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jackdaw-and-hattrick · 11 months
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“Can you fix it?” Jason whispered, eyes locked on the young man before him with a kind of long-dead faith. His knees had grown soaked where he knelt before him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, and Jason was shocked to see real tears in those bright green eyes, “there's nothing I can do.”
Something in him tightened, whatever hope he’d allowed to build in him quickly morphing to anger.
“Why not?”, Jason half yelled, the words tasting too much like desperation in his mouth.
“The thing is, the Pits, they're a part of you. The reason the rage never faded was because of what you are; a revenant. Decades of death throws permeated the ectoplasm, and when you were tossed in they saw what you were and bonded with your core. Like sees like and all that. What matters is that trying to remove those pieces from the pits would just break your core.”
“So?”
“Jason,” narrow hands wrapped around his face, the harsh cold shocking him out of himself, how did he know his name?, “it would kill you. Actually kill you. As in, do not pass go, do not collect, completely, totally gone.”
Jason fought the urge to repeat himself. He had things to live for, he had to remember that, no matter how much he was doubting their weight in the face of this new hit. He had never expected the pits to be cured, so why was he breaking over the confirmation of his suspicion? Why was he so hurt by the realization that it really was just him? Jason’s heart was that his heart? hurt like a bullet wound three days after when the ache set in.
“Hey, hey, look at me.”
Jason did. For the first time, he fully saw the man above him. He looked like an angel.
“It's ok. You’re ok. I know you don't believe that, but it's true. Look at you, you’ve got all the rage and sorrow of untold souls clawing at your head, and you still choose every day to be good. I’ve seen folks like you. Most take decades to move past their pain, but you? You took two or three years. That's like a week in ghost terms. You took all that hurt and redirected it to make your world a better place. I don't know about you, but that's pretty damn impressive. The pits are you, yeah, but so’s the progress.”
“Pretty damn hard to get excited ‘bout that right now.” Jason half-spat, half-sighed.
“Yeah.” the man pulled back for a moment, only to settle down next to Jason, one arm wrapping around his shoulder.
“What, no great wisdom to impart?”
“No, sorry.”
Jason looked up. It was a rare clear night, a new moon darkening the sky, and above he could just see a handful of constellations not drowned out by city lights. Thinking about the strange silver-haired angel next to him, some little childlike piece of him wondered if he was the moon cast down from heights to hold him.
“Pretty night.”, he said, cursing himself for breaking the soft quiet that had blanketed the two.
“Yeah, yeah it is.”
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whereserpentswalk · 6 months
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Imagine after a few months of dating your girlfriend tells you she's a demon. You laugh a bit at first, but she takes you back to her apartment and shows you her true form, something horrific and inhuman, but stunningly beautiful. You think she's going to kill you, but she doesn't.
She tells you that demons like her, who are sent to earth, have more autonomy then those who live in the underworld. As long as she sends a letter back to her demon lord every night, and doesn't invite the ire of any gods, she's basically safe. You ask if she needs you to leave, she begs you to stay.
You don't sleep together that night. You're both to afraid.
You go throughout the city the next day asking people who you think might be able to help. Scientists, scholars, priests of every faith, warlocks and witches of every school. They all tell you the same thing, they tell you it's impossible for a creature like her to feel something for a human, that she's just going to use you, even if she tries to do good. They tell you that you only love her human mask, that you'd run away from her true form, but you've seen her true form, and it was terrifying and inhuman, but it was beautiful.
When you next come to her you keep things you'd need to protect yourself from her. A cross, passages from the Torah, a pendent of Thor's hammer, a small statue of the Buddha, any holy force you could think to keep her at bay. When you lay eyes on her again you feel like you're betraying her just by taking such protective measures.
She seems afraid. Humans have tried to hurt her before. You hold her for a momment, pet her head, tell her that everything is going to be ok.
When you sleep with her that she doesn't need to wear her human disguise. She only needs it when other people can see her now, you're safe. It would prevent her from feeling anything anyway.
When you embrace her true form it's like nothing else on earth. Something you can't describe. Something terrifying, and inhuman, and beautiful.
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emprcaesar · 5 months
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the way you have unrelenting guilt is so sexy!
visual poetry of the dog by oatmilklady on insta
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mafiosoinamicrowave · 2 months
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devotion.
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raining-anonymously · 2 months
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Guardian angel, there is blood on your wings.
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ghostytyt · 9 months
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God loves you (but not enough to save you)
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eaturhe4rt0ut · 6 months
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god, and his priests, and his kings.
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farmersdaughter444 · 1 month
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len-yx · 6 months
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WHY DOES FURINA ACTUALLY HAVE JESUS PARALLELS HELLO
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Like hold on STAY WITH ME WITH THIS
Bearing all feelings of the people for their sake
Furina was willing to accept all that the people of Fontaine would throw at her just for the chance they could defy the prophecy. She was willing to suffer centuries and centuries of psychological torture. Similarly Jesus accepted any hated for preaching what was the truest form of god’s will. They were even both willing to lay down their lives after being betrayed by those closest to them.
Being both a creation of god and being them
Yeah so for those who don’t know Jesus isn’t just “God’s son” he’s kind of a reincarnation? Honestly the whole Situation between Focalors and Furina is pretty accurate. They are both simply a pure human form of their god. Dropped into the world to accomplish much more than what is feasible for a human. Also I feel like the people of Fontaine literally being made is significant here.
Walking on water lol
I wanna see Furina order a glass of water and instead be given a glass of wine.
Crucified.
Touchy touchy. I don’t wanna make it sound like I’m accusing Jesus of being a fraud ha. Anyway. Betrayed by those they thought closest to them, they are to be killed infront of their followers and any other witnesses (though Furina had no remaining followers by then) Both situation that I’d personally describe as humiliating. I could bring up the 3 days thing and anytime the number 3 has been associated with Furina but 3 is a key number in story telling so I’d be really reaching. So I’ll just leave it at a public execution that reveals who they truely are and rebirth.
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I don’t know anything about destiel but I know the idea, the appeal. The idea that a human, inherently a sinner in theology, traumatized and broken, can fall in love with an angel. An angel above humans, who is humans, and is nothing even close to them. An angel who is perfect. A being unfeeling and unknowable but revered, perfected. Worshiped usually but no this angel is loved. Loved by a human in only the way a human could. This angel is touched with the sin stained hands of a human in the way only a human could. This angel is tainted. He loves him more for it.
Or maybe it’s the idea that an angel fell in love first and the human followed after. A human persuaded by this being, a human revering this being and that reverence turning to nothing but recognition. This angel is the same as him. He takes a step forward towards this angel who might be his but he wouldn’t know. A blind step, blind hope that the angel isn’t lying. Maybe angels don’t know how to lie, maybe they do. Humans wouldn’t know.
It’s a beautiful idea I think, that two beings who are so different in make and lives and life could fall in love. Fall is in the name. Angels aren’t supposed to do that. This angel does anyway. This human is there to catch. He drops him though, he’s not a very good catcher.
It’s beautiful to me, that little idea. Simple. Wonderful. Perhaps even, miraculous. That’s silly though, nothing about love is a miracle.
I’ve never seen supernatural.
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kinglindwyrm · 2 months
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compromises & worship
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azzycomets · 1 year
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god and his sheep
og colors under readmore
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doods i spent like 5 hours straight making this thing after weeks of ignoring it
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soapystarry · 1 month
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Sacrificial lamb
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emprcaesar · 3 months
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let’s talk about the robb/theon and jesus/judas parallel!!!!
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sniff sniff is that brotherly love turned into the most foul kind of betrayal i smell. do i also smell a boyfailure?
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how-many-marios · 1 year
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How many Mario’s is
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Jesus of Nazareth (1.13Mb) is worth 35.31 Super Mario Bros.
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postalrue · 5 months
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Can I get an amen?
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