The idea of looking over the rageing ocean stix just to see a faintly shadowy figure WALKING calmly and slowly over the hundreds of thousands of poor lost souls in the stix ocean. IS SUCH A TERRIFYING THOUGHT, like you've freshly died your just a little filth and over the boats intercom you hear the ferryman who's been kind and friendly to you say something like "buckle down and avoid windows in the west end, fallen wrath angel may be aggressive" and you turn to see that fuckin shit like at least a mile away from the boat? Hell naw man!! I'd be fuckin dead immediately.
I'ma draw this eventually but not rn
Based on Fallen Gabe and your post about if the brothers fell, it seems like fallen angels bound to specific layers are physically affected based on whatever sin they've committed. What do you think would happen to an angel bound to the other layers (Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, and Wrath)?
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yea i really like the idea of angels reflecting the layer that they are assigned to and being a sort of living embodiment of that torment. limbo would be seemingly be the least affected, of course - they appear as the perfect ideal of angels that humanity holds, statue-like and without identity. they are overwhelmed in hopelessness, left to mourn in the corners of limbo with little ability to interact with those around them. the angels of lust are shades with flickering physical forms that are unable to hold another but cannot be buffeted by lust's winds - i very much like the idea they are sometimes rarely seen stalking the streets of minos's city. those in gluttony are incapable of ever feeling sated, plagued by all number of material needs but never able to satisfy them - hunger, thirst, fatigue, discomfort, all things never felt by angels now forever tormenting them (though they seem unbothered by gluttony's acid or sleet). the greedy cannot bear to go out into their layer's sun for how badly it blisters their skin and burns their eyes; they are fully adapted to the darkness of greed's monuments and tombs, and they often chase sinners back out to the sands when they seek shade. finally, angels of wrath are in a constant state of drowning, choked by water in their lungs and so seized forever with the sense that they are dying. it causes them to act the most erratically of any fallen angels and can be exceedingly dangerous to sinners because of this - the ferrymen are adept at avoiding them, always looking out for the worsening weather that heralds their presence and dark silhouettes that walk over the waters of the ocean styx.
i drew my dream from a month ago
V1 from Ultrakill makes tortillas for his cooking channel while V2 watches at the edge of the frame and Gabriel acts as the cameraman.
That's going to be Trickster for me. What about you ?
How Marc colours iridescent by Roxoah
I am not a who Achivist. I am an eeby deeby
So last year I had a big end of year test for school and I thought I was gonna flunk as I have a habit of reading too fast and missing the question. So to combat this, I had the brilliant thought of reading it in Micheal the distortion's voice.
I WENT THROUGH THE ENTIRETY OF SAID EXAM READING IT IN HIS VOICE.
what was the exam on? Earth science. Fucking earth science.
"what is the difference between igneous and metamorphic rocks?"
I had struggled with earth science all year and some how Micheal helped me pass it.
The worst part? I still do this one tests and exams.
My Void chicken just hatched in stardew valley
Crackshipping? In my Ultrakill? More likely than you think.
Hi sorry I can't stop thinking of a universe where Michael distortion runs michael's. Like the workers are all spindly and cryptic and they never clearly answer questions with their cracked out echo voices. Aisles disappearing and reappearing. Only the worthy artists are allowed to leave. Rude customers are never seen again.
Cooriko my Warforged druid would love to have royalty on her wagon (she's a travel agent who helps people get from A to B) because it would stirr up interest in her business
Nordic Noir (my human rouge) would love them, but he would love them for the fact their skin would be the crown Jewel of his skin collection.
How does your character feel about royalty?