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i've listened to igor by tyler, the creator ten times over this past weekend. nothing else. just igor. i feel like that's doing something for me
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lovesickeros · 2 months
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☆ love; heretical and divine
{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood {☆} word count 0.8k
To love a God is heretical. It is an act of blasphemy– it is to drag them down from their throne of hollow gold, to topple the pedestal the worshipers uphold on their shoulders like lambs at the herders heel. It is the act of forcing them to their knees and ripping that beating heart of glorious gold and beautiful, cruel divinity from their chest, so pure it burns.
To love a God is to make them sin. To make them painfully, horribly human.
To love a God is to sin.
The love of a worshiper is no love at all, brilliant in its raw purity, untainted by sin. It is fear and obedience masked by adoration so overpowering it corrupts. It makes the lamb so unquestioning in it's faith it will never question the knife that cuts, the teeth that rip, the claws that tear. If the Creator deemed them unworthy of the very life crafted by their hands, then they must have committed a sin so grave there lay no salvation for their horrid soul.
But she is no worshiper– her lips speak of heresy as easily as she breathes, her words nothing but lies, cold and cruel like the ice that crawls along her skin like webs.
She loves a God like a lover should.
A damned sinner reaching longingly for the heavens.
She loves a God in the subtle brush of their lips, their muffled voices behind closed doors as they indulge in curiosity untamed. She is a sinner through and through, but she feels herself fall further with every brush of her hand across their cheeks, every touch she bestows upon them like a lover. She memorizes the imperfections of their body like memorizing a map– every scar, every mark, every line drawn on their body like a canvas, her touch the brush that stains the pristine white.
No devoted lamb shall ever see the painting they create in these stolen moments– it is for the eyes of a heretic so vile it makes them shudder, their body dirtied by the love of a woman so vile even their divinity is obscured by the ice.
The lambs may be satisfied with fleeting glimpses of gold and empty words from lips that guide them to the jaws of the wolves, but she is not. Her hands crave them like a starving hound, aching to touch that imperfect skin hidden by the veil of gold that obscures the painfully human body beneath. She longs to free them from the golden cage that binds them– to see their wings blot out the sky, their divinity tainted by sin and making them all the more beautiful for it.
It is a longing that leaves a festering wound that cannot heal, will not heal. Even if it could, she would not let it.
For as much as she tries, deny it as she may, she is no better then the blind lambs following the herder who holds a blade in their hand, glittering like gold in the sun, stained by dull red.
She is a fool, and what a fool they make of her with the touch of their hands against her skin– so cold it leaves frost on their fingertips. Yet they do not fear the cold, mapping out every inch of her imperfections, carved into her body by her own hands.
She has always been a heretic, cursing the divine until she could speak no more, but if divinity can be found in them – in this love that consumes, that burns her hands and her lips – then she is a Saint, praying at the altar until her throat bled.
But in the end, she has and will always be a cold woman with hands stained with blood. Until it is all she can taste, until it is all she can smell, until it is all she can feel. These hands of hers, heretical and divine, will bleed the God from their veins– she will become the wolf to their lamb until the rivers of Teyvat run gold with their ichor, until the gold bleeds into red, the taste of their divinity on her tongue.
Until she drags a God from their lofty throne and makes of them a monster.
There is no greater triumph to the heretic then to love a God into sin. To make a God sin to love.
To love is to be human, and they are no God.
Even if she must tear the gold from their very being until all that's left is something human. Even if Teyvat crumbles and decays, even if it begins over and over again..
She will do it again and again, until the gold can bleed no longer. Until her sins grow too great for Teyvat to contain.
To love a God is to devour, and be devoured. An endless cycle of sin that dulls the glow of gold into something new– something horrifying and divine, in it's own right. Something just as horrid as her, just as divinely corrupted by the sins she carries on her shoulders like a trophy, as gold as the sun and as cold as ice.
Divinity, carved into something human by love all consuming, until it all bleeds away and they begin their dance anew, for as many cycles as it takes.
An eternity, if she must, of dooming this world of theirs to fire and decay for a glimpse of the being snared by their golden shackles.
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#genshin cult au#genshin impact cult au#fic tag#tsaritsa#tsaritsa x reader#rip 2 anyone who expected like. a normal fic lol. lmao.#im very normal abt the tsaritsa and love its so tasty#i left it very up to interpretation what like. actually happens but. yknow.#i just think tsaritsa being the god of love and not knowing how 2 love without being weird abt it is fun#also wanted to dig into the concept of reader being fundamentally changed by being the creator besides gold blood yknow#but the tsaritsa Knows its changed you and she hates it. she hates it but how does one destroy what is divine?#how do you destroy the very thing that has created you in its hands so cruel and kind?#ive really gone off the deep end huh#this is a warning 2 the normal ppl u might as well leave now. lol#lowkey going for her actually straight up eating u but decided that was too weird for my first fic in a while. had 2 tone it down#i also wanted to add a bit of a concept of the constant resets teyvat goes through and how it plays into the themes#the tsaritsa constantly stuck in a cycle of getting rid of your divinity to be with you as you actually are but teyvat “dies” shortly after#bc obvs ur not the creator afterward so it just croaks and then it all resets again and again#but its the tsaritsa we r talking abt do u think that stops her. NO#obvs still up 2 interpretation go wild this was just what i intended#can u tell i have a lot of feelings abt tsaritsa and concepts of love from her pov. haha. I PROMISE IM NORMAL#i am mentally well why do u ask#what warnings do i add here. dont open this fic ive lost it maybe. yeah#covid rewiring my brain or smth idk man
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roselise · 28 days
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🤍⊹ * ·̩͙ 🎀
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Hello, sweet friends! ♡
Since everyone wanted to see my fairy dress I thought I would share c:
(I ask you please be kind though)
It is my fairy dress as it has lots of tulle, is very pretty, and makes me feel very happy to wear! ♡
What about all my friends?
Are you happy today, too? Or was it a nice day?? I hope so!
Everyone has been so nice and encouraging to me these past days ♡
Thank you most sincerely!
(It truly means a lot to me and has really brightened my days ♡)
I know there is much to get back to please forgive me ♡
I’m genuinely appreciative of all of it, and promise to reply when I can!
Sending love & many sweet hugs! Have a blessed day, and take care ~ ! XO
🎀 ⊹ . ˚ ♡ 🌷 ⊹
⊹ 🧸 ˚ . ♡ ⊹ ˚ 🎀
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thirstforhelmets · 1 year
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Cute Daughter -Ganon x F!Reader
Ganondorf: *Is sitting on the floor in your tiny room with daughter in his lap*
Ganondorf: *Idly letting toddler daughter play with his hands while he takes glancing peeks at you trying to ignore him by reading a book on your bed*
Ganondorf: *Smirks* Bold of you to ignore a potential threat, much less leave your child with them.
F!reader/Assassin/Duelist/Future-wife: Fuck off, Gaan. You would have taken her -years- ago if you were going to do so.
Duelist: Also, you’re in the lion’s den, Gerudo King! -MY- territory!
Ganondorf: *Smirk widens* And how oh-so tiny your den is, Duelist. I can lay down and fill nearly half of-
Duelist: *sits up and slams book down* GO HOME THEN!
Ganondorf: *shit eating grin* 
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rowanisawriter · 2 days
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hate myself because i should have loved midnight mass i love a pathetic priest i love religion twisted into horror i love a man of god on his knees praying but no one’s listening i love the corrupting power of religion but i just don’t like midnight mass 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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natokorode · 1 year
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running from the thought of your death (@slink-a-dink :])
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aahsoka · 1 year
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I do think the chef wanted Tyler there for his enjoyment of food. He was perhaps meant to be the one person who would genuinely enjoy the menu that night. One last satisfied customer (he ends up more truly finding that in Margot). I think the chef only embarrassed him the way he did for bringing Margot along despite knowing she would die. That meal was not a planned part of the menu. If Tyler had brought his original guest I think he would have died happily as a smore with everyone else.
His passion for cooking while not being able to cook is fine, artists need people to love the things they create. Chefs need people to eat their food. But he is passionate to a point of leaving behind any sense of ethics. He talks down to Margot because she doesn’t get it (instead of perhaps, explaining it to her or just accepting that she has a different opinion) He’s totally okay with murder/suicide (from the get go!) as part of the theater of it all. He brings Margot along with no thought for her life because they don’t seat people alone and its just TOO IMPORTANT and he can’t apparently, ask the chef he’s in contact with if he can come alone. He is fully willing to die to witness this culinary performance. His passion goes beyond reasonable, healthy boundaries.
It would also be grating as an auteur of your craft to have someone who has never put in the blood, sweat and tears into becoming skilled at it to act like he knows just as much or more than you. And the chef did bring an actor to die just because he was in a shitty movie (and seeing his own reflection as an artist who had lost his way). So idk he’s not picky. And Tyler is also still rich enough to afford a table, which is a big factor in who the chef wants dead is how wealthy they are.
Curious about what the fuck his ex did to get the chef to want her dead or if she would also be into death by culinary performance
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smalltimidbean · 2 months
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okay so...... would chickpea possibly let someone he likes/trusts lay on his belly and use him as a mattress?
(if yes then tell me how to gain his trust he'd be so nice to sleep on /hj)
In theory yes, but in practice, no
With the in-story reason, that he is kept in a secure room that only ~three people have access too, aside: Chickpea does not like his belly to be touched - most clones don't bc that's where all their vital organs are or if they have a pouch, that's where the babies are, so they try to protect it - and he is very sensitive there, so he'd probably get irritated/overstimulated after a while of someone laying there
You could lay on his back, hat or in his hand as an alternative, but you'd have to gain his trust first - And I'm not telling!!!
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esterigermaine · 5 months
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Headcanon:
So with Astarion living off of blood for a ridiculously long amount of time, I like to think he'd end up pretty sensitive to taste and/or texture if he ever ended up cured.
Maybe not permanently, but he'd probably have to work himself up to really strong/complicated flavors or end up needing to experiment with food a little. Start with small stuff like simple broths, a couple of lightly seasoned meats/breads/veggies/sweets on their own to get used to each thing's individual flavor before trying to combine foods/flavors into some overwhelming chaos of everything at once. I'm not sure how he would do around strong/smelly cheeses, but he'd probably be okay with them since vampire smelling didn't lead to suffering.
Granted, the opposite may also be true because taste and smell are closely linked and he could still smell. The main idea is that taste and smell also differ
#astarion#bg3#spoilers#headcanon#like imagine introducing someone who spent their entire lives eating only plain toast to other things#the richness and amount of flavor in somethings could definitely be a little too much for them to handle at times#like me and spices#i'm irish and the bland food stereotype is true#and I like the taste of jalapeños but I'm always stuck sitting there crying and chugging a drink but it is tasty#and what do you mean most of my friends can eat medium salsa no problem??????#point is yall are missing out on this idea#let him experiment a little#not trying to start fights#i just toss out ideas that come to me because others might like the same ideas#personally I think he'd particularly be interested in softer meats and the variety of drinks in the beginning#but may eventually come to accept things like raw carrots#because wtf kind of texture is that? wet and crunchy is such a weird texture and you cannot convince me otherwise#i wonder what sort of preferences he would have#like would he stick with things similar to what he is used to like only partially cooked meat#or would he end up preferring other things since he wasn't able to enjoy them for 200 years#just totally ignoring any sort of texture or flavor that reminds him of his time as a vampire#i mean we definitely know he will still have some expensive tastes but after what he has been hrough he'd probably be satisfied with whateve#as long as he wasn't starving#i mean he would probably have some overindulgence issues with everything vampirism deprived him of at first#he'd sunbathe nude for an entire day to maximize the amount of sun he could enjoy and then bitch about getting sunburned later#point is he may want to jump into things right away but sensory wise it would probably be an absolute nightmare for someone not used to#maybe he will want a bite of whatever any of his companions are eating#giving a new meaning to the existing idea that the party gives him snacks#since he isn't drinking from yall anymore#food
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theconstellarium · 6 months
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Today I have discovered that I love and hate bread cheese just as Gollum loves and hates the Ring
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meraus · 7 months
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Don’t believe the American lies. I just tried airheads and hersheys and they’re absolutely vile with the worst after taste. About to try poptarts next, pray for me 🙏
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beardedmrbean · 2 years
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kotaerukoto · 7 days
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More moments of Makoto weakness... Obviously he doesn't let himself go crazy, but the fact he even thinks this... He's not doing well at all. The reason why Makoto is strong is not because he's immune to feeling despair but because, at the end of the day, he's able to keep going and not give up anyway
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ereborne · 1 month
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Song of the Day: March 28
"Je Suis Malade" by Lara Fabian
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in other news I’ve been spending my commutes day dreaming up a fic where we just drop s3 Klaus in the middle of s1 and let him run riot please add your own suggestions to this scenario below <3
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tonariofjananda · 1 year
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Good night, sweet prince.
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Based off @alphaofdarkness ‘s Wing! AU
#Bonchien Nicoli La Tasty Peach Uralis#Bonchien#my art#To Your Eternity#Fumetsu No Anata E#To You The Immortal#AHHHHHH didn’t get a chance to cross post this cuz I was at a 3 hour movie lol waaaaaaah!!! I been thinking bout him all day!!!#actually it’s kind of fitting to post this rn it’s nightime where I’m at#anyway#I would have lined and/or colored this in (that was the plan actually) but I fell in love with how soft it was#like I was gonna draw him with his full armor too but I realized belatedly I didn’t want to figure out how that would work with his wings 😭#and so I left him shirtless and drew some closed eyes as placeholders and then on a whim I gave him a pillow#and it became this soft thing!!!! 😭❤️ like he got tuckered out halfway through taking off his armor and just conked out :’O#I’m just sooo quietly in love with this… it was gonna be a little more silly/‘sexy’ so idk how this even happened lol#ANYWAY. I’d talk more about this art#BUT THIS AU GRIPPED ME BY THE HAIR AND WOULD NOT LET GO it’s so fun and I’m just AHHHH#like March AND Eko’s Itty bitty baby wings ;0; and Messar having the most preened wings#Messar 100% has a full care routine in place for those wings and I KNOW he’ll never admit it#GUGU’S BEING FIREPROOOOOOFFFF which I feel also adds an extra layer to when he and Kai wrap their wings around the whole group#like!!!! they’re extra safe!!!!!!!!!!!#and Tonari’s POISON COAT GGRRRR IM GOING FERAL but also like I’m thinking of that one scene from the movie Holes#where the lady paints her nails with poison and I’m just imagining Tonari plucking one of her own wings to write with whenever she needs to#like it’s an inconspicuous weapon too like she’s writing and next second WHAM feather to the throat 😩❤️#HAIRO’S THO. THAT ONE WAS INSPIRED. It hurts my heart that he has a complicated relationship with his wings but it’s so beautiful like#he has a disability!!! he now works harder to use his wings than anyone else!!!!!#and it’s kinda nice in a way cuz I feel like this could be a way for him and Eko to bond#since they both have had trouble with flying and whatnot#given her having a few wings that are smaller than the other like I kinda like the idea of him taking out Eko and March to practice flying#… gosh Kai and Gugu wrapping their wings around anyone I didn’t mean to circle back to this#but wow this AU has my whole heart Alpha I love it!!!
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