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Beloved, Loyal, Broken, Gentle. ♕ S E M I - H I A T U S [ tracking: stellalapsa ]

[stellalapsa]

  cries bcos of this account,   cries bcos i miss my bb luke,   cries because the semi - hiatus continues.

[stellalapsa]

Notice;;

So basically this is a notice to just say that I am putting Luke on hiatus -- I think it's pretty obvious and has been for a while that I have been losing him as a much. I am hoping, LIKE PRAYING he comes back because I love him. Anyway feel free to unfollow, I'm used to it. x

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                               Slowly she steps away from her brother, brows furrowing slightly. However she’s not planning to leave him here.

                  “Who says it’s weak to need help?” 

                                   Sometimes asking for help required strength. 

[stellalapsa]

❝ I--I do… ❞                       He's sick and tired of depending on others, to be fixed up by others and not himself. The angel needs his grace; it's part of him and it's missing -- making the angel boy ache, every second of every minute of every single painstakingly long day.                                                 ❝ I do.........m--me. ❞ 

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Having just reached 400 followers (which i'm extremely excited about since i doubted this blog would get to one hundred, never mind four hundred so eeeeeep! *happy dance*) i've decided to give something back to you, my lovely little elves followers as a thank you for putting up with me. You must be following me to be involved (i will be checking), and please don't follow me for the length of the giveaway and then unfollow me afterwards. That's just plain rude. All if involves is simply reblogging this post (no likes and only rp blogs please as the prizes are rp based) and then i will put all of the URL's of the people who have reblogged this into a generator and whoever it chooses randomly will be the winners.

The giveaway starts on the 5th of september and ends on the 13th of september.

4th Prize Gets: 4 gifs (example: x) or (depending on whether i can find HQ edits of your fc’s to make gifs from or not) two edits (examples: x x) of any faceclaim of their choice.

3rd Prize Gets: 6 gifs or three edits of any faceclaim of their choice and an edit based on their muses species/mental illness/character trait (their choice) (example: x).

2nd Prize Gets: 8 gifs or four edits of any faceclaim of their choice, a crackship edit for any relationship their muse has (their choice) (examples: x x) and an edit based on their muses species/mental illness/character trait (their choice).

1st Prize Gets: A link on my blog for a month, a mix based on their character, 10 gifs or five edits of any faceclaim of their choice, a crackship edit for any relationship their muse has (their choice) and a promo by myself which will consist of an edit of their muse (like the one above but instead of it having ‘requieminred’s 400 follower giveaway’ on it it’ll have your URL) and a paragraph of why i think you should be followed.

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                                    He likes to hear that laugh, because it’s a nice response to sarcasm. Lots of people just roll their eyes; or, so, from what Bune has seen, while observing his vessel’s activity; so it’s nice to be able to speak with someone who won’t actually do that. He appreciates it.

                           ”No, no of course not.             I don’t tend to hurt many people here nowadays. I don’t really like to do that.”

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         ❝ —Oh oh--- g--good, th--that's a relief. ❞        He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed to be fair, Bune could probably dig and prod at the angel, and he would just smile and nod; wanting to make friends, forever being the golden boy.                      A shaky hand extended, heavy blonde lashes lowering as his head bowed -- tawny wings vibrating against bruised and battered shoulder blades. ❝ --Th--that's n-nice, br--brother Lucifer should b--be proud...y--ou said y--you w-were friends? ❞ 

[eyesonfire--archive]

                      Now, April had no grace or wings. She was strong as fuck though, but that was for reasons we must not discuss. She can’t help but scoff before looking at him with a rather serious look. “Sure you can handle it, punk? Don’t puss out.”

[stellalapsa]

❝ I..I'm not en--entirely useless——❞ Her harsh tone was not appreciated, the angel had been nothing but polite with April -- so what right did she have to be such a sour bitch? Slowly, the angel rose, brushing off the debris which coated his jeans. ❝ I..w-wont p-p--puss out.❞

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          { Why? Because she may be one of Daddy’s favourites — his string of warriors, his first group of angels — but her existence meant no more to Him than avenging angels, guardians and so on. Therefore, why should she be pretentious? }

          { Besides, she’s no better than him, if anything she’s worse considering how she has been banished from Heaven, though she cannot be destroyed, nor can she have her wings ripped out. She’s too strong for that. Not to mention no one dared to do so — to taint one of Fathers archangels? Oh, imagine the catastrophe. }

           ”Ranks don’t mean anything to me, Lucas. I know who you are — you attempted to defy Father for Lucifer. It takes bravery to do such a thing, i admire you for it.”

[stellalapsa]

{ ;; ♕ —- Rapid blinking, he's quite stunned that Ariel had heard of him, after all -- the angel boy thought nothing of himself, only that he was a waste of space -- or skin and bone, his wings tarnished, his soul ruined. Father would never take him back now, not after everything he'd done -- not after all the lies and scandal. He was never going home.         Weak arms lay limp across the blondes shoulder, Luke's features once again scrunched; flesh ripping, blood dripping, shooting pains rippling through the angels body with each step. Where was his own grace when he needed it? Still in Heaven he presumed. Perhaps Father was keeping it back as punishment.                        "----....I--..I lo--love my b--brother, h--he didn't d--deserve s--such f-foul treatment. I--It was wr--wrong, a--and un--unnecessary, F--Father d--didn't even g--give him a ch-chance." 

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          Oh dear, the poor little thing. It almost makes the season want to weep, to see that he’s so broken. That an aura so pure, so lovely and full of heavenly grace, could be harmed in such a way. And the one who had the audacity, oh, if she ever met such a creature … 

        But this wasn’t about all of that, right now. It was about this little angel, who seemed so desolate and pained … such a vision reminded her of when she first came to a physical fruition, in a dank, dark cave, trapped and cut up by the harsh rock…

       Oh, she couldn’t possibly leave him alone now. She just couldn’t. And so a dainty hand is extended, and her gown becomes crinkled with the dropping of her knees, so that the ethereal being is level with him. Lip slightly trembling, words finally roll from her tongue. 

                             ❝ I couldn’t bare to do such a thing. I can — - I can make it better. Let me help you. P — … Please. ❞

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❝ —-… ❞ Serenity rolled off of the maiden, fiery locks warming the angel -- reminding him of home, of comfort; the good times, and sweet embraces. Strangely, the girl soothed Luke -- his strained expression fizzling, meek hues meeting her kind pair.                                                                      ❝ —B--but… ❞  Always one to think of himself as a bother, a burden -- a down right pain in the ass, Luke wished not to put the young woman out, even if he was very near death. The angel could feel it, his vessel was breaking at the seams -- and he couldn't even heal himself, he was, in his own words, pitiful.                                         ❝ —I d--don't de--serve y-your h-----help… ❞ 

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  "Oh, father, spare me! I didn’t mean to call that poor boy a dumb nut! But, father, no! Don’t hit me for it! But —” [ little asshole kansas. she pretends to be hit across the face, following it with a grimace and a roll of the eyes. ] “You think I care what’s nice and what’s not?” [ she crosses her arms. the empath is in a very bad mood today. don’t cross her. ]

[stellalapsa]

❝ —-… ❞ What a strange little girl, what was she -- an actress? A thespian?              He'd applaud, but Luke was far too drained, and believed she would not appreciate it. The girl would probably take it as sarcasm, when really -- Luke intended no malice, unlike her evidently. He was pure, innocent, naive.                       Squint, squint. ❝ —W--what's wr-wrong with y--you?… ❞ 

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             A chaste kiss is pressed to the top of the angel’s head, nestling against his hair as she held him tightly. Rocky hummed a quiet lullaby, allowing him to cry into her dress — Even if it was ruined, Grimm would understand. And if it didn’t, she would have to make him.

                 “Sh—Sh, Luke. Please, hush. You shouldn’t say such things.” Her palm slowly rubbed along his spine and his shoulders, a soft tune still muffled behind her pressed lips. “Just try to breath, Amor. Omne fore denique statim.”

[stellalapsa]

{ ;; ♕ —-      But he meant it, every single word -- the angel spoke only true words, no lies slipped from his tongue; as if the boys mouth would set on fire if he did. Luke's hands clawed at Rockys back, pulling himself closer to the girl, burying his face into the crook of her neck -- hiding away from reality, seeking refuge in her warm skin and soft scent.               "B--but--..." Oh, he's hiccuping now -- damp cheeks rubbing into the soft cotton of her dress. "I--I me--mean it! I..I d--do--! Th--they're aw-awful. Lu--Lucifer was r--right." Hush little lamb, Father could be listening -- and you don't want to get into trouble now do you?

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                   [ |☦|———— and even the soul moving past her doesn’t obscure this one’s Grace.

                 She knelt down, carefully keeping her hands away (coughing up blood is nothing new to her, but he already asked her to go) and meeting his eyes.

                                                      ❝Would you rather be helped?❞

                 It was worth trying, at least.

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❝ —-N--n--… ❞ Shaky hands try to swat the woman away, but blurred eyes make it impossible to aim -- and the angel ends up flailing.                                S i  l l y  little  ANGEL b o y.                                                                   ❝ —-P-please n--no more… ❞ 

[stellalapsa]

[ ooc: just wanted to let you two know i would write those starters for you as soon as i get home from work. ~ xxx ]

[ruhrend-deactivated20130923]

  ❝— I’m not leaving, cutie. ❞ 

          Looks like the boy has gotten Melanie’s attention, oh joy.

                       She's a masked devil.

                 ❝Now, what’s happened with you?❞

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❝ —-… ❞ Cutie, what was he a child?            The angel is scared, but also enraged -- not a good mixture.     ❝ —W--what d-does it l-look like? ❞ Cough, cough -- more blood, great.

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