WELCOME TO THE SEVENTH CIRCLE

#Bonny Speaks;; ic #;;NTT #//she's here to debate you now /J

“You are fundamentally incorrect.”

Bonny, we need to talk. Please stop avoiding me. I can wait until after the gala if you so wish, but please. I will be waiting for your answer out in the garden at the fountain. I just need to see you. I'm worried ~Eldritch

@the-bastard-entity

Bon's found a corner, needing to be hidden in shadows after her talk with Amanda. Of course the stubborn little God was still hanging onto her anger, but... She is finding it hard to direct it all to Amanda now.

She doesn't want to admit to herself she's angry with her father. But she is, greatly. At the center of it all, he's been... A source of a lot of confusion lately. Over Bon's purpose, over who she even is, what she represents.

They don't talk like they used to.

So when a note appears in front of her, signed 'Eldritch', she frowns. Deep down she knows it's unfair to keep all of this looming around the both of them, but she's nothing if not spiteful.

Fortunately, though, Bass lucks out and she sighs, poofing away into a cloud of dense black fog, appearing before him, "You requested me?"

A smile appeared on the Bastard's face as he felt his daughter's presence even before he looked up at her. There was the worry before that she would not answer his call, but here she was. Even if she didn't look overly happy with their meeting. But he wasn't surprised.

"Yes, I have. And I'm glad that you came," he said, offering the young cultist a seat beside him on the cold marble. "I want to start with an apology for what happened. I hurt you, and I placed you in danger. And then I have believed that I should give you space, which perhaps was a bad idea. Please believe me when I say that I do care about you."

It was visible that he didn't end just yet and that he wouldn't allow Bonny to push into his words until he had finished what he had to say. It was important to the Bastard to get it all out before allowing her to speak.

"I know that Amanda had hurt you, but she is not to blame. This was out of her control. And I also don't want you blaming yourself if you think that you've done wrong. Because you didn't." He looked into her eyes as he spoke those words, meaning every bit of it. "This is entirely my fault. I now understand how stupid my actions were and that I risked your life, as well as Amanda's. So if you want to be angry with anybody, it should be with me. Not Amanda, and most definitely not yourself."

#Devotee summons;; rp #Golden God;; the Bastard Entity #;;gala rp #[BLOODGALA2021]#//bon's goin through it rn

Bon didn’t sit, instead she kept her hands curtly clasped behind her back as if she were a simple servant waiting instruction. It’s how she’s been feeling, in recent times. Just a servant to some unknown purpose. A pawn built by the Devil himself, just to be tossed between other Gods.

Her spade-tipped tail flicks once in irritation. The more she thinks, the worse her anger gets.

At first what Bass says just goes in one ear and out the other, but then they seem to bounce off of something and get absorbed a second time, almost in spite of the Young God’s own stubbornness. It takes a very long pause for her to sort out all her anger into a coherent, reasonable rant.

“Everything went batshit crazy when... Well when Drache showed up. Even- Even before then. You took on Ender’s survivors, you give Amanda your power and Status, you tell me you don’t need...” Bonny bites her tongue there, “You don’t need me to be your Cult leader. After... Months of...” Chaos, really. Everything is too loud, and for once in her life Bon really wishes things would be quiet, “It feels like you just don’t fucking think before you do something. Shit, even ages ago when you pissed Taker off, were you thinking then?” But that’s not all she’s mad about.

“I’ve... Been trying so hard to figure shit out and be part of whatever the hell kind of Entity Court we have going on here but.. No one tells me jack shit, no one tells me the plan. NTT hates my guts, Ender couldn’t give a shit about me, Taker has made his opinion of me very goddamn clear, I hate Scrive with a passion.” Stop fucking whining and rip the bandaid off already, “Everyone has just left me behind and you did too.” The young God’s pointy ears noticeably droop, maroon eyes unable to meet gold, “I just want things to be simple again.”

Bonny, we need to talk. Please stop avoiding me. I can wait until after the gala if you so wish, but please. I will be waiting for your answer out in the garden at the fountain. I just need to see you. I'm worried ~Eldritch

@the-bastard-entity

Bon's found a corner, needing to be hidden in shadows after her talk with Amanda. Of course the stubborn little God was still hanging onto her anger, but... She is finding it hard to direct it all to Amanda now.

She doesn't want to admit to herself she's angry with her father. But she is, greatly. At the center of it all, he's been... A source of a lot of confusion lately. Over Bon's purpose, over who she even is, what she represents.

They don't talk like they used to.

So when a note appears in front of her, signed 'Eldritch', she frowns. Deep down she knows it's unfair to keep all of this looming around the both of them, but she's nothing if not spiteful.

Fortunately, though, Bass lucks out and she sighs, poofing away into a cloud of dense black fog, appearing before him, "You requested me?"

#Devotee summons;; rp #Golden God;; the Bastard Entity #;;gala rp #[BLOODGALA2021]

"Oh. You're here." Bonny looks very displeased, a bottle of vodka in her hand, her golden mask still cracked, "Can you do me a favor and stop being here? Thanks." [deathless-disciple]

{@deathless-disciple}

…Yup. Amanda could have seen this coming. Bonny’s it very right to be pissed at the killer after her little reign of terror as Futile, and for the moment she’s very happy that the no-killing rule is in place.

“Yeah, if I came alone I’d be real quick to do that,” she responds, hesitation clear in her voice. “I, uh… I need to apologize, Bon. I finally remembered what I did back there and—” To be fair, ‘it’s bad’ would be a pretty big understatement.

Okay, it looks like she’s safe for the moment. “…I mean it. Like, yeah, I did all that shit to you and Bass, but you said it yourself, it’s the betrayal that made it bad. I know…” She pauses, sighing. The problem with brief omniscience is dealing with what you know after you know it. “I know you need to belong to something, someone. And there’s no guarantee that whoever you get attached to will treat you well, even if they act right at first, but part of you decides they have to care, because if they don’t then what else are you?”

Another shrug. This is testing the limits of Amanda’s ability– speaking on-the-spot isn’t a talent of hers, and she’s already straining her poor faculties with all these big concepts she’s wrestling with. “I know Bass cares about you, and you care about him. And when I took over, I acted like I cared about you in the same way. Just like he did. But, of course, I didn’t. I didn’t care about anyone.” It still feels hollowing to say, like the words dig out the space in her lungs. “And, when it comes to you, I still don’t care. I’m not there yet. But the reason I’m saying all this, even though I’m sure you already know it, is…” Amanda pauses, shaking her head and balling one hand into a fist, rhythmically squeezing to get some of the nervous energy out. Here goes.

“I’m saying this to whichever part of you needs to hear it said: You didn’t do anything wrong. None of it was your fault.”

#Devotee summons;; rp #;;a-swines-baptism #;;gala rp #[BLOODGALA2021]

It’s a lot to digest at once. Bonny’s expression wavers. The information feels... Conflicting. Amanda doesn’t care, but she’s here, spending all this energy letting Bonny know that what happened simply wasn’t Bon’s fault. Both hitting the nail on the head and bending it awkwardly. Why?

Bonny cares greatly about Amanda, in a sort of ‘my dad loves you and he’d be crushed if you died and by association I also want you do be safe’ way. It’s long and complicated, but the godling has her people. Her little unit, and nothing else. Some semblance of family. And of course, being betrayed by family will always hit harder than being betrayed by a vague acquaintance. So, again, Amanda says she doesn’t care, but here she is, making sure Bonny doesn’t live with the weight of responsibility. It’s a weird paradox the young Entity can’t wrap her head around.

“... I care about you, though.” She can’t really elaborate any further. Words are becoming hard.

"Oh. You're here." Bonny looks very displeased, a bottle of vodka in her hand, her golden mask still cracked, "Can you do me a favor and stop being here? Thanks." [deathless-disciple]

{@deathless-disciple}

…Yup. Amanda could have seen this coming. Bonny’s it very right to be pissed at the killer after her little reign of terror as Futile, and for the moment she’s very happy that the no-killing rule is in place.

“Yeah, if I came alone I’d be real quick to do that,” she responds, hesitation clear in her voice. “I, uh… I need to apologize, Bon. I finally remembered what I did back there and—” To be fair, ‘it’s bad’ would be a pretty big understatement.

Bonny is holding a grudge. To be fair, Amanda- during her Entity kick- did kinda make the young Entity’s worst fears come true. Manipulation to the point it’s possession-adjacent, plunging Bon into agonizing hunger, and most of all: making her hurt Bass. That’s a crime in and of itself, but to force Bonny through means of mind-control?

She’s pissed.

Red eyes look the killer up and down, narrowing, “So... What? You think a single apology will just erase what you did?” The Godling sneers, devil tail flicking irritably, “You hurt me. And you hurt Bass. You used me to hurt bass, actually, which is worse.” A lot worse, “This is exactly why we don’t let mortals go on God juice, pig. You’re already unstable enough.”

Maybe that bit was uncalled for.

Okay, Amanda knows enough about grudges to see where this one’s gonna go if she isn’t careful. Her hands immediately raise, the killer shaking her head to make up for the mask’s lack of expression. “I’m not asking for forgiveness here. I agree with you, it was a horrible fucking idea, I doubt I’m ever even going to wanna use the Judge again after that.” The devil-kid’s got every right to be angry. “This isn’t to erase shit, I just... We’re going to have to see each other around, right? Mutual relations and all.” Amanda shrugs. “Just wanted you to know that I’m not hiding from the shit I did, okay?”

Now that she’s got her memory back from that horrible little period, she can’t help but keep coming back to her slights against the young Entity as long as she looks at her. She remembers it clearly, there’d been plenty of pain, fear too-- but also betrayal, and Amanda wasn’t sure what to make of that yet.

There’s a twinge of anger in Bon’s eyes, a need for revenge, to show Amanda what kind of hellish agony that hunger was for the godling. Being stronger, being immortal, that only means one feels pain on a whole other level. The kind of starvation Bonny felt, it would surely kill a survivor after ten seconds.

It’s soul-deep, flesh craving starvation.

“Good, great.” The devil Entity says flatly, “Wonderful, just amazing.” It’s not, though, “There’s just one tiny problem, actually-” Bon’s attention suddenly laser-focuses on Amanda, “You. Betrayed. Me.” Every single word is punctuated with boiling rage, “You used the fact I was built to serve, you used my struggling, and you used me as a fucking tool to kill my father. Your bloody fucking husband. You betrayed us both.” Bonny sneers, gritting her teeth, “I’d prefer if you did hide from it, then at least I could feed off the guilt and recover from what you did quicker. You’ve got an abundance of that, by the way.”

Well. That answers that question.

Amanda’s forced to take a step back; the anger radiating off of Bonny is almost palpable. “Yeah? You’re not wrong there.” If there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s holding on to burdens. She almost has to laugh-- almost. “I don’t... have anything to say to that, though. I did, I totally betrayed you. Him, too, fog know how he’s forgiven me--” That’s an anxiety attack for another day, though. She can see this hurting Bon, and now she thinks she can see some of the finer points of what hurt the kid so much.

Amanda only hesitates a moment; the Host will hopefully stop Bonny from mauling her face off if she fucks this up, but one can’t be too sure... Here goes, anyways. “--That’s not really all, though. I wanted to apologize for making you think I cared about you,” she begins.

#Devotee summons;; rp #;;a-swines-baptism #;;gala rp #[BLOODGALA2021]#// good luck amanda <3

Where is this going? The godling hangs onto her chillingly angry expression, expectantly waiting for Amanda to go back and retract the apology. Clearly Bonny isn’t going to accept one, not now anyway, so it’s probably best to leave this wound bleeding. Hell, maybe just for fun they both can rub salt in it. Bonny does feed off suffering, after all.

It hurts, though. It still hurts. It stings like a bitch, but in a grim way, Bon will relish that too. Wrath is easy to get addicted to.

"Oh. You're here." Bonny looks very displeased, a bottle of vodka in her hand, her golden mask still cracked, "Can you do me a favor and stop being here? Thanks." [deathless-disciple]

{@deathless-disciple}

…Yup. Amanda could have seen this coming. Bonny’s it very right to be pissed at the killer after her little reign of terror as Futile, and for the moment she’s very happy that the no-killing rule is in place.

“Yeah, if I came alone I’d be real quick to do that,” she responds, hesitation clear in her voice. “I, uh… I need to apologize, Bon. I finally remembered what I did back there and—” To be fair, ‘it’s bad’ would be a pretty big understatement.

Bonny is holding a grudge. To be fair, Amanda- during her Entity kick- did kinda make the young Entity’s worst fears come true. Manipulation to the point it’s possession-adjacent, plunging Bon into agonizing hunger, and most of all: making her hurt Bass. That’s a crime in and of itself, but to force Bonny through means of mind-control?

She’s pissed.

Red eyes look the killer up and down, narrowing, “So... What? You think a single apology will just erase what you did?” The Godling sneers, devil tail flicking irritably, “You hurt me. And you hurt Bass. You used me to hurt bass, actually, which is worse.” A lot worse, “This is exactly why we don’t let mortals go on God juice, pig. You’re already unstable enough.”

Maybe that bit was uncalled for.

Okay, Amanda knows enough about grudges to see where this one’s gonna go if she isn’t careful. Her hands immediately raise, the killer shaking her head to make up for the mask’s lack of expression. “I’m not asking for forgiveness here. I agree with you, it was a horrible fucking idea, I doubt I’m ever even going to wanna use the Judge again after that.” The devil-kid’s got every right to be angry. “This isn’t to erase shit, I just... We’re going to have to see each other around, right? Mutual relations and all.” Amanda shrugs. “Just wanted you to know that I’m not hiding from the shit I did, okay?”

Now that she’s got her memory back from that horrible little period, she can’t help but keep coming back to her slights against the young Entity as long as she looks at her. She remembers it clearly, there’d been plenty of pain, fear too-- but also betrayal, and Amanda wasn’t sure what to make of that yet.

#Devotee summons;; rp #;;a-swines-baptism #;;gala rp #[BLOODGALA2021]#//SOBS bonny plz

There’s a twinge of anger in Bon’s eyes, a need for revenge, to show Amanda what kind of hellish agony that hunger was for the godling. Being stronger, being immortal, that only means one feels pain on a whole other level. The kind of starvation Bonny felt, it would surely kill a survivor after ten seconds.

It’s soul-deep, flesh craving starvation.

“Good, great.” The devil Entity says flatly, “Wonderful, just amazing.” It’s not, though, “There’s just one tiny problem, actually-” Bon’s attention suddenly laser-focuses on Amanda, “You. Betrayed. Me.” Every single word is punctuated with boiling rage, “You used the fact I was built to serve, you used my struggling, and you used me as a fucking tool to kill my father. Your bloody fucking husband. You betrayed us both.” Bonny sneers, gritting her teeth, “I’d prefer if you did hide from it, then at least I could feed off the guilt and recover from what you did quicker. You’ve got an abundance of that, by the way.”

"Oh. You're here." Bonny looks very displeased, a bottle of vodka in her hand, her golden mask still cracked, "Can you do me a favor and stop being here? Thanks." [deathless-disciple]

{@deathless-disciple}

…Yup. Amanda could have seen this coming. Bonny’s it very right to be pissed at the killer after her little reign of terror as Futile, and for the moment she’s very happy that the no-killing rule is in place.

“Yeah, if I came alone I’d be real quick to do that,” she responds, hesitation clear in her voice. “I, uh… I need to apologize, Bon. I finally remembered what I did back there and—” To be fair, ‘it’s bad’ would be a pretty big understatement.

#Devotee summons;; rp #;;a-swines-baptism #;;gala rp #[BLOODGALA2021]#// oof that's harsh bon

Bonny is holding a grudge. To be fair, Amanda- during her Entity kick- did kinda make the young Entity’s worst fears come true. Manipulation to the point it’s possession-adjacent, plunging Bon into agonizing hunger, and most of all: making her hurt Bass. That’s a crime in and of itself, but to force Bonny through means of mind-control?

She’s pissed.

Red eyes look the killer up and down, narrowing, “So... What? You think a single apology will just erase what you did?” The Godling sneers, devil tail flicking irritably, “You hurt me. And you hurt Bass. You used me to hurt bass, actually, which is worse.” A lot worse, “This is exactly why we don’t let mortals go on God juice, pig. You’re already unstable enough.”

Maybe that bit was uncalled for.

bloodgala

What is this?

This is a roleplaying event themed as a gala. Everyone in the realm will be given new fancy cosmetics and set out to mingle, dance, and generally have a good time at an Entity organized gala.

When will this event run for?

It will run for all of September.

How do I participate?

A post will be made at the event’s start and after that you can make rp starters, post art, or send ask that have to do with the gala. Please tag all these things with #bloogala2021

Can I participate?

If you are within the Dead by Daylight roleplaying community you can participate. Just be sure you have reblogged this post so that I can follow you.

Is there a discord?

The discord link will be posted September 1st. Everyone is free to join to plot and share in the fun.

I have further questions.

If you have other questions that were not answered here feel free to send an ask to @bloodgala

#bloodgala 2021

[HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?]

Bonny’s growin’ up. She wanted to show off.

#vivid dreams;; art/aesthetic #Under the wrap;; ooc #//URRGGGG she's so pretty #// they grow so fast quq

🐈 a red dot of death appears on entity's forehead what now

Bonny turns to look at Bass, and her eyes lock onto a bright red dot. Her pupils are blown massive in seconds, and she goes deadly still. Barely the tip of her still puffed up tail twitches, ears lowered. She's stalking that red dot. She'll get it if it kills her.

“Uhh... Bonny? Are you okay, my darling?” The Entity is concerned, unsure as to why she suddenly responded in that way. He had no experience with cats, and therefore knew nothing of their typical body language.

#Devotee summons;; rp #Golden God;; the Bastard Entity #cat meme #//borderline crack at this point

The godling doesn’t respond, staying frozen for a few more seconds before launching herself at Bass, tackling him and batting at his face. When the dot disappears, she awkwardly clambers off, frowning and searching for the dot. She’ll fucking destroy it, once she finds it.

🐈 a red dot of death appears on entity's forehead what now

Bonny turns to look at Bass, and her eyes lock onto a bright red dot. Her pupils are blown massive in seconds, and she goes deadly still. Barely the tip of her still puffed up tail twitches, ears lowered. She's stalking that red dot. She'll get it if it kills her.

#Bonny Speaks;; ic #cat meme #//mega kitty mode rn

🐈 - a toy mouse suddenly rolls across the floor. You should catch it. You don't want your Entity having a mouse problem, now do you?

[connected to this post]

Bonny is about to begrudgingly curl up and clam down when she sees the little thing roll across the floor. Instantly, she dive bombs the mouse, summoning her knife and driving it into the floor, effectively cutting the toy in half. Her tails thrashes all over the place, ears pinned back.

She yells angrily when she realizes that the mouse was just a little felt mimicry of the real thing.

Bonny is not happy.

#Bonny Speaks;; ic #cat meme #//ARRGGG

🐈 (they're still the same picture)

Suddenly, things are very loud. Bonny groans, covering her ears. Or at least trying to cover where she thought her ears were. Now they're a bit higher and- fuzzy? what the?

She's got cat ears.

"What the fuck!?" The godling shouts, yanking on the large feline traits. Immediately she yelps, because that hurt, "I swear to- Bass!? Did you do this?" Bon stomps up to her resting Entity, her tail puffed up and thrashing around in irritation, "Undo it!"

She's angry. Bonny is an angry cat.

#Bonny Speaks;; ic #cat meme

naughtyandnicerpmemes

Send 🐈 for the receiving muse to grow cat ears and a tail for a day.

Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!

looking-for-legends

(Oh perfect.)

#Ordered to act;; prompts #//DO ITTTT

[[also hi]]

ღ bonny

[Send a symbol for a text: Accepting] @deathless-disciple

ღ for an affectionate text

#Under the wrap;; ooc #//reblog #Golden God;; the Bastard Entity

//SOBS qwq//

A trip to the mortal realm

Gaining strength, the Entity was capable of following Bonny without having to rely on her body for support. He simply held onto her hand to avoid them splitting, but other than that, the feeling of his legs being made of jelly had passed. The sun was the only thing bothering him currently, the godling even adapting to the amount or mortals surrounding them. All with their own little problems, all with different smells caused by different emotions.

"We cannot affect the mortal realm, as we can our home, for it lacks the same building blocks. The fog realm is a part of us. It is our energy and in a way, our body," the Entity explained. "This is why we are so weak in here. We can taint what we find but we can't control the entire world. Not even Taker would be capable of doing so."

Once they entered the alley, the Bastard leaned against the wall and stretched a little in his new body. It wasn't strong, but it wasn't fragile either. Perhaps better than the survivor he used in the realms. A person that knew of work, but wasn't unlucky to be sent into the mines. Although that did not matter for it was already morphing into what he used normally in the realms. Blue eyes turned into honey and then gained their typical glow.

"I hate the daylight," he mumbled.