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[returnofjesus]

Death and Resurrection -closed thread with Heavenguided

@heavenguided

Disclaimer: This thread will contain extreme depictions of violence, gore and painful emotional themes. All post will be under read more.  Read at your own discretion 

The sun was burning high in the sky, buzzard circling as they saw the crosses being dragged up the hill by the three men. Whips tearing at their backs. He nearly collapsed as they reached the hill even with the help of  Simon of Cyrene in carrying his cross. The soldiers seemed to be enjoying themselves as they tore the rest of the rags from his bloody body and pushed him onto the cross. 

He turned his head to see the first nail being positioned at his wrist. He let out a gasp of pain as the hammer struck the nail forcing it threw his flesh and into the wood behind, splitting the bones there as his hands curled in agony. The second nail nearly caught him off guard and his head turned to see the blood running down his arm the hammer hitting a second and third time. 

“King of the Jews needs a crown doesn’t he?” one of the soldiers laughed as he forced Jesus head up off the cross forcing a crown of thorns onto him, cutting and digging into his forehead. The two convicts were being put into place beside him as the soldiers pushed his feet together fixing a nail threw both of them and into the cross. 

He gasped in pain and agony as they started to lift the cross to it’s place on the hill. “Please... forgive them father... they know not what they do” he pleaded towards the heavens. He could hear the convicts beside him have their legs broken, a mercy to let death come quicker, but he was not to be afforded that luxury, instead left to gasp for air as the sun beat down on his tortured flesh.

As he felt himself starting to fade after hours. He blinked threw the blood running down his face as he saw a light, one of his siblings, wings spread coming towards him.

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

@gungambled​ said:

' open up '

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Open Up

There’s no screaming. There’s no point. Nagito knows he’s dreaming -- that there’s nothing he can do as he cowers helplessly, covered in the blood of his parents, and surrounded by terrified shouting. There’s only one way this can go, and it’s the one way it always goes. But for the moment, he’s hardly the same Nagito that lays in bed next to his loved one, clinging to her warmth like it’s the only thing keeping him afloat. He is -- again; always, it seems -- that same, helpless seven-year-old child, bringing about destruction he’s powerless to stop. 

 Nothing can pull him from this dream. He relives it all, vividly, as he has so many times. And only once it’s over does that soft voice reach him in the tense, cold darkness that follows. He wakes to a hand in his hair; to a wet patch where he’s buried his face in a sweet familiar scent, and the sound of broken, hopeless sobbing. It takes a moment for him to realise that it’s him making that awful noise. 

 She’s good to him. Too good. Too kind, waiting out this little episode of his at such an unholy hour. He wants to apologise. For ruining her sleep, for crying, for causing the accident, for everything he’s ever done. He wants to be forgiven. He want to know he can never be. 

 She understand what most do. That there was a plane jacking and subsequent accident, the details vague and murky on purpose. There had been such an aloofness about him when he’d first explained it, like it had all happened to another person. Sometimes, it truly feels that way. And sometimes, it feels like it’s happening to him all over again. 

 ❝Don’t...don’t forgive me,❞ he whimpers. Barely sure who he’s talking to anymore. ❝I don’t deserve it. It was my fault -- what kind of person would something like that happen to? I should’ve died. They should still be -- I remember, they never even saw it coming. They were too focused on the man with the gun. But that meteor, it came out of nowhere. It killed him, and then them, and then everyone on that plane except me. Why? I should’ve died that day, you know. I was next to them when the meteor hit. I was still conscious when the emergency crew...why didn’t they just leave me there? Why were they so nice to me? They should’ve...you shouldn’t...please. Please, hate me. Please tell me it was my fault. I feel like I’m going crazy -- please tell me I killed my family.❞ That gentle, desperate begging dissolves into sobbing once more. His teeth chattering and his whole body trembling as he clings to Celeste, the way a child clings to his blanket. 

[healingjourney-escape]

My parents have everything they ever wanted and they still find some way to be unhappy and then blame me for it. If I were a log that didn't speak and wasn't human they'd still find a way to be unhappy and blame me and or take it out on me.

[sir-huffman]

Huffman, Viktor and Kaeya are about to get it on while holding a toddler right at the entrance of the church.

Huffman simply blinks as he slowly just starts gathering his medical supplies and he starts preparing for his little surprise date with his favorite little clown. The public indecency alone is making Huffman’s stomach churn, but in front of a child?

❝ 𝗚𝗶𝗼, 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗜'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱. 𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀. ❞

@dikiyvter | @otverzhennyy | @noctuxcellus (im sorry not sorry y’all)

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

    ---Post-despair; Sometimes, Nagito gets phantom limb pain where his left hand used to be. It’s worse at night, and at times so severe that he wakes up either crying, or desperate to cut the thing off and be rid of it. He never does explain what it is, but it’s probably not hard to guess. At any rate, it can sometimes take him several minutes to remember there’s nothing there, and longer still for the pain to subside. 

[azotas-archived]

And its finished

[lotterygels]

( for Guy ) ⁉ + kill Luke

He didn’t want to, but no matter how much he cried and begged for it to stop his body just kept moving on its own. Luke was all he had left. His beloved sister was dead, all of his relatives, even his home. Luke was important to him and he couldn’t live in a world without him.

As his sword sliced through his best friends chest, he felt his own heart torn to little pieces. His arm still burned as his legs gave out, gloved fingers curling around the curse as tears rolled down tan cheeks. 

“...Why...?” Luke didn’t deserve to die and Guy didn’t want to be the one to do it. A chocked sob before he started crying out in anguish. “...I hate this...” He wanted to die. He didn’t want to live in this word if everyone he loved always ended up dying. 

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

💔

A Fucked Up Kissing Meme

18 - A  kiss  that  draws  blood.

Such perverse pleasure, far above the caliber a lowly servant. It’s almost euphoric, the way the Breeder plays right into his hands, like a puppet on a string. A few well-placed words to rile that temper, and the Servant’s back hits the nearest wall, his head slamming against the brick hard enough to blur his vision for a moment. A hand tightens around his throat, cutting off his air supply completely. An unwelcome pair of lips press against his own, and the Servant shivers as his fellow remnant’s tongue forces it’s way into his mouth in a vicious attempt to shut him the fuck up.

 He almost wishes Gundham would choke him harder. Bring him to the brink of death, let him taste the kind of despair that can only come from mortal fear. And how pathetic it would be for him to die like this, at the hands of someone he used to admire, fallen so far from grace as to tongue an insignificant nobody in a dirty alley - of all the ways he’d like to go, this isn’t it. The very thought makes him so ill, he might just collapse. How funny that would be. All he has to do is squeeze a little tighter, end his miserable existence once and for all...

 The Servant’s head is swimming, oxygen deprivation taking hold. He indulges in the sensation, risking the wait until the very last possible second, before biting down - hard. The second his windpipe is free, he coughs violently, spitting out blood that isn’t his. That cough morphs quickly into a laugh once his breath is back; high-pitched and offputting, as he fixes the remnant with a wicked grin. 

 “To be swayed by the words of a complete nobody...how were you ever an ultimate anything? You’re pathetic.”

 No doubt he’ll be punished for this. 

 He looks forward to it.