#flesh thresh

[bekkomi]

Playing a carry vs playing a support

#zeri #jhin #aphelios #milio #thresh #flesh thresh #seraphine #league of legends #league fanart #bekkodraws

[wintermoth]

So I just saw The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and i gotta say, they did a damn good job.

But I'm not altogether happy with how much they changed the Games from how they played out in the book. I get needing to condense them for runtime and I get needing to change certain things like having cameras in the tunnels. The 10th Games were literally bursts of activity followed by hours upon hours of nothing because they couldn't see underground.

But it's the progression of events, the kill order & swapping of kills, and the omission of events which bothers me. Rest under the cut cos Long Post.

First of all: the Bloodbath. In the book, there is no Bloodbath. The kids literally grabbed supplies and hauled ASS to safety. You know. Like terrified children would. I personally think it was a mistake having the Bloodbath at all but I'm guessing some studio execs pulled rank on this one. >_>

Weaponizing the drones was something which...should've only worked once but whatever.

Coral getting properly fleshed out to be the main antagonist in the arena? Cool shit. They combined various aspects of other characters like Treech (7) and Teslee (3) into her. It gives us someone to root against and, narratively, I understand why they did it. She wasn't someone who'd trained her whole life like, say, Cato. She was just a kid who was doing what she thought she had to to get home. She was a bully, yeah, but not a villain.

Dill dying to the poison instead of her illness...um okay? This one I really don't get. IMO Lucy Gray seeing little Wovey die to the poison as she did in the books would've been much harder on her and the audience considering earlier events. Deadass, I think it was their way of dealing with the Reaper Problem - more on this in a minute Wovey's death was a cheap attempt at shock value and, surprise, no one was shocked. EVERYONE knew that container was bad news--audience, capitol, tributes--except perhaps Wovey herself. We'll blame the trauma.

And as for Lucy Gray herself, of her three book kills, one was removed entirely, and two were changed. The first being Dill instead of Wovey. The second being the way in which she killed Treerch. She was supposed to use a snake mutt as a weapon which she'd protected and hidden in her dress--which served as both a callback to her Reaping with the mayor's daughter.....and a premonition of what would eventually happen in the woods outside 12. And she was supposed to outwit/outmaneuver Reaper, which was removed entirely.

So, Reaper Ash. Big guy from District 11. The Thresh of these games. It's like they didn't know what to do with him. They dedicated his little screen time before the Games to making it clear he was 100% That Bitch and there were several lines (most from Lucky) indicating he was a strong contender. One of a handful of instances of Checkov's Gun, a rule of writing which states if you're going to call attention to a detail, it better fucking be important.

Allow me to summarize book events for those of you who don't know: The night before the Games, he apologizes to the surviving tributes for having to kill them and Jessup, who has rabies, spits in his eye. At the start of the Games, he was one of the few to run to get weapons at the start and was ready to fight, but everyone else was gone. So he heads out to hunt them down. Reaper was the only one proactively looking for a fight. Later, Reaper finds Dill down in the tunnels and carries her out into the open and lays her down in the sun because she's dying already and he's not going to kill her. He leaves her to her own devices and moves on. The next time we see him, he mercifully lets Lucy Gray flee from him. Afterwards, he strikes up an agreement with Lamina, the girl from 7, who's cleverly holed up high off the ground, and shows himself to pragmatic, fair, and good to his word.

Lamina warns him of oncoming tributes and he flees. When he eventually returns, he finds her and another murdered. Incensed, he begins assembling his morgue. During this, he uses part of a Capitol flag to make himself a cape, which makes him happy. The next day, he added Wovey to his morgue. When the Snakes are released into the arena, he is out of the line of fire, up in the stands, and survives.

By now, though, the rabies is really starting to affect him. He continues to obsessively add to and protect his morgue. On the last day, when Lucy Gray tries to add the third place tribute to it, he scares her off. But it's just them now and he doesn't even try to kill her. All he cares about is maintaining the morgue and keeping their bodies covered. He is eventually run ragged by Lucy Gray, who knows he's sick, and meets his end by drinking a poisoned puddle. He crawls to his morgue and dies. Lucy Gray wins.

In the movie, there's a Bloodbath and kids start killing each other, and he's right in there with them. We see him throw down ONLY to defend Dill. Then they just kinda....disappear. And they stay disappeared throughout everything which follows. None of his moments with the other tributes occur. When they emerge, Dill is significantly ahead of him--which tbh makes little sense since, as her protector, he reasonably should've gone out first to ensure it's safe--and dies by drinking poison. He is devastated and screams dramatically. He then begins to make his morgue and offend the capitol by disrespecting the flag before making a big dramatic speech to the cameras daring them to punish him. He apparently stays by his morgue for the rest of the day and when the snake mutts get dropped into the arena, he is keenly aware of the danger. He warns Wovey away, though she doesn't listen. He is almost immediately engulfed by the snakes. He holds still, sits up straight and tall, closes his eyes, then falls forward dead, followed swiftly by the remaining tributes except Lucy Gray.

So, that being said.

Book Reaper's story is a young man who expected to win and was prepared to do it, only for his degenerating mind to focus on protecting the dignity of the murdered children around him. His death was ignoble.

Movie Reaper's story is a young man who expected to win and was prepared to do it, but was also determined to protect his weak district partner with his life, and upon losing her, presents the Capitol both middle fingers. His death was ignoble.

I get why they cut the rabies plotline for the movie. It definitely saved time.....and it REALLY wouldn't look good if the filmmakers had both black guys die of rabies. Just saying. What bothers me about his movie story is just how unfulfilling it was. Going back to Checkov's Gun, he was supposed to be a Threat. And then he just. Wasn't. All for a over-dramatic and tbh unnecessary moment of glory.

so yeah that's my two cents.

anyway go see the movie.

#Hunger Games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #spoilers for tbosas #Lucy Gray Baird #Reaper Ash #Moon as something to say

[marydithart]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞 - 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮 "Ominous clouds, torn apart, unleashing a torrent of rain. Then, an unrelenting typhoon, connecting the heavens once again. Finally it shows its form: A hurricane made flesh. Bringing death through gale and storm, a dragon god ready to thresh."

#monster hunter fanart #monster hunter #monster hunter rise #monster hunter sunbreak #traditional illustration #traditional art #amatsumagatsuchi #copic illustration

[dark-strangers-art]

And still in my nostrils

The scent of her flesh,

And still my wet mouth

Sought her afresh;

And still one pulse

Through the world did thresh.

~Dh Lawrence

[cypriathus]

Here's an ancient deity and their godly children!

Valczebjowius Ktumedjoszripa Ubajnozlekith Y’Ziphjaloktebus is a totality and space deity who has a very taciturn attitude, yet they’re practically mindless. Despite not possessing a true mind, they’re considerably intelligent and capable of showing empathy, tenderness, and ruthlessness. However, Valczebjowius is highly ignorant and they struggle to build meaningful connections as a result.

They’re made up of a 360’ 11” ft (11000.74 cm) organised rhomboid of iridescent globes made from cosmic dust, star remnants, water vapour, cerebrospinal fluid, acidic blood, and souls. It’s commonly believed that they’re surrounding their crystalline soul of fogginess and all globes are bound to each other by purplish-orange flesh. The bottom half of Valczebjowius’ rhomboid body has the tentacles and oral arms of a black sea nettle, but they’re a dark purple with a cloudy gold sheen.

They can teleport throughout the multiverse by using gargantuan golden double gates, self-created wormholes, dark energy and matter, cosmic dust, stars, supernovae, and mirrors. They possess absolute physical and mental condition, and they’re infinitely widespread throughout multiple universes. Even though they possess a certain degree of intelligence, they’re in a perpetual state of knowing almost nothing and ignoring nearly everything. They can manipulate the fabric of reality, space-time continuum, physics, logic, ethereal and infernal aspects, newborn and dying stars, philosophy, science, and magic. Valczebjowius can bend, twist, and reshape everything with pure willpower, and they’re completely undisputed and unstoppable. They have the absolute power to create life, alter the origin of anything, and assume any shape they desire (e.g. a human). Regular beings who look into one of their iridescent globes for 60 nanoseconds will die from telekinetic sensory overload or burning alive.

FAMILY:

Ymabjelphorvius Muleszorvintha Ebhiktosjuzar H’Ustewjoldzrian (son)

Nerjzluhtopiad Vuktezosphrija Utsakzojebhrin J’Waschebokzurvi (son)

Jagenozlithus V’Zilsjabkowunther (granddaughter)

Burthaloszige X’Uljaszobektrind (grandchild)

Braktunghel F’Glophrajzedinus (grandchild)

Olemaphinus F’Vokhtajebzrindus (grandchild)

Tarixokhumen Y’Wiscaplonzrute (grandchild)

Skhuzeloma P’Ktedzubovhrija (grandchild)

Mingefolszurcha P’Vtadzercholwinbus (grandson)

Kelubaprithon T’Virchabejzoldus (grandson)

Xushevoriand W’Tilvazhjobrumen (grandchild)

Mekhzunogila K’Tuljazospherd (granddaughter)

Nehuscoma J’Placheboktringus (granddaughter)

Luskophenda X’Priktalojzendus (granddaughter)

Hipenostruma P’Gektazloschurvi (grandson)

Mornelukha K’Phtavrijozlendus (grandson)

Lemuszonda P’Vusglaktozerji (granddaughter)

Eysphuxonda B’Ysilazrothunde (grandchild)

Buthelomiva X’Jelwazhosturvi (grandson)

Anerholux K’Trocazlephindus (granddaughter)

Phudebronta W’Zihtakorsplune (grandson)

Eynthamobius T’Vulkephjobrisza (granddaughter)

Rhanozemius W’Zeljaktobhrinus (grandchild)

Pscetrahozux M’Wuktaphojzergin (grandson)

Uysceporaith Z’Mulpevosithraj (granddaughter)

Atumebhiko X’Wehtazoscubrim (grandchild)

Kuladozen V’Goljaktedzirmus (grandchild)

Izesoluhar W’Xolchaktezrinus (grandchild)

Izranojeht Ayngulokiste-Brephoklatius D’Sulvherona (grandson)

Aprichotenus (granddaughter)

Korwudelaszith (granddaughter)

Musaphordzen (granddaughter)

1000+ granddaughters (?)

1000+ grandsons (?)

Zluskemophixa Guwaszhoktedin Oylkebursziah W’Knadzrijophetus (daughter)

Unnamed lover

Ynchaljezordius K’Golszenthurvija (son)

Kaldjehwozrinus M’Zihtepolvudja (daughter)

Numphoktezrija W’Vheplaktobrinus (grandson)

680 grandchildren (?)

926 great-grandchildren (?)

Lahvetonius (lover)

Wenathropius Y’Kleghuboszria (son)

Palemozinus Y’Blaphjektowinus (son)

Ayselonuth Y’Worvajektzinus (daughter)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Deity of the Multiversal Gates, Star Fragments, and Reality

Black Sleeper

Hideous Coldness

Lord of the Inconceivable Watchfulness

Monstrosity Who Is Beyond The Key

Lurker At His Threshold of Dreaming

Opener of the All-Encompassing Way

Emperor Who Shall Rise Again On That Fateful Day

Our Beloved and Weary Progenitor (by their children)

Great Begetter (by Nerjzluhtopiad)

Valcze (by most people)

Y’Ziphjalok (by some people)

Ubanoszleki (by some people)

Ktumezropa (by some people)

Jaloktebius (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

They’re technically sexless

They like to play the pan flute

They’re the first avatar of Cosmos

Their domain has a towering Greco-Roman and Mesoamarican ziggurat of ruby zoisite and golden specks with an oxidised brass double gate in the middle of infinite rectangular mirrors that act as portals to other universes. The mirrors reveal a multitude of stars, comets, asteroids, meteoroids, meteors, meteor showers, satelites, planets, dwarf planets, and galaxies. The sky is a foggy black and the durable floor is a blood red, pink, purple, and greenish pyrope.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of their name have special meanings: Valczebjowius means “whirling phantasm”, Ktumedjoszripa means “leviathan that groans of a boiling skeleton or breathing underneath a firmament’s morgue”, Ubajnozlekith means “entangled misery that watches her breeding night, shrieker pulsating before the glorified word or devouring a luminescent crustacean”, and Y’Ziphjaloktebus means “slug’s pyre, tiresome volcano, his icy sophistication or awakening our thunderous sun”.

Ymabjelphorvius Muleszorvintha Ebhiktosjuzar H’Ustewjoldzrian is a knowledge and dimensional god who’s fully capable of making sensible decisions and good judgements based on his expertness. He’s very conscientious, assertive, and introspective, and he treats most people in a respectful and equitable manner. He has a strong sense of responsibility when it comes to his duties and the maintenance of his personal domain. He can be fairly bad-tempered and irritable when it comes to his brother and individuals that he rightfully views as idiotic and a waste of time. Ymabjelphorvius has a fairly nihilistic perspective on creation, and he’s a highly capable individual who prioritises efficiency and structure. He possesses strategic thinking, an analytical mindset, and highly developed intuition, allowing him to anticipate potential problems and find solutions. He’s secretly a master of psychological manipulation, but he only uses that skill in tight situations. He appears to be jaded with his regular duties and supreme knowledge, which impacts his motivation and melancholic mood.

He has a rectangular ectomorphic body type with sloping shoulders, a fairly muscular torso, elongated limbs, and four arms. He possesses an approximate height of 67 ft (2042.16 cm), baby powder skin, slender fingers with long claws, a rhodolite garnet forked tongue, and a white lion tail and horse ears. He has six moles scattered across his body: one in the middle of his right cheek; one close to the centre of his forehead; one near the top of his left pectoralis major; one on his right trapezius; one at the base of his left thumb; and one on his right ankle. Ymabjelphorvius’ ribcage is slightly prominent and his face has a dried, wrinkly, skeletal appearance with sunken blue dumortierite eyes. He has bushy, tired-looking eyebrows, a long goatee, and mid-thigh wavy hair of sparkling silver. His second pair of arms are made up of ten durable rhodolite garnet orbs each with soft pink three-fingered, bronze clawed hands. He has eight slimy, brazen tentacles protruding from his upper back and they’re tipped with razor-sharp talons that can pierce a victim's skull and syphon out the brain. He wears a 8’ 3” (25146 cm) gilt brass crown that depicts a shepherd with a flock of sheep, a field of crosses, mountains, oceanic waves, jumping fishes, an encircling serpent, a crow, Jacaranda mimosifolia, and a solar or lunar eclipse. Ymabjelphorvius dons long, flowing robes of saffron and turquoise, a shimmering gold hooded cloak with yellow-orange sheepskin outlining, and a nazar amulet. He possesses a blue opal cocktail ring on his right middle finger, a bronze dome ring on his right index finger, and a morganite signet ring on his left ring finger. He occasionally carries a shepherd’s crook of pure gold and the top is decorated with a curving fiery phoenix in flight.

He possesses omnicompetence, an infinite amount of knowledge, the ability to shapeshift into any shape and form without limit, clairvoyance, and dermo-optical perception. He’s able to mentally interact with energy and matter, and send his thoughts and emotions to other people without using the usual sensory channels of communication. He’s capable of controlling the minds of individuals, including their thoughts, perceptions, memories, emotions, and personalities, through strict manipulation, hypnosis, and psychological hijacking. Ymabjelphorvius has an indomitable will, panmnesia, invulnerability, and absolute wisdom, strength, endurance, stamina, efficiency, senses, and reflexes, and he can change reality through his voice. He can manipulate greater spatial and temporal dimensions, madness, absence, ubiety, flocks of sheep, knowledge, illusions, memories, laws of perspective, and the primordial energy that flows through the plane of existence. He can create weaponry and barriers through portal energy, blank and written scrolls, books, and brains, and use gold, geometric shapes, water, and paper to teleport.

FAMILY:

Valczebjowius Ktumedjoszripa Ubajnozlekith Y’Ziphjaloktebus (parent)

Nerjzluhtopiad Vuktezosphrija Utsakzojebhrin J’Waschebokzurvi (brother)

Jagenozlithus V’Zilsjabkowunther (niece)

Burthaloszige X’Uljaszobektrind (nibling)

Braktunghel F’Glophrajzedinus (nibling)

Olemaphinus F’Vokhtajebzrindus (nibling)

Tarixokhumen Y’Wiscaplonzrute (nibling)

Skhuzeloma P’Ktedzubovhrija (nibling)

Mingefolszurcha P’Vtadzercholwinbus (nephew)

Kelubaprithon T’Virchabejzoldus (nephew)

Xushevoriand W’Tilvazhjobrumen (nibling)

Mekhzunogila K’Tuljazospherd (niece)

Nehuscoma J’Placheboktringus (niece)

Luskophenda X’Priktalojzendus (niece)

Hipenostruma P’Gektazloschurvi (nephew)

Mornelukha K’Phtavrijozlendus (nephew)

Lemuszonda P’Vusglaktozerji (niece)

Eysphuxonda B’Ysilazrothunde (nibling)

Buthelomiva X’Jelwazhosturvi (nephew)

Anerholux K’Trocazlephindus (niece)

Phudebronta W’Zihtakorsplune (nephew)

Eynthamobius T’Vulkephjobrisza (niece)

Rhanozemius W’Zeljaktobhrinus (nibling)

Pscetrahozux M’Wuktaphojzergin (nephew)

Uysceporaith Z’Mulpevosithraj (niece)

Atumebhiko X’Wehtazoscubrim (nibling)

Kuladozen V’Goljaktedzirmus (nibling)

Izesoluhar W’Xolchaktezrinus (nibling)

Izranojeht Ayngulokiste-Brephoklatius D’Sulvherona (nephew)

Aprichotenus (niece)

Korwudelaszith (niece)

Musaphordzen (niece)

1000+ nieces (?)

1000+ nephews (?)

Zluskemophixa Guwaszhoktedin Oylkebursziah W’Knadzrijophetus (sister)

Ynchaljezordius K’Golszenthurvija (half-brother)

Kaldjehwozrinus M’Zihtepolvudja (half-sister)

Numphoktezrija W’Vheplaktobrinus (half-nephew)

680 half-niblings (?)

926 half-grand-niblings (?)

Wenathropius Y’Kleghuboszria (half-brother)

Palemozinus Y’Blaphjektowinus (half-brother)

Ayselonuth Y’Worvajektzinus (half-sister)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

God of the Eleven Dimensions and Forbidden Knowledge

Feasting Peacock

Lord All-In-None

Unspeakable Lake of Misty Cries

King in Robes of Pristine Gold

Geometry of Interstellar Abundance

He That Slept Beneath A Fogbound Wish

High Priest of the Fertile Water

He Who Lies Dreaming Among The A Starry Breath

Silly regal man (by Nerjzluhtopiad)

Mister Grumpsalot (by Nerjzluhtopiad)

Ymabje (by most people)

Mulsezorvi (by most people)

H’Ustewjo (by some people)

Ebhikto (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s sexless

He’s asexual

He finds the ocean to be quite comforting

He has a domain that's an infinitely-spawning library with redwood shelves full of ancient and new tomes. Each tome focuses extensively on one topic and in front of the library, there is a long desk of oxidised brass with a receptionist bell consumed in blue flames. The desk forms a semi-circle around an area with floral, coral reef, and fish designs, and a towering, gilded chair that's tall enough for Ymabjelphorvius to sit comfortably. The chair has a humpback whale-shaped pillow and the pelt of a regular tiger lying before it. There are wheeled ladders of poplar wood and their height can be easily adjusted. There are also metallic tables and poplar wood chairs with cacophonous moon-elk and croaking wolf skin seats. Within his domain, there are numerous workers who help to maintain the library.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Ymabjelphorvius means “crow that pursues a wild maelstrom or sanctioned locus of amber”, Muleszorvintha means “midwinter emissary that blissfully decays or woeful pulse and moonstruck thumb”, Ebhiktosjuzar means “apostle who touches a boastful hearth, marsh of the ancestral harbinger or omnipresent turtle”, and H’Ustewjoldzrian means “herding poet who consumes the muse of artistry, unearthly benefactor upon a selfish tempest, mantis of a delirious sacrifice or trumpeter of starlight”.

His sacred animals are the crow, zebra, qilin, unicorn, humpback whale, orchid mantis, and white tiger.

His sacred plants are the begonia, sage, gladiolus, periwinkle, hyacinth, and Jacaranda mimosifolia.

His sacred stones are iolite, morganite, opalite, labradorite, chrysocolla, and blue apatite.

The shepherd’s crook, regal robes, and libraries are his sacred symbols.

Nerjzluhtopiad Vuktezosphrija Utsakzojebhrin J’Waschebokzurvi is a fear, heraldic, and trickster god who possesses a frightening, aggressive aura and he can be quite apocalyptically destructive. He’s deliberately deceptive and manipulative, using propaganda, love bombing, and psychological torture to achieve his goals. He likes to annoy and scare people as well as pull mischievous pranks, and he’s very lecherous, targeting his immense lust towards women and feminine beings. He possesses a malevolent, sadistic, and nihilistic inclination to destroy the happiness and sentience of individuals, believing that life is merely a plaything. Nerjzluhtopiad can be quite melodramatic in a mocking and humorous way, and he’s overly proud of himself. He lacks good judgement and fabricates blatant lies, and he often prefers to remain fundamentally ambiguous and anomalous. He has a capricious temperament that feeds into his chaotic nature, and he exhibits a great degree of secret knowledge, charm, and verbal facile. He finds humanity and wildlife to be peculiar and strangely amusing, keeping a close eye on them in order to satisfy his curiosity on what will happen next and understand them.

He’s close to 32’ 10” (1000.76 cm) and he has partially broad shoulders, glistening scorpion skin, corduroy freckles, the ears of a bobcat, slender fingers, and golden, razor-sharp claws. He has four serpentine tongues of clairvoyant purple that’s covered in oozing, pheromone-scented saliva. He also has two acidic venom glands and three rows of carnivorous teeth with the front having long fleshy fangs where his canines should be. His messy medium-length hair is a shimmering schist with tousled strands and it’s usually tied in a short, low ponytail. Nerjzluhtopiad’s eyes are an old gold with a medium carmine outline, vin rouge pupils, tradewind dots in the middle, and black sclera. The neck, humanoid arms with blackened hands, and muscular torso are devoid of skin, revealing his pulsating, gangrenous clairvoyant purple muscles. His lower half is a voluminous mass of 55 fully smooth tentacles that are an iridescent raven black. He wears two unique pairs of earrings: dangling ones of gold and ametrine; and mismatched tassels, the left is tradewind and the right is vin rouge, with bronze hoops. He possesses a white rock jabbot made from the finest silk and a long cloak of glossy blackness with a high, pointed collar and sharp shoulders that jut out from each side. 16 out of Nerjzluhtopiad’s 55 tentacles are adorned with well-fitted bands of polished bronze.

He can manipulate insanity, fear, horror, panic, terror, dread, delusions, illusions, nightmares, shadows, and the psychic and demonic energies of the multiverse. He possesses absolute physical and mental condition, and he’s able to become strengthened from the fear and nightmares of other individuals. He can detect, discern, and immediately understand people’s greatest fears, allowing him to use those for his own advantage. He’s fully immune to fear and capable of creating phobias by psychically stimulating the amygdala. Nerjzluhtopiad is able to shapeshift into horrifying monstrosities and humanoids, and change his biological sex and size, and he has complete knowledge on fear, horror, dread, and nightmares. He can see the flow of causality, which enables him to foresee almost all possibilities and influence the course of events to ensure a given outcome becomes reality. He can force all living creatures to perfectly recall and remember every terrifying nightmare they had, and make illusions real. He’s able to absorb the life-force, pleasant dreams, courage, reproductive fluids, and internal organs of sentient beings. He can utilise omni-communication, dream and shadow teleportation, psychokinesis, and afterlife, spatial, subliminal, and temporal messaging. He’s also capable of telepathically communicating with sentient beings through their dreams and sleep paralysis episodes.

FAMILY:

Valczebjowius Ktumedjoszripa Ubajnozlekith Y’Ziphjaloktebus (parent)

Ymabjelphorvius Muleszorvintha Ebhiktosjuzar H’Ustewjoldzrian (brother)

Zluskemophixa Guwaszhoktedin Oylkebursziah W’Knadzrijophetus (sister)

Ynchaljezordius K’Golszenthurvija (half-brother)

Kaldjehwozrinus M’Zihtepolvudja (half-sister)

Numphoktezrija W’Vheplaktobrinus (half-nephew)

680 half-niblings (?)

926 half-grand-niblings (?)

Wenathropius Y’Kleghuboszria (half-brother)

Palemozinus Y’Blaphjektowinus (half-brother)

Ayselonuth Y’Worvajektzinus (half-sister)

Uylgabtoszerji Polchjaszretvi Virtjeskozumna F’Bhagezloktrindus (lover)

Jagenozlithus V’Zilsjabkowunther (daughter)

Burthaloszige X’Uljaszobektrind (child)

Braktunghel F’Glophrajzedinus (child)

Olemaphinus F’Vokhtajebzrindus (child)

Tarixokhumen Y’Wiscaplonzrute (child)

Skhuzeloma P’Ktedzubovhrija (child)

Mingefolszurcha P’Vtadzercholwinbus (son)

Kelubaprithon T’Virchabejzoldus (son)

Xushevoriand W’Tilvazhjobrumen (child)

Mekhzunogila K’Tuljazospherd (daughter)

Nehuscoma J’Placheboktringus (daughter)

Luskophenda X’Priktalojzendus (daughter)

Hipenostruma P’Gektazloschurvi (son)

Mornelukha K’Phtavrijozlendus (son)

Lemuszonda P’Vusglaktozerji (daughter)

Eysphuxonda B’Ysilazrothunde (child)

Buthelomiva X’Jelwazhosturvi (son)

Anerholux K’Trocazlephindus (daughter)

Phudebronta W’Zihtakorsplune (son)

Eynthamobius T’Vulkephjobrisza (daughter)

Rhanozemius W’Zeljaktobhrinus (child)

Pscetrahozux M’Wuktaphojzergin (son)

Uysceporaith Z’Mulpevosithraj (daughter)

Atumebhiko X’Wehtazoscubrim (child)

Kuladozen V’Goljaktedzirmus (child)

Izesoluhar W’Xolchaktezrinus (child)

Izranojeht Ayngulokiste-Brephoklatius D’Sulvherona (son)

Aprichotenus (daughter)

Korwudelaszith (daughter)

Musaphordzen (daughter)

1000+ daughters (?)

1000+ sons (?)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

God of Primordial Fear

Breathing Face-Taker

Shroud of Living Decay

Blind Dreamer of the Abyssal Idiocy

The Moon Presence

Sleeping King of the Black-Eyed Wind

Master With A Thousand Forms

Stalker Amongst The Masked Desert

He Who Has A Bloody Tongue of Discord

Crawler Amidst His Darkest Night

Heralding Soul of the Beatific Deities

Nerjzluh (by most people)

Vuktezo (by most people)

Utsakzoje (by most people)

J’Waschebo (by some people)

Yrcheboszluvi (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

His sexuality is fluid

His domain is a never-ending field of Strawberry Blonde and Earthwalker sunflowers, Datura, aspen trees, foxgloves, petunias, buttercups, cyclamens, aconites, butterfly weeds, water hemlocks, bentgrass, ryegrass, and common reeds. The sky is a foggy red with a solar eclipse and this domain occasionally experiences acidic or sooty rainfall. There is a cryptocrystalline temple in the architectural styles of the Etruscans and Anglo-Saxons that he calls home. It’s decorated with animalistic, geometric, floral, and astronomical carvings of white, black, grey, red and yellow ochre, vermillion, saffron, sage green, teal green, Maya blue, red-violet, and royal purple. His temple has a purple Baroque mirror that’s a bit taller than him and it’s standing before an altar covered in yellow rose petals, pomegranates, animal and human bones, rotten flesh, organs, and blood. It also has a curule seat made from carved, gilded wood and a shimmering jade-coloured cushion, and the skin of a hybrid beast with a flaxen horse tail, clouded leopard body, male mandrill head, and eight pizzly bear legs as a carpet.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Nerjzluhtopiad means “phantasmagoria of a lost whirlwind or inquisitor's gleaming feast”, Vuktezosphrija means “opalescent roar and persistent unreality or decrepit solitude who cries”, Utsakzojebhrin means “jester who dances like his emerald avarice, rustling sorcerer amongst the dumb hellfire or mollusk’s blasphemer”, and J’Waschebokzurvi means “infidel beneath the womb of his abstract proboscis, feast of maggot smoke and luminescent tyranny, monomaniac of disfigured stagnation or burrowing cackler”.

His sacred animals are the nightingale, centipede, alligator, rattlesnake, piranha, cougar, and common wasp.

His sacred plants are the sunflower, Datura, aspen, foxglove, petunia, buttercup, cyclamen, and butterfly weed.

His sacred stones are ametrine, lepidolite, sodalite, bronzite, unakite jasper, blue tiger’s eye, and grey Botswana agate.

Zluskemophixa Guwaszhoktedin Oylkebursziah W’Knadzrijophetus is a soul and fate goddess with a strong sense of social responsibility, putting diligent care into her godly duties. She focuses on getting her chores done without worrying about personal development and satisfaction. She can be quite inquisitive and curious, trying her absolute hardest to clearly understand every aspect of reality and human nature. She often spends time alone with her thoughts, and she’s predominantly innovative in both problem-solving and the craft of sowing, quilting, and weaving. As an investigative entity, Zluskemophixa carefully examines important facts and information in order to solve an issue or find an answer. She’s not easily influenced and controlled by others in regards to differing opinions, conduct, etc., being able to think and act freely for herself. She’s very reserved in speech, making her come across as aloof and unsympathetic. As a result of her stunning emotional intelligence, she’s fairly self-aware, empathetic, and perceptive. She frankly doesn’t care about life and how her plans on destiny affect them, and she’s confrontational and furious towards trespassers and nuisances.

She possesses a triangular mesomorphic body type with sloping shoulders, prominent thighs, six breasts, and twelve arms. She has a height of 47’ 3” (1440.18 cm), glistening stiletto red skin, silver claws and talons, and copper freckles on her face, neck, shoulders, and belly. Zluskemophixa possesses curved horns that form a crescent shape and straight, messy hair of shining black that reaches her mid-back. Her eyes are a fruit salad with hippie blue pupils, wattle yellow dots in the middle, and tea green sclera. There is a large spoon-shaped opening surrounding the base of her neck to above her belly. Her neck is made up of her cervical spine and the large opening reveals a crowd of Japanese camellias and emaciated heads with stitched eyes and mouths. She occasionally wears a mask that’s akin to a skeletal pterodactyl head with a unicorn horn and it appears to be weeping silvery tears. She has a necklace of golden bells and Siberian tiger canines, and bronze anklets with hessonite and green ametrine. Zluskemophixa also has a fountain blue cloth with royal heath lustre she uses as a draped wrap-around skirt. She often carries ten items: in the first pair of arms, silver scissors in her right and a spindle in her left; in the second pair, a blank scroll in her right and a wax tablet in her left; in the third pair, a sundial in her right and a horoscopic globe in her left; in the fourth pair, an antique mirror of bronze in her right and a weeping maple branch in her left; in the fifth pair, a chalice full of acidic blood in her right and a ceremonial dagger with a black feathery hilt in her left.

She can manipulate emotion, time, events, destiny, obstacles, prophecies, and purpose, and she possesses absolute and infinite knowledge on the future. As a result of her pathifery, she can manipulate reality through pure feelings and overwhelming emotional power alone. She’s able to gain flawless visual information about anything through non-physical means and perfectly understand it all intuitively. Zluskemophixa is fully immune to alterations in the time stream and all reality-bending abilities. She can detect any changes in reality and cause other individuals to clearly perceive reality. She can perceive and affect fate through weaving threads of blood and gold. She’s able to induce a myriad of actions, create inevitable events, be omnipresent, and change her intelligence at will. She often possesses an aura of emotional energy that strengthens her physically and mentally, and induces whatever emotion she’s experiencing on beings who get close to her. Zluskemophixa has indomitable and absolute emotions that have no clear boundaries to how far they can escalate. She can use tears in reality and create red, yellow, and blue doors to travel freely across the multiverse if needed. She has full dominion over the creation, obliteration, and fate of souls, and she possesses absolute strength, agility, dexterity, flexibility, recovery, senses, efficiency, wisdom, and charisma.

FAMILY:

Valczebjowius Ktumedjoszripa Ubajnozlekith Y’Ziphjaloktebus (parent)

Ymabjelphorvius Muleszorvintha Ebhiktosjuzar H’Ustewjoldzrian (brother)

Nerjzluhtopiad Vuktezosphrija Utsakzojebhrin J’Waschebokzurvi (brother)

Jagenozlithus V’Zilsjabkowunther (niece)

Burthaloszige X’Uljaszobektrind (nibling)

Braktunghel F’Glophrajzedinus (nibling)

Olemaphinus F’Vokhtajebzrindus (nibling)

Tarixokhumen Y’Wiscaplonzrute (nibling)

Skhuzeloma P’Ktedzubovhrija (nibling)

Mingefolszurcha P’Vtadzercholwinbus (nephew)

Kelubaprithon T’Virchabejzoldus (nephew)

Xushevoriand W’Tilvazhjobrumen (nibling)

Mekhzunogila K’Tuljazospherd (niece)

Nehuscoma J’Placheboktringus (niece)

Luskophenda X’Priktalojzendus (niece)

Hipenostruma P’Gektazloschurvi (nephew)

Mornelukha K’Phtavrijozlendus (nephew)

Lemuszonda P’Vusglaktozerji (niece)

Eysphuxonda B’Ysilazrothunde (nibling)

Buthelomiva X’Jelwazhosturvi (nephew)

Anerholux K’Trocazlephindus (niece)

Phudebronta W’Zihtakorsplune (nephew)

Eynthamobius T’Vulkephjobrisza (niece)

Rhanozemius W’Zeljaktobhrinus (nibling)

Pscetrahozux M’Wuktaphojzergin (nephew)

Uysceporaith Z’Mulpevosithraj (niece)

Atumebhiko X’Wehtazoscubrim (nibling)

Kuladozen V’Goljaktedzirmus (nibling)

Izesoluhar W’Xolchaktezrinus (nibling)

Izranojeht Ayngulokiste-Brephoklatius D’Sulvherona (nephew)

Aprichotenus (niece)

Korwudelaszith (niece)

Musaphordzen (niece)

1000+ nieces (?)

1000+ nephews (?)

Ynchaljezordius K’Golszenthurvija (half-brother)

Kaldjehwozrinus M’Zihtepolvudja (half-sister)

Numphoktezrija W’Vheplaktobrinus (half-nephew)

680 half-niblings (?)

926 half-grand-niblings (?)

Wenathropius Y’Kleghuboszria (half-brother)

Palemozinus Y’Blaphjektowinus (half-brother)

Ayselonuth Y’Worvajektzinus (half-sister)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Goddess of the Psyche and Destiny

Inescapable Radiance

Unbending Spinner

Lady Ouroboros

Ox-Lipped Singer

Apportioner of Destructiveness

Dancer of Milky Corpses

Doll Who Perfects The Heavenly Body

Teeth-head (by Nerjzluhtopiad)

Floral plaything (by Nerjzluhtopiad)

Zluskemo (by most people)

Guwaszho (by most people)

Oylkebursza (by some people)

W’Knadzrijo (by a few people)

Zrajophetius (by a few people)

Oylkeguwaszi (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

She’s demisexual

She likes to meditate during her spare time

Her domain is an infinitely expanding labyrinthine cage made from unknown, rusty metal and it’s floating in a space of burgundy, red-violet, yellow-orange, teal, sky blue, and lavender. This space is adorned with twinkling beige stars and the centre of the cage labyrinth is an endless amount of red and golden threads. The golden threads are hanging and tied to a weeping maple, while the red threads are connected to a bleeding oak. In between the two trees is a silvery turquoise royal throne with a wisteria cushion, a golden spider and horned serpent engraved to the splat, and decorative emeralds, hessonites, sapphires, and black onyx.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of her name have special meanings: Zluskemophixa means “disheartened tongue and wrathful bloodsucker or priestess of an exasperated pyre”, Guwaszhoktedin means “lamb that dimly unlocks sentience or abysmal morgue of conflagration”, Oylkebursziah means “mask that whispers of a fornicating disease, gargoyle of pentahedron cries or suckling phosphorescence”, and W’Knadzrijophetus means “aligned moistener underneath the brimstone of completeness, matriarch that radiates with a ferocious veil, horizon of flayed sapphire or glorified berserker”.

Her sacred animals are the spider, lynx, wolf, moose, alphoraz, falitusus, quail, mockingbird, and bone-headed watcher.

Her sacred plants are the Clematis, Japanese camellia, bleeding oak, weeping maple, and blue dragon’s-tooth rose.

Her sacred stones are emerald, hessonite, feldspar, bloodstone, clear quartz, black onyx, green ametrine, and rainbow moonstone.

The spindle, thread, and scissors are her sacred symbols.

Ynchaljezordius K’Golszenthurvija is a destruction god who possesses a mind of deep contemplation and curiosity, and a palpable death drive. He’s a confident individualist who usually prefers to be alone and he has a penchant for introspection, strengthening his self-awareness. He shows no prevalent fear in the face of danger or difficulty, having unflinching mental strength to overcome challenges. He possesses low self-regard and a sense of humble unworthiness, and he can be quite belligerent when it comes to his godly task. He lacks remorse and pity when causing immense harm as it’s his duty to partake in maintaining natural equilibrium and the cycle of life and death. Despite Ynchaljezordius’ destructive nature, he’s capable of showing great warmth and an intensity of spirit. He can be fairly calm and sensible in all situations, using his personal experiences and knowledge to make good judgements. He often communicates with other individuals in a direct and honest manner, but he does occasionally lie in order to prevent potential hysteria and discord.

His body type is a trapezoidal mesomorph with broad shoulders, grotesquely muscular torso and limbs, and four arms. He’s approximately 126’ 3” ft (3848.1 cm), and he possesses glistening reddish-brown zircon skin, silvery black bat wings, and hyena ears. He has a near shoulder-length mop of thick, messy cornsilk hair and sunburst saffron-cardinal eyes. His seven-fingered hands and anisodactyl-like feet have razor-sharp claws and talons of copper. His lower half and arms are covered in shaggy ochre fur that shines brightly when the sun reflects it, and he has two long black mambas for a tail. Ynchaljezordius has the head of a snarling jackal on his right, while the left is occupied by a rhinoceros hornbill’s head. He has a few scars: an X-shaped scar on his occipitofrontalis; one from his left trapezius to his right abdominal external oblique; one from his right deltoid to rectus abdominis; one from his right sternocleidomastoid to his left pectoralis major; two from his left rhomboid to infraspinatus; and one on his right latissimus dorsi. He wears a necklace that’s a macabre display of hanging human bodies all bound by thick rope and an eye-covering cloth of skin in a slightly chipped bronze dye. He also dons a thick brass torque necklace with fiery patterns and simplistic barracuda heads lining the bottom, a floral Persian rug-like loincloth of gold, red, orange, blue, green, and black, and a shadowy halo.

Similar to his sister, he possesses absolute physical and mental condition, but he’s able to completely erase and destroy everything without limit. He’s able to gain further strength from animal and human sacrifices, natural and manmade disasters, and death. Whenever Ynchaljezordius inflicts harm, he can make it so that nobody can repair or heal from what he caused. He can manipulate destruction, explosions, destructive energy, nothingness, apocalyptic force, and meta disaster and power. He can create and induce implosions to any scale, causing an object to collapse into itself until it reaches critical mass and releases an explosion that destroys everything in the vicinity. He can generate enormous amounts of energy to crush, damage, make people sweat in fear and become paralysed, and cause psychopathic and self-destructive tendencies in sentient beings. He’s able to control and emit an all-encompassing aura that causes flora and living creatures to disintegrate. Ynchaljezordius is fully cognizant of goings on across the multiverse, and he has the ability to negate and nullify everything.

FAMILY:

Valczebjowius Ktumedjoszripa Ubajnozlekith Y’Ziphjaloktebus (parent)

Ymabjelphorvius Muleszorvintha Ebhiktosjuzar H’Ustewjoldzrian (half-brother)

Nerjzluhtopiad Vuktezosphrija Utsakzojebhrin J’Waschebokzurvi (half-brother)

Jagenozlithus V’Zilsjabkowunther (half-niece)

Burthaloszige X’Uljaszobektrind (half-nibling)

Braktunghel F’Glophrajzedinus (half-nibling)

Olemaphinus F’Vokhtajebzrindus (half-nibling)

Tarixokhumen Y’Wiscaplonzrute (half-nibling)

Skhuzeloma P’Ktedzubovhrija (half-nibling)

Mingefolszurcha P’Vtadzercholwinbus (half-nephew)

Kelubaprithon T’Virchabejzoldus (half-nephew)

Xushevoriand W’Tilvazhjobrumen (half-nibling)

Mekhzunogila K’Tuljazospherd (half-niece)

Nehuscoma J’Placheboktringus (half-niece)

Luskophenda X’Priktalojzendus (half-niece)

Hipenostruma P’Gektazloschurvi (half-nephew)

Mornelukha K’Phtavrijozlendus (nephew)

Lemuszonda P’Vusglaktozerji (half-niece)

Eysphuxonda B’Ysilazrothunde (half-nibling)

Buthelomiva X’Jelwazhosturvi (half-nephew)

Anerholux K’Trocazlephindus (half-niece)

Phudebronta W’Zihtakorsplune (half-nephew)

Eynthamobius T’Vulkephjobrisza (half-niece)

Rhanozemius W’Zeljaktobhrinus (half-nibling)

Pscetrahozux M’Wuktaphojzergin (half-nephew)

Uysceporaith Z’Mulpevosithraj (half-niece)

Atumebhiko X’Wehtazoscubrim (half-nibling)

Kuladozen V’Goljaktedzirmus (half-nibling)

Izesoluhar W’Xolchaktezrinus (half-nibling)

Izranojeht Ayngulokiste-Brephoklatius D’Sulvherona (half-nephew)

Aprichotenus (half-niece)

Korwudelaszith (half-niece)

Musaphordzen (half-niece)

1000+ half-nieces (?)

1000+ half-nephews (?)

Zluskemophixa Guwaszhoktedin Oylkebursziah W’Knadzrijophetus (half-sister)

Unnamed mother

Wenathropius Y’Kleghuboszria (half-brother)

Palemozinus Y’Blaphjektowinus (half-brother)

Ayselonuth Y’Worvajektzinus (half-sister)

Kaldjehwozrinus M’Zihtepolvudja (twin sister)

Numphoktezrija W’Vheplaktobrinus (nephew)

680 niblings (?)

926 grand-niblings (?)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

God of the Anarchist’s Natural Destruction

Master Before The Putrid Schism and Decaying Whisper

Sovereign of the Crepuscule Pyrope

Blade of Falling Stars

His Mound of Rotting Flesh

He Who Desires Spilt Gore

Ynchalje (by most people)

K’Golszenth (by some people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s aromantic

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of their name have special meanings: Ynchaljezordius means “pernicious liege who scratches our mad throat, conceptual void made from wrath or atrocious flame-climber” and K’Golszenthurvija means “belligerent leprosy that reproduces starlight, penultimate hearth and twilight separator, clawing hellfire of emerald or visceral maelstrom”.

His sacred animals are the rhinoceros hornbill, sun bear, red cardinal, black mamba, scorpion, hyena, jackal, barracuda, and wolverine.

His sacred plants are the monkshood, hemlock, parsley, sweet briar, deadly nightshade, stinging nettle, white oleander, and lily of the valley.

His sacred stones are chalcopyrite, almandine, pyromorphite, obsidian, carnelian, pink opal, tiger’s eye, and black diamond.

Kaldjehwozrinus M’Zihtepolvudja is a love, lust, and fertility goddess who possesses extreme faithful and merciful affection towards creation and those she truly cares about. She’s often very loving, gentle, and passionate, but this can occasionally feed into her overprotective and obstinate nature. She’s able to accept the flaws of others, while inspiring their trust and providing them undivided attention. She has exceptional emotional stability, and she’s highly conscientious and empathetic in her decision-making and social interactions. She has a tendency to easily forgive people and a good, yet strange sense of humour that often provokes laughter and/or amusement. There are instances where Kaldjehwozrinus uses her feminine wiles to achieve her selfish desires, seeing it as lackadaisical and frivolous, yet charming fun. Despite her usual extroverted temperament, she’s fully capable of supporting herself without the help of others. She possesses a strong and nearly uncontrollable sexual desire, sometimes engaging in perverse behaviours as a result.

Her body type is a spoon-shaped mesomorph with a defined waist, slightly broad shoulders, and four arms that carry some of her weight. She’s near the height of 118’ 4” (3606.8 cm), and she possesses partially drooping elvish ears and claws that are often painted gold. Her skin is a glossy jade and her eyes are a pure white with a smoky black outline, giving them a sunken look. Kaldjehwozrinus possesses 20 full breasts that encircle her upper torso as well as greying long and wavy golden brown hair. She has 40 greater blue-ringed octopus tentacles protruding below her waist and massive bronze red avian wings from her mid-back. She’s located in the middle of her beastly lower half that has a slimy camelot tail, trendy pink-to-tawny port fur, tiger stripes, seven scarlet heads, and ten crystalline bovine horns of yellow-orange tint. It has leopard slug genitalia, a garden slender salamander tail, a sturdy and agile jaguar body, muscular honey badger legs, and female human heads with ruby zoisite eyes. She wears a one-shouldered mantle of turquoise and rose pink, and a bridal bib necklace with pieces of rhodochrosite and amethyst, emeralds, blue sapphires, diamonds, and gold. She also has a bronze snake bite piercing, four orange pearl bracelets, and lavender tassel earrings with rose quartz.

Despite her blatant femininity, she basically transcends existing genders and surpasses normal comprehension. She can easily manipulate femininity, masculinity, gender, resurrection, growth, vegetation, crops, abundance, fertility, hormones, pheromones, virility, reproductive systems, procreation, pregnancy, childbirth, bloodline force, and animal, environmental, and sexual health. She knows everything about humanity, culture and tradition, society, ecosystems, nature, the environment, love, lust, relationships, and sexuality, and she can take on sexually appealing humanoid and animalistic forms of any gender. Kaldjehwozrinus has absolute physical and mental condition, and she’s fully capable of siring, conceiving, and producing healthy offspring at an unnaturally high rate. She possesses undisputed dominion and total control over the land, and she can heal herself and others by using plants, organic substances, bodily fluids, and sweet nothings. She’s a master of inducing sexual gratification, satisfaction, arousal, bliss, pleasure, and orgasm, chastity, and lust. She has a supernatural kiss that can cause sexual empowerment, diseases, golden luck, and life-force and anxiety absorption.

FAMILY:

Valczebjowius Ktumedjoszripa Ubajnozlekith Y’Ziphjaloktebus (parent)

Ymabjelphorvius Muleszorvintha Ebhiktosjuzar H’Ustewjoldzrian (half-brother)

Nerjzluhtopiad Vuktezosphrija Utsakzojebhrin J’Waschebokzurvi (half-brother)

Jagenozlithus V’Zilsjabkowunther (half-niece)

Burthaloszige X’Uljaszobektrind (half-nibling)

Braktunghel F’Glophrajzedinus (half-nibling)

Olemaphinus F’Vokhtajebzrindus (half-nibling)

Tarixokhumen Y’Wiscaplonzrute (half-nibling)

Skhuzeloma P’Ktedzubovhrija (half-nibling)

Mingefolszurcha P’Vtadzercholwinbus (half-nephew)

Kelubaprithon T’Virchabejzoldus (half-nephew)

Xushevoriand W’Tilvazhjobrumen (half-nibling)

Mekhzunogila K’Tuljazospherd (half-niece)

Nehuscoma J’Placheboktringus (half-niece)

Luskophenda X’Priktalojzendus (half-niece)

Hipenostruma P’Gektazloschurvi (half-nephew)

Mornelukha K’Phtavrijozlendus (nephew)

Lemuszonda P’Vusglaktozerji (half-niece)

Eysphuxonda B’Ysilazrothunde (half-nibling)

Buthelomiva X’Jelwazhosturvi (half-nephew)

Anerholux K’Trocazlephindus (half-niece)

Phudebronta W’Zihtakorsplune (half-nephew)

Eynthamobius T’Vulkephjobrisza (half-niece)

Rhanozemius W’Zeljaktobhrinus (half-nibling)

Pscetrahozux M’Wuktaphojzergin (half-nephew)

Uysceporaith Z’Mulpevosithraj (half-niece)

Atumebhiko X’Wehtazoscubrim (half-nibling)

Kuladozen V’Goljaktedzirmus (half-nibling)

Izesoluhar W’Xolchaktezrinus (half-nibling)

Izranojeht Ayngulokiste-Brephoklatius D’Sulvherona (half-nephew)

Aprichotenus (half-niece)

Korwudelaszith (half-niece)

Musaphordzen (half-niece)

1000+ half-nieces (?)

1000+ half-nephews (?)

Zluskemophixa Guwaszhoktedin Oylkebursziah W’Knadzrijophetus (half-sister)

Unnamed mother

Ynchaljezordius K’Golszenthurvija (twin brother)

Wenathropius Y’Kleghuboszria (half-brother)

Palemozinus Y’Blaphjektowinus (half-brother)

Ayselonuth Y’Worvajektzinus (half-sister)

J’Tervazoschin Iazophetus (lover)

Numphoktezrija W’Vheplaktobrinus (son)

147 male, female, androgynous, and sexless lovers (?)

680 children (?)

926 grandchildren (?)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Goddess of Carnal Pleasure, Romantic Multitude, and Fertile Love

Golden Raindrops of a Shimmering Peacock

Tears Billowing From A Sunset’s Radiance

She Who Desires A Holy Bond

Womb of Floral Beauty

Her Quivering Loneliness

Kaldjehwozi (by most people)

M’Zihtepo (by most people)

Polvudreszija (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

She's pansexual

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of her name have special meanings: Kaldjehwozrinus means “sculptor that famously needs a midwinter womb, harlot of the amber labyrinth or behemoth’s quivering heart” and M’Zihtepolvudja means “flayed orifice beneath the groaning mist, rustling angel of the moonlit spasm, pit of silent radiance or visceral fornicator”.

Her sacred animals are the woodlark, penguin, robin, ladybug, gibbon, hare, frog, horseshoe crab, African tigerfish, and mute swan.

Her sacred plants are the orchid, tulip, anthurium, basil, hollyhock, hibiscus, toad lily, and bleeding heart.

Her sacred stones are rhodonite, malachite, smoky quartz, leopardskin jasper, ruby zoisite, and flower agate.

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Green locks; vibrant verdant; splayed underneath his head like a holy crown; light skin coloured in vibrant shades of violets and reds; hips decorated with similar bruises from sharp claws that had dug into his supple flesh. Bare of all clothing; his flesh was all presented for the spirit to see and to use.

Ezreal’s voice echoes from every thrust that is slammed into him. He can feel those claws now dig into the supple flesh of his legs as their pushed back for the spirit to his deeper within him; Ezreal’s hands bound above his head by chains; cold against his warm skin and tight enough to keep him from wriggling free. There were several attempts to speak; always seemingly cut off when Thresh managed to hit such a sensitive little spot and cause all critical thinking to leave Ezreal’s mind if only for a moment.

“F—fuck—“ it’s difficult for him to get his words out; skin flushed crimson and heart pounding so hard in his chest that he could feel it wanting to leave it’s confinements. His teeth grit down; he’d let the spirit consume him ( metaphorically—or perhaps it was literal now? He didn’t know. ), but that didn’t mean Thresh was immune to Ezreal’s behaviour.

“I s—said—“ the youth sputters out his words as his body trembles from movement, gritting his teeth down to suppress a whine that managed to escape anyway as his body writhed and arched underneath Thresh’s own, citrine gaze half lidded as he stared up at him; exhaling shakily through his nostrils.

“T—this is nothing—“ Bratty behaviour was not uncommon, even when his body had already submitted to the Spirit; evident by the way Ezreal’s inner sanctum squeezed tightly onto Thresh’s cock; or the way that Ezreal’s face was contorted in pleasure—they both knew he now belonged to Thresh—but Ezreal was still willing to try and keep up with his little game, regardless of how close he was to his second orgasm or however many more were to come. Moans cut through the silence between any words that the smaller tried to sputter out; knowing his resolve was breaking.

“Y…y’can do…haaaah—way better then this, Thresh—“ he taunts him; half lidded gaze glossed over. “S’nothing…I could…fall asleep—nnngh—right h-here—“

#spiritlantern #𝐏𝐎𝐏⭑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! — | in character. #nsfw. #nsft. #hahahhahaHAHAHA #anyway— #I need a tag for them

[hiswordsarekisses]

His Seal - an unbreakable bond – a covenant. A love that is not easily shaken, and so safe and deep that it becomes an inseparable part of the human being, like a wedding band that has been permanently engraved into us.

God’s love is as strong as death and filled with the unquenchable fire of jealousy. His Love for His Bride is as powerful and definitive as the grave - stronger than the baptism with water for repentance ~ this seal is a baptism by the Holy Spirit with fire.

“His winnowing fork is in His hand, and he will clear his threshing floor and gather his wheat into the barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” (Matt3‬:‭12‬)

The fire of this Seal causes us to see the world around us differently. It leaves our heart always craving more of Him - to always be close to Him. We are being transformed from what we were to something completely different.

Worldly things lose their meaning - spiritual things start to make perfect sense.

Its as though something that is not human has been etched into our being, protecting, satisfying, renewing - yet at times so necessarily painful as the flesh is stripped away and we long more and more to be clothed in the fullness of His Presence and His Heart.

We are, more and more, no longer normal in the eyes of the world - we are set apart - peculiar and strange.

It’s almost as if the world can see the the invisible wedding band carved into us - as if, more and more, His seal is becoming visible on our foreheads - and it becomes more and more obvious that we are not of this world.

To some this is as repelling as the smell of death - but to those whom God is drawing to Himself, it is something they are pulled toward like a magnet.

“And it is God who establishes us with you in Christ, and has anointed us, and who has also put his seal on us and given us his Spirit in our hearts as a guarantee.” 2Corinthians‬ ‭1‬:‭21‬-‭22‬

“But God’s firm foundation stands, bearing this seal: “The Lord knows those who are his,” and, “Let everyone who names the name of the Lord depart from iniquity.” 2Timothy‬ ‭2‬:‭19‬

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Faith's Checkbook

by Charles Spurgeon

The Magnitude of Grace

"Following the angel, Peter left the prison. However, he didn’t realize the angel had actually done all this. He thought he was seeing a vision." – 2 Corinthians 12:9

Our weakness should be prized as making room for divine strength. We might never have known the power of grace if we had not felt the weakness of nature. Blessed be the LORD for the thorn in the flesh, and the messenger of Satan, when they drive us to the strength of God.

This is a precious word from our LORD’s own lip. It has made the writer laugh for joy. God’s grace enough for me! I should think it is. Is not the sky enough for the bird and the ocean enough for the fish? The All-Sufficient is sufficient for my largest want. He who is sufficient for earth and heaven is certainly able to meet the case of one poor worm like me.

Let us, then, fall back upon our God and His grace. If He does not remove our grief, He will enable us to bear it. His strength shall be poured into us till the worm shall thresh the mountains, and a nothing shall be victor over all the high and mighty ones. It is better for us to have God’s strength than our own; for if we were a thousand times as strong as we are, it would amount to nothing in the face of the enemy; and if we could be weaker than we are, which is scarcely possible, yet we could do all things through Christ.

[joanthatoad]

What of the many passing flowers?

Will they wilt with falling tears,

What of the many passing hours?

Time has got you in its snare.

Wrinkles ripple thyme and reason,

Steeples of wisdom made in flesh!

Broken and disgraced by a lesion,

Blood and bones begin to thresh!

Bones turn to dust taken as a sign.

You can't stop the passing of time

#poetry #original poem #original poetry #free verse

[bekkomi]

i cant believe you tagged human thresh as flesh thresh😂😂😂 its so cursed, i love it

I've been calling him that since spirit blossom and love how it rhymes lmao

#it's the only way to tag him now #bekkoanswers #anon

[delightfulagony]

Drabble - Just Another Victm

He had forgotten how fragile they were.

Finally being freed from those cursed Isles, he had roamed the world in search of.... nothing really. He wanted to inflict pain and there was no amount that would ever satisfy him enough to compensate for those years that he had been wasted away... back when he still went for another name. What is it even? He could barely remember. The centuries had washed away the details but the core feelings remained. Erlok Grael. He doubted that anyone alive still knew it and it would remain that way if it depended on him.

Now, the Chain Warden roamed these lively lands, stalking prey and just overal having fun with how easily it was to break them.

His current location was Noxus and in front of him there was a mortal that he come to know all too well. Ever since birth, he had seen her and made sure he took away those precious to her with each time the black mist advanced. She was now an older lady, around 50 years old, wasted by time and inconstant suffering. There were always the most delightful souls to aquire. Her beloved ones had had their life taken away, but not their souls. She would now be doomed to swim among the others in his lantern, just to find she would never be reuinited with those she had lost.

Blood splattered on his face as Thresh's hook descended, pinning both body and soul to the dirty gound. A spectral tongue came out, licking it as if the was the sweetest juice, a smirk growing on his fake lips. The fake skin he had been wearing started to dissolve, his true and more boney formbeing apparent in a grotesk way. To the woman, it seemed as if her attacker was being corroded by accid, what didn't make her situation any more enjoyable. 

Thresh grabbed her face, crackling a laugh. "Fret not, my dear, you shall be part of my colection soon enough but before.... let me enjoy this meeting a little bit.". A finger slowly traced her jaw, nail digging into the skin as the specter heard her gasp in pain. More. He needed more. Breaking minds took at least a few decades to be properly done, but to break a body he needed only a few hours.

His hand dug into the mortal's stomach, grabbing her liver and slowly pulling it out, delighing himself with the sound of his screams. On his way in, the Chain Warden made sure that his nails would scratch the edge of the stomach and rupture it. Just enough to allow gastric acid to drip ever so slowly into the other organs, to maxmize pain. He was careful not to target her lungs and heart just yet, wanting to keep those working for a lil longer. Now.... what else? Vocal chords need to remain as well, he wanted to hear the suffering the begging for her miserable life.

As he pondered, Thresh rested his foot on her leg, making preassure until he heard the bone break.

Sweet sweet music.

......

  Hours later, the Chain Warden walked out of the room, blood and pieces of flesh dripping and quickly fading from his spectral form as he glanced at the glowing green lantern he carried. There he could see his newly aquired soul twirling around, trying to find a way out and hitting the glass. Now the real fun would begin, as seeing one go mad was always the pinacle of his playtime.

Thresh found his way out, disappearing in the night as he entered a seemling abandoned carriage that simply took off. In the room, it was only found the remains of the woman, several broken bones, scratches, bites and organs ripped into the open for the flies to feast, the face forever twisted into pain and agony.

#tw: gore #tw: blood #tw: mature #tw: torture #:3 #drabble

[dark-strangers-art]

And still in my nostrils

The scent of her flesh,

And still my wet mouth

Sought her afresh;

And still one pulse

Through the world did thresh.

~Dh Lawrence

[spiritofwhitefire]

I am half sick of heartbreak

And hope without trust

I am half sick of beauty

And the provocation of lust

I am tired of fingers and unbroken skin

Make of my flesh a carving board

Make of my blood

Liquor for a hungry hoard

Grasp my hair, wrap it tight

Bind my wrists and blind me to light

I am half sick of love and gluttony that grows

I am staring at a layer of fat

Beneath my flesh

A place where blood flows

I have begun to feel the lack

As I approach the thresh

For what can be borne alone

By prose

#writeblr #writing #my writing #poetry

[skxrbrand]

Forever unable to accept a humiliating defeat it suffered centuries ago, a Bloodthirster succumbs to its own overwhelming rage and spontaneously combusts in a shower of blazing gore. The Murder God will reward this unintended tribute. -- Absolution (Warhammer III)

Fulmination is a looming specter that haunts the existence of most Bloodthirsters. It is unclear why this phenomenon occurs within their ranks-- Bloodletters are not known to spontaneously combust and overall do not burn as hotly as their larger siblings. Fulmination is thought to be a Bloodthirster-unique form of banishing, only it is self-inflicted and unintentional. The Fulmination thresh-hold for Bloodthirsters varies; The Exile of Khorne, Skarbrand, has the purest and most potent rage during his rage curse, but it is underscored by deep sorrow, regret, and guilt for his actions, yet it does not cause fulmination.

While rage is the overt feeling being expressed, the underlying issue is emotional distress. One could even view it as the Bloodthirster Version of a panic attack, anxiety episode, or mental breakdown, but with far more lethal results for the daemon and even any bystanders in range of the shrapnel of bone, boiling blood, and metal-flesh.

Others daemons in similar bouts of emotional distress do not self-destruct in a similar fashion. Their "breakdowns" while often characterized by rage, as closer to a mortals in it's expression. The self-concept plays a role here; individuals with more complex, multi-faced senses of self tend to be more emotionally resilient than those with simpler self concepts and Bloodthirsters are about as simple as it gets as fast as Greater Daemons go.

Fulmination is not readily discussed within Khornate ranks and is considered weak, cowardly, and deeply dishonorable by Bloodthirsters. The resulting gore will be considered a benediction by Khorne, but any positives associated with it stop there. Deathbringers use several methods in order to avoid a Fulmination event, which revolve around managing a distressingly high temperature.

Blood Perspiration - Most Khornate daemons maintain a "base temperature" by using a blood substance that coats the skin. This the daemon's own blood and can be considered the "old oil" to the "new oil" within the veins. It is darker and not as hot as the internal blood and the texture is more similar to mucous. During times of high stress, the production of this blood-slick will be more copious as sweat might be on a human exerting themselves.

Panting - Bloodthirsters pant, another point towards their comparison to dogs. Smoke may issues from the mouth, giving the appearance of the Daemon literally blowing off steam. Since panting is an obvious sign of destress/exertions, it is not the go-to for Bloodthirsters and usually only used in tandem with others methods when those alone are not working.

Thermal Dispersion: Horns And Wings - By far the most common and popular method of getting rid of the excess heat caused by emotional distress. The daemons can expand or restrict blood vessels in it's body, using horns and the leather of the wings to remove unwanted heat. This is something Toucans and many Arctic Marine Animals such as seals and whales, can also do. Horns are sturdy, but this is a potential risk for Wing Daemon using this method as the sinew is literally burned away.

External Sources - If all else fails, a large pool of water or cold enough climate may suffice as a coolant for a Bloodthirster (though naturally they prefer blood). Sources are not necessarily physical; a Bloodthirster can be sedated or otherwise rendered unconscious, and therefore unfeeling, which will stop the eruption.

#THE HIGH HANDED SLAYERS (BLOODTHIRSTER ANATOMY); #warhammer fantasy #khorne #headcanon #fellas do you ever get so mad you literally die #q #bloodthirster

[jaina-chaosweaver-of-fate]

Like snakes around me they constrict, Hooked chains that catch on flesh, Bind me to this bed on which I lay, And won’t let me go no matter how much I thresh.

#daily poetry challenge #day 629 #On yesterday and me not being able to get out of bed.

[piltover-sharpshooter]

Small review for Ruined king

//Finally 100% Ruined King, in preparation for Mageseeker. I played through it once when it came out, and played it now after a year and a half so I decided to review it.

TL,DR: 7 /10 game, Good stuff dragged down by nonsense.

The Good:

To start positive, the lore and character interaction in the game is excelent. Just seeing all these different champions interact and discovering the world of Runeterra is something I am so thankful for. The artstyle of the game is gorgeus, the soundtrack is immaculate and the combat (while not perfect) is incredibly fun.

When this game works, it REALLY works, everything syncs up perfectly. You read of Ledros, the lover of Kalista, then find a bounty for him, then you fight him in a badass bossfight and UGH...if the game was this consistent it would be a 9/10 game.

The Bad:

Party management is a nightmare. You may only change party at rest stops, which is bad enough when you need them for a specific enemy, not to mention for an interactive part of the overworld, and you need to backtrack ALL the way to the rest stop to get said party member. Having either and option to change party members on the start menu and/or letting you change it during battles would take a lot of uneeded padding on the game. Speaking of...

The backtracking in this game is excessive to the point of annoyance. There is no true fast travel, some areas have a specific part where they let you fast travel, but only to other parts. So say, if you are in the middle of the Academy in Shadow Isles and you need to go to Thresh's Vault, you need to walk ALL the way through it and to another area entire to arrive to a specific teleporter. I understand if they didn't want you to teleport early game, but getting that ability late game would have made it much less of a chore to slog through.

Those are the only two main issues with the game, however that might just taken a point off the game, from a 9 to an 8. But what drugs the game further is

The Ugly:

This game is AGRESSIVELY buggy.

The only good thing is that nothing I experienced was gamebreaking but there are so many small bugs that they pile on in a giant mountain of annoyance. As an example of some of the things that happened:

An item dropped by an enemy didn't drop, locking me out of the two best enchantments in the game.

Illaoi constantly spawned with 0 tentacles in late game, despite the fact that I had multiple items and abilities that made it so she spawned them every battle.

Chests that you opened and lore/enchantments you found already, will appear in the map as not found, causing confusion when you want to make sure each section is completed.

Important story items can be bought more than once from the markets, making it both a waste of your hard earned cash and in some occasions, make the game easy to cheese.

Enemies will randomly phase through walls to get to you (not the spirit ones, the flesh and blood ones) making the moments where you don't want to fight annoying to escape.

An enchantment will say that it has 100% chance of success...only to fail.

All this and more, while small in a vacuum easily ignored, together becomes almost unbearable. And while I could excuse the game when it first came out for these bugs, as it was just releasing during the tail end of Covid, now after almost two years, it is inexcusable.

Conclusion.

All in all, the game is a fantastic piece for lore fans and those who care for such things, it has a great story with good gameplay. But the weird decisions to pad the game's lenght when it wasn't needed, and the bugs that weren't fixed after so much time makes this game a 7 out of 10.

I remember the excitement when I first played it, how much I loved it, and how hyped I was at the idea that the game would be polished further in the coming months and maybe even a small dlc or updates with fast travel/new game plus/ or more.

But now, playing it after so long, and knowing that Airship Syndicate moved on to a new project means that Ruined King is left as is, I can't help but feel...dissapointed.

#occ #long post #ruined king #review #league of legends #Viego