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Angel of Mercy
Every tear shed is a drop of immortality.
Artist: Volkan Baǵa TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
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Angel of Mercy
Artist: Melissa A. Benson Set: 9th Edition
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An angel in the city: Hull Minster
#found#hull#kingston upon hull#hull minster#angel#angels of hull#angels in sculpture#angelcore#angel of mercy
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wanted to draw grace and diane cuz they love each other.
#mlp#creepypasta#creepypasta fanart#creepypasta art#creepypasta au#my little pony#pinkamena diane pie#angel of mercy#cupcakes creepypasta#mlp cupcakes#grace is my fluttershy killer#creepypasta fluttershy#grimdark fluttershy#mlp fluttershy
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"Angel of Mercy" Spicy Adventure Stories, January 1936 Cover by Harry L. Parkhurst
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Every tear shed is a drop of immortality.
-Angel of Mercy
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Chapter One
The room was bright.
Hell, all of the rooms were bright.
…
Every. Single. ROOM in this God forsaken building was colored a nauseating sterile white.
…
Rarely was there a color change, and if there was…
I fought back the shudder that threatened to run up my spine from the unwelcome thought.
I couldn’t show any signs of weakness.
Weakness meant fear, and fear meant failure.
And failure…
…
…
meant death…
Not that that had worked out well for me before.
My spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a soft beeping sound followed by the whirring of gears from inside the wall. My eyes darted to the left without moving my head, there was a door in the wall that wasn’t visible to the unknowing.
I and two other girls had been brought into this room through that door. It wasn’t completely invisible to us either. Our eyes were good enough that we could make out the miniscule crack that was the doorway when the door was closed.
Keeping myself facing forward, I felt the other two girls' eyes dart towards the same wall mine had. We were always in-sync with each other. Rarely was there a time that one of us didn’t know what the other was doing. But that was just the way it was. The three of us were always together.
Our programming demanded it.
We were called “The Fates” by the others here.
They were terrified to utter our names, fearing that if they did they would be our next targets. With that fear, brought around the nicknames that the three of us ended up going by.
My attention was brought back to the present as a man in a white coat entered the room holding a pen and clipboard. He was part of the group that we had nicknamed “The Pokies'' or “Pokies” for short. They were the ones in charge of the facility we lived in. Which seemed to give them the excuse to use us as pin cushions.
The scars on my arms were proof of that.
This one was younger than the other pokies wandering the halls. Nothing was very distinctive about his appearance, but all of the pokies began to look the same after a while. This one wore thick lensed glasses, his brown hair falling over the rims, beginning to hide his eyes.
He seemed nervous.
This made me wonder which stories about us were currently circulating the facility. We weren’t always close to the others, because of some of my… defects, so we weren’t always in on what “legends” were being told.
The pokie checked over his clipboard, looking warily towards us. His eyes darted back and forth from us to his clipboard then back again. Occasionally, he glanced towards where the door would be, his thoughts racing as he slowly realized how under qualified he was to be in the same room as us.
He was new.
That was easy to see.
He appeared to be a test for us, and he was clearly regretting agreeing to it.
We stood in a row, staring straight ahead, shoulders back, no sign of a smile anywhere on our faces… my only and closest friends here on either side of me.
Our faces portrayed years of patience training, our backs facing the wall, keeping ourselves at attention as the man continued to nervously glance from his clipboard to us and back again. It was probably the stillest this pokie had ever seen three nine-year-old girls stand.
We stared ahead, obediently waiting for our testing to begin.
It wasn’t long before I was aware of a warm feeling creeping into my stomach. The man’s racing thoughts had dulled the sensation earlier. Now that I had been able to push most of his thoughts out of my head, I realized that the feeling had started a little before he had walked into the room. But now the sensation was even stronger.
My heart clenched as I felt the rush of adrenaline surge through my body.
This pokie wasn’t experienced enough to know how to hide his fear from me, and it was giving me sharp feelings of euphoria. Which was a problem…
Sweat beaded on my forehead as I attempted to ignore the sensation. Giving it attention would only put me more on edge, and more likely to act out.
The warmth moved through my veins, making my arms tingle from the lack of movement. In a desperate attempt to distract myself, I started thinking about my timeline here. It was something I did to try and keep my days straight, and to help myself focus on things when I was feeling overwhelmed. I went from the few things I remembered of how I arrived here, the different tests I’ve gone through and finally on how I had lost my voice.
Not the best memory to be thinking of, but it was a distraction.
I remembered the whole thing in excruciating detail, I had only been semi unconscious during the procedure. It had been terrifying to suddenly be unable to talk. It made me thankful for being a psychic, except for the side effect of picking up on others’ emotions.
Fear was the easiest emotion for me to pick up on. Heck, I was constantly surrounded by it. There was no plausible reason that I wouldn’t be able to identify fear from any other emotion first.
This ability to “eat fear”, as my friends and I called it, was one of several abilities that had been given to me while living in this facility.
Eating fear was exactly like it sounded. My body processed the emotion and in response I was given energy. Unfortunately, the energy needed to be released almost immediately or I could black out and hurt people. The pokies had found that out the hard way.
I smiled internally at that thought.
It didn’t take long for the pokies to figure out how to use my "excess energy". That was when they started sending me on missions.
Those didn’t start out well…
After the first failed mission, the pokies realized I had to be with the other two Fates for anything to be accomplished correctly.
“Let’s begin the assessment,” the pokie announced, having gathered his wits around him, looking towards me.
My eyes narrowed on him as my attention came back to the present, making him shiver involuntarily.
“Experiment five, step forward.”
I stepped forward, lightheadedness sweeping through my body as I moved closer to him. My attention briefly moved to the wall behind him, noticing as more fear and scrambled thoughts seemed to emit from there.
Either this pokie had friends watching in fear for him, or this was a test of my limits. I pushed back the euphoria that filled my body with electricity, the hairs on my arms seemed to rise from the build up of energy. My heart beat faster as the adrenaline filled my veins. I waited to be instructed on what I was being assessed on first. My muscles burned from the lack of movement as I stood at attention. Just as I had been trained. I needed something to release the tension before I became antsy.
Everything he did seemed to make the waiting worse.
The tapping of his pen.
The nervous looks from his clipboard,
to me,
the clipboard,
...
the other two girls,
...
...
back to the clipboard,
...
the wall behind him,
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back to the clipboard.
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...
...
His breath seemed to come in short intervals, not gasping, but definitely a form of uncertainty.
“Blades,” he finally instructed, his voice seeming to warble at his demand.
I twirled my hand around, letting it drop limply towards the floor as I exposed my wrist. A hidden blade shot out of a slit in my skin that was otherwise invisible. The silver of the knife glinted in the harsh light of the room.
The pokie seemed to be surprised at the length that had sprung out of my arm, taking a step back as it came to a stop. The blade measured nearly six inches from where it started from my wrist to its tip. I kept my focus on the pokie, not bothering to watch the blade slide back into my arm as I straightened my hand. The feeling of it returning to its place inside my arm was just as soothing as white noise to me. I let my arm fall to my side before raising my other arm and repeating the process.
He nodded his head, attempting to swallow his fear, as he scribbled some notes on his clipboard.
I inhaled through my nose, trying to calm my nerves. His fear stunk up the room. I could feel my pupils dilating from its vibrant essence. I’m sure I was beginning to look like an addict at this point.
The second hidden blade sheathed as I dropped my other arm, before rolling my shoulders, preparing myself for the next assessment.
The pokie finished his notes then looked up at me, expectantly.
Why was this the test all of the newbies got excited about? I thought to myself in dismay.
��Wings," he barked out the word, barely able to contain his excitement, his eyes staring at me expectantly.
In my peripheral I could see the white feathered things that were constantly hugging my back as they extended to either side of me.
My wings.
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#Fanfiction#Maximum Ride#My Own Writing#Before The Flock#Angel of Mercy#Angel of Death#The Devils Advocate#Wings#Winged Kids#Winged Assassins#To Infinity
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An Angel of Mercy walks with me on the path of the unlearned.
~I.S.~
⁂7.2023.01
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I draw Anthea either happy or angsty so much that it's easy to forget they kill heretics on the daily XD
They don't revel in bloodshed, but it must be done for the sake of those back home.
#They would prefer mercy but Ratau made sure to instill an either kill or be killed mindset pretty early on#You either kill to fight again or die and abandon those who were depending on you to come back-that's how their father died after all#This was just gonna be a chibi doodle with Anthea looking at the map but then I decided to add blood and then BAM corpse pile XD#cult of the lamb#cotl#my art#crimson angel au#cult of the lamb lamb#anthea#crimson bagel
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Bonus under cut vvv
Later that same day:
And... I made an Emily redesign too...... *sniff sob /j* it's not final (like all my redesigns) I'm just trying get better at this design stuff and where better to do it except my current fixation ehhh?????
Long Emily design explanation/rant thing ignore it probably but pls dotn im desperate: I wanted to make her more round and soft cuzzz I love those typa designs I'm just a sucker for circle characters. Made her actually black and not fuckin gray cuz its a transformation to look more human and gentle(for me they go between two forms, their true ones that we see the first time we see them snd their human/softer ones if they ever interact with actual humans which... they usually dont.) Not a demon form tfff. In this version I wanted to put Emily in animal inspired features like... the sheep nose, ears, and hooves. Because she and Sera know that humans and about all beings love animals. Birds have sharp features mostly so they don't look as welcoming as they want to seem. I wanted Emily to look sheep likes and pretty much all the seraphim look more sheep like to make Lucifer stand out as the only one who was symbolized as a snake/goat(still don't know if I'll make him goat or make Lillith goat. I'll decide when I get there lmao). Justtt overalll wanted Emily to look more round, welcoming, and cute. I kept the freckles lighter than her skin color(even tho that's SUPER not accurate to what actually black people look like with freckles but whatevr) because it reminded me of fawns and.... sure Emily is a sheep but I still wanted to incorporate other cute animal traits with her cyz y not.
#suggestive#ig???#tw suggestive#art#fanart#digital art#artists on tumblr#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel charlie#hazbin hotel vaggie#hazbin hotel emily#chaggie#chaggily#two and a half halos#unholy trinity#the chaggilu shipnames arent ass but unholy trinity isnt solely them snd taahh is too long#so ive come up with somrthing new and has nothing rlly in the tag alrady#why that name? because 1. Charlie is pure but is the princess of hell. 2. Vaggie “betrayed” heaven for giving mercy to a child.#3. Emily is still an angel who went against heaven to speak up for the people of hell being exterminated#they are all just soo pure snd deserve the worlldd i swearr.... but to other peoples eyes(atleast soem) they arent good ppl and omgg 😭#plsss dont sleep on this ship name i came up with it in 5 seconds so i worked soooooooooooooOoo hard on it /sarc#but srsly plssssss use iyttt#rainbowmoth#varlie#royalhalo#charlie x emily#charlie x vaggie#emily x vaggie#THATS THE NAME THATS SUPPSED TO BE BETWEEN THE OTHER SENTENCES BUT IM NOY GONNA REWRITE THEM CUZ IM LAZY#unholy virtue
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Pokemon AU Day 12! :D
The God Himself
GOD IT TURNED OUT BETTER THAN I EXPECTED IT TO BE AHAAAA
Honestly i have been wanting to draw volo's god design for some time and today was the day i had to do it >:D
(and no, he is not evil, let him be a good guy for once, REDEMPTION ARC WHEN)
#pokemon#pokemon au#volo#wielder volo#pokemon wielder volo#pla volo#pokemon legends volo#merchant volo#pokemon volo#WE LOVE BLONDE MEN🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥#him having 8 arms is enough for me to die- /hj#i hope the volo fans dont attack me for this👬#PLEASE DONT JUDGE ME FOR MAKING THIS GUY A GOOD CHARACTER PLEASE HAVE MERCY#also my guy cant open his eyes#basically the eyes on his body ARE his actual eyes LMAOOOO#biblically accurate angels x some goofy ahh merchant from pocketmonsters volkswagen das auto#art#drawing#artists on tumblr
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"Of course." She nodded. It would be a huge adjustment. "If you have any questions or anything else? You know where to find me." Sera gestured towards Emily. Who was nearby. "She can give you the tour in the meantime. I say again... Welcome to your new home."
@hissing-head-honcho
"Your selfless actions have earned your redemption." In other words Charlie was right. "I will do my best to help you, noble soul. Now... What is your name?"
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Royal Gladiator screenshot redraw ^_^
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God's Mercy
by Robert Herrick
God's boundless mercy is (to sinful man) Like to the ever-wealthy ocean: Which though it sends forth thousand streams, 'tis ne're Known, or else seen, to be the emptier; And though it takes all in, 'tis yet no more Full, and filled full, then when full filled before.
🖌️Compassion • Carol Heyer
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“Yes. Stole my own hypothesis and turned it against me.”
“Fascinating. I’d love to meet her.”
“… Ah. So you’re just like her here, aren’t you?”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“*Sigh…* unfortunately, you’ve already made it quite obvious.”
#yeahhhhh#sometimes my colouring pops off and I have no idea how to replicate it lol#anyways this is my mirror Moira bc#hc*#I can’t get onboard with the Long Hair mirror Moira#unless it’s a butchy mullet I just can’t see her ever having long hair#mirror or not#I don’t hate the design choice but I’m very Meh about it#so I hc that goody two shoes moira still hypothesized genetic deconstruction#but never had the intention of actually testing it#mercy (or Vengeance) called her out on her cowardice and ended up testing it on Moira herself out of morbid curiosity#mirror moira considered it and that’s all Dr. Ziegler needed to go through with the experiment#Moira couldn’t stop her if she tried#I’m thinking she manipulated moira into thinking it was a smaller-scale test when it really wasn’t#somethin like that#then our Moira hears about this and is like b0nerrr alerrrt!!#and thus our Moira wants to meet this fallen angel herself#overwatch 2#mirrorwatch#moira odeorain#vengeance mercy#mercy overwatch#moicy#moira overwatch#ow2#talon mercy#also I acknowledge that she would probably not say that inch/mile saying… but maybe mirrorwatch world uses imperial moreso than metric lol
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