#it’s like. this love is so big and all-consuming and i cannot escape it.

[seaslugandscylla]

Some notes under the snacking issue of Sebastian post caused my brain to weeoweeo it way too much than I expected, so well here are the continuing of topic xd

Sorry it's an essay because I can't write succinctly

1. How did the evil corporation(insert it’s name please) feed?

As far as I’m concerned, the shady corpo experimented on him to check/make people to able to breathe under water. Keeping him alive was quite crucial to success so I think they would provided him with proper amount of of food or at least the full nutrient content preparation. However, it changed when his body started to rapidly mutate, grow and evolve into what he’s now. The vast increase in his need of food and the fact that the gills didn’t develop very well, due to the scientists not very smart move - mixing his DNA with atmospheric oxygen snake and whale, caused the team to shrink his portion and gave him bare minimum in form of drip-feed… Auch

2. How didn’t he die from literally any nutrient deficiency sickness?

As I said it before I do not know the lore very much only basis. So forgive if I mess up some facts about the events. Going back to topic, after the event of beating the life out of his guards/special troops everyone left the lab immediately. Leaving everything behind including the rations, which were sent there for the staff to eat, all kind of medicine - pills, drops, syrups, injections etc. and whatever crops left( no idea if in the game is any „farm” but the transport would be extremely expensive so I think they would love to slash costs especially when there are vertical farms which are efficient, cheap and easy to maintain and during evacuation they could simply destroy it if nothing like this exists there). He simply gain most of crucial elements via all those supplements. Especially via drips which are the least painful without activating all digestive track. I like to think the reason why his extra arm is in the bandages is the fact that he often injects himself with various needles and his veins are in horrible state. At some point point all these supplements will end and it won’t end well for him, but not yet. That’s solves a bit the issue of lack of scurvy, nyctalopia and any other issues alike. Here’s the misery fish and his banana bag of lovely Zn and vit C

3. Another snacking issue

He is in constant state of hunger. No escape from it. The small human stomach ruthlessly dictates the size of his next snack and for how long he cannot eat, because it’s full, but it’s better to have at least one full than none. That could cause another big issue which is connected with the unconditional reflex - food in mouth equals activiting the synthesis of digestive enzymes and HCl in both tracks at the same time. Both are connected to one nervous system and the information goes to both, no matter if only one should start working. Not good situation, one belly is digesting itself,easy way to get ulcers or esophagitis, which not only are extremely painful but also deadly especially in his case with no health care or even chance to get any. He had to figure it out quite quickly how to make his eating as harmless as it’s possible. The easiest way I think would be simply some herby stomach drop, the one which highers the ph and stops HCl from being created. But I fear it works on human part- So he had to create strict timetable - when he eats, when he takes drops, when he can eat again. To keep the snake stomach in check and never letting it be fully empty and miraculously avoid the sinister autodigestive ideas of snake element. So his best friend is a tiny bottle of disgusting drops from a nurse office

4. How not to starve to death with body like that?

Dense soup. Maximum proteins in the smallest velocity and in easy to consume and digest way. It passes both stomachs faster because tough long chains are already broken into smaller ones so it can be faster absorbed and used. It’s also very easy to make and can contain many ingredients giving the biggest diversity in one sip. Still starves because it’s not enough, but there is no better way :”)

And no he wouldn't threaten anyone that he would add them to his soup. He was a human and he exactly knows there are too many weird fellas out there. No way he'll risk getting new traumatic event, he won't take it anymore-

The last thing is this two sentences:

Honestly I wasn't prepared to read something like this with straight face at 6AM. It wasn't in my weekly bingo card, but jup it made my day, thanks

[katakaluptastrophy]

Love your TLT meta! I'm curious - what do you make of Nona's "You looked like you wanted to be kissed, that's all." and Alecto's " This is how meat loves meat."?

Thank you!

I don't really have a coherent answer, and I suspect we won't really get one until ATN. We know that Alecto is...a Resurrection Beast...a fully Lyctorised cavalier...that is, some combination of the collective soul of planet earth and the soul of a human guy called John (plus or minus 10 billion ghosts). But just what is Nona?

You kept screaming and screaming...like a baby in pain. So I tried to hurt you - I did hurt you. I reached out for you and it hurt you... He said, I put my hands around your neck. He said, I cupped your soul in my hands. He said, I took you into myself and we became one. ...He said, As the world went up I remade us both. I hid me in you... I hid you in me. And when we were together...once the shaman had claimed the sun... I became God. (John 1:20)

This excerpt elides some of the full horror of John's description, in which Alecto screams rather a lot more and John is vomiting dirt and tearing his ribs out and blaming it all on human nature and his id while he binds her into some horrifying nightmare Barbie body and worries that she'll "escape" before he finishes.

We know Nona doesn't enjoy having a body. And we know necromancy makes Nona feel sad.

There's one particularly horrifying moment in NTN where these two things come together:

She wanted to shout. She wanted to be listened to. She wished the barrier had taken her hands. She wished she had thrust herself into it - become that big seething mass of flesh and meat and tendrils - ruined her body, just melted it; come back messed up, so that nobody could want her body but her, so that it would be hers and nobody else's. (NTN ch 24)

The language that Tamsyn Muir uses to describe both what John did to Alecto and the way that Nona's borrowed body subconsciously remembers that violence is so viscerally uncomfortable.

Just a few chapters later, Nona begins to remember who she is:

"Did you think this was fun, Pyrrah Dve? Did you think this was lovely? Family. Blood. Together. Kiss, kiss. A child's game. You say nice words and everyone pretends they are the words you say. Here is a house. We live in it. Worms slithering over each other... Did you like playing pretend? Did you like being mother and father? You should have given into your desires and eaten us. Chew and swallow. More natural. Would have respected you for it..." (NTN ch 28)

Who have we met who likes to play a twisted game of happy families but who at the end of the day will justify his desire to own and consume and destroy as natural and understandable?

What "lessons of the hand and the mouth" did Alecto learn when John "saw the face of Earth and choked the life out of it and ate it whole"? (John 5:4).

I'm never not haunted by the line in HTN where John reaches out for Harrow and she physically cannot refuse him: "the meat of your meat and the flesh of your flesh belonged to God." (ch 9), which so closely echoes Alecto's "this is how meat loves meat".

"I might not help you when... I'm back," she said, not quite understanding I. "I'll be different. I'll remember everything... I'll remember the thing I'm trying to forget... I won't love anything... I won't know how. I won't be me at all, or I'll be the me who knows the thing, and knowing the thing means I'm not Nona - I'm someone else." (ch 31)

Nona is, in some way we don't quite understand yet, Alecto without John.

And that fills me with quite a lot of sorrow for Alecto and trepidation for Alecto the Ninth.

[lanasblood]

VIVID DREAMS | neteyam x reader

dedicated to @andraga12​ just because she’s el amor de mi vida who always inspires me to be better, and I wanted to give back some of the love she generously spreads in this fandom with her personality and her writing! 

neteyam artwork by my talented @cinetrix​ (click here to see more) 

pairing: neteyam x female reader (wc: 1.2k)

summary: what do you call the phenomenon, where you cannot control the longing in your eyes or the fire in your loins, where you consistently fall in love with someone every time you see them? as for neteyam, this someone is you. (proceed with caution, his thoughts are unhinged, 18+ mdni)

Being the son of the clan leader had its benefits, but it also came with its downsides. There was immense pressure to be the best in everything, pressure he put on himself, so much that for quite some time — too long for him to admit — he was accompanied by intense stress and sleepless nights. The days blended together, no longer offering a sense of overview, no longer dividing day and night for him. He was a breathing, working mess, alive but barely living, like the remnants of a walking corpse, whose reflexes still functioned. His body was accustomed to it, his strong physique, sculpted by years of discipline, was used to worse actually, but slowly the burden was taking its toll on his mind for he began to see things, hallucinating, as Lo'ak had called it. It had reached such dimensions that his father had sent him on forced leave, a decision that was infuriating in such critical times, but protest was not tolerated, because deep down Neteyam knew his father was right; some days — the most exhausting ones — it was difficult for him to distinguish his dreams from reality as it all blended together, and that was the last alarming sign for him to know he had to fix his work-life-balance, especially when it came to you.

she's a celestial inferno in his mind  the flames consuming him cannot be denied   as every carnal desire burning his skin  raw illusions rise, awakening divine 

The mere thought of you already numbed his senses, consumed him whole, so looking at you right now how you danced along with your friends, your body effortlessly swayed to the rhythm, accompanied by the traditional instruments, did things to him he did not dare to say out loud. There was an undeniable connection; he was longing for you, needing you in ways that couldn't be described. 

Watching you from afar as he leaned against a rock, originally trying to avoid the festivities following the victorious war party he hadn't been allowed to participate in, it was mesmerizing to him how you moved your hips with such sensuality, it took his mind to places. His eyes aglow like molten gold, were glued to your body, followed your every move, refused to leave your enchanting features even for a fleeting moment. The forest immediately dissolved around him into a big blur of dark green, slowly fading into a hushed background, leaving only you as the focal point of his existence, as if completely bewitched by your presence. And for the first time in his life, despite the unyielding strength he commanded in battle, he found himself powerless, absolutely disarmed and vulnerable against the allure you possessed.

He couldn't control the vivid imagines that flooded his mind in the next second when you bend down to gather the empty bottles from the ground so that no one would trip on them, his hidden wants messing with his reality in an instant. His hands on your waist, the rhythm of your bodies in perfect synchrony, the rolling motion of your hips against his, skin on skin, teeth clinking, lips smacking with each hungry kiss. He couldn't help but picture the way you'd respond to his touch, your soft flesh yielding by the firmness of his grip, your head thrown back in ecstasy, your eyes rolling in pleasure, the breathy moans escaping your lips like a siren's call, pulling him closer to you, deeper and deeper into the depths of desire. 

Wishful thinking. 

He knew that he couldn't resist the gravity of his passion any longer. With every breath, every beat of his heart, he discovered a truth — he was falling, falling, falling, and he couldn't deny it.

Neteyam's breath quickened even more when you met his eyes, only for a second before you quickly looked away, his heart pounded in his chest like the loud drums next to the table with drinks, as he fought to control the raw desire that surged within him. The fire in his loins burned brighter as he felt the energy radiating from you, a magnetic pull even, that defied reason, defied control, defied the chaos raging within him, that became a force he could not contain. And even if the yearning in his blood vessels and the longing in his eyes spoke volumes, his lips remained silent for he had not once dared to confess.

That was however until he heard your laugh a second later when one of your friends said something to you; the combination of eye contact and your melodic laugh gave him the courage to approach you, start a conversation, he had done it many times before, so he could do it again, he was good at small talk, he was Neteyam, it was nothing but child's play for him, he would talk to you and— 

"Does Neteyam have any idea how ridiculously gorgeous he is?"

His heart skipped a beat as he overheard your words, spoken with a touch of wonder and followed by a dreamy sigh. The corners of his mouth curled into a soft smile, and his cheeks felt warm as he chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly. He had never imagined that you would see him in such a light, let alone voice it aloud. It filled him with pride, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of joy and disbelief that he quickly hid with his newfound confidence as he walked the last steps to approach you.

"Well," he said with a playful smile on his lips, "I wouldn't say ridiculously gorgeous, but I do try my best."

Immediately, your eyes grew wide as you opened your mouth to say something but then closed it again, and he thoroughly enjoyed observing the play of expressions on your face. He felt great, his self-doubt vanished in an instant, it was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a version of himself he had never fully embraced before. With his arms crossed in front of his chest and a smug grin on his face, he watched your every move, every flick of your gaze, every tremble of your finger, the color of your cheeks slightly darker than the rest of your skin, every subtle gesture teased his imagination, fueling his fantasies, like your eyes, big and beautiful, a mix of innocence and surprise in them, he couldn't help but imagine the taste of your lips as you nervously licked over them, those lips, oh, those lips looking as sweet and plump as… he gulped and reminded himself to get it together.

And when you turned around, away from him, without any word, quickly leaving the celebrations, vanishing between the thick leaves of pandora's flora, he kept staring at that place and he smiled, accepting the truth that could not be denied any longer: He was consumed by an insatiable hunger for you, a hunger that only you could satisfy, and he swore to himself, in that exact moment, that he would do anything — no matter the time and costs, even if it meant to put the night sky into chains and conquer all the stars — to make you his, for you were his star, his very personal wishing star.

note: thank you for reading, my loves, please don’t forget to leave feedback (I appreciate any form of it, be it likes, comments, reblogs, or just an anonymous message in my inbox) to let me know you enjoyed this 💕

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS - FIRST HOUSERS!

Sun first house - Big large auras !!!! They shine the light on the darkness around them so they can be a bit polarizing with this placement. They don’t mean to however they have no choice but to allow their auras to show what is underneath the surface. With this placement, it’s hard for them to truly hide themselves because their energy is vibrant and they can also be very transparent here. First house sun holders can be popular and can attract people like bees are attracted to honey. Their warmth is noticed and this what Allures people to them. It’s hard to truly ignore them or even dislike them because who they are is attractive and charismatic. Influencers can have this placement. You can stop people in their tracks and make them pay attention to you. A lotta love for this placement !

Pluto 1st house individuals will have people critic their appearances due to their alluring auras intimating people. So the only way to attack them is to make them believe they are ugly or undesirable but truly it’s never the case. Oddly triggering, however it’s for the greater good of who they come in close contact with, wether they like it or not.

Mars 1st House individuals could have aggressive encounters with people due to their energy having this strong star effect to them. Like the best way to explain their appearance is like that of a bold shining star. On top of that their mannerisms are very striking. So it can throw somebody off just by looking at them, triggering people as they move authentically.

Neptune 1st housers mimic the energy/frequency around them so they are always shapeshifting. Cosmos star children can look like anything they want.. creative personalities, their imagination can make them look like an art fixture. Can create their own look and be a muse for other people to mimic. Funny how they can absorb the frequency around them, allowing others to feed off of this n turn them into a powerful muse.

Moon 1st housers are very calming, naturally approachable, n draw you in with their lovable vibration. They have the ability to discern you, most likely won’t use it because they see the good in people. Being picky with who they let in is something their good at, because anything else leads to burn out. Evolved moon first housers can radiate a powerful energy coming from their auras like they’re the moon themselves. Attracting the bees as if their honey, they can also attract flies. Their nurturing allure keeps others wanting more, however they should give it to a lucky person. This is so they can achieve balance, give&take is vital for them and must be mutual.

Venus 1st house love to be loved. I mean, doesn’t anyone ? However, these individuals need it, crave it, it’s for their life & souls purpose. The value of being loved n connected to all is something their hearts truly desire more than anyone & anything else. Connected to the mother & love frequency a lot more than others so their magnetism is relatively stronger than most, popular with others due to their auras drawing you in closer, so you can be more connected to the god/goddess frequency of love.

Jupiter First housers have this larger than life persona that you cannot easily escape from. Their energy will consume the entire room due to their magnetism expanding over time. It never inflattens, just gets bigger the more they live authentically. Can attract their desires the more they continue to live with faith and optimism. Easy to like These individuals no matter who they are and what they do, and this can be a problem if they are ‘bad’ people and use others. Likeable auras who are popular with the collective and their community. Can become the leader of organizations or simply be a beacon for those who need it thus being inspirational to all who come in contact with them.

Uranus First Housers erratic, striking personalities but light years away from the world and what is currently going on around them. Don’t fret, your about 20 years smarter and more aware than the people you come across and are constantly leading the way as i type this. Your strange but in the best way, you know that the social beliefs and personas around everyone is a mask and the only mask you where is the one you created as a cool look to walk around in. The people around you adore you but are actually pretty intimated by you. Aliens from another galaxy, you’re here to lead us the way.

Saturn First Housers are interesting and learn a lot as they grow. Teachers before anyone could teach them, the lessons they over come gives them wisdom that goes beyond their years. Great listeners and are very charming. No one truly sees their authentic selves because it’s been postered with other peoples perceptions of who they THINK they are or CAN be when truly they are so much more than the surface level thinking that they come across. Can read you like a book, while gracefully accepting that we are all flawed but how we make of it is what matters. That’s the lesson. Mature levels can be profound with them, as they kinda don’t have a choice in this matter, it struck them before they could even say their first word.

Mercury 1st Housers are charismatic to the core and read the room insanely well. Comedians, alluring and masked magicians, their personalities are complex and this keeps the crowd wondering who they truly are from the core. You could say their mysteriously but that doesn’t quite explain them as they pull out all the tricks out of their wonderful top hat and continue to play with the hearts and emotions of people just because their charisma is great at this. Gift of gab, highly influencing and can persuade you to do just about anything with their words as theirs a certain majesty to their wordplay. Very odd creatures with their whimsical nature :)

[alpaca-clouds]

Cyberpunk and Solarpunk

Someone wrote a comment in a retweet under my last post about solarpunk. About how maybe Cyberpunk is more suited to motivate us to work for a better future, than Solarpunk is. Because Cyberpunk can show us, how bad it can get, it can be a warning.

My issue is, that for the most part it isn't.

Now, don't get me wrong. I adore Cyberpunk. I basically grew up in Japanese Cyberpunk especially (which I like a lot more than Western Cyberpunk - but the reasons are to complex to discuss here). But I think for a plethora of reasons it does not work as a "warning".

Part of the reason is, that the dystopia of Cyberpunk is not that far away from reality anymore these days. Even in effective Cyberpunk, that really goes into the Late Stage Capitalism... It shows a stark divide between rich and poor, state violence, rule of coorporations, end of ecosystems. Yes, it is more heightened than our reality, but it is all that we see in our reality right now and... we are kinda getting used to it. We are getting used to all the horrible things happening right now, because we feel powerless and our minds do not know how else to deal with it. So they will just chuck it of as "normal".

The other reason, why I think, Cyberpunk fails, is, that it is objectively cool. And a lot of people, who consume Cyberpunk media, do not engage with the dystopia, but just with the power fantasy of being a cool street sam with a lot of awesome augmentations. They want Cyberpunk to be real, not to prevent it. Because to them, it is mostly a really darn cool aesthetic.

And a last reason is, that in the end Cyberpunk does not offer solutions. Half the point of the genre is a sort of hopelessness. In most Cyberpunk there is no big happy ending. The happy end is, that the characters get to survive. Maybe, just maybe, the characters manage to bring down one coorporation or at least one corrupt CEO. But the most the characters get, is, to survive and maybe kiss a love interest. The point of Cyberpunk is the hopelessness.

But you cannot build a better world from hopelessness.

Which is, why I see Solarpunk as so promising - and am at the same time afraid of it turning too much into an "aesthetics only" movement. Because Solarpunk at its core is about reclaiming optimism for the future. It is not (only) an art movement, but first and foremost a genre of both fiction and activism.

If you look into the Solarpunk Manifesto, you will find that, it is about optimism and rebellion against the current system. About the things, that we so desperately need right now.

It is supposed to offer those solutions, that Cyberpunk does not want to offer - or rather that Cyberpunk thinks are out of reach.

Because here is the thing about Solarpunk: Yes, it is Science Fiction, but a lot of the Science it presents is available today. If states were actually to invest in it, we could have clean energy by 2035. That is not unrealistic. Because the technology is here, we just need to use it.

Degrowth, which is another core tennent of Solarpunk, is also possible. And it does not need to mean "live bad", as so many publications try to make it out.

Building local communities, too, is possible. The reasons we lost local communities, is, that the current system we live under, does not want us to have those communities - because communities allow us to organize and retake our power.

Those tennents have been there in Solarpunk from the very beginning. And it is quite frankly frightening to see, how the movement gets kinda taken over by people, only being there for green aesthetics.

This is not meant to be escapism. At least not just that. It is supposed to be a root of activism.

[aedisveneris]

I WANT TO PLAY A GAME The Trap You’re In + How To Escape 🎃 halloween pick a card 🕯

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Sacred Symbols by Marcella Kroll

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PILE 1

You’re trapped in a habit of costly comfort. A comfort you’re loyal to despite its faults.

The way out means fully recognizing a few things. The first is your desire to leave. The second is that planning a way out is ultimately up to you. And the third is accepting what you’ll lose when you leave. 

Be assured: your worth and value are coming with you and are ready to be planted elsewhere. So, take the time you need to mourn and process what you’re leaving but don’t let it keep you from what’s waiting!

The full reading has all the details!

PILE 2

There’s something you want and there’s also the recognition that you don’t currently have access to it. There’s also the recognition that pursuing this desire means doing things in a way you’re not used to. 

The trap you’re in is the rigidity of your mindset: you don’t think you can get it, or should, so you don’t and won’t. Transcend the scarcity mindset. Allow yourself to grow to the size of your dreams and ambitions. Because the only reason they feel too big is because you think of yourself as too small. 

Reality is perceived through the mind. When our mind is small and restricted, so too is our reality. When the mind is open and free, however…

Get all the details over at the full reading!

PILE 3

The trap you’re in is your refusal to take on the work and weight of healthy relationships. You’re an expert at severing ties and now you’re stuck in the result of that. 

The cruel paradox of intimacy is how we can yearn for it as deeply as we fear it. What that means is you can’t have it without facing your fear of it. So face your fear of it. And swallow your pride. You crave connection! Congrats! You’re just like the rest of us!

Full details over at the full reading. 

[littleeyesofpallas]

I have always loved this final(ish) boss design in Wild Arms 2nd Ignition so I'm just gonna babble for a bit here, apropos of nothing. So, spoilers I guess(?) for a quarter of a century year old game --I think it's still available on the PlaystationStore, but obviously emus are always an option. Large flightless Australian birds are crafty like that.

Even though, design-wise, a good chunk of it falls in line with pretty standard JRPG angelic monster/grotesque angel/now-your-teen-hero-fights-god motifs, it was just so out there in terms of lore.

The game starts with you gathering a band of heroes --A fresh faced army recruit, a grizzled war hero, a magical girl, a sacrificial martyr, a brooding anti-hero, and an optional vampire-- to fight an evil organization out to take over the world.

The evil organization, Odessa, declares that the world is changing, monsters are popping everywhere, and the kingdoms of the world do nothing about it, and so they threaten that if kings and queens and politicians cannot or will not do anything about it, then Odessa will conquer their kingdoms, seize their resources and manpower, and they will fix the problem thru unilateral authority.

But while there is a certain righteous anger behind their manifesto, they of course end up attacking innocent civilians, staffing themselves with war criminals and homicidal lunatics, sacrificing people to summon demons, using the monsters they claim to want gone as weapons, and ultimately trying to threaten the world's governments into submission with a nuke that is also a dragon...

So you smack their four generals around, corner their boss in his giant flying fortress, and then when he knows he's done for he tries to launch himself and the heroes into space to kill them all. It mostly fails, in so much as your party escapes the fortress, but the protagonist stays behind like the big damn hero that he is and consequently dies in space... He gets better tho, don't worry.

But then comes the sort of inverted 3rd act twist --instead of all hope being lost and then a reveal saves the day, everything seems like we should be done with the world ending threats and the world should be safe, until it's revealed that it is very much not-- an alternate universe is colliding with this one, and has been the whole time...

What that really means and how that works and how to envision that is left meaningfully abstract. Metaphorically the other world threatens to "devour" theirs, but it's not clear what that consumption even means... The slowly merging realities are actually why those monsters Odessa swore to eradicate had been appearing at all, and as the two alternate realities collide, the shape of the extra dimensional invasion isn't just a flood of monsters, but that the very nature of reality in this other world will come to replace this one.

Also in a cool throw back to the original Wild Arms, in which the extraterrestrial demon invasion the kicks off the game's plot is heralded by the sky cracking and chipping away, when the protag recovers from his whole died-in-space situation, he awakens to a literally unfamiliar, alien sky... a shifting, sloshing, iridescent acid trip looming over a doomed planet.

In fact the terrorist threat that had consumed so much of the heroes efforts until now was part of an elaborate long con by a certain wealthy would-be-hero out to save the world from the existential threat of total annihilation... The same man who recruited your heroes to fight terrorist in the first place.

Convinced that the world governments would be too fickle and petty to set aside their differences and personal interests to combat something as incomprehensible as (another)reality itself, he actually funded the terrorist organization in order to scare the world into cooperation against something much more concrete and straight forward --or, if international cooperation really did prove impossible, then as an owner of the new dictatorial world government, he'd simply make Odessa to save the world for him.

(A Note: The whole thing has strong american cape comic energy running thru it, specifically Watchmen and DC's Crisis on Infinite Earths.)

But then even his Xanatos gambit falls just short of saving the world in the final stages, and he's pushed into a corner. It turns out that even after tricking the nations of the world into allowing him access to harnessing the raw life force of the planet itself, the life force of a planet with a dying ecosystem just isn't enough to contain this hungry eldritch reality. So, in a last ditch effort he turns to the raw energy of creation, the miracle of life itself, to contain the menace and shackle it to a tangible reality in which it can be fought and killed... and so in a prison of otherworldly flesh contained in the belly of the earth itself, you confront the alternate universe in the form of an unborn child, and with his mind speaking thru it he tells you to kill him.

Anyway, yeah, that's you end up in a big red meat room fighting a vaguely angelic baby in an orb.

Immediately the thing that jumps out is, "Hey, that's the Starchild from 2001: A Space Odyssey!" Which is of course, very cool because everyone loves an unnerving weird fetus. But when it comes to JRPGS and weird fetuses, and incomprehensible reality destroying menaces, of course, the first thing to come to mind is Gigyas in Earthbound.

But more over, I really love that --where as, by point of comparison, there have been questionable theories about the layout of the Devil's Machine dungeon map looking like a womb, piggybacking off Giygas's ultrasound looking fetus shadow pattern-- the rest of the boss form surrounding the little Starchild core actually do appear to be modeled off a reproductive system, complete with ovaries and fallopian tubes, even going so far as to include the fimbriae as stylized angelic wings.

And I like the odd little detail that, because most babies develop upside down, the design with the fetus upright seems to have taken that into account by also rotating the reproductive anatomy accordingly? The baby is upright, so the organs are upside down.

Plus, even though it's not how fallopian tubes look in a real body, most anatomical diagram will show them as having this kind of flared arc over and around the ovaries beneath them, but the wings of the Kupier core arc under the two green orbs approximating ovaries. All that just to say that the big metal golden halo structure hanging under the core is technically oriented toward the "top" of the implied anatomy.

Also the game has a whole big subplot about a Christlike martyr --as an extension of the broader themes of heroism, and what it really means to be a hero-- and there is even a moment just before this final dungeon where Irving refers to his sister, the mother carrying this alternate reality made flesh, as "The Madonna of Destruction"... That all being context to support that, although it can be hard to notice or discern meaningful details on, that weird little fetus is definitely wearing what I can only assume is a crown of thorns.(I mean, that or it could be a pair of little devil horns? but I find that a less interesting alternative) Because he was, after all, conceived(although not so immaculately...) so that he could die to save the world.

Also not at all related to any fun themes or anything but I like how there's this big mouth it's seated in, that I only just realized has a "bottom" jaw to it. The top teeth are most noticeable and go around the front and sides, and I always kinda assumed they were a nod to the whole vagina dentata myth, but on a scale and at an angle that would've been imperceptible thru the blur of a CRT, there's definitely 4 little teeth normally hidden by the glare of the little uterus bubble

Oh and I didn't even get into the name itself being named after the Kuiper Belt, the asteroid belt around our real world solarsystem, as a play into some other astronomical terminology the story borrows from; namely the event horizon of a blackhole being referred to as the thing sealing away the mythic evil demon that started the whole world decay thing that makes the setting a desert wasteland in the first place, and became the wrench in the aforementioned plan to harness the planet's life force as a weapon against the parallel universe.(that ancient evil demon is the actual/surprise final boss of the game after this fight, btw...) There's so much more going on just in general, but that doesn't really play into the way this boss mosnters looks or why.

[fruit-salad-ship]

I don’t understand why anyone had a problem with the Rome AU? It’s. It’s fiction. It’s not meant to be historically accurate, that was never the point. What, y’all gonna start coming after every period romance written ever?

I adored Rome AU. It was one of my favorites. It doesn’t have to be anywhere close to accurate, it just has to be fun for you to create. So create more of it if it makes you happy. You deserve that 💖

I would love to, it had a very specific energy, but I got a lot of people correcting me about little details. It puts me off creating anything to do with it despite loving it so much, because I’m just here having fun but people are mad about idk, a dye colour, or some tiny detail about how a social norm was written about or something. Now I hate history, I failed it, every test I ever took I failed horribly, it was my one true subject I just didn’t click with, so having to essentially research a bunch of history stuff before enjoying a mindless hobby topic that’s more about OCs than the setting kind of just sucks! Like a lot!! my adhd hates it haha, I can’t read a sentence without reading it 3-4 times. I just don’t read well, and when I say this people suggest audio books or YouTube videos; no one seems to understand that I truly, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart, I truly cannot focus on historical content. It’s all very important and interesting but just not something I can consume and enjoy? I’m too stupid for it haha!

BUT. I really do miss it, I made the Star Wars AU a reflection of it to escape the history buffs that heckle in the tags, but somehow it doesn’t have the same energy, close but somethings missing.

Either way it IS fiction, I was going to throw some of the old gods and monsters in to try to pull it away from the history aspect, but it was too late by that point, and no doubt someone would have had issues with that too.

Defo one of the greats, I love big wet dog peach who just needs love and patience and gentleness. There was real charm to plum and her calm power, and grey the biggest sweetheart of them all. Idk. Guess it’s done for sadly, but GOD, miss it so much. Just finished with being expected to research something I just want to enjoy for he fun of it yknow? My brain can’t do it hah

I love that it was one of your favs, I hear it a lot, and love that briefly it brought some joy to others!

[the-bloody-sadist]

Hi, it's been a while - I haven't looked at anything bsd related in a while (besides just reading the last chapter of the sinner epilogue) because it's not one of my current fixations, but I wondered if I could hear more from you about emotions? Recently my brain has been rotten by a love of computers and robots and maths and physics and I have been obsessively consuming all versions of I have no mouth and I must scream (have you heard of it? If not, ihnmaims is a short sci-fi story written by Harlan Ellison about an AI, AM, torturing the last 5 humans). The relationship between Ted and AM is fascinating to me, especially in terms of what 'emotions' AM feels towards him, and it reminded me of something that I think you wrote about how intertwined hate and love are - how hate is to care enough about a person to want their suffering and pain (I'm not entirely sure if that was you, forgive me if I'm wrong-). I'll spare you my ramblings about the story itself unless you are interested in hearing more, but I am very curious about your perspective on a being who was created for war, gained sentience and immense power and intelligence but will never be free, will never belong, will never play Mozart on the ivory keys of a fortepiano... a being who cannot feel in a way we can conceive but is driven by hatred, who craves humanity or release yet cannot die, who has no mouth but must scream.

There is a point where AM invades Ted's mind, ramming The Hate Monologue in the form of a steel pillar into his mind - some of the lines in this section make me go a little bit feral - "AM touched me in every way I had ever been touched, and devised new ways, at his leisure, there inside my mind."

It's incredibly intrusive, and for Ted there is no escape from AM - it's physical machinery covers the entire planet and the humans live within it, it's 'belly slaves'. As AM cannot die it keeps them alive, pretty much immortal (but not indestructible) and in the end, Ted too has no mouth though he must scream.

It's a fascinating mix of hatred, envy, deification, love (?), hope, resignation, invasion, co-dependence, wires and viscera that can never mix or understand each other but are the same in every way.

Apologies for the rambling infodump (especially if you have already read it/have absolutely no interest in this sort of thing - this isn't a rec, just my putrefied brain matter leaking into your ask box), I should really be asleep right now so I would not be surprised if this is entirely incomprehensible.... I just want to study them under an electron microscope.... It's a very grim story, with a powerful sense of the indomitable human spirit but very grim nonetheless. The hyperfixation is hyperfixating....

Anyway I should shut up, and I would love to hear your thoughts (I don't even know what I was intending this ask to be .. I can't remember now but I don't think it was .. this..) and thank you for putting up with this mess of a message- hope you have a lovely day/night!

- 🪼

P.S. oh yes! I loved the last chapter of sinner's epilogue- your writing never fails pluck my heartstrings like.. a very strange surgeon (?)(I'm so sorry I am very tired)(I have no brain and I must sleep...) I adore how you write Fyodor's experience of emotion and (as always) Dazai's fear and panic-

Okay listen, I don't plan to get into this story (I've watched essay videos on it so I do know about it, at least), but I respect how much time you took describing this to me in my asks box, so I'm putting it out for anyone else who might find it cool!

Despite my love for psychological trauma, some stories are a certain flavor that I know I shouldn't get into, and IHNMAIMS belongs in that category. Pretty sure if I read it it'll haunt me for the rest of my life and I'll have to deal with a big depressive episode over it for the weeks after, WHICH IS NEVER FUN.

This and other reasons are why I never read A Little Life, and then I learned that I dodged a bullet by putting the book down on the first instance of Jude's cutting episodes, BECAUSE OH MY GOD DUDE THAT STORY DID NOT HANDLE IT THE WAY I NEEDED IT TO BE HANDLED AND I COULD SMELL WHERE THE STORY WAS GONNA GO WITH IT AND TAPPED OUT. I won't get into the frustration of A Little Life but IHNMAIMS felt like it would be that same level of too much grim, not enough plot?? for me. Does that make sense? Too much bad happening just feels like dragging myself through mud without reason, making myself miserable by enduring hours of hurt-no-comfort LMAO

Regardless, thanks for talking to me about it! I knew most of the details of the story, but it was entertaining to read your description of it--I'm glad you find such interest in the story!

ALSO THANKS FOR THE COMPLIMENTS ON THE NEWEST SINNER EPILOGUE, I'M ACTUALLY WRITING YET ANOTHER ONE CURRENTLY...AHAHA....THEY NEVER STOP....we'll see how long it takes me since my writing has been out of touch with me for a while, but fingers crossed! <3

[ineffableducks]

things that are spot on about beelzebub in good omens as someone who worships the demon they're based on

(i'm a demolator which means i worship demons. yes srsly.)

(for complete clarity, i'm going to refer to the entity beelzebub with he/him bc that's how he presents to me as, and refer to the character beelzebub as they/them)

(and if you're going to be mean about demonolatry or my beliefs/experiences then go away)

first of all, demons don't really have consistent genders. beelzebub (entity) presents pretty consistently masculine throughout history, but he can take feminine and androgynous forms and has been recorded to do so. the non binary rep and interpretation is my favourite thing.

some stories go that after jesus descended into hell and subsequently escaped, satan was dethroned as the ruler of hell (this doesn't mean that his power was taken away - just that he doesn't personally manage the demons anymore). the title was then passed onto beelzebub who is referred to consistently as a high ranking demon, specifically as a duke or a prince, among others. i really love how beelzebub is the one running things in hell as grand duke. ppl love to give satan all the attention, and it's not like i'm slandering him, but it's tiring to see big bad cookie cutter satan in EVERY show. beelzebub (GO) is a breath of fresh air.

absolutely commands attention when you're in their space. needs you to know that they are the Lord of the Flies, Supreme Chief of the Empire of Hell, Archdemon of Gluttony, and you cannot make any mistake about it.

the buzzing noises when they talk - absolutely canon.

they both appear in a swarm of flies when you least expect bc they have something to say to u that cannot wait. this is how beelzebub first made his presence known to me. just sent me a swarm of flies. twice. can't say he's ever manifested his form into the swarm but hey.

also if he needs my attention, he sends a single fly to buzz in my room until i find out what he wants. sometimes i forget and try to kill the fly. i never can. the fly harassing gabriel who is unable to kill it is so real in this way.

in the final episode when beelzebub holds the fly on their finger... that has happened to me. a while before GO2 came out, he sent me a fly that did exactly that to me, and then i saw the promo photo of beelzebub (GO) holding the fly and i lost my mind.

afaik beelzebub (entity) and gabriel (entity) are not interested in each other but i could be wrong????? it's definitely not rare for demons and angels to interact.

the packet of crisps... they're a demon associated with gluttony and find it amusing when gabriel says they 'don't have to consume.' also, both appreciate booze.

both enjoy music and give ominous warnings like 'every day, something is getting closer.' like ok.

overall, i like how they were watered down from the first season. yes, they're a demon, but demons are not inherently malevolent. ppl who worship them do not think that they're brimming with evil. they're just entities that have been literally demonised over the years. it was nice to see a morally grey portrayal of beelzebub in season 2 and to have them gain agency and choose something that matters more to them than hell.

Ave Beelzebub and thank u neil gaiman.

[bbeemore]

╰┈➤ LUSCINIA “LUCKY” OPAL - A young girl whose hoping to charm her way off this dead-end island.

Birthdate: November 20th

My bby girl Opal. She’s been cooking in my head for a while and while I haven’t drawn her due to my real world obligations here’s a snippet while I have some free time of her and who she is.

Luscinia “Lucky” Opal is a showgirl who hails from Gyan Island — a tourist trap type Island in the Grand Line. Gyan is a tourist trap in every aspect; overpriced mediocre food, a constant stream of alcohol, and a constant stream of pirates and Marines to spend all their berries there just the same. The centerpiece and main attraction of Gyan is the Latern Casino, where our girl Opal works.

Opal is the daughter of former acclaimed dancer Lolly, whose now jaded and bitter after the death of Opal’s father years ago and her own fading stardom. (Her parents story is essentially the song Copacabana!) Opal has spent all her life in the casino and has spent the last three years as a performer there, dancing in a group with two other girls named Jade and Amber.

Opal’s main dream is to escape Gyan. She doesn’t want to end up like her mother, and doesn’t want to trap her own children there one day. So, she uses her charm to charm the berries right out of pockets and purses of the gamblers and drunks who come into the casino to save up and hopefully buy a ride right off of Gyan! Under all those smiles and charms she really is a big softie at heart though. When a rowdy group of young pirates come stumbling in however, maybe she can find a ride off free of cost? This is, if she can escape the watchful eye of the pirate crew whose running the casino. What’s a girl to do?

Opal has consumed a devil fruit! The Prism-Prism fruit! The basic concept is that the user of this fruit becomes a Prism-Human, capable of controlling the wavelengths of light/color through their own body. One quirk of this is Opal does not have a shadow due to her body acting as a prism. She can use this to create some sparkling or dazzling displays, or even create a few illusions if she can control it well enough. Opal cannot however ‘attack’ people with beams of light like other light based fruits. This fruit is all about being creative and thinking on your toes!

(Here she is phew)

(This mood board is more of her pre-time skip aesthetic. This girl really just wants some friends and freedom. I imagine she initially approached the straw hats to strictly soak up their berries for that escape fund but those freaks got her attention too well and she ended up saving them from some hustlers who wanted to do the same she was gonna do 😭 I love talking about her anyway thanks)

[deadrayg2mf]

Dead Ray's Comfort Series: The Monstrous Series by Lily Mayne

My goal is to be coherent in this review but I've yet to string together a solid readable sentence yet in all the attempts I've made to recommend it to all my pals because I am simply so fucking in love with this series. I love it so much I cannot think straight (pun intended). I'm not going to go over the plot as this is a seven book series with one novella and one short story anthology so far but I am going to rave about it, I'll give my general feelings on it, and I'll rank the books based on how much I liked each.

First of all, this is one of those series where I got to the end of the first book and just kept reading and rereading the last few paragraphs because I did not want it to end, and then, once I did, I sat there lost and feeling as though I had gone through an experience that I will never get to relive for the first time again. I even knew I had more books in the series to read and my first thought was still "What do I do now? Where do I go from here? How do I move on?"

I read one book of the series per day until I got to the final one, Lor, where I tried to pace myself to keep the high running for as long as possible. That's why it's taken me so long to get this out is because I refused to do so until I had consumed it entirely.

The world of this series is insane and amazing and fantastically horrifying and lovely all at the same time. A world where interdimensional rifts opened up and terrifying monsters streamed through and started slaughtering the world's population. Now humans are stuck living in military controlled cities where they can work for almost nothing, join the military or are left to fight for themselves out in The Wastes should they chose to leave.

Then there's the monsters, both the absolute nightmare fuel animalistic ones and the more human ones. Wyn is my favorite, from the very beginning and through the very end. Wyn is the best monster and his and Danny's story have my entire heart.

Lily Mayne is a phenomenal writer; she has snuck up on me and planted herself at #1 when it comes to authors (across all genres) I adore. Her perfectly balanced plots with just the right amounts of drama, comedy, and angst come with characters who are loveable and fall across a wide range of personalities. The plot never feels bogged down by too much happening at once and I love that it doesn't feel like the problems that arise have to have life-altering batshit insane solutions... Sometimes when you get kidnapped by a cult you just happen to be able to escape thanks to a disgruntled cult member and then sometimes your half-monster boyfriend sees the perfect chance to thrash your kidnapper in order to free you. As I sit here typing, I'm realizing what I like so much is they are big problems, complicated ones too, but they come with fairly uncomplicated and easy to accomplish fixes which means the story really can focus on the romance and these parts just add to the building of the relationships between the characters.

Okay, I'm starting to lose focus the more I think about them so my closing thoughts are: Holy shit I love this series so much, I immediately bought the physical copies of everything and I plan to spend my time between other books and the release of Lyri (hopefully in December) annotating them, perhaps I will share highlights of my favorite bits on here as I go through them again. Please Please Please Please Please, I will get on my knees, I will do anything if you read this series, I promise more than anything that these books are worth it. 10/10

And as promised, here is my ranking: note, the lower on the ranking doesn't mean I don't recommend it, it just means that these first four were ones I literally almost could not move on from, I will never get over them - but all of these books are stellar and the entire series should be read...

#1. Soul Eater (Wyn and Danny forever and ever, perhaps it's because they were the first ones but goddamn I can't move on from how much I love them and am so grateful they show up so frequently)

#2. Wyn (the novella between books three and four; it's Wyn and Danny so of course it's ranked second)

#3. Moth (Charlie and Moth giving some enemies to lovers vibesss)

#4. The Rycke (hjrfjkdwjkdjklew I am so fucking soft for Aury and Ghost ahhhhhhhhhh they are two precious beanssss)

#5. Lor (It strayed from the main group I had grown accustomed to but god Jugs and Lor are just so good, and it hurt my heart so much, and then it healed it, and it was just ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡)

#6. Seraph (Seraph has got to be the most monstrous love interest I've read about in any series and I adore him and his grumpy little Lilac fighting the odds and everyone around them to be together)

#7. Gloam (RIIIIGGGGG he's such a sweet little puppy and he will literally do anything, anything for Gloam who would do the same)

#8. Edin (Talk about a black cat and golden retriever pairing with Hunter and Edin, these two really make it work, and I hope Charlie did teach Edin the term size queen)

Would I read again? I plan to, I will be annotating these books and they are my treasured possessions now.

Would I recommend? What do I need to do to get this book in your hands right now? I'll do it. I think these are nothing short of a must read!

[deathsangel-eva]

FINALLY CHFNFJ omg finally I made a ref sheet I don't totally hate,,,

Anyways- this is mah rot-cat o from Rain World bapie The Possessed😳✨ hope ya like it and dhdhdh

Nothing

A little more informations about it! :))

-It can have multiple tentacles depending on the situation; the most common view of it is with only two tentacles tho :))

-has an emotionless stare; you don't really know what is going on in that head of its buuuuuut the two usual thing are either "Consume" or just "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

-Yes, it is in constant pain :) like a balance between the Dll consuming Paisley but at the same time not that much to get Paisley to """""die""""""

-the only "visible emotions" are pain, sadness and anger just cause in all of these some strange tears come out of its big round white eye

-fusing with a Dll, sadly, Paisley lost all his abilities to communicate, actually loosing completely his mouth

-The possessed is sneaky af thanks not only to its dll abilities, but also to it's silent attitude (that means that it could jumpscare you like there's no tomorrow :))

-Paisley's soft and warm paws, after the incident, became sharp, strong and colder claws but beneath the black coverage of the fusion, his original colors can be, very barely, seen

-Possessed is like a trashcan, it can absorb and devour literally a N Y T h i n g- dead or alive, it doesn't matter. With no mouth, it eats by using dll's part that cartoonishly and terrifyingly become like a giant mouth for it to incorporate its pray in to digest them :))))

-Its movements are restricted, mostly due to the weight gain from the dll mass plus the latter blocking its longer and bigger movements; so, it cannot do long jumps and all, but can use the tentacles to reach up its objective and make even more complicated movements

-The possessed can produce, tot times, Dll's cells that it use to either "Froze kill" (technically paralysing in a sorta of coma or uhm putting creatures in a state of apparent death to escape more easily) and from that it can kinda choose between leave them like that(ultimately ""killing"" the creature) or rather "zombify" them to create its arm- I MEAN- to make lovely companions to spend time with :)) 💙✨

And last but not for importance!

-It can kinda return "normal"; Paisley can sorta take control again on his body while the Dll's parts regroup on his bandana(being pure organic fabric the Dll can use it as a "body substitute" for a limited time that can vary; the two end of the bandana can transmute into tentacles). This process is extremely painful and heartbreaking just like the "transformation" back to The Possessed and Paisley is absolutely terrified of both suffer that much and becoming again that- that monster he's cursed to be.

-When The Possessed come back after that kind of transformation is always a hell lot H u n g r y so, better not be nearby! :)) 👌✨

I think that's all for now! I hope y'all like it and, to the next post uwu✨💜💜

[butterbabyflapjack]

Hey again 👋

I’m not fussed but I’d be happy if you picked any one from: Ghost, Creighton, Pate, Geto or Hannibal

Very flattered and grateful that you read my ask and for your condolences, big fan of your work 🫡

♥️♥️

Here's some Creighton for you love 💕

“Have I taken your heart, after all?”

Ice eyes stare at you; cobalt blue. You see that ice gaze first, before anything. Standing tall within the dark. Glowing from the shadows of his helm. All else hidden behind his mask, guarded by steel collecting scars like those you can’t see behind it. But he cannot hide his gaze. Not from you, not from anyone. Can’t hide what lingers there, burning bright around blue edges.

This is a dream, you tell yourself. He’s not really here, crowding in around you, pulling you into him, his nearness stifling. His presence speeding your heart, making it hard to breathe.

This is a dream. That’s why you’re not afraid. That’s why you long for him.

A stupid, silly dream.

There’s a misery in his touch as he watches you, so close yet so very far away. Even through the chill of chainmail fingers, you feel it. Feel its searching, yearning for your warmth to thaw it through.

Even in a dream, you try to stumble back from him. And even in a dream, he resists you pushing him away.

His unforgiving hands take your wrists, your waist, your neck – forcing you into him, directing your gaze to his. Holding you ransom.

“You haven’t taken anything,” you insist, steeling your jaw as best you can up at him.

He watches you so closely, blue eyes passing over yours. Searching. Delving through wavering, uncertain depths.

You’re both hiding things.

“Do you hope, if you say a thing enough,” he murmurs, “that its echoes will transform a lie to truth?”

“I’m not lying.”

“You're the only one lying.”

His armored thumb skims your cheek.

“But I won’t let you leave here. Won’t allow you any semblance of peace before telling me what’s true.”

Confliction weighs your gaze as your presence shrinks beneath him. As his intensity feels to swallow you whole, consuming all your shattered pieces.

This is a dream. It doesn’t matter what you say.

This is a dream. You can lie if you’d like to.

Can he really keep you from waking should you deny him this?

You stand on tipped toes to kiss the iron of his helm; the iron where his lips would be. And the second you do, the dream falls away, consciousness finding you.

You’re alone by your fire. Embers crackling in the dark. Alone. Safe. Without him; that madman who has and will hunt you down.

Sighing, you shift upon your makeshift bed. Curling your arms about your knees as you stare into the flame. Some ghost of what relief should feel like whispering over you, to’ve merely escaped a dream. And yet you’re forced to shove aside some unraveling piece of you that longs to fall asleep again.

[josephseedismyfather]

(WIP) Music Monday

I was tagged by @inafieldofdaisies for today's post! Thank you friend! 🥰

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

Afflicted.

Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right At the right place and right time, maybe tonight And the whisper or handshake sending a sign Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light When she walked in, he froze up, believe its the fright

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak An escape is just a nod and a casual wave Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

It's only just a crush, it'll go away It's just like all the others it'll go away Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know You pray it all away but it continues to grow

I want to hold you close Skin pressed against me tight Lie still, and close your eyes girl So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close Soft breasts, beating heart As I whisper in your ear I want to fucking tear you apart

Then he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passed And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do 'Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school But their lips met, and reservations started to pass Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last

Either way he wanted her and this was bad He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy Now a little crush turned into a like And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her

I want to hold you close Skin pressed against me tight Lie still, and close your eyes girl So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close Soft breasts, beating heart As I whisper in your ear I want to fucking tear you apart

Parenesis.

Lay where you're laying Don't make a sound I know they're watching They're watching

All the commotion The kiddie-like play Has people talking They're talking

You Your sex is on fire

The dark of the alley The breaking of day Head while I'm driving I'm driving

Soft lips are open Them knuckles are pale Feels like you're dying You're dying

You Your sex is on fire

Consumed With what's just transpired

Hot as a fever Rattling bones I could just taste it Chased it

But it's not forever But it's just tonight Oh, we're still the greatest The greatest The greatest

Untitled John WIP.

Come down to my house Stick a stone in your mouth You can always pull outIf you like it too much

Make a whole new religion A falling star that you cannot live without And I'll feed your obsessions Now there'll be nothing but this thing That you'll never doubt

A hit is hard to resist And I never have missed I can take you outWith just a flick of my wrist

Make a whole new religion A falling star that you cannot live without And I'll feed your obsessions There is nothing but this thing That you'll never doubt This thing you'll never doubt

It'll feed your obsessions The falling star that you cannot live without I will be your religion This thing you'll never doubt You're not the only one You're not the only one

Bow down to me Bow down to me Bow down to me Bow down to me Bow down to me Bow down to me Bow down to me

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