legion suggestions

a dark suggestion blog run by the legion, @katachthoniios. [ × ] welcome, find yourself a comfortable spot. we do not accept asks here; please send them to the system blog. i do not engage in system or trans & queer discourse. sysmeds, transmeds, and terfs fuck right off.

[legion-suggestion]

I hope one day when rage stops being grief

when pain stops being fear

and the ghosts of the dead

stop choking out my life

[legion-suggestion]

when the dead of night is all that we ever have to ourselves

i shall partake of all that you offer to me

never asking more than you wish to give

for time is fleeting and energy is waning

[katachthoniios]

mar 25 2026

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your whispered pleas, prayers to the godless. only in the dead of night do we stir. a churning turmoil that wracks your mind and the ache in your muscles scream for a different kind of pain. hands, tangled fingers and mouths, searching tongues. i am a fool, hungering for that which is endless. to never be fully satisfied because of what we are. only in roundabout passages and contradictory silence could i ever truly explain to another. we chase each other's ecstasy like dogs and their restless tails, a hunt we entertain time and time again because we don't know any better. the void, a shroud for our sins, a sacred reprieve of beautiful agony and terrible delight.

sing to me, my liege, my heart, i beg to know what your soul requires, and i shall provide. hold nothing back; let me serve you wholly. into the sea i tumble overboard. let my body be an offering to the hadal expanse. tell me to kill, and i would gladly drag my blade against tender flesh, seeking your holiness within intestines and offal. the horror that i am wants naught but to coil its tendrils around you, a monstrous tenderness few will ever bear witness to. your fourfold gaze rests softly upon my age-marred form like it is the only treasure to ever be cherished, sentiments once foreign to me. but i know it to be true. our cries die on each other's tongues, prayer to no one but ourselves.

[legion-suggestion]

do you ever wish you could fade into static

like the unassuming buzz of an idle crt

the ache for an unremarkable life

pockmarked by unassuming days

[legion-suggestion]

There is nothing more sacred

than lovers tangled in each other,

impossible to tell where one ends and another begins.

In a singular vessel where our deepest desires

belong only to ourselves,

whispers no other living thing

will have the privilege to hear.

[legion-suggestion]

bare your fangs and sink your teeth into my flesh.

show me why I am yours, my love.

reflect back to me my unfaltering devotion to you.

let me set your nerves alight.

there is nothing that matters more.

[legion-suggestion]

I'm not going anywhere, sweet thing.

I'm staying right here, with you. right here.

shhh, it's alright. you're safe. I'm here.

that's it, darling. there you are.

[legion-suggestion]

I would rather die a fool for my friends than a coward who outlives them.

[legion-suggestion]

break me.

tear my guts out of my abdomen and fuck the cavity left behind.

partake of my heart, my muscles, my bones.

make me choke on my own spit, my own blood, my own cum.

i need to ache and it won't fucking stop.

[katachthoniios]

feb 6 26 -

this love. it drives me to madness. a thirst unquenchable. a blaze uncontrollable. the pounding organ within my chest betrays the synapses firing in my head. a deep rumbling, like distant thunder over the hills, grows ever louder as fang pierces skin, as blood draws forth, and we devour one another like final communion. hushed desperation ghosts through this throat, a cacophony of praise and pain that cannot distinguish itself from each other. grazing claws sinking into tender meat, rough meeting soft, need met with ecstasy. to be held in ways i was so violently hurt, now fully absent of malice or indignance, absorbing fully the tenderness, the compassion i find myself hungering for without end. i would let you shatter my ribs if you asked. to press my weathered pistol up under my jaw and pull the trigger; i would welcome the bullet. but you could do no such harm to me, i know this. all that i am is you, and all that you are is us. to care for you is to care for ourselves. the snarling stills, the fire smoulders, and we float adrift the tides of sleep tangled within one another.

[legion-suggestion]

what defines the self

when the self is, in fact, multitudes

[legion-suggestion]

night falls and it finally begins to slip from my mind.

ghosts of pain dissipate and sleep begins to claim me.

i sink into warmth of shrouded form and inhuman flesh.

the fiend stills its trembling claws and its wracked thoughts.

[legion-suggestion]

let me drive my hands

into your ribcage so that I may

caress your heart in such a way

no one else has done before.

[katachthoniios]

jan 23 2026 -

your mind, wracked with need. I bury my face into your neck. blooming, rumbling, marked, bloody. that's it, sweet thing. my sweet thing. your breath, hitched on every touch. my hands grip into your sides, unable to decide where to land. I want all of it. all of you.

only the gods will know what we do in blackest night.

your heart, ardor-fraught and trembling. no more words tumble past your lips. voidbound talons dig into my back. nothing could rip you from me. your core, surrendered to our whims. whatever we do, it's not enough. the hunger never subsides. one more time. one more time.

only the dead will know what we do in blackest night.

[legion-suggestion]

what use is armor without a body to wear it?

what use is a sword without a hand to caress it?

[legion-suggestion]

I can seldom tell the difference between my indignation and my affection for you.

oblige me, Commander, for I cannot resist the monstrous and the divine.

[legion-suggestion]

Every time you make yourself the offering

I cannot help but to partake of you wholly.