hi, i’m still here! i know i owe quite a bit, especially ooc, but i’m not pushing it with my current brain space with luci. i haven’t forgotten you or am ignoring you, and i’ll be back as soon as i get over this funk. in the meantime, you can find me here!
it is a retrograde of sorts that causes him to halt, a momentary regression, this enormity of their encounter. it is a kind of mutual haunting. where he stands, covert wings heavy with an inkling, he is merely statuesque. michael looks straight ahead, as if beyond her, eyes unfocused in thought.
@undawn says : you are familiar and strange at the same time.
❝ as are you. ❞ he replies curtly then, and shifts his weight atop the cane in hand ; like sword lodged in stone, seemingly drawing within the ground an invisible divide between them. the golden head catches the early sun’s bright attention filtered through windows, reflecting light against the rows of dusty tomes surrounding them, though it very well might just be the gravity of her presence. he looks to her once more,tone almost akin jest, ❝ perhaps we’ve met in a dream. ❞
the moment the bells strung to the doorknob sing with a new arrival, danika’s axis tilts. as her eyes settle on the man, an instinct is pulled forth, dug up like a shovel to earth; excavating forgotten treasure, and perhaps a deeply buried skeleton as well. familiar yet strange. overwhelmed by the certainty she knows this stranger, she finds herself bewildered and bewitched, as he is just that — a stranger. she’s unable to place him as a customer, nor can she recall ever meeting him. both of which feel impossible. he’s all marbled, icy elegance, cutting an imposing and timeless figure. it almost hurts to look at him, to truly behold him. almost. he isn’t the sort to melt into the obscurity of blurred faces gathered in her subconscious and repressed.
“perhaps.” attention shifting to the pommel of his cane, danika hugs the books in her arms closer to her chest as the eagle head winks back with dazzling, golden light. nerves grow taut, thus she sets an unwavering gaze on him. playfulness lurking in her tone, she adds, “perhaps we’ve met in another life.”
#sanctuhs #vi. #how could i not continue this.. #how could i not! #i hope it's cool <3
- “ i don’t care if you’re the devil, the second coming of christ or madonna … “ the lack of bother in her tone is rife. she flicks the end of her burning cigarette into her ashtray, glancing towards it briefly to watch the ash brush away. “ there’s nothing you could say to me that could possibly pique my interest. “ and when she lifts her gaze back towards the other, her lips are slightly pursed. “ i don’t like to be interrupted quite so late into the evening. “ not by unwelcome strangers, anyway.
the witching hour smolders, indolent and velvet - dark. each and every pulse of creation and destruction weaves together an impenetrable web of awareness. it itches against her consciousness, ever present and unrelenting. a single string steadily thrums with more prominence than all others, spinning with a luminous brilliance that gleams so hot it burns. as if an imploding star destined for oblivion. what a shame.
“you wouldn’t care if i was madonna? really?” noting and dismissing the evident disinterest, lucifer invites herself further into the room, ghosting a hand over a table riddled with melted candles and herbs. her skin tingles with residual magic. “how upsetting. i had a party trick planned and everything! now i have to rethink my ice breaker.” facing the witch, lucifer maintains distance as she gestures to the cigarette , utterly at ease. “mind sparing me a light, madam supreme?”
ironically enough, lu and danika would hate each other. lucifer would hate danika for her guile and dishonesty, not understanding what it means to be a human. while danika would hate lucifer for her subservience and devotion to god, not understanding what it had been like to be an angel.
#i just think it's neat #if i'm allowed to think that about my oc #memory is the cruelest kind of witch burning. #i do think dani tends to prefer to persuade with the truth #but she isn't above a good lie
Israel is demolishing Silwan as we speak. Over 1500 people, most of who are children will be homeless in a city ruled by people that don’t allow them to rebuild anywhere. They’re making almost 900 children refugees.
There are 40 bulldozers in Silwan and heavy presence of the IOF.
There are palestinians right now live blogging their ethnic cleasing, their city being run down and the residents driven out so there’s no cultural trace of them, so they can pretend Palestinians never existed there. It’s brutal to think these people survived one ethnic cleasing in 1948 and they thought they’d be safe in their new homes, only to be invaded and be ethnically cleansed again years later.
It’s a choice to be ignorant right now because severalPalestinians in Jerusalem are being brutalized and traumatized to show you this. The best we can do is clog the zionist propaganda so they can’t pretend they’re not destroying homes, as they always do. I don’t want a single zionist to have peace on social media today, and that counts for everything on the BDS list (Ben and Jerry hasn’t used social media in over a month because people were commenting about their settlements and the boycott was stronger than ever, that’s the energy).
Ask for people to speak because zionists are too comfortable, look what they did to Indya Moore just yesterday. They want palestinians to be quiet victims with no one speaking for them
[Id: tweet by Mohammed El-Kurd reading “I want to see protests in every damn city in the world against the ethnic cleasing of Palestinians in Jerusalem / end id]
very, very rarely does danika grant deals herself. when she does, the binding moment of the ‘contract’ is her consuming your blood. it’s the essence of life, therefore you will always be with her to some extent (she knows where you are, what you feel, etc) until you die.
#memory is the cruelest kind of witch burning. #if you catch her interest enough #to the point she will #make a deal with yo #you * #you aren't getting rid of her #lmao
❛❛- so then, I said that corndogs were definitely considered a gourmet meal. Sure, My Italian moth’ah would roll ov’ah in ‘er grave if she knew I said that, but it’s true. Corndogs should be acceptable to be served at weddings.❜❜ Jackie sticks what’s left of her lollipop in-between her teeth, crunching down on the candy before tossing the stick over her shoulder.
chin cupped in hand, danika’s eyes fix on the lollipop stick as it soars through the air and lands on a man’s head, sticking within his cluster of curls. he continues reading the evening newspaper, utterly clueless. lips briefly quirking up, she returns her attention back to jackie. “don’t keep me in suspense, doll face! what happened next?”
𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥! by giving this a like, you’re giving me full permission to bust into your dms so we can brainstorm up a dynamic between danika and your muse. you’re more than welcome to specify an iteration of her if you have a preference. please keep in mind i’ll get to each of you slowly. ♡
#dc. #i just want more things! #esp if we haven't interacted yet :*
you have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you?you can run but not without them. you want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything. you want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. you want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. because you know you’d do that for them.
@onhunt sent, ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this . ❜
“are you ever sober?” stating the question aloud is like a punch to the teeth, forcing danika to accept a truth she’s been avoiding. memories play through her mind like a reel of hazily colored and distorted snapshots. the perpetually disheveled appearance and reddened eyes, the equally perpetual sight of a tumbler filled to the brim with liquor in his hand. you can tell me anything, she wants to say, observing the rough shape he’s in. the rough shape he’s always in. repressing the urge, she closes the bestiary, signaling she’s done questioning which supernatural beings he’s come across. “on second thought, forget i asked. i already know the answer.” grinning impishly, she smacks the tome against his knee. “so, what topic can i interest you in then, mr. reznik? one that won’t overwhelm your brain. anything you can handle, i’m all ears!”
𝑫𝑨𝑾𝑵 - 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑫 .( words for those whose affections belong to the early mornings. some nsfw implications are present . )
❛ name one reason we should get out of this bed . ❜ ❛ i’m gonna go shower … you wanna join ? ❜ ❛ please … you don’t have to go . i don’t want you to go . ❜ ❛ i’ve never felt like this before . is that crazy ? ❜ ❛ what are your plans for the day , & how cancel-able are they ? ❜ ❛ grab me something to drink while you’re up ? ❜ ❛ how did you sleep ? ❜ ❛ no , nooo - come back to bed . ❜ ❛ wanna help me choose something to wear ? ❜ ❛ i wish the sun would just go back down . ❜ ❛ don’t pretend like you’re asleep . ❜ ❛ i think i can convince you to stay … ❜ ❛ i can feel your heart beating . ❜ ❛ shit , did someone just knock on the door ? ❜ ❛ would it be alright if i borrowed this ? i can’t find my shirt . ❜ ❛ it’s not morning yet . ❜ ❛ stop hogging all the blankets ! ❜ ❛ all these marks - i look like a crime scene . ❜ ❛ well , hello there . good morning . ❜ ❛ how about i heat up the leftovers in the fridge ? ❜ ❛ can you check what the weather’s like today ? ❜ ❛ just one more kiss - ❜ ❛ i think you had a nightmare … you seemed upset . ❜ ❛ i can’t find my [ clothing item ] - have you seen [ it / them ] ? ❜ ❛ i think i’ve fallen a little bit more in love with you . ❜ ❛ someone needs to get up & close the curtains . ❜ ❛ hold me & never let me go . ❜ ❛ is … that my shirt that you’re wearing ? ❜ ❛ it’s nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today . ❜
#oh? #this would be a fun way to test chemistry? #EYE #tbd.
passionate; you are the heated moment of an argument. when the person you care for has done something outrageously stupid or dangerous. all of your pent up emotions that you’ve kept inside of you come bursting out: "beCAUSE I LOVE YOU!“ how could they be so dense. how could YOU be so dense. you’ve loved each other this whole time. your love tends to be strong, and loud. sometimes it might be hard for you to express your feelings but you let people know that they are cared for. you’re also hot. good for you.
tagged by: @saviourled , thank you !! tagging: you, yes you :)
#yes #memory is the cruelest kind of witch burning. #dg.
i think a lot about how danika would react to michael. while i originally planned for her to kill him, i think that’s actually too merciful of her? i lean more towards the idea of her granting him free will and possibly injuring him (with the sword he used against her) to the point he’s unable to return to heaven, so he’s forced to live among humans.
#why do i always start these with i think #annoying! #memory is the cruelest kind of witch burning. #rel: michael.
❛ i can’t do this without you . ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together . ❜ ❛ please don’t leave me alone . ❜ ❛ i don’t want to know . ❜ ❛ just go . get out of here , go . ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself , anymore . ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here . ❜ ❛ i still need you . ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help . ❜ ❛ why are you doing this ? ❜ ❛ tell me it’s not true . please . ❜ ❛ i have to do this alone . ❜ ❛ how did you get this scar ? ❜ ❛ you don’t have to tell me . ❜ ❛ don’t yell at me . ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you . ❜ ❛ things are getting bad again . ❜ ❛ you should go . ❜ ❛ you’ve said enough . ❜ ❛ how dare you ? ❜ ❛ why are you still here ? ❜ ❛ you deserve better . ❜ ❛ i don’t want to talk about it . ❜ ❛ how can i fix this ? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me ? ❜ ❛ i just want to feel something . ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me . ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me ? ❜ ❛ i don’t regret any of it . not a single thing . ❜ ❛ how could you say that ? ❜ ❛ i never asked for this . ❜ ❛ this isn’t you . ❜ ❛ i need to go . i can’t be here . ❜ ❛ what’s that supposed to mean ? ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this . ❜ ❛ thank you for being gentle with me . ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you ? after all you’ve done ? ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this . ❜ ❛ you don’t understand . ❜ ❛ please , i can’t do this right now . ❜ ❛ can you forgive me ? ❜
gals, chaps, and nonbinary besties, i remade my interest tracker! it’s more cohesive and informative than whatever chaos i had going on in the last one. if you answered the old tracker, don’t sweat filling out this one. as always, you can answer as little as you want but it helps me to approach you 🖤