#mighty mice

[angelwiththeblue-box]

lab rats/mighty med art dump because i have too much to post individually

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feat. skylar and kaz being chaotic besties chase and bree being gay disasters and oliver being done with all of them, leo logan and taylor beach day, the rats and mighty mice team moments and bree and skylar as the one iconic wlw meme

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taglist: @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy @blueskiesandstarrynights @tronagon @lab-trash @joshkiszkashusband @someguyiguess @genuine-possum (lemme know if u want to be added or removed)

[bagofmice]

[shevr]

[wild1kiwi]

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•Просто решил нарисовать их в месте•

Давно не смотрел "Мыши рокеры из марса" надо как-нибудь пересмотреть если время будет.

Перс - Моно не мой, а лучше подруги из ТГ :³

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[that-glitter-chick]

Just realized what a trend it was, back in the 80s and 90s, to have alien heroes escape their war-torn home worlds and take refuge on Earth, inadvertently bringing their conflict down on Humanity.

Bonus points if/when the aliens actively voice the opinion that Humans are ingrates for complaining about property damage and loss of safety (coughs*lives!*coughs) when they “protect” us from the very threat they brought to our proverbial doorstep.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE these series, but it is wicked thoughtless and insensitive when the aliens do that. Kinda irritating to be perfectly honest, and extra bonus points if the token human ally points this out even if just once in the entire show’s run.

[lithiumrox]

why is it that if you have an owl or an owl-like character in your campaign, he apparently needs to have a title? Professor Thaddeus. Doctor Nesbitt. Vicar Ian Prescott.

[emperorsfoot]

Anybody know a place where I can watch old 90s cartoons?

[dravenxivuk]

Cheeto is very affectionate, and very clear when he's had enough.

[19molly97]

Let your imagination break free!

[paulagnewart]

The World is 4ull of Stuff

It's time for another long-winded, attention-seeking post to remind myself social media exists, and keeping in the spirit of last month's venture into Saturday morning nostalgia, decided to look back on another turning point in Australian pop culture history from exactly 30 years ago. Yeesh, this had better not become habit forming.

While locals across the land counted down the remaining few days before they flocked to witness an adventure 65 million years in the making, another world of adventure opened its doors for the first time on 19th August 1993. A world gargantuan in scope bounding with flashy colours and near-limitless opportunities for youthful imagination. A world guaranteed to leave boys and girls' heads spinning with ranges and prices on a scale almost inconceivable. A world... 4 kids!

This multimillion dollar project had been a long time coming for the Coles Myer group. And who could blame them? Their combined retail output at the time controlled a staggering 40 percent of all local toy sales, and with the nation slowly finding its feet after a crippling recession, saw an opportunity to cash in.

Such aspirations resulted in Coles Myer hitting hard and fast with intense production and marketing campaigns. Stores soon flowed with stock under long leases. Commercials and letterbox advertisements bombarded homes. They shamelessly boasted that unlike other stores, World 4 Kids was number one in a field of one. Oh sure people could visit other smaller chains like Casey's, Toyworld or Uncle Pete's, but this? This was an event. *The* toy store with *the* unbeatable prices and everything a kid could ever want under a single roof. Well, except for the ever elusive Thunderbirds Tracy Island playset and Grape Escape board game.

From that very day the first World 4 Kids opened its doors on the fourth level of Sydney's Chatswood Chase, a plethora of cherished memories would be forged. Be it running around with tiny trolleys or donating old toys for their in-store recycling program (both of which have since become the norm for a number of large retailers), many kids shouted with glee at the prospect of walking home with their first Nerf. First Barbie. First Biker Mice. First Cabbage Patch Kid. First Action Man. First Littlest Pet Shop. First video game.

But while ol' Globey greeted every shopper with a big green smile, the bean-counters gradually saw nothing but red. As the years rolled on, Coles Myer were hit by loss after loss, struggling to keep the franchise open. Perhaps they tried too hard? Or underestimated a frugal buying economy who preferred saving their spending until Christmas?

Or it was simply a case of envious corporate greed catching up after hoping to nip their former business partners and distinguished competition in the bud before they set up shop? Whatever the reason, World 4 Kids swiftly led to a near-decade long battle for the ages between two parties, with many independent stores caught in the crossfire.

But that's a tale saved for another day. In the meantime however, how strange it feels to (quite literally) revisit a few of said memories. Indeed Chatswood Chase was the first store to open, but Coles Myer had initially planned to kick things off in Penrith of all places. Situated on the corner of High and Station Street, this outlet was poised, primed, ready to be their flagship store... until a last second decision by upper management wanted it somewhere closer to Sydney's CBD.

Having made the pilgrimge across the M4 on what turned out a rather mild weathered early Saturday morning, it's quite astounding the building remains intact to this day. Being separate from a shopping centre undoubtedly had its advantages. For exactly two years World 4 Kids called this little corner of the Riff home before moving to Riley Street opposite the back of Penrith Plaza. That particular site was lucky enough to be one of the final shops standing until 2002 when it eventually became a Supre outlet (with some of the original décor left intact) until Westfield demolished the whole block several years later to expand said Plaza. In its place is an outdoor fooderie.

As for this old site, it too has shared quite a coloured history. The instant World 4 Kids left the premises, Spotlight took over and expanded to both ground and lower levels complete with upper enclosed car park. They persevered for many years until a new shopping centre opened on Mulgoa Road saw them move by the late-2000's. Nobody wanted to lease the massive floor space, so they cut the lower level off and made it a separate business. Trade Secret eventually chose the top floor, and the bottom remained vacant until Paul's Warehouse stepped in by late 2013. Losing the overhead carpark by early 2017 came as a blow, and even Paul's expanding to include rejected goods from the US didn't help. Neither store made it to the decade's end.

World 4 Kids may be long gone, its history stripped and buildings either renovated or destroyed, but for many Aussie kids and teens growing up in the 90's, was nothing short of paradise. It brought countless smiles and paved the way for some modern shopping experiences. It created memories to be proud of, even if none of us were aware of the tumultuous cavalcade of chaos behind the scenes.

[bandcampsnoop]

6/24/23.

The Hazmats (London, England) "Skewed View" 7" cover really looks like it came from the 1980s. And really, the song "Skewed View" sounds like it could have been written and performed by Glenn Mercer in either The Feelies or Wake Ooloo.

The Bandcamp page states that The Hazmats (containing members from Powerplant, Big Cheese and Chain of Flowers) sound like a Sarah Records band. For "Skewed View",

"Think a mix of the Field Mice, Sea Urchins and the Mighty Lemon Drops. On the flip is Wondered which is a more uptempo and forceful song that will have you hooked from the first guitar riff. It has the same edge, production and hooks of early The Wedding Present and This Poison!

Static Shock Records is releasing this in July 2023. They released a previous 7" in 2022.

[knitmeapony]

One Mr Franklin J Kittycat, protector of homes and hunter of mice, best friend and brave and true companion, passed on in my arms this morning surrounded by love and care. He had a fierce and mighty battle with a growth in his abdomen and in the end I let him go before he could be in any real pain.

He was with me for the lions share of my life, and every apartment and home I lived in in Chicago. He listened to me and loved me and I loved him so very very much. My best perfect little princess baby man. My heart hurts so much.

Please no Rainbow Bridge stuff, but otherwise knowing he was loved by others will help. I cannot thank all of you enough who helped me keep him at home for the last month of his life, we got to have lots and lots of last moments together.

[apiswitchcraft]

greek god epithets (pt.2)

this post includes hades, persephone, aphrodite, hermes, apollo, artemis, dionysus, and hekate. for part one including zeus, hera, demeter, ares, athena, poseidon and hephaestus click here

HADES:

-PLOUTON= of wealth

-THEON CHTHONIUS= god of the underworld

-POLYSEMANTOR= ruler of many

-POLYDEGMON/POLYXENUS= host of many

-NECRODEGMON= receiver of the dead

-NECRON SOTER= savior of the dead

-ADESIUS= of grace

-STYGIUS= from the Styx

-URAGUS= of fire

-NIGER DEUS= the black god

PERSEPHONE:

-CHTHONIA= of the earth

-CARPOPHORUS= bringer of fruit

-SOTEIRA= the savior

-MEGALA THEA= the great Goddess

-HAGNE= the pure/holy one

-DAEIRA= the knowing one

-PRAXIDICE= the exacter of justice

-PROTOGONE= the first born

-BRIMO= the dreaded/vengeful

APHRODITE:

-URANIA= of heavenly/divine love

-PANDEMOS= common to all people

-MACHANITIS= the diviser/contriver

-EPISTROPHIA= she who turns to love

-CALASCOPIA= the spying/all seeing

-PSITHYRISTES= the whispering

-PRAXIS= of sexual action

-MELAENIS= the black

-SYMMACHIA= the ally in love

-APATURUS= the deceptive one

-NYMPHIA= the bridal

-MIGONTIS= of unions

-DORITIS= the bountiful

-MORPHO= of shapely form

-AMBOLOGERA= the postponer of old age

-NICEPHORUS= the bringer of victory

-HOPLISMENA= the armed

-AREIA= the warlike

-EUPLOEA= of fair voyages

-PONTIA= of the sea

-LIMENIA= of the harbor

-XENIA= of hospitality to foreigners

-PHILOMIDES= the laughter loving

-APHROGENEIA/APHROGENES= the foam born

-PHILOMMEDES= the genital loving

-CHRYSEA= the golden

-DIA= the golden/shining

-POTHON MATER= the mother of desire

-EUSTEPHANUS= the richly crowned/the well girdled

-EN KIPIS= of vegetation/agricultural fertility

HERMES:

-EPIMELIUS= keeper of the flocks

-OEOPOLUS= the shepherd

-AGORAEUS= of the market place

-DOIUS= of crafts/wiles

-ENAGONIUS= of the games

-PROMACHUS= the champion

-HERMENEUTES= the interpreter/translator (of the gods)

-TRICEPHALUS= the three headed

-DIACTORUS= the guide/messenger

-ATHANATUS DIACTORUS= the immortal guide

-ANGELUS MACARON/ANGELUS ATHANATON= messenger of the divine

-CHRYSORRHAPIS= of the golden wand

-CLEPSIPHRON= the deceiver

-MECHANIOTES= the trickster/contriver

-PHELETES= the thief/robber/rustler

-ARCHUS PHELETEON= leader of robbers/thieves

-POECILOMETES/POLYTROPUS= the wily

-DAIS HETAERUS= comrade of the feast

-CHARIDOTES= giver of joy

-CHARMOPHRON= the glad-hearted

-DOTOR EAON= giver of good things

-ACACETA= the guileless/gracious

-EUSCOPUS= the keen sighted/watchful

-CYDIMUS/ERICYDES/AGLAUS= the glorious/famous/splendid

-CRATUS/CRATERUS= the strong/mighty

-POMPAEUS= the guide

APOLLO:

-THEARIUS= of the oracle

-PROUPSIUS= the foreseeing

-CLERIUS= of distribution by lot

-CLEDONES= of omens

-HECATUS= the shooter from afar/the archer

-AGRAEUS= of the hunt/the hunter

-MUSAGETES= the leader of the Muses

-ULIUS= of good health

-PAEON= the healer

-ACESIUS= of healing

-ALEXICACUS= averter of evil/harm

-EPICURIUS= the succoring/helping

-BOEDROMIUS= the rescuer

-LYCIUS= of the wolves

-SMINTHEUS= of the mice

-DELPHINIUS= of the dolphin

-ACTIUS= of the foreshore

-THEOXENIUS= the god of foreigners

-ARGYEUS= of streets/public places/entrances to homes

-VIROTUTIS= the benefactor of humanity

ARTEMIS:

-AGROTERA= of the hunt

-PHERAEA= of the beasts

-ELAPHAEA= of the deer

-DAPHNAEA= of the laurel tree

-CEDREATIS= of the cedar tree

-CARYAE/CARYATIS= of the walnut tree

-LIMNAEA/LIMNATUS= of the lake

-HELEIA= of the marshes

-EURYNOME= of broad pastures

-LYCAEA= of the wolves

-LEUCOPHRYNE= of the white (bird)

-PAEDOTROPHUS= the nurse of children

-PHILOEIRAX= the friend of young girls

-ORSILOCHIA= the helper of childbirth

-SELASPHORUS/PHOSPHORUS= the light bringer

-SOLEIRA= the saviour

-HEMERASIA= she who soothes

-HYMNIA= of the hymns

-HEGEMORE= the leader of dances/choir

-ARISTE= the best/the excellent

-EUCLEIA= of good repute

-CALLISTE= the very beautiful

-BASILEIS= the princess

-HIEREIA= the priestess

-HEURIPPA= the horse finder

-PEITHO= the persuasive

-PYRONIA= of the fire

DIONYSUS:

-BROMIUS= the noisy/boisterous

-MAENOLES= the mad/raging

-NYCTELIUS= of the night

-LAMPTERUS= of the torches

-HESTIUS= of the feast

-PHALLEN= the phallic

-ANDROGYNUS= the androgynous (of sexuality, he bed all genders)

-PHLEON= the luxuriant

-STAPHYLITES= of the grape

-OMPHACITES= of the unripe grape

-LENAEUS= of the wine press

-THEOENUS= the god of wine

-AGATHUS DAEMON= the good spirit (as in a ghost, not a drink)

-OENOPS= the wine-dark

-ACRATOPHORUS= the bringer of mixed wine

-CISSEUS= of the ivy

-CITIOPHORUS= the ivy bearer

-ANTHION= of the flowers

-CISTOPHORUS= the basket bearer

-DIMETOR= twice born

-IRAPHIOTES= the goat child

-AEGOBOLUS= the goat slayer

-MELANAEGIS= of the black goat-skin

-ANTHROPORRAESTUS= the man slayer

-LYSIUS= of release

-ELEUTHEREUS= of liberation/freedom

-PSILAX= uplifted on wings

-SAOTES/SOTERIUS= the savior

-AESYMNETES= the dictator

-POLITES= the citizen

-MYSTES= of mysteries

-CHTHONIUS= of the earth

-MELPOMENUS= the singer/of the tragic plays

HEKATE:

-BRIMO= the dreaded/the vengeful

-CHTHONIA= of the earth

-DESPOINA= the goddess/our lady

-ENODIA= of the crossroads

-AENAOS= the eternal/the ever loving

-AGLAOS= the beautiful/the bright

-APOTROPAIA= the one that protects

-EROTOTOKOS= the bringer of love

-INDALIMOS= the beautiful

-KLEIDOUCHOS= the keeper of the keys of Hades

-KOUROTRPHOS= the nurse of children

-PHOSPHOROUS/LAMPADEPHOROUS= the bringer/bearer of light

-SOTERIA= the savior

-TRIMORPHE- the three formed

-TRIODIA/TRIODITIS= she who frequents crossroads

[kingoflesserminormages]

*juli awakes… her head hurts…. She sits up to see what looks like a full miniature crane. It is lifting up a bed tray with soup on it slowly up.*

[your up. Soup will be there in a moment]

*juli waits patiently as the mice deliver her breakfast in bed.*

“Thank you”

[no worries, metal winged one told us to do this.]

“Who?”

[oh you don’t know? Metal one named AMU has grown wings.]

“What!”

“Yes… a few things has happen since you have been out. You guys can leave now”

[right away ma’am!]

*the mice leave taking there crane with them*

@the-mighty-dalob @goblin-wizard-in-the-making

[aj-artjunkyard]

ToA daemon AU where humans have daemons but gods dont. Gods aren’t people and don’t have souls. They still have animals which are associated with them, but they’re just symbols. 

Apollo, as Lester, gets a daemon for the first time. He didn’t have a daemon for his previous human punishments since he was a god in mortal form - now he is a full mortal. 

At first he thinks the unbearable pain in his chest is just the broken ribs from his free-fall from Olympus. After the fight with the muggers and his introduction to Meg, he finds he can’t walk ten steps from the dumpster he landed in without collapsing. 

Meg rolls her eyes at his utter bafflement as he squawks about being on the brink of death. She and her small hare daemon cast their gazes about the alley, then in the dumpster. She reaches in and pokes something, and Apollo gags in pain. Meg seems satisfied, and announces that he can’t leave because his daemon is stuck in the dumpster. Apollo snaps that he doesn’t have a daemon, he is a god! Gods are self-sustaining, they do not rely on puny- ack! Meg had poked the thing again.

Frustrated, Apollo pulls himself up to investigate and explain to this silly mortal why whatever-it-is in the dumpster cannot be his daemon. Then he sees it. 

It’s a tiny white mouse. Suddenly he notices the pain in his chest is not just broken bones, but a distinct emptiness. Something is missing. As soon as he locked eyes with the mouse, he knew that it was supposed to be filling that hole. 

Apollo had been associated with mice for some millennia. He had been called Apollo Sminthius since before the siege of Troy; Lord of Mice. They were useful for spreading plagues, and rather cute, but not something he’d ever thought of as similar to him. He was no mouse! He was a mighty lion, a sweeping falcon! He was a god, the very top of the food chain! He was no ones prey! 

But there it was. A tiny, insignificant creature that looked as if it belonged in the dumpster. Not unlike Lester Papadopoulos. Perhaps Apollo was a great dragon or a fearsome wolf, but he supposed, with crushing disappointment, that Lester was about as close to a mouse as any living being could get. 

[koji-haru]

Promises: Prologue

[@evilmenshoe80 @optimisticartisanwinner Here's a rough start 👀]

Far from the rush the bustling town, hidden amongst the foliage and vines of the forest, stood a dilapidated temple – long forgotten and abandoned by the people. Hundreds of years had already passed since its prime, when its followers, the old ancestors of the people of the town, used to come by in flocks to pray to the deity that the temple belonged to. Thick vines clutched and clung to every crack and crevice of the temples now smoothened stone carvings. The paintings along its stone walls faded and barely legible as time and negligence had taken its toll. Pools of cold water from the early morning rains littered the damaged marble floor, used as a bath for the wild birds that inhabited the forest, their merry songs bringing some life to the place.

Perhaps the temple hasn’t been completely abandoned. It had the wild forest animals, from the regal deer to the diminutive forest mice, as its daily visitors. And recently, it seemed to have gained another follower. 

The cool air sent goosebumps on Adam’s skin as he forced himself further into the old temple with shaky, stumbling steps, careful not to soak his old leather shoes in the puddles. With heavy, tired heaves, he took a brief pause, steadying himself against the cold stone walls of the temple. His tunic clung uncomfortably sticky against his bruised skin, though the cool air helped with his sweating a little. In front of him, on the large stone wall, was a large fresco covered by branching vines and mould and dirt, but the image was still fairly legible. It depicted a scene from the supposed past of the town; the soldiers fiercely defending their families and homes from their invading neighbours. Behind the soldiers, stood a giant lion with wide golden wings, shining so brightly as it blessed the town and its people with the might and courage to win the battle. The winged lion. Adam had read during his spare time that it used to be one of the deities his town worshipped. It was the deity of warriors, people used to pray to it to aid them in wars and give them the strength they needed. 

Adam closed his eyes for a brief moment and gave a short, insincere prayer to the winged lion to lend him strength. Then, he pushed himself off the wall, wincing a little as he continued his way towards the altar further into the temple. With a little more effort as he stumbled through the empty halls, even slipping once or twice, further dirtying his tunic, Adam eventually reached the end of the long hall where large wooden double doors stood in his way. No matter how many times he had pushed and opened these doors, his eyes couldn’t help but admire some of the engravings still present on red wood as he ran his fingertips over its curves and bumps, feeling some of the splinters of the rotten wood against his skin.

With an effort he normally wouldn’t need, Adam pushed open the heavy wooden doors, the rotten wood groaning in loud echoes as it slowly revealed a large marble statue of the deity that the temple belonged to: the winged lion. There, it stood in all of its mighty glory untouched by the ageing of time, while the world around it had died and moved on. 

Taking a few further steps forward, Adam let the doors slowly creak shut behind him as he took out a small package and some matches from the small worn satchel he had been carrying. With memorised movements, Adam reliably made his way towards the altar just in front of the large marble statue and lit the lamp he had left there. A small orange light, not even bright enough to brighten the place a few feet from it, flickered quietly in the cold, dark room. However, it was all that Adam needed – just a small light, enough to brighten up the area around the altar. The small orange light dyed the marble statue in dark shades of gold, its blue jewelled eyes glistening along the flickering flame. Adam knelt on the make-shift cushion stuffed with hay that he had made just so he could sit comfortably by the altar. One by one, he took the items out of his satchel, placing them atop the altar; a bundle of blue, white and yellow flowers, a variety of fresh berries he had picked the day before, and an old heavy book with yellowed and creased pages, clearly loved and read many times over. 

Fluffing up the cushion once more, Adam made himself comfortable by the altar, well, as comfortable as he could get considering the purple and green bruises that peppered his body. This was his almost daily morning routine, which he had started about a fortnight ago; to simply spend a few hours alone in this dilapidated temple talking to himself and the statue about the events of the days prior. It wasn’t as if he came here every morning to worship and pay his respects to the deity, he had lost all love and respect for their kind since he was much younger, no, he was just here because he liked the seclusion, the isolation from the people who only wish to benefit from his suffering. And also maybe because, a small part of him thought he could relate a little with the winged lion, both used and abandoned by the same town. 

A soft, bitter laugh escaped from Adam’s lips at the thought of relating to a deity. That was stupid. The winged lion was probably the one who abandoned the town, moving on to more devout, more deserving followers. There was also the matter of the fact that Adam was still technically needed by his town, to at least take on its misfortunes so that the rest might live on happily at peace. Resentment filled his heart at the thought of everyone else living such merry lives, while he never had a choice in the matter; the cuts and bruises on his body from last night’s ‘accident’ another payment for someone else’s sake. 

Adam reached out for his book, gifted to him by Samael long ago, one of his few friends from the town. The beautiful leather-bound book felt heavy on his hands, hundreds of its pages a testament to the knowledge it held. Its pages had been flipped open countless times, and Adam had read over the delicately inked pages so many times that he had memorised most of them. It covered a variety of topics, ranging from edible plants found in this forest to the history of the town’s humble beginnings. However, there was a section of the book that had kept Adam coming back to it recently: the topic about deities the townspeople had worshipped. Apparently, their ancestors had worshipped many ever since the town’s establishment, many deities beloved and then forgotten, their temples and shrines forever lost in time and buried in dirt never to be visited again. The subject matter was interesting, sure, but Adam never cared for the gods for they had never been at his side. What quickly changed that, however, was when he found this temple two weeks ago when he was hunting a hare and it led him to this place. A dilapidated, but still relatively intact temple. And ever since then, Adam had been spending most of his spare time learning more about the place and the deity it used to host.

Out of recently made habit, Adam instantly flicked to the section of the book where it discussed more of the history of the temple, when it was made, who were its most notable priests, and all that stuff. Oddly enough, it didn’t have much to talk about the deity itself, besides the fact that it manifested itself in the form of a large lion with shining gold fur and six massive wings, and that it supposedly helped the town win their wars. Other than that, nothing much. The lion apparently used to be a rather popular deity amongst the people especially during their warring times. But as time marched on, and the people had learned to coexist with one another, the lion’s presence slowly waned into the background until it was eventually forgotten by the people. 

Adam picked a random berry and popped it into his mouth, its freshly sweet and mildly sour juices coating his tongue. It tasted quite lovely by itself, but Adam would’ve preferred it with some porridge and honey. It would’ve been such a nice hearty breakfast, one that he probably needed, but he couldn’t bear staying in that cursed town. The shorter he had to remain there, the less time he had to see the people there, the better. Besides, and it was most likely just him deluding himself, but in the two weeks Adam had been visiting the abandoned temple, no misfortune had befallen onto him yet, at least not while he was within its bounds. He was sure it was just him desperately looking for solace, no matter how false, but the temple had slowly become his safe space, his comfortable little hideout, at least for a short time. 

“You can have some, you know?” he jokingly told the statue as he pushed the bag of berries towards it. 

After quietly reading his book for some time, Adam placed a thin wooden bookmark between the pages he was currently on before closing the book to rest his eyes. He remembered Samael telling him before that reading in the dark wasn’t good for his eyes. The little light that the lamp emitted helped a little, but after a while, his eyes did start to hurt a little. So, while waiting for his eyes to stop hurting, Adam busied himself with replacing the limp and browning flowers he had brought last time, wrapping them in paper and replacing them with the fresh ones he had brought today. It was such a monotonous and pointless thing to do, nobody lived at the temple nor did he stay long at the place, but he thought it made the place look prettier, a little less lifeless than it already was. 

“I hope you like these flowers, not that you get any say,” joked Adam before doubling over as he let out a sharp hiss of pain when he accidentally hit his side on a pointed edge of the altar. “Fuck..! Lilith really didn’t hold back on her curses, huh?” he wheezed, clenching his now slightly wet side as he slowly slumped back down on the cold floor with his back against the hard marble statue. 

There on the floor, in the dark, Adam remained seated quietly, his eyes focusing at nothing in particular. He would need to wrap a bandage around his side, but he couldn’t care less about it right now. “Today is supposed to be a good day,” he muttered to himself. “No, today is going to be a good day,” he said louder, trying to convince himself as tears began to prick his eyes. 

Today, he woke up early, got his morning chores done despite the pain he felt, he was going to spend a nice peaceful morning at the temple and then he was going to welcome his best friend Samael back from his travels in the afternoon. It was supposed to be a smooth sailing day, but then he just had to suddenly feel so tired now, to feel like he didn’t want to move ever again. He was sick of it, trying his hardest to trudge through the day, pretending that he could keep up with this, that it was fine as long as it was for the greater good. He wanted to be selfish, even just for once…

“I wish it would just end,” he muttered with a shaky breath, rubbing his eyes with his hands as he desperately tried to prevent his tears from flowing down. He leaned his head against the lion statue, sadly eyeing the wooden doors in front of him. Just the thought of having to leave soon and going back to the town drowned his spirits into dark watery depths. “I’m so tired, I don’t want to fight anymore…”

Then he felt a sudden warmth from behind him as the lion statue began to crack with soft golden light coming out of it. Adam crawled back from the statue, a small trail of red following him, as pieces of the marble fell away one by one, slowly revealing a pale man dressed in regal blues and whites intricately lined with gold accents, a heavy looking dark blue cape hung on his shoulders. Stars seemed to line his cheeks just below his dark blue eyes with softly golden waves of hair flowing just above his shoulders, needless to say, his appearance was otherworldly. But what really caught his eyes were the six golden wings spread wide behind the man. The strange man flexed his limbs, wings fluttering slightly in the cramped space, before turning his focus on Adam, who remained frozen both in awe and fear at the sight in front of him. 

The winged man stepped down from the marble stage, folding his wings neatly behind him, and made his way in front of Adam, where he crouched down to meet the terrified human eye to eye. And then…he gave a tender smile. 

“I heard you might need help?”