Preacher's ooc

Blog for my poems, random thoughts and writing. Links to the side lead to various blogs for Characters and Ocs.

[preachersooc]

I'm currently driving 16 hours solo from where I live to Florida. Many of you have never seen me nor have heard my voice but I thought it'd be amusing to share the pain of his journey with yall. Enjoy the continuing journey into madness.

And since tumblr will only allow me to post one video per post, enjoy the spam until all of them are out. Don't blame me, blame tumblr.

[000l]

[shrewreadings]

like to charge, reblog to cast.

[butmyloveyouhavewings]

[apolladay]

Do you consider your first name unique?

yes

no

nuance

Voting ended onMar 15

[alxnxllix]

Reblog if you're grateful for your internet friends

[preachersooc]

We just lost the legendary Ozzy himself.. And on the flip side of music, someone damn near as legendary in his genre..

Chuck Mangione; a jazz trumpeter you don't the name of, but have heard at least one of his songs -everywhere-, passed away today as well. Two icons of music.

RIP Chuck Mangione

[preachersooc]

You were one of the first rock/metal Singers I was ever introduced to as a kid.

I fell in love with your Paranoia, lost my mind on a Crazy Train; told Mama, I'm Coming Home late to the ramblings of Mr. Crowley. You taught me and said to Let You Hear me Scream while the dogs Barked at the Moon.

You were one of the few memories of my biological father I cherished and now, you're gone.

See you on the other side, Ozzy.

[preachersooc]

Nightreign

I have a new obsession in this game. Its effectively made me better at base Elden Ring. I'm starting to get gud? Maybe?

[more-oc-questions]

I'm curious--how do you guys go about creating your OCs?

[icealeen]

[wraheathcliff]

I take no responsibility for Heathcliff, talk to my lawyer(s) or leave a message with my eldest cat.

[preachersooc]

Typically a fever dream comes from my meds after my brain saw something that it hyperfixated on before attempting to make it its own version of things.

[preachersooc]

Sleep Token - Caramel

Sometimes we forget that for all the beauty they bring us, their lives aren't without their sorrows

[astralfox0893]

After revealing a character concept to some friends I have been poked mercilessly...@nyyght, @duraxxor, I blame you for this nonsense. So without further ado...I guess I'll have to unveil Simmy's creator, Naravesh Ere'thir.

Blood Prince Naravesh Ere'thir

A former San’layn Blood Prince who was responsible for some of the Scourge’s most brilliant and horrific constructs, Naravesh Ere’thir spent

Tread carefully. He will be a secondary character from now on, with his own little AUs going on in the background.

[thememedaddy]

[preachersooc]

I can say this happens to me a lot cos typically I'm thinking of about a hundred different things and your question forcibly entered my mind queue, disrupting the natural flow of my mind and forcing a reset to fully compute what happened before returning to a natural state of flow where you question is registered and forthwith, answered in possibly irritated tones.

[preachersooc]

[fyeahrpmemes-blog]

Reblog if your rp partners (and followers) are great writers and you love each and every one of their portrayals!

[recurringwriter]

WHOA!!!!! i love my friends' ocs

[abtl]

Reblog to let your friends know you love their ocs

[shatteredsaviour]

Fallen

(( Ambience))

“Measure my crimes against what mankind does to itself, and I am a saint.”

-Dr. Doom

(( A fair warning, dear reader: below this read more, and in future writings, touches on topics that could be triggering. Reader Discretion is advised. Possible triggering: Murder, torture, abuse( Non-sexual/mentions of possible sexual), blood and the like.))

" Please... Please, you don't have to do this."

He had been here for...days, weeks? It was hard to tell the time when the sun didn't shine this deep, and didn't attempt to bring salvation to those lost so far from home.

" There's a saying I heard once, it goes something like: ' The greatest horror released from Pandora's box was hope'. There's a beauty to that, you know? Hope is everything to someone that grasps tightly to the Light, feeds off the supposed Glory it offers."

No food, barely any water; his skin was pulled taut against his bones to the point one could almost see the veins gently pulsing in time with a fading heartbeat.

" Why are you doing this to me; I've done nothing wrong.."

A dark leather bound hand caressed the man's face softly, gentle fractals of light shining off a grasped blade; " Shh shh shh... I'm telling a story; it's rude to interrupt." Closed fist cracked against the man's jaw, his eyes fluttering wildly from the impact of his unknown assailant before the same hand gripped the man's hair to face him upward. " Do you know how many times I've heard those same -exact- words, hm? Do you? Course you wouldn't; when you serve the Light, all the sins you had to commit for that Light are forgiven and forgotten.."

The man barely could force a sharp inhale of breath into himself as the glistening blade was dragged across his chest, the sanguine release barely trickling from the open wound. " No no no, don't go to sleep yet; we aren't done with our confessional, Father."

A priest, that's who he was before: a man of the cloth, a servant of the Light and a shield for the weak. A sponge sopping with water and vinegar mixed was pressed to his lips, cascading more down his lips into the open fresh wound on his chest. There was something more in the mixture, something even more that caused the fresh wound to bubble and sizzle. " Please...Stop..."

" Stop...Please... You heard that many times before, haven't you Father? Stop the pain; please don't do this... How many, Father; how many more would've said those exact same words.."

There was a malice there, an underlying hatred that almost gave understanding to their actions.

" Heh... It's funny; when you're a Champion for the Light, you can get away with -anything- you want. No one will notice, you think, except all the other Champions of Light that knew about it. Hell, they even encouraged it. See that's the difference between us, Father..."

The figure leaned against the wall next to the strung up man, their gloved digits slowly walking up the man's torso. " See I was told what I was doing was for the mission of the Light, that it was the duty of a Hero of the Light. Do you know how upset I was when the things I was taught to do, the very things you are experiencing now, were later used against me as evidence of heresy against the Light? Of course you knew, Father!” The figure struck the man in the chest with the flat of their hand, offering a sarcastic sign of approval.” You're the one that had me do it all, only to cast me into shadows and death when I was no longer of use. " There was a long inhale of breath from the man's torturer as they pushed himself away from the wall; a raspy pull that sounded as wet and slick as the wound upon the priest’s chest. A sickening cough came from the figure's body with a shudder, causing Father Sanctus a moment of belief he could still save himself from his fate.

" Rastiel... It was a mistake.."

A grin appeared across the figure's face, as the focus of their actions turned from pleading for mercy toward asking for forgiveness. But the voice that replied wasn't the same, as if the figure was a completely different being.

Splorch...

" Oh Father.. Forgiveness is for those that still have hope. And one final question.... Who's Rastiel?"

Father Sanctus stared horrified at the question asked, a momentary release of a name from the past. Or perhaps, the name of a savior that he wished would save him from the hell he found himself in.

“ No one, it's no one..”

A single slice freed the tongue from Father Sanctus’ mouth, where it was promptly caught by an outstretched leather glove. The screams were the only truthful thing that came from the priest, a serenade to which the figure danced as they claimed a hatchet from a nearby table. A few swings were given to test its heft before the figure turned to face the bound man, who’s wailing was garbled by a river of blood.

The hatchet was raised upwards before colliding with ribs and sternum; crack, crack, crack!

The screams coming from Father Sanctus were reduced to a whisper, though you could almost hear the crying prayer for the Light to save him. With each swing of the hatchet, bone and skin were rent open until the cavity beyond was exposed; much like a reverse blood angel enacted by the Vrykul on their traitorous kin and enemies. Blood dripped down the figure's gloved hands, one raised toward their lips and pressed softly as muffled words were spoken.

“ Not only do you interrupt my story, you continue with your lies,” a momentary pause as the hatchet fell to the floor;” Rastiel isn't one of mine, are they? So many faces, so many names I can never seem to keep straight. Oh well; now where to hang our art?”

Three days later...

The Father's corpse was found crucified above the altar of his temple; chest splayed open with lit candles resting upon the tips of each rib , the word "Hope" written in blood below his feet. None claimed they knew of why this happened to the priest, where he had suddenly vanished to only be returned in a ghastly state.

But one person knew and this was just the beginning..

[preachersooc]

The American Health Industrial Complex is fucked and really needs to stop fucking me in the ass.