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slay00ryu · 22 days ago

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Save The Last Dance For Me. - Thernin

Trigger Warnings!!!

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light s/a mention

Ther x Ronin Gluttony Gods

Ronin was back in Angelwood, he returned to the city a little later than he expected. The damned bus really took its time to drive him there. He couldn't get Ther to greet him, if he was earlier they would be next to him now, venting their feelings and cursing the Angels. But now, Ronin can only go to the old high school, mix in with the other students and seek Ther in the crowd. Annoy them, maybe dance with them and make sure that they escape with him, find the courage to seek freedom, to reach out for it. He smiled to himself, that plan he was building in his head was really devilish, he just needed to find the prom queen to make them its main star, after all a play can't start without the lead.

He entered the school gym, it looked almost like a real ballroom, colorful lights everywhere, loud music playing, teenagers trying to hide the alcohol they smuggled in. Ronin didn't fit in with the overly elegant students, he looked like a black sheep and he was proud of it. He wore his devilish aesthetic like a badge of honour. He pushed himself through the crowd, looking for this one person who couldn't leave his mind.

But before he could find them, the lights turned white and focused on the stage, the school's headmaster stood there, a microphone in hand. He looked like he just wanted to have a drink and let this school burn for all he cared about, but he had to play his little role, like everyone in Angelwood did. Like the little fucking puppets they all were.

"Good evening our dear students, it's the moment you've been waiting for! We will announce the prom queen and king."

In response there was a round of applause, names being chanted by the teenagers, the loudest one was "Ethereality", seems like all the assholes had their pick decided already. It wasn't a surprise when Ther's last name was called out. A round of applause and happy chants were heard immediately. After all it was their perfect girl, the perfect saint of all Angelwood. Ronin clapped for them too, although his applause was more mocking, and he knew that they knew it too. After all Ronin was the only person who knew who Ther truly was, even they didn't understand their needs and feelings as well as Beaufort did. They were in denial, living in this false femininity, pretending that the dress they were wearing was actually to their liking. Acting like Craig Doughton was someone they actually loved, like their heart wasn't aching for the comfort Ronin gave them.

But Ronin saw through all of that, he saw how uncomfortable and shaken Ther was when Craig, that motherfucker, leaned in to kiss them. He saw the absolute hate in their eyes when they smiled at the crowd. Oh, how painfully amusing it was. Ronin could play the hero, he could be the big saviour, and then Ther would kill that lovely "boyfriend" of theirs, as the ending act of course.

Ethereality was supposed to die that night, Ther was about to reborn, like a phoenix coming back from the ashes. This idea made his heart burn in passion, his eyes glint in wicked amusement. This night was meant to be beautiful.

Finally Ther got down from the stage, joining the crowd of drunk and high teenagers, the teachers really did a shitty job or they just didn't care. Ronin tried to find them, whispers his sweet corruption-filled words into their ear, kiss them, dance with them before they will share a truly devilish dance amongst the dead, amongst all the sinners who tried to play holy fools.

He saw them, they were looking at him. Ther looked even worse than when they were on the stage. It bothered Ronin, something didn't feel right. And the worst part? He could only stare at them. Look at them as they stared back, the people between them blocking their way.

Music was rumbling in his ears, making him feel like he was about to go deaf. The lights were making Ther's face change colour from red to blue, then to pink and purple. Their eyes looked empty, not even a small light of happiness in them, nothing. The gaze similar to all of these he killed, empty, soulless. Their lower lip trembling, they tried to hide it when they felt Ronin's gaze on their lips. Ther was clutching their hands on their dress, pushing whatever feelings they felt into their strong hold.

It all bothered Ronin, he saw them in terrible times, but nothing compared to this. He couldn't shake off that weird feeling that this was the last time he would ever see them. And it made it all so much worse, he had to reach them, he had to go with plan, he had to...

They were gone. When he reached the spot where they were standing there was nothing, just a prom queen crown laying on the floor like a worthless piece of trash. Which it was, just a piece of cheap metal that Ronin could break by just stepping on it.

He picked it up.

If he was about to find the missing "queen" he could as well crown them himself, as the ruler of filth and chaos, the perfect god to his perfect rot. The idea sent a shiver running down his spine, oh the pleasure it gave him. He just wanted to get Ther out of the misery that was taking over them, make them in the perfect image that they were meant to be, give them the closure they desired. And to make it all come true, Ronin has to find them first.

Looking through the whole school would be a long struggle, they never had a favourite spot inside that place, at least not when he was still in the town. Ronin decided on talking to people, not his favourite activity, but he had no other choice.

"Hey, did you see where Estridge went?"

He chose a small group of girls, they were the ones who talked to Ther ever since they stepped from the stage. They turned to look at him, curiosity mixed in with disgust. All these years and nothing change, they all still looked at him the same way. What a warm welcome, truly.

"You mean Ethereality? No. We don't know where she went."

He nodded, barely stopping himself from glaring at them for that "she". He approached some more people, the answer always the same.

"I didn't see her."

She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She. She.

Why couldn't those blind fucking ignorant fools tell who Ther was? Why were they so amused by making Ther carrying that cross on their back? Oh how much he wanted to get rid of them, break their bones, stone them alive, hang their bodies. Watch the blood and guts spill, forming a beautiful massacre dedicated to Ther, maybe he would even take the sinners' hearts to offer them to his love, as a sign that no one can take this new form from them?

The feeling of uneasiness, of losing control, it was becoming more real, Ronin was being drowned in it. It was freaking him out, he couldn't lose control, he couldn't let whatever was coming to happen. He had to stop it at all coast, even if it means that he will have to kidnap Ther from that fucking town without having their sweet revenge yet. Revenge is a dish best served cold so it could as well wait, now he had a different priority.

"Um, you are looking for Estridge, right?"

A girl much shorter than Ronin asked, he didn't know her, but it didn't matter. She could have answers about Ther whereabouts, and if she'll lie, he knows who to get first.

"Yeah, d'ya knows where i can find them?"

He stopped fucking with the she and her bullshit, he didn't have it in him to remember that he should watch the way he refers to Ther, he couldn't give less of a fuck in that moment anyway.

"I think that she went to the gardens, she sat there a lot.."

Of course. Why didn't he think of that? It was Ther, if they would sit anywhere, it would be the gardens. He gave the girl a quick "thanks" and left the gym. The music getting more muffled with every step he took. The air getting heavier around him, he had a hard time breathing. The image of Ther's empty eyes was filling him with uncertainty. He didn't realise it, but he was running to the gardens. If he was about to see his world crash, he could be there faster.

And it did crash.

There, in the middle of a flower bed, Ther was laying, their arms weakly reaching out to the sky, as if they wanted to touch the moon.

"Ther, fucking hell.."

His voice was pained when he fell to his knees right in front of them, breath heavy, eyes widened.

Ther was slipping away. Dying.

"Ther, do not.. do not fucking close your fucking eyes!"

He shouted in desperation, holding them now, close to his body, his hold was tight, like he was hoping that he can stop this. He was cursing everything he could blame for this. His mind was in chaos, he couldn't even look at them.

"Ro... Ro, I..."

Ther's voice was weaker than ever, their gaze was a little less empty now that they could see Ronin, be with him alone. But it didn't make him feel better, it made him want to tear his heart out of his chest, give it to Ther as a way to keep them alive.

"Ro... the Angels. It was all too much, a-and, and Craig, he..."

Tears fell from their eyes.

Oh. Craig Doughton. Of course it was that fucker's fault. Ronin didn't even need to hear the story. He could already see his disgusting hands roam all over Ther's body, taking her tears as cries of pleasure, after all he only cared about his own satisfaction. And the fact that his "girlfriend" was begging and fighting? That was just a play for him, there was no reason for Ethereality to not enjoy the "fun".

Oh Ronin saw red, he saw his skull open, his body damaged so much that no one will recognise him, he will enjoy his screams and begs, he will avenge Ther, make him feel their pain.

Ther's weakening body was what tore Ronin out of his mind. Right. The person he wants to avenge is dying, taking their lasts breaths in his arms.

"When...when did you-"

He didn't even need to finish, Ther answered him in the middle of his question.

"When you... weren't arriving... I just couldn't take it anymore, not when that... he told me what he wants to do with me."

Their voice broke again, shaking weakly. Ronin felt the anger mix with sorrow. If only he had arrived earlier.

"Ther, I will burn this town, kill every motherfucked who dared to hurt you. Please, don't close your eyes."

He was begging, begging them to stay alive, even if he knew how death works. He wanted them to stay, he needed them. His desperation was so strong, it was overwhelming.

Ther, instead of answering, used all their strength to make Ronin lean forward, so they could share this last kiss together. The kiss felt weak, fleeting. It was Ther's last goodbye, the first and last time they would ever be able to bid Ronin farewell.

"I love you... Ro..."

They are gone.

Dead.

Ronin was holding his dead lovers, despair feeling his mind. He wanted to tear himself apart, join Ther in death. He can't accept it. Of all people, why Ther?

Why Ther? Why his lover? Why before they could be free?

These questions made his blood boil, his mind fill with all the people in the gym.

It was all their fault. Now, they need to pay the price. They all will grovel under his feet, live the same pain that Ther had to suffer through. He will make sure of it, he will watch them rot.

Ronin wiped the one lonely tear from his cheek, swallowing his feelings, letting the sorrow turn into a fuel for his strength. He took one of Ther's bracelets, he needed something to hold on into, to keep as a memorial, as a trace of Ther.

If he had to make Angelwood a forgotten town, then he could as well keep one piece of it all to himself.

#fanfic #angst no comfort #hurtful #ronin beaufort #gluttony gods #Thernin #ther estridge #killer chat

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cakewritez · 1 month ago

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Cries of an Angel.

Reader is mostly reffered to as them, use of she once. Reader is gender fluid, and feels dysphoria. Feminine presenting to male presenting.

I based this off of my own experience, I know it's not the same for everyone, but hopefully someone out there feels the same way I do. <3

TW: GENDER DYSPHORIA, use of disturbing poetry, Ronin being ronin, the same warnings to killer chat apply here as well! HE DOESN'T HATE WOMEN GUYS HE JUST HAS A ROUGH BACKSTORY (without spoiling)

Gluttony Gods (another roserot game) spoilers!!

Ronin had asked you out on a little date, something that wasn't exactly fancy, but the two of you could spend time together and learn something new. That's all you really wanted anyways.

You put on one of your favorite skirts, applying makeup, and finally placing a perfect pretty bow in your hair. You were ready!

<goreboy> : U Ready?

<d4rlinMC> : yeah!

<goreboy> : come Outside

How ominous. But, that was Ronin.

You walked outside, making sure to lock your door, turn off all the lights and make sure all the doors were closed. A little habit that you developed from hanging with serial killers.

Ronin saw you and gave a low whistle. “There's my baby, dressed up like a lil’ fuckin doll.” He wrapped his hands around your waist, pressing kisses on your forehead.

“Ronin, cut it out!!” You giggled as you playfully pushed him away.

“Nah, m’gonna treat my partner the way she deserves.” He gave you another kiss before letting go.

That felt, off. You don't know what it was, maybe you were finally becoming aware of what was before you? A killer, you're dating a serial killer. No. . you love him and he loves you, besides, your way too far gone. It was something else making you uncomfortable.

You brushed it off and went with Ronin to your date.

You were watching Ronin point out the details of how a car runs to you, all the nooks and crannies as well.

You were paying attention, you were sure of it. All of a sudden something felt, off. Your hands ran down your chest a few times, it felt the same? Physically, but mentally it felt flat. Like, you were a guy.

You felt wrong.

Ronin took notice of this after you stopped responding to him, he looked, and scanned for what could be wrong.

You hastily grabbed your bow out of your hair, and desperately tried to wipe the lipstick of your lips, but it was no use.

He looked at your ruined state, your panicking oh so desperate state. He loved it.

But the Devil has its limits. Only you could be ruined by him.

He slid from under the car, and sat on the Dolly. He inched closer to you, hands placed on your face as he leaned in. Almost close enough to pres his lips against yours. However, he had other plans.

“Tell me what troubles you, is it.. that decaying femininity? You feel it dying in you? Rancid, festering girlhood? You feel it? "

His grip stayed tight on your face. His words, like an addictive drug from his lips to yours. He was telling the truth.

You nodded, tears prickling in your eyes. Your mind hazy with the thoughts of your insides not reflecting your outside. You're a guy, a dude,

And yet here you are, dressed in your 'decaying feminity.'

Ronin indulged in your tears, your sorrowful symphonies were a gift to him. A wonderful gift, if only Ther had realized this.

His words spew poison into your system, sickly sweet.

Yeah? That's what it feels like? C’mon baby, I need words.”

You nodded hazily.

“That's it, let me infect you.”

Your lips closed the distance, agreeing to an unspoken deal.

A deal with the devil.

AN: I'M BACK ON THAT KC GRIND BABBEEYYY!! (≡^∇^≡)

#killer chat drabble #killer chat #killer chat x reader #ronin beaufort #ronin x reader

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serial-killers-hope · 2 months ago

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Blink and you’ll miss it.

TW / CW :

- SPOILERS FOR GLUTTONY GODS

- SPOILERS FOR KILLER CHAT ( Ronin’s route )

- Death

- Gore

- Murder ( mentioned )

Stay safe, enjoy.

God’s Requiem.

Eyes strewn from the heavens, now watching the two who bickered to no end.

“Come on Ther, don’t you crave the feeling? Revenge is key after all…” His hands slithered onto their shoulders, his eyes stuck on how their chest rose and fell with every breath lost to time. “You agree with me… don’t you?”

“Ronin…”

Ther sighed quietly, arms crossed against their chest with fiery curls flowing down their back. They glared over at Ronin, blue and piercing. Just the way he liked it.

“C’mon. We can do this… please, one chance. Back to AngelWood. Back to hell. Jus’ you an’ me.”

As much as Ther wanted this, they couldn’t go back. They didn’t want to relive the past as much as Ronin did. But gods did revenge leave such a sweet taste on their tongue.

They turned to look at the man, tall and brooding. Ther swore they could see a tail wag behind him. Pointed and red. It made them cringe a bit at the blood stained crowbar that rested on his hip, hanging loosely from its spot. An odd comfort, sure, but worth the risk.

“… Fine. We’ll go.”

Ronin lit up, pumping his fist into the air with a hiss of yes’s and strewn about ideas cobbled together for some massacre that he swore will get them into hell ( though they knew for a fact they were already doomed to go ). Ther laughed slightly, pushing down the awkwardness into the back of their throat with a heavy aura that radiated discomfort.

Ronin could practically feel it; well, he knew it. He always pushed, never bothered to stop unless it took their own consciousness and morality into question. But he sighed, wrapped his arms around their waist now to pull them into a tight embrace.

Comfort. The one thing Ther needed and got. God… was this hard to endure.

“Let just go. Please.”

Ronin only nodded, opening the car door with a little bow and an eerie grin. His eyes following their every move as they slipped into the passenger seat. It made him giddy almost. Practically bouncing as he walked around and slid into the drivers seat with a smile.

“To AngelWood we go.”

The whir of the cars engine filled the atmosphere with muffled radio static and small pitted patters of rain hitting the windshield with wipers following behind the white noise that Ther once had been comforted by. Though Ronin drove through the forested streets after their little witch-hunt.

“… You okay?”

Ronin’s voice was sympathetic, if only a bit. Obviously holding no malice of course.

“Yeah. Fine.”

Ther’s voice was soft and eloquent as usual, but held a tremor that Ronin dared not comment on.

The air grew silent once more, nothing but static and rain for miles. It was strange how the scent of moist pine and rain with a bit of copper filled the environment. Smooth and cold. Not too cold, just enough to make their bodies stand on edge.

“… How much more longer till…?”

“We’re there?” Ronin looked over to a little clock in the car, shrugging a bit. “An hour or two. Just a bit longer… you can wait a bit more, can’t you?”

“Uh… yes. I think so.”

Ronin sighed, facing the road once more and skidding the car, a running deer crossing the path.

“FUCK!”

He cursed aloud and heard Ther’s screams of warning, the car spinning around and ramming into a tree on the side. The airbags exploding out of their designated spaces and practically breaking all the glass around them. Fortunately, the deer remained unscathed.

Ronin exhaled slightly, huffing as the airbag filled his view.

“Shit… Ther, you okay?”

He pushed the bag down a bit, the thick smell of copper invading his senses. Though Ronin stayed calm, trying not to panic at the moment.

“Ro…”

Their voice was raspy, thick with pain and sadness. One he dreaded for ages.

“Ther…?”

He looked over, eyes widening as he scrambled to remove his seatbelt. Cursing loudly and ignoring the glass that pierced his clothes and skin. Ronin didn’t want this to be true, fuck. If it was, he would forever feel guilty. More than he usually did.

“Stay with me Ther!”

He finally got out, rushing over to the passenger side and gagging at the horror that befell him.

A branch had pierced Ther’s chest, straight through their left lung and stained crimson. The flesh torn apart and dug into the wound. It made him want to pray for once in his miserable life that this was a dream. All he could do was take their hands, pleading for them to stay alive as he tried his best to keep his composure. Tears streaming down his face as he screamed out their name.

“Ther, FUCK! Just stay-“

Ther’s voice fell silent as they shushed him, a small smile on their face as they leaned their head back. Their touch growing limp.

“Thank you Ronin. For indulging me… just this once.”

#killer chat #killerchat #killer chat ronin #killer chat vn #visual novel #one shot #oneshot #gluttony gods #spoilers #cw: gore #cw blood #cw death #cw major character death #angst

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chromashmellow-celestial · 4 months ago

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Astra Constellatio - Paths, Sins and Sodas

Symbols for my OCs which are goddess, representing their domains,and i implemented in my game, and now im obssessed with it! I based the symbols on actual mythological symbols from different cultures

----------------------------------------------------------------------- Ink Celestial - Art , Intelligence and creativity

Selene Celestial - Sleep,Moon and Wisdow

Fraser Quaysine - Strawberry Jam, Music and Aesthetics. ( Based on agriculture gods)

Infiniboolean Gekkohera -based on idle games and is ther goddess of Money,Work and Idling/ Skilling

Silkymoccha Flamewar - Hunt and Dexterity

---------------------------------------------------------------------- Sin Symbols - Sloth / Pride / Wrath

Sin Symbols - Envy / Lust / Greed

Sin Symbols: Gluttony

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sodas:

Cherry / Lemon

Grape / Passion Fruit

#artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #drawing #cute #video games #gamedev #indiedev #indie games #oc #oc art #oc lore #original character #original charater art #oc artwork #icons #icon set #icon #icon design

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rnisa · 2 years ago

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In a hypothetical scenario, the FMAB homunculi (including Father) sit down and watch Death Note. Who enjoys it the most and who dislikes it the most, and why?

I want you to know this ask singlehandedly made my entire year. Congratulations, you've done it, you've asked me something combining both of my biggest interests ♥ I love you, anon! I tried to list them in order of how old they are but I googled it and just went with the first result so the possibilities of this being accurate are none.

The Homunculi and Father watching Death Note

Father

Father is the biggest fucking boomer next to Hoenheim, minus the human interaction, love, and warmth. So think of him as your angry obnoxious neighbor next door. Father refuses to take part in most of humanity's creations - including TV. Envy I think, kissass as he is, would try and get Father to watch it. Father would refuse naturally, but he'd hear his children watching it...and listen in. He'd find himself relating to Kira fairly well, scorning his arrogance (ironically) and his reliance on others (ironically). Overall he'd probably be amused by it and probably get sucked in.

Pride

Pride, like Fart-ther, would also find this human mumbo jumbo beneath him. However, he would definitely "love" it as Selim Bradley. He would honestly just sit down and watch it - anything beats "kids" shows. God, can you imagine Selim having to pretend to like Peppa Pig or something? So nah, if he has to play "human" he'd rather watch something decent and adult. So he'd beg his mom to see it and she'd let him for a while, with Bradley's approval. She would most definitely turn it off the moment it gets too violent and she catches it though. Selim would be mildly interested.

Lust

Lust would actually enjoy it. She'd find Light intriguing and adore him for the manipulative clusterfuck that he is. She would certainly complain that there isn't enough of him slutting around, and she hoped it would be more of a "romantic tragedy" ... until she realizes, it is. She becomes a Light x Misa x Takada x Mikami shipper (one big team kira orgy) as well as a Rem x Misa shipper. She's pretty satisfied with how the show ends. Lust gets a bit inspired after the aesthetic of the Shinigami and Misa (the whole gothic vibe). She feels especially badly for the Shinigami, especially when Rem sacrifices herself for Misa.

Greed

Let us be so completely for real here, Greed hates Light. We know Greed loves his friends as if they were his own possessions, and seeing Light just treat the people around him as tools with no concern for their well-being annoys him. Greed tries to watch the show but struggles in the first few episodes, and he won't shut up about how much of a pussy little bitch Light is. He eventually gets forced into at least getting to the first time L confronts him but is unimpressed. He doesn't grasp why L doesn't just pull a glock out of his ass to shoot Kira. Greed decides to watch Gurren Lagaan instead.

Envy

Getting the obvious out of the way, things are really awkward when they get to the scene with Gelus. Like. No need to really expand, they die almost similarly (though Envy out of anger and hate, Gelus because he is a simp in love) and if Envy had less homicidal tendencies and were more pathetic, he'd probably have found himself in a similar spot. He feels called out and offended during that scene, but he was enjoying the show just fine up until then...and after, that scene just hit a rare nerve. Otherwise, he loves the show. Any time humans are torn apart and fighting the shit out of eachother, he's happy, so he enjoys the shitstorms Light stirs up.

Sloth

Sorry I quite honestly do not give a shitting fuck about FMAB Sloth. He watches it because he is too lazy to change the channel. Why does he even exist. FMA03 Sloth is superior ♥

Gluttony

Gluttony is also a simple character but actually I find him cute (minus being a cannibal and all?) but his favorite character is Ryuk. For one, he finds it silly when Ryuk goes through his apple withdrawals, but two, he just loves how goofy he looks. Gluttony, when he's not trying to inhale humans like a bucket of KFC, is simple-minded and childish. I don't think he'd watch Death Note because there's too much talking and not enough action. He would rather watch something cute with bright colors like Bluey.

King Bradley

Also a boomer, but unlike Father, Bradley would give the show an honest go. I don't think he would "get it", but he would find it entertaining. Bradley would rather read the books (LABB / LCTW) and call it a day. He finds the show interesting but wishes they'd just "get to the point". He does not like Light as a protagonist because Bradley is an old crotchety man and doesn't have a singular fuck to give of Light's arrogance and shennanigans. A good show for Bradley would be...Seinfeld. Criminal Minds.

#death note #fullmetal alchemist #fmab #anon #ask #request #thank you besite

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boyakishantriage · 2 years ago

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Let me tell you something. You know who you are.

In my world. I let that little belief fester. I let it continue for years, slowly but surely letting you figure out the real truth. That I am better than you. And I don't like saying that. Well I do. That's be a lie. But that's one of my sins I guess. A flaw. Pride. Well. More specifically, I have all of them. Pride, gluttony, envy, lust, wrath, greed, sloth. In my opinion. We all have all the sins, but our experience... Ah whatever. It's likely you won't listen. Even if I tell you. So let me put it like this.

You want me to say you're smart. You're better. You want me to stop. Being better than you. If it's wrong, well why do you keep insisting that I don't know what you're talking about. Saying "like that when I guess extremely accurately around the main problem that you wish to be fixed. Because you're scared. Because you need to be better because so far you've never met a single challenger. Until now. Surprise bitch. I'm actually the first challenge you get. And I did absolutely nothing.

I have done nothing to you, you want a reason to put me down so you can rise as better and yet. There hasn't been one.

You follow a belief system so archaic, I swear I heard a raider from Norse shout outside my window.

Grow up. That's what I did in year, what? 4??

Grow up. You want me to fail at something in a way that proves you're better. Because you need something to fill that empty while in your soul.

Grow up. You fat, pathetic man. I'm never going to do anything because.

I don't give two shits.

It's that simple. That's my whole reason for being like I am now. You associate me with swearing when in reality. It was mostly the kid. Beta's only showed up a few times. Not only that.

You're scared. Scared you're not eh best. Scared that your beliefs are wrong and in my opinion.

It's pathetic. Utterly pathetic how you dare come to me and call me a demon when humans, people. Arabs, or more specifically. Islamists, extreme Islamists especially. Rose up against my kind. My people because we moved towards magic. You wanna know why I don't like you?

Because when I dared to come to your aid, when I dared to come to save your family and friends after you declared that we were enemies because I modified myself to become a hybrid, you broke down and attempted to remedy it by killing me. This is hundreds of years after this very moment. You became a slave to your own beliefs, I saw it and so did you and the difference is that I chose to ditch it. All of it. Everything, I left everything from what I knew so many times in my life and you stuck to it.

So in the simplest terms. I fucking hate Islam. I hate religion, I hate definitives that don't have to be there. I hate bigots. And I hate myself most of all.

So. What's your argument? What do you with to say to me. Someone who has been through, fought for your God because as far as I can tell. You don't have one.

But of course no might just be a delusion created by your friend to try to understand what humans really were, but I might not. Allah strike my down if I'm wrong. In what world do you think, from all the evidence you know about me, that is wouldn't give you a second chance. To try and make you grow and advance before any of the moments that made you fall into the devil you become.

Or it might all be a lie. An elaborate like forged by a demon to trick you... For what? Satan? I thought I'd expressed quite clearly my distaste for the fallen prince, his kingdom of tragedy. A place where anyone can be who they are. A place so unregulated that only crime families could take control and even then.

Y'know something? Islamists also went down there slaughtering hundreds of demons like the warriors or old. But something funnier. These demons, weren't just demons. They were human. Demons for sure, no doubt. But no worse than people who had mental issues. Only God itself made you people stop because, and this may surprise you. But a place where there are no rules let in all kinds of minorities and broken people to end up down there.

But what does it matter. None of it does. But I ask you this.

If I know so much, if I am so great as to somehow rise above you. Why do I not brag as much as you do? Why on earth would I not show off and shine my feathers like the brilliant peacock for all to see?

I have said nothing throughout this. And I never have. But for fucks sake.

Grow. Up.

#tag #Triage #Sendy

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bubbletimestories · 5 years ago

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Bon appétit (Reader/Original character)

Summary: A devouring love takes hold of you, a love so strong, so intense and sublime that it requires the total fusion of beings

Warnings: cannibalism, blood, sexual allusions

Themes: love, cannibalism, desire

A/N. It may sound very extreme but in fact, it is not described in a gory way. It is more a question of showing the passion and the desire which goes up than a raw scene. No too graphic description, no violence and above all, it is fully agreed.

No-gendered characters

Translated with Google traduction, sorry ^^’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24439258 (eng)

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The heat of summer only heightens the ambient tension as your eyes meet over the table, full of the same desire to take off your clothes to know you in the most intimate way possible. You have been dating for a long time, laughing together, turning around without being able to detach yourself, hypnotized like butterflies in front of a light bulb. Perhaps that is what they are for you, an entity of light with which you would like to warm up entirely knowing that it will make you suffer. "But suffering doesn’t matter when you have pleasure" they keep repeating to you to dispel your doubts and tonight, you feel it, it's time to listen and take the plunge.

In an instant, your hands are on their hips, their touching your face to hold each line, the call of the bodies becomes stronger. Quickly, feel the lukewarmness of their sweaty skin under your fingers, press yourself against it without further apologizing for desiring it as they pull on your t-shirt to prevent you from fleeing, backing away. You would be incapable of it, your body itself is looking for how to get closer and closer, how to be one with the one who is obsessing you. Finally, your mouths are magnetized, throwing one over the other with this awkwardness that causes impatience, your lips joining forcefully.

Oh my God

This kiss is not chaste or shy, it is not vulgar or violent, it is fire and restraint all at the same time and you feel your mouth squeeze harder to drink all your drunk while a thousand colors that don't yet exist born behind your eyelids. They taste of sin and ripe strawberries, the sugar of the dessert remaining in tiny particles on the flesh of their pink lips as an invitation to taste them. Midnight gluttony, you must savor them for a long time lest they disappear. But now is not the time for tasting, you feel them greedy, teasing, feverish against you, stirring up desire. Their fingers get lost in your hair, you who had spent so much time styling them, their nails sliding on your scalp as they danced their tongue against yours with a playful laugh. What becomes of your limbs, your clothes, the rest of your being, you don't know, only this carnal ballet matters to you, your breaths mingling until suffocation. But what better way to die?

The feverishness of your embrace contrasts with the dryness of ther lips that the little fads of everyday life have cracked. A single touch that is too strong, a teasing bite and a thin ruby pearl thread on the surface, like a drop of wine running down the neck. Your kiss takes a slight taste of salt that you suck on without thinking about it while the possessive hands press your skin, make it blush by imprinting the mark of their fingers on it. Your naked flesh quivers under the bite of their nails, so do they want to butcher you or grab hold so that you never escape? Your limbs are scattered on the carpet, your back catching the artificial light that brings out sensual scratches like the tracks of a feline. They contemplate you, sumptuous tiger, with their pupils dilated like obscure wells, wells of lust where one drowns. Your wet bodies embrace, stick, mix to make only one like two pieces of dough that is kneaded and it is necessary that you have become a malleable, elastic and warm material between their fingers, between their thighs, against their lips.

Their mouth swollen with love can no longer satisfy you, you have exhausted the sugar and salt as you consume a hors d’oeuvre to better appetite. Your senses require more than a tasting, gluttony grazes your being in your most secret corners to call for devouring. The pink ribbon of your tongue goes down to the neck offered, the nectar of their sweat pricking your taste buds like an expensive champagne. The excitement pulsates the fine vessels under the smooth skin and you close your eyes to better feel the rhythm, soak up these pulsations that hammer "I love you" under your lips. They sigh in pleasure as your breath burns their throat, an exquisite creature stretching against you, fusing your envelopes, calling your mouth to more than just a touch. Taste them, tickle them, nibble them until they’re wear out, until the blood is beaded on the surface of their epidermis for better watering.

Again.

Stronger.

More carnal feeling, more of them in you. The ferrous taste like molten metal fills your palate and your mind, you finally discover the true flavor of love, far from sweetness and sweet aromas. Love is powerful, spicy, burning, it is a furnace where you melt to be reborn. Their whispers have become hoarse calls and they vibrate with impatience, again, again, again. Your mouth opens wider, it will never be enough to swallow everything, to soak up completely, perfectly. Your teeth pierce the surface with ease, primal bite of the finally free beast that delights in the piece of flesh, sliding it against your tongue. Chew, revel, start again, listen to the symphony of their exalted sighs as they rock their head back. The carnal wine flows in purple threads on their skin and you lap it in long movements while their thighs close around you, while your bodies are only one ripple. Each wave of pleasure is accompanied by a new bite, on their shoulder, on their chest, on their arms which they offer you the fingers, always this desire, stronger, obsessive, to have their flesh against you, no , in you, to be one.

You are completely filled with the loved one, never to leave them, losing yourself in them as they melt in you, kiss by kiss until complete dissolution. Is it not the most perfect and sublime form of love?

#fic #reader insert #cannibalism #love #non-explicit sex

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myth-lord · 7 years ago

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Greek Characters A

Because of the lots of hate I was getting for using Wendigo’s and Yara-Ma-Yha-Who’s, i’ve been pushed into the Greek Mythology corner again, but to my surprise I kinda love them again, like I did before I started to collect all worlds mythologies.

My current personal-fun-project is all Greek, with sometimes a bit of Roman flavor.

These are the characters that play some role in the RPG, Cardgame or whatever-game would fit them. Starting with the A. Note that this doesn’t include the true Gods and heroes yet, they have different roles than the Characters, villians, Monsters and Demi-Gods.

Note that I give my own spin to many of these characters, while trying to at least keep most of their real-myth features intact.

NAME: Achelous RACE: Demi-God / Triton SIZE: Large (In all his forms) ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral ENVIRONMENT: Rivers and Lakes ABILITIES: Water Control, Self Polymorph into Blue Bull, Self Polymorph into Water Minotaur, Bull Rush, Magical Trident Weapon APPEARANCE: Like an old man with long beard, his body is covered with shells, and he has two very long bull-like horns on his head, his skin is covered with blue fish-like scales and he holds a Trident weapon and a giant beautiful shell-like shield. His lower-body looks like some fish-scale covered eel.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Achelous

NAME: Achlys RACE: Demi-Goddess / Daemon SIZE: Medium ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil ENVIRONMENT: Tartarus, Vile Swamps ABILITIES: Very Long Poisonous Nails, Poison Breath, Summon Death Fog, Aura of Sadness, Enhance Poisons APPEARANCE: Like an ugly old Swamp Hag, with long and dirty dark green hair, lighter green warty skin and very cruel looking nails, she is followed by a creeping evil green mist.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Achlys

NAME: Adephagia RACE: Demi-Goddess / Daemon SIZE: Large ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil ENVIRONMENT: Anywhere, Mostly Urban ABILITIES: Aura of Gluttony, Powerful Stomach, Immune to Disease, Enlarge Mouth, Acid Puke, Body Crush APPEARANCE: Like a very obese woman sitting on a throne that is carried by very thin and weak-looking daemons. Instead of normal teeth she has sharp fangs and beside her moving throne she also has a moving table with all types of food on it, also carried by a demon slave.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adephagia

NAME: Aegaeon RACE: Titan / Hekatonkheires (Hundred-Handed One) SIZE: Colossal ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil ENVIRONMENT: Tartarus ABILITIES: One-Hundred Hands, Rolling Madness, Extreme Strength, One-Hundred Mad Voices, Raining Rocks APPEARANCE: Like a swarm of giant moving arms and hands, in the middle of the chaotic creature are lots of ever-screaming monstrous heads, the horrid creature doesn’t seem to have any legs, instead using a lot of its arms for locomotion. Some of its one-hundred arms grow out of other arms, some arms are huge and others are very small.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hecatoncheires

NAME: Aello RACE: Beastman / Harpy SIZE: Medium ALIGNMENT: Lawful Evil ENVIRONMENT: Hades, Tartarus, Olympus, Beaches, Cliffs, Anywhere ABILITIES: Song of Storms, Painful Voice, Tempest Screech, Swift Flight, Shocking Talons APPEARANCE: Half bird and half woman, Aello’s face is like that of an ugly old hag with gnashing teeth. Instead of hair she has beautiful blue and green feathers, lightning flashes from her eyes, claws and talons.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aello

NAME: Akheilos RACE: Cursed / Daemon / Beast / Former Human SIZE: Huge ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil ENVIRONMENT: Oceans ABILITIES: Blood Frenzy, Command Sharks, Rain Madness, Swallow Whole, Mega-Bite, Sharp Skin, Disfiguring Bites APPEARANCE: Like a monstrous prehistoric shark covered in horns and spikes, it has oversized fangs.

http://www.theoi.com/Ther/Akheilos.html

NAME: Alastor RACE: Demi-God / Daemon SIZE: Large ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil ENVIRONMENT: Tartarus, Battlefields, Anywhere ABILITIES: Animate Weapons, Enhance Weapons, Razor Edge, Madness Cuts, Aura of Vengeance APPEARANCE: After his defeat and death, Alastor’s spirit merged with his giant sword, now Alastor looks like a giant possessed sword from hell with a unholy black and red aura around it and demonic runes and artwork on the sword itself. He is always followed around by other animated weapons.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alastor

NAME: Alecto RACE: Demi-Goddess / Fury (Erinyes) SIZE: Medium ALIGNMENT: Lawful Evil ENVIRONMENT: Tartarus, Anywhere ABILITIES: Boiling Blood, Induce Madness and Anger, Control Blood, Summon Blood Minion, Create Blood Weapons, Create Blood Shields, Blood Magic, Blood Arrows, Harden Blood, Blood Cage, Carnage APPEARANCE: Of all the furies, Alecto looks the most human. She looks like a strict old woman dressed in black and red clothes, with a very cruel looking crown and a dress with blades pointing upwards where they hit the ground, her skin and clothes leak blood wherever she goes.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alecto

NAME: Antaeus RACE: Demi-God / Gigante / Elemental SIZE: Large ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil ENVIRONMENT: Any Wilderness, Cave or Forest ABILITIES: Control Earth, Crushing Earth Fists, Tremors, Earthquake, Extreme Earth-Regeneration, Earth Grab, Expert Wrestler, Taunting Scolding APPEARANCE: Antaeus looks like a half humanoid giant and half earth elemental, his lower arms are made from rock and earth, and so are his lower legs, his face is half flesh and half earth element, with almost crystal eyes, he is bald and doesn’t have any body hair.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antaeus

NAME: Anteros RACE: Demi-God / Erote SIZE: Small ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil ENVIRONMENT: Any, mostly Urban ABILITIES: Arrow of Hate, Luring Cries, Annoying Laughter, Hate Gaze APPEARANCE: Much like Cupid, but with black gothic hair which covers one eye, and with black angel-wings instead of white. He always has this wicked smile on his child-like face.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anteros

NAME: Apate RACE: Demi-Goddess / Daemon SIZE: Medium ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral ENVIRONMENT: Tartarus, Hades, Anywhere ABILITIES: Veil, Illusion Weaving, Invisibility, Hallucinatory Terrain, Blur, Mirror Image APPEARANCE: Nobody knows what Apate really looks like, she is always hidden behind her tricky illusions, which reveal her as beautiful woman with purple clothes, she often covers her head with a cloak. Apate loves masks of all types, and always wears the most bizarre ones herself, she emits an aura of mystery.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apate_(deity)

NAME: Arachne RACE: Cursed / Beast / Former Human SIZE: Large ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil ENVIRONMENT: Caves, Hades, Forests ABILITIES: Iron Webs, Hallucination Poison, Red Widow, Freedom of Movement, Implant Eggs, Eight Legged Army APPEARANCE: Like an enormous, hideous and monstrous black spider.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arachne

NAME: Argus Panoptes RACE: Daemon SIZE: Huge ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral ENVIRONMENT: Anywhere ABILITIES: Perfect Sight, Eye Spies, All-Around Vision, Eyebeams, True Sight, Sleepless, See through other Eyes, Minor Future Vision APPEARANCE: Much like an even freakier and bizarre looking Beholder, it has ten tentacles with eyeballs on it, and its orb-like body is covered with eyeballs. His alien-looking skin is green, while the eyes are mostly blue, much like a peacocks feathers.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argus_Panoptes

NAME: Aristaeus RACE: Cursed, Beast, Former Titan SIZE: Huge ALIGNMENT: Neutral ENVIRONMENT: Hills and Deserts ABILITIES: Crushing Roll, Scarab Swarms, Slicer Mandibles, Burrowing Ravage APPEARANCE: Aristaeus looks like an enormous mutant stag beetle mixed with a scarab beetle, his body is covered with small scarabs and other beetles.

http://www.theoi.com/Gigante/GiganteAristaios.html

NAME: Asterion RACE: Beastman / Minotaur SIZE: Large ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil ENVIRONMENT: Underground Maze ABILITIES: Perfect Memory, Extreme Cunning, Bull Rush, Great Strength, Axe Expert, Wounding Anger APPEARANCE: A hideous half bull and half man, armed with a beautiful axe and some armor, his horns are huge and his face is disfigured.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minotaur

NAME: Atropos RACE: Demi-Goddess / Moirai (Fate) SIZE: Large ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral ENVIRONMENT: Unknown ABILITIES: Scissor Hands, Cut that Line APPEARANCE: Like the Atropos in God of War, but even freakier, one of her hands is deformed into a large scissor-like weapon and her face is old and ugly. Her hair looks like it was cut randomly, with some long parts and some short parts in it, like she cut herself in madness.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atropos

#Mythology #Greek Mythology #Greek #Monster #Gods #God #Demi-God #Titan #Fates #MInotaur #Fantasy #Game

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rosesrotofficial · 2 months ago

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💭 hanahaki disease thernin...

#gluttony gods #thernin #ther x ronin #hanahaki disease #romance #i am just... thoughts

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slay00ryu · 24 days ago

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May The Sinful Love Stay Unrequited Forever.

Trigger Warnings.

- Hanahaki Disease

- Angst

- Spoilers for Gluttony Gods

- Ronin x Ther

"Welcome to Angelwood." They were the first person he saw, the only person who Ronin wanted to see in that town. That wretched fucking town that only empty puppets lived in.

Ther was the sole exception to that rule, they had a brain of their own, never followed anyone's words - even if they should. Their stubborn nature was somewhat endearing for Ronin, they weren't obeying him at all times which made them interesting.

They made his heart beat, but also were the reason why his lungs were filled with lilies. Yeah, his lungs were filled with l i l i e s. Ronin knew how ridiculous the idea was, he always thought that the whole disease what just made up by some hopeless romantics who craved some heartbreak, yet here he was. Roots in his veins, flowers in his body, making him cough them out with blood. Ah, what a beautifully painful sensation that was. A living proof of Ther's love being only a facade, only a lie that they believed. Even if the flowers were slowly killing him, even if the confession could change something in Ther's mind, Ronin didn't want to come clean about the disease.

What for?

To manipulate them like the town filled with manipulative, cruel so called children of God? No. He would rather slit his throat that scoop to that level, he would rather the flowers to burst his lungs open, his whole body to be replaced by flowers, than to do that to Ther. He was cruel, yes, a crazy bastard with homicidal tendencies, but he would never use his death as a way to make someone love him. Not when it could as well show just how much he loves them.

Yes. He will enjoy this death. He will enjoy the pain, knowing that his love was truly so grotesque to kill him. Maybe it was even a proof of Ther's "love" for him? Letting them be the cause of his end. It would be better than any love confession he could ever think of. After all, what greater proof of true love is there, than to be the reason your lover's life ends? Even when your love is just a way to give yourself comfort, to feel closure.

"Why're you welcoming me? Shitty town, shitty jocks, nothing new to welcome." He chuckled, ignoring the paralysing ache in his lung.

The disease was acting up even more when he was standing right in front of Ther. It was strangely beautiful. Poetic in a way, the unrequited love that would kill him, it was acting even worse when he could look them in the eyes and hear their lies, see how they were playing with his and their minds. He had to hold the coughs back, not wanting Ther to see just how much this feeling was destructive.

The fantasy they could enjoy until he dies, why not let it continue for their sake? Why not let them live this dream of loving him.

"I forgot how annoying you are, why did you come back?" Ther folded their arms over their chest, they weren't really annoyed, they weren't as happy as they used to either.

The town slowly eats them away. If he was there any later, he might've died the same day as them, his lungs letting the flower consume them, his every vein being replaced by the roots. Not that bad idea for a death if he gave it more thought. Painful and gruesome, just how he liked it. Maybe Angelwood would call it a double suicide, some Romeo and Juliet type of thing. He scoffed at the thought, earning a confused look from Ther.

"Why not? Maybe I jus' missed the old town, the faithful fools. You know, the regular bull." He gave Ther a cocky grin, his breath hitching when he tried his hardest to hold the flowers back, to keep them hidden. His shit-eating grin never leaving even when the pain was almost unbearable. It made it all even better.

"Yeah, cut it off Ro." Of course Ther didn't buy it, why would they? They know him all too well, he became quite predictable for them after all this time.

"Oh sorry dear, forgot how smart you are. Too smart for your own good." The look in his eye was wicked, and his voice sounded hoarse, no surprise with how damaged hi throat was. "I came for you. To fetch you."

"I'm not a dog." They replied, offended with his words.

"A bitch. Same difference." He shrugged and began walking. No reason to stand around.

Ther tried to build up the conversation, kept talking, their hands shaking. The angels were keeping them anxious, drying them, exhausting them with fear.

Ronin was observing them, finding every small moment when their mind was somewhere else to cough out the flower, wiping the blood into his pants.

Thrilling. That's how this secret made him feel. The thrill of hiding his approaching death was there, was building up his adrenaline. It made this moment even more tragic, he could look at the love of his life. The perfect god who doesn't care enough to see that their so called "love" is practically a walking corpse next to them. A walking corpse who leaves lilies behind himself.

They were in Ther's bedroom, comfortable, expensive, flashy. With the bloody eyeballs that didn't fit in with the neat, f e m i n i n e interior. They were hidden under the covers, looking at Ronin's back while he cleaned his blade, getting the blood and remaining eyes off of it.

"Ro. Do you want a secret?" Their voice caught his attention.

A secret? Hah. That should be fun.

"Hit me."

He could feel how much Ther hesitated before they spitted it out. Like the words they were about to say were burning their throat the same way the flower were burning Ronin's throat.

"I love you. I never loved anyone as much as I do you." Their voice was softer, actually making it sound like an honest love confession.

But if they loved him oh-so-much, then why did the burning ache in his lungs only worsened with every second, why could he feel every flower growing higher and higher, reaching hi throat, causing him to cough them out whenever Estridge wasn't looking.

The lie was just amusing. Watching Ther as they tried to convince themselves of this undying love, while their lies also caused the disease to worsen. Oh how entertaining it was, He only played into their scheme, following their play like the amazing actor he was. Feeding into every lie served to him, swallowing their words with a proud smirk.

"Yeah? How so?" He glanced back at them, eyeball in between his fingers as he played with it, squeezing it gently and moving it between his fingers.

"You turn the lights off." Of course.

They loved the understanding, they only wanted someone to know how to treat them.

And Ronin? He didn't mind at all. Ther could cut his whole body apart, break the bones and squeeze the heart. He would let them. The flowers, or their hands, there was no difference how he would die, when the cause is the same.

But seeing Ther in his final moments would be the most pleasant. Watching their face switch into fear, maybe then they would feel something because of him? Or they would continue to go into the endless pit of despair, with the devil gone, there's no one to stain their life with filth.

Without him Ther will be just a doll, a doll that Angelwood will strip of all dignity, they will kill Ther, leaving only the picture perfect prom queen. The angels will watch as another person dies, a person who shouldn't even dream or thinking of dying.

And he wouldn't even see them after he dies. He's the filth that belongs in hell, the rot that won't even close to Ther's little paradise.

After all. he doesn't have even the smallest space in their heart.

There's just this shallow love, that feeling that Ronin can only call "the lie that kills him", maybe he should request that engraved into his grave? As if he could experience such luxury, the town will toss his body somewhere far away, so his sin won't taint the perfect town. Even if the people who live in there are the sin itself.

Sin even worse than Ronin.

Sin even worse than the Devil's love that will leave only lilies as the memory of this feeling.

#fanfic #gluttony gods #ronin beaufort #ther estridge #hanahaki disease #angst #angst no comfort

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shocotate · 7 years ago

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The glorious image blurs, it cannot see him as it longs to, any of him. It should be burned into its psyche, even from that glimpse upon the Promised Day. How could it possibly forget something so precious? Pride quashes its shudder before it can form, its eyes screw shut. It has not forgotten. It only need be patient, be a dutiful child and rid Central of these irksome humans until Father’s return, and then Father will…Father… When Father sees Pride, his firstborn, like this…

Thank you so much for sending this, I’m glad people liked Devour. My memory must be super bad as I can’t remember my exact reasons for things here, but I wrote a lot so maybe it’s all good :D

For reference, anyone reading this, this is from my Halloween oneshot fic Devour. It’s an AU where Gluttony’s hunger pangs affect Pride a little too much.

Now, for this segment, it’s part of the third scene in the oneshot, though I think I wrote it fourth. Pride has been living purely through his shadow for years after devouring his container, enough for Amestris to have become repopulated after the Promised Day.

In the first plans of the fics I remember Pride was going to still have his container at this point, but I thought it was more appropriate to separate Pride’s life among humans and his new life here as more of an animal; Besides, Pride does not know Cretan/Aerguan/Drachman, so hearing all these unfamiliar voices that he cannot understand drives him further into his feral state, in his solitude with no one to talk to, it’s no wonder he loses his grasp on language and eventually loses his ability to speak.

I wanted some parts of Pride’s personality to remain at this point, he is still vain in his shame of his unstable body leaking and interfering in his ability to hunt, and he still gloats and relishes in the suffering of the humans he catches. At the same time he has become complacent in this new life, and it’s Father that brings him back to reality.

Hunt. Eat. Eat more. Sleep. Life seems so much simpler now. It thinks it could get used to this, at least until Father—

It blinks, confused.

Fa-ther?

Father!

Even though Pride suffers a lapse here in remembering Father, his love for Father endures even after he forgets his own name in the next scene, though by that point Pride has long since forgotten why he wants Father to come back, and his love has distorted into wanting to eat Father instead, as eating is the only thing he has ever associated with a positive emotion by then. As ever, Pride puts Father before himself in every sense. Though there are no mentions of Father in the final scene, Pride is still using his chair as his ‘nest,’ and in what could be Pride’s very last moment of lucidity he is still ashamed of his altered teeth, the corruption of his true form compared to Father’s, and caused by his eating Gluttony, the whole cause of his undoing.

Ok we’re actually to the extract in the ask now…:

It pictures him in its mind, yearning. Not the form Pride had known for so long, or his shadow. No, the form Father had chosen for himself, his form as a God.

The glorious image blurs, it cannot see him as it longs to, any of him. It should be burned into its psyche, even from that glimpse upon the Promised Day.

Of course I used the super reverential word ‘glorious’, befitting a God. Even now Pride adores Father, and he is naturally distraught that he cannot see him perfectly in his mind. Of course this could also be in a literal sense, as he did not get a good look of Father’s front on the Promised Day, and longs to physically see him again so he can fully appreciate his new form.

At the same time I chose ‘any of him’ to denote that it could be interpreted that Pride could also not envisage his Father’s regular form either, a much deeper disgrace, given Pride’s hundreds of years of memories with Father.

How could it possibly forget something so precious? Pride quashes its shudder before it can form, its eyes screw shut. It has not forgotten.

Pride’s endless devotion makes any kind of lapse in his memories of Father particularly shameful, and possibly the only thing that could force such an emotional reaction from him, his so many eyes that were so self assured and focused on his hunt before closing, as if it physically hurts him. At the same time the human is still in his grasp, so he may be stifling his reaction to spare himself any further embarrassment.

It only need be patient, be a dutiful child and rid Central of these irksome humans until Father’s return, and then Father will…

Recalled to himself, Pride tries to give some deeper meaning to his eating the humans as an excuse for his insatiable appetite, that it is what Father would want. I also wanted to connect to Pride’s desperate longing that Father will come back once he eats all the humans, in the same way at the start of the fic he thought Father would want him to clear Central of all the dead bodies.

Father…When Father sees Pride, his firstborn, like this…

But of course, angst gets in the way of Pride’s futile hope. Pride’s already ashamed of his oozy shadow, how will Father react to Pride’s disgusting sharp teeth, will he be ashamed of him, will he punish him for devouring his container and Gluttony, will he even fix him? Pride always held his true form in such high regard, a perfect replica of his Father, but here he is, living like an animal and doing nothing but eat. I used the specific term firstborn here because…er…I watched Thor: Ragnarok the day I wrote this and Hela said it a couple of times >__>

EAT

The hunger purrs, and Pride obliges the impulse, shredding the human’s soft skin, letting the angry spurts of blood coat it.

Now the turning point of the fic, I feel, is that Pride does not attempt to resist his hunger, in order to escape his shame and doubt, and also to vent his frustration, hence the ‘angry’ spurts of blood.

Earlier the hunger was always described negatively, screaming, but here it purrs to him. Pride cannot accept his pathetic situation, nor can he accept that Father might not come back, or what might happen if he does. And how could he ever doubt his Father? Where earlier in the fic Pride ran away to read books to escape his problems, here he gives in because eating is something simple, he doesn’t have to think to kill and eat pathetic humans.

This is reflected in the subsequent scenes in the fic, Pride retreats into his baser hunger to stop himself admitting the shame of forgetting his name, or not recognising his own reflection. At the very end Pride does try to resist it and remain in control of himself to avoid biting through his Stone, but by that time it is too late, and the brief flashes of his true personality are merely that, and Pride may never resurface again. Poor Pride…I hope the Stone biting killed you so you needn’t hunger anymore…

Anyway, I said way too much, and it’s pretty much just saying what happens. I think I failed…oh well, time for bed.

Thanks so much again for asking about this!

#answered asks #askeme #Selim Bradley #fma brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #devour

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arvoze · 7 years ago

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peruru for the word building thign

i cant believe i get 2 messages and theyre both for peruru

B A S I C S

full name: its. its jsut peruru. do surnames exist. im pretty sure they dont. didnt consider this

gender: male (cis)

sexuality: hes gay todd

pronouns: he/him

O T H E R S

family: panana (brother); unnamed father; majojo (sibling relationship); nitoto and chikuku are parental figures but i’ll exclude them

birthplace: fuckngi. keron. everyones born on keron. fuck. i really didnt think this through did i

job: maintenance & tech revision (grand star); other general menial work (generally small things, passing messages on to other soldiers in the same department if nobody else was available, all that kinda stuff - also being an “expendable” soldier so he’d do more dangerous work that could result in harm because god forbid the actual important soldiers get injured doing shit like that)

phobias: guns in almost all regards; being alone; he has a fear of the majority of people around him one way or another (general fear of ppl snapping and lashing out at him in their own ways)

guilty pleasures: HUH guilty pleasures r questionable .. thers a Lot probably. watches a lot of chick flicks

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: im too lazy to do the tests bc theyre so long but i think about “chaotic horny” evry day

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice / the fuck what one of these is prudence why is this list different 2 shit im looking at

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert

organized/disorganized

close minded/open-minded

calm/anxious

disagreeable/agreeable

cautious/reckless

patient/impatient

outspoken/reserved

leader/follower

empathetic/unemphatic

optimistic/pessimistic

traditional/modern

hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

im not doing relationships thts a whole fucking other can of worms to expand on

#peruru #im jst gonna avoid the relationships ig #mostly bc most of them arent romantically involved w/ eachother in the slightest #that stuff works better with fandom stuff rather than ocs #tamamago

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Pride in Perversion

Chaucer’s comments on corruption with the Pardoner

A quick analysis of Chaucer’s Pardoner’s Prologue and Tale.

November 27th, 2017

“Radix malorum est cupiditas,” preaches the Pardoner as he struggles to fit the impoverished’s last pennies into his overflowing pockets.

In Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, the Pardoner is a slimeball of a character. Pardoners were people who travelled selling pardons, which were sheets of paper that absolved people of their sins. The idea behind this was to absolve people of their sins for a price which would then be used for goodwill, but as you can imagine this system became very corrupt very quickly. Pardoners started preaching - something they did not have the authority to do - and appealing to charity and piety to raise a hefty amount of money for themselves.

It wasn’t a big secret back then that Pardoners were corrupt. It was essentially an unwritten truth that everyone agreed on to the point where it wasn’t even scandalous to imply that your local Pardoner was a lying son of a bitch. The importance of this fact lies in that Pardoners are still members of the church, be it low-level ones. Thus, criticizing the obviously corrupt Pardoners acted a bit like a critical gateway drug into more serious speculations on the church.

Chaucer, in this sense, was a drug addict. While his later criticisms were more subtle, it’s clear he had no reservations with his infamous Pardoner character. Apart from openly admitting to being corrupt in the form of literary confession,

393 I preche so as ye han herd bifoore I preach as you have heard before 394 And telle an hundred false japes moore. And tell a hundred more false tales.

403 For myn entente is nat but for to wynne, For my intention is only to make a profit, 404 And nothyng for correccioun of synne. And not at all for correction of sin.

There seem to be some statements he makes that can be seen as things to be extended to the rest of the church.

407 For certes, many a predicacioun For certainly, many a sermon 408 Comth ofte tyme of yvel entencioun; Comes often times from an evil intention; 409 Som for plesance of folk and flaterye, Some for pleasure of folk and flattery, 410 To been avaunced by ypocrisye, To be advanced by hypocrisy, 411 And som for veyne glorie, and som for hate. And some for vain glory, and some for hate.

Focusing back on him specifically again, the Pardoner is especially reprehensible in the calm rationale he uses to justify his actions.

439 What, trowe ye, that whiles I may preche, What, do you suppose, that while I can preach, 440 And wynne gold and silver for I teche, And win gold and silver because I teach, 441 That I wol lyve in poverte wilfully? That I will live in poverty voluntarily? 442 Nay, nay, I thoghte it nevere, trewely! Nay, nay, I never thought it, truly!

447 I wol noon of the apostles countrefete; I will imitate none of the apostles; 448 I wol have moneie, wolle, chese, and whete, I will have money, wool, cheese, and wheat, 449 Al were it yeven of the povereste page, Although it were given by the poorest servant boy, 450 Or of the povereste wydwe in a village, Or by the poorest widow in a village, 451 Al sholde hir children sterve for famyne. Even though her children should die of hunger.

This being said he preaches quite beautifully.

573 But herkneth, lordynges, o word, I yow preye, But listen, gentlemen, one word, I pray you, 574 That alle the sovereyn actes, dar I seye, That all the great deeds, I dare say, 575 Of victories in the Olde Testament, Of victories in the Old Testament, 576 Thurgh verray God, that is omnipotent, Through true God, who is omnipotent, 577 Were doon in abstinence and in preyere. Were done in abstinence and in prayer. 578 Looketh the Bible, and ther ye may it leere. Look in the Bible, and there you can learn it.

Although he does neglect the notion that people outside the Church were not allowed to own a Bible.

He denounces gluttony, then lust, then gambling, then swearing.

His tale of three gambling scoundrels starts with their quest to defeat Death, who had taken over the town they live in. In their journey to find him they stumble across an old man and jest at him for being alive in his old age - the man repents and says he is hoping that his mother would take him back. He points them towards a place where Death would be found after they claim he is Death’s spy, and there they find a huge pile of gold. Of course, their greed soon turns these sworn brothers into scheming enemies. Their story ends with a triple homicide and leads straight into his moral of rejecting wealth.

The motive behind this is conspicuous, as he encourages everyone to claim his pardon with gifts. This train of thought continues as the Pardoner reminds them that it is best to be prepared for accidents that may take one's life - specifically, it is best to keep your soul clean so that if you die suddenly your soul will go to heaven. This, of course, can be ensured with the rejection of wealth and a formal pardon, which are both things that the Pardoner is (conveniently, coincidentally?) a resource for.

The Host isn’t taking any of this, especially when the Pardoner singles him out and tries to sell him on the idea that for a fee he would offer a relic that will absolve any sings. The Host calls him a fraud, which upsets the Pardoner strangely, and only at the request of the Knight do they kiss and make up.

The tale is a structured attack on the Church’s hypocrisy through a figure that doesn’t practice what he preaches. The Pardoner confesses to his sin of green and goes on to tell a cautionary tale about the dangers of the love of money and excess, and furthers this message by asking listeners to give up their wealth to avoid being damned. There is no shame in his actions, and he seems to be fully aware of his contradiction and at the same time fully comfortable with it. This is perhaps what is most contemptuous of the character - the glaring injustice has no relief and is simply a festering, blatant evil.

The injustice rooted in the rest of the Church is not so easy to address. Obvious or not, the principles on which the Church is built and the overwhelming societal power it wields makes its self-serving leaders an unstoppable force. The corruption that would be seen in all aspects of the Church would be akin to that found in the Pardoner. As people are powerless to prevent the Pardoner from doing his deed, so are people powerless in the face of the higher Church. Chaucer’s tale is a subtle attack on the Church, exposing the divide between the principles that govern Christianity and the actions of the religious leaders.

The Pardoner’s Tale is an underhanded way to plant the idea that the Church might not be as virtuous as it paints itself to be and to give voice to an opinion that would, if applied to any other character, end the author’s life.

#english #chaucher

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