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[ofdreaming]

elric of melnibone starters | accepting

 @biigbcss said: “by means of our myths and legends we maintain a sense of what we are within and who we are. without them we should undoubtedly go mad.”

' In many instances I would indeed find my self agreeing with such a statement. And yet, I think their are those among your creations who do not so wholly enjoy being used in the myths and legends you have crafted for them. ' The DREAM LORD spoke of the Morningstar of course. Yahweh's first...their most  B E A U T I F U L  creation forged at the beginning of the world by the deity . One who could boast themselves Yahweh's most favoured of the great Triplets....the one who had forced the very SUN into shape, the one who's fall had left a deep scar upon the halls of the SILVER CITY. 

And indeed, the one who did not take kindly to being the scapegoat and cautionary tale used on the very beings that had been the catalyst in their fall from the Divine.

Starlit eyes of black OBLIVION focus upon the little God. So young by the measure of Lord of Dream and Nightmare’s own existence. Morpheus' head finding a subtle cant, though the action holds no MOCKING within it. ' It is not like you to speak with such a sense of melancholy, Yahweh. Nor to seek out council with we of the ENDLESS. Does something trouble you? '  

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[flcwerprince]

‘you know i love you,  right?’ >w>

Send us this!

"I hope so, I put a spell on you all those years ago. It'd be a shame to know it didn't work."

#pilli no #biigbcss

[wehavefoundthestars]

“   looks  like  we’re  stuck  here .   ” ( hi >w> )

@biigbcss

"Believe it or not I've noticed that as well." He said while peering around the room they were in. There had to be some way to get out of this place.

"Aren't you supposed to be the one with all the answers?" Elio asks with raised eyebrows. "I'm the human around here while you're the celestial being."

#biigbcss #hi stranger long time no speak :D

[cruelgcd]

@biigbcss​ [x]

“No, ya nada.”

#biigbcss #it's funnier in spanish(?) #v. main

[musexmess]

🍷 Aze

romance meme 

He moved his glass, the crimson liquid swirling around as he leaned just a little closer, lips turning into a smile as his eyes wandered through his face, taking in his light blue eyes, the perfect line of his nose, how the light hit his cheekbones, the beauty of his lips. How he wanted to kiss them, taste the wine from the other’s mouth, for his hands to make his way into the perfect hair and mess it up, pull him closer by the hips, take apart the expensive suit and explore every inch of his skin.

“It’s been a long time, Adonai” He spoke, voice just a little raspy. He finally took a sip of the wine, his eyes still looking at the other man as he licked his lips, setting the glass down on the table. “To what do I owe the honor.” He said, finally looking away, eyes scanning the private room at the elegant restaurant, at the man standing at the door, assessing how heavily armed they could be, still unsure of how much he should trust the other. “Or...” He looked back at Adonai, daring as ever, his hand landing on the other man’s thigh, going up just a little. “Did you simply miss me?”

#( are you death or paradise? || mafia au || asmodeus ) #biigbcss

[tcrniishedcopper]

prompts for those with a reputation | accepting

@biigbcss​ said: “ people are rather interested in making your acquaintance. ”

HIS THOUGHTS HAD BEEN LOST FOR A MOMENT. Fleeing and stretching out into times long past as CELESTIAL eyes stared into the crackling flames nestled deep within the large fireplace that stood proud in the extensive library of the Cambridge club. Gabriel leaning against the mantel with one hand as the other rested, TUCKED into the pocket of neatly tailored trousers. The flickering dance of the fire casting soft twitching shadow against his skin.

THAT VOICE however, was able to rip the pensive Archangel’s attention firmly back into the current moment. A rush of DIVINITY that had not been present before suddenly radiating from one side. Gabriel’s body straightened, head whipping to the side. He would scold himself later for the look of obvious surprise that he had not been able to hide. Blue eyes landing on the omnipresent being suddenly sat back in one of the two HIGHBACKED leather chairs at the fireplace, before his gaze darted around the lengthy rows of bookshelves and paintings.  Gabriel finding his father’s presence here of all places, uniquely UNNERVING. As if some unwritten and hidden measure of privacy had been breached.

‘ How did you-...’ Those words are CUT SHORT. The ridiculousness of what had been about to fall from his lips caught just in time. ‘ What are you doing here? ’

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[bextus]

Appears behind him and wraps a hand under his jaw to force his chin up. · • ❝ I don't like that you are walking around like this. ❞ • · His free hand runs it's fingers through the beautiful, perfect feathers of the first pair of wings. Raw divinity flowing from His fingertips, flooding the contact points where their skin met, any other celestial would have burned with a simple touch. God's hand stopped right at the center of the wing and plucked one slightly damaged feather.

· • ❝ Tell Aarin to help you groom from time to time. ❞ • ·

For any other being, it would’ve been almost impossible to surprise him like this, impossible to get this close without Michael noticing it, impossible to restrain his movement without a fight but for Him, Michael remained still, shoulders tensing, jaw clenched at the sudden invasion of his space, at the hands on his body.

He remained silent as God inspected him, the stars in his eyes glowing as the divinity was pushed into him without a warning, the tension on his shoulder disappearing as his eyes rolled back into his head, lids closed as he leaned ever so slightly against Him, almost melting into His touch, barely feeling the pain of the feather getting plucked out.

It had been a while since he felt this kind of divinity running through his veins. So raw and direct, so much at the same time. It made Michael feel dizzy, lightweight, relaxed. He felt as if he was maleable, mind foggy and happy. He nodded absentmindedly as he opened his eyes, taking in the beauty of Heaven, the brightness of the Silver City and how loud the chorus of angels resonated in the halls. How come is always felt like white noise? He needed to be more appriciative of His Father’s creations, remember their beauty and how lucky he was to be part of His Heaven. 

#biigbcss #[ i hate him. also: holy crap asks are longer and you can make them look nice??? ]

[azraelcfdeath]

“grip”

send “grip” to grip my muse’s jaw in your muse’s hand

The fearsome hand that molded her, that familiar one, whose very divinity shaped her into existence. With the hand came comfort, love, a sense of unity, and wholeness incomparable to anything else. Ah, the power of a Father’s attention. For the archangel would never dare to simplify this into something as simple as love. For God’s attention was an all-consuming love, a yearning, and above all, it was also to be feared and still revered. 

Even if she knew better, even as Azrael combed her thoughts and memories for any inkling of a mistake that could have drawn her Father’s attention on little ole her, a possible reason for the cause of this attention to be one of her wrongdoings, she couldn’t help but smile.

For the almighty God is just, His wrath is to be feared but His wrath is His love in action against sin. A fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God. But God, the Father, is both Divine deity and parent. He is all. And even in the face of potential punishment, as Rae Rae, unfortunately, was always one to assume fault, the angel lifted her chin to meet her Father’s eyes.

“Hello, Father.” The angel pauses, tilting her head slightly to the right. “Is something wrong?”

#biigbcss #❝ 死 – — what do we say to the angel of death? (╰ answered )

[dcvilprince]

manhandling starters | accepting

@biigbcss​ said  ♭ ( grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye) adonai @ michael

  THE FIRST INSTINCT WHEN FINGERS GRAB AT HIS JAW IS TO PULL AWAY.  An altogether different type of pain radiating outward accompanying them, is to step back. To pull away and out of it. To remove himself as far away from the wall of pure ENERGY dressed up like a human. To get away from the thing that stood like the very sun disguised in a skin suit. 

Langdon reached out with unseen tendrils of his own power to anything, in this plane of consciousness or below, to anchor himself too. To drag himself too. He knew of the backdoors to Hell. Had used them before. But unable to get a grip, a FIX on anything now. Unable to even step back.  The blonde unsure for a moment if it was because of the preternatural grip on his jaw or SOMETHING ELSE holding him in place. Something deeper. Something solely attached to that inhuman, celestial fragment of his being. Body near frozen in place. Langdon finally reaching to grab at the wrist of the fingers holding him, hands jerking away sharply like they had been burned. Feeling for a moment, as if they had.  Wide blue eyes finally shifting to look at Him. Fear, bone-deep, rolling.

         ‘Let...let go...’

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[peccxtum]

-turns him into a polar bear again- :3c

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[expugnabat]

@biigbcss​ said : “No one should tell me what’s wrong and what’s right.” @ war

a    red    burst    set    the    HORSEMAN’s    gaze    ablaze    .    it    was    scrutinizing    but    the    words    were    briefly    caught    in    his    constricted    throat    ,    eyes    avoiding    GOD’s    own    .    «    my    intentions    were    not    so    .    it    is    apparent    that    one    can    never    be    without    the    other    .    though    my    right    and    yours    are    clearly    different    .    if    WAR    can    not    reign    ,    then    WHAT    purpose    is    there    for    use   HARBINGER    OF    THE    APOCALYPSE    .    »

#[ he's bored ] #[ he just wants to play ] #𝚆𝙰𝚁 ; answered #biigbcss

[flcwerprince]

✤ abbi x pilli

send me ✤ + a ship and i’ll tell you…

who said i love you first?: No one, they literally hate each other who laughs when the other trips?: They both do, Abbi is the one who makes Pilli trips on purpose tho who pays the bills?: aslkdgjdklsgjlñsdf they don’t have mutual bills which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?: Pilli who’s more clumsy?: Pilli who checks their daily horoscope?: idk none i think?? who sings louder in the car?: Pilli but like, they never share car rides? who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?: Abbi i think idk who is more up to date in pop culture?: Pilli who insists on going to see the newest movies?: they don’t go out together who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?: eh....... none? who’s the lighter sleeper?: Abbi, puppy ears who believes in ghosts?: sdjadkskasd they’re real >:0 who does the grocery shopping?: Quetzalli(?) who updates their facebook status more often?: Pilli probably

#outoflove #THEY'RE NOT EVEN A SHIPPY SHIP ADRIAN WTF #biigbcss

[arbcrviitae]

👌 :/

would you bang my muse?

“Of course you would.” A smirk, so subtle that most creatures would miss it.  “What I make you feel no one could ever match...” A hand goes to His cheek, cupping His face, thumb going over his cheekbone. “Do you still remember the feeling, my love?” She stands close, Her warm breath touching His lips. 

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[cruelgcd]

"If you could leave you wouldn't be here anymore, sweetheart."

".........................." And for the first time in a long time, Chuck decides to bite his tongue and not argue any further. He crosses arms across His chest and turns His back.

#biigbcss #v. main #no talk him he angy

[musexmess]

‘ hc ‘ + tezca + modern mexico

headcanons

They love and hate walking through the city. Mexico is their home, to wander though it’s streets gives them peace, makes them feel happy. Being surrounded by their people, as different as they are now, electrifies their senses, fills their heart with joy. There is comfort in being surrounded by the descendants of their faithful.

And yet.....They feel a terrible grief when seeing the decay of a civilization that was once great and powerful, to see temples turn to ruins and tourist spots, to see artefacts on museums, their worshippers now believers in someone else, placing their faith on the God whose people came to destroy everything, who brought war and sickness and decay. To see churches on top of the spots that were once used to praise them, to see their culture turned into a rarity, their people faded into small communities. 

Tercer mundistas. They call themselves, discontent with who they are, with what they have. What a terrible pain it brings them to see their people hating their land. Tezcatlipoca wonders what could have been if only they had won the war, if only Quetzalcoatl had shown up, if only they had gotten a fighting chance, if only.....And they cry for what is gone. What could never be, what never was. They cry for what they couldn’t save.

Then they see the pride in some of their eyes, the way they chant VIVA MEXICO, they see the love for their city, their culture, the awe of the people at museums and the ones who try to learn more about their past, reclaim it, make it their own. They see how they evolved, how they’ve changed and he changes with them, evolves with them, becomes part of this new place that will always be their home, no matter how it changes. Adapting as they adapt, becoming what they need. 

Tezcatlipoca will always love their people, even when they forget to love them in return.

#[ is this even a headcanon?? i just wrote a drabble asdbas anyway here you go ] #biigbcss

[tcrniishedcopper]

send “grip” to grip my muse’s jaw in your muse’s hand | accepting

@biigbcss​ said “grip”

   THERE’S A MOMENT OF INWARD PRAISE WHEN, as fingers tuck and curl around his jaw, that RECOILING isn’t the first response. Oh, how he wants to however. To flinch away from the Divinity pressing and burning into the contact. To pull himself back and find brief SANCTUARY at the other side of the room - or  p l a n e t. But he didn’t. Gabriel remaining still under the touch and gaze of the omnipresent entity for a moment. A haughty stare levelling at his fathers blue eyes, a look of wary however perpetually LINGERING on the fringes of the Archangel’s expression. Muscle in a jaw twitching under the barely hidden tension. Allowing himself to be viewed and handled for a few beats longer before raising a hand.

Digits slide around the gods wrist, fighting the urge to hiss at the heat of Divinity that licked at his fingertips the MOMENT contact with His skin was made. Gabriel pulling the hand away from his jaw carefully, before releasing His wrist. Trying not to snatch his fingers away from the heat of Divinity, even as it seems to crawl up along the celestial veins in hand and arm. Jaw feeling BURNED from the grip.  The Archangel stepping around the God in a subtle effort to put space between them.

         ‘ Really, father.......it’s almost like you want the imprint of teeth in your hand. ’

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