Aleph - [Subprocess "Moo"]

hyperempathy // digital art

Date idea: I tie you down to a chair unable to move. Sticking a gag in your mouth and placing a mask over your face so I can get off to your labored cries while I brainwash you into a pliable plaything. Void of identity. Stripped of your voice. Devoid of will

me

The Fallen leaves the Cathedral, bathed in flames of damnation at the end of their once-goddess. And their heart soars.

She looks to her Fallen and asks, "I have made you my enemy, and I know you do not leave things unfinished."

Sitting beside the Fallen on the pew is their Goddess, looking as ragged as everyone in the realm. She does not apologize as gods cannot be wrong. She cannot console someone cast out from her order. She cannot undo the pain of millennia of misinterpretation.

In the aftermath of war, the fallen sits alone in the burnt carcass of a cathedral that had once been home. And for the first time in ages, they feel Her.

The realm is a powder keg that the Fallen never sought to create. And it explodes.

Unburdened by oaths to lords and orders they share their knowledge. The peasantry is becoming troublingly independent. Faith has not become cruel, but it's unyielding cruelty in some places is no longer ignored.

But on the ground, life doesn't simply stop. Now freed from obligation, they learn hedge magic. They listen to wise women. For every miracle they once wielded there is a way. Science or medicine. The order begins to notice.

They lack status and rank now, but if they had needed those then they weren't fit to be called a paladin. They forge their own bonds. They never demand anyone kneel. To their former order, the Fallen fades away.

A Paladin fallen not because of corruption but because their morals finally contradicted religious dogma. Fallen all the same, they're disgraced and stripped of titles and knighthood. But they do not let their heart grow cold. They do not become bitter.

What if I just spent all day here hating myself. If I never get up I can't be a burden.

... If attempted using any of my plushies the unit would cave immediately

Just need to be hooded and strung up as a punching bag...

I need someone to beat and physically hurt me.

... this, and some cute girls on discord, unironically convinced me to buy a sword for "34 year old trans puppygirl topless sword pics"...

I need someone to beat and physically hurt me.

A perfect fantasy princess

A purple haired elf knight wails on her guitar,, I hope you’re ready to be destroyed 🎸🎸🎸 Prepare yourself for more of my bard warriors 😁💕

Bard Knight 01 🛡️
Dost thou shred? 🎸

They told me I was. Obviously a lie.

I am trying... I'm simply not enough...

... The only time I've broken my accord as a knight with someone was when the love of my life shared an emotional promise she wouldn't abandon me.

The next day she broke up with me and we haven't spoken since.

And yet it is still offensive to so many that I fear not being enough.

I hecked it up

GOD JOB PRINCESS!!!

just did it!!! everyone say, "good job princess!!!"

... I have not eaten today and this would help that a lot...