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May I give all the death brothers a kiss while being in a relationship with SK? (Please don't tell SK I'm cheating on him, I don't wanna turn into a snake by SK)
I don't think SK will approve, but I'll let this one slide.
My poor anons getting dumped into one answer.
This was originally just going to be Great Death but I had to include my buddy Small I had to we’re like the same guy in a way kind of sort of maybe
Prelims
Fandom: SCP Foundation Part 1/2
The two with the most votes will move to next round
The four with the most vote will move to the next round
All-Death / Kshitigarbha
Black Moon / 🜛
Greath Death / Yama
JALAKÅRA of the Impenetrable
Mekhane
Pangloss
Queen Mab
Rakmou-leusan / Rakhi
Part 2/2
Characters' info under the cut
hi remember me i was kcalteri anyway do you have any brothers deaths headcanons ❤
yes i do remember you!! i'm going to assume you mean general headcanons for them,, sorry if i'm wrong :')
We all know that the three brothers have their pet preferences. The Youngest is a dog lover. The Eldest is a cat lover. But the one in-between, Great Death, is absolutely obsessed with what one would typically find unusual. ...Rocks. It's rocks. Pet rocks. And not just pebbles found alongside shores and stone kicked beneath the dirt. He especially likes the big ones. Like Asteroids. Meteoroids. Space rocks. Pet space rocks.
Small Death usually floats everywhere. He doesn't have to, but he hates having to touch the ground and letting the soil dirty his robes.
All Death finds immense enjoyment in watching space matter get sucked into black holes.
The Three Brothers Death all like to go up to the stars and bask in their core temperatures of 16 million+ degrees celsius sometimes. Maybe it's their God-equivalent of what humans know as sunbathing.
Hello and happy new year I finally finished this drawing that I told myself to finish days ago yay
Anyway yea have my redesign/version of great death aka Yama, that’s his name right?
Anyway yea, gave him a skeleton under all those flames since I thought it looked cool and had poppy flowers grow all over since poppy flowers for those who died during war and stuff and gave him a classic cloak cuz y not :)
Yes Sanna, we’d love to hear a story!
“Oh my divines, it seems a lot of you would enjoy one! I am completely flattered. I shall tell two stories. Which one should I start with? Well, since they seem to be topic of honor so far. Why not Death themselves first?
I always heard stories about the Brothers, from my mother to Harak. While everyone else was so afraid of them. My mother was not. Indeed, she saw them as savors. The beautiful inevitable end. I never saw her pass. For when I woke up one Sol day, she was gone from her chambers. And she will never return. But her rambles stayed. Always lingering in my mind anytime I shut my eyes. Of the lullabies and tales she told me, this one stood out.
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‘ ‘ When time was nothing more then a dying maw. And the darkness was forever growing into a long forgotten rotting forest. A spark appeared. This spark held its hand out, offering it to the darkness. They took it. And began to dance. As the pair spun, they began to collide. Fusing. And becoming one. From this, golden eyes opened. A metallic mouth breathed for the first time. Looking forward, backwards, onwards and upwards. He came to find that he was all alone. Everything that could have been seen had already left. Rot was all that was left. A begone art. Indeed, he was the Eldest. For there was nothing else to claim the title.
One NYX night, a dim light arrived to the Eldest. The light flickered silently, week and vulnerable to an ancient rage. He too, was weak to the beauty of the warm light. And so, The Eldest saw fit that he shall protect it. He wrapped his cold, iron hands around the light. As his golden core, softened at the sight of it. The light flickered against his metal skin one last time. She stepped back, before turning into a pupa.
The Eldest was once again alone. Until the darkness sang a choir of four. And from the shadows, came the Middle Brother. His face was silent, but clothed with purr iron and joy. Compared to his Brother, the Middle was in his shadows. But he was mountain like in power. Trillions shall fall to their knees upon the sight of him. But never shall he leave the shadow of the Eldest. He was content with this however.
“Praise be, my brother!” The Middle spoke, with pure jovial.
“Well met, dear brother.” The Eldest replied, with glom but equal joy.
He motioned towards the pupa silently. And the Middle Brother looked at the sight with curiosity. Tilting his head to the side.
“What do you think of it?” The Eldest asked.
“I cannot say,” replied the Middle simply, “what is it?”
“We will find out soon.” He answered.
Then, from the great void, came a soft piano. And from its beginning melody came the Youngest. He held a sliver smile, and a false sense of pride. That would burn for all of time. He wore a dark robe and held a pale face. The Youngest remained far from his fellow brothers. His mind, compared to his brothers, was narrow. Great he was. But forever apart from everything.
“Praise! We are together at long last.” The Youngest spoke.
“Indeed. Praise, my brother.” The Eldest replied, a smile forming on his face at the reunion.
The Youngest still remained apart. But looked up to his brothers with wonder and curiosity. The Eldest, once again, motioned towards the pupa.
“It is beautiful, is it not?” The Eldest asked.
“It is bitter. And unfair. Why must we be so?” His brother answered.
The Eldest didn’t reply. He knew the minds of brothers. And he never learned how to solace it.
The pupa flickered, becoming a fire. A moth emerged from the remains. And looked upon the Eldest with warmth. Before rising above everything. With smoothness and a love stronger than any hatred. She raised her hand. She is a fire. A forge of pure fondness.
The fire looked down at the Brothers for a final time. Before turning and spreading her wings. Turning into a conflagration. That sheltered the remains, kindling it softly. And from a seed, that she once planted a sign of peace, came a trunk. And the antlers of a tree was birthed. Splitting into twain. Two twins were born along with it at the base. One of pure steel, the other with scales and a sliver tongue. Sophia looked upon her brother with logic. While Satan greeted her with delight.
The Divine flew across reality. Giving light to all the newborns. Far from her reaches, from the forgotten depths, the womb of the Eater broke. Spilling out the Demiurge. It scream, crying from memories that were fleeting. Gasping, she looked up. And with her fresh, week eyes, was blinded by creation. An ancient hysteria filled her blood. And her flesh spread like poison.
With this, the Eldest rose. Turning to his brothers. A smile finally fully forming on his cold face.
“Come, dear brothers,” he spoke at last, his shadow covering all of reality. The Moth laughed taking a brush and building 7 layers. The first, a great golden city. With great stairs and walls. The second, a frozen white tundra. Of towering trees. The third, a land of deep tides and floods. With forever flowing waterfalls. The fourth, a hellish wasteland of burning fire. With magma forming giant skyscrapers and cells. And finally, the Sixth and Seventh. A simple forest and garden. But a great palace laid in wait. “It is time.”
Once it was done. The click of heels sounded off. Followed by the hoof clicks of time. A woman and lamb stepped out of the darkness. They bowed to each other. And looked upon the tree with a sense of pride. The lamb looked upon the woman, before diving into the light. And she followed with them.
There is little more to be said. ’ ’
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It is quite long compared to other bedtime stories, isn’t it? That is my mother for you. I did call them rambles for a reason! Harak never enjoyed this story. He stated it was blasphemy against his family. And his great aunt. Whatever that seemed to mean. I was forbidden to ever retell it again in the Abyss. Although, I am no longer in the Abyss. So I win. I truly enjoyed it whenever my mother told me this story, I pray you all feel the same.
Stranger Things
that was an excellent season.
Great Death by offermoord
