#kiss your forehead if you are a deciple

[mamaclownhunter]

@lukahhhhhhhh leaving this in the tags

Because YEAH sometimes you throw shit in a story that ends up making sense!!!!

As a writer I will just say something in my story bc it makes sense and then someone else will be like ‘oh!!! That is so smart!!! Bc-“ and they will say something like you just did and I as the author am like “yep!!! You totally got it!!!” (sweating bc I didn’t intend that but that is way cooler then the original intent)

But also!!! He is a human! A bulliable cannon fodder!!! Why would his favorite character be flirting? With him? Nah.

Which also makes sense for this little hamster man munching on melon seeds. Why does Mobei see him as strong? Strong enough to be a match for him?

(Plus he never wrote Mobei with a love interest he never wrote Mobei with someone for readers to ogle or demand or. Be upset that he had the spot light, maybe privately he wished Mobei had someone who loved him- but that was for him not the readers.)

But as a personally preference- I adore oblivious accidentally is Queen Now SQH who is angrily stoping through the northern territories running house and no one wants to fuck with him. Originally bc of Mobei- only to realize SQH may not be physically imposing (he is still a cultivator but still not the strongest)- but because he somehow knows you. He knows your thoughts somehow and what you are going to do.

SQH being badass but in his own demon specific terrifying way that has Mobei Jun preening.

It is ok. SQH will come to him on his own time. He is more then happy sitting back and watching him shake a demon for fucking with his reports screeching bloody murder.

Also hc SQH likes working in the northern territories bc he has 40 years of stress and anger to work through and the demons aren’t humans who respond to someone cursing them out by making his life harder- plus again- scary ice king will just kill you if you have a problem. Plus SQH isn’t being abusive, he isn’t screaming just because- there is a reason and he just can show it.

He is Gordan Ramsey of accounting

As a writer- I am turning SQH in my head like a rotisserie chicken.

He has a golden core but his spiritual presence is very weak (this makes for great spy work as he can move undetected)

He has a very short temper but fucking has killer customer service

This man can fucking multitask he has machinations on schemes on tasks and he is fucking good

While SQ has a better handle on the lore SQH made the world- idk if you ever world built before but even if you can’t pull it out of the top of your head it is there and I have a really fucking funny idea that like some times SQH BS’ stuff like he will be like “idk there is probably a “purple dragon fang” flower that like- makes you wanna bite people in this area- and sure enough there is bc SQH thought of it and it is his world.

SQH fucking knows his people- so funny he forgets demon cultures but that is what SQ is for (I love LBH pointing out MBJ’s crush but LBH was raised by human and goes to humans for advise on flirting with SQ so I don’t think he instinctively knows Demon’s courting rules- but MR I know fucking all the lore and how demons flirt bc that was Sha Hualing’s plot device to introduce Meng mo and also wife 20-29# Erica- plus he is a gossip monger- he knows all the details and knows MBJ is married to SQH and he is such an asshole he only tells LBH so he can keep getting updates for his husband to see)

LBH is the hero- but SQH is the creator. While he can’t beat LBH through brute force he has the ability to get around the plot armor. After all- all stories need the hero to be beat every once in a while! He can’t outright kill LBH but he does know all weaknesses and limits. That is his son

While the human realm (outside his disciples who are much more cut throat now bc of him) doesn’t really see the appeal of- demons are fucking intimidated by the King of the North’s consort. SQH made a fucking name for himself ordering demons, being untouchable outside consort SQ. But he is nasty and fierce and since they are demons SQH doesn’t feel as bad lashing out (not physically)

SQH knows his characters too. Mostly canon but I love that idea that to an outsider SQH knowing your name before anyone tells him is a red flag he has his invisible fingers in your pie- no one knows how he is so successful ofc (weak core) but no if he really knows someone by face it is bc he spent a week screaming in a pillow coming up with a voice and thought process.

The world of PIDW/SV is a complex beautiful world- per SY SQH is fucking talented but he had to eat- the man can tell and weave a story like a champion if put on the spot, he could be a DM. But SQH is very cautious bc he doesn’t know if he can accidentally make stuff

He doesn’t write much anymore which sucks bc that is a huge comping mechanism and reliever before it became his biggest stresser

That being said when he does realize he is a queen and has some time off- he writes again. For himself. For Mobei, never for SY but he gets copies all the same. But since he isn’t worried about food or money any more… he writes what he wants and lets that talent flow. He is annoyed the RPF is still popular smut but SQH had insane complex beautiful mysteries and fascinating war.

He brought up ripping off Harry Potter but make it gay and no fucking golden snitch. SQ fans himself and says “knowing you it will be done in three days I will be happy to read.”

He still writes shitting porn even after he loses his v card.

But his other works are inspired and SQ is furious he could have had this as a story and not PIDW how DARE YOU

sQH refuses to write anything for the PIDW/Sv world. All his books take place somewhere else- in the “future”- fantasy- just not in this world so he doesn’t add more to their crazy world

I have more but I am so tired

[sonxfdoom]

T H E  R I T U A L  I S  H E R E .

“ Oh great lord above, please heed our whispered calls on this night into he darkest of times. The chimes of the toiling bell and the sight of spilled blood from the spawn of the enemy you have looked for, for so long. The moon shining through the clouds and the darkness which surrounds us on this cloudy night. 

Khaos, I beg of you. 

Please accept our offering, and our holy grace to bring about the Age of Enlightenment ever so faster. ”

Obviously we can’t celebrate Gohan’s rebirth without mentioning his death. What kind of people are you. How rood. 

This is for the amazing 5/8, the day Gohan died to Buu! Isn’t that grand?  Of course it is! What better way to celebrate then death tho, right? Of course not! Death is the best answer. 

Please enjoy this lovely contribution!  I hope you all have a wonderful day! Do make sure to keep what’s below in mind too.

Fate is as fickle as a dream. Sometimes fantasy mixes in with reality to a frighteningly close line. A line that soon gets destroyed. Make a decision, but think about if that decision really matters, or if it is even really happening at all.

Trigger warnings for: Child abuse, Talks of religious faith (made up), Religious mentions (made up), Assault, Death, Gore, Descriptions of Assault and Violence, Tasers, Electrocution, Bludgeoning to death, Head trauma, Fire

The books within the Holy Man’s hands were soon set onto the ground behind his person, beckoning his hand forward- bringing forth two children. “We offer to you a sample of what is to come. Please graciously accept it.” The two children set down handfuls of hair, and a ring finger from the hybrid handcuffed to the pole. The bloodstained hands were grasped by the Holy Man, who then spoke a prayer under his breath, and released the children to go back to the group. 

One child stood alone, having their hands grasped by the others in the group with a luck of pride on their face, while the other returned to his parents who gave him a supportive hug and kisses on his grime stained forehead. Truly an achievement of the highest caliber. The small pile was soon lit with the flames that one of the Holy Man’s assistants held in their grasp, releasing a disgusting stench in the air of burning hair, grease and sugar left in a pot for too long. Most of the people did not mind- most of them lived in filth and the grueling disgust of the streets. Many of said people having to live in the rubble of destroyed buildings, or consuming the people on the streets that had been killed by uncontrollable forces and had yet to be cleaned up yet.  The people were desperate. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

The boy tied to the pole cried and gagged at the stench. There was barely any air left for him to breathe. A constant downpour of blood left his mouth, and his wheezing was only amplified by his broken ribs and his nearly bit off tongue. What had he done? He could make amends- he really could do it! Why did they have to resort to this?

“We sacrifice the child in the name of Khaos and their holy deciples. The boy’s flesh being consumed by the flames, as well as devour the spirit of Dasos and his forest he resides within. The death of a god shall bring forth the urgency needed in these times and the Age of Enlightenment will soon be upon us.”

“Wait. Child?” A lone man had stumbled forward, question leaving his mouth as dulled green eyes looked at the Holy Man’s face. The hat on his head was askew, and he seemed jittery. Nervous. Scared.

The Holy Man held no compassion for the follower however, a scoff escaping his frame as he looked at the man in his way. “What nonsense comes out of your mouth Ishnail? Of course he is a child. What else could he be? Unless he is a retard there is no possible reason as to why he would do nothing but scamper around and bring his father back- a doe away from his disgusting tyrant of a father and brain-dead harlot of a mother.”

Ishnail seemed taken aback, as well as quite a few others in the crowd. “B-But he’s a child? I thought- but he’s-” The overweight man fell to his knees, retching while sweat started to form and drip off his face. “But- I thought- he is- I was.... I was thinking- I was going to- Oh Khaos  was going to-” Vomit poured out from his mouth before he could finish that train of thought, a quarter of the group running away from the scene to scrub away the filth and shame they felt on themselves- they had beaten a child! They were going to kill a child! The Holy Man looked off in disgust. 

“What daft folks. Are you all blind? Does age matter when it comes to terrible acts? What a stupid question to ask.” A fist struck down on the larger man’s head, sending him face-first into his own vomit.

A wave of nausea ran through Ishnail, but he slowly raised his head up to gaze at the religious leader. “You’re really going to kill a kid? A man that’s so determined to save the majority, and cares so much about the younger ones that he has under his care? The supposed ‘branches of the future’?”

“A freak is still a freak nonetheless. What is one life compared to millions?” A foot planted itself on the back of the man’s head, once again setting the soul into his own upchucked meal. “What fool would want a world to suffer for their own individual wants? The same who are selfish and greedy, and spend their time in solitude for their own self gain. What thoughts and actions would you have done if he was not a child? Simply disgusting.”

“Kill him!” “Relinquish his sins to the fires!”

“It seems your hate has been chosen for you, disgusting retch. The life shall leave you and your corpse shall be set ablaze to be enlightened in truth.” The Holy Man spoke no more in favor of slamming the man into the dirt and ceasing to relent when the soul beneath was struggling for air. A person took care to stand on the back of Ishnail’s hands and back, the boy still tied up looking upon in horror as the panicked movements of the man seemed to slow down, and then stop entirely.

“What a shame. The sins of a man only able to be cleansed through holy sacrifice.”

The boy sat in silence, tears streaming down his face while sitting in his own pity, blood, tears and regret. He couldn’t even speak anymore; it hurt too much.All he could do was cry and cry and cry.

“Simply deplorable.” “What a disgusting man.” “I’m glad he’s gone.” “Devious pig.”

A single clap sent a wave of silence over the crowd, and the Holy Man regained everyone’s attention near instantly with the lighting of a second torch. “I believe now we have gotten rid of the liars and cowards. Now is the time for the sins to be lit with the flames of-”

“You wanna shut yourself up right then and there?”  A single miss spoke up, mask over her mouth and pink bandanna to her neck. The jacket on her arms nearly catching on the twigs of the tree she had jumped out of- landing on the now deceased man with a sickening crack of his spine. “You’re not killing the kid.”

“I’m not letting you do it either.” Another miss, this one with pink hair and a jacket that covered nothing below her midriff landed on the ground nearby, looking back at the boy with a smile and a thumbs up. “I’ll get you outta here. Promise.”

"You realize what you have done, correct?”

The shorter of the two, the one that so graciously broke the spine of a dead man, stepped forward and grabbed the Holy Man by his collar. “I don’t give a single shit what I did. I’m leaving with the kid.”

“I don’t believe you will.” A taser was pulled from the pocket of the Holy Man’s robes, and shoved it forcefully into the girl’s stomach. There was a screech in pain, although her hands slowly shifted up to strangle the man in her grasp. “Fuck you.” Edgliette chocked out, eyes shifting into a hard glare at the sleazy bastard in her face.

A follower meanwhile, having come prepared for an upcoming intrusion, had reared a baseball bat behind the other girl, who was trying to figure out what injuries the boy had so she wouldn’t kill him upon release. “You’re gunna be alright. Don’t look so panicked- are you in a lot of pain? You’re gunna be okay.  You’re gunna be oka-”

A single crack echoed into the air, and the bloodstained bodies watched as the girl fell to the ground with a caved in skull to the grass at the boys feet. A cough and gurgles escaping the boy from the sight that he had just had to bare witness to, and Edgliette stopped her onslaught to turn towards the sound.  “You fucking didn’t. You fucking didn’t.”

The Holy Man took the opportunity to stab the taser into the opposing girl’s neck, sending spasms down her spine and sending the girl to the ground without much trouble. “My my, it seems our dear ladies have fallen in the most ungraceful ways. Do not fret. The fires will bring enlightenment to your souls.”

“S-Suck a dick. J-Jus’ fuckin kill m-m-me if yer gunna le’ me suffer.”

“It’s a wonder you can still talk. Are you perhaps, more than you seem? It’s a shame we’ll never find out.” A snap of the fingers and the batter was poised to strike the other girl that dare interrupt such a holy event.

“You knew we were comin’, didn’ ya.” A statement, she had nothing else to say after that.

The man chuckled, signalling the hand to strike her down, and so the batter did graciously. Blood and brains spilled out from her skull, bat bending to the force and releasing a harsh ‘dammit!’ from the batter. 

“Yes. Yes we did. You did excellent Marsh. Very wonderful. Khaos would be proud.”

The batter bowed thankfully, running back into the crowd and with another snap of the fingers one of the many had lit another torch for the Holy Man. “No more interruptions?”

“Certainly no more. Now, son of Doom, what are your last words before your body is given to the gods in the name of sacrifice and prayer?” The boy looked over at the crowd, and then the fire, and then the bell above him. He had run out of tears to cry. He had barely any life left in him to speak.

“‘M sorry.”

“And your sorrow is what shall lead for you to be forgiven when you’re body is burned and your soul is released. Your acceptance is welcomed with open arms in Khaos’s light.”

The torch is tossed to the grass around the child’s legs, lighting it instantly and soon creating a ring of fire around the sacrifice. “Shall I cut the cord?”

“Most certainly.”

A single follower snaked his way around the fire, to the back where a single knot sit tied to the pole. A swing of the cleaver soon relinquished the role and sent the bell from above crashing into the child’s skull and sending a loud chime to ring through the trees.  A scream escaped the hybrid for just a few seconds, soon replaced by gurgling, and the sight of brain matter leaking from the bottom of the metal as the body remained ever so limp and dead.

“On the count of three, light the torches and toss them as far into the wild as you can! Leave no spot untouched!”

The torches were soon lit within the hands of the followers, and then chucked into the endless greenery of the forest that they rested in. Smoke flooded the area, embers of reds and oranges flooding the views of them all as they run back towards the city they reside in.

The bodies did not move, and they could not move in the slightest.  The fires licked at the corpses, and the forest they resided in.

Bright lights lit the night sky, and the townspeople had cheered and gasped in awe at the sight. Perhaps Khaos was coming sooner than they thought!

A single eye escaped into the stars above. The plan had failed.