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#story: angel of mine
hauntedbythenarrative · 9 months
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You're the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out
Fallen Angels (1995), dir. Wong Kar-Wai//I know the end, Phoebe Bridgers//Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another, Jan Heller Levi//Pink in the night, Mitski//craigslist (on tumblr)//Fallen Angels (1995)//Waiting room, Phoebe Bridgers
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ryllen · 2 years
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“will he be okay? should he JUST run away??”
“A. he’s facing off with an angel type enemy. His total weakness! AND that one is POWERFUL, too!! (laughs)”
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expelliarmus · 2 years
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i see a lot of opinions around, about death, and why she didn't intervene in dream's imprisonment
and i think a lot of people have trouble reconciling the idea that she does care about him, with the fact that she didn't do anything?
so then you get the theories that she couldn't have saved him (as if burgess was ever a match for the endless, he only got dream because dream was still recovering from burning out 99% of his power in overture), or that she was stuck by the rules of the endless not interfering with each other (that's a whole other convoluted discussion topic)
but i feel like these theories all kinda. misread, who death is. or rather, they sort of assume she's a human being with the same mentality as a human, and not the literal personification of death
of course she cares about her brother. and of course she technically had the power to intervene. but think about her existence. think about the way in which she knows everyone, the life she's lived for billions of years, and the life she knows she'll live until she's the last consciousness left in the universe
she's an inherently passive entity, she has to be. because her entire purpose is to stand there for the end of every life in existence, often horrific and violent and unfair ones, and to tell them that's just the way of things. to ensure that that fate does indeed come to pass. she knows how everyone is going to die and she just has to keep talking to them like she doesn't
when she was younger, it was different. granted, she refused to help dream then too, because (at least according to dream) all the endless were incredibly prideful when they were young, and wouldn't even have tried to help each other. but also, we have her word that at one point her job got overwhelming. the fact that she had to stand by and watch so much tragedy, to ensure it happened, really got to her. and for a while, she stopped. one of the few times if not the only time she has ever made a strong decision in the face of fate - she stopped collecting souls. and that turned out much worse. in order to exist as herself, she had to find a way to not only be okay with who she is, but find meaning in it. the person who would get involved, who would stand up against unfairness, that person cannot be death of the endless
and think about death as a concept, for a sec, not just as a person. death is patient. death will come for everyone in time, but time is meaningless to it. i like this panel, from endless nights, for connecting that with death the person, because she is always there and always waiting (in this story she waits here for anywhere between 10 and 200 years, depending on how you look at it. and she explains in this story that time doesn't really work the same to her as it does to everyone else. time is her father, after all. she can wait. she will always wait.)
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even when she takes human form, like we see in high cost of living, she is the epitome of go with the flow. she just follows where the universe takes her, doesn't try to change anything, just lets her curiosity and love for humanity put her in whatever situation fate decided she should be. and fate (whether that's her brother, the fates, or something else entirely) does play some role in it, because her human form was created with $10.02 in her pocket, which is the exact amount of money she ended up needing to spend that day. and she trusts that she won't need more than that, no matter how many questions are thrown at her about it
which is not an inherently bad thing! because living in the moment means she is so much more alive than her siblings, it gives her the ability to offer so much more empathy towards the mortals she has to spend most of her time with, it makes her in many ways a wonderful person. she's just, not a person of action
death doesn't show she cares by stopping the bad things from happening to you. she shows she cares by being there for you after. by having the patience, despite her busy job, to sit and chat with every single person who's ever lived, and to comfort them in the best way she knows how
which is exactly what she did
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juregim · 1 year
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Chainsaw Man by Tatsuki Fujimoto
The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho // Vulnerability - a.j. // Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem - Bob Hicok // Prasoon Joshi // Allegories of Fate - Safet Zec // Acknowledgements - Danez Smith // John Keats // House of Tolerance (dir. Bertrand Bonello) // A Myth of Devotion from Averno - Louise Glück // To Love and Die - Jhené Aiko // A Softer World - Joey Comeau //
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atsukunaritai · 6 months
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ワンルームエンジェル 第1・2話         one room angel - ep. 1&2
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contrivedchaos · 27 days
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Being a high Seraphim is not a stress-free job. There’s the constant screening of incoming souls. Determining which ones need to be dealt with directly, and which can be pawned off to the nearest Dominion or Archangel, who eagerly await orders at Heaven’s every beck and call.
Despite holding one of the most prestigious positions in all of Heaven, and sitting atop the highest court known to the immortal realms, Sera of the Seraphim is not immune to what those plebeian Winners would call the common migraine.
Particularly now, after word has spread that the first Sinner ever to be redeemed from the trenches of Hell had magically materialized in her boardroom that very morning. And said Sinner is currently being given the grand welcome tour by Emily, while her sister and superior looks down at her tablet, frantically flipping through her records aimlessly, trying to figure out how the fuck this is actually happening to her in the first place.
As if Adam’s death during the Extermination hadn’t been enough, now she has to deal with the fact that Souls can be redeemed. That she was wrong, possibly about everything, and will now have to explain to Heaven’s elders how this was allowed to happen under her watch.
Sighing heavily, Sera puts her tablet down on the table. She uses her fingers to scratch her forehead several times, trying to release the gnawing, heavy ache that’s begun punching behind her eyelids. She takes a sip of water, and then downs the entire fucking glass, trying to process all the events rapidly unfolding right in front of her, and having no idea how to even begin explaining any of it.
Lute and the Exterminators had been hit hard by Adam’s passing, and his former second-in-command is already taking charge of his entire fleet. Sera had already spied on the smaller angel during her impromptu meeting with Lilith, realizing that an entirely different house of cards may be soon about to fall, once Hell’s ruler and his daughter find out their matriarch has been staying here for the last 7 years.
That contract had been Adam’s business. It had nothing to do with her, so she’d figured she could stay out of it, blissfully unaware. However, she’s not sure now how she could ever be so lucky, not when that arrogant, pompous imbecile had always been trying to test her limits, and never knew when to keep his fucking mouth shut. Or call it quits, when it looked like he actually might have underestimated Hell’s forces so badly.
Soon, all of Heaven will know about her own lack of foresight and incompetence. It had been her job to keep the First Man in line. Keep him sated with his own pet projects, and keep him happy, even if it meant putting her own people at risk by allowing him to play army. The court elders didn’t need to know how she’d done it, just that he was content. He could get away with slaughtering thousands of innocents, so long as her own hands were free of blood, and the other Winners under her care, the important ones, remained safe.
Sera groans loudly into the room, laying her head atop her arms upon the table, coming to grips with the fact that with Adam gone, this mess is entirely hers to clean up now. No matter how much she doesn’t want to, she’ll have to be the one to handle the PR of a Sinner ascending to Heaven, as well as the political nightmare that’s about to unfold once Charlie Morningstar finds out she’d been right all along.
She’ll let Emily handle Sir Pentious for now. If she’s lucky, maybe the Seraphim of Joy can distract their people long enough that they don’t even realize the implications of what his ascension means. In the meantime, she can figure out how to deal with Lilith and Lute, and the absolute mayhem she needs to prevent from happening in the world far down below. As well as preventing the fight from coming to her own door.
Adam had gone off for days at a time after other Exterminations, celebrating and participating in such horrid debaucheries, that his absence may not be missed for a few days yet. That could give her some time. Time to form a plan on how to deal with Hell’s denizens, and figure out what her next step should be on the matter of redemption, depending on what answers she can uncover.
The trouble is knowing who she can trust with this type of information. She can’t go to Lucifer. She hadn’t exactly been kind to him by agreeing to cast him out, and he’s the type to immediately tell his daughter that her plan had worked, which would be horrible for her. She’s not ready for the types of gossipy, accusatory headlines that could come out of a disaster like that. 
She also can’t talk to anyone else in the angelic court; they’ll immediately report her to the elders, and then she’ll be done for, and may never be able to serve in any official capacity in Heaven again.
The more she thinks about it, the more anxious she becomes. The more anxious she becomes, the more her head throbs with pain. The more her head hurts, the more water she drinks, which isn’t actually helping. Oh, Heaven’s to Betsy, is her only solution really going to be reaching out to her?
They haven’t seen each other, or even spoken, since Lucifer fell, and the prospect of turning to her of all people leaves a dry, chalky taste in Sera’s mouth. Makes her feel a little woozy, and like she has to lay her head on her arms once again, to stop the spinning, twirling dizziness of the room, that only serves to make her headache even worse.
There really is no other option. Every other road, every other mental map she tries to chart, ultimately leads to total, near-immediate retribution. What she needs now is to be discrete. And hope that at least some of the rapport she used to hold with this particular person…well, that there’s any of it left to draw upon in the first place. Her social goodwill is running ridiculously low at the present moment, so that’s honestly the best outcome she can reasonably expect at this time. 
Sera sighs. She stands up, and she paces. Sits down again, then stands up, and paces some more. She drinks more water, and paces again, before slumping in her chair like her bones are made of marmalade, and screeches like a barn owl out of frustration at what she has to do.
Activating the screen on her tablet, she scrolls and opens an old, nearly forgotten folder, which contains a number of certain contacts. Lucifer is in there, as well as several of the Goetia. And even some of the friendlier Deadly Sins and overlords, who she never actually calls, but thinks it’s in her best interest to keep on hand, just in case.
She starts at the bottom of the list, and then scrolls up, unintentionally dragging out this dreadful, uncomfortable feeling, for as long as she possibly can. When Sera finally reaches her number, she stares at it for much longer than necessary. Her body tightens, and she swallows her heart that has jumped up into her throat. Her finger hovers precariously over that little icon, and she fluffs up like a bird trying to get water out of its feathers.
She looks at the name next to the icon one last time, mentally fortifying herself for what’s to come. Then her finger drops onto the screen, and she pushes it, screaming silently within the endless void that is her own head, at the drastic step she is about to take. 
She watches as the calling icon appears on her screen. After the second ring, her heart finally sinks back down into her chest. After the third, it’s already crawling up her esophagus again. 
After the fourth, the call remains unanswered, and she is immediately taken to voicemail, which is honestly so much worse than she had anticipated. 
Sera listens and prepares herself to hear that voice once again. And when it comes, she is filled with a multitude of fuzzy, complicated feelings. She almost wants to hang up, as the pre-recorded callback message echoes endlessly between her ears, like the pattern of soft drums:
“Hello, this is Carmilla Carmine. I’m not available right now. Please leave a message, and I’ll return your call as soon as possible. Thank you.”
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elsamars · 1 year
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favorite american horror story characters · kyle spencer (coven)
this... road... goes... two... ways. what does that mean, kyle? i... love... you.
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kinokoshoujoart · 7 months
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happy glasses day! 1001
Rock seems to have had a talent for breaking things as a kid… so if he ever needed glasses, they likely ended up like this.
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tosahobi-if · 3 months
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I was re-reading some manhuas/manhwas focused on Wuxia/Xianxia/Muhyeop and just noticed... there's always someone (not necessarily 'old') with white hair. It can be natural, induced by trauma or by powers they acquired. So! I wanted to ask, will there be such a person in this if? can MC have white hair too? 👀
yes!!!! yes there will be!!!! her name is baek seohwa (no relation to iseul) and she’s a renown expert of medicine and poisons. she’s very beautiful and verrrryyyy powerful. though she never leaves the mountain she lives on, she’s known as the mad saint because she helps all who come to her regardless of affiliation.
sadly the mc can’t have white hair. yet.
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gothamstreetcat · 1 year
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WE WERE FIGHTING ON OPPOSITE SIDES BUT IT WAS THE SAME WAR
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sunshineandlyrics · 1 year
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😝 a fan talked to Steve Durham before the FITF Live In Concert on 14 December 2022 x
Louis is still processing the loss.
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vaguely-concerned · 1 year
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going postal... fallout new vegas... postman pat (I assume)... again and again we must face that inevitable truth: the ideal protagonist is a horrible little postman with problems
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icedmetaltea · 10 months
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Something I made at 4 am with little to no memory of doing so
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nicosraf · 4 months
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Yo, when I read your post about A&M some time ago, I read that there would be non-female identifying character that gives birth. When I saw that I nearly choked on my drink.
Im not asking you to spoil the story, but who, pray tell, is this non-female identifying character who will have to endure the agonizing pain of bringing life into existence? 🤨
I won't spoil who (unless you really, really, need to know for whatever reason), but it'll be an angel
(And no it not Lucifer, as much as he'd love to be a mother I'm sure)
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thelonelyreaderr · 8 months
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"YOU LEFT ME FATHER TO SUFFER AND FOR WHAT? WHAT DID YOU GAIN FROM LEAVING ME??? FRIENDS? MONEY?"
"WHY MUST I SUFFER WHILE EVERYONE AROUND ME IS FINE"
" THE PEOLPE HAVE ABANDONED ME JUST LIKE MY FATHER"
“and as i sit there, I wonder. Will i ever be saved? For the father has left me and the waitress has failed to notice me, i fear i might perish in this hell i call spicy potatoes." She wept
“Please some save me, anyone!" but noone heard. No one came to her rescue. She was forgotten in the tiny corner of the restaurant. but as she was just about to give up hope, she heard a sound. It sounded like a certain footstep she had heard long ago. "Father?" she cried but it wasn't her father, it was just the guard passing the door to her tiny cell, not once has he answered her cries. the guard taunted her endlessly with a pale of water just inches away from her reach. he girl throws her rations to the floor hoping that it would bring the attention of her father, but no. just another citizen passing by to mock her existence. Just as the girl thought all hope was lost she heard a voice
“Do you need anything?” a soft voice asked. She looked up to see her angel, dressed in all red the woman looked more like the devil then the girls savior but she would take what she would get. “A coke please” she begged hoping she would be set free from her prison. “Of corse” her angle said gently as she wrote down the order and glided off to get the girl her drink. The girl sat in quiet wondering if she was finally going to free or if the woman was actually the devil toying with her for her sick enjoyment.
Her heart skipped a beat as her angle came back with a small cup of the dark liquid. As the woman handed the girl her coke she gave her one last smile and faded into the light. The girl didn’t waste her time and quickly took a sip of heaven, the carbonated liquid slid down her throat so smooth and eased the pain she had been suffering. Feeling a tear slide down her fave she realized she was free, the angle had saved her, released her from the torture of the spicy potatoes, and for that she would unleash her wrath for the potatoes…but they could wait, as she took another sip of her coke she felt at ease. As the girl stared at her empty cup she knew what had to be done she has thought of a master plan that would wipe potatoes from the entire world, as she put the cup on the floor of her cell she smiled knowing the pain and suffering she would cause in exchange for all the pain she had endured.
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Ty rowan for writing this masterpiece from my pain and suffering. I took over when the angel was introduced and tried to make it have a nice ending :D.
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