) So I'll answer that:

It's treated on a case-by-case basis. Often enough, parts are removed from the head (mainly optical sensors) and donated to hospitals + manufacturers, though there's some ethical debate over this. In the same way people can sign up to be organ donors, many object headed people give specific legal consent to have parts removed from their heads when they die specifically to avoid the ethical debate over what parts of an object head are fair game to take out.

Beyond that, the family usually gets to decide exactly what to do with the head. If the body is buried, more often than not, the head is kept on the body after autopsy. This allows for families to have open casket funerals + wakes, as seeing the body without your loved one's body without a head is... well, not exactly a happy experience for most people.

In the case of cremations, the head is usually discarded separately. While places will allow the family to keep the head shell (and some even offer to seal the edges and sell the head itself BACK to the family as an urn to keep the ashes in), this practice is very very seldom actually done, as it's a bit like having your loved one's remains served back to you within a mummified, lifeless head. Not super fun or comforting. At best, a pretty drab decoration for the home. The LAST thing you want to see while you're taking a trip to the fridge to eat shredded cheese out of the bag at 3am is the face of a deceased loved one, staring at you in still, cold judgement.

The best comparison I can make to it in our world is how some people get their pets taxidermied. The reasons most people would not wanna do that in reality is why the practice is so rare in-universe, and so, heads get buried with bodies OR discarded on cremation more often than not. (After being picked clean for useful parts, provided the family is okay with it or the person gave legal permission prior to their death.)

Hope this helps!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Some Roman Art Vocabulary

for your next poem/story

Acanthus - a kind of Mediterranean plant with large spreading leaves. It was used as a decorative element on Corinthian capitals and also was a symbol of death.

Amphitheater - an elliptical structure with a central arena for the staging of gladiatorial contests and animal combats.

Apse - a semicircular space within a Roman building. Typically a basilica would have an apse at one end.

Arch - a curved architectural member that spans an opening.

Atrium - the central room of a Roman house. It had a hole in the ceiling and a pool in the center of the floor to catch rainwater.

Aureus - the most valuable Roman coin, made of gold.

Barrel vault - a semicircular ceiling over parallel walls.

Basilica - a building type used for law courts and conducting business, which usually stood in the town forum. It consisted of a long rectangular hall with an apse at one end and three aisles separated by columns. The central aisle had a raised ceiling and clerestory windows. Often the exterior of the building was colonnaded.

Cameo - a relief carved from a stone that has layers of different colors, such as sardonyx.

Capitolium - the main temple for civic worship in Rome and other cities. It was dedicated to the three chief gods, Jupiter, Juno, and Minerva.

Cardo - the name of the north-south street in a Roman town laid out on the grid system.

Cavea - the rounded space of a theater containing seats for the spectators.

Colonnade - a row of columns.

Columbarium - a type of communal building to hold ash urns of the cremated. The name comes from the structure’s resemblance to a dovecote, since the urns, as well as portrait busts, were placed in niches in the walls similar to the nesting spaces in such a birdhouse.

Column - a weight-bearing architectural member that has a base, a cylindrical shaft, and a capital (ornamental top).

Concrete - a building material made of small stones or rubble (aggregate), lime mortar, water, and volcanic sand (pozzolana).

Consuls - the two chief magistrates of the Roman state, elected annually.

Cubiculum - the bedroom of a Roman house.

Damnatio memoriae - a decree by the senate that condemned an emperor and ordered that all images of him and references to him be obliterated.

Decumanus - the principal east-west street of a Roman town laid out on the grid system.

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[jackie-alligator]

A Red River Suid family. They are wearing very simple clothing here because I wanted to focus on their anatomy and hair differences. It is common practice in Suid culture to use ashes of lost loved ones as body decoration (as well as in medicine and rituals); the jar on the father's hip is an urn full of ash.

[martinkate]

. do you think i fuck around? (laugh) lou ... sees an immunity idol in the plant. the second i see that I go, oh, okay, that thing i noticed on the urn earlier is for sure an idol. on the urn i notice a decoration. the decoration is in the exact style of the game changer set. and if i had to bet dollars to doughnuts, i'd say that's not a coincidence. i rushed backstage to find ash and carly, our wonderful assistants, (sorry guys, excuse me) and i pull this off the urn. this, of course, is an immunity idol. this is not the immunity idol i am going to use tonight. this is the immunity idol i am going to use tonight. (leans forward) you think i don't know my head's on a fuckin' spike the moment i let my guard down? i go full russel hantz. i go full rick devens. (whats up my dude) (lets goo!) (my mans got that loop de loop!) [i don't know what just happened. how did he earn this?] [this is an immunity loop de loop. all votes cast for brennan will not count.] YOU THINK I'M GONNA FUCKING ROLL OVER? YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYES, BEARDSLY, AND SAY, BRENNAN, I THINK ITS YOUR FUCKIN' TIME. IT'LL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL WHEN I GO OUT LIKE A FUCKIN' CHUMP. i'm not a fucking fool, sam.

[sagasimsworld]

More Crusader Kings III decor is here. Now it's urns for ashes.

I tried to make a default tomb urn replacement based on these urns, but this task turned out to be very tricky. So - just decor this time.

List of items:

Western Urn from CK III

Category: Decor, Miscellaneous Decor

Poly count: 2,400

Download: here

Mena Urn from CK III

Category: Decor, Miscellaneous Decor

Poly count: 1,800

Download: here

Mediterranean Urn from CK III

Category: Decor, Miscellaneous Decor

Poly count: 2,300

Download: here

Indian Urn from CK III

Category: Decor, Miscellaneous Decor

Poly count: 2,800

Download: here

✧ T.O.U. ✧

[v1smokewife]

defile me

Sanji brings home an urn which seems to be harmless but ends up being home to a demon called Zoro. Instead of stealing Sanji's soul, Zoro wants something more...permenant from the priest. Inspired by hunnismokah on tumblr as they do amazing priest!sanji artwork on tumblr.

The treasure in which the demon came from had been found by complete accident. In all places, it had been found on a religious pilgrimage. It hadn’t seemed like much which was why most of the people there seemed to ignore the item. It had been a rather small urn. Nothing overly sinister about it. It just looked like an urn that someone would put a loved one’s ashes in. It wasn’t anything overly conspicuous. It seemed small. Meaningless.  

But not to Sanji.  

Sanji had been struggling with his faith recently. Something that priests do sometimes go through. He had decided that a pilgrimage might make him feel more in touch with his inner faith. He went to visit many religious locations of interest. However, the urn at this public statue seemed to be the most inconspicuous thing. He shouldn’t have taken it, but it felt like the urn was talking to him. Beckoning him to pick it up and take it home.  

At first, he didn’t take it home. It was so stupid. It was just an urn. What importance would this urn have to him other than sitting in his home? Besides...it was likely containing someone’s dead relative which would be incredibly weird if he did take it home. It wasn’t very Christain to him. Which was part of the reason why he was here was to re-find his faith so that stopped him from picking it up and taking it back.  

However, the days he stayed after, he thought about that urn. A voice in his head telling him to go back for it. Beckoning, begging him on the ground. He heard the voice in his sleep. He didn’t know if this was a spiritual thing. Was this God speaking to him? Did God want him to have this? Maybe his lack of faith was bringing him to take this urn. He went back for it. When no one was around, he went back for the urn and placed it in his bag. He didn’t look at it again until he was back home. When he returned from his pilgrimage, he was back at the church with a newfound determination to spread the love of God.  

Being back in the city felt different. Running away from his family, he had trained much of his adolescence training for this moment right here. Before going on the pilgrimage, Sanji spent his life in church. There were reasons for it. A lot of guilt in his heart. He watched women with lust in his eyes when he was out in public. This had been a concern of his fellow God Brothers before his induction into Priesthood and it didn’t change after he had because he yearned for the company of another woman.  

The church was in the middle of the city and Sanji had to listen to the sounds of people enjoying themselves. Women’s voices infected his brain like a parasite eating its way into his soul. The feeling of sin creeping into his heard was incredibly invasive and perversive.  

Which is hard when you want to show your devotion to God.  

Sanji was often there till close. Sleeping, making sure everything was fine for tomorrow. Since he was new in the town, he didn’t have much of a life in this place. He was in the hall and when he was walking by the alter, he noticed the statue of Christ. He sighed, looking up.  

"I wish you would send me an angel, God" Sanji muttered under his breath while he stood before the statue of Christ.  

Sanji was truly alone. His family were estranged, and he had no friends. All he wanted was a friend. He would often try and kid himself that God was enough, but God wasn’t enough. He wanted a physical person he could hold and love. He wanted a friend. He hoped that God would hear his cries and would send him an Angel to be friends with.  

Instead of God hearing his cry, the urn heard it. The urn had been by the alter. If nothing, it was a decoration. It had no ashes inside, so he didn’t feel as weird about taking it away from the statue. It lay there and he didn’t know what to do with it. He had taken it to religious scholars who had nothing to do with it. Sanji had forgotten about it since it had been a few days since he had been back, and he didn’t know what to do with it. It was placed at the alter as a pretty decoration.  

He was brought out of his thoughts and turned from the statue of Christ when he heard the clatter. The urn had been knocked over and the lid fell off. He stared at it for a moment, waiting for his breath to settle. There wasn’t a draft. Was there a rat scuttering across the floor that he didn’t, see? He didn’t know but he took a step towards the urn only to tick it up. It had no bumps or cracks. The pads of his fingers ran across the indents of the language written on the front that he didn’t even understand.  

The candles suddenly blew out and it caused Sanji to drop the urn all over again. He stood up and rushed to the alter to grab the lighter. He turned a few candles on around the alter to light it up like a holy experience. The statue of Christ lit in the holy light. Sanji looked around but felt his breath began to quicken. The air felt suffocating, and he suddenly felt the need to leave. He walked backwards but before he could turn around, he felt two very strong arms grab him from behind.  

“Wha-”  

“Shush,” The deep tones came as it gripped him harder. Sanji almost seemed paralysed by what was going on that he froze for a moment before he tried to turn around to see what was going on.  

It was a man. However, there was something incredibly wrong with him. He had an awful glow about him. Green hair, black eyes and pointed ears as well as pointed teeth. Teeth that could tear through skin.  

It didn’t take Sanji to understand what this was. Sanji knew exactly what this was.  

A demon.  

But Sanji didn’t even know if he believed in demons. Demons, from his interpretation seemed to be more of a metaphorical thing. However, right standing there was a demon. A musclebound demon was gripping onto him tightly.  

“Wha...what do you want?” Sanji tried to push himself away from this demon. However, he now noticed the sharp nails that started to dig into his skin. A toothy grin as the demon twisted Sanji around so they could look at each other. They got a better look at each other.  

“You woke me from my nap,”  

Sanji seemed to be speechless. Vampires, monsters and aliens never came into the picture, but one was standing right in front of him, “Hm. I’ve barely done anything, and you seem to be scared. Are you really that pathetic?”  

He wanted to defend himself. Push himself away from the demon in question but the demon reached his hand up and grabbed Sanji’s face. Tilting it to one side, and then the other, “What a shame. You’re like a frightened dog. I did want to say thank you for letting me leave. If you hadn’t taken my prison home, I would have stayed sleeping in there,”  

Sanji’s breath hitched.  

It was his fault. A demon was in his home. A demon was grabbing at him. A hand reached up over his chest, grasping his robes.  

“And... you did ask for an angel...didn’t you?” Demons were basically angels? Right. The idea was abhorrent to him.  

“I meant...a friend...someone I can talk to. Not...whatever you are,” He reached up to try and grab the demons hands and push them away from his face but instead, he got pushed more. His back was leaning now against the alter.  

“That’s a shame,” The demon seemed to consider something for a moment. The hand that was on his chin moved down his face onto his neck. His fingers feeling the arteries and veins in his neck. The demon tilted his head as he admired the anatomy of this particular priest. He wasn’t one usually for messing around with religious figures like this. But this one... “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with you yet...”  

He knew one thing. He wanted those robes off.  

“I am Zoro. If you can guess, I lived in the urn,” So the demon had a name; Zoro. Sanji watched as Zoro gripped more at is robes. He felt like he was going to froze up. Surely the demon wasn’t trying to...undress him.  

“Hey!” Sanji started to fuss by moving his body around to get himself free as Zoro rustled with the robes suddenly, “What are you doing?”  

“What does it look like?” Zoro snapped as he pulled at the robes, “I want to taste you, priest,” And that was made even more clear by the fact he licked his lips. Zoro became rather impatient and... annoyed at Sanji who was kicking him and throwing his arms out at him to let go, “It’s either this...or I take your soul and force you to become my minion for centuries...” Although Zoro knew very well that he could let Sanji go...there was nothing stopping him from just leaving right now but...the blonde was pretty, and it would be such a wasted trip.  

“Wait no... stop,” This couldn’t be happening. A demon was wanting to have sex with him. A priest. Sanji raised his arms to stop him and surprisingly, Zoro actually stopped and watched him, “I... I can’t do that... I’m not supposed to... fuck, can’t you bother someone out on the street if you are that horny?”  

“I could...but I see you first,” Zoro replied, shrugging before leaning in and smelling the priests neck. There was that smell of...well, he was quite surprised actually...which made Zoro laugh, “I’ve seen into your heart since I saw you at that statue. You’re kidding yourself if you think this life is for you,” As his mouth moved down, his nails began to tear through the very clothes that Sanji wore. First the robes and then what was underneath, “I see your heart for what it is. You ogle women like a common lecher. You’re nothing but a pathetic pervert dressing as a priest.  

Even though, Sanji knew it in his heart that those words were true. He was not fit for the robes he wore. He was nothing better than the common person who walked outside, drunk and grabbing women like they were treats in a candy shop. He knew he wasn’t any better but still... not this way. But then, something else seemed to stir in him. That very lust he felt when he watched a women on the street came true from his words and he could feel his pants becoming tighter and tighter by the minute.  

Well, shit.  

The demon tore at his clothes until very little was left. It was only then that Zoro noticed that the blonde was finding this just as every bit arousing as he was. In fact, the feeling of his own cock appearing from its sheath was exciting too. However, he could have laughed at the fact that the human was getting excited over his words.  

“Hm. Must be true then. That you are a disgusting pervert hiding behind his religion...”  

Sanji felt his world spinning. Part of him didn't’ want this. He wanted to remain strong to his faith and fight against the feeling for God but the other part of him wanted to give into this demon which...scared him. Was this a test? Was this supposed to be a test of his faith? Whatever it was, it was scaring him.  

“Heh. Your little human cock is adorable....” The demon purred, purposely making sure Sanji could see his own. Sanji’s breath caught in his throat as he saw Zoro’s massive cock. It didn’t like typically human either. Although phallic in nature, it was an odd shape. It had a massive knot on the end of it. Sanji could only watch in absolute horror.  

“Relax...”  

“What the hell do I have to relax over?” Sanji was pissed at the absolute audacity of this demon telling him to relax after discovering that he may or may not have a thing for being humiliated and he really didn’t have time to unpack all of that right here and right now. That made him feel awfully uncomfortable.  

“You’ll enjoy this more if you stop being a little bitch about it,” The demon sniggered. He ran his teeth across Sanji’s jugular. Normally, he would have bitten his throat out and be done with it, but this priest was appetising. He wanted to take him and ruin him before marking him as his own property. Killing Sanji would be an absolute waste of his time.  

But getting the priest naked now. Before Sanji could do anything, the demon grabbed him by his thighs and threw him up onto the table and forced Sanji’s legs apart so before there were any protests.  

Sanji looked up at him with what looks like a look of guilt and resistance. Zoro could feel the resistance and religious guilt radiating off him and to Zoro...it would delicious. Yes, he wanted to make this priest renounce his God and pray to him and him alone. He wanted to become his God and Master. A brand-new religion.  

“You don’t belong here, and you know it,”  

Before Sanji could do anything, Zoro dropped down to his knees. Instinctively, Sanji tried to close his legs as Zoro was looking straight between his legs which was highly embarrassing, especially since he could see how hard he was. He was perhaps harder than he had ever been for any woman in his life. Zoro was forever fascinated by human cocks; they were so small and dainty. Adorable. Simply adorable. Zoro pressed his finger up against Sanji’s cock which at once got a hitched breath from the priest.  

“Are you as innocent as you pretend to be?” Zoro asked, tilting his head which doesn’t get a response at first, “Or....do you act on your urges towards women?”  

“Never...I’ve never...” This was so embarrassing especially since Zoro was staring at him right there. Right between his legs.  

“Good. I want to be the first,”  

And with that, Zoro grabbed his hips and pulled them forward so Zoro got better access to him. His tongue slipped out (which was longer than a human tongue and more serpent like than man as it went against Sanji’s hole.  

Oh, sweet God.  

It felt so weird for Sanji and at first, he hated it. He wanted Zoro to stop as he pressed his hands to his face as he could feel the flush cover his cheeks and then his neck. It wasn’t bad. It was weird but the guilt that washed over his body nearly made him want to cry. Tears were pricking his eyes as Zoro dived in. Everything he worked hard for. His home. His place. His people. He failed them. He failed God because he allowed this to happen to him. It wasn’t bad but the guilt and shame he felt in his body was awful.  

Zoro’s tongue was used to get his hole nice and wet for him. The priest tasted amazing. Virgins always tasted better. They just had a much better taste to them which made it much better. Sanji was perfect to Zoro. He wanted to break him down. Make him get rid of his faith and join him in sin. Zoro genuinely believed he would go mad without being able to taste him again.  

His fascination with human cock didn’t leave as he started to stroke Sanji who bucked his hips likely from the lack of experience. His long serpent tongue slipped inside Sanji’s hole. It was long enough to press against his spot which made the tears start to fall from the blonde’s face as his hips bucked more and more. There it was... that guilt and shame of falling from grace. That was what Zoro wanted. His lips sucked on the rim of Sanji’s hole as the priests' hips were pushing up even more. Needy and wanting him all the same.  

It what felt like it was too early, Sanji came from the pressure against his prostate. The priest was seeing stars as he came hard and very quickly, ropes of cum across his waist as he felt himself being spoilt. He was ruined... damaged.  

And that was when Zoro noticed him crying. Zoro pulled his tongue out, licking his lips only to look and see the blonde’s face was stained with tears from merely being eaten out.  

“There there...” Zoro’s clawed fingers reached up to touch his face as he stood up. His large, knotted cock rubbing against the blonde’s hole as Zoro’s hand was reaching up to stroke the blonde’s face, “Didn’t you enjoy that...?”  

Sanji didn’t say anything at first but eventually after a few minutes, he looked up and watched Zoro.  

“I... I’m ruined now...”  

Zoro merely let out a laugh at that, “And didn’t you enjoy that? I think you did...more than you want to admit...” He stroked his face in an almost loving way, “And I doubt that God would want you now as you were...and what would those in your circle think if they were to see you like this...being defiled in such a way....and on the alter too?” It seemed as if Zoro was trying to rub the salt in...and he was also trying to make a point to Sanji, “So. we might as well continue. What do you have to lose?”  

Sanji looked at Zoro and tried to think about something he could say but honestly what could he say...it wasn’t even as if he could argue. Sanji had already been defiled and he could hardly concentrate with that cock rubbing against his hole. He was absolutely done for as it was... Why should he refuse? Zoro didn’t wait for an answer before he was pushing his cock inside his hole without any warning whatsoever.  

It wasn’t as if his tongue had done anything to measure up to how big and thick, he was. In hindsight, maybe he should have stretched Sanji out before nestling himself inside of him and Sanji was tiny compared to Zoro’s cock. How would Zoro even fit inside of him?  

“Good boy...”  

Sanji’s heart swelled some more as Zoro pushed more of his cock inside of him. Stretching him, filling him. Implanting him with his sin and depravity. He wanted to watch Sanji break and then build him back up into his perfect slave. Oh, he would take care of the priest. He would make sure he wanted for nothing, but he wanted him to bend to every single one of his needs. It was all he wanted. He wanted to break him repeatedly only to keep building him up. It took him a while to get there but he managed to get into Sanji from the hilt. There was a little bump in Sanji’s stomach where the head of his cock was pressing against his stomach and... that was hot.  

“That’s it...you are doing so good for me,” Zoro said, smoothly with his voice only hitching a little due to how tight Sanji was around his cock and he was tight. He watched the blonde intently for his reaction but could only see Sanji’s eyes fill with more tears.  

Something about Zoro calling him a good boy was filling him with so much want and desire. He didn’t know it was possible for him, but he wanted to just give in. Enjoy himself being fucked in front of the alter. Denounce his faith and worship this demon entirely. Become a slave to this demon’s desires.  

“I...”  

Sanji couldn’t get a word out but that was because Zoro pulled himself out only to push himself back in. When he had pulled out, Zoro had missed the feeling of the human wrapped around him. Sanji didn’t realise that this could feel so good. If he was brutally honest, he never thought about anal sex like this; only thought of how nice it would be to feel the warmth of a woman’s walls wrapped around him.  

Well, this was entirely different.  

Sanji let a moan escape his mouth after Zoro had done this a few times. Zoro grinned with a toothy smile. He knew he had the priest right where he wanted him, so he began to set a brutal pace watching the priest arch his back.  

“That’s it...forget your faith...” Zoro reached up and grabbed Sanji by his hair and held him for a while, watching his tear-stained face as he began to fuck him brutally, “Say it...say you denounce God. I’m your God now,”  

“I...I...” Sanji couldn’t speak for being overwhelmed but it was starting to feel like it was all becoming a lot. He couldn’t deny how he felt now. He couldn’t deny it. He had been questioning his faith for a while. He didn’t belong to the robes. He was stained, dirty and rotten now but he was about to be reborn into something much better... something brand new, “....I... I Fuck...I don’t want to belong to God anymore. I want to belong to you,”  

Zoro couldn’t hold back to moan that came out of his mouth at those words. His pace quickened as he began to brutally fuck Sanji on his cock. The head of his cock rapidly outlining in his stomach as he bounced the human roughly and with purpose. To chase his own orgasm and make him belong to him.  

“That’s it...you belong to me now...” He couldn’t believe it. He managed to get this human priest to submit to him. How happy they were going to be together, “You’re going to be my little pet, priest. My fuck toy...my slave... you’re going to want for nothing,” So overwhelmed with wanting and happiness that he managed to get the priest to submit to him, Zoro leaned down and with his teeth bit hard into Sanji’s shoulder. The blood spilled out over Sanji’s collar bone as Sanji grunted and groaned. In fact, the sensation of Zoro biting him caused Sanji to let go of all of his wants entirely and as pleasure spread throughout his body in the most numbing way, Sanji came against their bodies. What Sanji didn't’ know was that Zoro had just claimed him. Now his essence is part of him. Sanji would never be able to go anywhere without Zoro knowing. Not that it would ever happen because Sanji would belong to him body and soul now.  

“Good boy...Fuck...”  

Zoro was close. He kept fucking Sanji hard before he slipped his knot inside Sanji even more. The outline of Zoro’s large cock pressing hard against his stomach and making him feel full. It was then that Zoro came hard, pumping out large volumes of cum inside his stomach. How he wished Sanji had a womb in this moment. How wonderful it would be to pump him full of cum and make him carry his demon seed only to do it all over again when he was done? The thought nearly made Sanji’s mouth water but...perhaps that was something for another day.  

As they were there panting, Zoro slipped his arms around Sanji in a protective embrace. Sanji’s breathing was heavy, but he seemed really out of it which made Zoro feel proud but protective.  

“You’re mine now...”  

Zoro neeeded to take Sanji away so they were somewhere save. With a flick of his wrist, he brought up some sort of portal. He held Sanji in his arms, he seemed to be slipping out of it. Well, he meant what he said. He was taking Sanji back to his world. After all...he was his.  

“I’m going to look after you now...”  

[dragon-communion]

Further notes: spirit summoning

Spirit summoning: The UI symbol for the ability to summon spirits in an area is some form of arch or gateway with lines of unintelligible script inside. While this is usually indicative of the presence of a rebirth monument, not every area this appears in seems to have a rebirth monument (ex: boss rooms). This may imply the physical presence of a rebirth monument does in fact have a meaning beyond facilitating gameplay, and can be treated like any other visual storytelling element. Spirit summoning involves the use of a bell and spirit ashes, both of which must be acquired as items to use. Spirit ashes are in fact a literal item, as seen in the arrangement of Roderika the spirit-tuner's workplace and the rudimentary clay urn we hold up when we summon. While it is unclear where the image is meant to be from (perhaps imprinted on the urns?) the icons for the spirit summons involve a stone bas-relief carving of a gateway, with additional decorative details that may imply something about their origins judging by the difference between puppets and spirits. The gateway is notably the same style as the UI icon, with two columns supporting the arch. Barring the starry blue influence of the Nox, all spirit summoning via this method seems to involve light purple magic.

Rebirth monuments: Small obelisks, six-sided. The two notable carving designs are some sort of diamond shape with two "eyes", and an entwined vine motif that I swear I recognize from some other architectural structure. It has two intricately framed depressions, one on either side, that match the rebirth gate pattern of two columns supporting an unbroken arch. The depression in the lip of the base of the structure makes the whole thing a bit reminiscent of a fountain, but none of them seem particularly involved with water. The diamond motif repeats on two of the three layers of carvings, as well as on every facet of the base. Maybe it's meant to be a kind of infinity symbol? It also looks a bit like a fleur-de-lis.

Spirit calling bell: The lip of the bell is lined with twisting designs very similar to the vines on the rebirth monuments, and covered in text that presumably matches the text of the UI rebirth gates. It also seems to have six distinct "sides", though the stem of it is entirely in the round. After much intense and thankless squinting, I believe the design directly at the "crossguard" of the bell is some kind of knotted bow, with another at the end of the handle directly bordering the "pommel". It is topped by yet another of the diamondlike motifs, and the length of the handle itself might be either carved vines or carved ribbons.

Spirit Ashes: Ashes unreturned to the Erdtree. A very strange description considering the Golden Order seems violently opposed to the concept of cremation, and yet some of their heroes have become ash. Nox Puppets are a distinct starry blue, and the carvings of their gateways involve organic flowing vine shapes and half-sun imagery. Ordinary (and legendary) spirit ashes are framed by more blocky geometric designs akin to Celtic knots. Framing aside, the gateways and their text remain identical. Considering the physicality of the image, I'm inclined to think these carvings come from the sides of their urns. The rudimentary quality of the urns as items in-game, and the utter lack of lids, mystifies me.

Additional thoughts:

Why on earth do all of the stationary phantoms around the Lands Between have ghost mushrooms growing around them?

What's the difference between the white spirits we summon, the blue puppets, and the teal particle effects of the Ancestral Worshippers and their related spirits? Torrent seems more comparable to something like the Regal Ancestral Spirit than any other entity. I need to look more closely at his particle effect.

Despite all those colors to choose from, the Spirit Calling Bell and the UI rebirth gateway are distinctly purple.

The magic of the Wraith Calling Bell is black-and-gold, which I'm not even going to begin speculating on here.

[writingrosesonneptune]

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This tag was some time ago, but here's something from Han's introductory chapter in Pelican Queen!

Small content warning for a brief reference to death.

Han let his gaze wander all around the somber halls of Dol's castle. He had worked in the barley field for months, but no one had summoned him inside until today.

The great hall was narrower than he expected. He took in every sharp, unfriendly stone and the patchy spiderwebs overlooked by housekeeping. Long wooden tables lined the cramped walkway, decorated by a crowd of urns. Han's imagination filled them with the ashes of Dol's family.

The distinct sound of a bird flapping its wings echoed overhead. Han stepped under the thorny arm of a potted vine to avoid the bird as it passed, moving carefully away from the thorns as soon as the coast was clear. Standing so close to them made him uneasy.

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[voxofthevoid]

Time Travel Fuck-It Wednesday #5. This thing is now over 43k, and I have half of it left to write. I don't think the word count of the second half will be as high as the first half, assuming the plot doesn't mutate on me again.

It better not mutate on me again.

CWs: References to Getou's death, human remains, murderous thoughts between lovers, Gojou being a bit of a clown, and implied suicidal ideation on Yuuji's end

The rest of December isn’t so pleasant.

As Christmas Eve creeps closer, the household becomes more and more tense. Yuuji spends most of his time with his grandfather, alone now that Kenjaku’s finally gone. Satoru stops taking him out on missions, starts filling up his own days with them.

But he finds he can’t stay away for long, and the boy who comes home to him night after night looks at him with tired, unwavering eyes that say he can’t either.

There’s a finger stashed in the innards of this house, its miasmic aura smothered by three layers of seals.

Satoru’s not waiting for anything anymore, but he’s still waiting. Yuuji simply thinks they haven’t found the final finger, and they don’t really talk about it, but these days, there’s an air of desperation in the way he touches Satoru, pressing bruises into his flesh when they fuck and skimming delicate fingers along his skin in the aftermath, that’s more telling than any kind of fear. It’s no kinder, how he sometimes looks at Satoru with a wide, unblinking stare, like he’s drinking him in by the eyeful.

Satoru tries not to return that desperation in kind, but whenever he reaches for Yuuji, he finds himself gripping too hard and pulling too fast, and after he limits the touches and even the time spent in this house, there are the nights. It’s not just the sex, which is wild and violent but devastating in all the wrong ways. It’s also the way Yuuji stares at him till he falls asleep, a palm splayed on Satoru’s chest or throat. It’s the way he writhes closer and closer in his sleep, body slotting against Satoru’s like it was born to and trembling gently as Yuuji sleeps through dreams that slick his skin and quiver in his throat. It’s the quiet mornings, the silence too heavy for even the wet sounds of their bodies to penetrate.

He can’t fuck Yuuji happy, Satoru knows. But there’s a hunger in his flesh that’s mirrored in Yuuji’s, and no amount of touch will sate it, not with the inevitable hanging over their heads, but they try and try and try, and when daylight comes, they both run away.

It won’t last. It can’t.

Satoru tries not to think of the finger, of what he’s waiting for.

And then it’s the twenty-fourth of December, and they’re both home somehow, but Yuuji’s been holed up in his room—rarely used, more guest room than Yuuji’s ever since he started sleeping with Satoru—since morning, and Satoru’s been alternating between haunting the backyard and stalking around the living room.

He always comes to a stop in front of the shelf, its only significant occupant a small, sparsely decorated urn.

There’s not much in there. It took Satoru a long time to realize that he’d even grabbed a fistful of Suguru’s ashes. When he opened his palm, they were strangely wet. Half, he gave to Shouko. He meant to spread the other half in some river, wash his hands clean in the most literal sense, but he kept putting it off for so long that he had to stop fooling himself and just accept he was keeping this for good—a little part of a piece of his heart, suitably charred and marred.

“Happy anniversary,” Satoru murmurs—to Suguru, to himself, to another version of the boy now avoiding him, to a whole host of ghosts. “I'll keep you waiting a while longer this time. Not that you’d mind. You’re in no hurry to see me, are you?”

The urn, as always, offers no answers.

Satoru stays there anyway, eyes growing unfocused the longer he stares. The elegant patterns on the ceramic fade out of view, replaced by flesh both whole and torn. Satoru’s body doesn’t cling to sense memories as faithfully as his mind stores everything he’s ever gazed at, but just this once, the sticky hot sensation of blood slicking his hands is as vivid, as real, as the images running through his head.

And then they’re gone, the present reasserting itself with a vengeance.

“Good evening, Yuuji,” Satoru greets without turning around. “I was starting to think I wouldn’t see you at all today. What’s the matter—got hungry?”

There are a few seconds of silence, pregnant with a thousand unsaid things.

“Not really,” Yuuji says eventually. Another moment and then— “I was right here.”

“Oh?”

“If you wanted to see me, I was right here.”

“Ah, but I didn’t say I wanted to see you.”

Yuuji says nothing.

Satoru cheats a little, turning the Six Eyes to the view behind himself. Yuuji’s standing at the foot of the stairs, both arms crossed across his chest in a gesture that’s more pitiful than defensive. He looks tired.

The clothes hanging loosely on his body are Satoru’s.

There’s a pang at that, shuddering to death within the insides of his ribs.

Yuuji’s expression doesn’t give much away. His eyes are still and intent, watching Satoru the way he’s taken to recently.

What do you see? Satoru wonders.

Nothing less than what he is, he’s sure. Nothing grander either. But also not all of him. Satoru’s never had that. There was Suguru and Sukuna, but he was only a boy with one and a fool with the other. There’s more than one reason death didn’t bring him peace.

Still, Yuuji’s seen enough that he should be running. Aimless, pointless, but fear and self-preservation are powerful masters.

Yet, here he is—watching Satoru, seeing Satoru.

Wanting Satoru, so badly that it streams out of his pores even now—a pulsing ache that sinks into Satoru’s own skin, burrowing into his bones.

He turns around. Yuuji doesn’t flinch.

Satoru crosses the distance between them, slow enough that Yuuji has plenty of time to retreat. He doesn’t, of course. He doesn’t move at all, not even when Satoru comes to a stop within breathing distance of him. He does tilt his head up, meeting Satoru’s eyes through a few inches of heavy air and thick fabric.

Brave, beautiful fool.

Satoru curls a hand around his throat.

Yuuji still doesn’t flinch.

Under Satoru’s palm, there’s a soft, steady pulse. No fear, no arousal. Only a flesh mirror of the dead-eyed serenity on Yuuji’s face. Satoru tightens his grip, and Yuuji’s eyelids flutter slightly. It’s almost beatific.

Satoru considers it.

The finger is there, waiting, and Yuuji is here, also waiting. Maybe Satoru was also waiting—for this day, this date. There’s a seductive appeal to ending this on the twenty-fourth of December, a day that’s already witnessed so many endings and beginnings. It’d be poetic.

Satoru could confine all his grief to one single day.

Fingers brush the inside of his wrist, the touch unspeakably gentle. It grows bolder, firmer, but Yuuji doesn’t pull Satoru’s hand away from his throat. He only holds it, with a care that says he’s afraid Satoru might be the one to break.

He says, “It’s alright, Satoru.”

Satoru lets him go as if burned.

Yuuji’s expression shifts, but Satoru never sees what it settles into, space twisting around him with a hot, howling violence that lands him a few thousand feet high in the air. It’s enough distance for his house to be a dark speck down below, nearly blending into the dark, damp green of the forested mountains.

And he can’t see Yuuji, ensconced in walls and Satoru’s own seals, but he can sense him—the lashing edges of his cursed energy carefully, resolutely softened.

Yuuji’s pulse was calm under Satoru’s palm, but his is racing in his throat, as wild and vicious as the heart lodged in his throat. Satoru presses his hand to the base of his neck, grinding the heel into flesh and bone until his lungs start to burn.

It doesn’t kill the warmth lingering on his palm, pulsing in the shape of Yuuji’s throat.

Sometimes, Satoru thinks he should never have kissed that boy.