Laveau's Lounge

I’M HONESTLY GEEKED AS HELL RN CHAT/VPOS

Bc what do you MEANNNNNNNN we killed some sorta celestial being ???? A GOD ???? Was it a national wide thing, or done by a specific organization that Summoner just so happened to be apart (church?)? Who would’ve allowed the church to kill a god? Who allowed anyone to kill a god?

Is Summoner even human?

Probably not, how tf could they survive a bullet wound with seemingly no adverse effects (besides the obvious) ?? Does that mean Santos is also inhuman? Or are they advanced humans? Or maybe they are humans that have just adapted to the post-apocalyptic setting, if so, how long has the world been past the apocalyptic stage?

When did it start?

Is the corruption of human kind man-made, or have the gods forsaken them? Was it retaliation or a coup? What convinced them it was a good idea to go against the gods, to take from them?

Was it mandated; unavoidable? Or did they want it hurt, like they possibly were?

Injustice? Deaths of those who didn’t deserve it, life to those who did, suffering amongst the devoted that surrendered their souls to the divine in hopes of prosperity, just to be told unworthy?

Conflicting ideals? Staying pure to impossible standards, destroying the self to remain true to words of those they never truly saw, but were told they were the stars and more, to those who would grant them salvation and true freedom — sitting in gilded cages amongst the clouds?

Prayers gone unheard? Sobbing words of little foods and devils whispering in ears that fall amongst the deaf, aching hearts that plead for lives better than what they have, to have full access over mind and body if only for the chance of a blessing, having precedence over man and kin for the sake of living tomorrow?

How easy it is to be angry, to fall into a bleeding heart — a blessing and a curse it is, to feel so deeply, to know that you’re alive enough to fight through the nastiest parts of mind and body; of morals and soul, to experience the darkest and heaviest of feelings that weigh down on your chest like a plague. Or a blanket. A comfort to most, a sin to many.

It’s a multitalented cluster of emotions, so easily molded by the “savior” lingering near; like a bloodhound with a scent; like a creature who lives and breathes unforgettable hatred; like a feeling that crawls beneath your skin and settles between your ribs, whispering that it knows you. So unmatched and untamed, something stronger than the will of the gods.

Whether driven by pride or hurt, feelings run amuck; un-herded. Anger is strong, even as you lay caked in the blood of your colleagues, you drag your fingers through their still warm bodies (were their lives well spent, worth laying grave-less on a battleground?), collecting the red lacquer spilling from gashes in human flesh (did it need to be done? Could it have been avoided? If they lived again, would they be the same?), the only thing on your mind is your anger.

It’s what keeps you alive, it’s what you cling to when things fall uncertain; when death draws near in blinding white and broken wings; weapon scraping the floor like a church’s bell; ringing; beckoning.

Anger bleeds in when your peer asks you to feel.

Anger is all you harbor after the circle is drawn, anger is all you know when you press the gun to your head.

Anger is how the demon knows you’re worthwhile.

Anger is what saves you in the end.

Anger is what damns you in the end.

LAMSKSJSN OKAY — enough of whatever that mind vomit was hehehe/silly/pos

Here’s some sketches I did when listening to the audio, they were so fun !! It was really interesting to draw something like SWK, I did struggle given he’s far from human hehe, but it was nice to stretch my wrist !!

And yes, that first sketch is a ref from Coryxkenshin FNF; it’s funny/j/silly

I also think I made my Summoner too tall (he’s roughly 6’0) or SWK too short hehe, I’ll try again laterrr

I’M HONESTLY GEEKED AS HELL RN CHAT/VPOS

Bc what do you MEANNNNNNNN we killed some sorta celestial being ???? A GOD ???? Was it a national wide thing, or done by a specific organization that Summoner just so happened to be apart (church?)? Who would’ve allowed the church to kill a god? Who allowed anyone to kill a god?

Is Summoner even human?

Probably not, how tf could they survive a bullet wound with seemingly no adverse effects (besides the obvious) ?? Does that mean Santos is also inhuman? Or are they advanced humans? Or maybe they are humans that have just adapted to the post-apocalyptic setting, if so, how long has the world been past the apocalyptic stage?

When did it start?

Is the corruption of human kind man-made, or have the gods forsaken them? Was it retaliation or a coup? What convinced them it was a good idea to go against the gods, to take from them?

Was it mandated; unavoidable? Or did they want it hurt, like they possibly were?

Injustice? Deaths of those who didn’t deserve it, life to those who did, suffering amongst the devoted that surrendered their souls to the divine in hopes of prosperity, just to be told unworthy?

Conflicting ideals? Staying pure to impossible standards, destroying the self to remain true to words of those they never truly saw, but were told they were the stars and more, to those who would grant them salvation and true freedom — sitting in gilded cages amongst the clouds?

Prayers gone unheard? Sobbing words of little foods and devils whispering in ears that fall amongst the deaf, aching hearts that plead for lives better than what they have, to have full access over mind and body if only for the chance of a blessing, having precedence over man and kin for the sake of living tomorrow?

How easy it is to be angry, to fall into a bleeding heart — a blessing and a curse it is, to feel so deeply, to know that you’re alive enough to fight through the nastiest parts of mind and body; of morals and soul, to experience the darkest and heaviest of feelings that weigh down on your chest like a plague. Or a blanket. A comfort to most, a sin to many.

It’s a multitalented cluster of emotions, so easily molded by the “savior” lingering near; like a bloodhound with a scent; like a creature who lives and breathes unforgettable hatred; like a feeling that crawls beneath your skin and settles between your ribs, whispering that it knows you. So unmatched and untamed, something stronger than the will of the gods.

Whether driven by pride or hurt, feelings run amuck; un-herded. Anger is strong, even as you lay caked in the blood of your colleagues, you drag your fingers through their still warm bodies (were their lives well spent, worth laying grave-less on a battleground?), collecting the red lacquer spilling from gashes in human flesh (did it need to be done? Could it have been avoided? If they lived again, would they be the same?), the only thing on your mind is your anger.

It’s what keeps you alive, it’s what you cling to when things fall uncertain; when death draws near in blinding white and broken wings; weapon scraping the floor like a church’s bell; ringing; beckoning.

Anger bleeds in when your peer asks you to feel.

Anger is all you harbor after the circle is drawn, anger is all you know when you press the gun to your head.

Anger is how the demon knows you’re worthwhile.

Anger is what saves you in the end.

Anger is what damns you in the end.

LAMSKSJSN OKAY — enough of whatever that mind vomit was hehehe/silly/pos

Here’s some sketches I did when listening to the audio, they were so fun !! It was really interesting to draw something like SWK, I did struggle given he’s far from human hehe, but it was nice to stretch my wrist !!

And yes, that first sketch is a ref from Coryxkenshin FNF; it’s funny/j/silly

I also think I made my Summoner too tall (he’s roughly 6’0) or SWK too short hehe, I’ll try again laterrr