#divinitytouched

[demonstained-a-blog]

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

deep ass starters

         he chews on his lip and focuses on his burning cigarette. emotions aren’t something he likes to admit to having, he hates showing them even more.  if it’s not because of the weakness he thinks it holds, it’s definitely because of the tie to his abilities. he’s trying his best to open up to her more because she’s someone he wants to open up to. every time he starts to, his mother’s words echo through his mind— ❝ vulnerability gets you killed, mal. ❞ 

         he’s tired. he’s tired of keeping secrets from her and taking on the world by himself. he wants to scream and cry and let out his anger for once. ❝ i wanna tell you everything. i do. ❞ more than anything he wants her to be the one that shatters his walls. he’s already feeling more with her than he ever has in his life. ❝ i just—i don’t know how to be vulnerable. everything’s fucked and—i can’t afford to be weak because of it. ❞

[telepathiciism-archive-blog]

@moonsworn - @lethalcravings - @cityspelled - @divinitytouched - @beastburdened || hey there ❤ somehow, i swear to god you’ve motivated me to be better in terms of writing, and to have met you through this blog gave me the chance to open up myself a little more, to not be afraid of delivering love, thing that i enjoy so much to do. you’re so great, barrett!!! ❤

[qunas-blog]

Love me,,

@vclkyriieonline​ || Love Me: I’ll  write a fluffy drabble about our characters. (I think)

Never once had the goddess of the sun, revered of Egypt, thought she would be the one to being an offering to another. And yet, here she stood with a token gift grasped in her hands before the merciless ruler of Hell.

Though with Angela, Ana was finding that she was doing a lot of ‘firsts’ that she had not even with prior lovers. Pride had ruled her life and she had yielded to none except the horned woman that had unexpectedly claimed her in more ways than one it had seemed.

A knee was taken, head dipping down to offer homage to the other deity with a smirk curling over her lips. “My lady.” She calls out with a tone that could almost be called adoring. It had taken Ana a long time to protect and bless her gift so it survived the harsh environment of Hell but to see the Devil’s face light up in joy? That would make the arduous task greatly worth the time and energy spent upon it.

Slowly, Ana offers out the neatly wrapped bouquet of flowers; embalmed several times over with the greatest of delicacy to ensure the petals remained pristine, as if freshly plucked from the ground. Whilst they lacked the distinct smell of flora, they certainly retained their appearance and Ana could not say she could be any prouder of how this turned out. 

The only issue was... how well they would be received.It was no secret that Mercy relished in blood sports and this was the farthest cry from the chaos and pain that was war and death but--

“I have, but, a small offering for you. I was informed your mood had been significantly soured by another deity.” And sincerely hoped this gift would be well timed enough to lift her mood. If not then, well, it would be back to old faithful; murder. “If this does not please you then do say and I shall find something far more suited to your tastes to alleviate your dour mood.”

With that, Ana allowed the flowers to be taken from her hand and offered an adoring smile upwards to the horned woman who stood over her (only by the luxury of Ana being knelt). If the look of mild shock that evolved into a smile was anything to go by then the Sun goddess would count this a success--

[likestoslay-blog]

i’m gonna make this short & sweet ??  mostly bc i don’t want to make this about me, but all the glorious people i’m mutuals with. ♡  i started this muse back in 2013 before going on hiatus for about 2+ years honestly. i recently brought her back & have had a lot of feelin’ of love when i came back. this blogs only been re-opened for about two weeks now & it’s been so great to reconnect with some old partners, along with finding some new ones! hopefully all of my mutuals are on here somewhere, unless maybe you’re a little newer to being a mutual or haven’t really been around much as of late but i don’t want to unfollow tbh, but i apologize if you’re not bc i tried to catch everyone who was.  & thank you to those who are not mutuals, but still follow my trash blog. i may end up following some of you in the future. i just try not to follow too many so i’m not overwhelmed as i phase back into indie rping. ♡♡   

you’re stuck with me & i hope you’re cool with that. ♡

@bennettprcdiigy / @bornwithsilver / @deathishergift / @fangsandotherthings / @hiddensteel / @ofbeinghuman / @ofgallantry / @taramcly / @theirtales / @valoroused / @yourwxrstnightmare

i’m just casually admiring you from afar. ♡

@anditsxsorrows / @arkhealer / @aspectofadevil / @atomicked / @bearthemarks / @beguilcd / @bloodisguilt / @bloodruined / @buffyisms / @cfhowlsandmagic / @cfkillers / @cloudlcssclimes / @deathdestincd / @demonstained / @divinitytouched / @faultcoded / @fiercerebekah / @fightingsouls / @gilesjunior / @hailhayl / @hcllraised / @heroheart / @hiddenmcon / @icxnholdon / @intcthatgoodnight / @leagueremade / @lethalcravings / @louverned / @mercycries / @meredithcheats / @moonoverbourbon / @ofinsecuritiies / @ofsacrificeandsteel / @overallsandcrayons / @pearlzhu / @portectorisms /  @principecorvo  / @quarterwiitch / @rainsblood / @relaxdcrling / @revengeandretribution / @ribbonwords / @slayeriism / @soulprophecy / @sousestime / @souveranwulf / @specialiitas / @speedforcechosen / @temperproblem / @theirfate / @vvulfric / @wecouldbehcroes / @wrcngbitch / @xdemondrinker 

[onlyjokesherebro]

muse aesthetics: horror edition.

you know how it goes, fam! repost, don’t reblog / bold whatever applies / tag however many people you want / feel free to add stuff in any category, too!

tagged by: no-one, i stole it from @fingerslost tho :0 tagging: @thirtylcve , @necnsigns / @necrotish , @comiiics , @moonsworn / @lethalcravings / @cityspelled / @divinitytouched , @horrorrooted / @fangfucked / @demonstained / @havenscarred , @tcrmental , @inquisitiveash , @beaniesandbutterflies , @magiictowel , @stcrdcst , @monstricidal , @hallowedbethyname , @theeldritchmortician , @polaroiids , @armedwithaflashlight , @heroheart , @deadlysericus / @t0d1s4pp34r  --aaaaaaaaaaaaaand anyone else who wants to ! as always, you don’t have to if i’ve tagged you. <3

GOTHIC HORROR :: gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.

CLASSIC HORROR :: black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.

SLASHERS :: bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

PARANORMAL HORROR :: malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. mausoleums. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND HORROR :: aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled casette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking / backpacking.

THRILLERS :: daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

[demonstained-a-blog]

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

comfort 

     the words go against everything he’s been told his life. abomination, devil child, mistake—-everything he could be told, he was. words of comfort aren’t something he’s used to. he chews on his lip, eyes falling towards the ground. he’s scared, it’s been a secret for so long, but he figures it has to come out sometime. if he’s going to trust anyone with his past, it’s going to be malia. ❝ i..that’s never been said to me before. ❞ 

    he appreciates it. it does make him feel less of a sin cursing the earth with his existence. ❝ my mom hated me. like—really hated me. threatened to kill me each time i showed the slightest hint of disobedience. ❞ his voice is shaking, it’s not a topic he talks about much. most of it, he tries to keep repressed. ❝ i was literally only a weapon to her. she wouldn’t let me talk to people, she’d pull me out of bed by my hair if i was having one of my bad days, she blamed me if hunts went wrong, i drank a lot when i was younger, like bordering on alcoholism at fuckin’ sixteen, but my mom just found it as an excuse to threaten my life again. she really liked doing that, i think. gave her a sense of control over her mistake.  ❞

      it’s only taken him twenty nine years to admit it, but he’s finally coming to the realization, it wasn’t his fault.  he didn’t make her sleep with a demon. ❝ i guess what i’m getting at is, i guess it’s just—it’s nice to hear? ‘cause all my life i got told i was the worst possible thing to happen and–and that the only thing i was useful for was killing, ❞ a fact he still does firmly believe in, ❝ i don’t get what you see in me, and i probably never will, but i don’t have to. i really love you, mal. you make me feel better. so thanks for—everything you do for me, really and thanks for seeing more to me than just some weapon of destruction. ❞

[qunas-blog]

Boops her nose,,

@vclkyriieonline || Do you not know who I am?

It is with a slow blink that Ana unwillingly pulls away from the scripture that she is reading, her sole golden eye staring at the deity that had so rudely just tapped her upon the nose and stolen a seat within her lap. Her tongue clicks to the roof of her mouth though it sounds closer to a bird’s chitter than any sort of scolding tic. 

It was hardly the first time that Angela had deigned Ana a seat nor invaded her personal space with little more than the actions themselves as an announcement. That did not rid the temptation to merely… shove this demon from her lap and be done with it.

As it happened though, Ana merely allowed her to remain and shifted her own arms to bring the scroll up to be read once again. There was some saying about idle hands being the devil’s work, no? Not that this was a good use of them but temptation was, too, the devil’s damned work and the sun goddess was no weak willed woman to keel to such demands.

“Is there something you needed, child of the under realms?” Her tone is predominantly flat but a faint trickle of mirth causes the corner of her lips to twitch upwards as she peered down to the Devil curled to her.

If this woman wanted her attention so badly, she could work for it.

[demonstained-a-blog]

“you are very endearing when you’re half asleep.”

some meme i don’t wanna look for i don’t wanna look for 

      there’s a moment of silence and all he can do is look up with sleepy eyes. today’s starting to feel like a day to spend the entire time laying in bed. surprisingly, it’s not like his usual low moods. this time he doesn’t feel like something’s swallowing his soul whole, he doesn’t feel guilty, or like crying—he just really loves malia’s bed. it’s a whole hell of a lot better than his car seats. 

       a smirk before he grabs her and pulls her down with him. throwing the blanket over her and wrapping his arms around her. ❝ mm, i know. now it’s sleep time. ❞ a glance towards the clock and nose scrunches in distaste. one pm. ❝ okay so nap time is more appropriate. ❞

[demonstained-a-blog]

“i just want you to know that i’ll never stop loving you.”

some meme i don’t wanna look for i don’t wanna look for 

    he’s scared. a twisted feeling in his gut every time he thinks about her leaving. there’s a lot she still doesn’t know, that he hasn’t gathered the courage to tell her. he’s concerned once it comes out, that he may be seen as too damaged for her tastes. even after telling her about his demon half, which is undoubtedly his biggest secret, he’s still too terrified of her finding out about his past. maybe that’s why he hasn’t told her about finding his twin yet—or that he even has a twin to find. 

     the words send a wave of comfort through him, though. he may not have the courage to reveal everything just yet, but for now, at least, he can revel in what they have. he can revel in their love and how, for the first time ever, he feels like he has a shot at being happy. fingers reach up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before tracing down her jawline. he still can’t believe it’s possible to be so utterly entranced with someone. ❝ i’ll never stop loving you either. ❞

[demonstained-a-blog]

                                In a fight, they’re lethal.                           Around each other, they melt.

[demonstained-a-blog]

@angelichunt

      ❝ you don’t regret it, right? ❞ he’s thought it all over in his head, replayed the moment he decided to suck it up and ask her out. he doesn’t regret it for even a moment ( who knew he could ever be happy? ), but he does feel guilty. realistically, he knows she loves him and this is all his anxiety getting the best of him, but there’s still a part of him that believes he somehow tricked her. that if she had known what he was, the kind of person he really was, and the shit he’s been through ( not that he’s told her any of that yet ), she’d want to run for the hills and never look back. it’s a lot to take in and process. 

       a pause as he chews his lip for a moment. ❝ like----and be honest, i didn’t trick you, right? with this relationship? ❞ what kind of answer he’s expecting, he’s not quite sure. either she’ll help dull his anxiety or he’ll get the answer he’s scared of, but either way, he knows he can’t keep this one bottled up. not if he wants to keep a healthy, stable relationship with her.

[demonstained-a-blog]

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[ TEXT: MAL ❤️ ] Holy shit 

[ TEXT: MAL ❤️ ] I not only just choked on my drink but I’m turned on in the middle of a diner. 

[ TEXT: MAL ❤️ ] I’m like an hour out, be home because I’m coming.