#eloa

[violet-yimlat]

Behold!

The Lucifer spreadsheet! Compiling and comparing over a dozen Lucifers!

Submissions welcome, don’t mind the Good Omens role play references, yes this is my special interest specially interesting.

Update! I accidentally forgot a Lucifer but he’s here now.

[murthingsblog]

I have a very small Eloa and a little of her acquaintance with the Hand of the Inheritor. These two things are not related, but

This

Some things don't fit into reality. They just don't fit in, that's all. They just reveal by their very existence that there is only a feverish dream around you, and nothing more.

After all, even in a dream you understand when some kind of absurdity begins. When, for example, you walk through the streets of Kenabres – and then in the middle of the square, right in front of you, the figure of Deskari grows and… 

The thought stops. The example turns out to be so stupid that Eloa is even angry at herself for such stupidity. The world seemed to have been turned upside down, and now even the most wrong things, the place for which was only in nightmares, became an evil reality. As if nothing was impossible for the Worldwound anymore. And you, Commander–"ha!" three times over the best of the Queen's jokes–it's time to get used to the fact that reality has gone crazy.

And yet some things remain absurd. So absurd that you'd rather believe that you're crazy yourself.

Because the appearance of the Iomedae's herald in Drezen seems even more impossible than the Descari attack on Kenabres.

But the Hand of the Inheritor stands before her. A golden giant, twice the size of a small fragile Eloa, shining so that it hurts her eyes. It was as if a star had descended into a gray, cold, cold Drezen.

It seems that he has as much place here as Eloa herself.

Wasn't that the reason?

Fear squeezes throat, tightening like a noose.

Of course! Could Iomedae continue to tolerate such insolence? Could she continue to turn a blind eye to an impostor who stood above her real champions, who appropriated her relics, to which, in general, she had no right?

Did the Hand of the Inheritor descend to Drezen in order to carry out divine punishment?

"I shouldn't be here! I didn't mean to! I just did what was expected of me, I tried, I really tried!"

She wanted to scream, so desperately and so loudly that Iomedai herself could hear. She wanted to fall on knees, beg for mercy, but body wouldn't listen, unable to utter a single word.

It seemed like an eternity before the angel spoke. And then it came to life – a golden statue, motionless to the last feather on shining wings, trembled and bowed before her, standing on one knee.

In front of her, the valiant Champion of Golarion.

Could it be a dream after all? It must be a dream, an obsession, a delusion – anything but reality. In none of the possible realities could the herald of the Inheritor herself kneel before her, the great angel before just… Eloa.

Someone's bad joke.

Angry, scary and insulting to the point of tears, that crimson eyes are burning now.

The angel stands in front of her, waiting for an answer – and she finally answers, hiding her trembling behind an almost unsteady laugh. She answers sharply. Poisonous. It's unworthy of a real Champion.

The first of a series of her mistakes. The first of those that will be forgiven.

And the first step towards such a distant, impossible understanding.

[danidarkarts]

Personified my little guys!

[eloa-ravenharpy]

Eloa's dance:

Eloa's dance: Did you know that the common raven is one of few birds that can fly in a corkscrew pattern? Similarly, raven harpies can do this too, flipping, spinning, and even soaring upside down. Though, as I'm not permitted to fly in the Sherwood forest I stay in, I love showing off my moves while dancing

[saltiepng]

photogenic

[eloa4love]

My book is available on Amazon!

[alma37]

Made me think about Sarah MacLean and her Fallen Angel.

Eloa, Sister of the Angels. 19th.century. Joseph-Michel-Ange Pollet French 1814 - 1870. marble.          http://hadrian6.tumblr.com

[jaimelire-france]

Éloa ou la Sœur des anges est un poème épique philosophique en trois parties écrit par le romancier et poète français Alfred de Vigny.

[depthsofahollowmind]

IM BACK AT IT AGAIN FOLKS!!!

[pumpkinslinked]

BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE SELF SHIP ART <3<3<3 (I've been wanting to post my art more again and I mayyy make an art blog soon HFDJKS)

[inmentemusae]

rubiesintherough

rubiesintherough asked:

“Do you need me to get you anything?” ( page / eloa )

She was feeling unwell and exhausted, which was rare for her. Wrapped in a blanket, she tried to keep herself warm. Despite the temperature not being too cold, she had been shivering for the past few hours. It was clear that she was coming down with something. She wasn't expecting any visitors, but there was someone there with her. She tried to give a smile, but it didn't come off as well as she had hoped. "I could really use a coffee right now. I haven't been able to move for the past couple of hours," she admitted.

[violet-yimlat]

Guess who’s hyperfixating on epic poems about Lucifer again!

(Spoiler alert: it’s me)

(@kleenexwoman I was the Eloa anon btw)

There’s the poem.

[taroet]

eloa is aware of everyone’s sorrow... all of the time... she feels it in her bones, in her mind, in her being. there’s never a moment where she isn’t being crushed by the weight of the world. anyone that isn’t eloa or god would crumble under the intensity of it because it’s literally every creature in the universe, in every world, every realm, that she feels sorrow from. there’s no escape from it and while eloa can choose to focus on a singular person their pain it doesn’t diminish the rest. she’s learned how to function despite of it all but it’s still a lot

[fiirstnephalem]

inmentemusae asked: 📸 {from Eloa}

Posted here!

@inmentemusae send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s) / accepting.

[fortitudina]

inmentemusae asked: Happy Birthday Aunty Rami. Hope your day is not too bad. And I hope the rest of the family aren't being to annoying. {From Eloa}

" Thank you, Eloa. I cannot say that it has been brilliant, but then I tend to keep to myself, even on my birthday. --- They're never too annoying, either. Most of them tend to leave me be. " EVEN IF THERE WERE times where she wished that they wouldn't simply leave her be. She longed for their companionship and company from time to time. Both her angelic and mundane jobs could be incredibly lonely, but they kept her busy and gave her the ability to help others.

[yourapple56-blog]

This case is a perfect example of both the irresponsibility of the MSM, the protection it gets and the lack of remorse it has!