MUTILATION—IS—SALVATION

I AM THE PATRON SAINT OF YOUR DEMISE—

[salva7ion]

▒▒ If you were CAST OUT, what's your next move going to be?▒▒ ▒▒▒ Will you return cold, or will you turn up the HEAT? ▒▒▒

┌ SALVA7ION ┘— a selective & independent, slow activity original character (Ira) handcrafted with care by Alfio {They/it | 25+ | EST. } est. Sep. 2025 — Content warning for dark themes dealing with religious trauma, abuse, and violence — 18+ and Suggestive content may be posted tagged as #suggestive cw ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒

┌ A STUDY IN ┘— : being built of desperation, immortality as a curse, Ouroboros, the art of being the sacrificial lamb, loyalty, the black and white, wrath, self-made martyrdom, obsession to the point of madness, violence being the only answer, love like religion, and the dog biting back.

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RULES BELOW THE CUT:

-THIS blog can and will contain triggering material! Please follow at your own discretion!! I tag everything as best as I can and I’m hoping I can make this a comfortable experience for everyone. Some topics explored include but not limited to: PTSD, Religious Trauma, Suicidal Ideation, Substance Abuse, Anger Issues, Anxiety, etc.

- ABSOLUTELY no God-modding/metagaming, the usual don’t be that person spiel you know. Also don’t be racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, etc. Like for real it’ll be the fastest block you’ve ever seen.

- MUSE =/= MUN, Ira tends to be very volatile and an asshole among other things, so please do not conflate the muse with the writer. They're off the shits man that ain't me.

- SEND me an ask or IM me if you’d like to start a thread! I’m not the best at plotting because I tend to be very vague but I’ll certainly try my best! Random interactions are fine as well too, I’d just prefer if you tagged me in a post instead of sending an ask for this one (doesn’t apply to inbox memes). I also don’t do welcome posts, but if you make one for me I’d be happy to respond!

- THAT being said I have the right to say no to certain plots/threads without a reason, most of the time though I might provide a reason. If I say no it doesn’t mean I don’t want to RP with you at all, just hit me with a few more ideas and we could figure something out!

- I’M human and life happens sometimes so give me some time to reply to threads, if I suddenly drop off the face of the earth either shoot me a message! I do go to school and work so my energy depends on that mostly!

- THIS blog is multiship (each ship happening in it’s own universe) and I work with chemistry. I'm way more comfortable with mutuals I've known for a while for any romantic ships, but I'm always down to discuss other dynamics that you may feel fit our characters!

- THREADS can be dropped if asked or even just dropped outright without any notification, I understand. I’ll probably also drop some threads too because sometimes I just can’t seem to muster up enough of my muse to continue ‘em but usually I’ll let you know!

- NSFW content can sometimes come up on this blog. More explicitly sexual content will be done under a read more. Sometimes I might push to a fade to black situation but I do want to get better at writing certain things. so I might try my hand at getting a little bit out of my comfort zone. That doesn’t mean I won’t let you know when I want a certain type of interaction to wrap up in a “fade to black” type of way. Depictions of violence/gore/drug use are a-okay and everything will be tagged accordingly.

- IF you want to continue an ask as a thread please move it to it’s own text post and tag me in it! It’s a lot easier to thread that way for me.

- I don't care if you reblog aesthetic posts/inbox memes from me. I literally could care less so feel free to, just don't over do it!

[salva7ion]

I think we're doomed, and now, there's no way back—

[salva7ion]

i have so many ideas and so little time but one thing that has plagued me all day today has been what if? darkin Ira? :)

like ik na'afiri is the dagger but who give a shit. two darkin daggers. i mean ira is more a stiletto knife more than anything but i think its interesting to consider this as an au lol......

[astrronomemes]

AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS

a collection of dialogue prompts for or about characters who have been treated or trained as weapons by others, valued only for their capacity for violence, destruction, and harm. trigger warnings for mentions of murder and violence. change & alter as needed.

THE WEAPON:

"I'm not proud of the person they've turned me into. But it's all I know. And it's too late for me to change now."

"If there was ever any good in me, there's none left anymore."

"I don't know where the blood ends. Where my hands begin."

"I do what it takes to survive. And I don't care if that makes me a villain."

"I'm good at hurting people. I'm not going to apologize for doing what I'm good at."

"I'll never know who I could have been if they hadn't made me into this."

"This is your fault! You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this!"

"Don't try and get close to me. You'll just get yourself hurt."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not very good at being good."

"I don't really know how to be gentle."

"I'm not nice, and I'm not going to pretend to be. Deal with it."

"They made me a monster."

"They're all afraid of me. And they're right to be. You should be, too."

"I know I'm a villain. I don't need you to tell me that."

"Look at what they did to me! Look at what they made me into! It's their fault! They ruined me!"

"I wish they'd just killed me. I wish they'd just killed me instead of turning me into this. Being dead is better than being a monster."

"I know you're scared of me. It's okay. Everyone is."

"What does it matter whether I feel guilty about it or not? I still did it. Being sorry doesn't change that."

"Who am I if I'm not a monster?"

"No one could ever love me after everything I've done."

"Why aren't you afraid of me? How can you not be afraid of me?"

"I don't even know who I am without them pulling my strings."

"You want me to be the villain so bad? I can damn well provide."

"I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to hurt people. I want to be gentle. I want to be good."

"Who am I if I'm not what they've made me?"

"I don't need a weapon. I am one."

"Do you think I have it in me, to be good?"

THE WIELDER:

"You look so beautiful covered in somebody else's blood."

"And where did this little crisis of conscience come from all of a sudden?"

"You don't get to say no to me. Not after everything I've done for you. You owe me."

"You belong to me. You're mine."

"Where would you be without me? Who would you be without me? ...That's right. So let's try and be a little more grateful, hm?"

"I gave you everything, and this is how you choose to repay me?"

"I made you! You're nothing without me!"

"You don't make the rules, darling. That's my job."

"You are a dog, and I hold your leash. Never forget that."

"I didn't make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there."

"Look at you, coming when I call, eating out of my hand, doing everything I tell you... such a good dog, aren't you?"

"You think you can just walk away from me? Where are you going to go? Nobody else could possibly love a sick thing like you!"

"Monster is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as... helping you reach your fullest potential."

"I've got you trained so well, don't I?"

"I thought you knew better than to disobey me."

"Do you really think you can be a hero? After everything you've done?"

"Well, then, if I really ruined your life like you say, why don't you just kill me? We both know you're good at that."

"This is all you're good for. Don't go getting delusions of grandeur on me now."

"You couldn't survive without me. Don't ever delude yourself into thinking otherwise."

"I give the orders. You take them. Not the other way around."

"Destruction is really the only thing you're good at, darling. Take that away, and what's left?"

THE OBSERVER:

"You don't have to be what they tell you to be, you know? You're not stuck. You can change."

"You're not a monster. You're my friend."

"Being gentle doesn't come easy to you, does it?"

"You're a good person. I'm sorry they made you think you aren't."

"You kind of have a little... blood... on your face. ...Don't worry, I'll get it for you."

"I'm not scared of you."

"So, have you ever... you know... killed somebody?"

"You're sick, you know that? You're really sick. I can't believe you seriously do this kind of shit."

"Look, I know who you are. I know what you've done. And I'm not running away from you. You can't scare me off."

"You really are a monster."

"Why do you listen to them? Why do you take orders from them? You don't have to obey everything they tell you."

"So, let me get this straight: you know how to kill a man fifteen different ways, just with your bare hands, and you wouldn't even break a sweat... but you don't know what to do at a party?"

"You're not as mean as you want everyone to think you are."

"You say you're not a dog. So why do you blindly follow orders like one?"

"You don't have to do this. You don't have to be like this. You can choose your own path."

"You really are as bad as they say."

"Don't touch me. You have blood on your hands."

"I know you won't hurt me. I trust you."

"No! Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!"

"The world isn't just heroes and villains. You don't have to be one or the other. And just because you've been one doesn't mean you can't be the other."

"You don't have to listen to them. You don't have to obey."

"They don't get to decide who you are. No one but you gets to decide who you are."

[salva7ion]

Odyssey Verse ;;

Once a prolific oracle for the Templar Order, Ira had been trained in the ways of prophesying through ora in order to perceive both incoming threats and allies to both the order and the megafauna they guard closely. Their duty otherwise tied closely with caring for the temple they called home on a planet on the farther edges of the galaxy. But there is a wanderlust that worms its way into the corners of their mind, enticing them to crave something more than the monotonous routine they slip through each and every day.

One night a maddening prophecy reveals itself to them: the sound of laughter tearing through the cosmos, planets falling to unending war in its wake, and the source of the taunting cackle rending the galaxy to nothing but a black hole. Once woken from their restless sleep they consider confiding in the high priestess about the terrible vision only for the faintest doubt to trickle into the back of their mind. 

Every night thereafter plagued them with similar visions until cosmic horror turned its eye to Ira instead of the galaxies it preyed on every prophecy. It took notice of Ira as if they had been floating among the stars there with them, seizing hold of the oracle in an icy grip so cold it burned at their skin. There it was whispering complete madness to them as it cackled and howled with laughter: promises of a greater purpose than the Templars could ever offer them, something which worms its way into Ira’s mind enough to make them consider. As the cosmic horror— Shaco was his name— gave Ira the ultimatum in order to receive this blessing, find the gate in which would allow him to travel to their universe. Simple as that. And Ira agreed.

The dark corruptant’s grip on their mind had taken hold after this vision, forming a bond with Ira and further pushing them away from the Templars. The routine they had dutifully committed to for years was suddenly tossed aside and had not gone unnoticed. So when they begin questioning the locations of the ora gates that does not bode well for their favor among their fellow Templars, especially the high priestess who bars them from knowing any and all information about the gate. Shaco tightens his grip on Ira, luring them farther away from the hands of the Templars until they fully defect and begin their search for the gate themselves. A journey that would prove both difficult and treacherous unbeknownst to the oracle now without the guidance of the other Templars.

Traffics Templar artifacts to fund their search of the fabled Ora gate they are being asked to open.

Focusing their abilities on hallucination inducement that carry over from their traditional verse, requires skin to skin contact in order for it to be used. They are usually wearing gloves/gauntlets for this reason.

Scarring in this is cosmic damage from where Shaco gripped them in the vision, which led to the first rift of distrust with the rest of the Templars after receiving said scarring.

Always seen with with a blindfold over their eyes, initially gives the impression that they seem meek.

Once being ostracized by the Templars they're not necessarily naive to how people are outside of that sheltered raising but they do take a lot of things at face value (so propaganda for the Demaxian empire works on them in the like "huh. they seem to be doing good for the people" way).

Also once ostracized they lead a much more hedonistic lifestyle, trading in their Templar garb for clothes that are much more casual and comfortable to do dubious business in.

Hair pin that keeps their bun up and in place will break away into two stiletto plasma daggers.

Can and will employ bounty hunters to task them with finding leads for the Ora gate they are looking for, often paying them a ridiculous salary because credits mean nothing to them.

[salva7ion]

ive been rotating different skinlines for league to shove ira into and my latest fixation is fucking. ODYSSEY..... HERATIC TEMPLAR WHO WORSHIPS A DARK STAR...... BEHOLD!!!!!

[svdcvnt]

Everything I’ve Ever Let Go Of Has Claw Marks On It

Artist: David Altmejd

[salva7ion]

it me birthday so i force dash to look at the ship i have for ira that exists in my brain and in this instance. anyways. ira & rhaast be upon ye :possumhappy:

[anurp]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ 𖤍 𝘈𝘕𝘜𝘙𝘗 ⸻ MISCELLANEOUS LYRICS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. MAY CONTAIN MATURE THEMES.

❛ i guess you had a place you had to get to. ❜

❛ i saw the truth inside the real you. ❜

❛ there's no pain that i won't go through, even if i have to die for you. ❜

❛ 'cause the only hell i know is without you. ❜

❛ but now it's just me alone in this damn room. ❜

❛ the more i search the more i lose clarity. ❜

❛ i should've worshiped her sooner. ❜

❛ feels like we having matching wounds. ❜

❛ mine's still black and blue and yours is perfectly fine. ❜

❛ will we survive to stay the same ? ❜

❛ you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be. ❜

❛ you bleed just to know you're alive. ❜

❛ i know that look you give when we're fighting. ❜

❛ i don't deserve someone loyal to me. ❜

❛ you look pretty when i make you cry. ❜

❛ pretty little thing telling pretty lies. ❜

❛ it's hard to breathe sometimes. ❜

❛ baby, i'm the only future you've got. ❜

❛ i'd fall to pieces if i went anywhere without her. ❜

❛ she keeps me up all night. ❜

❛ you're a scam, everything is rotten in your mind. ❜

❛ did i really need to tell you what the truth was ? ❜

❛ don't try to justify yourself. ❜

❛ you know i know the truth and you're still lying to my face. ❜

❛ you play the victim when you're the snake. ❜

❛ i'm so good at telling lies. ❜

❛ 'cause now i'm scared that everyone i love will leave me. ❜

❛ someone who loves you wouldn't do this. ❜

❛ what is the point of doing nothing at all ? ❜

❛ 'cause staying silents' the same as dying. ❜

❛ days seem sometimes as if they'll never end. ❜

❛ don't ask me why i hate myself. ❜

❛ am i what you think about all late at night ? ❜

❛ you make it look so easy, leaving everything behind. ❜

❛ not asking for much, man, i thought maybe you'd call me. ❜

❛ the skeletons in your closet started breaking free. ❜

❛ am i on your mind ? don't you deny it. ❜

❛ i never should've said goodbye, but maybe that's what stupid people do. ❜

❛ but you know, you hurt me pretty good too. ❜

❛ i hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime. ❜

❛ i don't believe in god, but i believe that you're my saviour. ❜

❛ i sleep so i can see you, 'cause i hate to wait so long. ❜

❛ hey, call me back when you get this. ❜

❛ it's not you, it's me and all that other bullshit. ❜

❛ why are you pointing at me with that knife ? ❜

❛ you loved me, and now you don't anymore. ❜

❛ shame is sharp and my skin gives so easy. ❜

❛ you love blood too much, but not like i do. ❜

❛ sweet, mourning lamb ... there is nothing you can do. ❜

❛ i can see it in your eyes, he keeps looking at me. ❜

❛ i am the face of love's rage. ❜

[valtsv]

stabbing as a metaphor for penetration is great but when are we going to talk about pressing down on where someone is wounded to disarm them or just to be cruel while fighting. does nobody else care about the perverse intimacy of knowing exactly where to touch to overpower someone. the grotesque vulnerability of it. especially if you're the one who wounded them in the first place.

[salva7ion]

Thinking about how Ira will somehow always find themselves falling into the role of a glorified guard dog, either with or without realizing it; isn't that type of devotion worth it's weight in blood?

[salva7ion]

A follow up

[salva7ion]

Thinking about how Ira will somehow always find themselves falling into the role of a glorified guard dog, either with or without realizing it; isn't that type of devotion worth it's weight in blood?

[salva7ion]

Make an effigy and stick it full of pins so you'll remember you're in this alone, you made yourself a martyr— And it feels so good to fall on the sword. It feels so good to fall on the sword—

Independent, fandom-less oc ; Ira — given form by Alfio with verses for Fantasy/D&D & League of Legends. | dark themes are afoot, discretion advised.

┌ A STUDY IN ┘— : being built of desperation, immortality as a curse, Ouroboros, the art of being the sacrificial lamb, loyalty, the black and white, wrath, self-made martyrdom, obsession to the point of madness, violence being the only answer, love like religion, and the dog biting back.

[salva7ion]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘?

self-inflicted —

you were given the choice to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never choose it. not intentionally, oh no, you didn’t know it was a grave you were digging. but with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. every decision doomed you more. had it been anyone else, they would have made it. but you? you are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. the true tragedy of it all, is how preventable it was.

tagged by: @/desiderixm tagging: :babenpoint: YOU.

[salva7ion]

09.   a  kiss  to  prove  a  point. (from rhaast)

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔

Cinched at the wrist, it’s like a shackle the moment his fingers snake around it. And with a touch like fire— you’d have thought Ira had grown used to being put to the flame. But they don’t turn to look at him, not at first at least. The two push and pull at each other like magnets. Each time they crash together more explosively than the last. Had it been anyone else perhaps they’d turn the fury bubbling in their chest onto them; bear their teeth like the mongrel they wanted to be. Ira hisses and spits, a cat with its hackles raised all to be scruffed immediately by Rhaast’s hand. They should yank their hand away. They should.

But it’s the way he had said their name, sickly sweet, as they’re pulled closer. The fatal mistake of a look thrown over their shoulder is all he needed to dig his claws in deep. A bouquet of pretty words coupled with eyes pleading earnestly; it stifles what was burning them from the inside out. Ira should know better. They’re spun around just as quickly, body pressed flush against him— perfectly, like two pieces of the same puzzle. 

‘Don’t you know I would die without you?’ he had whispered but Ira barely made out the words as Rhaast cradles their face, tilting their head up and thumbing lightly along their jaw. Ira grimaces, fists curling into the fabric of his shirt as a feeble attempt to gain a sliver of their control in this back. All of it snatched away the moment Rhaast’s lips pressed roughly to theirs. The half-hearted punch against his chest is Ira’s white flag, their eyes squeezing shut before their hands are tangling in his hair desperately and they melt into his embrace. He’d proven it time and time again that no matter how hard Ira would try to push him away, he’d find a way to fall back into their orbit. For better or for worse. “—Mi odio per amarti,” the words are snarled against Rhaast’s mouth the moment they break to breathe, only for Ira to pull him back in again harder than before.

[salva7ion]

01 . a kiss to say hello . — Thistle

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔

Ira had grown quite accustomed to Thistle’s presence, dare even to say they enjoy the conversations they’ve shared and perhaps considered her a friend. It feels like every other day they had something new to gossip over the drinks and appetizers that neither one of them would pay for, one way or the other.

Speaking of, an idle hand swirls a dingy glass of red wine before setting it down unimpressed: a peace offering ushered to them from another patron who thought attention could be bought. The look of disgust cut short as pristine white flicks into their peripheral, instead twisting their lips into a small smile turning their full attention to him. But before they could even push out a greeting Thistle’s lips found theirs. No stranger to the gesture, Ira returns the kiss like the muscle memory that it is. Cordial and with a sly grin plastered across their own as they do so. A hand began to snake along his shoulder as fingers tapped in beat to a tune Ira only knew along the exposed skin there before he settled in across from them.

“What was that vulpina,” they barely missed a beat at biting their own tongue. Perhaps a bit more forward than what they usually shared, Ira surely wasn't complaining. The giggle that followed would have been lethal to anyone else; arching their brow and bottom lip pinched beneath their teeth. A gentle flick against Thistle’s arm is the last bit of contact they’ll get before Ira’s hand is back to swirling the mediocre red in their glass. “Give me a warning next time,” a short sip of their drink before their head tilts in the direction of the person who had bought them the drink, a flash of their gold fang, “—could have made their night a lot worse with it.”

[ohisms]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .    (   a  series  of  kiss  prompts .   some  nsfw  material  present .   )

❛  01 .   a  kiss  to  say  hello . ❛  02 .   a  kiss  for  the  first  time . ❛  03 .   a  kiss  after  a  long  time  apart . ❛  04 .   a  kiss  to  apologize . ❛  05 .   a  kiss  to  forgive . ❛  06 .   a  kiss  during  a  fight . ❛  07 .   a  kiss  to  say  what  you  can’t  say  aloud . ❛  08 .   a  kiss  in  secret  /  a  forbidden  kiss . ❛  09 .   a  kiss  to  prove  a  point . ❛  10 .   a  kiss  against  a  wall . ❛  11 .   a  kiss  on  a  rooftop . ❛  12 .   a  kiss  that  seals  a  marriage . ❛  13 .   a  kiss  before  one  goes  away . ❛  14 .   a  kiss  in  the  shower . ❛  15 .   a  kiss  that  comes  out  of  nowhere . ❛  16 .   a  kiss  first  thing  in  the  morning . ❛  17 .   a  kiss  last  thing  at  night . ❛  18 .   a  kiss  during  combat . ❛  19 .   a  kiss  during  a  fake  relationship . ❛  20 .   a  kiss  out  of  desperation . ❛  21 .   a  kiss  on  the  cheek . ❛  22 .   a  kiss  on  the  forehead . ❛  23 .   a  kiss  on  the  back  of  the  hand . ❛  24 .   a  kiss  on  the  neck . ❛  25 .   a  kiss  on  the  fingertips . ❛  26 .   a  kiss  on  the  stomach . ❛  27 .   a  kiss  to  end  the  sexual  tension . ❛  28 .   a  kiss  over  a  scar . ❛  29 .   a  kiss  over  a  wound . ❛  30 .   a  kiss  to  say  goodbye .