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@SACREYED    i bet you say that to every girl #wtf

Ouagh what......   Are yuo flirting with me   >>>>/////////<<<<    #boaner

@SACREYED   kill me yourself #coward 

his eyes scan the surroundings as he cuts the apple, feeling a sense of homesickness at the sight. it reminded him of the more peaceful matters of his coven— a kind of living he was hardly allowed to experience. he smiles fondly. the curve of his lips remained at his answer, shaking his head slightly. “ no i mean— i don’t call you my master and you’re not my boss… do i call you a partner or, ” he hesitates. “ a friend? ”

( @wiccaanways  )
            
            the god uses a knife to carve the apple into bite sized pieces for the child at his feet. he rubs the top of her head as he offers it to her and her excited giggling corners every inch of the temple. her hands are cupped to keep the apple slices from falling, most likely running to go boast of her snack. "you may call me whatever you'd like. kyūpiddo is the name i have chosen. however, i do not expect you to stick to it if you do not wish." 

@SACREYED   /      woww  that's  sooo  meannn  I'm  gonna  tell  them  ur  gay  

Be very afraid don't trust a word this cunt says

@eadimidium   /    ur  acc  is  gorgeous  wtf  but  i  might  just  make  a  book  !! 

*the

( @wiccaanways  )
            
            the divine stands behind him, reassuring jack that he is not concerned with with judgment, but rather jack's own wellbeing. shouganai screams without sound and kyūpiddo is grateful that his human are a good distant away. he crouches, following jack and pets his spine with feather light touch. giving and taking pain is powerful within itself given that kyūpiddo has never been about to touch that part of the world before. the ones in the heavens will not solve the mystery of his disappearance until it is too late. his hues dull. what if they try come after jack? they won't. as jack swallows down the smoke and blood, kyūpiddo hums the lullaby that was sang to him after his very own birth. he'll just have to tear off their limbs and plop them onto deer antlers if he hears there has been a threat to any of his people. "very good. you're a very quick learner." he praises. "such divine power that i would have mistaked you for a god if we have not met. perhaps i will pluck my commander off the throne and offer it to you." will pull the throne out of the cement block and give jack the righteous he sees. "unless you'd rather burn it to ashes yourself." then he'd bring it to the god of the dead and tell him that what is left of the dinner table is his to mourn. "brave and shining man." 

with every touch, less of the shame he felt that weighed on his body, lifted. every passing second reminded him that kyūpiddo wasn’t like the others that he often serve; but perhaps it would be better for him to stay on edge— keep him satisfied before he enacted inevitable consequences for his actions. his breath quivers, melting into his touch. his eyes flash to their resting state, black and empty, feeling it was only necessary to accept every part of his demonic existence. it pained him at times, masquerading as a person and not being able to bend the will of the world and not hide. he was a devourer, the last of his kind and he’d only survived this long because of his willingness to consume. “ as you wish. ” his fingers grab at his hand, clinging onto his reassuring touch with a nod. he presses his lips against his palm, dried gore brushing his lips before he kisses it softly. pulling away, jack meets the dying being again, deciding now to expel some much needed magic. he heels him first, only slightly, in order to make sure he was still able to meet the pain that awaited him; a tactic he’d learned from hell, before his teeth tug at his throat. normally, he’d spit it out, but how often could someone like him say he consumed a god. he swallows before casting a pain spell, the inverse of the one he’d cast on the other, and feels the effect it had on him. gradually, as godly power dwindles, jack’s hold on him increases, sucking the smoke and blood from his skin even as he held his quaking body. 

(  @defiesfate  )
            
            the scene must be an odd one — there is a joke about a god in new orleans within it. "i imagine you have your reasons, but you are an excellent host as far as my opinion can cast." slight teasing with the aftertaste of melting candy and all those sugary treats. he assumes a position farthest from her possessions, deeming them too important to get even the smallest of wet. "I'll clean up any residue." he adds after a beat. the statement strikes him as interesting. perhaps he will find what he needs. what goes bump in the night surely has no desire to meet him. kyūpiddo looks at her. "thank you. you, however, are going to be most disappointed to learn i am traveling for that very reason." his gaze hardens with fierce determination.  "but i have no intentions of dragging you down. you have my word." 

@mortalweeps     *     the cool air of the rain raises goosebumps along her bare skin,  closing the door behind him as she flipped the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’ knowing the heavy storm had driven most indoors.  a faint laugh escapes her at his words,  “truthfully,  i’ve never been one to enjoy company.. or have it— never been good at making friends.”   a stubborn,  rough edged girl whose edges have never once been soft or gentle.  a witch  —  especially in new orleans couldn’t be with the threat of vampires. 
            
            a gesture, something in return to pay for her kindness.  gaze flicker between his,  quietly examining the rain droplets still glued on his face.   “there’s nothing you could do for me but i appreciate the offer.   if i were you,  i would advise not staying out too late past sunset —  you know,  monsters and ghouls and stuff like that?  new orleans and its supernatural stories and such.”   

(  @defiesfate  )
            
            his dark eyes shine with the newfound luck, bowing his head with graceful thankfulness. "it would be a pleasure to have company once again. i promise not to linger too long." when his lips flourish into a smile, his sharp teeth spook the shadows that float around the darkened sky. he does not appear to be chattering with the cold, shivers nowhere to be seen. his trip to new orleans had been a .. impulsive decision. he heads towards the door, lolling his head around. perhaps the rain will lighten soon and his journey for tools to hunt a god would begin. "if there is anything i can do in return, I'd be more than content to help." it can be an inconvenience to give into visitors. 

@tyrians      *   Ok so!

@ilovemen2k25 
            
            / U SAID IT? 

@SACREYED     *  oh u can Try to Kill me alright but id win bc u can’t even Fathom to get close to Me I’ll chew ur nails OFF

(  @ilovemen2k25  )
            
            the god straightens his figure, rolling his neck and baring the muscles in his shoulders as if wanting to catch any sunlight left in the sky. his lower back is hitting a part of the dried temple, using it to rest his elbow on. "you are not bound to this place and neither am i. the world is mine. when i want to go home, I'll go home." to grassy plains, coastlines, and wild forests. to humans that like music and like living."dig all you want." his eyes fly closed. he was unsure of who runihara was searching for. a spirit? the statement had been vague. " please avoid the graves that are furthest from the flooring. that is the area i am going to set ablaze." perhaps once the warmth clears and cold moonlight finally sets in. he will mourn them properly. "i don't want them to be alone once it starts." this sentence is less aggressive than the previous ones. a god staring into the fire that once made him. 

@mortalweeps       ＊       Oh yes,  there’s just a certain cadence that rubs me the right way.    (Runihara muses,  he doesn't mind being in the face of danger.  He certainly doesn’t mind at all when Kyūpiddo threatens him,  being erased is just another means of being reborn again.  However,  the curse can’t afford that.  Not right now,  at least,  although he’s tempted to take up on that offer.)    I’m not bound to this place,  and I’m certainly not alone.    (Perhaps it was just some poor means of defending himself.  Alone?  He’s felt that for eons now,  and the last time he’s felt certain warmth must have been near the Shinto period.  Eyes peel towards the god's form,  and he was right that the two of them didn’t compare.  That wouldn’t stop Runihara from pressing his buttons,  make sure that an imprint is left to the point which such sounds ache and spill.  Who wouldn’t want to make a lasting impression to a god?  Praise them at their feet,  feed them blood at their altars.)    And where will you go?  Has a god like you found a means to find home,  that’s almost laughable.  Funny.    (A quiet note,  a finger draw to his lips.  Tapping at the bottom,  thinking carefully.)

( @ilovemen2k25  )
            
            he lowers himself to the dirt, dark hues flickering up to the curse. the energy in the atmosphere has changed. kyūpiddo hates outbursts. souls who caught death by hand and death fought off the ability to rest without issue. the truth was that neither of them was holy –— in fact, the two monsters were left staring at one another. "it was the gods that were second best, my friend." the word is thrown out with a rumbling noise growing in the back of his body. "you are fond of your own voice. how does it feel to be hated and left alone? you are low on my food chain. we would have a grand time ripping each other apart, wouldn't we? i suggest you remember what you are talking to." he observes the grime underneath his nails, black hair falling onto each shoulder. the bottoms are curled. "i am beyond relieved that you are finished with your spill. do as you please and i will do as i please." retiring to the haven that is their village is sounding better and better each morning. his tolerance for talking has become loose and he hates to start a spree that does not involve the gods. kyūpiddo could rid of the thing in front of him. why do that? let runihara creep down the path. he is curious where the other will end up in a couple months. perhaps dead. perhaps not. he thinks of burning the ashes to send the ghosts into final form. 

( @tyrians  )
            
            "they are shaken." he admits, placing hyacinthus in the middle of his attention. it was a deep cut to witness his people floating from anxious to downright frozen in fear. the pattern lulls him into a much calmer state. "they are strong." strong enough to beat the horrors lurking in the woods? that is a question he hopes to never have to answer. "and how have you been?" 

@mortalweeps 
            
            [ a  smile  tugs  at  hyacinthus’  lips  as  he  rests  his  head  against  the  others  shoulder.  he  traces  patterns  along  kyūpiddo’s  arms.  ]  are  your  people  doing  well? 

( @tyrians  )
            
            the cold is urged away with the gentle press, belts of quiet laughter springing from  kyūpiddo. they are like two magnets joined at the hip. his thumb meets the side of hyacinthus's cheek. "it was agony to be alone without you –— i had to take care of my people."