#does this count as an alter?

[leckmeinestiefel]

Ich bin ein Engel mit drei Paar Flügeln.

I imagine myself as me after my surgeries and being on T, with a little bit of muscle. White angelic outfit - photos below - and depending on the vibe of the song I‘m listening to, I envision my wings gracefully turning a light gray to deep black, feathers floating in the air around me as my eyes turn pure white, and I begin to float as if in a trance. I continue to hold onto my sword if I‘m holding it in this daydream. But not always with long sleeves, my outfit remains white even when my wings are not.

And here is what I mean by the three sets of wings - a Seraphim angel.

I imagine me as a warrior of God who turns into a fallen angel when he gets a little too reckless with his sword when angry and kills quite a few humans, but he desperately wants to be good again and he feels immense regret for what he did, so he is on a journey to regain his place next to God‘s throne. But part of him isn’t sure if he truly regrets what he did to those humans.

[skyisgreen-grassisblue]

and they told me i couldn’t land on the Literal, Actual Sun and make it out alive

[rustingcat]

Can we talk about the cello scene from @ekingston 'The Shape of Soup'?

Because I need to talk about the cello scene.

I'm NOT over the cello scene!

[malckie]

last night i had a dream i was the lamb and adagio from mlp eq tried to take my voice so narinder killed her. this was while both were possessing me

[straight-to-the-pain]

I don't know if anyone else in the whump community has read 'A Constellation of Vital Phenomena' by Anthony Marra but it is genuinely a really good book and also has some of the best depictions of torture and its aftermath that I have read in fiction.

I wanted to share some of my favourite quotes, hopefully without too many spoilers as it is out of context, but maybe skip this post if you don't want to know anything at all going in.

To give a brief summary, the book centres around the lives of people in Chechnya during the first and second war between the Russian government (Feds) and the separatist rebels. The main story focuses on a man (Akhmed) who is trying to save his neighbour's daughter from being killed by the Feds after her father is taken away in the middle of the night. He does this by taking her to a hospital where he then volunteers. One of the people in his village (Ramzan) becomes an informer for the Feds after being tortured, and this is explored in the excerpts below.

‘Information the Feds would torture them for was written here on the walls for all to see. It was well understood among the men that the Feds had as much sense as two bricks smashed together. It was also understood that pain, rather than information, was the true purpose of interrogation.'

'During his first detention in the landfill, in 1995, in the first war, he had refused to inform. They had wrestled down his trousers, shown him the bolt cutters, and still he had said no. Screaming, thrashing, with his manhood half severed, he had said no. He had done that, and now he was ready to start saying yes.'

'He would have confessed everything, but they didn't ask, weren't interested, threatened to cut out his tongue and put pliers to his teeth if he spoke one more fucking word. Electric wires were wound around his fingers. A car battery was drained into his bones. God might have been watching, but it wasn't God's finger on the battery switch. The interrogating officers didn't speak. Instead he was an instrument they played, performing a duet, and in their own way they conversed through his sobs. They both wore very shiny shoes. That was all he would remember.'

'He had trouble walking, He had forgotten torture could be so exhausting. The new interrogator, the one with less shiny shoes, held him upright, using his whole body as a crutch, and helped him walk. He carefully wiped Ramzan's forehead with a handkerchief before opening the door to the next room.'

'The interrogator with less shiny shoes crouched behind him. His hands were wet. Ramzan promised everything, and the interrogator, like the parent of a child too old to believe in ghosts, watched him with disappointment, his clear eyes saddened by Ramzan's sincerity. The interrogator took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, laid the live wires on Ramzan's chest and mapped the border of their shared humanity. Ramzan offered his soul. He begged to be enslaved. The known universe contracted to the limits of the cement floor, and on it, the interrogator was both man and deity, prophet and god. By ten o'clock the interrogator with less shiny shoes asked his first question. By eleven the electrical wires were unwound from Ramzan's fingers. By noon he was allowed to dress. By one he was on the FSB payroll. He kept thanking the interrogator with less shiny shoes.'

‘Greed didn’t motivate his informing, at least not primarily; primarily he informed by necessity, to survive, for his love and hate and above all awe of the power wielded by the interrogating officer with less shiny shoes.'

'That was his greatest fear. Could he stay silent? Could he withstand what awaited him? He told himself that his love for the girl should fortify him against any torture, but this, like so much of what he told himself, was a lie. After all, he was squeamish at the sight of blood, what would he say when lying in a puddle of his own? But he saw no other way. He would pray for the strength to stay silent, for a quick heart attack, and leave the rest to God.' (This is Akhmed POV)

'When they threatened to beat me, I said nothing, Akhmed. When they threatened to beat me, I said nothing. When they threatened to electrocute me, I said nothing. When they threatened to castrate me, I said nothing. I said nothing, Akhmed. Whatever you think of me, you remember that once I said nothing when a wiser man would have sung. And the interrogators, they couldn't believe it. They called in others to examine me. I was there on the floor, and above their faces were dark ovals silhouetted by the ceiling lights. They had beaten me hard and I couldn't hear right, but I kept saying no, with every breath I had. The main reason they let me go, the only reason they didn't shoot me right there was out of perverse respect, some sort of professional courtesy. But I wish they had shot me, Akhmed, because the good part of me died there, and all this, everything since, has been an afterlife I'm trying to escape.'

‘I knew what was coming. I knew it never stops. They put a shame inside you that goes on like a bridge with no end, the humiliation, the fucking humiliation of knowing that you are not a human being but a bundle of screaming nerve endings, that the torture goes on even when the physical hurt quietens. People treated me differently when I came back the first time.'

[tempo-tales]

Hey tempo what is your favorite board game

Tempo: Look! I'm even winning again!

[moistvonlipwig]

when people who dislike angel claim that angel likes to pretend he and angelus are totally different people it's like. have you ever actually listened to a single word coming out of that man's mouth. his literal entire thing is feeling bad about the things he did without a soul. that's his WHOLE THING

[yoshipea762]

Fire creature.

I've seen people make Iblis designs before. At least, when I was looking for references for big lava monster who happens to be the other half of Solaris.

But even after the fact that this one's meant for my sonic AU, it's kinda funny how I basically turned her into what is basically a parential figure made from lava and rock.

[ninjasmudge]

I'm curious

Have you ever done a collage of all of your OCs?

this is the closest i have! i keep it for when my brain goes blank trying to remember my own ocs lmao

they all have names and personalities and backstories; some are more in depth than others, although if anyones curious about any of them from the picture shoot me an ask and ill tell u abt them in more depth with a couple other arts <3 (i have.... a LOT of oc art)

[gregthesillyone]

“You let them believe in a lie to protect yourself.”

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(altered versions)

i wanted to try a bit more of a painterly look than what i usually go for, and because i merged all of the layers on sunny, i couldn’t take the lighting effects off of him in that last pic. oh well, i mostly wanted to show off the headspace characters behind him, anyways. I’m super proud with how they came out!!

[villafordefeatedvillains]

oh boy 11:30 pm time to harass our followers with art of one of our alters, gladys (and a fursona that mort assigned her because he thought it would make her mad. it didn't though). this woman has finally moved past eating only olives and now also enjoys charcuterie. and that's about it!

[songs-ofa-dyingbird]

I like the idea of being a vampire because of the inherent guilt of eating.

Something you must do to survive, yet you have to hurt someone to do it. You don’t get a choice. Even if they let you, even if they give you permission you still have to hurt them. They will still bleed.

You’ll be shunned for this thing you have to do, you don’t get a choice. Their life is more valuable than yours. You are just a monster after all.

[meow--or--never]

(Audrey)

Had a dream that my daughter formed in the system and when I remembered got sad, so here's some picews I made of her

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2069970

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/399481

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/626197

[rotting-brains]

some of yall when a persecutor isnt a "misguided protector" or "misunderstood" but a fucking racist

[system-processing-12]

"Ooh. It's the bad decision police." I say to my protector, who is gently trying to put us to bed at 1 am so our 8am class doesn't suck as bad.

[rowanthestrange]

So how many members of the Pantheon do you think we’re going to see? Got to be at least five, right? Not necessarily all the main feature of an episode but the term Pantheon has to mean many. This is a large extended family. And obviously the implication of more that we don’t see, but I think we’ve got to have at least five having been on screen to get the vibes right.