#prophet things

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Prophet thingz

I can't explain

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fictional character ask: Mary Goore

Definitely want to marry.

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MOTHMAN!

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New art is hung

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Egg bake with Bone Daddy

[ghastlyprophet]

28?

Soft Headcanon Meme

Does your muse want to have children, would they make a good parent?

“Not particularly, no. Children were... never part of my goal.” Prophet admitted quietly, and smoothed out their veils. “But we have four. I would like to think I do a good job caring for them, and I do love them dearly. Perhaps... one day, we will try for one who is not adopted. Of course, still love them all the same.”

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1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15. :)

1. What’s burning? The flesh of the damned, hateful and eternally screaming, crying out for redemption, begging it to stop, begging it to continue. The fire of the universe, ever eternal, ever expanding.

2. The door knob is turning, who is it? Mystery. Curiosity. Great evil or great good, Schrödinger’s morality. You do not come for it. It comes for you.

3. How many eyes are watching? None. The Gods lock their etheral gaze on you, yet their lids remain closed. One task of a prophet is closing the eyes and learning to see.

4. Whats under the bed?Who knows? Your first grade notebook, where you scribbled secrets in messy handwriting with crayon. A book, filled with an array of knowledge of things real and fake. A drawing you thought you’d lost. A letter you’ve tried to lose.

Your bed is a mattress on the floor.

5. Where would you hide?The question is not where I am going to hide. I do not hide. I sit, I wait, I listen and observe and I subtly pluck at the threads of the Universe’s holy loom. I hide from no-one. I hide for no-one.

6. What kind of monster are you?I am not a monster, yet I am remarkably and notably less than and more than human.

7.  What are They saying?Their whispers in the Static and in the wind in the leaves and in the ever-beating heart of the Earth tell me a story the same way a puzzle tells you a picture. There will be a Reckoning. Brace yourself.

8. What color is your heart? What does it taste like? My heart is the color of harmless lies and harmful truths. It tastes bitter, but with a soothing aftertaste.

9. Tic-Toc. What are you late for? I am not late. I am early. I am waiting.

10. Lies. What is humanities best lie? What’s yours?The best lie the humanity collective has taught itself is that you can never go so far that you can’t be saved. The lines have been crossed, invisible as they may seem, and contrary to what hope dictates, there isn’t always a way back.

12. You’re missing something, what is it?I am missing the ability to create brilliant beams of light and energy, to broadcast my holiness to the world, to burn the smiles off those who refuse to believe in me and in Him.

Prophets are supposed to be more humble.

13. Have you looked in the mirror, what do you see?A better question is, what haven’t I seen? 

14. What/Who are you running from? There is no running. The time for running is over, and has been over for a long time. Now is a time for waiting, for learning, and for preparing.

15. What does you inner demon look like? What does it want?I don’t know. I don’t truly want to know. If I have to be torn apart to my smallest components to figure it out, I will accept this.