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//hey guys!! just wanted to let you all know i’m gonna be at @epilcgue from now on!! it’sa multimuse where i’ll be able to add characters without.. making more ungodly amounts of blogs ill be inactive on!! and characters you havent seen me use before!!

i’ll be deleting this blog and my other ones soon, but ill keep this up for people!!

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α ϝιɳαʅ σɾ ƈσɳƈʅυԃιɳɠ αƈƚ σɾ ҽʋҽɳƚ. indie mostly game-based multimuse

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ocs, crossovers and aus welcome! we’ve got muses of all kinds here!

oc muses are here, too, based off of game things (sadly, no OC pages yet, but I will indeed give quick descriptions of each character if you do so desire to interact with them!)

(don’t worry, of course, OC pages WILL come soon!)

mostly game-based (as there’s indeed an anime in there, with some OCs, but the OCs are based off of games and the anime DOES have a few games, so HAH!! TAKE THAT TECHNICALITIES!!)

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//looks like i’ll be making this blog into a multimuse!! will take some time, of course!! i’ll be moving all of my blogs to this blog, and i’ll be reblogging this to the other blogs i’ve got to let people know (so, im hella sorry to people that follow many of my blogs, ill make sure to not do that sorta thing again– just wanna get this sorta thing out there!!) blog is gonna be under construction for a bit! will even have new tags and whatnot!!

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honestly with how much blogs i’ve been making i should just make this blog into a multimuse, whaddoyou guys think though?

here, have a poll, since i’m hella indecisive

http://www.strawpoll.me/20509974

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Big Lion Knight:

“Hmm… I would not know,” he replied, quite sincerely. Repaying kindness with lies was a heinous thing to do, even well meaning ones.

Ornstein ate his portion. Then, he grabbed some more for good measure. “I have survived on rotten meat and other putrid concoctions your human stomach could not digest.” This was definitely not the best conversation topic while eating, but he suspected his companion wouldn’t be too fazed by it. “Hence while I am no expert in demonic cooking or dinning, this tastes far better than expected — delicious — and I would hardly call it survival food.”

Oh. Water sounded fantastic. “If you can spare some… yes.” He eyed the Doom Slayer with a tad of hesitation. “Where did you find water in this place?”

A shrug from the Slayer, though-- in a shocking turn of events. . He looked to actually be removing his helmet. “I could probably handle more than you sound like I could.” He said, “. . as, uh. . regretful as I am about it, ‘sides, I don’t exactly really consider myself human much.” He murmured, sounding a bit shameful, but he placed his helmet to the side, revealing his face. Lost a left eye, an x-shaped scar over his face. . quite a few other scars littering it, with a patch of skin looking practically removed from his cheek, and a smaller patch from his forehead. . And when he spoke, his tongue seemed to have a few scars as well.

Jesus. He was a Doom Slayer for a reason, wasn’t he?

A little shift, but he had gotten what looked like a canister of water from his belt, then placed it down near Ornstein’s hand. Then, with a grunt, sat down right there next to him-- with an understandable amount of space, of course.

“Aaah. .” He let out a little sigh as he sat down. .

“. . Didn’t. There ain’t any water. Just brought it from the ship I stay at.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I can usually handle going a long while without food or water, but feels nice to actually drink and eat, you know?”

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Big Lion Knight:

Did he like the idea of eating demon flesh? No. Yet Ornstein wouldn’t let himself die of starvation. If a feeble human could stomach this horrid food, then it should be perfectly safe — however foul.

Without bothering to answer, he simply grabbed a piece and started chewing.

Wait.

WAIT.

“This…” an odd display of rude full mouth talking, but… “this is good.”

You see, Flynn didn’t exactly expect that reaction. Far from it. Instead, he really expected to just be yelled at, to be told how horrible eating this was and how he should be ashamed of it. He knew of where demons came from, but Flynn was focused on survival. Absolute survival over anything else. Besides, he needed to help the guy that put up with him.

. .

So when he was told that this was good, he couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. A-ha. His cooking made it good. Nailed it, Flynn.

“Really?” He found himself asking, peering back to Ornstein with a slightly widened eye, before his head ducked down, “Can’t tell if you mean the actual meat or the cooking, but. . At least you’re gonna enjoy it while you don’t starve. Might have some water on my person, too, if you need it.” He offered, patting himself down. .

If he really had to, he could just. . try to get a portal and see if he could reach through for a water bottle. He’s done it before, he could do it again.

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He felt like he got his brain hit with a freight train. Time to go silent for a bit and only communicate with grunts to try to recover.

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Trizyk:

Was this a rather confusing moment? This was a rather confusing moment. For the both of them. The Slayer and the Harbinger. Two completely different paths, two completely different fates.

But the pain was the same. Strange. Trizyk could only give an uncertain stare at Flynn right now– Nothing he said made sense to even himself. But he felt like he should. What was happening to him? Wasn’t he supposed to be a grotesque abomination his whole existence? Then why did these thoughts try to resurface from the back of his head whenever it came to both the Doom Slayer and the man he always visited in the catacombs?

“YOU. ARE ASKING SOMEONE WHOSE MIND IS BEING EATEN BY THIS DAMN REALM EVERY DAY. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. AND HE WANTS TO KNOW THAT TOO.” This was all Trizyk could say in this. He couldn’t say something that would convince anyone like Flynn. Like he could anyway– He was a monster. He had been a monster. He had no excuse for what he had done and whenever the chance struck, he’d feel some form of guilt creeping over him. Though it wouldn’t last as long due to the nature of Hell in a soul tainted by its machinations.

“I COULD TRY AND SPILL OUT WHAT LITTLE I KNOW FROM A LIFE I MIGHT NOT EVEN HAVE NOR REMEMBER HAVING.” Trizyk could feel his own voice shaken. This was odd. And not in a good way. At all. “BUT WHAT’S EVEN THE POINT? IN THE END, I HURT YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE ALL THE SAME. NO AMOUNT OF EXCUSE WILL EVER CHANGE THAT. ALL THE DEATHS I HAVE FROM YOU, I RIGHTFULLY DESERVE SO.” Sounded like he couldn’t forgive himself to some degree. It wasn’t making sense. It didn’t make sense. But why did it feel like it did…?

Demons didn’t ever show regret (or if they did, not as much), let alone like this. Only pretty much anyone else would. So how could an oaf like Triz…

How could he feel that?

Trizyk fell silent again, likely reminiscing another flashback of sorts.

—

The Night Sentinel couldn’t move his body– Everything hurt. He had so many gashes and stab wounds, all which drew out a lot of blood. His barely alive eyes could only stare towards some demons. Looked like he was laid upon a pedestal of sorts, fresh blood still spreading beneath him.

What began as a search for a missing Argenta turned into the worst failure in Trizyk Eindride’s life. Not only could he not find his superior, he was caught in a one-sided skirmish against those abominable creatures. And the strange realm he found was never a pleasant one to begin with either. First was the sickeningly crimson skies. And then the faint smell of burning brimstone.

And then the injuries he, more or less, succumbed to.

He could only listen to what the creatures present were speaking about.

“It’s no use.” One of the higher-ranked demons spoke. Looked to be an Arch-vile. Masculine voice– Had a crown designed as they were thorns. “This stranger might pose a danger to us if he remembers the reason he will turn in the first place– His soul simply cannot be processed, no matter what. He is just this persistent.”

“What do we do then, my King?” Another asked him. This was a Summoner alright. Female, if one were to recognize the voice. What were these two planning to do with him?

“Mark him with a mind-inhibiting spell. That’ll prevent him from fully recovering his memories.” Oh no. Not this, and not now.

“And the Hellwalker?”

“Even if he is found by this man, he won’t be able to recall anyway.” The Arch-vile flashed a wicked smile. “It would be ironic if a demon is guarding the sarcophagus the very one he had failed to search for, all while he forgets.”

They… They were talking about… ‘Ser Eltanin was caught? Oh gods, no…’

Dread and despair set in once he heard their plans. Oh, did Trizyk wish to run away right now, but he lost too much blood to get back on his feet. Or to stay alive for that matter. His eyes began drenching with tears. He didn’t want his life to end like this. He would rather get Eltanin and escape.

But he couldn’t.

‘Ser Eltanin, I’m sorry. I failed you.’ A thought ran in him as life would soon escape him. ‘I should have never get involved in this… I…‘

It hurt again. What was happening to his body? His still fresh scars began feeling as if they were burning.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. Would anybody at all come save him?

But there were none aside what he heard to be a now trapped Eltanin, and himself. He could never forgive himself for such a failure. This was a regret he would bear, but it wouldn’t be for long before everything would be taken from him.

However, something still sparked in him. Hatred. Vengeance. And both towards the demons.

‘Nar Mi va-en da'nan gen'ias.’ His eyes managed to glare at the two demons as he was about to die from the ritual forced upon him, though they escaped their notice as the conversion ritual began. ‘Nar Mi va-en da'nan gen'ias.’

—

Trizyk was still dead silent as he froze. He now found the reason he was here. It was hard to understand why such a memory surfaced in him after all those eons.

It would be much harder to mention this to the Slayer. It would make things far worse for the two. It would be better if he would just kill Triz and be done with it.

But the Harbinger’s eyes couldn’t lie. Was he… Was he… Crying? No, what was wrong with him? Demons weren’t supposed to display regret.

Instinctively, he looked back at the sarcophagus. Should the Slayer be told about it? Probably not, but he was tempted to.

At least his mind was free now. What harm could there be by telling the truth? Well, there might be some things that would hurt him and the Slayer both, but keeping it hidden would hurt them more.

“IT… I…” He began speaking again. “THAT SARCOPHAGUS. I KNOW WHO LIES TRAPPED THERE.”

“…THE GOVERNER OF BETHIA– AND THEN HEBETH. I WAS… I WAS…” Another hesitation, though it would prove short. “HIS ASSISTANT.”

Admittedly, Flynn didn’t expect that sort of answer. He didn’t expect any answer. He only expected rage. Fury. And a lot of missiles heading his way, but they never came. Staring at Trizyk, he managed to mutter a weakened, “Tell me.” Though, once he was met with silence, he could see it-- that look on that demon’s face weirdly reminded him of his own expressions, something that admittedly horrified Flynn-- they reminded him of the times he went through those episodes, seeing things, getting flashbacks to times before where he was now. . Surely, Trizyk was dealing with some kind of flashback.

So when he saw how he acted now, hearing everything the demon uttered, all those words that spewed forth from his mouth. . The last thing he said had hit him hard.

This was. . His ancestor’s assistant. And from what Flynn had attempted to study lately, this meant that he shared a last name with the Eindrides. From what he could tell. Hell, his little bits and pieces of research were most likely wrong, but Flynn couldn’t really wrap his head around that right now. The news he was given left his bloodshot eye wide, but there wasn’t any bloodlust to it. Instead. .

He just hunched over. squatting down, squeezing his eye shut. He always found it easy to just dismiss what the demons said. All of them-- at least, mostly, until the things he heard from Sthusa hit him, but hearing this, it felt like he was going through the Betrayal all over again.

“. . No.” He managed to sputter out, “. . no, no, you’re kidding me. . this would mean you’re-- that you’re a. . Sentinel. A Night Sentinel, r-right?” He swallowed hard, peering up at the Cyberdemon for a moment.

“. . fuck me.” He mumbled, lowering his head again. He needed. . A while. A long while. When he’d get back to the Fortress. . he knew he’d need a break. .

Managing to get up, though, and wiping the blood from his mouth, he started to limp along. His guns had been on the ground, away from where he was thrown, but once nearing them, the Slayer just picked them up, studied them to check for damages, then had moved to get them back on his person. However, he. . Didn’t aim them towards Trizyk. Instead, his head moved to look at the sarcophagus. With a wheeze of a chuckle, Flynn lulled his head back.

Goddamn it.

“. . Think what I hate the most is that I believe you. .” He managed to mumble, “You aren’t lying about it. . It’s real. You really are a. . Sentinel.” He weakly sighed, mumbling, “Maybe I kind of thought that there was something up with you-- especially when we interacted more. You didn’t always wanna. . blast me to bits. You just wanted to talk.” He started to try to move past him, and it was obvious that the Slayer had been even more weakened after the throw, horrifyingly enough-- his hands had to move to try to press down onto whatever surface he could, just to support himself.

Although the Slayer had seemingly zero limits-- just enough damage could definitely bring him down, no matter how tough it was.

“. . let me get to the sarcophagus. You aren’t gonna be able to fix shit with what you did to me and my goddamn family,” He spat as he said that, squinting his eye a little. . why were things spinning?. . fuck, he needed his helmet-- fuck his helmet right now. He didn’t need it. Yes he did. Fuck.

“But you still have some form of a soul. Help me get this goddamn sarcophagus back to the Fortress. . old man.” No demeaning name about him being a demon, and for once, Flynn didn’t sound entirely hateful.

He was just tired, but Flynn knew he had a job to do, even if he still held a hate for Trizyk, a hate that wouldn’t end for a long, long time. Perhaps, then, it’d be time to figure out a game plan on how to get this poor bastard back to normal and on the right track. The Slayer despised demons, but he knew regret when he saw it. And he saw a lot of it with him.

“. . Don’t give a shit what Xyg and everyone else in this shitty House thinks.” He said, his hands being gently placed onto the sarcophagus. . The Governor of Bethia. Hebeth. . He had a lot of questions to ask Trizyk, if Flynn didn’t pass out, that is. “I want this goddamn man to be able to let the first thing he sees be the god-damn stars. Not this fucking Hellscape. . understand me?”

. . Flynn was getting impatient, fast, so he didn’t exactly wait for Trizyk’s response when he raised his voice,

“UNDERSTAND ME?!”

“By God,” He spoke up, “I will not even give you a choice-- you WILL help me. . Then I’ve gotta. .” He faltered a little in his words, his eye noticeably becoming a bit more lidded, and he slumped a bit more against the sarcophagus.

. . drowsy. . things were getting cold. . needed a medpack. . a big medpack. . a really big medpack. .

“. . figure out all of this shit with you and what exactly they did to make you into a fucking Harbinger.”

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Trizyk:

They Slayer weakened. Good. “SUCH TEMPER FOR A MAN WHO IS ABOUT TO DIE…” Trizyk barked back with venom. “…AND HIS LOVED ONES WITH HIM.”

“VERY WELL, MORTAL. I WILL TAKE MY ONLY GAZE IN YOUR FACE BEFORE I END YOUR MISERABLE EXISTENCE.” With this pathetic excuse of a Sla daring to bark back at him, even as far as daring him to remove his helmet, the Cyberdemon did what he do best– Uncover that helmet of his with his thumb. Very. Very. Slowly. Until a loud, heavy clank could be heard in the floor. His hand was already large and it could kill anyone with his usual force applied.

And there was that face he wanted to see again– Even if it was damaged and one of his eyes was lost. Yes, yes, he could already have a taste of the Blazkowicz bloodline on the verge of being broken. Trizyk could feel satisfaction of victory for once.

But he failed to process a name that slipped past his notice until now. Bethian? Sounded close to…

Bethia.

The sickeningly amused look on Trizyk’s face faded. First into confusion. And then uncertainty. And came fear like no other. This little man, until now, never had surfaced in the Harbinger’s mind that he would share the look of the very man who laid slumbering in the sarcophagus that he so fervently visited. Even if it was for no particular reason at all.

That, and he could, for some reason, remember some words he was not meant to learn. Or at least, that’s what he thought.

What was that face? Why did this flav-ros have his face? And just like that, Trizyk began to experience a glimpse of the past… And he didn’t know if it even belonged to him or otherwise.

—

“Ser Eltanin.” A voice called to a man similar to Flynn. Judging from that strange feeling of shortness and… humanity, it was as if Trizyk himself was part of that memory. “You look pale. Do you want to talk to me about what bothers you?”

When did this conversation take place again…? It felt like it had been eons…

—

“DA’AN!”

This was enough to send him into a state of panic. With a roar, he backed off to the point he could feel himself fall, throwing Flynn off to a distance away. Perhaps way back to the entrance of the catacombs from the end of an uneven flight of stairs leading down here.

All Trizyk knew in his life when it came to languages was both Helltongue and English. He just screamed in Argenta. How did this happen? Why did this have to happen? How in any realm at all did he know that?

Safe to say, he was terrified. But he didn’t understand. He knew he feared the Slayer for obvious reasons at times, but none of this feeling of fear made sense to him right now.

“YOU…!” Even big demons could dread, but Flynn probably hadn’t seen Trizyk freak out like THIS before. If he could stay conscious, this Cyberdemon’s eyes already widened in shock. That was a first. “WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS FACE…”

“WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS FACE?!” He still couldn’t understand this fear. He had always known the Slayer, but again, this was a new low coming from such a behemoth. What, was he haunted by a mere look? How funny, considering most demons didn’t give a hoot on who they kill– Or about to kill, in Triz’s case. And he? Who did Trizyk refer to?

“I DON’T NEED THE MERE THOUGHT OF YOUR MOCK OF A VISAGE TO HAUNT ME LIKE HIS DID. THAT ALONE IS ALREADY ENOUGH TO SEND ME ON EDGE!” Again, the thought of the great Cyberdemon cowering before an injured man was hilarious, if repressed memories wasn’t taken into consideration.

“Na mir us…” For once, his voice lowered to a volume that could be considered unnatural to other demons, being how loud he normally was.

“NA MIR US!!”

Those words that Trizyk spoke at first made the Slayer grit his teeth in rage-- and it was soon easily seen as his helmet was removed-- the piercing blue eye, as blue as the energy of the Wraiths, with a chiseled face in a scowl, and the rather intense jawline. Everything about it was nearly identical, save for the wounds on his face and the lack of an eye-- even the look of anger was the same. Perhaps that was why demons feared him so? It was hard to tell.

Managing to keep his eye open, he could see his fear-- and, perhaps in a sadistic hatred for Trizyk, almost felt a sense of glee from it. Though, it felt different for Flynn this time, like he should strangely feel guilty for it. But why? Why should he feel guilty? After all of the Hell this bastard put him through-- when he first ran into him at the Tower of Babel, nearly being killed, struggling to get up, over and over again, until he finally killed him the first time. . and then, with what happened to Daisy and the rest of his family, too. .

Why did he feel guilt?

Of course, what alarmed the Slayer was when he was thrown, sending his weakened body flying, then tumbling, his back skidding against the ground before his ragdolled form had rolled over, a lidded eye staring at Trizyk for a moment.

. .

He couldn’t get up. For once, the Slayer couldn’t get up again-- he was thrown right back to the entrance, all the way back, and he could only really see red. However, he forced himself to get up like he always did, moving his hands to press down on the ground and pushing himself up with a croak, though he spat a bit of blood from his mouth. . The words the demon uttered. .

“. . how do you know that?” Flynn choked out, peering up at the Cyberdemon from the other end of the Catacombs, and like he always did, he stood to his feet.

“. . How the hell do you know those words?!” Surely. . Surely, Trizyk wasn’t a Sentinel-turned-demon. He couldn’t be. No, absolutely not. Even the Sentinels he knew had some form of remembrance of who they used to be-- Trizyk didn’t. So, how did. .

. . How did he know. .

It felt like a punch in the stomach, a thought trying so hard to make itself known to the Slayer again, when he was in Nekravol. When the soul lost hope, when it expired after all sorts of torture, it was extracted for Hell energy, if he could remember. . And the husk of a body would be left to create. .

. . A demon. .

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Trizyk:

“ARE YOU QUITE OUT OF YOUR HEAD? YOU LITERALLY FLEW INTO A BLIND RAGE AND ALREADY KILLED MUCH OF THE COURT YOURSELF. YOU WERE NOT EVEN IN THE PRISON OR ANYTHING.” Now Trizyk wasn’t the kind to comment about certain people experiencing certain things, BUT he just saw it– Flynn shooting demons left and right without even ending up in prison! And NOW he is in the damn Catacombs. And injured too, that fool.

How many did Flynn kill? Well, Triz knew a few he recognized the most– He went after Xapha and Lecha again, as he had heard. Taz was also sawed into half, and Sthusa laid dead with a whole arm off. Tygrove got bested again and his body scattering in masses of blood and organs everywhere. Xyg was out on a meeting with ANOTHER court of Hell and it wouldn’t be until a few days at best that she would return. And boy, would she HATE the news of House Arkah being invaded again. By the Slayer himself, no doubt. There were so MANY dead demon bodies scattered about.

“WHAT IN THE UMBRAL PLAINS DO YOU WANT TO DO IN THE CATACOMBS ANYWAY? THIS IS PRACTICALLY A GRAVEYARD FOR THOSE WHO FAILED THE CONVERSION PROCESS.” Well, aside from a coffin that was unique from the others at the very back. A sarcophagus, it looked like. Always one to give even the largest of demons like Trizyk goosebumps, and yet it felt… It felt…

Familiar.

Something still stopped him from thinking into this further.

“YOU KNOW WHAT, I COULD SQUEEZE THAT HALF-CONSCIOUSNESS OUT OF YOU AND THROW YOU BACK OUTSIDE. HOW ABOUT THAT, YOU TINY MADMAN?” Not the wisest choice of words there, Trizyk. But in one fell swoop, he did just that– One large hand grasping the other. And quite restraining at that.

“I’VE BEEN PATIENT WITH YOU AND YOUR WHIMS FOR THE LAST CENTURY, BUT YOU ALWAYS, ALWAYS HAD TO GET IN MY NERVES.” Uh oh, was Trizyk angry? He looked angry. He sounded angry. Yes, he certainly was– What’s more, he ended up confessing something about the Slayer making him so. Oh god, that hand was probably squeezing the poor man. If Triz wasn’t careful, Flynn could get killed right there and then. “HOW LONG HAVE YOU HIDDEN YOUR FACE, HUH? ARE YOU THAT TOO MUCH OF A COWARD TO SHOW IT? OR WAS IT SOMETHING ELSE I DON’T KNOW?”

He wouldn’t have made Flynn suffer more than he already did. But he had to just push one button on this monster. For the first time in almost forever, Trizyk would again show Flynn pain.

Flynn had found himself in the worst situation he possibly could have been. Out of ammo, gasoline for his chainsaw, no charges for his crucible-- all he was left with were his bare hands. So, when he found himself rather wounded after his countless encounters with the demons of the strangely semi-organzed House Arkah, especially with this one sending him into a blind rage, and now finding himself against an old adversary of his. . Well, it didn’t leave the Slayer in the best of moods.

He found himself attempting to reply-- even if he knew he shouldn’t be, and letting out a grunt, nearly a gasp when he was picked up by merely one hand, his half-conscious mind struggling to process most things, but all he could process was a feeling of nearly being dead. Helplessness, he despised the most when it came to himself, leaving him with a sense of near defeat just like the days when he had gone insane. .

He managed to just notice the tiniest moment of hesitation earlier, however.

Trizyk was thinking of something-- he could tell, but he couldn’t focus on that. Flynn could feel his need for self-preservation growing.

His head craned a little, an eye narrowing at the Harbinger, the Cyberdemon, hands struggling against his grasp. He would usually be able to break free, but all of that blood loss. . It was weakening him immensely, even with his empowerment from the Divinity Machine. No matter how strong the Slayer was, no matter how much of an unbreakable will he had, or how much rage he always had to keep him going-- he was still human. . Though, Flynn wouldn’t exactly call himself human anymore. He didn’t think he fit the bill for that.

Just being the Slayer fit much better with what he was now.

“Man, I wonder.” He hissed his words out through bloody teeth, “Maybe it’s because you and the rest of your little House killed my family. My mom, my grandfather-- Daisy--. . And the entire fuckin’ Bethian Clan. My ancestors, goddamn it. . !” He lulled his head, though-- even with his strong tone, filled with such anger that could send most demons into a state of fear. . There was obvious weakness the Slayer was showing.

And Flynn despised that he was beginning to show weakness.

“. . urghk. . i-if you really want me to ditch my helmet. . t-take it off yourself. . never wanted to show my face to demons like you, but if you really insist. . y-you’d might as well see the face of the bastard that’s going to blast your ass to pieces like before.”

#☰sending out transmission---------reblog☰#☰entering praetor suit---------ic☰#☰Unholy Crusade---------DOOM Eternal ☰Verse☰#☰they are no longer your people to save---------house-arkah☰#☰Relentless Coil---------Trizyk☰#//dohohoho flynns fuckin m a d #//and still having an IDENTITY CRISIS

@thebloodkeep liked this post for a starter! aiming this towards @house-arkah

“You aren’t. . keeping me in this fuckin’ place forever. . no matter how much you make it hurt. Don’t care if I get burned, because I’m gonna rip all of you apart once I’m outta here. . !”

#☰entering praetor suit---------ic☰#☰Unholy Crusade---------DOOM Eternal ☰Verse☰#☰they are no longer your people to save---------house-arkah☰#thebloodkeep

@goldenornstein liked this post for a starter!

“Are you gonna eat that, or let it get cold? If this entire ‘eating demons for survival’ thing isn’t your. . ideal thing to do, I can get that.”

#☰entering praetor suit---------ic☰#☰Unholy Crusade---------DOOM Eternal ☰Verse☰#☰activating portal now---------crossover☰#☰Heaven's Wrath---------goldenornstein☰#//flynn trying so hard to just be like #//'im not making you eat demon literally do it of your own free will'#//he says #//as he cromches on baron steak #//probably plans on making it FANCY AS FUCK for ornstein too #//flynn KNOWS HOW TO COOK AND HE WILL USE IT TO HIS ADVANTAGE

because i seem to always find my brain going every which way for threads (i promise ill get to the ones i already have of course!) feel free to like this for a mini starter! might be a one-liner or a lyric starter, or maybe even a mini paragraph~

#open starter #>starter call<#for mutuals!!

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