#muse!samael

[helluva-hazbins]

❛ i found this cool rock that made me think of you. ❜ [ to Samael from Lucid@brokendreamscreation ]

This other self, color variation of...well, himself certainly is a curiousity. Samael still isn't quite sure what to make of it, that he should be here visiting as he has outright begun to do, much more frequently. The golden seraph glances over in great wonderment as his attention is pulled towards the approaching blue seraph, the one with a mirrored appearance to his own. Soon his eyes cast a gaze down as an arm and hand is extended out towards him. Out of reactionary habit he takes to blinking a few times, processing.

"Oh Gosh. How nice, truly thoughtful...that you might think of me when gone. And how may I ask, did you happen to come across it?" There's a burst of friendly exhilaration as he comments. Plenty of other questions just waiting beneath the surface.

[helluva-hazbins]

@brokendreamscreation

[landoffreaksandfrogs]

ive done it, ive broken down these ocs down to their bare essentials.

[viisiond]

Six hundred lives, I'll take Six hundred lives, I'll break And when I kill you, then my pain is over You're dying here and now Escape is not allowed You won't live through this day, now die

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

//Every time I watch the Big G videos I double over laughing so hard!

[woodsteingirl]

are the benefits of taking my adderall (BEING ABLE TO ACCOMPLISH. ANYTHING) worth the ordeal of trying to get back on it. i have no idea

[bl4sphemy-archived]

would anyone be mad if I moved Samael back to my multi? I’m not saying I’ll do it for sure buttttt…

[quillheel]

@theaterrush ━ evren & icarus!

For a bright, blinding moment, there's a pang in Evren's chest that responded to the jab with a simple 'i hate you.' ━━━ like a cold fact of a dead thing already buried, like an answer they already knew but the impulse of their mind felt the need to reinstate: I hate you. The gravity wasn't in the weight, it was in the speed, the snap at which it came to them at. I hate you like a lightning strike. I hate you like a beartrap. I hate you like a blade through a collarbone. ━ a half temptation, but a faulty one. ( Xey had either took the knife from them already, or if they didn't, Evren wasn't interested in proving how predictable they were, the way mankind was unavoidably / the same way mankind is prideful enough to try to avoid it, and how that makes them predictable, too. )

Makes 'them' predictable too. ━ Like Evren wasn't part of mankind enough anymore to say 'us'. Maybe they were. Maybe it was just ill conceit. They weren't interested enough to bother figuring out which.

Evren makes a small, clicking sound with their tongue as they poke at their food they'd gotten as though thoughtful ━ it was just fast-food. they could barely order without being recognized & therefore questioned just a couple days after the 31st. They'd almost asked Icarus to order for them, but decided against it just as quickly.

In the same way they decided to risk it & order for themselves, Evren comes to the same conclusion: they don't hate Icarus, they just don't trust them. But xey weren't doing xemselves any favors, either.

" You can just say I'm a problem, you know, instead of dancing around the words like you did with killing God yourself. Makes it a lot easier on the both of us when you're blunt for a change. " Evren swings the retort back, voice casual & nonchalant for the sharpness ━ almost bitterness ━ in the words themselves, before taking a bite of their food.

They weren't entirely sure of what they expected in the first place when they asked Icarus the question, maybe it was an attempt to know xem better when xey were wholly unknowable up until this point, maybe it was a strange compulsion prompted by the guilt underneath & this was simply how they'd chosen to cope with what had happened and the strain of it all, maybe it was something else entirely. The question had been asked, and now, they were settled to reap its consequences.

━ I don't hate you, I just don't know you. ( in a way, they liked that. Liked them. How strange it was. )

"Plus," they add after finishing chewing, the meat cheap & rubbery " You told me I could use the knife against Them, you didn't say I couldn't use it on anyone else. " anyone deserving. they deserved it. they deserved it. their eye-socket still aches from a pain's origin that no longer exists. " I'd think that'd be a pretty big fine-print. What, not used to people not just doing what you tell them? "

[locallibrarylover]

ME BEING INSANE ABOUT CHESS FOR TWO YEARS HAS FINALLY PAID OFF (friends are now listening to it!!!!)

[w4nts]

so anyways fuck Samael ‘til his eye makeup starts running 💅🏻

[goofily-moved]

Samael’s genre of music is rock / hard rock / alternative rock… maybe a splash of metal influences here and there.

[viisiond]

You're trying to atone me....

And I didn't do anything wrong!

[goldenxeyedxfamily]

;;{&✘☠✘&};;

He's back to existing. And this time he's going to fuck up more shit.

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

@helluva-hazbins

“If light is in your heart you will always find your way home.”

— Rumi

[sorceriii]

God you say? Now this is intriguing, how much longer do you think your ‘God’ plans to wait before unleashing his fury? Just how many thousands of lives must I take before he decides to strike me down? Open your eyes. 'God’ is nothing more than a construct created by man to inspire fear and promote order. If you wish to see me struck down, for all these atrocities, use your own hands to do so, not 'God’s’.

[w4nts]

“touch me.” / for sam (:

              ❛❛   Mmm, tempting... but I think we both know you can do better than that, darling.   ❜❜     Samael drawls, all smug and teasing, his grin as sharp as his canines, his darkened eyes twinkling with mischief. He has his arms wrapped around Ethel's waist as she sits on his lap, ringed fingers combing through her hair as his lips press to the side of her throat. He drags one of his fangs across her pulse, relishing in the way it flutters for a moment. He smiles wickedly as he leaves a kiss there before sitting back, his hands braced behind him.     ❛❛   Don't you want to be a good girl and ask me nicely?   ❜❜     He gazes at her from under his lashes, tongue tracing one of his canines.