THY KINGDOM COME .

when you were little you liked to DREAM ABOUT MEETING AN ANGEL, their soft white tunic, their beautiful eyes, their molten gold halo. but he has wings made of barbed wire and a halo of blinding energy and his LIGHTNING - STRIKE VOICE makes cracks in your...

[sacrebat]

wht the fuck is up kyle rp comm

[sacrebat]

*cracks knuckles* im bringing this blog back cause i have MUSE! like hella. muse. i might start anew or just resume stuff here we’ll see. 

[sacrebat]

how do i still have followers on this piece of shit blog

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god i miss this piece of shit blog

[sacrebat]

001 : DIETARY HABITS

The Batter consumes meat, and can only consume meat, as it has the proper nutrients which provide the most sustenance for him and his capabilities, and it is the only ‘food’ that he consumes on his sacred mission. It is also the only food that is consumed in the odd worlds/zones, as stated by one of the Elsen. Throughout the game, we see him consuming meat or flesh by the following names/varieties : Silver flesh, Golden flesh, Moloch’s meat, Belial’s meat, and Abaddon’s meat. These particular types of meat either heal/cure The Batter and his party (meaning his Add - Ons), and therefore, he eats them sparingly, or when he really needs to. In his world, there are rivers of meat and pools filled with them, therefore it does not seem like there is a shortage of meat, however I headcanon that The Batter only eats the meat which will serve him in some way or form, as in, the meat that will help recuperate his lost HP/CP or cure him, and he’s selective over what he does eat, not picky, simply cautious. I do like the idea of Batter, once entering foreign worlds, eating other types of meat since the other types from his world will not be readily available for him. As for any other type of food, he won’t venture to try it, as he knows that his body will not tolerate or use it for anything beneficial.

On another note, given that The Batter is not human, he will eat whatever meat is at his disposition, and will provide the most sustenance, whether raw or cooked. The Batter only ‘hungers’ when his health or competence points are low, and not simply out of an ‘empty stomach’, since his physiology is not human. 

The meat he stores with him from his world is wrapped neatly in plastic, and only unwrapped when he needs to eat it, and when he does, he uses his hands, and eats the slab of meat either whole, or after chewing it for some time. The Batter does not care whether he is observed or gaped at while he is eating, however he does not particularly prefer it/depending on the circumstances he may or may not be irritated. He does not derive much pleasure from eating, but simply sees it as a necessary habit for him to function at his best.

A small note : The Batter abhors sugar, or anything with the ingredient sugar, since it was that ingredient which corrupted the citizens back in his world. Therefore, even the smell of sugar will produce a violent response from him. He will assume anyone consuming sugar to be corrupt, or to be in danger or corruption. Anyone offering him sugar will be treated the same way. Under no circumstances will The Batter willingly consume sugar.  

[pineboi]

[sacrebat]

dippinsause .

STRIKEOUT.   /   OLD   MYSTICS   AND   ANCIENT   SCRIPTURES   HAD   NOTHING   ON   YOU   /   DOCTRINES   ON   ALL   HALLOWS   EVE   GAVE   YOU   THE   WRONG   NAME.   /    WARNING   :   SOMETHING   IS   BAD   HERE.   SOMETHING   IS   ROTTING ,   ROTTEN ,   HALF - DEAD.   /    THEY   SHOULD’VE   RUN   AWAY   SCARED ,   SHOULD’VE   CALLED   YOU   SACRED.

[sacrebat]

PLAYER ID : SECONDGUARDIIAN .

                             @sacrebat // starter call [x]

      “Are we not guilty of the same sin, Wretched Purifier?” Feathers ruffled, sparks flickered to life from the guardian’s angered exhalations. “You and I both seek to correct an erroneous existence.” Lowering his head, the Phoenix glared at the humanoid, the smell of Smoke on his breath as his irritation flared. “…Even if it requires that we destroy our very CHILDREN in the process.” For the briefest of moments, Japhet’s voice wavered- sorrow, no doubt.

     “And yet you accuse only I of being the sinner between us.”

“   WORD   OF   THY   WICKEDNESS   hath fallen, and sown its impurity on this land you call your dominion. Do you not recognize your own entrails of lies, o wretched Guardian ?   ”  Divine instigation prickles his holy aura, entombs his form, giving  rise  /  rise  /  rise  to his two Add - Ons, glowing entities who beseeched their holy herald’s word.  “   Enlighten me, who did give rise to the evil I set out to purge ?   ”   Smoke filtered through his senses, nostrils flared at the stench, eyes never a more vivid vermilion as they challenged, inflicted a mirror of writhing wrath.   “   I SEEK THE UNHOLY , THE GUILTY . . .   ”

[kbearart]

[sacrebat]

kbearart:

Drawing The Batter in Mortis Ghost’s crazy surreal style is fun

[leaf-submas]

[sacrebat]

leaf-submas:

I drew this by my left hand because I’m crazy 

[sacrebat]

BOLD ANY WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT THEY LIKE.

FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THE LIST.

fire. ice. water. air. claws. fangs. wings. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses.metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. lace. silk. cotton. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. silver. steel. sugar. salt. lavender. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. bruise. scar. laceration. brand. burn. wind. spices. light. dark. paint. charcoal. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candle. torch. sword. dagger. arrow. hammer. bat. shield. spikes. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. herbs. waves. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. marble. fruit. meat. poison. medicine. snake. bird .clock. shell. leather. chain. ribbon. tie. hat. heart. spade. map. boot. love. loss. healer. killer. liar.

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[pineboi]

STRIKEOUT.   /   OLD   MYSTICS   AND   ANCIENT   SCRIPTURES   HAD   NOTHING   ON   YOU   /   DOCTRINES   ON   ALL   HALLOWS   EVE   GAVE   YOU   THE   WRONG   NAME.   /    WARNING   :   SOMETHING   IS   BAD   HERE.   SOMETHING   IS   ROTTING ,   ROTTEN ,   HALF - DEAD.   /    THEY   SHOULD’VE   RUN   AWAY   SCARED ,   SHOULD’VE   CALLED   YOU   SACRED.

[lifeinpoetry]

In me, every impurity is holy.

Amrita C., from “Matangi,” Incarnate  (via ovalbound)

[polturn]

im trying to get out of an art funk and off doodles are seeming to help. (i have that helmet irl i found it in a dumpster)

[rumminov]

million things i should be doing and this was not one of them

[sacrebat]

❛ You consider me a murderer? ❜

RAPT   VERMILION   IRISES ,  discerningly attentive, shifted their gaze from the dark, clear pane of the window, to the human seated by the desk. The entire movement of swan - white neck and eyes swift ; like a switchblade. Perfunctory. His query is immediately broken down, molecular, within the labyrinth of The Batter’s mind, perfectly level, concisely logical. Seconds, it would take, and within the span of those seconds, stretched to encompass an eternity, the purifier imposed his holier - than - thou, wrathful gaze – unto Kira. The savior perceived him in terms of how he wanted to, like a  mosaic  /  kaleidoscope  /  puzzle he could shift around with his own words, his own prayers, his own sermon. Because within the stained glass, within the pieces of ink - adorned pages, beyond all the blame, there was divine justice in his hand. This mortal understood, justice was never benign, but always divine. 

Who better to comprehend the concept than The Batter, who better to condone, and practice what he himself preached ? Demented, seraphical being, he remained eerily silent, the tension charged with his aura. Light was worthy of no such title ; murderers were impure, and HE, robed in justice’s cloak, was no murderer if his will, his intention, was holy. HE, was no murderer if the people he sentenced in ebony ink were impure. HE, was no murderer if he only wished for a better world : a dawn reborn.   “            YOUR METHODS ARE COWARDLY. But you are unfit for such a title, I myself would eliminate you if you were.   ”

CLOUD ATLAS   /   ACCEPTING   /   @justiitio

[angelmonstrosity]

angels whose blood is silver and black because they were not pure enough to bleed gold

[mameo-kun]

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