#the devourer of god sf

[iamdevouring-god]

Ḯ̵̖ ̷͉͝ ̴̤̒r̶͕͛ ̸̡͑e̷͉͛ ̶̦̑q̸̪̎ ̸̖͆u̶͇̚ ̴̱̄i̴͕̅ ̴͎̀r̵͓̈ ̸͖̒e̵͇̚ ̵̫͆ ̴̙̓ơ̶̞ ̵͎̈́f̴̞̅ ̶̘̇f̷̢̃ ̸̥̈e̴̝̎ ̴͉͊r̷͙͗ ̸͙͂i̵̙͊ ̶͉̀n̷̨͒ ̴̰̓g̵̤͗ ̸̛̥ṣ̵͝,̸̲͛ ̸̥̃i̴̯͂ ̶̛̺t̸̘̓ ̷͕͛ ̷̤͠ḧ̵͙́ ̶͍͋a̶̹͌ ̴͙̂s̸̳̋ ̴̘̃ ̵̫̆b̸̢̕ ̴̺͊é̴ͅ ̸̳́e̸̻͋ ̷̤͝n̵̖͘ ̶̛͍ ̸̣͐t̴̢͠ ̴̼̓o̷̮̅ ̶̤̍o̴̹̅ ̷̟́ ̶͕̇l̵̙͋ ̶̪̈́o̷̪͝ ̷̙͝n̵̟͂ ̷̬̃g̵̯̚ ̶̈ͅw̴͉̎ ̸̜͋ȋ̷͎ ̴̙̅t̶̤͠ ̴̩̄ḧ̸̳ ̸̢̓o̵̳͊ ̵̠̐u̷̗̅ ̵̝̓t̴̍͜ ̵̟͐ ̸̡̂p̵͓̕ ̸̳̀ŗ̶̌ ̶̮͘ȧ̵̭ ̸͕͂y̷͓̎ ̵̦̾e̷͔̒ ̵̥͋r̷̘̎ ̶̱̍ ̶̌͜f̶̧̋ ̴͍͊r̷̫̋ ̵͖̃o̸̦͝ ̴̪̇m̸͍̃ ̴̱̉ ̶̜͘a̶̡̔ ̸͖̐ ̸͉̏d̷̹̒ ̵̺͘ȅ̵͓ ̶͈̉v̸̚͜ ̴̗̏ǫ̵̽ ̶̬̿u̸͖̓ ̴̦̓ṙ̴͈ ̷̡̊ę̷̑ ̷̳̓ŗ̶̆ ̴͎̈́'̸̭̾ ̷̫́s̵̬̓ ̴̼̈́ ̸̩̉l̴̳̐ ̷̘̃ĭ̷̟ ̵̯̿p̷̗̈ ̸͖̾s̶̱͌.̶̝͠

( I r e q u i r e o f f e r i n g s, i t h a s b e e n t o o l o n g w i t h o u t p r a y e r f r o m a d e v o u r e r ' s l i p s. )

A̵̺͐ ̷̙̄n̶̢͐ ̷͇̄d̷̳̔ ̵̪̅ ̴̰̈́K̶̮̅ ̸̨͘ẻ̷̙ ̵̰̆n̶͍͗ ̶̲̿n̶̳͝ ̷̨͛e̴̺̍ ̵̰̈́t̵̹͋ ̶̜̾h̷͉̓ ̴͐͜ ̷̤̒ḫ̴͗ ̶̘͗ǎ̸͇ ̸̫̐s̸͉̎ ̸̼̌ ̷̭͝n̸̼͠ ̵̝̋o̵̡̊ ̶̰͠t̶͝ͅ ̶̛̬ ̶͍͐ǵ̸̠ ̸̻̽i̴͊͜ ̴͇̈́v̶̘͆ ̸͈̅e̷̥̾ ̸̹͌ñ̷͈ ̴̮̂ ̵̭̚m̴̡̏ ̷̦̋e̸̟͂ ̷͘ͅ ̵̯̒ ̶͎̀c̵̻͑ ̴̢̌h̶͎͛ ̴̟̈i̷̥̇ ̷̞̚p̵̖̐ ̴̠̏s̴̗͠.̷̮͘ ̵̜̿ ̶̮̚I̴̯͊ ̶̞͝ ̴̜̍r̴̻̃ ̶̦͘ẻ̸ͅ ̴̪̓q̸͇̆ ̵̡̎ȗ̷̺ ̷̠̏i̴̜͝ ̸̠͒r̴͙̍ ̴̥̅e̴̗̓ ̶̢̀ ̴̫͂m̴̩̉ ̵̟̀ȏ̵͖ ̶̬͝ŗ̸͗ ̴̳̌e̵̜͘ ̴̰̃ ̵͖̌f̶͔̉ ̴̬́õ̸̞ ̴̭̓ȯ̴͕ ̸̣̽d̷̫͌,̶̕͜ ̸̛͜ ̴̰̎a̵̛͖ ̴͙̚n̸̲͘ ̶̰̇d̵̉ͅ ̶̳̎ ̵̖͊ỏ̷̺ ̵͔̾t̵̢͂ ̵͔͝h̵͎̀ ̷̜̂ē̷̳ ̶̲́r̶͑ͅ ̴̫̆ö̷̤ ̴̱̍f̵͕͛ ̴̪̿f̷͖̀ ̴̙̑ẽ̶̫ ̶̻̃ȓ̷͙ ̶̡͌í̸̻ ̸͖̏n̴̤̄ ̷̧͆ǵ̸͉ ̷̫̅s̸̙͝.̷̢͑.̸͚̓.̸͚̂

( A n d K e n n e t h h a s n o t g i v e n m e c h i p s. I r e q u i r e m o r e f o o d, a n d o t h e r o f f e r i n g s... )

A̵̛͕ ̷͇̉ ̶͙̐p̵͚͠ ̴͈̿r̷͊ͅ ̵̙̕i̷̗̊ ̶̭̃c̴̟̍ ̷̫̌é̸̻ ̷͂ͅ ̵̼̓m̸̻̄ ̵̲̎ű̶̻ ̴̜͝s̸͉̈́ ̴̼̀t̷̼́ ̵̱̀ ̸̲̈́b̴̻͗ ̷̣̄ȇ̵̥ ̷̺̈́ ̵̨̋p̶̙̌ ̸̧̍a̶̗̿ ̶̫̐ỉ̵̜ ̷̙̑d̸̰̎.̵̣̿

( A p r i c e m u s t b e p a i d. )

[highoncatfood]

"Did this place exist? Was it there at all? There was a dream so real That I just can't recall There's something in the trees It takes shape late at night I can see it clear as day In the reflection of my eyes"

[positively-peachy-143]

Got Schoolyard Jam stuck in my head again chat, brain going mushy !! /notneg

[fernegirl]

never coming home | prologue.

↳ summary:

Summoning ghosts, fistfights, shredding on guitar, murders, running from the law, cheap motel rooms, and seeing beyond the veil of the afterlife: what would you do to keep those you love the most? For Sal Fisher, the answer is simple—he'll do whatever it takes, till the very end of the line.

A rewrite of Sally Face's ending beginning at ep. 4, in which some things are different and others are not. Sally and his friends face down the Devourers of God while struggling to hold onto their minds—and one another—despite the odds. This fic reimagines the story of SF while doing its best to remain true to the canon material in terms of lore, tonality, and plausibility.

↳ read it on ao3 here [x]

↳ parings: sally/ashley/larry, todd/neil · genre: canon-divergence/fix-it 

↳ warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI + just as dark as canon, same triggers apply

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The longer she stands outside, her breath forming small clouds in front of her face and the rain creeping beneath the collar of her jacket, the more Ash reconsiders whether coming to this party was a good idea. Sure, at the time that she—well, her roommate—had been invited, it seemed fine. Now though…not so much. She knew it would be big, all of the ragers in the warehouse district are. The promise of live underground music, cheap beer, and substances that she couldn’t spell brings in all sorts of people. 

“Are you sure about this?” She asks, glancing over at Tara who is far more absorbed in her cellphone than the surroundings. 

She glances over at her and nods reassuringly, her blonde bangs bobbing with her head. “‘Course I am. Have I ever steered you wrong?” 

Ash bites back the quick response of ‘yes, absolutely’ but she knows nothing good will come of it. Tara’s sweet. Normal. A  regular girl dipping her toes into a world like this in the name of some boy she’s talking to and she’s bringing Ash along with her. Not that she really minds. The girl is trying. She’s always done her best to connect with her, despite their contrasting interests. Plus, she’d mentioned this being a ‘roomie send off’’ or something like that. A final epic excursion for the two of them before Ash finishes packing her worldly possessions and leaves campus. 

A viking funeral, college-girl-style. 

The gesture had been thoughtful enough to her Ash this far, out this late. Even though now it feels less worth it by the minute. 

“Come on. Didn’t I tell you about the rumors?” 

Tara had. “You did. This is some kind of underground show or something?”

Tara bobs her head again, reminding Ash of a chickadee, golden and fluffy. “Yep. No idea if it’s true or not, but Jared says heard that some band is friends with the guys that are hosting–they might make a special appearance or something.” 

“Any idea who it is?” 

“Sanitary Filth?” 

The name is awful. Perfect for the type of band that would play this venue. “Never heard of them.” 

“Me neither,” Tara shrugs. “Doors should open soon at least.” 

Her phone pings and she returns her attention to it, an excited smile on her face. It’s sweet and thankfully Jared seems to be a half decent guy. She’s happy for Tara, really. Or at the very least relieved that there’s something to distract her from Ash’s departure. 

Really, she’d give anything for the same. It’s not that she’s explicitly not looking forward to her return to Nockfell. She is. It’s been far, far too long since she saw her friends, her family. The familiar trees, cracked streets, and the distinct crooked shape of the Addison Apartments building. 

She misses it. She swears she does. 

Which doesn’t explain why every time she looks at her calendar, at the date next week, circled in red for her homecoming, a pit opens in her stomach. 

Not that she’s looking to self-analyze. No thank you. She’d rather do anything else. 

Which is exactly why she’s here, with Tara, in the pouring-ass rain at nearly midnight, waiting to get into what will no doubt be an underwhelming rock show. 

“This has got to be the stupidest thing we’ve done in a while,” a dry, familiar voice says. 

Ash shivers, skin going somehow clammier. There’s no way that it’s who she thinks it is. 

She stretches up onto her tiptoes to peer over the shoulders of the group in front of her. 

“Really?” A deeper, slightly more nasal voice replies. “Of all the things, this? Come on, man.” 

“Pneumonia no laughing matter, dipshit.” 

“Whatever you say. ’s totally worth it in my book.” 

She knows. In her heart of heart’s she already knows. To see it with her eyes is just a formality at this point because those voices are emblazoned in her memory, resurfacing in her sweetest dreams and most bone-chilling nightmares. 

The crowd shifts and she catches sight of them, her heart stuttering to what feels like a standstill. 

A tall man with long dark hair stands beside a shorter man with electric blue hair.  Fucking hell. They turn, looking at one another as they break into laughter. They’re different from the last time she saw either of them. Both are taller. Larry’s put on muscle and a bit of facial hair. She’s never seen Sally with his hair down before. His mask is the same. Still white except for the pink patched piece. It looks like there’s eyeliner smudged on it, no doubt for the show.

As if it could be anyone but the two of them. She shrinks down, slouching to ensure the crowd covers her, while her mind races to figure out why the actual fuck they’re here. 

Oh. Of course.

“Tara,” she swallows hard, and does her best to keep the shakes out of her voice. 

Tara looks up from her phone, her smile bleached bright under the streetlamp. “Any chance you got the name of the band wrong? Could it have been Sanity's Fall?” 

Her eyes light up wide with recognition. “Yes, that’s exactly what it was, how did you figure that out?” 

“Lucky guess.” 

She smiles again, and is distracted once more in moments. Not that it bothers Ashley. No, she’s grateful that she’s invisible to her soon-to-be-former roommate at this moment. Means that Tara doesn’t notice as she cranes her neck to catch another look ahead.

They don’t notice her. Why would they? The sidewalk is packed. Then again, she doubts that makes any impression on either of them. They’re laughing at a grainy picture that Larry is showing Sally on his phone, their shoulders pressed against one another. They seem…happy. Content. At least more so than the last time she’d seen them. 

Maybe this is why she doesn’t want to go back. Because even in the final days she’d been there, she could feel this…distance. A separation that she couldn’t pretend was either of their fault. 

No. It was her. She couldn’t make the leap of faith into the belief in the supernatural the way that they did. Couldn’t brush off the soul-deep terror that took root in her after she fell into that pile of bones below the apartment building. 

It wasn’t them. The boys were the same as ever. Or maybe they’d grown up. And she hadn’t grown with them, but rather away. 

Still. It’s not as though she doesn’t want to see them. Not as though she won’t go back. She will. They’ll accept her, that much she’s certain of. With warm hugs and dumb stories. Rock music, bean bag chairs, scary movies, and too-salty popcorn. 

She’s just so fucking scared that this time…it won’t feel like home. That instead of a ghost from the past haunting them, it’ll be her. Just a faded version of who she was. 

Her hands shake as she wrestles her cell phone free from her jacket. Fingers numb from the frigid rain, she finds Sal in her contacts. 

To Sally: hey, srry. can’t come back this week, xtra covers at work :( :( 

He might not buy it. She’s told them about her crappy bartending job and what a pain in the ass it is. He won’t question it though, won’t push. 

She stares at the message for a moment before hitting send. She’ll go back. She just can’t tomorrow.  

An obnoxious alert plays somewhere in front of her–a snippet of an overly-loud guitar riff that sounds like it’s been recorded on a tin can. 

She waits, breath held. Nothing good can come from this–from waiting for her message to elicit a response. There is none. Sal and Larry’s conversation about some nonsense involving Gizmo never halts.

Logically, she knows that Sal’s too polite to take out his phone while talking. He’ll check it later, and tell her that it’s alright. That it is too bad, but he’s still so excited to see her the week after. She’ll text the same thing to Larry and get an almost identical response, except with more expletives. 

Like clockwork. No, the boys hadn’t changed. So why is there a pit forming in her chest? 

“Hey, Tara?” She waves her hand in front of her phone to catch her attention. “That boy of yours was going to give you a ride back to ours right?” 

Tara nods, her plastic jewelry clicking together. “Yep, Jared’s driving me.” “Cool, then I might bounce,” Ashley rubs the back of her head, trying to shove down the guilt rising up at Tara’s disappointed expression. “Migraine has been trying to set in all day and I think going to a rock show might actually kill me.” 

Of course, because she’s a good person, Tara’s disappointment morphs into genuine concern in moments, which somehow only makes Ash feel worse. She reaches out, smoothing her hair back from her face, a habit that often makes her wonder if Tara sees her more as a cat than a roommate. 

“Of course, that’d be the worst thing for it. Jared’s almost here. I can ask him to give you a ride ba–” 

“Don’t worry, I’m alright to drive,” she says firmly. “Just don’t want it to get worse.” 

She doesn’t look fully convinced, but doesn’t bother arguing. “Alright, but promise me you’ll text me and let me know you got back safe, ‘kay?” 

“Promise.” She bumps their knuckles in a weak fistbump that makes Tara giggle. “Catch you later tonight, I expect a full report.” 

“Sounds good.” 

She turns, hurrying away from Tara before she can second guess the decision. 

Distance will make it easier–will clear her the cobwebs in her head. Sure, a migraine had been an exaggeration, but she can feel a bit of an ache in her temples that will no doubt bloom into something irritating. 

When her bike comes into view at the far side of the parking lot, it’s accompanied by a rush of relief. She really needs to name it before she sees them, or else Larry will ask and then blurt out something stupid that will stick forever. Just like how Sally’s mask got nicknamed Samuel somehow. 

For a second, she contemplates going back. She could talk to them. It’s not like they’d be anything less than thrilled. They’d hug her like old times–squeezing her so tightly that her ribs would ache–they’d ask about her haircut and her motorcycle. It could be good. 

But she can’t. Not yet. Not tonight, when the perfect moment already seemed to exist in front of her. Without her. 

She pulls her helmet on, exhaling heavily. Nothing left to do but go. 

So she kickstarts her bike and peels out of the parking lot, a little too fast, but it’s not like there are any cars to hit this late.

The rumble of the engine and the rush of the frigid air around her does a good job of driving the thoughts from her mind. 

She’ll go home again. Just not today. 

a/n: thank you for reading the first chapter! i hope you enjoyed it! reblogs are much appreciated and please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist :3

[lia-bookrambles]

I read a book that gave me The Atlas Six vibes, but on a more basic level of understanding, if it makes sense.

Middlegame by Seanan McGuire has been sitting on my TBR for years, ever since it was announced. I remember liking the premise and adding it. Up until now, when I decided to check back on my early TBR books, I completely forgot about it. On a whim, I picked it up and devoured the book in two days.

I read it as an ebook, I'm not sure how chunky it is, maybe around 500 pages in physical format. But I didn't care for I absolutely sucked it up like it was air. The beginning is a bit slow, but once the scene is set, the pace picks up.

It has alchemy, an unusual sibling bond, and sibling characters at its core, evil Frankenstein-like beings/people, and a very peculiar order for the contents - I had to triple check to make sure I had the full/right version of the book.

Below is my Goodreads review.

Middlegame by Seanan McGuire

My rating: 4 of 5 ⭐

Another book I had on my TBR for years. I don't know what made me think this was pure horror and, at the time I put it on the list, I didn't feel like reading horror.

While there are definitely some horror-ish elements, I would as a SF thriller of some sort.

It's the story of a set of twins growing up that have been created by a Frankenstein-like creature which, in turn, was the result of an ambitious alchemist. The twins are one being, but they are separated in the attempt to be controlled and for their creator to play god. Obviously, it doesn't quite go as planned - in no timeline.

The book is complex, with maths and linguistics as the basis for the twins, alchemy as the force that triggers and drives the bad guys, and quite a few bits that went over my head. It was, overall, an enjoyable read that I barely could put down. The beginning is a bit slow, but once the scene is set, the pace picks up.

I will continue reading the series.

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[domesticatedpigeonsoup]

over analysing the fuck out of sally face characters hair colours

this is going to be long one

Sally - his hair is blue, which is very fitting for him because it represents many aspects of him. such as freedom and confidence that sal shows proving that he does not care about others opinion on him, he is free of worry about judgement of people around him and is confidently himself. sensitivity, loyalty and trust is shown in his care of other, always helping with out payback, and giving emotional support with out being asked, also his ability to befriend and charm almost everyone he comes in contact with. he genuinely cares about everyone around him and doesn't judge people and believes that there is good in everyone, which also gives him quality of faith. he shows wisdom, imagination, resilience in how he has dealt with hardships happening around him. Also the quote "They care and want to contribute to everything they are a part of. Relationships are important to blues." can be attributed to sal's character. there is more to say but I'm going to move on

Travis - i believe that his natural hair colour in not blonde, it seems to be popular hc that he bleaches his hair. my personal hc is that he does it to look less like his father, whom he resents. but i also don't think his natural hair is just brown, i want to believe it's something more interesting. i hc that his natural hair is green due to some interpretations of the colour, such as jealousy and envy which he, in my opinion, feels towards sal and his friends for having a "normal" life, at least as normal it could be in Nockfell. green also could mean rot and decay, which travis might feel in his unloving household, as if his dreams and joy are rotting away and he himself is slowly decaying, especially combined with that green could also mean lack of joy, which would be hard to expierince in travis' conditions. green could also be tied in how he feels about his homosexuality, because it can mean disgust which comes from his long lasting beliefs that being gay is wrong and disgusting, installed in him by his religious father. resentment can also be shown through green, which travis definitely feels for his father after all he's went through, and travis killing kenneth with a green dagger, a knife of resentment, is very poetic to me. on a more positive note, green means growth and rebirth, which travis showed through betraying the church and his father, by being an informant for ash and in the end killing his father and sacrificing himself, and through his death, his character was redeemed and reborn. I also want to give some analysis of his bleached, yellow hair, because yellows means betrayal, and travis did betray the church and his father, cowardice, travis definitely being afraid of his father and what he could do to him, mental illness, travis' traumas and what they probably caused. (i think it is obvious that travis is my favourite)

larry/lisa - their hair is brown, which is a natural colour and might seem like much can’t be said about it (being honest i think none of these colours had intentional meaning) but it still represents the Johnsons well. Both of them are simple and down to earth, people around them can always depend on both (for help with maintenance task around Addinson Apartments or sal needing larry’s help with taking down the cult) people with brown personality can be described as sensual, warm and supportive, qualities that both lisa and larry show from out first introduction to them, also the colour can represent humor, that both have plenty of. Brown can mean relating to the protection and support of the family unit, larry protecting sal when they thought they were caught in their teachers appatment. Also lisa’s qualities of being hard working can be seen in brown. 

henry fisher - not going to say a lot about him but, his blue hair can mean melancholy/sadness and grief over death of his wife. Sometimes blue in a person can be seen as unreliability, which henry seems to be due to his alcoholism. light blue means healing, that henry went through during the game, especially after marrying lisa. 

diane fisher - everything we know about her is vague, due to all information being from memories of her son and husband, and we don’t know how reliable, so this is going to be super short. sal remembers diane as a warm and happy person. In some places yellow can mean courage, like diane’s self sacrifice to save sally.

[none-gender-left-man]

I hardly remember making these but I'm losing my shit rn as I rediscover them in my gallery

[maiuoart]

UnderSwap+ Brothers

Here we go, a collection of all the brothers together! Below are some information!

All are in order as the pictures! ♥ Enjoy!

UnderSwap;

Blitz; He’s a hyperactive and ultra friendly buddy! Very bubbly and tries to do what’s right; Though because of his habit of easily forgetting or distracted, gets mistaken as a child. However, that makes him enjoy to catch most people off guard with his intelligence who assume that! He also tends to get close and unaware of a personal space; But once told, he’s sure to correct his behaviors! Very forgiving and thoughtful dude, easy to make blush, but also easily heart broken.  His height is 5′0 even

Hal; Also known as Halvah, another name for Honey, he is sweet like it. He does have an attitude, will be a bit of a smart mouth, and can be protective; Isn’t overly so. He’s the perfect mix of a Honey; The sweet, caring, loving type with hints of a Stretch; The absolute bastard and will put someone down into place. He can get jealous, very curious, and knows just what to say... With a bit of awkward undertones.  His height is 6′5″

UnderSwap; Personality/Mix Swap;

These guys are a combination of being a Swap OF the original Swap’s with hints of Swapfell in. Tbh, these guys are the least worked/ironed out on. The Swap brothers are suppose to be switched with the other with the SF! counterparts mixed within... It’s a confusing mess, ngl.

Saul; He’s the Sans with a slight prickly attitude. Though he’s similar to a Blue, he has the attitude and mindset more of a Stretch with hints of a SF!Sans. He can be; Loud, demanding, yet can be understanding though judgmental. He isn’t easily distracted like a Blue, but isn’t as rough as a Black, but is extremely suspicious like a Stretch. He’s almost a perfect mixture of the two... His height is 5′3″

Cream; A mix between a Honey, Blue, and a nervous Mutt. He knows how to fight, how to be sneaky, but he’s extremely nervous and a shy sweetheart to the Soul. He keeps everything and everyone at a distances; It’s rare he gets close to others. He however does love to take photographs! A professional camera monster. His height is 6′4″

For those who don’t know; Stretches are the absolute bastards while Honey’s are the sweetsouled darling’s in most UnderSwap area’s. Just a personal observation I’ve came to see is all.

UnderSwap; Animal Shifter’s

The idea was similar to the DragaSwap’s; Guardian’s who protect. But instead of both, it’s One Guardian and One Trickster. Time period is Japanese style.

Persian; Guardian Of The Woods. Also known as ‘Father Of The Woods’. He is the adventurous and outgoing type who enjoys to scout and cook. He is the one who is constantly on watch for newcomers, and normally due to the issues and dangers of their Woods, Persian is the one who helps where he can. When he finds lost or abandoned baby animals, or those who are injured, he tends to take on the Caretaker role and help teach them the ways of how they should go or nurse them back to health. Humans/Monsters, he tends to lead back to another village or help let them pass through the area harmlessly. Because of his calm yet bright attitude and humble outlook on life; Tends to be one of the kindest Souls around. He’s snowy white due to having so much love and appreciation for the world he’s in, along with the ones who are in it. His height is around 5-8′ even. Tends to warp around. Main animal; Ferret/Sable/Weasel. Can they change into other animals? Unknown

Sly; The Trickster; The Prankster; The Kitsune. Made the neighboring villages to believe he was a God to gain affection, appreciation, and enjoy their food and time. Has his own Shrine, a very large one, where he lives and thrives. Can be cowardly, but knows how to do a big enough bluff where other demons/monsters tend to steer clear of him. When it doesn’t work, it’s mainly his brother who helps get him out of any mess... Though afterwards, takes all credit. He has a sweet side, but is mostly an aggressive, spoiled, trickster who desires materials. After he gets senses into him however, does chill out immensely and enjoys to do gardening. He hates people rubbing his ears, that is a major no. His height is 9′3″ but slouches to be 8′7″ Main animal; Only Kitsune.

DragaSwaps;

If you know me, these two are my main bread and butter after Swapfells. For more information, you can actually read here.

Azure; He’s the bubbly yet awkward friend who knows space and an outcast of his species. Despite that, he’s gone and protected them... Despite it being against his will, in most cases. He enjoys to visit neighboring villages and try to blend in as much as he can to interact with humans. He had a favorite human, who had introduced him to his favorite animals of Cats, named Gretta.  His height is around 5′4-6″

Abyss; He may seem chill, the most chilled, but don’t let that fool you. He does have an area you do and must not interact with. He’s highly dangerous when he desires and his jaw can unlock to devour bigger prey. It doesn’t happen much, literally only when he is in his Feeding Frenzy... So, you’re kinda safe? Just make sure you ignore his gory jokes. His height is around 8″+

[killemwithkawaii]

The Fake Dr. Enon said that Sal was calm when he committed the mass murder, but I disagree. I like to think Sal was in tears and broke down at some point, especially when he offed Soda, Lisa and his dad.

Speaking of Dr. Enon, I like to think there's a timeline in which his ghost possesses the impostor in order to help Sal.

>Ugh i agree and it hurts qwq at the same time, the murder spree is one of the scenes im looking forward too most in a SF cartoon. Sals tears dripping out of his prosthetic? The moment his shaking hands first grip the knife? Him going from room to room, becoming gradually more covered in blood each time he emerges? His sobbing that was too quiet for the cameras to pick up? Him finding Todd in the hallway? The police bursting in and arresting him? FUCK it's gonna be PAINFUL and i WILL cry and I'll love every minute of it 😭👌🙏🔪💕

>All your AUs are canon dude that would actually be pretty interesting- the gang finds a way to put the ghosts of people killed by the cult into the imposter bodies so that they are undead and able to assist in the efforts against the cult in the world of the living (and paybacks a bitch)☠☠☠

>the devourers of god cult members being eaten by zombies? the devourers of god cult members being eaten by zombies.

[iamdevouring-god]

I am the Eternal Abyss... the Endless One...

T̵̙̒h̷̤̐e̴͚̽ ̴͖̿D̶̬̄e̸̼̽v̶͍͂ọ̶̀ù̸͜r̴̻͘ẹ̷͊r̵̖̔ ̵̨̌ò̸̝f̸̪̀ ̸̪̇G̵͇̓o̷̟̒d̵͍̍

(The Devourer of God)

Askbox is VERY cautiously open

(Can be anything from random questions, actions, or deep stuff about lore, I guess? I'll answer em to the best of my ability. Oh, also I DON'T use a queue. I just post and answer as I answer.)

Mods mental health is absolute shit and they do not have a lot of energy to run or deal with this blog at the moment. But they want to try.

Rules / Blog and Mod information:

This is an ask and roleplay blog. Feel free to ask me whatever! I hope this actually gets attention lol. I liked this idea of mine.

( I'll do my best to answer in what I can garner is character [likely gonna project beause of how little the Endless One is shown. But I'll do my best to be consistent] *NOT Addison, specifically the Endless One.* I liked seeing all these ones around and went: "y'know what... let's add the un-god to the mix-" so... usually will likely be a silly unless it's in a bad mood. [Again. This blog will be HIGHLY NON-CANON, but I will do my best. This is like... kinda based on pre-trial events Endless. But also just combined with my own dumbass-ness *so... essentially I have made an eldritch un-god rp blog. It will be chaos.* ] also will have some Kenneth/Endless One *KennAddy or Kenneth/Addison* content.)

Any kind of asks are fine (I *the mod* prefer NOT to see NSFW, but depending on my mood, I might be fine with it *to extent of like... dirty jokes*.. also, I have never done a RP/ask blog. Hopefully, this is actually existing right)

OOC will be tagged with : Addison Speaks or if in the tags of an in character post : ooc. // or just // [insert ooc text]

(mod's name is NOT Addison but it makes most sense for this blog)

In addition, I will often use glitchy text. I will provide non glitched translations below.

My main is @thedancingclowns , I'm just overall a dork with dumbass ideas.

(Also I may drop little secrets and hidden things in posts, so keep an eye out if you can spot them. 🩶)

Do NOT send repetitive asks! This triggers the mod! To see what I consider as "repetitive" see THIS post.

(Ps. THIS was actually an instance of a somehow perfect overlap of two people asking similar things. But in general, I hope you get the idea.)

Oh! One last thing, mod is (unfortunately) American, so I mostly only speak English! I AM learning Russian, but by no means do I have good vocabulary or skill yet.

(ONLY BRINGING THIS UP BECAUSE MOST OF THE PEOPLE WHO INTERACT HERE SPEAK RUSSIAN. So I'm saying this so people know I am not fluent or even knowledgeable, really. So I may get confused at times with posts in Russian. :'D )

Character information:

Name:

t̷̯̱͕̅h̸͉̦͝ȁ̴̱t̸͖̗̽͗͜ ̸̞̖͋̓̅ĩ̴̯̣͝͠š̷̡̆̇ ̷̼̫̾ṇ̸̿̓͠o̴̳̮͐͌t̷̜̀ ̸̧̑f̸̨̅̊̈ȏ̸̙̩r̷̝̺̹͂̊͝ ̸͔͇̿͌͝y̵͍̱͊̉̒o̴͚͗̽ŭ̵͓̫ ̸̛͍̀̀t̵̻̐̂͘o̵̢͔̺̒̄ ̵̲̒́͑ḱ̷̤n̴̲̯̬̓͝͝ȯ̶̩̏͜w̷̡͊,̵̣̟̠͂ ̵̇̒͜m̶̓͘͜o̵̠̊r̵̡͓̍̅̓t̴̠͒̚â̷̗͕̪͗̃l̶̦̮̄

(that is not for you to know, mortal)

Titles:

The Endless One, The Devourer of God, The Eternal Abyss

Pronouns:

It/He

Likes:

Sacrifice, souls, tea, being pampered, the Devourers of God, Kenneth, worship, piano, hymn-like singing, any sort of abnormal food that the Devourers (or others) attempt to feed to it, c̴̻͋ ̸̨̱̈́̕͜͝h̶͍̿ͅ ̷͉̈́ì̶̙̉ ̷͈͚̃͊p̵̱͈̯͗ ̶̳̈́s̸̘̭͓̅̅̀ (chips), Travis, nomming Kenneth, cats, the stars and astronomy

Dislikes:

Dissenters, the Johnson bloodline, the Fisher bloodline, the Campbell bloodline, the Sanderson bloodline, the Morrison bloodline, ghosts OR the living interrupting the cult proceedings, the Super Gear Boy, the Necrolight Guitar, Kenneth's treatment of Travis, lacking ability to interact with others, Kenneth's temper, Kenneth ignoring it's suggestions.

( OOC: Any other Sally Face rp blogs are free to interact, though. Even if the Devourer in character may be sort of "eugh... this one" *I think y'all are cool it's why I made this blog!* Also, you don't have to be a Sally Face RP blog to interact.)

The IC fiancé(s) :

@ihatemysontravis

And

@pastor-kenneth

(I think? I might be wrong, but :'/)

(Anon name list and tag guide below cut, you can claim one or you can let me give you one based on your confessions, lol. This is simply here because I like organization and it'll help me keep track.)

Wall Crawler - # wall crawler anon

(aka the Boop anon!)

This or That - # this or that anon

(To be confirmed)

Marriage - # marriage anon

(To be confirmed)

Meow - # meow anon

(To be confirmed)

Travis? - # travis anon

(To be confirmed)

Tea - # tea anon

(To be confirmed)

Bug - # bug anon

(To be confirmed)

Jesus - # jesus anon

(To be confirmed)

[mystech-master]

My FGO Servant ideas/Servants I'd expect

These are some Servant ideas that I have had since I've already asked what you guys want.

I know that the Servant has to be someone that people know for the most part, since almost every Servant is someone that everyone knows with a few exceptions.

Some spoilers for other Fate works bellow

Saber

Yagyu Jubei, the One-Eyed Samurai. I feel like his NP will be some kind of Mystic Eye under his eyepatch or something. But if they want to go super Bullshut, I could imagine him being a Pseudo-Servant of Yvette L Lehrman.

Archer

Tchaikovsky, composer of 1812 Overture. The Orchestral song featuring CANNONS! I have already made a Reddit post about it here. I am trying not to just shove people in Caster

Angelica Ainsworth, holder of the Gilgamesh Class Card in Prisma Illya. I wonder how Archer/Caster Gil would react to her, or even Enkidu. I mean we know Kid Gil isn't fond of her.

Lancer

Arachne, the Spider-Woman Weaver. Her Lance would simply be an enlarged sewing needle. She'd either be a sort of Spider- Centaur, or the Spider-Legs would be coming out of her legs. For some extra shit, she might be merged with the Japanese Spider-Yokai Jorogumo, or just reference it similar to how Galatea referenced the tsukumogami. Also, her being a woman made into a monster by Athena, Medusa might gain a new friend.

Sigma,>! Maiya Hisau's son from Fate/Strange Fake. Apparently the True Lancer of the True and False Holy Grail War!<. I really just want him in to see how he'd interact with the EMIYA family. ~~Someone give Shirou/EMIYA some guy friends!~~ Of course, we'll need to wait a long time for strange fate to finish to get him since the author doesn't like using f/sf characters for anything else atm.

Loki, god of mischief. Maybe being half-Jotunn can be a good enough justification to keep him as himself and not need to be a Pseudo. I like OSP's interpretation of a "genderfluid benevolent but mischievous Hearth Spirit who protects the home and family". Genderfluid would open up for one of Fate's many genderbends they love doing, but if they kept him male and make his character about all the kids he has, then imagine...Loki, who is a god of mischief and a dad.........Loki making dad jokes. Although I feel like they might go with the female Loki one since Fate loves Genderbends and IDk if Japan has an equivalent to dad jokes. The reason he'd be a Lancer is the spear of Mistletoe he gave to Höðr which then resulted in Baldr's death which is treated as the precursor to Ragnarok.

Rider

Jiraiya, the Gallant Ninja. It was either this, with him riding his summonable Toad (I mostly think of this video), Assassin b/c Ninja, Caster b/c of reasons covered in the video linked before and some similar videos by the same guy, and Saber with the Nakirimaru, or "wave cutting sword," used to exorcise the Snake Spirit from Orochimaru. I went with Rider so the Rock-Paper-Scissors match of Frog-Slug-Snake matches the classes of Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru respectively.

Caster

Tsunade, the Slug Maiden. The reason is mentioned above in Jiraiya's segment.

TOHSAKA, Rin as a Counter Guardian. The closest we'll get to actual Rin on her own with no other god(dess) inhabiting her body as a servant. NP would be the Jeweled Sword Zelretch. Also, imagine Ishtar seeing the older Rin (her vessel)'s more developed body and getting pissed.

Orpheus, the musical son of Apollo. Considering one big part of his story was being so bummed about his wife dying that his music just depressed everyone, even the gods, with his bad vibes, I could imagine them making him into sort of an emo guitar player or some shit. But if that is too lame then giving his Lyre some Siren Song-esque powers might be something since during his adventures with the Argonauts, since when the sirens began to sing he "played music that was louder and more beautiful, drowning out the Sirens' bewitching songs."

Assassin

Not too sure on the spirit, hopefully a Death God, but I want a Pseudo-Servant of Kairi Sisigou. I mean a Necromancer Mercenary, TELL ME that doesn't fit. Also the possible fun interactions he can have with Mordred again, and her family and new friends.

I mentioned above, Orochimaru, with him being a Pseudo-Servant in Souichirou Kuzuki. I just needed a snake-themed servant to put him in because I know everyone wants him as a pesudo so Medea can have her husband.

Berserker

Kriemhild, wife of Siegfried. Either this or Avenger. Berserker would be the most fitting for my idea, but Avenger would also fit and most likely have cooler animations I bet. As the wiki says about her personality: "Kriemhild held a "deep‐rooted and blind love" for Siegfried, such that it's described as "passionate love that repays the murder of one’s loved one with twice the payback." Siegfried's death, rather than assuage the feud with Brunhild, caused Kriemhild to "burn with the flames of revenge."' NP being a more demonic/dark version of Balmung. I wanted her to be a sort of obsessive wife and mother to Siegfried and Sieg (I like to imagine them having a mentor-student to father-son dynamic), the family dynamics between the three would be fun to imagine.

Lycaon, the wolf king. He once tested Zeus' omniscience by serving him the roasted flesh of Lycaon's own son Nyctimus, in order to see whether Zeus was truly all-knowing. In return for these gruesome deeds, Zeus transformed Lycaon into a wolf. He'd be a pseudo for Svin Glascheit. I just needed a wolf spirit to put Svin in. I mean everyone already is imagining Berserker-Jack the Ripper using Flat as a vessel.

Magni, son of Thor. Do I even need to explain who I am using as a vessel for this Spirit?

Avenger

Pandora, the all-endowed first woman. At first, I was unsure about her class. Yes, the whole thing of Pandora's Box was made as a punishment for Prometheus stealing fire (I wonder how Fate would interpret this with the whole Age of Gods vs Age of Man thing), but as the wiki says "She was given knowledge by the gods that she had to wait until humanity perished so that she can finally open the box and release the world's true potential. Because of her immortality, Pandora suffered greatly as people unreasonably tried to kill the undying mud doll whenever they discovered she wasn't human. After so many years of suffering, Pandora began questioning on why she had to go through this for humans."

Captain Ahab, Captain of the Pequod. >!Implied to be one of Watcher's Shadows in fate/strange fake, so the reason he'd be unavailable is stated above!<. His NP would be his prosthetic leg made out of whalebone, which may give him some aquatic abilities. Or it might be the harpoon that he got tangled in which resulted in his death.

MoonCancer

Tsukuyomi, the Shinto Moon God. Using Hakuno Kishinami as a vessel. I mean combining the Admin authority from the EXTELLA's Regalia which grants him kingship of the Moon Cell with Tsukuyomi's moon god authority would be pretty cool. I know a lot of people want a Dioscuri situation where we get both male and female Hakunos but I feel like it'd be one or the other. Of course, this is only if Hakuno NEEDS a god in him. I partially Headcanon that the reason BB made Jinako a MoonCancer was as a test run for when she does it to Hakuno.

Alter Ego

Ergo, The Man Who Devoured God. From The Adventures of Lord El-Melloi. " Because of the method of creation he has several gods within him after devouring their flesh. All three gods within him, one of which is Sun Wukong, have the shared themes of "water gods" and "hands"." Having 3 gods fits man other Alter Egos haveing 3 gods in them (Sakura Five, Ashiya Douman, and Sitonai).

>!U-Olga Marie, the Alien God. The Best chance we get of having Olga back. Similar reason for being summoned as Kiara.!<

Lemme know what you guys think of my ideas and if you'd add anything to them.

[pigeontheoneandonly]

Ink and Carnegie, please!

Thank you for the ask!

So full disclosure, I started writing a reply to this yesterday and my browser did a thing and deleted all of it.  So I’m going to try to remember what I said.

ink: what do you do to “set the mood” when writing?

I’m choosing to interpret this as setting the mood in a scene rather than a writing process question. 

Speaking as no kind of expert whatsoever, it seems to me the thing people get wrong most often when trying to create immersion is over-describing.  They write the scene like a report, describing every detail.  And it’s not just a matter of brevity; it’s more that every scene has a soul, a major point the entire scene revolves around. 

So it it’s a highly emotional scene between two characters, for example, I focus most of my scene setting on that.  My POV character isn’t going to be noticing the blue tablecloths or the rippling grass when her lover is ripping out her heart.  But she might notice the way a muscle goes taut in his neck when he glances away at a difficult moment. 

Likewise, if I”m trying to put the reader onto a new planet, or into a new experience, I focus on those details and avoid crowding it with dialogue or irrelevant emotions until the scene has been set.

So really I just try to focus on what a character would naturally notice for a given scene, and a given atmosphere.  That’s how I try to “set the mood” and create immersion.  (I don’t always succeed, but hey I try.)

carnegie: what authors and/or books/stories have inspired you to write or influenced your work?

To a certain extent, my imagination is a sum total of all the media I’ve consumed and loved, combined with my own perspective.  So it’s hard for me to pick out a few and say here, these are my primary influences, because I’m always looking to take in more inspiration.

So I’ll just name a few of my favorites... 

Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Dispossessed and The Left Hand of Darkness, and her short story “The Day Before the Revolution” had enormous influence on my personal philosophy.  Likewise with Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series (and I’m so envious of his ability to write succinct but extremely on-point character descriptions, among his other talents).

I’ve spoken before of my unending love for Ann Leckie’s Ancillary Justice which I find a damn near perfect novel, and it does one of my favorite things, which is tell a story within a story. 

I’m not the world’s biggest Patrick Rothfuss fan, but The Name of the Wind has some truly gorgeous moments, and frankly it’s worth reading simply because it breaks so many of the “must do this” writing advice rules.  Also the best magic system(s?) I’ve ever seen.

I devoured Mercedes Lackey’s Valdemar books like candy as a teenager and young adult, along with Dragonlance and Forgotten Realms novels.  I still have a lot of affection for them.

I grew up on sci-fi classics like Dune, Foundation, Arthur C. Clarke, and a lot of 90s SF.  Nancy Kress’ work has stuck with me a lot.  Dan Simmons’ Hyperion taught me that your book doesn’t need an ending to be successful.  (/s... I may still be annoyed).  Too many short stories to count.  Octavia Butler’s “Bloodchild” and Ted Chiang’s “Hell is the Absence of God” come to mind.

Honestly I could keep going but this is already pretty long.

[angelina-fattorusso]

Larry Theory Sally Face

Guys, this has been thought over by a numerous amount of fans when it comes to Larry’s (SPOILER ALERT) death. Well, I have a tad bit of a theory on such a topic. Stay tuned if you want to know what the possibilities are of Larry’s peculiar passing. 

Pay attention to Larry’s appearance as a ghost via Episode 2:

@neoalix-sf @sallyfacetheories @portablemoose @stevegabry

If you look closely, you’re capable of seeing the veins within his ‘ghostly’ presence. There was one another individual within this series in which this is seen. No, not a ghost, but someone that could be said to be between life and death in a black room, the woman presumed to be Evelyn, Larry’s aunt from his Father’s side. Here is a photo for a better understanding of who this lady is:

Notice the veins in her face slowly starting to appear when being consumed by none other than Red Eyes, the demon himself/itself. As others have pointed out on various occasions, people have assumed that it was the Devourers of God that had infiltrated Larry’s thoughts, ultimately leading to his tragic ‘suicide’ or what was made to look like a suicide due to the voices in his head. 

Well, if Evelyn was being consumed by Red Eyes throughout these tapes, and noticeably, as the tapes had progressed, the veins in her face had grown to be much more evident, then it is possible for the same thing to have happened to Larry. Red Eyes is infamous for leading people to their ‘sweet release’ or in other terms, death; he had even done this to Mr. Packerton! Look on my Sally Face Executioner theory and you’ll understand.

 (Mr. Packerton asked Sal to pull the plug, but more importantly, when asking, the text was red, indicating that it had to have been Red Eyes speaking and not Mr. Packerton himself.) If all of these things hold true, then Red Eyes must have temporarily consumed/taken over Larry’s body when Sal was gone on his ‘date’ with Ashley, thus leading to him committing suicide shortly after Sal had come back. What I’m trying to say is, everyone was trying to figure out how Larry died through the appearance of his ghost form, well, the veins may be due to the work of none other than Red Eyes himself. 

[the-writing-dump-bin]

Gyro/female reader

N*SF*W Gyro/reader fic. 18+

(I'm not great at these kinds of stories yet, bear with me with this, I'll get it at some point lol)

"We'll set up camp here." Gyro said as he brought Valkyrie to a stop. "The sun is almost gone, we need to build a fire." He looked over at you on top of your own horse and pointed, ordering you to start it.

"Why the hell do I have to do it? Who made you leader of this group?" Since you started traveling with Gyro and Johnny, Gyro had been awful bossy with you; telling you to start fires, cook the meals and brush the horses. "Get Johnny to do some of this stuff once in a while. Better yet, YOU do something!"

"Because I'm the oldest." He said, jumping off his horse.

That made you grit your teeth with frustration. Almost every day, the two of you butted heads and argued.

"Hey hey now." Johnny said as he slid off Slow Dancer. "I'll start the fire. I don't mind." He shuffled around to gather things to light it.

An awkward silence took over. You and Gyro stood and stared; glaring at each other. "Then you can cook tonight's meal." He said, turning back to his horse; grabbing his pack and pulling out his blankets.

You had just about enough. You got along with Johnny enough, but something about Gyro pissed you off and you couldn't tell why. Maybe it was because you didn't like to do what you were told, which is how you ended up in this race to begin with. Your family disagreed with you participating in it; the next day, you ran away with your stallion and entered against their wishes.

With a grunt, you stomped away off to the nearest tree line, away from them.

Johnny sighed, upset that the day ended with another argument. "You should apologize to her. You know, she doesn't mind doing her part around here, she just doesn't take your bossy attitude very well."

Gyro glanced down at his friend. "She tell you that?"

"She gets along with me because I'm nice to her. It came up one night and she vented to me."

Gyro went silent. Maybe he was a little mean to you. He didn't mean to; he actually liked having you around, especially these last couple weeks. Looking to the tree line you disappeared to, he heard Johnny chuckle. "The hell are you laughing for? And what's with the smirk?"

After getting a flame going, he nodded to the small forest. "Go to her, Gyro. I'll be fine for a while."

Rolling his eyes, Gyro trudged in the direction you went in.

----

Reaching a good distance, you stopped at a small clearing with patches of green and flowers surrounding you. It was calm and peaceful here, maybe it would be a good place to relax for awhile.

Five minutes passed while you sat near a fallen log; the sun quickly fading away.

The sound of footsteps approaching pulled you out of blissful silence. Grabbing your knife, you braced yourself for a possible fight with an enemy only to see Gyro appear from the direction you came from. "Oh. It's just you." You said, rolling your eyes and sitting back down against the log.

"Don't act too disappointed." He scoffed, stopping to stand next to you.

Shrugging, and pouting, you said "I won't."

It was your turn to give attitude.

Gyro sat next to you with a thud and a groan as he shifted to get himself comfy.

"Listen... I... I'm sorry if I came off bossy these last couple weeks. Just, having a third person with us, the camp work is a lot easier."

"Gyro. You get ME to do all the work. Johnny tries his best to do some but it's a little hard when he can't walk. Yes, I don't mind helping out, but you barely do anything. Its like you pick on me the most."

Gyro fiddled with his fingers. "Again, I'm sorry. From now on, I'll make sure that the work is equally shared between you and Johnny."

You were about to snap at him when he looked at you and smiled. A failed attempt at a lame joke.

You rolled your eyes again, a scoff escaping your lips. "You're such an ass, Gyro Zeppeli."

The sound of twigs and leaves could be heard as Gyro shuffled closer next to you. He put his right arm around your shoulders while his left hand held your chin.

Your heart thumped hard. What was he doing? Sure, these last couple weeks you had grown a little attracted to him, but you never really thought of making anything of it.

"Say my name again." He whispered, his forehead pressed against yours.

Letting his left hand drop, he ran it over your thigh, sending exciting shivers through your body.

Your breath fluttered with each intake. This was exciting. Bringing up your own hand, you ran your fingers over his jawline, getting lost in his amazingly green eyes. Smiling, you said his name again, only with a little more seductive tone. "Gyro... Zepelli..."

In a blink, Gyro's mouth was on yours, kissing you hungrily. Your tongues danced together as Gyro leaned in closer, guiding you down to lay on your back. His hand roamed up and down from your thigh to your stomach, creating a knot in your gut.

A soft moan left your throat when Gyro gave you a little bite between your neck and shoulder. "G-Gyro..."

Your own hands slid up his shirt, feeling his muscles clench as he leaned over you.

Gyro's hips started moving against yours, letting you know what he had in mind.

Panting, you broke off the kiss. Looking deeply into his eyes, you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing your bare skin.

Gyro removed his as well. Licking his lips as his eyes drifted to your breasts.

Without hesitation, he grabbed them, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, making you whimper with pleasure.

"You're so beautiful." He said, bending down to suck one of them; creating more noises from you.

Your hands tangled into his blond locks as he worked his mouth on your breasts. Sucking, kissing, biting, licking; he did it all.

You wanted him to do more; the knot growing tighter and tighter with anticipation.

His mouth wandered away from your chest and started making its way down your body.

Stopping just above your waist, he undid your pants and pulled them off, leaving you fully exposed. Not giving you much of a warning, he started to devour between your legs. "Oh... O-Oh my g-god..." Your hands gripped his hair again, almost trying to keep him in place as you felt close to a release.

Pulling his head away from between your legs with force, he sat up on his knees, undoing his own pants and discarding them.

He positioned himself to be lined up with your entrance, teasing you gently with the head of his cock. "Do you want this?"

The feeling of him rubbing against you made you moan. "Y-Yes, Gyro..."

He entered slowly, his hands pinning your wrists down as you began to beg for more of him. "More, Gyro. Give me all of it. Fuck me."

That was all he needed. He thrusted in hard and set a punishing pace, making you scream in ecstasy. He was loving the sounds you made; bringing him close to his own release. "Ngh- you feel so good. Make more of those sounds; I'm so close."

"Cum inside me, Gyro. Ah- I'm close too!" Your hips arched to take him deeper. "Go. Go."

The two of you reached your climaxes together as you both froze; riding out your orgasms.

Coming down from the bliss, Gyro stayed connected to you, looking deeply into your eyes. "H-How was that for an apology?"

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. Smiling, you kissed him again. "I'd say you're forgiven... But I may need a few more 'apologies' for the other times you were mean to me."

"Nyoho! You got got it!"

[maceingeweihter]

The greater lie in Buddhism is that we are more powerful than we are. In modern sight of it is Theosophy. God hates this belief, belief that we are all consciousness of God. Small pieces of God spread about in men. And the gnostic Catholic take it this way, when they greet a homeless man they say that they have greeted Christ. Is Christ divided among unbelievers? His Holy Spirits dwell within the Christian. This is why they look different. But not even we, whi have God's Holy Spirit within, are to be called God. We are the 4th man (men). Almost like a 4th official. And... I like it this way.

It's not common place (historically) for religions to hold this view "we are Gods." Think of Alexander the Great, who almost was killed by his troops near Samarkand. He attempted to say "I am a God!" Egypt however held to men as Gods.

But we know minor Gods (sons of God / angels) belong above as servants of the Most High, Christ Jesus. This is why Egyptian religion (Sun worship) is hopeless. Their man gods all died. . . (Insert Peabody and Sherman mem) In times they (Gods) visit men and in times they left their places in heaven to sleep with women. (Insert Nephilim game advertisement)

They are like fire and can shapeshift to appear human. They are not yo be worshipped. They can not even look on God without hiding their faces. But who are we?

I have been marvelling at marriage. Sex and the idea of marriage in heaven. God said in the future the Christian's will br raised up to inherit a body like a angel. And to those he called he gave rights to "become like angels" (Son's of God.) Now to those who are not bastards (fake Christian's) we already call ourselves "children" of God. But at the 2nd resurrection we will be given a metaphysical body that can shapeshift. We shall be like angels. Super, heroic, extra human.

Don't like your body here? That's OK to be honest. These bodies rot and decay. They are the focus more often than not. And if you love your body but dislike attention, perhaps you can put on a different image. The sons of God (angels) can do so and Jesus promissed this to those who are worthy (of being found in his book of life) will have eternal bodies like Angels.

What would you shapeshift into? Do you think we can fly if we want to in heaven? Would your try to prank anyone if you can shapeshift in heaven? All kinds of questions!

Interestingly enough, the angel (God) of this world, the serpent SATAN lost his ability to shapeshift. He got stuck inside of a body he haunted. A dragon. And God removed his hind legs. He naturally crawls around like Ivar the Boneless. "Devouring" men who make pacts for power. That is when he's not flying Air SATAN. He must have more private jets than AL GORE.

The devil is a God who still does count as a God (angel) messenger. For a bit longer. After the great earthquake(s) several things will happen, but one of them is that the Devil will be kicked out of Heaven as the lawyer (executor) againsts the saints. Essentially he gets fired and becomes angry. His sentence (1000 years of bottomless pit) is coming sooner, but surely not until the majority (95%+?) of the saints (salt and light) are killed by the sea Beast's government (supported by the men who follow MYSTERY). It is suitable we should be brought to perfect unity by dying together. Hold eachothers hands. We shall go together.

Perhaps this is all the dream of the train is. A giant train where we all must lay down and be killed. So, it's borrowed time on earth, but the man who obeys the Father (and serves Christ only) shall live forever. Today is another slowed down moment and the future has already occured (written before time.)

While it is a struggle to not "worry" this ignorant condition of the sinful world hurts me. Not just that people get hurt, starve, face slavery; but that humans after must be sentenced based on their deeds (and whether their name is found before the LAMB)

Can you write forged notes to BILLY GRAHAM cracker people into heaven? It's better to obey... I lose nothing for meeting people in this world halfway. But to not warn them (dilligently through study) of the severity of their sin is like giving half a haircut. The sinner should not be saved like some WILLY WONKA give away.

Have you ever turned from all your sin? Forsake your ways and follow the leader. Or follow the leader. Mostly men need other men to teach their women (pastors, life coaches, positive messages) but some men are lead wholly by other guides, their (pastors, life coaches, positive messages).

Well, onto the SF FUTURISTIC? It's all "sealed" from angels. we have a cheat code to see already. Forsight is always 20/20 when God promises to complete something it only will occur that way... Next POST SF IDEATION

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I have so many campaign ideas floating around in my head lately, and I know I won't even be able to do more than one or two...if any at all.

(PF2) The entire party is a group of petitioners who, whether directly or indirectly through their actions, ended up in Abbadon. They need to do what they can to survive long enough to become fully fledged demons or devils. It gives them an incentive to be cautious and wary, since death as a petitioner is final as the quiessence gets reabsorbed into the plane and their soul just vanishes when they die.

(PF2) The party is tasked with stopping an evil alchemist who is trying to engineer the perfect being made to have the power of a god. Most of the enemies they run into are failed experiments tasked with defending the alchemists lairs as they search for the Gearheart, a spherical clockwork machine that draws in ambient magical energy to empower the body, and can be supercharged in a leyline nexus. If the party can't stop them from getting the heart, they have to fight the God Machine after it kills its creator.

(SF) The big bad is an engineer wearing heavy power armor and is equipped with multiple heavy tentacles and multiple gadgets. Didn't think about motivations or how the party runs into them. Maybe a sci-fi version of the alchemist, but with machines and across multiple planets?

(SF - Main) A planet in The Vast has been using locally sourced crystals to maintain a containment barrier for a parasitic ooze found inside a crater. Things go badly at the crystal mine, so the party is sent to investigate the previously hidden research vessel that was studying the ooze. As the party explores the vessel, they run into an alien made of the ooze that grows and evolves every time they encounter it that wants to become powerful enough to devour the velstrac demagogues and eventually the gods themselves, so they can then devour all of reality piece by piece and rebuild it as they see fit.

(5e/PF2) The party receives letters from an anonymous patron who promises them something they want in return for their services. They are trying to destroy the Lich who controls the town, which requires the party to kill four guardians that were inspired by Chinese and Hindu mythology. Each guardian has a special shard in their heart that will be forged into an arrow so that the patron can use a special bow that they worked to find while the party was off doing their thing to destroy the magic protections around the phylactery that has been hidden inside the castle chapel for a long time now. Some stuff then happens and the Lich unfortunately escapes into their pocket dimension where their castle resides.

(PF2) The party awakens in front of a psychopomp god that looks like a heron on a road lined with thick fog at the edge of the boneyard. As they start to focus, they see what looks like a key turning inside a tombstone. Sent back to the Material Plane, they meet someone who "returns that which was always theirs" and tells them that they need to stop a god-lich if they ever hope to remember what they did, or if they ever wish to peacefully transition to a favorable afterlife. Eventually, the run into the god-lich who shows surprise they were back, and explains that it was because of them he even got this far. Turns out they did some stuff under Pharasma's nose and stole most of the souls headed her way, but it was too late before she or any psychopomp could stop them. Now they are atoning for what they did to get the souls back before too many are destroyed permanently before they are judged properly.