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[skhizma]

⚜ 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖈.

  Orion doesn’t eat honey. It’s not only that it isn’t vegan, that isn’t why --- he simply can’t stand its saccharine, sticky taste. That’s right, it tastes sticky to him. But maybe he can’t be entirely blamed for his absolute distaste for bee vomit.

  Apparently, many many years ago, before he or any of his memorable ancestors were born, the bee species had gone near-extinct, to near-disastrous consequences. And so, to prevent this from occurring full-scale, in short, the ever-wise and all-seeing Council members had heavily discouraged the consumption of honey, rather common at the time, which was produced by bees. So all in all, Orion believed, eating honey was an exercise in utter pointlessness. It served nary a purpose to Nature at large and it tasted terrible.

  This is precisely why he is in such awe as he watches this girl utterly drench --- no, perhaps saturate is a far better term --- her meat in it. Sweet food can be good... in small doses. But there is absolutely nothing about the meal she is about to partake of that can be seen as ‘a small dose.’ He leans back against what he perhaps foolishly considers to be an ordinary wall, folding his arms and shifting his weight onto his left leg when he speaks.

  “You are aware that your condiment of choice contains... a rather high amount of fructose, am I correct?” He pursed his lips, gaze quite fully trained on the pink-haired’s plate. “You don’t appear to be one struggling with this particular issue at present, otherwise I would remind you that consuming that kind of honey can result in tremendous weight gain for someone of your biology.” Wait. He’s being mean. That sounded mean, didn’t it. He’s gotta watch that.

  “I would be saying that in a...” he backtracked, flustering a bit, “concerned way, of course --- our virtually identical situations of being essentially forced to tough it out in Hell considered. I assume you’d want to leave this place, too.”

  The words coming out of his mouth --- they were not mean, but they were not nice. Tough love. It was as close to mean that you could be without meaning to be mean at all. Or maybe it wasn’t... He could measure his failure by gauge of the response elicited, he figured.

@strelitzero

[skhizma]

⚜ 𝖇𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊.

  So you’ve decided to explore Hell.

  Orion’s lips quirked upward. It was another wry gesture, just short of an eyeroll, but it got him through it --- whatever it was. The way he felt was becoming unbearable. Limbo was the edge of a cliff; to remain there against proverbial gusts of wind and malintentioned hands was to tempt fate. Even more accurately, it was to tempt the portion of one’s own eternity. And so he had departed.

  He didn’t know how long it had been before he ended up in a circle so dreadful as this circle that so closely resembled the Circle of Gluttony. Depravity climbed upon the immovable shoulders of debauchery and together, they never ceased to outdo themselves. Orion was truly disgusted; he seldom possessed even the smallest desire to undergo the activity of reflecting upon what he had seen.

  This was why he found it so interesting that there was almost an eagerness to his soul when he heard the whisper of a “spa” of some sort located in the nearest vicinity. He knew that it was another entrapment --- he knew this, and yet he had followed guiding fingers into this place. Sanguine Day Spa. A truly misleading name. The hot springs were filled with blood! There was nothing ‘sanguine’ abou--- oh. Oh, that was clever. Orion found himself chuckling, silently and uncontrollably, at the twins’ little joke. He hadn’t let go of a laugh so genuine in such a long time that it almost hurt to undertake the task! The twins must have been vampires of some sort, he realized finally.

  The chortle made him feel a little bit better, and so he decided to lift his eyes and look away from his clammy feet and his little corner of grimy rocks and rubble, nestled safely away from all the... platelets. He’d never liked blood. It was the one thing he could never bring himself to like the sight of. Or the heady, intoxicating smell of. Or the look of...

  But, he noticed, there were other people at the “spa” now. When Orion had come, he was alone. But now, among the others, there was a blond-haired man standing closest to him by far, simply staring into the pools of crimson. Orion quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side slightly as his tiny grin turned into a full-on bemused smile. What? Is he just going to stare at it?

  Something about “not sinking in,” and all of a sudden Orion’s opening his mouth to speak. He was situated beneath tar-black shadows, and so it might be surprising for a person with eyes yet unadjusted to hear a voice coming from where Orion was sitting. He was aware of this, and so there was an apologetic undertone in the beginning, before he got to the full swing of his sentence. Orion, knees to his chest, had already made the sad mistake of stripping down --- still wearing his underwear but nothing else --- a fact long forgotten if not for the stagnant humidity he felt circling his bare skin like the pads of animal paws. Rather uncomfortable.

  “Well, what’s this? Aren’t you going to get in?” He teased. “I must admit, there may not be much water over there --- but it sure looks fine.”

@duscast​

[skhizma]

⚜ 𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎.

  It was... kind of all too much.

  Finding out that you had died was hard enough. Finding out that you had died and gone to Hell? That was rather... Well. One couldn’t truly be disappointed in an outcome that one knew that one deserved. That fact was one that Orion reminded himself of every time his thoughts began to dwell too much upon the stench of this place. Upon how far he himself had apparently been from redemption. How badly he had truly behaved not in his own eyes, but in the eyes of God Himself.

  “Now if only I could remember how I died,” he drawled to himself, with his eyes focusing on nothing but his gaze locked onto the ground.

  He’d nearly been tempted. Into thinking that this place was beautiful. Into being unable to see the situation through to its core. Into believing that the place he had gone after dying was anything but what it was --- a reflection. The ultimate inability of one’s own spirit of returning to be with God’s. It was obvious what this was. He knew why he was here. The only thing he wondered was if there was a means of his sentence being... reconsidered. If there was a means of redemption, provided he even deserved it.

  Truth be told, he didn’t believe that he did --- however, he knew that it wasn’t up to him to decide. It was all very sticky.

  The result of a continued meandering through what was apparently Limbo, Orion eventually ended up in a place. Reminiscent of a barn or a horse stable, as it was, albeit in a twisted way. Rather than horses, the stables held monsters. Not dragons or even any kind of reptile known to humans, but entities far more gruesome. It was puzzling.

  “Mm. Isn’t this remarkable?”

  Orion spoke at full volume. He noticed that someone had walked in through the entrance, his only company within the dark stables. The first person he had seen in this whole place that looked like him, in fact. Human --- although he supposed that it was also possible that the appearance of a human was not always what it seemed to be. He was afraid, but he couldn’t back down. And he figured that whatever the case, he would find out soon enough just who (or what) he was dealing with.

  “I wonder if these beasts can even breed, let alone posit any form of entertainment for the denizens of a place like this,” the corner of his mouth turned up into a wry smirk as he held one of his hands to the muzzle of one of the smaller creatures. The creature was still huge, actually, close to the size of a Percheron. Its mouth oozing a strange black liquid, the more docile of the abominations leaned forward and began gnawing ever so slightly on the flesh of Orion’s open palm. Orion showed no reaction other than to flinch into its razor-like teeth, more interested in the nature of the creature than the discomfort it could inflict. “I can’t help but grow to wonder what the logic is in keeping them locked up --- meanwhile, the imps and other ghoulish varmint flit and flutter about in all their gleeful wickedness, granted prize sanction to get up to their own... devices.” He said the final word with a slight grimace, a baring of the teeth that betrayed his true distaste for this realm, woeful in the fact that this realm was one he knew to the pits of his soul that he deserved to be in.

  “All locked up in a prison located in a realm that is already, to its core, penitentiary in nature. Aren’t these souls the ones crying out for help, even more desperately than the souls of the damned?”

@herfall

[skhizma]

well now that we’re in this (and i’m off work), like this post for a lil starter of a few paragraphs max, most likely taking place in the first circle (limbo) or the circle of gluttony! capping at mmmmmmm 3!

[skhizma]

a gratuitous mun intro along with the check

hi all, i’m mel! 24 years old, they/them, yadda yadda. i live in the southern united states, texas to be exact (unfortunately lol) and my time zone is gmt-6. my zodiac sign is a taurus/gemini cusp so naturally i love a good laugh (ha ha. see?). some things i like are:

eating / cooking

spaghetti with meatballs

eating spaghetti with the meatballs

dark things / weird aesthetic / creepypastas

old books

psychology (i’m planning on studying it formally!)

spinning a good ol’ yarn and sharing some good times through roleplay ;^)

being “facetious” (a word i learned a few years ago and never stopped using since because it’s Just That Applicable)

it’s nice to meet you all, just wanted to introduce myself. anyways, on to that roleplay i mentioned!

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