Me Whenever I Do Something Slightly Sinful And Think "holy Shit God Will Punish Me For That" But I Remember

Me whenever i do something slightly sinful and think "holy shit god will punish me for that" but i remember i'm not catholic anymore

If i had wings i would WRAP THEM around my FRIENDS. REAL TIGHT btw.

~ The Calvatone Victory.

Date: A.D. 2nd century (Torso, head and sphere; the rest parts were reconstructed and added in 1844 according to the then views of the iconography of Victor)

Medium: Guilded bronze

You may look in the mirror and feel like you've lost yourself.

But you know who you are, and I see you for it.

Angels, demons, deities. I see your shimmering headdresses, horns, and divine aura. You're grandiose and powerful just as you are.

Faeries, fae-folk, my kin. I see your teeth, razor sharp, contrasting those beautiful wings ever so splendidly. I miss when we could fly together.

Canines. Wolves, dogs, hyenas. Don't be afraid to bear your teeth. Not a moment goes by where your energy doesn't delight me, strong and playful and mysterious.

Felines. Tigers, cats, pumas. You're sneaky, and cunning. Your coat shines ever so beautifully in the sun with your careful management. You're truly gorgeous, prideful specimens.

Vampires, werewolves, dragons, zombies. You beasts of the night are thoroughly misrepresented. You're whimsical and terrifying, respected and loved. As you properly should be.

My cold-blooded friends! Your instincts are unparalleled. Ever vigilant but somehow so peaceful, you never fail to impress me.

Yes it's true, your non-kin companions might not see you for who you truly are. But I see your eyes, your ears, your tails, I see both snouts and muzzles alike, I see beings of great power, beings of great wisdom, beings of great kindness.

Look in the mirror again. Can't you see what I see?

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Can we

Can we talk about lazy angels

Often you see angels talked about as these beacons of hard work and perseverance, always busy, always doing something.

Give me angels sun basking, every limb stretched out, letting the sun beat down on them in warmth.

Give me angels who lazily smite someone, not really feeling up to their job and they just cast a light strike on them, enough to scare them but not do much.

Give me angels curled up, wings folder over them, grumpy and hiding wishing they could just go to bed.

Sure angels always have work to do, always have someone that needs tending to, but give me angels just,, existing. Without a purpose. Existing because they can