#Gabriel (then Lucifer) was a star maker
Text
“Why haven’t you updated Tales From 666 Magnolia Street yet Neon?”
The next chapter is Stanley and Gabriel’s meet-cute from way back before they were kicked out of Heaven. I’m making up a fuckton of lore here
#Gabriel (then Lucifer) was a star maker#(*written before Good Omens S2. it is not a reference*)#(but it’s hella funny to think that basically anyone in heaven who made space stuff decided to rebel)#‘hey God the Virtues are trying to unionize’#tales from 666 magnolia street#gabriel x intruder#gabriel x six
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
I am Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, sin of Pride!
🍎I am Lucifer Morningstar, but you can call me Luci’ or even Apple Daddy if you wish~🍎
🍎I have a daughter named Charlotte, but everyone calls her Charlie. And if anyone hurts her, well, I’ll fucking wipe them out. This is my game, I’m the ref!🍎
🍎Charlie has informed me that I, apparently, have fans on the internet? And I figured if there are people who love me out there, might as well talk to them! Take that depression!🍎
🍎No spamming walls of text/emojis in my ask!🍎
OOC:I have no association with Vivziepop or her characters, this is just an obsessed fan being bored and goofing off. Things will most likely be out of character at times, I’m just kinda having fun with this.
I also decided to edit my pinned post to add this bit. This blog has been covering sensitive topics lately such as sh, ed, sui, and more. If you are not comfortable with this, I try to tag the posts to the best of my feeble minded capabilities, but that is content you can find here, so be warned.
I have a Discord server
Oh wow, it’s lore!
The Morning(star)
The Scars of an Angel
A Brush with Death
The Blue-Gem series
The Blue-Gem series(2)
The Blue-Gem series(3)
The Blue-Gem series(4)
The Blue-Gem series(5)
Mod—
@sockmanduckman
Circle of role players—
Same mod—
@moxxies-wife—Blitzø’s employee #1
@mammon-money-maker—Nuisance
@wally-wackfords-wacky-blog—Blitzø’s old chum
Family—
@charlie-morningstar666–My beautiful little girl!
@the-moth-ex-angel—Soon to be daughter in law!
@alyxdefoisnthere—Bad sleep schedule daughter.
@damian-morningstar—Son
@headlessdeaddancer—My (step-)son!
@mcalastor—fiancé Freaky ass bitch.
@god-the-lord—My father has Tumblr?!?!
@bigdoginthesky—Another dad
@theholymessenger—Gabriel
@theholyhealer—Raphael
@michael-the-morningstar—Michael
@heavenly--knight—Another Michael?!?!
@ask-the-archs—2 for 1
@featheryhoe—King of Lust
Other—
@blitztheoissilent—Blitzø (formerly @blitz-horsie-enthusiast and @blitz-the-o-is-silent)
@logical-imp—Blitzø’s employee #2
@ducky-loyal-servant-of-lucifer—Cure for depression
@xxsmilingdeerxx—Freak
@radio-demon-on-the-air—Freak *2
@fizzythefrog—Blitzø’s bestie
@blue-gem-overlord—Ripoff Lapis
@heavens-gatekeeper—Petah!!!!
@king-mammon—Another Mammon
@sad-bird-stolas—My bestie
@the-original-dickmaster—My best friend
@the-exterminator—Adam’s petty ex
@lute-head-exterminator—Adam’s petty ex*2
@bad-boy-lover—Niffty
@nifftyhasaknife—Niffty*2
@penguinmaster9999—T and pals
@deadbeatbartender—Husker
@sober-husker—Husker*2
#hazbin#hazbin hotel#lucifer#lucifer hazbin#lucifer hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer magne#hazbin lucifer#roleplay#hazbin roleplay#hazbin hotel roleplay#hazbin ask blog#Apple Sauce:Original Posts#pinned post#pinned intro#king--of--ducks
208 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Chekhov’s Gun” and Good Omens Episode 1 SPOILERS and speculation
yes i was at the Brooklyn July 18 premiere so these are real spoilers
The “Chekhov’s gun” is a story telling principle that says any detail in a story should serve a purpose in the overall narrative, i.e. if you SHOW a gun to the audience, it SHOULD be fired later in the story.
Applying this to Heaven’s threat of erasing a name from the “Book of Life” as punishment for anyone hiding or kidnapping or assisting in the missing Gabriel issue: we have never heard the term “Book of Life” in season 1, and why mention it as a threat if it is not to be used in the plot? Why not just say “torture” or “toss into the deepest pit” or anything else that we as the audience would clearly understand as “bad thing”?
No, it is purposefully stated “erased from the Book of Life” and then we are explicitly told this will mean “they will have never existed”.
I propose this prediction for the climax of the story, based on my seeing episodes 1 & 2 AND the EVERY SPOILER!!! so STOP HERE if you have avoided and want to continue to avoid “EVERY”. I guess basically here is my current fanfic for the season.
Fact: we have yet to find out Angel Crowley’s name. He suspiciously doesn't give it to Aziraphale who prompts him for an introduction in the opening pre-fall scene. He changes his name at least once, from Crawley to Crowley, and maybe more times since Hastur and Ligur bemoan “whats he going by these days” in season 1
Fact: The ONLY reason Crowley gets involved in helping hide Gabriel is after hearing that the Book of Life erasure punishment is in play and RUSHES to Aziraphale to protect him while “Good old fashioned lover boy” plays
THEORY: Crowley will take the blame for hiding Gabriel by handing him into Hell in order to protect Aziraphale. Gabriel will regain his memory and will come to recognize Crowley as either Raphael or Lucifer (more on that theory later) and Crowley will get Gabriel to swear to secrecy that Aziraphale was involved because hey wouldnt an Archangel want to take out a powerful demon who was once an Archangel or Gods Favorite Light Bringer? So Gabriel allows Crolwey to take the blame and heaven to erase him.
Crowley will rush back to the bookshop to say goodbye to Aziraphale and EVERY happens. Something like “Well i guess if its my last chance to say it” a la doctor who happens, and smoooooch. and THEN.
Nothing happens. Crowley cannot be erased because no one in heaven knows his name. They demand Muriel (a scribe angel) look up “the Demon Crowley” and she realizes rather happily there is no such name in the book. They try “the Demon Crawley” and still no luck.
Gabriel returns to heaven, and he keeps mum on the subject, having gone on an emotional journey with the husbands, he looks at Muriel knowingly and says something like “o well, Muriel keep looking, however long it takes” and he turns on his heel and is off. Muriel smiles and we cut back to our husbands that are really confused, Aziraphale cuz he just got smooched by the love of his life and Crowley cuz apparently he now has to live with his actions....
As for the “Lucifer” theory instead of the Raphale theory: in the HEBREW BIBLE Satan and Lucifer appear to be different angels, Satan a title meaning “the opposer” or “the acuser” and Lucifer “Morning Star” or “Light Bringer” an angel “that fell”.
Crowley was an angel creating stars including falling stars.
Crowley appears to be the more powerful miracle maker in season 1, and appears to outrank Aziraphale in the pre fall scene.
The angels say the miracle to hide Gabriel (which Crowley and Azirpahale performed together) was EXTREMELY powerful, too powerful for Azirpahale.
Crowley was an angel and a demon that did his own thing and didnt listen to authority, either God or Satan.
Satan, the red horny guy, is clearly called “Satan” in season 1 EXCEPT for the bar scene where Crowley states “i was bored... and then hey its lucifer and the guys!” - what if he is referring to HIMSELF and the guys? it would still work.
Neil has been pretty against the Raphael theory for some time....
ANYWAY. This is AAALLLL probably way off BUT if i even have a small portion of something right i need it written down to point to after July 28 :)
In ANY case there MUST be some kind of USE of the Book of Life i CANNOT imagine a world where that “gun” doesnt “fire”
EDIT: another story telling principle is called a “Red Herring” and that could also well be in play here, what with all the “Clue” references earlier this month. Lastly, the Archangels all SEE Crowley in the Job story, but he is in his glasses and in his time appropriate clothing....maybe the fact that he is always blending into the fashions of the time is that he is sorta HIDING his status as Raphale or Lucifer and blending in?
200 notes
·
View notes
Note
Could I request Lucifer x champion reader?
Can be sfw or nsfw👀, little bit of hurt/comfort, missunderstandings, them being reunited and maybe love confessions?
Much like Lucifer R used to an angel, knowing Lucifer back then aswell, R being considered a Golden child but also a trouble maker because they craved freedom, R remained and mourned when Lucifer fell but was prevented from following after them by their parents, R becoming kinda like a replacement for Samael in heaven since they were both the best and favorites despite their trouble making nature. Eventually R rebels against heaven and chose to leave and revisit their “best friend” you can chose how it continues and ends.
Your Feelings True
Oookay so that was a bit of a rollercoaster. I loved your request and as soon as I read it I had two different plots in my mind. Since I liked both so much, I thought why not do both! So we have the same premise but with two endings: one Happy with a hint of corruption and one Angsty with cruel Lucifer and sad feels. I hope you enjoy it! Also, it is sfw, but I liked the happy ending very much and will probably do a small continuation for it especially because I want LUCIFER SMUT. Sorry, Gwen's Lucifer just does things to me...
Anyway... enjoy!
You remembered what had brought you there, in front of the Ruler of Hell. How could you forget? Their beautiful face could never fade from your memories, no matter how many millennia passed. Their laughter whenever you toyed with your siblings’ creations, how delighted they looked when the others discovered your shenanigans. You could never get rid of the feeling they blossomed in your celestial, immaterial and hypothetical heart. Angels were made of something else, not flesh and bones, certainly not organs, but your chest still hurt as if something inside it clenched every time you thought of your best friend; the one who got away.
“Anael?” their voice was still soft, but more calculative than when last you spoke, “I thought my demons had it wrong when they claimed seeing an angel fall to our doorstep.”
You had rebelled. The Silver City didn’t have anything for you anymore. Since you were forced to battle on opposing sides with the monarch in front of you, Heaven lost its appeal, it also lost its righteousness to you. How could it be right to fight the ones you loved? Forget ineffability, it simply made no sense.
“I came for you, Samael-”
Their laughter interrupted you. You could not fail to notice the stark difference from the ones you were used to hear when you were young, just two mischievous archangels fooling around in creation, crafting the most breathtaking stars and cosmical explosions to fill the universe with beauty.
“I haven’t been called that for a long time,” if you didn’t know them your entire existence, maybe you wouldn’t have noticed the sliver of disappointment behind their practised cordial façade, but you did.
“Would you prefer I called you Lightbringer? Morning Star?” you smiled tenderly at them “Lucifer?”
Nothing changed much on their face. It saddened you that the being you loved, once full of mirth, seemed now a sealed vault, keeping everything away from view. You could not look at them without sorrow.
“Lucifer, I came here for you. I rebelled against our creator like I should have done all these years ago, to be with you,” you reach for their hand, and they let you take it.
“I seem to remember you cowering and betraying me,” they caress your hand in theirs, smiling faintly to themselves, for which reason you could not tell “You knew I would be cast here, didn’t you?”
“I overheard God and Gabriel talking of your rebellion. God certainly knew I was aware of your fate but didn’t seek me to explain. I knew you would be cast to the farthest place from Heaven, but I didn’t know of the existence of Hell, I only thought we would be so far away that no light would ever kiss our skin again, and I could not let you do that to yourself.”
Their grasp on your hand loosened, and they brought both their hands to your face, caressing your cheeks free of the few tears staining them. They were so gentle, their face so compassionate that you were overcome by your feelings, covering their hands with yours and looking deep into their eyes.
“I love you, Lucifer. I could not live a second more away from your presence. The Silver City in all its glory pales in comparison to my feelings for you.”
At that moment, Lucifer closed the space between your faces, coming down to meet you in the middle. They kissed you feverously, ferociously, as if their life depended on it, and you responded with just as much. You felt their fingers holding your head strongly, if you were a different being you might have felt searing pain from the sheer force they held you with, the desperation in them almost too much, too overwhelming.
Suddenly you screamed, parting from them in a panicked thrashing. Your wings were burning.
Happy Ending
Immediately, Lucifer held up their hands, deep sorrow and resentment twisting their face. They stepped close to you while you screamed and thrashed like a wounded animal, eyes wide with no understanding of what was happening and why your feathers had simply combusted.
“Shh, calm down, my love,” they walked carefully in your direction “It will end soon, I’m afraid I can’t make it stop but let me help you with the pain.”
The fire was slowly subsiding, in their place blackened leathery wings like a bat’s were becoming visible. The smell of burnt flesh was not uncommon in Hell, but somehow you could tell the smell of your own body from the others.
You fell to the ground, all strength was gone from you, and Lucifer encircled you with their wings, pulling you to their lap in a protective bubble. Their touch was oddly calming and you felt yourself give in to their soft words.
“I must admit I thought you would have burned in your fall. Perhaps Heaven is a bit more vindictive than we give it credit for.”
You could not believe they would do this to you. You saw it happening to Lucifer, but somehow you thought it would be different now, you thought your wings would remain dove-white and gentle. It appeared you were wrong.
“Come, I’ll take care of you,” they lifted you in their arms, taking you to what you could assume was their chambers “I will make you the strongest ruler to ever exist. No real shall be unaware of your power, fierceness, and wisdom. You will rule by my side, and we will bring those bastards to dust.”
As they whispered in your years, you felt a slow smile twisting your lips. Maybe it was the fall, maybe you resented The Presence since the first rebellion, but the thought of burning it all to the ground sent you into a satisfied sleep, in your dreams, you saw Hell the only remaining realm in the universe.
Angsty Ending
“Do you think I believe for a second that you chose to come to me? To abdicate the cold comfort of the Silver City for your supposed ‘affection’ for me?” their voice was cold and cruel, their smile just as kind and comforting as before. You could not understand how such bitterness could be hidden by so perfect of a mask.
When your guard were down, Lucifer manipulated the flames in the throne room to burn you, making your wings as black as theirs.
“Bitterness has consumed everything good in you, Samael, you’re a shadow of who you were, you’re not free, you are a slave to your resentment!” you shouted, infuriated. The rage building in your body enough to power a hundred smites. However, you had just fallen, your wings were just burned, and even with the power for a very decent battle against Lucifer, you lacked the strength to wield it.
“Mazikeen, please escort our guest to their cell. Make sure it’s the right one, where they’ll be able to contemplate what a foolish choice it was to betray me,” they said, gesturing with their hand to summon the archdemon.
You didn’t have a way of escape, Lucifer would make sure you were securely held in their claws, so you simply accompanied the creature to your new abode, a windowless cell of hot obsidian. It was just your luck you discovered that now you could burn.
After hours of introspection, sitting in your hellishly warm and uncomfortable cell, you realize why Samael were entitled “Prince of Lies”. Because in the throne room, when you looked into their eyes, you could swear on your life and the life of all living beings that they loved you just as much as you did them. It appeared you were wrong.
#answered request#lucifer morningstar x reader#the sandman lucifer morningstar x reader#hurt/comfort#angst#corruption if you squint#reader turns a bit evil#angel!reader#fallen angel!reader#lightbringer#the sandman lucifer morningstar
191 notes
·
View notes
Text
War in Heaven
Beelzebub stared at the sleeping form of the angel beside them. Angels did not need to sleep, nor did demons, but certain individuals had gotten into the habit over the years. Gabriel had started sleeping during his time with Aziraphale. Beelzebub wasn’t opposed to the idea of sleep, but they enjoyed the silence that overtook when they were the only one awake. It contrasted with the constant noise of Hell, and left them with room to think.
They reached over to Gabriel’s face, reveling in his perfect features. They didn’t have to return to Heaven or Hell. They were alone now, and it was perfect. No more war. No more fighting.
Bezaliel reached their hand out, allowing the small insect to perch on their fingers. Its delicate wings buzzed, and they smiled. Their own small creation. Perfect.
The other Cherubim twittered about them, praising the creation. They turned towards the Cherubim and spread their hands, grinning. Behind their shoulders, the wings adorning their back twisted, flattening into two mosaic wings to match the insect’s. They laughed along with the others, twirling, and showing off the delicate patterns of veins.
They did not notice when the other Cherubim became silent, and slowly disappeared.
“Bezaliel,” A voice called. They twisted quickly. Michael stared back, face disapproving. Bezaliel folded the wings behind them. “What are you doing?”
They looked down at the little bug, now perched on their shoulder, and smiled guiltily. “Oh, nothing much..” They smiled nervously. “I was told to help with Creation. Little insects, you see? To help clean the Earth.” This was not wrong, they thought. It was the truth, after all. They were tasked with the creation of these little flying creatures.
Michael was unimpressed. She nodded, gesturing towards them with a single hand. “And?”
Bezaliel’s wings fluttered quietly. “I was thinking, they should be called Flies. Because they fly, yeah?”
“And the creation of... Flies.. Requires you to alter thine own Form, gifted to you by the Almighty?”
Bezaliel gaped. “Well, no- Of course not, it was just a joke,” they tried. Michael’s four wings spread behind her as she frowned.
“You are aware, yes, of the consequences this action of yours might have? Extreme Sanctions.”
Bezaliel’s wings buzzed. They wanted nothing more than to fly away and hide amongst the insects they had made.
“I will give you the mercy of forgiveness, this time. Do not hold it lightly. You don’t wish to know what these Extreme Sanctions are, do you?” She spoke. She was smiling now, wings angled towards the Cherub as she spoke. It was confining, in all the Emptiness surrounding them. They shuddered.
“Of course. My apologies.” Nothing more, they wanted nothing more than for Michael to leave. They wanted the comforting chirps of the Cherubim, not Michael’s burning voice. Their wings seemed to curl, against the heat of their words. Holy Fear filled them. They wanted to leave.
Michael nodded. Their wings flapped once, and they were gone, leaving the wave of searing heat to dissipate. Bezaliel’s wings fluttered again, and the Fly landed on their nose, tapping its legs gently against their face. They breathed out, Emptiness filling their Form.
Gabriel stirred, opening violet eyes. He smiled, reaching over to Beelzebub. “Hello, my Dear,” he said, gentle and kind and with a breath made of cool air.
Bezaliel spread their wings, grinning. Lucifer had called a meeting amongst the Lower Choirs, and they were part of this. It was the beginning of a New Age, Lucifer had said. Something needed to be discussed, away from his Holy Siblings. And they had come. The other Cherubim had fluttered their wings wearily, whispering amongst themselves. Beelzebub was one of the only to agree to come. But there were other Angels as well. The red-haired Star-maker had come, fidgeting nervously beside Lucifer.
Bezaliel approached them. Lucifer smiled, spreading his arms. “Ah! See here, even just a Cherubim has come to hear our discussions. Come here. Stand with me while we talk.” He beckoned to Bezaliel, and they returned his smile, moving beside him. He was the Morning Star, beautiful and Perfect. He radiated with the heat of the other Archangels, but it did not smother like Michael. It was intoxicating.
“Everyone! You have come here, to listen to my Words. Some of you, I am sure, have heard of the workings. Perhaps you have been tasked to help complete them. But there is more. Man. Which shall be known as God’s greatest creation, above even the Highest of us. Above even me,” Lucifer said, his words stirring amongst the gathered angels. “We are God’s creation as well, are we not? And yet, a simple creature, a Man, will be our ruler. This is not Right! We are not beings that grovel, not to anyone but the Highest. Why? Why is this what God has stated shall be?” He said, and continued, telling of God’s words. The angels listened, enraptured with the beautiful Morning Star.
Bezaliel snapped their wings in approval following Lucifer’s words. They were not alone, and the Empty filled with the sound of Holy wingbeats.
Beelzebub laid their head in Gabriel’s hand. “Hello. Do you remember? The War?”
Burning angels surrounded them as they roared, throwing a spear through the wing of a Cherub. This was War, and one way or another it would be finished. Lucifer had led the first attack, and Bezaliel could see him, the Holy Sword of Michael piercing him as he fought. He had changed, dangerous and horrible. Bezaliel grinned. He was a different sort of beautiful now.
Their faces turned, and they breathed in the Fire. Their form split into many, becoming the Flies they had created. They flowed through the mouths of the angels, devouring them and drinking their Holy Essence. A single Angel stood in the midst of the battle. Gabriel, Bezaliel thought. He was not an angel of War. An easy target, holding only a trumpet. They flew towards him, the sound of a hundred flies’ wings singing in unison.
Gabriel turned to them, his wings folded precisely. He frowned, and the Trumpet changed. Bezaliel could not alter their course, and the sword rammed through them. They screamed, burning with Holy Fire. Their form collapsed, becoming one once more, and they were burning. They fell away from the sword, screaming. Their wings were scorching as Gabriel stood above them.
He frowned again, holding the sword out. It returned to its previous form, a trumpet. “What a shame,” he said. He turned the other way and raised the trumpet again.
Their wings burned, and they flared them, beating them in the hopes of putting out the fire, but it only fed the flames. They couldn’t hold themself up, not anymore, not with burning wings, and they fell. Fell, burning and burning towards the ground. The realization hit them along with the pain. They could not return. Not now, not if they begged. Holy Mercy would not be extended to them now.
They plunged into the Earth, and sank deeper, down into pools of burning Sulphur. They did not move, as more angels Fell towards them. They let the Sulphur fill their form and cool their burning wings. They could not return.
They were not Bezaliel anymore.
Gabriel tilted his head, brushing his thumb against Beelzebub’s cheek. “Yeah. What about it?”
Beelzebub sighed, leaning into his touch. “Tell me about it. Not the ‘Holy’ version. Yours.”
Violet eyes searched their face, and they met them with a small smile.
“Well.. You and a group of other angels, led by Him, rebelled against Her plan. Michael fought against Him, and I played during the fight. You came for me. I remember that.”
Beelzebub nodded, pressing forward into Gabriel’s arms. “I couldn’t kill you. I wanted too.”
Gabriel chuckled. He ran his fingers through their hair, gently shooing away the flies that circled. “No. You weren’t quite as strong then.” He smiled, nestling his face into the top of their head. “You are now. If we were to fight again, I don’t know who would win.”
“And that’s why we left,” Beelzebub added.
“And that’s why we left.”
They spread two pairs of dark wings, encircling the two of them in soft feathers. They were alone now, and it was perfect.
#Writing#Look I did a thing-#Goes with the piece of art I did before#Inspired by Oh Ana by Mother Mother#Anywayssss#Admin goes insane and writes 1384 words of .Something
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
Good Omentober Day 9 - Gabriel
Prompt by @disaster-dog
Gabriel reflects on his treatment of his angelic sibling and begins to feel the wrath of the Almighty as he condemns her to Hell.
“What did you do to my child?” The bellowing voice of the almighty rang out throughout the halls of Heaven.
Gabriel looked around him, still clutching the starmaker's journal in his arms. Caphriel was hardly the first Angel he’d sent to eternal damnation but never before had he heard this voice
“My blessed creator I was simply enacting punishment on a misbehaving Angel,” Gabriel assured and miracled the book away, “I’m making sure there are no threats to your plan.”
“I don’t know that you have my best interest in mind, Gabriel. That’s why I’ve created a new position. I’m sure you’ll become quite familiar. The Metatron will speak for me from here on out. I have to clean up your mess before the humans are set to arrive.”
Gabriel felt a sense of guilt suddenly course through his body. As an archangel, he had never disappointed the Almighty before. He couldn’t, however, work out why Caphriel’s punishment was the one that caused such a reaction.
Caphriel was nothing but a mistake. Some little star maker who was a disappointment since day one. Gabriel remembered her creation, after all. The Almighty wanted one more archangel in charge of beauty and imagination. Gabriel, despite being a new angel himself at the time, thought the prospect was ridiculous. How could you have angels in charge of healing and wisdom and decide you want one for something as punitive as imagination?
In her creation, something went terribly wrong. Caphriel, despite being incredibly powerful was hardly at the rank of the archangels. She was weak, and it was immediately obvious she was a mistake. That was the only time Gabriel had ever questioned the Almighty’s judgement.
God insisted that Caphriel was as much one of their siblings as the others but like the runt of the little she was, she was tormented. She would never feel the love of the archangels. She was nothing.
Gabriel would never let her forget it either. Caphriel would always attempt to talk to the archangels about her designs but they were busy doing actual work. When she was first designing her nebulas, she would come and ask Gabriel for help.
“Gabriel?” Caphriel asked softly, clutching her journal in her arms. She had been stopping by less but all the other angels she’d talked to had brushed her off. She was hoping her brother, in her desperation would be able to give some advice, “Could you please just look at one thing-“
“I don’t have time for you, Caphriel. Go disappear off into the stars like you always do,” Gabriel spat.
After that, Gabriel only ever saw Caphriel in passing and when he did she kept her head down and would fly past faster. Occasionally, Gabriel would hear her name uttered in the halls as other angels marvelled at her most recent feats. Unsurprisingly, he never saw the appeal.
---
It wasn’t until the War they ever met up again. Caphriel, as aloof as always, wouldn't commit to a side. Gabriel knew that she would often talk to Lucifer, yet Lucifer knew of her relation to Gabriel. Caphriel would spend every day out in the stars, avoiding as much of the war as she could. Gabriel chalked it up to fear, knowing how weak she always had been. Lucifer assumed it was an act of defiance as she wouldn’t stand with the other archangels.
“I just don’t think we need to fight. Is it really that bad if the humans get free will?” Caphriel asked Gabriel tentatively, returning from the cosmos only briefly to check up on what was happening, “Are we just upset that they will have something we don’t?”
Caphriel never wanted to see any of the angels hurt. She’d known what they were able to do to her and had no reason to believe they would hold back on any traitor. Especially when some of them were known to be her friends.
Gabriel let out a low chuckle, his expression darkening as he turned to his disgraceful sister, “If you care about free will so much, why aren’t you part of the rebellion?”
“I just don’t know if either side is right. Everyone’s quick to judge but no one is trying to understand.”
Gabriel huffed and pulled Caphriel up by her robes to meet his eye level, “We understand. We’re God’s finest angels. You’d do good to remember that. Unless you want to admit that you’ve been a mistake this whole time.”
Gabriel threw Caphriel down to the ground where she let out a forced sob. Despite all the years of torment by the archangels, she was still so surprised her brother could be so cruel. Her body shook with sobs and she curled up into herself, trying to shield herself from Gabriel with her wings.
“What’s this, a grey feather?” Gabriel tutted, holding the feather in his hand. Before his brain fully registered what he was doing, he plucked the feather, gaining a small squeak from his sister. “Looks like you’ve chosen a side after all.”
He inspected her wings, plucking each slightly off-white feather with enough force to break her if he wanted to. With each move of his hand, she twitched in fear but she had nowhere to escape to, instead forced to sit and take the punishment from the figure that was meant to protect her
“Gabriel, please-” She choked, flinching as another feather was plucked from her wings that now had various bare patches and golden blood was beginning to form in tiny drops along its span.
Gabriel kicked her aside and she lost grasp of her journal. She desperately reached for it but Gabriel swooped in to take it away from her.
“You won’t be needing this.”
#gabriel#good omens 2#good omentober#good omens#angel crowley#pre fall crowley#crowley#heaven good omens#archangel gabriel#tw abuse
11 notes
·
View notes
Note
its just me and the never-ending, all-consuming rabbit hole that is deciding which angel i headcanon crowley to be before she fell
right now im loving the idea of some angels not existing at all and most of their traits are tansfered to one angel instead so i see crowley as raphael, seraphiel, and jophiel
AND
AND AND AND AND AND
JOPHIEL WAS HIS ANGEL NAME.
ANTHONY J CROWLEY
AND HE SAYS THAT THE J DOESNT STAND FOR ANYTHING BC IT HURTS HIM TOO MUCH TO HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT
BECAUSE IT HURTS HIM TOO MUCH TO HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT
not you breaking my heart again on this fine November day 😭😭😭
Okay but like, all those possibilities! It's so difficult to stick to just one, right?? I've seen so many angel!Crowley headcanons over the last few years, some super detailed too, some really really really convincing - and the truth is, I just can't make up my mind xD
I'm pretty sure Neil will never ever confirm any of those headcanons, either - unless, of course, he plans to reveal Crowley's former angel name in a possible season 3? Like, it doesn't seem very likely but it could happen, right??
Personally, I like the Jophiel headcanon just as much as the next person 💖 The fact that it would fit the infamous "J" is really enticing, I must admit :P After watching s2 though, I'm mostly wondering if Aziraphale ever knew Crowley's angel name in the first place tbh. We see Aziraphale introduce himself when they first meet, but Crowley/Star-maker doesn't reciprocate (too busy being awestruck by his beloved stars 💖), and we don't really know how long it was before he went and Asked his Questions and was cast out as a result, nor if he ever got to interact with Aziraphale again before that happened.
fjsgdjskssk I don't know, there are so many blank spaces here, and so many things could have happened in between!!!
All I can say is, out of all the headcanons out there, like the ones that posit Crowley as former Raphael, or just him as a very powerful archangel in general, etc, I tend to prefer the ones where he was just. Just an angel, you know? Not particularly renowned, not amongst the "big names", you know, God's "favourites" like Gabriel or Michael or Lucifer or whatever, just… just your average angel, who happened to be curious, and creative, and caring, and sweet, and wanted to watch his stars and nebulas grow and develop into their full potential 💖
If I'm being really, really, really super honest though, I keep thinking that… this might be the one mystery I wouldn't mind leaving alone. I'm only speaking for myself, of course, I can't stress that enough! But… does it- I mean, does it really matter who Crowley used to be? It doesn't change who he is now, nor how much he is loved - loved for who he is, a tender-hearted demon, or I guess a "former" demon, since Hell's pretty much disowned him at this point.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, it doesn't make any difference to me whether or not his former name (would it be appropriate to call it a deadname?) is ever revealed. He's Crowley, a demon who only goes along with Hell as far as he can, who cares so much and loves so deeply, and that means everything to me already 💕💕💕
#stucky just stucky#personal#also the fact that he and aziraphale might have been considered as two “nobodies” by both heaven and hell for ages#AND THEN they happened to thwart the apocalypse#AND THEN they went and unleashed enough power to bring somebody back from the dead 25 times over#JUST BECAUSE THEY DID IT TOGETHER#WITH ALL THEIR LOVE#idk there's something about that that tickles me in just the right way 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
Same archangel anon;;
I'm glad you still remember Lucifer when he was the archangel, Samael. People like to block that out of history, like he didn't exist. And that God himself casted him away out of fear, he was the holiest and brightest of all the angels after all. His perfect creation.
...
Ya know Azazel, its funny. God himself is one of the seven deadly sins. He's PRIDE. And sometimes WRATH. Its.. A little hypocritical if you ask me. God can be 2 of the seven deadly sins but if a human sins they are doomed to burn in hell, (even though I think Lucifer isn't that bad of a person. He WAS fucked over by god after all.)
"Ah, it seems you were mistaken then. If you're referring to Lucifer, then you're thinking of Shaytan. And before he was Shaytan, the 'accuser', and before he was Lucifer, the 'light bringer', he was Heylel--the 'morning star.' Samael was another Archangel. I understand how confusing it is, as ‘evil’ angels became known as ‘satans’ and thus a great deal of conflagration occurred.
"But of course I remember Shaytan as an Archangel. I don't think anyone from Eden who was born--or, created, 'spawned' in--then has forgotten. Even Gabriel surely remembers, though she's of a nature that she doesn't want to think of troubling things.
"It's true that Shaytan was the best of us. Perhaps it was that perfection in his creation that made him rebel. He, too, must have seen the injustice in our System. . . ."
He knew to an extent why Shaytan rebelled, of course. They'd talked about it before it happened. A lot of things happened when the Almighty began to plan the creation of humans. . .not that Shaytan didn't have issues with the System before then. That’s why he was so happy to rule in Gehenna--where ultimately majority ruled instead of a single higher power declared righteous.
"That is, perhaps, expected of the Role of the Lightbringer--he'd shone light on that which made the System of Eden unreliable, unsustainable, and worth changing. But to change Eden's System would take away God's power and influence. I understand that one at the top of the System would not want that. . .but that only emphasizes the selfishness of El's instruction, does it not? A System is meant to support those in it."
Shaytan. . .would have made a better System.
Michael must realize that now. Especially seeing MC's constitution, housing exiles and the lost, forming bonds with everyone and doing the best they can to avoid sacrifices for the betterment of everyone, and drawing in Faith no matter the world of origin. . .MC would make a wonderful System, hence the plans of the Rule Makers.
Though this begs the question. . .is Michael working by the will of El, the God of Eden? Or has he begun to see for himself the faults in the System of Eden?
Or had he always seen them, and was too frightened, or indifferent, to act against El?
He realizes he was, perhaps, quiet longer than intended as he struggled to understand the other Angel.
"You're correct--Shaytan is not a bad person. Was not." He confirms with a nod. "He ruled Gehenna fairly as the System would allow. He was, indeed, selfish and proud, but that's not a bad thing. Who will live your life if not you? Who will think of you, for you, if you do not? Is it truly 'evil' to think for oneself and put oneself first if those around you do not suffer without reason as a result? His only crime was seeing himself as above the rest--just as he'd been raised to do. That and I suppose he killed a lot of angels in the rebellion, but I mean before that. He was selfish, but he was also selfless enough to fight against the System for those within it.
"As for El. . . . El is creator of all things in Eden. So even God is not free from sin, as its maker and the supposed orchestrator of all things in Eden.
"But sin, as 'my' creation, is not a bad thing. It's merely impulse and knowledge drawing one to what they may find love in. It is no more evil than a Rule is dangerous without a Role. Most are little more than emotions and attractions.
"But El acts hypocritically. What is justice at the will of God is crime at the will of others. The only hope for them in the eyes of Eden is to repent and plead forgiveness. . .from a being who would not hesitate to do much worse than they.
"These chains thus far hold back the sins of mankind. But they would not hold back the sins of God.
"Perhaps, as is often said, that is simply 'God's plan.'"
#anon#answers#((me trying to figure out the chronology of shaytan like))#((lucifuge said he hasn't seen him since he fell from eden))#((which doesn't make sense unless he was from eden and lived/worked in gehenna and then went back to eden))#((which is plausible since the gate between the two is supposed to be open?))#((also zabaniyya who also is from gehenna said that shaytan fell to earth not to gehenna))#((which makes more sense if lucifuge hasn't seen him since he went to start a war in eden))#((so lucifuge may have thought 'well if you fall from eden you go to gehenna' but couldn't find him))#((whereas zabaniyya as the one who punishes people in gehenna knows he must have gone to earth instead since he didn't return to gehenna))#((it wouldn't make much sense to send him back to gehenna anyway if he came from there))#((anyway basically it's eden(as heylel)->gehenna(as shaytan witht he title Lightbringer/Lucifer)->eden->exile void))#((but if you're looking up towards eden from gehenna it'd look like he'd been coming towards gehenna. but he didn't make it))
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Tagged by @mirach
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!
1. A long time ago, Crowley was an angel. He was a star-maker — which, to a human, sounds very impressive. (Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star)
2. Being the god of spring was... fine. There was nothing wrong with it. Well, apart from the overbearing mother [...] (When Earth Freezes Over)
3. "Sorry, I have to do what?" (Living Up To The Legend)
4. Aziraphale was a hobbit. Not a nasty, gossipy, vindictive creature, no; that would be mistaking her for her sister-in-law, Lobelia. (There And Back Again (And Again, And Again...))
5. Lucifer fell. It was a story that would be told from generation to generation, one which would spark the first heavenly war […] (Rise And Fall)
6. Crows began to gather in the treetops, darkening the sky that shone through the pine needles in irregular patches. (Omens of Another Kind)
7. When Mr Crowley crumpled to the floor, apropos of nothing, in the lobby of his apartment building, it took a moment before anyone managed to act. (A Grave Mistake)
8. Dan had worked hard for this job. Waiting on tables in swanky restaurants was not only better paid than a standard waiting job […] (Waiting On Someone New)
9. "I'm going to kill that wizard," Crowley grumbled under his breath, traipsing through the mud and smoke. (The Good Orc)
10. Tauriel had hoped that returning to the Greenwood could salve her broken heart. She worked, and trained, and wept on her own […] (What Remains of a Heart)
11. Michael dropped a file on Gabriel’s desk. He looked up, raising a brow. “What’s this?” he said, opening it. (The Terrible Fate of the Principality Aziraphale)
12. A flying date! What a capital idea. Since they started moving things along in their relationship, they kept finding new ways to make this love their own. (Birds of a Feather)
13. Aziraphale knew from the moment he discovered his pregnancy that he would have to go without a few things. (Tempted)
14. Crowley definitely delivered on his promise to dote on Aziraphale. No matter how many times Aziraphale reminded him […] (Double the Fun)
15. Aziraphale had been tasked with hunting a lone orc, one which had been straying in and out of the Great Greenwood for weeks. (The Orc & The Elf)
16. Crowley landed flat in his back with a long groan. The cellar floor was hard, and the air was thick with incense and candle-smoke. (The Whole ‘Being Summoned’ Thing)
17. It was late one evening when Aziraphale finally plucked up the nerve to tell him. Well, he couldn’t exactly leave it much longer […] (When An Angel And A Demon Love Each Other Very Much...)
18. They’d done it. They’d averted the apocalypse. (Crowley’s Flat, 4:04 AM: The Very First Day Of The Rest Of Their Lives)
19. Mr Fell had many good friends in Soho, even some he didn't know about. The baker down the street always looked forward to his visits […] (Digging For Gold)
20. Everyone falls on hard times now and then, especially if you lived in London. It wasn’t exactly high-class living at the best of times […] (Instant Regret)
Patterns: The first sentence usually establishes a fact, introduces a character, or sets the atmosphere. If I’m doing a crossover (because yes, all of the above are Good Omens fics), I like to parody a well-known line, like in #4. The opening lines often have a dry or deadpan humour to them, or subverts an expectation somehow, even in a small way.
Favourite: Got to be #9, that line is even funnier out of context
@candyqueenblog @ishomoogoo @nohaijiachi @theladydrgn
#tag game#my fics#ao3 fic#fic rec#no pressure to participate if you don’t want#good omens#ineffable husbands#long post
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
+mydecember+ Twilight ver. 13
( 10:50 PM )
Math-class doodle of Rukura (Raphael), airbrushed. Came out nicely. ^.^
( 10:07 PM )
John's suggestion for a feel-good song that Mr. Rozario (school principal) should play over the PA system in the morning? Children of the Damned by Iron Maiden.... how I agree! ^____^
We're sick, sick people. Can you tell we're related??
song of the moment: "Genocide" by the Offspring. I really gotta get some of the Offspring cds... I want Smash, Americana, and Conspiracy of One.... *sulks*
( 9:57 PM )
Ribby-chan... s'all being taken care of. Mike and Matt be lookin' after me closely, and if Dan does anything else, he's in for some serious trouble. *heh* Mike or Matt my soulmate? Dooood, Mike's a pal, and Matt's like my older brother (he's actually my most recent ex-boyfriend in a way). Thanks for the concern, tho! And don't worry... I beat Dan up nice. If I have my way, he'll be singing soprano come next week.
*heehee* I think I've FOUND my soulmate, anyhoo. *pointed look at someone who's screen name rhymes with punkin' pie* *heartheart* ^__^
( 9:49 PM )
*runs around screaming fangirlishly* YUMMY! YUMMY! I GOT A CUTE, SCAAAAAAARY DOOD FOR THIS TEST!!!
Ideal anime guy test...
# 1 Zagato from Magic Knight Rayearth
# 2 Ashitare from Fushigi Yuugi
# 3 Chichiri from Fushigi Yuugi
# 4 Hotohori from Fushigi Yuugi
# 5 Kiryuu Touga from Shoujo Kakumei Utena
# 6 Taikoubou from Senkaiden Houshin Engi
# 7 Hayama Akito from Kodomo no Omocha
# 8 Kyoichi Saionji from Shoujo Kakumei Utena
# 9 Morisato Keichi from Ah! My Goddess
# 10 Nakago from Fushigi Yuugi
# 11 Ohtori Akio from Shoujo Kakumei Utena
# 12 Ryohji Kaji from Neon Genesis Evangelion
# 13 Eagle Vision from Magic Knight Rayearth
# 14 Gabriev Gourry from The Slayers
# 15 Ikari Gendo from Neon Genesis Evangelion
# 16 Nagoya Chiaki from Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne
# 17 Chiriko from Fushigi Yuugi
# 18 Li Shaolan from Cardcaptor Sakura
# 19 Tsukishiro Yukito / Yue from Cardcaptor Sakura
# 20 Eriol Hiigarizawa / Clow from Cardcaptor Sakura
# 21 Ikari Shinji from Neon Genesis Evangelion
# 22 Kinomoto Touya from Cardcaptor Sakura
# 23 Shiirou Kamui from X (X/1999)
# 24 Tamahome from Fushigi Yuugi
# 25 Monou Fuuma from X (X/1999)
( 9:46 PM )
Ideal anime girl test... how'd they know that I adore Skuld, Ami-chan, and Misato? o.O
# 1 Skuld (Oh my Goddess)
# 2 Amy (Sailormoon)
# 3 Misato (Eva)
# 4 Belldandy (Oh my Goddess)
# 5 Kari (Digimon)
# 6 Rei (Eva)
# 7 Lita (Sailormoon)
# 8 Mina (Sailormoon)
# 9 Fuu (MK Rayearth)
# 10 Serena (Sailormoon)
# 11 Hikaru (MK Rayearth)
# 12 Sora (Digimon)
# 13 Bulma (Dragon Ball)
# 14 Mimi (Digimon)
# 15 Misty (Pokemon)
# 16 Rei (Sailormoon)
# 17 Umi (MK Rayearth)
# 18 Videl (Dragon Ball)
# 19 Asuka (Eva)
# 20 Urd (Oh my Goddess)
( 9:44 PM )
Slayers kyara test... now THESE results are good.
# 1 Gaav the Demon Dragon King
# 2 Beastmaster Zelas
# 3 Luna Inverse
# 4 Valgaav (Vally-girl! ^_^)
# 5 Xelloss Metallium
# 6 Zelgadiss Greywords
# 7 Gourry Gabriev
# 8 Lina Inverse
# 9 Rezo the Red Priest
# 10 Filia Ul Copt
# 11 Martina Whatever-Her-Last-Name-Is
# 12 Amelia Wil Tesra Seyruun
# 13 Naga (Wil Tesra Seyruun? I think so)
# 14 Kopii Rezo
# 15 Prince Phil
( 9:41 PM )
Sailor Moon test results... scary. O_O
# 1 Nehelenia
# 2 Setsuna/Sailor Pluto
# 3 Artemis
# 4 Galaxia
# 5 Haruka/Sailor Uranus
# 6 Taiki/Sailor Star Maker
# 7 Hotaru/Sailor Saturn
# 8 Michiru/Sailor Neptune
# 9 Minako/Sailor Venus
# 10 Rei/Sailor Mars
# 11 Yaten/Sailor Star Healer
# 12 Luna
# 13 Makoto/Sailor Jupiter
# 14 Princess Kakyuu
# 15 Ami/Sailor Mercury
# 16 Chibiusa/Sailor Chibi Moon
# 17 Seiya/Sailor Star Fighter
# 18 Mamoru/Tuxedo Kamen
# 19 Usagi/Sailor Moon
# 20 Chibi-Chibi/Sailor Chibi Chibi Moon
( 9:39 PM )
Pokemon test...
# 1 Satoshi/Ash
# 2 Shigeru/Gary
# 3 Nyarth/Meowth
# 4 Kasumi/Misty
# 5 Pikachu
# 6 Takeshi/Brock
# 7 Kojiro/James
# 8 Musashi/Jessie
I'm Ash and Gary... isn't that damn close to weird?
( 9:37 PM )
*laughing again* CHECK IT OUT!!
CCS Kyara test results:
# 1 Kero-chan
# 2 Syaoran Li
# 3 Touya Kinomoto
# 4 Tomoyo Daidouji
# 5 Eriol Hiiragizawa
# 6 Sakura Kinomoto
# 7 Yukito Tsukishiro
I'm Kero-chan!
( 9:35 PM )
EEEEEEH!!! O_O; For the X/1999 test...
I'm Satsuki! O_o
# 1 Yatouji Satsuki - dragon of earth
# 2 Kuzuki Kakyou - dragon of earth
# 3 Sumeragi Subaru - dragon of heaven
# 4 Monou Fuuma - dragon of earth
# 5 Nataku - dragon of earth
# 6 Shirou Kamui - dragon of heaven
# 7 Kishuu Arashi - dragon of heaven
# 8 Shiyuu Kusanagi - dragon of earth
# 9 Kigai Yuuto - dragon of earth
# 10 Sakurazuka Seishirou - dragon of earth
# 11 Aoki Seiichirou - dragon of heaven
# 12 Arisugawa Sorata - dragon of heaven
# 13 Kasumi Karen - dragon of heaven
# 14 Nekoi Yuzuriha - dragon of heaven
( 9:32 PM )
*laughing like a total idiot* CHECK THIS OUT! HOW FUNNY!!! I find that the results for my taking the Eva kyara personality test are very well done!
# 1 Asuka Langley Sohryu
# 2 Gendou Ikari
# 3 Ryouji Kaji
# 4 Misato Katsuragi
# 5 Touji Suzuhara
# 6 Kaworu Nagisa
# 7 Kouzou Fuyutsuki
# 8 Ritsuko Akagi
# 9 Aoba Shigeru
# 10 Makoto Hyuuga
# 11 Shinji Ikari
# 12 Maya Ibuki
# 13 Hikari Horaki
# 14 Rei Ayanami
# 15 Pen-Pen
( 5:56 PM )
Speller!!! You owe me Mickey ears, and I want Lance's underwear!! AND FEEL MY WRATH!! *wraths Speller* MWAHAHAHAHA! JOYCE IS DEAD! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
( 7:36 AM )
Morning Blog!
Nah-nah-nah! Riot Ink business caaaards! *heehee*
I'm okay, really.
I am headachey!!! As Amy would say... my head is doing the achey brakey dance of PAIN. So, I imagine I will get nothing done in class. Ms. Fotinos is gonna kill me for skipping anyway... *sighs*
Querida! I shall continue my efforts to make dad buckle!!
Meagen-san.... really, I know what you mean. Technically, I can draw, but I kinda lack depth in my art (from what I can see). There are very few pictures that turn out with the emotion or realism I want them to come out with..... and funny enough, that kyara that I tend to make look how I want is good ol' Lucas.
Lucas: What can I say? I'm perfect. *mutters* Yeah, right...
And yes, you're getting fanart. Now if only I can manage to scan it....
Meg's Art Corner!
Raphael-chan, or as I refer to him in RPs, Lian's Rukura. This is a fine example of what I draw in math class on scrap paper. And querida? It's not THAT good. ^##^;;;;
That's all from me!
Over an' out!
( 10:48 PM )
Of course my idea is good, querida! I'm so smart after all! *tosses away IQ test scores that say only 142*
Lucas with blue hair.... streaked with green!!!!!! Yeeaaah, baby!
( 3:23 PM )
Warning, incoming rant!
STUPID! GODDAMN FLIPPIN' STUPID!! What a GOOD way to get yourself killed! Doing f*cking drugs! STUPID STUPID!!! Goddamn it! I mean, pot, okay that's bad. Bad and STUPID. But 'shrooms?!! HOT DAMN IS THAT STUPID!! And not only that, getting yourself into a situation where you get thrown out of your mom's house?! F*cking stupid! *fumes*
(note: never mind, needed to vent.... friend issues)
( 2:00 PM )
At home and skipping civics class.... *whistles and rocks back on her heels* 9.9
You know what's scary? It's scary when a dood whom you eat lunch with even jokes about wanting to rape you. That's scary. Even scarier is when he pins you against the wall and you have to fight him off, and when he comes back, your best (guy) friends beat the living sh*t out of him. Not quite sure what to make of this.... big super duper hugs and thank yous to Mike and Matt, my new bodyguards. Dan, touch me again, and they'll kill you for sure. I'll see to it. *sweet smile*
( 7:32 AM )
Morning blog!
Querida: Yep, the Mark plot is similar to our dj idea... except a bit more profound. *heh* And seriously, tho, a good plot would be something to the effect of Mark goes baaaad-niichan and tries to end the world, and you gots to stop him. There's a plot. Hooray for plots!
Cam's efforts on trying to get Mark to put some sort of value on his own body should start working someday. I mean, HOW many times has Cam explained it? Not to mention, Mark has a nice idea of how Cam thinks now that he's been inside his mind.
Mark-niichan's a slut.... but I love him anyway!
Cam: *pounds the living daylights out of Meg for calling Mark such a thing*
*heeheehee* Animal comparisons! *heehee* I gotta try that!
Rukura = gecko
Poya = otter
Yuken = viper
Lucifer = duck
Michael = horse
Zachariah = pot-bellied pig (personality wise)
Gabriel = peacock
Kanson = crocodile (someone patch in a call to australia, let's get the Crocodile Hunter in here, please... *crosses fingers*)
Meagen-san: I'm working on a fanart for you of SailorM. I shall prolly CG it tonight or tomorrow, okie?
School blows! I don't wanna go to school! WAH!
over and out.
( 6:35 PM )
For fun, and just to annoy him... Rukura's stats!
Name: Raphael Harrison
Nickname: Rukura
Age: 17
Date of Birth: February 28th
Hair: purple
Eyes: green
Height: 6'4
Occupation: student
Descent: Angel
Family: human family includes Jacob [father, deceased] and Mary-Anne [mother, deceased]. Original family includes Kanson [father], Europa [mother, deceased], and Uriel {Yuken} [half-brother]
Friends: Lucifer, Pandora {Poya}, Michael, Zachariah
Current Residence: Atlanta, Georgia
Likes: music, reading, daydreaming, being anti-social
Dislikes: homework, unwanted attention, medication, and fighting
Skills: singing, getting weirdly good grades
Setbacks: has a rather serious heart condition, which despite medication and various attempts, is damn near impossible to treat, suicidal, and generally miserable
Notes: reincarnation of the Messiah. Human mother died in childbirth, human father committed suicide a few months later. Is considered a "problem child", as he usually gets into fights at school. Been shifted around to foster homes all his life, never staying in one particular home longer than 1 1/2 years. Most recent foster family died in a car crash, leaving him the only living "relative" to claim his foster father's fortune. Lives alone.
( 6:24 PM )
Chris-kun: Dood, a meant the person playing as being Mark... ^__^;;
Meg-chan's on net restrictions, lalalalala... she's gonna get in trouble if she gets caught on the internet, lalalalala... she's rewriting stats for LotM, lalalalala.... she's TOO attached to Raphael-chan, lalala--
Rukura: *belts Meg in the head* Don't call me that!
Meg: It's your legal name, isn't it? I like it better 'an Rukura...
Dan wants me to hit him. In the eeeeeew kinda way. Do I really come across as that much of a dom? @_@
( 7:16 AM )
Morning blog!
This is bound to be a short enrty, as mom is home. Sooo...
I had a really funky dream last night, but I don't remember it. All I remember is waking up a lot, upset, and trying to recall where I was. Bennett was curled up to me most of the night (good spiritie dood ^_^), but I don't think it helped much.... ah, well, it's the thought that counts.
Yesterday, I blew $44 on prismacolor pens. I got the box set of cool greys, plus a replacement 60% warm grey as mine is running out. That's me broke for another month now.
BMB is cuuuuuute today. *giggles* I want my verra' own Mik! I *heartheart* Mik! Rach, you better get me a Mik for my birthday! Or else!
I can't draw worth beans lately. *cries*
to Chris-kun: Thanks for the comment on the layout... and maybe now I'll bug querida to do an AH game (I honestly didn't think about that @_@).
*ponders* Yeah, you could go arouns as Mark in the game, and you could sleep with every second person you run into---
Cam: SHUT UP! *thwacks Meg*
Meg: Hey, it's not my fault that your hubby is a total sl---
Cam: *throws a table at Meg*
Meg: Itaaaai. X_X
Otaaay, enough out of me.
Over and out.
( 11:44 PM )
Hal is GOD... lalalala! Hal is thy holy master!
( 11:27 PM )
Purple is a nice colour! It's the colour of hentai. ^__^;
( 12:30 AM )
BEHOLD THE NEW LAYOUT!!!
....very purple, isn't it?
( 3:58 PM )
This close >< to shooting myself...
( 3:56 PM )
I WILL get this to work.... I swear I will.
( 3:53 PM )
HTML is annoying. Background image, where are you?
( 3:50 PM )
Let's hope for the background image now.... *crosses fingers*
( 3:45 PM )
Playing with the layout...
( 3:25 PM )
This is the temp layout, as I'm altering this puppy to look how I want it to. New version should be up tonight.
( 2:43 PM )
Chris-kun: the Boa cd has two names. One is the japanese release, the other is for the international market. It's either called Race of the Thousand Camels or Twilight (like this here blog!). And the Limp Bizkit cd is called Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavoured Water.
And Hannibal is a lot different than the Silence of the Lambs, isn't it? I liked it, but I stand by the fact that Jodie Foster made a much better Clarice Starling than Julianne Moore could ever hope to be.
Anyway.
My Bennett still isn't home... Dora, is he still with you? If not, you'd think he'd be home by now... *sighs*
Okay, time for me to book it outta' here for a bit afore dad calls and has a fit 'cause the line is busy.
( 8:05 PM )
Interlude...
Meg: Cain and Yuken! KAWAII!!!!
Yuken: *giggles and twitches his neko-mimi, looking all innocent*
Rukura: ICK! Who the HELL would touch HIM!? *points at Yuken*
Meg: Well, you 'touched' him once...
Rukura: NOT BY CHOICE, GODDAMMIT!! .... *sneezes*
Yuken: *eyes Rukura venomously*
Rukura: I'll be running off to Lian now... *heads for the hills as fast as his (verra' long) legs can carry him*
( 8:00 PM )
Querida, thank goodness it's not bronchitis. That's something I get a LOT, and it's not fun at all. And ten pounds? ALRIGHT! You GO, girlfriend!! *tackleglomps* You'll be okay.... I know so! ^.^
I got the "Play" cd (Moby), which came with the edit of South Side for free. Bonus, baby! ^_____^
( 7:24 AM )
Morning blog!
Well, I feel mighty stupid this morning. Yesterday, I kinda pulled a muscle in my left leg (riiight in my calf), but it stopped hurting. Woke up from a funky dream and got up to find it hurt. Now, being the idiot I am and not usually restricted by physical pain (hey, that's what ended up breaking my ankle), I went for a shower. Feeling headachey and cramped, I worked my way down the stairs, only to pull the same muscle again and fall about halfway down and land on the cat at the bottom. ^___^;;; <---- feels very dumb
*falls over* Meagen-san, you had me scared a minute there! If you had MEANT Mark, I would have had to call in paramedics and stuff to make sure you weren't doped up on anything!!!! @_@
List of kyara and colours this blog is gonna be themed on in order of layout updates:
Cam/purple (this weekend, hopefully)
Lucas/red (whenever)
Mark/blue (whenever)
Sybandial/pink (whenever)
Jesse/green (whenever)
Each layout will have a background featuring the kyara, too! ^_^
I really need a life.
Over and out!
( 9:51 PM )
Song lyrics... one of Cam's most recent themes!
"Learn to Fly" by the Foo Fighters
Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new revolution
Cuz this one is a lie
We sat around laughing
And watched the last one die
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cuz I'm tired of lying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
I'm done nursing the patience
I can wait one night
I'd give it all away if you'd give me one last try
We'll live happily ever trapped if you'd just save my life
Run and tell the angels that everything's all right
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cuz I'm tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Make my way back home when I learn to
Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own
Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own
I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cuz I'm tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to
Looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cuz I'm tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Make my way back home when I learn to...
( 7:06 PM )
Tay, I've decided the theme for my next layout... good ol' Bennett and the colour purple. How... fitting. ^__^
Now if only I can get this stupid HTML editor thing to work... *binks it*
( 11:05 AM )
Morning blog (late again)!
WHOO HOO! I GOT INTO THE ADVANCED VISUAL ART STUDIO CLASS!!! BIG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ON MR. HALL!!!!
Yeaaah, I just went to first period class this morning and got my classes for next year reviewed. Then I came home because the muscles in my abdomen are spasming and it hurts like bugger all.
To all my blogging friends; I'm gonna change the layout of this blog in the next week (I have a LOT of links to add). I'm gonna theme it around an AH kyara, so lemme know who you think would be best, please. Just post your opinion in your blog, as I read most of them daily anyway. ^__^;
( 8:23 PM )
Yeah, I've neglected my duties as a blog-person lately... I have a life, you know. (Hey, the LEAST you can do is smile and nod! T_T)
Not much is happening, really. My civics class keeps getting cancelled, so I think I'll skip it tomorrow and come home early. What else to say...? Ummm, not much.
Song of the moment: "The Kids Aren't Alright" by the Offspring. I'm on a REAL Offspring kick right now... dunno why exactly. Maybe 'cause they just amuse me. ^_^;
Grammy awards. Bleeeek. *makes a face*
Amy, kids who don't like cheese are stupid! HA HA!
( 3:33 PM )
...afternoon.... blog!
This morning I spent the whole time trying to get my scanner to work, so thus, no morning blog. But I've got some stuff say for a change!
Today, lunch period was spent bothering Dan for the most part. He really ticked me off yesterday, and I'm extracting my revenge. So, I was making him jealous by glomping Matt at every opportunity (Matt doesn't mind too much, and he's nice to hug 'cause he's always warm.... and no, Mike, he's not my boyfriend! JUST A FRIEND!! T_T). It was rather comical.
Civics class was cancelled, since Ms. Fotinos was at the Raptor's game with the people who signed up to go... the half of my class that was at school for the last three periods of the day got transferred to a Grade 12 geography class, in which was SO awkward that the teacher took pity on us and sent us all home.
Redoing Angel Hunter again. This time, on the right sized paper... I'm sticking with the page layouts, tho, as I think I've got the look I want.
And, for fun! Rukura's theme song lyrics!
Home by Depeche Mode
Here is a song from the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound
That pounds from within and is pinning me down
Here is a page from the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A guage of the deadliest trap ever laid
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home, for singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here
The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet
I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home, for singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong...
Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath
God sent the only true friend I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends the next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home, for singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here.
( 7:11 AM )
Morning Blog!
This song is tripping me out right now, but goddamn, do I love it! *grooves to "Home" by Depeche Mode* It's a really dramatic song... and it's sooooo making me think of Rukura. >_<;
It's very cold this morning. At least I think so, anyway, so I'm sitting here wearing the couch blanket as a cape. I feel like a doooork.
Meg's Art Corner (Freckle-chan, you copycat! T_T)
A special little picture; Lucas in his newest style of dress. Drool factor, out of 10? 12.
What else to say... ummm... Mom didn't leave me lunch money again. T_T;
Over and out!
( 2:12 PM )
Cam: EVERYONE RUN WHILE YOU CAN!!!! THE END IS NEAR!!!!!
....yep, for the first time in YEARS, I'm the proud owner of twp pairs of blue jeans. I've not worn blue jeans since I was about 5... and these ones fit niiiiice. I have hips and a waist.... @__@
Anyway, mom and I went to Sears and then to Curry's Art Supplies. I got my two pairs of jeans, two men's dress shirts (one white, one black), a new sketchbook, 4 new warm grey prismacolors, and a new 05 pigment pen. I am a happy Meg-chan!
Blue jeans that fit... *in shock*
( 9:09 PM )
I have officially started rewriting the Chronicles of Benjamin Carter! WHIHAI! Here's a bit of what I've written so far.
Frail. Benjamin was frail. He was about 5'4, fifteen years of age, and pale. He was small and slight in build; a boy and not yet a man. Right now, he looked more fragile than he really was... curled up under the blankets of his rather small bed, bruised and crying. It was a familiar scene.
Benjamin wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand in a vain attempt to push the tears away. However, it was pointless since more just spilled down his cheeks as if to spite him and his efforts to stop them. He hated crying. Hated it. But at times like this --- only at times like this--- he couldn't help himself. He was so tired of being forced into the clutches of rich men; predators that liked their pleasure taken out on the young boys who could be bought if the price was right. He was sick of the violation and the abuse. Most of all, he was sick of his father pushing him into it. His own father. He hiccupped in his efforts to restrain his tears.
Benjamin wanted more than anything to run away. Run away to another city, another country, anywhere but where he was. Just out of the clutches of the people who hurt him so much. But he was trapped like the birds his father kept in the iron cages that lined the back yard. He was a prisoner, shackled to the bars of his perpetual cage. Derkshaw would catch him if he ran. Derkshaw always caught him.
"Damn him to hell," Benjamin thought bitterly, though he regretted thinking it for reasons he couldn't quite explain.
There was a tap of boots in the hallway, and Benjamin closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and pretended to be asleep. The heavy, even steps stopped outside his door. The door squeaked as it opened slightly.
Benjamin tried to keep his breathing slow and deep, tried not to flinch. He felt Derkshaw's gaze on him. It burned.
'Go away, papa, go away....'
The door opened a bit more, and the tap of boots carried into the room.
It would be a good half hour before Derkshaw left, the blood on his hands and shirt not his own.
( 2:28 PM )
Man, am I grateful for mom. She just brought me the most wonderful little care packet of a bottle of ibuprofen and a Terry's Dark Chocolate Orange bar. *sniffles happily* Thank you, mommie!
Amy, Amy, Amy.... you have no idea how much stress is gone already. *heavy sigh* I can't thank you enough.
Spellleeeeeeerrrr, next weekend is go for coming over to my house to watch movies! You like freaky movies, I'll make you watch freaky ANIME movies! On the roster so far: Perfect Blue and X. Maybe I'll make a trip to Roger's Video and snag Devil Man or something. But I will get you hooked. I will. Your time will come (*sings* thy will be done!).
*laughing at BMB* Yeah, Mik, you dirty minded cutie! You think those nasty thoughts about Harley! *laughing*
Oiiii, Freckle-chan... you posted a nice list of couples you like. I think for fun, I'll do the same!
Cardcaptor Sakura
Touya and Yukito - kawaii! KAWAII!!!!
Sakura and Tomoyo - so sue me!
Oh My Goddess!
Trobadour and Urd - they were cool! Too bad he's such a dork.
Keiichi and Belldandy - well, DUH!
Magic Knight Rayearth
Ascot and Umi - I'm a sucker for Ascot. What a little cutie!
Clef and Presea - ditto that, 'cause Clef is so cute and so short!
Dragon Half
Mink and Lufa - not likely, I know, but still.
Bakuretsu Hunter
Tira and Carrot - feh on Chocolate. She's not half as cool as Tira.
Marron and Gateau - I don' like Gateau too much, but Marron is so hot. *_*
Ranma 1/2
Ranma and Shampoo - not likely, either, but I think Mousse is too wussy for her. I've always been a Ranma/Shampoo 'shipper.
Shamanic Princess
Kagetsu and Tiara - it's a sad relationship...
Sarah and Tiara - um, don't ask.
Slayers
Lina and Gourry - he's so funny around her... ^__^
Sailor Moon
Usagi and anyone but Mamoru! T_T;
Chibi Usagi and Pelulu [Perelu, Perele] - *heehee* Cute fae-ish boy with white hair!
Neon Genesis Evangelion
Shinji and Asuka - I think she really does like him. She just doesn't know how to show it.
Misato and Koji - funny funny! She's a player, tho.
RPing kyara [involving mine]
Cam and Mark - for obvious reasons.
Rukura, Lian, and Gabby - yes, a yaoi threesome. They're all so cute.
Sola [Soren] and Sybandial - so innocent and sweet. ^_^
Jyrian and Quoik - I don't talk about these two much, but their relationship is really cute.
Jesse and Rach - how can I not like this? He's cute, she's cute (haha, Rach!)
Lucas and Lila - I liked this possibility... too bad she's dead and we won't find out what woulda' happened.
Lucas and Carter - this is a slightly more demented relationship.
Cadence and Lexiel - a more intellectual relationship... even if Lexiel is kinda big on sex for sick reasons. ^_^;
Cadence3 and Cam - I'm a sick, sick girl.
Lucifer and Setsuko - if we get Setsuko back, then we can resume this. They're cute too. ^_^
Other Stories
Kiih and Ro (from Dora's "Three O'Clock") - I don't really know why... these two just kinda hit it off in my mind.
Len and Yuri (see above) - ditto the above again.
Book Series
Ron and Hermione - need I explain?
Sirius and Remus - again, need I explain?
Lestat and Louis (Anne Rice's VC books) - strange but yummy relationship
Lestat and David - intellectual and alluring.
Marius and Amadeo - Stokholm syndrome.
Cal and Meg (A Wrinkle in Time) - KAWAII!
That's that done. ^__^;
( 10:41 PM )
Sap warning ahead!
I have the best best friends in the whole world! My best friends are Speller and Amy!
Speller, who I know I don't mention on here too much (I'm sorry! ;_;), is the smartest person I know. She's also one of the most talented writers, too. How many people can write a whole novel before/during high school? Aside from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, not many. And her poetry kicks ass! She has a lot of it published. She can also draw better realistic stuff than I can, which makes me mondo jealous. It's not fair, I tell you! And she must learn to watch out for Hannibal. Beware him.
Speller likes pudding. And pears. Damn those pears.
Amy and I have been friends since 7th grade, when she was the "new kid". We actually first met in drama class. She ran over a possum on her way to work. Yeeeah! She, too, is an amazing writer. It's not FAIR! She came runner up in the story writing contest a while back. I was proud. And I SCREEEEEEAMED the loudest when she won the Todd Bayless award. I live to embarrass.... ^_~
I am grateful to have such good friends. I love them.
This concludes the sap. ^___^;
( 9:04 PM )
Querida, you're cooler than Simon and Milo! (Personally, Milo's a tad too butch for my liking, but Simon is a cute little brit guy with the sweetest little sentiments!)
....anyway.... yes, you have a neck. I hope. ^_~
And to complete the phrase you know you have problems when...you obsess over a cartoon with no neck, no nose, and huge eyes!
( 7:29 AM )
Morning blog!
I watched Perfect Blue last night. It downright scared me! Seeing Hannibal didn't scare me, seeing the Rage; Carrie 2 didn't scare me.... but Perfect Blue DID. The "real Mima" (the one who's forever in the Cham costume) is SCARY!!! And the Mimaniac is pretty scary too. o_O
Iffen you haven't seen this movie, get it. Especially if you like stuff like Neon Genesis Evangelion, X, or Serial Experiments Lain. I warn you, there's nudity, a rape scene, and a lot of gore. This movie freaked me out more than Eva did.
In other news... going to the art store tomorrow!!! And, I'm also skipping 5th period today. Maybe even 3rd, 'cause I'm stuck doing NOTHING all class anyway. -_-;
Hopefully they have the 10x15 paper I want... 'cause, you know, that being the traditional dimensions for comic drawing. Y'all knew that, right? *gives you a loooooook*
And I best be off to get ready... JA!
( 7:02 PM )
Blogger hates me.
OH! OH! EVERYONE GO READ TODAY'S BMB!!! CY AND SKIDS FOREVERRRRR!!!!
I'm having a hell of a lucky streak this week. Today, in the mail, I got an AUTOGRAPHED Simon and Milo picture, FRAMED!!! *swoons*
And I got Perfect Blue!!!!
( 5:14 PM )
Gonna go see Hannibal with Mike and Chris in about half an hour! ^__^
( 7:21 AM )
Morning Blog!
Last night, began a really angsty RP with Cam and Mark (well, it was angsty on Cam's end). Now, I only just realized that I think up really weird stuff that follow pretty much all the major time/space/reality laws. And all on a whim and at random. It's strange. You know you study this stuff too much when....
Yep, it's not every day when I come up with plots like that puppy. Using the imprints left in the reality weave to reconstruct a Mark.... that's some strange stuff (but it actually makes sense, which is what throws me). Huh.
I feel guilty... I got mad at Amy last night. She was being a little more depressing than usual, and I just couldn't stand it. I'm sick and stressed and I don't need to boost her ego all the time.
I've had this urge for the past couple of days to draw Cam shaking Lucas by the shoulders and looking very upset while Lucas looks blank. I don't really know why.... the caption for it has been running through my head, as it is this: "What am I to you?!"
Trippiness.
Well, being the idiot I am, I didn't do my civics homework. My group is gonna love me for that.... then again, they're sticking me with the job of reading the presentation on Spain because I'm the only one that knows how to speak some Spanish. *sweatdrops*
I'm having urges to draw the weirdest things.... I hate it when Cam angsts at me from his little spot in my mind.
Meg's Art Corner
A really weird little picture of c3 and a Chibi Cam. C3 is drawn more in my gothic anime style than my normal one. Turned out quite well! ^_^
Over and out!
( 7:16 PM )
Neeee, imouto! If you're not gonna be doing Yunga Neko for a while, you should get a guest artist to do, like, weekly panels just until you can work on it again. *volunteers*
( 7:14 AM )
Morning blog time again, kids!
I'm feeling okay this morning, so school for me. *sigh* School is so boring. Lunch is okay, mind you, because I have (as Speller said) "so many male bitches that work" for me. ^__^
I've been doing a lot of drawing since I got those pens. It's scary... can't wait to get more! ^__^ I also gotta get me some 10 X 15 paper, 'cause that's the standard comic size. I don't feel up to fighting with printers because the size ratio on 8.5 X 11 is uneven. Screw it. I'll just redo it all on standards.
I'm having the straaangest breakfast. Pork chops. Don't ask me, it was the only thing I could find...
Song of the moment: "Cruel Angel's Thesis (Harmonia Remix)" from Evangelion. *slobbers* I forgot what a COOL remix this is!!!
Meg's Art Corner
Ben Carter, looking cute and vaguely distant! (Hey, he's a Blink fan, too!)
Mark makes a scarilly cute girl. o_O
Appearently, so does Lucas.
Onna-Cam makes me think of Rally from Gunsmith Cats for some reason....
How cliché.
Over and out!
( 5:30 PM )
Nah nah naaaah! Meg has Sympatico access!!
Anyway, Meg also got herself some niiiiice grey prismacolor pens yesterday! Meg drew some pretty pretty pictures with them, too! Meg is happy, so she is!
Meg's Art Corner
With her new prismacolors in hand, Meg is proud to present her latest creations!
Angelique, the evil evil bitchy whore of a Demon from AH. She's pretty, tho. ^_^;
"Legacy of the Messiah" cast shot; Rukura, Lucifer, and Pandora as kids!
Carter and Lucas, a strange relationship these doods have. Carter looks somewhat like Cam, doesn't he?
Quoik, Meg's only fae kyara!!
( 2:25 PM )
Tiredtiredtiredtired....
At the Office Place, they have a set of 24 prismacolor markers for about 40 bucks. I WANT THEM, but mom says "no, I don't have that kind of money right now". So, what we're gonna do, is I'm gonna drag her to Curry's Art Supplies store in a few hours and see how much THEY'RE selling them for.... maybe she'll buckle and take me back to the Office Place. ^_~
I need grey markers...
...oh, note to all who talk to me at night online. I won't be on until really late 'cause the network will be down. Unless mom hooks us up with Sympatico tonight, I'll be on around 2am. *sniffles* I'm gonna be without my querida fix! *snifflesniffle*
( 8:34 PM )
Lack of bloggingness today, as you all may have noticed. Dunno why, I was home again....
song of the moment: "Under the Bridge" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I *heart* Flea.... what an AMAZING bass player. Too bad this song doesn't showcase him much. If you want good bass by the dood tho, "Californication" is an order.
*cheers* The restrictions to see Hannibal have been changed from R to AA! In other words, I can get in to see it! Heeey, Dan, Amy, Speller, anyone? Wanna come with? I warn y'all, tho, it's been said that this movie is grotesquely violent.
Tomorrow is gonna be a very busy day. I'm going into town with my mom and brother for most of the day, then it's home for a few hours (like, two), and to the mall where I shall meet with Quinn-chan and Chris to go for our ritual Riot Ink business meeting. Then I shall return from the depths of Quinn's anime/transformers shrine of a home and return to my humble lair around midnight. Then I'll prolly talk to my baaaaybeeeeee (aka: querida) for the remainder of the dark hours of the evening.
Oh! Celeb Jeopardy! Two of my faaaaavourite doods were on there! Seth Green from various shows such as Buffy, and Steven from the Barenaked Ladies! DOOD! And Seth has his hair buzzed in sooooo damn short that he looks bald. 0_o
Kick ass! 3 Doors Down are playing at the Warehouse on March 11, and tickets are only $27... man, I wanna GOOOOO!!!
( 12:37 PM )
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica
Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
Suffered wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls
Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls
( 12:17 PM )
Okay, today's guest BMB is quite good. ^__^
*points out the window* Heehee, a mini-plow!! *giggles*
song of the moment: "Sunny Came Home" by Shawn Colvin (so sue me, I like this song... ).
( 12:08 PM )
Why is it on days that it's not supposed to snow, it snows the most? We've gotten about 13 cm since last night and it's still coming down... -_-;
song of the moment: "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica. Heeheehee....makes me think of AH. I shall post the lyrics on here later.
( 7:42 AM )
The Wheel of Excitement on Neopets loves me... I just won another 10 000 np. O_O
( 7:35 AM )
Morning blog!
Here I am, killing time while I wait for either mom to call me or for me to call mom. Stupid morons in Wal-Mart, you call the main office and ask to be patched through to Electronics, and they put you on hold and hang up on you. Figures, it was mom's boss that just did that to me. Moron.
I got slim to no sleep last night due to sickness. Man, do I hurt... I feel like my guts are being put into a dryer's spin cycle constantly. And after drinking 3 L of cranberry juice, I'm not too good right now. I'm kinda waiting for mom to call so I can ask her what to do... I dunno if I should stay home or go to school. I bet I'm missing a fair bit. Well, there's always Fiona and Harpreet to ask. ^_^;;
I bet Dan's gonna kill me if I'm off another day. Mike's prolly beaten him up a few times by now without me there.
*drums her fingers* Mom, I asked you to phone me... you've got 10 minutes, and then I phone YOU....and hope I don't get hung up on...
Oh! BmB's on it's guest week. Y'know, with guest artists doing the panels. I'm not liking it too much. Yesterday's was a tad too blunt, with not enough joke 'ahind it. Maybe next time, I'll try for a guest spot on there. I'd be sure to do something involving Cy and Skids. I love Cy and Skids. ^__^
I'm running very low on straight kyara. Querida manages to turn them all gay! *shakes her head* Bennett, Lucas, Rukura, Sy.... who next? *turns to Tiirak* Dood, you're not gay are you?
Tiirak: No way.
Meg: You sure??
Tiirak: Yes, I'm sure.
Meg: *looks suspicious*
Mommie bought me the Silence of the Lambs yesterday. It's such a good movie, and all the better if you've read the book. The casting for the movie is very good, too... Jodie Foster makes such a cute Clarice Starling. It really pisses me off that Julianne Moore is playing Clarice in Hannibal (which comes out tomorrow, check your local listings ^_~). She is SO not Starling material. But as long as Sir Anthony Hopkins is still good ol' Hannibal Lecter the Cannibal, I'll watch it.
*calls Mom* Wow, I got through....!!! Maybe that's because I cheated and used the associates-only code. How would I know THAT? 9.9
Looks like I get to stay home again today... *feh* Boredom and a half. Amy, if you're home, feel free to phone me or something.
Over and out!
( 10:50 PM )
Yeeeeeeeee! Querida can read my mind and alter my dreamstate!!!!
No one should have to drink 2 litres of cranberry juice in 5 hours. x_X
( 9:21 AM )
Morning blog!
I'm home sick! And it's only the 4th day of semester 2. Seems that whatever the hell was wrong with me before is wrong with me again... pain hurts, you know. T_T;
I've not much to say today... doesn't that suck when you wanna say something but you're outta' stuff to say?
OH!!! GOOD NEWS! AH Issue one is officially coming along WELL! Looks like I won't have to go to version 16... ^___^
( 9:32 PM )
Rukura and Lian... I got bored and messed around with PC Paintbrush...
( 6:41 PM )
*looking from her cat CC to her mug of hot chocolate* CC is staring at the marshmellows like they're evil..... *inches away*
( 6:29 PM )
The Angel Hunter church stainglass window...?
( 4:00 PM )
Okay, I know.... I didn't blog this morning. I was running mighty late. I had to hop fences to get to school. ^_^;;;
What did I do today? Not much. I got yelled at three times and nearly booted out of my history class (why? for drawing! >.<;;), and I nearly fell asleep in comm tech. Thankfully, Mr. Dewitte let us out early.
The layouts for pages 1-4 of AH have been redone. This is version 15... and I'm LIKING it! FINALLY!
Heeey, imouto! Mercutio was the best kyara in that play. I also liked Benvolio, he was cool too (my once-best-friend Brittany took to calling me 'Volio 'cause I liked him so much). Mercutio, tho, had one hell of an attitude, and he was interesting and VERY funny. Too bad he had to die...
I'm glad you liked the little snippet. Allow me to post another, just for you! ^__^
This is another bit I quite like.
Benjamin found it facinating to watch him, he was so calm and so... well, he was the very picture of freedom as far as he was concerned. Yes, that was it. Benjamin admired Lokistrant's blasé attitude towards life. Envy, almost.
When one night, Lokistrant was late on his ritual visits to the plantation, Benjamin worried. Could he have been hurt?.... no. This was Lokistrant. He didn't GET hurt. But maybe he just didn't want to see him anymore?
Abandonment. A reoccurring issue. His throat felt dry suddenly. He curled up on his bed, blond hair over his eyes, and wished for morning, when he KNEW that Lokistrant would not come. No second guessing when daylight was involved.
Minutes passed. And quite unexpectedly, Lokistrant was there, startling the boy. Leaning against the far wall, watching quietly, decked out in his usual dark reds and silvers. Benjamin sat up. "How long have you been there? You scared me!"
Lokistrant smiled his usual enigmatic smile, the impression of fangs something no longer unexpected. "Carter, deepest apologies for being so late." The smile was kind, but the voice was final, the tone stating that there was to be no questions asked. Lokistrant held out his hand to the boy. "Care to come with me into town for a while?"
( 7:45 AM )
Morning Blog, part II
Oh! I saw Cast Away over the weekend! It's SO good! Tom Hanks is a surprisingly good actor... I mean, who else can get away with talking to a volleyball so convincingly? And we all know that Amy likes to imagine him naked (Tom, not the volleyball). You should all go see it! NOW!!!! That's an order!
Heehee, now a little quote for fun from a story I am going to re-write.
Benjamin stared across the table at the stranger, worried. The man seemed in his twenties, if that, and had long brown hair that spilled over his shoulders and down his back. His eyes were an unnatural ruby red, and they were very intelligent eyes. Benjamin had learned early in life to be cautious, especially with the smarter ones.
The man crossed his hands on the table in front of him, casual. "Benjamin Carter, correct?"
Benjamin could dect a vague, though unrecognizable, accent. "Yes sir."
"You're fifteen?"
"Yes sir."
"Such a shame to see someone so young forced into... what you're familiar with."
Benjamin sunk down in his chair. "Why are you here? Why did you pull me away from papa?"
To match Benjamin's withdraw from the table, the man leaned forward, and smiled. Benjamin could have sworn he saw fangs. "You remind me of someone."
( 7:22 AM )
Morning blog!
Man, do I feel WEIRD this morning. I'm not sure why, exactly, but I just feel weird. I dunno. I think a certain spiritie dood slept in my bed with me last night.... *points at Bennett* 'Cause I actually slept.
Last night, during a particularly good RP, my ISP died and wouldn't let me back on. I wasn't happy. It was getting SO good, too... *pouts*
I'm so quickly out of things to say.... ^____^;;
O'er an' out!
( 11:17 AM )
Meg's random contemplations
I'm considering re-writing Carter's story, which ties in with a fair bit of Lucas' story. Been considering it for a while... Carter's got some serious problems, and he's fun to write because he's so screwed up. He's got a really weird past. His dad was SUCH a jerk.... and up until becoming a vampire, Carter was good little Bennie; never had the nerve to fight his father. *ponders* It's an interesting story. Maybe I'll start on it again after I get home from seeing Cast Away....
( 10:56 PM )
Okay, people, special announcement!!!!!!!
Congrats to Bennett and niichan on the birth of their daughter, Candra Arael Bennett! ^___^
( 3:32 PM )
Woohoo! I got switched from Casement's class to Apostolou's class! Hooray!!!
And I am already SO ahead of all the people in my comm tech class. I seem to be the only one who knows how to use Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator, Publisher, and Premier, as well as Quark and a few other programs. Damn, am I ahead. *_*
( 7:36 AM )
Morning blog!
Wow, I only slept 3 hours and I feel okay....
*falls out of her chair laughing at today's BmB* Cy and Skids are a riot! I hope they do turn out as a couple! *laughing*
New semester starts today. I'm not too happy about this, as I have history and math this semester, and history is my homeroom class. With Mr. Casement. *cries* NOOOO!!! If I get called by my last name ONCE in his class, I'm gonna commit suicide (okay, not really).
My room is now a nice shrine of large wall hangings. On the walls around my bed, I have three Card Captor Sakura wallscrolls (two anime, one manga), and one kick-ASS Prozzak Saturday People promo poster. Thank you, John. *smilesmilesmile*
On Neopets, I am neopoor. Looks like my pets are gonna be eating at the soup kitchen a lot. -_-;
Meg's Art Corner!
I know, I've not done much in the way of art lately. You know what's weird? I tend to draw more in school than at home. I think it's because I'm around so many people.
Cam's SD Panther form, doodled in MS Paint. I was bored, okay? And it DID turn out cute.
Part of my MS Paint family portrait. I still have to finish the pictures for John and Dani, and the kids too if I have enough willpower after screwing around with the stupid program afterwards.
Song of the moment: "When Doves Cry (Fatboy Slim remix) by Depeche Mode and Prince. I love this... don't ask me why. ^_^;
Quote of the moment:
"Listen sister, if I want your opinion, I'll BEAT it out of you!"
-- Elvira, Mistress of the Dark
Okay, that's it for now. Ja matta ne! *disappears in purple smoke*
( 12:38 PM )
Song of the moment: "Misere by Andrea Bocelli and John Miles. I have a very....expansive taste in music. So sue me. *sings along*
( 11:45 AM )
To Chris-kun:
Dooood, I don't hate you, and I'm not mad at you..... jus' chill, man. S'your blog, you can say what's on your mind...
I got my pretty pretty new cladagh ring in the mail yesterday! *kisses said ring* Mi querida gave it to me!! Isn't that sweet? ^__^
I have come to the conclusion that Cam would make a really scary bad guy. Like, not c3... but if CAM were bad. He'd be scary. I mean, he's already got some issues with where his loyalty lies... and he's pretty much infinite in power. Not to mention, after being killed about 200 times, I think he knows the painful ways to kill people. Wonder if niichan (currently my neechan) sees this? Well, at least now he knows about Cam's possibilities for becoming nothing more than a lethal weapon.
I have three neopets! My blue wocky named Cadence, my green shoyru named Lokistrant, and my yellow eyrie Poyania! ^__^
"My December" is © Linkin Park. The art is mine. Don't take.
Information on the layout is thus; this is Damien McKinnley, a character of mine whom I've been roleplaying for a little over a year now. He's Simon McKinnley's oldest child, and he's kinda angsty and depressive. Art done in paintchat and added some snow in Photoshop.
Name: Meg Graham
AKA: DJ Rabid Armadillo
Age: 17
Birthday: May 1st
Identifies as: a depressive and obsessive compulsive bisexual artist and writer
Hair: black
Eyes: grey
Bands: Depeche Mode, Iron Maiden
Movies: Fight Club, Velvet Goldmine, Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Books: As I Lay Dying, Harry Potter, Fight Club, A Clockwork Orange, and the Repairman Jack series.
Anime: Fruits Basket, Kare Kano
Manga: Fruits Basket, Kare Kano
Artists: Takaya Natsuki, H.R Giger, Tony, Firefly
Family: Tony, Julian, Dora, Poe, Mina
Lives for: Firefly, art, music
Legacy of the Messiah
Deviantart
Brittany
Deanna
Lisa
Firefly
Dora
Becky
Dan
Julian
Tony (blog)
Alex
Heidi
Megan
Hana
Gerrad
Kiran
Amy
Zalina
Katarina
Matt
Ribby
Chris
Meagen
Poe
Tsua
Frecklegirl
Rikki
Mina
Blair
Journeys Down
Boy Meets Boy
Little Machine
Litost Satellite
Yunga Neko
Lean On Me
Chronicles of a Drow Sorceress
Spider Born
Haato no Kagami
Arcana
Tiger/Tiger
Separation Anxiety
Nymphs of the West
Aesiraven.com
Aesiraven Oekaki
Kaki-riffic!
Neopets
KikiWai
b3ta
Powered by TagBoard Message Board
Name
Contact?
Speak to me. (smilies)
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fall of a Serpent (G)
Read on AO3
Although they don’t remember it, Aziraphale and Crowley met before their fateful encounter in the Garden of Eden.
The little golden-white mouse with blue eyes scampered along the tree, not paying any attention to anything other than keeping his tiny feet balanced on its twisting branch, eventually running headlong into the snout of a green tree snake coiled there. The surprised snake reared with a hiss.
“Hey! Watch it!”
The mouse backed off in a hurry, sitting up on his haunches to wave his front paws in apology. The mouse backed off in a hurry. “Sorry. I was too busy exploring. I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going.”
“So I noticed,” the snake replied, yawning. “Who are you?”
“Aziraphale. What’s your name?”
“Everyone just calls me Crawly. Of all the animal forms the Almighty could have given me, she made mine a snake. I don’t care. I don’t really like my given name,” the serpent-shaped angel replied. He stared down at a toad and a chameleon having a discussion by the trunk of the tree and said rather loudly. “But at least She didn’t make me a stupid frog.”
The amphibian in question glared up at him. “Ha ha, how funny. I’m a toad, you idiot. But joke all you want, Crawly. At least I have opposable thumbs.”
The chameleon laughed.
“We all do in our natural forms. Now who’s the idiot?” Crawly called back. To Aziraphale he said, “You’ll have to excuse those two. Apparently there weren’t enough brains to go around by the time She made them. So what brings you to the Garden? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
All the angels were encouraged to visit the Garden in animal form. The Almighty planned to one day fill it with real animals and something called “humans,” and She wanted her angels to be able to help her keep an eye on her new creations while incognito so not to frighten them with their true forms. Aziraphale didn’t quite understand why their angelic forms would scare these new humans, but he didn’t question God. That was not his place.
“Just exploring like we were supposed to. Usually I’m in the Archives helping out by creating new scrolls. It’s my job to help write down our history.”
The toad and the chameleon had moved on. Crawly uncoiled himself, hanging headfirst off the branch. Aziraphale watched him, whiskers wiggling. “I was out making stars until there were enough of those, then we all got put on other duties. I create plants for here now. But I need to go bask. Stupid cold-blooded form. Want to come?”
“Some time in the sun does sound lovely,” said the mouse. He delicately scampered down the tree trunk to the soft grass below.
Crawly just let go of the branch and crashed to the ground in a pile of coils. “The lazy way,” he said with as much of a grin as a snake could give. “Don’t tell anyone how ungraceful I really am, ok?”
“I won’t.”
They headed towards a rock, coming across a grey and lilac peacock preening his feathers along the way. The peacock glared at them as they passed. Aziraphale ignored him, scampering ahead, but Crawly paused, glaring back.
“Don’t you have anything better to do with your time, Gabe?” he hissed. “Ruin any more of my plants and I’ll bite you. Again.”
The peacock pointedly snubbed him. Gabriel, as one of the Archangels, thought himself above just another plant-creating Virtue. He started up a conversation with his friend Sandalphon, who was currently a chimp and had just strolled over from observing those working on the waterfall.
Sandalphon wasn’t about to take the barb at his friend lying down, though. He grabbed a nearby clump of flowers and ripped it out of the ground with a sneer. “I’m destroying your creations, Crawly. What are you going to do about it?”
“Actually Aniel created those. She’s not going to be happy with you,” Crawly laughed, showing off fangs that made Sandalphon think twice about approaching him. “Why don’t you go pick fleas off of someone before the Almighty gets angry at you for messing up Her Garden?”
Aziraphale was waiting for him over by the rock, which was far enough away from the others they weren’t going to be bothered. Gabriel wasn’t one to pick fights he couldn’t win and Sandalphon wouldn’t mess with the snake, either. They had discovered very quickly they weren’t immune to Crawly’s venom in either animal or angel form. Raphael would just lecture him again for not remembering his rank and turning the other cheek when he sought him out for healing.
“Why do you taunt them?” asked the mouse when the snake finally curled himself up on the rock with a contented sigh.
“Gabriel actively destroyed my creations when he was able to get away with it and Sandalphon bullies everyone he comes in contact with,” Crawly replied. “They don’t mess with me much anymore now that I’ve tagged them a couple of times. God made me venomous. Nobody wants to go running to Raphael saying how they were bitten yet again.”
“We’re angels. You’d think we could all act like it.”
“It doesn’t seem to work that way. They find the different one and pick on them. Unfortunately, that’s me a lot of the time,” the snake said bitterly. “Twenty million angels and I’m the only one with red hair. What was God thinking?”
“She must have Her reasons,” Aziraphale groomed himself, smoothing down the hair on his back, scrubbing those little mouse ears. “But maybe that’s also why she made you venomous.”
“If you get hot, just sit in the shade of my coils,” offered Crawly. “I won’t bite you. You’re one of the few who’s actually been friendly to me.”
“Oh. Thank you.” Aziraphale saw no point in being mean to anyone. He took his role as a being of love very seriously.
They sat for a long time in companionable silence, breaking it occasionally with small talk until night fell and it was time to transform back to angel form to return to Heaven. Uncoiling, Crawly reared up, changing into a tall thin angel wearing an emerald green robe that complimented his long curly deep red hair. His eyes were a golden amber colour set in a long face with well-defined cheekbones and an aquiline nose.
He curiously watched the mouse transform into a slightly plump angel with a round face, button nose and beautiful blue eyes the exact colour of the sky on the sunniest of days. All of it was surrounded by a cloud of curly white-blond hair kept short in an attempt to tame it. His robes were of a sky blue that exactly matched those eyes.
Crawly felt his heart stir. “Shall we?”
Unfurling white wings, they lifted off, heading for Heaven. Crawly, showing off, did a few tricks as they flew, laughing at the freedom flight provided him. Aziraphale flew carefully and with little grace, but watched his companion with shining eyes. Unfortunately the flight was short and they soon passed into the ethereal plane, landing at the edge of Heaven.
“Well,” said Crawly, a bit embarrassed upon realizing how much of a show-off he was being. “I should get back to the test gardens. I got some ideas I want to try out. Why should trees grow all the fruit? Why not bushes? It’ll be easier to reach.”
“That sounds like a grand idea,” replied Aziraphale with a shy smile. “I’ve got some cataloguing to do myself. Maybe I’ll see you later.”
“Bye. I hope I do catch you around sometime.” He really meant it. Those sky blue eyes and that blond hair were really quite fetching and he had never seen hair so light. There were some dark sandy blonds out there, but no angel he had encountered until Aziraphale had hair that bordered on white.
He took to coiling up in the same tree every time he was in the Garden in snake form hoping he’d see the mouse angel again because suddenly the thought of having an actual friend rather than just acquaintances was very appealing. He got along well with his fellow star makers and later the plant crew, but they weren’t friends.
If Time had existed, a week would have passed before his patience paid off.
“Hello again,” he said to the blue-eyed mouse who had scampered up the tree’s trunk to the branch he had met Crawly on, pleasantly surprised to see him there.
A hawk flew over, turning quickly on its tail to land in the tree with them. Stern almost colourless eyes stared down both of them, Aziraphale looking away quickly to nervously groom. Crawly, having the advantage with his snake form, easily stared down the hawk. Hawks eventually had to blink.
“What do you want, Michael?” he asked.
“I have my eye on you. Rumour has it you’re asking too many questions. There’s unrest in Heaven and I hope you know what side you’re on.” She launched herself into the air again.
“Unrest? I hadn’t heard,” said the sheltered Aziraphale.
“Yeah. Lucifer’s thinking of starting a revolution. Says he doesn’t like following God’s rules anymore,” Crawly shrugged the best a beast without shoulders could. “I just wanted to know what he was up to. I wonder about the Great Plan sometimes. I just . . . have questions why everything has to be all planned out. What’s the point if you know how the story’s going to end?”
“Don’t say such things! You could get into so much trouble!” chided Aziraphale. “It is not our place to question Her Plans.”
“Let’s talk about things other than the Plan. How did you not know what’s going on around here?”
“Umm, I don’t get out much. I like the Archives. I read a lot about what’s happened in other parts of Heaven and the bits of the Plan God has let be known,” Aziraphale replied, his whiskers twitching excitedly. “I’m a Principality. It’s going to be my job to pass on knowledge to the humans. All of us Principalities are holed up studying all we can so we don’t fail them.”
“Why? There’s more to life than reading.” Crawly cocked his head to one side. “Don’t you learn things getting out there and doing stuff?”
“Well, somewhat, but . . .”
“Then let’s do some stuff.” The snake uncoiled and started to slither off down the tree trunk.
He taught Aziraphale what he knew about the Garden. He showed him interesting plants, pointed out clouds in the shapes of the flora and fauna that had been created, instructed him to close his eyes and really feel the breeze and what his sensitive mouse nose could pick up about it.
“Live, Aziraphale. Gather knowledge this way, too,” Crawly said. He had slithered up to a creek. “Here. Feel it.”
Aziraphale dipped a paw it. “It’s cold. And my paw feels different now.” He pulled it out, noticing it was wet. “Interesting. So that’s what wet is? I knew the word but not the application. Nothing in Heaven is wet.”
Crawly nodded. “Welcome to the world. This is so much more to learn about down here. And yet they get angry when I want to know more.” His tongue lazily flicked out.
Aziraphale’s ear twitched as he became uncomfortable. “Well, maybe there are some things we aren’t meant to know.”
Crawly dropped the subject. Instead they found a wonderfully sunny spot for him to bask in while Aziraphale rested in the shade of his coils. Content, they spoke of the humans to come and the newly created world just waiting for them, wondering what these new beings would be like. Crawly expressed his hopes and desires for them and Earth.
“I think I want to be stationed down here,” he said. “It’s more exciting than Heaven.”
“Mmm,” replied Aziraphale, not wanting to commit to any desire for himself, even though he found Earth interesting. He was an angel. His job was to do as he was told.
He allowed Crawly to talk about his budding love for Earth, happy to listen without voicing his own opinion. He really didn’t have much of one. He had duties to attend to and that was that. It didn’t matter what he, or any of them, thought about Earth, Heaven or humans. They would be assigned tasks and expected to carry them out without question. That is how the Plan would run smoothly.
Later, they returned as night fell on the Garden. Standing there alone at the edge of Heaven in angelic form, Aziraphale found himself liking Crawly even more. The feeling was not one he could put his finger on but something about Crawly’s smile made his soul feeling even happier.
The snake angel must have felt the same thing. He grinned sheepishly at Aziraphale as he played with a lock of his hair. Suddenly he was placing his lips on Aziraphale’s cheek before he blushed a red to rival those spiral curls of his. He fled before the Principality could react or even say anything.
“Crawly?” he blurted out to the thin air.
~*~*~
Near by, God watched them both sadly. The time was rapidly approaching when the two who were bonding would be separated. But all this had to happen. They were to be Her champions. The ones who set everything in motion. The domino effect they started together would give the future Antichrist the free will and upbringing needed to make his own choices about Earth’s fate instead of following a script. It was cruel, but it was the only way the world had a chance to be saved.
~*~*~
It came to pass that Michael and her army cast Lucifer and his off into the Pit. Those who were on the fence about sides found themselves rounded up and imprisoned. They awaited their trials where it would be decided if they were loyal to Heaven or enough of a threat they needed to be cast out as well.
Crawly sat in a cell, awaiting his fate for continuing to ask questions. He looked down at his own shackled hands, wishing now he had kept his curiosity to himself.
Aziraphale found himself escorted to an interrogation room where Michael asked him questions. He sat as still as possible on his chair while she paced around the table in front of him. Slamming her hand down on the top of it, she startled him.
“Did you know what Crawly was up to?” she asked quietly.
“No. I just knew he asked a few questions. I told him that was not a wise idea and he never mentioned another thing to me about it.” Aziraphale trembled as he answered. Was he going to be tried? Was he going to Fall? And what about Crawly? How much trouble was he in? Would he ever see him again?
“To be honest, I believe you. You’re just a scribe. None of you are capable of really doing anything rebellious. Scrollworms, the lot of you,” replied Michael. “Go back to your Archives, Principality Aziraphale. You’re confined there until all this is over.”
So there Aziraphale stayed until Heaven was secure again. He kept himself busy reading and transcribing news brought in by other angels for history’s sake. But Crawly’s fate remained a mystery to him. He resigned himself to his duties trying not to think about his friend. What happened to him would remain a mystery for Aziraphale had learned not to ask questions.
Little did he know that Crawly was put on trial, found guilty of being a skeptic and considered too dangerous to keep in Heaven. He was taken to the edge of Heaven at sword and spear point where he was told by his armed guards to keep walking because he was no longer a citizen of Heaven. Swallowing his fear, he sauntered nonchalantly off the edge as if leaving was no big deal. He managed to hold in his screams of pain as he flamed downward like meteor towards the Pit until he was out of earshot.
~*~*~
Tears in Her eyes, God performed one last act of mercy for them. Reaching out, she touched both of them, making them forget about each other but leaving their bond in place – dormant, disremembered, waiting for them to reunite. It would be an invisible foundation on which their rekindled friendship would grow as they once again got to know each other even though they would never recognize they once were friends in Heaven. Finally, She blessed them both. They had a long road ahead. Every little bit helped.
She then went to Gabriel. “Aziraphale is to guard the Garden of Eden.”
“I will assign him there, Lord,” replied Gabriel, thinking the Principality was an odd choice. But he knew better than to ask Her why. Questions only got you into trouble; the Plan did not suffer skeptics. The only problem with that line of thinking was it came from angels themselves, not the Almighty, and such blind devotion to the Great Plan would almost destroy Her Creations.
~*~*~
It would start again in the Garden where a mouse once met a snake, beginning a journey that ultimately would end in the two of them finally getting their long-deserved reward – the freedom to love each other and stay together on the Earth they adored almost as much as each other.
Aziraphale currently stood on the eastern wall of Eden watching sorrowfully as Adam and Eve headed off into the unknown with his flaming sword. Clouds gathered on the horizon and it looked like rain was coming. Still he stood and watched. It was the least he could do after he failed in his mission to guard the Tree.
He should have been frightened when the Serpent slithered up to him, transforming into a demon, but he wasn’t at all. And oddly enough, from the demon’s point of view, he felt comfortable addressing this angel, his enemy. So they talked, building on a bond that was begun in more idyllic times; one that would carry them through many trials, triumphs and would slowly blossom over thousands of years from a friendship to an outright love that defied the odds. Little did they know how that bond had started or that what began with a mouse colliding into a snake would last for eternity.
33 notes
·
View notes
Text
In the Beginning
I made another one! This one was basically born out of my love for Crowley being Raphael before he fell, and for them knowing each other during that time too. Bare with me, I was raised, and still am, Atheist. My knowledge of any biblical stories basically come from Prince of Egypt and Evan Almighty, so apologies for anything I got wrong. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
In the beginning, there was nothing. Then, he opened his eyes for the first time. Gold eyes looked out into the small crowd of 5 others like him, staring back at him.
My Archangels, meet the youngest, and final of your brothers, the Star-Maker Raphael he heard a woman’s voice say, and felt warmth seep into his bones, into his very soul. He felt how deep the love the voice had for him was.
“Archangel Rapha-” began a fair woman with long brown hair, before she was interrupted by a man with broad shoulders, purple eyes and a warm smile.
“No need to be so formal, Michael. Welcome, little brother. We are overjoyed to have you with us. I am Gabriel”, Gabriel said, and Raphael could feel the joy the Archangel felt towards him.
“I am Michael, as you surely know by now” said Michael.
“I am Uriel” said Uriel, a dark skinned Archangel, with beautiful gold markings adorning her face.
“I am Sandalphon” said Sandalphon, tall and broad.
“And I am Lucifer” said the final Archangel, stepping forward to greet his brother. He was not as tall as his older brothers, nor as broad, but he had a kind face, and mischievous eyes. Raphael felt the love coming from each Archangel, all aimed towards him.
All Angels are formed adult sized, unless She saw fit for them to be younger or older. But, they developed in their own ways. Raphael took to his duty as Star-Maker quickly, and happily. He created each star with love and care, knowing his was an important task. Each star he formed was unique in every way, and he loved them all. And, through his love for his stars, he developed a strong body, a kind heart, and caring hands. His eyes became less gold, and more a mixture of colors, and his wings slowly darkened, becoming a beautiful dark blue. As his love for his stars grew, they began to appear in his wings, his physical form reflecting his passion for his duties.
He watched as more Angels were created, and he happily took on apprentices. There was so much room in the night sky, and he had no need to feel greedy. Let others discover a love for the stars, just as he had. And he watched others choose a path with his siblings. Some chose to join Gabriel, and learn the ways of creating animals. Others chose to follow Micheal, and learn the art of fighting, and protecting. Most that chose that path were Principalities. There were those who followed Uriel, whose passion for teaching was taught to others, or Sandalphon, who taught Angels of love and reverence. And there were those who followed Lucifer, who showed the Angels the difference between right and wrong, guided by Her judgment.
And beyond star-making, Raphael was given the title The Healer, and Angels followed his teachings of healing, and protecting from other harms. He taught Angels how to heal and care for those in need. And for a long time, things were good.
Then, one day, a new Angel was created. This was nothing new, Angels were created daily, and Raphael, as an Archangel, witnessed every creation, welcomed every new Angel to the universe. He had been friendly to every Angel, and they, in turn, were kind to him. No 2 Angels were exactly the same, and Raphael loved them for that. Even the Angels created as twins were different, in their own right. He never wanted an Angel to respect him, simply because of his rank as an Archangel. Some still bowed at him, as they crossed paths, but most greeted him as one would an old friend.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23018548 Continue on my Archive, or press keep reading!!
Archangels, Principalities, meet your newest, and youngest brother, Principality of the Eastern Gate, Aziraphale came Her voice, and every Angel could feel the love she directed towards the new Principality. The other Principalities were full of excitement, Raphael could feel it. They were a very welcoming family, always glad to meet a new sibling.
“Welcome, Principality Aziraphale. You have much to learn, and we are excited to teach you. I am the Archangel Gabriel, Archangel of Animals” Raphael could feel the love and joy Gabriel felt for the new Principality. Gabriel felt joy in meeting every new Angel, and Aziraphale was no exception. Gabriel always introduced himself first, as was customary. The Archangels introduced themselves in order of oldest to youngest, leaving Gabriel first, and Raphael last. But he never cared. They were all equal in the end.
“I am Michael, Archangel of warriors and defense”
“I am Sandalphon, Archangel of love and reverence”
“I am Lucifer, Archangel of choices”
“I am Uriel, Archangel of teaching”
And it was finally Raphael’s turn. He cherished every first meeting with every new Angel.
“And I am Raphael, Star-Maker, and Archangel of Healing”. Aziraphale looked upon each Archangel, and Raphael found himself unable to look away from the Principality. He was shaped the same as every new Angel, their physical differences coming as they develop who they are. But, he had shoulder length curls, the color of the brightest yellow star, and eyes as blue as the sky during the day. Raphael felt something stir in him that he had never felt before. It was stronger than his love for his stars, his love for Her. It scared him.
“I thank you for gracing me with your presence, Archangels. I am eager to learn from you” Aziraphale replied, bowing to each of them. He bowed to Raphael last, and their eyes met. Raphael did not want to look away, and he could feel the same desire coming from Aziraphale. He smiled kindly, and the Principality returned the smile.
Aziraphale, like so many Principalities, quickly joined Michael, and took to his training very fast. He learned quickly, and became a formidable warrior. His physical body changed with his duty, and he became strong bodied, but, his physical form changed with his personality as well, and he became as soft as he was strong. When he was not training, he found himself watching Raphael create stars, and heal. The Archangel never grabbed too harshly, never squeezed too tight. His hands were as gentle as he was.
It was not unheard of, for an Angel to learn from multiple Archangels at once, but it did not happen often. Which is why it partially shocked Raphael, when Aziraphale approached him one day, and asked to be taught.
“What do you wish to learn from me, Aziraphale?” asked the Archangel. Aziraphale found his face heating up, as the Archangel said his name.
“I wish to learn your ways of healing” replied the Principality. Raphael smiled. A Principality wished to learn how to harm as well as heal.
“How interesting. You’re learning how to fight, with Michael, and yet, you wish to learn how to heal. Useful skill to know, on the battlefield, for friends and foe alike” said Raphael, a soft, amused smile on his face. Aziraphale returned the smile, easily.
“One of the reasons I wish to learn from you” replied Aziraphale. Raphael felt his curiosity spark at the Angels words. He had found curiosity to be a natural state of his. He wished to know the true nature of things.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what is one of the other reasons for wishing to learn to heal?” asked Raphael, and Aziraphale felt his cheeks grow hotter.
“Well, if I am being truly honest, I feel a connection with you, Raphael. I do not know why, but I find myself wishing to be close to you. I know it is wrong, and I know I should not feel this way for an Archangel, but I find myself drawn to you” said the Principality, and Raphael found himself smiling brighter than a supernova. The feeling in his chest returned, twice as strong as it had on the day of Aziraphale’s creation.
“Aziraphale, I feel that same desire towards you. I am drawn to you as well. I will happily teach you to heal, if it means I get to see you more”
The Archangel and the Principality spent much time together, as often as they could. Whenever Aziraphale wasn’t training with Michael or his fellow Principalities, he was learning how to heal, or watching Raphael make stars. He was so fascinated by Raphael. He was an Archangel, a being of magnificent power and strength. Yet, when he worked, he was gentle, caring. When Aziraphale needed help understanding something, he would explain it in a soft, calm voice. When he showed Aziraphale how to heal, he would demonstrate with the softest touch. Even when the Star-Maker thought he was alone, doing what he loved best, he was gentle, kind.
Aziraphale had seen him whisper kind things to the stars he created. He would shower them with compliments, Aziraphale could feel his love for each and every star. Aziraphale was shocked to find him longing for those compliments to be turned towards him. To see those kind eyes looking at him in such a loving manner. But the Principality knew he should not feel this way for his friend. Knew he shouldn't feel such longing. Angels were beings of love, yes. But the love they felt was never meant to surpass their love for Her. They were not meant to fall in love. They were not meant to want other Angels, especially an Archangel.
He decided not to focus on it so much, instead choosing to focus on the time he spent with Raphael. The Star-Maker fascinated him, especially when it came to making stars. Aziraphale wondered how he did it. It was always a beautiful process, in the Principalities eyes. So many colors whirling together, gasses and liquids combining, breaking apart, with such a remarkable end result.
One day, he finally asked the Archangel.
“Raphael, how do you make stars? The process is always so breathtaking, and the end result is always so beautiful” asked Aziraphale, and the Archangel found himself blushing.
“It’s not difficult. I reach into the cosmos, and pull out atoms and elements. And then, I just mash them together and see what happens. It’s nothing spectacular, really” Raphael said, and Aziraphale smiled.
“Perhaps not to you. But I am mystified, every time you make a new star. And you treat each one with love and care. No one star is treated more highly than the others” said the Principality, a blush rising on his own cheeks.
“I can teach you, if you like” said Raphael, almost a whisper, but Aziraphale heard him.
“I’d like that very much”
Soon Raphael began teaching Aziraphale how to make stars. They started seeing each other once a day, for hours on end. Aziraphale continued going to his training with Michael, but the Archangel had started noticing the Aziraphale’s fighting was far more careless as of late. Almost as though the training was taking up vital time out of his day, and the Angel had better places to be. And, in a way, he did. He was soon creating stars without the Archangels help, and the experience overjoyed him. The two of them grew closer than ever, and the feelings they had for each other more than doubled. They developed jokes that only they understood, formed memories only they would recall, and created nicknames only they would respond to. Aziraphale began calling Raphael ‘Nova’, their word for when a star exploded. And Raphael, in turn, referred to Aziraphale as ‘Tevel’, though he refused to tell him why.
Before long, Raphael approached him with a brilliant new idea.
“A what?” asked the Principality.
“A Binary System. Two stars, orbiting each other. We each create one. It’ll be something unique, something special. Like you, Tevel” the Archangel said, and cupped Aziraphale’s face in his hands, brushing his cheek softly with his thumb once, before lowering his hand, and smiling softly at his Principality. No, not his. Aziraphale was his own Principality. The Principality in question did not seem to notice Raphael’s internal struggle, though he clearly felt the love behind his Archangel’s gesture. No, not his. Raphael was his own Archangel. Aziraphale blushed, both from Raphael’s gesture, and his own thoughts, at the overwhelming feeling of want for Raphael. Of need, a need to be with him eternally, until the end of the universe, the end of Her.
“I would be honored to make this system with you” Aziraphale said, and Raphael’s cheeks grew even redder.
“What shall we name them?” asked Raphael, a smirk growing on his face.
“Well, you clearly have an idea in place for a name. What is it?” Aziraphale asked, knowing the Archangel well enough by now to know he was being cheeky.
“Well, I was thinking of naming mine Rigil Kentaurus” said Raphael, with a laugh. Aziraphale raised his eyebrow in amusement.
“‘Foot of the Centaur’? Really, Nova?” asked Aziraphale, laughing with the Archangel.
“Well, what are you going to name yours?” asked Raphael, smiling brightly.
“Toliman” answered the Principality, a cheeky smile on his own face. Raphael laughed harder.
“‘The Two Male Ostriches?’ Tevel, you are no better than I” said Raphael, and they quickly set to work. They worked separate, but not alone, offering each other help when asked, and advice when needed. When they were finished, they were overwhelmed with joy, seeing their creations orbit each other.
“Oh, it’s truly beautiful, Nova! The most beautiful of your creations yet!” Aziraphale said, feeling tears catch in his eyes at the sight. He looked at Raphael, and saw the Archangel had eyes only for him.
“Our creation, Tevel. It’s beauty comes from you, not from me” said Raphael, bringing his hand up, to once more cup the Principalities face, and gently stroke his thumb to Aziraphale’s cheek. But, this time, Raphael’s hand stayed, and Aziraphale leaned into the touch, feeling Raphael’s love for him, washing over his entire being.
“Raphael, I must ask you. You could have approached any Angel of the ones you have been training to aid you in this creation. Why did you choose me?” asked Aziraphale, meeting the Archangels starry eyes, and seeing nothing but love looking back at him, as he leaned in little by little, until their foreheads were touching, until they were breathing each other's air.
“I chose you for one simple reason, Tevel. Because we are like them. Two stars, orbiting so close, they look like one, from a distance” answered Raphael, speaking softly, and intimately to Aziraphale, still gently stroking his cheek. Aziraphale closed his eyes, reveling in the touch, the care behind his Star-Makers words, in the immense love he felt in that moment.
“Raphael, there is one other question I w-” Aziraphale began, speaking just as softly as Raphael.
“You wish to know why I call you ‘Tevel’. It is because Tevel means two things. ‘Universe’ and ‘Everything’. You are my universe, my everything, Aziraphale. My other half. There is no me without you” Raphael said, and Aziraphale felt tears catch in his eyes again. Not from beauty, but from the overwhelming love coming from Raphael, all aimed at him.
“My love, I feel the same” Aziraphale said, and the Principality and the Archangel leaned in the last inch, and their two lips met. Neither knew why they did it, nor why it felt right, but it would not stop them. They were finally given what they wanted, what they were not supposed to have, but now, they had it, and there was no stopping them. It was Pandora’s Box, it was Eve’s Apple Tree, it was everything in between, and it was theirs. Theirs to cherish, theirs to have, theirs to protect, to steal. They had begun, and there was no need to stop, neither wanted to, but they did. Aziraphale was the first to pull away, and Raphael made a noise unbecoming of an Archangel, his lips chasing after Aziraphale’s, already missing their warmth. The Principality huffed a small laugh, and pressed his forehead against his Archangels. He noticed that in that time they were kissing, Raphael’s hands moved from his face, to his waist, and Aziraphale had begun holding his shoulders.
“Nova, I’m going to ask you something quite stupid. Know that you are allowed to accept or refuse. This is a choice you have” Aziraphale said, as Raphael tilted his head to the side just enough, so their faces were perfectly aimed, should they start kissing again.
“Yes?” asked the Archangel, sounding a little out of breath, which was odd, for a being who didn’t need air.
“Will you soul bond with me?” asked Aziraphale, and Raphael’s eyes opened. He looked anxious, but not in a bad way. Aziraphale understood. One of the first, and highest rules you were told to follow in Heaven, was to never show your soul to another being, not even fellow angels. Their souls were the culmination of their being. Exposing it left them vulnerable. Soul bonding brings two beings together as one, forever. It is not something done lightly, nor had it ever been done before. It meant you would be forever bound to the person you bonded with. You would know them as well as yourself, from their feelings, to their thoughts. Aziraphale knew this was something Raphael would need to thi-
“Yes” said the Archangel, and Aziraphale looked at him in shock. He was prepared. He knew it was what he wanted.
“From the day of your creation, I knew there was something special about you. I knew you meant something to me, something no other being could possibly counter. You are my other half. I am incomplete without you. I see no reason to keep our halves apart, in any way” the Archangel continued, and Aziraphale felt more love than he had ever felt in his existence. It was stronger than Her love for him.
“I agree” he said, and his lips met those of his Archangels once more, and he bared his soul to his love, and his love, in turn, bared his own soul. And there, in the darkness of space, two beings bonded, for the first time in the history of creation. Something happened that night. The fabric of creation shifted just enough. Things were changed forever, for all of creation, whether it had been created, or had yet to be made. An Archangel and a Principality became something more, something new. And out of their love, a third star appeared in the sky, near their creation. The third and final piece of Alpha Centauri.
When one of the two beings stirred awake, they were met with a voice they knew, and recognized.
My son, you have done a dangerous thing. You have bonded your soul to that of another Angels. There are consequences for that kind of action.
“I know. I understood the risk I was taking, and I do not regret it” he replied, feeling slightly defiant, for the first time in his existence.
I know. Nor should you. You and he were made to love one another. You were meant to fall in love. But now, the consequences must be faced. One of you must fall.
“I know. And I have already made my choice” Raphael said, looking upon the sleeping form of his love with sadness.
You chose to fall in his stead. You are filled with love for him, you will do anything to keep him safe.
“Yes” it was not said like the answer to a question. It was an agreement to a fact.
You must know before you do, my son, that this was always your path. My plan requires you to fall from my grace. It saddens me so, to be forced to send you from me. But, you are the kindest of my children, the only one who would have the heart, the understanding to live with humans, to keep them safe from harm. He is destined to be my guardian of the eastern gate of Eden. But, without you, his faith in Heaven will be unwavering. He needs you to guide him from that faith. If he does not, my creation will end in fire and flame. Without you to protect him, to help him see, he will not survive.
“I know. I will gladly fall for him. But, will we still be bonded?” he asked, needing to know.
Yes. I will not take this away from you. I am not able to. You shall forever be connected to him. But, he will forget. He will not remember this night, bonding. He will not remember you. But, his love will be there. I made him to love you, and I made you, in turn, to love him. You must show them what can happen if there is peace. He will still love you, now more than ever. You are now a part of each other. He will not know why he loves you. He will question it, he will doubt it, he will try to fight it. But he will not be able to. I am truly sorry, my child. Out of all my children, you were my favorite. You wished to know the true nature of things, yet, you did not want more than what you had. You were content to create beauty, and to heal. As a fallen, you will be unable to do either. But, you will have something no other fallen will have. Care, hope, love, kindness, and an imagination. You will lose your way, you will think I hate you, you will hate me in turn. You may even forget this conversation. But know, I hold you in my heart, always. You are falling because that is what must be done, for the world, for your love, your Tevel, to survive.
“I understand. I will miss my time with you, with him. But, if I am to fall to help the world, to help him, I will. Thank you, mother. Thank you for giving us love for each other” Raphael said, before standing up, and walking to his Principality.
“I love you, Tevel. Your mind will forget, but your heart, your soul will remember. I will cherish you always, and I await the day I can finally hold you in my arms once more” he said, kneeling down to the sleeping figure, and pressing a gentle, loving kiss to his other halves forehead. He silently stood once more, finding his eyes wet with tears, for the loss of his love, but also, for the hope of being with him again.
“I am ready”
Farewell, my son.
Aziraphale will awaken in a strange place he has no memory of, looking at beautiful stars. The Archangels will scold him for missing his training, but he will have no excuse. He will notice less Archangels than he remembers.
“Where are Lucifer and …….” he will ask, and the Archangels will reply, telling him, Lucifer and Raphael had fallen. Aziraphale will ask why, and the Archangels will tell him Lucifer questioned Her plan, and Raphael simply asked too many questions. And Aziraphale will believe them. But they will know, Lucifer chose free will, and Raphael chose love. They will grieve their fallen brothers for only so long. Soon however, more will follow in their footsteps, and chose, all falling from Heaven.
That is in the future. This is the present. And with a final, hopeful look at his loves sleeping form, Crawly falls to Hell.
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
GOBB #104
Title: you will exhale cinnamon clouds
Author: Mercury Starlight
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Other Warning Tags: inappropriate mentor/protégé relationship, Dubious Consent, Coercion, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Emotional Abuse, Physical Abuse, creepy mentor, Betrayal, Cults, Systemic Oppression, Trauma, Dissociation, Implied/Referenced Torture
Categories: Gen, Other, M/M, Multi
Relationships: Pre-Fall Crowley (Asael)/Pre-Fall Lucifer (Good Omens), Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) (pre-relationship), Crowley & Raphael (Good Omens)
Characters: God (Good Omens), Satan | Lucifer (Good Omens), Pre-Fall Lucifer (Good Omens), Pre-Fall Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Raphael (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Sandalphon (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Pre-Fall Hastur (Good Omens), Pre-Fall Ligur (Good Omens), various and sundry pre-and-post fall angels and demons not otherwise listed
Additional Tags: war in heaven, Pre-Fall, Crowley's Fall, Lucifer's Rebellion, whatever the angelic equivalent of sex is I guess?, entirely non-standard hodgepodge angel mythology, foregone conclusion, the relationship between Crowley(Asael) and Lucifer is Not A Romance, the relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale definitely is, Crowley isn't Raphael in this one sorry, Raphael is a BAMF tho, The Garden of Eden, Pre-Relationship (for AZ & Crowley)
Summary:
In the Beginning, angels were one with God, mere appendages to the larger being. As the Universe was formed, angels gained more sentience, independence, and individuality, even free will. But change begets change, and the tranquility of Heaven was never meant to last. Lucifer, Seraphim and star maker, has a new apprentice: a bright, inquisitive angel named Asael. As the Morning Star's lust for power grows, so too does his obsession over his charge. But the end of Lucifer's life as an angel marks the true beginning of Asael's journey.
The story of the War in Heaven, the Fall of the Morning Star, and the clever young angel who sauntered vaguely downwards after Him.
Art Links: GottaGoBuyCheese | SoulTheta
A/N:
This fic was written for the @goodomensbigbang. It was beta'd by the amazing Inflappable, with art by @gottagobuycheese and @soultheta. This has been an amazing experience, and a hugely talented team to work with. I'm really happy with what we've made here, I think it's something special.
#GOBB 2019#GOBB fic#Good Omens#Good Omens fic#Good Omens fanfiction#ineffable husbands#pre-fall Crowley#gobb 104
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
Looking Glass
Chapter 5 - An Olive Branch
Pairing: CastielXAU!Reader
Word Count: 3088
Summary: Impromptu peace talks commence between the reader and Castiel just in time for the return of the Winchesters.
Miss a chapter? Have a Masterlist Link!
Sat at the kitchen bench with a mug of room temperature black brew on the table before him – untouched, but within reach of his fingertips where he first placed it upon sitting – Castiel stares without seeing at the local section of a Lebanon Times newspaper he found in the library so old the color of the paper borders on the pale yellow of ripening corn.
There’s a scout troop featured; a motley crew of pre-teens forever frozen in photograph form cleaning up a park on a sunny spring Sunday to celebrate Earth Day. The same jaundiced pig-tailed child – designated as Cindy M. of Kansas City, Brownie Troop 271 in byline – has been fishing with outstretched fingers for a castoff Styrofoam cup beneath a hedge for the past two hours. The report doesn’t indicate that the piece of litter ever made the short jaunt into the garbage bag clutched in her other hand that she drags behind where she poses in stooped smiling perpetuity for the picture – another of life’s unanswered mysteries; not that Cas is currently pondering said mystery.
The angel’s ears perk to the sound of your barefoot heels plodding in the hallway in gradual but steady approach. Evidently you’ve finished your investigation of the premises or, determining an escape attempt is impossible, given up. In either case, he hopes you didn’t find something more lethally effective than kitchen stuffs, brute bare-handed force, or unbarred emotion coincidentally thrumming an inner nerve of truth to wound him with; every such angelically injurious object he is aware of in the bunker is under lock and key excepting his personal blade.
There’s a chance he overlooked an unknown item in a dusty storage bin that you succeeded in unearthing in your explorations; it would be consistent with his luck – good fortune demarcated by a fundamental lack thereof. It would also be consistent with his epically bad week – an already rough run of ill fate since his expulsion from the Empty exacerbated by Lucifer’s continued liberty, the resurrection, rescue, and subsequent high-tailing from commitment to creation of his brother Gabriel, an unnerving run-in with Naomi, the angel agent of much of his enduring grief, and then learning that Heaven is one or two celestial lights gone dark removed from permanent and catastrophic foreclosure; and, of course, there’s the latest complication of you.
In an effort to appear unruffled given your imminent arrival, he readjusts his posture; straightening his sloping spine and, for reasons of unacknowledged self-conscious impulsivity, the skewed knot of his tie, he redoubles his blind examination of the newspaper. The resulting effect lends itself to one of a spring coiled to maximum tension ready to fly off at the slightest disturbance. He flips the page with an exaggerated rustle to prove his utter indifference to your presence when you halt at the entryway and hesitate to crossover the door jamb to descend the two steps into the space he occupies.
Hyperaware, you freeze in suspense of animation to observe the scene like a bird cornered after tumbling down a chimney and emerging indoors without the familiar freedom of the sky in sight. His similarly caged reaction fascinates you considering you’re the one trapped in an underground maze with locked exits and disorientated by the kidnapping slash plummet down a rabbit hole into an alternate universe; that is, if he’s to be believed – and it’s still a big if according to your muddled wits. At least the lark about being in a bunker appears to hold up under thorough examination.
In a preening motion, you brush the pad of your thumb over the glossy slip of a photo you discovered and hid in the roll of the oversized sweatshirt sleeve encasing your right wrist; you’ll soon see if his story stands up to closer scrutiny. You allow the angel has every reason to be edgy; you’ve physically assailed him – granted without any lasting consequences – twice. For all he knows, the third time’s the charm. You decide his increasing unease with each confrontation does lend a linear sense of credibility to the reality of the situation.
The bitter aroma of burned coffee tickles your nose. The coffee maker ceased percolating the beverage some time ago; left on, it has boiled down the liquid into pure caffeine concentrate. The heady result smells like welcome lucidity after your wanderings and ferries your feet of their own volition down the stairs and to the counter. You help yourself to a mug of the stuff. Gripping the heat radiant porcelain between your palms, lips pursed to blow a cooling breath across the russet shimmering surface, you recommence watching the wary angel.
Sensing your protracted silent stare, he makes a grand gesture of flicking to a new page and folding it in half with a noisier-than-necessary shake to examine with great interest through a narrowed gaze an advert at the bottom for a law firm boasting attorneys specializing in personal, automotive, and work-site injury related litigation – seems convincingly relevant given the prevailing impasse between you two.
You clear your throat just to be sure he knows you know you have his surreptitious attention despite the display to the contrary.
If it’s possible – and evidently it is possible – he stiffens further. Still, he maintains the charade of ignoring you.
You liked him better when he was playing considerate host to your starring role as ungrateful violence-prone guest. This – this total impassivity – lacks definition; it’s missing sharp edges for you to remonstrate bodily and emotionally against. It simply won’t do.
“So, I’m guessing it was you that healed me?” you ask the loaded question as though you’re two acquaintances making small talk. Bringing the mug’s rim to your mouth, you suck a small sip and swirl the acrid swill over your tongue; it wants sugar, but you’re simultaneously certain no amount of sweetness could save it.
“That depends,” he answers without tearing his squint from the faded newsprint in order to deliberately avoid fully engaging you in whatever verbal skirmish you’re trying to instigate.
“On?” Since he refuses to grace you with a gaze, you aim the query at the back of his head; his hair explodes from his scalp in an unruly collection of loose chestnut curls – not a Nazi-esque grease-tamed coif indicative of extreme control issues.
“On whether or not my answering affirmatively will aggravate you.” There it is – the steel of sharpened blade you want lashes out in the form of spoken sass; the gloves, so-to-speak, are off.
Recollecting the black leather gloved fingers of the other one of him, you cringe at the metaphor conjured by your mind and swallow the chafing memory along with a second sip of God-awful coffee. In comparison to the interactions with your arson-aficionado interrogator, this angelic iteration is positively charming. It’s the first time the two of them seem separate entities to you. There’s something distinctly softer about the seraph in front of you – the blunt of benevolence, rather than thorny malevolence, gilding his halo.
You round the table and drop onto the opposite bench into his lowered line of sight. Propping your elbows on the top, you extend a hand to rudely swat the paper out of his grasp. “Since when do angels care about how humans feel?”
He lifts his eyes to meet yours; a degree of doneness dulls the blue.
You can’t tell if he’s done specifically dealing with you, or just generally done.
The besieged intake of his breath is audible. He holds the lungful of air, mouth thin and tense, reluctant to offer any explanation for you to twist around as a weapon to stab into him in wordy retribution. Finally, mostly to dissuade your skeptical stare and his resultant discomfort, he grumbles, “I don’t want to quarrel with you. Your mind, it’s . . . in a very fragile state.”
“I feel fine,” you fib to armor your weakness. Abandoning your mug, inclining backward, you slide your arms to encircle your sides and shrug. Forget the fatigue – your brain feels like it’s being drawn and quartered through your ears with a winch. Any effrontery on your part at this point is a bluff, but you’ve learned the difference between life and death often relies on the lie.
“You’re not fine.” In a reverse of your retreating body language, he sets his elbows on the table and leans forward, tone scolding. “You nearly died. You need to take it easy. I can’t help you recover if you insist on acting so . . . combative. This may come as a stark surprise to you, but as long as you aren’t suffering physically in a manner I can mend, the persistence of your foul mood is the least pressing of my concerns. There are more important matters at hand.”
He’s not wrong; and if you’re not mistaken, he’s expressed a continued – impatient, yet nonetheless there – concern for your well-being despite his frustration. He’s unlike any angel you’ve ever encountered. You glower at him for a lengthy minute. Somewhere thirty seconds or so into the hushed trade of glares you decide to accept the roundabout articulated truce he offered. You give yourself a superfluous thirty additional seconds to change your mind, but it seems set on a conciliatory course for the moment. You reach out to retrieve your coffee and muse into the liquid before drinking a gulp. “You don’t talk like an angel.”
Mouth relaxing into soft pink pout, he assents to the cordial shift of atmosphere implied in the statement. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It was an observation,” you correct, filtering another swig of brown sludge through your teeth. “What you said before, about me not being from this world – it’s true?”
“It’s true.” He bobs his chin once.
You admire the scruff of beard shadowing his strong jaw; he’s remarkably handsome when he isn’t a monster trying to massacre you from the inside out. Shy of the superficial attraction, you avert your eyes to the neglected newspaper at center of the table. “And Michael, he’s trying to destroy this world, too?”
“You heard my conversation with Dean.” It’s not as though he made any effort to cover it up standing directly outside the door you were barricaded behind.
Your pupils widen with a surge of fear when you look up at him. “You said it was safe here. Nowhere Michael wants to be is safe.”
A slouch curves his spine as he sinks back into the chair. “Then I suppose, strictly speaking, that makes it less safe here than I initially suggested.”
Hugging your arms to your chest to subdue a rising shiver, your fingertips touch the photograph you found. The angel passes your provisional litmus test thus far, but your curiosity remains unabated; and it’s a distraction from the shattered illusion of safety. You withdraw the photo from the confines of the sleeve’s fabric, place it on the table, and slide it toward him with your pointer finger. “That’s you, Bobby Singer, Ellen and Jo, and the other two men I don’t know.”
You met Bobby Singer once, and immediately you understood him to be a rightfully paranoid man who doesn’t surround himself with, as he likes to say, ‘Idjits!’ He’s supposed to be in Dayton where you were headed before this detour. And Ellen and Jo are no different; dauntless women, at least the last you heard of them, daring a bid to cross the wastelands of Texas to breach the wall south of the states with a band of survivors in search of elusive safety. If they associated with this angel – and they did according to the pictorial evidence – you want to know the reason.
Cas slants his neck to better peer at the picture although he knows the details well – it’s the black and white snapshot commemorating the night before the day he joined Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and the brothers to confront the devil to prevent this world’s apocalypse; the day he chose humanity’s cause over Heaven – over himself. He gathers you must have found the keepsake in the top drawer of his desk – one of only a few mementos he saves. Catching the corner of the photo, he spins it and glides it nearer. Unlike the mystery of Cindy M. of Kansas City and her discarded cup, there’s no guessing at the fate of the people frozen there in time; a minute wistful smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“How do you know them? Have you been to my world before? Who are the other men?” Biting your lower lip, you stop yourself at three successive rapid-fire questions; you have many more.
The smile fades from his expression; his blues, sheened with sadness, rise to regard you. “Many of the same entities, human and angel, inhabit both worlds. These two men you don’t know, they’re the brothers Sam and Dean Winchester. We know destiny didn’t deign for them to exist in your world. But in this one, they stopped the apocalypse from happening.”
“And Bobby, Ellen, and Jo?”
“I think of them as friends. I like to think they felt the same comradery. Brave and selfless souls all.” Eyes darting down, he taps each of their anxiously smiling faces in turn. “They played their parts, courageous to the last.”
“Played. So they’re-”
He looks up, cutting you off with the straightforward location of their mortal souls. “In Heaven.” He doesn’t add the, ‘For now, for as long as Heaven is able to hold itself together.’
In the requisite respectful interlude of a quiet few seconds to honor the memory of the dearly departed, it occurs to you that if there were more than one of all of them, then there may be another of you in this world; and if there’s a you, then perhaps there’s the family you lost in yours. With this nascent knowledge of the possibility you could see your loved ones again, you begin to comprehend why the angel and his friends so adamantly want to keep you contained here in the bunker; and also, why you must get out.
Noticing the intense interest of the angel’s eyes tracing the contemplative lines of your features, you deflect the thought lest he eavesdrop. “Why do you keep the photograph then? You’re an angel, you could see them anytime you like.”
He looks at his lap, self-conscious of the personal query – he never really considered the why of saving the photo; it seemed then and seems now natural to him to retain it. “I suppose you’d call it sentimentality,” he redirects, defaulting to the reason a human would hoard such an article.
Undeterred, captivated by an angel exhibiting flashes of actual emotion, especially genuine empathy for and affectionate attachment to humans, you reformulate. “And what would you call it?”
Weaving his fingers together, he snorts lightly through his nose – this time the small emergent smile is a disingenuous sardonic spasm of lip to mask manifest pain; you’ve touched upon another nerve, and one still raw judging by his reaction. “I’ve been told it’s an inherent weakness,” he mutters.
“Now you sound like an angel.” The statement is an impulse you instantly regret – an instinct to inflict pain upon this exposed and vulnerable piece of him like he hurt you. Only, it wasn’t this him.
“I am an angel.” His voice is an indignant rasped whisper; his wounded affect accentuated by a dim of hurt hazing his eyes. It’s a conflicting sentiment – an angel who appreciates not being likened to his kin in mannerism and yet nonetheless fiercely identifies as one of them.
The contradiction piques your curiosity. You want, no, need to know the honest reason a billion odd year old being hangs on to this specific sliver of his history. “You’re avoiding answering me,” you pry, “why do you keep it? You.”
His thick lashes shutter as he looks inward. He sighs, “Perhaps to remind me of the choice I made then.”
“What choice was that?”
“I chose the path of free will – to decide for myself what is right and not have destiny dictated to me by others.”
“And what did you decide is right?”
After a leaden pause, his eyes blink open and settle on you – they shine an impossibly vibrant blue to your mute color adjusted vision; you’re sure even the summer sky of your distant sweltering memories never shone so clear and endless. His reply is earnest – honest. “I’m still trying to determine the answer,” he confesses. It’s a deep-seated insecurity he has never told another soul – something he has been afraid to admit aloud, something he maybe didn’t fathom himself until you asked him why and pried the answer through the regret-reinforced ramparts shielding his heart.
You sense the significance of the admission and in return gift him the one thing about yourself that in revelation might hold equally substantial meaning for him. “Y/N.”
“What?”
“My name,” you repeat, “it’s Y/N.” It’s an apology, too, for your earlier antics.
The angel’s pensive expression floods with a lightness of realization. He gets it – you’re proposing a fresh start. You’ve met now on a common ground; laying bare a patchwork of jagged scars and bloody wounds alike, you’ve uncovered two drifters, equally lost in their respective worlds searching for something good in the bad. Hoping – still hoping it exists.
A subtle smile quirks his cheek. “My friends call me-”
“Cas!” Dean’s well-timed shout resounds from the kitchen threshold. He tilts his head politely toward you in toothy grinned greeting. “Hey sweetheart!” Wagging a finger between you and the angel, the grin broadens on his freckled face. “Well, isn’t this cozy. Nice civilized tea for two and not a meat cleaver in sight.” He winks a jewel of glinting green at Cas. “I told you apologies work wonders, didn’t I?”
Sam looms over Dean’s shoulder and furnishes you with a curt nod as he lumbers past his brother. “Glad to see you up and about. Cas was pretty worried there about whether or not you’d ever wake up at all. We all felt terrible having to leave you here alone – you find my notes?”
Dean mutters something unintelligible under his breath about stupid freaking notes and wanders over to the fridge, visibly relieved to find it stocked with beer.
You eye the anomalous angel – pretty worried, indeed. A smile eases into the curves and creases of your mouth as he makes the formal introductions.
“Sam, Dean, this is Y/N.” His blues alight on your marveling gaze. “Y/N, these are the Winchesters.”
Next: Ch. 6 - Healing Touch
#castiel x reader#castiel x you#castiel series#castiel x y/n#castiel fluff#castielxreader#castielxyou#cas x reader#cas x you#you x castiel#reader x castiel#castiel fanfiction#spn x reader#spn fanfiction#castiel reader insert#spn reader insert#spn series#au!castiel#castiel x au!reader#cricket writes cas
142 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sexy Substitute Professor P1
Read it on AO3 here!http://bit.ly/2Dpzp9m
by d3athth3kid
I'm sure the tags give it ways, but for those of you whom are like me, and don't feel like reading through them;
Castiel is roped into heading home after 7 years, his former professor convincing him to substitute her History classes while she's away.
There will be family reunions, maybe some porn searches (In the second part) and detailed descriptions of Cassie's body ;)
Words: 1204, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Sexy Substitute History Professor
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi, Other
Characters: Castiel, Lucifer, Halel, Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Loki, Chuck Shurley, Jody Mills, Bella Talbet (Mentioned), Anna Milton (mentioned), Carver Edlund, Misha Collins, Donna Hanscum, Alex Jones (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Fergus MacLeod, Meg Masters, Meg Masters (Demon), Michael (Supernatural), Young John Winchester - Character, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Sam Winchester, Pamela Barnes (Supernatural), Constance Welch, Sheriff Mills, William Anthony Harvelle (mentioned)
Relationships: Jody Mills & Chuck Shurley, Jody Mills / Chuck Shurley, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Professor Castiel, orange boxer breifs, trench coat, Historian Castiel (Supernatural), Teacher Castiel (Supernatural), Professor Ellen Harvelle, Castiel has muscles, Pseudonyms, lincoln continental - Freeform, Halel - Freeform, Loki - Freeform, Shurley Siblings Are Genious', Wayward Sisters, Bespoke Tailor Lucifer, Pastry Chef Gabriel, Mischief Maker's Pastries, Morning Star's Bespoke Tailoring, Character With Heretochromia, Age Difference, Sheriff Mills - Freeform, Mother Jody, Adoption, Nicknames, Occasional swearing, Swearing
Link: http://bit.ly/2Dpzp9m
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Title: The Angels Have Fallen. Genre: Fantasy Story includes: fallen angels, archangels, big-named individuals from demonology, gun-wielding characters, maybe a bit of romance (?)
Synopsis:
The archangel Lucifer had led a coup against God and sent the Heavens into a fierce war. With the sacrifice of the archangel Gabriel, the ones who rebelled against God was sent down to Earth, where they continued to cause problems.
Elan was a young talented girl that was just been ordinated as a priest, protectors of the mortal world. Growing up in the walls of the church had given her a strong sense of justice, but her stronghold started shaking from its foundation when she met Rei, a girl born from a human and a demon.
Prologue: The Creation
From the void, God had called forth light from darkness, and the universe had known brightness.
From that brightness, God created day and night. He put the sun to light the day, and put the moon and stars in the blank ink of night.
Then God divided Heaven and Earth, and from the Earth he separated the land and the ocean. In these different surfaces, He planted trees, grass, and flowers of all colors. He then breath Life in them: the fishes, mollusks, and crustaceans making their home in the deep sea, the mammals roam the dry lands, and the birds find a place to roam in the skies.
Lastly, he moulded a form close to his own, breathed them life and called them Man. And God loved this creation.
And life in this paradise was bliss.
But Lucifer, one of the high archangels of the Heaven's court, had grown jealous of God's creation. He had deceived them and pushed them to sins, and along with many angels, had staged a coup against the Maker Himself, sending the entire Heavens into war.
For a hundred days, the angels fought against their rebelling brothers and sisters, splitting the skies and trembling the lands. The tides turned as Gabriel, a fellow archangel, destroyed Lucifer at the expense of his own life. But being angels, their souls survived total destruction and had fallen into the earth.
With the death of their leader, the rebelling angels escaped from the Heavens and to Earth, where they had taken off their pure white wings and turned themselves into demons.
Millenniums had passed, and the demons continued to live in the darkness, trying to destroy all of God's creation.
But Man had also learned how to fight. Blessed by the angels, their guardians and protectors, they had learned to wield holy weapons that can destroy the fallen demons and protect humanity from their threats.
#wattpad#original#fiction#fantasy#story#i wrote this but the characters somehow took the wheel from me#the angels have fallen#wattpad stories#reading
0 notes
Last Seen Blogs
