#v; golden death

[atdutiesend]

{ Cyberpunk AU + Croi AU; Croi is @grumpyascianteddybear's baby, I'm just playing in her sandbox

trigger warnings: general horror themes; body horror, deadly injury, death }

"You know, a raid is entirely unnecessary." Grim spoke with a cheerful smile. He'd arrived in this world not too long ago, less than a year, really. The local Forest had accepted him even more easily than it had the natives, leading him to a spot near one of the leyline conjunctions where a great tree's roots had formed a chamber beneath the earth. It was perfect for building a burrow within, and the clearing around the tree had the perfect spot for his greenhouse.

The stones had taken some convincing to move, making walls eight feet high, dotted with carefully reinforced windows. He hadn't bothered with glass, simply convincing panels of crystal to raise up, encircling the tree just below the canopy. Everything had been angled carefully, and finally sealed with a fine mesh to keep the pollen of his carefully cultivated pet plants from escaping and wreaking havoc on the local environment. All in all, he'd appeared all but overnight. The locals had learned quickly that he would happily trade or even give away his plethora of crops.

Not so with these raiders. One of them quickly grabbed Grim by one of his soft, floppy ears, yanking him around until they could press a heated blade against his throat. "Shut up, pretty boy, you just stand there real nice an' we'll let you go after."

Grim sighed, rolling his shoulders and driving an elbow into his captor's gut. "I really must insist you relea--"

His voice was cut off with the knife slipping through his throat. Blood sprayed out in an impressive arc, drenching one of the dwarf pomegranate trees he was perhaps overly fond of. He let himself sandbag to get away from the knife, the raider dropping him before adding a kick to the ribs.

He reached out, grasping the idiot's leg with one hand. A heartbeat later, a vine emerged from his sleeve, coiling around and up the leg until it found a loose seam and stabbed into the flesh. Grim raised his head slowly, grinning ferally around the blood dripping from his mouth. Even as he did, delicate vines were sealing his flesh back together as if he'd never been injured. "Oh, well, if you want to be rude, I'll just take my pound of flesh as payment."

The other raiders froze for a moment, before one had the brilliant idea of firing their gun at him. One, two, three, bullets directly to his stomach and chest... but it thankfully missed his Death.

"Volunteering for experimental biology, then? How delightful." He coughed, but by then all of them were trapped by the vines spreading out of his body, growing into them to feed. "Don't eat all of them, now, you did fruit just days ago..."

[wraith-caller]

My most deranged d twins HC is that their curse and existence is a desperate attempt at Godwyn's reincarnation by a system that doesn't know how to handle the error introduced by Ranni's ritual.

The idea is that, bc reality is written to no longer include true death, that even with the use of the death rune to kill someone, they are not able to pass into an afterlife. The death rune still exists yes, but its not in the Elden ring anymore. So if the ring dictates reality, how can a rune that's no longer part of it still effect things in a normal way? Those killed by it are still snared in the current system by the current rules of reality, but they cannot return to the Erdtree as they have been touched by true death.

So where do they go? In this case, the dead soul is dumped into a tarnished body. They are graceless but also await a reincarnation of an entirely different sort, one which doesn't appear to need the Erdtree but only Marika's call. And who would she call for more desperately than her beloved son, who was never supposed to be able to die? So you end up with this messed up situation where that soul became snared in these two twins. Maybe a demigods soul can't be bound to a single tarnished body, maybe an extra body exists bc of Ranni's body having also died but bc it was a separate person rather than the one matching the dead soul, there were weird consequences. The input was disjointed, so the output was too.

This ends up being why the order accepts them when no others will. It's why Devin begins to break when confronted with what's become of his soul's old body, whether he realizes it or not. It's why Darian so viciously despises the undead, bc some part of him knows intimately the horror of being one.

Does it make any sense with what we know about true death meaning no reincarnation? Nope! Is there any textual indication of this from the game? Not really! Am I going to put it in a fic anyway? Hell ya I am!!!

[breezypunk]

golden retriever boyfriend not happy that cat is getting more attention, must intervene.

[dceasesd]

i’ve been on a dick&jason kick lately their dynamic is truly unmatched like no one else compares

[hopelessbaddays]

i was gonna make a funny joke about gb's age, but now im actually thinking.

since gb stopped being worked on and everything related to him was discontinued in-universe after he killed christine, he's technically retired, right?

which means he's in his golden years.

as a 29 years old (starting from his in-universe year of creation).

lmao.

[criminal-sen]

Okay so I know this manga hasn't gotten to any of the batshit villainy I've heard about. But the antagonists are honestly rad af even this early on. This guy is my favorite (can't remember his name atm (which is extra stupid of me since he's a fictionalized version of an actual historical figure) goddamnit jfc) cuz he's like.. Japan's version of some crazy fuckin gunslinger. And him being a former samurai just makes him cooler bc he's fighting all these guys with guns then will randomly pull out his sword, as he puts, 'just for funsies'

Okay fine he didnt say 'just for funsies' VERBATIM, u got me okay? but he did say smth along those lines. Anyway idk if I'm to 'I wanna fuck that old man' levels of fandom but I'm getting up there. I'm approaching:3

[fishermcn]

@dragonskxn // x

"Reckon ya want t'keep passin' by then. Whole patch o'these wriggled on in nearby," he rasps before falling into a coughing fit. His grip loosening, the sprout gains the upper hand as its roots begin to wind tightly around his biceps... before he bodily hefts the plant off the ground, only to slams them both back down with a loud thump. "Godsdamned bloody--! 'Randa sprouts don't lay roots lest there's plenty o'bodies t'draw from. Like wanderin' about, they do."

With scarcely a muttered "thanks", he takes the proffered sickle. Rather than immediately hacking at the still struggling roots though, he reaches for a vial on his belt and uncorks it, dabbing the blade with a few drops of something violet even as the scent of lilies drifts about them. With a deft slice across a root, the sprout struggles for another few moments before slowly stilling... though not before defiantly erupting in a cloud of virulent green pollen.

Covered in the pollen, he seems resigned rather than fear-struck at the toxic shroud blanketing him now. "Mhm, rude fuckin' thing." Wiping the sickle clean on a ragged cloak's sleeve, he offers it back alongside another small vial. "For th'poison." Toeing the petals of the bloom with his boot, the perfumer regards her warily, carefully even as another coughing fit strikes him fiercely. His next words are croaked out, coarse even after clearing his throat. "Good blade. Know ya plants?"

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing based on the film Time of the Gypsies. It depicts Perhan as a corpse, laying in a pile of golden grains. His lips are parted slightly and blood drips from them. His arms splay out to his side. He's wearing a white dress shirt and a red tie. The shirt has two bullet holes in it from which blood seeps out. His hair is unkempt and his skin is sallow. Two gold coins sit on his eyes. The one on his left eye shines brightly in a four point star.]

Inktober - Day 6 (Golden)

Film - Time of the Gypsies (Emir Kusturica, 1988)

[ladyseidr]

@florietiae asked: ❝ ❛ we always loved this place, didn’t we? ❜ / charlie/puppet @ GF / cassidy! ❞

Oh, at a time it had been the only place Cassidy felt safe. It had made her and her brother the perfect potential victims, hiding away in a pizzeria that felt more like home than their own house. One, one time coaxed into trusting an adult, only to have that trust betrayed in the most brutal way.

"YES. BUT THAT LOVE IS WHAT GOT US KILLED." Wasn't it? Would they be here, any of them, bound to machines ( or ghostly figments of them ) had they not loved this place? Well, all save her companion. It seemed even a healthy fear of the place could not save an AFTON. The apparition of child, shadowed by something larger, familiar, looked to the Marionette. "WAS IT EVER REAL? OR DID HE BUILD THIS PLACE ONLY TO BE A TOMB?"

[cxnsolatio]

TAG DROP!!

CHARACTER & GROUP TAGS

✚ | ❝ you're standing in the wings ; there you wait for the curtain to fall ❞ { c / donquixote doflamingo }

✚ | ❝ silent screams laughing here ; dying to tell you the truth ❞ { c / donquixote rosinante }

✚ | ❝ not alone with a dream / just a want to be free ; with a need to belong / i am the clansman ❞ { c / monkey d. luffy }

✚ | ❝ teach me the art of war ; for i shall bring more than you bargained for ❞ { c / roronoa zoro }

✚ | ❝ but brutus wasn't kind / wasn't strawberries that were red ; he wasn't cutting bread ❞ { c / eustass kid }

✚ | ❝  just for a second a glimpse of my father I see ; and in a movement he beckons to me ❞ { c / usopp }

✚ | ❝ i see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost / as they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost ❞ { c / brook }

✚ | ❝ but a ghost lives in my veins ; silent the terror that reigned marbled in stone ❞ { c / sanji }

✚ | ❝ nowhere left to run ; navigator's son / chasing rainbows all my days ❞ { c / bepo }

✚ | ❝ face up ; make your stand / and realise you're living in the golden years ❞ { c / shachi }

✚ | ❝ say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death / hello to eternity and live for every breath ❞ { c / penguin }

✚ | ❝ can i tempt you? come with me / be devil may care ; fulfill your dream ❞ { c / ikkaku }

✚ | ❝ unknowingly blessed and as his life unfolds / slowly unveiling the power he holds ❞ { c / tony tony chopper }

✚ | ❝ you watch the world exploding every single night ; dancing in the sun / a newborn in the light ❞ { c / nico robin }

✚ | ❝ they dared to go, where no one would try / they chose to fly where eagles dare ❞ { g / straw hat pirates }

✚ | ❝ when it comes to the time are we partners in crime? when it comes to the time ; we'll be ready to die ❞ { g / heart pirates }

OTHER TAGS

✚ | ❝ and the ship it sinks like lead into the sea / and the hermit shrives the mariner of his sins ❞ { v / contemporary }

✚ | ❝ we fly a flag in some foreign earth ; we sailed away like our fathers before ❞ { v / ??? }

✚ | ❝ can i play with madness? the prophet stared at his crystal ball ❞ { crack }

[bengallemon]

ill probably get smt v vengeance when it comes out but mainly to see if atlus can make another smt game have a story I can actually be invested in

[interxstitial]

WHAT DOES YOUR HEART LOOK LIKE?

golden verse: A GUIDING, GOLDEN LIGHT — just because you cannot see your own heart doesn’t mean that others can’t. your heart is blinding, captivating, a fire so bright that others can’t bring themselves to look away. it illuminates the path they follow and cements you as a guiding star for their own wayward hearts. every experience you’ve lived through has built your lighthouse heart up just a little higher. you are inspirational, a light that doesn’t go out.

otherside verse: ICED OVER, OUT OF THE SUN — your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? is your fortress of ice self-made? are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? vulnerability and connection can be so frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. you will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

bitter verse: MOLTEN LAVA AND CHARRED FLESH — your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. the person you are now is no longer recognisable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. the injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness.

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[breezypunk]

they love each other very much.

[viir-tanadhal]

idk if any of you are interested but cds I've gotten the past 2 weeks

[onereallygoodlambonastick]

hes a genuinely unique character where u can see how he made up a robust sense of self entirely dependent on his sibling’s objectively terrible terrible awful death - not only his death, but specifically his process of dying. fishman serial murderer is obsessed with killing and dying for raising himself on this unresolvable kind of mourning/admiration/general intensity that is life-life-living-slowly un-living-eventually dying. this character genuinely wishes to die. he does have a death wish. he is living his whole life for a death wish. he wishes deeply for it, an extreme and intense and understandable and perhaps failsafe suicidality - it is why he is so interested in how he goes.

[eucharistcunningham]

the lau.ra pal.mer—ification of eucharist cunningham