𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑨 𝑹𝑼𝑵 𝑻𝑶 .ᐣ

key So everybody who hasn’t forgiven you has an ego Meta? Alright, how about I show what we’re not forgiving him for? I didn’t post this sooner because I didn’t wanna post it against the wishes of the person this happened to, but now I have permission. TW: Mentions of Suicide

ㅤ well, well . . . i'll be damned. looks like you've got more of my blood in you than either of us wanted to admit. give them hell. . . 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. ㅤ

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@boundtocream.bsky.social [ looks left. looks right. SMACKIN' that ass! ]

oh, ada.. wherefore art thou?

antiisleep. need this baddie under merihem's mistletoe fr idc if it's already 2025

since there seems to be a bit of gender non-conformity right now. . .

ᅠ nice job, kid. treat her well and you've got a dame fer' life. (raising a glass in salute. and promptly downing the whole glass in one go.) ᅠ

i believe in my future, farewell to the shadow. it was my place to live, but now i need your hand. lead me out with your light, i have breathed in the disgusting air of darkness, but i'll never lose out.

Name: 𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐒 Age: 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 (Estimation since he was 20-something in the trojan war and we know there’s a timespan of 20 years before he makes it back thanks to Telemachus) Race/Ethnicity: 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐌𝐬

ᅠ by the time he was found, he had been unconscious for merely a few hours, accounting for the time it took for her to reach him even with her relativistic, or rather, light-speed, travel. despite the fire that burned and expelled itself from his body, his flesh had nearly iced over ᅠ

ᅠ the wind blows. the rain pours. the fire burns. the time ticks on. the sinnerman runs to the river, he runs to the rock, yet the lord shan't hide him from his sin. loss. it was a concept he was already familiar with, so why did the loss of his wife and child still plague him so? ᅠ

𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑨 𝑹𝑼𝑵 𝑻𝑶 .ᐣ

𝐎𝐇, 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍...

ᅠ ᅠ 〞𝖳𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀.〝 ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

despite being a demon borne of wrath, there's no reason to discard the possibility of the indulgence in lust. he has a certain “cycle” of his own— similar to what she is experiencing the onset of, but one that tends to last much, much longer.

not only can he tell by the scowl upon her features— he notices a very distinct... scent.

yaaaawn...

ᅠ pardon his lack of etiquette — he's not quite acquainted with social or interpersonal etiquette by any means. so he does, of course, put on a loose pair of sweatpants— leaving only his top half exposed. ᅠ

ᅠ “ I'd hardly call it sleep. It was more like `closing my eyes for a couple of hours and pretending to sleep` than actual sleep. ” he reaches a hand out and pats her head. “ How about you? You seem well-rested. ” ᅠ

@boundtocream.bsky.social it's been a while since i've had the pleasure of your company.

ᅠ stark naked. call it what you will, but as a demon, i find clothing rather restricting. of course, i will dress myself on occasion... but those occasions are once in a blue moon. ᅠ

ᅠ i'd choose nothing, personally. ᅠ

ᅠ “ Likewise. ” the demon replies curtly, stretching his arms into the air and letting out a low, rumbling growl. ᅠ

scarred hands trace over coarse flesh in reminiscence of a time long past. a somber expression befalls the demon. company is not necessary, but not unwelcome, either.

who am i, a monster of god's own creation, to judge? i've slaughtered countless angels. violated countless demons during my reign. fed on the hearts of many. opened my own hearts for few. and we know where that landed me.

there's no need to justify your actions to 𝙢𝙚. i'm far from a novice when it comes to committing atrocities; guilty or innocent.

don't kid yourself, dear. i've seen what you do to your test subjects. tragic as it may be, you've always been built for this, have you not?

you have no idea just how long i've needed to hear that. know this, my dear; should the need ever arise should the trumpets of war ever sound once more. i am at your beck and call. i will rip and tear until it is done.

. . . I'm sorry; for my constant absence. For neglecting you in favor of another instead of providing the same love across you and her both. For thrusting you into the middle of conflicts between myself and others-- forcing you to side with anyone but myself.

@alieniisms.bsky.social Astra. Front and center, if you would be so kind.

`` and what will remain of you when you step over that threshold? `` inquired the lord to the king in a dream. `` nothing. ``

( casually discarding his tungsten armor and throwing it to the floor with a thunderous 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶! the pecs are free... )

i got pecs. will they do? i reckon they're sufficiently squishy.

he can stand guard if she needs extra assurance that she won't be disturbed. he's really got nothing better to do..