WARNING: THIS BLOG MAY SOMETIMES CONTAIN ARTISTIC DEPICTIONS OF GORY SCENES, AND IS THEREFORE "NOT FOR KIDS". (16+) I DO NOT SUPPORT SIMON OR HIS GF (THIS IS A BLOG FOR FUNSIES). DO NOT TRY TO DRAG ME INTO DRAMA!
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[CURRENT EVENTS]
AGONY. - Ire found him, and is using him for her own entertainment, as per usual. Strangely, though, the next doorway seems to be a portal to a different realm...
ABOUT THE SINNER
THE SINNER'S PRONOUNS: he/him
THE SINNER'S FEARS: Merinthophobia, hemophobia, aichmophobia
This version of John is immortal, and often finds himself in less-than-preferable situations, usually ones that cause him extreme pain and/or suffering. He is a lot less brave than the canon John. Ire has a special hatred for him, though he's not sure why.
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POST INDICATORS â¤ĩī¸
#sinnerspeaks - asks/answer reblogs
#yeowch! - something bad or gory is happening
#[text] - blog runner is speaking
Red text involves the sinner's tears.
(violence, gore, helplessness - things that make him cry.)
Pink text involves the sinner's fears.
(restraint, Ire - things that make him afraid.)
Purple text highlights the sinner's name and pronouns.
(John, the sinner, he/him/his.)
Blue text involves the sinner's feelings.
(cold, sad, scared - things that make him weak or miserable.)
Green text indicates that something is holy.
(Flashlights, lanterns, robes, anything created by Him.)
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DM INDICATORS â¤ĩī¸
[None yet. Still figuring this out.]
REFERENCE SHEETS â¤ĩī¸
(Wounds will turn into scarring over time. Questions about wounds/scars are welcomed.)
Oh, yeah. I have boundaries for where injuries can be.
Green - entirely ok to go for (e.g. gutting, stabbing, other forms of injury)
Yellow - can injure, but not seriously (e.g. deep cuts, but not to bone)
Orange - light injury (e.g. skin deep cuts)
Red - cannot be injured in any way
The reason for this legend is because sometimes I can feel 'sympathy pains' and I would rather not have a headache while trying to sleep.
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*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
His intestines spilled out, hitting the ground with a wet splat. A pool of blood slowly grew, trickling from the new wound as he quivered, whimpering in agony.
*They grabbed your face, gently tilting your head up to look them in the eye as they grabbed your intestines and pulled them out, making sure the flesh wasnt torn and that they stayed attached. Their claws still scratched at the organs, leaving small, burning cuts.*
" The very nature of your flesh is disgusting. You will never be clean, never be pure, never be rid of me. "
He threw up blood. His hearing was muffled. His vision was blurry, eyes lidded and glassy. He was still crying and shivering weakly. Agony had blossomed inside him.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
His intestines spilled out, hitting the ground with a wet splat. A pool of blood slowly grew, trickling from the new wound as he quivered, whimpering in agony.
*They grabbed your face, gently tilting your head up to look them in the eye as they grabbed your intestines and pulled them out, making sure the flesh wasnt torn and that they stayed attached. Their claws still scratched at the organs, leaving small, burning cuts.*
" The very nature of your flesh is disgusting. You will never be clean, never be pure, never be rid of me. "
He threw up blood. His hearing was muffled. His vision was blurry, eyes lidded and glassy. He was still crying and shivering weakly. Agony had blossomed inside him.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
His intestines spilled out, hitting the ground with a wet splat. A pool of blood slowly grew, trickling from the new wound as he quivered, whimpering in agony.
*They grabbed your face, gently tilting your head up to look them in the eye as they grabbed your intestines and pulled them out, making sure the flesh wasnt torn and that they stayed attached. Their claws still scratched at the organs, leaving small, burning cuts.*
" The very nature of your flesh is disgusting. You will never be clean, never be pure, never be rid of me. "
He threw up blood. His hearing was muffled. His vision was blurry, eyes lidded and glassy. He was still crying and shivering weakly. Agony had blossomed inside him.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
His intestines spilled out, hitting the ground with a wet splat. A pool of blood slowly grew, trickling from the new wound as he quivered, whimpering in agony.
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*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
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*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
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[Hmmm. Feeling like having @poor-sinner get tortured again. (rubs hands together like housefly)]
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Footsteps raced across rough concrete. Door after door was kicked down.
And yet, nobody had shown up, not even Carnation. The timer wasn't even ticking down. The maze was entirely silent.
Or was it?...
Ire wasn't all too focused on satisfying her urges at the moment. It was clear from any outsider that she was doing something. Everything was just a little darker than usual... or, well, where the sin was anyways. She was bored, distracting herself, passing time slowly.
She stood in the center of a room, what she considers Slugfish's favorite. A narrow pathway that's hard to avoid when you only consider dodging last minute. It was harder to walljump from too, so that was fun. Staring up and looking around, it was obvious that she was deliberately seeking something out, and that something was clearly not a Sinner. How shocking.
No matter what it was, she was looking for it. She looked up, slowly walking forward to the next room. Her search was thorough and surprisingly meticulous for an individual of the likes of her. It was sad that she had to stop for some Sinner, but hey; if they bumped into her, she had some semblance of an excuse to exert her rage that built up from what little she's found onto them.
...stupid fuckin' thing. Can't find it, and now this? I swear to Genesis Himself...
She waited once more, VERY impatient. She was probably going to make this quick.
Ire simply stared for a moment. This was both the calmest and angriest she's ever looked.
So. Am I killing you again? "Killing" you?
She put the second killing into visible, exaggerated air quotes. Her sarcasm dripped from each word, and her tone was dry. A lot drier than usual.
With quotes, because I know that you won't die no matter how many times I stab you. Bastard.
Ire looked back up for a moment, then around for a second more before looking back at the Sinner, deggur already in her hand.
Genesis is a bitch. You're not even special. Just a worthless little pile of cannon fodder trash like the rest of them. How come you get special privileges? Why won't He let your pain end, even if only for a moment?
She staggered closer, steps plenty slower than usual.
Does He love you or hate you? That's what I want to know.
Ire took her time walking over, though she quickly got on her feet for a moment and grabbed the Sinner. She was NOT letting this one run off.
She held the Sinner's shirt in an iron-clad grip, one of her claws puncturing the fabric a little to really keep a proper hold. She stared for an uncomfortable moment too long, rage clear in her glare.
Are you gonna answer me or am I just gonna have to never expect anything but screams outta you?
The deggur was spun around her finger.
Tell me. Do you think He cares? About you, that is. Does Genesis really care about any of you? Do you think He does?
Yeah yeah, whatever about your fuckin' organs. I noticed the moment I saw it. I'm not a dumbass.
He does wonders for you, huh?
But does He truly care?
If the Sinner were to try and make a rebuttal, she would have instantly shut him down.
Why would He keep you alive â keep you in such agonizing pain â when the relief of death is right there?
Why does He leave you to suffer? Why would such a "loving" God even consider such a thing?
What's the point of keeping you alive if it just hurts you? Why would He dare to put such a strain on your body and your mind from such an individual like me?
Ire spoke with genuine malice, hatred rooted deep in her heart.
If Genesis doesn't love His own creations, why would he love you, the person at their hand?
She took hold of her deggur. She wasn't even trying to be even just the tiniest bit playful anymore.
Are you ever gonna answer me? Or are you just a scared little kitten now?
She rolled her eyes, pulling the Sinner closer. She braced the deggur past her hand and up to the Sinner's neck, threatening to slice.
Are you just gonna cower in place until I hurt you? Until your God comes to watch you almost die but prevent you from falling fully onto death's hand?
She pushed the blade onto the skin, but there was no actual damage; only a faint thorn-like feeling and the paranoia that comes with having a very sharp object pressed against one of the most fatal areas to have injury go to.
It's pathetic how you freeze up. Do something, you baby.
He'd stopped crying. He knew she couldn't hurt his neck.
"...we both know there's never gonna be an answer that satisfies you. so I just won't answer." he said matter-of-factly, keeping his neutral, tired expression.
Despite his throat being completely impervious to damage, he could still feel all the pain.
[Hmmm. Feeling like having @poor-sinner get tortured again. (rubs hands together like housefly)]
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Footsteps raced across rough concrete. Door after door was kicked down.
And yet, nobody had shown up, not even Carnation. The timer wasn't even ticking down. The maze was entirely silent.
Or was it?...
Ire wasn't all too focused on satisfying her urges at the moment. It was clear from any outsider that she was doing something. Everything was just a little darker than usual... or, well, where the sin was anyways. She was bored, distracting herself, passing time slowly.
She stood in the center of a room, what she considers Slugfish's favorite. A narrow pathway that's hard to avoid when you only consider dodging last minute. It was harder to walljump from too, so that was fun. Staring up and looking around, it was obvious that she was deliberately seeking something out, and that something was clearly not a Sinner. How shocking.
No matter what it was, she was looking for it. She looked up, slowly walking forward to the next room. Her search was thorough and surprisingly meticulous for an individual of the likes of her. It was sad that she had to stop for some Sinner, but hey; if they bumped into her, she had some semblance of an excuse to exert her rage that built up from what little she's found onto them.
...stupid fuckin' thing. Can't find it, and now this? I swear to Genesis Himself...
She waited once more, VERY impatient. She was probably going to make this quick.
Ire simply stared for a moment. This was both the calmest and angriest she's ever looked.
So. Am I killing you again? "Killing" you?
She put the second killing into visible, exaggerated air quotes. Her sarcasm dripped from each word, and her tone was dry. A lot drier than usual.
With quotes, because I know that you won't die no matter how many times I stab you. Bastard.
Ire looked back up for a moment, then around for a second more before looking back at the Sinner, deggur already in her hand.
Genesis is a bitch. You're not even special. Just a worthless little pile of cannon fodder trash like the rest of them. How come you get special privileges? Why won't He let your pain end, even if only for a moment?
She staggered closer, steps plenty slower than usual.
Does He love you or hate you? That's what I want to know.
Ire took her time walking over, though she quickly got on her feet for a moment and grabbed the Sinner. She was NOT letting this one run off.
She held the Sinner's shirt in an iron-clad grip, one of her claws puncturing the fabric a little to really keep a proper hold. She stared for an uncomfortable moment too long, rage clear in her glare.
Are you gonna answer me or am I just gonna have to never expect anything but screams outta you?
The deggur was spun around her finger.
Tell me. Do you think He cares? About you, that is. Does Genesis really care about any of you? Do you think He does?
Yeah yeah, whatever about your fuckin' organs. I noticed the moment I saw it. I'm not a dumbass.
He does wonders for you, huh?
But does He truly care?
If the Sinner were to try and make a rebuttal, she would have instantly shut him down.
Why would He keep you alive â keep you in such agonizing pain â when the relief of death is right there?
Why does He leave you to suffer? Why would such a "loving" God even consider such a thing?
What's the point of keeping you alive if it just hurts you? Why would He dare to put such a strain on your body and your mind from such an individual like me?
Ire spoke with genuine malice, hatred rooted deep in her heart.
If Genesis doesn't love His own creations, why would he love you, the person at their hand?
She took hold of her deggur. She wasn't even trying to be even just the tiniest bit playful anymore.