Lo‘ak humping his pillow because it smells so much like you 😏
Lo‘ak x human reader, minors dni 🔞
Warnings: subby Lo‘ak, pillow humping, scent kink
Originally, Lo‘ak had been looking for you. But when he found your room at hells gate empty, he had decided to wait. Flopped down onto your too small bed that creaked under his weight and stretched his long limbs with a groan.
It was boring at first. There wasn’t much to do while he waited, so he started rummaging through your stuff. Colorful underwear he did not understand the purpose of, little squares wrapped in plastic in your nightstand drawer, a pink book with a tiny lock attached to it and a few very strange looking things that he did not know existed and why you possessed them, especially because of the way they looked similar to something else entirely. But it couldn’t be that, could it?
Sighing, Lo‘ak laid himself down sideways, his face nuzzling into the fluffy white pillow and that’s when it smelled it.
Your pillow was smelling so much like you, not the version of yourself that came fresh from the shower, when you smelled of soap and perfume and Lo‘ak wanted to rub his entire face along your skin to get that horrible smell off of you. No, your pillow was smelling like you.
Title: Tamed by the Starlight
Chapter 6 - Awakening
Rating: 18+ / Mature/NSFW
Pairing: (VERY obsessed) Neteyam x GirlBoss! Human/Avatar Reader
Genre: Medium burn, Enemies-to-Lovers, Post-canon AU /Neteyam survived the shot and all the Sullys went home/
Synopsis: General Frances Ardmore asks her ambitious and strong-willed daughter, who stayed on Earth, to help convince Jake Sully to cooperate. If she succeeds, she promises to give her what she values most in life: a huge amount of money.
Neteyam feels completely tired of all the expectations and duties. He just wants to be happy, but he feels like no one understands him — until life brings him face to face with his greatest enemy, and he realizes they have much more in common than he ever thought.
Chapter 6 Awakening
kidnapped back - lo’ak sully x mangkwan!reader
synopsis: while running away from the wreckage of the air ships and trying to lose the ash people on their tails, lo’ak gets himself kidnapped by you, varang’s tsahik in training. seemingly not for murderous reasons though, judging by the size of your pupils…
triggers: literally none. there’s mentions of murder, kidnapping obviously, dead animals, but this is so silly and fluffy that it’s ridiculous.
a/n: guys, i dont know if you know this about me but i love writing chaotic and obsessive female characters, it’s so fun. this is just a cute and silly idea i had had late last night so i decided to write it cause i can. enjoy!
ORIGINAL ART BY: @/soulofewya on insta
You first saw him when he was hiding with two other forest people and a sky demon, watching as your tsahik surged energy through her kuru into the one of an air nomads. The front of your body was pressed against the top of a large tree branch, watching their reactions to Varang cutting off their kuru, the na’vi falling limply to the floor. You liked watching people’s reactions to atrocities committed by your people because one was never exactly the same as another’s. He caught your attention though. You didn’t know why. Maybe it was the steel weapon in his hand, pointed at your people, or the fact that he hadn’t pulled the trigger yet. His braids were pulled back in a loose ponytail, wrapped with a beaded band, shaved on the sides and decorated with ocean people adornments. His skin was darker, bluer with a touch of purple from sun exposure. You wanted to smell him, see if he smelled like the ocean or now of smoke from the raid. Your smiled widened when you heard the sudden noise of your people noticing them. Then the chase began.
You followed in the tree tops as the pack chased after them on the ground, your body curving and leaping from branch to branch as your eyes stayed locked on them. The one you had been watching turned and used the steel weapon to take out Vi’ik in one incredibly quick moment, faster than an arrow and looked as if pure air had shot through him. The four kept running as Varang stopped everyone to investigate how her second in command died so easily. You ignored them though and continued following them out of sight.
You caught their names as they spoke to each other, calling for each other to hurry up and which direction to go. The two girls were Kiri and Tuk, you assumed Tuk was the smaller one from the childlike name, Spider was the sky demons, who’s age you hadn’t yet figured out as he was the same size as a child but his voice was deeper than one. Such a small species, it’s ridiculous. And then, Lo’ak. Your insides practically melted when you whispered it to yourself, loving the way it rolled off your tongue. You wanted him to be yours, your possession, yours to have. A mate…perhaps. It wasn’t the way of your people, a permanent forever mate, as it was easier to breed the next generation when nobody was limited to one perfect person. But you wanted him all to yourself.
“Come on, let’s go, let’s go!” Lo’ak whispered harshly to the his siblings and Spider.
Before any of them could respond to him, a black rope shot out from above them and wrapped around Lo’ak’s body. Everyone screamed as he was yanked off the forest floor and into the trees, gone.
His back hit hard against the bark of a wide branch, a hand pushed against his chest keeping him there as pain shot through him and he groaned loudly. When he opened his eyes, he saw you hovering over him, your yellow eyes wide and wild, just staring at him. Lo’ak immediately started trying to push you away, wiggle out from underneath your hand but you were very strong. He hissed in your face to try to get you away but you only returned it louder before it tampered off into you smiling like a maniac, like this was funny. He’d dropped his gun when he was pulled up so he didn’t have a weapon anymore, Tuk had his dagger. Your body was hovering over him with your legs pinning his down and the hand on his chest keeping him in place. You leaned down closer to his face which shocked him just enough to look at you for a moment, study you like you were to him. You had the same large red triangle down your forehead to the tip of your nose that that ash woman had with a matching one on your chin, there were red fans behind your ears similar to hers as well but yours were more of a red stretched skin instead of feathers. White painted triangles dragged down the inner corners of your eyes, the color matching the sharp bone piercing your bottom lip. You were…pretty, to say the least. It was your eyes though that caught his attention the most. Your pupils were blown.
“Hi…” You whispered to him, your eyes darting all over his face and chest. It almost sounded…genuine. Friendly with an edge of something else that he didn’t know. Lo’ak couldn’t trust it though, not after what he just witnessed your people do.
He hissed again, weaker and throatier, which just caused you to giggle at his attempt at scaring you off. Then something sharp jabbed him in the side and he immediately started to feel woozy.
Your cheek pressed to his as you whispered in his ear, “Night night.”
~
Lo’ak awoke with a start, a small gasp escaped him as his body stiffened wherever it was. Blinking away the blurriness, he saw you sat a few feet in front of him, legs crossed and your hands busy with braiding something. Immediately he tried to stand but his arms were stopped with the rope keeping them tied tight behind his back.
“Let me go.” He knew it was useless, you’ve gone through the enough of kidnapping him so why would you let him go once he’s woken up? But there was something different about you, no matter how cliché it sounded. You hadn’t killed him after all. He’d been at your mercy and you hadn’t killed him, hadn’t taken his kuru or joined your own with his.
Your head had immediately popped up from your little project at the sound of his voice, your tail starting to thump against the ground.
“Hehe, hi.” You said again, shifting into a crouching position to crawl over to him slowly on your hands and feet. Lo’ak stayed silent as you came closer, your knees touched his as you sat in front of him.
“Why’d you take me?” He asked, reminding himself to stay on alert, even if it was only you two here at the moment. You’d brought him back to where one of the air ships had crashed, only a ways away from it while not sitting in the wreckage.
“Cause I could.” Your voice was a tell to how you’d become distracted by something on his face. Your hand came up to touch him, which paused for a moment when he hissed and bared his teeth at you. Just like before, you returned it, before it devolved into light laughter. You continued your visual mapping of his face and, especially because he didn’t have much choice in the matter, Lo’ak, let you. Your fingertips traced over his eyebrows, the hair there that you lacked. It was a fascination, your mind locked onto it as you knew what that meant.
“You are both..” You said, no malice in your tone, just simply curiosity.
“Yes…I am.” Lo’ak was confused. What was your goal here? Why had you taken him if this was your goal? To touch him?
“Why did you kidnap me? Why am I here?” He asked.
“My people want you and the others, so I took you. They enjoy the chase, I didn’t want to take that from them.” You were still completely occupied with the delight his eyebrows were bringing you.
He paused and watched you for a moment, letting his eyes dance over the black leather top you were wearing, multiple sets of different sizes wrapped around you tightly. The choker you were wearing had drop down sets of beads that came down in long loops across your shoulders and chest. Your legs, which were straddling his own, were partially covered with a thin red fabric with large circular rips.
“What’s your name?”
Your eyes shot up to meet his at the question and your pupils dilated, pushing the gold out more and more. You told him, and he repeated it under his breath before whispering his own to you. Your tail whipped and curled behind you as you pulled out a small blade.
“Woah-hey-“ Lo’ak tried leaning back away from it but you held him in place.
You pointed it at him and said, “Stay.”
Your body wrapped around him like you were hugging him. But your hands and the blade started to pull at his bindings, your hand was holding his wrists as you brought them in between you before you started retying them.
“You don’t need to do that-“ He cut himself off when you gave him a look that said ‘are you kidding me?’ Lo’ak scoffed a laugh at that, “Yeah, that was a stretch.”
You pulled his tightly tied hands up to your face so you could inspect his fingers. Your pointer finger traced his pinkies, feeling the thinner finger between your own. Then your head snapped down to bite it, wanting to see if it was functioning and could feel pain.
“Ow! Hey!”
You seemed to think it was the funniest thing as you rolled off his lap, laughing to yourself at how silly his fifth fingers were. He’d never had this reaction to them before, someone laying on her back laughing like a baby at him purely in delight over his extra fingers.
“Are they useful?” You asked as you sat back in front of him, laughter subsiding but the glee on your face didn’t. Your sets of sharper teeth than his own were on display, a scarier sight under other circumstances. You were a scarier sight under other circumstances. Your smiles were manic to say the least, like every emotion you felt with dialed up to a thirteen. And your eyes were huge. He could understand being afraid of you, but for him, it was hard to be when you were acting like a curious child.
“Um, yeah, they can be. For grabbing and stuff.”
“Fascinating…”
The whoops and yelling of your people pulled both of your guys attention to the dense forest.
Varang emerged to see the two of you sat on the ground on the wreckage and she smiled wickedly. Lo’ak’s tail had started to wave behind him angrily as he heard his mother’s voice in his head. ‘Strong heart. Show no fear.’
“Sempa, I see you’ve found a pet. Wonderful.”
The terrifying woman stepped forward with her kuru slipping through her fingers when you hissed at her and grabbed Lo’ak’s body to pull him closer behind you. Everyone seemed shocked at this, even Varang for half a moment before she smirked at you.
“He’s mine. I caught him, brought him here. I want his fate,” Your brain finally caught up with what you’d done and your head bowed down, “I ask…please, tsahik.”
“Hmm…Alright, he’s yours,” The leader stepped forward towards the two of you and gripped your chin harshly between her claws, still smiling at you, “You are blessed that I like you or I’d cut your tongue out to feed to him.”
Your fangs gleamed in the fading sunlight as you smiled your best against her hard grip, “Thank you, tsahik, thank you.”
“Hmm, good. Now,” Varang let go of you and turned to Mari’ska to grab the steel weapon in her hands, before presenting it to Lo’ak, “show me how to make thunder.”
“I can’t.” He said before his arms are grabbed and he’s yanked from the ground, onto his feet.
“Show me thunder!”
“I can’t, no more ammo, no more thunder.” It was true, the clip was probably empty now since Spider had most likely grabbed it and used it after his disappearance.
“Ugh, you are useless.” Before he could think, Varang hit him with the butt of the gun and everything went black.
~
“Lo’ak! Lo’ak! Wake up, brother!”
His eyes blinked blurrily as the sound of Kiri’s voice pulling him back to consciousness. Sitting up suddenly to pull his face out of the dirt, he saw his family, without his mother, and Quaritch tied up on the ground in the middle of the woods. The Mangkwan seemed to have moved camp from the wreckage of the air ships after knocking him out and capturing his family.
“Oh, shit…when did they get you guys?” He complained seeing them all tied up, along with his father and his sworn enemy.
“A while ago. What happened to you?” Spider asked.
“Oh, uh-“
Coming out of the dancing and hollering ash people, all circling a huge bonfire in the middle of them, was you. You smiled widely at him and crotched down in front of him.
“Hi, Lo’ak.”
“Hi..” The rest of them watched the interaction with confused looks and furrowed brows.
You placed something wrapped on the ground and arched your back to push it towards him further, “I gutted this for you.”
The leafs fell open to show a dead and gutted stingbat. His eyes glanced between you and the ‘gift’ presented to him as you rocked back and forth just slightly on your knees. Your massive eyes stared at him expectantly as you waited for his reaction to your present.
“Oh…thank you?”
Your face spilt open in a smile as you rushed forward and hugged him. He was so surprised by the action that he didn’t even think to try grabbing any sort of weapon off of you before you pulled away and patted his crossed knees.
“Watch. Watch me!”
You practically skipped off towards the fire circle, jumping over the fire with ease as the Mangkwan people whooped and hollered for you. You pulled the concealed weapon that Lo’ak hadn’t noticed at first, two chipped obsidian blades connected by a braided leather band. Your body moved fluidly, spinning the blades around and over your shoulders and hips. Your eyes stayed on him, no matter how many people crossed in front of your gaze. It was like watching a ikran mating dance, the meaning of which flew over Lo’ak head. His cheeks were flushed purple at your cheeky smile to when once you noticed that he was watching you as well.
“What…is happening right now?” Kiri whispered to the rest of them.
“I have no idea.” Spider answered, his eyes looking between you and Lo’ak’s expression.
“I do! If I didn’t know any better, I’d see that freaky girl’s got a hard on for your dipshit son.” Quaritch was practically giddy at the idea of more issues for Jake.
“Watch your language, asshole.” The aforementioned hissed as he used his foot to shove the marine over, only causing him to cackle harder.
You had said it before. That Lo’ak was yours. And that didn’t sound like the worst thing right now.
~
So much had happened in the last few lunar cycles. The prisoners had escaped, after the sky man taught you and your people how to make thunder, something you marveled at with squeals of excitement. Despite everyone’s best efforts, they disappeared into the water and they were gone. With some more scavenging of the wreckage and the bodies that were left, all of you headed back to your ikrans and flew home to your village at the center of the burnt and broken Home Tree. The following day, as you were sat on the floor of Varang’s yurt while you refilled her oils and herbs with what was found in the forest yesterday. Your tsahik was working behind you on carving a new mixing bowl out of a sun bleached skull cap. You were the only person allowed into her yurt like this as you were her tsakarem, her tsahik in training. You did as you were told and normally quiet when you did, she liked that. You were also honest with her in a subservient way. Today though, you were more quiet than usual.
“Why are you sad? Stop that.” Varang asked, not looking up from her work as she did.
“I am not, tsahik.”
“Do not lie to me, child.”
You huffed a little, “I just…I miss my prisoner. I didn’t get to even do anything to him.” You kept your words tight, not wanting her to read underneath your words at what you really felt. That would only cause her to pry into your mind with her powdery drugs and you really hated that. And if she figured out that you were wanting to mate with not only someone outside of the clan but Jake Sully’s son, she’d skin you and wear you as a cloak.
Thankfully, she didn’t seem to catch on, “We will get them back, don’t worry.” She said simply.
The conversation came to an abrupt halt when you both heard the yelling from outside. Varang held her hand out to you to keep you inside as she stood up and went to see what was happening.
A few minutes later, after you’d become startled by the sound of a single clap of thunder, the opening to the yurt opened and in tucked the sky man, the older one with very short, unpleasing hair. Your lips curled up as you immediately reached for your things, a low warning growl bellowing in the back of your throat.
He let out a small chuckle and threw his hands up as a sign of safety, “No need to be doing all that, I’m friendly.”
You rolled your eyes and collected your belongings as Varang walked in behind him.
“You are dismissed. You may came back later if you still have work to do.”
“Yes, tsahik. Thank you.” As you brushed past the sky man, you’d let out a small hiss under your breath, a warning that if he tried anything, you’d have his throat for your collection.
A small disappointed pout graced your face as you left the yurt to make your way back to your own. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn’t it had been yours? Your Lo’ak?
~
Lo’ak couldn’t stop thinking about you, the Mangkwan girl that had kidnapped him and taken an interest of his extra fingers. His mind had been a whirlpool of thoughts since they had returned to their village. You had consumed his thoughts entirely. Your hair, the smell of your skin, your painted face, your piercing yellow eyes. Everything about you was utterly captivating and it was driving him crazy. He couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep. Unknowingly, he had gathered the supplies to make you a necklace, which was stupid considering the fact that he was never going to see you again and the two of you couldn’t be together anyway. You were one of the Mangkwan people, the ash people and he was now apart of the reef people. These facts didn’t stop him from fantasizing, innocently, as he pouting on a rock not far from shore but far enough away to not gain the attention of anybody.
“What’s got you so pouty, brother?” Kiri suddenly asked as she pulled herself out of the water and beached herself on his rock.
His hands were busy with the soaked, flexible bark strips as he braided and twisted them together. He’d found a dark purple shell that he thought you’d like on one of his dives and decided to do something with it. Ridiculous.
Lo’ak shrugged, “Nothing, just…thinking.”
“Thinking about that ash girl?”
His head whipped to her as he saw the smug look on her face as her theory was proven correct by the purple dusting his cheeks, “Yeah, I figured so. That for her?” Kiri pointed to the half finished gift in his hands.
“Yeah.”
“It’s nice.” She commented.
He sighed and put it down for a moment as he rubbed his face, “It’s not as if I can do anything with it.” Lo’ak looked to his sister as she gently reached over and grabbed the band from his lap to seamlessly continue what he had been doing, “Kiri, I don’t know what’s happening to me. She kidnapped me! And yet, I feel like I am drowning when I think about her, her chest gets hot and my throat gets tight like I’m losing air. My mind gets fuzzy and what am I supposed to do? It’s not like I can do anything about it.”
“Whys that?”
He scoffed a laugh at that as he gave her a dead look, “Are you serious? We are worlds away!”
“And at one point Mom and Dad were literally galaxies apart,” Kiri put down the project and turned to him, “Look, I’m not saying it will be easy but it is possible, if you really want it to be. The ash people are just past the forest, on the other side of the mountains. Plus, she doesn’t seem like someone to let go of something she wants very easily,”
He chuckled at that. It was true, in the short amount of time that he’d been with you, you seemed incredibly possessive of him, even to your own tsahik.
“It is not over, brother. You will be able to give her your gift soon enough.”
“I hope so.” Despite his hope of seeing you, he knew that also meant facing Varang and your kuru cutting clan, which if that happened, it could mean the end of the reef clan. There was a story about this, wasn’t there? A story that his father would tell from his home planet about a girl and a boy whose families hated each other despite them loving each other. How did that end again? Oh, yeah.
~
You did not like them. They were like tiny, little pink bug beneath your feet, and they did not like your smile. They ignored you or were frightened by you, not in a cowardly way like you enjoyed, in a way that spoken as if you were hard to look at, ugly. They were stupid to, with their tiny flat boxes pointed at Varang and your people. You couldn’t understand their words, but their eyes said it all. That woman covered in steel and machinery looked at you as if your people were the vermin encroaching on their land, their home. You’d never felt so angry about sky demons before, you’d never had any interactions with them and your people had their own struggles with survival that did not involve them, but now you understood how they gained their moniker. It made you angry how easily Quaritch had gotten Varang to agree to this, greed had overtaken her mind from the moment he taught her how to use his metal weapons. The day that he arrived to your village, he’d promised her as many thunder-bringing and fire-spitting weapons as she wanted if she and her people helped him bring Jake Sully, Toruk Makto, back to his people. She agreed and consummated their agreement. You hated it. But a plan had formed in your mind from the minute he said the name Jake Sully. Because wherever Jake Sully was, his family was, which meant Lo’ak would be there. You could take him again for yourself, to keep. That would make this miserable steel hell bearable.
Climbing out of the steel death trap that flew, your stomach turning at the feeling of not being in control of your own movements in the sky, your feet hit the sand for the first time. It squished and fanned in between your toes in a way that made you little out the smallest of squeals.
Varang had ordered you to stay at the back, to snipe from afar if anyone tried anything, so you did just that. Your bow pulled and tilted sideways over your arm as you stayed bent forward and close to the ground. The heels of your feet were positioned as close to the water as you could get without touching it. It frightened you, that small childlike idea of it touching you and your body melting like ash would, that your people had lived in it for so long that you’d become it.
You couldn’t make out what everyone was saying over the sound of the death traps whirling and making wind, another design flaw, the amount of noise and disruption it creates. But you knew why you all were here. To take Jake Sully. You knew your tsahik would be irritable if she didn’t get to kill someone with her new toy. You were talking about Quaritch or her thunder maker? You didn’t even know yourself.
Before you could even think, a hand clasped around your mouth and an arm tightly wrapped around your arms to keep them there. Your yelling in protest was so muffled that nobody heard you. Something sharp jabbed into your side and your whole body started to go lax against your will. Your mind became fuzzy and the last thing you felt before everything went dark was the all encompassing feeling of water starting to surround your body as you were dragged backwards into the ocean.
~
The smell of embers and smoke filled your lungs, pulling you back to consciousness Your arms were bind behind your back, a quick tug told you before your eyes peeled open slowly. It was day now, the sun peering through the tight weaving of the mauri you were currently in. Your whole body lit up when you saw who was sat across from you. Lo’ak.
You immediately became giddy, laughing hysterically as you realized what had happened, “You kidnapped me back! Hehe!”
You were too busy laughing with a wide smile to notice the purple flush on his face.
“You like me! You kidnapped me because you like me!”
“So what?” He said quietly as he pulled on the drawstring bag in his lap.
You preened at his words as you finally calmed down, the smug look on your face as you watched him toss something across the space between you two. It was a necklace, braided and beaded with bone carved pearls and a large purple shell in the middle. Your tail swished behind you and thumped against the ground as you glazed at it, pupils growing by the moment.
Lo’ak watched as you stood up, your arms twisting around and popping so that they were now in front of you, something he didn’t know anyone could do. You bent to pick the necklace up off the floor as you walked across the large room until you reached him, plopping yourself down in his lap with your bind hands behind his head.
You smiled proudly at him as you nudged your flat nose against his and whispered, “You’re mine?”
He nodded, his hands creeping their way around your waist, “Yes. And you’re mine?”
“Mmhmm.” Your kuru had a mind of its own as it slithered over your leg to join his between the two of you. His eyes dipped down to watch as it stopped, waiting for him to make the move.
“Teach me your ways, ocean boy.”
welcome to overkill dlc: beta access for apotheotics + saints! ❤️
hi, (killer) chat! can't wait any longer to see your sweet serial killers?
now you can playtest overkill dlc before its release on the 28th of nov and help us out kick some bugs outta the way! 🫶
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I’m so exited because it’s coming out on my birthday omg
THE DEVIL IS TRANS 🏳️⚧️
happy trans awareness week! ronin is canonically trans. ever since i made him in 2019 he's been a source of comfort through my toughest times.
i love my son in every iteration, whether he's annoying the shit out of ther estridge or menacing a poor writer ❤️
🫀 KILLER CHAT! 🫀
"he's trans?!"
he talks about grotesqueness-as-transness, born as "something Other than Myself", sees taking T as "slithering Boy" in him which feels like "Heaven", and parallels ther's relationship with femininity with his.
yes, of course he is! 🏳️⚧️
🪽 GLUTTONY GODS 🪽
gluttony gods is much more explicit about ronin's transness, because this is very much a story about being trans.
and also committing mass murder… but that's secondary.
TO FINISH...
ronin wouldn't be who he is without his transness. so i am only too honoured to celebrate it!
you can wishlist the games he's in here:
(or play on itch!)
ronin is the monster, and you'll do well to remember that.
taking down ai slop of ronin means encountering horrific characterisations of my boy and it frustrated me enough to write this:
the point of ronin beaufort is he IS the monster. he is your thoughts whispering sick things in your head. kill, kill, kill this town, ther.
purity is a saccharine lie that will meet ruin. (ethereality estridge is a false idol to be broken down.)
he does not give a shit. he does not feel sorry for himself. when he says he revels in his devilry he means it. he's not some tragic, pathetic pathos, you all see me as a monster but estridge you dont look at me like that. you see me as a better man than i am.
can i repeat. he does not feel sorry for himself. there is no world where hes comforted by ther / mc / whatever character telling him he isn't monstrous and where ronin. fucking. beaufort thinks "oh yay [they] think im a good man and dont think im a monster". that specific dialog in killer chat! "i think the devils a better man than he says he is" drops so many favor points im not joking.
im sorry that is just a fundamental and gross misunderstanding of his character. he is ROT. ROT IS HIS SOLACE. ROT IS WHO HE IS. and i mean this in the most beautiful way. i mean this in that the grotesque has given him breath, has let him live. rot is everything he wants because the perfect, everything-hes-nots have ruined everything he holds dear. he cant accept anything but monstrousness, the devils fall from grace into autonomy and self-determination, so blatant and blazing in it.
so when a man is born out of a body of his rot why won't he revel in it?
"you're the nicest boy angelwood has to offer" ther tells him and ronin points to the fucking bloodsplatter and is like "yeah even with this?" and ther is like "especially." ronin fucking laughs because ther's perfect rot, he's absolute rot. he is happy in his monstrosity because his monstrosity is what. allows him to be.
he is the shoulder devil. im gonna drag you to the depths. youre gonna give into your worst impulses. im gonna make you into your wretched apotheosis and you'll thank me for it.
and ther estridge is no saint. ther styled his horns. when ronin asks them if they want it back:
"no of course not. i like them on you".
they love him for his devilry. of course they do. (because the perfect girl-not-a-girl needs the devil to make them fall.)
ronin is toxic and monstrous and that is the point. that is what makes him who he is. lets not sanitise my son please it makes me sad when i see it. and it makes me even sadder when i see people making him white and cis. just stop.
https://www.tumblr.com/slvt4subchratt/794285040313974784/pepispoet-is-rose
paige has given multiple people on here her personal ig and they’ve all confirmed she’s not rose. Idk why we’re still harassing a new girl over vibes and feelings or hunches 🫥
rose isn’t the only person allowed to make her theme around a celebrity…or write fics…or have a personality…
Thank you for clearing that up, I mean it. I haven’t been active on tumblr for a long time so I wasn’t really caught up to anything yet love you for that anon!! <3
Bunch of emo men (and Ren I guess)
maybe in another life i’m a gorgeous and skinny young adult in the 2000s with a huge closet with hundreds of clothes, strolling around new york on stilettos with coffee in one hand and a pink flip phone in another as she walks into 2000s style barnes and noble to meet her friends before going to a tokio hotel album signing in virgin megastore in times square and taking a picture of dreadlocks tom kaulitz in her pretty bedazzled digital camera 😞