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happy easter!

or random day in april if you don't celebrate it! ;]

Do you think death is actually real? Like what if it isn't and we just all go asleep and live our lives in a permanent dream. The body shuts down functions to focus entirely on the dream. Sure brain activity ceases but it doesn't it just becomes undetectable

What of death is really nice. Like you feel comfortable and you no longer have a body nd it's all good and you just float as pixie dust or smthn.

What if death is only a temptation because it's what we're supposed to do. Like when your brain tells you to walk your eye straight on that bottle straight through your glasses and you imagine it so vividly you can almost feel it that's just what we're supposed to do.

I probably need to tw this I am very tired

What if angels are real but they just don't care anymore. They all left. Thanatos stayed he's kinda like an angel but he's one of the only o rd and he regrets it every day because he doesn't know where his family is and he constantly feels lonely. In gonna start crying now I need to stop

"What were the last words that you had said to him?” the holy father asked, folding his hands neatly before resting them in his lap as the two settled into the confessional.  An easy enough question.  How could something so simple feel so pointed, as if poised to cut? "...I thought I should comfort him.  As if it might make his passing easier.  For him, I mean.” she offered after a long pause.  Glancing down at the ring wrapped around her finger, the familiar sense of dread and unease washed over her.  The band was simple; cold and silver.  It had only ever felt heavy, as if weighed down by stones in a futile attempt to tug it free from her hand.  Now though...  Now it felt lighter than air.  Now it was just a ring.  "And?” the father prompted, unable to witness the grimace that stretched across her face. "I...  Told him I loved him.  That I'd miss him for all my days.  That I'd bring flowers and call his ghost in for the winter to warm it by the fire.  The sort of things you're supposed to, I'd imagine.  The things everyone always seems to regret not having said.” There was a brief pause that felt as if it were going to stretch on into eternity.  Then, just when it felt as if some great, gaping maw was beginning to stretch wide to eat her whole, "Those are lovely things to hear, I'm sure it was a great comfort to him in his final moments.” "I don't see how it possibly could be, father.” she said quickly.  Too quickly.  The laughter that bubbled up from her throat was a humorless imitation of the noise. "However so, child?" the father asked with what sounded eerily like undeserved kindness seeping into his tone.  "I didn't mean it.  Any of it.  There's not been a day that I've cried, or looked at flowers and thought of bringing them to him.  Winters have come and gone and not once has his spirit been brought inside to sit beside my hearth." she said, her voice wobbling through the octaves as it raised.  In her lap, her hands clutched at the fabric of her skirt as they dug in to try and still the trembling.  "Well, that is--" the father began, to no avail. "Is this why he will not rest, father?” "What...?" "Every night for a year, his apparition has appeared before me in my dreams, drawing closer and closer until I swear I could almost feel his breath on my cheek.  I can still recall the smell of rot rolling off of him, the ichor of his existence oozing from eyeless sockets and a slack maw.  Will he not rest because I didn't mean it, father?” the tears that filled her voice were unmistakable, and for a long, frighteningly quiet moment, she couldn’t stifle the sobs that tore through her.  The noise radiated out from the confessional and stretched up towards the rafters, echoing in the empty space. "....Father?"

why do people hate jewish people??? their religeon is like the only good one, it straight up has no problems from what i know, you can disobay their god, and they wont send you straight to helI on site, they are not tw@s about their religeon, and yet people bash on it???

Soo you said to send asks and I’m curious about your u!angel!patton idea so uh what’s that about?

EXCELLENT thank you, uhhhh long post ahead!

Tw for the obvious religeon, zealoutry, torture mention and drugging mention.

So in this verse it is the duty of Angels to stop humans from stray from The Path of The Riteous at any cost and Demons to encourage 'bad' behavior but not necessarily force anything. The system works as such: An Angel sees a human in trouble, goes down to help them and a 9/10 times a demon will be at their tail encouraging humans to do whatever they please and antagonizing the Angels. (Also Demons are Angels who fell due to their inability to follow the rules of heavenly virtue. This means they tend to fall into a category of the seven deadly sins with Janus as Greed and Remus as Lust respectively.) 

Enter Thomas Sanders! A small-time actor who's in a bind, SVS1's bind to be precise, but because this isn't going to be just... Tss but with Angels Patton's reaction to Janus's pressence is... Less kind in the aftermath. He's a zealot, a believer that Demons are in fact, the root of every human evil. And the best way to destroy a tree of evil... Is to rip out its roots.

MEANWHILE POTENTIAL SIDE STORY, Remus and Roman are still twins in this Au! And while Patton aims to exterminate Demons Roman, ah, believes in a more... Painful way of dealing with them. He feels bad for Remus, so consumed by lust that he had to fall and I have 2 choices here that I can't decide on. 1. He drugs him to erase his memory forcing him to 'be himself again' or 2. He tries to Torture is Redemption Remus into becoming an Angel again. Leaning hard on the former.

Somewhere I'll connective tissue these two plotlines together in some way other than, "Oh yeah, and also they know each other".