Insatiable Temptations

What is it you desire most? We can help with that... for a small fee of course. [Warning: NSFW CONTENT]

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Wͭͤ͏͏͓̥̺̤͔̼̣̖̲e̶͚̘ͩ͂̔͛͆̽ ̟̟̮̖͔͕͕ͯ̄̀ͧ̈́͞c͔̤̼ͪͣ̋ͯ̍̔̕͟l͚̟̫̯ͭͪ͑͢͠e̱͓̞̭͎͓͋̋͠a̪͚̪͐̏ͤ̃̈́͢n̠͖̥͕͉̼̍ͮ̉̑̓͊̾́ ͇̲̦̮͖̯̦͙̂̍̏̉͂ͭ̋͒̎͜ų͉͈̮̼̹̙̉ͮ͑ͬ͞p̩̳̍͑ͥ̑̈̋ͨͣͣ̕,̰̥͓͚̙̥̼͋ͤ̎͌̋ͧͯ͆ ̐̋͛̊͏̸̫͓́m̛͇͓͔̖̦̞̄͂̑͆̔̂̚͘͝a̴̲͚̝ͧ̐͡k̩̟̖̤ͫ̅ͦ̑ͪ̓̃̚͡ė̤̠̫̈́ͤͨ̈́̿ͯ̓ ̵̰ͣ̕͡s̗̳ͮͮ̉̐̈̾ͭ̀̀͟u̽̑̃ͩ̽̏̿ͩ̽͏̝r̄ͬ҉҉͕ĕ̱̺͕̮͇͋̕͘͠ ͉̜̻̻̯͎͈̘̩͋̅̑̄t̢̪͎̘̦̙͍̩̪̬̄̃͡ḩ̘̺̘͖̞̯͑̀i̡̱͖̹̤̤͉͖̾̾́͆n͐͛͌̌͑̐̽҉͏̠͚g̉̏̀̌̐̃ͨ͏̡͔̭̜̥̦͓̮sͬ̌ͤ҉҉̘͘ ̶̛̩͍̖̫͙ͣ͆̅ͅa̧̢̟ͣ͑͂ͧr̷̤͙̤͖̭̠̒͊̐ͯ̃ͭͮ̓e̢͚̙̋̏ͬ̐̽͠ ̥̣̺̥͈͓͓̜̂ͬ͆͒̓̆ͧ͞ȉ̻̺͍̰͈̬̣̂ͩͤ̅͗͗͗n͓̹̺͔̰̹̞̩̞ͯ̿̌̄ͪ͊̂ͬ͞ ̐́͜͏̰̪̻̯o̵͇͗̐ͧ̋͊̀̚r͛͌̇̅ͭ͂͏͎̫͓̻͖̺̯d̼̤̤͛̍͘e͔̮̪̲̯ͬ͐̀̽r̡͓͇ͦ́̀.̢̳̼̠̹̩͔̆ͦ͛

We clean up, make sure things are in order.

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O̷͙̝ͫ̅ͨ̈́̍F̦͚̩͔ͯ̔ͣ̈́̇̿ͫ̊̀͟͞ ͪ̿ͣ͏̡̰̘̹͍ͅC̤͎̥̙̗̮͛͆ͣ̀ͨ͊͢ͅO͆͒ͬͮ̓͊̐͊̈́҉̝̹̩̯͕ͅȔ̸̗̜͚̞͈̎͐ͬ̔̓͐͂̕Ṙ̡̼̟͇͇͈̼̤͙͔̂ͪS͈̫̳ͬ̅̍ͫ͆͆̌͠͝E̪͇̳ͮͮ ͂́̍̃ͪ̓҉͚̣̺̼̝̹̱͚͟Ẇ̯̞͉͎̈́̈́͊̓͑H̨͚̹̟̗̤̣͎̒̑̄͘͟ͅͅE̺͔̥͐͋͋ͬ̂̾̀ ̣̬̩̲̼̠̘̤ͨ̅ͧͪͨͯ̌̚͜͢N̷̷̸̻̼͓̦̏ ̴̱͇̲̻̟̭̌ͬ͌ͮ͗̚Yͪ̎̔̍͌̐͑͏̟̘͈͟͠O̗͛̑ͫͭ̾̏̔̏̚U̿̊̃̑̆̃ͪ҉̶̜͍͚̬͍ ͖͈͑̓ͪ̈̽H̵͕ͣͥ̅̋̽͟A̼͎̜͓͉̩̙͋́̾̔͂̀̄͡V̵̸̘̤̰̜ͫ͌̽̓ͩͥ̚͟E̴̬̫͔̫͓̯͔͔̤ͭ̽̋ ̩̫͉̮͓͈̖̮͒ͨ̐͒̌̌ͪ̿̀͡T̞̖̬͍͔̠͆̋͛̾͐͜Ḩ̰͍̤̣̖͌͌̂̄̉ ̭̩̟̬͓̗̻͂͒ͤͦ͒̏E̠̟̖͉̗̙̤̠̣͋̓ͭͮ ͙̦͈̭͓̟ͭ̍̾̊S̢͈͓̰̈ͧI̩̘͙͉͍̲̲̳͇͆ͬ̇̉́͞Ṋ̡͕ͤ͠ ͙̝ͥ̇̓ͧͯͩͦ̃͝͡O̸͇͚̟̥ͫ͊̎ͯ̏̚F̣̣͔̳ͦ̽̓͆̈́ͬ̐͛͞ ̴ͫ̒ͧ͐̚͞҉͕̠̻̘̪͇̞͔Ğ̴̣̽̿̍Rͣ͛̓̅̒̾͏̺̖̯̙͙ ̵̡̫͂̂E̷͕̟̟̪̹͂͑̋͌͟ͅE͖̝͚ͭͦͫ͝͡ͅD̯͓̮̗̝̞͓̋̂ͭ̚ ̡̥̟̝̑ͤͭ̔ͩ̏͑͛ͬI̢̜̟͈̤͓̗̻͈͖̋̇̎̀N̥̯̥̳̞̝͈̄͋̆ ̢̩͔̞̤͂̒̾̈͗ͅT̷̖̞̥̖͚̤̼̭̺̓̐̾̊Ḧ̜́͋ͣ͡Ȇ̴̑ͬ̌͊҉҉̦̮͎̰̬ ̝͖̣̬̙̳͍̟͂ͤ͆́ͥ̄͗̀Ḩ̬̝̜̠͎̳͒̊ͩͦ̂̈́̚ͅǪ̊̉͗̅̓̄͌҉̬͔̩̣̟͖͙ ̂̄ͭ͛͏̵̡̣̮̳U͕̼̳͙̹̰̗ͬͅS̸̷̩͚͉͓͑E̤͈̹͔̹͈̹̊ͨ̂̈́̈́̅͠ͅ ̳͎͔̭̳͈̰̊͊̉́̚͢Ĭ̬̤̭̈ͪ͘͢͠T̡̠̪͎̖̲͔ͨ͑ ̻͓̯̘͆́͆̀Ḑ͊҉͍̙̣̯̠̣̮̳ͅO͋͒̅ͩͭ͏͖̮̞͖̺Ė̵͈̣̲̪͖̮͓̋S̨͕̒̈̀ͤ͌́N̗̭̜̼̝͕͉ͣ͛̏͆͂ͯ̚͟'̢̜̫͕͎̜̙̓ͧͩ̃̂̃ͭ̋T̠̰̱̯̗̘̍ ̡̛̦̟͙̱͕̱̞̜ͤ̐̏̓̔ͥ̐͊ͤM̡͚ͧ̏ ̮̝̐̌ͦͥ͢A̢͙̭̎̑ͤͥ̆T̘̲̼̲̲̙̬ͦ̏ͪ̿̊̒ͨ͛̕ͅŢ͓͓͇͈̞́͆̂͘͟E̷͕͕̮̯̰̦̲̩ͭͦͤ̽̉̒̕R̢̧̫̫͖͎̤̠̳̬̥ͩͤ̊̄̕ ̣͉͖̥̬̭͙̜ͥ̊̽̌̔̆ͭ̚D͔͍͈̏̀͛O̷͖͖̝͇͂͞E̠̯̻̟̺͕͚̝͌̎ͦͬ̔̓ͯ̓͂͝ ͎͖̘̹̲̑͐̑ͭ͘͠S̛̺͕͑͒͌͒ͩ̐͞ ̟̺̈́ͧ͑Ī̦͇̺̜̜̟͎͔͔̉̂̑́̉͗͒̚͜T̪͈͚̘̟̣̞̾ͮͯ͠

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shadowsofsins is currently renovating and restarting their blog so i kinda winged it with their version of Pride, gosh i think they’re neat

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W̧͖̼̰͍̖̱̅́͒͗ͅḛ̷̶͔̌ͣ̃ͦ̂̈́̚͘ ̠͉͇̥͙̦͐̎͐ͭͯ̌͊͘͝f̷̟͈̬̯̼̣̲ͫ͊̑̆̌̀͂̕i̡̥͉̠̤͖̦͔̫͋ͩ͌̎́̅̅̒ǵ̵̳͓̹̯̱̬̍̇ͧ̀͆̆ͅṷ̅̇̆̈͟ṙ͚̠̞̊̈͌̀e̴͇͚̯͇̘̥ͨ̾̑͂̌ͪ͜d̓ͧͣ́҉̹̝͖͟ ̶̮̊̋͛̈́̉ͫ̚͠ẉ̯̲̯͔͓̳ͩ̃͛̂͋͗́͗͘͢h̷̬̳͆ä͚͍͓̯̑ͦ̍̀ͅt̛̐͑̕҉̙͇̫̯̗̘̝͖͍ ̸̖͙͙̫͙̫̱͓̤̀̌͂̇̃̇t̛͗ͭ̊̉́̒҉̮̟̫̗̜͇̤̱̘h̩̞̜͈̣̱̼̟͛̀͡ͅẹ̸̗̞̭ͧ̔ ̷̭̞̮̱̥̝̰̜ͤ̍͠h͒̑ͯͪͣͣ͏̖̝̤͎̥̩͍͖ë̴̡̱̀͗ͪ͒̚ļ̲͎̰͖͉̀̒́͡l͎ͭͧͣ͆ͬ͛ͪ͢.̝̟̗̥̳̭̭͌̒ͦ͂ͥ̾͋ ̵̭̤͇̄̀͋R̵̙͔̠͂̏ͮ̚i̸͔͕̖̞̻ͯ̏͛̉̚g̝͔̼̼͊̾̎͗h͍͇̭̭̟͐ͭ͛͗̚t͛͌͋̈ͧͥͨ͐̄͏̡̝͚̤͇̤?̢̰̪̳̦̼ͨ̎͜͞

We figured what the hell. Right?

W͇̤̠̼̞̜͖ͭ̿̊̏̂ͫ̂ͅe͔͙̰ͭͧͩ̓̾ͦ̉'̜̲͓͉̝̹̥͍̐ͨͨ̔͠͝r̢̲͓̮̳͇̎́e̸̜̻̜̙̱̐͆̅ͅ ̶̨͍͕̹̞ͯ͗͑̏́͛ͨb̨̾̂͏̲̳̩o̶̭̜̗̗̠͕ͤ̽ͯ͡r̸̡̖̯̟͎̩̮̠̝̓̂͛͋̿ͫȅ͆̾̐̂̽̿ͧ̉͏͔̤̩͈̖̗̰d͇͉̲̈́̈ͦ̓̔̓̀͞.̝ͯ̍͋̕͘͠ ̞̆̒̓͌͆͟W̨̺̠̺ͣ̒h̴̨̫̟̪̞̬͇̹͈̽̾̓̃ͥ̎̂̚͟ͅy̶̦̹̪̥͙̩̮͒͌̔̋ͯͤ̕ ̨̡̙͖̦̤̣̏́̐ͨ̽̔̊̋n̶͖̮̰͈͉̱̱̳̈ͧͪͯ̋̿̑̚ŏ̤̼̖̳̂͊̅͆̇ͤ̇ͤt̋ͯ̎̓̚҉͙͇̭̟̩͓ ̵̶̰̦̱̰͈͍̖̰͙ͦͤ̇̄͂ͬ͑̄͘t͇͓̘̻͖̋̏́ȃ̷̀͠҉̺̗̹k̨͔͚̮̹̻̖͇̥ͩ̊͊ͣe̷͙͉̦̻̖͕̼ͪ̏ͨͧͩ͗̎͛̀͜ ͓̪͛̏ͪ͌͜q̓̋͏̺̹̹ư̟̯̲͈ͯ̾ͮ̎̅̍e̹͓̤̟̭͍̓ͅs̞̺̰͔̖͓̞͛̆ͣͩͭ́t͇̗͔͕̬̼͒͑́i̶̧͍̠̫͎̱̥͔̠̝ͩ̆̑͟o͔̯̱͉̜̜͗͠n̯͒͝s̟͔̾̐̒̆ͯ̈́̀ ̧̓͏̥̼͎̭͡a͇̯̘̠͚̐͛̓͞͠n̵̯̤̰͎̰̈ͭ͟d̘͓̞ͫ̏ͤ͂̕ ̢͉̣̦͇͙͍̣͔̿̾̃̐̾̈͛a͕̋ͦ̾̔̾͝n̺̝͕̼͙̙̝̟͂͂̓̑̏ͯ͐͘͟͡s̱̬̼͍̭ͧ͡w̢͇͖̥̒ͥ̉̔̔͡e̦̫͙̪̙̼͑ͪ̌͌ͧ͗͒̚͘r̴̻̩̯̰͔ͪ͌̾ͧ͢ ̗͙̲̦̺ͭ͘t̼̣̲͍̯͎ͯ̿̂ͭ̀͝ͅh̴̩̦̝̝͈̰̔̋ͦ̑̂̂͜e̖̙̻̦̩͕͎͇̼̓̇ͬ̔͞m̩͈̲͕̦̐̇͌́ ̨̤̰̠ͩ̅̽ͦ̾͜ȏ̪͝ͅn͓̐͒ͯ̂ͭͯͣͅc͕̟̖̖̪̓̔̆e͖͕̬̳̝̾͐̌͛̎̏͐̽͋ ̥̹͎̎̊ͩo͈̗̥̰ͦͩͦ̾ͥ̔͆̽r̥͔̯̼̽̐̄̓̇̽ͯ̓̚̕͞͞ ̫͉͖͇͙̮͓̜̙̃͌t̶̶̼̘̗̙̯̀ͦͪ̾w̪ͯ̔̚iͪͮͭ̐̆̃̐̓҉̪̬̻͍͍͝cͩͮ͛̚͏͎͓̣̙̳̺̮̥̕e̶͇̱̋ͥ͋ͥ͑̇̎ ̘̠̩̦͕̞̇ͪ͆̀̆̉̃̀̕ḛ͖̌ͫ̐ͭ̋v̱̫̲̭̅̿͟ȩ̝̫̺͖̭̞͓͛̉̇ͣ̔ͯ̾̕͟r̶̶̩̻̝̝̮ͫy̡̯̘͚̟̫̱̗̎͗ͨ̍ ̡̹͈̜̖̮̦̬ͤ͒̍p̥̦̘͉̱͖̩̙̌ͪ̅̏́͝e͉̓̔̓ͯͪ͐ͣͬͧ́t̰̤͍͉̖͔̀͊̃͗̀ͅͅt̷̝̗̑̈̚͝y̴̞̪͚ͪͪͣ ͗̆̚҉̛̰͉̥̥mͩ̐̊̍ͩͬ̚҉̟͕̰o̾̑͏͏̗̬̘̦̝̟r̦̱̩̞̽̄̈͒̆̓ͨ̑͐͢ͅt̛̤̼͈ͬ̾̅̊̊a͚ͨ̅̉̆̆̋̕l̵̳̣̱̭͔̩̟̥̲ͨ̏͋̿͢ ̬̠͕̼ͬ͡"̛͆̑͗̇҉̫͉̞͍͇̘ͅẃ̶̢̛͙̰̣̥̙̗̦̮͛ͫͧ̆ͥ̇̔ͪê̯̍̓ͫ̽ͨ̉̚e̡̮̟͉͎̪̯ͮͥͫ̐͠k̥̪̪̗͉̭͈̹͖͊͠"̡̮̩̻͉̦̮̀͋̽̓̃͠͝ͅ.̵̗͕͗ͪ̄ͧ̓ͮ̈́̕

We're bored. Why not take questions and answer them once or twice every petty mortal "week".

Ŷ̶͙͉̠̋ͪ̓͗o͕͉͈̙͙̣͖ͦͦ͒ͣ̌̓ͅu̦͗'̶̩̙͙̳̂ͪͣͧ̄͘͘r̽͛ͬ̀҉͇̞̙͍̗͉é̴͕̖̜̺̝̭͑͊̅͜ ̨̯̳͔̗͕̲̲͍̦̿́̓͋ͫǐ̶̴ͯͦ̆ͪ̽̚͏̦̦̪̥̘͎n̢̦̣͓͍̩͙̔͜͡t̢͖̗̭̟͚̑ͯ̐͢ḛ͙͕̗͚̻ͣ͂͋ͥ̾̀r̠̼̘͍͈͌́͐ͦ̀̐̌̒͘͟é̛̱̣͈̳ͫ̒ͧ͛̚s͕̖̩̝̣̪͊̌t͓̝͚̗̼̪͕ͬ̊̓́̕͜i̭͈͉̘̗̣̺̰̓ͮņ̸̼̻̮͇ͮ̓g̨̬̹̰̼̫̫̑̂̅ ̵̹̪̩͔͉̱̦̰͌̈ͭ̒̄́a͖̖͍̮͎͛ͮ̃̔̃͡n̺͚͗̈́ͧ̆̓̀d̼ͤͣ̎͐̂̇̽ ̥̟̦̐̑̋h͓̞̰͖̰̗͔̉̎̔͊͒ͣ͊͛͛͟o̴̢̜̖̦͙̦͉̞͐ͯ̓̐̋̾̏̓p̷̜̮͙͚̮͔̲ͪ͌͊̉͐̋͢͢é̸̡̦̗̮͖̗͍ͫ̓ͬ͒̋ͣ̒͘l͖̺̼ͫͨͪȩ̡̪͗ͩͣ̎̄̚s͉̗̦̖͎͋͐͂̍̈́ͭ͛̿̉s̨͈̬̥͗̋̑ͨͤ͊̉l̜͔̼̯̟͒͋̽͟ͅy͒̿ͫͭ҉͔͈̜̖͎̱͓́ͅ ̶̗͎̋ͭ̋̊ͧb̛̭͕͕͎͍̗̺̓̓̓͜o̩̮̮̪̼͎̗̜͋͂͑̒́r̭̙͋̍͛̌ͫ̾̊͑̚i̷̹̹̗ͣ̊͝ņ͍̻͇̮̬̲͗̍̀̽̾́g̼͔̯̦̘̬͍͔̬ͩ͜ ͍͇̘̉̽ͯ͗ͬ͂́́ͅa̧͖̜̳͌ͮͩ͟t̂͌͜҉͎̞̫͖̤̫ ̨̢̹̟͖̲̺̩̜̔͞t͙͉̭̺́̋̏̍̒̿͘h̨̨̬̭̤͇̥̞̪̥̿͑̓̅̌͢e̸̴̞̲̰̙͋ͨ́ ́̓̑̐̕҉͉͈̤͍s̷̢͚̖͇̓͆̐ă̶̧͈̖̰͉̱̮̑m̢̯͉̘̌́̒̉e̷̫͎̯͔͙̘͊̎̃ͪ̋͞ ̸̨̧̝̩́͊̓t̥̼͍̄͛͑̋ͨ́͜͞i̤̙̍̾̃̍̑ͧͤ̓m̯̪ͧ͗ͩ́͞e̡͔͇̲̺ͤ̏̎ͤͯ̆͘͘.̷̞͉̼͙͖͑̔͡ ̵̡̧̯̭͚̥͎̳̠̗ͫͮ͑̄̉̅F̣͖͚͉͎̟͖̻͊̐́̏͂̄ͧͦ̕͠î̸̤̻͇̳̲͒ͮ̋ͭ̈͂r̪͈̪̰̳ͭ̓ẹ̻̰͈ͫ͘ ̹̂̾͒̂ͣͩ́́͠ḁ̹ͣͯͥͨ͡w̫̰̼͂̅̄̿͟ąͦ̃ͬͦ҉̠̰̯̘̻̬̱̰̠y͉̬̫̺̔͆̃̑̒ ̱̖͈̱͔̙ͪ̅̇̽̓́ͬ́̚ċ̺̖̳̯̇ḣ̩ͧͭ͒ͨ͜i̡̧̞̞͙͑ͫͪ͑ͨ̒ľ̐̈͐́̉ͯ͑͏͚̼̝͎̹̟̙d̵͓̠̟͇̬̥̫̄ͣ̓͊ͨ͌̅͢͠ͅͅr̮͚͖̹̼̹͂ͥͨ̒ͩͭ̍̿͡ͅe̳̰̝̖̱͔̳̤͌̄͆̈̇͊ͯ̄n̑̈́̽̆̽̈́̍҉̜͍̫̠͡.̨̧̲̬̹̩̫̤̟̊́̃̿͋͂̚

You're interesting and hopelessly boring at the same time. Fire away children.

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.̸̳͚͎̪̠̩ͪ͐ͯ͆̄̈̕͟.͔͖̯̯̱ͪͧ͒̇̒́͐.̪̦̥̝̩̖̈́̉ͫ͊̋̚̚͜ ̫̯͈̩̥͕ͧ̃̆̿ͬ̇̍͌͘O͖͇̣̲͉̘̙ͧͩ͜ḩ̛̺̣̭̠̀̐̃́ͪ͐ͭ̚ ̷̱͈̿̆͆ͬ̈́̓h̴͕͚̠͂̚͜ͅe̜͓̬̟̖̣̘̍l̶̘̠͈̟͈͖̠̮̫̒̃̂ͣͮ͊ͯ̂ͦ̀l̖͉̯̟ͬͮ̽͐͘oͥ̆̿̍̈͏̥̹͚̞̟.̷̖̙͚͎̱ͨ̊ͣ

... Oh hello.

L̩̫̣̬̭̳͇͛͗̄̑̍͐ͫơ̸̻͙̗͍̝̼̟ͦͬ̑̏͒ͥͥͧ͠ö̟̭̤̺͉̗̼́ͨͩ͌͂̌̏ͥ͝k͒ͯ̔̾̇̈̋ͪ̐҉͙̖̺̻͕͉͎̕s̬̗̲̬ͥ̊ͮ͒ ̨̪͉̰̺͉͚̿̿̈́ͮ͜ļ̡͍̝ͧ̇́̈͡i̛͐̈̃͐̽҉̼͞k̶̦̥̟͇̦̲̪͚͒͆̑͑̓͑̃̌͞ȇ̛͖̍ͥͩ͞ ̘̞ͧ̾t͈͎̣͚̣̲̰̊̊̾͠h̷͕̱͇̞̬ͣ̈͢e̐̒̐ͮ̈́̓҉̶͖͈ ̓͛͑ͫ̇̋ͥ͂҉͉͠ͅh̹̩͉̞̩ͩ̈͐̕͞ͅo͔ͪ͛ͣ͝u̧͖̳̭͔͍̲͓̬ͨͤ̈̽̂̓ͥ̈́͘͜s̥̔̽͑̽͒̐̀͠͡ͅe͕̮̩̣̱͍̮͋ͦ̓͋̈͘͟͟ ̱̼͉̐͆͂ͪͯͫͧi̝̦̣̤͐̈́̀̓̂̐̍̀͞ş̠̖̞͙͇̄ͥ͌̑ͨ͟ ̛̲̤̹̗̙̦̻̩̈̈͋ͣ͡͞s̶̬̤̜̟̱̦̣̠ͫ͆͢t̸̟̞ͧ̅̐͋i̼͇͚͋͂ͯ̆́̍̋ͅl̨̖̗̣̓ͥ̍͗ͥ͘l̢̤̦̝̳̦̬͍̖̘̃̊͌̑ͫͬ ̷̴̱̫ͯ̎̕h̦̦̳̞̔ͤ̈́ͦͭͫe̛͎̘̖̭̬ͮ̆ŗ̸͎̠̤̗̿ͯ͢e̲͙ͯ̏͊̂̓́̕.̡͖̗̣͉̳̺̭̪̂͐́̅̅ͥ̀ ̡̫̘̣̎ͭ͐͂́̀Ẁͭ̂҉̹͕̞̩e̡̫̠̥̭ͩ͆̀̆̐ͫ̍͞ͅ'̭͚̜̳̟̒̌͆͛̒ͫ̑ͭ͊ͅͅͅr̢̍ͧ̾̈͋͏̥̫͕̜e̙͉̺̮͓̯͇̗̣̒̈ͯ̽̈͒̈́͢ ̣̜̺̜̤̥̏̾͊̏ͥͫͬs̴̼̗̹̻̺̩ͫ̅͂̃̏͞ͅt̼̞̬͎̟͕͚͆ͣͩ̈́́̉ͮͩi̝̯̮̬̰̟͚ͪͦ̏̌́l̡̜̻͎͚̝̆ͫ̂͛ͥ̅̉ͩ͟lͣ̓̒ͮ͏̣̕̕ ̛̲̻̞̥͎̼͋͒̑͟͜h̙̖͕͕̼̗͖̅̎̽́̊́e̲͓̼̜̅̍ͥͨ̋̂͘r̞̟͛̓ͥ̕e̛̗̬̣̔͆̓̆̽̕.̘͙͙̤͎͉͋̍̌̐̅ ͍͙̤̯̠̽̃ͭͤ͘H̛̜͓͎̾͊ͥ͂͢o̶̟͓̯͇ͦ̈́͒ẇ̵͇̦̾̀ ͎͖̈́̽̑̓͑̈́̽͟ä̛ͩ͒͏̬͚̹̤̖̖͡ͅͅb̰̼̙̟̖͕̘̜̍̊̐ͩͩ̀́ô̱̬̳̬ͧ̿u̧͈̬̿͋̏̋ͣͪ͒̓͝ͅt̜͓́͌̒ͩ͌͗̎͐͝͡ ̙̘̰̻̮ͬ̋͘ͅẉ̨̣͉̫̜̝̽̅̎̇ͭ̆ͤeͬ͑ͤͣ̌҉̶̬̣̺͙͔ ̩͉̦ͥͣ͐͌̀̂̒̾͞g͔̥̤͖͇̘̣͎͐i̧̻̥̰̐̌ͭ̂ͬͧͬͤ͟͠v̢̫̰̻͓͕͎̮̱̽̋̉͘e̵̡̡͖͉͂͑ͅ ̴̬͈̭̫̣̣͓͍̒̃͋̀ͭ̓̾̾̈́t̢̪̳̮̅ͭͨ̊h̡̯̦̼͔̐͑̈́ͤ̏͒̀iͪͣ̆ͯͧ҉̺͍͖͙͇͓s̶̱͓͔̜̈́͒́̌ͦ͊ͮ͢ͅ ͇͍͂ͯ̄̆͂͌p̛̛̤̪̤͈͉̜̱̞͉̾l͖̬̬̱̞͇̉̉ͫͭ̚a͇̭̗͍͕̳̠̙ͮ̏c̖͑͡e̊̿̈͝҉̼̱̪̖̱̩̗ ͕̟̪̫͎̻̍̃̐ͩͤ͢ͅā̡̮̬͔̩̙̝̝̯̫ͥͩ ͣ̇͏̭̥̬̫b̥̺̱ͥ̊͗͒͊̄ͅi͎̼̽́͑̄̚t̯̥̖̘̣͎͕̳͑ͬ̇̎̄̎̃ͯͦ͜ ̳͖͚̘͛̓͊̔͗ǫ̷̛̪̩͎̞̫̰͙̯̀̐ͧ̊f̣͕̝͈ͫ̌͒̌ ͈̑͐͝͠a̧͔͎͖̠͕͚͔̣ͪͦ̌̑ͬ͟ ̻͊ͣ̈͢r̛̙̪̟͇͙̮͙̿̽ͩ̽ͮ̈e̥͗̅͗̊ͨn̶̝͖̰̟͂o̷̠̝̠͌͂ͬ̀v̦̬̪͇̲͖͑̄̅̿ͣ̆ͣ̿̀͘ͅa̷̳̼͍͖̍͊̌̀ͅt͓̰̞̲̒̑̉̚̕į͌ͩ͌̾ͪ͒́ͫ͏̲̠͟ơ̴̠̪͗̓̀͌ͣ̈́n̨͔̼̙̥̺̣ͩͥ̾̅̈͜?̮̬͈̰̘͗̏͐ͫ

Looks like the house is still here. We're still here. How about we give this place a bit of a renovation?

[shadowsofsins-blog]

D̟͕̗̰͖̝͈͓̜ͫȁ̝͓͎̟̺͎̻̹̌͐̑̀̂̽̀m̤̼̫̣̦̮͕͓̬͒ͮ̑ͫṅ͎͉͈̏͑̋̚ ͖̜͖͈ͦ͊͂̓̈́͂͆̀S̟̪̰̣̹̗̺ͭ̇̊͆̍̓ͬu̬̗͍͙̭̍͋ͬ̄ṗ̳̭͙̻̲̫̽ͭ̎͒ḙ̟͇͍̼͚̯͉̞̉ͯͬ͂̆̑̒̿ͣr̝̰̰͎̮͇͔ͬͯ̉͑̐̾ͩͫͅb̯́̊ͬ̊ͥi͔̱͚͇̘̙̖̬̓a͍͍̗̖̪̫̼̠̜ͭ̊͊̇̆͆.̜̼̤̖̂ͬ.͕̘͕̳̠̖͈́͂̃ͭͬ͗ͬ.̪̺̯̼͍̠̭̤̇ͧͯ͛ͣͮ͑.̞̯̘͚̠̏̽̔.̞̲͈ͨ.͍͚̳̟̤̗̂ͥ̂̾̈́͑.͚̭̜̱̭͕̙̿ͦ ̩͍̘͙͕̗͙̿ͤ̎̀͋̀w̮̫͖̠̩̰͙͆̊ͬͬh̬̣̦̙̰̞̠̐ͅa̰̯̻̺̯̺ͩ̓̓̐̅ͤt̤̖̹̭̭̏ͬ͒̋͗̀ ̲͕̫̘̠̭͒a͖̤ͬ̌̈ͪ̂̾ͫ̇͑ ̱̭̍ͨ͋̈́ͧ̽ͩ̚p̹̥̖̬̠̠̝̫͑͑͒̓ͪ͑̍͛r̯͍̙̤̃͐ͮ̀̊͆͂ͦͅͅi̫̗̘̳̩̮̹̍̎̏ͭ͑̆ͦn̜͇̳̲͈͙̦̠̥̒̅ͣͬͯ͂ć̦̣͐ͣ͑̊̏̅e̙͙̪̫͎̝ͮ̅͐͆͋̽̈́ͅs͚̜͔͈̘͋ͭș͔̬͆.̹̞̒̾ͨͥ͋̒ ̥̘̼̥̳̱̔͐

Damn Superbia....... what a princess.

T͖͛̌h̘͕̙͈̜͉͚̫̅͐a̮͔̻̭̤ͥͤ͒t̬̝̟̃̿ͥ ̰̩̬̖̠̞̑g̣͍͙̣̪ͭ̔̊͋ͫ́ͫ̾u̠ͨͤ̃y̦͕͇͌̑̇̍ ̬̰̜̪͉̗͔̔̿͊̂d̲̟̥͉̲̟͑ŏ̩̠̹ͪ͗͗̀̇ȅ̖̣̣̣̅̈́̅̍ͧ̓̆s̻̘̺̙̲̭̈͐͊ͭͅn͉̝̫̗̄̾̀ͩͦͣ̍̉'̮̙ͯ̋͗ͤ̏̍̐͋̌t̟ͥ̋̐͋͂ͣ ̤̟̙̠̭͍ͤ̽̀̏̇͋̈̎͆ͅe̥̦̩̔ͩ̚v͈͑̑͋̓e̹̻̺̤͕͉̖͇̽ͧ̓n͎̜̼͍̪͍ͣͥ́ͅ ̼̪͙̠͔ͮ̑̏ĺ̝̮͉̰̖̜͗̇̃̊͛e͙̥̠̼̳̣̬̤̓ͨ̂͛ͤt̳̼͚͔̗͚ͣ̇͊͋̎̔̈̚ ͙̯ͥͩ̉͂ͣ͊͛u͚͙̣̬̠̞̦̖ͩ͊̔̀̐s̲͎̽̈ͬ ̥̙͒ͩͤͤ̅̚k̪̪̜̻͇̟̔̃̌̈͌͗ͅn̼̖͈̩͛͆̏o̩͕̰͎̐̓̋ẃ̹̫ͯ̎͗̓̚ ̖̂̍̆ͣͬ͗͌̈ẁ̥̲̞͂ͪͮ̌̿̊ͅh̖̙̦ͥ̌̀ͭͩ̾̂ȇ͎̍͛̓n̘͚̲̤̮͛̽̋ ͎̟̯ͯ͛̍̐͌̓ͨ̚t̹̱̩͔̲͖͑̑̈h̥̖̘͈̓ͦ̑̿ͪͧ̓e̜̲͕͉ͪ͌ͥy̱͔̩̺̫ͫ̇'̫̠̯̙̔̿̉̌r̞̜͔̻̉ͮ̓e̞̺̽ͭ͊̆ ̦͇̮ͬͦ͛ͯ̍̐g̙͖̺̎͂o̟̤ͦ̅̏ͮͮͮ̑ḯ̗̫̦͙̭̞̻̤̾̃n̲͍͎̗̲͇͇ͪ̊g̳̗͚̠̑ͬ͋̒ͬ̈ͦ̒ ͓̞͆͌ͫ͋̇̌̓̽o̬̫̝̥̜͓̫̱ͧ̔̋̿̚n̫̪̺̜̼̅̊͑ ̩̗̭̦ͨͤͤ̑̄̀ͦ̚ȁ͚̯ͪ͊̆ ̮͎̬̭͚́̋̈ͬ̓͐̑̾'͕̮̥͗̊̏ͮ̓ͯb̭̯̹̮̝̠͙̹͐ͥ̇͌ͩͯ̿̚u̻̞͎̮̾̓͑̅s̥̪̫͍̱̺͊͛̋̒ḭ̘̪̳̱̈̒̌n͖͓̥̖͉͎̭͛̑̉̊͒ͩ̚é̲̻͎̦ͯͨs̭̙̼ͦ̏ͨͩṡ̩͕̜̫̮̩̙̉ͧ͛̽͒̌ͩ͆'̳͍̉ͦͣͯ́̆͐ ̜̘̣̱͇̪̬̾̏ͦͅt̼̳̦̬͚̪ͬͭͩͅṛ̤̮̻̺͎͂̌ͥͦͪͧ͌̓̐i͖͎͎̭̰̲͗̀͆͋p̤͇͈̽.͖̘͕̼̻̟͉̖̇̉̈́ͫ̍ͣ ̥̓̿̄̿

That guy doesn't even let us know when they're going on a 'business' trip.

A̟͉͚̙̼ͭs̼͔̱͚̜̩̖̮͇ͩ̉̀̋̿s̱̬̿̑͗̚h̠̳̐̇ͥ̇̋̃̋̃͛ͅo̞̰̦̹̻͇̰ͤͪͦ̏ͤ͗͂ͭ̔ͅḻ̰̒͌ͫe̜̞̟̊ͧ̈́̓ͪ.̭̬̪̗̾͂̆ͧ̏

Asshole.

[shadowsofsins-blog]

((Blog is under construction please ignore the sporadic theme edits

Also url has changed

apersonificationofsins -> shadowsofsins))

[shadowsofsins-blog]

OOC

Hey guys I'm sorry I haven't been here but instead of leaving you all in the dark about this I'm going to just come out and say it so if anyone is curious as to a little bit where I've been or why I haven't been here, click.

I haven't been feeling at all amazing about being here at all

Even logging into this account feels like a weight is on me and I still love my sins and they are still very much active in my head but I know that what they do and what they say doesn't follow what has come to be the 'Personification sin/virtue Canon' a whole lot of the time.

Among a few other things I just don't feel happy even logging in here.

I'm really really sorry to Money I've tried to do things and it hasn't sounded or looked right.

I'm not sure if I should leave and set this account on the hiatus of a lifetime or just change the url to something other than 'a personification of' or really what I should do here, so I've just tried to do something and nothing good has come of it.

I'm sorry to everyone but I haven't been feeling great and its been somewhere around five minutes logged in here and the moment I logged in I just feel like I'm sinking with emotional status.

I don't know what I'm going to do but I felt like I should at least say something.

So here it is

[shadowsofsins-blog]

Ira: Ỳ̧̘̻͓̬̙̼ò̳u͎̱̲ͅ ̲̬͠h҉͈̼̲͓̭̤̰͈̜u҉͔̥m̸̛̼̼a̞͕͘n҉̼̣͇s͍̦̩ ͚̳̩̹̺̗̬̕͠r҉̖͎̪̝ò̷͈̦̤̹͍̭̀m̼͕̠͓̼̜̥͢ͅa̧̲͘ͅn͖͚̥̤͜͟͝t̢̘̝͟͝i̡̱͈̼̹̥̬̗c͈̥̕͠ͅi͎̜̰̹̝͉̼z̛͖͇̠͔̯͙͇e̴̩̣̟̺̭ ̣̹̮̼̘͙͇̀i͚͘t̪̲͕̕.͇͢ ̘͇̱͚̗̥̺͘W̘̟̻͉̫͚͙h̹̻̼͔͉̺̤͝a͏҉̗̤t͓̰̖̀ ̠̗͎̠̪͙̯̤̜͘͡w̷͖͔̟̖͙ͅͅe̗̘̹̗ ̮̠̠̞̫̪̬͠h̸҉͈̠͔̞͖a̶̩̻̫v̠̳͍̖̱͜e̵̡͙͕͞ ̜̳̜̠͙͘s̱̬͕̮͘h̘̘͝ͅơ̶͇͈̜̘̼̦̳̥̙ẃ̴̥̲n̵̙̬̪̻̰͍̬ ̬y̡͏̢̣͙̱͓͙̯̩̲̤o͎͍u̡̜͘͡?̥̯̤̕ ̵̶̶̻̼T̜̪̬̪̟ḫ̡͕̗̩̼͙̙a̖͎͈̲̹͔̳ͅt̸̫̖͇̣̫̹̘͝'̻̥̙̱̦̳s̨̻̩͖͠ ̴̮̠̥͟f̷̜̙̝̠̩̕r̶̯̦̜̖̱͠o͏̸͚̪̝͔̩̠͢ͅm̡̭͇ ̣̙̯ͅo̧̙̝̻͈̠̻͉͔u̬͢r̡̥̳̖̺͍͔̰̳̀ͅ ̶̶̫̣̥̫̝ṕ̷̯̬̜̲̝͍̰͓é̳ͅr̵̹̠̖̲̟s͔̟͈̥̪̤p̨͈̹͙̬͚ͅe̺̬͈̮̻̠c̴̘̪̟͞ͅṭ̦̬͓̪̖͚̰̥i͘͏̤̹͔͇̲̥ͅv̜̝͈̺e̥͓.̳̻̀ ͕̤͉̱̭Y͏̥̙̜̻͈̙̹͕͡o̤̮̹͙͠u͏̶͇͓̞̰'͡҉͇r̴̼̹͍͍͈͙͕͉̕ͅe͕̮̫̮͓̱͖͈͠ ̹͓͕̖̟̭̪̳͢͜͠i̷̸͈̟͚̲̘n̯̰̞͈̳̦͟͟͟ ̘̀͘H̺͚̗e҉̼͚̤͖͖͎͎l̵̛̹͕l̨̻̤͉͞ ̴̜̪̭̼̮̜͉̯̀̕f҉̬̦̗̮́ͅu̲c̴̨̮̬̳͎k͓̝͜ ̶͍̙̹͕͍̬͝s̤̫̺̖͇͖͡h͇͈͖͎̠̻͝i̵̫̲̺̣͢͞t̢̳̬̲͈͡.̜̼̦̖͎ ̠̼̠̲̯͟Y̢̳͓̬̭̖̠̭̳̪o̵̠̗̫̝͜ú̡͇̝̙̲̻̲̪͍'̢̛̛̯̥͔̗r̵͉͔̞͚̲̟͢e̴͔̫͕̥͘͘ ̱̖͉̝̜̳̀͡n̯̤̖͈͍̰͞͠͡ͅo͏͓̭ͅt̰͈͙̩ͅ ̡͖̜g̡̹̭̤͠ͅo̠͔̣į̸̣̪͠n̲͉̠̥̭͓̖g̴͎͍̙͍͓̀͝ ̢͔͠͠t̶̢̝̤̖̼̪̰̘̥̟͞ó̫̭͈͝ ̞͙̫̟̠̜͍͇e̹̹̣͇n̥͙͕͇͢͞j̯̫͉̰̹͝ò̷̗̩̠y̮̪͜ ͉̬̪̺̰̤͈i̼̭̫̞͘̕ţ̵͖̬̦̟̭͡.̡̘̮͡

[apersonificationofmoney]

[shadowsofsins-blog]

…………..

…………………. you wouldn’t want to because neon is very eighties, someone else would be better than me if they had these things for as long as I have AND BEFORE YOU FUCKING SAY ANYTHING ELSE, YEAH, I AM ENVY, THAT PRETTY MUCH COMES WITH THE SHITTY JOB.

REALLY THOUGH

I’M WAITING FOR A SORT OF… PUNCHLINE. WHEN THE FUCK IS THAT COMING? WHERE IS THE FUCK-SHIT JACK-IN-THE-BOX WHO POPS OUT AND LAUGHS AT THIS WHOLE GODDAMN CONVERSATION? BECAUSE NO ONE COMPLIMENTS ME EVER AND ACTUALLY MEANS IT THERE IS ALWAYS, ALWAYS, THIS LITTLE KICK SOMEWHERE AND I SWEAR TO FUCKING ‘DADDY DEAREST’ THAT I’VE LEARNED ABOUT THAT SHIT TOO, EVEN IF THE BEING SAYS THEY WOULDN’T SAY SOMETHING THEY WOULDN’T MEAN. So just… ugh COME ON. WHERE IS IT?

[apersonificationofmoney]

There is no joke. No punchline. The only form of comedy I ever achieve any sort of success at is cheesy puns. And even in that lowest cesspool of comedy, I’m pretty stinking bad. So no. There is no jack in the box or hidden trick. I would never do that in the first place. Can you please just take the compliment already? What do I have to do, swear on the River Styx? I’ll seriously do that if it’ll get you to take me at my word. Or you know, some other unbreakable oath type deal.

[shadowsofsins-blog]

... Tch Whatever.

Shitass.

... Accepted.

Avaritia:...

Superbia: ... -breaks off crystal-

[apersonificationofmoney]

[shadowsofsins-blog]

THE TERM CUTE WOULD BE DEMEANING TO ANY OF US. WE’RE THE MOTHERFUCKING SEVEN DEADLY SINS WE’RE NOT FUCKING CUTE WE’RE ASSHOLES.

…

I DON’T GET WHY ANYONE WOULD LIKE MY APPEARANCE. LETS SAY FOR ARGUMENTS SAKE I LOOK… cool. I’M NOT AS STRONG OR COORDINATED AS THE OTHERS. PERSONALLY I THINK YOU’D BE BETTER OFF LOOKING LIKE ONE OF THEM THAN ME IF YOU REALLY WANTED TO PLAY DRESS UP.

[apersonificationofmoney]

Okay, first off, this is not “for arguments sake,” When I say something, I really mean it.

Let me start off with something really simple; you have an interesting color scheme. Not only is it a custom one that doesn’t really fit under any one particular label, but those extra arms of yours are glowing neon. Do you have any idea how hard it is to make that look good without appearing garish? You’ve managed to accomplish that without even trying. And that’s cool. Why wouldn’t I want to emulate that?

Speaking of your arms, you know better than anybody else that those things are sentient in their own right, and yet they are working for you. It is unique, it is different. No other personification I have ever met has this. Not as strong or as coordinated? You are coordinating with three extra sets of limbs that have the ability to think for themselves successfully. Nobody else does this on a daily basis. Nobody. You do. That’s also pretty damn cool. And believe it or not, they are also aesthetically pleasing in their own right.

Everybody has their strengths and weaknesses, but you only seem to be focusing on the weaknesses. As you mentioned before, you are also one of the goddamned seven deadly sins. And you should have realized by now that even though your brothers ARE better at certain things then you are, you are better at certain things then them. Miles better. Otherwise you wouldn’t be Envy. You’d be something else entirely. But I suppose that’s the double edged sword of it all…you’re Envy, so by default you compare yourself to everyone else out there.

But my point still stands. You look cool, and damn cool at that. I’m not playing “devils advocate” with you, I’m just telling it as is. End of story.

[shadowsofsins-blog]

..............

...................... you wouldn't want to because neon is very eighties, someone else would be better than me if they had these things for as long as I have AND BEFORE YOU FUCKING SAY ANYTHING ELSE, YEAH, I AM ENVY, THAT PRETTY MUCH COMES WITH THE SHITTY JOB.

REALLY THOUGH

I'M WAITING FOR A SORT OF... PUNCHLINE. WHEN THE FUCK IS THAT COMING? WHERE IS THE FUCK-SHIT JACK-IN-THE-BOX WHO POPS OUT AND LAUGHS AT THIS WHOLE GODDAMN CONVERSATION? BECAUSE NO ONE COMPLIMENTS ME EVER AND ACTUALLY MEANS IT THERE IS ALWAYS, ALWAYS, THIS LITTLE KICK SOMEWHERE AND I SWEAR TO FUCKING 'DADDY DEAREST' THAT I'VE LEARNED ABOUT THAT SHIT TOO, EVEN IF THE BEING SAYS THEY WOULDN'T SAY SOMETHING THEY WOULDN'T MEAN. So just... ugh COME ON. WHERE IS IT?

[apersonificationofmoney]

[shadowsofsins-blog]

Please you would offend me with or without them.

I LOOK LIKE SUNSHINE AND FUCKING RAINBOWS. I’M SO FUCKING ADORABLE AND EVERY FUCKER ON THE PLANET SWOONS WHEN I WALK PAST OR GRACE THEIR MINDS WITH MY LIES.

WHAT THE FUCK QUESTION IS THAT.

NO. PERSONALLY, I’M THE HELL DAMNED SIN OF ENVY. I AM NOT SOMETHING TO BE GAWKED AT IN DISGUST OR LONGING. I LOOK LIKE SOME DOUCHE FUCKER WHO FELL ON HIS HEAD FROM HEAVEN THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A FUNNY TO GIVE A FAILING CRUST OF A BODY TO SOMEONE WITH ANOTHER SET OF ARMS AND - WHY THE FUCK NOT - GIVE IT LEGS TOO THOUGH FUCK IF THIS MAKES IT IMPOSSIBLE TO MOVE THROUGH SHADOWS AS SMOOTHLY ANYMORE. NOT HIS PROBLEM, IT WOULD BE MINE. PERSONALLY I THINK THIS DICK SHIT CONTINUES SAYING “MAYBE I SHOULD MAKE IT SO THAT IT LOOKS LIKE WHATEVER PARTICULAR HOST IT MIGHT HAPPEN TO HAVE AT THE TIME WHILE IT FEEDS ON ALL ENVIOUS THOUGHT LIKE THE BOTTOM FEEDER IN SOME ASSHOLE’S FISH TANK”.

PERSONALLY I THINK I LOOK LIKE A COMBINATION OF WHY THE FUCK NOT, SELF LOATHING, AND REJECTION.

THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU LOOK LIKE OH GREAT PERSONIFICATION OF A PEANUT GALLERY?

[apersonificationofmoney]

Well now that’s an easy question to answer. I look like I’m made out of money, which I suppose is a bit odd, but I’m able to make it work.

And I was aware of what you personify Envy, and if you can stand to take a compliment for ten seconds, I have an appreciation for your appearance. Despite all these things you mention, you might want to consider the idea that maybe, just maybe, you look…cool.

If the term “cute” is demeaning to you, than I won’t use it. For some reason I’m getting the feeling that your brothers probably give you enough grief as is. So I’ll back off, and respect your boundaries. But I wouldn’t have created something inspired off of your appearance if I didn’t like it.

[shadowsofsins-blog]

THE TERM CUTE WOULD BE DEMEANING TO ANY OF US. WE'RE THE MOTHERFUCKING SEVEN DEADLY SINS WE'RE NOT FUCKING CUTE WE'RE ASSHOLES.

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I DON'T GET WHY ANYONE WOULD LIKE MY APPEARANCE. LETS SAY FOR ARGUMENTS SAKE I LOOK... cool. I'M NOT AS STRONG OR COORDINATED AS THE OTHERS. PERSONALLY I THINK YOU'D BE BETTER OFF LOOKING LIKE ONE OF THEM THAN ME IF YOU REALLY WANTED TO PLAY DRESS UP.

[luxuira-deactivated20150507]

He smiles a little, though the hand doesn’t leave his neck. “I…I can’t exactly die, sir. I would agree if I knew which side of death I was on, but I do appreciate it. Not many people tell me they’d like me alive.” Satchel forces his hands down, glancing at his claws, then back up. The way Superbia carried itself, so calm and casual, yet with that unmistakable power behind it, it was similar to how one he’d loved had carried himself before his death almost, but close enough to invoke vivid memories of the events afterward. He’d never felt powerful, not even bathed in red and demolishing as many cities and small towns as he could, only felt fragile, and was treated as such by others. In other’s eyes, he felt, Satchel usually ended up as one of two things, a toy to ‘roughhouse’ until he broke and came back to life, or a thing to be tiptoed around, his stability being fragile. A spark of resentment flared up in his eyes, a sharp, narrow glare, dulled quickly with a semblance of composure. “…I sort of exiled myself, off Earth. I can go back, but I did a lot of things that…well, got broadcasted on the news. Destroyed more than a few cities, towns, their occupants…and its pretty hard to stay there now.”

[shadowsofsins-blog]

Superbia's stare went from Satchel's face to his clawed hands when the man's stare did, and returned in the same fashion. There wasn't a way he was human with hands like those, although an immortal was something else. Had the sin possessed it one eyebrow would have quirked up as the smirk slowly faded. Behind the man's stare there was a flicker of something the sin of Pride would know well if for barely an instant before it disappeared. It was enough to get Superbia to study his stance, if any part of him twitched or shifted in any way. There were some times when it noticed a finger twitch as though he remembered his hands curling around a weapon or simply in a fist. As soon as he spoke again though the crystalline eye snapped back to his face, capturing a glimpse of distaste with the set of his mouth and behind a shadow in his eyes. It took more than it would ever admit to not look over at Ira throughout the spoken words, though to see its sibling the oldest wouldn't have waited long anyways.

The dark eyes of the flaming sin flickered and then sparked with a simple image in its head from a flash of a desire for destruction far off in Satchel's eyes. A bolt flashed out of both of its eyes and something almost resembling a grin began appearing on its face while the image turned to a sort of storyboard unfolding every move the man had made, every splatter of blood that rested on a wall or floor, the sin had fed on every minute of it and even joined his shadow, resting invisible hands over his own, shifting its separated lower half to legs moving around his if he needed to move just a little faster. It hated a feeling Satchel had but it wasn't something that would have made Ira care in the moment. That time was entertainment.

As the man spoke Ira floated closer to the floor and behind its oldest sibling so it looked like the sin's formed feet touched the ground as it shifted to legs directly resembling Satchel's from that time. Why not have a little fun? Superbia's chats were usually boring if left alone. When he had finished speaking and just before the tall crystal being spoke what certainly would have been reassuring, Ira, looking similar to Satchel - almost his shadow but the sin's flames separation and rare occasional bolts remained - 'stepped' around the oldest growling in an increasingly similar voice to the immortal's, "S̶҉̮̖̱̦͓̟̫̻͝ò͇̣̦ ̵̯̬͈̙̖̬̯́͢m̼̺̺̕͞a̛̙̪͕̟̯͚̥͞n̻̭̰̮͘y̩̼̕ ̴͠͏̠̜̩̱b̶̮̼̝͓̖͔͈̭͘odi̹̜͢ẹ̢͈̰̖̙̘͍̤̥͝s͏̰̠̦̤ͅ,̧̤̬̕ ̛͇̫̘͈̺͇̩͖̳s̶҉̹̟̙̮̜̣͔̺o̮͎͞ ̮̯̯͝ḿ̹̩̤̭u̵̡̫̰̬̯͍̲͢ch͏̦̙̜̹̱ͅ ̷̛̻̞́b̢͖̗̰̕̕l̩̻͎͓o̲̼̮͢͡͝od t̢̫͔̘̪̥̭̗͎o̫̫̥̤̫͎o̴̪̪̹̦̪͙̞̖͕,̯̖̤̤̫͟͢ͅ ̴͖̩̭͇c͔̮̟̙̙͢a̷͙̲̩r͠͏͍̟̟̘̣̘ͅn̤̱̗̪̠͓̤͜age, d̟̹͖͖͍̱̱͕͜͢͜e҉͏͈̻s̛̥̘͍̬̙̤̼͜͝t̸̹͍̺͚̘̭̦̙͢r̢̤̘̳̫̼̼u̸̬̺̘͕̯̩ͅc̟̥͍̠̠̟̱͇̲͢͞͡tiò̸̶̬͓̘̙͇n̸̨͓̗̺̫͖̲͈.̡͕̼̱͠ͅ Do yo̡̞͔̜̪̬u͔͎̞͘ ̵̫͍͍ḥ̝̘̬̼̜̻ͅave ̨̘̳̥̬̘͚a̮͞n͈͙̩̺̹͜y̸͎̪̤̥͝ͅ ͎͚̩̦̤͎̀͜f͝҉͈̬̙̳͎̫̝a̢̡̫̺͙̕thomable͏̛̟̤ ̴̲͈i̛̪͔̼̭d̴̠̹e̷͉͍̬͘͡a how many  ̷̥̦̯d̵̫͓͕̟̹̞̹̤́ͅi̶͇̦̮̤͜ed immeḑ͓̥̥̫̜̤̞͡i̵̤̭͈̹̲͍a̜͉̱͕̱t̕͏̵̜̹̮͚̼̞̩̪ely̧͇̭?͙̝̥̩̤ How̸̬̠̬ ̢̗̞̱̟̹͚̰͞͡m̶̜̳̟͚̼̰any cont҉͏̯̥̪͍̝̺̥͠ͅͅì̞͉̰̼͎̬̖̮͠n̺̙̘̖͈̞͇̟ued on be it m̶҉̰̮͇inutes to hours ̲̰̲̭̪̞̰͎ṷ̷̤͚̫̞͢ntil they died̷̛͇͔̗̤̱͘ ͏̯̣̦̰as well? You dǫ̹̻̜̭͘n't give yourself enough c̷̞͘͜r͟͏̩̫̟̦̲͎̝̗̠edit Satchel." It paused and slipped back to its form between its indigo sibling and the man, "N̵̙͙̩̰̰̰̝̺ǫ͕̙͉̤̫͉̪͘ͅṱ̝͎ͅ ̸͏͍̙͔n̘̠͓̩͍̬̱͙͡e̺͍̰̱̩̲͢͝a̴̧̩̲̺͉͇̘͖͎r̵͕̦͍͙͖̩l̵͉͙͓̙̟̣͙̳̣͝y̼̠ͅ ̴̜͇̗̼̣̕͝e͞ͅn̸̺o̺͚u͇͘g̨̢̳̱͍h̶͏̲̩̮͈̲͢.̶̴̸̳"

"Ira." Superbia warned. It didn't appear to pay the caution attention anything other than a tilt of its head.

[luxuira-deactivated20150507]

(Satchel switches between “hey come on now let’s play it safe calm nobody gets hurt here please” to “danger what the fuck is that some new sex position where you throw caution to the wind oh sorry am I pissing you off, good” so I figure he’d be stupid enough to do this at some point.)

[apersonificationofmoney]

Of course! What a cutie.

[shadowsofsins-blog]

Oh angel……

I’M NOT FUCKING CUTE YOU PIECE OF TREE SHIT.

[apersonificationofmoney]

Fine, fine, I’ll remove the arms, didn’t mean to offend!

I meant cute in a good way though dear, surely you knew that. Why, what do you personally think you look like?

[shadowsofsins-blog]

Please you would offend me with or without them.

I LOOK LIKE SUNSHINE AND FUCKING RAINBOWS. I'M SO FUCKING ADORABLE AND EVERY FUCKER ON THE PLANET SWOONS WHEN I WALK PAST OR GRACE THEIR MINDS WITH MY LIES.

WHAT THE FUCK QUESTION IS THAT.

NO. PERSONALLY, I'M THE HELL DAMNED SIN OF ENVY. I AM NOT SOMETHING TO BE GAWKED AT IN DISGUST OR LONGING. I LOOK LIKE SOME DOUCHE FUCKER WHO FELL ON HIS HEAD FROM HEAVEN THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A FUNNY TO GIVE A FAILING CRUST OF A BODY TO SOMEONE WITH ANOTHER SET OF ARMS AND - WHY THE FUCK NOT - GIVE IT LEGS TOO THOUGH FUCK IF THIS MAKES IT IMPOSSIBLE TO MOVE THROUGH SHADOWS AS SMOOTHLY ANYMORE. NOT HIS PROBLEM, IT WOULD BE MINE. PERSONALLY I THINK THIS DICK SHIT CONTINUES SAYING "MAYBE I SHOULD MAKE IT SO THAT IT LOOKS LIKE WHATEVER PARTICULAR HOST IT MIGHT HAPPEN TO HAVE AT THE TIME WHILE IT FEEDS ON ALL ENVIOUS THOUGHT LIKE THE BOTTOM FEEDER IN SOME ASSHOLE'S FISH TANK".

PERSONALLY I THINK I LOOK LIKE A COMBINATION OF WHY THE FUCK NOT, SELF LOATHING, AND REJECTION.

THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU LOOK LIKE OH GREAT PERSONIFICATION OF A PEANUT GALLERY?

[luxuira-deactivated20150507]

His eyes wane from Superbia, to Ira, trying to suppress his vibrating in hopes it might calm the sin of Wrath even a tad, aware that with his luck it might not do a thing. The thought of which sin he might be condemned for if he could ever permanently die crossed his mind, and by far, pointless rage had been his strongest of faults in his weakest of times. Gripping tighter at his neck, Satchel looked back up to Superbia, almost surprised at how smoothly his name could be spoken. “T-Texas, originally, but I live…somewhere else now.” The wreckage of a world he wished, even if all of the Earth had to break for it to be…

[shadowsofsins-blog]

The oldest doesn't show any sign it noticed anything the floating sins were doing to its left. The crystal sin's eye seemed focused on Satchel and the 'somewhere else' he mentioned while Luxuria hissed something to Ira and with the wrathful sin's response it was let go but it didn't move.

It was proven fact the sins could kill in not even a microsecond but that wasn't Ira's intention, the sin recognized the breadth of Satchels' being, only it didn't completely remember where from exactly. There were so many in the world killing and getting angry, exacting revenge and plotting it, and the sin oversaw all of it, trying to push people in the direction of preforming actions than not, that was part of its job. It knew him. Where from though would take it a little more time.

Time which it would have as the oldest nodded and touched its jaw lightly. "Hm. You know there really isn't a reason to be so nervous." It waved to his shaking and more pointedly the hand still gripping his neck as it spoke, "We don't kill many people on the spot Satchel and even then usually there is a reason. While there are exceptions to this more often than not those are the gray-faces. We prefer you alive." A smirk as Superbia intended the next few words to be taken not nearly as seriously, "It is impossible after all to manipulate and get dead people to do our bidding."

[apersonificationofmoney]

Of course! What a cutie.

[shadowsofsins-blog]

Oh angel......

I'M NOT FUCKING CUTE YOU PIECE OF TREE SHIT.

[shadowsofsins-blog]

When the other spoke up Superbia’s eyebrow raised ever so slightly. The sins had seen about every sort of reaction there could be had to their first appearance, though lately not many seemed so outwardly surprised. This one though had Ira narrowing its eyes with its flames flickering alongside small bolts with irritation. Avaritia, on the other hand, simply used his shadow to slide up beside him, its yellow-green arms settling into touching fingertips together while it grinned, “Oh helloooooo.” It chuckled within a few inches of the man’s ear. “The pleaaasure is ours… and if it is an ommmen well-” The sin’s voice trailed off in a dark chuckle accompanied by its eyes flickering as if it had seen something in his face.

A small clearing of a throat came and the shadow paused to cast a glance at its oldest brother, almost immediately - yet reluctantly - Avaritia backed away but didn’t leave the man’s side entirely. Superbia nodded once before leveling its stare with him and stepping forward calmly, “Our names precede us still, I am known primarily around here as Superbia or Pride, the first sin.” It gave a short pause for a smooth gesture to the man, “By what name shall we call you? It is only polite I ask.”

[luxuira-deactivated20150507]

He freezes up watching Avaritia slide through and rise from his shadow, shaking into a bit of a blur. Satchel’s face almost suggests that he might perish on the spot of fright alone. “I-I mean no disrespect but please get out of my shadow, I-I’d really hate a heart attack!” He stammers, raising a hand to his neck and kneading at his throat. He thinks his words were the reason for him to back away, but seeing Pride…no, it wasn’t his own doing. Satchel’s eyes dart about the crystals on the eldest sin, in some sort of wonder. “My name is Satchel Raddler, sir. A-Again, its an honor…” It always seemed that those affiliated with the dark turned out not to be nearly as frightening in time…They were polite, and normally, anything but completely monstrous, though if he’d learned anything in life, it was that anyone could turn for the worst.

[shadowsofsins-blog]

As soon as Satchel started shaking Ira's eyes narrowed to mere slits on its face. Luxuria noticed and trapped its hands to make sure the sin wouldn't let loose. The fizzling sparks and violent flicks of flame could be ignored easier than it would be to stop Ira when it went for it, the youngest knew that from experience.

Avaritia though even after being asked to leave the immediate appearance of the shadow didn't move even an inch. This one obviously wasn't mortal, the sin knew that, but it couldn't quite pinpoint him. Surely he had connections to another sin, though who it wasn't certain, maybe if only for a minute in time but- A second glimpse out of the corner of its eye stopped its thought as well as captured the split second change on Superbia's face and Avaritia knew if it continued to not move the crystalline sin would get it to. It slunk back to the floor and slid towards the other sins, bubbling up near Invidia who, unlike the others, seemed completely uninterested with being there and rather annoyed it was.

Of course Superbia's curt nod and response came barely a tick after Satchel stopped talking and Avaritia started moving, "Of course. Its not every day one meets the very embodiment of the deadliest sins. Satchel Raddler." The head sin spoke the name fluidly while still examining it, picking it silently in its head, barely letting much silence split its words as it tilted its chin up a tad, "Where are you from sir?"