#scorchedfootprints

[tcrnishedgrace]

@scorchedfootprints​ liked for alastair

“i’d heard something like you was made, but i didn’t believe it.” an honest to lucifer nephilim, a power source unlike any other, wrapped up in a fleshy mortal form more completely than any angel. how much he’d like to tear into the boy, see what made him tick. “seems i was wrong.”

[deliciousfear]

  The clown weaves in and out of reality, more so, IT was cloaking and uncloaking ITself as IT moved within the crowd, sniffing and searching for a meal. Clown shoes come to an almost comical stop, skidding along the ground as IT lets out a giggle, “Ah! You there...” IT hums low within that bubbly low resister IT has perfected over time, 

                              “... you seem down, how about a balloon animal?”

@scorchedfootprints​ // closed.

[mythsxndlegends]

scorchedfootprints replied to your post “Sometimes I just want to give up... Today is that day that I just want...”

:( If you need someone to listen, message me. <3 I'm always gonna be here.

Thank you so much, I know we don’t know each other (I think?) we’ve followed each other before. So, this means a lot.

[samaelnomcre]

scorchedfootprints replied to your post :            “  For the FINAL time!   —   I am NOT...

*insert laughing face here*

[foreverfallen]

( meme ) / ( @scorchedfootprints ) 

prompt: Lucifer stealing Jack’s Grace

Monster... Monster... Monster... 

It was all that seemed to echo in his head. Nothing but a monster... Just a monster... He wanted to ignore it. Told himself he should ignore it. But it didn’t work. Instead the anger grew stronger, gripping him, that familiar rage that had taken hold so many times-- Lash out. That was what Lucifer wanted to do. What he’d always done. 

Now was no different. 

“I just need your power--” 

Deep down, deep, deep down, Lucifer knew it wasn’t right. Even as he made the cut to siphon the Grace, even as he felt it fuel his own, he hated himself. But what did it matter? Every single one of them--no matter what he did--would always see him the same way. Always. 

He’d be a monster in their eyes, in the eyes of his family, in the eyes of the world. 

So why not just embrace it? Why keep fighting it? 

It wasn’t getting him anywhere. 

They’re always going to be against me. Always. The hell with them all... 

He’d just be alone... 

He’d be the monster they wanted him to be. 

Since obviously they couldn’t see him as anything else. 

[miightyfallen-archive]

“Come on son, don’t you miss me” he shimmies just a bit and smiles brightly save the darkness lurking in his eyes. “No hard feelings. Families fight, right?” Huffed laugh. Fake as that smile. “I’m back and alive and good as new” no he wasn’t, he still doesn’t have powers “no harm no foul, what’d ya say?”

[langdonxmichael]

Michael had been born, raised by his grandmother for a short span of five years, aged ten or more years in a single night, and found by the High Priest of the Church of Satan - to name just a few events - all without any hint of angelic influence. If heaven or angels existed in his world, they no longer gave a damn about what happened on earth.

“To my knowledge, there are witches, warlocks, demons, spirits, and humans.” He counts each species off on one hand, raising a finger for each name. More or less listing them according to how powerful they tend to be. “I’m an anomaly of sorts.” He didn’t fit into any category. Not entirely and he quite vainly saw himself as an apex predator.

“You watch. That seems to be about all you can do.”

Turns out, he’s not so easily intimidated.

@scorchedfootprints

[originalxsinnerx-blog]

@gentlemcndeath | @abrokenwitch | @scorchedfootprints | @mvreteeth 

Opening his eyes, Angel took a deep breath trying to recover from the nightmare. It was always the same one. Filled with blood and dead innocent people. Dropping left and right like flies. The soldiers ripping small children from their parents, taking them away. He could still hear his mothers voice screaming his name. The pain and the fear In her voice. But he couldn't see her. That was the last thing he heard from her.                                                            “Fuck  ...”

The vampire swore as he got out from his bed. It was 12pm. He couldn't even sleep anymore. Walking Into the bathroom, he looked himself In the mirror and the only thing he could see was the scared little boy he once was. Maybe washing his face with cold water would help, he thought to himself. He couldn't go back to sleep. He needed a distraction. And what better way than to get drunk and maybe feed from someone Just from the thought of that, the veins under his eyes showed up, indicating he was hungry. Soon he was walking down the quiet, dark street towards the local bar hoping the night would end good for him. When he arrived, Angel quickly walked to the bar and ordered himself a drink.