☆ from gold, i am undone
{☆} characters tsaritsa
{☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader
{☆} warnings blood, implied self harm, implied suicide attempts
{☆} word count 0.9k
You weren't meant to be here.
You can feel it in the marrow of your bones– it weighs you down like heavy shackles, gold bleeding from your pores until it is all you know. The taste of ichor on your tongue, the warmth of its invasion beneath your skin, that gleam of gold that lingers in the color of your eyes like specks of dust.
You are changed, and you are whole.
But you are so unbearably broken.
A shattered piece of porcelain hastily put back together with gold to fill the cracks.
Decoration, in the end, for you are not fit to walk as "mortals" do. This gold had filled every empty crevice of your body, spilled the red into your frantic hands and made you bleed so it's callous gold could make room inside your body. It has taken from you many things, given many more, but you scratch and bite and tear until it drips onto the floor and even then it never leaves. It stains the floor no matter how hard you scrub– a permanent reminder of the sickening gold that molds you into something that used to look like you– that does look like you. Desecrated, yet so horribly divine.
All you see is a monster.
Something new, something old.
A hollowed out shell, wounds left to rot and fester until you suited the image of the Creator they bore upon statues and murals, the Creator worshiped in prayers spoken in hushed whispers and joyous chants praising your magnificence.
But what magnificence is there in detachment? What joy is there to be found in carving a God out of a human? They kneel like lambs before the shepherd, but the flock has made you– and you want to unmake them. Unweave the tapestry of their being stitch by stitch until it all falls apart and the world knows the cost of casting molten gold into the shape of a human, knows the price that has been left unpaid.
You want to take it from them. Watch them squabble and pray, blind sheep stepping into the wolf's open maw– to tear the seams of their being until the world is unwound by your heavy hands.
But you know it will not satisfy you.
Nothing does anymore.
You are no wolf. Only the shepherd who guides.
And with every drop of blood spilled, they ripped the humanity from your very bones until your body was the cast in which they made something anew– something gold, something horrific. A monster as much a God, a beast as much a man.
There is nothing left but absolute authority.
You try again and again to mend this act of desecration, to peel back the outer shell and rend the gold from your marrow– but your body cannot, will not, die. It mends itself back into place no matter how damaged, and all you feel is the uncomfortable tug of your body forcing itself to live. You cannot die, but were you ever truly alive at all?
Yet with every cycle, you know only one constant besides the thrum of golden ichor in your veins– cold.
Ice that burns, ice that spreads and festers and devours. Claws that pull you apart until the gold runs thick, teeth that burrow into your bones and rip it out from the source..eyes that witness the fall of a God with reverence– hungering, all consuming reverence.
You welcome it.
It is the first time you felt pain since you were cast into an image of a being you were not meant to be. The sting of cold upon your skin makes you shiver, your body tries to reject it, but you want to welcome it– for a brief moment that lasts only as long as it takes for you to blink, you see the glint of something familiar in the reflection of her empty eyes. Something achingly, horribly familiar– something human, all the more terrifying for it.
Even when Teyvat itself crumples like paper beneath the weight of her sins – of this desecration anew, this wretched heresy – you allow her hands to do it again. You grasp her hands in yours like chains, willing her to shackle you, willing her to pull you apart and make you whole again. To break you until the gold cannot put you back together again.
You long, each time, for those eyes like spears that lodge into your skin– burrow deep and sting deeper, making gold flow like water. You long for the biting tongue, the cutting words and those teeth like weapons– long to see the spite and anger and impure disgust aimed at the woman of silver who leads you down a hall that ends only in damnation. You follow each time like the lamb led astray by the wolf, but you do not wail in betrayal when she sinks her teeth into your throat and devours you whole.
For is it a sin if you welcome it? Has their God sinned, in the eyes of the flock, for welcoming such heresy with open arms? For allowing the wolf into their home?
Is it a sin to be broken beneath the only hands that have loved you?
Is it a sin to want to love, too, those hands and teeth stained in gold?
Then you shall be damned, you swear it. Damned, but gold no more.
For death is the closest you have ever felt to being human.
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Obviously, I can't ignore the funny pics of AFO either
AFO getting insulted for the first time on the web be like:
He looks like his fingers would be flying across a keyboard if he were on the internet.
AFO went and made himself into a troll face, man.
"MOMMY LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND!"
YEAH BOY, YOU LOOK REAL WEIRD BUT YEAH! RAISE YOUR TROPHY
MA! AN ALLIGATOR GOT INTO THE TRAILER AGAIN!
AFO's that arm being pummeled into the ground.
[All Might Doesn't Know How to Fucking Hold Back Against Kids: Case 47]
Feat. Accidentally twink-ifying AFO to the point he's become a twig
NEWS: AFO fails again, "Desperately trying to play it cool", All Might says, for at least the 3rd time in this fight
AFO tried being so cool with the "Shigaraki—my other self" and failed instantly. Livestreamed all over the world. Ugggghhh. The embarrassmenttt
Proceeds to split his face to smile, saying "I'll have to do the legwork myself".
As if to them, he didn't just go "Watch me do this. Come now, my other self. ........ I'll have to do it myself."
"Look how cool I am" *fails* "I CAN DO IT PROPERLY I MEAN IT"
He flip-flopped so hard here that if it were me, I'd give All Might the finishing blow to end me of my embarrassment. The world saw it. My life is over
AFO's ego is just so big and he's trying so hard to play it cool and keep his pride in his fight.
As if he hasn't been running around half-naked in a cape this whole time
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he showed that he doesn't think women drivers are good enough to compete against men in f1 "good is subjective". if given the chance, any woman driver could easily outrace his ass
Again, anon, where exactly did he say anything about women drivers not being good enough? Because there is video evidence of him saying the opposite if only you could look past your bias.
Secondly, ‘any’ woman driver could easily outrace an f1 driver with more than a decade of experience? lol ok. You’re clearly not a fan of f1 or motorsports in general.
Also since you are so vocal about all of this, why not come off of anon? why hide if you’re right?
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i know you said there'd be no poly but the idea of a jinwol/yul/mc poly is making my brain go brrrr
DON'T TEMPT ME LIKE THAT 😫 i can see how it might work but oh my god the amount of extra writing i'd have to do is already stressing me. but it'd be really JFAJFSJ no i shouldn't omg
edit: one half of my brain is going "yul wouldn't share" and the other half is going "jinwol and yul hate sex??!!" someone needs to come and take my laptop away from me HELP
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WAIT WAIT WAIT ONE OF THE LEAKED EPISODE TITLES IS “PRIVATE SCHOOL”
that could mean a lot of things but PLEASE oh my GOD please be about laszlo sending a young colin robinson to a school oh my god that could be ??? so good????? there’s so much potential with that but like. imagine.
- laszlo scouting out the absolutely Best(tm) schools for his darling little son (who already looks like a 30 year old). he’s 1000% the type to interview the goddamn principal just to ensure that it’s the perfect place to send his son
- colin robinson being the most boring 13 year old but somehow inciting a rebellion in these Proper Schoolboys. or maybe he campaigns as student president and then just. drains everyone during his speech lol. good for him #girlboss it babe
- what if c.r. is bullied? what if he tries so hard and is so nice but he’s still ignored by his classmates just like how it was back in the house in previous seasons, and if feels oddly familiar so he thinks there’s just something wrong with him. what if there’s this one group of Proper (smarmy) Boys who just use him as their entertainment but he still tries so hard to be their friends :(( (*quiet chant* dadszlo beating them up dadszlo beating them up)
- dadszlo missing his son????? sending him off to school and being like “you’ll be great chap. and now i’ll finally have you off my back, ahaha” and then just?? slowly breaking down and being like “i need my S O N” empty nest syndrome dadszlo :(((((((
from the little leak of the summary of s4 it really doesn’t sound like they’re going down the road of rapid aging for baby c.r, and while wwdits is pretty good at subverting plot from title this is still a possibility and it’s so !!! idk i just love the possible dynamics/development/plot with laszlo + baby colin robinson so i am devouring every little possibility of a morsel and i am going insane
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