ave satanas

i've got bad blood, i've done bad things, how can i control myself if i enjoy these nasty habits?

[lngdns]

michael langdon + rejection  |  requested by anon

[simonghostrileys]

“That’s classified… also classified”

Michael Langdon ~ Requested by anon ~

[ansonmount]

Sign on the line Make a deal with the Devil Make a deal with the Devil in blood

Simon Curtis - Soul 4 Sale

[winterswake]

Michael Langdon ‒ The Antichrist and A Fashion Icon

[violadvis]

Cody Fern in The Tribes of Palos Verdes (2017)

[mshiach-deactivated20190122]

‘  name   one   hero   who   was   happy .  ’

‘  i’m   going   to   be   the   first .  ’

‘  i   feel   like   i   could   eat   the   world   raw .  ’

‘  because   you’re   the   reason  :   swear   it .  ’

‘  perhaps   it   is   the   greater   grief ,   after   all ,   to   be   left   on   earth   when   another   is   gone .  ’

‘  our   joy   was   so   bright   we   could   see   nothing   else   but   the   other .  ’

‘  we   were   like   gods   at   the   dawning   of   the   world .  ’

‘  there   are   no   bargains   between   lion   and   men .  ’

‘  you   can   use   a   spear   as   a   walking   stick ,   but   that   will   not   change   its   nature .  ’

‘  your   hair   never   quite   lies   flat ,   here .  ’

‘  what   about   this ?   have   i   told   you   what   i   think   of   this ,   just   here .  ’

‘  i   am   made   of   memories .  ’

‘  perhaps   one   day   even   i   will   be   famous .   perhaps   more   famous   than   you .  ’

‘  i   cannot   save   them   all .  ’

‘  whichever   you   choose ,   you   are   wrong .  ’

‘  there   is   no   law   that   gods   must   be   fair .  ’

‘  i   wish   he   had   let   you   all   die .  ’

‘  she   wants   you   to   be   a   god .  ’

‘  if   you   have   to   go ,   i   will   go   with   you .  ’ 

‘ now   i   know   how   to   make   you   follow   me   everywhere .  ’

‘  there   are   too   many   of   them ,   it’s   simpler   if   they   just   remember   me .  ’

‘  perhaps   such   things   pass   for   virtue   among   the   gods .   but   how   is   there   glory   in   taking   life  ?  ’

‘  divine   blood   flows   differently   in   each   god-born   child .  ’

‘  for   who   can   be   ashamed   to   lose   to   such   beauty ?  ’

‘  he   is   a   mortal ,  and   mortals   die .  ’

‘  what   good   is   godhead ,   if   it   cannot   do   this ?   what   good   are   you  ?  ’

[vampirigender-moved]

[mshiach-deactivated20190122]

@diiabolvs

[mshiach-deactivated20190122]

“I’m not jealous, I’m just practicing my pout.”

            EYES     BLINK    IN     SOFTENED     STROKES    !            how     fingertips     dance    along           cotton     thread    sleeve          if     only    to     asses     emotion    brimming     through     atomic    pieces     ,     and    you     are     the         MELODY          and     the    notes     ,     the    way     you     feel    them     though     rib    sodden     chest     in    echoes     of     his    resonance         (       feel    him     when     all    else     shifts     ,    when     all     else    screams     /     because    he     is     the    constant     /     the    endless     /     the    only       )     .    

the     balance    upon     which     your    scales     tip     ,    the           silence     to    the     shaking     :          how     he     is    a     hurricane     collapsing     citadels     before    they     have     the    chance     to     climb    ,     and     you    allow     his     emotion    to          PERMEATE     THE    EMBALMS           of     your    mind     ,     shifting     surface    of     your     soul     .    the     way     it    draws     nails     along    centre     spine     like    a     wound     brimming     crimson    hope     before     stitches     collapse     it    scar           (       heaven    in     ashen     palms    ,     what     you    have     given     to    be     holy     :     WHAT     YOU     HAVE    LOVED     ,     REGARDLESS       )    .    

            AND     HE     IS     NOT     the    nail     through     broken    bones     .    he     is     not    the     wood     you    perched     back     upon    .     he     is    not     the     laughter     nor    the     screams     ,    he     is     not    the     waking     after    nightmares     to     find    an     ocean     of    lonely     darkness     trembling     before    your        SLEEP     STAINED        mind     .     he    is     the     quiet    before     the     pin    fall     .     the     ache    after     the     smiles    ,     and     who    would     compare     to    the     way     his        fingertips   carve   you   honeyed   stone     ,        waxen     moon     glow    ,     how     you    are     not     saviour    but     lover     ,    how     you     are    not         HALLOWED         but    human     .  

            YOU     APPROACH     SLOWLY    ,     bare     feet    upon     matted     tile    ,     the     cool    stench     of     ambrosia     your     guide     to     Eden’s     halls        (     you     wonder    if     he     is    the     garden     or    the     tree     ,    the     fruit     or    the     hand     :      how     this     knowledge     has    bloomed     you     ,    burned     you     ,    allowed     you     to    flower     )     .        WOULD     SIN     TASTE    AS     SWEET     AS    HIS     BREATHING     ?    TASTE     AS     DELICATE     AS    HIS     HEARTBEATS     ?    how     you     sit    beside     him     and    reach     out     palm    .     trace     the    line     of     ear    curve     if     only    to     tuck     golden    strand     beneath     its    edges     like     lock    through         steel     woven     door         you     smile    in     spite     of    his     bleeding     .    

                            for     it    has     no     place    beneath     your    veneration     .    

❛    there’s     no     need    .  .  .    not     for     either    ,     ❜         voice    a     hymn     in    a     silence     ,    a     prayer     upon    bended     knees     and    opened     heart     ,    how     you     would    weep     for     him    ,     fly     for    him     ,     soar    through     thread     born    sky     and         FALL        for     him     ,         ❛    he     only     asked    me     about     the    books     we     had    to     read     for    instructor     chablis     tomorrow     morning    :     nothing     more    .     ❜ 

expression     twists    into     sadness     ,    PAINED     even     as    your     chest     aches    ,    even     as     your     voice     cracks     ,         ❛     michael    .  .  .    you     don’t     really    believe     there’s     anyone    who     could     replace    you     ,     do    you     ?    because     there     isn’t    .     there     never    will     be     .    ❜ 

            FORGIVE     ME    FATHER     FOR     I    HAVE     SINNED     /    FOR     I     HAVE    LOVED     /     FOR    I     HAVE     FAVOURED     .

@diiabolvs

[mshiach-deactivated20190122]

                      vertigo   taught   our   limbs   this                               which   is   why   FALL                           comes   so   much   easier   than                                        CLIMB

@diiabolvs​    :    @svpremc​

[freedmarkus]

❛ die again, fuck face !

[freedmarkus]

❛ SATAN has one son, but my SISTERS are LEGION, motherfucker.

[brittany]

Cody Fern as Duncan Shepherd in House of Cards

[diiabolvsa]

‘ i can’t do this . i can’t hurt you . ’

//  @mshiach  

         “why?” question is fired back without hesitation, without PAUSE. brows furrow for a moment as eyes narrow in, before expression shifts back-- seems calm, but in doing so, CLOSES UP-- arms moved to tuck behind back. you begin to pace, moving through the space between you before you SIGH.  “why even try and delude yourself that you can make a GOOD choice here, elijah. you’re with THEM-- whatever happens now, you’ve clearly sided with them. and i don’t blame you-- but there’s no choice in it. you’ve ALREADY hurt me, elijah. why not do a little more?”   

  gaze lingers for a moment, before head shakes and you turn, shift body to instead lean against the banister leading back up grand stair case-- and how your memory comes to life. how images come to mind in wild colour. the two of you, the dead of night. sneaking out through these halls to look at the stars-- to help him escape the nightmares. to help you both feel more grounded. 

  tut, thinking of how fragile it all was. how you KNEW, it could never have ended any other way.  

       “the others don’t stand a chance,” glance toward decapitated body-- one witch down, only a few more to go, “try as they might up there, i’m only going to go take them out. they won’t win, elijah. they CAN’T survive me. but YOU will, i’ll make sure of it. no matter what, i promise you a place at my side. no matter what choices you’ve already made-- no matter what ones you now make, no matter how much you hurt me, i still WANT you at my side.” lips curve in wicked smile-- breathy laugh pushed out before you shake your head. “so hurt me a little more if you’d like, GIVE IN to that desire. it’ll make no difference.” 

[diiabolvsa]

' I remember them crucifying me . ' ( UR WELCOME )

yeeeett!!  //  @mshiach

       words are HEAVY– you feel the intent of them laid before you. how much they must have weighed on shoulders. and you know, you can see even in your youthful naivety, that these words, this secret is not shared easily– it is the very meaning of trust.  he would not grant you this, unless he truly BELIEVED in you, believed they had safe home inside of you. 

( you know what it is to carry a darkness, to have a secret. to hold something close to your chest. the only difference is you’ve never been afraid to let it out– before at least. everything has changed since you were locked away in this house. since you crawled inside. ) 

  throat is tight, thick with a THOUSAND different things you could say– none of them seeing to fit right. none are enough to comfort against what must be the most harsh of all memories. 

  instead, you reach out. thank god or lucifer or anyone that made it possible for your hands to be able to find place upon his arm and squeeze as you come to rest, sitting at his side, legs tucked beneath you.  pause as bright blue eyes look into his and for a moment you wonder how you could EVER throw such venom at him– how the words shared in those first few weeks here ever left your lips. for when you look at him now, all you ever see is the light. all you see is wonder. someone to be cared for, protected with fierce loyalty.   someone to believe in. 

  hand is gentle, so opposed to that which you were born from, so contrasted to the way heat spreads beneath your skin and begs to be let out.  it is soft the way you brush curls aside, dare let fingertips trace where scars of another lifetime would be. 

       “and yet… here you are, still trying to do good.” voice is weak, broken with the pain of knowledge, of all you have learned of the life you didn’t get to lead– of the expectations put upon you, never to now come to fruition. hand trails down to rest upon his neck, thumb brushing so delicately. “my father was wrong. YOU are an example of good in this world. that it’s not all hopeless and to be burnt to the ground.” 

[normreedus]

[diiabolvsa]

the body is just a shell to the soul. / aesthetics

BODY     //     long legs. short legs. average legs. slender thighs. thick thighs. muscular thighs. skinny arms. soft arms. muscular arms. toned stomach. flat stomach. flabby stomach. soft stomach. six pack. beer belly. lean frame. slender frame. muscular frame. voluptuous frame. petite frame. lanky frame. short nails. long nails. manicured nails. dirty nails. flat butt. toned ass. bubble butt. thick butt. small waist. thick waist. narrow hips. average hips. wide hips. big feet. average feet. small feet. soft feet. slender feet. calloused feet. calloused hands. soft hands. big hands. average hands. small hands. long fingers. short fingers. average fingers. broad shoulders.underweight. average weight. overweight.

HEIGHT     //     shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN        //        pale. fair. rosy. olive. dark. tanned. blotchy. smooth. acne. dry. greasy. freckled. scarred.

EYES      //      small. large. average. grey. brown. black. blue. red. green. gold amber. hazel. violet. doe-eyed. almond. close-set. wide-set. squinty. monolid. heavy eyelids. upturned. downturned.

HAIR       //       thin. thick. fine. normal. greasy. dry. soft. shiny. scruffy. frizzy. curly. wild. unruly. straight. smooth. wavy. floppy. cropped. pixie-cut. short. shoulder length. back length. waist length. floor length. buzz cut. bald. jaw length. vermilion. mohawk. white. platinum blonde. golden blonde. dirty blonde. ombre. light brown. mouse brown. chestnut brown. golden brown. chocolate brown. dark brown. jet black. ginger. grey. auburn. dyed red. dyed any “ unnatural color ”. streaked. thin eyebrows. average eyebrows. thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS      //         full sleeve. thigh tattoo. shin tattoo. wrist tattoo. lower back tattoo. hand / finger tattoo. foot tattoo. neck tattoo. face tattoo. chest tattoo. one tattoo. a few here and there. multiple. no tattoo. monroe piercing. nose piercing.septum. nipple piercing . genital piercing. industrial piercings.earlobe piercing. prince albert piercing. eyebrow piercing. tongue piercing. lip piercing . tragus piercing. angel bites. labret. stretches out ears. navel piercing. inverse navel piercing. cheek piercing. smiley. nape piercing . no piercings.

COSMETICS      //       light eyeliner. heavy eyeliner. cat eyes. mascara. fake eyelashes. matte lipstick. regular lipstick. lip gloss. red lips. pink lips. dark lips. bronzer. highlighter. eyeshadow. neutral eyeshadow. smoky eyes. colorful eyeshadow. blush. lipliner. light contouring. heavy contouring. powder. matte foundation. shiny foundation. concealer. wears make up regularly. wears makeup from time to time. never wears make-up.

SCENT      //      floral. fruity. perfumes. aftershave. cocoa. moisturizer. natural soap. shampoo. cigarettes. leather. sweat. food. incense. marijuana. cheap deodorant. cologne. whiskey. wine. fried food. blood. fire. metal. rain. grass. ocean. autumn leaves. baked bread. freshly baked cookies. smoke. campfire. lavender.trees. pumpkin pie. musk. rose. gingerbread. peppermint. oak. honey. lemon. vanilla. coffee. mint. raw hide. chemicals.

CLOTHES       //       jeans. tight pants. overknee socks. tights. leggings. yoga pants. pencil skirt. tight skirt. loose skirt. tight /formfitting dress. cardigans. blouse. button up shirt. band t-shirt. sports t-shirt. sweatpants. tanktop. cut off t-shirt. designer. high street. online stores. thrift. lingerie. long skirt. miniskirt. maxidress. sun dress. tie. tuxedo. cocktail dress. highslit dress/skirt. t-shirt. loose clothing. tight clothing. jean shorts. sweater. sweater vest. khaki pants. suit. hoodie. harem pants. basketball shorts. boxers. briefs. thong. hotpants. hipster panties. bra. sports bra. crop top. corset. ballerina skirt. leotard. polka dot. stripes. glitter. silk. lace. leather. velvet. chemise. patterns. florals. neon colors. pastels. plaid. black. dark colors. fur. faux fur.

SHOES        //        sneakers. slip-ons. flats. slippers. sandals. high heels. kitten heels. ankle boots.combat boots. boots. cowboy boots. knee-high. platforms. stripper heels. bare feet. loafers.

[diiabolvsa]

' there is good in everyone , all you have to do is look . '

//  @mshiach  

        “given all you’ve told me about the world that got erased– it’s a little hard to believe.”  bitterness BLOOMS in your soul and the watery laughter is cracked with it, spilling out of you and reaching out for anything it can get to. “how can EVERYONE have good in them? the people that used me– the people that supported my actions, prompted them– the people that HURT ME and came back to kill me? how can there be good in them?”   

  breath catches or whatever resides in the lungs of a ghost at least– and eyes CLOUD as they so often do ever since you clawed your way into this house and she left you alone with ghosts that refuse to talk to you. a sadness so deep clings to you and for once, the anger is subdued, is only embers as the open chasm within your chest takes hold, stutters breathing and causes body to tremble.  hands shake as you lean forward, run them through your hair and lean upon them as you clench eyes tight– WAVES of pain roll through. 

  “WHY should i believe in the good of people when clearly NOBODY believed in me?” voice SCREAMS out and glass of windows shake in their panes but you know your power is muted, is a captive to these walls, will never hurt another again. your frustration is to stay locked away in here forever, wounds never to be healed and paid for.   

      gaze lifts and glazed eyes seek out his and not for the first time you wonder, but for the first time you voice the thought– “why didn’t you believe in me? you say you cared for me, that we had something special but– you didn’t save me. or is it because your words are just that. words. empty. lies. you don’t believe there was good in me, so i didn’t warrant saving?”