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[blackregulus]

can i have prongsfoots please?

yes!! i’ll send you the invite link asap

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[derrickperegrine]

what the hell it sounds cool: sorry daddy i've been bad 😌😌

hey ann rei!! thanks

circle of hell: first (limbo) | second (lust) | third (gluttony) | fourth (greed) | fifth (wrath) | sixth (heresy) | seventh (violence) | eighth (deception) | ninth (treachery)rank: first hierarchy | second hierarchy | third hierarchy | nobilityrealm: empyreal | aerial | subterranean | lucifugous | aqueous | terreneemblem: forked roadcharacter sketch: if someone asked you to choose between killing your friend and saving the world, what would you choose? brutus chose to kill julius caesar. historians say that that was the correct choice. you chose to kill your friend as well. however, you were branded a traitor and banished from heaven. ‘it’s better not to choose,’ they told you, but how could you not! you’d doom everyone. as a throne, an angel of will and justice, you were supposed to make these sort of decisions. you appealed to the mercy of heaven, but they told you that mercy would not be given to kin-killers. ‘you could have arrested her instead,’ they said, ‘you didn’t need to kill her in cold blood.’ but how do you capture a being of light and spirit? you can only eclipse it with darkness. but do the self-righteous ever listen to the pleads of the well-meaningly guilty? they abandoned you at the front steps of heaven, and shut the gates behind you. you were forced to become a rogue, roaming the skies in some excuse for a life. you’ve become the patron demon of those stuck between two difficult choices. you urge them to make the better choice, but it’s not always the best outcome for them personally. sometimes we have to do terrible things in order to achieve greater good. unfortunately, for each sin a price must be paid in souls, and those with golden hearts but black hands will inevitably damn themselves. there are those who wouldn’t sacrifice their souls, however, but it’s your job to convince them otherwise. not that you particularly want their souls, but you just can’t watch them make the wrong choice … old habits die hardpatrons: forneus, marbasrivals: samael, zadkielsong: atlantis, seafret

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[annbeth]

☀+ exaltation (cause its a pretty word) for the one word moodboard, if you're still doing them :)) tyyy :) :)

i am indeed and yes it’s such a nice word! here u go <3

[annbeth]

one word moodboard → E X A L T A T I O N for @pdfcct

/ɛɡzɔːlˈteɪʃ(ə)n,ɛkszɔːlˈteɪʃ(ə)n/ noun a feeling or state of extreme happiness.

[arimendoza]

first year: tentative glances, shy smiles. robes that are slightly too big,  scars as prominent as the quiet laughter in his eyes. four boys, one compartment, their words drowned out by  the whistle of the train, the squeaking wheels of a trolley. friendship, real and fierce. 

second year:  full moons, half-hearted lies, pranks and hexes and youthful folly blossom into questions without answers, climax into a revelation. he prepares for the inevitable, feels his scars burn, lets the ashes of his secret spill from him in shame. but the blow never came. third year: usual shenanigans and stolen glances, warm bodies next to him now on his infirmary bed, soothing words recited into his hair like a mantra.  but now he finds himself with a bias on whose body is directly next to his, whose warmth he wants to feel, mantras he wants to etch into his being. he did not know whether the feeling, should elate or unnerve. 

fourth year: a wanted, constant presence.  a yearning. he feels it in his bones now, striking him with every laugh and smile and everything in between. it was somewhere around this time when he found himself falling in love.

fifth year:  he hides his secret with all his might, keeps it in the back of his mind, fights off the flush in his expression, the flutter in his chest. here, he is no longer alone during his runs,  finds himself happier than he’s been in years. he stays in this bubble, relishes the feeling. a year of maps and celebration and what should have been confession. instead he finds it tainted with betrayal.

sixth year:  a time of runaways and broken friendships. most importantly, a season of forgiveness. but the forgiveness, like broken friendships and unlike the path of runaways,  is quiet.  it starts with willingly returned glances, the brushing of pinkies and shoulders the occasional dialogue, and ends with  tears, an overwhelming feeling of relief, is sealed with a kiss. 

seventh year: laughter and love and friendship all around him, promise after promise unfolding. he prays to the gods, to anyone listening in the skies or the ground or the droplets of rain, that if they cannot give, cannot keep promises without tragedy and blood, of happiness and hope and love, at least sear this memory into him, let him wear these years, burn them into his mind, bind his and these people’s souls to one another’s for eternity. please, he thinks. please please please. take everything, promise nothing, at least let him have this.

-  d.c & v.d.c

[spierfeld]

hey faith :)) I voted for you to stay as alexkarcv :))

thank you sm ann rei!!

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[annbeth]

🐧 hello darling 😊 i voted for lilyvans because its so pretty. right now i love going swimming or just being in the water because its a great way to cool down in the heat

thank you love, i rlly like it oo. also i envy you for being in a place hot enough for you to cool down in the water. here it is like max 10 degrees C

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[sivchka]

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