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I really hope Sera gets the character development arc she deserves in the show
'Cause if not I'll fucking do it myself
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Falling...?
Truthfully, she had been so wrapped up in her perception of right and wrong to even consider that her own actions could lead to her downfall. She wasn't helping, she was hurting people. It was like a slap in the face.
She was created out of goodness. She...Were her actions really that cruel? Was she actually...evil? Maybe she did deserve to Fall.
"Oh, great Creator..." For the first time in millenia, tears rolled down her face. Years of years of standing by, of telling herself she was doing the right thing for her people, of watching from her golden throne high above as the sinners suffered and then slaughtered, her apathy....It hit her all at once like a tidal wave. It was too much.
"I..." She held back a self-pitying sob. "I'm sorry, I--failed you, Peter. I failed everyone here. The problem isn't them..." She sucked in a sharp breath, wiping her eyes. Her mind swam with so many conflicting emotions she bottled up for too long.
"It's me."
✢ It stung but the truth was what she needed to confess. The both needed to hear it, heaven needed to hear it. Despite their difference in rank, Peter was a saint. What was his job outside of the gatekeeper? He'd questioned the morals before, and how others were abiding by them. He hadn't needed to do so in such a direct fashion for so long. It must have been quite jarring for her indeed but, this was necessary.
" Sera. I had thought as much but I had not wanted to believe it. You were always such a guiding light, how could this happen? Are you not worried of falling? "
He took a step forward. " Protecting heaven is all well and good but, since when is protection going down and making the first move? That is just an assault. Even if it was needed at one time in the past.. it is no longer needed. And if they rise what.. makes you think we wouldn't be able to stop them? Since when has your faith in heaven fallen short like this? " The saint was worried and his heart ached. "What you are doing now is just cruel, and we both know it.."
"I am worried about you, what is happening to you? I do not want to see you fall but this dark path of bloodshed and lies.. please if it's not too late, I implore you to stop."
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"Thief of the Moon" 1924, by Norman Lindsay (1879-1969)
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Rosie had been enjoying a nice quiet evening. After enjoying a rather delicious meal, she retired to her parlor and was currently sipping her tea and listening to some music on her vintage gramophone. Nothing could be more perfect.
Or so she thought.
Her previously closed eyes suddenly snapped open. She had left her window open a tad to let in the cool night air, but instead, she had felt a sudden spike in temperature. While she was about to brush it off, she hadn't stayed in power this long by simply brushing things off. This strange phenomenon required some investigation.
Daintily setting her teacup and saucer aside, Rosie moved to the window to peer outside. She just barely caught a flash of movement of a tall figure crawling up the side of one of the building far in the distance. Her lips slowly split into a sadistic grin.
"So, the bitch is back~" She hadn't forgotten what the General did to her beloved town back in the '30s and she didn't intend to forgive. And all because a few soldiers got eaten by her beloved residents. It wasn't anything personal! Honest. But Rozalia made it personal when she burned her town to the fucking ground and Rosie was forced to rebuild.
Rozalia wouldn't have stepped foot back into Cannibal Town willingly...Hm, maybe there was something else going on behind the scenes. Either way, the Cannibal Queen wasn't going to turn down such a delicious opportunity.
And nothing could ever beat the taste of revenge.
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Unconsciousness wasn't bliss. It was a blind spot, and never in her lives could Rozália ever allow that to happen. Something was roaring in her chest, bile crawling up her throat despite...laying down? she presumed. Eyelids cracked open with great willpower behind the tiny movement, revealing unfocused but beyond furious draconic eyes trying to scan surroundings, not with much success so far. She was in open air. A relief. Didn't smell like garbage, drugs or alcohol-
A soundless snarl rippled across her features in frustration of her body's utmost refusal to cooperate, briefly interrupting her progress. Clean air. Lack of noise pollution. Slight sprinkle of flowers. A nice, well kept territory of the city, such as the Military District; but Rozália was far from optimistic. The flowers carried a slight scent which would've been masked if it wasn't for her familiarity with such stench.
Blood.
Now focusing on it, an overwhelming iron suffocated her overloaded senses, upper body muscles protesting agaist even the idea of sitting up; she had to confirm what she already knew. Why she always had to be right?
Her erratic heartbeat had nothing to do with fear, after all she was more than certain she cannot be consumed thanks to her blood that would burn through any sinner and demon like vicious acid. Before the fight...a white cloud accompanied by laughter. Chest pain, nausea, to her annoyance tremors and a pulse which probably would've put a human into an early grave; cocaine. More precisely cocaine overdose.
Her mind worked independently from her body, slowly but surely regaining basic motor functions, injuries registering, nothing too serious except that right leg; dislocated knee? No, upon feeling around it. More likely ligament damage. Her severe substance intolerance was a secret Rozália tried to keep six feet under, sealed with seven locks...yet someone knew. Someone with enough influence to actually send others after her, because she didn't want to dirty her new pretty little manicure. How she longed to rip Sakuya's nails clean out of the nailbeds.
A sharp yank on the seal containing raw destruction within for a quick heal and get the fuck out of this trap; healing wave never arrived, only her veins glowed brighter due to the trapped inferno. It took every ounce of self control to not curse the whore that birthed that slimy bitch in even more creative adjectives. Altered cocaine was it then. And then being tossed into the Colony which she had rightfully so razed to the ground exactly a ninety years ago.
Well, Rozália couldn't really go around asking for directions in the thankfully already darkening dusk. She needed a vantage point to figure out where she was and the closest route to her district now fortunately neighboring this vile gathering. Climbing definitely wasn't an ideal idea, metal creaking under her weight, clearly not used to heavier mass. Not the outskirts but not the center either, a long journey to northwest.
The creak of the door leading to the roof caused her to whirl around, hands flying to her swordbelt which wasn't there. Before the tidal wave of rage could verbalize, the man entered and was stuck staring at her with the same, abyss soulless eyes everyone possessed. Like a viper Rozália lunged, wrapping the fabric of her cape around his throat, a trained, almost ingrained move bordering on reflex.
Crimson eyes burned brighter as the man was feebly struggling against the hold; pathetic. Useless. Then going limp. It would be so easy to strangle him to death, break his neck with one move but...priorities. And for now Sakuya wasn't the first but Rosie. Along with making out with unfortunately as little attention as possible. The man faintly smelled of alcohol, his body rearranged into a slumped position to make it seem he had simply fallen asleep on the rooftop and she was only a figment of a nightmare.
With the check of her hidden daggers, all five intact and present, Rozália slipped into the cover of the slowly falling night. An uncomfortably familiar habit from a murdered era she never thought will have to resort to again.
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SYDNEY SWEENEY
Immaculate (2024)
#🧵ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ: ɴɪꜰꜰᴛʏ ;; ᴍᴜꜱɪɴɢꜱ#🏫ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ: ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇʀʀʏ ;; ᴍᴜꜱɪɴɢꜱ#🪓ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ; ɪ'ʟʟ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ: ᴍɪʟʟɪᴇ ;; ᴍᴜꜱɪɴɢꜱ#🦋ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴄʀʏʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇ: ᴠᴀɢɢɪᴇ ;; ᴍᴜꜱɪɴɢꜱ#blood tw#❖ɪ’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʟʟʙᴇɴᴛ: Qᴜᴇᴜᴇ
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Chrsitina Rossetti - All Thy Works Praise Thee, O Lord
#꒰ঌ ໒꒱ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʟɪꜰᴇ: ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ;; ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ#📜ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ; ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ: ɢᴀʙʀɪᴇʟ ;; ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ#❖ɪ’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʟʟʙᴇɴᴛ: Qᴜᴇᴜᴇ
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51 icons of sallie may from helluva boss. Credit if using icons. Download: here
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That new ship I mentioned??? It’s them: 👀 👉👈
Time to come up with a ship name 👏
#🐟ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ʀᴇᴡᴀʀᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀꜰꜰᴏʀᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ: ɢʟᴀᴍ ;; ᴠɪꜱᴀɢᴇ#🐠ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ; ꜱʟᴜᴛᴛʏ; ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ: ɢʟɪᴛᴢ ;; ᴠɪꜱᴀɢᴇ
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"Psssh! I'm sure I wasn't THAT bad..." While Charlie keenly aware she could ramble on for hours if given the chance, she was desperately looking for any excuse that Adam could have stopped her and came up with none.
"In any case, if I happen to go into another long ramble maybe try something else other than kissing...me...At-at least not without my permission, mister!"
"Could've but I did try." He tried, key point. He managed maybe a word or two but it was like this girl didn't know or understand how to take a breath. The fallen merely cleared his throat for a moment, "Do you even breath? You talk like maybe...hundred miles per second? I could barely get a word or two in so this was the closest thing I could do to get you to stop."
Though he wasn't denying that it felt...nice. To kiss someone again. It's been a long while since he had kissed someone.
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Anonymous said: Carmine. Ma'am. Some of our girls didn't come to work today. I think I saw them leaving with Valentino
The glass in her hand shatters.
"Hijo de--" She's going to FUCKING kill him.
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Please draw Rosie I will give you my soul🙏🙏🙏
BOOM HERE U GO!! LADY ROSIE 💕💕💕
SHE'S... SO PRETTY IM AFRAID.. HEAR ME OUT!!!
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And my animation multi is still nowhere being finished :')
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Love is a curious thing
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We only have one when you can have both :D
well I have fun with this one, curiously vaggie was easier to draw, I love her flustered face.
#🌈ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ; ꜱʜᴇ’ꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ: ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ;; ᴠɪꜱᴀɢᴇ#🦋ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ: ᴠᴀɢɢɪᴇ ;; ᴠɪꜱᴀɢᴇ#chaggastor#vaggie x men tw
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...If I DO add Sallie Mae I think I'll end up dropping Kiki and Milky as muses again
#❖ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ: ᴏᴏᴄ#there hasn't been any interest shown in them#and I don't have any muse for them#so I'm kinda like what's the point?
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"Oh, uh. Yeah, Darcy's fine." She said, her attention now directed to the computer screen. Well, if she was gonna be working with Velvette and Vox from now on then she guessed they would be on a first name basis.
As soon as he finished his sentence her phone rang. "Uh, hello...?" She answered, after fishing it out of her pocket. The voice on the other line was muffled, but judging by how her eyes widened she was, in fact, promoted.
"Well, shit..." She breathed. After hanging up, she grinned at the two demons. "You're lookin' at the new head of DHORKS~!"
"That's because you haven't seen my work love. Once you see my brand you'll never go with anything else," Velvette said, taking a seat as she summoned a usb phone cord, followed by hooking it up to the computer and plugging her phone in.
"Vox is THE tech demon. Any major television, internet, and streaming company you can thank Vox for." The fashionista then made a video call which was answered. "Vox, I need you to connect to the computer my phone is hooked up to."
"Ah, yes, let me just drop everything I'M doing just to help you. What, does your computer have another virus?" Vox asked, seeming to be dismissive of Velvette. The televised demon taking a sip of his coffee.
"Oh, it's not my computer. It's the computer of the human government business we'll be taking over. Thanks to this human right here," Velvette said, aiming her phone at Agent Two allowing her to see Vox as well.
Vox stared at Agent Two, dropping his mug which could be heard shattering as it hit the floor. The televised demon would quickly regain his composure. "It seems like this takes priority. One second."
The Overlord would then disappear from sight as he turned into electricity. Velvette's phone glow blue before an electric current would flow along the usb from the phone to computer, his face appearing on it. "So, what am I doing here?"
"You're putting this one in charge," Velvette said as she motioned to Agent Two. "And in return she'll be our direct access to the human world. We already discussed you'd be taking control of security, though she's more of a minor business partner."
"Well, lovely to meet you Miss," Vox would then pull up some files. "Darcy, if you don't mind me calling you that." The televised demon seemed to have already taken over the system. "Alright, putting them under my control now, aaaaaaaaaand, here comes the phone call. Get ready for a big promotion."
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@multipalz || x
"Hmph." She huffed snootily, tapping her claw impatiently on the table. Stella could tell the cafe was pretty busy right now, but given she was royalty she should have been given priority. No matter. He did answer promptly so she will cut him some slack.
"I want Jasmine tea with a bit of cream, and exactly three cubes of sugar. I also want a fruit tart cut into four even pieces and I really shouldn't, I'm trying to watch my figure you know, but...throw in a chocolate eclair as well."
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