#yellingmetatron

[angelsandemons]

@yellingmetatron responded to this post:

"ALL OF US ARE, SIS. IT'S WHAT WE CHOOSE TO DO IN SPITE OF IT THAT FUCKING MATTERS."

"....."

"But is that true, brother? Can we really change what we are as humans can?"

[arcanigenum]

@yellingmetatron

    He bounced just like a goat would, rammed his huge skull into Metatron’s side. “Guess! What!” He bounced away, tripping around on his hooves, the golden charms jingling softly. “I found a new cult! People worship me! Me!” Azazel reared, aiming his forehead once more at the other angel to ram him again.

[songs-in-nature]

🎖- What is it that attracted you to your muse? (Both of 'em)

Munday!

🎖- What is it that attracted you to your muse?Well, Whisper was made after rotg and Brave came out. originally she was gonna have a will’o wisp element to her. But it didn’t fit smoothly, so I let that part go. I just wanted to put myself into such a magical setting. Somehow. And she’s all the calm and sweet and responsible in me. And honestly, she’s grown as much as I have in the last 8 years.

Rahim… He was actually brought on by a magic anon, back in the day. when we all had absolutely RIDICULOUS fun on here. (which needs to come back, but i digress.) and I just couldn’t give him up at the end of the 2 weeks originally stated. Me or Whisper, really. and he’s grown so much. Helped figure out so much, about myself! And I feel a little bad about it, because that entails putting a a lot of my personal shit and projecting it on him to see it a bit more objectively. But honestly I love him. If I could hug him like Steven does with his gem in the SU finale, I WOULD.

basically, the original fandom (which I’m still an active part of!) is a huge piece of why these guys are here. And the rest is just. Exploring me through them. It’s amazing.

[bitofthisandthat]

“Pfffft. Kids’ stuff. Not as many as ME, I’m sure. ...or the Egyptians, for that matter.”

[asgardianhammer]

"Belated happy birthday, stormshine. Gotta admit, you're one of the least fucking insufferable storm gods I know. Then again my brother is fucking Ba'al Haddad, so that bar is set fucking low." He's smiling, crookedly, though.

[ ϟ ]—– Attempt was made to keep expression one of utmost pride and poise, yet lips quirk even before the comments are completed. A mischievous grin appears then, and a brow arches whilst thunder makes another attempt at appearing majestic.

‘ So, you are saying I am the lesser of two evils? Less shite than your average thunderer?’ Grin remains for a moment, and then manages to widen. ‘ You have my - eternal - gratitude.’ 

[kissofmistletoe]

“What are you the god of? I know what our records say, but I want the words from you. Your truth.”

“Your records will seek to reduce me to simple things,” the stag’s eyes were hard, gold, a swirling storm of sun fire lazily moving about the iris. There was something deep to the naturally coarse voice, as if the words had been set at birth of the universe. A speech to decree one would be made to hold such ferocity and fire.

“I am light, from the smallest ember to every star in the cosmos. I am father, brother, son to every and all that shines. It is mine to silence and mine to create. I am truth, which comes as power and curse. It is mine to know but mine to speak, no matter the cost. 

In each moment I can feel the darkness destroy a piece of me, as if I die a death with each heartbeat I take. Upon my tongue rests knowledge that can never be spoken, least it picks apart the threads of the universe, those terrible truths. I can be as vicious and cruel in my might as I can be craved and soft. 

I am... balance. I am the reason the dark lingers and the lies are born. I know the universe cannot contain both in their whole, as shadows define the edges of everything, and deceit drives the need to speech. It would be a silent, sightless existence should I not be, the keeper that walks the lines of balance.”

[agentbrompton]

Please, please, anyone I talk to, write with, trade memes with, feel free to come hit me up on Discord!  Even if this site doesn’t go down in flames, come chatter with me.  <3

[yellingmetatron]

"Your God has no sway here."

Gods and Deities Sentence Starters        

Canaanite Metatron

Metatron’s brow creases.

“El is my Father.  I am His Voice.  At His Word, the mountains shake and storms cause the sea to cover the land.  I will concede that I am in this place removed from His glory, but I dispute that He has no sway whatsoever.  My presence is proof enough of His sway, however limited.”

Abrahamic Metatron

“You’d fucking like to think that,” Metatron says mildly, “I’m an archangel; fucking shit up in the name of the One-As-Three is our national pastime.  But it’s not like I’m fucking stupid enough to start a war for the sake of my own fucking ego.”

[saltygempearl]

ღ : What sorts of plots/characters/scenes do you have the most difficulty writing, and why?

//That IS an intriguing question. Honestly, I usually try and branch out as a writer. I surround myself with people who engage and challenge me in roleplay, so over the years I’ve become comfortable with plots/scenes I was not before, and played characters I would have sworn to you I never could a few years back. You know about some of these more than most who follow me here.

Right so back to the question...I’m not sure if this counts, but as a writer I have trouble with scenes where I control more than like...three characters at a time. This is likely in no small part because such a big part of my writing growth has been in RP, where this doesn't come up very often. But when you get into fanfics...well. People who read mine will notice I tend toward smaller scale stories. I’m trying to branch out on that though.

[nervousfoxboy]

Imagination

Send In A Word, And I’ll Write A Drabble Or Starter Based On It

The sight of several people walking around with fake ears and tails was comforting at first, though he didn’t join in since he’d already showed up without.  As time went on however, Ren began to get a little annoyed at each and every ‘furry’ he came across, even resentful. It was all just a game to them, wasn’t it? A costume, something that was fun for make believe, but you could put away and not deal with whenever you wanted! He didn’t have that luxury, not truly. He always had to worry about them popping out at the wrong time.

[angelsandemons]

"I FELT THE NEED TO CONGRATULATE YOU ON THE BOOK, GOLDEN BOY. IT'S THE MOST FASCINATING COMBINATION OF TRUTHS, HALF-TRUTHS, METAPHORICAL TRUTHS, HIDDEN MEANINGS, DOUBLE MEANINGS, LIES OF OMISSION, LIES OF MISDIRECTION, POETIC LICENSE, AND OUTRIGHT FUCKING BULLSHIT I HAVE SEEN IN A VERY LONG TIME. I FEEL LIKE I JUST READ A KLEIN BOTTLE." The tesseract inverts himself. "A FUCKING PLEASURE."

"WELL THANK YOU META! I KNEW YOU'D APPRECIATE THE ARTISTRY OF IT!"

[arcanigenum]

*Absent-mindedly scritches between the zazzlehorns, just at the base*

    His ears made him look like an airplane, and if he could close his eyes he would have. While pressing his head to Metatron’s hand, he sat down with a heavy thud.

[saltysciencesixer]

@yellingmetatron

“I tried to draw a picture of you, and my entire notebook spontaneously combusted. I am not a happy man. There was at least three years worth of observations and experiments in that notebook.”

[bitofthisandthat]

yellingmetatron said: 💪 - what’s their ability they brag about the most? (Asami, Francine)

7 SINS HEADCANONS

Asami’s pretty humble about a LOT...except her daredevil lifestyle; she has NO qualms bragging about her flying, her racing, or the fact her dad had a personal bodyguard and retired solider train her in self-defense/hand to hand combat. Privately, she’s most proud of being  both glamorous AND tough, but she never says that out loud, she lets her action and appearance speak for itself. No doubt Asami is vain about her looks, but she never rubs it in anyone’s face, or talks about how she’s “much prettier than this or that person.” But inside? She knows she’s both beauty and brains, and is PROUD about that.  She’s still developing her engineering side, so she’s very humble about her machinist side. But yes, one thing she’s openly boastful about is that she’s a pilot, racer, and a skilled ( non-bending ) fighter.

Francine is ALL over the board between grossly vain and so humble that she needs to be encouraged to be less hard on herself. So frankly, her greatest achievements are through her family. Her kids may be “lame” at times, but damnit, she’s gonna encourage them. She’s SO PROUD she’s an agent’s wife, and what he does. She’s also vain as hell that she’s survived what most people could never dream of surviving in a year, let alone a lifetime, because of this dangerous life. Bullet wounds, terrorist threats, etc, she’s going to shove that down everyone’s throat. ( Since Stan tends to bring a lot of that violence and intrigue home with him, and you know...Roger exists and that quadruples it. ) But she’s also very boastful about her past as a bad girl, and doesn’t miss a chance to shove how hot and wild she was with her family, friends, etc. She’s led a very crazy life before and after Stan, so for her, being a housewife is the exotic part of her existence. She’s also extremely proud that she’s still hot and sexy, when other mothers in her peer group look like a train wreck or a librarian after 35. 

@yellingmetatron​

[carney-fir-darrig]

💔

Send me 💔to have a conversation with a deceased character from my muse’s past.

     “Is this some sort of afterlife-?” Owlish eyes peered around, the girls clutching each other. The one that spoke hardly spoke above a whisper, the other holding her more firmly, as if she could shield the identical body behind herself.     “I dun’ know, Claire.” The second replied, her voice harsher then her sister’s.      A soothing hand ran down wavy, blond tresses, like a mother comforting her infant. An exchange in hushed whispers then occurred, the Gaelic thrown between the two for them, and them only. Hazel eyes glanced over at the stranger several times during the exchange, until at last, he was addressed fully.     “Who are ya?” One demanded, a scowl pouting out her lips, while concern thinned the other girl’s. All the while they held each other in some way, like they would drift away without the other as an anchor.