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@bloodthriived
WE CAN SAVE EVERYONE WITHIN US.
@bloodthriived // the remnants of humanity given new form. the evolved consciousness. the sole survivor. guardian of the light.....and the foolish god that watches through a pinhole.
cast through the endless dark with @ficklefables & @amischiefofmuses married to @cosmosbled
ELLI.
THE EYE.
EISHA. (WIP)
RULES UNDER CUT.
"The sky was blood red and filled with smoke. And through it a devil appeared, its face was twisted with rage and hatred. When it was over my parents were gone. I will never forget the wretched cries of the dead..."
lovely promo made by MOCHA <3
“You god damn coward!” (simon and elli!)
@bottomshelfheroes
the rage she feels is as vast as the endless black that consumed the cosmos.
most of her is afraid, confused. there are too many noises in her head. voices from past lives she doesn't remember. the call call of the watcher in the void, speaking in tongues of salvations. and the predatory impulse to chase. to pursue. to feed.
ellimandehdai does not know what she is. yet something in her twisted and repurposed flesh boils hotter than the blood around her with sheer hatred.
a coward? he dares to call her a coward?
"WE DID WHAT WAS BEST!" she roars through the bloodied speaker. it rattles against the inner hull, red oozing down and drip-drip-dripping onto the floor.
"WE CREATED. YOU DESTROYED. IF ANYONE IS A COWARD DOWN HERE, IT'S YOU, BUTCHER!"
Send "You look like you...", complete the sentence, and see how my muse reacts to being told that!
( Ex: "You look like you bite people." or "You look like you get mad when someone doesn't say "bless you" when you sneeze." )
happy sinday. the only thing you will get from me is that eisha has both.
drops mic.
The Martian ( Book ) Starters
“I’m pretty much fucked. That’s my considered opinion. Fucked.”
“What you know? I’m in command.”
“My asshole is doing as much to keep me alive as my brain.”
“Astronauts are inherently insane.”
“One in three, based on empirical data. That’s pretty bad when you think about it.”
“Well, I didn’t die.”
“How come Aquaman can control whales? They’re mammals! Makes no sense.”
“Everything went great right up to the explosion.”
“Rover experimental missions will be ‘Sirius’ missions. Get it? Dogs? Well if you don’t, fuck you.”
“I guess you could call it a ‘failure’, but I prefer the term ‘learning experience’.”
“It would kill me to death!”
“Holy shit, it worked!”
“They know I’m alive!”
“Brought product to surface of Mars. It stopped working, 0/10.”
“Really looking forwards to not dying.”
[text]: Look a pair of boobs! -> (.Y.)
“I don’t want to come off as arrogant here, but I’m the best botanist on the planet.”
“I’m your face, Neil Armstrong!”
“Anything, oh God, ANYTHING but Disco!”
[text]: Please tell them that each and every one of their mothers is a prostitute.
“You god damn coward!”
“We’re talking about mutiny!”
“That makes me a pirate! A space pirate!”
“Well I fucked up..”
“It’s a stupid idea. I’m not doing it.”
“It’s true you know. In space, no one can hear you scream like a little girl.”
“Yes, there are assholes who just don’t care, but they’re massively outnumbered by the people who do.”
“This is the happiest day of my life.”
Y̷̖̍ö̷̻́u̵͔̕ ̶̠̬̀l̴̻̅õ̷̲ȯ̷̘̔k̵͎̍ ̵̭̈́̌l̸̹̞͑̓ǫ̷͉̈́̕n̷̥̳̈́é̵͍l̶̼̀̂ͅy̶̘͊̆.̸͍̙͋.̶̢͓̏̓.̷͔͂ ̵̨̄̔ ̵̜̍̀
̵͔̥́͗I̶̙̾ ̸̢̆͛ĉ̵̖a̷̡̠͐ň̴̮ ̵̛̫f̶̗̂i̵̞̍̒x̵̢̟͝ ̵͚̝̽t̵̨̔̋ḧ̷͇͍͠ä̶̟́t̶̲̆.̶̪̇
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Simon can have his own version of doomed yuri after he gets assimilated into the blood eel (or ningen / merperson I guess)
Madly in love with the idea of the Blood Ocean being very… ocean-like. It’s filled with kelp and seaweed like ribbons of sinewy flesh and branching aortas; the shore is lined with blistery barnacles; there are reefs made of mutated bone in the deeper areas; the bottom is coagulated blood but it’s a little silty, like sand; it reeks of iron but there’s also just a bit of a salty smell there too; it has tides despite there being no driving gravitational force, bc Blood Magic™️, tides that churn up waves and spray and froth and foam; there’s fish in there, and all kinds of animals, but they are all mutated and rotten and dead, like deep sea creatures dredged up to the surface bursting from their skin in the sudden pressure change.
But then there’s the parts that aren’t so ocean-like. The waves are thick and briny, much more so than water, you can hardly ever see the bottom, even on the shore. Plus it’s just so eerily warm, like it’s alive. It’s not just blood, it’s like freshly-spilled blood, blood that’s still pumping through a living organism. In fact, if you stand really still, the waves almost start to feel rhythmic instead of random, like a beating heart lies somewhere within the depths.
It’s an ocean, there’s no denying that, in literally every way you can think of, it’s an ocean, just made of blood. But there’s something about it that’s just so utterly wrong.
" i can't. the pain is too strong. " - the eye :)
@patronsblood
"SIMON."
it seems like the entire ocean ripples, the entire moon shakes. the watcher in the void sees him. all of him. the butcher, the child, the sacrificial lamb, and the man who wants to live.
this is a side of humanity it hadn't yet witnessed before. the sheer perseverance. simon continues on, missing a limb and covered in boils; the new flesh is beginning to grow under the surface. soon he will shed his old skin and arise as a beautiful, new creature.
a butterfly from a cocoon.
"IT HURTS. BUT PAIN IS CLEANSING." azizamandehdai rumbles from all around him. for it is the blood, it is the sky, the dark, the light. it is retribution, purity, perfection.
"BREAK FREE. EMBRACE THE LIGHT. BECOME MORE, SON OF EDEN."
❛ there’s nobody there ! it’s just you , it’s just you . ❜ - for eisha
@patronsblood
fear is an alien feeling to them. because before all this, there had been nothing to be afraid of. everything made sense, was as it should be. the blood would sing and nourish but overall, life was mundane. boring. the same sights, sounds, smells. for something so sentient, so inquisitive, the lack of stimuli was painful.
but then the 13th vessel came. at least, it had a 13 printed on its side when they met. and within that vessel, was a companion.
a companion whom sister did not like.
her voice rattles the inside of their skill like claws frantically digging into their brain. they jolt, thrashing within their makeshift tank, gills opening and closing at a rapid pace. gasping for air.
"he lies to you." she says.
"he will bring you nothing but suffering." she says.
"he is the butcher." she says.
she is far away, but they can hear her as if she is right beside them, can feel her unblinking eyes observing them in a way that transcends a mortal existence. but they try to focus on simon, try to listen to his words to ground themself.
"hurrrtttsss..." they slur through mindspeak, clutching their temples with webbed hands. "she is loud. she is here. she is with us."
❛ why don’t you just kill me ? ❜ - for elli.
@patronsblood
it's a valid question, one that triggers her violent, inner turmoil once more. she hates him. she understand him. she fears him. she holds empathy for him.
so many minds, so many souls...
so many bodies.
everything all fused together, put in a blender and forced into the mold of an entirely new being. she doesn't fully understand what she is. but she knows this stranger in the blood is supposed to represent the worst of humanity. a convict with a body count. some of the voices in her skull screech about filament station. about how they had research there. loved ones there.
it's all so confusing, driven by impulse and instinct instead of rational thought.
she looms behind the sm-13, a massive titan of flesh and bone and gristle. but she keeps her distance, despite how easy it would be to puncture the hull with her rib like teeth, to watch the blood take him and add him to the endless noise within her.
"because the watcher in the void wants you alive. for now." her voice is soft, almost resigned. the creator says he has purpose, that it has plans for the great butcher of eden.
and she is not strong enough to question.
EVERYONE SHUT UP MY WIFE IS BACK
@cosmosbled
꒷꒦︶What would you give to survive? I just want to live. Is that so wrong? ︶꒦꒷
Indie Multimuse Ft. Simon - Submerged by Sai - @ficklefables @amazesonged - Indie Rocky - Puppeted by Vexi - Indie Elli - @bloodthriived Indie Multimuse Ft. Grace - Spacebound by Magpie - @amischiefofmuses
⋆.˚⭒⋆ I thought you made peace, question? Don't send me off to die! Please! ⋆⭒˚.⋆
@convict-transmissions // cont.
"you seem sad." they say softly through mindspeak, dragging their talons against the grate of the sm-13's flooring. they feel confused, conflicted. is their gift not...good? is he not fond of it? his sister said it would remind him of home.
whatever his home had been like.
"did i upset you?"
@staticbrajn
humans are strange things. they are so vastly fragile in both body and mind, that eisha can not help but be endeared. they are fragile in their own way, yes. but there are still vast differences between human and bloodborn that interests them immensely.
their claws trace the knuckles on the back of his hands, their body halfway risen out of their pool of blood. they insisted upon this; this strange comparison of flesh and forms.
they smooth a palm up his arm to his shoulder, stopping only when their curled digits bump against the side of the knife sheath.
eishamandehdai hums, intrique making their silver eyes glow.
"what is this for?"
@amischiefofmuses // cont.
there had been people here, once. they were not...fond of them. they had snared them in a trap, luring them close to the crimson surface with strange sounds they had never heard before.
they were flawed in their curiosity, the watcher had often said.
then the people had put them in the tank so they could stay alive. but they poked them with needles. restrained them with chains. cut pieces off their body, ushering their screaming flesh away.
they hurt eishamandehdai, so they made no attempt to communicate, even though it would be easy to reach out with their mindspeak- but what would be the point. the more they learned about eishamandehdai, the more they hurt them.
they didn't like the pain.
then the people started to get sick. they were throwing up dark ichor, turning pale, wasting away. and within no time, eishamandehdai was alone. and the loneliness was not comforting. but now there was a a new person here.
a stranger.
their eyes rove over his form, studying him with an bright sort of intensity. help, the stranger says. the stranger wants to help.
suspicious....
"i don't think i could eat you, even if i tried." they observe simply, allowing their mindspeak to wash over his mental plane. then they pause, considering with a thoughtful tilt of their head. "how can you help me?"
Blood eel sketch that I ended up coloring, isn’t she so cute!!
