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michael langdon + rejection | requested by anon
“That’s classified… also classified”
Michael Langdon ~ Requested by anon ~
Sign on the line Make a deal with the Devil Make a deal with the Devil in blood
Simon Curtis - Soul 4 Sale
Michael Langdon ‒ The Antichrist and A Fashion Icon
Cody Fern in The Tribes of Palos Verdes (2017)
‘ 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 ? ’
@diiabolvs
“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
vertigo taught our limbs this which is why FALL comes so much easier than CLIMB
@diiabolvs : @svpremc
❛ die again, fuck face !
❛ SATAN has one son, but my SISTERS are LEGION, motherfucker.
Cody Fern as Duncan Shepherd in House of Cards
‘ 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.”
' 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.”
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.
' 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?”