&& he shed his human skin to ascend to the heavens

PRIVATE CYRUS ROLEPLAY / DRABBLE BLOG. Will only thread with a select few people.

[themindfulmuslims]

I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the Big Bang.’ The sun said, ‘It hurts to become.’

Andrea Gibson (via themindfulmuslim)

[exahele]

Eden with her bruised mouth. Eden with her firefly heart. When she loved, she left no survivors. Sometimes, if you listen hard enough, you can hear all the ones before you howling into the night.

Shelby Asquith, Eden’s Warzone Heart (via exahele)

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Mary, did you know that your baby boy is Lord of all creation?

Mary, did you know that your baby boy would one day rule the nations?

Did you know that your baby boy is heaven’s perfect Lamb?

That sleeping child you’re holding is the great I Am.

[openlylesbian-deactivated201709]

Holiness is burnt in the back of your throat, so when the ashes spill forth from your lips, don’t you ever call it anything but the highest of all worship.

excerpt from how to love a god // h.y.k (via sekmets)

[saint-lilium]

Heaven wasn’t made for me

Brian Hugh Warner (via my-scabbed-wings)

[suntainted-blog]

I thought of angels choking on their halos; get them drunk on rose water. See how dirty I can get them, pulling out their fragile teeth and clip their tiny wings.

          If white was the color of the innocent, then the darkest shade of black would be the most fitting for a sinner such as him. Seeing such naive purity within someone only inflamed the itch on his back, heightening the urge to corrupt such a child. Her eyes filled with wonder would be gouged until it was made hollow for her to see the reality of the world that’s filled with cold cruelty. And it’ll be none other than him who would hold the chisel, sculpting the girl into his ideal view of perfection.

          But that was a lie. It was never his plan to help (·or at least, not anymore ). She was his foil-- an entity who defied and contradicted his goals by merely existing despite the few similarities the two shared. Like an unmovable stain on a white shirt, he’ll be the one to ruin her; similar to a disease it will spread until it engulfs her entire being. Because even when he was to succeed and remake the universe, the space surrounding them will never be large enough for two galaxies such as them. Their fate was to collide and clash against each other. Coexistence was no longer deemed as a possibility.·

[akaixtsuki]

Even monsters need someone at their side.

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[suntainted-blog]

he used to be a religious man-- no, boy, would be the more accurate term to use here. he was a child who sought for salvation no matter what form it came in; desperation to find a sanctuary from a household of abuse and neglect had caused him to pray upward to a higher being. but god had never answered his wishes, nor any of the poor or downtrodden. so near the end of his early adulthood, he turned away from his faith and learned that the only who can save his own soul (·and that of others )·is himself. reliance and dependency were for those with a weak heart after all.·

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youreyesarelikestarlightnow:

there are demons inside of me and i wonder if they’ll win one day

[suntainted-blog]

Would anyone be interested in an open group AU? I don’t mean an actual roleplay group, but a verse that people would join/add to their own existing blog and interact with other people who are in it as well. The idea is based on the game Katamari Forever, and I only have some vague ideas for the setting/plot so far but ( and roles will be bolded ):

There is a group of star catchers who are a band of thieves that sets out to steal all the stars and light in the universe. Something goes terribly wrong however and all the stars end up getting destroyed. The King of the Cosmos orders the royal family ( called the constellations or collectors ) to gather enough source materials to rebuild and create new stars after their previous destruction. The particular material they need happens to be the soul of humans, and a large amount of quantity is needed for one star to be made. 

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smallestrella ;

        No one would ever believe that he was once a man before when he was cursed to take the form of a vile beast. The shrill of the enchantress’ voice still rang through his ears. Those words she spoke before casting the spell was something he’ll never forget, nor any of the details of that night-- from the cold drop in the atmosphere and the sting of the rain that fell on his skin as though it was acid. 

        Unless the empty container he held called a heart were to be filled with an antidote by the name of love, then his body will act as a mirror, reflecting the ugliness that is inside through a monstrous appearance. The wicked witch’s curse did not end there, she was still consumed with wrath by the mistreatment that Cyrus had gave her. A time limit was placed on his mortal life. Like an hourglass whose sand fell and the ticking of a detonator, she had ‘gifted’ him with a beautiful garden of roses. The flowers, filled with the toxicity of black magic, bloomed in an instant as its thorns grew in size-- large enough to ensnare his castle, its spikes crushing into the marble stones with ease. He only had until the last petal fell on the last withered rose to understand what love is.

        But the fool was not to be him, but the witch instead for he already knew the answer to lift the curse without having to rely on something disgusting as love. He was well aware of a princess from a far-off kingdom whose heart was said to be made of white purity and gold, enough to even have calmed the angered gods themselves with grace. All he had to do was lure such a girl to his clutches, tightening his hold onto her so the only way she’ll leave is when she finishes the job that was to be tasked. If the rumors were correct and her heart was truly pure as it was said to be, then her presence among the roses should be enough to smother away and drain ever last drop of black magic from it.

          And he did not waste any time to put this plan into motion. Kidnapping the girl was a simple task, and subduing her into submission to tend to the roses every day from the break of dawn until dusk was the same. His plan seemed to be perfect, and yet it had been days since her capture and no results seemed to have been made. Angered by the lack of progress, the beast stormed through the castle’s halls ( that was in a state of complete desolation from lack of care or management ) until he opened the doors that led to the garden.

           “I have put a great amount of trust in you, Dawn--” He stopped. That name was no longer his to call after abandoning the mother who was pregnant with her as a fetus, “...no, princess.” A careful correction before continuing, “How many roses have died since I’ve taken you in due to your carelessness? Why is it that you can’t do a simple job such as this?”

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avxritiae​ ;

        Cyrus had lost count of how long he had spent in the Distortion World, a place the defied every logic that he had come to learn in the previous world. When he had returned ( rescued by the wretched girl, of all people, who had stopped his plans and was the cause of his sentence to damnation ), he questioned if he had came back to the right world. Despite the horrors that he had committed, the former cult leader was given the privilege of going through court to plead innocence or be judged as guilty. Yet that was not the most ridiculous nonsense that he had come upon since his return.

          The overseer who presided over his particular trial had an enticing rumor surrounding him, one in which Cyrus found out to be true upon confrontation. It was as though the entire universe had flipped over since his leave to have a judge who accepted bribes from criminals in exchange for their freedom. But, then again, the corruption of the human heart and their morality was something he had always been well aware of. It simply amused him that those immoral actions had yet to be caught.

          “And just how much is your asking price?”

[suntainted-blog]

If I fight I'll fight for faith, and if I cry I'll cry your name. [...] If indeed this is my time, I'll mourn the ones I'll leave behind. Our final hours-- only You will know, but everyone must go. So I will love with all my heart, and praise Your name until I depart. Who knows when they'll toll the bells.

Toll The Bells by Tim Be Told

[suntainted-blog]

A god of many levels; ascending to the planets himself; only to be stopped by a star in the sky.

Anonymously put a prophecy about my character in my ask box

         There was a certain sense of irony in being told these set of words by the creator of the universe itself. Granted, this fact remained unknown to the child– the god was cleverly hidden in a mask of human skin after all. “I don’t understand.” was the words that first came into thought. A god was supposed to have unparalleled power hence the lack of logic in the following statement of him being stopped by a mere star that’s doomed for destruction in a matter of years. 

         “Is this your way of trying to make me feel better?” He scoffed at that thought, “I told you that I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

          And so Arceus’ prophetic words were dismissed, only to resurface back into Cyrus’ mind upon his adulthood. But for now, those words was simply a stale joke with no punchline. How is it possible for a son whose neglected by his own parents turn into a deity worshiped and loved by all? And what was the point of going down that holy path if the results would simply add into another failure in his life?

[mermaidyke]

please god, be kind to me. this skin is tainted by wasted days, this youth is stolen by aching bones. please god, i am too young to have these scars.

please god

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