Hezekiah, Fallen Angel

Not to interupt the literal pile of crying littles I have in my inbox I'll get to yall in a moment. Block this little snot nose

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Its the same little prick who keeps going after us. He's starting to pose as Agere blogs. Be cautious of any blogs that associate themselves with any of the previous usernames.

If they try to pull this shit again, let me know as soon as you can. Get me screen shots. Evidence. And if anyone still has evidence from their old accounts send it to me.

The second I get wind of this little prick again, I'm calling the authorities. I've had enough.

This and many other accounts have been created by the same 16 year old kid from Glasgow Scotland (he can't get pissy at me for saying that as he hasn't exactly kept his age or his location a secret)

He has been harassing the age regression community, the furry community, therians, for months. There is a chance that he will eventually target NSFW blogs. He uses the fact that he is ASD as an excuse for his disgusting behavior.

If you get anything from this account, or any account that openly associates with his previous accounts (genuinely if you need the other urls just check @princess-of-hells-littles I post a warning every time he crops back up so that everyone can block him) please send me screenshots. I'm gathering evidence so that I can contact the authorities. Scotland has anti-hate crime and anti-cyber bullying laws I just need evidence.

For now, at least.

He tried to assess the offer. Hezekiah was at just as much of a blank start than he was in regards to what to look for. From what little he understood about angelic magic, it played by entirely different rules than that of the hellborn or the sinners. Furthermore, he had no idea how much recovery time the angel would need. Then again, he didn't know Hez's capabilities when healthy. That could be both an asset and not.

And none of it mattered until he had more solid answers anyway. He was already starting from nothing- may as well take the risk.

They finally stopped at a room where Phel took a seat on one of the visitor chairs, awaiting whatever procedures or precautions the nurses of the hospital would perform. He didn't speak again until he was clear to do so.

Lux had been quick to comfort him when they realized he was crying, even having them back nearby was helping a little but he still couldn't get out of the loop he was in, grasping one of their wrists as if it was the only thing stopping him from floating off to space.

The only thing that interrupted the train of thought and more or less shocked Hez into calming his tears almost straight away was the kiss. He hadn't been expecting it, but it certainly wasn't unwelcome. Like Lux, Hez liked kissing attractive people, and Lux was definitely attractive.

The hand on their wrist was what queued them in. No words from Hez, but a response in the form of a tether. They could sometimes read people and that trauma response rang through with them. They remembered when they first fell- a much shorter time span, but they were upset by it even if it was expected. Even if hell was different back then. They still had a few bad nights of thoughts trying to drown them.

"You're welcome." They said with a smile. "I might not be a medical professional, but I know you need to break that pattern I could see eating at you." They wrapped their arms around him and hugged him back. Tightly. Their wings appearing and engulfing the two of them in a feathery, safe haven of six, angelic wings. Wings tinted pink right now, with heart markings on the ends of feathers.

He nods for a moment as he walks beside the wheelchair-bound angel. "I am here on a search," He says holding out one of his talons in front of him. He closed his eyes for a moment. "What?" A small glimmering cloud appeared in the talon before taking the form of a small glowing arcane sigil. "I cannot say for certain from whence I reside. My castle is in ruins in the Pride Ring, however. I will not be able to move it until it is repaired. I could not tell you how long it has been since I left it either. We Ars Goetia are tasked with overseeing magic. The higher ranking ones have dominion over more powerful things, including being able to visit the mortal realm. Whenever you hear of mortals making deals with demons, we are those demons- binding souls in exchange for forbidden knowledge."

Phel pauses for a moment and gripped his talon, shattering the sigil into pieces that floated around the fist. "I am a steward of the Ars Geotia; merely a servant, even if one of noble blood. My task was to look after an artifact called the Sigils of Minerva which are meant to have powers of information gathering. When I awoke in my castle's sanctum, the artifacts were in ruins just like parts of the castle. I have only a few scant pieces remaining and I need to know what happened to them and if any of the other pieces have become scattered to the winds."

@hez-the-fallen said 🎲, kiss roulette, Luxury and SW!Hezekiah Have fun lol Random Kiss Meme - A kiss while one or both parties are crying

"Hey hey hey" Lux had left for just a moment to get some new food. Hez had been living with them for a while in the spare bedroom and the two actually got along quite well. Similar traumas, similar jobs, at least for a while. Lux at least, chose it.

"What's wrong?" Luxury sat on the bed next to him and looked over. "It's okay, you don't have to answer right away." They stated and paused before pulling them into a hug. Their guess was Hezekiah had let thoughts and memories creep in and since Lux was gone there wasn't a distraction or anyone to talk to.

"I'm sorry I left. We have new food now... I can make something good for dinner." They were actually quite the cook when they wanted to be.

Something about seeing this younger fallen angel crying as hard as they were really tugged at Lux's heart. The reached out, cupping Hez's cheek and brushing a thumb over it, wiping away a tear. They let out a soft sigh, shifted so they were kneeling in front of the other angel and curled their index finger under his chin. "Hey, look- everything will be okay. I'll make sure of it." And they dipped down and brushed their lips over Hez's. Their hope was the kiss would surprise the angel out of whatever loop their mind was in. And well, fuck it. He was attractive and Lux enjoyed kissing attractive people.

Lux had been quick to comfort him when they realized he was crying, even having them back nearby was helping a little but he still couldn't get out of the loop he was in, grasping one of their wrists as if it was the only thing stopping him from floating off to space.

The only thing that interrupted the train of thought and more or less shocked Hez into calming his tears almost straight away was the kiss. He hadn't been expecting it, but it certainly wasn't unwelcome. Like Lux, Hez liked kissing attractive people, and Lux was definitely attractive.

"Thank you," he said, reaching for the plate of food. It looked and smelled delicious honestly and it tasted just as good as it smelled. "This is delicious Rosie you're quite the cook," he said.

"Of course, can't heal if you're not fed." She said in a manner that wasn't necessarily a scolding, but more suggesting he eat as properly as he can through out the ordeal. "Any thank you! I pride myself in my cooking!" It was what had won her her first husband, after all.

Random general RP prompts, without cursing, requested by anon. Feel free to edit pronouns / etc. to make them more fitting !

“Oh my god, what is that !?”

“You should have seen them. I could hardly breathe with their ego taking up all the space in the room.”

“Hey, hey, stop. I literally have no idea of what you're talking about. How about you start from the beginning? Or at least put a subject in your sentences.”

“C'mon, who never had a ‘spaghetti coming out of the nose’ moment?”

“You insufferable...piece of...rotten lemon pie!”

“Do as I say and not as I do. For real, though. You don't want to do what I do. I don't want to do what I do.”

“I thought I’d never set foot in a place like this, but here we are. Congratulations on making my life a little more miserable.”

“Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. I might as well be talking to myself. I surely listen more to myself than you do.”

“Keep up the cocky act, it’ll only make you lose faster.”

“From where I’m standing, you’re the one who should be worrying.”

“Give me some credit. I know that I’m not a good person, but I like thinking that I can be a decent friend.”

“The only thing I trust humans with is dying when you shoot them.”

“How can you be vulnerable with someone who has shut you out over and over?”

“Yeah, not buying it. What is it that you truly want?”

“You know, now I have to challenge you at a drinking game.”

“Absolutely not. Don’t even think about it.”

“...Maybe I just need a real break.”

“I’d say that it’s nice to meet you, but maybe the circumstances could have been more…ideal.”

“You can’t be serious! Don’t you see what’s at stake here?!”

“Oh Lord, you gotta be kidding me. This will take forever.”

“Have you tried telling them that? It’s easy to forget that not everyone grieves in the same way.”

“Look at you, showing some actual good taste. I’m almost impressed.”

“Let’s skip over you judging me and talk business. Will you or won’t you?”

“Don’t get funny ideas. I’m just choosing the lesser evil.”

“Oh yeah? So, what? Are you saying that my problems will miraculously fix themselves, if I talk about them?”

“Let’s bet on it. The winner gets to make the loser do one thing. Whatever they want, no limits.”

“You must be really bored if this is how you chose to spend your night.”

“Patience, [name]. I thought you liked surprises.”

“I really wouldn't do that, if I were you.”

Trust Sentences, Vol. 1

(Sentences for muses discussing various aspects of trust. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You're the only one I trust."

"I don't expect you to trust me, but at least accept that we want the same thing."

"You don’t trust me. Actually, it’s more fundamental than that. You don’t like me."

"If everybody lies, then trust is not only unfounded and pointless, it's fictional."

"What's the matter? You do trust me, don't you?"

"I'm asking you to trust my judgement - to trust me."

"Why don't you trust me anymore?"

"Do you know what it's like not to be able to trust your own eyes?"

"I'm trying to show you that I trust you!"

"There's no one in the world I trust more than I trust you."

"Why couldn't you trust me?"

"We're alone on this. There's no one we can trust."

"How can you love him without trusting him?"

"You've become awfully trusting for a man wanted by the FBI."

"I don't trust anybody."

"The person to fear the most is the one to whom you gave all your trust."

"You have an honest face."

"I think I can trust you to be fair and honest. Perhaps you haven't been here long enough to be corrupted."

"I can't trust anyone or anything these days."

"I know this doesn’t come naturally to you, but you want my help, which means you need to trust me."

"You must learn to reject trust."

"You always trust me. Big mistake."

"If you love someone, you've got to try and trust what they tell you is true."

"How long are you going to refuse to trust me?"

"Trust me, this is for your own good."

"Who am I supposed to trust but myself?"

"Does everybody around here have trust issues?"

"If you don't trust me, just tell me."

a kiss on the cheek

a kiss on the temple

a kiss on the back of the hand

a kiss on the brow

a kiss on the knuckles

a kiss on the neck

a kiss on the lips

a kiss on the chest

a kiss on the palm

a kiss on the foot

a kiss on the bridge of the nose