﹡ 𝐆𝐎𝐃̷’𝐒⠀🕷️⠀𝚆𝙴𝙱 .

⠀ A parasite-gnawed cadaver,   she.   Loose limbs of a tawny shade:   damnably wrought,   battered arm within battered arm,   pulsating in cadaveric spasms. ⠀ ⠀ “I—” ⠀ ⠀ MOUTH OPEN,   IN WINCE MOUTH SHUT;   the Aubade of Saint  ████’██²  plays upon ghostly cue of morn’ in taunting echoes off the walls of a troublesome skull–   the sensation is a disorientating burn.   A fiendish groan swiftly followed by one-thin fingers shoot upwards into the sunken sockets.   Outward the brains of the deluded woman song doth not transpire in the tombstone-quiet town whither even lowly vermin keep in their hush’d silence.
            ⠀ “.   .   .   Little sister³,”⠀ ⠀ So Das takes peek betwixt two curled fingers, ⠀ ⠀ “   ——[ /ack/! ],   AH…   you hath caught me acting like a babe in Misfortune’s bassinet,   ( AND I SPIT ON THAT DASTARDLY MATRIARCH! );   tis’ much too dark to see yet my Eyes endeavour to design the wildest of fantasies as Truth.   SO I AM ALONE,   verily,   and miserably without way.”
            
            1. A reference to Anne Carson’s ‘On Walking Backwards’.
            2. Aubade; a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning.   The previous house of which Kiara Das has lived since youth played it every morning til it started being heard in the brain at the appropriate time without being physically played.
            3. Non-literal,   polite address.   Likely mistaking Claudia for a youth.        (2/2)

⠀⠀⠀✸ ݁ ⠀WORLD⠀II.⠀⠀ The Wretched Prodigal Daughter  ⧹   K̲i̲a̲r̲a̲ D̲a̲s̲ ⠀ ⠀: ⠀⠀(@feufatale)               “AS YE HAVE STARTLED ME!” ⠀ ⠀ As scrawled in the fault-filled translation of the folktale on dead men’s walk¹ the ailing body   (in a founder of the dark maiden’s airy tread)   scrambled rearward into a towering pillar of Parian marble.   With windblown and greased locks that hung themselves in the way of the self-slaughterous practice,   the soiled veil discoloured in its Persian green falls into the downcast face hidden like a burial shroud.   Tis’ late night or perchance tis’ early morn’;   the hour lacks is ere two and Kiara Das,   faulty as the folktale,   slumps against the scabrous marble with scarcely the coherency of mind to recall wherefore the initial thought of departure from ‘Home’  ——   as it must be graced with the name  ——   at such dusk had arisen in bleary brains.   [         ———OF WHAT MATERIALS WAS I WOVEN THAT I HATH NOT THEN EXPIRE?   For my mind doth grow weary enow to fashion out dreary visions that my mad Father once,   upon His most distraught of days,   would hath glimpsed.   Tho’ withal of the forever ruinous antic disposition of which I newly don from my Father in a fashion most daughterly,   this wretched soul and blemished flesh still withstands such varying shocks in its Promethean way that,   indeed,   He would hath not...    ]   In truth t’was no other shooting purpose but the maddened scatter for life accompanying swiftly enveloping mammalian terror that lingered still upon her toilworn person as a second veil or perhaps a most foul scent.   She hoists her Eyes to high heaven from the hanging state of the head.        (1/2)

@SACREYED     ++    AGHHHHH (lemme cook) 

SO LOUD

@horrorscope      *      YELLING!!!!   AT YOUUUUU

@horrorscope      *     BLUSH!

+    lemme cook

⠀⠀Once the knuckle-paling grip on the spadone loosens itself,    nigh does it clatter onto the stony surface of the ground had not her frantic hand grasp it again anon. ⠀ ⠀ “Speak:    what is wanted?   What is needed?   I hath nothing to give but my uncle’s tawdry blade,   of which surely there are a dozen replicas of better metal.” ⠀ ⠀ There is hardly a difference to the sheathing of the sword into the woman’s poorly scabbard to the sharp piercing inside of a man’s tissue.    Though she claims she   ‘hath nothing to give but  [her]  uncle’s tawdry blade’,    sweat is clear on her nervous brow;    she know not why it be so  ——   or rather,   she doth know why it be so but tis’ an unlikely reason.   How laughable are the thoughts of Man.
            
            1. A quotation from Emily Dicknson’s ‘A not admitting of the wound (1188)’.
            2. A quotation from Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’.
            
            *    GET BEHIND ME “PALLID FIEND”!!    also im naaawt satisified with the 2nd paragraph but it’s Ok i believe </3 i suddenly got shy about making it too long so unlike me LOL idk where i was going with the clock metaphor i forgor.       (2/2)

@feufatale      *      EEEEEEK YOU FLATTER THANK YOU SOO MUCH !! i'm struggling to really find people to write with here due to my writing being.   like That.   Crazy Pretentious (guy who can't read anything that isn't classic literature.) (also trying to weed out jk rowling-ers is a hell.) so that is soooooo niceys :DDD

I JUST REALISED IVE BEEN MISSPELLING VEDANT AS VERDANT WHICH IS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT MEANIGN AND NAME FUCK MY STUPUD BAKA LIFE

IM NOT SMART ENOGUH

suddenly self conscious of my writing. I need more anatomical descriptions.

[POSTSCRIPT]:    ought to be obvious, but if you want to know my writing style, just scroll down!   i may alternate between third & first person,   latter as a more effect way of showcasing character thought  / internal monologue.   CHARUN is exempt from this.   the godbodies writing stylisation is dialogue in full capital lettering,   kiara alernates,   verdant's description is in full capital lettering but his dialogue is "proper" grammar,   vivienne will likely rarely have dialogye besides noises but it will all be in full capitals.
            
            further information on the story:    deities in the Old World are meant to be large insects.   charun, for instance,  has the physical body of a spider,   but for this account it is only the lower body of one.    the basic upper body appear looks akin to     https://tinyurl.com/5ykyee4n    though it lacks xer sideburns and faceside mandibles.   non-cannon diverged Old World charun would have been a full spider,   but is not here for the convenience of casual roleplay.   therefore he is half "man" half spider.   this goes the same for maha,   who,   after disconnecting with the snake body,   should have assumed the body of a praying mantis.
            
            The Possessed Priest,   as i called him,   is Verdant Das   &   post-possession he is less possessed and more accurately a dead fleshsuit for a 2nd world charun.   further in the timeline,   he is a half-corpse with a broken body from being used as a cocoon.   basically unwilling false messiah LOL!
            
            vivienne das post-'divinisation' has eyes all over her body including inside of her that Does hurt bad constantly all the time which mean she's in a constant cycle dying from the pain and reviving. 
            
            this thread is frankly poorly written because i couldnt be assed and much information is lacking... stay tune for google docs!

⠀——“your god comes and he is Ordinary & Terrible.”

⠀         © SACREYED:   an Original World with Original Characters.

[charun voice] Would you still love me if i melted the insides of your exoskeleton

EEEEK i gotta make a document. i gotta.

i will reupload my thread !!!

@SACREYED 
            
            LUCIFER appears from the rift as if he were the hole’s own thought, every movement a measured uncoiling.
            " how quaint, " he purrs, the words a serpent sliding over glass. " your theatre of torn silk and hemolymph — exquisite. you make such a loud mess for so few applause. "
            
            he tilts his head, milky eyes sweeping the ruined floor and the colossal head that smashes through the cloister.
            " charun, is it? what a glorious debut. one must admire your taste for the dramatic — hemolymph like wine, entrails for confetti. i do confess, it makes my afternoon far more entertaining. "
            
            with a lazy flick of his wrist a narrow portal splinters open and closes like a blink; the air smells briefly of iron and old smoke. tendrils of shadow slither at his heels, curious, polite predators.
            " you will apologize for nothing, and you will accept no charity. show me the ways you fall, and i will teach you new ones. or do you prefer to surprise me? i adore surprises. "
            
            he smiles then, venomous and amused, a grin that promises clever broken things.
            " play on, saint of spinning threads. spin me a tragedy i have not yet savored. i am listening — and i always have time for a good ruin. "

*        MY MEMORY BETRAYS ME I MEANT TO ASK!! if you would like to do a whole "drop into another world" thing or similar, or keep this in the same "universe" except in very different. Locations. i always offer this up due to how strange S.W is LOL

⠀⠀Composure with her lesser loved cousin Dispassion were quick to find themselves within Dubiety.   First, a hacking cough to clear the pricking throat   ——   too clearing,   likely;   again hemolymph infused saliva claws up to shoot downwards like silk from a spider’s spinnerets   ——    CHARUN’s eyes and mouth gape with Its cadaveric spasms.⠀⠀“...    I KNOW NOT MYSELF WHERE YOU HAIL FROM,   UNGODLY SYR,”⠀⠀a short and loathsome laugh,⠀⠀“YET I BEAR WITNESS   [ As I Must Do ]   TO THINE EYES BRIGHTENING WITH HELLISH TRIUMPH AS THE FEASIBLE METHODS OF MINE OWN ABRUPT DEMISE BEING ARE SPOKEN AND DEMONSTRATED VERY MUCH TOO PLAINLY.”⠀⠀A pause,   a thought,   an abysmal smile wrinkles.
            ⠀⠀“HARM NOT MY EXOSKELETON³ AND CEASE THY ROTTEN ENTRANCE DISPLAY INTENDED TO BE SHOWN TO MAN;          ———MORTAL MEN SAY THAT    ‘You never get a second chance to make a good first impression (!)’   YET STILL,   ‘KINDLY-HEARTED’   AS I AM   [ The Silly May Claim Otherwise ],   SHALL ALLOW YOU ONE DESPITE.”⠀⠀ The tarsal claws do not shake or quiver,   do not make an attempt to break free the coiling of sudden tendrils.   Such is a pointless endeavour and such is a display of fright.
            ⠀⠀“DO YOU KNOW OF ‘ICEBREAKERS’ AND OF INTRODUCTION,   UNGODLY SYR?”
            
            1. Godbodies of this world mostly consist of insectoids,   rarely other beings.
            2. Non-earthly entities typically come as a byproduct from the Nuclear Origin: a slowly dissolving godking that can be compared to a dying nuclear powerhouse.
            3. Half-archanid body.
            
            *        hii!! i’m still not satisfied with this but i didn’t want to keep you waiting for too long so i hope this isn’t Silly :3 2/2