#zealctry

[mxldito]

hey, bitch. happy deathday!! ✨ ✨

Unprompted

"Thanks, bro." They gag a little bit. They may need to find and eat somebody stoned out of their mind to get through the rest of the night...

[weptsorrow]

( @zealctry replied )

//slides you 5€ to tell us more about your thoughts on how much of human lit/music/history/culture you think survived, because it's something I personally spent hours debating ahdgjddhdj

// i think the main thing that had been preserved from the human society were religious books. admittedly, i don't think the aliens could really differentiate between what was a historically-accurate documentation of it or fictions. i say that because religion is a big theme of the brainwashing the children at anakt go through, and i think they'd have taught them about human religion, too, while also teaching them about the segyein beliefs ( and basically try to convert them into worshipping the great anakt ). i'm a little disappointed that topic wasn't really explored much past the prologue and my clamatis lyrics. and i guess the brief sightings of the great anakt in top 3.

i think religious works are something that is the one thing that's publicly accessible to anyone, but i like to imagine that there's also a market for other works that would be considered illegal to own ( especially if one is a pet human owner— i'd say the segyein are very hellbent on ensuring their humans are obedient, so the last thing they need is to develop critical thinking by media exposure ). some works might only exist in singular copies by now, perhaps traded on the black market for absurd amounts of money, or maybe just preserved in museums. i don't think a whole lot of human culture gets passed down by word of mouth otherwise; a lot of it might be hearsay and get skewed the further down it goes, to the point that what little remains of human history is so distorted that if anyone ever were to actually get their hands on genuine historical pieces, they'd have a whole another world to dissect and try to figure out which one is the truth. propaganda, basically.

with ivan in specific, given just who he'd been adopted by, and given that i enjoy the narrative of him being the boy who knew too much, i'd say he's a lot more likely than any of the other main characters to have access to pieces of human culture that'd be considered forbidden. unsha has expressed interest in human behavior and claims he'd learned a lot from ivan and that he was worth the loss in the end, so i like to imagine that he does have some sort of collection of human books, musical records, art maybe even, etc. etc. things ivan got his hands on without unsha's knowledge, obviously. at least he always returned whatever he borrowed, though.

something in specific that i think is also put a lot of care into preserving is human cook books. the artbook states that segyein diet is very different from human diet, practically poisonous to them. so of course, to ensure the humans could live, they had to ensure records of what they eat have been well-preserved. similarly, i'd also say records on human fashion are quite widely available, given the fact that it is shown what the humans wear are what we'd consider pretty normal by just looking at it. yes there's some futuristic elements to all of their stage outfits, but for the most part, what they wear is pretty... normal? the segyein fashion certainly stands out to us more, as the viewer. i do like to imagine though that all the pets in modelling ( ivan included ) mainly model human fits that basically sell like when you buy the lil suits for your dogs... lmao... i don't think they're ever made to model segyein fashion— at best they might be used as an accessory during a shoot that's mostly segyein-focused. which is fucked up on its own when you think about it, but fitting for the universe.

so i think given the fascination the segyein seem to harbor towards humanity, there's a lot more of their culture preserved than is let on, but it's kept tightly under wraps. in top 3 we're shown shots from segyein newsfeed that they're starting to criticize human pet ownership as well as alien stage itself. i would say there are some who are for keeping humans free and believe that keeping them as pets is basically slavery and don't think they should be treated that way, while others are worried about keeping them due to the rise in human anarchists. these two sides likely disagree on how to preserve human culture, one wishes to let humanity 'reclaim it' while the other wants to destroy it for the sake of shutting down the rebels. i think there's some fear about the possibility of humans starting to actually fight back and have a chance, because we're shown on numerous ocassions that they can. they're not entirely helpless. and they'd likely not want them to learn just what humans could really do when it comes to conquest, if they ever were to read any of the historical books.

[helllords]

@zealctry asked: " y'know, it's always sorta funny to me. black this, black that, ooooh the horrors, the shadows, the dark, blah blah fucking blah. back where I'm from, black ain't the colour of death - that's white. " /mediate on this for a while Aba. asdfggjkl; / unprompted.

If there is one thing he enjoys, it is to be given insight into Hidan's mind ( granted glances, which are so unlike the forced ones he usually takes into split open heads of sinners ), a spontaneous offer to follow a trail and unravel it, see where it leads them. Some of them fascinating, some a cause for subtle concern that guides a hand to his back and pull him into the possessive safety he attempts to create for him.

Abaddon is not sure which emotions would linger in his mouth after this discussion, this path and yet he is intrigued and, thus, does not deny him an answer. A pause, silence filled only by the small sounds of his fingers tapping against his lips. " I assume that is because death, to you, is purifying, is it not? Something holy, to strive for? In this world--- ", a corner of his mouth briefly turns downwards, disdain tainting a neutral expression. His free hand fans out, encompassing the vastness of the pit with a mere, half-hearted wave. " ---is a light so bright, it blinds you, while promising a peaceful eternity. And look at them, still pleading for it. White thinks it's powerful because of this. " A chuckle. " Though I don't know if Death himself associates himself with black. "

[kiigan]

ㅤBirthday presents are an issue when one isn't sure what the other is fond of - other than, you know, the basics: murder and general chaos. Another issue is that, as a wandering criminal, visiting adequate shops isn't always an available luxury. Creativity and resourcefulness will have to do, therefore, and that's when his summons come to unexpected aid. Namely, to guide Itachi to the perfect spot where to find a perfectly preserved crow skeleton - in very good condition, as well. Looks almost professionally made. It is handed over with a simple written note: If you don't like it, feel free to toss it in the trash. No offense will be taken. Happy birthday.

ㅤMeanwhile, outside the anime world other than when people stare very hard at each other and make the entire room uncomfortable, presents come a lot easier! It's a matter of googling for the right terms and then order and have it delivered with all the comfort . Hidan is then gifted with this super fabulous, glow-in-the-dark nail polish - the whole set, all colors for options that shall fit every mood. That anddddddd... there may or may not be an extra present bag. And, inside, there may or may not be a certain sweater that last week started a lot of over-the-top drama. In the perfect size, no less.

happy birthday u little shit @zealctry!

[sortilegum]

@zealctry

"Hidan! Here! You will not hurt the man that keeps me!"

[praenuntia]

@zealctry asked: 💼 to work / all of them, lemme compare and contrast! / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄. -> War, Pestilence, Famine and Death.

[hunting-songs]

Dashgame: Never Have I Ever !

Rules: Your Muse and all the Muses they interact with are in a pub somewhere across Space, Dimension and Time. Answer the first 'Never Have I Ever' In Character. At the end of that let your Muse ask a new ‘Never Have I Ever’ question for the tagged people to answer themself. After those tagged people answered your prompt, they state their own 'Never Have I Ever' and tag you back along with other Muses. Rinse, lather, repeat. Original By @treasurechestrpmemes

“ never have I ever fantasized about murder.”

This time Senritsu took not a sip from her drink, but instead her short, gnarled finger stayed pressed on the edge of her glass,slowly circeling around it over and over again while a highpitched sound started to dance through the air. "Roar, little lion, roar.", she hummed melodically, with her chin leaned on her other hand coyly and a small smile curling around her stark frontteeth. The smile was amused while she listened to the others laughter and mocking noises. The smile was amused, because this was not the first time Senritsu sat infront of a murderer. The smile was amused because Senritsu had sat infront of a lot of dangerouse murderers in her line of work and she still lived. "But its still not impressive. It is very easy to think about hurting other people and even easier to do just that. Toddlers can do that, especially when they want anothers plaything in the sandbox.", her short finger continued to dance along the edge of the glass, the highpitched sound warbled through the air like a song: "I would say I am proud that I have a better impulse-control than a toddler, if that would be something to be proud of in the first place." Laughig in all good humor she nimbly took her drink and raised her glass towards Hidan, winking friendly: "But if its those kind of topics you enjoy, why not- Never have I ever witnissed a execution." This time the musician emptied her glass.

Tagged By: @zealctry ! Woohoo ! Tagging: @nephytale @skarletchains @bewitchingbaker @gyofukuki @jxgi @uzumakiuser @rake-rake @distortedkilling @swxpped @muddsludge @curseisms @saiakv @huntcrpcdia ...and YOU !

[deviatory]

@zealctry sent : " well. that. looks like it hurts. " ( vince? vince, gimme vince!! )

Shit.

That sting.  A sharp slash to his side, that was at minimum all he asked for. He’d thought it’d be easy. Hot red runs from his nostrils. A quick leap from the eaves, then perhaps a slash, or maybe a stab to the intruder’s throat. Vincent had not anticipated the man’s reflexes as he fell. That piercing hot pulse (an all too familiar sensation). His fingers clutched at his hip. That fucker. The side of his face pressed flat into the ground. That little bitch. A crimson sneer slipped across his lips through a tousled mess of ebony, baring a sharp raw, and indiscriminate seething anger.

“You... fuckin’... little... cunt...”

[groazei]

@zealctry liked for a starter !

𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 . from what the count had seen , the other was rather . . . a ticking time bomb ; --- waiting to go off at any foreign touch . the vampire motions for the other to come closer so they could speak without prying ears . ❝ i hope you haven't forgotten me yet . you left quite the impression , young man . ❞

[cainiine-a]

@zealctry

The rain taps gently against the colored windows of this holy abode ( a rhythmic mantra, a prayer, a funeral song; he hasn't quite decided what it sounds like the most and, maybe, it isn't for him to decide yet ), trying to at least wash the mosaic off of the sin festering within its walls when it cannot reach the one inside oblivious to it all. Or perhaps these are god's tears, lamenting the subsequent fall of another one of its priests, heaven's last attempt to clean him off of his intentions as though he still cares about anything sacred, anything divine. Because what do these saints matter to him now when hell has offered itself oh so temptingly to him? With promises of riches and power in a tongue too sweet to decipher the consequences laid beneath, and the lord of all these gifts able to fulfill his every desire? He will offer him entrance upon this damned earth and, in return, will make him his own Mephistopheles.

Lightning strikes somewhere in the distance of a tar-black sky. The painted glass stones of Jesus nailed to the cross shine brightly onto the dimly lit walls of the church but the Father is too lost in his own fantasies to lift his gaze from the ground, too hypnotized by what lingers beneath. If only he did, maybe he would have questioned the way the blood dripping from the saint's hands looked oddly black.

The smoke of the incense burning out is still sickeningly intense. But on a night like this, he supposes, nothing feels ordinary, normal. The rows of pews feel vast, as though they multiplied to fit all of hell within them and in the growing darkness, he almost feels as though someone is already sitting there ( a shape, seated in the last row, its figure a blur ). A trick of his nerves, certainly, and yet a bead of sweat is still running down his temple the moment he extinguishes another candle with distracted, callous fingertips. A breath, a shudder. He closes his eyes, shaking his head, and pretends he did not see.

Because soon it won't matter. Soon he will summon the one of the bottomless pit. Soon It will gain a body and won't It reward him greatly for it? It will. Certainly, It will. It must. His index fingers hovers over Its sigil, trembling, and without closing the book he sets out into the night to find it a suiting vessel.

It has to be good. It has to be. The father walks around the alleys, walking around the homeless nestled into nooks and crannies with gentle steps but the way he clings onto his umbrella and stares at them with furious, blazing eyes betray him. He needs a vessel. They are not good.

But one is. He finds him at a bus stop, a little punk of a man pressed into its farthest corner and he briefly wonders if he is naive enough to believe that the bus will still come. Or that this is his shelter for the night. He smiles, expression warm but empty, his cassock fluttering in the growing wind. Something within the deepest abyss of his mind chuckles; this one.

" Not the best time to be out, my son. Are you in need of shelter? "

[mxldito]

❄️ (except that he misses, and it goes through a nearby windshield)

send ❄️ to throw a snowball at my muse

Coyote only so much as lowers their head. It was easy to tell this one wasn't gonna land. They could only watch as it came down on an innocent windshield. A jab about how their desiccated corpse of an uncle had better aim was eclipsed by something more concerning. "...WHAT THE HELL DID YOU PUT IN THAT THING?"

[helllords]

@zealctry asked: casually. "sooooo. hypothetically speaking. what would happen to a contractee. . . if a lord oh-so-happened to die?" ( not Hidan casually asking Aba for information. for no reason whatsoever. pure curiosity. promise. ) / unprompted.

The question does not surprise him, does not lift his gaze from the newspaper he is half-heartedly reading and does not stop him from digging his fork into the breakfast Hidan has made for them and just as casually bring it to his mouth. Because, truth be told, he has expected this ( hell likes to whisper among itself, especially when its usually unbothered lord of lust comes seething to Abaddon and hisses to keep his lover in check; its odd to behold his own sin on Asmodeus' face. he will not tell Hidan about it ).

A hum is his first reply, drowning in the coffee he takes a sip from as he debates his answer for a moment. " Lord Lucifer will have to announce a new lord who will take over. The souls still go to hell; they cannot escape their fate just because someone killed one of us. Which is another way of saying--- " Finally his gaze lifts as he takes his hand, placing a kiss to the ring on his finger. " --- I will not let you kill Asmodeus, my dear. "

[kiigan]

Dashgame: Never Have I Ever !

RULES: Your Muse and all the Muses they interact with are in a pub somewhere across Space, Dimension and Time. Answer the first 'Never Have I Ever' In Character. At the end of that, let your Muse ask a new ‘Never Have I Ever’ question for the tagged people to answer themself. After those tagged people answered your prompt, they state their own 'Never Have I Ever' and tag you back along with other Muses. Rinse, lather, repeat. original by @treasurechestrpmemes

“ Never have I ever fantasized about murder. ”

ㅤGo out for drinks with Hidan, they said. It will be fun, they said, You won't be semi-overtly discussing homicide, they said. ...Or, well. Nobody said that, certainly not the last part, yet the point being: Itachi finds his eyes widening slightly in bewilderment.

ㅤIn all fairness, and in the world and times we live in, hyperbolic statements come too easily. I literally [this and that]; Itachi also the one person who deadpans, no, you did not literally did that, you don't know what literally means, stop using that word in every sentence. A whole different story for a whole other day, or perhaps for after a few more shots.

Anyway.

«Does it count when we're stuck in traffic and wishing to nuke the whole avenue?»

ㅤBecause, then, yes, he's guilty as charged. As possibly is every other human being who ever met the tragedy that is rush hour at evening. Now, beyond that... there's also stuff like spam emails, books that get printed with typos in the text, autocorrect in chatboxes that was never asked for. And who never thought about a few political leaders of some of the most influential countries and believed this world would be better off without them?

ㅤAnd... there's the sheer, raw enticement of the act when considered in the absence of moral values, Itachi supposes. The striking realization that humans are such fragile creatures, that it's so remarkably easy to make the transition from alive to dead. All it takes is a cut in the right spot, or a few grams of certain substances, or a few seconds of oxygen deprivation. It's as topic as terrifying as it is fascinating. L'appel du vide. Taken together, he reckons it's justification enough to take the glass and drain it in one go.

And now to give back.

«Never have I ever had an unrequited crush.»

tagged by: @zealctry ♡ tagging: if you're reading this you're tagged by default~ also if anyone wants to take this as a starter and continue it, feel free to!

[sortilegum]

@zealctry sent : ❝ i am agog ! i am aghast ! ❞ ( sarcastically )

“Found a thesaurus, have you, dear? It won’t do you much good.” Rigid, the witch stands tall as if to attention glaring at the reflection fractured in the broken mirror they faced. Their head lower, a glance given to the image of the man behind. They did not turn to look at him. How could Hidan possibly understand? A man unscorned? He who would never be ravished by time. “You wish to judge me? Tell me that I���m a fool? You’re not the first.”  A half smile stretches at the creases of their lips. Strained although calm is the exterior, a venomous tongue lashing. “You won’t be the last.” And in those words, there is almost humour fleeting, then silence.

The witch raises their hand.  A pulse of energy, neon, electric and bright dances over their palm and bloodied knuckles. A display of power, raw and corrupted. The space around it twisting and bowing to its will. “What difference does any of this mean to you? I align with a devil. Did you really think my soul was worthy of some self righteous heaven? The former priest of a pagan god? A witch? A murderer? A charlatan? A whore?” One by one their fingers close extinguishing the wisp of would be power. “Do you think your Jashin would have given me what I wanted? What would he have offered me once you finally slit my throat? Do you think I would settle for the darkness?” In their voice, a quiet rage boils.

[praenuntia]

@zealctry asked: ❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜/ war ( the irony of this doesn't escape me. ) / &. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

Blood and grime are his own uniform, held together by the threads of broken spirits and the raging rhythm of bullets and artillery. So it is, in his utmost humble opinion, no surprise when he is dressed in such, splatters painted across his torso, nestled deeply in every crevice, every pore ( and there went out another horse that was red ). It fits him, does it not? This stark sign of hatred and violence and fear.

" The better question is why aren't you covered in blood? " The dissappointment is genuine as he wraps his arm around Hidan's shoulders, raising a brow. " At least call me next time you lose yourself, will you? I can't stand seeing you this--- clean. "

[hunting-songs]

✪ (shrug emoji.)

Send me ✪ and my muse will tell you what they’d like to do to/with yours.

One  ✦ = They don’t want to do this at all. Five  ✦ = They would die to be doing this! Zero  ✦= “Wat?!” My muse would like too… ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  dance with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  sing for your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧   ask your muse out on a date. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  take a bath with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  hold your muse tight. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  lean onto your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧   kiss your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  sleep with your muse. ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  marry your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  watch your muse sleep. Senritsu is in generel a very open and welcoming person and as someone who grew up with travlers is not at all bothered to share her private space with strangers that mean no harm to her. Sharing a bath or sleeping in the same room with a stranger? She is not bothered at all. Of course that will change very fast if she would hear any dangerouse intent in the other persons heartbeat. Senritsu is kind and welcoming, but she is not stupid. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  cuddle your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  go to a party with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch a movie with your muse ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  play video games with your muse ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  steal horses with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  cook together with your muse. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  support your muse’s hobbies. ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  get drunk with your muse. If Hidan is just a person Senrotsu met at a pub she would not be especially touchy, but if someone would ask her for a hug or for her help she would kindly indulge them. ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse cry. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  send your muse away. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  make your muse trip. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  deny your muse’s existence. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  slap your muse. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  crush your muse’s dreams ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  set your muse’s home on fire. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  kill your muse. In general if someone is not liked by Senritsu, the worst one can fear is her just avoiding them. She would never wish bad things on another person and to get to a point where she wold actually one want to hurt another person, one would need to do a lot to not her specifically, but to those she cares about. Like writing a cursed musicpiece that killed her best friend. In that case Senritsu is very unforgiving. [ @zealctry ]