#I WILL NEVER SEE THE PEARLY GATES OF HEAVEN I FEAR

[luminique]

sorry yall but the robot/cyborg liker in me is having thoughts. i think this was after playing pgr and some constructs have a layer of artificial skin on top of their robot parts and i just…

i need to remove it so badly, need to just take care of them. feel the cold metal on my skin, hold their hand and feel its weight on top of mine ARHDFSKSHSJ watanabe epitaph save me…. please let november come sooner….

[stolasdearest]

hope I'm not a bother but i saw that you wanted someone to sent Lucifer requests so— i'm only giving ideas, don't force yourself to write this if u don't like this idea:3

angst headcanons/one shot (whatever u prefer) with lucifer x fallen angel male! reader (yes, we need more Male readers) who gets hurt by Adam at the fight in the extermination and maybe Lucifer is too late to save him?

Lucifer x Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

I MEANT NICE THINGS😭 but I shall oblige because I love this idea!!

Not Proofread!

Warnings: Injured reader, character death

Song listened to while writing this

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You always stood up for what you believed was right, that's how you ended up here; in hell

Defying the rules and boundaries set by heaven and its authority is a crime punishable by Banishment. Forcefully removed from your loved ones, the deafing fall; the change in scenery and people.

The hell that was created for people deemed not worthy for the pearly gates; the place you laid when you first fell; helped up to stand was the very king of Hell himself, Lucifer. Why was he there, why'd he come to help you? You never questioned him about it, maybe because you, too were once an angel; thrown to the wolves by the people who were meant to protect you, perhaps Lucifer related to you or pitied you.

You didn't complain when he took you to his palace; safe from the horrids of "Hell", over the years you grew together and fell into something different, a love story. From that day you swore you'd do anything to protect him and his dreams just as he had protected you.

That's how you got here. Defending your husbands daughters hotel with everything in your might. You grew close with Charlie and decided to assist her; knowing you'd be protecting Your dear husband's precious only daughter; that's why the screams of your name rang in your ears now. Something in your body hurt that's for sure but you can't quite place where, you remember seeing Adam; trying to protect Charlie from the Commander. His Axe and wrath was standing in front of you; the place you currently laid was familiar; the hotel lobby. Now wrecked and crumbled from the terror, you tried to look around. Your wings weren't functioning anymore as you tried to sit up; quickly a loud Yelp pushed past your lips as you finally felt what was hurting you

The angelic spear that had seemingly staked you on the way down. You watched as Adams gaze shifted to Charlie after taking a moment to sneer at you, your blood boiled both at the man and the fact you couldn't do anything to help. The fight between Lucifer and Adam was a blur to you, All you'd remember was that beam of light barely missing you while splitting the hotel you loved in half.

Now you were shaken awake by a face you know all too well, a smile grazed your features as you looked at the man you loved

"Dove! Sweetheart, hey— hey look at me, I'm here okay? We'll get you help"

You weakly wheezed as you heard the panic and fear in his voice that he tried to hide from you, you held onto his arm, weakly placing your hand on his forearm

"yeah Luci, I don't think I'm making this"

the sting in your heart was more painful than any weapon could do as you watched his face change into a feeling of despair. His still demonic eyes are filled with tears as he clutches onto your body; weeps heard from the man as he held you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to ease the pain you had endured. a shaking hand stroking your messy bloodied hair, the man's heart wretched as he felt you limp in his arms; body growing cold as your chest went down for the last time. He had just found you, and already lost you.

Authors note : IM LIKE.. KINDA BAD AT WRITING ANGST?? I HOPE THIS WAS OKAYY

[fantasyandromancelover]

Vox breaks Alastor (Part 1)

Alastor and Vox are fighting in the middle of a turf war between the hotel and the V’s.

Vox shoots electrical beams toward Alastor.

Alastor: Not bad. (He absorbs the beams with his microphone) For a cheap, piece of techno trash.

Alastor restrains him with his tendrils. Vox quickly realizes that he’s going to lose, so he decides to play dirty.

Vox: You know it’s all so tragic really.

Alastor: (Smirks) What is? Your existence?

Vox: No! You! You walk around with that stupid grin on your face, always smiling, pretending to be happy but the truth is, you’re a tragedy.

Alastor: Me? Tragic? (Chuckles) And here I thought you couldn’t even be entertaining, let alone funny. Ha-ha! Well thanks for the laugh old pal, but I think the time has come for you and your associates to make yourselves scarce.

Alastor raises his microphone up to banish him back to where ever he came from.

Vox: She’s going to leave you Al!

Alastor suddenly freezes, shocked and confused by his comment. Vox then points toward Charlie who is fighting off Vox’s followers alongside her friends.

Vox: Your dear, demon, belle is going to leave you. That will be the result of her redemption project succeeding. With how good and sweet she is, it’ll only be a matter of time before she’s invited to live in heaven. And when that happens all her friends will be able to go along with her. All of them except you, cause heaven will never accept you. You’ll be all alone.

Alastor’s smile remains but the fear is evident in his eyes. Vox takes advantage of this to break free and lunges for him. It takes Alastor by surprise but he tries to stand firm.

Vox: You don’t honestly believe that she’d turn down heaven just to stay here with you, do you?

He punches Alastor in the face so hard that the radio demon almost loses his balance. He desperately tries to regain his composure and block out Vox’s words as they fight.

Vox: (Taughtingly) Let us now take a peek into the future. What is this I see? It is the lovely Princess Charlie. She’s in Heaven, standing behind the pearly gates which are closed.

Alastor: I’ll open them!

Vox: I’m afraid the gates are locked.

Alastor: I’ll call out her name.

Vox: She can’t hear you.

Alastor: (His lip quivers) No!

Vox: She can’t see you.

Alastor: (Tears in his eyes) Charlie!

Vox: She’s forgotten all about you!

Alastor: Stop! Please! Stop it!

He then electrocutes Alastor so hard that he cries out and collapses. Vox looks on vindictively.

[vonnart]

XXXIV - Annual Birthday Self Portrait 🎂 Here is this year’s annual birthday self portrait and reflection piece! Below are the previous ones i've drawn throughout the years!

This drawing reflects the last year of my existence and on my previous birthday, I had both the best day of my life and the worst. I had an extremely traumatic psychedelic experience where i was convinced i had died for the first 2 and a half hours. It was intense and surreal, making connections to what the afterlife was and it was like none of the religions or theories had taught us. It was just returning to matter, still conscious but unable to grasp reality or have any say or control. An unnerving feeling of numbness and the inability to function. After collapsing multiple times from the rigor mortis i told myself I was experiencing, I was confused why i could still see and interpret anything. After some processing on the floor, I made a mental shift and thought: “Maybe the afterlife was like a turnable dial and because I was afraid, it unintentionally turned it a bad direction”. I was clearly in a negative plane of existence so I turned this mental dial in a more positive direction. “Maybe the afterlife is whatever you want it to be.” So I entered into what i thought was a projection of my own idea of what heaven was.

Almost instantly, I felt the sensation of unrivaled elation. I wasn’t at the pearly gates, an astral projection amongst the stars, or a foggy cloud representing a soul. I was still in my body and everything around me looked normal, which oddly seemed strange. “But why would i be in my house?" Maybe my mind is still processing being dead so instead it’s projecting what is familiar and comfortable OR OH maybe because heaven is wherever you would want to be the most! And this house is literally my favorite place on earth. And then I saw my bf Josh and wondered “Why would Josh be here when i could make any celebrity or crush I've had in my life to be the projection of a guide in this afterlife?" OH okay, because there truly isn't anyone I would want to help me through the early stages of accepting what’s after death!

This pattern of thoughts and answering them in my strange sense of being keep on a loop for about 5 hours and letting go of each physical attachment to the world was euphoric. No more fear of having to make money, keep up with work, pain or stress, worries about war or the state of the world, and most importantly, never having to fear dying again. I had never felt this light before. I let go of all of it completely and somehow, at the same time, felt incredibly connected to everything in a way that I can’t quite put into words. And the best part is that I kept reminding myself that I get to feel this feeling forever!!

Later that night I wanted to see if you could nap in the afterlife, and when I opened my eyes, I no longer was in that dream state. I was horribly confused and conflicted. I was actually disappointed I was still alive as that projected afterlife was the most beautiful sensation I may ever experience. The weeks that followed became a constant fear of questioning reality and developing pretty bad insomnia. I was afraid of learning that I still might be dead but I couldn’t have any way to prove it. It ended up being rather painful for about 4 months. My friends, family, and parents really helped ground me back to earth and I am so thankful for them. I’ve been reading a lot of books that explore consciousness and it’s been helping immensely.

So now, I feel like I’m seeing the world again for the first time through fresh lens of perspective. Being alive is the greatest sensation that I was taking for granted. I did develop my first actual fear in life, and like many, it’s the fear of dying. And that feeling is so strong because I enjoy being alive SO much, I really, really love it! The ups and downs, the connections and lessons. Everything is so delicate and precious and I’m making sure to handle it better these days. Here’s to 34 and it’s pretty safe to say I’m looking to make it a more calm and peaceful one!

[jaziferret]

Alright i have nowhere else to write this and not a lot of people follow me on here so thats fine.

Im am in some sort of hell.

I have listened to my radical christian father preach to me for 3 hours a nonsensicle word salad about some shit about a child watching her family get killed for believing in jesus and he talks about it like its the most horrible thing on earth, then goes on about the political left and right amd how the right are good and left is bad yada yada yada. God damnit hes doing it again right now.

I wish i could help others. I wish i could support starving middle eastern children with no families and maybe even make myself not feel like shit. Treat myself to a bit of hrt if i feel like it and not be judged for who i am. But as long as these "god fearing" zealots and fearmongerers are still walking this earth then all I have left is living in my fear.

I used to live in faith, i would argue i may have never lost it. But i still lost my faith in others. Those people who call themselves "christian" or "believer". Those who claim to turn the other cheeck but instead throw a punch when no one is looking, maybe worse.

I still listen to church services, all claiming they preach the true gospel. All i hear are the three same things.

1. Only Gods love is real. Not the love of the world, or the love from other people. No other love matters.

2. Nothing is permanant in this world. When we move onto the pearly gates up above nothing down here will matter.

3. Do not ask questions. A christian who asks questions forfeits themself from faith and opens up their mind to influence from the world/the devil.

The heart of christian teachings is to reject all rational thought and feelings for the simple belief that a magical being will judge us and send us to hell if we dont.

The bible school teachings of good samaritans dont matter anymore. Its all about getting angry at people who dont share your beliefs or people who dont and are minding their own business.

My dad told me when he works in the mall and see trans people in public he says he thinks about how god wont let them into heaven, and that they are so blinded my their lust and greed for love from others that they will never be happy. He wants to walk up to them and exorcise their evil spirits (verbally harass them about being trans and to turn to god).

Anyways i moved away from my original point. Im afraid if i do anything that these people will turn and do the very things they claim the (radical left) will do to them. Persecuting me til hell freezes over.

I wish i could flee, but i cant.

I would rather die.

[artofhazbinhotel]

Guitarspear playlist because the last ship playlist was well received

The Last of The Real Ones (Fallout Boy)

You are the sun

And I am just the planets spinning around you

You were too good to be true, gold plated

But what's inside you? But what's inside you?

I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you

But not as much as I do, as much as I do

Church (Fallout Boy)

If you were church I'd get on my knees

Confess my love, I'd know where to be

My sanctuary, you're holy to me

If you were church I'd get on my kness

I'd get on my knees, I'd get on my knees

Heaven's Gate (Fallout Boy)

One look from you and I'm on that faded love

Out of my body and flying above

If there were anymore left of me I'd give it to you

And I'll tell you that I am fine

But I'm a missile that's guided to you

Go out in the world to start over again and again

As many times as you can

And in the end if I don't make it on the list

Would you sneak me a wristband?

Would you give me a boost over heaven's gates?

Heaven Sent (Hinder)

Never saw the chemistry

That was there with you and me

It's been a long time coming

Just waiting on an angel to take me out of my hell

I'm falling for you, you came out of nowhere

Straight out the blue when heaven sent you

Take Me to Church (Hozier)

Take me to church,

I worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times

My lover's the sunlight

Keep the God on my side, he demands a sacrifice

Drain the whole sea, get something shiny

Francesca (Hozier)

My life was a storm, how could I fear any hurricane?

If someone asked me at the end,

I'd tell them put me back in, I would do it again

If I could hold you for a minute

I'd go through it again

I would still be surprised I could find you

I could find you in any life

If I could hold you for a minute

They're Only Human (Death Note)

They're only human, they don't see

Who they are is who they'll always be

Only human after all

So they push and they shove

With this thing they call love til they fall

Isn't it a farce? Isn't it a waste?

Struggling to face what can never be faced

Fan Behavior (Isaac Dunbar)

I guess I got myself a fan

It's fan behavior, you're a fan

As a result of my cold demeanor

You're pressed, a little bit obsessed

I take you for a fan, you take me as I am

I wonder what's going through your head

I know that you're a mess but secretly impressed

No Forgiveness (Shinki, Red Rob)

Sinners seeking validation,

You're the one who fell to temptation

Now we're caught up in altercations

Purge them all there's no salvation

Fall from grace, been led astray

Lost little lamb, you'll die today

When you fall the price you pay

Is no forgiveness when you pray

You wanna change your team and climb?

I'd much rather hear your screams and cries

Dreaming of seeing those pearly gates

Well, your nightmare arrives today

I'm the man that started it all

The only one who'll heed the call

To stir up sinners in the pot

Don't you know you had your shot?

You wanna get up to heaven?

This is no seven eleven

Think you can change well baby that's sad

Be Somebody (Thousand Foot Krutch)

I'm just a speck inside your head

I remember where it all began so clearly

I feel a million miles away,

Still you connect me in your way

And you created me

Something I would've never seen

When I could only see the floor

You made my window a door

So when they say they don't believe

I hope that they see you and me

After all the lights go down

I'm just the words, you are the sound

A strange type of chemistry

You've become a part of me

Without You (My Darkest Days)

If I had my way, I'd spend every day

Right by your side

And if I could stop time believe me I'd try

For you and I

And each moment you're gone

Is a moment too long in my life

So stay right here by my side right now

Because without you I'm a disaster

Thought you should know

And you're my ever after

Angel (Theory of a Deadman)

I'm in love with an angel, heaven forbid

Make me a believer with the touch of his skin

I'd go to hell and back

With you still lost in what we found

Worlds apart we were the same

Until we hit the ground

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm weak

Maybe I'm blinded by what I see

You wanted a soldier, it wasn't me

Angel With a Shotgun (The Cab)

Get out your guns, battles begun

Are you a saint or a sinner?

If love's a fight then I shall die

With my heart on a trigger

They say before you start a war

You better know what you're fighting for

Well baby you are all that I adore

If love is what you need, a soldier I will be

Worship you (Kane Brown)

Don't get me wrong, I'm a god fearing christian man

But if you were a religion then damn

I don't know what I'd do

Yeah, I might have to worship you

I might have to sing your praise

I might have to go to church yeah

Every single night and day

Love religious metaphors songs

[huriya]

We Need Revolution in You and Me

We are watching a country die.

All the while, we know why.

All the while, I see kids like me scream and cry while missiles demolish their homes.

And I sit here in my middle class house with my family and friends,

And I avoid the subject of war because not even my father knows who he’d fight for,

He only knows he would fight with hate disguised as love because that’s what he is told.

Those of you who claim you are prevented from protest by society are lying to yourselves,

You are restrained by society’s individual,

You think you are unable to do anything but watch this genocide,

Watch this genocide on your screen made from the labor of child slaves,

Your screen that is now necessary for modern life,

Your modern life is a life where corporations have told you slavery is necessary,

Where you know every piece in your wardrobe is the fruit of unpaid labor,

The clothes that cover your skin fail to cover up their origin, their sin:

Those countries we know we infiltrated as a false agent of "freedom",

Those countries we accept as sacrifices for our daily lives,

Those countries being burned by the flames of climate change,

But we’ll continue to consume oil and gas because you say it's "too hard to change",

With that sort of thinking we may as well go back to African slaves,

In our justification of the evils of life we become the evil ourselves,

When we ignore the consequences of our luxury and do nothing we are complicit,

Complicit in the generational control of those people we perceive as less than,

Those people who live to die for us without a choice,

Raised by survivors of cultural rape in a cycle of trauma,

Trauma inflicted by that same system we claim is "too hard to change",

For the system sustains our lives by taking others,

And if we want our lives to stay we must turn a blind eye,

A blind eye to hatred and love and thought,

And if we must know of the less-than-human people who die,

We can claim we couldn’t try,

Because their suffering can only be ended when we face the end of our privilege,

And we claim our privilege protects us from what we call the true struggle,

The true struggle we lay upon others while we lavish in our capitalistic society,

Where the number of zeros in your bank account determines your worth,

And the billionaires lay the blame on your neighbors to redirect it from themselves,

While they watch us pick each other apart in a battle where both sides lose,

Where every side loses except the side comparable to God,

God’s grace comes with a cost for the sake of adding to the ever-growing banks of heaven,

Those banks filled with the flow of money once meant to trickle down,

Barricaded by pearly gates to prevent the “lazy” man’s hydration,

And when we have been sucked dry we may finally look up in the sky,

And realize why no one won the wars we all believed were worth fighting for,

Because all we were was entertainment for the more-than humans,

The ones who trampled our children to get ahead,

And jailed our brothers to steal their rights with fear,

And now we fear our brothers and hate our mothers and never know our fathers,

And we don’t give a damn for the rest of them,

Because we’re too busy playing the blame game to have any real goal to attain,

And if we can’t work together we can’t hope to end the cycle of pain,

And so we’ll continue to buzz around our lives like flies coveting trash,

Because we allow ourselves to be too afraid to make real change,

And we pretend we can be truly happy in a world where our children’s time is monopolized by our own government to train good little workers who won’t question money’s authority.

-Huriya, 4/2/2024

[apple-orchards-writings]

apple... do you think kylar would dislike the angel tf? i was thinking... maybe because of his hatred of the temple and all things holy, he'd defile a pc with the angel tf solely to rub it in that he's that powerful and to instill even more fear into jordan etc,etc.

i'm thinking that angel tf pc is a high-ranking official in the temple, below jordan, but above the masses, you know? normal people can't see your angel tf, but kylar can.

he first plans taking you as a jab against the temple—a showcase of his authority and power—he plans on ending your life, but... seeing you splayed out so prettily on the sacrificial altar... kylar thinks you have a far better purpose for the future!

i think before he subjects you to the marriage ritual, you'd be more of a pet than anything else. sitting at his feet, his fingertips sliding against the edge of your halo like he's running them around the rim of a glass. you'd be horrified—struck by a carnal fear that only runs deeper as time goes on—you don't dare run because you've seen what abilities he's unleashed on his own followers of all people... any misbehaviour is met with sweetly sang threats about him 'clipping your wings' (he'd rip them out...)

and it's not like he hates you! no! he's saving you! he's been far kinder and offered you a way out of your forced purity! but don't think that he'd let any other members of the temple live who try to 'rescue' you. his kindness only extends to you! speaking of... maybe you should worship him, now!

... you can imagine there's a whole lot more noncon in the marriage ritual and a lot of tears on your end. i like the idea of a cute priestess/priest being defiled by and eldritch horror cult leader and taking them for himself :)

kylar's like: "nonono! don't be silly! your place is as my spouse! not as some temple member! and hey, if you're lucky, you can help me with some of my rituals!" (his rituals r just... sacrificing people... you don't want to help him)

now i'm thinking of the succubus tf with cl kylar... he's in heaven :)

(omg hello ????? your brain ???????? i was smiling so wide reading this like i have been blessed ??)

He doesn't even know your name at first when he takes you, this is only a show of power to him. Jordan is probably weeping right now, knowing they can never recover you. Good, it's what they deserve. Now, what to do with this pretty little songbird? Kylar deliberates over your fate for a few minutes, but finally decides to give you back to heaven. This is an act of mercy in itself, right? Really you should thank him for this. He arranges for your sacrifice to happen the next day and to have you locked away until then.

The night passes, and he decides to do you an honor and preside over your passing himself. He's giving orders to the executioner when they bring you out, in the covering robes. Kylar's very excited for this, they've never sacrificed an angel before, who knows what will happen ? He's taken precautions, just in case, but you were so easy to capture, you probably can't do much. He's practically squirming with glee while they strap you down to the altar. Until they remove the fabric. Suddenly, he's not smiling anymore.

You're prepared to face death, though not without tears running down your cheeks. You watch the deathsman prepare his axe and start to swing, and close your eyes, ready to meet your god in the afterlife. But it's not the pearly gates that greet you when you open your eyes, no, it's the cult leader's arm, raised over you, his face turned in a threatening scowl aimed at the poor deathsman, or at least what you think was the deathsman. It looks more like a pile of carpaccio, if you're being honest.

While you were pondering over the deathsman's fate, Kylar turned to you, eyes now truly taking in your sullied and tainted form. Your innocent eyes rimmed red with too many tears, your lovely body covered in grime, your luscious lips bitten raw... Your wings are missing chunks of feathers, your halo is stained red. What a picture of besmirched innocence you make. He can't afford to just let you go ! No no no, not when you could be so much more useful to him in... other ways.

[fanficsfreeideas]

I written myself a fluff fic because last night I got bad news about my uncle.

From Hell to Heaven

The journey from Hell to Heaven was a surreal experience for Alastor. As a demon who reveled in the chaos and power of his own realm, stepping through the pearly gates of Heaven under Emily and Adam's watchful eyes was like entering an entirely different world. For the first time in what felt like centuries, Alastor felt a stirring of fear deep within him.

Emily led the way, her hand resting gently on Alastor’s shoulder as they crossed into the breathtaking light of Heaven. Every sight, sound, and scent in this realm was overwhelming and foreign to him, a stark contrast to the darkness and depravity he was accustomed to. The pureness of it all almost seemed to physically assault his demonic essence, causing him to stumble momentarily. But Emily's firm grip kept him steady, grounding him in this unfamiliar place.

"Remember to breathe," she whispered softly, her voice unwavering. "You're safe here. No one will harm you."

Adam stood at Emily's side, his piercing gaze never leaving Alastor. "Remember, you are an exception here," he reminded Alastor sternly. "You are only allowed in because of Emily's insistence and my supervision. Do not make us regret this decision."

A spark of defiance lit up in Alastor's crimson eyes as he looked back at Adam. "I have no intention of disappointing my gracious hosts," he replied with mock politeness, though there was an underlying tension in his words. He knew he was still an unwelcome outcast among the heavenly beings.

Emily led them deeper into Heaven, finally arriving at a small sanctuary hidden away from the bustling realms. She had prepared it as a temporary home for Alastor, providing him with a quiet refuge from the harshness of both Hell and Heaven. It was simple yet comforting, filled with soft light and warmth that contrasted sharply with the desolate landscapes of his own realm. Alastor couldn't help but stare at it, a mix of emotions playing across his usually stoic face as he sat on the edge of the bed, still visibly tense.

As the days passed, Emily and Adam took turns overseeing Alastor, determined to help him adjust to this new existence. Despite his snide remarks and sharp tongue, they slowly chipped away at his defenses with patience and kindness. Emily was relentless in her efforts, checking in on him constantly and gently guiding him through the customs and boundaries of Heaven. She even managed to coax him into discussing his past, a topic he typically guarded fiercely.

In the quiet serenity of the sanctuary, Alastor began to open up bit by bit. He shared fragments of his life before Hell, telling Emily how he had been a flawed man consumed by his own ambition. He revealed that he had once believed redemption was unattainable for someone like him—his soul irreversibly corrupted. But Emily only smiled understandingly, her blue eyes shining with an unwavering hope.

"Everyone deserves a second chance, Alastor," she told him one day. "Even those who believe they do not deserve it. That is why we are all here."

Alastor scoffed at her words, but there was a softness in his gaze as he looked at her. "You are a fool," he remarked, though there was no malice behind it. "But... perhaps you are a necessary one."

Adam, observing this gradual change in Alastor, found himself reluctantly becoming invested in the demon's journey. Initially seeing him as nothing more than a potential threat to Heaven's stability, Adam could not ignore the way Alastor wrestled with his past or deny that he was genuinely trying to adapt to their ways, despite his initial resistance.

As the sun began to set, Adam watched Alastor from a distance. His usually stoic and confident demeanor seemed to have melted away as he sat alone by a small, celestial pool. The water reflected his face, no longer adorned with an arrogant mask but instead displaying an expression of weariness and regret.

Adam cautiously approached, using a gentler tone than usual. "Having second thoughts?" he asked.

Alastor flinched at the sound of his voice, not expecting to be disturbed. He didn't turn to face Adam, his gaze still fixed on his own reflection in the water. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he muttered bitterly. "Watching a demon struggle with the weight of his own soul."

For a moment, Adam said nothing, then surprised himself by placing a hand on Alastor's shoulder. "It's not as satisfying as you might think," he confessed. "You're not the only one here haunted by things you'd rather forget. Heaven is not as flawless as you may believe."

They sat in silence for a while, an unlikely companionship forming between them. Though Alastor didn't say anything, the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease slightly. He looked at Adam with a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes before quickly masking it with his usual bravado.

As the days passed and turned into weeks, Alastor found that Heaven's light was slowly changing him in unexpected ways. His powers became softer and his once menacing aura was subdued under the influence of Heaven. He began to care about those around him, something he would have scoffed at back in Hell. For the first time in his existence, he felt a strange sense of hope blossoming within him - a hope that maybe even he could find peace.

But Heaven was not yet ready to forgive him completely. Word began to spread about Alastor's presence and many angels questioned the wisdom of allowing a sinner like him into their realm. The Council summoned Emily and Adam, demanding an explanation and accusing Alastor of corrupting their sacred space.

Emily stood before them with unwavering resolve, undeterred by their doubts. "Redemption is not meant to be easy," she argued. "And it cannot happen overnight. Alastor is trying - truly trying - and I believe that is reason enough to give him this chance."

Despite her pleas, the Council was hesitant, giving Alastor an ultimatum: his presence in Heaven would only be tolerated if he committed to a trial of repentance - a series of tasks designed to test his loyalty to Heaven's principles.

Reluctantly, Alastor agreed to the trials, though they proved to be grueling. He was assigned to serve in the most humbling of tasks, working alongside the lowest-ranking angels, tending to the gardens of Heaven and learning to suppress his dark powers in order to create rather than destroy. The work was arduous and taxing on his pride, but with Emily and Adam's guidance, he persevered.

One day, as he worked in the garden, coaxing new life from the soil, Alastor caught a glimpse of something miraculous - his own hands, once stained with blood, now nurturing life instead. He looked up at Emily, who watched him with a proud smile, and felt an unfamiliar warmth blossom within him.

In that moment, Alastor realized he no longer desired to return to Hell or reclaim his fearsome power. For the first time, he believed that redemption might be possible for someone like him.

Slowly but surely, he completed the trials, proving his commitment not only to Heaven but also to the new life he had found for himself. And though Heaven would always remain wary of a redeemed demon in their midst, Alastor's presence became a symbol of hope and resilience - a reminder that even the darkest souls could find their way to the light.

As Emily and Adam stood by his side, the three of them shared a quiet understanding - a bond forged not through perfection, but through the painful and messy process of redemption. Alastor had found a new family in them, one that accepted him as he was, with all his flaws. And together, they became a testament to Heaven's ultimate truth: that love, no matter how unlikely or unexpected, was the greatest power of all.

[achillesoul]

I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy at all, stop viewing me as the center of madness! Look around, finally open your hazy eyes! We are not alone here. Just because you've never heard the cries of bodies suffering under your shoes before, doesn't mean someone hasn't just lost a family member. Look, you are bringing destruction! Just by inhaling or by making a small movement you deprive the breath of a certain substance. With your thoughts and sins you create chaos in the souls who look at you from your unreachability. All existence infuses everything beyond our reach with destruction. The only thing you can boast about is selfishness and destruction. Your discoveries, more and newer and more extensive, lead to the destruction of frightened angels and distort the beautiful world and the laws of nature downwards, instead of pulling them upwards. How could you use free will so evilly? Convert, for heaven's sake! Beg while you can for Thanatos to spare your cold and dead skin with his kindest touch of death, beg and cry for the venerable Eleos to direct your further fate. Keep throwing your belief in mist, spit out doubts and pride, and swallow my prophecies as insults. Continue this journey of hell, cruelly disrespect what your wise mouths give you, until all creations of nature punish you. Until the deities you worship so badly will spit your prayers back at you, creating only gasoline and arson for your ignorant steppes. See what you've done? You create stems of decadent melancholy to grow flowers of pure and unbridled evil, even for the Creator, and even for the ruler of Thunder and the sky. Aren't you ashamed, thieves of freedom? How you must hate yourselves with such burning hatred and disgust that you are taking away your own privilege and wisdom. And yet you still assume i'm insane? Oh, of course you will. You will repeat it, call me crazy and throw my hopes into hateful flames, but you won't even dare to look deep into your own soul. Do you think I am blind to your passionate fear? I am also filled to the brim with bitterness as I gaze with alluring eyes at the decline of humanity. You lack the science to see what responsibility really is. Pretend that this is foreign to you and that you are only guests here, until your only living walls collapse in destruction, until the brutal claws of hell tear out your spirit, if you even still have one. Delay and delay further until there is no turning back, and when we all meet in the pearly springs of the crystal gates, you will repeat my words like a bead. This is how my name will be engraved in your thoughts, actions and neglect. By being afraid to know what is unknown, afraid to even look into the corners of your own existence, you reject the cognitive bond with the entire universe. This is how you transform reality into a daydream, and you will wake up only when Demeter falls into a peaceful forever dream.

I'm not insane. You are the ones who are insane. All I did was offer meager love and a helping hand for your troubled spirits.

[starsapphire]

26 & 27 🫶🫶

26. A comic with great writing and terrible art

already answered but u know it was batgirl 2000. no other comic compares on this front i fear

27. A comic with great art and terrible writing

this one was hard... green arrow 2023? batman year one? stan lee fantastic four? many such cases. but in the end it has to be superboy (1994) of which i own a few issues (8/17/20). karl kesel will never see the pearly gates of heaven ok?

[s4r1n-g4s]

HMMMMM... UNHINGED ALL-NIGHTER TRAILER...

"Emily, I have an important meeting to attend with the King of Hell. While I'm away, keep the citizens of heaven happy." Sera sternly ordered Emily away from the Angel Army's headquarters, nudging her. "Sera... what for?" Emily asked out of curiosity, inching towards her elder sister. Sera hesitated, before looking back at Emily. "It's nothing you need to worry about. It's my job to handle these meetings, and it's your job to keep the citizens happy." Sera glanced back at Emily, avoiding eye contact with the seraphim of joy.

Emily looked at her older sister, confused. "Sera, I think I am old enough to know how these things work. As a matter of fact, I want to know more about these meetings." She harshly spoke to Emily, ushering her away from the headquarters. "Now go back to the castle, and entertain the citizens of heaven while I am gone." Emily ran over to Sera, her face contorting into an angry grimace.

"Sera, I know you are hiding something from me. Please, why won't you just tell me? I'm not a little girl anymore, and I already know that heaven is ext-" Sera cut off Emily with a hard slap to the face, sending her younger sister reeling. Eyes opened on her hair, and she glared down at Emily. "Don't you DARE bring that up! You hear me?! I don't know where this new attitude is coming from, but it needs to stop NOW. You are in NO position to defy me, Emily. NOW QUIT BACK TALKING ME AND GO BACK TO THE CASTLE." Sera lashed, stomping away. She glanced back at Emily, narrowing her eyes. "Not that you would understand." The seraphim muttered before walking off. Emily grabbed her stinging cheek, applying gentle pressure on it in an attempt to soothe the pain. Her body ached, and she felt betrayed. Sera just got angry with her, right? Maybe she is truly doing what she thinks is best. No matter how hard she tried, though, Emily couldn't shake the feeling of suspicion. She quietly headed towards the headquarters, intending to eavesdrop on the meeting. She peeked her head through the window, attentively listening to the meeting.

Lucifer hesitantly initiated direct eye contact with Sera, anxious about the topics being discussed. "Why did you bring me here, Sera?" he asked, fidgeting with his sleeves. "Lucifer, you are aware of this idea of redemption your daughter has been executing through means of this 'Hazbin Hotel', correct?" Sera asked Lucifer. She clearly still held a great deal of bitterness towards Lucifer, as it was evident in her tone. Lucifer choked, fearing that this meeting was going to be even more rough than usual. "Why yes, I am aware. I have actually been helping her for quite some time." He shuddered, slowly losing his composure. Meetings were always nerve racking, but why was he suddenly met with an overwhelming sense of trepidation when Sera questioned him about the hotel?

"Well, it worked. You remember that snake demon? Well, he's in heaven now. Not only did he ascend to heaven, he appeared right before me and Emily. According to Saint Peter, he did not arrive at the pearly gates like most human souls do." Sera grunted, grimacing at the thought of it. Lucifer let out a shaky sigh of relief just as his eyes lit up with joy. "That's my girl! I knew she could do it!" He blurted, before regaining his composure. "Apologies, Sera, continue." He slowly sat down, cheeks red from embarrassment.

Sera glared at Lucifer before shaking her head, shifting her focus back to the meeting. Although she was disappointed in him, she was grateful that he corrected his behavior. "Well, this plan of redemption poses a great threat to heaven. We have contained Sir Pentious in one of our deepest holding cells, ensuring he will never see the light of day. Once a sinner, always a sinner." Sera scoffed as she cupped her hands under her chin. "That is why we will be moving up the extermination once more. Expect the exorcists to return in three months. Note that we will continue to attack until your little brat is dead!" Sera seethed, transforming into her partial form. She stood up, leaning over the trembling Lucifer.

"NO! YOUR ARMY WILL NOT GO NEAR MY DAUGHTER AGAIN. I AGREED TO THIS EXTERMINATION, SO LONG AS HELLBORN, SUCH AS MY DAUGHTER, ARE NOT HARMED!" Lucifer retorted, his horns visible and eyes glowing red. "YOUR SPOILED PRINCE TRIED TO KILL THE ONLY THING I HAVE DOWN HERE. THAT DEMONIC FILTH BROKE HIS OWN VOW, AND HERE YOU ARE MOURNI-" "SILENCE, HERETIC!" Sera interrupted, her voice echoing throughout the building. She towered over the deadly sin, glaring right down at his tearful eyes. She slowly inched towards Lucifer, forcing him out of the building. "THE AUDACITY OF A SINFUL SCUMBAG LIKE YOU TO CHALLENGE MY AUTHORITY. THE DEAL IS DONE, YOU NO LONGER HAVE A SAY IN THE EXTERMINATIONS. HELLBORN WILL BE INCLUDED FROM NOW ON, SO SAY YOUR GOODBYES TO YOUR SWEET LITTLE PRINCESS, BECAUSE YOU ONLY HAVE THREE MONTHS LEFT WITH HER!" She swore, slamming the door on the king of hell, locking him out. Shaking, Lucifer leaned against the wall, collapsing onto the ground. The thoughts of losing his only daughter plagued his mind, tormenting him so intensely that he completely lost his composure then and there, sobbing uncontrollably.

Lucifer's desperate wails brought tears to Emily's eyes. She felt the strong urge to reassure him, but she knew she had to go back up to heaven. Sera could not know that she had listened in on the meeting. She quickly opened a portal and returned to the castle, unable to drown out the wild thoughts in her head. This was not the Sera she knew. She had been putting up a façade this entire time. She certainly had to keep up an image around the angels, but around Lucifer, she had no reason to hide. Unfortunately, she did not know that her sister realized who she truly was. A power hungry, manipulative machiavellian. She just couldn't keep this secret from heaven any longer. However, she would be defying heaven then and there. It was worth it, though, because she knew she couldn't let Sera control her any more. If she fell, it would say so much more about Sera than it would about her. It would be agonizing for sure, but it was a fair price to pay to expose a tyrant.

Hope you enjoyed this official trailer of my Fallen Emily AU, Grounded! Chapter 1 will be released sometime this week, hope you liked it! Reblogs are very much appreciated!

[destiny2skeleton]

Until ao3 approves my account for the actual story I will be doing for Primal’s story. I will be posting the few first chapters here!

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-Prologue-

Darkness, there was only darkness. Faint whispers overcoming the thoughts in my head, or what I think is my head. That thing that came from the sky, some call the traveler or something along those lines, came to the human race having it rise into the known Golden-age. People seemed to be able to wake from death like it was the usual slumber. Nobody had feared death in so long, growing slowly into a faint whisper of legends, or so that’s what they hoped. As my body floats in this abyss between life and death, I can assure you that death has never stopped looming over. It merely waited like a wolf stalking lazy sheep in order to pounce and take whatever its ever empty stomach could feast on. The faint whispers slowly grew into a crowd of voices over who knows how long, I truly am not sure of it myself. I wasn’t even sure I was dead, this place not sounding like the pearly gates humans called heaven, or the deepests pits of what the hive described as their hell.

‘ ‘ Guardian, Guardian Rise. ‘ ‘

Who was that? How was their voice so clear, yet it sounds so far away. As my mind tried to focus on the voice I suddenly could hear the voice shouts echoing in a painful screech. My head is burning from the rush of thoughts.

‘ ‘ Guardian, eyes up Guardian! ‘ ‘

I felt a strong pull from what-ever limbo I came from, feeling the sting and pain as I gasped as much air to fill my once empty lungs. I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the small light shining on me, laying against the sands of which I remember was the reef. But, why was I laying there? Why couldn’t I remember like I could before..? I felt like I was forced awake from a dream, or was it a hidden illusion to cover up a nightmare. My ears kept ringing for a moment, until I could hear the faint feminine voice again.

‘ ‘Good, you're awake, can you stand?’ ‘

As I looked up at the source, I could see what I could only describe as a small floating robotic ball of sorts. It's one eye blinking at me, seeming to wait for my answer. I had too many questions at that moment, where was i? How did I even get to this location? Why couldn’t I remember my past life or anything like I could remember before I awoke? The whispers I grew used to had gone quiet, it was so. . . quiet.

‘ ‘ . . .Guardian? ‘ ‘

Who even was I..?

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Sadly this is all I got for now I will be posting more of Primal’s story at a later date!

[marshmallowprotection]

So I suddenly been hit with a major Gardenia et tu Polaris brainrot, specifically how much I wanna spoil angel Saeran... I love love love wings in all their forms, so I would completely adore his beautiful wings, but I would be too sheepish to express it to him fully. Who knows if that's considered weird or inappropriate! I don't know how angels work nor their wings! Do they need to preen? Are they dusty in the same sense that some birds have dust on their feathers to keep them soft? So many questions... I just know that the moment he allows me to touch his wings for the first time I would be jumping up and down internally from giddiness. Catch just sitting there for a good hour just gently caressing his feathers with my fingers and whispering how beautiful I think his wings are, and how perfect they look on him, and how grateful I am for all that he did for me without even me knowing. I don't care if his wings are considered too small or not right, or whatever else he's been told. He is perfect in my eyes, and his wings are one of the loveliest things I've touched and seen

SORRY FOR THIS SAPPY DUMP I'M JUST SITTING HERE THINKING OF ANGEL SAERAN AND I HAD TO SHARE IT

He deserved to get pampered

Ever since he blinked into existence on the pearly gates of Heaven's embrace alongside his twin brother, he was always looked like as if he were created wrong. Nobody would say it in earshot of the Father but it was something Saeran understood from the beginning. His wings... they were too small.

His ability to fly was stunted, and even with a lot of time and practice, he still couldn't manage to fly without a help for long distances. Most wings are meant to be broad, long, and dense. His were clipped from the start, and barely stretched past his wrist on a good day.

He felt so ashamed of his wings... of the whispers that he was an accident, and that Saeyoung was meant to be even more beautiful... he was just a leech... who took what was meant to be Saeyoung's.

Saeyoung never let him believe that.

His brother would go as far as he could to make sure nobody ever said those words in his presence, but it didn't stop them from talking about it.

It didn't matter how far away they were from the point of their creation, people would always look at them like they were different, and he refused to let them go through it for as long as he could. It was harder when his brother got the chance to go down to Earth by himself and he was left alone. But, every time his brother came back, it felt like his insecurities faded if only for a moment. 

Many angels above him would snicker that he might not be able to return to Heaven if they abandoned him on Earth. The fear clung to him for centuries, too. Saeyoung always told him stories about how wonderful the Earth was, but being told was never the same as the chance to see it for himself. Entranced and entangled by the world, he was fortunate and cursed to have met you.

He saved your soul.

You saved his faith.

He sacrificed everything for you.

His brother destroyed his wings for it.

The downward spiral that was his angelic existence all came from the fact that he was insecure about his wings. From the very point of his creation, his wings were what drove every action and reaction from those around him. How could he not be insecure about them? How could he not be afraid to show his true self to you after everything?

It's not that you wouldn't love him, he knew, it was that you might not think more of him if you knew that he wasn't the best angel you could have loved. 

You know, in the end, there was so much going on that you didn't have the opportunity to look at him properly when his form revealed itself to you. The night of the party… You didn't have an opportunity to talk to him about everything. There was so much going on, no time to think, and yet, you were captivated by him, weren't you? 

His wings protected you... they kept you safe from the malicious plot going on all around you. How couldn't you believe him to be beautiful?

All of the loneliness you once felt... he was the one who helped the ache in your heart. He was the one who helped you when you were on your deathbed, and even though what he did for you didn't take away all the pain, it stopped you from dying and gave you the opportunity to live your life again. You gained what you thought you lost... energy and faith... even if long days left you winded and tired.

You were alive... because of a beautiful angel.

An angel with wings you could care less about being "perfect."

That's why you stand with him to this day, a smile on your face as you caress his wings with tender hands, and a peaceful bliss washes over you the longer you stay. "I love your wings, Saeran. They've protected me ever since that day. To me, they're beautiful... and I will never ever forget what it felt like to see you above me, my guardian angel. Your wings spread around us... your bright eyes... your gentle hands... that is the moment... I fell in love with the true you."

Those are the words that cling to him no matter how much he finds himself feeling insecure again. Those words stay with him no matter where he goes, and if he ever feels a sense of doubt, he knows within his heart that your love will always remind him of what really matters. It is not the size of his wings that makes him an angel, it is the size of his heart. 

That's why he takes your hand in his, helping you caress his wings with a small gasp on his lips every time he feels your pulse jump... this is humanity... in his hands... and he loves it. He loves you and what it means to be loved... even if he had to wait centuries to be with you... it was worth it.

[renoxvated]

•(modernverse only) Roy’s favorite pastimes are drinking, listening to Stevie Nicks and eating cereal out of a solo cup. He doesn’t watch too much t.v. but on rare occasions you’ll usually catch him watching wrestling or reality shows. In both instances he talks to the t.v. a lot.

Roy doesn’t believe in God, or anything really. Not lady luck, fate or any superstitious mumbo jumbo. He doesn’t typically put his faith or trust in anything but himself, and even that’s debatable at times. When he was younger he did tend to think superstitious stuff was cool however, like witches and werewolves; though he quickly grew out of that phase.

• Roy isn’t really afraid of much, he figures that fear will just cripple you, make you weak, make you end up dead— in a sense one might say that makes him fear death; to some degree that isn’t wrong. Roy doesn’t want to die, but not because he totally fears death. His real fear is a lose of control, this fear comes in many forms and extends to others. Such as his fear of not being able to control outcomes with others, like their deaths for instance. He feels as though he can decide when to die, his own stubbornness and drive for survival makes him sure he’ll never die unless he’s willing. He also goes out of his way with his ferocity when protecting others he cares for—leading him to see overprotectiveness.

• Surprisingly Roy can, at times, be a very calm person. Usually when he’s by himself and not all worked up over something, he enjoys taking long walks in the Mojave— often getting lost for days at a time, but he always finds his way back. He also likes to spend time listening to old holotape tunes while fixing various things he can find. He tends to take a lot of naps and on a number of occasions sleeps outside in the wide open of his own volition. Though most of the things that calm him might be rather dangerous, he is either unaware or doesn't care.

10 Questions: (In Character)

What is your favorite word?:

“Roy, maybe I’m selfish, but I like hearing my name. It means someone notices me, good or bad I don’t care.”

What is your least favorite word?:

“Sorry, everyone expects me to apologize for how I act, I’m done apologizing for everything I do. Don’t like me, then just move on sunshine. Alternatively, I’m tired of people apologizing in the first place, what’s done is done, don’t change nothing.”

What turns you on?:

“Fighting, ya’ know the thrill of being alive, nothing makes you feel more alive than that. Any kind of attention.”

What turns you off?:

“Collars, fuck that shit I ain’t your dog.”

What sound do you love?:

“The sound of someone's heart racing, as bullshit as that sounds.”

What sound do you hate?:

“You running your mouth asking me this shit. The rattling of chains…the sound of children screaming, snapping of a belt.”

What is your favorite curse word?:

“Probably shit or fuck. I curse a fuckin’ shitton.”

What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?:

“Always thought it’d make for a good fighter, like you hear they used to have in those sorta prized fights before the nukes went off. Seen old flyers, coulda’ totally been one of those wrestling guys. Kicked all their pansy asses.”

What profession would you not like to do?:

“What I’m currently doing now, but what else can I do? This keeps a decent meal coming without having to kill anyone and steal it.”

If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God(s) say when you arrive at the pearly gates?:

“He ought to say sorry…or maybe I should.”

Something most people don’t know about you?:

“Oh I don’t know, that I like sunsets and long walks on the beach, isn’t that the kinda shit you want me to say? Most people don’t know for a reason, most people need to mind their own business.”

If you were one of the seven sins which would you be?:

“Gluttony I guess, shit I don’t know…nothing is ever enough, food, sex, drugs, whatever… I need more. I live a very hollow and shallow existence, I’m never satisfied. I want it all and I want more.”

Sexual Preference?

“Whatever wants to fuck me I guess? Like I give a shit long as you got a pulse and either a dick or tits.”

What position do they sleep in?:

“However the hell I’m layin’ when I’m rolling around in bed, what’s it to you?”

If you died, do you think anyone would care? Do you think anyone would even notice? You'd just be another package lost in the mail.

“Preachin’ to the choir honey. Tellin’ me shit I already know, next you’re probably gonna’ tell me I’m trash right? I’ve heard it all baby, nobody cares about me. But too bad, cause I’m so unnoticed that this trash hasn’t ended up in the can yet. Fuckers like you that like to nose around and point things out, are just gonna have to be stuck with smell.” Roy laughs, he’s been hearing things like this all his life, nobody could think he was more worthless than himself. He’s learned to find the irony in that hilarious.

Holla bby let me snap a collar on ur neck! that goes beep beep beep boom when u try to run away from me xoxoxo

Roy twitches, his fingers curl up and his nails dig into his palms. He’s visibly seething underneath the surface. But as soon as the anger bubbles up, it simmers back down. He responds with cool efficiency, brushing it off sarcastically. “Listen here sunshine, I wouldn’t let crazy like you anywhere near me, try to put a collar on me and I’ll snap your neck with it.” As if Roy had any right to call someone else crazy.

ook over there! it's a kid getting mauled by a molerat. Don't let it die like your niece :)

“Where the hell did you hear that from— you’re just a regular piece of shit aren’t you buddy? Well why don’t I break your legs, then call that molerat over and let it eat you alive. Preferably starting with that loud mouth of yours.”

Three things that your muse loves doing in their free time. 

Fighting; although he’ll deny that he does and claim he doesn’t like to start shit, but it’s all he’s ever really known and in a way it brings him comfort.

Hunting; as it’s an outlet for his aggression and a source of food, something that was scarce for him as a child.

Repairing things; because it’s something he can do that makes him feel like he’s fixing something more than ruining it.

Four people that your muse loves.

Roy doesn’t really love anyone, at least anymore; I don’t think he’s fully capable of even knowing what love is, much less understanding it and feeling it. He loved his brother and niece, but will forever feel nothing but regret and self hatred when he thinks about them. So I think because of that he would associate love with those emotions. He’s honestly not emotionally stable enough to properly love someone back in an easy or healthy way, to top it off his parents socially stunted him, by not reinforcing the proper things into him. I do think he still has the capacity to love still, (in a way that is not a traditional sense for sure!) but the kind of affection he brings to the table makes it really unhealthy for either party involved.

Three fond childhood memories.

The one birthday his mother didn’t forget, it was his tenth, he came home to a makeshift cake and a Grognak The Barbarian comic; he couldn’t read it but she did once for him, he would years later burn the comic after the death of his mother.

The spare occasions that his older brother would be home, offering him attention that their parents neglected to give him.

Although it isn’t really a childhood memory; playing and taking care of his niece, surprisingly Roy was rather delicate and sweet to the little girl, who he viewed almost as his own child, or something akin to a little sister. He’d take her fishing, or relent into her silly little tea parties; spending time with her almost made him forget that they lived in a wasteland.

Two things your muse regrets.  

Never fighting back against his father’s abuse.

The death of his niece and not being able to prevent it when he knows he could have.

One thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change.

He would give his own worthless life up, if it meant he could bring back his niece.

[gloireceleste]

MUSE Q&A || G O D

10 Things You (Probably) Didn’t Know About The Muse Inside The Actor’s Studio Edition Tagged by: NONE

10 Questions:

1. What is your favorite word? “ love. espoir. ”

2. What is your least favorite word? ” there are a lot of them in many languages. failure. disappointment. are at least two of them. ”

4. What turns you off? “ lies. pretense. false interest. it is not as if my turn on/turn off worked the same way as yours... ”

5. What sound do you love? “ heartbeats. and the soft sound made by a grace when it is first created and alive for the first second. ”

6. What sound do you hate? “ suffering. death. erasure. unfortunately, most of what does not have a sound for you have for me... or fortunately for you. i do not enjoy screams either. ”

7. What is your favorite curse word? “ medammit? i hardly care, really. ”

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt? “ everything. anything. but it is not as if i could actually quit my ‘job’ no matter what my children think. ”

9. What profession would you not like to do? “ no idea. plumber, perhaps? i am more interested in the thrilling professions.”

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God(s) say when you arrive at the pearly gates? “ one of me is enough. i prefer to be the only one greeting me there. or else there’s trouble. ”Bonus Questions:

1. Something most people don’t know about you? “ i didn’t make the world in seven days. i gave my children free will. i actually have an enormous amount of things to do around. i do not hate them... ”

2. Sexual Preference? “ none, but partners are a bad idea when you are... me. "

3. What position do you sleep in? “ i do not sleep. ”

4. What is your greatest strength? “ everything? see, it is a more complicated question, but creation, probably. dee hates when i end up creating overpowered creatures that would rip his reapers apart... but i have a gift in creating both living and immaterial things. ”

5. Greatest fear? “ loosing everything, starting again. dying. ”

6. If you could leave one thing to be remembered by, what would it be? “ Isn’t the damn planet enough? ”

7. Would you change your past? “I can’t. Unfortunately so.”

8. What do you love to do during the holiday season? “ i never celebrated any of it. ”

9. If you could change one thing about yourself physically, what would it be? “ nothing. i am alright with both richard and chuck. i have a fondness for chuck, obviously, since he is a vessel rather than... me, with a body. ”

10. What’s your happiest memory? “ Morning Star and Star Maker’s creation. ”