Some_RandomBookworm
I think your deaf
ThouHathDeboshedMe
AnimePokemonWorld
Will Love and Rage get updated soon?
Some_RandomBookworm
Hey there! I feel like we haven’t talked in a while Hru?
ThouHathDeboshedMe
Here's a super cool applyfic to apply too!! I already know it's going to turn out super gooddd
https://www.wattpad.com/1468106301-%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%83%F0%9D%99%80%F0%9D%99%80%F0%9D%99%8D%F0%9D%99%8E-%F0%9D%99%8F%F0%9D%99%8A-%F0%9D%99%94%F0%9D%99%8A%F0%9D%99%90%F0%9D%99%8F%F0%9D%99%83-af-%E2%99%A1-%F0%9D%97%96%F0%9D%97%9B%F0%9D%97%98%F0%9D%97%98%F0%9D%97%A5%F0%9D%97%A6-%F0%9D%97%A7%F0%9D%97%A2-%F0%9D%97%AC%F0%9D%97%A2%F0%9D%97%A8%F0%9D%97%A7%F0%9D%97%9B-%F0%96%B9%AD
ThouHathDeboshedMe
Chapter 1 is finally out!! Sorry the wait lol
https://www.wattpad.com/1465310271-chapter-one-goat-boys-and-other-dilemmas-%F0%9F%8C%99
ThouHathDeboshedMe
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Sorry for the lack of updates on the applyfic lol---I'm still writing it and I don't plan on giving up, but I've been burnt out and procrastinating for a couple weeks and am just now getting out of it. Please stay safe out there, and please help if you can.
Ineedmorethings
Thanks for the follow!!!
ThouHathDeboshedMe
This is a SUPER late announcement but uhh I’m not going to be active until like Sunday because I’m in a trip with family. I’ll have the first chapter of the applyfic up soon, though, and I’m the only one of my siblings that doesn’t get carsick so I’ll have time to write!
ThouHathDeboshedMe
███ has no need for a third day; nor do they need the title of a prologue. They do not desire the lengthy descriptions other gods demand, and even if they did, a description in such a way wouldn’t do them justice in the slightest. Their skin—if you can call it that— pulses with colors, swarming with deep, bruising indigo and streaked with neon flashes of purple. It buzzes at the edges, moving like something between mist and a vibrating insect. Their form is constantly fluctuating, growing and shrinking like a billowing sulfur cloud.
Their eyes are, perhaps, the biggest indicator that a simple description would never be able to fully capture their appearance. To describe each one would take too much time for something supposed to be a teaser and to ignore this factor of their being would be dishonest. So, in a careful middle ground, I present you with this: eyes cling to every spot they possibly can, each one distinct from the next. Blank irises languish next to cunning ones, milky pupil rolling half into the lid while an amber eye darts across the room, narrowing in suspicion. A large, doe-like brown eye sits where a human’s temple may be, just above a narrow, miniscule blue one. Eye sockets—most filled, some not—litter their body, roving and staring and peeping at apparently nothing at all. The ones they open now are spread across the center of what might be called their face, multicolored and bug-like at odd angles, as if someone had slit open portions of their skin and shoved eyeballs into the space between the layers of whatever they were made of. They don’t appear to have a mouth, yet the ones they control now are jeering, laughing at the two deities before them.
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“Can we hurry up and start already?” Brutus demands.
“So impatient,” ███ sighs, pushing their cards to the side. “But yes, fine…” With a flick of their wrist, the table changes, the wood tabletop streaked with Eun-ae’s blood melting into a screen split into three parts. Each of them buzzed with TV static before jumping to attention, colors snapping together to reveal three separate settings: the first, a blistering desert with nothing but sand. The second, a greasy alleyway, loud pop music playing loudly in the distance. The third, a deciduous forest, muddy and unkempt.
███ lift their hands above the table. Their eyes snap to attention all at once, turning to focus on the screen with eerie synchronization. This would take more focus and effort than anything ███ had done in the past century, but by the Gods would it be fun. They take in a breath, holding an image of all the mortals in their head before slowly squeezing their fingers into fists, drawing the invisible, silky smooth threads of the universe into the palm of their hand.
“Let’s begin.”
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“You’re happy with your decisions?”
███’s voice is smooth, rugged and deep like a famous actor’s, but there’s something slightly off—it has a buzzing, eerie quality to it, like a faulty voice filter. There are layers sunken below the surface of their words, layers that bite at the gods’ ears and fill the room with the sensation of something slithering up their necks.
The god of Rage glances across the table, jaw clenched; their opponent is, as always, perfectly composed, Her cards held gently in Her hand.
“Of course,” She says mildly. “I’ve already accepted the terms and chosen my patrons. Brutus, are you finished yet?”
“Of course I am,” the god snarls. “Just because I’m not as quick to put my faith into these mortals like you are doesn’t mean that I can’t finish a simple task, Eun-ae.” They spit out Her name like it’s an unforgivable insult, the deciding blow in a battle.
███ can only smile. They sweep up the remaining cards from the table, carefully considering each one before tucking it under their hand. “Well, I must admit that your choices surprised me,” they say airily. A lie, for the most part—Eun-ae chose the ones She pitied the most, Brutus chose the ones they thought would be the funniest to push to the edge. There had been something surprising in their choices, mostly due to the fact that ███ had underestimated just how predictable they could be and just how much they skimmed over the patron cards. Still, that meant that the hand ███ holds is all the more interesting.
ThouHathDeboshedMe
(CW for slight gore + body horror, specifically related to eyes)
On the second day, a new figure emerges. Draped in a dress of gentle confessions and dripping with graceful elegance, She takes Her seat at the table and presses Her bloodied hands together as if in prayer, soft cloth sleeves whispering against Her skin like breathed words of affection. The glistening jewels and silver trinkets woven into Her long braids clink together, flashing like dying stars as She tilts Her head to the side, appraising the room as the room appraises Her.
Her face is beautiful, of course; warmth emanates from Her dark skin as if She has absorbed the passion of an infinite number of beating hearts. Her flat nose and full lips look as if they’ve been carved from marble, perfectly smoothed as they are. Blood drips from her eye sockets, thick and viscous, tracing down Her face and running down Her dress like a lover’s touch. It creeps across the table and pools on the floor, sinking into everything it can touch and staining the world with the reminder of Her presence. Unlike the rest of Her kin, Her blood does not sparkle or shine, announcing the achievement that whoever has harmed them has harmed a God with their proud gold ichor. Instead, it is a simple red; deep and dark, accompanied by the bittersweet smell of metal and freshly turned soil. Her sockets, empty and glistening as if they were fresh wounds, stare aimlessly forward.
When one says Love is blind, they rarely mean it literally; perhaps someone forgot to tell Her.
“Have you considered our deal?”
She pauses, considering the words, before slowly extending Her hand toward the table, Her palm mere inches from the playing cards laid before Her. Blood trickles down Her forearm, collecting at the side of Her palm before dripping onto the mahogany table. She exhales and slowly takes Her cards, pulling them into Her hand and gently placing them to the side.
ThouHathDeboshedMe
@Some_RandomBookworm LMAOOOOO YEAH SHE'S JUST STRAIGHT UP RUINING THAT TABLE BUT I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU'RE EXCITED FOR THIS- I'll be posting the final prologue and the cast lists tomorrow, and the first couple chapters a little bit after that!!