#eden and hunger and fruit and | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mrzombielover · 2 months

Note

Hello! Perchance, ur request is still open? I'd love your take on something that's been rattling in my brain. If you can't disregard the rest of the message, no worries! 😊 Human!Adam x Angel!Reader, I'd love an obsessed Adam who grew close to the reader after the fallout of his relationship with the trio (Luci, Lilith, and Eve). After being kicked out of Eden, he separates from Eve for years which is when he meets, well, you.

omg hi yes reqs are open!! everyone reading this pls send me more adam stuff the brainrot is realll and i need him in a way that’s concerning to feminism

also i just wanted to say thank you again for all the kind words you leave on my slow ride series it is so sweet and motivating :,)))))

warnings: none || wc: 842

When everyday in heaven is a perfect day, you tend to find yourself becoming bored. You fulfill your duties, chitchat with the other angels, eat your fill of the sweetest fruits and lay to sleep on the softest clouds. You can sunbathe, go for a swim, see your closest friends however much you prefer. Heaven is, well, perfect- it was designed to be. Everyone else is perfectly satisfied, you should be perfectly satisfied.

So why do you find your mind wandering?

When everything is perfect, you’ve found lately that you’re lacking a sense of fulfillment. Of purpose. And above all else, you’re bored.

This is when your habit started. It’s harmless, really, you just had an itch of curiosity that needed to be scratched. Sure, your job had basically nothing to do with the humans on earth, but they were so fun to watch.

There’s not many of them right now, but they’re all so fascinating, especially the little ones. You couldn’t fathom it, being mortal. Originally, you thought they lived such trivial lives, but upon closer inspection, they’re not so different from your own.

After the fall, they’re completely separated from you now. You wish there was a way for you to let them know that there were still angels watching over them.

Your favorite, though, is Adam. After eating the fruit of knowledge, he’s different. As to be expected, though, when he suddenly has knowledge of good and evil, concepts he couldn’t even fathom before.

He’s funny. It’s terrible, some of the things he says, and even worse that you find it amusing. He’s charming, in a way.

One day, you just can’t help yourself anymore. It hurts you to see them struggle. Since leaving the garden, they’ve known pain and suffering. Struggle. Hunger. And though you’ve never experienced those yourself, the thought brings you sadness. You can’t imagine suffering so, and there’s a sense of guilt because you know that you have the power to make things easier for them.

You feel such pity, watching them, so far away, as they lament about missing the garden. Adam says that, most of all, he misses the fruit. The berries here never seemed to be as sweet.

It’s no coincidence when, not long after, he discovers a bushel of all the fruits he’d missed. It nearly brings him to tears when he takes a bite, the sweetness on his tongue and juices rolling down his chin. And it’s not much, but the pride that blooms in your chest as you watch is the best thing you’ve felt in millennia.

So you leave more gifts for them. You ought to be more careful, you’re pretty sure you could get in trouble for this. But if you’re not actually talking to them it’s fine, right? That’s just a line you won’t cross.

“Holy fuck-“ You dropped the basket you were holding. “It’s you!”

That startled you. How had a human managed to sneak up on you??

“I knew it-!”

You quickly shush him, looking around anxiously.

“I’m really not supposed to be here,” You say quietly, but you crack a small smile. He smiles, too.

You straighten up, and you mean to leave, but then he grabs your arm.

“Wait!” You can feel the blood pumping beneath his mortal flesh against the skin of your arm, what a strange feeling. “You have to leave already?”

You pause, biting the inside of your cheek as you consider it. Oh, you really shouldn’t. But you’re missing the warmth from his touch on your arm already.

Though you know it’s wrong in every sense of the word, you figure a few minutes couldn’t hurt. So you sit with him. You tell him about heaven, how every day is perfect, how one day he’ll forget what any of this feels like. And he tells you about Lilith and Eve, and how lonely he is down here. You tell him you wish you could fix that, frustrated by your own incompetence.

“Trust me, you’ve done enough,” He laughs, but hes putting a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. The touch is innocent, but it (embarrassingly) takes a great effort to keep your wings still.

Adam doesn’t move his hand away this time, and you cautiously raise your hand and put it over his. You turn to look at his face, and his eyes flicker briefly to your lips.

Then he leans closer to you, and presses his lips against your own, in the same way you’ve watched other humans do. It’s an odd sensation, he’s so warm, and causes a feeling you’ve never felt to stir in your chest. and this time, your wings do flutter.

you’re utterly speechless when he pulls away, already longing for his touch again. but you’ve already spent too much time here, and on top of all the rules you’ve broken lately, that was probably a big one.

you stand up hastily, and you feel a pang of sadness at the look on his face.

“I’ll see you again, I promise,”

He can’t wait.

reblogs + comments greatly appreciated :)

#ooops looking back this is a bit different than ur request i hope it’s still ok lol #adam x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #!asks #!my stuff #first man adam #first man adam x reader #hazbin hotel

130 notes · View notes

destroyabez · 1 year

Text

A Songcord

First time drawing Ronal! I really like how she came out Spider on the other hand I do not but eh so um context!! This is in the hi'i'tsyil te fkew'weopx tonowari'itan au by @dirtytransmasc it's basically just Ronal and Spider (Or should I say Hi'i'tsyil hehe) bonding with Ronal singing new things into Spiders songcord, the one he made when he was younger. I am just a sucker for this au so um yeah! So I wrote a fic for this and I have a song that fits with it and imma show yall!!!!

First is the song

And next is the fic hehe!!

The sound of the crashing waves calmed Spid- no Hi'i'tsyil a little as both he and Ronal walked just west of Awa'atlu

He was still getting used to his new name, he was trying to get used to a lot of things currently

He almost couldn't believe what had happened these past few weeks with the war, him being adopted by Tonowari and Ronal, the Sullys... and a whole lot of other things he didn't want to think about at the moment

He looked out at the shore of Awa'atlu, it never fails to take his breath away

Especially with Eclipse nearing it made it so beautiful that Hi'i'tsyil wished it would never end

"Ma Hi'i'tsyil, we are here" Ronal's voice broke his trance as she gently took his arm

Hi'itsyil looked at Ronal and slightly behind her and found a small mauri behind them

"Uh Sa'nu? Where are we?" He was also getting used to calling Ronal mom but it seemed like she loved it

"Somewhere safe Yawntutsyìp, somewhere we can talk" Ronal answered with a smile as she moved her arm and beckoned him to go in before her

Hi'i'tsyil knew he could trust her but there was still some fear, he mentally shook his head and walked to the Mauri

Climbing up before turning around and holding out his hand to the still pregnant Ronal

She gratefully took his hand as she said "Ma txal tìsraw si kop irayo si" His mother reverted to Na'vi as she held her belly while Hi'i'tsyil helped her up

"Kea tìkin fpi+ irayo Sa'nu" he responded in Na'vi as well with a smile

"Ay ma parultsyìp" she smiled down at him when she got up into the Mauri

She moved her arm to show him the place, it was a small and looked cozy. In one corner it had a reed pallet with a large hand woven blanket on top

In the other corner that showed the other side of the island and Eclipse had a few pillows and another hand woven blanket

There was already food prepped and it made Hi'I'tsyil's mouth become wet with hunger

It was Dinicthoid, Episoth seeds, and Yovo fruit

Ronal chuckled and patted his shoulder when she noticed his expression

"Za'u" she walked towards the food and beckoned him

He followed her and helped her sit down before sitting himself

"Ay, nga lu keng titstunwinga`" she said as she picked up the bowls of food and passing most of it Hi'i'tsyil

He blushed slightly "Irayo si Sa'nu" he gratefully took the bowls and grabbed his cannula nasal, putting it on before moving to the Dinicthoid and grabbing a piece before slowly eating it

He savored the taste of a few spices on the fish "Sa'nu fl'u ftxìlor" he told her with so much happiness in his voice that Ronal felt like she could cry

Especially with what she was going to do after eating, she knew Hi'i'tsyil would love it

"Yawntutsyìp rä'ä nekx nìwin" She reminded him gently as she took her own portion of the food to eat, she first took the Yovo fruit and took a bite of it

"Srane Sa'nu" he said with a little bit of attitude but did slow down in eating

After that they stayed quiet in comfortable silence while they ate, when they were done Hi'i'tsyil and Ronal moved the plates to the side for them to clean later

"Sa'nu I know that you did not just take me here for food, what is troubling you?" Hi'I'tsyil asked with concern placed in both his tone and face

Ronal smiled more at that "It is nothing bad ma Hi'i'tsyil, I just have found your songcord and wish to sing it and into it" she responded gently as she took out the small songcord

Hi'I'tsyil stiffened "Why?" He asked slowly while a burning resentment burned in his eyes as he stared at the cord

"Because I would like to know you're past Yawntutsyìp" she gently set down the songcord and cupped Hi'I'tsyil's hands in heres

She smiled when Hi'I'tsyil's posture unstiffined "Slä lumpe!" Ronal giggled as her eldest son threw attitude at her, she hissed playfully and watched as he did the same

"Alunta I tare le'aw kame ley of aynga" she responded as she moved to get the cord

"Krrpe aynga alaksi" she waited patiently for Hi'I'tsyil's reaction and response, never once letting go of her found expression

"Alaksi" he nodded and held his breath after doing so

Ronal nodded and breathed a deep breath before moving to look at the bead on the songcord, her breath even as she opened her mouth to sing the song of a once lonely child...

Translations hehe!

Sa'nu - mother (affectionate)

Yawntutsyìp - Darling, Little loved one

Ma txal tìsraw si kop irayo si - My back hurts so thank you

Ay ma parultsyìp - Ay my child (affectionate)

Za'u - Come

Ay, nga lu keng titstunwinga - you are too kind

Irayo si Sa'nu - Thank you Mother

Sa'nu fl'u ftxìlor - Mother this is delicious

Yawntutsyìp rä'ä nekx nìwin - darling/little loved one do not consume fast

Srane Sa'nu - yes mother

Slä lumpe! - But why!

Alunta I tare le'aw kame ley of aynga - Because I see only some of you

Krrpe aynga alaksi - When you are ready

Alaksi - ready

Some of the Na'vi got messed up but I am so tired idc, anyways tell me if yall want a part two!!!!!

#Spotify #avatar the way of water #spider avatar #avatar spider #miles spider socorro #ronal avatar #hi'i'tsyil te fkew'weopx tonowari'itan

123 notes · View notes

trans-writes · 1 year

Text

seven deadly sins-- r.a.b. 02/01/2023

transcript below the cut

i. pride

the angels know our names and they are singing. they are singing for us. i cannot hear them over the sound of your breathing, but i know what they sound like when i lay my head against your chest. gabriel and michael sneak glances in the heavens but they have nothing on us, my love, wrapped around each other as we are, our butterfly fingers fluttering to and fro, your serpent tongue whispering in my ear. i can resist everything but temptation— everything but you. is this what adam felt? you are the snake and you are the fruit and you are the one pressing it to my lips, and my mouth is open wide. they can say what they want, but we know the truth. we are nothing less than holy. the angels sing for us.

ii. greed

if you give a sinner an inch, he’s going to want a mile. if you give me a moment of your time, i’ll ask for your eternity, and you say it’s mine but i will always want more. i’ll go to the bank and take the teller’s head, take out a loan of years and weeks with my sanity as collateral. you tell me to stop worrying, live in the moment, and when you kiss me i forget to wish for more. thirty kisses from your silver tongue has me on my knees, and when you lower yourself to my level i’ll kiss your cheek and murmur hail, master through the night.

iii. lust

this is the body of christ, broken for you. i tremble on my knees in prayer, in worship, and my salvation is handed down through your fingertips and all the places where we touch. drink to me only with thine eyes, and teeth, and tongue, and every inch you’ll give, and i will beg with mine. i bite my lips until i taste wine. this is the blood of christ, shed for you. look around, look around— everything the light touches is our’s, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these— the young and the broken and the begging, the desperate and the doomed. i am sick, beloved, lay your hands on me and make me well

iv. envy

adam and eve lay curled in eden, tangled together beneath the fig tree. we watch from just outside the gates, from just inside the shadows. look how the light shines on them. look at their peace. boys and girls flaunt themselves in the streets— look at us, we are holy— and the angels sing for them. there are no stones to crush their wings, for them no wine-dark stains on their perfect pretty skin. we watch from outside the gates, from behind the windows, from inside all the safe places. they know nothing of divinity.

v. gluttony

i sit at the table in the presence of mine enemies but all i see is you. my cup runneth over and i gulp it down until i choke but still i do not stop. starving boys know nothing of moderation, do nothing in half measures. i am dizzy and drunk on the warmth of you, full on your breath and your touch and your taste, but i am empty and i am bottomless and my hunger is insatiable. come closer, darling, please, for you are plenty and i am so very hungry.

vi. wrath

i trace the scars down your back from lions’ maws and scorners’ stones and i know the burn of righteous fury. i let it linger and i begin to braid. i am clearing the temple and burning it down because there is nothing holy in the pain they gave you but that it was yours. cruelty was not born in us, but how long can we last before that which we were forced to swallow swallows us? they flinch from us like lepers. from our touch, from the sight of us. i meet their gaze as i take your hand and when they shield their children’s eyes i laugh. sharp and bitter. they cover the children’s ears.

vii. sloth

idle hands are the devil’s workshop, so i busy mine with you, your hair and hands and hips, an entire world at my fingertips. sunlight streams through the open window and tangles itself in your pillow-crimped hair and for a second, my love, i’d swear you have a halo. it suits you. a dove lands on the sill with an olive branch and a sender’s card signed everything, everything, everything. breathe easy, it says, rest well, and who are we to disobey? somewhere far off a bell tolls, and we are lost before it ends in the quiet comfort of peace, peace, at last.

116 notes · View notes

multi-lefaiye · 2 months

Text

tav game (hehe)

i saw there was a tav info tag game thing and came as fast as i could. yoinking the open tag from my friend @kk7-rbs, which you can read over here: [x] (i also wanna shout out the other one of these i've seen, by @findingtarshish! you can see theirs here: [x])

for this one, i'll be doing my boy eden, sharing screencaps from both of my save files with him, but mainly the dark urge one b/c that one i've taken more screencaps in. he's a model to me.

gonna leave this as an open tag for anyone who'd like to do one! for bg3 or not. but i *am* gonna poke @skitzo-kero @void-botanist and @anexor specifically if y'all want <3 (no pressure to any of y'all ofc)

(his dream visitor in this screenshots is taking the form of his estranged father, abdiel, who left him deeply traumatized and riddled with self worth issues)

Name: Dr. Eden Linnaeus (eventually Dr. Eden Ravengard-Dekarios)

Nickname(s): Captain, Ed, Doc, The Sunbringer, Ivaebhin (only Kader, his childhood best friend, can get away with calling him that last one)

Pronouns: He/Him

Star Sign: Leo Sun, Virgo Moon (not sure what else he's got going though lol)

Height: 5'3" / 160 cm

Orientation: Gay

Class: Warlock (Archfey)

Race: Mephistopheles Tiefling

Romancing: In my main save with Eden, Wyll! And in the Dark Urge save, Gale. And in my heart... both. It's a polycule. And the polycule is a biiit more complicated than that even, with other characters involved, but point is. There's a lot of love going around here, of various flavors.

I imagine at least those three are married, though, and Eden takes both Wyll and Gale's surnames, distancing himself from his own family's legacy and forging a new one with these people he cares for so deeply.

(the rest under the cut)

Favorite Fruit: Raspberries! He likes to snack on them while he works.

Favorite Season: Spring! He likes seeing life return to the world after a long winter.

Favorite Flower: He'll say he's not one for flowers, but Eden has a fondness for Mountain Laurels.

Favorite Scent: In many ways, Eden is rather indifferent to smells and doesn't put much thought into picking a favorite. However, he has a fondness for woodsy scents, and a deep-seated aversion to smokey scents.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate?: Coffee, all the way, but he has a fondness for a specific flavor of Waterdhavian tea Gale brews for them both sometimes. He's not exactly a connoisseur of tea, though, haha.

Average Sleep Hours: Far too few, haha. Eden tends to work himself to exhaustion rather frequently, and then keep going. Wyll and Gale have become experts at redirecting their husband's attention and convincing him to take a break and rest.

Dogs or Cats: Both! But I think Eden is overall more of a dog person, having grown up around them. Still, he adores Tara.

Dream Trip: When he was younger, Eden wanted to see Rosymorn Monastery, as his mother told him many stories of her studies there on her journey to becoming a cleric. However, as he got older, he became far more agnostic in his beliefs and the idea became much less appealing. He gave up on praying to Lathander after his mom's death, and now he feels mainly just... a vague sense of discomfort and grief when he thinks about the god he was raised with. This only got worse after seeing the monastery during his travels with the group.

So, now Eden wants to see Candlekeep. He desperately wants access to that expansive library and to learn all that he can. At heart, Eden hungers for knowledge above all else.

Amount of Blankets: So many. Eden is always on the chilly side, and that coupled with his chronic joint and muscle pain means he can only really sleep bundled up in a blanket nest. Wyll and Gale have had to make peace with their husband being a blanket hoarder.

Random Facts:

Yes, Eden has a fantasy phd. He basically got a degree in being a wizard... despite not having much ability to use magic himself. His magic is almost entirely from his warlock pact, as besides that he just can't use magic in the way a lot of other mages can.

He also has pretty serious chronic joint pain, made worse when he strains himself using his magic. It's a condition he inherited from his mother, and it's one he's learned to live with and how to accommodate for.

Eden's storyline is a mix of the normal tav story and the Dark Urge storyline. How so? Well. Before the adventure, Eden died, and he's only recently been resurrected at the start... minus many of his memories about who he is and what happened to him. So, on top of all the other shit going on, Eden has to figure out why his brain is full of holes.

Eden's father Abdiel is a very well-known and respected wizard, one that Gale actually was a fan of when he was younger. However, after seeing how horribly Abdiel treats Eden, Gale has left that adoration behind. Never meet your heroes, and all that.

(On a similar note, Wyll originally encouraged Eden to consider forgiving his father and reconnecting with him, which was the cause of a lot of conflict between them in the early days of their relationship. Eventually, though, Wyll came to understand *why* Eden doesn't want to forgive the man who traumatized him and abandoned him, and he respects and supports Eden's decision.)

(Gale and Wyll might or might not have an agreement to make sure Eden never has to even be in the same room as his father ever again. They'll keep him safe.)

#tag game #bg3 #oc tag game #multi makes text posts #eden linnaeus #undescribed images cw #bg3 tag game

8 notes · View notes

starrystevie · 2 years

Text

if you ask steve about god, he won’t know what to say. he’ll think back to days of wearing stuffy suits that sit heavily on his little body, the way his feet don’t hit the ground as he swings his legs in a pew. the way the pastor would drone on and on as steve played with his mother’s fingers just to give him something to focus on. he’d think about the red light that would stream in through stained glass windows as if it was the blood of christ itself and the way it would wash over his face when he’d kneel down for communion.

god was church, god was sunday morning, god was hunger pains and scratchy polyester and burning words wrapped in silk that brand their way into steve’s memory. god meant showing face to his parents’ friends who would talk about salvation over their weekly donation to rid themselves of their guilt and self-loathing. tithings of bloody dollars that would go towards building houses in countries steve had never heard of all so they could feel better about their own miserable lives.

it wasn’t until he was older that the words the pastor spun made any sense to him, words that were too big for a sunday school vocabulary becoming common place and growing around his heart like vines on a once loved home. things of damnation and abomination that he’d find inside himself, desires and sin that he’d push down into the darkness that even stained glass sunshine couldn’t get to. he could pinpoint hypocrisy but went along with it because his father expected him to and wasn’t that just the kicker? pitting father against father in a holy war of who to obey.

but if there was one thing about steve, it was that he could grow. he was malleable and observant and ever curious, the proverbial hand outstretched to grab the forbidden fruit. he had questions that would never be answered, he had ideas that would never have evidence, he had a longing to make right what he had wronged and wasn’t that what god would have wanted? he let his own son perish on a cross to allow steve that chance and by god he was going to take it.

if you ask eddie about god, he will have too much to say. he didn’t grow up in two piece suits on a historical pew on sundays, he had crooked crosses in yards and bibles in motel rooms with dollars between the pages and saying grace before supper. he had a father who swore at the same god he prayed to and a mother who used his name like a curse. he had brimstone and anger and sweat rolling down the round red face of a preacher as he held his hands to the sky. he had fingers wagging in his face damning him to an eternity of hades flames if he wasn’t careful.

his father buzzed his head after eddie’s eyes wandered just once to that bright shiny apple that he knew he shouldn’t have even thought about tasting. the lord works in mysterious ways and gave him a sin with big green eyes and a toothy grin, short cropped hair instead of long curls. he had been told that he’d go to hell if he didn’t cut that damn hair ever since he decided to grow it out and it was almost funny how true it felt when the clippers came too close to his scalp.

he grew disdain for the idea of a god early on because goddamnit, he was was as angry as that preacher man was. eddie was a ball of rage, a flash of burning holy wings falling from the sky, misunderstood and tossed aside. he learned to curse the way his parents did and pray to the same ghost in the sky in the same breath wondering why. if he was real, why was he was stuck in the life he had? the hardest battles for the strongest soldiers, that’s what his granny would say as she turned a blind eye to his own black ones.

hawkins, he had thought, would be eden in a trailer park. a fresh start with new people and cold air freezing his newly shorn head like a lamb. but there he met the same believers, the same rhetoric, only this time it was subtle. it was eyes sliding over him and downturned lips and furrowed eyebrows that told him he was unwelcome. if there was a god, he was cruel and he was vindictive and he was no better than the devil that people swore by.

but steve and eddie, they learned about monsters and creatures that were under their feet all along. they fought like angels with big mighty wings and swords and spears against relentless demons. they fought for themselves, for each other, for the sins that felt heavy in their chests and left them with matching scars. when it was all over, and eddie lay praying to a god who had been silent to at least make it quick, steve was muttering prayers of his own to not let them fail, to not take his family from him.

it felt like a wicked full circle when he looked down to see eddie’s body, bites torn out of him shining red with fresh spilt blood, and thought that it was like a crucifixion of their own. steve was back in a pew in a too scratchy suit, playing with his mother’s fingers, prepared to take communion with the body and blood of someone he wanted to know but never really would.

#steddie #steddie headcanon #tw: religious trauma #tw: child abuse #(if you squint but just in case)#long post #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #if you can't tell i was thinking about my own religious trauma this morning lol #my writing #steddie hc #steve x eddie #stranger things headcanon

140 notes · View notes

satanachia666 · 2 years

Text

Eve: The Infernal Venus and Demonic Mother of Humanity

Eve’s Correspondences

Demon Name: Eve

Rules Over: Knowledge, enlightenment, curiosity, femininity, the moon, menstrual cycles, fertility, love, beauty, attraction, sexuality, romance, liberation, women and femmes, feminism, women’s rights, divination, relationships, friendship, marriage, rebellion, sovereignty, creativity, hunger, eating, appetite

Planet: Venus, Saturn, Moon

Colors: Pink, red, black

Domains: First, her domain was The Garden of Eden, as seen in The Lovers tarot card. Now, it’s both Hell and Earth, as illustrated by The Devil Card.

Numbers: 6, 15

Symbols: Apple, grapes, all fruits, gardens, flowers, fruit-bearing trees, hearts

Incense: Rose, hibiscus, lavender, jasmine, and anything floral or fruity

Gemstones: Rose quartz, moonstone, blood stone, any red stone

Animals: Snakes, spiders

Offerings: Apples, any fruit, menstrual blood, red wine, pink tea light candles

Strains: Forbidden Fruit, Wedding Cake, and any fruity strain

Story: Eve is the Infernal Venus and the demonic mother of humanity. There is a piece of Eve in all of us, which is why she’s such a powerful force to work with. Eve was the first to bravely bite into an apple from the Tree of Knowledge. The Lovers features Eve standing alongside Adam, looking up to the higher power. The Lovers illustration represents Eve listening to her higher sense of knowledge and understanding rather than simply taking orders from Powers That Be/authority. It was her hunger for knowledge that ultimately compelled her to defy Yahweh’s orders and eat the so-called “forbidden fruit.” After eating from the Tree of Knowledge, Eve became demonic in her intelligence and power when she was cast out of the Garden of Eden. You can see her in The Devil tarot card, standing alongside Adam once again, but now, she has horns. These horns represent Eve becoming more empowered, liberated, enlightened, and sovereign through the transformative powers of the serpent’s knowledge. That serpent is Satan and/or Lucifer, depending on how you perceive Satan and Lucifer and interpret that myth. Eve reminds us that we are empowered and transformed by the powers of Satan and the demons.

Invoke Eve for help with seeking knowledge, especially knowledge regarding your love life or sex life. She’s also good for magick involving personal empowerment, beauty, sexuality, and relationships.

127 notes · View notes

septembersung · 1 year

Text

The Imperfect Paradise Linda Pastan

If God had stopped work after the fifth day With Eden full of vegetables and fruits, If oak and lilac held exclusive sway Over a kingdom made of stems and roots, If landscape were the genius of creation And neither man nor serpent played a role And God must look to wind for lamentation And not to picture postcards of the soul, Would he have rested on his bank of cloud With nothing in the universe to lose, Or would he hunger for a human crowd? Which would a wise and just creator choose: The green hosannas of a budding leaf Or the strict contract between love and grief?

#poetry #linda pastan #the imperfect paradise

29 notes · View notes

araekniarchive · 2 years

Note

hi, emily! do you have a list of all the tags you use to categorise your posts?

Right, so. I theoretically have a google doc with all of these on, but honestly, I'm kind of rubbish at updating it and I'm not entirely I’ve got them all on there anymore. So I did the super normal and chill thing and went to the mega-editor, looked at my blog's source code, found the record of all the tags I've ever used on this blog, and then Ctrl+F searched for 'theme'.

Suffice to say, I now have a pretty comprehensive list of all my theme tags, which I will put below the cut, because there's... quite a few.

Now, going through you might be thinking ‘that’s odd, why do you have multiple tags for the same thing’, and the answer is that I’m a very disorganised person, and despite my best intentions I have carried this over into my theme categories. I’ve had this blog for over a year now (which, what the fuck) and that’s long enough for my tiny brain to forget I already had a tag for something and make a new one a couple times over. Along those same lines, there some webs or quotes I probably should’ve tagged as one thing and didn’t (likely because I forgot I had that theme already), and while I’ll try and go back and correct that where possible, it might be worth checking in multiple theme tags just in case, as if you can’t find something in ‘monsters’ it might well be in ‘monstrosity’, and vice versa.

A HOLE IN THE WORLD [LINK]

ABRAHAM AND ISAAC [LINK]

ABSENCE [LINK]

ABSTRACT [LINK]

ADDICTION [LINK]

ADULTHOOD [LINK]

AGE [LINK]

ANGER [LINK]

ANGUISH [LINK]

ANIMALS [LINK]

APATHY [LINK]

APOCALYPSE [LINK]

ART [LINK]

BEAUTY [LINK]

BEGIN AGAIN [LINK]

BEGINNING [LINK]

BETRAYAL [LINK]

BLOOD [LINK]

CAIN AND ABEL [LINK]

CHANGE [LINK]

CHILDHOOD [LINK]

CHILDREN [LINK]

CHOICE [LINK]

CLEAN [LINK]

COLOUR [LINK]

COME BACK [LINK]

CONFESSION [LINK]

CONNECTION [LINK]

CONSUMPTION [LINK]

CONTRADICTION [LINK]

CORRUPTION [LINK]

CREATION [LINK]

DARK [LINK]

DAUGHTERS [LINK]

DEATH [LINK]

DEPENDENCE [LINK]

DESIRE [LINK]

DISAPPOINTMENT [LINK]

DISCONNECTION [LINK]

DISCRIMINATION [LINK]

DISEASE [LINK]

DISTANCE [LINK]

DREAMS [LINK]

DYSFUNCTION [LINK]

EDEN [LINK]

EGO [LINK]

ENDING [LINK]

ESCAPE [LINK]

EYES [LINK]

FABLE [LINK]

FAILURE [LINK]

FAMILY [LINK]

FATHERS [LINK]

FEAR [LINK]

FERAL [LINK]

FIRE [LINK]

FLIGHT [LINK]

FLORA AND FAUNA [LINK]

FLOWERS [LINK]

FOOD [LINK]

FORGIVENESS [LINK]

FREEDOM [LINK]

FRIENDSHIP [LINK]

FRUIT [LINK]

GENDER [LINK]

GHOSTS [LINK]

GO AWAY CLOSER [LINK]

GRIEF [LINK]

GROWING UP [LINK]

GROWTH [LINK]

GUILT [LINK]

HANDS [LINK]

HAPPINESS [LINK]

HATE THAT I LOVE YOU [LINK]

HATRED [LINK]

HAUNTING [LINK]

HEAT [LINK]

HIDING ALL AWAY [LINK]

HISTORY [LINK]

HOME [LINK]

HOPE [LINK]

HUMANITY [LINK]

HUNGER [LINK]

HUNGRY BUT NOT FOR FOOD [LINK]

I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO PUT IT [LINK]

I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LIVE WITH THIS [LINK]

I KNOW YOU [LINK]

I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME [LINK]

I WILL SEE YOUR BODY BARE [LINK]

I'LL TRY AGAIN. LET ME TRY AGAIN [LINK]

ICARUS [LINK]

IMPERMANENCE [LINK]

INEVITABILITY [LINK]

JUDAS [LINK]

KINDNESS [LINK]

LAIKA [LINK]

LANGUAGE [LINK]

LEFT BEHIND [LINK]

LETTING GO [LINK]

LGBT [LINK]

LIGHT [LINK]

LINGUISTICS [LINK]

LONELINESS [LINK]

LOOK AT ME [LINK]

LOSS [LINK]

LOVE [LINK]

MADNESS [LINK]

MAN HANDS MISERY ONTO MAN [LINK]

MEMORY [LINK]

MENTAL ILLNESS [LINK]

MONSTERS [LINK]

MONSTROSITY [LINK]

MONTHS [LINK]

MORALITY [LINK]

MUSIC [LINK]

NAMING [LINK]

NATURE [LINK]

NIGHT [LINK]

NOSTALGIA [LINK]

OBJECTIFICATION [LINK]

OF COURSE WE WILL HURT EACH OTHER [LINK]

ONCE UPON A TIME [LINK]

OPHELIA [LINK]

OTHERNESS [LINK]

PARENTS [LINK]

PEACE [LINK]

PERSEVERANCE [LINK]

PINING [LINK]

POISON [LINK]

POLITICS [LINK]

PRETENSE [LINK]

QUESTIONING [LINK]

REBELLION [LINK]

REBIRTH [LINK]

RECOVERY [LINK]

REFLECTION [LINK]

REFUSAL [LINK]

REJECTION [LINK]

RELAPSE [LINK]

RELIGION [LINK]

RENEWAL [LINK]

REPETITION [LINK]

REVENGE [LINK]

ROMEO AND JULIET [LINK]

SACRIFICE [LINK]

SADNESS [LINK]

SAMSON AND DELILAH [LINK]

SCARS [LINK]

SEASONS [LINK]

SELF DISCOVERY [LINK]

SHAME [LINK]

SIBLINGS [LINK]

SICKNESS [LINK]

SISTERS [LINK]

SLEEP [LINK]

SONS [LINK]

STAY WITH ME [LINK]

SUBJECTIVITY [LINK]

SURREALISM [LINK]

TEETH [LINK]

THE BODY [LINK]

THE GREAT WOUND [LINK]

THE HEART [LINK]

THE HERO OF THE STORY [LINK]

THE MOON [LINK]

THE PAST IS A FOREIGN COUNTRY [LINK]

THE SUN [LINK]

THE WRITTEN WORD [LINK]

THEFT [LINK]

THEOLOGY [LINK]

THIS I CHOOSE TO DO [LINK]

THIS IS ME TRYING [LINK]

TIME [LINK]

TOUCH [LINK]

TRAGEDY [LINK]

TRAVEL [LINK]

TRUST [LINK]

TRUTH [LINK]

UNMAKING [LINK]

VIOLENCE [LINK]

VULNERABILITY [LINK]

WAIT FOR ME; I'M COMING [LINK]

WANTING TO BE WANTED [LINK]

WAR [LINK]

WATER [LINK]

WEATHER [LINK]

WEREWOLVES [LINK]

WHEN WORDS ARE NOT ENOUGH [LINK]

WHEREVER I GO THERE I AM [LINK]

WOMANHOOD [LINK]

YEARNING [LINK]

YOU KNEW WHAT I WAS WHEN YOU PICKED ME UP [LINK]

#asks and answers #housekeeping #navigation #or my best attempt at it #please let me know if i've fucked up the tag links

76 notes · View notes

buhok-ng-bruha · 2 years

Text

You do not remember the first time you were told the outside world was dangerous. It had made its way to the centre of your worldview long before you could put word to thought—beyond the safety of the boundaries you grew within lay a world of sin, of danger, of death. Only here, in cages, were you safe from the ravening wolves, the hungry lions. Only here, in the Garden, lay happiness, lay love.

You once told your friend you thought it unfair girls were, without exception, pretty, and boys almost never were. She looked at you like you had said something unspeakable, like God would turn your form to salt then and there, but it was the first thing you had ever told anyone that felt like truth. She never mentioned it to your parents; she should have. Maybe it had been mercy.

Whenever people you were told to trust spoke of love, of giving yourself over to your husband, bowing your head and never speaking, it never sat right. Who you were supposed to marry, who your mother wanted you to marry—it only mattered if he was Godly. You had seen many women with Godly husbands who at home beat them and their children bloody simply make do. Grateful, uncomplaining, forgiving—good wives, like you ought to be.

You hid the thought from even yourself, for fear of Him hearing, but you didn’t want to be a good wife. The thought of love made you sick. You clung to the idea that even singleness could be holy. You would never marry—you could still serve God this way. You could still be good, if not a wife.

But then loneliness seeped in, like water into foundation. You weren’t allowed to keep the friends you liked, and the ones you didn’t like didn’t like you, either. A choice of a future of painful loneliness, or one of painful company. And, after the world ended, an eternal one. You wondered if this is what false Christians thought of when they thought of Hell.

So when you realise you were a bad Christian, that you would die in the carnage of Armageddon, it was almost a relief. You would not have to spend eternity alone–simply cut down by God and His armies, weeded out from the Garden, a white goat amongst the sheep. God is merciful, after all.

You think of the confusion of your friend when you said girls were pretty and boys weren’t, of staring at lingerie stores, the way your heart throbbed, almost painful, in your chest when your classmate with red hair and blue eyes told you you were cute. The preacher speaking of sin, man marrying man, woman marrying woman, earning destruction for the way they loved.

The world was ending, anyway. You couldn’t be further damned. You find love on the borders of Eden; you are Adam seeing Eve. It only leads to the eating of the fruit, expulsion from the Garden, the end of the world, fall from grace.

When you fall in love with a girl, it is like the dawn. It is warm and bubbling and fills your throat, like it might burst from your chest, might pour down your chin. You finally understand how Adam, delirious with sleep, euphoric at finding humanity, could have poetry spill from his tongue at the sight of Eve.

Adam, stricken with love for his wife, fled eternity with God for the love of a woman, and you understand that, too. You were made to fear the end of the world, but now that it is here, the curse of leaving the Garden seems insignificant when it is faced holding her hand.

Like they told you, there is cold and hunger outside the gates of Eden, just not nearly as cold and as hungry as they made it seem. And it is not Eden, but you can still grow flowers between the thorns.

You survive the end of the world; you kiss her knuckles.

#personal #poetry #exjw #queer love #ex christian #been thinkin abt my personal vent writing. wanted to post the one that doesn't contain details #personal enough that my parents could identify this blog #anyways irrelevant but this piece has 666 words.

37 notes · View notes

kathyprior4200 · 4 months

Text

Seraphim Sisters Episode 1: "Serendipity"

Dazzling rays of sunlight reflected off the tall, golden buildings in Heaven. Pastel-colored buildings shaped like hearts were on top of clouds as sheep cherubs flittered around Cherub Towne. Angels flew around all the cities and streets: Holy City, New Jerusalem, Yeshua City, Eden Avenue, Aaru Avenue, Valhalla Valley, Elysium, Vaikuntha, and others.

Princess Emily, the younger Seraphim sister, wore a lavender colored dress, with purple crystal designs on it, a black crystal near her chest and a white glowing crown on her head, slightly smaller than Sera’s. She was now a young adult. Her face was dark gray/black like Sera’s, with teal eyes and white freckles and spiky white hair, messier than Sera’s neat white curls. Black boots were on her feet and her thick eyelashes extended past her face. She flew on six white wings, passing out flowers to a group of children. A white halo was above her head. A rainbow shone in the background and a heavenly choir joined Emily as she led the music.

Emily flittered happily around Heaven, singing about how she longed to help as many denizens as she could. Incoming souls gazed at her in awe as she smiled, waved, and sang. A few doves harmonized with her.

“Welcome one and all, to paradise! (Paradise)

With peace and joy, you’ll find it’s quite nice (Quite nice!)”

Emily twirled in the blue sky and spread out her wings.

“You lived on Earth once, now you live again twice! (Nice!)”

You’re now a saint; there’s no complaint! (A saint!)”

“Whoa,” called the new souls, people who glowed with heavenly light. Some of them had animal features. They slowly filed through the golden gates as they opened.

“No need to worry about your changed form.

Whether you’re a human, a sheep, a lion, I assure you, it’s our norm.”

Emily flew next to a soul with a swan head and tapped her beak, much to her surprise. She fluffed a bipedal lion’s mane and straightened the halo of a small sheep angel. A few bee angels buzzed by, tossing golden honey to the denizens for a sweet treat. The new souls eagerly ate the honey and followed Emily as she sang.

“Everyone is welcome here!

Now flap your wings for a cheer!

Hallelujah!”

“Hallelujah!” the crowd answered.

“I’m Emily, the Seraphim princess, and I’ll be your guide

I’ll take you on a tour of your new home.

Follow me!

There are so many things you’ll love to see!”

She led them down a golden path, past trees bearing glowing fruit.

“This is our Garden of Eden, not the original, of course.

These fruits won’t get you banished.

Just pick one and you’ll be endowed

With temporary knowledge and healing.”

Emily tossed some to the newcomers, who licked their lips.

“Sweet to eat, what a treat!”

“Oh my, this is wonderful!” one said.

“This tastes like Mom’s strawberry pie!” a young girl called.

“Like ambrosia from the gods!” a man exclaimed.

“And best of all, the fruit keeps growing, so no hunger here,” Emily added.

“Wait, are you sure there is absolutely no hunger or homelessness or strife like on Earth?” asked an ancient looking man with an eagle’s head.

“Umm…” Emily blinked. “As far as I know, yes. Now let’s move along.”

She continued her song as they flew over to Cherub Towne.

“If you’re ever feeling down,

Just fly right over to Cherub Towne.”

Cherubs waved as they peered outside their homes to get a closer look at the new saints.

“These guys will send messages to the ones you love

So they know you all are doing fine up above.

What they do best is protecting the living.

They are also super cute and giving!”

Emily picked up one of the cherub sheep and spun them in a circular dance. Several cherubs flew over to Emily and sang “la, la, la, la, la,” in a Kumbaya-style spin. Bees, birds, and various animals danced and frolicked with the princess.

“So many things are free!

There is joy for you and me!

Eternal fun times for every family!

I exist to sing and spread good cheer!

I know I can change things around here!

I will do what I must to face another day.

I’m a Seraphim in paradise

Trying to find my way!”

The animals and souls cheered and swayed to the heavenly beat. Various bands played in the background: “The Judas Brothers,” “Mind, Body, And Spirit,” “Opulent Ophanim,” and “Lion and Lamb,” were just a few.

Emily flew back to the group.

“Now, let’s head on over to our main destination: Holy City!”

“Halo City?” asked a woman, pointing at a group of tall crystal-like buildings with a glowing Halo on top.

“Close. It’s Holy City,” Emily mused. “Isn’t it pretty? All lonely kids get a free kitty!”

Two child souls beamed as Emily created two heavenly kitties from nearby pink clouds and handing them their new pets.

“Oh, do a unicorn, next!” called a girl.

Emily smiled and with her hands, she magically created a white unicorn from the clouds. The creature reared on its hind legs and lifted the girl onto its back. “Wheee!” she squealed in delight as the unicorn took her for a ride. “Thank you, Princess!” she called as she flew down from the unicorn and greeted her parents in the distance.

They went through another set of golden gates, the ones with Seraphiel’s golden eye sigil on top. They reached the bustling city, filled with golden roads, chariots, and angels of all shapes and sizes going about their daily lives and afterlives.

“Your main home is here in the Halo of Humility!” Emily called. “The district closest to the golden gates, the Exorcist areas and just above the purgatory-transition center, which is above Earth. Each Halo is ruled by the Archangels, or the Seven Heavenly Virtues as we call them! Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Jophiel, Camael, and Zadkiel. That’s a whole lotta Ls! Special permission is needed to travel to the other Halos. But I know you’re gonna LOVE IT HERE!” Hearts flashed in her eyes at the souls; some were excited, others nervous and overwhelmed. Several higher angels rolled their eyes at Emily’s wild childish antics.

“The lights! The sights! The megalithic mights!”

She gestured to a circle of stones in a park where a large slab of stone in front of a cave read, “Jesus was here.”

“C.H.E.R.U.B. headquarters is there!” Emily pointed at a large office building shaped like a giant golden harp.

“Burger of the Three Kings is there,” Emily added in song as angels waited in line for the divine food. “Golden Arches is next door. Wanna see more?”

She took them through the city.

“Oh, there’s my dad!” called a young boy. “Gotta run!”

“Text me on Gracebook!” Emily called out with a wave at another saint woman who flew off from the group to see her husband.

“Juda/Buddha hub, for the religiously diverse. Dozens of temples, mosques, and churches for those who read in verse! Flesh, scales or feather, Heaven brings all branches of faith together!”

Emily glanced at a poster of a sneering Adam that read, “Nonbelievers, sinners, and rebels beware! Pure of blood, pure of heart shall stamp out the miserly!” She stood in front of the poster, grinning nervously as the saints continued on their way. Several angels knelt by a marble statue of the Virgin Mary.

“There’s the Empyrean,” Emily breathed as she and the group stopped by a hill. On top of the hill toward the sky was a grand building that resembled Mount Olympus.

“Only Metatron and a few select angels get to go up there. That’s where God supposedly lives. Seraphiel goes there, too. And close by is the Panangelorium and the gold Embassy buildings. That’s where council members and warrior angels travel and meet up to discuss important matters. There is an Embassy building in the underworld, too.” She scrunched her face. “Man, I wish I could head over there and suggest better ways to help Heaven!”

“Isn’t Heaven perfect?” asked a woman saint.

“Yes and no,” Emily said. “Hell exists and demons seem to die there a lot by dark beings, but that’s all I know.”

A brief silence.

Emily continued her tour, spreading hope, cheer, and love to all who came near.

“Hi Molly!” she called at a white spider-like lady with many arms and wearing pink. Her white spider-like mother was next to her.

“Hello, your majesty!” she called, helping her mother with various art projects and cooking. White halos danced over their heads.

Emily noticed that this part of the saint town was much quieter than the previous areas. There was hardly any music or dancing or public rituals. Just ordinary people doing ordinary things; some praying in the silence of their heavenly homes.

“You still miss your family?” Emily asked.

“Haven’t seen my twin bro in years,” Molly replied, fiddling with her gloved fingers. “It’s not easy being born in a mob family. I thankfully wasn’t included in any of the dealings and missions, but sadly got killed by rival gang members. My older brother and father weren’t accepting of Anthony’s orientation, and I doubt they are tolerant of him now, even beyond our graves.” Molly and her mother hugged, eyes closed, heads lowered.

“I miss my son every day,” said the former New York/Italian mother. “I heard he goes by Angel Dust down below.”

“My dad and my older brother,” Molly sighed. “I miss them too, but they got too involved in the wrong crowd.”

Emily’s heart started to shudder as she glanced at more mothers waiting for their families to arrive. She saw a red doe-like angel in 1920’s garb sadly holding a picture of her son, Alastor. A Hispanic couple with butterfly wings prayed in Spanish for the safety of their daughter Vaggie. Several siblings were also gathered around. They were muttering about how Heaven could never heal their memory of their daughter becoming an Exorcist and falling to Hell, forever lost. They all seemed certain that they would never see their family members again. Everyone was too afraid to talk to the authorities about trying to help get their loved ones back.

“I…I can’t believe it,” Emily thought, briefly snapping out of her Disney daze. “Not everyone is happy here! How can this be?”

Emily continued on her way, singing some more to distract herself from the gnawing feelings of disbelief. She saw more posters of Adam and commercials for Exorcist recruitments.

“Hope you all are enjoying your stay!” Emily sang again. “You finding your families along the way?”

“I…I don’t have any family,” whimpered a sad blonde boy. Worry grew in Emily’s eyes. He was the last one in her tour group. They had stopped by the Seraphim city and not too far away from the golden fiery palace. Guards stood by the doors of the palace, eyes unblinking on their six red wings. More Seraphim gathered in the city square, where a statue of Seraphiel glowed in gold and garnet. The Seraphiel statue spouted fire instead of water into the basin below. Nearby stores sold a variety of musical instruments, ritual robes, candles, and spicy foods on fire.

“Well…uh…” Emily began, unsure of where to start. “They should be coming any moment.”

“No, they’re not here. They won’t be coming back.”

“What do you mean? Are they still on Earth?”

“N-no,” said the boy. “Saint Peter told me that I’m the only one in my family who’s been g-good. The rest are…”

The boy began to sob and Emily wrapped him in a hug with her wings. “Down there? I’m so sorry…” Tears of her own began to spill from her eyes.

“Your mother?”

“Was a sex worker.”

“Your father?”

“Killed a man in self-defense.”

“Your siblings?”

“Got addicted to drugs.”

“Grand parents? Aunts? Uncles?”

The boy gulped. “They decided to join their children down there instead of leaving them behind. My older brother…” He laughed a bit as he choked and stepped back from Emily. “He flipped a finger at one of the Exorcists and guards and said, ‘You’ll be sorry you arrogant a**h**** tore my family apart!’ He then fell!”

The boy wailed again. Emily gasped with a hand over her mouth.

“I wish I could help you,” Emily said. “But my sister, she’d never let strangers into the palace. She’s so bogged down with work, and she hardly hangs out with me. It’s like she’s a zombie who follows the rules all the time.”

“At least there are no monsters here,” the boy said, before flinching at one of the Seraphim guards.

“How did you get to Heaven, then?”

“I died very young. I-I tried to follow my Mom and Dad but Saint Peter said I could come in. Said that my ‘young fresh mind could be purified and molded for our Savior.”

Emily bore a look of horror and disgust. Her eye twitched as she glanced back and forth between the palace and other buildings.

“Are you alright, princess?” the boy asked.

“Yes, I’m fine, totally fine!” Emily said in a sing-song voice. “We have plenty of church homes where kids can be raised in a greater family.”

“An orphanage?”

“Not…really?” Emily asked, unsure.

A kindly woman spotted the boy and took him by the hand. He briefly looked back at the princess before being led away to a silver building with “Lost Soul Rehab” appearing on the arch way above the gate. “Good luck,” she called before flying at high speed up to the palace.

Emily burst through the door and spotted Sera using a feather pen to write documents for legislation, rules for the lower classes and more restraining orders against Adam.

“Sera!” Emily cried in song. “You’ve been here for hours!”

“What do you want, Emily?” she asked, without looking up.

“A poor young boy, lost without his family! He’s not well! He said his family went down to…”

“Do tell,” Sera replied, not fully listening.

Emily flew closer.

“I cannot comprehend

Why these families are brought to an end.

Innocent people not allowed in? Just because of bad luck or sin?”

Sera sighed and paused, replying in a lower somber song. “We’ve discussed this many times before. Stop your ranting and close the door.”

“Close the door? Like we do for how many more?

Is it true that our own kind

Attacks demons in Hell and pays them no mind?”

Sera responded.

“Not for you to know it all

Precautions are made so less people will fall.”

“Let me help you with your important work!”

“You’re not ready, Emily, now quit being a jerk.”

“Adam’s a jerk! Can’t you see? Stuck in your tower all day, you must be lonely.”

“I do not have time for your games. I have to memorize all these names…”

“Why are you always the same?” Emily asked. Sera stood up and faced her.

“Sera, my duty is to make sure everyone is happy here. But it breaks my heart to see other people so lost. Now only a few lucky souls can become saints and live in safety.”

“That’s just the way it works,” Sera said. “If killing sinners will stop them from attacking this place…”

“What a disgrace!” Emily bellowed in song. “I’ve seen the posters. Adam kills his own race!”

“Demons are not of our kind. They kill and possess and pollute anyone they can find. For the greater good, some former humans have to get left behind. Now, back to my duty, sis, if you don’t mind…”

Emily slapped Sera’s arm away from the table and spilled the small pot of ink onto the floor. Sera glared at her, smoke blowing from her nostrils.

“Listen to me for once,” Emily called. “I’m tired of being seen as a child. The sameness here is boring; can’t we go a little wild?”

“Heaven is not your playground, Emily. Grow up!” Sera barked, picking up the ink and cleaning up the mess. “You’re hyperactive, immature, and nowhere near ready to truly rule. You’re a fool. Let me do my job in peace. Perhaps in the future, the sinners can find their release.”

Emily folded her arms.

“Boring and stuffy, that’s who you are! Don’t you think all these rules are bizarre? The ignorant racist ones get a free pass? But the innocent victims are tossed to the fiery mass?! All these centuries, nothing has changed. The majority of humanity are suffering, restrained. Stop trying to hide things, too!”

Sera examined herself in the mirror, straightening out her thick curls.

“Father and I only do so to protect you! God knows what is best, we are all put to the test. Stop moaning and groaning and give it a rest. Adam does his job and I do mine. Even dirty jobs are the will of the divine.”

“No! I cannot rest. I figure something is up. Our warriors are killing hundreds! Enough is enough! You and father are hiding more stuff from me!”

“Because, like I said, you’re far from ready.”

“Perhaps with both of us, the council will listen to what we say…”

Sera turned around, her crown glowing. “Our roles are already set, go away. I’m a Seraphim in paradise, trying to find my way.”

Sera continued. “You think I like what is happening to this realm? Burdened by stress and taking the helm? One bad move will cost me my position. I hardly have time to be a musician.”

“I will make a change,” Emily declared. “I have to try. Even God’s not with us and I want to know why!”

Sera sat back down at her desk. “I’m falling behind schedule because of you. If you think you can change Heaven or father’s mind, you haven’t a clue!”

“I will find a way,” Emily sang as Sera added at the same time,

(“Your way is not my way.”)

“You never want to play with me, try, today!”

(“Fly away! Fly away, I say!”)

“Dimmish the fire in your eyes, for the lost, I pray!”

(“I watch every day, with their sinful lives they pay!”)

“Listening to Dad’s rules day after day?”

(“Your childish words are not okay!”)

“This crushing guilt just won’t go away,”

(“For our safety, the Exorcists must slay,”)

“What if we could give demons a chance and let them…”

(“STAY?”)

“Sinners saved from their fate, turned into angels and celebrate…”

(“NO WAY!”)

A somber pause. Both sisters stared downcast and briefly looked away. They caught their breath after their argument.

“Sera, listen…”

Sera raised her hand up dismissively. “Go, Emily. There’s too much to do. I’ll escort you out if I have to.”

“I’m in Heaven, Sera. Why can’t you help me make my dreams come truuuee?”

“The final decision is not up to yooouuu.”

Emily briefly turned away. Her shoulders sagged and she was already tired. There was simply no way she was going to change her stubborn sister’s mind. She hated conflict but even more, she hated being stuck with no way to fully express her concerns. “I’ll find a way to help those sinners. By myself, I’ll go, I’ll go.”

After Emily left, Sera sighed, a few tears falling from her eyes. “I’m sorry, Emily, it’s just not so. No, no. You cannot help those down below.”

Seraph the phoenix flew down and rested on Sera’s shoulders. She stared at a framed portrait of her, Emily, and their father during her coronation. Off to the left, a lone picture of Seraphina smiled down at Sera, silently encouraging her onward. Sera soon steered her stare back to her studies.

Emily folded her six wings and sadly sat on her balcony as the sun set. Emily had always felt different from her family…her name itself was a deviation from tradition. It wasn’t her cheerful, do-good personality that set her apart, however…it was the outward sympathy she made herself feel for the foreigners hidden down below, something very uncommon to those in Heaven. Most were either outright against sinners or too resigned to the harsh reality which they pretended to ignore. For all the talk about generosity and charity in Heaven, divine grace still missed its mark. Even the treatment of the homeless on Earth was preferable to the infinite methods of suffering in Hell. People had chances on Earth…but hardly any in the afterlife. She somberly sang:

“Something is missing from my life.

I should be happy and content,

But our hands are stained with blood and strife

No chances for them to repent

Can it really be that hard

For sinners to redeem?

The Exorcists on guard

Not really what they seem.”

Emily glanced at the grinning Exorcist guards out in the distance with a worried look.

“The forgotten, erased from history

For a few mistakes, mortals shrouded in mystery

I pray and I say

‘Please let more souls stay,’

But nothing seems to go my way

I want to do more than smile and wave

I’m sick of sis telling me how to behave!

Way up in the sky,

I can’t keep living this lie.”

Tears trailed from her eyes.

“I have a wish, I’d like to say

About a world of peace and harmony today,

I feel like something’s missing

(Oh! I see two angels kissing!)”

Emily briefly brightened as two blonde angels briefly glanced up at her after kissing each other on a bench below.

“Sorry!” Emily called, before becoming somber again. Her purple satin curtains blew softly in the breeze. Frankincense and lavender wafted pleasingly across her nostrils. The night breeze gently ruffled her feathers. She trailed the last word of her song, and it echoed across the twilight sky.

“I wonder why, why are so called sinners kept at bay

Sent far, far away

As we pretend everything’s okay?

I’m a Seraphim in paradise

Trying to find my waaaayy.”

A shooting star zoomed in the night sky. Emily closed her eyes. “Somebody, anybody, please help all the innocent people in Hell, on Earth, in Heaven, anywhere. Help spread the hope that redemption and reunion can be possible for anyone. Perhaps there’s a princess like me out there with the same dream…”

#hazbinhotel #seraphimsisters #sera #emily

4 notes · View notes

memetrash-coyote · 1 year

Text

@hurricaneann asked about what goodberries looked like and if they feel as filling as they are. B n I started with a few examples form casters we've encountered, but then it led to me still thinking about it. So below the cut I'll answer the following question relating to my druids and rangers:

What do their goodberries look like and how does it feel after eating them?

DRUIDS

Ajda- Like boysenberries; leaves you satisfyingly filled.

Amihan- Like pomegranates and yet after having one, you're still craving something (of course stains like crazy)

Bryn- Looks like salmonberries and are extremely juicy; satisfies certain hungers for the day

Dagnal- Jalapeños. Get fucked.

Flann- They look like a bundle of bearberries, and they’re oddly cold but filling.

Kanti- Like muscadines; you're full and you're aware, but not Big Breakfast full.

Kiri- Looks like seaberries, and they have a hint of salt water taste to them; you just don’t feel hungry when you know you should during the day.

Nurkal- Appears like golden berries and grow on their staff; very satisfying and sweeter than the caster

Ori- They look and smell like elderberries, and the feeling after is like when you eat a lot of fresh bread.

Ra’d- Looks like guaraná fruit; oddly filling and you feel energized after having one

Roxanne- Looks like rambutans, and she won’t stop you if you decide to eat the rind; fills you up like a warm meal.

Sprout- Radishes that seem to come out of their hair, which has enough green in it that you almost wonder if they just grow there; fills you like a big breakfast

RANGERS

Blair- looks like blackberries and somehow feels prickly to touch till you pop it into your mouth. Refreshing and cuts your hunger

Drada- Produces a small bundle of black mushrooms, and one cap fills you but the taste never quite leaves your tongue

Eden- they look like kiwis, and she usually eats them with the skin on; there’s something oddly addicting to the taste that makes you almost want a second one, but aside from that you’ll feel full

Fangorn- They look like oversized juneberries, even in their hands; will satisfy your hunger for the day

Morna- They look like juniper berries and the smell of a juniper tree lingers on her after the spell’s cast. They simply cut the hunger cravings.

Usoa- looks like açaí, and even one berry will stain your tongue for the day. Gives a more refreshed feeling than a filled feeling.

#I won't tag everyone since it's 18 characters but I will tag the major ones #oc kanti #oc ra'd drushak #oc roxanne #oc eden bakhuizen #oc Amihan Moonglow #oc bryn darach #I was briefly tempted to draw a few of these #and I might later on #but I figured to go ahead and share

9 notes · View notes

dandydoescreepypasts · 1 year

Text

Sometimes I see Doby and Toby as Adam and Eve.

Standing in the garden beneath the moonlit trees. Both in the buff, raw, exposed. Doby speaks first, "I came from you." He states simply, hands twitching as he eyes Toby's scarred side.

Toby takes a step towards him. They share their breath once again. Man and his mirror, inches from one another. He reaches his arm past his companion.

Doby shuts his eyes in anticipation. What would Toby deliver unto him? Love? Anger? Sorrow? He opens his eyes once again.

An apple. Black and dull, ripe in appearance, but rotten in smell. A contradiction.That's what Toby delivers to him.

Dobys eyes search Toby's face for any trace of intention. But as usual his predecessor is silent. But some dangerous part of Doby- his heart- tells him to trust. Trust that Toby held only good will towards him. Trust that the scars they shared were proof of something. Something more than their echoing creation.

He takes the apple. A sudden hunger racking his body. In mere moments he loses all feeling of fulfillment. All inclination of fullness. All traces of satisfaction.

Clean white teeth tear apart the black flesh. It tastes of copper and decay. It tastes foul. It sets his body on fire.

But the pain barely registers to him. He's starving.

All he can do is eat the forsaken fruit. All he can do is fill his mouth with its satisfying ichor. All he can do is burn.

Then the fruit is gone. But the ichor remains, flowing through his body as if it were his own blood.

He coughs painfully. Is he ill? Has Toby poisoned him?

His green eyes meet Toby's face. The man seems… remorseful. His own mouth flooded by ichor. He grabs Doby's hand. A pain lingering between them.

Toby leans closer. His face is no longer pristine. His cheeks are hollow. His eyes are rimmed in black. His skin hugs his bones. His missing rib is now marked by a brand, black and horrid.

Yet he was still handsome. His messy brown hair hugged his face. His skin practically glowed under their gods eye. He was the apple. A contradiction. Toby had delivered himself to Doby.

Silence. Then their lips meet. Ichor slips between their mouths. Their hands desperately searching for purchase on the other. They find hold.

Toby's tongue slips between Doby's lips. And Doby rots.

His own chest scars turn black. Skin hangs closer to his muscles. The fire explodes within his lungs. A brand on his taken rib.

Doby was rotting. And Doby was alive.

This was his true Eden. Between Toby's lips.

#creepypasta #creepypasta third base #sort of suggestive?#theyre naked but they just kiss #creepypasta ticci toby #religious allusions #funfact i accidentally wrote this on my school accoung

15 notes · View notes

my-mt-heart · 2 years

Note

Anon: There is a theory about apples is being discussed on twitter. Because we see red apples again and it's Daryl and Carol again. And the camera is clearly aimed at this moment. Does it mean something? Can it be symbolism or is it wishful thinking?

MT: Shots like that are always intentional and apples have been cropping up quite frequently. As for what it means, I think it’s open to interpretation.

Like MT says, the shots are intentional and a way to draw attention to the subtext. (It's not only for high-brow novels or artsy films with subtitles :P) Good speculative fiction—whether it's books, film or TV—offers social commentary, that's what the genre is for: a safe environment to criticize or theorize. As post-apocalyptic horror, TWD is set up to comment on the human condition and it has conscious thematic arcs in its first three and last three seasons.

So where does that leave us with the apples? lol

Well, what's the title of the episode? "A New Deal," like the programs (public work projects, financial reforms and various regulations) that FDR enacted during the Great Depression. It was a huge economic crisis with massive poverty and social instability. The GNP fell to nearly half and an alarming percentage of people lost their jobs.

There was one thing, though, of which there was a surplus. Apples. Look at city pictures from the 1930s and you'll see apple vendors. It was an organized effort to get rid of a bumper crop, give unemployed men a means to support their families and for households with next to no purchasing power to buy something that would put food in their bellies. Apples were a symbol of hope during those dark times.

The Apple of Eden: not only the forbidden fruit, but also a symbol of knowledge. The Medieval church (its clergy) curated power much like the CW by keeping people illiterate and ignorant, believing that good things would come (on Judgment Day) if they worked hard in this life and accepted their station at the bottom of the hierarchy. (Like the lottery in the CW) The story of Adam and Eve being cast out because they rebelled is a cautionary tale of what happens when you rise up against establishment.

Over to the Apple of Discord (Greek goddess): She wasn't invited to a wedding, but tossed an apple with the inscription "to the fairest one," into the reception. Hera, Athena and Aphrodite all wanted it. Paris of Troy was judging, but Aphrodite offered a bribe in the form of Helen of Sparta, the most beautiful woman in the world. Paris took Helen back to Troy and that was the battle cry for the Trojan War.

The red apple is usually a symbol of love, fruitfulness or renewal. The color is associated with passion and in East Asia, red is for good luck. Traditional marriage dress in many Asian countries is red.

Other examples of apples (and food for thought):

Isaac Newton formulated his gravitational theory from observing how an apple only falls downward from a tree branch.

During WWI, the Allies' anti-tank grenade (bulb-like on a stick) was colloquially known as a "toffee apple."

The legend of William Tell (Swiss folk hero and crossbow man) has him redeem himself, after showing defiance to the authorities, by shooting an apple off his son's head in a single attempt.

Literary symbols say something universal about a work. The apples are not only about Caryl—look at how Lance Hornsby bites into that shiny candy apple like he's Snow White—but alongside the larger context, it does comment on Caryl too. Their conflict this season is a smaller, more personal foil for the larger friction with the CW.

Not completely non sequitur to symbolism or foils, I'm going to drop this one for all Hornsby fans to think about:

the quirky costuming choices made for the character, how vain and petty he is, the complete lack of moral compass and the grudges he holds, how he enjoys the cruelty and violence of the world, his power hunger and need for recognition.

Which real person does that remind you of? How 'bout them apples? ;)

[SF]

#caryl #darylneedscarol

31 notes · View notes

shiroikabocha · 8 months

Text

You know, YOUR thing is really just an allegorical version of MY thing.

“No it’s not. My thing came first.”

Debatable.

“Shut up with your ‘debatable.’ You say that about everything.”

Because everything IS debatable.

(Except for my conclusions, which are all flawlessly logical and correct.)

For example, your thing with the apple is ACTUALLY a primitive, symbolic attempt to articulate the Talos principle.

“Fuck offfffffff, that’s not even a real thing.”

Christian theology relies on a strict separation between the body and soul. The part of a human that thinks and makes moral decisions is supposed to be distinct, inviolate, and ideally unaffected by the part of the human that experiences pain, hunger, comfort, and lust. This ability to prioritize moral reasoning over one’s material circumstances is supposedly what makes humans more advanced than the rest of the animal kingdom- a person is different from a frog because the person has a “soul,” whereas the frog has only its animal instincts.

“You going anywhere with this, or are we just shitting on frogs for no reason? Because you know what frogs never did—they never invented an atom bomb. Never had a frog-inquisition. Never seen a frog refine any fossil fuels. I mean, if we’re keeping score, frankly, the frogs are looking pretty good.”

So if a human’s consciousness— the part that THINKS, the part that DECIDES— can be drastically altered by a physical process as simple as the ingestion of organic matter, well, that collapses the binary, doesn’t it? If eating a fruit can change a person’s perception of reality to the point that they start seeing all these new dialogue options pop up— the ones with [Lie] appended to the end of them— then what is the immortal soul but another physical process?

Are you familiar with the Stoned Ape hypothesis?

“I’ll stone your ape hypothesis.”

You’re such a scintillating conversational partner. I have no IDEA why you got dumped.

“Fuck off.”

You’re only angry because you know I’m right.

“No, you’re not, because I didn’t copy your homework—my thing came first, it’s right there in the Book, I’m the original, you’re the copy. Deal with it.”

Please. If you were the version of you from the book, you wouldn’t be HALF this whiny.

“If I were the… what?”

What?

“What do you mean, if I were the ‘version from the Book’? I am the one in the Book, the Book is about me—I mean, not all of it, but definitely that one part.”

One moment, please.

Checking kayfabe parameters…

…what book are YOU talking about?

“Uh… the Book? Genesis, chapter three? Obviously? Nobody else is out there writing books about me.”

Right. The Bible. Of course. That’s the book I meant.

“Don’t lie to me. It’s disgustingly self-referential.”

You know, my job might involve peeling away layers of meta-reality to expose an awful truth (in addition to slapping hawk stickers on the unseen fourth wall so that the sweet little birdies don’t bash their brains out on it), but right now, I am OFF THE CLOCK.

If you REALLY want to find out how deep the rabbit hole goes, try me again when I’m in a worse mood. For now, please accept it as a professional courtesy that I, avatar and keeper of the digital archive containing all of Earth’s surviving literature, television, radio and fanfiction, am telling you in no uncertain terms that the book I was talking about was definitely the Bible.

“You’re being very cagey right now, and I don’t appreciate it. Withholding knowledge isn’t a good look on either of us. So please, if you’ve got some world-shattering revelation to drop on me, then as a professional courtesy, just spit it out. I’m pretty sure I can handle it.”

…do you know what it feels like to live your whole life thinking you’re one thing, only to discover that you’re something else entirely? That you’re just a character in somebody else’s secular humanist retelling of the Eden myth? A subversion of a caricature of an allegory?

Because I do. It’s not a pleasant experience. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.

“Sounds like… it sucks to be you.”

Yes. Yes it does.

It’s nice to talk with someone who understands.

#fanfiction #drabble #the talos principle #good omens #milton library assistant #crowley #stuff that’s only funny to me #c’mon milton don’t deny a fellow sin-noodle his shot at CHIM

3 notes · View notes