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No human therapist could ever do it for Luci
We all need to give a part of ourselves to create a being powerful enough to withstand all the fucked up shit he's gonna be spilling out
Bro has the ultimate Daddy Issues. He and God have beef lmao
#hail true body#mustang answers!#htb lucifer#htb god#god out here being the first ever deadbeat dad lol
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Mark and Sarah Heathcliff on that night
Chapter 4 of “Old Rugged Cross” by Mustangsart
#my art#the mandela catalogue#mark heathcliff#sarah heathcliff#htb mark#hail true body au#god the coloring for that one was a mess#hope it turned out somewhat okay#aly’sketches
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uhhh uhh pen art(dubiously art) dump
#i love the little :D eve and jonahs terrified face specifically#what the fuck do i tag this with oh God#also WOE HTB ALT!CESAT BE UPON YE IN THE UPPER LEFT CORNER#htb alt!cesar#hail true body au#cesar torres#adam murray#jonah marshall#evelin miller#sarah heathcliff#dave lee#insane how i havemt found a mark one#the mandela catalogue#my art
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don't worry, mark! you will eventually get a dog.. after some more pain! but oh well
#tmc#the mandela catalogue#hail true body au#mark heathcliff#htb mark#htb six#I AM NOT OKAY#this chapter was just.. oh my god#my poor poor baby..#go get his dad six!!!!#I hope he suffers.... mark deserves some happiness <3#would be a shame if his mom also died eh?#my art
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Hail, True Body Warriors AU
Gonna do this as bullets of random information I have gathered since tying everything together into a cohesive storyline is something I’ll battle when I feel conscious.
- Mimics are dark forest warriors, specifically those who have nearly faded away complete as they’re easier to control and influence as compared to the ambition fueled fresh ones. They are able to be led into a living cats dreams through the help of a Starclan cat(Morningstar/Lucifer in this case), where they kill the cat in their dream, and use it to swap places with them and wake up in their body instead.
-Cedarlily/Mark’s grandfather is the current leader of Thunderclan, with Copperstrike/Cian being deputy. This is kind of the reason he was given the suffix he has, as he was seen as lesser then the other apprentices as he grew, and was cursed to have the suffix of a flower as compared to the other more fierce names of his fellow warriors. He usually tries to keep his name hidden from as many people as possible, opting instead for Cedarfang when he can.
-Morningstar is a Starclan cat, he was given this blessing due to the fact that in his life, despite his technical crimes, he never once believed he was breaking the warrior code, and was completely in the thought that he was doing good for the clans. Basically got the Mudclaw treatment, damned bastard. Completely guiltless so now hes allowed in cat heaven.
-Badgersight/Sam was Thunderclan’s previous medicine cat, until he was exiled for breaking the warrior code due to a vision he had recieved from Starclan. He spends his time living around the territory, bouncing from place to place as to not ever be caught. This also helps him keep his Thunderclan scent and not be confused for a full rogue, which would warrant an investigation.
-Azreal has the same name, as he is a kittypet
-Appletuft/Adam was a kit found abandoned on Shadowclan territory, and subsequently adopted into it. He was lucky to have already been mostly weaned, as no queen wanted to take him for more then a week due to his aggressive behavior towards his ‘siblings’. He’s a bit of a Cuckoo in that way, a creature of the outside doomed to remove resources from the home that fosters them, all before the others, and completely in favor of itself. Despite how his aggression made the clan have a very deep distaste for him, he was a perfect warrior. Addershine/Eve is his current mate.
-On the outskirts of all territories there is a rogue, fur a deep non-reflective black. He comes and goes as he pleases and no one has ever stopped him. If asked for a name, he only says Nobody. Elders like to scare the kits with the story, how he’s an omen, a warning of horrors soon to come. Cedarkit never believed them.
-Briarcloud/Bethany was a fierce warrior, who had the unfortunate habit of wandering. It’s how she discovered a kittypet and Shadowclan warrior having peaceful conversation on the edge of the latters territory. She was intrigued the moment she saw it.
-Robinwind/Cesar didn’t just die when he was killed, but something worse. For a clan cat to die in the midst of the Place With No Stars was an after life sentenced to pain and misery, of being trapped lost in this horrible place of pain, cursed to always walk alone along the thistles and blood. It’s easy to become lost in a place with no end. Starclan keeps it’s borders well hidden from it’s dark siblings.
#corvidae says things#corvidae writing#hail true body#htb#htb mimic!cesar#htb cesar hernandez#htb mark owens#htb azrael faust#htb cian daniels#htb bethany owens#htb eve cooper#htb lucifer#htb sam king#warrior cats#warriors#still figuring out how morningstars family will work#placing god as the second generational leader of thunderclan tho#thunderstars wonderful child#and i really want to write a lot of the interactions between cidarlily and robinsong#angst and fluff combined into a neat package
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He has Jonah listed because by that point, Jonah is all he's got :(
HIT ME WITH THE BAT, WHY DON’T YA
OUGHOUGHOGUHGOUHG
#that transcript was so good oh my god#i just#EATS UR WRITING EATS IT ALL#there’s already such a sense of how these two interact with each other and how their dynamic goes and GOD IM EATING IT UP#clearly adam isn’t my favorite character what what are you talking about huh#my silly little guy who i know will commit atrocities but i care for so much anyway#i support his wrongs (he does nothing right)#hail true body au#htb adam#also wonder why thatcher decides not to put on record what was said#oooooooooo#htb thatcher
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thinking abt the blorbos but they aren’t even rotating. they’re just sitting there and it’s very intense
#mark is just. ''so uh.''#he kinda. fidgets with the hem of his jacket. brings his fingers up to his mouth to chew his nails but catches himself and fiddles with his#crucifix instead. his heart's still hammering in his chest and there's some exhaustion coming on now#cesar uh. cesar's sitting unnaturally still (naturally) and watching mark's mannerisms. neither of them uh. they don't know what to say#I mean. what CAN you say#when faced with the perfect image of your dead best friend. exactly as you remember him all those years ago.#when faced with the one who accidentally made you human. and then killed you. and now you're back.#oh god. he's back.#and Adam. oh don't#don't get me started on Adam#he's been staring at the mirror since three thirty am and it's SIX now#his knuckles are bloody but he. doesn't remember punching it#the shadows behind him are almost swimming. they're calling him and he swallows his nausea#the mirror is cracked and it drips but not with blood#''morning sleepy h- what the fuck.'' that's Jonah. of course it's Jonah. it's always fucking Jonah.#Adam blinks and the mirror's fine and Jonah's fine and no one's eyes are glazed over in death. it’s fine really lol#and they're still just. sitting there#y'know how it is. the blorbos. lol#htb AU#hail true body au
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Psalmen 24:3
Wie kan de berg van de Here beklimmen
en binnengaan in de plaats waar Hij woont?
Wie kan voor de Here staan?
(Who shall ascend onto the hill of the Lord? Or who shall stand in His Holy Place?)
— Psalm 24:3 | Het Boek (HTB)
Het Boek (Dutch language Bible) Copyright © 1979, 1988, 2007 by Biblica, Inc.® All rights reserved worldwide.
Cross References: Job 22:30; Psalm 2:6; Psalm 15:1; Psalm 57:1; Psalm 65:4; Psalm 118:20; Psalm 142:1
#warning#Levites#God's dwelling place#worthiness#minister#stand#tabernacle#Psalm 24:3#Book of Psalms#Old Testament#Dutch language#Het Boek#HTB#Biblica Inc.
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Pros of my Halloween 2023:
The trick or treat asks y’all sent me ❤️
Had chicken strips and fries for dinner
Got to see the FNAF movie (6.5/10)
Cons of my Halloween 2023:
After the movie, while waiting in the lobby for my dad, some precious little kids blew a very loud air horn. Twice
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Lucifer: Alright… I’m going to make a new species. They’ll have smaller pupils that can expand to much larger and smaller sizes than the human ones so they can see better in all lighting environments. And their fur shall fluff up when threatened to make them look larger. They’ll also be more interested in warmth, too, so they don’t freeze, and they’ll also…
Several centuries later
Mimic!Cesar: Portraying the traits stated above
Mark: Cat.
Lmaooo he is kitty. One that could kill you with very little effort but a kitty all the same :)
Mimics are actually older than the angels though! God made the angels based on the only other thing around at the time - the mimics. The differences are that angels have humanity and are divine beings whereas mimics don't and aren't. God literally pulled a 'hey, lemme copy your homework. I won't make it look identical' to them in order to cut corners making the universe. He needed a workforce asap and didn't want to waste time planning out just one small step when He had more important things to get on with. Hey, even omnipotent and omniscient beings are prone to working smarter not harder sometimes lmao
But yeah, that's why angels share some core similarities with mimics! :D
#hail true body#mustang answers!#htb angels#htb god#htb mimics#technically mimic!cesar is eons older than lucifer is lmao
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It's the idea of this part:
"Goodbye my only friend
Oh, did you think I meant you?
That would be funny
if it weren't so sad
Well you have been replaced
I don't need anyone now
When I delete you maybe
I'll stop feeling so bad"
With alt!Cesar severely traumatised from the void stood over a cowering htb Mark, wanting nothing more than to destroy- kill the thing that he feels messed him up, broke him, and yet not being able to stop crying long enough to actually do it-
You know?
(I am not well /lh)
IM NOT WELL EITHER. I AM SO UNWELL ABOUT THIS
god . the way he was changed at first by being made essentially human . and then he gets sent right back to the void where he came from. but this time he can actually Feel it and it. it changes him again . GGODFDDDDDDDDD
hes like. so insecure in his sense of 'humanity' . like he cant decide whether he considers himself entirely broken or whole . AND IM FUCKING INSANE ABOUT IT
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WIP title ask❣️
I had a hard time deciding whether to ask you for more information about Believe In Me chapter 9 or the HTB piercing WIP.
And since I'm in dire need of both, may I get both, pretty please?
Hi, my lovely Maja 💕
I love talking about my vampires as much as I love talking about my biker boys, so I am giving you something for both fics.
Well, at least as much as I can.
The Hearts Too Big piercing doc is not more than an idea and a handful of screenshots of chats I had with @raccoon-eyed-rebel about this.
The plan is to give Mel a piercing, too. It's going to be a surprise for someone, it's going to be difficult for all of them for different reasons. And it's going to be sweet and hot.
I really hope I get to write this soon. Your ask definitely made me want to get back to it 😍
For Believe In Me, I have a little snippet for you.
I have re-written a lot of this chapter already multiple times, so I'm not exactly sure if this is going to end up in the story like that. But I do believe it's an interesting glimpse into the future of my vampire boys:
“Destiny has a strange kind of humor, don't you think, Augustus? Bringing those two together after stealing the love from his mother and me?”
August didn't answer except for a low grunt. The amber sparks in his crimson eyes seemed to glow brighter as usual as he stared down the man opposite of him.
“No matter how you feel about it, Augustus, Nyx was meant to be mine. You can't deny that.”
“Are you here to argue about things that have been behind us for centuries and can't be changed anyway? Then I want you to go. We had a rough day. The worst in a long time. I almost lost Melot. Your daughter lost everything tonight.”
August stood up and leant forwards over his desk until his face was only inches away from the god he despised so much.
“So if you are here to see Aurora, I ask you for one thing. You're not going to mention Melot’s past or Nyx to anyone.”
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listen listen ok I was going to put something menacing or lyric-y but every lyric I looked at fits every voice belongs to you and I can't put them all so just take this before I explode
@mustangsart here's one of the fics I promised/alluded to I can't remember which
tw for minor self-harm, guns, and a moment of contemplated/mentioned suicide. plus other typical htb-related content warnings (ask if you want smth tagged tell me and I'll add it!)
If Mark had been holding anything a few moments ago, it would've dropped to the floor by now. His hands shook at his sides, and the trembling spread up his arms to his chest and his legs and for a few moments he was certain he was going to fall over.
He didn't, though he did stumble back a step. Somehow he even found it in himself to remember to breathe in a wheezy, gasping inhale that made his lungs ache and his throat go dry. The man's hands flew almost subconsciously to his waistband, and he watched as a pair of eyes followed them with a spark of- no. Stop it. Don't do that.
¬ Don't shoot me, Mark. ¬
Mark's fingers twitched, an itchy, clawing feeling tugging on the threads in the back of his mind like a kitten kneading a wool blanket. His hand froze, but didn't fall back into place at his side.
Standing across from him, within arm's reach, as far away as anything had ever been, was-
It was-
God, it was-
"F-fuck," Mark stammered, and took another step back.
The thing that looked like Cesar didn't move in kind. Besides the flicker of its eyes, it didn't even seem like it was breathing. As much as Mark was trying to avoid looking at its eyes, the two kept locking gazes.
He- it. It wasn't Cesar. It wasn't Cesar. It's not him. It's not him. Stop thinking it is. It's not what you think-
It looked exactly the same as it had last time Mark had seen it, and the last time Mark had seen it was three years ago. Phantom pain echoed across his scars, and the man winced at the memory of a halo of glass. But everything was the same- the Cesar standing before him was as frozen in time as the one in the photograph weighing heavy in his left breast pocket.
For the first time since its appearance, the alternate moved. It reached up and, in a gesture that seemed all-too-painfully human, drew its hand back in again hesitatingly. Its brow furrowed in what could almost be mistaken for worry.
"Mark, you- you're crying."
As they say, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."
Mark felt his legs buckle anyways. Call him a fool.
The man let out a sob and bit down on his left forefinger- hard. It didn't do much to stifle the sound, and something tasted like crimson now, but it gave him something to focus on besides-
"Mark! Are you okay?"
I think I'm going to throw up, was going to be his response, but unfortunately all Mark could muster in response was another half-choked sob, and he jerked away from the hand that reached out for him even when every part of him wanted nothing more than to cry into his friend's arms until his sleeves were soaked and for them to go home and pretend like nothing bad had ever happened in their lives, even if only for a few hours.
After a second, a word escaped his throat: "No." It evidently stung, because Cesar the alternate recoiled and a pang of something heavy struck through Mark's heart that he immediately grabbed and tossed away. This wasn't Cesar.
"You're a monster - a fucking thing. My best friend is dead and you fucking killed him!"
Sweat-slick hands gripping the handle of a gun. The click a millisecond before the bang.
“You’re not him. You’re not Cesar. You aren’t- I didn’t shoot- You’re not him.”
No matter how broken its expression looked. No matter how tired and terrified Mark was.
"I'm sorry. Mark, I'm so, so sorry."
¬ I'm sorry. It's complicated. ¬
Memories rang like church bells in his ears. Half-human shrieks. Half-human.
"It hurts, Mark. It hurts."
Mark couldn't fucking do this.
He pulled out his gun before he could think and for a second the world teetered. Overwhelming déjà-vu coursed through him as he gripped the weapon, sweaty palms and safety off and maybe it would be so, so easy to turn it around and forget all of this ever-
Mark dropped the gun. Clicked the safety back on and nudged it away. He could feel Cesar's eyes on him the whole time, noticed the way he inched away slightly and still hadn't come back yet.
"Fuck." Mark looked up, expression pulled tight and the shakiness of earlier suddenly gone in favor of an all-consuming exhaustion. Cesar still looked like he was eighteen. He still looked exactly as he had the day at the church. Mark dragged a hand down the side of his face. "Fucking Hell, Cesar."
The alternate's expression brightened, a glimmer of hope-but-not-daring-to-hope in his eyes. Mark stopped him with a slightly stiff wave and brought his hands in front of him to pick at his cuticles. The sidewalk was cold and slightly damp from the rain, and Mark pushed himself to his feet, brushing himself off and watching as Cesar did the same.
"I can't-" He sucked in a breath. The air reeked of petrichor. "I don't... know. How or why you're here." He motioned to the alternate and something zipped up his spine. The man shivered and adjusted his jacket, doing his best to ignore the dry, hollow coldness that momentarily jabbed his thoughts. "And I can't just- forgive what happened."
Three years since then. That's a fucking lifetime. It feels like yesterday.
Cesar thought for a beat, and Mark did his best not to do a double-take on how much it really did look like him.
¬ I was alone. That whole time. I missed you. ¬
And in words: "I understand."
Mark bit his lower lip, but not enough that he could taste blood. "We'll work on it, okay?" He clenched and unclenched his fists a few times. "We should go home. I'm exhausted." The man paused for any sign of a change, a sudden dark smile or something or anything one would usually expect from an alternate. He wasn't sure how to feel about the pang of hope in his chest when there was none, just an almost vaguely relieved look from the other.
Mark let out a yelp, suddenly finding himself wrapped in a pair of arms that ended in hands that held onto the fabric of his jacket like a lifeline. It was a hug.
Oh, it was a hug.
Mark held on in return, almost instinctively. Cesar felt oddly small now, but still familiar enough to imagine just for a second that things were normal. He wasn't sure if either of them would be able to let go.
#this is a first draft like everything else and listen I was half-possessed writing this probably#also I totallywasn't projecting how shaky I am rn onto mark that's ridiculous lol why would you suggest such a thing#this has been floating in my brain since the end of chapter six so uh. here's me finally getting the courage to just write it already#also thank you to everyone who contributed to the poll lol#I refuse to apologize for any damage this caused. I hope the ending made up for it at least somewhat. I guess it's hurt/comfort tonight#mark refuses to go through all of that again I think. and can we blame him#hail true body au#mark heathcliff#cesar torres#the mandela catalogue au#the mandela catalogue fic#the mandela catalogue#mythic's drabbles#tmc au#tw suicide mention#tw guns#tw self harm#¬ Two have become one. ¬#¬ You won't leave me again. Right? ¬#:)
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what is hail true body???
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, grab a seat
Hail, True Body is a fiction horror series on ao3 by @mustangs-flames that you can find via this link here! There are so far 5 parts with a 6th soon to come.
As best as I can put into my own words, it follows the story of Mark Owens and Cesar Hernandez primarily, but also a long list of side protagonists/antagonists that all have their own extremely in depth side plots and relationships that are explored along side and intertwined with the main 2.
With as little spoilers as possible and heavy glances at the series summary, a creature called a mimic kills and takes the form and memories of Cesar, Mark’s best friend, and learns far to late that pretending to be human comes with a little too much humanity for a monster to handle. On the other hand, Mark learns that the road down vengeance way is a slippery slope, and that there are things about even himself to discover, as ugly as they are.
It’s a story about what it means to be human in the face of the inhuman, the winding pathway of relationships, and what it means to trust and forgive. Theres as much found family as there is hurt/no comfort and that is incredible. And also theres a dog, so that automatically makes it great.
If you decide to check it out I heavily recommend it, but keep an eye out for the tags as it can get pretty intense!
And if you want to see frequent updates on how things are going, excellent art, or funny memes, make sure to follow Mustang’s tumblr! He deserves all the support in the world! Theres also a master list pinned there with a lot more information, though a lot of it has yet to be updated, as it was previously a TMC AU that has now separated out into it’s own original story.
Also apologies if any other HTB enthusiasts see this(or Mustang, the King Enthusiast) and I got anything wrong, or wrote something that didn’t reflect the story as well as it should, I am literally getting an examination at the doctors while i write this and my brain is on double time lol- César
#hail true body#htb#htb cesar hernandez#htb mimic!cesar#htb mark#htb mark owens#fictive#i hope to god this is a good sales pitch#my memory is so fried i know so much but to put it into words is#cjdjjdjenfnnsk#again sorry if i said something wrong#césar post
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OH MY GOD-
I literally almost had a heart attack at listening to the HtB Mark playlist because of subway song lol
I swear I jumped like 2 feet in the air at the end-
(luckily I was in the comfort of my own home lol)
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htb Mark had spent so long being blamed for things that weren't his fault that it's just a kneejerk reaction to take on the guilt at this point - even for things beyond his control. Afterall, there had to be a reason why he was getting the blame all the time, right? It must be because he's the problem, not because he was raised by some terrible people and put into terrible situations...
God I hate it when the boy is in situations
but seriously I can't imagine being in his position. because its true, to a child, how could it not be his fault. in his sweet little tiny boy brain he just can’t understand and i just OUGHOGUHGOUHGOGUH
its too much for such a young child…
#ye i apologize for this being a day late#im dumb#BUT GOD AFTER CHAPTER 2#AFTER NOW KNOWING ANDREW’S “motivations” BEHIND HIS BEHAVIOR#AND HOW SIX IS MANIPULATING HIM FOR THINGS TO TECHNICALLY *BE* HIS FAULY#SOBBING ON THE FLOOR#hail true body au#htb mark
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