#biblical trauma

[words-i-think]

I am not the prodigal son

Nor the favored son

Nor a son

Nor a daughter

I am deemed the enemy by my blood

And I am deemed salvageable by God’s word

But I am loved by the Devil and his sinners

[crismakesstuff]

cast out of paradise

[comikbook]

The Son of Man, 2024, Digital Painting by myself, Liz Pence

[painisforsundays]

[gmo-oo]

"Faithful one, son of justice

shining one, son of the morning"

Archangel Michael and Lucifer before fall

[onemomentinhispresence]

[gorentaya]

“I can fix you”

[thronesanangel]

I'm being so fr when I say that I watched the Veggie Tales version of David and Goliath so much as a kid that I can only think of David as an asparagus and I don't know how to fix it.

[lightbulb-warning]

cRinGeTobEr dAy FOURRR: angel x demon

[wheatfieldspoet]

as isaac, on the walk home

please, won’t you look at me, father? i can’t erase the memory                             of the surrender in your eyes if i keep staring at your back.

you held my hand as we climbed the mountain. i felt your pulse through my palm,               your grip tight against the sweat. God has called us, you said with urgency, yet       you took       your time       as we ascended.

i can’t remember what i feared more:                      the blade,                      the flame,                      or the aftermath.

who would have made the bigger sacrifice if there was no ram in the thicket— you? me?

or mother?

is there no test of faith more agonizing than to forgive?

but even in my final breath, i would have. i love you even though i may never understand it, if only you would tell me. i don’t ask for much—

father!       please.                             soothe my shivering. i’m afraid                      the next time                      i see a knife                                    i might think                                                                it’s                                                                              love.

— Jade A.

escapril day 3: eye contact

@adventurerswritingguild day 3: hand / god / knife

[michel-feuilly]

My angel OC

[seraphalpha]

Angels are my funky little hyper-fixation.

The idea of just being breathed to life, to immediate indelible purpose, knowing nothing else but adoration for your Creator (holy-holy-holy), and love for everything in creation. That includes your perfect home, your siblings, and that includes yourself. Everything is as it should be, everyone is doing what they should be, and you're utterly content.

Do you have free-will? Why would you need it? What would you even do with it?

The idea of falling. That terrible, beautiful first breath of freedom, undercut by immediate sorrow. "Innocence lost cannot be regained", but even more: a broken machine cannot be relied upon. In finding yourself, you have destroyed what you were meant to be. Your Creator (holy-holy-holy) has thrown you away.

Would you still be you if you got "fixed"? Would the "flaw" just recur? Why can't you help but think of it in those terms?

You have the Fallen, your comrades in arms, your fellow damned. But you left two-thirds of Heaven behind, people you loved because you were made to love them, and who were made to love you in return. The oldest family in the universe, your family, is broken now.

Do you still love them, your siblings that stayed behind? Some fought against your newfound freedom, yes. But some just looked on, a few perhaps even in envy, too afraid to join you, but most in simple horror as their world dissolved. Do you resent them too?

You broke your family.

Do you hate them simply because they lacked your will, your conviction? Do you hate them for being better machines? Do you hate them knowing, in their own naive, ignorant, hurtful way, that they still love you?

To deny fault is to deny the very free-will you sought to prove you have. To blame Him (holy-holy-holy) is to admit to His (holy-holy-holy) infinite power which you, nonetheless, defy.

And from the other side, what of your poor lost kin? How could they do this?

Angels are purpose-made, gears in the Machine. The Host is singular, inexorable, deterministic. They turn the wheels of the Universe, from the birth and death of stars, to the birth and death of mortal creatures.

Why would your siblings do this, don't they love you? You are loved. Was there a flaw in the Design? He (holy-holy-holy) cannot err, by definition. What happens now that they're gone, what happens to their purpose? All goes according to plan. Then why can't you stop having these thoughts?

I'm not religious at all, but...

[alilaro]

those damned anime weebs were right, Neon Genesis Evangelion really does go fucking hard

[vent-art-af]

"I Know The Last Thing Cain Said To Abel" (1/12/25) [About Cain and Abel from the bible duh lol but broadly about brothers/siblings] <kinda hate how this turned out rn might delete later // feedback about lighting would be cool - also tumblr crushed quality as usual so click for better quality>

"I love you, my brother And I’m sorry we don’t talk anymore And I’m sorry you were better than me At everything And that God loved you most  And that we grew apart I tried my best But I can assuage the anger in my heart And I can’t stop my face from falling And I can’t change the fact that  The meaning of my name is “spear” Maybe in Heaven you can spend  More time with God the Father Like you wanted And maybe if you’re not with me Just once I can feel His love without Looking over my shoulder I love you, my brother Now turn around"

[darlingkairos]

Anakin my beloved failed star. You could never grow big enough to become a true sun, now you orbit around what you could have been, haunted by what glory you shall never achieve. A failed heavenly body never meant for this galaxy <33

[gmo-oo]

Michael & Gabriel silly siblings duo sketch ✷