Let me Devour you
((An indie Ask/RP blog for an OC inspired by RotG, tracking #lorddevourer))

((FC: Undertaker from Kuroshitsuji and Tharnduil))

((None of the pictures used are mine unless stated otherwise))

((M!A: None))


I am the true Lord of the cosmos, throughout history. Humans think me a mere celestial object and have labeled me as such, calling me NGC 4889. You however may address me as Your Majesty or should you feel daring, Lord Nero.

I've been around far longer than you can imagine. Keep in mind that you don't merit my attention, but if you insist on grovelling I don't care to stop you.

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thedefenderoftheweak:

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Black holes require two types of nourishment. One will sustain them for a while, but prolonged lack of either will eventually bring about the Hungering.

Firstly, they need matter. It transforms itself directly into mass, solidifying the black hole and aiding its growth, making it larger and stronger. Matter is the riskier of the two to rely on, since as the black hole grows its need for nourishment increases. Yet matter is easier and safer of the two to obtain, being thus most often the favoured type for newlings and those who need to rapidly increase their strength and power.

The second required thing is energy. It’s obtained most easily in the form of life force, by devouring living things. As it requires hunting, obtaining energy is more challenging than gaining matter, but the two can become intermingled in certain prey, making it easier to balance one’s meals. Energy affects a black hole’s level of self-control, and along it the extent to which they can use their power.

Stars are the most popular prey for black holes, as their energy, light, life and matter are essentially one, blended perfectly. Though dangerous for smaller black holes to hunt, they represent a perfect balance of the required nourishment, granting much for relatively little effort.

Only one source of nourishment surpasses stars, but it also poses more difficulties in hunting. Other black holes.


posted on 25.04.2014 at 6:21 - 3 notes [ reblog ]
tagged as: #headcanon
motherovernature asked: & 

motherovernature:

lorddevourer

lorddevourer:

Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

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"Why such interest in my imperfections, Starling?"

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"There are no marks of choice among black holes. To leave a scar that persists through reformation a wound will need to come within a hair’s breadth from slaying. Imperfections don’t attach themselves easily to our kind."

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He’d almost died? That was… to imagine something capable of doing that… it left a pit in her stomach. But the fact he had survived through it, made it grow. 

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"Scars are something that I have always respected, seen as a mark of something survived… in many cases those I have met that hold them did not gain them in docile acts.

Some one very close to me in my childhood held a great deal of them. He was a great man, even for his faults… I’ll always admire him. I see little weight in perfection.

The more extensive the scar to me is a victory over the strongest thing that exists… to me it is a statement, a warning…”

"I suppose that at least partially explains your interest, then."

If only the black holes he ruled over shared these views. It had been tough to hand onto his title, marked as he was, until the others realised none could still defeat him alone, not after he’d devoured the remains of the one who’d marked him.

motherovernature asked: & 

motherovernature:

lorddevourer

lorddevourer:

Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

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"Why such interest in my imperfections, Starling?"

"They’ve been an inconvenience. If you can make a god bleed, others will cease to believe in them.”

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"Thats an interesting concept… though to me that makes them real. Besides you could always say it is a mark of choice…"

"There are no marks of choice among black holes. To leave a scar that persists through reformation a wound will need to come within a hair’s breadth from slaying. Imperfections don’t attach themselves easily to our kind."

motherovernature asked: & 

motherovernature:

lorddevourer:

Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

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"Why such interest in my imperfections, Starling?"

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"You say imperfection… I see nothing wrong with them."

"They’ve been an inconvenience. If you can make a god bleed, others will cease to believe in them.”

motherovernature asked: Gives no heed to typical personal space and snuggles up against him under the tree he's sitting beneath. She's quiet, doesn't say anything, just rests her head on the side of his shoulder. Curled up on herself and looking a bit drained. 

motherovernature:

lorddevourer

lorddevourer:

Shifts slightly, more to make her more comfortable than out of any real need. Newlings exhaust themselves easily, having a need to eat frequently if not almost constantly. A moment’s digging in his cloak reveals a shimmering, apple-sized orb that he holds for her to take.

"Eat this."

It was only a comet, barely fir for his consumption, but it would do well for hers.

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"Newlings are empty canvases. Everything is buried deep into the core at the moment of transition. Memories, beliefs, emotions, identity. A complete rebirth."

A distant look came to Nero’s eyes, unfocused as if he could see through the ages into the past. As if his narration wasn’t of general information, but experience.

"Echoes remain from what was before, just enough to aid the ones that awaken alone in survival before the Hungering takes over. Eventually those who survive will recall some things, like one might remember a dream or a story once heard."

Never anything tied too closely to what rested at their core though. Awakening what slept inside would bring suffering and death to both it and the black hole sheltering it, and would be avoided by any means necessary.

"Those with someone to guide their path have it easiest, as they don’t need to discover everything on their own. Yet it’s also the riskier path, as the guidance of another black hole is rarely anything other than preparing a meal."

Her gaze flickered up at him at his last words, preparing a meal… well he’d once been quite adamant about the end he could bestow upon her. And even now, she was indifferent. End was an end… she didn’t care when or where it came from, and if it was to be anything but her own fading she supposed he wasn’t a bad option. 

What struck her the most was how they had fresh starts, rebirth and entirely new beings. So Earth had cheated her that twice now. And while she couldn’t be too upset about how things were now… her heart had ached and her mind was tormented for too long a time when she’d first woken up.

Seraphina had just learned to accept the pain and sorrow of what her all to clear memories held, every shattered dream and hopeful wish… died in that inferno. 

Was she stronger for it? Weaker? She was aware of who she was, a far to painful dagger that could twist itself. 

She wondered what it had been like for him.

As she sat there, leaned against him and eating the sphere, she hadn’t realized how easy it had become to bite and chew. Not quite the density of the rock it was, just… as easy as an apple.

"Is it foolish for me to say I wish that had happened… all those ages ago… when I first fell? A clean slate… or mostly clean… would of been a mercy."

"Maybe not."

"Though it would have you be much less interesting."

Truly, if the girl had believed herself only a planetary spirit he might not have had the patience to see what she could become. It was impossible to say how things would have played out, with an infinite amount of decisions that could have been different and circumstances that would have been altered.

"With a little luck you’ll get your mercy yet." He chuckled softly at the irony of it. In a way the difficulty of her binding made the transition back to the starling’s true form much easier, even enviable to the stark change and confusion of true black holes.

"It’s likely that past pains and griefs fade as your core grows stronger, and by the time you bring about this planet’s end there’s little doubt you’ll have caught up with the state normal development would have taken you."

motherovernature asked: & 

Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

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"Why such interest in my imperfections, Starling?"


posted on 25.04.2014 at 4:57 - 9 notes [ reblog ]
tagged as: #motherovernature
Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.
RP Tip:

not-just-a-voice:

Muses take on lives of their own. Over time, we lose control of how they feel about others, and that’s perfectly okay, and not something to make people feel guilty about.

Making people feel guilty about allowing their muses to grow is NOT okay, under any circumstances.

friendly reminder, i don’t mind starting interactions with pre-established relationships. we don’t always have to start at the first meeting. 

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