purely impure

~ open starter ~

imperfect-beast:

“If you give an alcoholic alcohol, are you helping or hurting them…?”He joked softly, through grated teeth though and a hiss of pain as an accompaniment, “Neither- it’s none of your business anyways so you might as well just help a man out…” he added, finishing his “joke” with a cracked voice.

Attempting to take a deep breath in resulted in nasty coughing fit, bits of black ooze and blood spattered around him. In reality, he knew what the sugar was made of and he likely should’ve been reprimanded sooner for what he was doing and he supposed that’s what was happening now as he found himself on his hands and knees, coughing up bits of whatever he had eaten last…some sort of meat presumably

“Please-” Batter whispered, closing his eyes for a second to try and keep calm, steadying his breathing as much as he could and swallowing his panic and uncertainty,”I don’t want to be impure, no more than I already am. Please.” he sounded solemn and grave, no doubt serious but at the same time, almost ironically indirectly asking to purified…It was something more than odd and unsettling to see a powerful beast on his knees, begging.

He was confused by the other’s words. He didn’t know what he was talking about, and thought perhaps his addiction was addling his brain. Or maybe it was the burn setting in and working through his system. He had heard very strange things come out of elsen before they went burnt, so this seemed all the more plausible to him. But if giving him the sugar could stop it, he should try to help. He decided then that that would be the best thing to do.

Looking down at the small bag in his hand, he gave the other a small nod and slowly handed it to him. He quivered in fear, hoping that the other wouldn’t devour him as well. Maybe he should just drop the bag and run. At least then the beast would get what he wanted and he would be able to live another day. But instead he just stood there, hand outstretched and waiting for the other to make his move. It might not be the best of decisions, but he wanted to show that he did mean to help in anyway he could. It is what he thought he did best.

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It took him a second of realization to see the other was offering him the small bag and he snatched it up, not even bother to get rid of the bag itself, seeing it was already torn before downing the whole thing, making chortling/growling sounds in his throat. Normally, at least for a human-ish being, sugar took at least 15 minutes to get into the blood stream but it barely took five minutes for it to take it’s affect...Or defect, depending on the situation.

So he sat in silence, ever so often swirling his tongue around his mouth and teeth in an attempt to get any sugar he had possibly missed. His eyes were squeezed shut still, but his breathing had slowed and whatever black vapors and slime had ceased, leaving the two in an uneasy silence.

It was exactly 5 minutes and 52 seconds before he opened his eyes and looked up to Caesar, his once-thin white pupils had widened and became more or less normal and a small smile was evident on his face, but haggard. His headache was fading fast and he felt the anxiety dissipate slowly but surely,

“Thank you...”

and thus i sit here, unable to breathe through my nose, signaling the beginning of winter, blanket on my head and ears ringing and looking at memes suffering quietly till the water boils so i can make butter noodles

my uni-ball deluxe fine pen is running out of ink and I am literally sinking into a depression because of this like I use this pen for thin lines and if it could just hold out for literally one more drawing that would be enough dear lordy

Goodnight~! Will reply to any and all roleplays by morning if I manage to wake up- ily guys, g’night!

Falling apart at the seams

@imperfect-beast ??? was litarally falling apart. He was sat upon the floor, trying to put his arm back together. His eyes were wide as he made a loud whimpering noise. He tugged at the frayed string, starting to panic. He started to shake violently his back arched.

“A̢͞͡h̶̸͠h͞h̵̛g̷͟.̢̛̀.̀.̨͏̕.̶̡ ͟͢wh̶̡y̷.̢.͢..̷̶̛ẃ̀h̵͟.͞͏…̸w͞h̀y̡͢ ̶̷h̸̡̡ȩ̧ŗè͜͝.̵.͏̵̷.̢.̵̢.͟w͟͠hy̨ ́͠n̸̛.͏..̛͠͝n͠͏̧n̨o̷͞͠w̸̷̕.̕͟.̷͘.̸͡” he growled, swaying.

Although he was nothing near of a bat, his hearing wasn’t too shabby and he heard something that sounded like panic. Panic was a sound he rather enjoyed in all honesty…the Elsen made it whenever he got near. However, this particular sound didn’t sound like what he was used to and he decided to investigate. The purifying beast was met with the sight of what he would’ve called a frankenstein monster and he was utterly delighted to see so. A grin lit up on his fanged muzzle as he approached, “Hey…Need help?” he pitched his voice higher, possibly to mock or possibly so he didn’t alarm the other (as he had no idea who or what ??? was…) with his normally gravely and sickeningly smooth voice, it was hard to tell

??? looked up swiftly with an expression that made him look like he was about to cry. He was shaking heavily, looking quite distressed before trying to speak “Wh̶̴͟.̷̢.́̕.́͠.̢ẃh̨́o̸ ̴̶a͜r҉͢͏è̡.̶̡.̴̷͜.̶̡.͏.̴̕ ̶͜y̧̢̛.̢͞.͠.̢͢.͜͝y̧o̶̧u̧̨.̛.̶͞.́.̷̕ ̧I.͏.̛͏.I͢ n̴e̷͝e̸̡d̵̀͞ ͡h̀͜e҉͠.͘̕…̴́͟h̨é͘͜ļ̸p̸̨҉.̛.̶̨̢.͟͢͢ h̡͝h̡̨h.̛.͜.̶͡.” He tried to express, talking in a rather garbled manner. A trail of dark liquid came from his mouth as he had opened it.

This nearly took him aback. He didn’t expect what seemed to be a distressed…puppet…of some sorts in this room. It was enough to even freak him out and he felt a shudder run up his spine, making his teeth click softly for a second,”…So do you need help…?” He was fairly certain that was what ??? had said, but had no idea how and no intention of getting closer. Ever since he had been freed from his puppeteer, he had gained a fear of anything puppet related, including the doll-like stitching on the one who stood in front of him. Small shivers went down his arms and he growled slightly at his own body.

??? nodded with a small noise, trying to grasp at the loose string. It finally came out of his grip and his arm just fell off making him let out a distressed noise. “P̶̶̛.̀͟.̸́.̸͝p̛͘l͠ea͜͝s͘e̶̡̨.͘͢.̷͞.́͏.͝͞ple̡͢a̕͝s͟e͟ ͞ḩ͏́h̨̛h͞҉e͜҉l̷͏p̴͟͠ ḿ-m͟è.̛͟.͘͢͜.͘͏.́” he cried, closing his eyes. He was fairly garbled in his speech but still clear enough to be heard. His back arched a bit as he clawed at the remains of his arm.

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“H-Help yourself!” he snapped in return, taking a step back, his eyes wide. Now he had seen some shit, really he had, but this was a but much. It was like a nightmare, though not like any one he had had before. “What the hell’s your deal!’’he squeaked, unfortunately his voice cracking in anxiety. A small part of him wanted to help, sure… But his own personally fears were overlapping that by a lot and he kept his distance.

Why do cool people follow this trash blog™

#tbh why tho

Falling apart at the seams

@imperfect-beast ??? was litarally falling apart. He was sat upon the floor, trying to put his arm back together. His eyes were wide as he made a loud whimpering noise. He tugged at the frayed string, starting to panic. He started to shake violently his back arched.

“A̢͞͡h̶̸͠h͞h̵̛g̷͟.̢̛̀.̀.̨͏̕.̶̡ ͟͢wh̶̡y̷.̢.͢..̷̶̛ẃ̀h̵͟.͞͏…̸w͞h̀y̡͢ ̶̷h̸̡̡ȩ̧ŗè͜͝.̵.͏̵̷.̢.̵̢.͟w͟͠hy̨ ́͠n̸̛.͏..̛͠͝n͠͏̧n̨o̷͞͠w̸̷̕.̕͟.̷͘.̸͡” he growled, swaying.

Although he was nothing near of a bat, his hearing wasn’t too shabby and he heard something that sounded like panic. Panic was a sound he rather enjoyed in all honesty…the Elsen made it whenever he got near. However, this particular sound didn’t sound like what he was used to and he decided to investigate. The purifying beast was met with the sight of what he would’ve called a frankenstein monster and he was utterly delighted to see so. A grin lit up on his fanged muzzle as he approached, “Hey…Need help?” he pitched his voice higher, possibly to mock or possibly so he didn’t alarm the other (as he had no idea who or what ??? was…) with his normally gravely and sickeningly smooth voice, it was hard to tell

??? looked up swiftly with an expression that made him look like he was about to cry. He was shaking heavily, looking quite distressed before trying to speak “Wh̶̴͟.̷̢.́̕.́͠.̢ẃh̨́o̸ ̴̶a͜r҉͢͏è̡.̶̡.̴̷͜.̶̡.͏.̴̕ ̶͜y̧̢̛.̢͞.͠.̢͢.͜͝y̧o̶̧u̧̨.̛.̶͞.́.̷̕ ̧I.͏.̛͏.I͢ n̴e̷͝e̸̡d̵̀͞ ͡h̀͜e҉͠.͘̕…̴́͟h̨é͘͜ļ̸p̸̨҉.̛.̶̨̢.͟͢͢ h̡͝h̡̨h.̛.͜.̶͡.” He tried to express, talking in a rather garbled manner. A trail of dark liquid came from his mouth as he had opened it.

#toomanybatters #replies #rp

This nearly took him aback. He didn’t expect what seemed to be a distressed…puppet…of some sorts in this room. It was enough to even freak him out and he felt a shudder run up his spine, making his teeth click softly for a second,”…So do you need help…?” He was fairly certain that was what ??? had said, but had no idea how and no intention of getting closer. Ever since he had been freed from his puppeteer, he had gained a fear of anything puppet related, including the doll-like stitching on the one who stood in front of him. Small shivers went down his arms and he growled slightly at his own body.

~ open starter ~

imperfect-beast:

“No…No, please I’ll take the sugar I um-” he struggled to find something convincing to say,Now that the sugar was out in the open, his cravings and ailments returned full force, having been previously distracted by the mission of finding some. He felt something in his back click and he groaned slightly, a heaviness placing itself in his chest and making it harder to breath with each minute.

Glancing around, all four eyes narrowing considerably, his normally gravely, throaty voice and been turned down to a hoarse pleading whisper,”Please, just give it to me I can pay you- I-I’ve got money-” His head pounded horribly and he shook his head to clear it, which only made it worse in retrospect.

Black saliva dribbled from gaps between his teeth, making small smoke vapors as they dripped and dropped to the ground. Did everything have to come back at once? The beast supposed the symptoms had been getting worse, but he hadn’t noticed due to the arrival of Caesar and his bag of…things.

God, he felt disgusting, practically begging for an impurity…A small side of him hoped that he wouldn’t give him the sugar and he could…well, he didn’t know what would happen…Would he burn like the Elsen did or would something else happen? He just wanted to be pure.

He stumbled back when he saw the smoke and black drool coming from the maw of the beast. Was he about to burn? He thought about running then, but that would mean leaving his items behind. He debated in his mind whether his earthly possessions were worth his life, and at the last second he decided that yes, they were.

Staring at the Batter, he now wondered whether he should give him the sugar or not. It seemed like a bad idea, giving into this man’s addiction. But if he didn’t, would the other attack him over it? Was a small bag of sugar worth all this trouble? He whined softly as he shuffled in place. This was much harder than it needed to be.

“Um…You don’t l-look so well. Are you perhaps…addicted to this stuff? I am not sure if eating more of it would help…” he said meekly as he took another step back.

#waywardbatter #replies #sugar deprivation

“If you give an alcoholic alcohol, are you helping or hurting them...?”He joked softly, through grated teeth though and a hiss of pain as an accompaniment, “Neither- it’s none of your business anyways so you might as well just help a man out...” he added, finishing his “joke” with a cracked voice.

Attempting to take a deep breath in resulted in nasty coughing fit, bits of black ooze and blood spattered around him. In reality, he knew what the sugar was made of and he likely should’ve been reprimanded sooner for what he was doing and he supposed that’s what was happening now as he found himself on his hands and knees, coughing up bits of whatever he had eaten last...some sort of meat presumably

“Please-” Batter whispered, closing his eyes for a second to try and keep calm, steadying his breathing as much as he could and swallowing his panic and uncertainty,”I don’t want to be impure, no more than I already am. Please.” he sounded solemn and grave, no doubt serious but at the same time, almost ironically indirectly asking to purified...It was something more than odd and unsettling to see a powerful beast on his knees, begging.

Falling apart at the seams

@imperfect-beast ??? was litarally falling apart. He was sat upon the floor, trying to put his arm back together. His eyes were wide as he made a loud whimpering noise. He tugged at the frayed string, starting to panic. He started to shake violently his back arched.

“A̢͞͡h̶̸͠h͞h̵̛g̷͟.̢̛̀.̀.̨͏̕.̶̡ ͟͢wh̶̡y̷.̢.͢..̷̶̛ẃ̀h̵͟.͞͏…̸w͞h̀y̡͢ ̶̷h̸̡̡ȩ̧ŗè͜͝.̵.͏̵̷.̢.̵̢.͟w͟͠hy̨ ́͠n̸̛.͏..̛͠͝n͠͏̧n̨o̷͞͠w̸̷̕.̕͟.̷͘.̸͡” he growled, swaying.

#toomanybatters #replies #m'boi is a salty bitch mhm #this works fine dear #thank you!

Although he was nothing near of a bat, his hearing wasn’t too shabby and he heard something that sounded like panic. Panic was a sound he rather enjoyed in all honesty...the Elsen made it whenever he got near. However, this particular sound didn’t sound like what he was used to and he decided to investigate. The purifying beast was met with the sight of what he would’ve called a frankenstein monster and he was utterly delighted to see so. A grin lit up on his fanged muzzle as he approached, “Hey...Need help?” he pitched his voice higher, possibly to mock or possibly so he didn’t alarm the other (as he had no idea who or what ??? was...) with his normally gravely and sickeningly smooth voice, it was hard to tell

~ open starter ~

imperfect-beast:

“Y-…Yes I do know what’s wrong but- “he trailed off, pausing to sniff the meat much like a dog would with a stranger giving them a treat, yes they wanted it but at what cost? A slimy black tongue peeked out between his teeth for a moment before it retreated back into his maw to speak,”I don’t think this will help but… What else is in your bag if you don’t mind me asking?” his impatient manner had somewhat disappeared but he was still anxious as all get out, thoughts and scenarios running through his head. Damn it all.

“If you’d rather not disclose what’s in there, could you get me a lift to the Zone 3 of this world?” Batter asked, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. His tongue had reappeared softly behind his cage of teeth, fairly gross honestly. He did smell something sweet, which gave him a sliver of hope, but was unsure if it was sugar or not and felt it was best not to ask, in the off chance it wasn’t.

He pulled his hand back when he realized the other was refusing it. Letting out a sigh, he set it next to his bag and began sifting through it once more.

“If you know the problem you should just say it. As for what’s in here, I can show you.”

Slowly he began to pull out various items from the sack. He had to take inventory on what he had anyway, so he didn’t mind showing off what he had. From the bag he pulled out a stack of tickets, a couple more slices of meat, three tunics, one of which was bloodied, a music box and the torn open bag. Looking down at it, he swore when he lifted it and saw that it was indeed leaking white granules onto the ground.

“Merde…I don’t have much for food, but I do have some sugar. Not that you would really want this sort of stuff. It’s not good for you,” he said as he tried to tie the bag in a way that would stop it from leaking. “Though to be honest, I shouldn’t say anything. I like to eat it from time to time, and so far nothing too bad has happened.”