#corpael

[atlantyrant-blog]

❝     HOW     DOES     IT     FEEL                               THEY     SPIT     YOU     OUT     &     THERE     YOU     GO     CRAWLING     BACK     TO     THEM     .     IN     ATLANTIS,     YOU     WILL     NEVER     FEEL     THAT     KIND     OF     ISOLATION     .     ❞    

                          . :･ ψ @corpael​

[naayaaab]

She smiles, her hands perfectly held in his. She stands upon her toes to capture a brief kiss, "Good morning, my love."

⟡.  ________________ .      THERE IS A CURRENT OF RED’S ‘ PRESSING UPON HIM    _________________   mistress of death is              WARMTH    & .       holding him in the pockets of her hand binding her name into the deepest seams of  who he is .           he is undressed by the kiss ,   made more  knowledgeable of                THAUMATURGY               beyond his own understanding.          ❛    `-     𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 .    ❜    there is a  soft chuckle laid out  between them .               an expression  not often  dispalyed.   he is owned and he is made different by her and so he  brings her hands to his mouth                          KISSING        each  before resting  them across  his heart.      ❛    `-   𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 , 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.  .    ❜   he  tilts  her face toward his  and      MARVELS        at the greatness of her. 

                                                               ↱   * @corpael​

[jedimartyr]

𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬    𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰    𝐡𝐨𝐰    𝐭𝐨    𝐛𝐞    𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥    &    𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡              whelped by the vastness of an eternity                   (    i was made to understand it  ,    to crack open my chest    &    let in the light so that it could bleed from my pores     )                    the endlessness we carry within ourselves stretches out beyond our fingertips  ,    something created beyond comprehension  .     it speaks in whispers  ,    𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆    /     it is bright    &    it is kind  .                    (    all the things i have seen  ,    and yet i still hold true to the shivering hope that flutters in my hands like a bird  .    how fragile  ,    how true  ,    how tender it feels stitching itself into my skin    )                    THE UNIMAGINABLE BRIGHTNESS YOU HOLD INSIDE                   𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬                    spirit yields     &     bends  ,    but refuses to break    /     despite the horrible trembling  ,    the light reaches out still  .                    ❛    i imagine that you’re here for me  .    ❜                    tone is dulcet  ,    tucked between his cheek  ----    a saddened playfulness  ,    a softness sodden    &    waterlogged  .    reeds in his lungs  ,    foreign sands a silent memory that plucks away at his heart strings  .    obi wan’s head dips slightly     /     as if bowed  ,    𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏  .                     ❛    there is a look in your eyes  ----    though somehow i can’t fathom why you’d be looking for me  .    ❜   

@corpael​    liked    for    a    starter   !

[naayaaab]

I want to know how weavers were made and if they have another species that are sort of like their rivals or enemies??

⟡.  ________________ .       WHERE AS HUMANS WERE CRAFTED OF CLAY ‘ JINN OF FIRE AND PARI OF AIR ‘ THE WEAVERS ARE OF WATER    ________________ .     the weavers are fluid based creatures. they start off as shapeless, sometimes mucous based,  running as  the currents of heaven  until they are blessed by allah and put into a more physical body by way of sculpting by the infirmary.  there physical bodies are formed with the attention of softness but also sharpness . where human’s in my canon   are formed on potters wheel, the wavers are dipped into and the person who makes them leaves a bit of their heavenliness within  them as they are considered close to god and its like a direct connection to god.  they  are then threaded with the attributes of oceans and rivers   they are made to be tempests and storms but also baptisms and cleansing.  where as mankind on earth  is born to two parents weaver’s usually stem from a main body or ruler ( as larger bodies of waters  into smaller bodies of water and cycle in out.) they can have parents in the usual sense but they are a part of the mother or father as the ruler is known and can be taken back into them if they have the power to do so.    weavers are created from the darkness of depth and do tend to split and reform better then other creatures. 

currently they hate the humans more than anything, they don’t want to be second fiddle to creatures that throw allah’s name to muck and never consider a word he says accurately in their opinion. they find humans soft and weak with blood crazed ideas of power and use and they would kill them all if they could.  but in truth the don’t really get a long with anyone, they are overly obsessed with allah and the archangels wanting to be more the latter and have the love of the former to themselves, they tend to argue with the jinn and pari’s just as much and they think personifications should live their lives as dogs and objects for them and the others. so ya before their scattering they became assholes, after the scattering and  with the mixblood hamza was born into there might be some changes if he isn’t swallowed whole.

                                                                               ↱   *    @corpael

[awf1]

               @corpael​        :        ACCEPTING  .           ​❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❛❛          mm        ––––––         𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃        𝙸𝚃        𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃     !           ❜❜               preening    ,           terribly     ,           awfully     proud            :          parading     sin     from     the     grips     of     the     girl’s      fingers     ,             pleasures     of     the     flesh      in     a     SLOW     SATIN      TWIRL     amidst     strut    .               black     fabric      molds      to     skin     ,               𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌      𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆        &        𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆     ,           but     ‘neath     torn     fishnets     ,            it     begs     for    a     matching      shoe     .                 ❛❛           well     ,              what     do     you     think    ?          ❜❜              two     choices     gestured     to    ,             sweeping     grandiosity     ,             ❛❛           𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨      𝙤𝙧      𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨     ?           ❜❜