My favorite attacks I’ve done so far, this year has filled me with so much motivation I’m having so much fun!! TEAM TRAGEDY FOR THE WIN 🗣️🗣️🗣️
In order: XAL / Vzmpup on AF || Lolize / saphiraae on AF || Anteros / Cindelicious on AF || idkyet / JelloPops on AF || last but not least, by far my proudest one yet; Ophelia / Talasem / @steammaes !!
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Welcome, traveler of lonely wanderings, is your heart finally ready, is it ready for love?
Leave me alone, if you're looking for Eros, my brother isn't here. There is only me, his anti-. I am Anteros, the son of Ares and Aphrodite, born from the union of rapture and thirst. Whatever that means. I am a God, and my domain is like love, and it is like war. I am the god of unrequited, mutual, and vengeful love.
His hands are stained with bl—ichor. He feels bone and flesh. He feels their hands on him. Grabbing him. Pulling him. Pushing him. He won't let go.
Crunch. The sound of bones.
His face feels wet and it's not from sweat. He can feel his own jaw hurting. He hears it creaking from how hard his teeth are clenched.
It's all a blur. Moving shapes and colors—people all around him. And the other. The other smells of the sea. He's never been to the sea before. Unfair. The other opens his mouth. A scream.
He doesn't hear it.
The other has something he wants. He wants it. No—he deserves to have it. At least share. Share so he can rip it all from the other's hands. He wants it.
He deserves it.
Crack. His fist connects with the other's face. Well, he thinks it's a face. It's hard to tell with all that ichor. It takes him a moment to realize he was still punching.
Yet he felt nothing.
Not the ichor on his skin. Not the hands on his body and wings. Not the tears in his eyes.
He heard nothing.
Not his fist hitting the other's face. Not the other's screams. Not every everyone else's cries.
He is nothing.
"Give it to me!" He wails as his vision gets more cloudy. "I should have it!"
The black hole yells at his opposite, wanting to take all of what the other is and become them. Be them. Be 'other.'
He thinks that if he absorbs enough of it, then he'll get what he wants.
"It is what I deserve! Give it to me!"
His shouting meaningless. Useless.
His punching ineffective. His tearing and peeling; his bashing and yanking; and his wailing and screaming all lead to nothing.