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Ichor smeared over the bathroom tiles looks an awful lot like bile, doesn’t it?
transmasc angel call that a he/hymm
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What to do When you Meet an Angel
Do not look upon them. Cover your eyes, wrap them in cloth, keep them closed, for the light of their face will blind you
You will know they are near by the smell of burning metal. They are growing closer. This is your chance to run.
They will tell you not to be afraid. Do not listen to them. Being afraid is the only way you will stay alive.
Remember, these are beings beyond your comprehension. Their wings go on for miles and their bodies are not real.
You will know something is not quite right about the faces they wear. They do not have eyelids and you will not be able to tell where the mouth is. Their skin will be like polished stone and there will not be a blemish to be seen. Do not ask them to remove these masks and do not ask them why they are crying.
They will not mean to hurt you. They will take you into their wings to give you comfort. Do not let them or you will not find your way out again
They will sing for you. They so do love to sing and as the bellowing of the Heavenly Host fills your mind, your ears will begin to bleed. The song is beautiful and it has deafened you but you can still hear it. They continue to howl their hymns, not understanding that you wail in pain not in joy.
Be careful not to touch them. If looking upon them can blind you, imagine what touching such a body would do to you.
They are vengeful and righteous. Though they are beautiful, they are still warriors and will not hesitate to smite you.
Their compassion is just as dangerous. They will try to save your soul by ripping it from your mortal body. They will give you all the knowledge of the world. They will fill your body with their grace until you burn up from the inside out. They think they are doing you a kindness.
They do not understand you. You are a mystery to them. Some find you repulsive while others find you resplendent. Both sides are equally dangerous. Be wary.
And you remember being holy, wings catching the light and power flashing in your eyes.
And you remember being broken, gold turning to red and despair taking your pride.
To Ease Pain
“Your pain shall fade, as a dead person that is in the earth does, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.”
(to be said thrice)
—The Graveyard Wanderers - the Wise Ones and the Dead in Sweden by Thomas Johnson
CLIP OFF MY WINGS AND EAT THEM
i saw someone talking about how angels and demons might cut corners when creating a physical form and like, forget to give it internal organs or something because they don’t need them and it got me thinking about just how eldritch and creepy angels would be even when they’re not in their default ‘flaming wheel with six wings covered in eyes’ mode
like just take a moment to imagine how strange and frightening a person whose chest doesn’t rise and fall because they don’t need to breathe, or who stares without blinking for hours and sleeps with their eyes open because they’ve never closed them before would look. how unsettling it would be to encounter a being that doesn’t swing their arms when they walk, or change their facial expression or vocal intonation when they talk because they’re unused to having a face to express things with, or a throat to manipulate the volume and pitch of the sounds they produce.
or consider the even more horrifying implications of angels and demons having no practical experience in or understanding of the care human bodies require to remain healthy and unharmed. demons possessing human vessels finding out the hard way that striking something hard will not shatter it but all the bones in their hand instead, or causing their victims to pass out from overexertion because they’ve never experienced sensations like hunger, thirst or tiredness before and don’t know how to satisfy it. angels failing to react to things that we instinctively would, like loud noises and approaching projectiles, and suffering harm or causing it to others by failing to heed warnings and dodge oncoming obstacles in time.
angels that look freakishly perfect because they theoretically know the structure of a human body and how to replicate it, but fail to appreciate the small flaws that make us human; the asymmetry of our bodies, the little freckles and moles, a crooked tooth or sloping shoulder from carrying a heavy bag on the same side every day. angels forgetting how to hold their shape in moments of anger and manifesting features that shouldn’t be physically possible - not just extra eyes or additional buzzing throats that speak in tongues but appendages that match no existing biological structure on earth - or blurring and warping at the edges, like water overflowing and spilling out of its container.
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o divinity, what has made you ache with such longing?
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Birth Month:
Jan - The weathered bone
Feb - The stained glass window
Mar - A wolf’s howl
Apr - The fog on the moors
May - The sanctuary of the abandoned cathedral
June - The bloodied locket
July - A scream from within the forest
Aug - The churning sea
Sept - The fire’s last embers
Oct - An old clocktower
Nov - A mountain’s wind
Dec - A saint’s weeping
Color of The Top You’re Wearing*:
Red - smells strongly of flesh and rot.
Orange - is set afire when you look toward it.
Yellow - causes a ringing in your head that grows as you approach it.
Green - offers to make a pact.
Blue - demands a sacrifice.
Violet - causes blood to drip from your eyes.
White - whispers hymns of the old gods gently in your ears.
Grey - hums with grief.
Black - pardons you of your sins.
*if patterned/multicolored, choose the closest base colour, or most prominent.
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are they... yknow... obsessed with angels and catholic aesthetics and art despite not actually being catholic or in any way supportive of catholicism*?
(*gay)
do you ever just want a pair of wings to sprout from your back so badly? like it would just feel so right at this moment, why isn’t it happening?
angel boy !
- sing, o goddess, the rage of helen | by prithvi. p