#ridgeparv

Happy- Robert Delong:

(warning for blood, drinking, cult shit) https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/robertdelong/happy.html well first of, my dude robert delong used microsoft Sounds to make the songs on this album, so the melody is so FUN and really is a great example of electronica mixed with traditional instruments. also it has layering of vocals, which always slaps. this is SUCH a parvis/ridge song to me. parvis is an imbiber, a partier, someone who sleeps in late to the day, spends his nights awake until the run rises and then heads to bed. he seeks out ridge to annoy him, to converse, to tease, to hang out- no true reason needed. even if he knows it might not be the best time, parvis doesn't care. Parv's personality and mannerisms are naturally buzzing with energy, and his magic just makes that more intense. He comes to Ridge for blood magic, for the heat and burn that Ridge can offer him. And Ridge? Ridge IS that Sun God, the whose cycles tend to oppose Parvis's schedule, so the moments they have together are infrequent and brief in nature. Ridge uses his own powers, his own magic to change this- he can slow or stop time from the whole server to single chunks or spaces around him, keep the server clock from ticking forward, keep the sun still in the sky, even the seasons are at his fingertips in this world. Parvis gets more attention and "teaching" from him this way, and hell, sometimes it feels like Ridge pulls back time just to re-live the moment. It's just a bonus that they get more work done.

(and so we reach chapter six, the Worst Chapter. be careful with this one, guys. be really super careful.)

tw MAJOR GORE WARNING, torture, eye horror, violence, injury, blood, dehumanisation, disordered thinking, abuse, manipulation, noncon sexual situations

Awareness came back to Parv in stops and starts, the dark fog in his head clearing in bursts. He heard whimpering, first, and then became aware of where he was – lying face-down on cold stone, aching, a lingering drug-tinged heaviness to his limbs – and then finally, finally, his body began to respond. Peeling open his eyes, he managed to shift an arm under himself and flip his sluggish body over onto its back- only to come face-to-face with himself.

“Oh- hey, me,” he mumbled, with a dull sort of confusion, pushing himself upright. The motion was too abrupt, and made his head spin, but it also helped clear it a bit. Looking around the room he was in, he wrinkled his nose.

It was small, a hollow cuboid of smooth basalt no more than five meters by five, lit by a single torch that filled the room with an oily smell. Judging by the disgusting drain in the corner, though, and the unidentifiable filth smeared and crusted across the floor in dark streaks, it was preferable to whatever else the room would ordinarily smell like. There was nothing other than the torch and the drain, though. The room was empty, an efficient prison just for him and-

“Wait- wait, shit,” he gasped, his thoughts finally clicking into place as his eyes found the room’s other occupant again. “…Parvis?” He drew in a deep breath and scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to clear the last of the cobwebs as cold dread settled into the pit of his stomach. It was an emotion that was largely unfamiliar to the mighty Parvy-Par, and not one he much liked. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”

“if he kills them all and doesn’t breed them like, yknow, you should, then he can just come back and get some more from me- and yknow, the first taste is free, but..." and just. oh boy. the way his voice drops all low and kinda sleazy on that last bit. good shit right there.