Heavy hearts and bright futures

𝘋𝘌𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘜𝘔- A primarily horror centered multi-muse and multi-fandom indie roleplay blog featuring both cannon muses and ocs. Please read rules before following. Minors dni!

-Penned by Spük

Formerly Bells-Of-Black-Sunday

Psd, promo, and most of my graphics made by my good friend, Belphegor

Rules and Muses — Mobile vers | Interest Check | Meme Tag

My open au — New Veilana City

Gabriel paused for a second before waving off the thought.

"You don't have to. I'll get to it later. Maybe next time I'm in Heaven, don't need to get the council's attention when they've clearly made up their own minds about the matter."

The archangel always held a soft spot for the Ferryman, watching them tear themselves and eachother apart in a desperate attempt to be seen as holy and pure. They were repenting. Their hearts were good, they were just damned with most other humans to eternal torment for the war they perpetuated and took part in. Maybe that's why The Father left, he couldn't stand what he had down to his own children... Still, the council had been pretty clear the one time he questioned them about only giving the poor husks one shroud to fight over. They will never be worthy of Heaven's light and will never be cleansed of the sin they carry.

Gabriel didn't think any of that was true, but... wasn't like he could do much and getting one of his disciples in trouble for his idle complaining? That was out of the question.

"I don't want you to go and attract their ire for something I've annoyed them enough with. They have far more important things to be doing than worrying about what the damned are doing in Hell I suppose. I just... Ah, It doesn't matter. How are your studies going? I know I've been absent, but that doesn't mean any of you can slack off."

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

💀 — A horrible memory

The great hall was closed, curtains to the amphitheater drawn casting everything inside in the jewel tones from the stained glass of the Archangels. The feathers gently falling to the long rugs that covered the white marble floor. A room mostly reserved for times of celebration or worship now tainted by the yelling that echoed off the ceiling. It was almost deafening the way Lucifer paced, his silks flying behind him while he yelled at Michael. Frustration clear in every fiber of his being, a holy storm boiling over while Michael stood still as a statue while he watched.

"None of this is right! How can you not see that!?" Lucifer paused turning to face the other archangel, wings raised fingers curled like a owls talons.

BASICS

Name: Spük / Spooky / whatever else

Pronouns: He / Him - They / Them - It /its

Sexuality: Bisexual (masc t4t leaning)

Taken or Single: Single

THREE FACTS

I was agoraphobic from the time I was 15 to the time I was around 21 or 22. Couldn't leave my house without someone being there with me, would physically panic if I was left alone in a public space, etc. etc. I've gotten a lot better. Still have anxiety, but its manageable.

I've owned birds in some capacity almost all of my life. I've had parakeets, conures, cockatiels, cockatoos, smaller macaws, ducks, chickens, doves, and pigeons. Doves, pigeons and chickens are by far my favorites to work with. Not that parrots can't be fun, but they can be a lot less friendly if not hand raised and aren't as likely to naturally form a bond with you as domestic birds are.

I draw, c.rochet and sew as side hobbies. I used to vend at craft fairs until suddenly t.iktok blew up my hobby and suddenly I wasn't able to make nearly as much side money as I was able to. (Not joking went from making 200$ for the day down to 50$ if I was lucky, t.iktokification + the proliferation of a.i art at these events fucking sucks) Slowly trying to get back into it after being massively discouraged, but it is what it is. Might open comms soon, might not. Haven't decided, but S.tyanax prime is;;;; calling to me.

RP EXPERIENCE

How long? (months/years): 13 years...? Maybe more? Next year will be 10 on this blog alone and I know I got into the tumblr scene when I was 12 or 13. I made this blog when I was 16 so, it's been quite a while. I've roleplayed on forums, r.oblox, discord, skype, etc. etc. though, so I've been around quite a few times.

MUSE PREFERENCES

Female or Male: Neither tbh? I have way more agender / nonbinary muses than female or male ones. Pronouns do not always equal gender, so just because a lot of my muses use he/him doesn't mean they're a man. Even with Bell I actually consider more fem than masc tbh and he uses he/him pronouns due to status.

Fluff, Angst, or Smut: Angst or smut. Smut is the easiest for me to turn my brain off and write, same with silly dash commentary stuff. It's why I write it a lot during periods like this where its too hot to think. Fluff is fine, but it takes a lot to grab my attention and hold it.

Plots or Memes: Memes. Far too many instances of people reaching out to plot, giving me absolutely nothing and it going nowhere for me to really prefer it over memes or open starters.

Long or Short replies: Depends on the thread. Serious threads? Long replies 100%. Silly stuff? Always shorter. I don't really do one-liners unless its silly stuff.

Best time to write: At night when I'm in my bed fist fighting the t.umblr app that loves to try to crash my phone over auto-playing ads that leak memory. I use the mobile site more, but I use the app to format imgs n' such, it's just easier for that.

Are you like your muse(s): In some ways yes, depends on the muse obviously, but I think people put a bit of themselves into everything they write. Aita by far has my same sense of humor, but everything else about him is different and so on and so on.

Tagged by: @damntragedy (Thank you!!! <3)

Tagging: uhhhhhh idk;;;; steal it from me, its pride month be gay and do crime

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Normally he doesn't sleep at all. He really has no need to. He's not mortal, he's not human and rest for him is typically just sitting down and doing nothing for a while. That being said, he can sleep. He just chooses not to. By extension he doesn't really dream.

HOWEVER— To avoid this being a boring answer I can give two aus where he does sleep pretty regularly and thus has dreams.

Michael knows Pride exists. It's an important thing for many humans, an event that connects to their own groups and communities and tells people who are stuck in their ways to accept them or get out of the way. He respected it, encouraged it even. Heaven had no need for such events, they were not bound by human social structures and artificially constructed barriers that said being yourself is unholy. At least that's how he saw it, to him sex was about as interesting as picking out new marble for a floor. Sure, there was some appeal, but it was painfully dull. Romance was the same way.

Alice's gesture however, was welcome. He would happily partake in an event so important to her even if he didn't necessarily feel like he belonged. He took the cookie in one of his hands admiring the rainbow frosting.

"Thank you. How do you say it...? Have a happy pride."