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i’ve  only  had  arthur  for  a  day  but  if  anything  happened  to  him  i  would  kill  everyone  in  this  room  and  then  myself  :/

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Trick or Treat! 🎃 👀

† .            trick    or    treat    /    selectively    accepting    ,    @sacripent    .

♡ .       uhm  ,,  here  we  go  !  i  hope  you  like  it  !  <3 

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Paul Valéry, tr. by Hilary Corke, from “The Angel,” written c. March 1922

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How beautiful it is, how beautiful, that glow before the stars break.

Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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museum details; Christ Served by Angels, c. 1650 by Jacques Stella

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†  .     𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄  -  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒  .

                ‶ i never thought i’d ever be sayin’ this to you, ‘cause i really can’t stress enough how much i ain’t a fan of you or your brothers and sisters — but somethin’ happened last night and it fucked me up and i need y'to — ″                         she cuts off, 'cause she needs to figure out how to word this properly and she’s too caught up in the fact that when she needed the angels, the ones her momma [who she has always thought was the devil, how’s that for irony] always made her pray to when she was little, never showed up when she begged for help. even when the prayers were made through tears and a raw throat [screaming and yelling at the devil, it takes a toll] , nothing. when her powers got the kickstart they needed, when she died for that brief moment in murky waters, they never came. whenever she WANTED them, she never got them. knowing now what they truly are – not some little halo wearin’ thing on her shoulder, not some pure force that could wipe her tears away and lead her down the right path and help her through the dark — she thinks that maybe it was a blessing they never heard her.                                the funny thing is, and oh boy did it make her laugh, she actually needed him for once. wanted him to pop in without warning, which always makes her jump and let out a string of expletives, and yet he never came. she had to deal with something she’s never had to deal with and yeah sure she came out fine but — she doesn’t know how she did. Hell knows how to fiddle, just ask the devil about good ol’ johnny and how he whooped his ass. probably set a fire in him to make sure it wouldn’t happen again. make sure that any bet for a soul will always end in hell’s favor.                        the offer had been enticing, her soul for 15 years of normalcy. she’d almost said yes to the man in black but in the split second before she signed everything away — she remembered that she won’t have 15 years. it’s gonna be the end of the world as she knows it and she is not feelin’ fine – but she’s got a job, despite how much she tries to deviate from the established rules and responsibilities that come with it. sure there are others out there doin’ the same thing as her — but with what’s coming, all hands are gonna be needed on deck. so she said no and had to keep saying no no no no no until that evil slunk back through the door she never wants to go through. she knows it’ll happen again and again and again 'cause they’re tryin’ to build an army that rivals heaven’s and they need every soul they can draft into it.

                     they’re weak, but they are SMART. cunning and conniving and smooth talking, the lot of them. she’s been sending too many souls down there lately and her heart breaks for all those that never deserved that fate. a woman who wrote away her fate 'cause she needed to escape the hell she was in as a child — that was the worst. to try and get out of hell, she had to consign herself to eternity in it. how twisted and fucked is that? that soul was the first she’d tried to fuck the rules with and send her through the other door. it almost worked, almost.                                           she realizes she’s been holding her breath while she’s been lost in her head, staring off into the distance without any sort of focus, so she lets it out and gets back to what she was saying. there’s no malice in her voice, but there is a slight bit of fear. she’s scared, which in turn scares her even more when she thinks on it 'cause genevieve fucking ohara doesn’t get scared with this shit anymore. so now that she is and it’s becoming more and more frequent — oh lord does it mess with her.                      she clears her throat, shakes her head to come back from wherever it was she had gone to in that small moment, and fixes him with an emotionless look. he doesn’t do or understand emotions so showing any wouldn’t help her in the end.                ‶ can y'stick around tonight? i was gonna just stay up, not go to sleep, but i’ve tried it before and it doesn’t work. just makes the paperwork pile up. i have a reason, don’t you go thinkin’ i just want y'around. they’re startin’ to send in bigger guns, crossroads right now. i don’t wanna see what they’ll send in next. i never fuckin’ wanted this shit, and they know that and they’re using it and they get into my head and — they tend to stay clear when you’re around. i don’t want y'here, but i need y'here. that make sense? ″

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                         HE   LISTENS   ,      waits  for  her  words  to  smoothen  .  movements  traced  with  ,  for  once  ,  warm  gaze  .  descried  fist  ,  above  all  else  ,  a  divulged  terror  adorning  her  .  the  conclusion  to  this  tome  approaches  ,  their  time’s  running  short  ;  how  many  pages  left  to  turn  until  heaven’s  commander  and  its  vile  serpent  stood  ‘gainst  each  other  ?  brothers  slaying  brothers  ,  this  wretched  prophecy's  a  tomb  .  to  abide  his  father’s  wishes  ,  his  own  misery  he  could  over  look  .  hers  he  cannot  -  he  needs  her  in  a  serene  state  of  mind  .      (   can  angels  feel  fear  ?  can  they  shed  tears  ?   )      they  both  have  anxieties  of  their  own  .  his  sword  still  denies  him  and  denies  and  this  denial  brings  with  itself  ruinous  consequences  ;  the  winchesters’  faith  in  their  own  volition  was  a  plague  infesting  heaven  .  a  sickness  -  doubt  -  spreading  fast  and  what  could  he  do  ,  but  fuel  the  dying  fires  of  the  angels’  will  ?  for  after  all  ,  who  ,  alone  and  by  themselves  ,  can  win  a war  ?

                         ANGEL   :   METAPHOR   FOR   CATATONIC   !           he’s  a  dead  language  .  statue  of  vacancy  ,  one  carved  epochs  ago  ,  now  takes  to  crumbling  .  seas  of  turmoil  flood  his  stoic  manner  as  if  it  were  the  city  of  atlantis  .         ❛      this  was  partially  my  fault  ,  for  leaving  you  and  .  .  .  not  coming  sooner  .        ❜          michael  looks  to  her  ,  frown  etching  into  his  features  .  grand  unveiling  of  simmering  regret  ,  apologetic  notes  haunt  a  hushed  timbre  .  sentiment  that  blooms  -  a  novelty  ,  like  flowers  growing  in  a  graveyard  .  thorns  betwixt  tendons  ;  pricking  ,  tearing  open  his  throat  ,       ❛       but  you  need  to  understand  ;        there   are   preparations   being   made   in   heaven   ,     i  can’t  remain  here  ,  guarding  you  at  all  times  .  and  really  ,  handling  a  few  stray  demons  shouldn’t  be  too  much  of  a  challenge  for  you  .      ❜           she  ,  sufferess  ;  heart  a  cathedral  .  in  her  ,  he  catches  a  glimpse  of  humanity’s  virtues  . 

IT’S  MUCH  WORSE  ,        he  knows  ,  but  negation  stains  his  mind  .  loathly  maggots  ;  manifestation  of  desperation  .  they  swarm  her  ,  hoards  of  wretched  devastation  .  here  ,  the  pathology  of  their  desire  -  the  forbidden  fruit  they  crave  ,  the  triumph  they  cannot  obtain  .  she  ,  ripe  for  the  taking  ,  and  they  ,  the  worms  to  leave  her  rotting  .    (    their  serpentine  temptations  ;  how  long  unto  she  succumbed  ?    )     he  can’t  stand  by  her  side  always  ,  though  he  wishes  he  could  ,  if  it  would  keep  her  safe          delicacy  for  the  starved  ,  the  hell-dwelling  .  

Q  :  what  comes  first  ?  duty  to  that  which  is  holy  ,  or  becoming  synonymous  with  sanctuary  for  her  ?  A  :  heaven  shall  mourn  the  ambrosial  presence  of  its  viceroy  for  a  night  .

                       ❛      i’ll  admit  ,  given  your  usual  lack  of  enthusiasm  aimed  at  me  ,  this  comes  off  as  a  surprise  .  .  .      ❜       a  small  jest  ,  perhaps  uttered  at  the  wrong  time  ,  as  he  sits  down  on  a  nearby  chair  ,  eyes  locked  in  hers  .  he’d  loathe  for  the  bite  of  fate’s  cruelty  to  reach  her  .      (    has  it  not  already  ?  is  she  not  already  cursed  ?    )      she  was  undeserving  of  this  ,  she  never  asked  for  it  ,  the  least  he  could  do  was  provide  safety  ,  radiate  holy  .        ❛     i’ll  stay  ,  if  it  comforts  you  .        ❜ 

GENUINITY    !            artless  concern  dances  in  his  words  ,  a  wisp  of  emotion  ,           ❛       humans  generally  function  better  when  they’ve  rested  .      when’s   the   last   time   you   slept   ?       ❜     

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give my muse a mood.   sims inspired: send me a number to receive a small starter with my muse feeling one way or the other, or send 💚 to get them in a randomised mood!

          01     flirty           02     tense           03     happy           04     sad           05     angry           06     uncomfortable           07     inspired           08     embarrassed           09     focused           10     confident           11     dazed           12     playful           13     energized           14     bored

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michael still loves all of the angels , all of them . those who stood by him and those that didn’t . he’s driven by obligation to his father / by duty , which always comes first ( he was built to be a soldier , free will wasn’t ingrained in his essence and it’s something he never learnt , unlike some angels ) , but his love for his siblings is !!!! unparalleled !!! and their deaths each leave a gash in his being bc ,,,, he feels responsible for each and every single one of them ?? like ?? he was around 2 see each n every one of them come to existence i’m...........

tl;dr: michael adores all his siblings don’t @ me.

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And my wound a white/ biblical rose.

Mahmoud Darwish, in “In Jerusalem” from The Butterfly’s Burden (via peoniepoetals)

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trick or treat! 🎃💕

† .            trick    or    treat    /    selectively    accepting    ,    @anglaeca    .

♡ .       here  you  go  ,  boo  !  i  hope  you  like  it   asdfgh  .

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raidstombs‌:

Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic of your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together, a moodboard based on one of our threads, or some other goodie! Happy Halloween!  Let’s celebrate!

Ask Box Trick-or-Treat

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https://linkto.run/p/B2WYJ43A 👀

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bop  the  ♡ .  for  some  dynamic  /  relationship  building  !

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is this the good i’m meant to do?

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FINAL   CATACLYSM   ,   A   CATASTROPHE   SPAED   EONS   AGO  .       fast  approaching  and  after  that  ,  the  earth  was  casket  bound  .  maggots  and  worms  swarming  ,  a  carcass  left  to  rot  !   liability’s  ghost  treks  up  his  ribs  ,  alas  there  laid  no  alternative  .  the  angels  looked  to  him    (   sanctuary  at  it’s  zenith  !   )    to  carry  out  retribution  .  his  eyes  ,  hollow  gaze  ,  trace  the  interior  ;  vacant  grin  playing  ‘pon  his  mortal  cask’s  lips  ,           ❛     YES   .    ❜            betwixt   his  venture  ‘round  the  room  ,  their  eyes  meet  ,  curt  nod  given  .      ❛    your  gift  .  .  .    ❜          or  curse  ?      ❛    is  unique  .    ❜        those  foul  hellspawns  hath  come  to  realize  so  too  .  encursed  was  she  with  their  presence  :   vultures  swarming  ‘round  the  deer  at  the  roadside  .   

THE   UNHOLY   ,   THE   INFERNAL   ,          they’ve  payed  her  visits  ,  wretched  traces  of  their  past  arrival  claw  at  his  essence  .  were  she  to  fall  on  the  wrong  side  ,  it  could  prove  fatal  .  though  ,  he  suspects  that  in  her  eyes  ,  they  were  all  felonious  .       ❛       a  talent  which  will  be  of  benefit  to  us  in  the  upcoming  events  .           THERE’S   NO   CHOICE   HERE   ,           i  need  you  to  cooperate  with  us  .       ❜

❛        await   my   return   ,   genevieve   .      in  the  mean  time  ,   i  trust  you  can  keep  yourself  safe  and  in  one  piece  .        ❜         a  flutter  of  wings  :       a  parting  symphony  !

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listen..................

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give michael a boyfriend

give michael a girlfriend