Alright, boys and girls. I am currently in the process of making a movie. A mini-doc for my thesis project for school. That being said - I will be scarce. My apologies. For those who don’t have it, I am more than willing to give out my KIK or Skype to keep in touch. Just drop by my ask box.

beelzebath:

Heavy shit

I feel at peace when you’re around. Please stay longer.

(via ohlovequotes)

dark-tarou:

My submission for the Hannibal Artbook ‘Field Kabuki‘. I’m super grateful and happy to be a part of this project! ;w;  I drew this picture last summer so It’s very strange to look at it right now :DD website | deviantart | facebook | twitter | society6 | inprnt

glladio:

independent michael | dominion writer

djibriil:

“Oh yeah, I need him dead, too.” What Julian did to Michael and the pain he still felt on his once-pinned wings reminded him just how much he wanted to tear the Dyad apart. All the pain he had inflicted, he would return them tenfold. He would avenge all his brothers and sisters who died in Julian’s hands.

Gabriel looked up at Death with a cruel smile. “Don’t worry, I will help you. Surely I won’t leave all the fun to you.”

His head tilted at the malice within his words. When he once knew Gabriel he was a very different angel. Calm, merciful. Now he was something else, something different. He wasn’t sure what to think of it, of him. “Just remember his soul is mine.” He shifted, muscle tense and unhappy in its shell. “Consider my hand yours to guide. Do you have a plan of action?”

of-the-nazarene:

“Lift Your Weary Head Weary Sinner” - David Crowder Band

ashliebryn:

“Brother” by Needtobreathe ft. Gavin Degraw

apollycn:

‘ x-palehorse.

         ‘ i get an odd feeling that you UNDERESTIMATE me. ‘ vibrant eyes scan the much taller being. a brow arches perfectly while her crimson! lips curled into a smirk filled with mischief. 

                                ‘ such a shame, ‘innit ?? that you AREN’T as WISE as they say.  ‘

Death let out a small, undignified snort.   “You shouldn’t insult the one who holds the key to your death, darling. Though - you never were the brightest light in the heavens.” A double pun that made him smile as he looked up. “But that was always your downfall, wasn’t it? Pride.”

djibriil:

“Much as I loathe to admit it, he was the one who had captured Michael and I in New Delphi. His name is Julian and he’s a Dyad. You know what those are—half-human, half-angel,” Gabriel didn’t hide his sneer. “Julian was a higher angel called Lyre but my brother cast him out and obviously it didn’t go well. He may have the means and will to use those souls you’re missing.”

And the archangel loathed it even more that he didn’t manage to kill the dreaded Dyad in his siege of New Delphi. Somehow, by what means he had no idea, Julian escaped. It left a terrible taste in his mouth.

A fingertip drew across his lip as he looked back out to the crumbled city. If this Julian caught both Michael and Gabriel at the same instance, he was certainly a force to be reckoned with. He almost felt bad for the angels, for their suffering. He had picked up more souls of angels as well these past few years because of this war. He was apt to remind Gabriel that he was created before him and was the eldest among creatures in this land but he didn’t feel like a pissing match was necessary right now. What was necessary was that they find the man stealing these souls and kill him.  “I need him dead.” He would put up allegiance with either Gabriel or Michael but he did need the man gone. His gaze turned upon the warrior of once Heaven.

“Will you help me.”

classicsock:

*is about to die* *grim reaper is here to take my soul* hey man i really liked your role in the grim adventures of billy and mandy

djibriil:

“Didn’t Father bless you with free will?” The question was both rhetorical and useless as Gabriel knew it would only serve to rile the Horseman more. What was the phrase—dancing with Death? Where would an archangel go when they’re dead?

Then the sheer number of the unaccounted souls sobered him up a notch. The two of them are aware of what an angel is capable of doing with a human soul, much less two hundred and forty-three of them.

“I didn’t take them. Neither did my brother or my army of higher angels—      On second thought… I have an idea who might.”

“Do you now?” A brow raises as he regards the other. “I do hope you are more than willing to share this information with me.” He let the free will stab slide. He was one of the very few creatures who had conditioned will. It was free will with a clause. You may live as you please on this Earth but you are created for this purpose only. It is why when his end came he would have no say. His death would be the final and he couldn’t fight it. He hated Gabriel for that.

I watched the Hannibal Season Finale. I’m emotionally compromised.

djibriil:

          ❝ MADNESS HAS ALWAYS BEEN FREE. ❞

Death stood over the body, his fingers curling at his sides. The last time angels were killed was years upon centuries ago at Lucifer’s fall. And now it was happening again, the sincere massacre of a race that should not know the edge of a blade. The angel’s wings were cut forth at the bone and it is when Death himself had to look away. He did not know its name. The soul held in his hand shone brightly, brighter than any humans, but that is how theirs shone. He tucked it away gently, bringing it forth to the cage in his chest. He would return it after. After this. He flickered before vision, traveling between time and space and realms before he stood before one archangel who’s hair was black as night and eyes blue as the sky. “Michael.” The call was sent forth as he settled in the Earthly realm, fully tangible to the winged warrior.

djibriil:

“Well, of course my brother said the same.” Gabriel would know firsthand if anything had happened to his twin—or if the other one had all of a sudden grow stronger. Their connection may waver and thin at times, but they were never truly gone. He would know.

“The one against all of humanity?” The quirk of his lips gave away a mocking grin. “Death’s lost seven souls, should we help him?” Gabriel sighed. “Without Father… where are you taking them to?” Is there a point to all of this any longer?

“Two hundred forty-three.” He counters, fixing the angel with a cold stare. Deathly.  “Do you think this is the only time I have seen this? This is the first time I have found you still here.” Blood still on your hands. “I do not enter Sheol itself, Gabriel. I only lead them through the doorway. If they enter the presence of the Father, wherever that may be, I do not know. What I do know is that while you are off throwing your temper tantrum with your brother, there are still some of us who are doing their jobs. Not all of us have the luxury of free will.”

;drags self out of the grave; I guess I need to get up a rules post.