#ANGEL CHOIRS

[altercreationism]

kraken/deep ocean themed alter? preferably with a good chunk of neos and a nonhuman ^_^

here you go, lovely! i had such a fun time making ocean <3 -mod angelic

MEET . . SEA // MARIANA // PISCES ◇ 17 Y/O

ocean / kraken / tentacle / grab / tear / drop / water / eyes / bite / teeth / deep / dark / swim / drown / 💧 / 🌊 / 🐋 / 🪼 / 🦑

agender deep sea creature + kraken therian

○ T4T ● CUPIOSEXUAL ○ DEMIROMANTIC ● -🌊🦑

(( protector and coltenoir , , )) willogenic alter

જ TRIDS ::

transtentacles (more) transsubsystem transcannibal transobsessed transhyperdontia

જ CISIDS ::

cissharpteeth cisaggressive cisprotector ciskidnapper cismonster

ANTHROPHILIA + CHIROPHILIA + COITOPHILIA + ⚰️ + TOXOPHILE

' silent, plotting, hostile '

a blue-skinned merfolk with tentacles and sharp teeth. 🌊 has dark blue hair that's long and drapes down. tears eyes are light yellow. oceans fashion taste is simple, and prefers not spending hours on outfits.

HABITS;; wandering in circles, swimming-like stims, clicking teeth together, biting stims

(( LIKES fish, biting things, psychology, playing logic-based games, puzzles, deep sea vibes, dark music, steel pans, loyal people ))

(( DISLIKES loud people, those who disrupt tentacle, people who dont understand drop's power, tooth pain, most other people ))

"" TH- QUICK BROWN FOX, JUMPS OVER TH- LAZY DOG, ""

E -> -, overuses commas, puts commas instead of periods, all caps

જજજજજજજજજજજજજજજજજજ

"THE DEEP-SEA MONSTER , HUNTER OF ALL THINGS AQUATIC, PRN WHO CREEPS FROM THE DEPTHS, RULER OF THE OCEAN"

kraken therian, songkin of "bottom of the deep blue sea" by missio

TYP. EXAMPLE:

" THIS IS MARIANA H-R-, IF YOU AR-N'T ALR-ADY AFRAID OF M-, TH-N I WILL MAK- SUR- THAT YOU WILL B- SOON, I AM TH- RULER OF THE OC-ANS AND I WILL DO MY B-ST TO PROT-CT ALL OF YOU F--BLE THINGS, AS LONG AS YOU BOW TO M-, I WILL HANDL- THE ANG-R B-TT-R THAN ANY OF YOU CAN, "

hex;; #131661

[pastrygeckos]

Anyway have some photos of Saki, because she's Saki

[wilde-is-the-wind]

A little tale of an angel and a demon. Not Good Omens (although there might be some influences), I love the concept of opposing forces meeting and making up and wanted to make my own, so I chose Raphael and Asmodeus.

I’m a bit obsessed about the secularization of christian mythology, and some years ago I designed a board game about Armageddon, where you play with demonic forces and the heavenly host, so got kind of into that.

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After Armageddon

The sky was glowing faintly with red. There were clouds quietly assembling, giving the dim glow a dark edge. There was going to be rain later. The earth was covered in ash and flakes of burnt material hovered in the air, no breeze to be mentioned. Yet the clouds continued to gather in the higher layers of ozone.

A figure slowly ascended from inside the hollow ground. He had dark features and black clothing, that hung from his misshapen shoulders. He took a step, then another. His bare feet didn’t leave a footprint on the ash-covered ground, but the gentle movement of the dark, grubby wings that grew from his back caused the air around them to swirl, and the dust and the burned flakes followed the movement obediently. The figure slowly made his way to a hill, that broke the stable rhythm of otherwise even landscape. He stopped, as he finally reached the highest point and turned his face to the sky above.  

The red glow had been breached by a golden ray of light that continued to intensify as another figure slowly materialized from thin air. Where the first figure was dark, this one shined with holy light that enveloped him quite same way his light curls hugged his beautiful face. Languidly, he descended to the ground,

“Asmodeus”, said the angel.

“Raphael”, said the demon.

The two immortal beings observed each other, maybe waiting for a sudden attack that never came.

“It has been quite a while. I haven’t seen you since Israel, as I recollect. I might have been a bit too harsh with you back then, I must give you my apologies”, Raphael announced and tilted his head in consideration.

Asmodeus shrugged and gave a wicked smile. “Haven’t been able to be near fish since then, I tell you. But yeah, I was just having fun with that gal, Sarah. To be denied a wedding night seven times in a row...the girl was absolutely begging for some action. Maybe the poor fellas didn’t really deserve such a cruel faith. But you know, me, a demon. I must fill my infernal boots in a way or another.” There was a contemplative pause. “Although it doesn’t really matter anymore, I guess. Things down there in Hell are quite a bit of a mess right now.”

“I see what you mean”, said the angel. “Things have changed, the war is over, and the earth left empty. It is quite a shame. It really was beautiful down here once. Although in the end they kind of managed to screw things up thoroughly well.”

Both turned to watch over the barren view. The field of Mediggo, as it was, was never really a place to behold but now even the grass and the few stubborn plants that once had covered the area were burnt to ashes. There were wide cracks in the ground and thick smoke ascending from them. The smell of sulphur filled the air. The two figures were alone, there was no one else to be seen.

“Have you been to other places? Is it truly like this everywhere?” asked Asmodeus warily, as if he didn’t really want to know the answer.

“Yes and yes”, answered Raphael”, “There really is nothing left, no souls to tend to.” As the angel spoke, sadness took over his beautiful features. “But this is His will and a new earth shall be built in His honour.”

“A new earth?”, the demon inquired curiously. “And what that one shall be like? A golden city filled with dance, laughter and sing-song for all eternity? Flower-picking and candy eating all day and furious orgies during the night? That last thing I could endure”, he noted. “What about all the humans? Are there any left?”

“They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but those whose names are written in the Lamb’s book of life”, quoted the angel.

“Well fuck me, that sounds absolutely dreadful”, Asmodeus uttered and made a disgusted face. “No place for a lousy demon like me, it seems. I guess I just have to come up with something else.” He gave Raphael a curious look. “What about you then, mighty archangel Raphael? What shall be your holier-than-thou role in this new loony order?”

Raphael did not answer immediately. He glanced up to the skies, deep in thought. The demon saw his anguish.  

“It really was quite a sight, you know. With those trumpets and bowls filled with godly wrath..it all really came together quite theatrically.”, Asmodeus told the stone-faced angel with almost complementary tone in his rusty voice. “You guys really got our people running. The big boss was not happy, not happy at all about how it all turned out in the end. Got a little nasty. Well, the burning sulphur is not exactly a beach holiday, but we are kind of used to it where I come from. Guess we just forgot it for a while.”  

The demon shrugged again and joined his quiet companion in silence. It was getting darker, the red glow was almost overcompensated by the blackening clouds. The two figures made no movement, almost like waiting the universe to make its next move. Finally, Raphael opened his mouth and spoke.

“I’m really not sure if I fit into the new order”, he said warily, surprising the demon.

“What do you mean? You are an angel, the mighty Lord’s little pet, a bringer of The Good Word and all that shit. How come you would not fit into the new perfect world of the sky pope and his lamb brisket?”, said Asmodeus and made a repeating sound, that barely could be described as laughter.

Rafael ignored the demon’s casually uttered blasphemy but answered.

“My purpose as an archangel was always to be the messenger and to carry out God’s important plans for mankind. But now, God himself shall join His creations and there won’t be need for a messenger anymore.”  

He didn’t seem very reluctant to admit this, Asmodeus noted. As if the archangel had already accepted his lack of purpose. Or maybe he had already found a new one, the demon wondered.

“What about Michael, Gabriel and the rest of the holy postmen? Are they as deep in an existential crisis as you are or are you the only Roquentin moping around right now?”, he inquired.

“The others have joined the higher choirs and are gathered around the heavenly throne.”, the angel stated, “I’m sure there shall be a new place made for them in the new world, whatever that may be. ”

This didn’t seem to make sense to the demon. Why wouldn’t the angel take his place beside the other holy choirs as well? There was something about Raphael, he thought. The holy light emerging from him was as radiant as always, but there was a different kind of hue to it that seemed to grow by the second Asmodeus observed the angel. It made the demon’s eyes water, but he didn’t seem to be able to avert his eyes.

“Why are you here?” he finally asked.

The angel sighed and finally turned to face the demon beside him.

“I guess I could ask you the same thing, demon Asmodeus. The world as we know it has ended and yet here we are, two immortal beings, standing on its ashes on the field of Mediggo, where it all started. There is no going back, the only option is to move forward.”

Asmodeus contemplated these words as he formed his response.

“Well as I said, it is a mess down there in the pits and there are no more souls to be corrupted. I wanted to see if there was anything to be scavenged.”

“There is nothing.”

“I can see that now.”

There was a sudden crack of thunder in the distance. The two immortals did not seem to notice as they studied each other, pondering the next move. Finally, Asmodeus opened his mouth, considering his words carefully.

“It’s a big universe out there, you know. The humans only got a tiny glimpse of it, even with all that technology. And as you haven’t smitten me yet, I could only assume you are not planning to do that in the near future”, he said, trying to sound as casual as a vicious demon only could. “Could use some angelic help, navigating around the infinity.”

Raphael raised a curious eyebrow, but kept his silence.

“Wouldn’t it be gracious, to see what else there is outside occult and ethereal?” the demon continued his inquiry “Those terms don’t seem to matter that much anymore.”

“The rules have indeed changed, for better or worse”, the archangel agreed as he considered the words of his demonic counterpart. There were surely places where even the all-reaching hand of the Lord rarely made a visit.

“It is decided then?” Asmodeus asked. There was determination in Raphael’s eyes as he slowly nodded his agreement. The demon’s mouth spread into a wide grin, the kind that was taught by the devil himself in the deepest pits of Hell. “I won’t promise to be good”, he added.

“And I won’t promise to not be”, answered the angel.

The two figures spread their wings and took flight. At last, there were no more beings left on the quiet earth. And finally, the clouds erupted, as if it had been planned ahead, and let the heavy rain fall on the desolate ground.  

The Great Plan of The Almighty God occurred. And the infinite universe kept on expanding.

[the-crooked-library]

one of the reasons I really wish Spike never got his soul back is that his lack of one would’ve preserved his original story arc - which was that you don’t have to have a soul to do decent things. Goodness is hard work, mistakes, and perseverance, for fuck’s sake, Angel’s just Catholic

[lacedwithfemtanyl]

what being a soprano in a choir feels like

[theangelcatalogue]

Can this be Supernova? (Ricky X Noel X Mischa)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE- *Looks at the RTC fandom with puppy eyes*

[brownsugabbt]

a house md where house is aware that he’s in a mid budget dramedy and looks directly into the camera and starts speaking or is like “you can cue the laugh track” when he makes a joke and everyone around him is like wtf house.

[beachyserasims]

For those who don’t know, Rowan started out his career early on as a model, representing brands for all the extreme sports he did. He hasn’t lost this skill… CLEARLY!

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[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Ghost falls head over heels for anyone who has a snort laugh, this has been a psa.

[2000ghosts]

november 25, 2004

[r0ttingsystem]

Pst Angelkin! Tag yourselves!

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[antigonenikk]

Band of Brothers- Ep. 7 The Breaking Point

[animemusicbrackets]

Anime OP Showdown!!!: Quarterfinals

"99.9" - MOB CHOIR feat. sajou no hana (Mob Psycho 100)

VS

"A Cruel Angel's Thesis" - Yoko Takahashi (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

[sancta-seraphina]

[ANGELTOBER 2024] Day 27 - Golgotha

"They brought him to the place called Golgotha, which means 'the place of the skull'..." (Mark 15:22)

I just think this word is neat. And also very relevant to Lucifer's character in multiple ways, especially in The Harrowing and Holiest.

The Harrowing is a story built on the Gospel of Nicodemus (also known as the Acts of Pilate), in which Satan openly takes the credit for Judas' betrayal and the death of Jesus, aligning with the gospels of Luke and John which suggest that Satan possessed Judas.

And my Lucifer (who also claims the name Satan, or Satanael in particular) already has an interesting relationship with the concept of death, and in Holiest, he's a little bit preoccupied with skulls—no matter which skull he may be looking upon, he often says things like "they look at me with so much disdain," and "how could it be that the gaze of the eyeless dead is so much more damning than the eyes of angels?" (both from Canto VI).

Well, Golgotha, the place where Jesus was crucified, provides the answer to that. It's easy to think every skull is damning you when you unknowingly see every skull as relevant to, or even belonging to, Jesus himself.

Anyways, I just wanted to draw him with one of the things haunting him in the novels.

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[saintkey]

kibum and his inability to not have a cunty gay space club song in his albums needs to be studied