i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

[id: three paintings. the first is of a light-skinned woman with long dark brown hair and folded white wings. she’s shown in profile view, bent forward with head lowered and hair covering her face. the second is of a dark-skinned woman with long black hair wearing a black dress. she’s sitting with her knee raised, holding her lowered head with her eyes closed. pink flowers are drawn to the side. the third is of a light-skinned woman with long dark brown hair and black wings, wearing a white dress. she sits with her back to the viewer. /end id.]

concept: angels but they look like stingray skeletons

Well someone displeased the sky gods didn’t they

My first thought was someone pleased the sky gods, because this is a SHOW. 

That’s the problem with gods; their pleasure and their wrath often look the same.