#sunday???????? excuse me?

[thesherrinfordfacility]

it goes something like this: this is a demon that isn't a very good demon and has survived this far by not allowing anyone to see other than himself that he's not a very good demon. after all, he's been in this position before, hasn't he? he's shown Someone who he truly is, what is in his mind and heart so to speak, and was ruined because of it. but he still can't shake off the feeling of doing the right thing, regardless of whether it goes against heaven or hell.

and then appears this angel that has already told him on that wall that it would be awful if he, the angel, were to do the wrong thing and he, the demon, to do the right thing. it's meant to be the other way around, simply by the will of someone they haven't heard a voice from in centuries, millennia, let alone be able to even understand. this angel who the demon knows is going to be set on doing the divine thing, wrong thing, so he can't trust him to know that he's doing the right thing. he has to keep his cover, make this angel fear him, so he doesn't get close enough to see beyond the facade. because to thwart him as a demon is the good thing, but he can't trust the angel to see that he's doing the right thing.

but this angel accosts him, tells him that he doesn't think this is right, that it can't be what god intended; well, close, but no cigar. the angel beseeches to the demon to do the right thing this time, that the goats were one thing, but please, please, don't harm the children. and it's a close call, but how could he trust this angel? trust the angel to have some sliver of faith in him? trust him to re-examine his prejudice and see him as more than a demon, and all its preconceptions? but the angel does work it out, does see, and it perhaps births the hope that this angel won't stop him from doing the right thing.

it goes something like this: this angel is now a smug but tentative temporary ally. he's seen through him, and he hasn't been thwarted yet, so maybe he has the room to continue with his plan, his agenda, to do the right thing. but he doesn't have the full measure of this angel yet; how mercurial is he? will he change his mind? he seemed hesitant at the flood, but he doesn't get consulted on policy decisions; will actually saving the children be a step too far for the angel? will the angel baulk, and run back to the comfort of just following orders?

he sets the house on fire, and the angel initially doesn't seem to realise that it's a mirage, a magic trick. the demon's just setting the stage. the angel is shocked, momentarily panicking that his faith in this demon was misplaced. but the angel doesn't understand that it's a test, that the demon is scrutinising where his allegiance lies, that he won't thwart this trick, believing it a genuine attempt to harm the children. he offers deniable plausibility; offers the version that he is naturally a bad person because he's a demon - but fear me, stay away, you can't beat me; if you have changed your mind, don't try to stop me because i won't let you win.

but the angel shows again where his moral compass lies, and resolves that he does know this demon, and knows that he won't do what he's threatening to do. that he will do the right thing, and push him to follow it through. so he picks up the gauntlet. he knows that the demon lied before, and he would stake his faith on the fact that he's lying now. that he's not reneging on the true him that was revealed to the angel, that that was the important bit that wasn't a lie.

it goes something like this: now it's the angel's turn. this demon, this good person who does the right thing, is staring him down. setting up the challenge, and silently pleading that he does the right thing too. but the demon knows the stakes are higher for this angel; the demon operates alone, has had the freedom to somewhat pave his own way, and do whatever he wants, and only truly cares about answering to himself. this angel is literally surrounded, backed into the corner. the demon wants to know what he'll choose; will he choose the good thing - telling the truth, and bring down the fledgling trust they've just set up between them? or will he choose the right thing - to lie and ensure that this family, that has done nothing to warrant any of these horrors, can continue to exist in peace?

not only does the angel lie, but he stakes it on everything that he is. he stakes it on being an angel. a direct wager that if the other angels see through the lie, that is the price the angel will need to pay. the demon is suitably impressed, he applauds the performance and the sacrifice, and possibly even feels some degree of sympathy. because whilst this demon's existence isn't easy, he doesn't have much else to lose. he's already lost it, and still feeling the waves crashing on the shore, but it doesn't knock anything down. for this angel, this is everything he embodies and believes himself to be. he still has everything to lose. the demon has been there before, facing the risk of, and survived, losing that, and knows that conflict and pain. but is the price worth it? is it worth doing the right thing?

it goes something like this: the demon goes to the angel. they're not friends, not even really allies, but they've shared the same experience. the demon is surprised that the angel thought he'd fall, but he understands that fear. he recognises and respects that vulnerability, to show the shards of yourself to someone else knowing that they could either help to put them back together, or further trample them into dust. so he comforts the angel with not an assurance that they are still good, because that would be a lie. instead he offers the truth - that he did the right thing, and whilst its a lonely and thankless path to walk, a dangerous moral ground to tread, he won't be alone in walking it.

he lets the angel in on a little secret: that he too is vulnerable. that he is lonely. he has a weakness that at any given moment this angel could exploit if he were so minded. that this angel could experience is a one-off, and he could revert to seeing the demon as someone incapable of doing the right thing by nature of what he is. but he trusts that he won't. the demon recognises and acknowledges what the angel risked for a greater purpose, for helping him achieve that purpose, and for seeing who this demon actually is. he is showing the angel behind the curtain screen, the murky and unknowable that lies ahead when stepping out of the light. showing that they can be, and are, more than the labels they are assigned, and that doing the right thing is the only thing that truly matters.

it goes something like this: the demon trusts the angel enough to admit, unequivocally, out loud, that he lied.

[comfortzonelol]

Collar on?

[royalarchivist]

Translation:

7 DAYS LEFT!

On the 7th at 7 PM, we will go to the Nether.... I will create a way for everyone to escape this island! I promise!

[lady-disdain221b]

Me: *watching the new season of doctor who*

Ruby Sunday:

Me:

[meep-meep-richie]

he's such a pathetic loser here can i have him T_T

[fire-lizard-ro]

I repurposed an old drawing for him. Sunday my beloved. 🥺🫶

[zyana-wyvern]

When he's in a foul mood, but you invite him for a romantic...burn down of Cazador's palace.

Clothes Mod here <3

[cameoutstruggling93]

Sunday funday! Finally have some downtime for the first time all weekend 😌❤️

[emo-bunny-1317]

Woe, Loathing OCs be upon ye

I wanna make a comic or an askblog with them at some point but my track record with those is terrible. But just know that these little guys are running around my brain nonstop.

[maudeisinthevoid]

"never seen a Tardis before?"

wait, what?

[noirandchocolate]

Me: So hey, roof contractor, just checking in. It's cool and all but why haven't you been in touch with me since Saturday, especially since I still owe you the rest of your money?

Roof Contractor: Well you see, one of our trucks got stolen and I got involved in a high-speed police chase into the next state over to retrieve it and maybe almost got shot 'cause the guy had a gun!

Me:

Me:

Me: Oh!

[thegoosiestlucy]

i'm sorry but may is CRIMINAL

[o-cinnamonstickz]

“Your mind is a bit crowded, isn’t it.” The paper clip asked the paper weight.

“Yes, sir. My mind never seems to grant me a singular second of peace. Are you a crowded mind too, sir?” The paper weight asked, his engraving cold to the touch.

“Well, son. I can’t say much on my mind.” The old paper clip admitted. “I lost it back when I fought in the war many years ago. But I’ll tell ya this one thing. Once you’ve lost it, the freeing peace of listening to your heart was a much better rhythm than the thoughts ever were.”

The paper clip sauntered away with a visible limp, but an audible ring to his lips.

[mydutyistoobserve]

unrelated: just found out that the word Tardis autocorrects to Garcia

"Quick! Into the Garcia!"

Ahahahahahaha!!!

[dryemiddi]

Honestly it’s about time I made a proper group drawing of this family gang in full colour-- I really should make more shit to post about these dumbasses (affectionate) Hannibal -- @sodapressed07 

Charlotte -- @tatogender

Trevor -- @keysstones

Ivis -- @moontale-official aka ME

[iiusia]

feel like theres a balance to strike between "people putting guidelines to being a christian (you need to read your Bible everyday, you need to need to never miss church, you should never be anxious... etc.) and saying that not doing them is sinning is wrong" and "you DO need to grow in your faith and be consistent"