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cinnbar-bun · 1 year ago

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Masochism Tango- Corazon x Reader

Summary: He loves how you can inflict such tortuous pain onto him.

Notes: Flowery, metaphorical, masochistic. Corazon just loves getting violent. Please avoid if these are not your cup of tea.

Words: 779 words

Rating: NSFW - it’s more metaphorical and flowery but it’s still lemony.

He loves. He loves you with all his heart. His heart that beats, quivers, jumps, aches, and bleeds for you. He loves you like you’re his lifeline. He loves you in a way that he cannot describe fully- only able to say that it’s painful.

To him, loving you is a pain. You kill him, beat down every last ounce of rebellion or argument within him. He’s your helpless victim, a willing volunteer to your ministrations.

He just can’t help it. You make his heart beat and go crazy. You make him desire the opportunity to be crushed at your feet. You make him wish for you to beat him black and blue, make him a bloody mess, make him beg for mercy as you break him to pieces.

“Mi corazon…” he breathlessly whimpers, tied up and bound by the leather belts restraining him to the bedpost. You both know he could easily snap them off, but he enjoys this too much. He enjoys how you can make him yearn for such carnal pleasure. He adores how you change from his loving spouse to his cruel muse, all because of his pleading.

“Dogs don’t speak,” you reply, and he grins widely at how much he loves when you degrade him like that.

On the outside, he acts uncaring. He plays the part of your silent guard dog. He hates children. Heck, he hates you. Despises you, in fact.

It’s obvious, with the way his eyes sternly lock with yours as you dance for the entertainment of others. Viola dances too- but he’s never looking at her in such a way. You bite down on a rose, and he clenches his fist. It’s clear he hates you. He can’t even fumble for his lighter properly when he looks at you. His eyes are glued to you, lighting with a fury of a thousand suns.

The others wonder why he bothers with you if he hates you this much.

Probably a masochist, that one, they think about you.

It’s clear that Corazon, for some reason, refuses to let you be with others despite his lack of love for you. That sadism and cruelty must run in the family.

But then he closes the door, sheds his fur mantle and drops to his knees to apologize, worship, and adorn you with his kisses. His eyes softly fluttering as they seem to beg once more for an encore of the performance you two played together yesterday.

It’s a pathetic display, one he’s shamefully reveling in as he pleads for another opportunity to be at your mercy. How he wishes you could devour his body and soul and have the two of you be connected forever- perhaps that would stop the enjoyable pain he gets from loving you. Perhaps it could make him reach the highest peaks of heaven, where he and you simply become one. One being. One thought. One heart.

How he wishes for it. The heavy ache he feels for you makes him struggle to breathe, along with your hand clamped around his throat. He knows you’re careful not to break his windpipe, having studied the correct position for this, but a thought in his mind drifts to how it would feel if you just crushed his voice, making him unable to scream again. Oh, how lovely it would be to have you take his breath and voice from him.

When you whip him, stab him, cut him, slice him, use him as your ashtray, he can’t help but moan and groan through the pain- nowhere near as excruciating as the way his heart pounds for you.

Your nails claw his back and he shivers at the fact these marks will reflect back when he looks in the mirror. Your voice hurls insult after insult, degrading term after degrading term, and pure venom. His ears can’t help but be entranced with how your voice is louder, harder, and dangerous.

You two are so different in public, and he loves when he’s alone with you, how he can simply remove those faux lies about himself and just submit to your ruling completely. How he can love you the way he’s always wanted to have been loved- painfully. And you’re his perfect partner in this bloody dance the two of you have decided to partake in.

There’s no one else he’d rather have been stepped on, shaken, or dragged by, other than you. His heart weeps and screams for you, the only one worthy of it in this damn hell. He can only heave happily as you remove the gag from his mouth and kiss his cheek, softly apologizing for the rough treatment.

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece oneshots #one piece smut #smut #corazon #corazon x reader #donquixote rosinante #rosinante corazon #one piece rosinante #rosinante x reader #x reader

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myseungsunglove · 9 months ago

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Eternity in Your Eyes | Ksm

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Warnings: Nothing but fluff and intense feelings here

Word Count: 600 words

𖠫Summary: You never thought this day would come, but here you are at the first day of the rest of your life.

✎A/N✎: This started out as just me admiring Seungmin’s piercing stare and beautiful eyes. It morphed into something even more intense, but I feel incredible beautiful. This was very self indulgent I’m in love with it, but it seems like no one else may. *hides*

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「© March 6, 2024 by myseungsunglove」

The way he looks at you. It’s like he is scrutinizing every detail in a single analyzing glance. The glance isn’t fleeting. No,it lasts for what feels like an eternity as all the air is seemingly sucked from the room and your lungs. The only way you could hope to breathe anew is to press your lips to his, and cling to him like he is your only lifeline. Your only hope for survival. His stare alone makes you feel all that.

Imagine the utter devastation, the complete and total ruin, a single touch would bring upon your heart in this moment. You imagine how your world would shift, no crumble if your lips were to meet now. A single spark and your life would change forever. Obliterated. Laid bare and reduced to a shadowy wasteland, remnants of what you once recognized or understood. It would be replaced with a sureness, a certainty, that Kim Seungmin is everything you need. He is everything you want. You know all of this to be true. He looks at you with his piercing stare, as if his singular goal is devour you whole. You hope he does, devour you. For at least then you’d full understand what it truly means to be satisfied, made whole by the thought that someone wants you and only you. Not just someone. Kim Seungmin.

He closes the gap between you as if he too can feel the urgency, the need in the moment. His hand heavy on your hip, the other light as a feather on your cheek, the people around you forgotten as he finds himself as lost in you as you are in him.

His lips meet yours and the kiss is softer than you anticipate, yet your soul is immediately set ablaze. He wraps his arm around your waist, the sound of the people around you drowned out, as he pulls you flush against him. With a content sigh, he deepens the kiss, like you were exactly the air that he needed. You can feel it in the way his lips move against yours, the way his hand reverently holds your face.

And just like that, your world combusts, but instead of a barren wasteland, you’re filled with a sense of longing and desire. You feel as though you are blossoming beneath his touch. You realize that you don’t have to be destroyed to be made whole. Kim Seungmin would never destroy you, not with any malicious intent. No, that gaze, you understand is one of complete devotion as he worships you with each kiss.

“I love you,” he breathes against your lips. “I always have,” he confesses, staring into your eyes so intensely you almost look away. You don’t because within his eyes, the kindest, deepest level of love and devotion can be found. It’s intense to be sure, it sets your heart on fire, but that fire will not consume you alone but the both of you and create something entirely new, something altogether wonderful.

“I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Kim Seungmin.”

A tear slides down your pink cheek, and Seungmin presses his soft lips against the offending wetness. More tears join at the tender gesture and you take a deep breath, a small sob escaping you unexpectedly.

“I love you, Kim Seungmin.”

“I’m yours from now until forever, Mrs Kim,” he whispers to you, as you turn to face your friends and family.

“Eternity,” you whisper and he smiles at you, and it’s the brightest, most beautiful image you have ever seen.

Your beautiful husband, Kim Seungmin.

#seungmin #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin fanfiction #seungmin fluff #seungmin drabble #stray kids x reader #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin drabbles

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lifenconcepts · 13 days ago

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I wanna play doctor, no - be one! I wanna fly across the sky wether it be my wings or a plane. I wanna obtain every single miracle associated with Christmas, and cover my home in lights of warmth and comfort. Studying local wildlife and the animals to reconnect to them once again. To turn into a beast that your mind can’t comprehend. To handle the weather and temperature like a tardigrade. To destroy my reputation and sign out freely like an untamed animal of the wild. Devour your flesh and contact with the gods like a chosen one of the stars. To be immortal and withstand any pain. Hurry towards the edge of the world and see what lives beyond it. Taste colours that will make shrimps jealous. Hear the whimpers of the chefs in the cosmos who demand their hands make meals of pure feeling and sensations. Roar alongside the predators of the jungle. Purr in the dens of the prey. I’m never going to be the same but that doesn’t mean I should demand to try be different, I will forever and of course be happy. I’ll taste the products of nature. I’ll accept the gifts of my future and past. I’ll rain down from the skies. I’ll cry with the cold warmth in the flowers of spring and dance in the hugs of autumn’s winds. I’ll lay within the fields and let moss and hay take away the body I grew to tolerate. The ocean and sea will forever be in my hands. An embrace of rain and nectar to tickle my throat. I’ll embody your nightmares and desires, from the things you craved ever since childhood and the joyful memories that made you weep, even then - you’ll be afraid of the rain before you see me as a threat. Don’t go flying off cliffs because I have long done it, friend. Melting towards a sight of godliness and memories of your young past, a soul as sweet as mine to be burning up with the river’s currents and curses of a long abandoned god to weep in its lingering glory. As soon as madness goes, so do the beautiful recollections of what you once held to appreciate. Flattery and torture, robbery and torture, these are the things that’ll whisper slowly through your ears. Fingerprints among your lips and glass covering your pupil, truly, believe you are gone if you wish to see spark in the vast warmth circling you and I. You see my voice yet i hear your visions. Do a think and may it hurt, my love, you and I shall never forget. I’ve rented out a place in my heart and the tenants left rubbish in it. The forest won’t be as kind to you as it welcomes me. Fear what’s to come. Fear vulnerability. My friend, are you scared? Why do you fear me? I love your gaze as you watch the spirals thread their way through millennia. The distance space and close proximity is making my chords chime with a beat. I’ll wrap my form around your whispering nerves, the blood that can’t ever weep through your soul again. Hear the music, it’s indefinite screams trying to calm and hurt. The goal is not to maim and control, the sights will befall you in tunes of hymn. A darkness is coming, for your beating light. Take these words and seek out your heart, your fight, your weaning strength. A pure melting flavour that spreads across your tongue. Tremble and scream, it won’t befall you any longer. The world keeps me sweetly changing, and I’ll find you again in the next chapter of our journey, follow the cats’ whiskers, the blood of a hundred men, and the ramblings of a lonely drunk man - you’ll find me. Somewhere between that. Time will settle.

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autisticsupervillain · 8 months ago

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It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Alucard vs Alastor!

Conditions:

Alucard does not have Schrodinger. Alastor as of Season 1. Speed Equalized.

Scenario:

After D.H.O.R.K.S finds definitive proof that hell is real and demons exist, the Hellsing Organization decides to take preemptive measures to prevent a full scale invasion by send Alucard down to tear the place up.

Analysis: Alucard

Vampires. Some of the oldest monsters dreamed up by mankind. Ever since Bram Stroker's classical novel, we've seen numerous iterations of his iconic vampire king. None, however, can claim to be as deadly or as terrifying as Alucard, the undying enforcer of Hellsing.

Vlad Dracula was born as a tormented slave, spending most of his life being horrifically abused by his masters. When God refused to answer his prayers for mercy, Dracula decided to take life into his own hands. Becoming a vicious warlord, Vlad would impale countless thousands in his campaign to conquer all of his enemies, earning the moniker Vlad the Impaler. As he was to be executed, Vlad drank some blood off the grounds of the battlefield, forsaking his humanity and becoming an undead monster of the night.

Count Dracula's reign seemed unending, but eventually his bloody crusade was brought to heel by vampire hunter Abraham Van Hellsing. Respecting the level of strength and resolve that brought him to herl, Dracula swore loyalty to the Hellsing family name, becoming Alucard, the undying enforcer of the Hellsing Organization. A monster who hunts other monsters.

Alucard is quite easily the strongest vampire in the world. Alucard has killed thousands of monsters and millions of people over the course of his hundreds of years of undeath, not helped by Hellsing running experiments on him to make him even stronger. Even by the standards of his series, Alucard is less a vampire or moreso a vampire shaped Lovecraftian nightmare, and the most damning evidence of that is in his shapeshifting.

While Alucard does possess organs like a human does, he's in actuality made of a shadow-like substance that he can morph into any shape he desires. He can freely change his clothes, age, gender, and even sprout extra limbs. And if he encouters a particularly tough or tasty looking foe, he can shapeshift a giant dog monster out of his body, lovingly named Baskerville, to devour his prey whole and alive, keeping their mind, body, and soul trapped inside him forever.

What's more, while regular vampire can regenerate from getting shot to pieces, Alucard's is on a whole nother level. Decapitation, dismemberment, getting shredded with lead, or getting cut clean in half, Alucard comes back from it all. This is because Alucard has something his fellow vampires don't.... the souls of millions of his victims wriggling around inside him. Alucard has personally drank the blood of over 2 million people over the course of his life, absorbing their souls and memories in the process. Whenever Alucard takes a blow that would otherwise kill him, he uses up one of these souls to heal him from whatever did him harm. As such, Alucard in most fights just stands their with a shit eating grin while his opponents helplessly tear into him. He'll grow back whatever you do to him and your souls will replenish his stock just fine when you're done.

Don't think that this means he can't rip into straight back. Alucard carries two massive handcanons longer than the average man's forearm, the .454 Casull and the Jackel, powerful enough to blast any vampire to pieces, while the silver bullets helpfully keep them from regenerating. He's a crack shot with them too, as with his Third Eye ability, he can enhance his senses to the point where he can hit bullseyes a kilometer away and see through any illusions you might cast to distract him. And if you're too far away for even that, Alucard can drag you back into range with telekinesis, which is powerful enough to lift an aircraft carrier out of the ocean and bring him the blood of everyone in London for him to drink. That's right, he drank London.

He even covered London in a massive cloud of fog, a feat that would generate roughly 475 kilotons of TNT.

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Obviously, this awe inspiring power needs to be controlled. As such, Alucard operates under 6 restriction levels. Levels 6 through 4 are for decimating your average, everyday vampires. 3 through 1 are when he starts getting serious, breaking out Baskerville, growing wings, and tearing you to shreds with multiple limbs. He even breaks out the powers he doesn't use that often, casting illusions to deceive his enemies.

Level 0 is for when he wants to end the world.

Upon activating Level 0, Alucard unleashes all of the souls in his arsenal as a sea of blood soaked zombie warriors to destroy everything in their path. If any of those souls happen to have powers, such as the aforementioned Rip Van Winkle, than the get to use them in his name, a true member of the Count's army.

However, while Alucard is at his strongest in this form, it's also his most vulnerable state. Nanely, he can't regenerate from fatal wounds anymore. If one were to destroy his heart in this form, Alucard will die permanently. The man has admitted it himself.

Moreover, Alucard is supremely overconfident, to the point where he often just sits their laughing his ass of as he's torn to shreds. This overconfidence was once exploited by Schrodinger, a, um, Nazi German catboy who exists everywhere simultaneously. That was a sentence.

See, Schrodinger cannot die so long as he can recognize his own existence, as he is simultaneously alive and dead at all times. But, when Alucard inadvertently ate Schrodinger's soul, Schrodinger wasn't able to recognize himself anymore in the sea of souls within Alucard's body, causing Schrodinger, and Alucard by extension, to cease to exist.

Alucard, however, still lived. Even when reduced to absolutely nothing, Alucard was still aware. So, he simply spent the next 30 years killing all the millions of souls inside of him so he could return home to his master's side, undoing his own non-existence and gaining Schrodinger's powers in the process.

The fact that Alucard could survive and kill his other souls even while not existing, implies that even erasing Alucard's entire body entirely might not be enough to bypass his regeneration. If Schrodinger's powers weren't actively keeping him nonexistent, Alucard may be able to come back under his own power from being erased entirely.

Alucard's one true weakness is his longing for death. His biggest dream is that one day, a worthy human warrior will come to end his undeath for good. But, until then, he'll keep slaughtering monsters in his master's name. So, be weary all you who stalk the night, for when Alucard hears your screams, all Hell shall Sing.

Analysis: Alastor

Hell. The final punishment. The ultimate torture. A landscape of fire and brimstone where all your greatest fears and pains torment you for all eternity. A never-ending gang war where any day could be your last and the only way to truly survive is either carve out your own territory or to sell out your servitude to one of the nefarious Overlords waging to control Hell's Pride Ring.

As such, it might suprise you that some never wanna leave. Why would they when Hell offers you all the slaughter and mayhem you could ever possibly desire? Such is the philosophy of Alastor the Radio Demon.

Alastor was a radio talk show host who moonlighted as a serial killer in life who was sent to Hell after being mistaken for a deer and shot by a hunter while burying a body. When he awoke in Hell, he delighted in the opportunity to openly relish in his sadistic tendencies, quickly rising up to become one of Hell's scariest Overlords. Overlords are sufficiently powerful Sinners who are strong enough to carve out their own territory in the Pride Ring, where all Sinners reside and wage war on each other. Broadcasting the screams of his victims over his radio show before cooking them up and devouring them. Even without the use of holy weapons to destroy their souls and permanently kill them, that fate is enough fo make any Sinner terrified.

Come the modern day and Alastor has grown bored of engaging in his worst desires. There was no variety anymore. No sport. So, for reasons known only to himself, he vanished for seven years, returning only when the Princess of Hell herself announced her latest project: the Happy Hotel.

Alastor would enlist himself to help in her cause. Not out of any guilt or moral code, but to satiate his never ending boredom. Or so he says. Behind that sharp unshakable grin, Alastor's true motivation is a mystery. All we do know is whatever agenda he's pushing... might not even be his own.

Regardless, Alastor is a rather private person, with a strange, inscrutable moral code. Any who try to follow the strings he's tied to may just find that grin to be the last thing they see.

Alastor is one of Hell's most powerful Overlords, with a plethora of terrifying powers. He's impossible to record on modern cameras, he can summon and manipulate an army of shadows, inlcuding even his own, and can grow into a colossal giant to ripe people apart and devour his victims whole. His tendrils are powerful enough to rip apart Sir Pentious's airship and he can create explosions big enough to nearly dwarf the hotel itself.

Notably, he's far stronger than some of his fellow Overlords. Take the TV Demon Vox for instance, who is powerful enough to destroy volcanos, requiring roughly 182 kilotons of TNT.

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None of this however, competes with Alastor's most terrifying ability. His power over souls. Should someone attempt to make a deal with him, they risk losing their soul to him, giving him completely control over them as his slave. He's conned fellow Overlords into falling for this ruse before, exploiting Husk's love of gambling to swindle him out of his free will. Notably, this makes him uniquely capable of potentially killing a fellow Sinner, as Sinners can keep coming back to life in Hell so long as they have their soul, no matter the damage.

But, despite this cunning mind and terrifying power, Alastor is not invincible. He's overconfident to a foolhardy degree, from deliberately trying to piss off Lucifer himself to battling Adam, the First Man, without even a holy weapon and nearly getting himself killed. It's possible this overconfidence is what led to him selling his own soul to an unknown party, playing the pawn in someone else's game.

Still, don't count Alastor out yet. Now that he's exploited Princess Charlie Morningstar's desperation for a "favor", he fully intends on finding a way out of his chains. Only then, will we see what the Radio Demon hides behind his shark toothed grin.

Stay tuned folks~

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Throwdown Breakdown:

Overconfident maneaters with unshakable grins, but only one can come out alive.

Neither of these two are going to open up with their best out the bat. Both of them are just too overconfident for it. Even knowing full well he's fighting a demon serial killer from Hell, Alucard's still going to grin and deliberately tank everything Alastor throws at him, laughing maniacally as he's torn apart over and over. That's just how he acts. Alucard relishes the fear in his victims as they struggle to kill him.

As for the AroAce community's resident cannibal, he'd be acting much the same. Alastor is far from an idiot, but he's also overconfident to a fault. He'd relish the opportunity to slaughter someone truly powerful once he saw Alucard get right back up from getting torn in half. He does know to tailor his approach to suit the situation and would start fighting much more evasively once he saw Alucard's regeneration, anticipating that he's a powerful, dangerous opponent who could readily tear him up. That's not gonna stop him from egging Alucard on though.

Baskerville is an early win condition, potentially devouring Alastor whole if he isn't careful, but I do think Alastor would use his tendrils to restrict the giant mutt or be able to turn giant to avoid getting eaten in one bite. Of note, Holy Weapons in Hellsing do not work the same as holy weapons in Hazbin, so they wouldn't destroy Alastor's soul. Nor would they bypass his regeneration like they would a vampire's, as his comes from the soul directly. But, by that same token, Alastor doesn't have any way of quickly burning through Alucard's millions of souls either. His soul manipulating powers are limited to deal making from what we've seen and Alucard's not gonna buy into anything he'd offer.

Alucard can, however, get past the Sinner's immortality. Once he gets his hands on Alastor, he could drink his blood and devour his soul that way, leaving him with nothing to regenerate from. Then there's Level 0...

I'm kinda mixed on whether he'd use it here. On the one hand, Alastor is roughly 3x weaker than Alucard, so he might decide to stick to Level 1 for the sake of enjoying kicking Alastor's ass. He does enjoy terrifying and brutalizing monsters after all and Alastor's the exact kind of person he'd despise. A murderous beast whose forsaken his humanity for power. On the other hand, he's here to slaughter all of hell and Level 0's inherently very good for that. On the third hand, he might want to save it for much bigger threats and not waste his trump card on a (relatively) no name serial killer.

For those reasons, I kinda lean towards no. Which would likely solidify his victory as Alastor can't get past his extra lives quickly without it and Alucard only needs one bite to win. For the sake of argument, lets say he does use it. Alastor doesn't have many means of closing the distance to exploit the opening. The familiars far outnumber his shadow minions and going giant to rampage through them will only make himself that much easier to hit for the superpowered zombies. And that's on top of the blood wave and telekinesis likely keeping him at bay. His best bet would be to disappear as a shadow to ambush Alucard, but he'd only think of that if he knew Alucard was suddenly vulnerable now, which he likely wouldn't. He's more likely to use it to escape if anything.

Between these two grinning, sadistic monsters, Alucard will be the one to stop smiling.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Alucard!

#fictional throwdown fridays #hellsing #hazbin hotel #alucard #alastor #he still doesn't clear though #lucifer and charlie unironically stomp alucard #also speed equalized was absolutely necessary to keep alastor from stomping #he scales to 90% lightspeed stuff #he could eat a whole chicken dinner in the time it takes alucard to blink #tis why that condition is there 9 times out of 10

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blackiraven · 1 year ago

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Scarecrow had a nightmare for sale!scriddler, if you don't mind.

Of course! Here they are!✍

Ask is still open. If you want a couple of paragraphs from me - welcome!🤗

A match struck. The sound was so loud, but only I could hear it. A small, weak flame was desperately struggling with the thick darkness of the night. But soon I helped the yellowish light turn into a scarlet fire, devouring whole hectares. The darkness dissipated in fright. The old wooden house was completely burned down to the rotten foundation. The whole history of my family, all memories, all kindred blood were destroyed in one night with one match. I'm the only one left. The roof collapsed, fire drops flew in all directions and fell on a huge field. I have given this land almost all my life, but its burning pleased me.

Through the loud crackling of burning wood, screams and cries for help sometimes slipped lost in the fire. All the doors were closed, and I had a heavy bunch of keys. Finally. My torment is over. I got rid of my curse. Burn! Shout! Remember me before your death! Remember everything you've done to me. Call our precious mommy. But this time she won't save her pets, she won't hide them under her skirt, because my hands have previously turned her neck into a flexible rope. Now this creature sleeps forever, and the screeching of her children burning alive has become her last and eternal cradle.

Suddenly, the beautiful and overly bright picture began to change. The fear of tormented souls was replaced by bitterness. Smoking black hands reached out to me, grabbed me and dragged me into the hellfire I had created. No! Let me go! You deserve it! Leave me alone! You should be afraid of me!

"Decided to get rid of us, Johnny? You must be punished! Punished!"

The fire enveloped my body and tore off my skin. Blood boiled and foamed, bones smoldered. Fingers with exposed, sharp and red-hot phalanges clung to my face. My hair burned, my flesh hardened and cracked, blood flooded my whole face and darkened my eyes with a scarlet veil. There was nothing left but to scream in panic at the top of my voice and resist to no avail. The fire ran wild and devoured the boundless field at high speed. My only friends and listeners, a flock of crows, did not have time to fly to a safe place. They, too, disappeared into the sky-reaching wall of fire. No! It shouldn't be like this! They deserve it! Deserved it! My punishments must stop!

"…deserved it!.." stagnant hot air burst out of my chest. The body jumped at once, the hands twitched and squeezed the pillow. The claws almost tore the pillowcase. A dream… just a dream. I grunted with displeasure and rubbed my swollen eyes with my palms.

"It's all in the past… in the past… only I am left." I repeat this several times in order to even out my breathing. Through the slightly open window, a cool wind blew into the room, which soon calmed my inner heat. The drops of sweat dried up, drowsiness gradually returned, but annoying thoughts and throbbing pain did not leave my head. Squinting, I looked around and rummaged a little in the crumpled blanket. Right next to me was Edward, sleeping peacefully. One hand was holding on to the corner of the blanket, the other was raised above his head and laid on the pillow. It's a good thing I didn't wake him up. He worked for a very long time today, I barely managed to get Edward out of his office and persuade him to go to bed. I don't sleep well myself, so when I manage to get enough sleep, I want him to be with me. A calm, even peaceful look, parted lips and a quiet sweet sniff, which immediately began to calm me down. I quietly creep up to Nygma and nuzzle his shoulder. Just need to be patient a little and the pain will go away. It's so nice to have you with me. My hands took his palms by themselves, fingered his thin fingers and sometimes stroked his head. So good. This smell of paper, ink, newspapers and vanilla sugar reminds me that I am no longer alone.

"Mnh… huh? Jonathan?" Edward mumbled softly when I stopped holding back and just hugged him like a favorite toy. My response was silence and a careful kiss on the cheek. "Is everything okay, Jonathan?" he kept talking through his sleep and took my hand. "They… deserved it, didn't they?" I didn't want to say it, but my tongue let me down. Edward immediately woke up and turned to me. "Again?" he asked excitedly. Green eyes glittered in the dark. "Yes…" I didn't deny it. Edward knows that I am sometimes disturbed by such dreams. With a sad sigh, he slowly stretched out his arms. "Come to me, dear." and Edward hugged me and pressed me to his chest. It immediately became very convenient. All sounds were muffled and only the pounding of his heart filled my ears. I hugged Nygma tightly in response, naturally clung to him, wanting to drown in him. Now all thoughts were about Edward. He is so gentle, caring, understanding and all these values go only to me. Sometimes, it's hard for me to believe it. Sometimes, it all seems like a dream too. "It's okay… I'm with you." he whispered gently in my ear and stroked my head and the back of my head. In his arms, all the scars stop hurting, all the dark memories go away. I feel at peace and enjoy every second. "I… love you." "I love you too, my dear."

#scriddler #riddlecrow #scarecrow #salecrow #riddler #saleriddler #jonathan crane #edward nygma #Blacki's fanfiction #Blacki's ask #writers on tumblr

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butterflyintochains · 3 months ago

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Starset Bridges I'm Very Normal About

This band owns me, I swear to God.

Transmissions

My Demons

Take me over the walls below. Fly forever, don't let me go. I need a saviour to heal my pain, When I've become my worst enemy. The enemy.

Vessels

Frequency

Castaway - My cries are blocked by the horizon. Suffocate - I was doing this all for you. I'm in the shallows. Stuck in the gallows. I tried to save you now I'm swallowed. You wanted war. I am the war. I alone.

Ricochet

All these broken souls. They never make me whole. They don't, they don't know my heart. They don't know my heart. All these broken souls. Each one more beautiful. They don't they don't know my heart. They don't know my heart. I'll send out my soul. To worlds more beautiful. They won't, they won't know my heart. It's the darkest part.

Gravity of You

To fall in the star is to be nothingness. To escape is to be empty. Fall into the star and then we won't exist. Or escape into the nothing. To fall in the star is to be nothingness. To escape is to be empty. Fall Into the star and then we won't exist. Or escape into the nothing. Your sky, the beauty alone is worth it. I, I will risk it all to own it.

Bringing It Down

Silly me, I thought I had it. I came so close this time. I knew your heart was plastic. I still thought I could make it mine. Surrender you my mind. Your creature is inside, devouring. Devouring me alive.

Unbecoming

Now, I await. This metamorphosis. All that is left is the change. Selfish fate - I think you made me this. Under the water I wait.

Monster

My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul. I'll lift you up and then I'll let you go. I've made an art of digging shallow holes. I drop the darkness in and watch it grow. My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul. Who knew the emptiness could be so cold? I've lost the parts of me that made me whole. I am the darkness, I am a monster.

Divisions

Manifest

Is my fate silver lined? I always was the optimist. But I never thought of this. Stuck in this stare, misaligned. Trapped inside the looking glass. Tell me, when will all this pass? Oh, how I hate the silver line. Never could taste your life. Never my place and time. Left behind. Never your state of mind. Never in phase with mine.

Where The Skies End

We left our chains, we left them below. We are all rising above, we were not born to stay low. Show me your strength, it's more than you know. You'll never know what you're made of. Until you set foot down the road. We knew this day, was set long ago. And when the sharks smell the blood, They will all see it's their own.

Telekinetic

I'm a fool again, you got inside. It's gonna pull me in. I fell for this lie. Serotonin - I'm coming down from this high. A puppet inside. And you're the reason. You take my control - mind, body, and soul. In this lie.

Other Worlds Than These

Is it all an oddity? Are we flakes of empty dust, spinning on a ball of rust? Maybe. But the light is ours to see. You had eyes, but sewed them shut. But, that feeling in your gut, won't fade. Is it all a tragedy? Are we flashes in a rut, going in and out of luck? Maybe. But, the answers will not change. Even when they're covered up. All these questions in your gut, won't fade.

Diving Bell

In my mind, endless sea. Calling from the bottom, but you don't hear me. Send your line, down to me. Meet me on the surface, I will never leave. In my mind, endless sea. Calling from the bottom, but you don't hear me. Send your line, down to me. Meet me on the surface, I will never leave. Just one time, all I need. Calling from the bottom, but you don't hear me. Stuck in time, stuck in me. Broken on the bottom like a refugee.

Horizons

Otherworldly

I wanna become lucid. Clear, just like a window. I tried so hard to open up, and show you what's behind it. But, you didn't need to hear me. Because you were supraliminal. Knew me without an uttered word. You always seemed to know me. An ethereal feeling. That I cannot describe. Something that I cannot hide. How you illuminate. In a profound way, I feel your space. I can't explain this place you're taking me.

Earthrise

They said that we both were too different. That all of the shine would fade away. But I wish that I'd never listened. 'Cause you pulled me through the gray.

Devolution

Convoluted lies - it's the end that you prophesize. And it's all pretend. From a bargain Darwin, and you're inside the plan. And the lord of flies is opening its maw. And the wolves are taking out their claws. You still eat straight from the paw.

Annihilated Love

The tragedy of the war we made. Was that I just couldn't surrender you. The casualty was only ever me. Still, I run through the flames for you. Evacuate, I'm a target marked. Bullseye on my broken heart. I amputate, I'm torn apart. And you got what you wanted.

Disappear

Sometimes I still slip, and start to question if it was only in my mind. It's hard to come to grips that you still exist. When it feels just like you've died. So, come one and all. Step right up and I'll perform a trick before your eyes. I'll evaporate, gone without a trace. Off the radar, out of sight.

Infected

One if by land, and two if by sea. Maybe it's both and we all get lucky? Got to the end, man. Don't quit on me. Get what you wanted - anarchy.

Something Wicked

Out of myself I can feel it crawling. How can I tell if this is the ending? Out of myself, it began evolving. I am not well, repent, I'm guilty! How can I tell if the sky is falling? How can I fix what there is no mending? How can I tell if I am not well? I've lost myself - I have come undone. And all of the horses. And all of the men. Won't put it back in place. Or bury it where it had been. When all of the forces have been overrun. You'll whisper: serpent tongue: What you fear you have become!

Observations (my placeholder name)

Brave New World

The bigger the lie, the further it goes. It's all fun and games 'till the overthrow. When it gets inside and it starts to grow. Then, say goodbye, 'cause that's the deathblow. But I'm not giving up that easy. I'm not giving up my mind. 'Cause the more that you try, the more that they need. There's nowhere to hide. When they break out the guillotine.

TokSik

Zoomers and boomers and fascists and groomers. And commie consumers, And lions and tigers and bears - oh, my! Oh, my! Dunning and Kruger are your real abusers. You are a product and I say its buyer beware. I think that they have you so afraid. You say what they think, you don't really think what they say. Killed off religion and made up a new one, Where no one can question at all if it's ever your fault. Hey, what's that called? I can't recall. Oh, yeah! You're in a cult!

Tell me if there's any I'm missing! Dustin, marry me, please!

#starset

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tryingtimi · 1 year ago

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Scattered Confessions: Cronyl Eldenwer

You once asked me what I’d do for love.

I told you; nothing.

That was the first time you’ve looked at me as if I just personally offended God herself. And perhaps I did. Yet, your eyes did not speak about anger or confusion. Instead, they bore disappointment, bewilderment. Pity, even.

You were sad for me.

And I thought you naive for that. So naive, it began plaguing my mind. Every time we strayed to the topic, I was battling against seeing that look on your face again. It took me some time to realize — I could do nothing to prevent that.

Not when I always told you the same thing, over and over again.

That I would never do anything for love. For family, for friends, for people; anything. Everything. But for love?

No.

And you were sad, sadder I have ever seen you.

It was a topic you tried to avoid around me. And I couldn’t blame you for it. I never tried.

You didn’t change, though. You told me I seem to judge you every time you do something out of love. Yet, you never changed. Thank God, you never did.

Sometimes I want to open up my heart to show you the place you carved into it. The little corner you started in, and slowly expanded into a mansion. A castle. A palace. A whole new world.

You roamed that damned, frozen land and you decided to build a home in it.

You didn’t care about the reign of that lifeless cold or the seemingly infertile soil. You didn’t care about the loneliness, the danger.

Because danger it held, plenty.

You still remained. You have lured out that ragged, sad thing of a snow leopard with a rusty key in its mouth. With your presence, you threatened its home. It was battled down, worn and tired. Yet it was ready to hurt you, to make you run.

You didn’t even flinch. No, you approached it, and let it bite you as you reached for it. Of course, you did. You did what no one ever tried, what no one ever would have.

And even then, you stayed.

With patience of a divinity, you clung to the key you’d grabbed and let the savage clutch its teeth over your arm. The arm that tried to help, that offered kindness. You waited, and the only thing you whispered was comfort. Because you knew, if you'd let it go, the beast would have swallowed the metal piece. It was ready to do that and be gone. Lost. With the key to something important devoured forever.

So, with the slowest of any motion, you began pulling your hand back, smiling at the beast. And it worked. It loosened its jaw until you were free. It licked the wound and never wandered from your touch after that.

You have tamed the beast. The beast and that wild land it carried as a heart.

You've cared for those that did not deserve it. You've forgiven those not worthy. You've extended a hand when no one did. And with that, every footstep of yours left some goodness behind. A change for the better, a memory to cling to. A kind stranger to give you hope. I've watched you do what I never thought possible.

Sometimes I want to open up my heart to show you what was built there because of you. How it changed because of you. How it shaped, because you've shown me a path I wasn't brave enough to look at before.

You gave me the strength to do that. To see a gentler path, one that warmed the frozen, one that lasted, one that was harder to step at. Yet it was there, waiting. Just like you.

And that was the moment I realized — you were many things, but only one truly. You were love incarnate. You always will be. Because that is who you are; someone so full of love, a world could not bear with it alone. But it can try, just like any other soul who meets you and falls like I did.

I am no poet to tell you the measure of my love in a hundred beautiful sonata.

But if you’d ask me what I’d do for love again…

… I’d tell you; everything.

#Cronyl Eldenwer #Project Metalsea #Avelyn Dione #writing community #writeblr #its funny because Cronyl isnt religous #not the least #yet he would still thank god anyway #and i like thinking about that #its also messy and not so coherent in some parts #which is how i imagine journaling so #(or at least thats how my journaling looks like usually lol)#mind travels #Metalsea: Scattered Confessions

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juliedrawz · 1 year ago

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Hi Cancíon de Vida! I hope you’re well. How’s your summer break so far? Hope you’ve enjoyed it. Thank you for all you’ve done on here 💜🧡🩷.

Hi dear,

Yes, I'm well and I'm very much enjoying my summer so far, thank you very much for asking 💖

By now I'm back from my first trip and my next is already close! The time has been so incredibly enriching and transforming for me. I learned a bit more about myself and God while in Israel. I met lots of dear friends there who I grew very fond of and saw and experienced so many incredible things that I will forever cherish 🌅 For me, the bible became more alive there. Now I'm soon heading to italy.

Furthermore, you are very welcome! I'm indescribably thankful and grateful that my art and what I do is so much loved. It's been my goal to share my passions with likeminded souls and being able to make others happy with something I love doing is a pleasure!

It's also very VERY relaxing to for once not feel the pressure to post anything really. Not to sit down and write and write or draw and draw, just to be productive. Even if I say I take my time with everything I do, it's easy to slip back into that routined mindset, that tells you that you have to do something. But all of you, here and on insta, have been nothing but sweet, supportive, understanding and patient and I can't thank you enough for that! It's a relief to find myself in a fandom/community who isn't just nontoxic but also accepting of my privacy and personal faith. You are awesome!

As for my art and the book. Did I mention I somewhat regretted posting my first and second drafts? I'm still grateful though you guys loved and devoured it like a piece of tart while me was sitting behind the screen cringing harder than life. Yikes

Yeah .... every more matured and expierenced author would have told me that this wasn't the bestest idea. Because and especially because ideas change, character developement happens, plotlines change, even the minor ones, you views and opinions also either change or deepen AND last but not least, the writing itself! You improve and you learn things along the way. And then I went, "Why the heck did I post that? It's raw, like uncooked meat!" The second thing is slightly fried here and there but still raw inside. I'm still constantly seasoning the story-steak, slide it left and right and flip it once in a while. And all you got so far is a little sniff and a little taste test. It's not a finished meal just yet and it won't be for a good while. That doesn't mean you won't be able to read it though. Just keep in mind, that whatever does come isn't the solid finished vers.

Anyway! I've been leaving the other chapters behind and pondered mostly about Ernesto and his storyline in my book. Honestly, sometimes I'm still surprised how much I ended up loving this character and how much fun it brings me to continue his story, shed light and develope his background and also continue establishing him where the original authors stopped. Now I start to understand why books and movies sometimes/oftentimes take several years!

Also, some of you have been asking me about Héctor's and Imeldas parents. Yes, you'll be introduced to them before you'll read about them. I guess that will make understanding them much easier and you'll also have faces.

As to Arlo and Estella, you'll be able to read a whole part of their past and at the same time learn everything about Héctor's early childhood. This gif portraits them just perfect! Also the resemblance! Excuse me?

Carlo and Maria Rivera will be more present in chapter 10? I believe? And you'll also read about them in the land of the dead soon. There, you'll find the explanation to Carlo's behavior if the upcoming character sheet won't already do that.

I again thank you for your patience! And while we're at it, I'll remember you once more, that you are free to message me here or on instagram, to ask questions about my book while you wait. I'll try to continue to answer as many as I can without completely spoiling the most important plots and infos.

That being said, I wish you all a wonderful summer wherever you are ❤️ Stay safe, stay healthy and God bless you all! ✈️

#pixar coco #coco 2017 #coco fan art #coco hector #héctor rivera #coco imelda #imelda rivera #imector #hiatus #coco fanfiction #coco ernesto #ernesto de la cruz #answered question

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savagewildnerness · 2 months ago

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Last one.

Oh no, I don’t like an improvisation that literally references music in a positive way, as now I feel this has to be beautiful & it will surely sound like a cat on a hook, ALAS! Oh well, here goes. 💀

Also, do I want this music to be innocent or to convey the horrors?! I decided a few seconds on innocent, but let’s entwine The Horrors! (Much like life, eh! Never innocent for long! Here come The Horrors! 😂😩💀) Because despite the description of the music… this improvisation is about the horror of meaninglessness…

(I thought innocence-the horrors-innocence… THE HORRORS!)

"”Play again," I said. "The music is innocent."

Nicolas smiled and nodded. Pamper the madman.

And I knew it wasn't going to pass, and nothing for the moment could make me forget, but what I felt was inexpressible gratitude for the music, that in this horror there could be something as beautiful as that.

You couldn't understand anything; and you couldn't change anything. But you could make music like that. And I felt the same gratitude when I saw the village children dancing, when I saw their arms raised and their knees bent, and their bodies turning to the rhythm of the songs they sang. I started to cry watching them.

I wandered into the church and on my knees I leaned against the wall and I looked at the ancient statues and I felt the same gratitude looking at the finely carved fingers and the noses and the ears and the expressions on their faces and the deep folds in their garments, and I couldn't stop myself from crying.

At least we had these beautiful things, I said. Such goodness.

But nothing natural seemed beautiful to me now! The very sight of a great tree standing alone in a field could make me tremble and cry out. Fill the orchard with music.

And let me tell you a little secret. It never did pass, really.

What caused it? Was it the late night drinking and talking, or did it have to do with my mother and her saying she was going to die? Did the wolves have something to do with it? Was it a spell cast upon the imagination by the witches' place?

I don't know. It had come like something visited upon me from outside. One minute it was an idea, and the next it was real. I think you can invite that sort of thing, but you can't make it come.

Of course it was to slacken. But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again. I mean the world looked different forever after, and even in moments of exquisite happiness there was the darkness lurking, the sense of our frailty and our hopelessness.

Maybe it was a presentiment. But I don't think so. It was more important than that, and frankly I don't believe in presentiments.”

Interesting though.. a presentiment regarding how Lestat will be pulled from all that is natural: The Earth & the seas & the grass & the sky & humanity… and into monstrousness. But perhaps, Mon Cher, you can still find beauty & goodness & meaning in art? Or even, dare I suggest, within your immortal soul? Your body is no longer human, no. But your soul is the same as it ever was & ever shall be. And maybe there’s some metaphor in here about how we mostly struggle to imagine anything other than that some essence of our selves is eternal?

Truth, though? Dead, we become the lumber of the world, eh?

“After Death nothing is, and nothing, death,

The utmost limit of a gasp of breath.

Let the ambitious zealot lay aside

His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride;

Let slavish souls lay by their fear

Nor be concerned which way nor where

After this life they shall be hurled.

Dead, we become the lumber of the world,

And to that mass of matter shall be swept

Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept.

Devouring time swallows us whole.

Impartial death confounds body and soul.

For Hell and the foul fiend that rules

God's everlasting fiery jails

(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),

With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,

Are senseless stories, idle tales,

Dreams, whimsey's, and no more.”

Lestat’s existential crisis though… while I agree (as if it were about that) & feel the content of it, I feel almost opposite about it to him. I’ve heard people say that to look at the stars terrifies them as it makes them feel small & insignificant & meaningless… and for Lestat, he is horrified by the concept of life being utterly meaningless. Not just his own, but every life. But for me? I find that truth (which I agree with) comforting. We’re all but specks of dust & so our greatest joy; our greatest sorrow; our wonder; our horror; our suffering; our significance or lack thereof in any way matters not. Everything will tend through Lestat’s chaos & will eventually end in total nothingness. Even the music of Mozart, the history of all humanity will one day be lost to the vast chasm of nothingness as if it never existed.

Have a lovely day folks, contemplating non-existence!

But y’know… now I know my own feelings on such matters I ache because I want Nicolas & Lestat to discuss how there can exist a comfort in non-existence… because when life is all there is, all there is to do is to live it to the fullest you can. And Lestat knows all about that. And Nicolas - if only you could believe that, maybe you could have found some reason to exist too? I see why Nicolas doesn’t have it in him to comfort Lestat this way though as in this, Nicolas is even farther from myself - the chaos destroys him.

Rereading TVL I notice how often Lestat himself speaks of The Chaos.

xxxxx

#violin improvisation #five stringed violin #violinist #violin #interview with the vampire #anne rice #amc interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat #amc iwtv #iwtv amc #iwtv lestat #malady of mortality #nicolas de lenfent #nickistat #john wilmot #Earl of Rochester #seneca #a fragment of Seneca translated

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infoglitch · 6 months ago

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Hey mind if I just-

BLECH

The state of heaven, The force of purgatory, and The 8 layers of hell.

(UPDATED!)

The world of Nexus is built with four stages of existence. Starting with life.

Life is simply existing and finding meaning in life. Depending on what you did you will enter the three states of existence after death.

Heaven. Heaven is reached if you live a life of sticking to virtues and principles. When you arrive it is seen as a city of gold and diamonds, with pearls perched upon the top. Heaven is the eternal paradise in which you are free to learn and grow while being at peace with your success and failures. You are also to keep watch of your loved ones and give small blessings to ensure their safety.

Purgatory. This takes form as both a place and person. Purgatory as a person allows people to access the place, which is seen as a tower with a mirrored tower beneath, here those who are split between sin and virtue and to be tested, in which the path of virtue is painful while the path of sin is pleasurable. Once you ascend or descend, you cannot go back unless you truly change your mind.

Hell. This is where you go if you spend your life living by sin. Hell is split into eight circles.

Ring 0. Limbo - the place of innocent sin. This layer is not truly hell, instead it is a place of safety but the ever feeling presence of being alone in the world. Here is where the door to hell is, Gehennas Gate. The gate in which separates hell from earth. As it is guarded by Hades.

Ring 1. Wrath - the dessert of battle. Wrath is a place where your anger takes hold on you as all you see is red. You will argue and fight amongst your fellow man all for the entertainment of the sin of wrath, helios. However this connects to the next ring via the river Styx.

Sub Ring. Violence - the cycle of pain. Violence is directly connected to wrath as a sub Ring. Sub rings of hell are for more advanced or nuanced sins. The sub Ring of violence is for three types of people.

Violence against thy neighbor. The ones who dare harm their fellow man simply because they can are sent here to endure constant battle but the victory never comes as they are forced to kill over and over again, they are refused rest, food, even water.

Violence against thyself. For the ones who dare take for granted the beauty of life, those who have harmed themselves or ended their lives to end their suffering on earth. Are met with.. some kindness from hell. They are stripping of their mortal form as their souls are morphed into trees, only for their bodies to be used by the many hellish birds such as strix, harpies, and sirens. Any soul that dares escape into this forest feels an extreme sense of sorrow that will overwhelm them.. and if they are weak willed they will be granted a noose that shall form on one of the trees and around their necks, as they too join the fallen.

Violence against God. For the ones who dare twist and distort God's creations, those who mock their fellow men of their dreams and the closed minded who ignorantly lash out at all. They are given no kindness, their souls forever drown in the river of Styx as they are mocked and humiliated by the very water that is filled with the souls of the others like them

Ring 2. Envy - the boundless ocean of want. Envy is entirely composed of hell water which houses the many sea monsters. In this ring you can live under the water, but your sins drawing in the many sea beasts with you being devoured over and over again if you are ever caught. But you will not die. Instead you will wake up amongst the corals made of your many corpse's. With all fearing the sin of envy, the leviathan.

Ring 3. Greed - the fogged forest of collection. Greed is a Forest, with its tree bark being of gold and bronze. It’s leaves all types of currency. One may think they are rich here but they are hunted. Amongst the fog and rain from the ring envy had the sin of greed, Mammon, who stalks in his monster form, the wendigo. He will hunt them, devour them and use any money they take to plant a new tree, using their corpses as fertilizer. They will be revived to continue their punishment however. The currency marks them to be hunted, but that does not mean you will not be hunted, just less likely to die because of your desire for money.

Sub ring. inferiority - the land of insecurity. Inferiority is a subring of greed, for those who do not feel confident despite their gifts and talents and choose to overcompensate by collecting. They are punished in two ways depending on how they overcompensated.

Inferiority of Control. To those who sought control and forced aside their peers to have all the attention and power. They are turned into puppets and are used for plays to entertain Mammon.

Inferiority of self. To those who collect items to morph their forms to be appealing despite the natural beauty given by God, they are turned into hideous beasts that are used as the monsters of the plays that entertain Mammon.

Ring 4. gluttony - the endless banquet. Here those who overindulge in gaining something are stuck within the ar’s goetia library. Where they can to either read forbidden knowledge only to die by the bugs that devour their mind, or follow their nose and find a feast that is so, so delicious, only to then be dined upon by the sin of gluttony Beelzebub and the rest of the ar's goetia.

Ring 5. Lust - the pits of pleasure. Lust while associated with sex is more in truth simply the pursuit of pleasure, here all drugs, alcohol, anything is allowed but as you seek pleasure, it is drained from you by the incubi and succubi, as you are driven further to pleasure. Further to hedonism. As there to party along is the sin of lust Asmodeus. The ruler of the ring.

Sub ring. Perversion - the depths of hedonism. Those who have take their lust beyond even the extreme are found here, the perverts, the addicts, the disgusting souls of lust are all found here. There are four distinct punishments based upon the actions.

The perverts of children. The pedophiles of children and the ones who sell their own descendants for pleasure, here they are feasted upon endlessly by the young incubi and succubi.

The perverts of family. The Ones who manipulate their blood for pleasure are condemned to be used as unwilling donors to the incubi and succubi population, they are drained of their virility and used for either their eggs or sperm.

The perverts of animals. To those who commit the most heinous act of lust, Asmodeus turns them into demonic livestock, to where they are used and degraded, until eventually they are butchered. Only to be reborn again as another animal.

Ring 6. Sloth - the endless nightmare. Here you find yourself amongst a place to rest, no beast lurks here. And as you begin to rest, your mind is plagued with nightmares that unless you escape from you will never wake up. And if you die in the dream, you start a new nightmare. As you are watched by the mother of hellish dreams and the sin of sloth, Lilith.

Ring 7. Treason - the land of traitors. Treason.. shouldn't exist anymore. It is a forever burning city as music of a circus is heard. The punishment was forever burning in hell fire but since the sin of treason is gone, no punishment has been fulfilled. Yet the ring still remains.

Sub ring. Fraud - the citadel of liars. To those who pretend to be what their not for gain, for those who act and lie to harm others they are given three different punishments depending on what kind of fraud they were.

Frauds of the people. For those who deceive their common man they are forced to perform in a carnival as an actor amongst a cast of deceivers, none of which can work together, they are given the impossible task of entertaining the audience of demons, and if they fail, which they always will, they are burned with a branding.

Frauds of the family. For the ones who lie to their family and use them for gain they are to be used as slaves for demons of the ring.

Frauds of the country. For the corrupt politicians who play as if they care for their people, they are forced to write scripts on a paper and with each word written those same words are burned into their flesh.

Ring 8. Pride - the stormy tundra of overwhelming ego. Pride is where the king of hell resides, Lucifer Blackwell, the sin of pride, at first suffered the punishment of being trapped within I've and struck by the light of the tartores storms until he broke free of his ice in which now he also personally degrade the prideful souls who dare defy God.

You can tell where my inspirations are... That's just what happens when your a

NERD

#nexus: ogre slayer #original story #original writing

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crazy-writer-101 · 11 months ago

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tw; sour blood

I was always told,

Trust me.

But those promises soon went cold,

When they found out they were free.

Never being who they said they were to be,

because their deal of blood got too old.

Generations and generations

of nothing but betrayal.

A fire started by our relations,

so dangerous, so fatal.

Everything burned from the foundations,

but things had always been unstable.

Our blood went sour

by the world's cruelty.

We used and abused our power,

and it turned into painful beauty.

The kind we want to devour,

but it turns our insides gloomy.

Tell me why we share the same blood,

but it doesn't connect us.

We're never respected, never loved,

because we share no trust.

Tricked, feared, killed, or drugged

will we only forget all that's corrupt.

Seasons continue to change,

but these people never do.

Always the same story on each page.

I'll survive the house that never grows and has never grew.

I'll survive the normal that some call strange.

But will I be the only one that makes it through?

I was always told,

Your blood is your family.

But we were betrayed and those facts were sold.

We come from the same history,

Just like the villain and the hero in every story of gold.

Yet the hero found different blood in his own victory.

Family doesn't always mean blood knots,

But sometimes you find it where you never even look;

In the wild souls and soft hearts.

I don't need my own past to write our book.

These pages will have the future, not a curse,

because we never ignore or overlook.

Blood will spill and dry up,

but our souls will go on forever.

Blood will leave us abrupt,

but we will hold tight to our found treasure.

The vampire of our past will leave us sucked,

for we only wished ourselves better.

But we're family.

And I wished it stayed like that,

but generations of the same selfish rhapsody,

has taken it from our grasp.

Only if our story hadn't been a tragedy,

we could have been a family with no tricks or traps

It's too late, my dear.

In another life, our blood wouldn't have gone sour,

and our trust would still be here.

But now I've found something to replace what was never ours.

Our mixed blood creates a color palette free from fears and tears.

I've finally found something to fix all that needs repairs.

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jdgo51 · 1 year ago

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DAILY DEVOTIONAL FOR SEPTEMBER 4, 2023

A Morning Song

By Sam Whatley (Alabama, USA)

READ 1 PETER 5:1-11

"Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me."

PSALM 51:10 (KJV)

"Years ago, I worked at night. It was a hectic life. I took my two children to and from school and then to sports or after-school activities. I seldom slept well; I was always grumpy and completely exhausted by the weekend. So I asked my family to please keep the house quiet until 10:00 a.m. on Saturdays, hoping to get needed sleep.

Early one Saturday I awoke to the shrill voice of my four-year-old, Andrew, singing at full volume. I bounded from our bedroom, half-asleep and irritated. But as I came to Andrew’s bedroom, his words pierced my soul. He sang, “Create in me a clean heart, O Lord, my God.” He was sitting on the floor looking up at me, his hands full of plastic toys.

As I stood there, still recoiling from irritation, my attitude suddenly changed. I told him how beautiful his song was. He had revealed an important need in my life that I had overlooked. In my haste to take care of my family’s earthly needs, I had neglected to keep my heart filled with the peace, love, and joy that only God can give. In the many years since then I have been reminded of that lesson each time I think of my son’s morning song." Even the very young can sense the need of God in things that surround their lives. Being honest and asking for a clean heart, even daily, is your way to connect and hold on to God.

TODAY'S PRAYER

"God, our Parent, as we try to meet the needs of our family, help us remember that our greatest need is staying close to you and showing your love to those around us. In Jesus’ name." Amen.

1 Peter 5:1-11

"1 Therefore, I have a request for the elders among you. (I ask this as a fellow elder and a witness of Christ’s sufferings, and as one who shares in the glory that is about to be revealed.) I urge the elders: 2 Like shepherds, tend the flock of God among you. Watch over it. Don’t shepherd because you must, but do it voluntarily for God. Don’t shepherd greedily, but do it eagerly. 3 Don’t shepherd by ruling over those entrusted to your care, but become examples to the flock. 4 And when the chief shepherd appears, you will receive an unfading crown of glory. 5 In the same way, I urge you who are younger: accept the authority of the elders. And everyone, clothe yourselves with humility toward each other. God stands against the proud, but he gives favor to the humble. 6 Therefore, humble yourselves under God’s power so that he may raise you up in the last day. 7 Throw all your anxiety onto him, because he cares about you. 8 Be clearheaded. Keep alert. Your accuser, the devil, is on the prowl like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. 9 Resist him, standing firm in the faith. Do so in the knowledge that your fellow believers are enduring the same suffering throughout the world. 10 After you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace, the one who called you into his eternal glory in Christ Jesus, will himself restore, empower, strengthen, and establish you. 11 To him be power forever and always. Amen." In your sufferings and disappointments you must experience those feelings, but God will give you back your glory and your peace with His grace. Your faith is very important and it gets you through many things. Be blessed this day! Joe

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autisticsupervillain · 1 year ago

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It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters....

Wilkins vs Alucard!

Conditions:

Alucard starts in Level 7 and does not have access to Schrodinger.

Scenario:

Alucard is sent to investigate a series of disappearances at a nearby coffee shop, with Hellsing suspecting vampire activity. Wilkins greets him from atop a pile of corpses and offers him a Wilkins Coffee. Alucard refuses in favor of his blood and Wilkins tires to kill him.

Analysis: Alucard

To compare Alucard to the standard vampire, Zorin Blitz and her armada of cannon fodder vampires once survived an airship crash equivalent to 47 tons of tnt, walking out of the wreckage unscathed. And she's no more powerful than the vampires Alucard slaughters every day.

Source:

Another vampire, Rip Van Winkle, can shoot bullets that can knock Blackbirds out of the sky, moving at Mach 38 to do so. Alucard caught one of her bullets with his teeth.

Source:

Level 0 is for when he wants to end the world.

Analysis: Wilkins

Jim Henson. One of the greatest artists of our time and indisputably one of the greatest puppeteers to ever live. Before he begain to raise entire generations on Sesame Street and took over the stage with The Muppets, Jim worked in advertising, where he was responsible for the creation of a far more sinister figure.

Wilkins and Wontkins were design to sell, well, Wilkins coffee and as far as puppets go, they’d be far more at home on Sex and Violence than on Sesame Street. Wilkins is a violent sadist who brutally tortures and murders his partner Wontkins for not buying his product, using his supernatural powers and various talents to constantly find new ways to do so. Wilkins is a gifted, sadistic intelligence capable in many fields, coordinated enough to control planes, hot air balloons, and submarines, intelligent enough to build complex machines, and skilled enough to become a sport fencer and fight in World War 2. Wilkins uses these talents in conjunction with his powers to make sure you buy Wilkins Coffee... or else.

Wilkins is strong enough to sink a ship with one hit, durable enough to tank a space ship explosion, and fast enough to dodge fire from a tommy gun, the bullets of whichcan move at speeds up to 285 meters per second. He's constantly powerful enough to beat, stab, and throw Wontkins to his death, who in turn is durable enough to survive the Washington Monument falling in top of him. 81,120,000 kilograms falling from a height of 169.249 meters like that would hit with a kinetic energy of 32 tons of TNT!

And that's by himself, Wilkins comes equipped a wide variety of hammers, guns, and bombs, half of the latter two can completely vaporize Wontkins in one shot. And with his magic, Wilkins can see the future, survive decapitation, telekinetically ragdoll Wontkins, erase people from existence, and even see and talk to ghosts. He can summon nearly anything to aide him jn his torment, from a stampede of horses, to maneating shadow monsters, to even a giant killer whale. He can even summon the CEO to remove his enemy from the plot if the commercial by "firing" them, or summon the hand of fate itself to completely remove you from existence.

Wilkins may predate Jim Henson's most iconic characters, but that makes him no less zany than them. And no less dangerous than them either.

Throwdown Theme:

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Throwdown Breakdown:

Well, this is a weird one.

Alucard is easily fast enough to effortlessly dodge anything Wilkins throws out and speed blitz him completely... but he likely won't. Alucard is smug and sadistic and it's against his character to actually dodge anything unless he knows it can counter his healing factor. Which is a problem, as anything that can get past Alucard's healing factor would kill him in one shot here.

As powerful as Wilkins guns, cannons, and bombs are, Alucard can heal from that. He can arguably even heal from being poofed from existence depending on how you interpret the whole Schrodinger thing. But the hand of fate is pretty solidly beyond him. Other summons are a distraction at most, so the question here is will Wilkins use the hand of fate in time?

Because Alucard's guns can likely rip Wilkins to shreds. As they can rip apart people in the level of tanking 46 tons of TNT, and Wilkins is somewhere above 32. Given how much damage they do, Wilkins being able to survive decapitation likely wouldn't be enough to survive a sustained barrage. So he's only got one shot at this.

This is a quick draw... and I don't see Wilkins likely pulling the gun he needs. In all of the commercials that still exist today with Wilkins in them, he's summoned the hand of fate exactly once. He's gotten the CEO directly involved roughly five times and erased someone only three. Out of all the dozens of commercials he's been in. The rest are all bludgeonings, stabbings, or summons Alucard can easily best. Outside of the two, maybe three, things he can do to win instantly, Wilkins best bet is that his other summons would get Alucard pumped up to fight more things, leaving him to goad Wilkins into summoning something stronger. At which point, Wilkins uses the hand of fate to make him go poof.

Outside of those options, the rest of Wilkins roulette wheel of equally in character options would leave Alucard woefully unimpressed, prompting the vampire to blow him away without a second thought. Wilkins telekinesis is much weaker than Alucard's, so nothing there, and the rest he can just heal through.

The ironic thing about this being a quick draw contest is that the winner is never going to realize how big a threat the loser was for him. If Wilkins wins, he'd go on likely not realizing Alucard was a monster of any kind at all. And when Alucard wins, he's going to walk away huffing at this being a waste of his time.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Alucard!

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unhingedmentalstate · 1 year ago

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Severed Connections

Just a little story for something I’m working on. Going to be posting a lot of stories like it and it may or may not be canon for it?

I don’t know but it also gives me a chance to get back into writing as well ^^ so most of it will kind suck but gotta post something eventually :D and Severed Connections is what it will be called but may change the title a later date.

It's titled 'I'm sorry'

"Will killing me make you feel better?" Her voice quiet, unwavering while looking up at you. Her body ached from the vast time she had gone without. Without the very thing she needed to survive, all because it was what you had wanted a forever or two ago.

You stood over her, the knife glinting in the moonlight. The only thing that could kill a being such as herself.

Your mind raced, trying to peace together what to say to her in this moment.

Which you would hope would be the last you two will share.

She was a monster.

You couldn't fool yourself into believing anything else about it.

"I don't hate you…I could never…ever bring myself to hate you." She spoke up again, giving you a calm smile, her gaze never leaving your own.

"You…don't love me…maybe you never did." Her eyes grew wet as they began to fill with tears or, at least, her species equivalent to tears.

"But I don't care, I have loved you. I have loved the very essence of your soul. Accepted you for everything that you were to be and what you could become…the unknown of your soul intrigued me." Reaching out to you before clenching her hand into a loose fist. Letting it fall back to her side.

"So I gave you your freedom…done what you promised and you stopped devouring souls, the very worlds they inhabit. Made me abandon all that made me a God…and I done it all without hesitation, all to make you happy."

Her words felt like a dagger to the heart, much like the one you had grasped in your hand.

The monster's words were beginning to sway you.

No. You couldn't. You knew what she was. What she could do.

It was just a ploy to get you to spare her! That's all it was!

"Stop…stop! You're a monster! Monsters can't feel anything but hunger and rage! So shut up and stop talking to me as if you know what love is!" You barked at her, slamming it done.

Burying the knife in her chest, clinching your eyes shut, expecting her retaliate. To rip you to shreds and devour your soul like she had done to others before.

Feeling something wrap aroud you, you prepared yourself for the worse. Tensing as the grip tightened and you were pulled towards her.

Nothing…nothing happened. No pain, no sounds of popping bones or ripping flesh.

Opening your eyes, the monster was staring at you. With the same lovelorn gaze she had given you countless times before.

"I know…you think of me as a simple monster….anything to make this easier for you…" She spoke, her voice shaking as the inky blackness that made her body started to fizzle and dissipate.

"I'm sorry…I couldn't get you to believe that I loved you. That, despite my best efforts, get you to think you were worth of love and even though I'll be gone. Just know that I still love you and wish you only the best the cosmos can give you." She whispered, bringing your head close.

Flinching away, afraid she would bite your head clean off but was met with a small but bitter laugh.

"Even in my dying state. The knife and the pain of disappearing…nothing hurts me more than you thinking I would hurt you…"

Feeling a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You opened your eyes but saw nothing.

The knife laying on the grass and the monster's body was gone. The creature that had been tormenting your very existence…she was gone.

She was gone and will never come back…

So why didn't you feel at peace.

"I'm sorry."

#severed connections

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