#martyrings

[confessingsinner]

As to be expected from a lowly devil, especially one that Vicers had a hand in creating...the world he inhabited was a shithole. That was being nice! Of course, the sun god that practically birthed this little matchstick would have a shitty underworld to match the shitty land he ruled over. Justim had made himself appear in front of the devil’s castle to skip the walk through what appeared to be pathways only lit by patches of flames. You could see small towns blotting the dark landscape but other than that...shithole.

Shaking his head, he wondered why he had come to even grace the flame devil with his presence. Such a low creature make burn at just the slight of his features. Worth a shot though, at least the devil would die by his hand.

Approaching the castle and not waiting to be invited in, his hand pressed to the castle door. Locks undone and boom, he was in. Giving any other scum in his way a chance to flee before Justim came to speak with this Ivlis. The spark. The flame that started such drama across the worlds. The one who was sticking his metaphorical dick into other worlds without Justim’s permission.

“ Hellooooooo? Ivlis! No need to hide from your creator, little spark! I will still love you even if you have been quite the little monster lately! “

Ivlis had to start playing this game by the rules, and no crime went without punishment. Break a rule in the game? Justim was allowed to snap an arm then.

[purplerosetrees-blog]

‘ Hey, what's with the flowers on your horns, you're scaring me ’

He hadn’t wanted this.

His love blooming despite his protests, flowers of violet and prickly thorns sprouting upon him as though crowning his head. Repressed feelings physically manifesting in such a way as if not to hide any longer, as if refusing to be held back by his hands alone. By his anger alone, by his threats alone. By he, himself, his being, alone. 

He hated it. That this disgustingly weak person, this thing was able to break through to such things. Stronger then he himself, his selfish hold on emotions not meant to be publicly displayed like this. He was weak, weak, weak, weak, weak. Such a insect wasn’t meant to be stronger then his magnificence. Wasn’t meant to be stronger then those feelings of anger, of happiness, of such fake strongholds that he held but no not fake, not fake they weren’t fake. They were real. These were the emotions that were fake. They were fake. Fake like Ivlis. Fake, not strong, not strong at all. He wasn’t meant to be. Wasn’t meant to be stronger then the violence of blood, of guts, of torture. Wasn’t meant to be stronger. He wasn’t.

He wasn’t at all, and that’s the way it was suppose to be. He wouldn’t bow down to some pathetic roach. He couldn’t love someone so weak.

But he did. And he knew it. It was infuriating. 

It was all his fault. Looking at him with such pathetic eyes, a small cornered animal frightened by a larger predator. Scared he said, scared those eyes screamed, scared his body trembled. 

Scared of him. He loved it. He hated it.

He wanted to rip it out so he never had to see it again. He wanted to rip out his eyes, to keep his love with him wherever he went. He wanted to rip out his flowers, hidden feelings no longer apparent, easier to pretend its not even a concept. He wanted to. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t. It was too late.

“You- you worthless roach… You’re. You’re not suppose to see my greatness like this. You’re not. You… This is your fault. They’re, they’re not for you. Its not suppose to be for you. My love isn’t for you.”

[shotagiveyoupain-a-blog]

@martyrings liked for a starter with Licorice

    “Mama! mama! Look!” Licorice was bouncing up & down on his heels as he held up the drawing he had just recently finished of his mother. He was incredibly proud of it & hoped his mother praised him for it.

[godofwhite]

@martyrings​

   There seemed to be an increase in new visitors after the invasion, even though one would expect the opposite. It was strange for it to happen, but the god was confident things were under control. Precautions were taken to prevent a majority of people from entering unexpectedly, stricter guard schedules were implemented with the higher-up angels, not to mention that both Etihw and Kcalb made a point of leaving the castle more frequently. Things were better managed, the likelyhood of another invasion was significantly smaller.

   Today, unlike most times, Etihw wasn’t sure who they were expecting. Yes, they knew he was dropping off something, he was a god of the Pitch Black World, and he was very tired. That was it.

   A few minutes of strolling in circles around the castle’s courtyard was all it took to find him, his out-of-place appearance catching their eyes immediately. He was surely tired-looking, it had to be him.

【♢】  “ .. You’re the god I’m supposed to be meeting, right? ”

   They approach hesitantly, but still offer a friendly smile. He didn’t look all to happy to be there, but it would be rude to make assumptions of someone. Don’t judge a book by their covers, right?

[shotagiveyoupain-a-blog]

Closed Starter for @martyrings

    The small star lay wrapped in numerous amounts of blankets & pillows that just barely hung off the edge of the bed; only their head stuck out. The sight alone making it seem that much more that Photon was a small child. A peaceful expression on their face as exhaustion had come tumbling down on them only hours prior. It wasn’t only until the star felt something--or someone entering their bubble. Faint lights glowing around their body; eyes drifting open & gold encrusted eyes blinking gently in an attempt to get a grip on their surroundings. Despite most of what was their home was darkness with various stars & waterfalls that seemed to go on forever.

    “Mm..” A quiet yawn & arms stretched above their head came in slow movements as the star struggled out of the bed trap that was the blankets that were cocooning them. The glow on their body getting brighter the more aware & conscious the star became. “Ah..” Photon immediately could tell who arrived-- the only other person who knew of this plane; Ivlis. A smile etched onto their face as they floated lazily left their chamber to greet the Flame Devil; only stopping short of his space to be sure if it was all right to get closer.

    Ivlis had been progressing better under Photon’s watch & it made them happier to see even the faintest of a smile on him. But Photon still made it a habit to be careful of over stepping--theyd be waiting for permission, “Welcome..back..” They said groggily & rubbed their eyes.

[confessingsinner]

"Hey, give me a kiss Satanick." Does Lzet mean Hershey Kisses or an actual kiss? We'll never know.

‘ Of course, boo! Anything for my fly~ ‘

Satanick, in a rare moment of stupid brilliancy, unwrapped the kiss in his hand from the candy bag next to him and popped into Lzet’s mouth. A smirk crossed his face, a hand cupped the fly’s cheek as the pitch devil kissed him as well. Passionate and…strangely sweet in a lot of ways. Pulling away and licking his lips, the faint taste of chocolate there. The devil leaned back in and rested his head on the fly’s chest, a soft purr coming from the exhausted Nick. He’d spent all day decorating Pitch Black World in a cloak of halloween spirit and even trick or treating in other worlds…it would leave anyone pretty tuckered out…

‘ Happy Halloween, my little bugga boo~ I love youuu… ‘

[confessingsinner]

(compliment the mun ic! using fork :3) Grabbing his father's cape, he buried his face inside Satanick's warm clothing. "If you ever feel bad, yknow I love you right? So does Papa and Spoon!! You're always so strong 'n brave and powerful, even when Uncle is mean to you! You never give up...Thas why me and Spoon look up to you so much! So, don't cry papa...ever, cause we love you!" (i thought it was cute shdhd)

‘ My little baby boy, aaa you make you’re papa so proud... ‘

And man oh man does this warm my heart. I’ve been so filled and worried and paranoid over so many things...its hard to remember how much I’ve been pushing through. And hearing from one of my sons truly does help, so so much. Makes me almost cry. Fork and Spoon are such amazing and lovely children...

and the mun behind the cutie fork is amazing as well. Bless Lowland for dealing with my shit and always listening to me talk and complain everyday. I’m blessed as all hell to have such an amazing friend. A true blessing. Thank you so so much for this, im actually almost crying from this message. Things have been so hard...its amazing how much this actually has cheered me up.