HOUSE OF GLASS.

[forcedmessiah-blog]

ironic how the one who doesn’t believe in anything becomes the hero. the chosen one. the messiah. the god. whatever it takes to be respected and admired. they will play any part deemed suitable, uncaring if it gives those who truly need a savior more empty / blind faith. everything to them is fake and nonexistent, their being itself was built upon lies, so whats wrong with adding more oil to an outrageous pyre ? ( independent original canon character. caution warning for frequent religious themes / imagery. written by sal. )

[mossssa]

another version

[forcedmessiah-blog]

( logs onto this blog five thousand years later cause y tf not. )

[traitorousmessiah-blog]

he who could have been GOD was gutted and damned by his makers, for no matter how HOLY they were, an undoubtedly human rebelliousness still resided within. and humanity has no need for a god who will not obey. ( independent original character of an original canon. private, selective & semi active. written by sal. )

[forcedmessiah-blog]

( ‘ sal, when r u gonna get back to this blog ??? ‘ when my favorite but otherwise bratty child decides to stop ignoring me. this is like a month late but anyways, yea, i’m putting this blog a hiatus until probably summer vacation or so. my spoons have been few in number when it’s come to a lot of things so i’ve been fairly sparse on a lot of my blogs. for now i can mostly be found on twitter. as for what blogs i have been on, gaia ofc, a petty and bitter saint who is actually occasionally mentioned in mary’s canon ( she’s just as bad as mary but at least her kindness isn’t all false…usually ), and one ( technically two ) trouble making but nervous af demi immortal who is often followed by a 6′8 monstrosity who is equally nervous. )

[forcedmessiah-blog]

( things i’ve been thinking of today: the amount of conflicting and foul feelings mary must’ve felt after having learned that the shadows, creatures who they’d been in charge of exterminating due to them being one of the few test subjects strong enough to kill them, were actually just former messiah children gone berserk. how they probably stayed locked in their bathroom for over an hour, constantly scrubbing at skin as they tried to get rid of all the blood on them. but all the blood was gone and the only thing that remained was a constant feeling of self hate and guilt that would never truly go away regardless of how many times they peeled away their own skin. also friendly reminder this occurred when they were just barely fifteen :^)))) )

[leafsea]

i just want to understand // 2.10.2017

[asoftwrongness]

#83

[drivesuggestion]

You never really had a childhood.

[delsinsfire]

Firekeeper Concept Art

[nct127dreamaboutu]

[coffee-and-quotes]

I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via coffee-and-quotes)

[dvoyd]

you’re a mess of good intentions gone wrong. you strike a match on yourself to keep others warm, and now the whole goddamn world’s on fire. you try to put it out, and you try so hard. the dam breaks, and the waters of your sorrow pour free. you are sorry; so very, very sorry— and you will drown everyone to prove it.

the hero who couldn’t save anyone | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[laughingundertheclouds]

[growling-suggestion]

Remember when you were a hero? Now your hands are covered in blood and your arms are scarred and your eyes are tired. Let yourself rest.

[forcedmessiah-blog]

sacrosanctbijou:

          Gabriel had been glad that he caught the other in time, even if it had nearly caused him to topple as well given that, by instinct, he’d nearly sought to catch them with currently hidden wings as opposed to readily available hands; but now said delicate hands sought to secure them where they stood, or merely bring the stranger to recline against him should they not openly protest —— anything, really, to keep them from toppling over onto the cold ground. ( not only was an unfitting place to rest, but the fall would likely be anything but gentle with the landing. the last thing Gabriel wanted to try and stomach is the sound of someone’s head connecting directly with cobblestone. ) 

          ❛ I-I was just passing by, ❜   —— cleaners, project members? No, he couldn’t ask about those things now, not when their health seemed to be much more crucial. ( not to mention: Gabriel didn’t do so well with strangers; it would not be long ‘fore anxiety begun to seize hold. )   ❛ A-are you alright…? I thought ——I thought you were going to fall… ❜

        " Yes. I believe so. " Slowly they would gently distance themself from the other, a hand raising to touch their head. Their mind and body had begun the healing process, any sign of grogginess or pain now quick to vanish. Yet his mind still hurt, sluggish perhaps from nearly falling faster than they'd have like, but they never made contact with the ground. Leaving them a bit perplexed as to why their head had such a dull but still painful ringing echoing within. " Why has that accursed ringing started now ? " Mary groaned silently to themself, face contorting into one of displeasure. Perhaps that fight from earlier had effected them in some way, leaving their powers jumbled and confused. Even so, they would look upon the other with a confused curiosity.

        " Why...Why are you here ? Most don't use these streets unless they've never been here or wish to visit the academy's church. If it's the latter, then it's best you come back another time, it's not...safe. " Shadows had been popping out of the woodwork for the past hour now, hence why Mary looked worse for wear.

[forcedmessiah-blog]

&& nightslay.

        " A witch huh ? You don't see many of those nowadays. " Or at least not here. Many beings belonging to the preternatural had either left or avoided most of humanity, some even going as far as to fleeing back to their original realms. As always mortals had a tendency to repeat history, and their violence to anything UNNATURAL or possibly UNHOLY had returned with a vengeance. And yet if you looked closely enough, you could still chance upon the victimized living under the masses noses, as always.