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uwu

#ooc. #muns art. #the devil. #blood /

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also patron saint of being a little silly (also includes the cannibalism)

#ooc. #cannibalism ment /

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describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.

#patron saint of being kinda c*nty with it #that includes the cannibalism #slurs / #cannibalism / #ask to tag /

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also last ooc post but i felt like it would be important to put a soft warning:

tumblr has been shadowbanning all my blogs, and i'm unsure if this blog is going to be next or not. if i suddenly don't appear in your activity, appear in your followers list, etc, that's what's happening. tumblr has yet to get back to me about said shadowbanning and it's been a month. if we have a thread or anything, i encourage you to check my blog to see if it's been replied to.

#ooc. #psa. #gonna make this my pinned

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❝ You stood no chance. With the bite of a shark, a dragon of ice shall sink beneath the waves. ❞

--- TIER HARRIBEL OF THE SERIES BLEACH.

as told by JOVIS.

#p. #hewwo jovis

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Ask My Muse About Death

Send my muse one or a few of these questions (all of them related to death, life after death, etc. so please read with that warning in mind)

Have you ever come close to dying?

What do you think is the worst possible way to die?

Do you think there’s life after death?

If you were reborn as someone/something new, who or what would you want to be?

If you do believe in the afterlife, what kind of afterlife do you think awaits you?

Have you ever taken someone’s life?

Are you afraid of dying?

Do you ever wish you were immortal?

If you are immortal, do you ever wish you were mortal instead?

Name one (or a few) people in your life whose death would ruin you.

Who do you think would miss you most if you were gone?

Name one person you’d protect even if it meant sacrificing yourself.

If you had to choose a way to die, what would you choose?

Have you ever seen someone die (but you didn’t cause it)?

Has someone ever tried to severely hurt you?

Could you kill someone if it meant protecting yourself or someone else?

If you could meet someone who has died, who would it be?

Do you believe the dead ever come back to walk the earth?

Have you ever seen a ghost/spirit?

If you’ve ever had a near-death experience, describe what happened and what you saw/experienced.

BONUS: FOR UNDEAD/SPOOKY MUSES

How did you die?

What’s the last thing you remember before death?

Is the afterlife/undeath exactly as you pictured it to be?

What do you consider yourself (ghost, zombie, spirit, etc.)?

Do you wish you were alive and mortal again?

Was death frightening to you?

What have you learned since your death?

When you meet living people, are they afraid of you?

If you could be brought back to life, would you accept?

Did you return for a reason?

#memes.

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Louise Glück, from "Afterword" in Faithful and Virtuous Night: Poems

#musings.

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also i'd hate to do this but i'm going to be deleting all the drafts and asks i owe. i need to start over.

#ooc. #sorry lads ;w;

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and his stomach snarls unforgivingly — resulting in a lighthearted breath of laughter from the cult leader.

“kinda hungry. how about you stick around for something to eat~?”

#open. #main v. #me: i might come back soon #me: and by soon i mean immediately

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i miss the inherent blasphemy of this blog tbh. might come back soon.

#ooc. #i have a need

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she's back home from the ER, and it seems it's a miracle that she has come back home to begin with. she currently has no other evidence of something happening outside of staples on the back of her head + memory issues. i'm still going to prioritise caring for her over being here, but for those who wanted to know, here you go. thank you for those who have supported me, even if i wasn't very talkative during this time. thank you so much. 🌈

not gonna be here for a while/extending the semi-hiatus to a full hiatus. my mother has either gone through a stroke or a drug overdose or something else equally horrifying and i just need to prioritise.

#ooc. #medical / #hospitals / #head trauma /

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not gonna be here for a while/extending the semi-hiatus to a full hiatus. my mother has either gone through a stroke or a drug overdose or something else equally horrifying and i just need to prioritise.

#ooc. #drugs / #drug overdose / #medical / #ask to tag / #if anyone could send good vibes our way i'd appreciate it

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"do you have something to confess?" a gentle tone, "i won't turn you away, my friend."

#open. #main v. #cults /

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and despite the rich scent of death in the air, dōma doesn’t wear a grimacing expression. rather, warmth glimmers from his smile; like the sun peaking from the horizon, greeting the morning frost and allowing it to finally melt.

“hmm, probably a smart idea, yeah?” he hums, “but i can’t help but notice something kinda disturbing…”

he taps his chin with his finger, before it draws out — pointing at the corpse that lay at her feet.

“this person is someone i know. just recently they came to me with a pretty sad confession, you see…” a glint to his eye, “d’you know anything about that~?”

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He was odd; Even with the purest of Devils Blood running through her. The way his smile didn't quite greet her as pleasant. [ In fact, it gave the humanity side of Jane the chills. He's creepy. ] The Demon part of Jane refused to back down in front of another unholy creature, so all she does is close her eyes at his entrance for a moment before looking at her recent hunt now freshly killed & dead at her feet & souless. ❝ This doesn't concern you. I'd recommend going off to do your own thing instead of lingering. ❞

#liracondo #main v. #cults ment / #i'm so happy to see jane's back hehe #i'm curious to see how this goes!

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"she was a violent woman," idly, he traces a finger in the dirt where he sat, "but she loved me, you know? i was her only child."

#open. #main v. #listening to piano and strings makes me wanna write smth sad #he's talkin about his momma here #abuse / #abuse ment / #child abuse ment / #child abuse / #ask to tag /

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and was it a sin to feel the grace of euphoria flicker within his heart? he was here, he existed — he caused her pain. perhaps this was something his mother had sought out; was dear momma just as empty as he was?

was that why she caused so much pain? was it her own mockery of an attempt to feel something?

ah, he’ll never know.

a small smile perches onto his lips, pulling his hand away; allowing kokushibō to recover. even when only a relatively fresh demon, he could still cause so much destruction — he wondered if tonight would prove that further.

but maybe that’s a good thing; maybe it’ll show the world that he’s here. that he’s alive.

“that’s kind of you,” he gives gentle laughter, rubbing the back of his neck — hand still felt frozen, “this is kind of a silly question, but…”

“is it best to kill them? or should i leave them alive after i’ve had my fill?”

a pause; perhaps his heart still hesitates.

“maybe they could recover without a limb…? maybe i could stop the bleeding—”

She watches closely, listening to words unspoken, recognizing similar bruises upon them both. Similar, not the same.

She won't push him to say more than he is ready to, for if positions were reversed, it would be a lie to say that she wouldn't bare her fangs. Kokushibō will allow him this much understanding.

In truth, she isn't even truly certain if she would call Dōma's behavior confident, or simply that empty soul he would show rare glimpses of, a fleeting shadow that if she dared to blink, would be missed just as quickly.

Hand stays steady, even as ice begins to form, to sting and burn, freezing metal and gems to her skin. Kokushibō doesn't flinch away, lowermost eyes watching as skin turns paler and paler, more and more lilac, claws instinctively appearing and lengthening like that of a great cat's as pain radiates through hand and arm.

It's a matter of time before ice turns it numb. She is too familiar with pain.

Rest of her eyes remain upon Dōma, and finally she allows mask of her own to slip--how instinctual it is, to pretend to not feel pain even as some feral part of her wants to bite and lash out, to refuse to show true feelings for such a thing means vulnerability.

Such a thing meant opening herself to more of father's rage.

But in this single moment, she allows it--a flicker of pain across her features, evidence that he holds some sway however slight.

That, in however many tattered pieces, both exist.

"...very good. Such a technique could prove quite beneficial to you. Ice protects as much as it destroys."

#tsukkiakarii #pre-main v. #cannibalism / #abuse ment / #child abuse ment / #dissociation ment /

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"i haven't eaten in sooooo long," a dramatic sigh, "like, it's been thirty minutes. that's forever! if oooonly there was a tasty human nearby."

#open. #main v. #cannibalism / #he's being annoying