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UPDATE. (bit overdue)

The event has officially been concluded! I will no longer be accepting prompts or starters about it. Though this doesn't mean I will drop any ongoing threads with peeps! In future replies I might make a new thread with an updated title that the event of the thread is over lol.

The one thing I deeply regret here is not having wtitten more stuff for myself or dash comms. lmao, oh well, can't force inspo outta myself xD

EVENT: IL CARNEVALE DI VENEZIA

The great High Priest of a notorious Gluttony Cult in Italy, Concetto Faunus, is away from home. Gone off to celebrate his birthday in Venice during the time of the Carnival, followed by the other three Gluttony Priests, and Domenico.

The event begins today, the date of my OC's actual birthday, February 11th, and it ends on March 31st at 10 PM GMT/5 PM EST.

This event will contain NSFW content, so please I ask to refrain from having underage muses interacting! (The exact same golden rule going for underage muns/writers obviously. You ain't off the hook either buster😠)

THERE ARE TWO SCENARIOS YOU CAN INVOLVE YOUR MUSE INTO:

You can have your muse join Faunus & the gang in the Carnival & his birthday celebration in general in Venice! Have fun! Drink! Eat to your heart's content! Cause shenanigans! Dance with the muses! Or you can try courting them too... just be careful if you choose to try your luck with Eve or Adam. (Context provided at the bottom here)

You can have your muse visit the Faunus residence (or stumble across it...); here, you will be greeted by one of Beata Maria's children: Lisa Maria-Antonietta, and her friendgroup: a selkie and witch guitarists, and a werewolf drummer; they are on babysitting duty, looking after Faunus' children: the faunettes, giant maggots with infant faces that will eat and destroy anything in their sight if they are not kept under proper watch, and will starve to death if not fed for more than a day and a half. Lisa is the lead singer of her band and a very passionate musician along with her friends, she might try to persuade your muse to stay and watch over the faunettes for them as they go to perform a quick live-show, would your muse be able to handle the thousands of worm toddlers? And If your muse stays long enough at the mansion... they might also be greeted by the deity of one of the Gluttony cults, Beelzebub! Coming to meet his worm grandchildren 💜

RULES:

1. First and foremost I request you read through the beginning of the event! So you have an idea of what is going on and gain more context about the scenarios instead of going in blind.

2. Anyone can join! Our muses don't need to know eachother already to interact. Just be sure to tag anything involving the event as #event: il carnevale di venezia !!

3. You can write random starters with either one of the two scenarios! Just tag me and be sure you've read the beginning of the event first. (Mainly to have some context)

4. If you want me to write a random starter for you, regarding this event, send me one of the following emojis:

🎭 for a completely random starter (muse will be picked by the mun) set in THE VENICE CARNIVAL. ( or by commenting 'masquerade' )

🏠 for a completely random starter (muse will be picked by the mun) set in THE FAUNUS RESIDENCE. ( or by commenting 'home' )

🐝 for a specific starter with FAUNUS. ( or by commenting 'fly' )

👾 for a specific starter with BEATA MARIA. ( or by commenting 'blob' )

🧚‍♀️ for a specific starter with EVE. ( or by commenting 'fairy' )

💚 for a specific starter with ADAM. ( or by commenting 'green heart' )

💋 for a specific starter with DOMENICO. ( or by commenting 'kiss' )

🔥 for a specific starter with FREDDY. ( or by commenting 'fire' )

🎸 for a specific starter with LISA. ( or by commenting 'guitar' )

5. If you're multimuse and you send one or more of the previous emojis: please specify which muse for which emoji!

6. Freddy is going to be present at the Venice Carnival only! So if you want a starter with him, your muse will be at the Carnival since he is keeping an eye from a distance on the leaders of the cults to ensure no mayhem or public hysteria breaks out as a result of them doing something they shouldn't. (Your muse can also provoke Freddy and somehow try to force him out of hiding to expose him to the Gluttony Priests, but that's entirely up to you)

7. As you may have noticed, Lisa's friends and Beelzebub do not have an emoji you can choose from above! That's because these guys in particular are not meant to be picked; they will appear on their own only if you choose to go to the Faunus Residence. (picture it as being like finding a rare Pokemon in a specific area!)

8. Only in the Carnival scenario belly kinks, stuffing/foodplay and vore kinks might be present, just so you're aware of that! If you specifically want to go for a more frisky route involving those- you can hmu with your nsfw alt. if you have one. (And please let me know what you are and aren't comfortable with!)

9. Anons are also welcome to interact with the event! Talk with any to the Gluttony Priests! Go pester Domenico! Ask questions about Lisa's friends! Try to grab a faunette! Go hog wild.

10. Have fun and no drama!! This event was made on the spot for funsies to celebrate my OC's birthday, interact with friends and other mutuals alike, and flesh out my own universe.

#flies in your food ( ooc ) #event: il carnevale di venezia

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#' i got a whole lot of everything ' ( faunus aesthetic ) #bzzzt ( crack ) #pregnancy tw

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Roasted chicken, ginger, daikon, shiitake mushroom soup with lime, cilantro, broccoli sprouts, and rice noodles

#into the magical forest ( eve aesthetic )

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#into the magical forest ( eve aesthetic ) #' half god half devil ' ( barathrum aesthetic )

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#into the magical forest ( eve aesthetic )

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#bzzzt ( crack ) #hunting fairies ( adam aesthetic ) #into the magical forest ( eve aesthetic ) #literally how they met

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Eve 'I get us into trouble' Despereaux

Adam 'I ask our husband Beelzebub to get us out of trouble' Pretorius

#bzzzt ( crack )

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Ok fellas the event is coming to an end this weekend and unfortunately this time I have no intention of making changes to it's due date. My one regret is I didn't write more stuff regarding the event but I really lost my writing juices this month so it's kind of a 'oh well' type regret bc what're ya gonna do, there's always next year.

After the 31st I'm no longer accepting starters for it, sorry to those that had yet to send one in ;;

The threads that I currently have ongoing w friends I'm honestly not sure if they'll be continued here or sommething. I'm not gonna flat out drop them out of the blue ofc, in the next reply I might make like a separate post thread with some title like "closed event" et cetera :p to keep things organized

#flies in your food ( ooc )

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#into the magical forest ( eve aesthetic )

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young-botanical-genius:

"Agh! Woah, woah, woah, hey...!" Seymour gasped, immediately bending down and grabbing the creature before its sharp teeth could manage to gnaw too far into the fabric. He held it in much the same fashion as he had done earlier that day, keeping it at a safe distance from himself for fear of being used as its next chew toy.

"...H-haven't you had enough to eat today...?!" he asked, voice shrill with disbelief. This was bad. If this thing's appetite really was as boundless as it appeared to be, then how was he ever going to manage to keep its hunger at bay without the risk of even more property damage?

He frowned, pondering these puzzling circumstances. Surely, whoever had entrusted him with the care of this creature would've known what kind of behaviors it would display. If only there were some way to contact them; to ask them for the information on caring for the creature that they had failed to provide him within their mysterious business card.

...There was also always the option of trying to get rid of the thing. But the mere thought of killing it sent a strange chill up Seymour's spine that he wasn't yet prepared to try and fight against, and simply unleashing such a ravenous creature into the city unsupervised would no doubt lead to even worse problems...

"Oh, God..." he whispered, letting out a long sigh as he looked at the monster's face, searching for the answers he knew its infantile mind couldn't give him. "...What am I going to do with you?" If only he had a hint, a sign, something, anything to steer him down the right path!

Somewhere in South Italy, there was a worried fly dad that was reconsidering not going through with plan A of leaving a detailed 7 foot long list of instructions- all scrapped because of his companion's insistance on wanting to remain cryptic to avoid a lowly heretic from trying to dig too deep into things he shouldn't.

"Kid looks smart. Too smart. We can't risk getting too close. He'll figure it out on his own, I'm sure." Beata Maria would say, "he looks like he'd be capable of solving a calculus problem just like that." She'd emphasize with a snap of her fingers, "he'll see the faunette and know right away what to do. My judgement is clear, unclouded by mistakes."

Cut back to the present, the faunette in the young man's hands was just blankly staring at him as he spoke, individually blinking one eye after the other occasionally. Obviously it couldn't provide him with the answers he seeked, only that it was probably still hungry since it slowly became restless even in his grip; thankfully the paranoia of the monster's biological father had the better of him over his companion's... theory, that the schmuck she'd chosen for a caretaker would figure things out on his own- so, in a way, he chose to indirectly keep an eye on this whole operation.

From the dark window of the basement, cloaked figures spied on the poor, unfortunate botanist- one of them just quietly facepalming while the other was hurriedly scribbling something on a paper.

Said piece of paper would later get slipped underneath the backdoor of the basement, they were trying to be inconspicuous about their presence there to avoid giving the kid the impression they were watching, however, one couldn't be sure. They tried to be inconspicuous on the note too! Except it may have turned out to sound a bit... condescending, if you looked past all the bad grammar:

' Having WOO WORMY problems? Maybe you should pick up a BOOK about BUGS. What bug loves sugar, filth, trash, and lays eggs on rotting corpses, including humans? (Optional)

Needs foot food more than it needs oxaga oxixi ossi oxygen and sleep. If you don't keep it well fed, it will start seeing you as less of a friend and more of a full course meal. If you let it starve, wewee will (with all due respect) punch you in the face.

(Not allowed to directly speak to heretic penisantas peasants, sorry about the mysteri cards.)

P.S. Burn this card after reading or we'll be the ones getting face punched, grazie thank. '

STARTER FOR @young-botanical-genius 🌼🐛

It was the dead of night... two cloaked figures walked the streets of Skid Row until they reached the closed front entrance to the botanic shop they've been observing a while.

"I'm not positive I agree with using my children as guinea pigs, Beatrice." The High Priest hissed under his breath as the woman gently placed the basket, it's contents neatly hidden by the fluffy pink blanket inside it, in front of the door of the little shop.

The idea of one of his children potentially being killed, or worse, being poor looked after- infuriated the fly-man. And he wasn't fond of treating his spawns as if they were disposable objects.

"It is not a guinea pig, so you better watch your tongue before you question my actions, Concetto." The woman spat back with indignance in her voice, although it was quiet whispering- her words were still piercing. The man remained quiet, he and the woman had a staring contest for what felt like an eternity as if they were fighting eachother via who could give a more accusatory stare at the other.

Finally, Beata Maria spoke again: "I have kept my eye on the boy that... resides here. He will care for the youngin like he cares for the plants."

"And if he doesn't?"

With that insinuation that she was wrong, she remained silent, once again staring daggers at her co-leader. She inched close to the man until they were face to face, furiously staring at one another as they (quietly) fought verbally about who was righteous.

" Vedremo. ( ' We'll see. ' ) " She simply said, before one of her arms stretched out, adapting the form of a long, black tentacle and proceeding to... 'knock' on the door of the shop, calling it knocking was putting it lightly- the tentacle practically slammed against the door twice so hard it probably scared awake nearby homes, it was a miracle the door didn't break down. Concetto quickly went to hug the little basket, giving one last good bye, before he and his companion vanished into the shadows.

#eldritch high priestess ( beata maria ) #vile worms ( faunettes ) #young-botanical-genius ( seymour ) #insects tw #bugs tw #behold! i present to ypu 3 flavors of stupid: #beata maria: holier-than-thou type of stupid. doesn't take anyone's opinion but her own seriously and disregards everything else. #the faunette: single-celled-organism type stupid. bro was born yesterday he doesnt even know 1+1 #the cultists: poor little meow meow type stupid. no excuse as to why these full grown adults are dumb they just are it's not their fault 😔 #and then there's seymour /LH /JOKE

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It took around ten minutes for the worm to realize it's caretaker was there- after another failed attempt to reach the light, it squinted it's large eyes at him before some neurons finally sparked and made a connection.

It babbled happily as it wriggled towards Seymour, and of course as soon as it reached him- what better way to greet someone than to start trying to eat his pant leg by nibbling on it? ...Oh no.

Seems it was somehow still hungry... talk about having a black hole for a stomach, huh?

STARTER FOR @young-botanical-genius 🌼🐛

It was the dead of night... two cloaked figures walked the streets of Skid Row until they reached the closed front entrance to the botanic shop they've been observing a while.

"I'm not positive I agree with using my children as guinea pigs, Beatrice." The High Priest hissed under his breath as the woman gently placed the basket, it's contents neatly hidden by the fluffy pink blanket inside it, in front of the door of the little shop.

The idea of one of his children potentially being killed, or worse, being poor looked after- infuriated the fly-man. And he wasn't fond of treating his spawns as if they were disposable objects.

"It is not a guinea pig, so you better watch your tongue before you question my actions, Concetto." The woman spat back with indignance in her voice, although it was quiet whispering- her words were still piercing. The man remained quiet, he and the woman had a staring contest for what felt like an eternity as if they were fighting eachother via who could give a more accusatory stare at the other.

Finally, Beata Maria spoke again: "I have kept my eye on the boy that... resides here. He will care for the youngin like he cares for the plants."

"And if he doesn't?"

With that insinuation that she was wrong, she remained silent, once again staring daggers at her co-leader. She inched close to the man until they were face to face, furiously staring at one another as they (quietly) fought verbally about who was righteous.

" Vedremo. ( ' We'll see. ' ) " She simply said, before one of her arms stretched out, adapting the form of a long, black tentacle and proceeding to... 'knock' on the door of the shop, calling it knocking was putting it lightly- the tentacle practically slammed against the door twice so hard it probably scared awake nearby homes, it was a miracle the door didn't break down. Concetto quickly went to hug the little basket, giving one last good bye, before he and his companion vanished into the shadows.

#vile worms ( faunettes ) #young-botanical-genius ( seymour ) #bugs tw #insects tw #wait until seymour finds out these things are capable of devouring an entire human body if given access- #kind of like how pigs will eat anything including people

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young-botanical-genius:

If the current circumstances were any different, Seymour may have found the creature's attempt to mimic him quite cute. But unfortunately, he was much too distressed by the havoc said creature had wreaked upon the basement to pay much attention to the nature of its childlike babbling.

Although he hadn't exactly been expecting a clear answer from the little beast, he nevertheless sighed at the response, not daring to release the faunette from his grasp as he turned and more thoroughly surveyed the destruction all around him. Torn clothes and books strewn across the floor, bite marks in the furniture, a disturbingly large hole in the wall...

The little thing was certainly much more powerful— and hungry— than he had been expecting it to be.

He felt his breath quicken, panic rising in his chest. What on Earth was he going to do?!

He glanced up the stairs, towards the door that led back up to the main floor. Nobody had called his name or come looking for him yet, but if he spent much more time down here, his boss and sole coworker would no doubt begin to grow suspicious. ...He couldn't risk letting either of them see this mess; or worse, letting them see the little monster that now resided under the shop's roof along with him.

As much as he wanted to, the more logical part of him knew that this was no time to simply stand around hyperventilating. He needed to act fast; to come up with at least a temporary solution to the problem, and he supposed he could deal with the rest after closing time.

After tucking the faunette beneath one arm, he reached down to the floor and grabbed the meal that the creature had been in the midst of eating when he had arrived— a tray of some leftover meat from Schmendrik's— with his free hand. Then, he rushed over to the basement's single bathroom; an almost embarrassingly small space equipped with only a toilet, a sink, and a rusty showerhead high up on the wall. He set the creature down on the tile floor, and the meat right next to it, hoping that would serve to distract it for a few moments as he ran back out to gather up a few more items; mostly more already half-eaten pieces of food that were laying around the toppled fridge, as well as a few scraps of old newspapers and magazines from his junk drawer, just in case.

Upon returning to the bathroom, he spread the newspapers and magazines out to cover a large area of the floor, placing the various foodstuffs on top of them. He barely tried to look at the creature as he did all of this, intently focused on creating an environment that would serve to occupy its attention for a couple of hours before he got off work. ...If he got really lucky, perhaps he would come back to find the thing asleep once again.

Once his work was done, he made a fast exit from the room, closing the door behind him and leaving the creature to feast beneath a single flickering fluorescent light. Finally, he dragged a chair in front of the door; a rather pathetic attempt at a barricade, but a barricade nonetheless. Hopefully, the faunette wouldn't have the energy to chew its way through the door before he was able to return.

After taking a few seconds to pant from the exertion of the past minute or two, the young man closed his eyes, took in a long breath, clenched his fists at his sides, and then proceeded to walk right back up the stairs; back to work, where hopefully, he could manage to act like nothing was horribly wrong for a few more hours before being able to more thoroughly deal with the situation at hand. He just hoped that the source of his anxiety wouldn't manage to cause much more trouble until then...

The worm squeaked with joy upon being served the meats in a new, albeit smaller, enviroment. It happily begun eating and paying no mind to the man either as he organized the bathroom with intents of leaving the thing in there. So far so good...? But if it had caused such chaos in under just a couple hours before, and in a much bigger space than this, surely it would flat out destroy the bathroom in a lot less time!

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Aaaand turns out... the narrator was once again, wrong to assume.

Thankfully for poor Seymour, the stars aligned and luck was in his favor as he would come back after his shift... the door and it's barricade hadn't budged it seemed. The only odd thing was this repeated wet slap that could be heard every now and then from inside, oh man... had it somehow turned on the water?

...

The answer was thankfully none of which would result in a furious boss, but instead, much simpler: the creature's own amazing stupidity. Soon as the stressed young man opened the door the would get to see the faunette falling from the shower curtain it had somehow climbed on, trying to reach the flickering, fluorescent light, and falling into a puddle of it's own saliva on the floor once it inevitably lost it's balance; it didn't seem hurt though, in fact, it didn't even seem like it registered it had fallen at all- it just lifted it's head from the cold, moist surface with a deadpan expression that lasted a few seconds- like it's memory had just gotten wiped clean and it was trying to remember what it was doing, before the flickering light's noise caught it's attention again, causing it to smile and giggle as it once more tried to find a way to climb up and attempt to reach it.

Of course, most items that happened to be meat he left with the faunette were gone, the newpapers and magazines had little tears but mainly remained untouched, same going for the other items it had damaged that were left in the bathroom

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It was the dead of night... two cloaked figures walked the streets of Skid Row until they reached the closed front entrance to the botanic shop they've been observing a while.

"I'm not positive I agree with using my children as guinea pigs, Beatrice." The High Priest hissed under his breath as the woman gently placed the basket, it's contents neatly hidden by the fluffy pink blanket inside it, in front of the door of the little shop.

The idea of one of his children potentially being killed, or worse, being poor looked after- infuriated the fly-man. And he wasn't fond of treating his spawns as if they were disposable objects.

"It is not a guinea pig, so you better watch your tongue before you question my actions, Concetto." The woman spat back with indignance in her voice, although it was quiet whispering- her words were still piercing. The man remained quiet, he and the woman had a staring contest for what felt like an eternity as if they were fighting eachother via who could give a more accusatory stare at the other.

Finally, Beata Maria spoke again: "I have kept my eye on the boy that... resides here. He will care for the youngin like he cares for the plants."

"And if he doesn't?"

With that insinuation that she was wrong, she remained silent, once again staring daggers at her co-leader. She inched close to the man until they were face to face, furiously staring at one another as they (quietly) fought verbally about who was righteous.

" Vedremo. ( ' We'll see. ' ) " She simply said, before one of her arms stretched out, adapting the form of a long, black tentacle and proceeding to... 'knock' on the door of the shop, calling it knocking was putting it lightly- the tentacle practically slammed against the door twice so hard it probably scared awake nearby homes, it was a miracle the door didn't break down. Concetto quickly went to hug the little basket, giving one last good bye, before he and his companion vanished into the shadows.

#vile worms ( faunettes ) #young-botanical-genius ( seymour ) #bugs tw #insects tw #unsanitary cw #lil bro doesn't even know basic rocket science

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(( NOOOOO I MISSED SEYMOUR'S BIRTHDAY 💔💔💔💔💔

ferociously knocking on the door to the shop to give the boy a tray of choccy chip cookies and a cupcake with a lit candle on top to wish him happy birth. Also buying some forget-me-nots if they got em in the shop to support the business 💪))

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He's pleasantly surprised by the sudden gifts, and accepts them with wide eyes and a small smile, genuinely astonished that anyone would go out of their way to do all this for him...and that anyone even remembered his birthday at all. Even if these gifts are about a week or two late for the actual date of the occasion, there's absolutely no doubt that he's still grateful.

"...Gee, thank you! ...Thank you so much...!"

...Try as he might to restrain himself, he's going to devour the sweets in the basement later tonight, he just knows it.

#HE'S SO WHOLESOME HELP #GRABS HIM AND SHAKES HIM AROUND LIKE A STRESS TOY LOVINGLY #young-botanical-genius ( seymour )

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👪, 💔, 🌇, 🧼, 👻

- @pit-of-maggots

thematic headcanons - accepting

hc + 👪 for a family-themed headcanon:

Having been surrendered to the Skid Row Home for Boys as an infant, Seymour has no clue where his biological family is, or if they're even still alive. Despite being a curious child who often asked questions about where he came from, he never received much detail as to the circumstances of his arrival to the orphanage.

As a teenager, he went through a brief phase of attempting to locate his biological relatives, but was never able to uncover much, if any, information on their whereabouts. As an adult, he's mostly given up on the idea of ever being able to meet them, although he does sometimes find himself thinking of the parents he never knew; wondering what traits he may have inherited from them, and how they might get along on the off chance that they were ever able to reunite someday.

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience:

A few years after he had first begun working at the flower shop, a young Seymour grew attached to a stray dog that often hung around the shop. Having always wanted a pet, especially a dog, the boy decided to try and secretly care for the mutt in the basement. That plan barely even lasted a day before Mushnik inevitably found out, and promptly forced Seymour to throw the stray back out onto the streets. Seymour was devastated to have to put the dog back out into the harsh conditions it had come from, and even more so when he noticed it had stopped coming around the shop a short time afterwards.

hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning or evening rituals:

Seymour often wakes up early, around 6am, since he's expected to be awake and ready for work by the time Mr. Mushnik arrives at the shop. His morning rituals typically include a quick breakfast (usually a slice of toast or two), an even quicker shower, watering his plants, and some time taken to ensure that everything in the shop is ready for opening by the time his boss shows up.

hc + 🧼 for a hygeine-themed headcanon:

The flower shop basement, surprisingly, has a small bathroom area with a toilet, a sink, and something that just barely qualifies as a shower. The water is almost always freezing cold, and Seymour knows he can't ever spend too much time there or else Mushnik might rip him a new one over the shop's water bill. He's just thankful to have some means of keeping himself clean.

hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences:

As a child, Seymour's naturally fearful mind often attributed strange noises he would hear in the basement to ghosts, which led to many sleepless nights of terror until he gradually figured out that there were actually logical explanations to many of the sounds he was hearing, such as activity occurring outside the shop and much of the building's equipment simply being old and prone to eerie creaking or groaning. Nowadays, he doesn't believe there are ghosts in his living space, but he's still remarkably easy to frighten with tales of ghosts in other places.

#it's okay dude dw about the delay!! these aint chores /lh #young-botanical-genius

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During my headache-related insomnia again the other night I kept thinking about Ice King from Adventure Time and...

Only now I'm kind of realizing that in SOME WAYS, he and Faunus have things in common, mostly emotion-wise:

- Faunus is very attention-seeking, not just out of his own egoism but also out of loneliness. He doesn't have any real friends and never has until he was accepted into the cult of Sons of Gluttony.

- His backstory before the cult is mainly enveloped in mystery, as in- nobody (or very little people) know about where he came from, etc. and he will do anything to keep things the way they are. He has destroyed/will destroy anything thay remotely digs back up anything of his past.

- Even if in a serious relationship, he doesn't like digging into the past which easily results in anger outbursts that y'know kinda sours things up in the moment, OR he is the most awkward person alive which just kind of makes it sad when he attempts to do fun activties with a partner bc you can tell he doesn't have many relationships (set up a picnic in his garden not actually outside bc he doesn't like them yucky bug-covered trees and yucky outside-grass; playing board games in complete silence with a few awkward questions thrown here and there like "so, what kinda things do you do for fun on your own?", he might be a charmer when he's still a stranger with people but behind closed doors he turns into a 24/7 robe-wearing grumpy old man and when in a serious relationship that requires him to open up he becomes a shy teenager hermit)

- he 100% misinterprets his partner's feelings/what they're trying to communicate with him and instead goes off with his own personal assumptions of what they're trying to tell him, and it's not until after things are said and done that when things are finally clarified with him he then goes "well why didn't you just say so??" 💀

Ah and we can't forget that Faunus too slowly goes insane with time, given Barathrum's influence, so he has limited access to how much fun time he can have with his partner if in a serious relationship, before he (temporarily) completely forgets and his brain goes nonsense-broodbeast-mode™️. And if the emotional immaturity wasn't enough to drive away partners before, his gross physical anatomy transformation will 100% do the trick for most since he becomes less gentlemanly & well-mannered, and more animalistic & unhinged, behaving more like a fly that only sometimes has coherent thoughts and they're all about hallucinations he's having or being hungry (picture dr. Brundle during his final stages of fly-transformation in The Fly 1986 + Ginger acting less like herself as she gradually loses herself to the werewolf in Ginger Snaps).

#broodbeast says ( faunus writing ) #remnants of history ( writing info/lore ) #i keep forgetting that Faunus ism't just Some Evil Guy that got involved with a cult he's a tragic sympathetic villain #that had little to hold on to before becoming part of the cult which is what made him vulnerable in the first place. #he's not 100% a victim that never did anything wrong either obviously bc his actions and his hunger to just Be in a powerful position #is what led to where he is now. #and he 100% doesn't regret a single thing if he had a better life and relationships he would still choose to become high priest of a cult #because he loves the attention. he wants to be worshipped and cared for like he believes he deserves while carrying the brood #of a demonic deity bc it makes him feel special and delicate like an antique porcelain doll- which would require to be cared for even more.

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@lenorethequietbookkeeper FROM HERE. 🍻

Why the holder was even in Italy of all places was a mystery in itself, but then again, perhaps the smell of alcohol brought him here...

The fae that had been knocked on the ground, after some whining since she was too lazy to get up on her own, she made the laborious effort to finally get back up on her feet... how admirable! She deserved to treat herself a drink for such hard work all in one day.

Aaand all of a sudden, there was a plethora of glass shards flying her way from the empty glasses being shoved off the table, causing the woman to let out a high pitched screech and jump so inhumanly high she reached the ceiling, like a cat in an old cartoon; her claws dug deep into the wooden architecture and her legs pressed tightly against the wood to secure her position.

The sight caused some eyes to fall (or rather... raise) on her either out of how strange this was (for non-cultists) or out of confusion (from cultists) from the commotion. Soon enough you'll hear the sounds of a surprised and equally shocked husband choke on his drink upon realizing his wife was clinging to the wooden ceiling, and clumsily rush to try and get her down as gracefully as possible while she was busy insulting the fire-corpse with false accusations of 'nearly killing the Priestess and messing up her dress'. The last bit being labelled a fate worse than her own imaginary death.

Beata's gaze snapped towards the one guilty of such crude vocabulary and poor judgement in alcohol, ignoring the commotion like it didn't even happen, as she snatched the glass offered to her like it was the last penny in a bucket.

"Then you must have a lack in what taste is at all, as you outsiders tend to be. Unsophisticated and cheap." She spat back before proceeding to enjoy her drink, her rage previously displayed having been quenched as the beast was finally at peace, though her facial expression and tone showed little to no changes.

#event: il carnevale di venezia #eldritch high priestess ( beata maria ) #vicious fairy priestess ( eve ) #lenorethequietbookkeeper ( charles )

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#' i got a whole lot of everything ' ( faunus aesthetic ) #' my red crusade ' ( maria aesthetic )