Heaven's Flame

"He shall giveth His Archangel of Holy Flame charge over thee, to forever keep thee in all thy righteous ways." indie, 21+, selective, est 2016, loved by mew.

[maelpereji]

maelpereji​:

welcome! if you are here looking for fanfic &/or ship content, here’s the link to my A03.

this is a canon divergent indie RP blog (established 2016) for the Archangel Michael from CW’s Supernatural. please refer to the link below for general info about this blog, my muse, guidelines etc, & do not hesitate to get in touch OOC or IC! ◕ ‿ ◕

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[rpmusings-galore]

The  lies  we tell other people are 

                      NOTHING                            compared to the  lies  we tell   

                                                        OURSELVES.

[rpmusings-galore]

                                     it’s all my fault. 

                                                        always has been. 

                                                               always will be. 

[rpmusings-galore]

                                                        i am ready to be  d o n e. 

[rpmusings-galore]

                                       my scars are a CONSTELLATION, 

                                        the   (( cosmos ))   across  my skin. 

                           They prove I have the strength of blazing stars, 

                                                even on the coldest night

[rpmusings-galore]

                      broken hymns  &&  stilted prayers

                                      are all i have left in this 

                                                     crumbled temple 

[random-bookquotes]

“The wind of change comes with great distress. It pulls balance like a stained sheet, and casts the weak into an abyss so dark it swallows all happiness, and drags the unwary farther, to where only pain and anguish exists. O’ how they call for the end!”

— Sean Hall, Goblin Apocalypse: Armageddon of the Greenskins

[random-bookquotes]

“Heroes die doing one brave thing, even if they fail at it,” Gary pleaded. “Legends live. Don’t be the brittle blade that shatters on an enemy’s shield. Live to be the tempered, engraved, enchanted weapon of mass destruction that cuts that shield in half like parchment to deliver justice.”

Xavier P. Hunter, Homebrew (Metagamer Chronicles, #1)

[maelpereji]

“𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒜𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 𝑀𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑒, 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈.”

.ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴀᴛꜱ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜱᴇᴇ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ ᴘʀɪᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ &/ᴏʀ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ

[maelpereji]

anyway, i think it’s criminal that Michael is not defined by his moral compass and conviction to always do the right thing, but is instead held prisoner to his daddy issues by literally everyone he speaks to in the show.

[lynaixgia-deactivated20181101]

Who am I kidding. I wanna be in love. I wanna be loved. I wanna be trusted and cared about.

[saveyourblood]

Some completely random (but necessary) gifs of Alec Lightwood (6/∞)

[viridites-blog]

the humans believe we are beautiful, flawless and unmarked by scars or dips in smooth marble flesh. they believe we are made in their image, that our eyes are in two and our arms open wide and welcoming. i never heard Father call them foolish— but he must have known.

we watched, silent. we melded in when asked to and left when demanded. our curiousities kept locked away, Father’s hand always gripping circular halos.

the humans do not know of our eyes, our wings, our legs and bodies— our lack thereof. they do not know we walk amongst them now, we touch them now, we judge them now. on earth as it was in heaven, our Father omniscient. casting some of us out, sending some to Lucifer— dear brother, Lucifer —and the domain that burns and howls with woe and rage.

[herhighnessrps]

“His hands were created to be cold and destructive; to be deadly towards whatever stopped him from accomplishing his mission. And yet, when they rest upon you, they’re warm and sentient”

— Yesterday’s Wake (a Detroit Become Human fanfic)

[mattdaddario-online]

“I figured that Scooter would be this guy from the Midwest who came out to LA. And he’d watch a lot of films. So I watched a lot of the films he watched, from the ‘40s and ‘50s, the Arsenic and Old Lace types. I tried to copy Cary Grant’s character a little bit with the voice. He talks in this way that isn’t a real way of speaking, and I figured Scooter would have that otherwise he’d sound like he was from the Midwest. And I have him behaving like a 13 year old, someone who’s constantly encountering somebody that asks him to do something and he just doesn’t understand what the heck they’re asking. It’s 13 going on 30.” (Full interview)

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947.

[maelpereji]

“Guess what,” he mutters and leans over the table. Cheekily, Dean grins and closes the book in Michael’s lap.

Of course Michael frowns. But even cut off mid-sentence, glancing up to see that look on Dean's face, he falters - it's not always easy to be angry with Dean, even if it is Michael's favourite hobby.

He tilts his head, non-committal and patient (for now), but turns the palm of his hand over to face the ceiling in a wordless human gesture: what did you do that for?

The urge to flip the heavy volume in his lap back open with thought alone occurs, but instead, Michael rests his hand atop the cover and regards Dean evenly, brows raised.

"What? Reading time is over already?"