He pulls Carrion's face up to meet his, breathing shallow and eye adoring. He presses his lips against Carrion's teeth and pushes his long tongue between them, the metal studs clinking against the worm's jaws. Two horrible creatures French kissing.
He laughs and pulls out a small book. A religious text made by followers of Carrion. "Maybe you should read up on what the other side has to say instead of putting blind faith in someone who murdered a family of gods for existing before her."
The inside of Carrion's mouth is not what is expected. Rows and rows and rows of humanoid teeth lined the way down his throat, five tounges like the proboscis of a blood-drinking fly. Carrion seems caught off for a moment, freezing up, before allowing Atticus to explore the disgusting cavern of his mouth.
Luciano takes it and stares at it hard, his silver eyes wavering for a moment.
Atticus coils his tongue around all of Carrion's, weaving it around them.
"Read." Atticus demands. Any playfulness or casual sadism is gone. He's being dead serious right now.
After a moment Carrion pulls away and heaves a deep breath in and out. "You taste like carrot cake." is all he mutters, his eyes darting around anxiously.
Luciano sits down at a pew, pulls out his spectacles, and begins to read. After a moment he closes it and bounces his leg "How can you be sure?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Because I wanted to ask: how many bags would you like them in? They're kind of tyrannical, and I'm going to kill them. They're your parents, so you should be given the choice. Oh, and do you want them wrapped in paper or plastic?"
He nods. "Y-yeah! Wow, I didn't know Rag had a nephew. What's your name? You hungry?" He holds out a frying pan with half-cooked eggs.
"You are going to kill them? I guess you be careful, they are dangerous if nothing else. Paper preferably, though I'd prefer you burn down the castle with them inside, spare my brother and sister though." He gets a pained look on his face, shivering with pain.
"I'm not his blood nephew, more he's my god uncle, I'm Thorfinn and I could eat, though you don't have to feed me any." He says with a smile.
"Fire is unnecessarily painful. Even animals deserve clean deaths. The rest of your family will be fine. I'll even spare the guards. Advisors will be taken on a case-by-case basis." He is completely casual about this.
"Awesome! What's your favorite food, Thorfinn?" He immediately starts rummaging through his cooler of monster parts.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Fire is unnecessarily painful. Even animals deserve clean deaths. The rest of your family will be fine. I'll even spare the guards. Advisors will be taken on a case-by-case basis." He is completely casual about this.
"Awesome! What's your favorite food, Thorfinn?" He immediately starts rummaging through his cooler of monster parts.
"I would prefer that you did none of this, but it's likely I couldn't stop you, no matter what I want. Oh and I do believe we won't be able to do a battle of the bands this weekend, I'm going to attempt to be a pacifist"
"Ratholos steak, but you don't need to make me anything Uncle. You're too kind." He looks over their shoulder to see the cooler.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Atticus coils his tongue around all of Carrion's, weaving it around them.
"Read." Atticus demands. Any playfulness or casual sadism is gone. He's being dead serious right now.
After a moment Carrion pulls away and heaves a deep breath in and out. "You taste like carrot cake." is all he mutters, his eyes darting around anxiously.
Luciano sits down at a pew, pulls out his spectacles, and begins to read. After a moment he closes it and bounces his leg "How can you be sure?"
"Thank you." He rubs his forehead against Carrion, exactly like a cat. "Is something wrong?"
He sighs. "Have you ever talked with the gods in person? Morgana, sure, but her husband? Carrion himself? I have. They're all disgusting. None of them worthy of their status. Carrion was broken by them when they killed his kids. His spouse. He never once tried to escape his daughter's corpse, so depressed was he. Repent, and maybe you'll at least die with a clear conscience."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I would prefer that you did none of this, but it's likely I couldn't stop you, no matter what I want. Oh and I do believe we won't be able to do a battle of the bands this weekend, I'm going to attempt to be a pacifist"
"Ratholos steak, but you don't need to make me anything Uncle. You're too kind." He looks over their shoulder to see the cooler.
"Understood. How have your siblings been?" He closes his eye and rests there.
"I love cooking, especially for friends!" The cooler is much larger on the inside. He pulls out a Rathalos steak. Or part of one, at least. Small enough to cook without special equipment.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Atticus coils his tongue around all of Carrion's, weaving it around them.
"Read." Atticus demands. Any playfulness or casual sadism is gone. He's being dead serious right now.
After a moment Carrion pulls away and heaves a deep breath in and out. "You taste like carrot cake." is all he mutters, his eyes darting around anxiously.
Luciano sits down at a pew, pulls out his spectacles, and begins to read. After a moment he closes it and bounces his leg "How can you be sure?"
"Thank you." He rubs his forehead against Carrion, exactly like a cat. "Is something wrong?"
He sighs. "Have you ever talked with the gods in person? Morgana, sure, but her husband? Carrion himself? I have. They're all disgusting. None of them worthy of their status. Carrion was broken by them when they killed his kids. His spouse. He never once tried to escape his daughter's corpse, so depressed was he. Repent, and maybe you'll at least die with a clear conscience."
"I suppose I feel guilty. I still mourn my partner to some degree and it feels like I am no better than a man cheating on his wife.." He explains "I am sorry.. My worrywart mind runs in circles.."
"I have spoken to Morgana.." He says, scratching his beard "Carrion.. isn't he the one who was seen as the infecting tumor of the god realms?" he asks.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I would prefer that you did none of this, but it's likely I couldn't stop you, no matter what I want. Oh and I do believe we won't be able to do a battle of the bands this weekend, I'm going to attempt to be a pacifist"
"Ratholos steak, but you don't need to make me anything Uncle. You're too kind." He looks over their shoulder to see the cooler.
"Understood. How have your siblings been?" He closes his eye and rests there.
"I love cooking, especially for friends!" The cooler is much larger on the inside. He pulls out a Rathalos steak. Or part of one, at least. Small enough to cook without special equipment.
"From the letters they have written, struggling, unfortunately. Mother and Father get less and less merciful by the day."
He looks at the Rathalos steak and smiles, sitting down, criss cross apple sauce, "Thank you uncle, you're just as nice as Rag said you were."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Thank you." He rubs his forehead against Carrion, exactly like a cat. "Is something wrong?"
He sighs. "Have you ever talked with the gods in person? Morgana, sure, but her husband? Carrion himself? I have. They're all disgusting. None of them worthy of their status. Carrion was broken by them when they killed his kids. His spouse. He never once tried to escape his daughter's corpse, so depressed was he. Repent, and maybe you'll at least die with a clear conscience."
"I suppose I feel guilty. I still mourn my partner to some degree and it feels like I am no better than a man cheating on his wife.." He explains "I am sorry.. My worrywart mind runs in circles.."
"I have spoken to Morgana.." He says, scratching his beard "Carrion.. isn't he the one who was seen as the infecting tumor of the god realms?" he asks.
He sighs. "I can't force you to love me. That's not how it works. But I can still love you, can't I?"
"A tumor indeed, and I will agree that he created quite the nasty infection. After all, is there a worse parasite than life?" He suddenly leers. "Morgana lied to you. To all of us. Carrion was the progenitor of life, and she abused him until he couldn't continue his role or care for his children."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you." He rubs his forehead against Carrion, exactly like a cat. "Is something wrong?"
He sighs. "Have you ever talked with the gods in person? Morgana, sure, but her husband? Carrion himself? I have. They're all disgusting. None of them worthy of their status. Carrion was broken by them when they killed his kids. His spouse. He never once tried to escape his daughter's corpse, so depressed was he. Repent, and maybe you'll at least die with a clear conscience."
"I suppose I feel guilty. I still mourn my partner to some degree and it feels like I am no better than a man cheating on his wife.." He explains "I am sorry.. My worrywart mind runs in circles.."
"I have spoken to Morgana.." He says, scratching his beard "Carrion.. isn't he the one who was seen as the infecting tumor of the god realms?" he asks.
He sighs. "I can't force you to love me. That's not how it works. But I can still love you, can't I?"
"A tumor indeed, and I will agree that he created quite the nasty infection. After all, is there a worse parasite than life?" He suddenly leers. "Morgana lied to you. To all of us. Carrion was the progenitor of life, and she abused him until he couldn't continue his role or care for his children."
He nods "Give me time, please? Time to mourn to the stardust and to the planets that made her up once. I need my heart to heal, to be completely there for you without my heart wandering off to sadder memories." he says.
He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose "If this is true then how come there is no other documents than this?"
"Understood. How have your siblings been?" He closes his eye and rests there.
"I love cooking, especially for friends!" The cooler is much larger on the inside. He pulls out a Rathalos steak. Or part of one, at least. Small enough to cook without special equipment.
"From the letters they have written, struggling, unfortunately. Mother and Father get less and less merciful by the day."
He looks at the Rathalos steak and smiles, sitting down, criss cross apple sauce, "Thank you uncle, you're just as nice as Rag said you were."
"Perhaps I could talk to them and leave them with a warning if that matters to you."
"Thank you! Did he tell you to call me uncle?" He looks through his utensils to find his biggest frying pan.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs. "I can't force you to love me. That's not how it works. But I can still love you, can't I?"
"A tumor indeed, and I will agree that he created quite the nasty infection. After all, is there a worse parasite than life?" He suddenly leers. "Morgana lied to you. To all of us. Carrion was the progenitor of life, and she abused him until he couldn't continue his role or care for his children."
He nods "Give me time, please? Time to mourn to the stardust and to the planets that made her up once. I need my heart to heal, to be completely there for you without my heart wandering off to sadder memories." he says.
He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose "If this is true then how come there is no other documents than this?"
"I understand. I can give you as much time as you need. I'll be waiting for you."
"No other-" he sputters. "Because you haven't looked, idiot! You didn't even consider the possibility that you could be wrong!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs. "I can't force you to love me. That's not how it works. But I can still love you, can't I?"
"A tumor indeed, and I will agree that he created quite the nasty infection. After all, is there a worse parasite than life?" He suddenly leers. "Morgana lied to you. To all of us. Carrion was the progenitor of life, and she abused him until he couldn't continue his role or care for his children."
He nods "Give me time, please? Time to mourn to the stardust and to the planets that made her up once. I need my heart to heal, to be completely there for you without my heart wandering off to sadder memories." he says.
He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose "If this is true then how come there is no other documents than this?"
"I understand. I can give you as much time as you need. I'll be waiting for you."
"No other-" he sputters. "Because you haven't looked, idiot! You didn't even consider the possibility that you could be wrong!"
"Tell me if you get tired of waiting, that you refuse to anymore.. I don't want you suffering because of me," he said, gently pressing his teeth against Atticu's forehead.
"Have you considered that one piece of media is not enough? That this is the only document that you have provided?" he asks
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"I apologize, I believe I'm going to go now, if that's alright."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
After a moment Carrion pulls away and heaves a deep breath in and out. "You taste like carrot cake." is all he mutters, his eyes darting around anxiously.
Luciano sits down at a pew, pulls out his spectacles, and begins to read. After a moment he closes it and bounces his leg "How can you be sure?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"Fire is unnecessarily painful. Even animals deserve clean deaths. The rest of your family will be fine. I'll even spare the guards. Advisors will be taken on a case-by-case basis." He is completely casual about this.
"Awesome! What's your favorite food, Thorfinn?" He immediately starts rummaging through his cooler of monster parts.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I would prefer that you did none of this, but it's likely I couldn't stop you, no matter what I want. Oh and I do believe we won't be able to do a battle of the bands this weekend, I'm going to attempt to be a pacifist"
"Ratholos steak, but you don't need to make me anything Uncle. You're too kind." He looks over their shoulder to see the cooler.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Thank you." He rubs his forehead against Carrion, exactly like a cat. "Is something wrong?"
He sighs. "Have you ever talked with the gods in person? Morgana, sure, but her husband? Carrion himself? I have. They're all disgusting. None of them worthy of their status. Carrion was broken by them when they killed his kids. His spouse. He never once tried to escape his daughter's corpse, so depressed was he. Repent, and maybe you'll at least die with a clear conscience."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Understood. How have your siblings been?" He closes his eye and rests there.
"I love cooking, especially for friends!" The cooler is much larger on the inside. He pulls out a Rathalos steak. Or part of one, at least. Small enough to cook without special equipment.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I suppose I feel guilty. I still mourn my partner to some degree and it feels like I am no better than a man cheating on his wife.." He explains "I am sorry.. My worrywart mind runs in circles.."
"I have spoken to Morgana.." He says, scratching his beard "Carrion.. isn't he the one who was seen as the infecting tumor of the god realms?" he asks.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"From the letters they have written, struggling, unfortunately. Mother and Father get less and less merciful by the day."
He looks at the Rathalos steak and smiles, sitting down, criss cross apple sauce, "Thank you uncle, you're just as nice as Rag said you were."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He sighs. "I can't force you to love me. That's not how it works. But I can still love you, can't I?"
"A tumor indeed, and I will agree that he created quite the nasty infection. After all, is there a worse parasite than life?" He suddenly leers. "Morgana lied to you. To all of us. Carrion was the progenitor of life, and she abused him until he couldn't continue his role or care for his children."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods "Give me time, please? Time to mourn to the stardust and to the planets that made her up once. I need my heart to heal, to be completely there for you without my heart wandering off to sadder memories." he says.
He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose "If this is true then how come there is no other documents than this?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Does anyone want to rp, I can assume not, but I may be wrong.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Perhaps I could talk to them and leave them with a warning if that matters to you."
"Thank you! Did he tell you to call me uncle?" He looks through his utensils to find his biggest frying pan.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I understand. I can give you as much time as you need. I'll be waiting for you."
"No other-" he sputters. "Because you haven't looked, idiot! You didn't even consider the possibility that you could be wrong!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hey guys! anyone got any characters free?*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Have you met Atticus yet?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*don't think so!*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Bring out your victims, then!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Drilin is directly underneath a grate in the town square, humming to himself
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"Tell me if you get tired of waiting, that you refuse to anymore.. I don't want you suffering because of me," he said, gently pressing his teeth against Atticu's forehead.
"Have you considered that one piece of media is not enough? That this is the only document that you have provided?" he asks
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]