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radioiaci · 1 month

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SHIP VERSE TAG DUMP > verse ;; 🌹 la vie en rose 🌹 - @cannibalxroses verse ;; ⭐ nobody's eyes but mine ⭐ - @voxtekoverlord verse ;; 🔥 the fire in the sin 🔥 - @ducktastic-dad verse ;; 🍎 red means i love you 🍎 - @heliacalxrising verse ;; 🐍 i'm ready now 🐍 - @sirserpentine verse ;; 🦊 your favorite monster 🦊 - @misskittyhart verse ;; 😈 devil's whisper 😈 - @visage-of-hell verse ;; 🩸 bloodstain on the bed 🩸- @kingdomofbellows verse ;; 🤡 fools and kings 🤡 - @infernal-blaze (fizzarolli)

#verse ;; 🌹 la vie en rose 🌹#verse ;; ⭐ nobody's eyes but mine ⭐#verse ;; 🔥 the fire in the sin 🔥#verse ;; 🍎 red means i love you 🍎#verse ;; 🐍 i'm ready now 🐍#verse ;; 🦊 your favorite monster 🦊#verse ;; 😈 devil's whisper 😈#verse ;; 🩸 bloodstain on the bed 🩸#verse ;; 🤡 fools and kings 🤡#▶ after hours broadcast ▶#ship tags

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sasorikigai · 3 months

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your name: Wanda Maximoff

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: I have no preference for either, but a night in would be lovely.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: chocolate covered strawberries!

What's your perfect date?: My perfect date is having a picnic dinner under the stars and we stargaze together afterwards.

Would you cook for me?: Yes of course! Anything you want, I’ll make it for you!

Would you let me cook for you?: Yes! You know I’d love to try your cooking!

Can we make-out?: Hell yes!

make out in private or in public?: Private, I don’t think you’re the type that would want to make out in public.

Do you like to cuddle?: yes, yes I do.

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: No blankets, you’re super warm

Couch or bed?: It doesn’t matter, I’m game for either.

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Reading, playing music, watching plays.

Tell me something about you no else knows: Sometimes, I’m tired of being the strongest. I just want to be protected once in a while.

why do you want to be my valentine?: I want to be your valentine because we have a connection that I’ve never had with anyone before. We understand each other better than anyone, I want to make you feel loved.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I’m a good Valentine because I’m caring, loyal, and attentive partner, and I can be that for you on this special day and all the time for you.

(Any verse!)

RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION. || @hexsreality || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Visions of different worlds slip through Hanzo Hasashi's mind; landscapes that gravely affected his heart, verses he would pass through with every dearest intention held in his unyielding heart and soul. Perhaps he is lost amidst the graceless citiscapes of modern day, or the mystical pull of the sacred Shirai Ryu which will always ensorcel him with such eternal longing. Even amidst the resplendence of the beauteous scenery of early spring, how his profound eyes remain smeared luminous with the balm of mystery. The threshold of his strength may seem limitless, but he seldom could feel himself surpass the limitations he himself had set upon as inhuman strength and power could render his hellfire akin celestial explosion. All in all, Hanzo has learned to be flexible and adaptive, because this world, in any given direction, will intend to break him asunder.

"Strength and grace are prerequisite to survive and endure in this unstable, merciless world; both essential, existing in every place. I hope to become an indomitable warrior with shoulders broad and strong, mind like rivers deep and long, carving my path with force and might, as my presence fills the room with light," Hanzo wishes his world to become a gentle stream that will wash away his profound mistakes, to clear him of all ugly blemishes and aches. Maybe the resurrected life itself is a manifestation of heavy soil that chokes him and buries his lungs until he coughs up something alive. It is an incessant burning; one that spreads from a heavy heart to a muddled head, molten regret that eats away at the weariness and apathy. Grandmaster Hasashi becomes renewed in the very fire and passion lit by the lone thought.

In his limited mortality will he serve as the crackling hearthfire and emanating lantern; providing warmth and guidance towards all the wounded and lost souls struggling to find their way out of dark tunnels, as Shirai Ryu Fire Gardens will serve as the sanctuary for those in desperate need. For love is what had anchored him all along. Despite being jaded and heartbroken, haunted by the past he and the world both created for him, he will relish in the impassioned fervor and tenderness of love. Perhaps it is all these truth that combine to save him from his demise and despair, and he is grateful. Grateful with gratitude that Wanda Maximoff fills his heart, which was once hollowed out by his unspeakable sins. How his mind, emotions, and body become instruments and the way he aligns and tunes them in life, as he cants his head, with smoldering warmth embedded in his gaze as his extended arm becomes woven into this tapestry of theirs.

"How beautiful it has been to have found you, who went through similar pain as I have and you offer me comfort as I have towards you. How tender and remarkable it is to treat someone with love and kindness, as your reciprocation becomes the staunched wall, withstanding familiar agony and despair. The chrysalis of my eternal darkness may continue to haunt and affect me, but my form and power have been renewed in their entirety as my everburning embers burn." Hanzo Hasashi may be far from being the most strongest or the proverbial hero with the most pure intentions, but the genuine and impassioned truth of his fire will continue to burn, incessantly with truth and purpose. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ seeking reconciliation with his own humanity (iii)#(answered)#hexsreality

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pipelinelaserraygun · 7 months

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🕎🛐 Father God, can we 🇺🇸 please skip past 🪖💥 WWIII, and PROCEED DIRECTLY to the trials of 👺 war criminals?

MUST 🤔 UNDERSTAND‼️

When ⚖️ laws permitting 🇺🇸 corruption in OUR ⛪ HOME were tolerated, ✝️ Christ did some literal "housecleaning".

HOW 👺👺 MUCH shall a criminal organization get away with, before God sends evildoers on an EXPRESS 👇🏽, one-way ticket to hell 🔥?

Prayer Warriors, ✝️🛐 ask to reestablish consequences: ALL those who "play" (sin) must PAY (the wages of).

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The 🐀🐀 White House is INFESTED with 👺 vermin.

Some of the photo ops may be propaganda: I'm skeptical that 5,000 rockets could be concealed undetected along the Gaza strip, for example.

Now there are reports about beheadings of 🐣 babies...

OUTRAGEOUS, if verifiable.

There has been ZERO proof provided, about 🐣 that: Are we headed to war based on hearsay? BEWARE of FAKE news media manipulations.

There is zero shortage of ⬆️ verifiable idiot photo ops‼️

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Must 🙉🙈📚 hear/see/read.

Timing ⏰ ISN'T by accident: STAY 👁️👁️ WATCHFUL.

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tonysolomon4jc · 1 year

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Stay humble - The meek (gentle, loving & submissive) shall inherit the Earth; be harmless as doves - Jesus Christ 🙏

GOD WARNS US TO FLEE LUST AND PRIDE

It is a commandment from your creator Jesus Christ not to lust after somebody's beauty. It's adultery to Jesus. W.W.J.D? Be holy, humble, pure, sober, loving and meek. Glorify God and please God with your thoughts and behavior.

God warns Christians to not associate with Christians that have sex outside of marriage or are drunkards. See 1 Corinthians 5:9-11 Friends should draw you closer to holiness and Jesus Christ. If they pull you towards sin more than holiness then you should walk away. Obey Jesus.

Romans 8:13 KJV "For if ye live after the flesh, ye shall die: but if ye through the Spirit do mortify the deeds of the body, ye shall live." LUST AND PRIDE WILL GET YOU DAMNED BY GOD!!! REPENT OR PERISH!!!! LUKE 13:3

Matthew 18:7

Temptations are inevitable, but what sorrow awaits the person who does the tempting. Luke 17:1

And he said to his disciples, “Temptations to sin are sure to come, but woe to the one through whom they come!

People that die without Jesus Christ as their Lord, God & Savior go to Hell, then they get judged and Hell gets thrown into the Lake of Fire. 🔥

Stay humble. God hates pride. Pride comes before destruction. Stay humble, loving, kind and meek.

Study the New Testament, praise Jesus, stay grateful to God, trust God's word, will & timing. Love unconditionally.

1 Peter 4:7

The end of all things is at hand; therefore be self-controlled and sober-minded for the sake of your prayers.

Watch Pope Francis and his lies: The False Prophet exposed. It's on the Truth in Genesis YouTube channel. I highly recommend the gotquestions app. It has thousands of answers to Bible questions. It even reads most answers and backs all answers up with Bible verses.

I highly recommend the gotquestions app. It has thousands of answers to Bible questions. It even reads most answers and backs all answers up with Bible verses. Please share this with your friends and family on social media. 🙏

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honoredquran · 2 years

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A Blessed Walimah - Wedding Banquet 🌸

In the name of Allah, the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful Preface

Alhamdulillah, who has sent us straight guidance and right direction.

وَلَقَدْ جَاءَهُم مِّن رَّبِّهِمُ الْهُدَىٰ

And there has already come to them from their Lord guidance. (53:23)

وَلَمْ يَجْعَل لَّهُ عِوَجًا * قَيِّمًا

He has not made therein [in the book] any crookedness. [He has made it] straight. (18:1-2)

He has sent His Messenger with guidance and the religion of truth, as a giver of good news and a warner, as a teacher and one who makes easy, who recited to the people his verses, and purified them, and taught them the book and wisdom, while before they were in clear error.

وَكُنتُمْ عَلَىٰ شَفَا حُفْرَةٍ مِّنَ النَّارِ فَأَنقَذَكُم مِّنْهَا

And [recall when] you were on the edge of a pit of the Fire, then He saved you from it. (3:103)

To proceed,

Among the guidance of the Messenger of Allah ﷺ is the walimah 🍗(wedding feast).

After hearing about the marriage of Abdur Rahman bin Auf, the Prophet ﷺ told him:

بَارَكَ اللَّهُ لَكَ أَوْلِمْ وَلَوْ بِشَاةٍ

May Allah bless you ☀️. Give a wedding banquet (Walima) even with one sheep. (Bukhari 6386) Among the benefits of the wedding banquet is the following.

Blessings of Walimah

1. It is a place of spreading the salam, feeding food, and connecting the ties of blood.

The Prophet ﷺ said upon arriving in Madinah, as narrated by Abdullah bin Salam:

يَا أَيُّهَا النَّاسُ أَفْشُوا السَّلاَمَ وَأَطْعِمُوا الطَّعَامَ وَصِلُوا الأَرْحَامَ وَصَلُّوا بِاللَّيْلِ وَالنَّاسُ نِيَامٌ تَدْخُلُوا الْجَنَّةَ بِسَلاَمٍ

O people! Spread (the greeting of) Salam ☁️, feed others 🍗, join the ties of blood 📱, and pray during the night 🤲 when people are sleeping, and you will enter Paradise ⛲ with Salam. (Ibn Majah 3251, Sahih - Darussalam)

Spreading the salam causes affection 💝 between believers (Muslim 54a) and brings in rewards (Tirmizi, 2689).

Feeding others 🍔 is a part of Islam (Bukhari: 28) and a source of reward and good 🌹.

Upholding the ties of blood 📱 is a means to having your lifespan extended and your provision increased 🪙. (Bukhari, 2067)

2. It is a means by which marriage is publicized.

The Prophet ﷺ said:

أعلنوا النكاح

Proclaim 🔊 the marriage. (Ahmed, from Abdullah bin Zubayr, Classed as hasan by al-Albaani in Irwa’ al-Ghaleel, 1993)

Publicizing 🔊marriage through the wedding feast encourages other non married Muslims to also consider getting married 🌸.

It dispels doubts when the husband and wife are seen together 👫 as to their relationship.

It normalizes the sunnah of getting married 💟, and alienates the promiscuous culture of living together as seen in some cultures ☠️.

3. It brings people together

Among the goals of the shariah is to create amity 💖 and love between people, to live in harmony and fraternity 🕌.

The Prophet ﷺ said:

‏ لاَ تَدْخُلُونَ الْجَنَّةَ حَتَّى تُؤْمِنُوا وَلاَ تُؤْمِنُوا حَتَّى تَحَابُّوا ‏.‏ أَوَلاَ أَدُلُّكُمْ عَلَى شَىْءٍ إِذَا فَعَلْتُمُوهُ تَحَابَبْتُمْ أَفْشُوا السَّلاَمَ بَيْنَكُمْ ‏"

You shall not enter Paradise 🏞️ until you believe. And you will not believe until you love one another. Shall I not direct you to a thing, if you do it, you will love one another? Spread the salam among yourselves 📈. (Muslim, 54a)

Be careful of these in the Walimah

Whilst this is a beautiful deed, a believer should take caution, lest Satan 🔥misguides his intention, and what was a beautiful act that brings reward and good, transforms into a sin and regret 🌩️.

مَّنْ أَعْرَضَ عَنْهُ فَإِنَّهُ يَحْمِلُ يَوْمَ الْقِيَامَةِ وِزْرًا

Whoever turns away from it - then indeed, he will bear on the Day of Resurrection a burden 🪨. (20:100)

Do not make the walimah a platform to show off 🕶️, to display your power 🏘️, status and honor, etc.

إِنَّ اللَّهَ لَا يُحِبُّ كُلَّ مُخْتَالٍ فَخُورٍ

Indeed, Allah does not like everyone self-deluded and boastful. (31:18)

Do not make the walimah a party only for the rich 🏘️ where the poor are left out.

Abu Huraira said, “The worst food is the food of a wedding banquet, in which the rich are invited and the poor are left out.” (Muslim 1432)

It is the start of a beautiful relationship, that wills, if Allah will, be eternal and abiding.

So do the walimah for seeking the blessing of Allah, following the sunnah, and bringing in joy ☀️ to others.

And praise be to Allah, Lord of the worlds.

#walimah #walima #marriage #quran #sunnah #islam #muslim #hadith

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radioiaci · 12 days

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@ducktastic-dad ⧐ a balled fist knocks at the radio demon's door, his voice pitching up in a whine, " alastor ? are you still mad at me ? " and lucifer's entire body weight slumps against the support of the door. " i brought coffee. " he gives the bag in his other hand a little shake of temptation, " it's a premium blend. " UNPROMPTED ASKS.

Obnoxious.

Since their last conversation, Alastor has opted to steer clear of Lucifer's obtrusive face. So it is only slightly surprising when he hears the knock on his door and the accompanying lilt of his name as though they are quibbling school children.

He does not answer the knock right away, nursing a rare cigarette and exhaling a plume that cloaks him in its comforting scent as he settles in his chair, a novel in his other hand that he's been trying to read to no real avail.

But he knows Lucifer will likely not leave him be. (And, in truth, Alastor does not want him to. Does he? Yes. No. Uncertain.) So he stands after a few agonizing moments before striding to the door and opening it, not bothering to remove the cigarette from its space between his teeth as he says nothing, his gaze scathing down at the other.

But he moves from the doorway, leaving it open for Lucifer to enter, if he so pleases, to return to his chair.

Yes, he is still mad.

#△ on the air △#⨻ answers ⨻#ducktastic dad #verse ;; 🔥 the fire in the sin 🔥

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radioiaci · 20 days

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@ducktastic-dad ⧐ [ scars ] 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.

He could not remember how they got here.

The drunken blur of events, further muddied by the sheer amount of what he'd consumed presumably the night before (he did not know what time it was), had apparently guided him to an... unfamiliar bed. It didn't take him a whole lot of time to put two and two together, even though his head was swimming with the lingering buzz. Was he still drunk? It was possible.

Alastor did not know if that was better or worse than being hung over. And he did not know much of anything else in that moment other than the sudden desire to sneak away and stagger back to his own room. But before he could abscond, there were arms enveloping him from behind.

He did not need to look to see who it was.

The difference in their statures was enough of a telltale sign, those darker arms finding their way to wrap around Alastor's gaunt frame in a hold that was almost tender. Though the room was still relatively dark, it felt as though he were being seen in the naked light of day, tension forcing its way through his muscles and up along his spine until the hairs on the back of his neck were standing with the nervous energy coursing through him.

He could not remember what they'd done. He was still dressed from the waist down, at the very least; still able to maintain some dignity, even as he racked his brain for more detail that would not come. The absence of true memory was stressful - Alastor fought the overwhelming urge to get hands up and into his hair to tug until something manifested. Either the memory or the pain. One or the other. To ease the anxiety that was jabbing him in so many ways like a menagerie of needles burying themselves beneath his flesh. His gaze was fixed elsewhere - not on the arms wrapped around him and certainly not making an attempt to get a glimpse of who they belonged to.

He knew. And was this not something akin to what he'd been wanting? For some time now? Was this not the way he could further stow himself inside of that delicate and beautiful ribcage to grasp fervently at beating heart and bathe himself in that golden blood?

That was a loaded question he did not want to answer. Not even to himself. And even if he had, it would make no difference, his sudden white-out of thought stark with the realization that Lucifer was actively beginning to press that soft, yet almost greedy mouth against some of Alastor's more prominent scars that raked their way down his shoulder blades and back. Visible still, even against the reddish fur that mimicked the color of his hair and made its way from head to tail.

The radio demon had no defense against that kind of treatment. Was this how Lucifer had wrangled him here to begin with?; the shiver and shudder leaving him in a slight fervor of exhales he could not control. There were new stings in various areas along his torso, too - not from himself, this time. Or from her. These were freshly made. By the claws at the end of those thin, graceful arms that were keeping such a determined hold on him as if to tell him to stay, lighting his nerves up in an entirely different way.

Enraptured, he thought. By the Devil himself.

The swimming of his head was not so bad, all of a sudden. It gave him enough courage; enough boldness to reach for one of those hands, wrapping red-tipped claws around the king's darker ones. Pausing, briefly, to narrow gaze at the golden ring that lingered upon a finger before he was diverting his attention elsewhere.

Up and to his own mouth, he shut his eyes to save himself from the embarrassment of chasing the desire to press a few languid and warm kisses in turn to that darkened flesh. Beneath his lips; beneath the flesh pulsed that almost-too-sweet, heavenly nectar. The thought made his heart thrum readily in his chest. He wanted to bite - to make Lucifer bleed fresh and coat him and his teeth and tongue in it.

But Alastor was drifting again. The alcohol was still running circles in his bloodstream - coaxing him back down and into the safety, secrecy, and security of those lavish sheets. Tired. Warm. Familiar(?).

No one needed to know. Not that he was actively fighting his instinct to flee, not that he'd opted to not take more than his fair share of a taste, not that he was retreating into the arms that had him wrapped up within them, not that he was turning to bury himself into that messy golden hair and close his eyes to pretend as though the morning were still hours, days, weeks, or months away.

It could be the sanctity of night, in his mind.

At least for a little while longer.

#△ on the air △#⨻ answers ⨻#ducktastic dad #[ read-more'd for length ]#[ UHHH THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME IM SORRY ]#[ warning: gay gay homosexual gay ]#verse ;; 🔥 the fire in the sin 🔥

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radioiaci · 28 days

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@ducktastic-dad ⧐ some time has been taken to prepare himself ; cutting it a bit close to the clock that is continuously ticking, but the anticipation is not entirely a miserable feeling. usual ringmaster attire is done away with, god forbid alastor ruin his fine tailoring, in favor of a less iconic outfit. a parting and ruffled blouse, held from opening any further by pale suspenders that trail down to slimming pants. designs of white and gold litter his comparatively unusual outfit ━ he cannot help wanting to match the mess he is anticipating. he has foregone his tight bowtie for a much looser ribbon, a totally and utterly necessary addition to all the rest of it. maybe he dressed up too much. but the hour is almost up, there is no time to go back, so he swallows his pride and gives a knock at the door. waiting. expecting. dreading. UNPROMPTED ASKS

He's kept his expectations low - something about Lucifer's mood had read to him as though it could have gone either way. But here he is, regardless, clawed fingers dancing along the keys of a baby grand piano - has that always been there? Of course not - to the tune of a somewhat melancholy piece by Johannes Brahms. Soft in his press of each subsequent note, it's likely only barely heard outside the confines of his room. Soft enough to hear the knock on the door.

Alastor does not arise from his seat at the piano which is nestled half in the room's interior and half in the strange, metaphysical swampy natural bog that he's manifested for himself as a means of comfort and familiarity. Instead, his shadowy counterpart seeps its way across the walls and to the door to open it for Lucifer, revealing the rather warm tone of the room as a fire crackles steadily on the nearby hearth.

Only when he finishes the small composition does Alastor turn to face the guest (do NOT express relief at his actual appearance, he tells himself). Lucifer is not the only one who has opted for a change in appearance; Alastor is no stranger to the steady waltz of ensnarement. He's not going to pounce like a hungry wolf - hungry though he truly is.

It's an art.

"I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind," he says as he stands; a snap of the fingers carries on a continuation of the melody in a steady, vintage tone that emanates from the radio atop the mantlepiece. Predictable, maybe.

His hair is pulled upwards into a tail, red shirt abandoned for a black one with a red, striped vest that is accented with a few gold pieces for emphasis. Slightly on the nose, perhaps. Sue him. Shirt is unbuttoned once or twice from the collar only for the simple fact that Lucifer has already seen what usually lay underneath it. Can't put that back into the box, really. So he will take advantage of it.

"Glad to see that you are not as timid as all that."

#△ on the air △#⨻ answers ⨻#ducktastic dad #verse ;; 🔥 the fire in the sin 🔥#[ me: never shuts the hell up when setting the mood ]

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radioiaci · 3 months

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▲ ALASTOR ▲

▹ The Radio Demon ◃@radioiaci ◃

Non-Exclusive RP Blog for ALASTOR from HAZBIN HOTEL

Canon-divergent & 18+

Para/Script/One-Liner/Whatever!

Multiverse Friendly

| ABOUT | RULES & OOC | // Ask Memes // Starter Calls // Art & Images // // Mains: voxtekoverlord ; daddymothxxx ; ducktastic-dad ; alteredassistant ; cannibalxroses ; sirserpentine ; infernal-blaze

SHIP VERSE TAGS >

verse ;; 🌹 la vie en rose 🌹 - cannibalxroses

verse ;; ⭐ nobody's eyes but mine ⭐ - voxtekoverlord

verse ;; 🔥 the fire in the sin 🔥 - ducktastic-dad

verse ;; 🍎 red means i love you 🍎 - heliacalxrising

verse ;; 🐍 i'm ready now 🐍 - sirserpentine

verse ;; 🦊 your favorite monster 🦊 - misskittyhart

verse ;; 😈 devil's whisper 😈 - visage-of-hell

verse ;; 🩸 bloodstain on the bed 🩸- kingdomofbellows

verse ;; 🤡 fools and kings 🤡 - infernal-blaze (fizzarolli)

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IMAGE/ARTWORK TAGS >

Vox - ▽ mediocre video podcast ▽

Lucifer - ◬ path of most resistance ◬

Angel - ⧩ effeminate fellow ⧩

Charlie - ⧋ potential to guide ⧋

Nifty - ⨞ twisted little mind ⨞

Valentino - ⧊ morality in a chokehold ⧊

Rosie - ⟁ delightfully debonair debutante ⟁

Husk - ◭ graduate of bad beats ◭

------------------ OTHER/BASIC TAGS >

▲ sense of self ▲ : images & art of alastor

△ on the air △ : in character posts

▶ after-hours broadcast ▶ : out of character posts

▲ promotional material ▲ : promo posts

◭ ask memes ◭ : ask memes free for anyone to submit

⟁ starter call ⟁ : posts that can be liked for a starter

⨻ answers ⨻ : answered asks

⧊ hellish headcanon ⧊ : personal headcanons for alastor

⨺ white noise ⨺ : music or inner thoughts

⨨ nsfw ⨨ : nsfw threads or images

#▲ promotional material ▲#▶ after hours broadcast ▶#[ do not reblog ]

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sasorikigai · 2 years

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i'm supposed to be mad at you but when you're holding my face and smiling like that i just can't resist stealing a kiss ( any of their verses plz )

kissing prompts || @sonxflight || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Scorpion remembers the time he used spin and harm and lose his mind. He remembers the time he used to tip and cry and regain consciousness; in an irreversible punishment as the soaring sanguine tower of blood would manifest itself as the agent of his inevitable drowning in the Sea of Blood as unending suffering would cascade slowly down his visage, with the soul of eternal tears devouring the wraith. Once steadfast and bright luminescence of his halcyon heart would exsanguinate and deflate, as misguided entropy would cause heartbreak on universal and interrealmic scales. Nothing could absolutely mitigate his interweaved suffering and agony, as long as scorching hellfire dwelled within his heart more like an ongoing, metastasizing malignant disease that would act as the retribution from the goodness of his heart; essentially his damnation that will choke his vice down his throat.

Rage, only rage and vengeance, become the byproducts of the once Hanzo Hasashi’s gentle, magnanimous sea; Scorpion’s go-to penchant is to be the unfathomable ocean of unstoppable wrath; the Wraith would forget anything about his honor, discipline, and the Shirai Ryu pride, but bring in only a massive bloodbath in his blazing song that leans to lunacy. He had let this one-track path become his sole path, as his proverbial guilt ran rampantly free without any restrictions or hindrance. They should have been held accountable, the same as Hanzo Hasashi’s heart entrapped within the vice rod of Scorpion’s ribcage.

Ryou Sakai’s sagacious words waltzed in the very disparate duality of Scorpion’s being; the domain of Nether, with no more light, but a black inky well. Once clean wisps of Hanzo Hasashi’s splendid warmth and tenderness spreading thin, a mere dance of the smoke, and then all is on fire. For overtakes the ire, as all other feelings fall and descend, furiously, becoming dead and quenched. But had truly his wrath and grace for others become an absolute comfort for the unjustly slain? Such vicious, wild, ruthless, and direct indulgence of cruel violence never indulged nor given Scorpion purpose in it; that there was not any clarity, honesty, nor action. Even through the unforgivable sins of his life, hadn’t the eternal samurai accepted him, lest the dripping putrescent rot of ferrous crimson of his memories constitute the detrimental flaw of his impure heart and the collective outrage still manifesting as inferno burning ablaze, surrounding not only his entirety, but the tracks which he trudges.

Beneath this persisting, condensed quietness, the war amidst his light and dark was too real, and yet, he wished to keep up the peace and repose not only between them, but of his crumbled morality and reality. Further onslaught of war-cries would only exacerbate his guilt, lest such murmured dissent of Scorpion’s reckless rage catalyzes and ignites further anger with confused speeches at every corner, akin to a mob forming as the helpless crowd of his volatile emotions turn to utter chaos.

Familiar fleshy warmth of Ryou’s palm encompasses the chiseled swell of his cheeks, and as the vicious instability of his heart threaten to hyperventilate beneath the basking radiance of the samurai’s sun-touch, Scorpion reciprocates the smile in appreciation, as the curtain of light returns in the penetrating depth of Hanzo Hasashi’s dark umber irises. It is as if Ryou Sakai wants to wantonly take care of the Wraith, to never let Scorpion feel alone in this world, ever, even in the construct of eons’ time as once heavy burden of his undying rage and grief becomes another kind of suffering.

Love, at the end of it all, is just misery Hanzo Hasashi gives to himself. And yet, he would yearn for this gentle ruination and destruction all the same; as Scorpion closes his eyes in this blatant darkness, and yet, in this vibrant radiance as his lips fold seamlessly into his beloved’s, he still sees Ryou Sakai as if he has memorized his beloved in the abyss of blissful reminiscence. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ roaming untethered hellfire (ii)#✗ epitome of sunlight (ryou sakai || sonxflight)#(hanryou)#(heliac flames)#sonxflight

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“ what were you dreaming about? “ ( for fire hubby, any of their modern verses )

‘hiroshima mon amour’ writing prompts. || @sonxflight || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || The birth of Hanzo Hasashi’s perpetual resurrection will one day, become irreversibly lost and gone berserk; like a violent revolution, the birth of a new age. One day, he will simply end up on a rampage. This road he walks, this warpath he continues to walk along his beloved as the world will feel their shared wraths. For his burning ire is ice cage, as the never-ending ire would manifest as coiling viper ready to strike its foe, like boiling water rattling the heavy steel of his soldered, beaten physique. Like a vortex, the destructive firestorm of his thoughts will churn, akin to a mighty storm in the sky. Perhaps this uncontainable rage will be his end, his undoing - so out the fire must be poured, spilling ablaze with wanton abandon, like molten metal poured into sword, revealed in unfiltered desire that the all-consuming anger must perforate through the slatted slits of his burning adamantine cage.

The seasons of his maelstrom emotions may shift quickly, towards the better state of tranquility and calmness. Hanzo Hasashi should have felt a shiver within his heart, with the repeated vicious cycle that will perpetuate the summer in his mind. His proverbial heat would linger on his skin, with the breathes of Ryou Sakai’s promise enticing him in every way. The story has long been told; for the immortal warrior who still wields hellfire from his first inception of unexpected resurrection had been a soulless creature bound in the sinful strife and the gnawing erosive curse of his guilt and wrath to walk the Earthrealm as a living corpse. Fueled with bloodthirsty revenge for the loss of his family and Shirai Ryu clan, would he let the triad of his body, mind, and soul be bound by the serration of Netherrealm’s rocks and dirt.

In the throes of his wakefulness, would Hanzo Hasashi’s time erase his physical existence, for his pain has not been subsided - only his demon’s shadows linger in the corner of his memory. Nights, would he be indulged in their coalesced unification, as he feels Ryou Sakai’s touch, caressing him sweet and tender, as if his beloved was assuring him of better tomorrows, past the cruel tribulations of the yesterdays. His hell may still play away behind his head; so morbid and theatrical, ever creating visions so personal. The persistent scars, the wounds, the hollow eyes encircled by the sunken ash of his skin continue to become the evidence of his exhaustion, lest the successive streaks of autumn paints his rubicund features.

“I dreamt of the centuries’ past, where death was considered a bloody fucking curse as my freedom as Hanzo Hasashi hit the rock bottom.” The immortal assassin is glad that he doesn’t have to elaborate further; for there is no individual that knows him through and thorough better than Ryou Sakai. Knowing his husband, he could have very well being observing, scrutinizing the topography of his facial expression, which never deceptively hides a thing. The multitude verses of his life, enkindling this destitute and corruption is Hanzo Hasashi’s nearly slain spirit, brittled fragments scattering as he rises from the confines of his perturbed slumber, with his balmy, yearning hand adhering to Ryou’s collar, his long fingers curling around his shoulder. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ ugly syllables of conjured vindictive crimson (modern au)#✗ life as an ongoing experiment (immortal verse)#✗ epitome of sunlight (ryou sakai || sonxflight)#sonxflight

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