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m!anon: Pure Evil for 1 week.
Form Switching is permanent. you are now a monster; an impure distortion of your former self. can you find your way back to purity? #sinfulstrikeout
Hello everyone. It's been a while, hasn't it? I know it's been a long hiatus for me and it's kind of sucked. I've been trying my best to get back into the groove of rping in this fandom but it isn't quite working for me. I've sort of moved on already, found a great new fandom home, and don't really count on coming back. I already miss rping Batter but... It's for the better.
Consider this account officially closed from roleplaying.
I don't intend to come back but that could change some day. I'll be leaving this account open for the possibility of picking it up some day and also so anyone who wants to read over old logs/look at art/read my writing can still find it here. If you need to get in contact with me, you can always find me on my personal tumblr account.
*Grabs Batter's collar and yanks him down without permission, tipping his mask up just enough to peck the Batter on the chin before making on his way.*
The Batter was somewhat surprised by the sudden motion and kiss to his chin, looking just as straight-faced before the encounter as he was after. Even maintaining his expression he was still thoroughly confused, wondering what in the world the abrupt kiss was for.
Hello good sir, I do not mean to bother you,but I am curious. I have seen a good number of the RPs you do involve 'vore' and I am just wondering, what exactly is vore? I have tried some searching, and I just don't seem to really grasp the idea behind it besides it being about eating people/being eaten. I do not mean to sound ignorant, I am just uncertain in this subject, and I was hoping you could shed some light on it for me. Thank you for your time.
[Perfectly acceptable question! Iām not offended at all I understand that not everyone knows every kind of fetish in the universe so I donāt mind explaining.
Vore is of course a fetish, but the word itself doesnāt precisely mean cannibalism or always sexual happenings as most people to believe. Thereās a lot of different types of it, but Iāll help you understand by explaining the most common two.]
First is Soft vore;Ā the act of swallowing another living thing alive and whole. It can range anywhere from the two same-sized individuals to perhaps a āpreyā who is micro sized or even a āpred/predatorā who is macro sized/giant. Most commonly thereās no chewing, no pain, no blood, and it can be surprisingly fluffy when acted out or drawn. Some people will prefer a horrible digestion process where the one consumed is digested alive, and then thereās people (like me) who like fantasy land magic where nothing bad happens and we donāt think about the realistic part of it. Some people take it a step further and like rping scat/urination/vomitting, but it ranges from vorarephile to vorarephile. Most, as I know, prefer none of the gross details.
Then thereās Hard vore, the more violent gorey version that most people think of when they first hear about vore. It involves biting, ripping, tearing, and a lot of violence in general. It can be either where the prey is being consumed alive or even when they are dead, but usually itās a lot more painful and graphic in comparison to itās counterpart. It can have all the elements of the previously mentioned āsoft voreā, even somehow the people who do it can make it even kind of fluffy (odd, I know).
Aside from these two branches of vore, thereās a variety of different sub branches of the fetish that donāt always involve the traditional intake of the mouth. Vore is basically being ingested into someoneās body so it can be by mouth, genitals, breasts, hair, tail, or whatever other opening they can come up with. I prefer the more normal types of vore, but thereās plenty others I take interest in.
I know for most people who look at the fetish itās difficult to understand. Just try to understand that 98% of the people involved with it enjoy it as purely fantasy. Not all of us want to literally go eat people or anything, but the thought of it is nice. Most of us carry out this fetish with art, writing, and roleplay so thatās why most people involved are eager to find others willing to participate.
Itās not everyoneās cup of tea and I donāt expect everyone to understand or like it either. My only request is that people respect my strange tastes because I was born liking it and it just happens to be my main interest. Iām very good introducing people into the fetish and giving them an understanding. I know good writing and material that can kind of help you understand where the fetish comes from without over-sexualizing it. Although, donāt be fooledā there are some very disgusting people into vore but doesnāt every fetish have itās freaks?
Anyways, to wrap it up, itās not a difficult concept itās just hard to understand. Iām always open and willing to take questions and explain my interest and opinions on it, just shoot an ask any time.
[In case you skipped out on my about page, I have PSE/photosensitive epilepsy! And that one dedan gif with the white/red drastic flashes is starting to really get to me. Just please tag it with 'epilepsy' or something so I'm not taken to the hospital. Thank you!]
... my Batter prefers reading over listening to music. Something about music always puts him to sleep, especially if it's something soft. He doesn't consider himself a fan of music because of this and hardly really even listens to any.
āI donāt remember a lot of things about my youth.ā The Batter paused, taking the question into consideration. āOr I just block it out so I donāt have to remember it. But there are nicer things I choose not to forget.ā
āIt was back in the summer I had just turned 13 and it was my last year of playing in the minor leagues. It was hot. Like summer always was. But even if it was like hell fire temperature outside, the sweat and burn while I played baseball is something Iāve always enjoyed. It made me feel alive and made playing the sport that much more fun to me.ā
āI remember being particular about keeping my uniform clean for my debutā¦ Even if my parents or anything werenāt watching. It was the last game of the season, so I wanted to leave an impression there. The next years of my life Iād be preparing for the big leagues, so I had to show my value as a player. I remember how heavy my whole body felt, pacing up to the plate. Gripping the bat so tight I could hear the strain on my gloves. And then I brought it back, and the faceless pitcher threw the ball.ā
āIf you havenāt played the sport, itās an impossible feeling to describe. Moving your body with all the force you can must, arms swinging the bat and cutting through the air. And when it connects with the bat you can feel every vibration and the force of the strike. Your power in your hands as the ball is forced into the air with your own human strength. The ball flew out of sight in no time, and I ran as fast as I could. I had barely even gotten a look at it as I started to push off the earth and run the bases. Next thing I knew I was at third base, running for home. No one was stopping me. The ball was already out of the park.ā
āIt was the first over the fence home run Iād ever hit in my life. And I donāt think Iāll ever forget it. Everyone in the stands was stunned to silence I guess, because no one applauded when I went across the home base. I remember looking at the crowd. Like I said, all I can remember is everyone being faceless. The only one there with a face was that kidā¦ The kid with the red shirt. He was smiling and clapping and looked almost proud.ā
The Batter paused, glancing off to the side in silence. Itās obvious by his expression heās shuffling through his memory, shoulders shrugging slightly as he resumes speaking.
āNow that I think about it I guess he came to all my games. Iāll always remember that smiling kid with the red shirt. Heās in a lot of my memories.ā
[For my hiatus Iāll have a que going with random facts about my Batter, including answered questions. Send questions to my ask box/ask here and Iāll answer them in the queue daily!]
... Strikeout has a phobia of fish? He's completely unphased by flying whales or any specterfied fish, but if he were to ever come across one swimming in the water he would probably panic.
"Did you think because I was dead I would just go away?"
Strikeout's ghost is still active, following around Batteured and pestering him because his dickish personality from the m!a is still in effect. Strikeout isn't actually a specter that can be purified, simply a phantom that only Batteured can apparently see and hear.
... Strikeout does have a real name? His surname escapes him but he knows his real name well enough. He doesn't use it (obviously) but would respond if anyone ever called him by it. Currently the only one that knows it is his active player.
Laying flat on his back, the Batter's blank white eyes were staring skyward even though he couldn't see a damn thing. It was strange, to be able to lay so still on the ground and have the blackness creeping into the corners of his vision. His body had been completely wrecked and he was pretty sure he had more than one gaping hole in his body, complimenting the deep gashes in his body. For a moment he thought perhaps even his leg was missing, but it was impossible to tell at this point. The Batter had felt so much pain that he couldn't feel anything but his own thoughts at this point, and the warmth of the sun on his dying body.
Closing his eyes so he didn't have to watch his own eyesight fade to nothing, the Batter quietly collected himself to rethink the events that lead to this. His malicious effect that made him act deviously out of character had led him to getting tangled in the wrong spider's web. There were a number of people he could have toyed with just fine, but he had pushed his limits when it came to that alternate. What the Batter thought was playing around quickly came down to game of life or death. And it seemed his twin had come out the victor... While he had been purified.
But oddly for someone who had just been purified, he wasn't feeling very pure. No, he was actually just feeling pretty dead. If he hadn't had fooled around and transformed this would have never even happened; his impurity was his one advantage over the other and for some reason he couldn't bring himself to use it. Just clawed hands and sharp teeth, weaponless he let the fight happen with little resistance. Perhaps it was because he wanted death all along. Maybe what the Batter truly wanted was to see the black abyss once again.
Everything had gone black at this point. Even with his eyes open, or as open as he thought they were, he saw nothing but blackness. He could see faint traces of red now. Maybe it was his death screen, or maybe he just had blood in his eyes. Either way he just let out a soft exhale that was supposed to be a chuckle, and let himself relax. Using the last of his muscle strength, he put his lips into a smile. A genuine smile, the sort his stoic face rarely showed. This was it.
GAME IS OVER.
ooc notes!
Just so everyone knows this isn't the end forever, I am definitely coming back. I've been meaning to put this Batter on hiatus for a while, and after a very nice rp with finn I had in-character means to make it happen. Things are still a little busy in my life and I'd like to dedicate more time to unpacking and settling in my new home. My Batter enthusiasm has been a little weak anyways, and I'd rather not push myself to rp him when I'm really not feeling game for it (no pun intended).
When I'm back, my Batter will be pure for a short while, so do look forward to that! I've also got some nice m!as on store I'll probably be taking up. Despite my sinful!Batter running out, I will be finishing all rps and interactions with that. If you wanted a rp with Batter while he was off his rocks just let me know, I'd still love to do it once I've returned!
As I've said a million times before if you need to ever get in contact with me I will always be on Skype and my other account. ALSO, I'm going to set up my personal and be a little more active on it so feel free to bother me here, too!
Seeya in a week or two! I'll need someone to revive Batter.
